#Chan: patch of grass

[stresskidz]

I got a Lee Know visa card sticker with my dicon magazine and now Enhypen are having bath bombs? What is up with strange merch? 😭

[scarsnfevers]

Bond dreams (18+)

Chapter V of Wolfgang

summary: their scents clung to the air like ghosts, weaving through your thoughts and curling around your senses. You drifted into the quiet streets of Fox River where the mist hugged the pavement and the lamps flickered like watching eyes. But even the stillness, even the faded charm of the town, couldn’t quiet the gnawing hunger of the wolf that stirred within you.

genre: werewolf!chan x werewolf!reader x werewolf!minho x werewolf!changbin, mentions of werewolf!hyunjin & werewolf!seungmin in the beginning

chapter word count: 5,2k

chapter warnings: smut, foursome, oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation

minors do not interact!

Two days.

It had been two days since they stood in your home, their presence still woven into the very bones of the cabin, like a scent you couldn’t scrub clean if you tried. Two days, and yet their traces lingered—faint but stubborn. A breath of clear mountain air, the wild sea and campfire, of sun-warmed skin and wild forests. Two days, and your wolf hadn’t stopped pacing beneath your skin. You understood why. At least part of you did.

Their scents had been heady, unfiltered, something ancient that spoke to the places inside you language could never reach. Their nearness had stirred something more than curiosity; it had rattled something loose. Something hungry. But it wasn’t just that. You kept reminding yourself. It wasn’t just biology. It wasn’t just the coil of instinct, the easy temptation of power and the raw safety that radiated off them in waves. It was the way Chan had watched you like the world might tilt if you looked away. The way Minho had seen you—truly seen you—behind all the careful walls. The way Changbin had smiled, not with expectation or assumption, but with hope. And because of that—because it was more—you needed space.

You needed to breathe.

Which is how you found yourself in Fox River on a soft gray afternoon, your boots crunching across the uneven pavement of the town square, the air brushed with the faintest kiss of rain. Fox River wasn’t much. It had a single main street that cut through the middle like a scar, a handful of side roads that bled off into the trees, and a smattering of stores clinging to life with stubborn pride. Most of the houses were tucked away far beyond the town limits, swallowed by the forests that stretched for miles, wide and wild ....and unforgiving.

It was perfect.

The remoteness had been what drew you here in the first place—what made it feel safe enough to build something new. Even now, weaving through the handful of shops with a worn canvas bag slung over your shoulder, you could feel that sense of rightness hum against your bones. You hadn’t bought much. Some dried herbs. A bar of handmade soap that smelled faintly of mint and pine.

A new kitchen knife, the blade sharp and clean and waiting for the work of your hands. Small things. Necessary things. You told yourself it was enough. You told yourself you felt lighter already. The sun had long slipped behind the trees, leaving the sky a deep, bruised violet, streaked with the last pale traces of day. The world was soft in this hour—edges blurred, colors muted.

It suited you.

You crossed the parking lot toward your truck, the worn soles of your shoes brushing over patches of gravel and grass. Your canvas bag swung gently against your side, the rhythm of your steps steady, familiar. And then you smelled them. You stopped mid-stride, breath catching.

Jasmine. Cedarwood.

The faintest curl of woodsmoke and fresh rain. It hit you like a stone to the ribs—sharp, sudden, vivid enough to drag you backward through memory. The slam of water against glass. The knock at the door. A face half-shadowed by dripping hair, eyes dark, wide and waiting.

The Pizzaboy.

Before you could fully process it, another scent braided through the first—sharper, brighter, almost biting in its sweetness.

Blood orange. Juniper.

New. Unfamiliar.

Your wolf pricked its ears, alert, curious. You lifted your gaze. Two figures stood by a battered sedan a few rows down, caught in the soft, dying light. The one you recognized immediately—the same easy stance, the same mop of messy dark hair. The other was leaner, his posture tighter, more reserved. The Pizzaboy—Hyunjin, you remembered now, though you weren’t sure how—lifted his head first. A flicker of surprise crossed his face.

Then, slowly, he smiled. Cautiously. Hopefully.

You felt it ripple off him—nerves, tangled with something warmer. He started toward you, hands loose at his sides. The other boy hesitated a beat before following, his steps measured, careful. You didn’t move. You let them come.

Close enough now that the scents wrapped around you fully, peeling back the human layers to reveal what your wolf already knew.

Omega.

Beta.

The difference between them and the three who had filled your home was stark, immediate. Their energy was smaller. Not lesser—never that—but quieter. More cautious. More attuned to the careful balance of presence and permission. You softened your stance instinctively, angling your body just slightly sideways, a silent gesture of nonthreat. Your wolf, still keyed high from the memory of the other scents, settled with a faint grumble. Hyunjin stopped a respectful distance away—close enough to speak, far enough that you wouldn’t feel boxed in. “Hey,” he said, voice a little rough, a little shy. “Um… it’s really good to see you again.” You tilted your head, studying him.

The last time you’d seen him, he’d been a dripping, half-drowned thing, standing awkwardly on your porch with a box of pizza and a heart too big for his chest. Now he looked dryer, cleaner, but no less earnest. He shifted his weight, cheeks flushing pink under your gaze.

“I’m Hyunjin, by the way,” he added, like you might’ve forgotten. “Yeah, I—” he started, then stopped, laughing under his breath in a way that was self-conscious but genuine. “I guess you already knew that.” You couldn't help but smile, “Yes, I do.” You let your eyes flick to the other boy, who stepped up beside him with a short, almost reluctant nod. “Seungmin,” he said shortly. His voice was even, but his scent betrayed him—wariness sharpened with something like curiosity. Beta, you thought again. You tucked the canvas bag tighter against your hip, letting the quiet stretch just a beat longer than necessary.

Testing. Measuring. They didn’t press. They didn’t push. Good.

You let your mouth curve, just barely. “Y/N,” you said. Simple. Uncomplicated.

Hyunjin’s shoulders loosened visibly at the sound of your voice. The three of you stood there for a moment, the dying twilight wrapping you all in its soft, forgiving light. Not quite strangers. Not quite anything else yet, either. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… tentative. Fragile, maybe. A thread waiting to be tied—or broken.

You shifted your stance again, adjusting the strap of the bag against your shoulder. “You two live around here?” you asked, voice low, nonchalant. Hyunjin nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah. Just outside town. Toward the north side.” His hand moved absently, as if gesturing to something only he could see. Seungmin gave a small shrug, his thumb hooking into the strap of the worn backpack slung over his shoulder. “Pretty far out,” he added. “Most of us are. It’s quieter.” You hummed under your breath, a small sound of agreement. You understood better than most why wolves stayed away from the clustered mess of human life. It was easier on the senses. Easier on the instincts.

Hyunjin tugged at the sleeve of his jacket, glancing sideways at Seungmin before daring another step closer. “You, uh—” he started, then cleared his throat. “You settling in alright?” You caught the edge underneath the words. Not just small talk. Something deeper.

The unspoken currents of pack, of territory, of belonging. The ache in your chest stirred again—faint, but there.

You thought of the cabin, still steeped in the scent of Alphas who had made the walls feel smaller without even trying. You let yourself smile, just a little. “I’m getting there.” Hyunjin’s shoulders eased at your answer, though a thread of nerves still clung to him, light and jittery.

“We’re, um…” He hesitated, his gaze flickering to Seungmin for backup. Seungmin shifted slightly, his stance relaxing as he picked up the thread Hyunjin struggled to find. “We’re part of the same pack,” he said simply. “The one Chan leads.”

At the sound of the name, something inside you settled. No surprise. Only a quiet click of understanding.

Of course.

The way their scents carried that same steady undertone. The way they moved—with a quiet deference, but also a tether, invisible and strong, to something bigger than themselves. You gave a slow nod, letting your expression remain easy, open. There was no need to press further. Some things didn’t need to be said out loud. “I figured,” you said, voice low, almost amused. Hyunjin’s lips twitched into a shy smile, and Seungmin gave a small, approving nod, as if pleased you hadn’t made it awkward. For a beat, the three of you stood there, the evening stretching soft and golden around you, the first hints of night curling at the edges of the sky.

No tension. No pressure.

Just the fragile weight of something new, hanging in the warm, drifting air. And for the first time in days, the restless pull of your wolf eased, just a little. Not enough to forget. But enough to breathe.

Hyunjin shifted again, his fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket, like he was gathering courage. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, wide and earnest. “So—” he began, then gave a soft huff of breath, as if deciding there was no delicate way to say it. “Changbin mentioned... he invited you to run with us?” You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift, but nodded once, slow and steady. The memory of that moment—Changbin’s mischievous grin, the spark in his dark eyes—flickered through you like the brush of a hand. "Yes, that's right," you paused for a moment before nodding. “That’s... great,” Hyunjin said, and it sounded like he meant it. But then he hesitated, the smile faltering just slightly around the edges. Hyunjin pressed on, his voice softer now. “It’s just— We’re not sure yet if... we’ll be part of it.” You tilted your head slightly, curiosity sparking.

Seungmin cleared his throat, a rough little sound, and when he spoke, there was a tightness in his voice that hadn’t been there before. “Bringing someone new into the pack,” he said, “it’s... tricky sometimes.” Not hostile. Not unkind. Just honest. And maybe a little afraid. The way wolves always danced around the edges of newness, testing the air, testing each other. Old instincts, older than language. You felt your wolf stir in acknowledgment, the part of you that understood the push and pull of belonging better than words ever could. You let the silence stretch for a beat, letting them see you weren’t angered.

That you understood. Then you smiled again—small, but real. A flicker of warmth through the cooling air.

“I get it,” you said quietly. “No hard feelings.”

And you meant it.

Because some things, the important things, couldn’t be rushed. Not loyalty. Not trust. Not the slow, inevitable weaving of something real. Hyunjin exhaled, the sound almost a laugh, like he hadn’t realized until just now that he’d been holding his breath. Seungmin shifted again, like the ground beneath his feet still wasn’t entirely steady, but some of the sharp edges in his posture softened. The sky above you deepened into violet and indigo, the last scraps of daylight bleeding away into the waiting arms of night. And somehow, standing there with them, the world didn’t feel quite so heavy.

Hyunjin offered you another smile, softer this time, tinged with something that looked a lot like relief. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the movement almost boyish.

But before he could speak, something changed.

You saw it — the way both guys tensed, just barely. A flicker across their shoulders, a tightening at the edges. As if they had heard something you hadn’t.

Something silent.

A summons threading through the cooling evening air. Hyunjin’s head tilted slightly, as if listening. Seungmin’s nostrils flared, muscles taut beneath his jacket like a wire drawn tight. The moment passed in a heartbeat, but it left a ripple in its wake — a vibration against your senses, a shift you couldn’t name. Hyunjin turned back to you, his smile apologetic now, tinged with something close to regret. “Well,” he said, voice low, hurried, but still sincere, “I’m really looking forward to seeing you again.” Beside him, Seungmin gave a short nod, more reserved, but the glint in his eyes was genuine. “It was good meeting you.” Seungmin said, his voice a little rough, like he wasn’t used to quick goodbyes. You smiled at them both — a small, honest thing — and tucked the fabric of your tote bag more securely into the crook of your elbow.

“Yeah,” you said. “You too.”

Hyunjin lifted a hand in a little wave, Seungmin offering a brief tilt of his chin in farewell. Without another word, they turned away, steps quickening as they crossed the parking lot toward their car, parked near the tree line.

You watched them go. The echo of their presence lingered — a soft pressure in the air, a ripple across your senses.

You let out a breath you hadn’t meant to hold and turned toward your car. The parking lot was nearly empty now, save for a few scattered vehicles gleaming under the streetlights. The sun was gone, swallowed by the horizon, leaving the sky draped in deep purples and bruised blues.

Your boots scuffed quietly against the asphalt as you walked, the tote bag bumping lightly against your side. Behind you, the sounds of town slipped away — the murmur of distant conversation, the dull thud of a door closing somewhere. The ordinary, familiar sounds of Fox River settling into night.

And yet—

You couldn’t shake it.

Couldn’t leave the feeling behind so easily, no matter how many steps you took. Their scents still clung faintly to your skin, carried in the folds of your jacket. The weight of their cautious hope, their guarded trust, pressed against your ribs like a secret you weren’t ready to put down yet. You reached your car, unlocking it with a soft beep. The sound was oddly loud in the gathering quiet.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you set the tote bag down beside you, fingers lingering on the worn fabric a moment longer than necessary. You closed the door, shutting out the cool night air — but not the heaviness that had settled somewhere deep inside your chest.

You started the engine. The radio crackled to life, a low murmur of static and half-formed melodies. You didn’t turn it off. Didn’t turn it up, either. You just sat there for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel, breathing in the remnants of twilight and something else.

Something new. Something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

And then, with a quiet exhale, you pulled out of the lot and drove into the deepening night, the lights of Fox River dwindling behind you like the last embers of a fire.

The night fell softly around you, wrapping the cabin in a hush that felt thick enough to touch. The kind of quiet that made even the old floorboards seem reluctant to creak. Inside, it was warm — the rich, toasty kind of warmth that seeps into your bones after a long day of pretending you weren’t still the new girl in town.

You'd made yourself a cup of tea — the real stuff too, none of that half-hearted herbal nonsense — and claimed the battered couch as your kingdom. A knitted throw was tangled around your legs, soft and slightly fraying at the edges, just the way you liked it. The TV flickered across the small living room, casting shifting shadows across the wood-paneled walls.

'The Vampire Diaries' played in front of you — a show you'd seen enough times to quote entire episodes, though that never stopped you from watching it again. Something about the reckless drama, the impossible hair, and the serious lack of unattractive people made it the perfect background noise for nights like this. You sipped your tea — careful, because you’d already scorched your tongue once tonight — and let yourself sink deeper into the cushions.

On screen, Damon was doing his brooding thing. Elena was being all soft-eyed and complicated. And Stefan... well. Stefan was brooding too, but with more guilt. Classic.

You found yourself smiling against the rim of your mug. Seriously — what was it about these actors? Had the casting director just raided the nearest magazine shoot and called it a day? It was borderline offensive. Not a single bad hair day between them. No one looking vaguely puffy or uneven under the harsh lighting. It was like the universe had decided some people just got to win the genetic lottery twice. You huffed a soft laugh, setting your mug down on the end table with a soft clink. Unfair didn’t even cover it.

Your gaze drifted from the screen, caught somewhere between the flickering images and the steady crackle of the heater kicking on. And like a thread tugging loose, your mind wandered. You thought, not for the first time, of them.

Of Chan’s quiet, grounding presence.

Of Minho’s sharp eyes.

Of Changbin’s warm laugh, wrapping around you like a sweater you didn’t realize you needed.

And, unexpectedly —

Hyunjin.

The thought brushed past you like the flick of a feather, soft and uninvited. You blinked, shoulders shifting under the blanket. Hyunjin’s face — wide, honest eyes and that slightly crooked grin, like he wasn't quite sure if he should be smiling yet — surfaced in your mind’s eye with an ease that was almost suspicious. You snorted quietly to yourself.

Seriously?

One polite conversation and you were already handing out mental screen time like candy? Your wolf stirred inside you, a low, lazy stretch that buzzed faintly against your skin. Not a growl, not a snap — just a slow, content hum.

Approval.

The kind that made the corners of your mouth tug upward against your will. Traitor, you thought at it mildly. But you weren’t fooling either of you. You shook your head, more amused than anything else, and reached for your tea again. The mug was warm against your palms, grounding in a way that had nothing to do with caffeine and everything to do with the simple, stubborn comfort of small rituals.

Hot drink. TV. Warm blanket. Simple. Safe.

And yet—

You sipped slowly, letting the steam curl up against your face, and acknowledged — if only silently — that maybe, just maybe, reality wasn’t such a terrible place to be after all. Especially not when it included the possibility of new faces. New laughter. New belonging, however tentative and delicate it might still be.

On the TV, some new plot twist unfurled — betrayal, heartbreak, another completely unnecessary shirtless scene (not that you were complaining) — but you barely noticed.

Your mind was elsewhere.

Caught between the scent of jasmine still clinging faintly to your jacket, the lingering warmth of cautious smiles, and the not-so-quiet agreement of the wild thing coiled comfortably beneath your ribs. The thing that knew better than you did sometimes. The thing that whispered of pack and belonging and the dizzy, dangerous sweetness of being known. You exhaled slowly, blowing a ripple across the surface of your tea, and let yourself sink back against the couch. For now, this was enough.

Warmth. Laughter.

The distant promise of something more. You smiled to yourself again — a small, secret thing — and let the night close around you, soft and full of possibility.

The world blurred into soft twilight.

The television's light flickered faintly across the living room, forgotten, as your breathing grew slower, deeper. You shifted once beneath your blanket, the warmth cocooning you, and a drowsy sigh escaped your lips.

Sleep welcomed you like an old lover — gentle, patient, inevitable. The edges of reality softened, melted away, and the moment your consciousness slipped free, something inside you stirred.

It started with a scent — sharp, wild, masculine.

It curled around you like smoke, teasing, tempting, pulling you deeper. You floated, weightless, until the world reformed around you, vivid and dreamlike. You were no longer in your living room. You stood barefoot in a clearing bathed in silver moonlight, the grass cool beneath your feet. The air was thick, almost humming, heavy with unseen promise.

Before you could move, before you could even breathe properly, you felt them. Not saw — felt. The slow, magnetic pull of them, like gravity itself had shifted to center around you.

Chan.

Minho.

Changbin.

Their names whispered themselves across your mind, soft as a lover’s sigh. They didn’t approach you as much as they materialized — stepping through the shadows like the inevitable force they were, each movement fluid, predatory, beautiful. Their eyes burned into yours, dark and endless, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

You couldn’t run. You wouldn’t.

Your wolf within you keened, pushing you forward, pushing you toward them — toward home.

Chan reached you first.

There was no hesitation — only the slow, deliberate slide of his fingers along your jaw, tilting your face up to his. The simple contact set your skin aflame. Minho came next, circling you like a slow orbit, his hand grazing the bare skin at the small of your back, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. Changbin’s presence was a weight at your side, solid and sure, his gaze pinning you in place more effectively than any hand could.

You were surrounded. Caged. Cherished.

You trembled — not in fear, but in anticipation so thick it tasted metallic on your tongue.

The first kiss was like a spark.

Soft.

Tentative. As if asking permission. But the second was deeper — demanding — and you surrendered without a fight. Hands slid over you, reverent and greedy at once. Mouths mapped the curve of your neck, the line of your collarbone, the sensitive hollow behind your ear. Clothes dissolved from your body, as natural and inevitable as the tide pulling sand from the shore. You were bared before them, every inch of your skin tingling under their worshipful touch. Chan’s mouth trailed down your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point with exquisite care. Minho’s fingers brushed the underside of your breast, teasing, while his gaze — hooded and dark — never left yours. Changbin pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your wrist, then your hipbone, then lower still, each touch branding you in ways you would never recover from.

They didn’t rush you. Didn’t overwhelm. They unfolded you.

Patiently.

Ruthlessly.

You gasped as strong hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, spreading you open to their hungry eyes. One of them — you couldn’t tell who anymore — pressed a slow, lazy kiss between your legs, and your body arched off the ground in a helpless, instinctive offering. Their mouths worked in concert — licking, kissing, tasting — until you were nothing but sound and light, trembling and begging in a language made only of moans and whispered names.

Fingers slid into you — slow, thick, unrelenting — while another mouth suckled at your clit with devastating precision. You cried out, sharp and broken, and were immediately soothed by soft kisses against your stomach, your breasts, your throat. They murmured to you — soft, low, unintelligible — but you understood the meaning instinctively.

Ours.

The orgasm built inside you like a living thing, clawing at your insides, desperate to be released. And when it came, it tore through you violently — your back arching, your fingers digging into strong shoulders, your cries echoing into the humid, heavy night. But the dream did not end.

Your body was passed from one set of arms to the next, each touch grounding you even as it ignited you all over again. Hands skimmed your thighs, thumbs brushing your nipples until they ached. Tongues traced lazy patterns across your skin, making you shiver, making you sob with want.

One of them — Minho, you thought — entered you with a slow, devastating roll of his hips, and your body welcomed him instinctively, slick and eager.

Another — Chan, maybe — kissed you deeply, swallowing your broken gasps, stroking your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

Changbin’s hand wrapped around your throat — not tight, just enough to make you feel his strength, his control — as he whispered filth and praise into your ear.

You lost yourself in them completely. In the rhythm.

The heat.

The sounds of skin against skin, gasps and growls, the wet slap of bodies colliding in frantic, desperate need. You came again, each orgasm crashing into you with almost painful intensity, leaving you shaking, crying, begging for more.

And they gave it.

When you could no longer move, they moved for you — lifting you, adjusting you, guiding you until you were lying boneless and sated among them, their bodies still tangled with yours, their skin damp against your own.

Someone — Chan, you thought — kissed your temple. Another — Minho, maybe — pressed a hand low against your abdomen, as if claiming you even now. Changbin’s hand traced lazy circles along your thigh, grounding you to this impossible, perfect moment.

The world began to blur again, softening at the edges, the sensations dissolving into light and warmth. You floated, weightless once more, their names echoing through your mind like a promise.

Yours.

Forever.

The world peeled away in slow, trembling layers.

You surfaced from sleep with a soft, broken gasp, your body shivering beneath the thin blanket thrown haphazardly over you. The living room was dark now, save for the faint, flickering glow of the television screen, its muted light casting restless shadows along the walls.

For a moment, you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Your heart hammered violently against your ribs, so loud you were almost sure it could be heard beyond the four walls of your apartment. Your skin was flushed and oversensitive, every inch of you tingling with phantom touches that no longer existed. You lay there, dazed, the remnants of the dream still thick and cloying in your mind.

Fragments clung to you — the press of strong hands, the scrape of teeth against your throat, the low, reverent growls against your skin. Heat pooled low in your belly, vivid and humiliatingly real. You squeezed your eyes shut, as if the darkness behind your lids could somehow erase the memory. But it was useless.

The sensations were burned into you, stitched into the very fabric of your being, and they refused to be forgotten.

You shifted beneath the blanket, your thighs brushing together, and a soft, helpless whimper escaped your throat at the sudden rush of remembered pleasure.

Gods, what had that been?

A dream — just a dream — and yet it had felt more vivid, more real, than anything you had ever experienced awake. The faces floated before your mind’s eye — Chan, Minho, Changbin — their touches, their mouths, their bodies moving against yours in a rhythm older than time itself. Your inner wolf stirred sluggishly inside you, dragging herself up from the depths where she usually slept. She pressed against you, nuzzling insistently, her emotions raw and simple: longing, frustration, hunger.

You shook your head sharply, more to silence yourself than her, and forced your sluggish limbs into motion. The television’s faint buzz filled the heavy silence, a low drone that seemed impossibly loud in your heightened state.

You reached for the remote with a hand that trembled slightly, switching it off with a muted click. Darkness swallowed the room, thick and absolute. Only the faint silver of the moon, peeking through the half-closed curtains, offered any illumination now.

You sat there for a moment longer, staring blankly at the blackened screen, your body still humming with aftershocks you couldn’t will away.

Finally, with a soft, frustrated sigh, you pushed yourself upright. Your legs wobbled slightly as you stood, and you pressed a hand to the back of the couch to steady yourself. The cool wood against your palm grounded you somewhat, anchoring you to the present. It didn’t help nearly enough. Your skin still burned, still remembered — phantom hands still traced your body, mapping every secret place as if you belonged to them. You shuffled toward your bedroom, your steps slow and heavy, the quiet thud of your bare feet against the floor the only sound in the hush of the apartment. Your wolf whined softly inside you, rubbing against the edges of your mind, stubborn and restless.

You crossed the threshold into your bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp. Soft, golden light spilled across the room, gentle and forgiving.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror — flushed cheeks, tousled hair, eyes still wide and glassy with unshed emotion.

You barely recognized yourself.

You looked…Awakened. Marked.

Shaking your head again — more desperately this time — you peeled off your clothes with clumsy fingers. The fabric stuck to your overheated skin, and the cool kiss of the air against your bare body made you shudder.

You grabbed the nearest oversized shirt — one of your favorites, soft and worn — and pulled it over your head, the familiar scent of home doing little to soothe the ache lodged deep within you.

Still trembling slightly, you crawled into bed.

The sheets were cool against your flushed skin, and you buried yourself beneath them, curling onto your side with a soft, involuntary sigh. You closed your eyes tightly, willing sleep to take you again — but this time, gently, dreamlessly. But it wasn’t that easy.

Every time you drifted near the edges of unconsciousness, the dream resurfaced. The scrape of stubble against your thigh. The low, possessive growl of your name. The heavy, relentless press of bodies against yours.

Your wolf was relentless, tossing those images back at you like sparks from a fire, fanning the embers that still glowed too bright inside you.

You groaned quietly, pressing your face into your pillow. You weren’t naive. You understood what this meant. Bond dreams didn’t happen without reason. Not with this kind of intensity. Not with this kind of… inevitability. Your soul had recognized theirs. And part of you — the deep, feral part you usually kept locked away — had already decided.

They are ours.

The thought was terrifying. And exhilarating. And completely, utterly impossible to ignore.

You lay there, heart pounding, breath shallow, listening to the sound of your own racing pulse in the dark. You should have been angry. Confused. Scared. But mostly, you felt…

Empty.

Lonely.

Like something inside you had been touched — awakened — only to be left aching and hollow in its absence.

You curled tighter into yourself, pulling the blanket over your head like it could somehow shield you from your own mind.

Sleep came eventually, not as a peaceful embrace, but as a slow, grudging surrender. And even then, somewhere in the murky depths of your dreams, you could still feel them — warm, strong, waiting.

Calling you home.

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[babyleostuff]

── GOING (CRAZY) SEVENTEEN

SYNOPSIS: chan can't help but fall for their new director, no matter how many clauses in the contract prohibit him from doing so

🎵 CLOSE TO YOU - gracie abrams

𝜗𝜚 THEME: fluff, strangers to lovers / idiots to lovers, a whole lot of pining, svt being menaces, attempt at humour 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!chan x fem!gose director!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 4.5k

“you’re going to be the youngest director they’ve ever had.” 

well, that was one way to make you even more nervous. 

you didn’t have to think twice when pledis offered you the job of being a gose director two months ago. of course, you were grateful for all the jobs you’ve managed to get over the past years; they were the ones that helped you kick-start your career and established your name as a pretty well-known director after all, but this - this could be your big break. working for a company as big as pledis, well technically hybe, was a dream come true, and it would look great on your CV.

though you wouldn’t lie - you were scared shitless to meet seventeen. 

they were a big, big group, and if they were as chaotic and loud in real life as they were on camera, then you weren’t sure how you’d survive the next few months. 

especially not with your crush on one of them.

“did you hear we’re getting a new director?” some of the boys raised their heads from where they were laying on the grass, while the rest ignored seungcheol as usual. “she’s going to be here today,” he continued, and flicked hoshi’s forehead to get his attention, “so please be nice, and try to act somewhat normal.”

the boys mumbled something in unison, too tired to talk. as much as they loved shooting gose, doing it after a full day of schedules was a nightmare. they’d much rather be in their beds than laying on the fake grass in a warehouse because it was too late to shoot outside.

“why the hell did they pick a sports concept for today?” seungkwan mumbled with his cheek pressed to the ground. “couldn’t they do like a,” he sighed, “sleeping concept.”

“yeah,” hoshi agreed, his voice just as drowsy as seungkwan’s. “carats would eat that up.”

wonwoo rolled his eyes, and turned his head towards chan so the boys wouldn’t hear him, though they probably wouldn’t have either way considering they were seconds from falling asleep. “if they’ll keep on whining like that i’m literally going to walk out of here,” he groaned, and rubbed his face to wake himself up a bit.

chan couldn’t agree more. he was tired, and hungry, and he was starting to get cold, the loose sleeveless shirt doing nothing to keep him warm, and all he could think about was bed bed bed, so hoshi’s and seungkwan’s whining did not help a single bit.

fifteen minutes later, with half of them asleep, and the rest barely awake, the filming crew started to gather up to set up all of the cameras and microphones, with the rest of the staff placing different props they’d be using all over the warehouse.

chan could feel his eyes drooping for the tenth time in the past few minutes, when he suddenly heard a quiet “uh-oh” over his head. before he could ask a simple „what?”, a sharp pain pierced through his shoulder. 

“i’m so, so sorry. i really didn’t mean to.” 

he exhaled sharply, and put his hand over the small red patch on his skin, that was pulsating from the hit. well, at least he was more awake now. “no worries, my shoulder has been through much worse than getting hit by a… um,” he looked around himself to check what exactly almost crushed his bones, “a medicine ball,” chan let out a strangled laugh. no wonder it felt like a dumbbell fell on his shoulder.  

but then he looked up, and the person standing in front him left him utterly speechless. 

chan wasn’t sure if had fallen asleep or if he was being delusional because of the sleep deprivation, but the girl had to be an angel. in the twenty five years of his life, he had never seen anyone as gorgeous as her, and he was not being dramatic. 

“are you okay?” you asked, and crouched in front of the boy you just managed to almost injure. you said you’d be able to carry all of the medicine balls yourself - clearly that wasn’t true at all.

wait a second… the eyes. the hair. the gorgeously sculpted biceps. you knew him, it was…  no it couldn’t. 

and yet, you found yourself crouching in front of the one and only lee chan. 

you didn’t consider yourself a big fangirl, but you were (obviously) aware of who he was. for some reason whenever you stumbled upon any content of seventeen your eyes were instantly drawn to the short dancer, that despite the lack of height stood out to you the most. and you weren’t going to lie - he was hot as fuck, and he looked so good while danicing that it was almost impossible for you to tear your eyes from him.

and now you almost killed him.

“i’m really, really sorry,” why wasn’t he responding? maybe the ball hit his head after all? what if he was pissed, and they would fire you? “please, say something.”

chan, on the other hand, was completely gone. “god, i must be looking so pathetic right now,” he thought. his band met tens of people on a daily basis - from stylists, interviewers, photographers, makeup artists, stage assistants - whoever you could think of, chan has already met them.

everyone but you.

“um, i’m um,” pull yourself together chan,” i’m cool.”

“i'm cool”?! he wanted to take the medicine ball that just hit his shoulder, and bang his head against it instead, because that had to be the lamest response he could have ever thought of. it wasn’t like the prettiest girl was right in front of him, nope.

“are you sure? do you need me to get someone to check the shoulder for you?”

and now you thought he was being a wuss? oh god, he really screwed up.

“no, no,” chan said quickly, and sat up a bit more straight to look like he had his shit together, when he clearly was not. “i’m fine, really, don’t worry.”

you nodded, though you weren’t sure if you could trust him. his shoulder was still slightly red, but thankfully it didn’t seem like anything was broken. injuring one of the boys would be like the worst way to start your new job. 

„okay, so um,” you pointed in the direction of the cameras, “i have to go.” 

“go?” the words slipped out of chan’s mouth. “loser, loser, loser.”  

“work,” you whispered, your throat suddenly dry. why was the air so stuffy, it was quite perfect just a minute ago. 

„uh, yes, of course,” chan said, matching your breathless tone. 

you took a last, long look at him, and got up to pick up the ball that fell out of your arms.

time to get professional again.

“i’d like you to meet the new director. as you probably know, she is going to be in charge of today’s episode.” 

this had to be the most awkward situation of your life. standing in the middle of a circle of people you barely knew was not an ideal situation, definitely not when it looked like you were about to be sacrificed in a weird kpop idol ritual. also the seventeen boys looked like they’d rather be anywhere else than there, so that in itself made you want to run out of the building. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, or where to look, or if you should say something, and if you should - then what? “what’s up?” “how is everyone doing?” “can you stop staring or i’ll pass out?” 

you figured it couldn’t get any worse than that, if it was officially your humiliation day - then so be it. “hel-,” 

“because we don’t have much time today, let’s just start right away.” 

well, there went your speech. 

you had to be looking like the biggest loser, standing there with a half-opened mouth, and an awkwardly raised hand.

as everyone started to take their places, with the boys gathering in the middle in front of the main camera, your eyes wandered on their own to find the only person that made you feel somewhat comfortable amongst the chaos, which was kind of ironic since you hit him with a ball and exchanged a total of three sentences. unfortunately, you quickly had to push away your thoughts about the boy with dark hair and kind eyes and focus on your work. 

you were sure everyone could hear your heart pounding, as you yelled your first, official “action.”

“dude, why do you keep staring at her like that?” vernon nudged chan’s arm. “you know you look like a total creep, right?” he asked with an amused expression. 

“i’m not staring,” chan said way too quickly for it to be true. his parents were right - he was a terrible liar. 

“uh-hu, sure,” vernon snickered, and shook his head. “then tell me why you’re suddenly so interested in the cameras that you keep gawking that way.” 

chan felt like crying. he was sure he wasn't staring at you that much. right? “i think seungkwan needs a hug, so could you leave me alone?” no one needed to know about his little infatuation with a girl he had just met, and though technically vernon wasn’t the one to walk around spilling people’s secrets, it was still embarrassing. 

“whatever you say,” vernon said, and got back to typing away on his phone. 

the truth was - chan couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. sure, at first the main reason why he paid attention to you was because of how pretty you were, but when the shoot actually started, and you fell into your element - he just couldn’t get over how attractive you looked behind the camera. your face was more often than not covered by the multiple screens from which you monitored the shooting, but from whatever glimpses he could catch - you looked absolutely mesmerising. 

and now he wasn’t talking about your looks, but about your attitude, and confidence, and how you carried yourself. 

“okay, let’s shoot the last scene, and we’re done,” you said, pointing the cameramen to where they should stand to get the perfect shots. 

and again, for what felt like the hundredth time that night, the boys positioned themselves in front of the main camera, with mingyu explaining the rules of the last game. 

“but the twist is, we’re going to have our eyes blindfolded, so we won’t be able to see the football or our opponents,” he said, showing the ball and thirteen blindfolds he was holding in his hand. “we won’t be able to see our teammates either, for that matter,” he added, earning a couple of laughs from the boys. 

after a quick game that you didn’t understand the rules of, they divided themselves into three teams, and started the game. 

for once, everything seemed to go on smoothly, and you figured that nothing would happen if you stepped out from behind the cameras for a moment, and stood aside with the rest of the staff to watch the guys play (or rather fall or bump into each other).

however, there was one thing you didn't see coming. 

somehow, by pure accident, chan managed to get the ball. "guys i have it!" he shouted, and immediately started running in the direction of the goal. or so he thought. 

you couldn't help but laugh quietly. the boy looked so adorably clumsy, kicking that ball like a child who had just learned to walk, and waving his arms as if it would help him with something.

chan, however, overestimated his ability to determine exactly where the goal was, because the moment he kicked the ball to score, everyone suddenly started shouting "stop". 

but it was too late.

he quickly took off the blindfold, and his heart sank when he saw what, or more precisely who, he shot the ball at. “shit,” chan didn't wait for his eyes to adjust to the light, but quickly ran towards you.

“i’m so, so sorry,” he said, looking at your face twisted in pain. “i didn’t mean to, i’m-” 

“i think i heard something similar today,” you laughed, and pressed your hand tighter against the spot where the ball managed to hit you. “it’s not as bad as it looks,” you added, seeing chan’s worried expression. 

“not that bad? i hit you right in the forehead!” 

“no need to make me feel even worse about this,” you sighed, sending him an apologetic look. “i think i’ll grow a second head from this hit.” 

chan groaned, and hid his face in his hands. “i’m a fucking idiot.” 

he hadn’t been on that many dates in his life, but he had never acted… like whatever that was. “i really didn’t mean t-,” but then a thought hit him, “oh my god, what if you have a concussion? or if i damaged something inside your head, or-,” 

“chan, i promise, the inside of my head is fine.” 

chan. oh, the way you said his name. he's never been more grateful for someone to call him by his real name rather than his stage name.

“are you sure?” he asked, worry filling his voice. 

“positive.”

“but please, if, god forbid, your head starts aching, go to the hospital, okay?” 

“i will,” you nodded, gently pulling your hand away from your forehead. chan could see a bruise starting to form, and he swore he had never felt that bad in his whole life. “you can say we’re even now,” you added with a small smile. 

now that he was sure you were relatively okay, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked around him to gather his messy thoughts, and that's when he noticed everyone, every single person, looking at the both of you. because of this whole mishap, chan forgot that you were literally surrounded by dozens of people who were now watching you like you were in a shitty sitcom. only the boys' looks were too amused for his taste, and now he was sure that they figured out his little crush that he had on you. 

“good job, brother,” mingyu snickered, when chan went back to the boys. “good job.”

“wake up on monday.” → “go for the shoot.” → “cry because i can’t have her.” → “go home.” → “cry even more.” “repeat.” 

that’s how the past couple months looked for chan. every single week he waited for the day when he could finally get on set and see you again. it was honestly heartbreaking how the only thing he was allowed to do was to greet you with a shy “good morning”, and bid you “goodbye”, but if he did anything else it could look suspicious to others, which he could not risk. still, those moments were the best part of his week. 

when the third month had passed since you came into his life, chan began to regret having met you in the first place. what was the point if he couldn't even ask you out for coffee? you were everything he was missing in his life - and he didn't even know you that well. chan couldn't count how many times he spent his time off stalking your social media to find out more about you, to get to know you better, because he couldn't do it any other way. and each time he felt his feelings turn into something more than just a small, innocent crush.

“you look so miserable right now, it’s almost pathetic,” seungkwan said, eyeing chan from head to toe. “can’t you just like go and talk to her? that would put us out of the misery of seeing you look like a kicked puppy.”

“you know i can’t just do that” chan sighed, looking at you with longing in his eyes. 

“why not?”

“because of our contract? we can’t get close with our staff, you know that,” he said, each word piercing his chest. knowing that you were so close, yet so out of reach was really hard. 

“and you’re going to let that stop you?” seungkwan deadpanned. “seriously. you like her. she obviously likes you,” wait, she did? “so please, just talk to her.” 

obviously he didn’t approach you that day. if, with a big emphasis on if, he finally decided to talk to you, he had to be ready so he wouldn’t look like an idiot like last time. though you probably already thought he was a creep (he liked one of your instagram posts from a couple of years ago by accident), so it couldn’t really get any worse than that. 

but seungkwan said you liked him too, right? 

“ugh, why does it have to be so complicated?” 

“chan,” suddenly he felt a featherlight touch of a hand on his shoulder. wow, no one has ever touched him with such gentleness, “could you stand over there?” 

“huh?” he turned around, just to come face-to-face with the person that made herself at home in his thoughts, and would not leave, no matter how hard he tried pushing her away. chan cleared his throat quickly and straightened his shirt. “where do you want me to stand?” good job, that was smooth. 

you pointed to the marker on the floor next to jun. “just for the beginning, then you can obviously, um,” the way he always left you speechless was starting to piss you off. he always knew what to say, and here you were - as awkward as ever. “you can move around later.”

“what should i say now?” chan thought, his brain panicking. this was his chance to finally say something, but as usual he couldn’t come up with anything that wouldn’t make him look stupid. “why is she always so well-spoken?” 

in the end chan just lowered his head and waddled over to the marker where he was supposed to stand, giving up at making a move. once again. 

two hours later went by, and you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off with chan. he didn’t joke, he didn’t smile, he didn’t laugh even once, and he didn’t really engage in the discussions with the boys. he was just… there. it was eating you alive that you couldn’t do anything. without his spark he looked so tired, like he hadn’t slept for days, and if it was up to you you’d halt the whole thing, and take chan far away from here because seeing him like this was unbearable. key word - if. 

“let’s take a break, guys!” you said, hoping that no one would question why, but you had to get chan out of there, at least for a minute. “uh, chan?” please, just don’t fire me for this. “could you come over here for a second. i, uh,” you should’ve come up with an excuse before you opened your mouth, “i need to fix your mic.” 

“is something wrong with his mic?” one of the staff chimed in, looking between you and the boy. “i can get it fixed.” 

“no!” you said in unison with chan. you bit your lip to hide the smile that was threatening to bloom on your face, and stole a quick glance at him, taking in the blush dusting his cheeks and neck. 

you cleared your throat, and tried to put on your most indifferent expression - you couldn’t blow your cover now. “no, it’s okay, i’ll do it,” okay, okay, we’re almost there, “but can we go outside for a second, i need some fresh air.” 

chan nodded quickly - way too quickly, and followed you through the set towards the door. 

“don’t stay out for too long, lover boy!” seungkwan yelled, and a couple of boys couldn’t help but burst out laughing. you even saw mingyu falling over seokmin’s lap in silent giggles, his whole body shaking. 

if chan was a blushing mess before, he had to be looking like a tomato, now. “i will kill them,” he promised himself. 

“i’m sorry for them,” he said once you made it outside. it struck chan that it was the first time in months that you were finally alone - not a single soul was breathing down his neck, and no stupid bandmates waited for the opportunity to make fun of him. “they are idiots sometimes,” he said, rubbing his arm nervously. 

“it’s okay,” you mumbled, suddenly very self-conscious. maybe you should’ve just stayed inside? what were you thinking? god, this had to be the epitome of your stupidity. “i guess that’s just their love language,” breath girl, breath, “like bullying, you know?” 

“tell me about it,” he snickered, and shook his head. why were his hands shaking so much? “so um, what about the mic?” 

“the mic?” 

“yeah, the mic,” he laughed softly, pointing at the small device. 

“oh, yeah. the mic.” 

it was now or never. 

“look, everything is fine with the mic i just…,” this was so so stupid. “i just wanted to…,” spit. it. out. “you know what, nevermind.” 

you officially hit rock bottom. now chan would not only think you’re lame but stupid, and a creep, because who drags someone out of a building to “fix” their mic just to tell them that the issue never existed in the first place. plus you couldn’t even get a proper sentence out. 

what you didn't know was that chan's heart was beating like crazy. he'd never seen you so nervous, but god - you looked so cute. the way your eyes shyly met his, how your cheeks were adorned by a faint blush, and how you constantly tucked your hair behind your ear even when there was nothing to tuck anymore. 

so seungkwan was right after all - you liked him as well. 

he had to do it. he had to do it now or he would never do it and he would never forgive himself for it for the rest of his life. maybe all he needed to finally confess his feelings to you was the knowledge that you also treated him as more than just someone from work?

“wait,” chan said, and grabbed your wrist as you took a step towards the door, “i need to tell you something,” he loosened his grip, and lightly ran his thumb over your skin. he saw your eyes wander from your joined hands over to his face, and god - he could get lost in them for eternity. “maybe this will be the biggest mistake of my life but i have to tell you this. i understand if you don't feel the same way as me, but," inhale, "i like you. i really, really like you,” he said and laughed because shit - he finally did it, after so many months. 

for a few seconds, there was a deathly silence between you, interrupted only by the sounds from the set, and chan felt as if time had stood still. sure, he was prepared for the possibility that you didn't feel the same way as him, but please please please. he wasn't sure how he would cope if you rejected him.

“i-i,” you stuttered. was this really happening? or was this all just a cruel dream? but the feel of his skin on yours, his gentle hold, the smell of his cologne, his hair blowing in the wind - it all felt so real. “is this some kind of joke?” you managed to mutter.

the corners of the chan's mouth turned down. "a joke? baby, i've never been more serious about anything as i am now," your breath caught in your throat hearing the pet name coming from him, but it seemed like chan didn't even realise he said it.

"do you have any idea how many nights i spent thinking about you? about what makes you laugh, and what makes you cry? i tried to figure out what your favourite food could be, so i could ask you out and take you to the best restaurant. if you prefer sunrises or sunsets, or if you pour the milk or cereal first, and what are your biggest icks and pet peeves. if this is your definition of a joke, then yes, i’m joking."

at this point chan was ranting, but he didn’t care. he needed you to understand how bad down he was for you, and if he had to make the biggest idiot of himself - then so be it. 

“and if this is all a dream then i hope i’ll never wake up, because i can’t imagine my world without you in it,” he said. 

“are you always this dramatic, lee chan?” you mumbled, looking at him with big eyes. so this was real, after all. the boy you spent the last months pining over was just as crazy about you as you were about him. 

chan breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head. “when it comes to you? yes. i’ll be as dramatic as i have for you to understand how i feel about you.” 

you blinked, still in denial. “what about the contracts?” you asked, and reached out to push back a couple of loose strands of hair from his forehead. 

chan could feel his heart bursting as you slid your hand down from his forehead to cup his cheek, and he immediately nuzzled closer to your touch.“i don’t know, and i don’t care,” he twisted his head to place a gentle peck on your palm, “i don’t want to spend another second on thinking about what it’d feel like to be next to you.” 

one year later…  

“i still can’t believe you made bets on my relationship,” chan groaned, as he plopped beside you on the couch, but before he could make himself comfortable you were already snuggled into his side with an arm draped over his middle. 

“it was the only way for us to have some fun. you both looked so lovesick it was honestly disgusting,” seungkwan pretended to gag, which earned him a kick in his shin from your boyfriend, and a couple of laughs from the rest of the boys.  

“still, you guys are stupid.” 

“not more than you moping around for months,” wonwoo sighed. “talking about a slow burn,” mingyu added. 

“well at least i’ve got a girlfriend,” chan kissed your temple, and cuddled you closer, “and the closest thing to a relationship you have is with your dumbbell.” 

mingyu put his hand over his heart. “ouch,” he said, and wiped a non-existent tear from his cheek. 

it's been a whole year and the guys still loved to joke around about your slow burn of a relationship, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. each day with chan was a blessing, even the boys became such a big part of your life to the point where you couldn’t imagine it without the whole thirteen of them. 

lee chan was like a last missing puzzle piece that you were searching for to become whole. he was your best friend, your rock, your safe place that you’d search for in every crowd. 

“i love you,” you muttered into his neck quietly, so only he could hear. chan’s grip tightened around you for a second. “i love you too. so much.”

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Changing with You

Pretend Sae is looking at you

The pic is not mine, I found it on pinterest

Summary: Rin Itoshi was just a kid when he noticed his big brother's act of coldness went away every time you were near. Sae Itoshi was just a kid when he noticed his heart become warm whenever you talk to him. You were just a kid when you noticed two boys on the playground and it was your mission to annoy the one who never smiled.

• Triple perspective (Rin, Sae, Reader)

• When they were still kids

• Sae x Reader

• The Offside Obsession (Different story)

● Rin Itoshi

Change 1: The first meeting

I was still a kid when I first saw you.

Nii-chan and I were kicking a ball around at the playground, just the two of us. It wasn't much, me and Nii-chan were just passing back and forth, practising our control. Nii-chan was better than me, but I didn't mind. He was my big brother, and I wanted to be just like him.

Then you appeared out of nowhere.

You kept running around the grass, arms spread wild like you were pretending how to fly. I noticed cause you were too loud, laughing as you jumped from one patch grassed to another, completely carefree. Nii-chan of course, paid no attention to you. He was busy and always focused on soccer, as always.

But you noticed.

"What are you guys doing?" You asked, as you suddenly spawned right in front of us.

I blinked. Up close your hair is messy, your cheek flushed from running.

"Playing soccer" I answered because I didn't think Nii-chan would answer.

Your eyes lit up. "Soccer? What's that?"

That made Nii-chan finally look up to you. His brows furrowed, like he couldn't believe someone actually didn't know what soccer was.

"It's a sport" Nii-chan said, like that explained everything.

You tilted your head. "So you just kick the ball?"

"It's more than kicking," I immediately said "You have to control it, pass it, aim for the goal, and simply you have to win. It's fun!"

You seemed to consider it, then grinned. "Can I play?"

I turned to Sae. He usually didn't like playing with other kids, but for some reason, instead of saying no, he sighed and nudged the ball toward you.

"Try to take it from me," he said.

You tried.

You failed immediately.

But you didn't give up. You chased Nii-chan, laughing the whole time, even when you slipped in the dirt. And for the first time ever, I saw Nii-chan hesitate. Just for a second.

Change 2: The coldness in him

Nii-chan was different from other kids. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't friendly either. Nii-chan would sit alone, watching from the distance. He never laughed much, never got too excited, only calm and distant.

Other kids thought he was scary. I knew better. Nii-chan is not scary, he isn't cold, just quiet, and focused. He didn't care about meaningless things, only soccer.

But then you showed up.

Now whenever you two are together I can't help but notice Nii-chan listens about all your random saying. Like how you said the clouds are secretly marshmallow.

And he just sat there and listened!

Change 3: The Rainy days

Nii-chan hate the rain.

Rain meant no soccer, no running outside, just staying indoors and waiting for the sky to be clear. Nii-chan thinks it's annoying, but you enjoy it.

"It’s just water!" you told me once, spinning around in the rain with your arms stretched out. "Come on, Rin, it’s fun!"

I turned to Nii-chan, he was crossing his arms so I did too. "It's wet."

You laughed like we were the weird one. Then, as I realised something, you went to Nii-chan, who was standing beside me under the roof shelter.

"Come on Sae! You always play soccer outside right? This is no difference, it's not like the rain is gonna melt you."

I waited for him to ignore you, to say something negative. But instead, he sighed, and went inside the house, then a minute later he came back with his raincoat on and stepped forward.

I stared at Nii-chan. What?

"See?" You beamed, taking his hand and pulling him further into the rain. "It's not that bad!"

Nii-chan didn't replied, but didn't pulled away either.

"W—wait for me." I quickly took my green raincoat and joined you and Nii-chan together.

That was the first time I saw my older brother stand in the rain without complain.

Changed 4: The small changes

That's not all, I started noticing all the small changes he started doing with you.

Like how he never let me borrow his favorite jacket, only his extra. But when you forgot yours, he wordlessly draped it over your shoulders.

How he frowns when you scraped your knee, reaching for a bandaid before you could even ask.

Like how he wastes his savings just to buy you the stuff you want on your birthday.

And whenever you were tired of walking he always gave you a piggyback ride and didn't complain.

He used to do that to me!

But now you were always here, playing with the two of us whenever you were bored or not.

Change 5: The smile

One day, I saw it.

We were walking home, just the three of us, when you suddenly ran ahead, yelling about catching fireflies. Nii-chan watched you, shaking his head, but there was something different in his eyes.

And then, for the first time in my life, I saw my brother smile.

A genuine smile.

It was small, barely there, but it was real.

I didn’t say anything, but I knew.

You were changing him.

And I don't even seem to mind.

Just don't steal him from me.

● Sae Itoshi

Change 1: The First Meeting

Rin and I were practising at the playground, like always. Just the two of us. It was pointless to play with the other kids. They didn’t understand the game the way I did. They were slow, uncoordinated, and easily distracted. Rin was the only one who could keep up, and even then I had to slow down for him.

Then you appeared.

You were running across the grass like you had no destination, arms outstretched like you were trying to fly. It was ridiculous and loud, so I just ignored you.

"What are you guys doing?"

I barely look at you. If I ignored you, you'd probably get bored and leave. But Rin, Rin answered.

"Playing soccer."

"Soccer? What's that."

I finally turned to look at you. I thought you were joking. Who didn’t know what soccer was? But you were completely serious, eyes round with curiosity.

"It's a sport" I said flatly. That should give you enough answer.

"So you just kick the ball?"

"It's more than kicking," Rin cut in before I could shut the conversation down "You have to control it, pass it, aim for the goal. It's fun!"

I waited for you to lose interest. Instead, your face lit up with excitement.

"Can I play?"

I almost said no. You wouldn’t be able to keep up. You’d slow us down. But for some reason, I nudged the ball toward you instead.

"Try to take it from me."

You tried. You failed immediately. But you didn’t stop. You kept running after me, laughing every time you missed. You were persistent—annoyingly so. I expected you to give up after a few minutes.

You didn’t.

Change 2: The Soccer Match (Focus Sae)

I was used to winning.

Losing wasn’t something I considered, not because I was arrogant, but because I knew I was better. Faster, sharper, more disciplined. I didn’t just play soccer; I controlled the game.

This was just a school match, but that didn’t change anything. The moment the whistle blew, I blocked out the noise. The only thing that mattered was the ball.

I moved instinctively, passing, dribbling, finding openings before the other team even saw them. My teammates followed my lead, but I was the one setting the pace. I could hear the cheers from the crowd, but they didn’t matter.

And then, in the middle of the game, I heard you.

I didn’t even mean to look, but for a split second, I caught sight of you in the stands. You were leaning forward, eyes locked onto the field—not distracted, not chatting with the others, but watching the game.

Watching me.

"Tch." I forced my attention back to the field. Focus, Sae.

The next time the ball came to me, I didn’t hesitate. I cut through the defense, the other team scrambling to keep up. One player tried to steal the ball—I was faster. Another moved in to block me—I tricked him with a feint, my footwork too quick.

I could’ve passed, but I didn’t. Not this time.

I took the shot myself.

The ball soared past the goalkeeper’s fingers and slammed into the back of the net.

Goal.

My teammates cheered, running up to me, clapping my back, grinning as if they’d won something. The referee’s whistle blew, the scoreboard flashed. The teachers applauded.

But the first thing I did was look for you.

A trophy was given and Rin held it with pride. But you, my eyes kept drifting to you.

And there you were, clapping wildly, a big grin on your face. You weren’t cheering my name like the others, but you were looking right at me like you knew I’d find you first.

Something twisted in my chest.

I turned away before anyone could notice.

But I knew. I have been searching for you.

And that realization unsettled me.

Change 3: The Rain

I never cared about the rain.

If it rained, I stayed inside. It was simple. There was no point in getting wet for no reason. The grass became too slick for proper footwork, and the ball was harder to control on a soaked field. It wasn’t worth the hassle.

Rin felt the same way. Maybe because he copied me, maybe because he actually hated the rain, too. Either way, when the sky turned gray and the first drops started falling, we both took shelter under the roof, waiting for it to pass.

But you were different.

The moment it started raining, your face lit up.

"It’s just water!" you said, throwing your arms out and spinning in circles like an idiot. "Come on, Rin, it’s fun!"

Rin crossed his arms, glancing at me for my reaction before mimicking my stance. "It's wet."

You laughed like we were the weird ones. Maybe to you, we were.

And then, you turned to me.

"Come on, Sae! You always play soccer outside, right? This is no different. It’s not like the rain is gonna melt you!"

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. You acted like playing soccer in the rain and getting soaked for no reason were the same thing.

I expected you to give up after a few seconds, to shrug and run off into the downpour alone.

But you didn’t.

You stood there, looking up at me, hands on your hips like you were waiting for me to accept some kind of challenge. As you had already decided I was going with you.

I sighed. Then, without a word, I turned and went inside the house.

Rin blinked. "Nii-chan?"

I didn’t respond. A minute later, I came back with my raincoat on and stepped forward.

Rin’s mouth fell open.

You grinned.

"See?" You beamed, taking my hand without hesitation and pulling me further into the rain. "It’s not that bad!"

The rain hit my hood with soft pattering sounds, cool against my skin. You twirled in front of me, laughing, and for some reason, I didn’t pull my hand away.

I heard Rin grumble behind us before stepping into the rain, too.

The three of us stood there, the sky dark and heavy, the world around us blurred by streaks of water.

I didn’t understand why you liked the rain so much.

But for once, I didn’t mind it.

Change 4: When You Were Sick

You were always moving. Always running ahead, spinning in circles, talking about things that made no sense. Always loud, always restless, always there.

So when you weren’t, I noticed immediately.

It had been two days since I last saw you. You hadn’t shown up at the playground, hadn’t come to bother me while I practised. At first, I thought you had just found something else to do, but when a classmate told me you were sick, I felt… off.

I told myself it wasn’t a big deal. People got sick all the time. You’d be fine in a day or two, then come back and annoy me like always.

But the next day, without really thinking about it, I found myself walking with Rin toward your house.

Your mom let us in, smiling as she led us to your room. "She’s been sulking all day," she said. "Maybe you two can cheer her up."

I didn’t know why I was here. I didn’t visit people. I didn’t care about things like this.

And yet, I followed Rin inside.

You were curled up in bed, wrapped in a blanket with a pile of tissues next to you. Your hair was messy, your nose red, and your usual energy was nowhere to be seen.

"You look disgusting," I said bluntly.

You groaned and threw a pillow at me, but it was weak, barely making it halfway. "And you look annoying."

Rin sat beside your bed, while I leaned against the doorframe. You looked miserable. And for some reason, I hated seeing you like that.

"How bad is it?" Rin asked.

"Terrible," you whined. "My throat hurts, my nose is stuffy, and I feel like my head is about to fall off."

"That would be gross," I muttered.

You sniffled. "If I die, tell everyone I fought bravely."

"You have a cold," I deadpanned.

You ignored me and looked at Rin instead. "Did I miss anything?"

"Not really," Rin said. "But Nii-chan won his match yesterday."

Your eyes widened a little, and for the first time since we walked in, I saw a bit of your usual spark. "You did?"

I crossed my arms. "Yeah."

You smiled, voice raspy but teasing. "Did you score?"

"Of course."

You hummed, pleased. "Good. It’d be embarrassing if you didn’t."

I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond, you yawned, looking drowsy. Your fever was probably making you exhausted.

Still, before you let your eyes close completely, you muttered, "You came to see me?"

I hesitated. Then I said, "Rin made me."

Lie.

But you smiled anyway, like you didn’t believe me at all!!

"Good," you mumbled sleepily. "Missed you guys."

I stayed quiet.

Rin started talking about some random game he played at school, filling the silence. I could’ve left. I had nothing to do here.

But I sat down on the floor near your bed, listening as your breathing evened out, your face finally peaceful in sleep.

I didn’t know why I stayed.

But I did.

Change 5: Listening to You

You talked too much and about the strangest things.

"Do you think fish get tired of swimming?"

"What if the clouds are just really marshmallow?"

"If I eat ice cream when it’s cold, does that make me colder or does the ice cream get warmer?"

Most people would tune you out.

I didn’t.

I always listened, even when I pretended I wasn’t. Even when your questions made no sense. Even when you talked about things I didn’t care about.

Because it was you.

And for some reason, your words never felt like noise.

Change 6: The Smile

We were walking home, just the three of us, when you suddenly ran ahead, yelling about catching fireflies.

I watched you, shaking my head. You were ridiculous. Childish. Loud.

And then, before I even realized it, I smiled.

It was small, barely there. But it was real.

Rin saw. I knew he did. But he didn’t say anything.

Neither did I.

Because if I had to admit it out loud, then I’d have to admit everything else, too.

And I wasn’t ready for that yet.

● Your Perspective

You didn’t mean to bother them.

You had just been running around the playground, pretending to fly, when you noticed the two boys kicking a ball back and forth. You weren’t sure why, but something about them caught your attention. Maybe it was the way the older one barely spoke or the way the younger one kept trying to keep up. Either way, curiosity won, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of them.

"What are you guys doing?"

The green boy blinked at you, but the pink one barely acknowledged your presence.

"Playing soccer," the younger one said.

"Soccer?" You tilted your head. "What's that?"

The older boy finally looked at you, brows furrowed like you had said something ridiculous.

"It's a sport," he said simply.

"So, you just kick the ball?"

"It's more than just kicking!" the green hair boy said. "You have to control it, pass it, aim for the goal. It's fun!"

You hummed, considering his words, then grinned. "Can I play?"

The older boy, Sae, looked like he wanted to say no, but instead, he sighed and rolled the ball toward you.

"Try to take it from me."

You tried. You failed. Miserably.

But instead of giving up, you chased after him, laughing even when you tripped, determined to steal the ball just once.

Maybe, this time you can make some friends.

So after that playground encounter it was your mission to annoy the brothers. Especially the pink hair one.

You learned their names, you always played with them and attended every match Sae played.

For the first time, you cared to love deeply to these new friends of yours. You love them, and they love you (even though they won't admit it)

What else could go wrong?

[toruro]

— ✧ devil by the window

temptation touched my tongue / spread the wings of desire (a friday the 13th special)

description: all your fairy friends warned you not to get tangled up with the demons that lurk on the ground, but you swear on every star in the sky that minghao is different.

warnings: smut (18+), consent is clear but reader is somewhat unaware of what sex is

tags: enchanted forest au, demon hao, fairy reader, corruption kink, loss of virginity, innocence kink, pet names (fairy, pretty), condescension, brief implied exhibitionism

w/c: 5k+

request: hiii for hao could u write fairytailesque theme umm like vibes of love between fairy and devil cdrama! mean dom hao secretly a softie for u<33 i feel like u would rock it!!

a/n: i got something out for friday the 13th! sorry to anon for losing the og ask, hope u see this! for those who saw the first version of this, i am sorry. i popped this out by listening to freefall while being high as hell

Joshua was the first to warn you about those who live below. Those who lurk in the shadows, waiting, and waiting, and waiting to pounce on the first naive soul to cross their path.

You didn’t quite believe him at first. Your head was in the pristine clouds that float above; living your little fairy life among the heights of the forest, days spent buzzing around with your friends, glowing smiles and shining eyes, petal-cloth dress flowing over your soft skin as you flutter from tree to tree—your life was perfect.

Seokmin tells you about it next. He recites a story of one of his friends, Chan, who got a little too close to the ground. The young boy hardly escaped the luring hands of a demon who crept up on him, and to this day, Chan has a scar on his left ankle.

Maybe catching sight of the little mark on the other fairy’s skin the next time you saw Chan was a little bit of a reality check, but still, you don’t worry too much.

After all, how could you? Your life was perfect, so what need was there for all this tension? All this trouble, worrying about a world so, so far away …

⟢

You’re falling.

You’re falling unimaginably fast.

You’re not really sure how it happened—you were floating through the trees and something in your magic spasmed for a second and the next thing you know you’re flailing around, unable to get those sparks flying again.

And you try to yell for help, call for Seokmin because he’s the last one you’d seen, a cold rush overwhelming your body when you realize you’re too far down for him to hear you anyways. You close your eyes tight and brace for the impact as you feel the bases of the trees grow thicker as you near the ground and then—

Wait, what? Why didn’t you hit the ground and—oh, you’re floating again. Reflexes must’ve kicked in upon realizing the difference in air pressure.

It takes a few moments to get yourself back on balance using what little energy you’ve got left. You’re dangerously close to the ground—mere meters hovering above it, really, but right as you think you’ve managed to flutter up a bit higher, you lose control again, dropping straight down with no luck on your side to stop you.

You crash down into the ground, letting out a soft shriek as your body thuds. It shakes you for a moment but as you look around, you’re endlessly grateful to have fallen on a relatively soft patch of grass. Dusting yourself off as you try to sit up straight, the fact that you are now on the ground without your magic is dawning on you.

You aren’t sure how long you sit there, just gazing at the thick, dark trees around you. It’s rather peaceful, you wonder if you landed on the same grounds that Chan did when he got that scar. You doubt it.

You gaze up at the sight, soft breaths and gentle eyes, and you start to think that the ground is much nicer than anyone has ever told you but suddenly, there’s a rustling in the bushes behind you. In an instant you feel cold.

Dreadfully cold.

So cold, you don’t dare to turn around, figure cowering in on itself as you shut your eyes tight when the rustling intensifies, turning into thudding footsteps that approach you. And then, it stops, and you believe for a gracing second if the thing has left you alone, but you know better than that because after just five seconds of silence, you hear it breathing from above.

“Wh—who are?” you murk up the courage to whimper, wincing as you hold a hand up to face your face.

Through the fingers, you catch the silhouette of a man. He doesn’t look much different from all the other boys you’ve seen before, and you wonder if you should take your chances and let your hands drop. 

“Are you …” Your breath hitches in when you finally look at him—chiseled jawline and sharp, cold eyes that watch you carefully. You feel your palms sink into the ground as you try to scurry back, but suddenly, it feels as though your hands can’t move. “... a demon?”

The pretty man smiles, but some funny feeling in your stomach tells you he isn’t exactly happy. He smiles oddly, and then he chuckles. He chuckles oddly, and then he laughs.

“What do you think, fairy?” His voice is cool and crisp, cutting through you like a blade of ice. The chill is thrilling. You think back to the story Seokmin always tells you. The scar on Chan’s ankle. The words of caution Joshua is always careful to remind you of.

“Y-you don’t look l-like the other—” You stop yourself from speaking because the shake in your voice is too much. You never even knew you could produce such a sound so potent in … fear? Enthrallment? Heat? You aren’t sure.

“The other what?” Slowly, he inches forward, and still you can’t find it in you to move away. You’re starting to think that you simply don’t want to.

His long, black hair wisps over his forehead and a few strands sit above his nose, and you can’t help but admire his natural elegance. He’s standing right next to you now, and as you look up at him, something in the back of your head buzzes.

Your ears are flooded with a white noise and some part of your brain is telling you you should be scared. You should be terrified, and you should wail for Joshua or Seokmin or Mingyu to come help but a much more convincing part of your brain tells you to stay put. To look up at this demon with wide eyes and parted lips. To whisper, “Demons. The other demons.”

He crouches over you now, so close that you feel his warm breath on your forehead. “Have you ever seen a demon?” You shake your head no, too afraid of the sound your throat might make if you try to speak.

He grins, and this time you don’t question the sincerity. He holds out a hand, and you think to yourself that such beautiful fingers could never taint skin like Chan’s.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs into the hazy air.

You don’t hesitate to take his hand.

Your magic comes back by the end of that day, and you are able to flutter your way up with Minghao’s name and a bidding farewell on your tongue.

You don’t tell the other fairies about what you do at night now. You don’t tell the other fairies how after everyone’s settled into their little abodes that linger from the branches, you creep out of your own. You don’t tell the other fairies about the beautiful views you see as you wisp through the trees, catching cool leaves on your skin as you slowly start to flutter down.

You don’t tell the other fairies of the little, illuminated pond you dip your toes into, or how when you turn around as your feet plant into the soil, Xu Minghao is already slipping into your line of vision from behind a thick trunk.

Dark cloth hangs off his chiseled figure, loose ends flowing with the night zephyrs. He sits on a rock by the pond as you cross your legs over on the verdant green grass, light dress splaying thinly over your thighs, skin shimmering under the moonlight.

He talks to you, tells you about his life, his friends. Every night, you listen with your lips slightly parted as you watch him and his dark hair. He teaches you about the ground, about the soft soil you sit upon, he teaches you about the roots of trees, about the little animals that scurry by the trunks, he teaches you that there is so much that lies beneath the tree tops, that there is so much you still don’t know.

Seungcheol laughed at Minghao earlier when he crept away from where he and his friends usually spend the night. “Going off to see your little fairy?” (Minghao wonders if the weird feeling in his stomach erupts from embarrassment at Seungcheol’s tone, or from a growing warmth when he refers to you as his.)

His friends find it a little funny—a fairy and a demon conversing at the dead of night, but he doesn’t really find it amusing at all.

Enthralling, would be the right word actually, because you come down every midnight where he teaches you, and he teaches you, and he teaches you so much, and your eyes are so beautiful, your voice so kind, your smile so bright, and so you teach him what it means for his heart to race.

You two sit together tonight, your hands neatly folded over your lap as you sit on your knees; Minghao sits next to you, legs out in front of him as he leans back on his arms. Under the light of the half moon above, you’re both silent.

You don’t have anything to say, not tonight. The cool air that sits between says enough.

Some time through the moments you sit in silence, Minghao has a hand brushing over your knee. The touch is gentle and cool like the breeze that washes over your bodies. He leaves his fingers there for a few, graciously long minutes, watching you from the corner of his vision to see if you’ll turn away.

He thinks he might lose his damn mind when you don’t move an inch. And so he moves an inch up your thigh, another inch and then he’s under the pretty petals of your skirt, another inch and then he’s almost brushing against the soft fabric that’s nestled between your legs.

Minghao watches you carefully—the way you chew on your bottom lip and your hands squeeze each other a little tighter and then—fuck, you’re squirming already?

“W-what are we doing Minghao?” you ask him so sweetly he feels he might melt into the ground and take you down with him. You have the vaguest of ideas of where this is going to go, and the thought makes your skin bloom with shivers.

“I …” His breath hitches in his throat when you look at him with eyes that look at him like he holds the universe. “I can show you.”

When you flutter your eyes shut, nodding as you whisper, “Show me,” into his mouth, Minghao wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. His kisses are slow but telling; pressing his lips into yours, tongue lapping at your mouth until you gasp and open yourself to him again. Legs locked around his sides as his hands grip onto your waist, your noses against each other in tandem in hopes to dig deeper into the kiss.

You’re shy against Minghao, lips working fervently—you can tell just from the way his fingers glide up and down your sides, the way his tongue melts into yours, the way he holds you—you feel so safe with him.

And then there he is, hands sliding beneath the skirt of your dress and bunching the shining fabric up to your waist; the cool air hits your skin as you gasp into Minghao’s mouth, hugging him closer instinctively. In doing so, you shift forward, core brushing dangerously close to the hardness between his dark pants, and you swear you hear Minghao mutter a curse you’ve never heard before. The sound makes your tummy do tumbles.

“You’ll let me take this off … hm?” he murmurs as he pulls away, fingers toying with the sheen hem of your skirt.

“Y-yeah,” you murmur, shuffling backwards so you slip off his lap. You lean back on your hands in the grass with a deep sigh, legs spreading out in front of you as Minghao climbs onto his knees. His fingers start at your ankle, and the way his hooded eyes watch you lustfully has your breath caught in your throat.

He slowly trails his fingers over your legs, starting from your calf and moving up until it’s brushing past your knees and suddenly his palms are pressing on your inner thighs and shoving your legs apart to reveal the pretty white panties that sit in the middle.

Your core buzzes with a heat, and you find your bottom lip clamped between your teeth as you try not to whine when Minghao’s finger grazes over the thin fabric. “M-mingh—hao,” you breath out, when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and sucks hard against the skin.

Your skin flushes with heat and a sharp sting when his teeth graze over you, but the small moan that leaves your lips sings a melody of pleasure as he swipes his tongue over the bruising mark. Your mouth falls wide open, neck falling back, and Minghao slots one hand between your legs, pressing the pads of two fingers against that one bundle of nerves that has you squirming into the ground.

“O-oh,” you mutter as your hips start to erratically swivel against his in hopes for more friction.

“Patience fairy,” Minghao sings in that sickly sweet tone of his. You wonder if he dropped from the treetops himself from the way he coos so kindly.

“It feels—oh … Oh, Minghao—”

“Tell me pretty … tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispers in a dangerously low tone, breath fanning over your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. Minghao traces methodical circles around your clit, and you can feel a warm wetness grow beneath your panties, causing the fabric to stick against your slick core.

You want to thrash in his arms and squirm into his hold—you want to let tears well up in your eyes and cry because everything’s feeling so good and you can’t think … can’t manage a single damn word.

“Feels—feels good,” you manage out in broken huffs of breath, legs spreading wider than you thought they could. Minghao chuckles as he lifts his head back to watch the way you tremble in front of him, and if you weren’t so dizzy on pleasure, you’d be burning from embarrassment.

“Yeah? Can make you feel even better if you …” He shrugs casually and gestures towards your dress and panties. “If you move some stuff out of the way.”

You don’t hesitate to yank at the straps of your dress,  shoving them down haphazardly with trembling fingers. You’re on fire, if anything, and Minghao grins widely as he helps you desperately shimmy out of your clothes.

You start with the dress, flowy fabric slipping off your shoulders and falling down your stomach, finally pooling at your hips where Minghao takes control and pulls it off your legs. You’re left clad in only your panties which are now sheen with arousal, cool air pricking at your bare skin under the moonlight.

“Oh fairy,” Minghao nearily moans when you finally lay back down on the grass, tits bare and spilling all over your chest as your naked legs make room for him to sit between them. “So pretty … so naughty …”

“‘m not naughty,” you try to mumble, but the hoarse desperation in your voice gives you away. “J-just, wanna feel go—oh—good,” you finish with a heavy sigh when Minghao’s fingers are at your core again but this time, sliding your panties to the side to reveal your folds.

“Feeling good, huh pretty?” Minghao murmurs, not giving you a moment’s rest as he plunges his fingers right into the dripping mess. You cry out, back arching off the soft grass as you feel the length of his long, thick fingers slide between your pulsing folds.

“Oh, f-fu—” Your eyebrows furrow when you feel one finger circle around your glistening hole, causing your whole body to twitch with an ache you didn’t even know was possible to feel.

“Say it fairy, say it,” Minghao groans, hearing the dying words on your lips.

“It’s dirty,” you whimper, one hand shooting down to circle around his wrist as you try to guide his finger into your throbbing hole, but Minghao holds his stature firm.

“Say it, or I won’t make you feel good,” he threatens, and your eyes widen as a complaint bubbles at your throat. The way Minghao gives you that warning, predatory look shuts you right up.

“Oh—oh fuck,” you finally mewl. The way your plush lips let the word fall so kindly from your lips has Minghao’s head spinning, and he can’t even find it in him to control himself when he finally sinks his fingers into your hot cunt. “Minghao—”

“So scandalous, huh pretty?” Minghao asks you with condescension dripping from his tone as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he rubs his fingers against your gummy walls. “The perfect fairy … messing around with some fuckin’ mean-faced, bad, bad demon.”

“‘s’not like that,” you try to gasp out, core throbbing when he somehow sinks his fingers in deeper. Your legs writhe around Minghao, but his firm hand plants itself on your right thigh, pressing you down and into compliance.

He hums lowly, the sound rumbling deep in his throat as he watches you struggle to keep your composure; Minghao can see it already—the way your forearms tremble under your weight as you lose yourself to him entirely. “You sure fairy? ‘cause from what I’m seeing … it’s exactly like that.”

There’s a protest right at the tip of your tongue but then he grazes against this one spot inside your hot, tight cunt that has you crying out, head thrown back, eyes rolling all over the place until you’re panting: “M-Minghao it feels—oh, don’t stop!”

There’s a dark sort of grin that tugs at his plush lips as those words leave your mouth. With one eyebrow raised, he starts to fuck his fingers into you faster, thumb toying roughly with your clit as you mindlessly buck your hips into his hand. “Aw, my pretty’s gonna cum? You gonna cum?”

There isn’t a single thought in your mind, and even if there was, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend what Minghao was saying, yet still there’s that funny, burning feeling building in your stomach as all you know is that you don’t want to let it—you can’t let it stop. “Y-yeah,” you whimper as your walls tighten around his fingers. “Yeah … H-hao—I wanna cum.”

Minghao smirks at the slurred words, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade when he feels you spasm under him. “Cum for me, fairy,” he murmurs when you cry out his name, hands flying up to grip his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash down on you.

Broken words die at your lips as you erupt into high pitched moans , orgasm taking over you; Minghao sucks and nips at your neck until finally tracing his lips up to yours, engulfing you in a deep kiss as you ride out the high.

“There we go fairy, pretty fairy … looks so cute when she cums …” Minghao says once he finally pulls away, gazing down at your blown out eyes as you struggle to sit up right. Steadily, he lifts his hand from between your legs, tracing the warm stickiness across the insides of your thighs before holding it up in front of your face.

“Th-that’s—” You inhale deeply before continuing, still staring at the glistening arousal that coats his fingers. “—that’s embarrassing, Minghao,” you rush out, reaching out to swat his hand away, but he dodges and instead plunges the fingers in his own mouth.

His eyes don’t break away from yours, staring down at you in a way that has your sensitive core buzzing all over again with that sweet excitement. “You taste so good, pretty,” Minghao says lustfully, finally pulling his fingers out with a loud popping sound. He watches you carefully for a few moments—the way your pupils are dilated, your bare chest heaving gently, skin wearing a glossy layer of sweat, face flush with swollen lips …

Minghao wants to ruin you.

“You’ll let me do more, pretty?” he asks, and the way he peers down at you with dark, alluring eyes has your head nodding before you can even think to imagine what Minghao means by more. “Good fairy,” he purrs, crawling onto his knees back between your legs, nudging your thighs apart.

“What—what are we doing?” you ask him innocently, eyes widening when he reaches for the dark, ragged shirt that hugs his torso and pulls it off. Your first instinct is to reach out and touch because fuck, he’s beautiful, and you’ve always been one to admire the beautiful.

His body is firm with muscle, heavy round shoulders shining under the moonlight as you back into the ground. Minghao is on top of you now, hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. “You’ll feel good,” he tells you, watching how you run your hands all over his sides as if you were a child being shown candy for the first time.

“Again?” you ask innocently, eyelashes batting up to look him in the eye as your hands instinctively find the waistband of his pants. Minghao lets one corner of his lips lift up in a half smile, nodding his head as if to tell you to go on.

“Yeah, again,” Minghao reaffirms, and you’d be lying if you didn’t squeeze your thighs just a little closer together at the thought. “We’ll feel good together,” he says, and oh this will mark the loss of your sanity, because something in your blood buzzes at the thought of Minghao feeling good right alongside you and you spiral.

Suddenly desperate, you’re yanking down his pants—you don’t even know what’s coming your way (have no clue really), but you also don’t care because you’re just so needy and you know (you just know) Minghao will give it all.

“There we go,” he coos, helping you out with one hand to shove down the dark pants and black underwear that sits beneath. His length springs out in an instant, firm as it hits against your inner thigh with a loud slapping sound that rings in your ears.

Eyes glossy as you mindlessly gaze down at him, your mouth watering at the mere sight of the flush red tip, milky white oozing out from the top and glittering under the minimal light. “You like the sight, fairy?” he asks, reaching to pinch your cheek lightly. Your nose scrunches up for a moment, but you soon lean into his touch when your eyes trail back down to his thick length.

“Y-yeah,” you admit bashfully, letting him shuffle closer between your legs until his length sits on your stomach, balls pressed against your puffy folds. The light contact has your head going dizzy already, and takes every ounce of self restraint to not moan at the feeling.

“G’na be right here here,” Minghao mutters, running his wet fingers over the base of his length, holding it up just to tap it back down on the base of your stomach. “Cock’s gonna fuck you all the way here,” and the thought of being so deep seems to be just as numbing to Minghao as it is to you because you catch the way he gulps down hard.

“Please,” you choke out when he shifts against you, his cock brushing against your throbbing clit a bit harder. “Please—fuck, I need it now, Hao—please.”

“Poor fairy,” Minghao groans, pulling his hips back so his cock no longer rests against your stomach but now slides between your sticky folds. “Poor, poor baby … begging a filthy demon for his cock.”

The way your cunt tightens around nothing at his words has you questioning everything anyone has ever told you, but the thoughts are wiped from your mind when his fat tip nudges against your now aching hole.

“Oh fuck, it’s s’big Minghao,” you murmur when he presses himself into you. “O-oh, I don’t—I don’ think s’gonna fit,” you gasp out when he slips in further, eyes stinging with tears of both pain and pleasure.

“You want to stop?” he asks, stilling his movements.

“No!” you exclaim, a little too quickly maybe, because your excitement has Minghao’s eyes darkening in a way that tells you you’re really in for it now. “I-I—no … I don’t want you to stop.”

“Hm,” Minghao hums while nodding. “Then there’s nothing to worry about,” he says casually in that low, gravely voice that has your breath getting stuck in your throat. “I’ll make it fit.”

Your legs tremble when he sinks his length into you even deeper, punching moans right out of your lungs and squirming under his arms until you feel his pelvis brush against your clit. You’re a babbling mess right now, Minghao having his chest pressed against yours as you whisper into his mouth about how it “feels so good,” how you “feel s’full,” how you’re “in love … so in love.”

“See fairy,” he murmurs, dragging his length out at a dangerously slow pace before shoving back into you at once so fast his balls slap against your skin with a harsh sting. “Made it fit, didn’t I?”

You wanna cry out and say yeah, yeah he fucking did, but your tongue feels like lead when you try to speak, only moans and squeaks of pleasure escaping your lips as his cock fucks into you faster. Minghao’s got one hand by your head, the other trailing all over your body—tracing the curves of your torso, cupping the flesh of your tits, playing with the sensitive nub of your nipple—you might as well be insane from the way your blood rushes at the feeling.

It’s so much—so, so, so much and you aren’t even sure how your body is taking it all, but there Minghao is, whispering sweet, dirty nothings by the shell of your ear.

“You like it? You like it don’t you fairy?”

“Wonder what the other fairies would think of this …”

“Moan louder pretty … put on a show for the whole damn forest, will you?”

It’s a muddled mess in your head, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you dig your heels into the ground to help thrust your own hips upwards to meet the snap of Minghao’s hips. The sloshing puddle of wetness between your thighs lets out obscene sounds that bounce off the trees around you. You wonder if you should be ashamed by how the sound makes your cunt clench.

“Put your hands up pretty,” Minghao grunts through sharp, pointed thrusts. The words fly over you for a moment, not understanding a bit of what he’s saying until his movements still and your eyes widen.

“W-what—why’d you—”

“Put your hands up.”

“S-sorry,” you moan in blind compliance, quickly lifting your hands and crossing your wrists above your head. Minghao’s larger hand is over them in an instant, pressing them into the soft grass as he goes back to fucking into you.

It’s messy now; hips jamming into hips in a passionately frantic pattern that has your body throttling in all kinds of directions until that familiar feeling balls inside of you once more. “Hao, ‘m gonna cum—”

“Wait. We’re supposed to feel together, right? Isn’t that right fairy?”

“Fuck!” you whine, hands thrashing under the strong hold Minghao has on you, desperate to touch him. “Don’t think I can wait, Minghao—oh—”

“You can do it fairy, do it for me,” he demands, punctuating the last word with a deep thrust that has your stomach feeling like it’s being pushed just to make room for him. “Hold it,” he orders, and you would be damned if you disobeyed Minghao, and so you dig your fingers into his back and pull him down for a deep kiss, trying to hold off from your impending orgasm.

He kisses you sloppily, and there’s tongue and teeth and lips all over each other until you’re both pantining into each others’ mouths. “Are you gonna cum?” you ask frantically when he pulls away, eyebrows furrowed with pure desperation. “Please—please, oh my g—Minghao, I need a cum!” you cry out as your walls begin to flutter and your legs begin to shake.

“Cum fairy—cum all over me,” Minghao groans when you tighten around his cock as he rails into you relentlessly, feeling his own end come near. “Lemme cum inside, pretty, fuck—”

Your mind spins at the thought of Minghao filling your hot cunt up and you can’t even think straight before you start to beg, “Yes, yes, yes please.”

“Fuck, gonna let me fill this fairy pussy all the way up, huh? Oh—pretty, fuck I’ll cum if you keep squeezing me like tha—oh.”

Something warm fills your core, walls spasming in an overstimulated mess as Minghao continues to fuck the oozing liquid back into you with vigor. “Shit—Minghao,” you whimper once his hips finally start to slow and eventually still, softening cock flopping out of your drenched folds.

His eyes are sharp as they watch you look up at him hazily. “That felt nice,” you murmur, swaying a little as the aftermath of two orgasms leaves you a trembling mess. Minghao is quick to reach for you, steadying you in his arms and onto his lap, bringing you in for a kiss.

It’s soft and sloppy, and you can feel your senses getting muddled up all over again as you cuddle into him. Minghao chuckles softly, looking down at your figure and then the dark trees that are around.

“Fuck, fairy …” He grins when he catches a glint of a dark eyed demon in the shadows. “You really put on a damn show, huh?”

(Minghao wonders how many times he’ll get to fuck you before Jeonghan starts telling the other demons about your guys’ little secret. Not that that’ll stop him anyways—he’s got the prettiest fairy in the whole damn forest at the palm of his hands, and he’d be damned if he let you go.)

[minnielvrr]

Letter Games Pt. 1

Lee: Hannie Lers: Chan, Minho, Jeongin Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you for being so patient with me everyone! and thank you for the ones who checked up on me during my absence🥺 it means a lot to me🫂🩷 i hope you guys like this!!🤗💖

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“You two, quiet down! Hyung is sleeping,” Jeongin hissed for the third time that day, rolling his eyes when Han stuck his tongue out at him. Minho sighed, eyes falling on their leader, curled up and snoring away quietly on one corner of their picnic blanket.

The trio had covered him in their jackets, then munched on some snacks as they whispered to each other. The warmth of the sun, the cool of the breeze and the members hushed voices had lulled him slowly to dreamland.

Innie had propped his head up on his bag and Chan had fallen asleep in seconds, strands of his dark hair weaving between lush green blades of grass.

It was an adorable sight and one that reminded the two why they had to be silent. It was rare to see him so peacefully asleep. Chan needed this nap. And so they settled down too, Han pointing out clouds and comparing them to random objects in an attempt to keep them entertained.

“Look that one looks like Chan hyung’s butt…or maybe Binnie hyung’s. And that one looks like a wahahalrus!” He whispered, dissolving into a fit of giggles when it got both Minho and Jeongin to crack up.

Oh how they missed Changbin. The dwaekki had been stubborn about going to the gym today and so was missing all this.

It was a couple of hours later that Chan woke up, brought back to consciousness by his bandmates quiet snickers.

“Hannie hyung I swear if you wake Channie hyung up, you’re gonna get wrecked so bad!” Innie threatened, although the smile in his voice and crescent shaped eyes stole any real weight to his words.

“I’m up!” The oldest announced, a fond smile playing on his lips as he sat up and stretched. “Man, that was exactly what I needed. Plus,” he added, glancing at the ace. “I had a very… enlightening dream. Innie come over.”

Eyes wide with curiosity, the maknae leaned over, shoulders rising when the leader’s breath tickled his ears. Hushed whispers were followed by a deep red flush overtaking Jeongin’s face, both amusement and admiration shining in his eyes as he leaned away to look back at Chan.

“Hyung that… that… Can he even survive that?” He asked, unable to stop his gaze from falling on Han, who now resembled a scared hamster— worry lines showing on his forehead as his eyebrows knitted in suspicion and concern. Were they talking about him?

There was no way it was that right? That would be ridiculous! Because why on earth would Chan be dreaming about tickle tactics right now?

The same was done for Minho, the kitten now sporting a grin that could only be described as demonic. “I don’t like this. What are you plotting hyung?” Han demanded, looking warily at the mastermind of all this.

“Alright,” Chan announced, “Let’s play a game Hannie: you spell your name, and for each letter, we find a tickle spot and rate it. Sounds fun, right?”

“Nope.” The ace stood up abruptly, taking a big step away from the others, “Nuh uh. Like hell it does. Why am I the one getting targeted? Innie is much more ticklish and Minho hyung is a wayy more satisfying conquest.”

His comments flustered the two, Minho glaring playfully at his while Jeongin groaned in annoyance. “Get back here hyung-ah!” A burst of action followed, Chan and Jeongin jumping up and chasing after the quokka, who stumbled as he fled for his life.

Minho laughed in second-hand embarrassment. Around them, couples and families had stopped to stare, watching three grown men tearing through the grass like kids on a playground.

It was an exposed tree root that was Hannie’s undoing. “No no no no no!!”

He tripped, landing face first on a patch of tall grass. Before he could even stand up on his own, two hands grabbed his waist, hauling him over their leader’s shoulder. He gave in then, slumping in their hold and breathing hard.

“Yes yes yes Han-ah~ We’re gonna have to get you extra good for trying to run,” Chan teased as they walked back to their spot.

Innie bullied him all the way back, discussing earnestly with Chan on which spots to get, the smirk on his face telling Han that this was meant to tease him. And it certainly did.

His chubby cheeks were rose tinted when he was put down, Minho tackling the ace into his arms. “Mhmhm nohohoho!! Youhu cahan’t dohoho thihis to me!” He squirmed uselessly when the three pinned him down, a small part of him giddy with anticipation.

Hannie’s body tingled at the way all their eyes zeroed in on his hips. They wouldn’t start with his hips right? He couldn’t handle one of his worst spots being tickled right off the bat.

“Oh yea? And who’s gonna stop us? You?” Minho mocked, hands resting on Hannie’s ribs and tapping away as if to remind him of his current predicament. He gulped, looking away when he felt his cheeks warming up. Gods if he was already this flustered….

“Now, you remember the rules right? It’s simple. You spell out your name and we tickle you on one spot for each letter. And,” Chan gently tilted Hannie’s face so he was looking right at him, “for every letter you forget or mix up, we will tickle an extra spot that we pick. You got that?”

The ace chewed his bottom lip as he nodded, utterly mortified when he felt butterflies dancing in his belly. He was so excited!

“Go on hyung-ah, spell your name for us. You know you want to~” Innie crooned and Han wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Their dear maknae had grown very cocky since he’d started bulking, having already gotten his long due revenge on Hyunjin and Seungmin.

A tense silence followed, during which the ace’s urge to get wrecked warred with his want for self preservation. Minho magnanimously helped him along, his fingers dancing lightly against Hannie’s neck to keep him giggling adorably.

“Arghahaha! Hyuhuhung youhuhu cahan’t tihickle mehehe untihil ihihi spehell!” He protested, his train of thought derailing right into tickle land.

“Oh? Whoever said we couldn’t tickle you before you started? There weren’t any such rules Hannie~ Coochie coochie coo~” he teased, mischievous smile stretching his lips as his fingers sped up, making the younger squirm under him.

“Fine! Fihihine Ihihi’ll sahahay it!” He yelped, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “…H.”

All hell broke lose then. “Hips!” Jeongin yelled like a student getting the right answer in class. His shirt was tugged up and hands were immediately fighting to knead and scribble and drill into the quokka’s hips.

“Fuhuhuhuck nonono!! Ihihit tihihihckles sohohoho bahaHAHAD!!” Han couldn’t tell who was doing what, the ticklish sensation consuming his every thought, giggles spilling from his lips unrestrained.

Chan, sitting on his hands was doing the scribbling while Minho on his thighs was drilling in like this was his last chance to.

Innie on the other hand had moved to his side to knead into one hip at a time, alternating just to watch the poor lee twist and turn, trying and failing to lean away. “Wow hyungie, it’s like you become more ticklish each time we tickle you!” He marveled at the older’s ability to endure the sweet torture.

“Ihihi hahaha HAHATE YOUHUHU GUHUHYS!! AHHH MINHO HYUHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!!” Hannie was thrown into hysterics, giggly laughter morphing into frantic cackles when Minho bent down to blow a raspberry on one hip.

Chan took mercy on him though, Hannie’s face was bright red, his wide, heart shaped smile on full display as he laughed and writhed under their hands. “Just spell the next letter when you want us to move on.”

“A! A! Plehehease Ihihihi cahan’t tahake ihihit thehehere anyhymore!!”

“Oh you asked for it baby. Too bad your first letters spell out your worst spots one after the other~” The leader chuckled at his plight. It was too amusing to stop though. So he dived right in, then stilled when an idea popped in his head.

“How do you want us to get you here Han-ah? Should I go light like this?” He cooed, slipping his hands into Hannie’s sleeves and brushed the sensitive skin lightly with the lips of his fingers. He watched as Hannie’s previous sounds quietened down, sweet bubbly giggles escaping his lips.

“Or rough?” He hooked his thumb into the hollow and vibrated in quickly, thrusting the poor lee into belly laughter, head thrown back and legs kicking the ground behind Minho. “LIGHT! PLEHEHEHASE CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG GO SLOHOHOW! IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEGGING!!”

“As you wish baby,” the leader promised, switching back to gentle tracing and light back and forth strokes of his nails. It was just enough stimulation to keep Hannie’s melodious sounds filling their little corner of the park, but not so rough that he’d get overwhelmed.

“Hyuhuhung ahahaha ihihit tihihickles hyuhuhung! ihihihit tihihihihckles!!” Hannie told them, watery eyes blinking up at them. “Does it now? And do you like it? I can feel you leaning in you know?” Chan looked at him, amused and endeared.

Their little ace really was the cutest ever. Poor Hannie blushed even darker at being outed, hiding his face in his arm. “Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! Youhuhu mahade mehehe dohoho thihihis!”

“Do you want us to stop then, baby?” Minho asked, a knowing smile on his face as he brushed Hannie’s bangs back from his sweaty forehead.

“Mhmhmhm myhyhy nahahame stihihill has mohohore lehehetters tohoho gohoho youhuhu knohow!” He mumbled between shy laughter, peering at them from his hiding place.

“That’s right! Hyung still has seven more letters to go. You’re so cute Hannie hyung. You can just say you like this~” Innie teased, throwing in a quick scribble to the older’s belly to make him jump. They really adored this shy side of their friend.

Han whined then. They were enjoying his flustered state wayy too much! It wasn’t fair. Just a twitch of Chan’s fingers and another bout of laughter slipped past his lips. It soon grew unbearable, the soft tickles sending tingles down his whole body, making the lee feel like he was a live wire.

“N!! Nehehehext spohohot plehehease!” He begged, gasping for breath. The unshed tears were more prominent in his eyes now. His blush had spread down his neck, color bleeding into his chest.

“Aww is this too much for you Hannie? I’m tickling you so gently and you still can’t take it?” The leader taunted but paused to give the younger a break.

“N is for Navel!” Jeongin cheered, wiggling his fingers at his hyung. It made Hannie’s breath hitch. The trio waited till the ace’s breathing had evened out, Minho rubbing soothing (and slightly ticklish) circles into his waist.

“You ready?” Minho asked, voice soft when he looked at Han, making sure the younger really was okay with continuing.

“I'm okay, hyung. Um... will you... uh... tickle me on more spots if I spell multiple letters at once? Just wondering… Is that one of the rules?" Han asked hesitantly, boba eyes looking right at Chan.

"Hmm, well it wasn't... But now that you mention it, maybe it should be one of the rules. Do you want it to be baby?" Chan's mind was running a mile a minute with that idea, playing with all the ways he could try this game on the rest of the members back at the dorms.

Hannie blushed hard but nodded. He wanted more. And he was curious what spots they would pick for each letter.

And maybe a teeny tiny part of him really wanted this too— to see how much he could take and how merciless his lers could be. After all, these three were probably the most sadistic ones he knew.

“Go on, spell for us.” Jeongin whined impatiently, taking his seat on the older’s calves. Now Sungie really was pinned completely.

“J…I…S.” His next words came out as a surprised screech when, without warning, Jeongin’s hands found his thighs and squeezed. “J for joints!” He spoke cheerfully, squeezing and scribbling and massaging the spot.

“Wait! Nohohoho Ihihihi dihihihidn’t thihihink thihis throughuhuhu ahaHAHAHAHAHH!!” A squeal cut through his bubbly laughter once Minho and Chan also joined in.

“Hey you can’t complain! You asked for this Hannie~ You even thought of it yourself!” Chan chided him, hands busily moving from his waist and up to Hannie’s ribs, clawing and pinching the skin.

Minho had leaned back, massaging his thumbs into the younger’s inner thighs to have Jisung screaming incoherently. It really wasn’t fair that his name covered so many of his worst spots!

Hannie twisted and writhed as best he could, only managing to shake his head and flap his feet and occasionally jerk his torso away from one of Chan’s cruel hands.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SHIHIT IHIHI CAHAHAN’T OHOHO MYHYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!” Hicuppy laughter flowed from his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as if to clock out the sensations racing across his skin.

“Yah! There are kids here! You can’t curse, Jisung-ah,” the leader scolded. And his hands sped up, punishing poor Hannie with even more tickles which kinda did their job.

Now any curse words that came up would die in his throat until nothing but pure, unfiltered sounds of joy escaped. He laughed and laughed and laughed, forgetting how this stupid game even begun in the first place.

“Three more letters baby. What the last ones?” Minho prompted, noticing how out of it their ace looked.

“IHIHI CAHAHAN’T REHEHEMEHEMBER! PLEHEHEASE SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN!! IHIHI CAHANT THIHIHINK!” He gasped out finally, and the three obliged, slowing their hands until they were merely resting on the tortured spots.

Han panted, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then he remembered. The last 3 letters. Oh god. Which spots would they target? U for underarms, N for neck and G for…? Damn he couldn’t think of any…

“Uh…U, N and G! That’s all the letters.” He spoked regardless. He wondered what spot the others would target for his last letter.

“Okay U for underarms,” Minho nodded in satisfaction. “N for neck, of course!” Chan followed. They all turned to Jeongin, who smirked cockily. That brat had something up his sleeve!

“Ghost spots~” He said and was greeted with three matching looks of confusion. “You’ll see!” He reassured and let the oldest duo start.

Minho hooked his thumbs into the younger’s hollows and alternated the sides he would tickle, giggling when it had Hannie flailing left and right like a fish out of water.

“Nohohoho!! Mihihihinhohoho hyuhuhung stoHAHAHAHAP BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!!” His laughter doubled in volume when Chan joined at his neck, trailing his fingertips before scribbling at the soft skin.

Jeongin observed the scene for a moment, taking in the bright pink of his hyung’s chubby cheeks and the tears now dripping down the sides of his face. His beautiful heart shaped smile stretching his lips as he kicked and squealed helplessly.

Then he went in for the kill. “Tickle, tickle, tickle Hannie hyung~” He taunted, drawing attention to himself and delighting in the way Hannie’s crescent shaped eyes followed his hands with a kind of desperation. “NohoHOHOhoho!! Stahahay awahahay frohom thehehere!!”

He then brought his wiggling fingers to hover just millimeters over the lee’s belly, loving the way Hannie tried to suck in his stomach, only for it to spasm with his laughter.

His skin would brush Innie’s fingers and flinch away only for the maknae to move his hands to another spot and repeat it.

“Ihihihihie youhuhuhu’re ahahan ahahahass!” He whined through his giggles after the maknae switched spots for the third time, teasing him relentlessly. That was when the youngest struck. Not his belly? Then that’s exactly where he would aim.

Just when Han threw his head back in frustration, Innie’s hands found the skin of his belly, using all ten fingers to vibrate into the spot.

“ACK! NOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHODS IHIHI SAHAID NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” He screeched, laughter loud and high pitched. He gasped and squealed and kicked and twisted but there was no escape. He was here, pinned down and he would have to take it.

Han felt like he was losing his mind, the tingly sensations taking over nerve and thought of his and filling his brain with how much everything tickled.

After a minute of non stop tickling, Hannie was like putty in their hands, his limbs like jelly, no strength left in them to even squirm anymore. His laughter began to die down, wheezes punctuating every sound until the trio let him go.

“What a mess you’ve become,” Minho huffed out a laugh at his state— hair and clothes messed up beyond saving and tear tracks lining the sides of his face.

Chan handed him a bottle of water that he gulped down hurriedly and Innie wiped his flushed face carefully. “Youhuhu guhuys are insahane… We should definitely make the rest of them suffer too!” He grinned.

With immediate agreement from the other three as well, that is exactly what they did. But for now, Hannie would be getting his well deserved cuddle time to recover from his own tickle attack.

[estellan0vella]

Sunshine's Guide To Murder│Lee Minho

Chapter Thirty Eight: There Was A Fire SS: 8 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 4.1K Content Warnings: Talks of death, talks of a house fire, ghosts

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Minho wakes up groggily, his body protesting the movement as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. The morning light filters through his blinds, too bright, too cheerful. He rubs his face, scrubbing away the remnants of a restless sleep. Something feels off, though he can’t put his finger on it.

Downstairs, the house is already alive with activity. Chan is in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee and scrolling through his phone. The faint sound of Hyunjin and Changbin arguing about cereal brands drifts in from the living room.

Minho grabs his jacket from the coat rack near the door, shoving his feet into his sneakers. As he reaches for the handle, Chan’s voice calls out, “Where are you going?”

“To Hayun’s,” Minho replies without missing a beat, pulling the door open.

Chan’s voice is puzzled. “Who?”

Minho stops, his hand frozen on the doorframe. He turns to look at Chan, eyebrows furrowed. “What the fuck do you mean, who? Hayun. My girlfriend. She lives with Jeongin, Jisung, and Felix. Is this a prank? Because if it is, it’s a shit one.”

Chan’s face twists in confusion. “Minho, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Changbin appears in the doorway, a piece of toast in hand. “You don’t remember the news from last year?”

Minho frowns deeply. “What news?”

Hyunjin walks in, his expression grim. “It was all over the place, Minho. After Yuna’s disappearance and-” He hesitates, his voice softening. “And your sister’s suicide. Those four students moved into that shared house. You know, the one with the faulty wiring.”

Minho feels like the air has been sucked out of his lungs. “What about it?”

Hyunjin’s voice lowers further, each word like a blow. “There was a fire. They all died.”

The toast falls from Changbin’s hand, hitting the floor with a soft thud. Minho stares at Hyunjin, his heart hammering in his chest. “That’s not fucking funny,” he snaps. “I saw her yesterday.”

“Minho-” Chan begins, his tone cautious.

“No.” Minho shakes his head furiously. “No. This isn’t real. You’re lying. You all saw her yesterday. We all saw her yesterday. She was right there.”

“Minho-” Hyunjin tries again, stepping closer.

“I saw her yesterday!” Minho snaps, slamming the door open and bolting down the street.

Hyunjin swears under his breath, taking off after him. “Minho, wait!”

Minho sprints through the quiet morning, his legs pumping powerfully beneath him as he races against the crisp, invigorating chill of the air. Each inhale is a desperate gasp, mingling with the scent of dew-kissed grass and damp earth that fills his lungs. The early sunlight glimmers faintly through the trees, casting fleeting shadows that dance around him.

He doesn’t pause to think; every muscle in his body knows what to do, propelled by a fierce instinct. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, its frantic cadence echoing the whirlwind of thoughts as he navigates the familiar path, driven by an unshakeable purpose.

By the time he skids to a stop, his lungs are burning, and his legs threaten to give out beneath him. But none of that matters. He stares at the empty lot where Hayun’s house used to be. Nothing is left but a patch of scorched earth, overgrown with weeds. The air is still, unnaturally quiet.

“No,” Minho breathes, his voice breaking. He takes a shaky step forward, then another. “No, no, no.”

Hyunjin catches up to him, panting heavily. “Minho-”

Minho turns on him, his eyes wide and wild. “What the fuck is this? This isn’t fucking real. Where’s the house? Where are they?”

Hyunjin’s expression is pained. “Minho, you never met them.”

“Don’t,” Minho growls, his voice low and trembling with barely restrained fury. “Don’t fucking say that to me.”

“I’m serious,” Hyunjin insists, his voice cracking slightly. “You never met them. They’ve been dead for almost a year.”

“That’s bullshit!” Minho yells, his hands balling into fists. “Hayun is my girlfriend. We’ve spent the last eight, no, nine, months working on proving my sister’s innocence and then finding out who killed your cousin. Their podcast-”

“Their podcast topped the charts when they died,” Hyunjin interrupts softly. “That’s how you found it. That’s how you knew about them. But you never met them.”

“I saw her yesterday!” Minho’s voice breaks, his eyes stinging with tears. He points a trembling hand at the empty lot. “You saw her too! We all did!”

Hyunjin shakes his head, his own expression crumbling. “Minho, I didn’t. None of us did.”

“You’re lying,” Minho whispers, his voice barely audible. “You’re fucking lying.”

“I’m not,” Hyunjin says, stepping closer. “Minho, maybe we should go to the hospital.”

Minho recoils as if he’s been struck. “I’m not fucking crazy! Don’t look at me like that.”

“Minho-” Hyunjin tries, but his voice falters.

“They were alive yesterday,” Minho says, his voice rising again. “Hayun, Jisung, Felix, Jeongin- They were alive. I don’t understand what kind of fucked up joke this is, but it’s not funny.”

Hyunjin’s hands hover uncertainly, as if he wants to comfort Minho but doesn’t know how. “I don’t understand either,” he admits. “But I do know that they’ve been gone for almost a year. I’m sorry.”

Minho shakes his head furiously, stepping back toward the lot. He stares at the ground, his chest heaving as he fights to make sense of what’s happening. The world feels like it’s spinning out of control, and no matter how hard he tries to ground himself, he can’t.

“They were alive,” he whispers again, his voice hollow. “I saw them.”

Hyunjin doesn’t reply. He simply stands there, helpless, as Minho sinks to his knees, clutching his head. The weight of the moment crashes down around them, suffocating in its intensity.

Hyunjin kneels beside Minho, his knees hitting the dirt with a muted thud. His hand hovers near Minho’s shoulder, unsure whether to offer comfort or give him space. “Minho,” Hyunjin says softly, his voice strained. “I… I don’t understand either.”

Minho doesn’t respond. His fingers fumble with his phone, his hands trembling as he opens the gallery app. He scrolls through his camera roll, past what he remembers as snapshots of laughter and joy. The pictures he swears he took of Hayun smiling, of Felix proudly presenting a pan of brownies, of Jisung in mid-rant, waving his arms like a madman, are all empty.

The images show the same scenes: Minho’s bedroom, the table at the café, a bench by the Han River. But in every one of them, no one is there. Just empty chairs. Bare walls. Blank space.

“No,” Minho whispers, his voice cracking as he stares at his phone. He scrolls faster, desperate, frantic, hoping, praying, he’ll find something to prove what he knows to be true. “No. This can’t be right. This isn’t fucking right.”

“Minho,” Hyunjin says, his voice firmer now. “You never met them.”

“Yes, I fucking did!” Minho snaps, his voice filled with raw emotion. He throws his phone onto the ground, the screen shattering on impact. He doesn’t care. “Hayun’s favourite colour is lavender! She told me. I know it. Felix made the best brownies, but he couldn’t cook for shit! Jeongin and Chan- They had something going on. You and Jisung-”

Minho cuts himself off, his throat tightening as tears well in his eyes. He glares at Hyunjin, daring him to argue. “You and Jisung were close. Don’t fucking tell me you weren’t.”

Hyunjin’s face is pale, his lips pressed into a thin line. He shakes his head slowly. “Minho,” he says, his voice gentle but unsteady, “none of that happened.”

Minho feels like he’s been punched in the gut. The air is thick, suffocating, as he tries to process Hyunjin’s words. He looks down at his trembling hands, then back at the empty lot in front of him. His mind races, every memory of the past year swirling in a chaotic mess. They felt real. Every conversation. Every laugh. Every goddamn moment.

“They did happen,” Minho whispers, his voice hollow. He looks up at Hyunjin, his eyes bloodshot and glistening with tears. “They fucking happened.”

Hyunjin exhales shakily and rises to his feet. “Come on,” he says, extending a hand toward Minho. His voice is filled with a mix of pity and determination. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“Where the fuck could we go that’s going to make any of this make sense?” Minho bites out, his voice bitter and dripping with frustration.

Hyunjin hesitates for a moment, his gaze falling to the ground. Then, he looks back at Minho, his eyes solemn. “The cemetery.”

Minho’s heart pounds in his chest as they walk through the wrought iron gates of the cemetery. The air here feels heavier, as though the weight of loss clings to every blade of grass. The gravel crunches beneath their feet as Hyunjin leads him down a winding path, past rows of gravestones.

Minho’s breath catches when they stop. Four graves sit in a neat line, their headstones polished and gleaming in the pale sunlight. The names and dates are etched with haunting precision.

Han Jisung 14th September 2004 – 15th September 2024

Lee Felix 15th September 2004 – 15th September 2024

Jang Hayun 14th March 2005 – 15th September 2024

Yang Jeongin 8th February 2005 – 15th September 2024

“No,” Minho chokes out, stumbling back a step. His legs feel like jelly, and he grips the edge of a nearby headstone to steady himself. “This- This is bullshit.”

Hyunjin stands silently beside him, his face pale and drawn. He doesn’t speak, letting Minho process what’s in front of him.

“They’re dead?” Minho asks, his voice rising in disbelief. His chest heaves as he points at the graves, his hands trembling. “No, this doesn’t fucking make sense. I talked to them yesterday. Yesterday, Hyunjin! They were alive! We were-”

He cuts himself off, his voice breaking as he drops to his knees in front of the graves. Tears spill down his cheeks as he clutches at the grass. “No. This isn’t real. This can’t be fucking real.”

“Minho-” Hyunjin kneels beside him again, his hand resting gently on Minho’s shoulder. “I don’t know what’s going on, but they’ve been gone for almost a year. There was a fire in their house. Faulty wiring.”

“No,” Minho whispers, shaking his head. “I- I don’t understand.”

Hyunjin swallows hard, his grip on Minho’s shoulder tightening slightly. “I think we need to get you to a hospital. This- This isn’t something we can just figure out on our own.”

Minho jerks away from him, his eyes blazing. “I’m not fucking crazy! Don’t you dare treat me like I’m losing my mind. They were alive! I’m not imagining this!”

“I’m not saying you’re crazy,” Hyunjin says quickly, his voice steady but filled with urgency. “I just think you need help. Minho, this, whatever’s happening, it’s not normal.”

“No shit, it’s not normal!” Minho yells, his voice echoing across the quiet cemetery. He scrambles to his feet, pacing back and forth in front of the graves. “None of this makes any fucking sense! How can they be dead when I’ve spent the last year with them? How can this be fucking real?”

Hyunjin watches him silently for a moment, his own emotions warring on his face. “I don’t have the answers,” he admits quietly. “But Minho, this? This is real.”

Minho stops pacing, his chest heaving as he stares at the headstones. His mind is a whirlwind of memories and emotions, all colliding in a way that makes him feel like he’s unraveling. He sinks back to his knees, his hands curling into fists in the grass.

“I don’t understand,” he whispers again, his voice broken. “I don’t fucking understand.”

Hyunjin sits beside him, his own shoulders slumping as the weight of the moment presses down on them both. Neither of them speaks, the silence stretching between them like an insurmountable chasm.

Minho doesn’t move for a long time, his knees buried in the grass as the weight of the past few hours crushes him. The cold air nips at his skin, but he doesn’t feel it. All he can focus on are the headstones in front of him, the names carved into them mocking him with their permanence.

“Minho,” Hyunjin says softly after a while. His voice is careful, like he’s walking on eggshells. “You should come back with me. Let’s… figure this out together.”

“Leave,” Minho mutters, his voice low and raw.

“What?” Hyunjin steps closer, concern etched into his face.

“Fucking leave!” Minho snaps, his head whipping around to glare at Hyunjin. “Go! I don’t want you here!”

Hyunjin flinches, his jaw tightening, but he nods. “Okay,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Okay. I’ll go. But call me if… if you need anything.”

Minho doesn’t respond, turning his back to Hyunjin. He hears the crunch of gravel as Hyunjin walks away, his footsteps fading into the distance. Minho’s breathing is uneven, his mind racing as he tries to piece together the chaos unraveling around him. He presses his palms against his eyes, willing himself to wake up from what has to be a nightmare.

But when he opens his eyes again, he freezes.

Out of the corner of his vision, he sees movement. Four familiar figures stand a few feet away, partially obscured by the mist that clings to the cemetery. He blinks, his heart racing as he turns his head fully to face them.

It’s them.

Hayun. Jisung. Felix. Jeongin.

They’re standing together, their forms faint and shimmering like they’re caught between reality and something else. Their eyes are on him, filled with a strange mix of sorrow and warmth.

“What the fuck?” Minho whispers, his voice trembling. He scrambles to his feet, stumbling slightly as he takes a step toward them. “What the fuck is going on?!”

Hayun steps forward, her hair rippling softly as though caught in a breeze that doesn’t exist. She offers him a sad smile, her eyes glistening with unspoken emotion. “Minho,” she says softly, her voice carrying an almost ethereal quality. “Everything you remember, it’s real. Sort of.”

“Sort of?” Minho repeats, his voice breaking. “What the fuck does that mean, Hayun? You’re standing right here, but you’re dead? I don’t- This doesn’t- Nne of this makes any fucking sense!”

Hayun takes another step closer, her gaze unwavering. “You have to listen to me,” she says firmly. “You have to prove Chaeryeong’s innocence, okay? You have to do that.”

Minho shakes his head, his chest tightening. “No. No, I don’t care about that right now. I don’t care about anything but you. You can’t leave me, Hayun. You can’t.”

Her expression softens, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “Minho,” she says gently, “you never really had me. I’m dead.”

“Don’t fucking say that!” Minho yells, his voice cracking. He grabs fistfuls of his hair, his body trembling with rage and despair. “You were just here! We were together, Hayun! We-”

“Minho,” Jisung interjects, stepping forward. His usual cheeky grin is gone, replaced by a sombre expression. “We died. It fucking sucked, by the way. Zero out of ten do not recommend.”

Minho stares at him, his mind reeling. “No,” he whispers, shaking his head. “No, you’re wrong. You’re all wrong. This is some kind of sick joke.”

“It’s not a joke,” Jeongin says quietly, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. “We’re dead. And now that we’ve helped you, we get to move on.”

“Move on?” Minho echoes, his voice hollow. He looks between them, his vision blurred with tears. “What the fuck does that even mean? You’re just going to leave? After everything?”

Felix steps forward, his usually bright eyes dim but still filled with affection. “We’ll miss you, Minho,” he says softly, his voice breaking slightly.

“Don’t fucking say goodbye,” Minho snaps, his anger flaring again as he takes a step toward them. “You can’t just-”

“We have to,” Jisung cuts in, his tone uncharacteristically serious. He glances at the others, then back at Minho. “We’ve done what we needed to do. It’s time.”

One by one, Jisung, Jeongin, and Felix turn and begin to walk away, their forms becoming fainter with each step. Minho’s chest tightens as panic claws at him.

“Wait!” he shouts, his voice cracking. “Wait! Don’t fucking go! You can’t just-”

“Minho,” Hayun says softly, pulling his attention back to her. She’s still standing in front of him, her presence both comforting and heartbreaking.

“I don’t understand,” Minho whispers, his voice shaking as he stares at her. “Why are you doing this? Why can’t you stay?”

Hayun’s eyes fill with tears, but she smiles, a soft, bittersweet expression that makes Minho’s heart ache. “I’ll wait for you,” she says, her voice steady despite the emotion in her eyes. “In whatever comes next. That, I promise you.”

“Hayun…” Minho’s voice cracks as he reaches for her, his fingers brushing against empty air. “Please. Don’t do this.”

“Our love was real,” she says, her voice trembling as she steps backwards, her form beginning to fade. “At least hold on to that, Minho. Hold on to it.”

And then, she’s gone.

Minho falls to his knees, his chest heaving with sobs as the weight of her absence crashes down on him. The cemetery is silent again, the only sound his ragged breathing and the distant rustling of leaves.

Minho jerks awake, gasping for air as if he’s just surfaced from being underwater. His heart pounds violently in his chest, his hands trembling as he clutches at the blanket tangled around him. The faint light of early morning filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. For a moment, he doesn’t move, his eyes wide and unblinking as he struggles to orient himself.

His gaze shifts to his left, and he freezes.

Hayun is lying next to him, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. Her hair is splayed across the pillow, and her left arm is still cradled in the sling. She’s alive. Alive. The sight of her sleeping peacefully sends a surge of relief crashing over him so intense it leaves him dizzy.

Minho’s breath catches, his hands twitching at his sides as he fights the urge to grab her and hold on for dear life. Instead, he reaches out hesitantly, brushing his fingers over her good arm. Her skin is warm and soft under his touch, solid and real. She stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into her slumber.

He yanks his hand back like he’s been burned, his heart hammering in his chest. “She’s real,” he whispers to himself, barely audible, as if saying it out loud will solidify the truth.

Without thinking, Minho bolts out of the room, his feet barely touching the ground as he rushes down the hallway. His first stop is Jisung’s room, and he flings the door open without hesitation. The sight before him stops him dead in his tracks.

Jisung is sprawled across his bed, snoring loudly, his face buried in Hyunjin’s neck. Hyunjin’s arms are loosely draped around Jisung’s waist, their legs tangled together like a lazy knot. Jisung mutters something in his sleep, his voice muffled and slurred, and Hyunjin responds with a soft snore of his own.

Minho exhales a shaky breath, a strangled laugh escaping his throat. “Fuck,” he whispers, his voice barely steady. “You’re okay. You’re fucking okay.”

But he doesn’t linger. He has to see for himself that they’re all here. He backs out of Jisung’s room and moves quickly to Felix’s door, pushing it open with trembling hands.

Felix is sprawled out across Changbin’s chest, his head resting on Changbin’s shoulder. Changbin is snoring softly, one arm slung protectively over Felix’s back. Felix shifts slightly, his brow furrowing before he relaxes again, mumbling something about cookies.

Minho’s hand flies to his mouth as he chokes back a sob. He wants to laugh at how ridiculous they look, but the relief coursing through him is too overwhelming for humour. “You fucking idiots,” he whispers shakily. “You’re fine. You’re all fine.”

His last stop is Jeongin’s room. He doesn’t even knock, throwing the door open and bracing himself for what he’ll find. And there they are. Jeongin is curled up against Chan’s side, his head resting on Chan’s shoulder. Chan has one arm wrapped around Jeongin, his other hand resting on Jeongin’s head as if shielding him from harm even in sleep.

Minho stares at them, his vision blurring with tears he refuses to let fall. He leans heavily against the doorframe, his body trembling as he whispers, “You’re alive. You’re really fucking alive.”

He steps back into the hallway, the weight of the past few minutes crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He crouches down, his head resting against his knees as he repeats the words like a mantra. “It was just a dream. They’re alive. They’re fucking alive.”

The tears come then, hot and unstoppable as they streak down his face. He doesn’t bother wiping them away, doesn’t try to hold back the broken sobs that wrack his body.

“They’re okay,” he whispers through the tears, his voice shaking. “They’re okay.”

Minho is still sitting on the floor, his head buried in his arms as he works to calm his erratic breathing, when he hears the soft creak of a door opening. He lifts his head slightly, his eyes bloodshot and puffy from the tears he hasn’t bothered to hide.

“Min?” Hayun’s voice is soft, tinged with confusion. “What are you doing sitting on the floor like that?”

He looks up, and there she is. Standing in the hallway, peeking out from behind her slightly cracked bedroom door, her hair messy from sleep and her left arm still cradled in the sling. She’s so perfectly her, alive, whole, and real, that his chest tightens painfully, and without thinking, he surges forward.

Before she can react, he wraps her in a tight hug, careful to avoid jostling her injured arm. His hands press into her back, desperate to ground himself in the feel of her body, warm and solid against his. His voice is low and fierce when he speaks.

“You’re not dying,” he murmurs into her shoulder, his words muffled but firm. “You hear me? I’m not fucking losing you. Not ever.”

Hayun blinks in surprise, still half-asleep, her free arm coming up to pat his back awkwardly. “Uh, okay?” she says, her tone uncertain but tinged with amusement. “Any particular reason for this sudden declaration?”

Minho pulls back just enough to look her in the eyes, his hands still gripping her shoulders. “I’m calling a fucking technician,” he says, his tone serious and unwavering. “They’re going to check all the wiring in this house. Every single goddamn inch of it. I don’t care how much it costs.”

Hayun stares at him, wide-eyed and confused, before a soft giggle escapes her lips. “Minho, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t argue with me on this,” Minho insists, his voice rough but steady. “Just let me do it. Okay? It’s no big deal.”

Hayun tilts her head, eyeing him with a mix of confusion and affection. “Sure, okay. Call the electrician. Knock yourself out. But seriously, what’s going on? Did you have some kind of nightmare or something?”

Minho hesitates, his hands dropping from her shoulders as he shifts awkwardly on his feet. “It’s… nothing,” he says finally, his voice softer now. “Just thought about it, that’s all.”

Her gaze softens, and she steps closer, her good hand reaching out to cup his cheek. “You’re acting weird, but you’re cute when you’re all protective,” she says with a small smile. “So I’ll let it slide.”

Minho’s breath catches as he looks down at her, his chest tight with emotions he can’t quite name. Before he can stop himself, he leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that’s both urgent and tender. His hand comes up to cradle the back of her head, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he pours every ounce of his love and relief into the kiss.

When they pull apart, Hayun’s eyes are wide. “Wow,” she breathes, blinking up at him. “What was that for?”

“I love you,” Minho says, his voice trembling slightly. “I need you to know that, okay? It’s only been a few months, but you… you mean everything to me, Hayun. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, and it scares the shit out of me, but I don’t care. I fucking love you.”

Hayun stares at him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before a slow smile spreads across her face. “I love you too, Minho,” she says softly. “I really, really do.”

Minho exhales a shaky laugh, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. “Good,” he whispers. “Because I don’t think I could handle it if you didn’t.”

She giggles, the sound light and infectious, and Minho feels a little of the lingering weight on his chest lift. “You’re such a sap,” she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now come on, lover boy. Let’s go back to bed before you wake the whole house.”

Minho lets out a soft chuckle, his grip on her tightening for a brief moment before he releases her. “Fine,” he mutters, his tone begrudging but affectionate. “But don’t think I’m letting this wiring thing go.”

Hayun rolls her eyes, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “Whatever you say, Minho. Now, come on.”

He follows her back to her room, his heart still racing but his mind quieter now. As they settle back into bed, Hayun curling up next to him with her head resting on his shoulder, Minho presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m not losing you,” he whispers again, more to himself than to her.

Hayun doesn’t respond, she’s already drifting back to sleep, but the soft smile on her lips tells him she heard him. And for now, that’s enough.

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bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

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It wasn’t much longer before the competition began. Right now, you’d been granted some free time to unwind and partake in rec activities if you felt so inclined, but it was hard not to feel nervous. You’d only ever spoken to Shinsou once before, in the cafeteria, and although it was hardly enough time to draw any conclusions, something felt off about him. He almost seemed… sad, or bitter.

You’d retreated towards the outer, forested area of the stadium. Some of your classmates seemed to be having fun and trying to take their mind off things before the big battle, but you kind of needed some time to yourself. You dragged your foot across an uneven patch of grass, lips pursed.

Before you’d left, Ojiro had cautioned you.

“[Name]-chan, whatever you do… don’t respond to anything that guy says. I made the mistake of talking back to him, and before I knew it, I’d totally blanked out. In all likelihood, that’s got to be how his Quirk works.”

It was good that you at least had an idea of how his powers worked. Shinsou might’ve picked up on your Quirk to some extent by observing you through the first two stages, but you probably had the advantage here.

“Well, aren’t you looking cute in your little cheerleading outfit!”

You spun around, but it was too late. Two arms came crashing around your body, squeezing you impossibly tight. You let out a weary groan and craned your neck.

“What are you doing here?”

Ares was looking down at you with a shit-eating grin. “I came to play! You’ve done such a great job so far, you know? To think that Aphrodite was even willing to lend you her powers, and you did so well channeling them! Obviously, you’re bound to be pretty tired right now, but just the fact that you’re still standing speaks volumes.”

You tried to pull away, but his hug just got tighter. “Glad you’ve been having fun,” you scowled. “Do the gods really have nothing better to do than watch mortals like me compete?”

“Nope, not particularly!”

“Charming.” You let out a weary sigh. After everything that had happened today, you were in no mood to deal with his nonsense. You were almost tempted to ask about Aphrodite, to see whether she’d ever reach out to you again, or if your loss had irritated her to the point that she’d cut ties with you.

“You’re doing well, [Name].” His expression shifted, and he was looking at you with fondness rather than manic obsession. He pulled away from you, bringing a hand down on your hand to gently tousle your hair. “Keep things up, and I’m sure your powers will only grow.”

You flushed and puffed out your cheeks. “I’m fine. You don’t need to keep coming down here to pester me.”

“As your lover, I can’t help but want to see you.”

“Self-proclaimed lover,” you corrected.

Ares chuckled, his chest rising and falling. “You’re just adorable. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you?”

“You’re doing a terrible job,” you muttered. “Please try harder.”

“[Name]?”

You stiffened up, immediately glancing towards the source of the voice. Shouto had emerged from behind a corner of the building and was looking at you with his brows furrowed.

“Who was that with you just now?” he asked. “He didn’t look like a student.”

“Ah, um—” Your eyes darted around, but Ares was nowhere to be seen. Typical. He’d showed up out of nowhere, and now he’d up and disappeared, leaving you to answer all the tricky questions. Asshole. “He’s one of my family friends,” you spluttered. “A bunch of people I know came to watch me compete in the Sports Festival.”

Shouto looked around. “I thought spectators weren’t allowed to come down here. Where’d he go anyways? I could’ve sworn he was just here.”

“You’re right,” you laughed nervously. “I’ll be sure to tell him that. He’s always breaking the rules. And, um, I’m sure he just ran off somewhere. He really likes playing pranks on people, you know?”

“Uh huh.”

The look in his eyes was dubious at best. He went right back to being silent, and it occurred to you that other than the brief altercation you’d had in the prep room before the festival, you’d never actually had a proper conversation with him before. Not that he seemed much for talking in the first place.

“So, what are you wearing?” Shouto asked, finally breaking the silence. He gestured to the orange fabric adorning your body. “What’s that supposed to be?”

“It’s a cheerleading outfit!” you grinned, outstretching your arms for added effect. As expected, he didn’t look impressed, and he just continued staring at you as blankly as before. “Uh, I thought it’d be fun to wear,” you went on. “I just thought it looked cute… right?”

Shouto blinked. “You’re asking me?”

“Am I?”

“I don’t know.”

Yeah, wow. This had to have been the single most awkward conversation you’d ever had. You’d heard some of the girls in your class gossiping about it before, and it was clear that Shouto was popular, in that mysterious sort of way. He was arguably very attractive, with his beautiful heterochromatic eyes, silky hair, porcelain skin, and the overall structure of his face. Even the scar under his eye was charming in its own regard, and you’d never considered it to be a blemish or anything, but now that you knew the story behind it…

Oh, gods. I’m gonna trip up and end up confessing about eavesdropping, I just know it!

“Shouto-kun, how’s the Sports Festival been for you so far?” you asked hurriedly, desperate to find literally any topic of conversation.

He shrugged. “Fine, I guess. It’s not like it’s over yet. I can’t afford to be careless like other people.”

You pouted. “Hey, was that supposed to be a jab at me? Just because I’m wearing a cute cheerleading outfit doesn’t meet I’m not taking this whole thing seriously.”

“I never said you weren’t.”

“But you implied it.”

“Did I?”

Another dead end. You’d never struggled to converse with someone before. Sure, everyone was different—some people were more social and outspoken than others, but this was a whole new ball game. It probably wasn’t even so much that he was awkward, more so that he just seemed to have no interest in anyone. You could respect the fact that he was able to focus on himself and avoid distractions, but his aloofness certainly left something to be desired.

“Here, Shouto-kun.” You tentatively grabbed the boy by the sleeve, earning a confused look in response. You walked over with him to one of the nearby trees and promptly sat down, patting the space beside you. “Let’s relax for a bit,” you smiled. “Take the edge off before the last stage begins.”

He hovered above you, not saying anything, his expression still as impassive as always. You were sure he’d outright refuse you, but to your surprise he sat down and faced ahead. He wasn’t much of a talker, but you were sure even he would let his guard down at some point if you were just lounging around like this.

“It’s been stressful, but also a lot of fun,” you admitted. “Getting to see everyone’s Quirks like this, I mean. U.A really is huge. There’s so many interesting people outside of the hero course.”

Shouto was fiddling with a blade of grass. “I don’t see how it matters that much. We’re not here to make friends with anyone. It’s a competition.”

“Yeah, but we can be friends afterwards, no?”

“Shouldn’t you be focused on winning?” he remarked coldly. “I thought you were here to become a hero. That’s the only thing that’s supposed to matter.”

You kept smiling, unfazed. “Yeah. I want to become a hero for sure, but I think it’s also important to acknowledge the others. Even if they’re not in the hero course, like us, there’s all kinds of people—like those from the Support Department—who are learning and training for the sake of helping others in the future. I’m sure they’re all really hardworking people.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. You were worried that you’d rubbed him the wrong way, but then his head had turned towards you.

“Your Quirk,” Shouto said suddenly. “I know you used it on me, during the first stage. It was… really strange. I felt paralyzed, like my body wasn’t responding to me anymore. You started classes later than everyone else, so nobody really knew anything about your powers. I’m sure that much was deliberate. How do they work, then? How did you do that to me?”

“Um…” You weren’t sure what to say. That hadn’t even really been your power, to be exact. “Certain conditions need to be met,” you started warily, “but if they are, I’m able to control others, to some degree, though it’s not always guaranteed. It’s a little difficult to explain.”

“I get the feeling that’s not the full story.”

You laughed, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. He was perceptive, you’d give him that, but you weren’t about to start revealing everything. You felt guilty, though. Shouto didn’t know this himself, but right now, as you were talking to him, you knew everything about his motivation for winning, and the source of his coldness. Endeavor was well-known for being unapproachable as a hero, but you could’ve never imagined that he would put his own family through something so horrible. You wondered if Shouto would ever open up to you or the rest of the class.

“I’m sure you’ll get a pretty good idea once you see my battles,” you smiled. “Let’s both do our best, Shouto-kun.” You extended your hand out towards him. He stared at it for a few moments, eventually deciding to humor you and give it a small shake, though it was still as lackluster as you’d expected. Shouto heaved a small sigh and stood up. It wasn’t much longer until the tournament would begin.

“I’m going to go walk around for a bit longer. I guess we’ll see each other later.”

“Okay, good luck!”

He nodded passively before walking away. You quickly glanced around. Ares was still nowhere to be seen, so he was either hiding his presence or he’d just left altogether. You had a feeling he’d still be watching the rest of your fights, though.

“Have to make a good impression for the gods,” you sighed.

Izuku’s was the first match. The pairing seemed to be to his advantage, and he was able to clear the stage without having to activate his Quirk, which meant that his bones had thankfully been spared. You were quick to congratulate him as he made his way back to the stands, and he accepted your compliments all the while sporting a timid blush.

The second match was Shouto’s. He’d been pitted against Sero, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for the tape-user, on account of him having to face the strongest member in the class. Of course, it wasn’t as if Shouto's victory was guaranteed, and even though you’d been somewhat expecting for him to have an edge on his opponent… nothing could have prepared you for what was about to unfold.

It was total and utter destruction. In a matter of seconds, Shouto had released enough ice to encase nearly half the stadium. It just barely stopped before the spectators’ stands, and the chill in the air had shivers rippling down your spine.

That’s insane. He actually made something that huge…?

Poor Sero had been frozen solid, and while you felt bad for him, you really did, there was something in Shouto’s demeanor that concerned you as well. You’d just spoken to him not long enough, and it was clear that his expression was completely different. His eyes were blazing with quiet, subdued anger, such a striking contrast to his icy exterior. You watched as he began thawing the ice around Sero’s body, and for some reason, the scene before you was incredibly sad.

These were the thoughts weighing down on you as you prepared yourself for your own fight. It really wasn’t the time to be concerning yourself with others. As far as you knew, Shinsou had a power that could possibly rival your own, and you were still trying to figure out the best way to go about it. You nibbled at your bottom lip as you took your position in the underpass, awaiting Present Mic’s signal to re-enter the stadium.

“Alright, it’s time for the next match!”

Well, no use thinking too hard about it. Whatever happens, happens.

You walked over to your side of the arena, smiling at your opponent. You wondered if he remembered meeting you in the school cafeteria. The dark circles under his eyes were even more pronounced than you recalled from the last time you’d been face-to-face. Was he okay? You wanted to ask him if he was getting enough sleep, and you almost did, but then you remembered what Ojiro had said to you.

Answer anything he said, and you would fall victim to his Quirk.

I need to get the first word in. It might not work, but—

“[Last Name] [Name] versus Shinsou Hitoshi!” Present mic cried out. “And… START!”

“Must be nice in the hero course, huh?”

Ah, shit!

You were lucky you caught yourself and clamped a palm over your mouth, because you’d been just about to utter a few words on your own. It would’ve been cheating to try use your powers before the match began; you would’ve never wanted to resort to a cheap trick like that anyways, but now that he’d spoken, you had no idea what to do anymore. Even if you consciously activated your Quirk and issued a command, would it work now that he’d used his own? You might not even have a chance to make it through a full sentence before falling under his spell. Shit. You’d missed your window of opportunity, and now you were stuck.

“Uh…” You could hear Present Mic clearing his throat in confusion. “For some reason, neither competitor has moved an inch. Is this some sort of new tactic? Silent intimidation?”

Shinsou chuckled. “Yeah, I figured this would be the case. I knew one of them would go tattling to you about how my powers worked, but why are you just standing around there? You’re not going to try swinging at me?”

You pressed your lips into a line. It was way too risky to say anything, but then that meant that you’d have to somehow win this match without using your Quirk. You were sure the gods weren’t about to do you any more favors, and you’d rather win this by your own means regardless. Shinsou appeared to be moderately well-built, but it wasn’t as if you didn’t stand a chance against him physically. You were fast, and you knew how his powers worked. Maybe you could still win.

Without pausing to think twice, you lunged forward, rushing towards him. Shinsou grimaced and muttered a curse under his breath. You kicked at his legs, hoping to throw him off balance and knock him onto his back, but he caught you by the ankle and tried to fling you off-bounds instead. You stumbled backwards, managing to catch yourself before you fell.

“You’re seriously not gonna say anything?” Shinsou glared. “This entire match was pretty much decided from the start, it seems. Not like someone like me would ever stand a chance against a heroics student.”

It was clear that he was trying to provoke you, but you weren’t biting. You re-positioned yourself and lunged back towards him, this time managing to grapple him around his torso. Shinsou moved his arms and tried to smother them around your neck, placing you in a choke-hold. This was less than ideal; he was still bigger than you, and a lot stronger than he looked. To anyone else, it must’ve just looked like a simple brawl, but what they didn’t know was that your Quirk had been activated the whole time.

I’m touching him directly, and he still doesn’t feel anything from my powers? Shit. Maybe his Quirk makes him immune to mine… in that case, I’m screwed.

You struggled, starting to feel winded. Shinsou was pushing you further and further back towards the edge of the arena. Your heels were sliding against the terrain, desperate for some form of traction. He wasn’t showing even the slightest sign of being affected by your Quirk. Had you used it too much today? Did you pass some sort of threshold where it would no longer work?

Shinsou was bearing down on you, his teeth gritted. “Even guys like me… still want to win!”

Your knees began to buckle underneath you, but you used the shift in your body’s weight to spring back from the ground and headbutt the boy in the face. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain. You inhaled sharply and wrapped your arms around him, trying to hold his body still. He squirmed to push you off, but not before your lips managed to graze by his cheek.

“What the—?” Shinsou hobbled backwards, his violet eyes widening. His face began to turn red. “That’s a dirty trick, goddamn you!”

He grappled you by the shirt of your uniform. You were at a loss. You’d just kissed him, while channeling your Quirk, and besides some embarrassment, he wasn’t showing any signs of being affected. Were your powers really useless on him? You’d never had this happen before. It might’ve been because of his Quirk, or maybe he really felt nothing towards you to begin with. Shit. What to do, what to do…?

Your strength was leaving you. There was no chance of beating Shinsou in a purely physical fight; you weren’t strong enough, and you couldn’t win with your speed alone. You didn’t want to lose like this, not when Izuku had won his fight, and so many of your other classmates had cleared their own battles. Shinsou was forcing you back, inch by inch. You were already so close to being out-of-bounds. For a brief moment, your eyes flitted up towards the crowd, and you saw the vast spread of people watching. Watching you.

There’s so many of them… I could seriously die of embarrassment. Oh well. I have nothing left to lose at this point.

“Stop struggling already,” Shinsou grimaced. “Hurry up and lose, you’re already lucky enough to have gotten into—”

“Whoa, what?!”

Present Mic’s scream was the only thing you could hear echoing all around you. It seemed to drown out even the countless spectators all around. You felt static rushing down your spine, through your limbs, channeling your Quirk through every nerve. It sapped away at your energy, to the point that your eyelids were almost too heavy to hold up. It had to work. You were seriously putting all of your strength into this. After all, you were gripping onto Shinsou’s shoulders for dear life, your lips pressed right up against his own.

Shinsou jerked back from the kiss, blushing the most violent shade of red you’d ever seen. “You,” he croaked, gasping for breath, “I’m—what did you just—s-shit…”

His arms fell from your body and went limp by his sides. You could see his eyes spinning from the confusion, embarrassment, and the warmth of your kiss. His knees buckled underneath him, and he fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

The spectators began to howl, some enthusiastic, others at a genuine loss at to what had just happened. Midnight was staring at you uncertainly from the edge of the arena. Her eyes flickered down to the fallen boy before you, and she sliced her whip through the air.

“S-Shinsou is unconscious!” she declared. “Therefore… [Name] wins!”

The crowd was still going wild, but you paid them no heed. You exhaled tiredly, eyes reverting towards their normal state. It wasn’t often that you got flustered, but you could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks right now.

You’d just kissed someone on national TV. Great.

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↳ nights with toru by the lake were moments you'd treasure forever. but the feelings you shared that one night were genuine and true. the feelings, that were only for that one night. oikawa toru x fem reader wc: 985 note: it's july 20 for me already !! happy happy birthday toru<3

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"the fresh air always feels so nice here." he whispers beside you. you glance at him, attempting to figure out what was on his mind. because you knew damn well the fresh air wasn't what's bothering him.

the two of you were sitting on the patch of grass in front of your "getaway lake". anytime either of you need a break from the world, you'd find yourselves at that very lake. the place was secluded, with trees that towered high above, and vines wrapping around their trunks. you rarely see anyone else there. the only usual visitors being the old couple that passed by every thursday afternoon.

this wasn't the first time you two sat there together either. the first time was the evening after toru was subbed out for kageyama in a match back at middle school. toru leaned against the tree by the lake as you sat in front of him, listening to his non-stop rant. soon after, toru walked you home as it was beginning to get too late.

when toru found out your first boyfriend dumped you over text, he was furious. but instead of stomping over to the guy, he took you out for ice cream that afternoon. as you enjoyed your cold dessert, your head was on toru's shoulder as the sound of your sniffles were drowned out by him telling you about his day.

the night before your birthday, toru insisted on waiting by the lake until the clock strikes midnight. neither of you were allowed to stay out too late, though. you both know better than to piss off your mothers. even if it was your birthday the next day, you could never escape a scolding from your mom waiting at home.

"you know we can't do that, toru." you let out a breath of laughter.

"but come onnn, it's just this once!" he whined and you instantly gave him a knowing look. he sighed in defeat.

"fine." he grumbled. toru wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him as you made your way home.

tonight, you both found yourselves at the lake again. it was getting late, and you knew you had to get home. you'll see each other for school tomorrow anyway. but being here with toru was a different feeling than when you see him in the hallways of seijoh. or when he's just about to go on court for a match. hell, it's even better than when he stays the night at your house, insisting it was a necessary sleep over.

it was the place you called yours, after all. you stood up as you began to pat the dirt off your clothes.

"it's getting late, we should-" before you got to finish that thought, you were cut off by toru's voice.

"have I ever told you how much you mean to me?" he gazed at the lake as he spoke nonchalantly. you felt your heart beat faster in your chest. no. he doesn't think of you like that.

noticing your silence, he continued.

"I know I have iwa-chan, the other third years and the team, but..." he paused as he turned his head to look you in the eye.

"I couldn't thank you enough for staying by my side, y'know. you and I both know how stubborn I could get. I'm glad you could put up that." he chuckled as he turned back to look at the luminescent lake.

your heart was pounding by now. you and toru have been friends for years, and never was he this genuine with you. genuine in terms of his feelings, at least. you knew he wasn't the type to say things like that without any meaning or intention behind it too.

you've waited years to hear toru's genuine thoughts about you, as you knew the feelings you had for him all too well.

this is finally the day. you thought. you shook off the familiar feeling in your chest as you sat back down beside him. stifling a smile of excitement, you replied.

"what's gotten into you? since when were you all mushy and sappy?" as much as you wanted to face toru, you didn't want to be too obvious with your assumptions of where this was going. instead, you mimicked his actions, and faced the water.

"I don't know either." from your peripheral vision, you saw him glance at you.

"can I ask for a favor, though?" he finally turned to fully face you. ignoring the heat you felt on your cheeks, you faced him too.

"yeah, of course." he kept his gaze on you as his eyes softened, a gentle smile painted his lips.

"stay here with me. just for tonight. please?" you agreed in a heartbeat. still fully aware of how much trouble you'd be in back at home, you agreed to stay with toru that night.

his smile widened and he pulled you closer to him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around yours.

the next day, after your classes were finished, you made your way over to watch the volleyball team's practice as usual. the only difference today was your increased giddiness to see the team's captain, and the deeper feelings you have for him now.

you were holding a paper bag with milk bread neatly wrapped inside as you entered the gym. your smile dropped as you saw toru introducing the team to a girl. is that his jacket she's wearing?

your giddiness has completely faded away by now. you heard the word "girlfriend" leave his tongue as he wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulders. the same way he wrapped his arm around yours.

she smiled and looked up to meet his eye. he smiled right back at her, pulling her closer to him in a side hug. everything that happened last night really was just a one time thing after all.

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now alone in the garden, y/n got back to her work of picking new flowers for the rooms in the palace. she picked, and she picked, and she picked. it was a mindless repetitive action, and it allowed her mind to wander. 

her mind replayed one specific memory, a memory y/n tried not to think about. she didn't like that memory. it made her happy, it gave her too much hope.

she was 15 again. it had been a few weeks after her mother passed away, and y/n was still grieving, hard. she couldn't even remember the last time she had smiled or laughed or even just enjoyed the smallest things. all she felt was numb. 

y/n was alone in the garden, planting seedlings of flowers in a new patch of fresh, soft soil. the sky faded from a fiery orange to dark red as the sun set over the horizon. the chill of the evening breeze bit at y/n’s skin through her thin dress as she continued her work, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. nothing mattered anymore without her mother there with her. 

“hey, you’re going to catch a cold out here." a voice warned. 

y/n turned her head and met eyes with chan. even in informal clothing, chan still looked as handsome as ever. under the setting sun, his pale skin seemed to glow like the jewels in the king's crown. his black hair, although very unkempt, framed his face beautifully and looked dark red due to the color of the sky. even in her state of grief, just seeing chan brought color to her very dull world.

a ghost of a sad smile crossed y/n's face as she turned back to the ground in front of her. 

"it's just a breeze channie. you don't have to worry about me."

chan sighed at his best friend's stubbornness. he knew that she was going through a very sad time and he wanted to help. but y/n seemed to shut him out.

"i always worry about you y/n. you seem to cloud my mind every hour of the day."

y/n's breath caught in her throat. chan had this way with words that made her heart flutter no matter how she was feeling. she did not like it. nonetheless, she acted as if it didn't affect her.

"i doubt that that's true. i bet you forget about me with every princess you meet. i'm afraid i might lose you to them one day." she teased, but her heart sank slightly at the thought of it being true. y/n wished she was born into royalty sometimes. maybe then she would have an actual chance with the person she was in love with. and after losing her mother, she knew that she couldn't stand to lose chan either.

chan sighed again as he gently grabbed y/n's wrist, stopping her from planting the flowers. he pulled her up off the ground and turned her to face him.

"y/n, you're not going to lose me, ok? no matter how many girls i meet, you will always be my number one. i've known you the longest. you mean the most to me. no matter how chaotic my life gets or how many princesses i meet, you’ll always be at the top. i promise.”

even now y/n still didn’t know how chan knew to say those words, but at the time they were comforting for her. they made her feel happiness, warmth for the first time in weeks. but thinking about it now she knew that it was unrealistic for chan to try and keep that promise. he was going to be king soon, and it was very well known that royalty stayed with royalty. and sadly she couldn't change that.

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chan walked at an accelerated pace through the halls of the castle, while hyunjin brushed away any stray pieces of dirt or grass from the back of chan's robes. he really wished his time in the garden would have lasted longer. it was the first time in months, he had spent time with y/n. it felt nice to see her face, to hear her voice, to smile and laugh with her like they did when they were kids. 

"this is so unusual." chan mumbled. usually the rulers would come for their meeting and then return back to the comfort of their own kingdoms. why were they staying now?

"yeah I know but it seems that there is nothing you can do until you find out more." hyunjin reasoned as he wiped the last speck of dirt off of chan's robes.

the 2 of them now stood at the entrance of the dining hall. more commotion could be heard on the other side of the doors, more commotion meant more people. chan sighed at the thought of having to interact with people other than his family, for that morning's meeting had left him very socially drained. and if the rulers families were anything like them, this would be even more taxing on chan's will to live.

"well in you go, your highness." hyunjin said as he pushed open the doors of the dining hall. "enjoy your meal."

chan shot hyunjin an extremely annoyed look before masking it with a smile and entering the room. 

"ah there he is." chan's mother welcomed. "come and join us son."

chan sighed through his nostrils, holding onto whatever composure he had left, and made his way to the table in the very middle of the room. he took the empty seat between his father, and his younger brother, felix who looked just as unwilling to be there as chan felt.

on the right of felix sat king chinmae and his family. his wife looked sullen and detached, like all the light in life had been sucked away. that's what happens when your partner for life breaks your trust one too many times. chan thought. he felt bad for the woman and for their young sons, youngho & minhyung. he couldn't imagine what it must be like to see your own father disregard your mother as if she met nothing for someone he barely knew.

on the left of his mother sat king jinsang. he didn't have a family, well not a legitimate one anyway,so he sat by himself gorging on food as if he hadn't eaten in years. it was quite disturbing to watch actually. most of the people at the table made it a point to avert their eyes, out of sheer discomfort and slight disgust.

and at the very end of the table sat the dreaded king jiwoo, accompanied by his only daughter, inyeong. the last time chan had seen her was when he was 15 and she was 17. she still had the same harsh, sharp features similar to that of a marble statue. her black hair had grown quite long though. the black strands were curled in large, bouncy ringlets, framing her pale face and indifferent expression. she looked regal, however the sinister look behind her eyes didn't go unnoticed by chan. her eyes snapped up at him, and the intensity they held made chan's blood run cold. he'd seen the same look in her father's eyes countless times. 

inyeong never left her kingdom with her father unless she absolutely needed to, so why was she here? why were they all here? what was this?

"so," chan's father started. "as you all know my first son will assume his role as king soon. as the ruler of this kingdom he will need a woman to rule beside him."

everyone at the table murmured in agreement, while chan quirked an eyebrow in confusion. 

'why would my father bring this up now?' he thought.

"and at his age of 24 i think it's about time we continue this tradition. so with the blessing of me and king jiwoo, my son bang chan and his daughter hong inyeong will be married in 2 weeks time!"

chan's heart stopped. there was no way this could be happening. not with inyeong. chan's chest started to tighten as his eyes searched the table frantically, gauging the reactions of his table mates. to his surprise only he and felix seemed to be rocked by this news. even their mother seemed okay with this happening, and she wasn't really one for the royal traditions. 

and yet, she knew. they all knew, except for him. he didn't even have a fucking choice in the matter.

chan's ear and face grew a bright red as anger started to rise in him. he gripped the armrests of his chair with such force that wood whined under his hands. if he squeezed any harder the wood snap, just like he was about to.

"hyung are you ok? your knuckles are turning white." felix whispered. chan turned to his brother and cocked his head. 

"am i ok? am I ok?!" chan seethed. "of course I'm not okay! none of this shit is fucking ok!"

the other royals gasped at chan's outburst.

"chan, watch your mouth!" his father boomed.

"are you fucking kidding me?! I don't want this shit! I barely know inyeong and you want me to marry her for the sake of the kingdom! you didn't even fucking give me a choice, you decided for me!" he yelled. "but fuck my opinions when it comes to your beloved traditions right?"

chan threw his chair back from the table and stood in an instant. he stormed out of the dining hall and straight to his quarters without another word. he couldn't be in there anymore. he couldn't be around them anymore; it was all too much.

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Lmao not someone giving Chan a patch of grass bc he told stays to touch grass. As they should, I hope that stay has a good day.

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ok so basically. thw last few episodes i watched were . ok unrelated i really want apple juice rn so i need to get some tommorow . remind me of that.

ok anyways in mystreet s1 Dante(blue hair) and Nicole(red hair) were seeing each other but not dating. dante tried 'breaking up'(more like tell her he didnt like her romantically anymore) with nicole before their summer vacation. but when he tried to tell her, she basically misinterpreted everything he said about wanting to not see each other anymore. and then nicole told him that she loves him and he said that he loves her too because he didnt want to make her upset by saying he didnt want to be with her anymore, which kinda reinforced the dating thing to her. except for the fact they never said they were dating!!!! which is where the issues start to arise.

anyways dante in s2(what im on rn) goes and starts seeing Jenna(blonde) and they r really getting along and alls good and well. everyone likes her and his housemates/friends like her.

THEN NICOLE COMES BACK. she shows up because she got tickets from her parents to go to love~love paradise. and dante is like"oh shit" because at that point it's revealed that he never actually got to fully break up with her. he goes about an entire episode trying to keep them from seeing each other. which works for a little bit then she sees jenna kissing dantes cheek which pisses her off and makes her plan to make dante tell her on his own.

while this is happening theres some side plots where Garroth is trying to teach Kawaii~Chan how to Hula and not attack people in their grass skirts because shes a meif~wa(cat girl). except she claws up his legs like crazy and patches him up in the end and bakes him a cake as an apology :( <3.

the other side plot is that zane eats aphmaus last cupcake that she was saving and he feels bad for her and is like"if i get you a treat will that make you feel better?" and shes like "yeah :(... can i get a red balloon too?" and he says "youre pushing it young lady!!" and i just thought those two side plots were soooooo cute and helpped flesh out their dynamics more, because it's only around now that kawaii~chans dynamics with others and personality finally gets developed more outside of being a shippy love struck fangirl!!! which is so good!!!!!

ok anyways dante tells travis and arron and they both say "you better do this or else youll break both their hearts." with aarons added threat of telling aphmau on him. dante then takes nicole on a dinner date and is about to explain to her but gets cold feet and is where those screenshots of travis and garroth behind nicole come from :p

then jenna shows up and asks him whats going on and then he tells them both and is like "sorry i suck :/" and nicole runs away but jenna is like "ok this sucks and idk if i want you anymore but at least you have good intentions.." and she runs after nicole and tells her basically the same thing and asks if they can be friends and nicole says yes !! :D

okay thats all ill say because thats abt 3 episodes worth of story to give you and im tires or typing now ... take garroth and travis on a fake date as a treat for reading it all

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Dude he didn't actually fully break up with her... Dante when I catch you ? When I put your dumb looking self in the spine shatterer ?? Fuckin "SORRY I SUCK ://" WHAT THE FREAK MAN!! At least they're friends in the end :-) it had a happy ever after ^_^

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~New Friends??~ (7)

Lu Mei felt shocked beyond belief. "You're the...Emperor?...If you are the Emperor, then that means-"

"Sun Ce had passed, sadly." Sun Quan said regretfully before taking in a soft breath. "I am glad to see you again. If I may ask, what are you doing in the land of Wu?" Lu Mei was silent before she spoke up, her voice barely audible form where he stood, "Xia Pi castle was attacked...and my family was separated..." She looked up at Gan Ning, who gazed at her with clouded thoughts and an expressionless face. She brought her attention back to Sun Quan as she reported the events that were still fresh in her mind, "Lu Bu was killed, Diao Chan was captured, and Lu Ling Qi had fled." She looked down at her feet. "Before she was captured, Diao Chan told me to find you and join your army."

She remained looking down as hot tears fell from her eyes, hearing Sun Quan's voice speak up tenderly. "Mei..." She looked back up at him, despite the tears rolling down her cheeks; "You can stay, but you don't have to join the army if you want." She shook her head defiantly in reply; "No. I choose to join your army." Sun Quan remained silent, nodding to himself before he stepped forward to Lu Mei. "Come with me, I have something I need to show you."

"Wait! Why are you so nice to her?" Gan Ning asked as Sun Quan gazed at him with a calm, preserved look. "Because she is a friend, not an enemy. And like you needed before, she can use some guidance; So I'm assigning you to help her adjust to living in Wu."

Gan Ning fell silent and Lu Mei felt a stab of pity for him. She walked away, next to Sun Quan. They came shortly to a dimly lit room. Sun Quan opened the door and Lu Mei squinted her eyes to adjust to the dark as she stepped in. In the room, there was only one well-decorated box across from them. Sun Quan beckoned to her as he walked to the box. "Open it," He pressed gently; "Your father gave this to my father as a gift when we were younger." She hesitated for a moment before opening the box and gasped. It was her father's old spear; lined with beautiful red velvet fabric to keep it looking as new as before. She lifted it out from the box and held it gingerly in her hands, gazing at the various scratches in the handle. She remembered that day...

~~~~~~~~~~~~MEMORY~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lu Ling Qi played with her friends in one of the training areas while Lu Mei sat alone near a patch of flowers. Lu Mei traced the flower's shape with her finger idly while enjoying the ambience of laughter and the sound of the grass as it was stepped on by the playing children. The children then stopped and began screaming and yelling, running away from Lu Mei's direction as she stared to them in confusion. Lu Mei then cried out in fear as she was sharply grabbed by a soldier, noticing his familiar attire but also noting the violet hues and the unknown insignia he bore on his sleeve. This was not one of the soldiers she knew; the fear in her rising more.

She screamed but her mouth was quickly covered by his hand as he quickly moved. He dragged her beyond the borders of Xia Pi, throwing her onto the ground, and brought out a dagger as she stared at him with wide eyes. Before he could kill her, he was struck a heavy blow from an arrow and fell back, lying still against the ground. She ran as soon as the soldier fell and did not look back, tiny yet heavy pants escaping her as she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She felt so scared she couldn't stop, not even for air until she finally collapsed, falling onto her stomach. Heaving herself back up, she was ready to keep running for she wasn't going to risk facing anymore unknown soldiers.

"Hey! What are you doing in the forest?!" A tall man with tiger-like clothing and a helmet ran over to her. She cried out and shielded her little body with an arm, scrambling back before falling onto her rear, shivering with fear in her eyes. He calmly approached her, for she was terrified of him, and gently lifted her into his arms. She continued to shiver, scared of all the possible deaths that could await her, but her fear fell into confusion as the man rubbed her back gently and carried her away. Later on within the kingdom of Wu, she met Sun Ce and his younger brother, Sun Quan, the man's children. She heard the camp doors open to reveal her parents! She ran over to them, hysterically crying and apologizing before Diao Chan leaned down and scooped up her little girl, her own eyes hazed in relief that her daughter was alive and well. In thanks, Lu Bu gave the kind man his spear and set back home with his wife and youngest child.

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She traced over the golden dragon wrapped around the length of the spear and let her tears fall as she looked up, wondering what her father thinks of her now. Sun Quan gave a gentle smile and led her out of the room and was soon met by Xue, who had crept in through the entrance. "I see you have a companion. Though I am unsure it could blend in the landscape in battle." He spoke softly, gazing at Xue in thought before Lu Mei spoke up.

"Thank you. For everything. But is there anywhere I can sleep?" She looked at him hopefully. Sun Quan thought to himself before coming to a decision. He asked her to wait before he walked off briskly and returned with a very beautiful woman. She stared at the woman dressed in armor but somehow it still showed her skin....in many places. "Lady Bu, this is the young girl I spoke with you about. Lu Mei, this is my wife." Lady Bu walked up to her then circled around her, noting her looks and her figure. "She is very adorable; I don't think anyone can really see her as an enemy!" She laughed while Lu Mei bowed her head in embarrassment. "Everyone calls me Lady Bu, but you can call me Lian Shi! I'm sorry if what I said offended you." "Its fine, but I am happy to know Sun Quan had found his match." Lian Shi smiled while Sun Quan laughed, "Not completely my match; she has yet to beat me in battle." Lian Shi giggled softly, shaking her head in amusement before speaking again, "Lu Mei, I will be very happy to show you where you can live at. Come, we need to get you out of those blood-stained clothes." 

Almost an hour later Lu Mei walked out with a beautiful red outfit with her hair tucked into a bun. "Hm, isn't this too much? I want to take out the bun at least." Lian Shi frowned a little before she reluctantly took out the bun. Lu Mei sighed with some relief, clutching her father's old spear and followed Lian Shi, who beckoned for her to come with her. They walked together and came across a huge sandy area with two younger women fighting and a third girl watching. The two girls that were fighting looked almost like twins with the way they moved and struck each other, both smiling slightly as if this was some game to them while the third girl looked more like Sun Quan; just a lot younger. Lian Shi waved to them before gently placing a hand on Lu Mei's shoulder, "Hey Qiaos! Come say hi to Lu Mei!" The two girls stopped fighting and ran over to her, cooing at her outfit.

"Awww! She's so cute, I hope we can be your neighbors!" The youngest, Xiao Qiao, squealed as the older sibling, Da Qiao, gazed at her with disbelief. "Lady Bu, are you sure she is fit for battle?" Lu Mei felt her chance to show them and pounced on it, looking at them with a determined look in her eyes. "I know how to fight! Trust me! I can fight against anyone."

"Oh really? Well then, you can fight against me!" The red-haired girl stood up from where she was sitting and walked over, stopping before the group with a cocky smirk. "I am Sun Shang Xiang, and I take your claim at a challenge!" Lu Mei stared at her, mildly surprised at her name. 'So this is Sun Quan's sister! She must have been very young when I met her brothers!'

"Ok! I won't back down!" Lu Mei declared, smiling back at the other girl.

They faced each other on the training ground with Lian Shi in between them. "These are the rules: Nobody shall interfere from the outside of the fight, No weapons under any circumstances, and the fight will end if someone is getting hurt. Badly." She looked at the two while explaining. Lu Mei felt the atmosphere droop but kept her mind steady. 'Remember, don't ever, ever lose your guard' Lu Bu had told her when she had first fought against her sister, each moment of training leading to this fight, regardless of the lack of danger it held. She stared right at Sun Shang Xiang as they got into positions.

"Ready... FIGHT!" Lian Shi hollered as the two charged at each other. Shang Xiang stepped with her right foot forward and threw her left fist as Lu Mei dodged it. Lu Mei then dashed forward to elbow Shang Xiang's chest and caught her off guard, grabbing one of her arms and flinging her over her shoulder, just as her father taught her to do. But Shang Xiang was not done. She kicked out and hit Lu Mei square on her torso and caused her to skid back, clutching her stomach before recovering enough stamina to go brawl some more. The two kept fighting as many other soldiers and generals gathered around the arena. Gan Ning noticed the commotion and ran to witness the fight. As he saw the two continue fighting he noticed Lu Mei's expression being mildly pained and felt the urge to jump in, knowing Lu Mei was already injured but was held back by Lian Shi's arm. 

The two finally stopped and fell back, both breathing heavily. Lu Mei felt the stabbing pain again and looked at her side to see her wound opened up again, evident by the blood staining her new clothes. "Are you.... okay? We can.... take you.... to the...Medic." Shang Xiang spoke through heavy breaths, noticing Lu Mei's side bleeding. Lu Mei shook her head, "This fight... has to conclude." "No." Shang Xiang refused as she wobbled over and helped Lu Mei to her feet, "There will be no fight if you bleed out." Lu Mei reluctantly agreed and let Shang Xiang guide her to the medic- the crowd separated for the two as they walked over to the medic. 

The medic bandaged her side while mumbling curses at the two for fighting when one is already injured. After a bit the medic finally left, but not before giving Lu Mei strict orders about fighting. Once he was gone Sun Shang Xiang leaned towards her with an inquisitive expression, her eyes glancing at the bandaged wound. "So... care to explain how you got hurt?" Lu Mei felt she could trust her; she was Sun Quan's sister after all.

She finally told Shang Xiang all about what had happened, starting from when Xia Pi was attacked. Sun Shang Xiang's eyes widened throughout the story but in the end she was glad to know Lu Mei had great intentions for the kingdom of Wu. The two were interrupted by two people arguing, one was Gan Ning but the other....Lu Mei had no idea who he was. The two stopped arguing as the new man stepped in and smiled at the recovering woman.

"You were amazing out there! Even for someone your size, I think you could do great in battle!" He spoke, glaring at Gan Ning as the pirate pushed past him to lean against the edge of Lu Mei's bed, narrowing his eyes at her. "You should know better than to start fighting when you are injured!" Gan Ning growled but was cut off by Xue barging in and jumping on the bed by its owner's feet, surprising the newer man. "Is that your dog?" The man questioned. Lu Mei nodded; "He is, but I have to ask, who are you??"

The man straightened his composure, "My name is Ling Tong, a general of Wu. I have been around for quite a while and I must say, fighting while bleeding like that was pretty bold. Either way, how in the world did you manage to tame the brute?" He gestured to Gan Ning with his thumb, causing the pirate to frown, quite offended by the given nickname. "HEY! You should know better than to mess with-"

"Enough!", Shang Xiang interrupted him while rubbing her temple, "Don't you two have better things to do than to mess with her?" She glared at the two men, who looked embarrassed before walking out while muttering curses at each other. Sun Shang Xiang laughed as they left and looked back at Lu Mei, "I think Gan Ning's got some competition." She jeered. Lu Mei gave her such a flustered look it sent Shang Xiang into hysterics. "You know, I could do with another friend." She smiled at Lu Mei while wiping a tear from her eye. "I think I would too." Lu Mei spoke softly as she laid down and thought about the people she met with today, her mind trailing off as she was beginning to sink into sleep. 'I think I could do with many, many more friends...'

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Shōsetsu InuYasha:

Translation By: Patches

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Chapter 11: Soul Transfer 1 When Sakasagami no Yura had struck her with that inferno, Kagome was so terrified that she couldn’t move.  All she could do was crouch on the ground, wrap the cloak that Inuyasha had lent her around herself, and curl in on herself while she tried to withstand the heat of the flames. (Am I finally going to die now?  I’ll never see Mama, Jii-chan, or Souta again…)  But after a few dozen seconds had passed, Kagome began to think it strange.  The flames were burning brightly around her, but Kagome had no sensation of her body being burned.

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Inuyasha’s clothing was like some sort of ultra-high performance fireproof outfit. She wondered how much time had passed.  When the flames subsided and she tentatively peeked her head out from other the cloak, Kagome realized that Inuyasha’s cloak really had protected her.  The ground around her had changed color due to being burned at a high temperature, and there was no trace of any of the grass and trees that had been growing there, yet Kagome herself was unharmed.  Not even a single burn.  Thanks to Inuyasha’s fire rat cloak…! (Inuyasha… That’s right, what happened to Inuyasha?!)  When Kagome looked out into the valley, she was appalled at what she saw.  Yura’s nest had fallen to pieces, with skull-laden bundles of hair streaming out in all directions.  In the midst of this, she could see even at this distance that Inuyasha had been injured.  Yura had him cornered and was taunting him. (I want to go and help him!) she thought, but all her ideas felt futile.  (But… if there is something I can do, I want to help Inuyasha!) Something that Kagome could do.  That would be shooting arrows, and seeing things that other people couldn’t see.  In this situation, there had to be some way to make use of that, right…?

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At that moment, there was a glimmer of light at the edge of her vision.  “…?!"  When she looked again, one of the skulls atop Yura’s nest was glowing. (The main line of the hair that Yura controls… The light looks the same…)  She tried staring at it harder.  The light became steadily clearer.  Ah… it wasn’t the skull that was glowing.  She was able to see that there was something glowing inside of it. (Here I go.)  Kagome resolved herself.  The place where the glowing thing was was awfully high up.  On top of that, the only way up would be to climb the skull-laden bundles of hair.  She was scared just imagining it.  Her legs were frozen.   Even so, she’d still thought to herself, ‘here I go’.  Right now, this was all she could do.  She couldn’t stand forcing Inuyasha to have to face hardship all by himself.

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2 (Why?!  She should have been burned to death by my “Onibigushi”, so why is that woman unharmed?!)  Yura was confused.  Regardless of how much spiritual power she had, she wasn’t an oni or a powerful youkai.  She was just an ordinary human, so why?!  Even so, right now that woman was currently making her way up the hair on Yura’s nest.  Why? Could she have seen it?  No, that wasn’t possible.  Even so, she had to stop her.  Right now. “Die!"  Using her red comb, Yura broke off a piece from a nearby bundle of hair.  The bundles of hair the woman was clinging to undulated, and she let out a terrified shriek. (All right, I’ll make you fall with the next one).  When Yura attempted to dissipate the bundle of hair again, "What’re you doing looking away from me?!”

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Inuyasha suddenly came and slashed her across the back.  Not wanting to miss the opportunitiy, he’d drawn out Benigasumi, which had been lodged in his hand.  How dare a mere hanyou use her precious Benigasumi! With a darkly swelling anger, she shouted, “You be quiet!"  Yura manipulated her hair and flung Inuyasha against the rocks.  Naturally she retrieved Benigasumi right away.  "Hmph.” Thanks to having delivered a powerful blow, Inuyasha gained a fearless smile.  “Cutting or stabbing you does no good, but now you’re strangely in a hurry.  Is there something bad where that woman’s going?” Bingo.  But she wouldn’t let him see her distress.  She’d deal with the hanyou later, but she had to kill the woman first.  That’s what Yura had decided.

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3 The bundles of hair from Yura’s nest were frighteningly difficult to climb.  The surface was oddly slippery, and trembled and swayed each time Kagome applied her weight.  Not to mention there were skulls strewn about.  There was a pungent stench that was a mixture of blood, dirt, and rotting flesh… Thorough all that, Kagome continued to climb while encouraging herself.  (All right, just a little further to the glowing skull…) When she thought that, suddenly one of the strands of hair began swaying completely differently from before.  Violently, as if trying to throw Kagome off.  “Eek!"  She desperately clung to the bundle of hair, and somehow managed not to fall.  Her chest was pounding, and it felt like all the blood had drained from her body. (Has Yura discovered me?!)  When she turned around, she saw both Yura and Inuyasha looking her way, talking about something.

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“Inuyasha!!” Kagome called to him in a loud voice, pointing up towards the glowing skull.  “That skull… there’s something in that skull!!” “Tch!"  Yura clicked her tongue and leapt into the air. "Wait, Yura!  You’re not getting away!"  Inuyasha ripped apart the bundles of hair binding him with his strength alone, and lept high in the air after her. (I’ve gotta hurry and get to that skull.)  Kagome desperately tried to clamber up the hair, but she wasn’t able to.  Yura had leapt to the nest above Kagome, and shouted, "Kushi no Ori!(1)” and lifted her left hand high above her head.  Following the movement of Yura’s hand, all of the bundles of hair began to move.  They seemed to be haphazardly going this way and that, but they lifted up all at once, stretching high into the air.  Almost like they were coming together to form some kind of warped Christmas tree. (1) “Comb Cage”, but like with “Kushi no Kago”, is written as “Hair Cage”.

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It was decorated with skulls in place of a star, bells, and tinsel, so it was a rather creepy tree. The writhing, growing bundles of hair wrapped around Inuyasha’s body as he charged at Yura, dragging him inside.  Kagome was also dragged inside the writhing bundle of hair against her will.  “….!” The inside of Yura’s nest-turned-tree was hollow.  The long, overlapping hairs wiggled with a light rustle.  The scent of blood, dirt, and decay was even stronger here.  It felt like being in the belly of a beast. The hair that Kagome was just barely clining to gave a large jolt, and Kagome’s hand began to slip, threatening to drop her.  “Ugh!"  She frantically stretched out her hand, trying to grab onto the hair.  Her right hand touched something solid, so she grabbed onto that. Thank goodness, she thought… but when she looked up, Kagome saw that she’d stuck her fingers in the eye socket of a skull.  "Eeeew!  I touched it!”  

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She instinctively shuddered. “If you don’t like it, then let it go."  Yura came rushing from above her at a violent speed.  "You’ll be in the same state soon enough!"  Yura threw her sword at Kagome with a whizz. ”…!“  It was impossible to dodge.  It landed a direct hit on Kagome’s right upper arm.  Kagome cried out as an indescribable pain and shock ran through her.  (My arm….!)  Her arm had been cut off!  Ahh, my arm!  My arm! "Yes!"  Yura’s voice faded into the distance as Kagome fell.  Down, down, down, into the cavern within the tree made over multitudes of overlapping hairs. But her fall suddenly halted.  It was Yura.  The hairs she was manipulating wrapped around Kagome’s arms and lifted her up. ”…?!“  Before she realized it, Yura’s questioning face was in front of her.

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“Just what are you?  Why aren’t you injured?” “Huh?"  When she was told this, she looked with a gasp and saw that her right arm was not cut.  It was still stuck to her shoulder just as it always had been ever since she was born. (I’m not cut…?)  It still hurt, though.  But it wasn’t pain from a cut, it was pain from being struck by the sword.  She’d probably be nursing a big blue bruise there in a while.   (Is it thanks to this cloak that I wasn’t cut?)  Kagome examined the crimson cloak wrapped snugly around her.  Inuyasha had said that it was stronger than basic armor.  Just like back in the flames, she was sure that it was this cloak that had protected her this time as well. "It’s strange.  Your body is that of a mere human as far as I can see…"  Yura, not knowing about the power of the cloak, observed Kagome with a tilted head.  But, it seemed that she felt it was useless to just think about it.  "If the sword won’t work, let’s see if this will!” Shuun!  Yura moved the fingers of her left hand, and a strand of hair wrapped around Kagome’s neck.  It was very thin, but also a ridiculously strong hair.  It was the same hair that had taken those soldier’s heads, arms, and legs in a single instant.

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The hair that had killed those sparrows in flight.  That was the hair that was currently around Kagome’s neck.  Yura tightened the hair.  A sharp pain ran through her neck as blood began to spurt out. (She’s gonna kill me!  No!  I don’t want to die!  No… no… Help me!!) “Hijin Kessou!!” Inuyasha’s voice came suddenly.  Crescent-shaped blades made of blood came flying in with a roar, cutting off Yura’s left arm at the elbow.  At the same time, the hair broke away from Kagome’s neck. “Impossible!"  Yura’s eyes went wide, unable to believe what happened.   When Kagome looked up, she could see Inuyasha’s figure from between the overlapping bundles of hair.  "Inuyasha…"  When Kagome called out to him, her voice was small and hoarse.   She… made it out alive.  When she thought that, her body’s strength was sapped, and felt like her energy had gone somewhere far away. "Don’t pass out!  I’m not gonna look after you!”

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Inuyasha leapt down and firmly grabbed Kagome’s hand.  Contrary to his blunt words, his hand wrapped around Kagome’s firmly and warmly. (Inuyasha’s hand… is so warm…)  It wasn’t just her hand, but like he’d wrapped her fearfully trembling heart in warmth.  Kagome put all her strength into her own hand, gripping Inuyasha’s hand back firmly. Rumble rumble.  Something that sounded like a seismic roar reverberated, and Yura’s nest began to sway. “Wh, what is it?!” “Yura’s nest is collapsing!"  The overlapping bundles of hair trembled, and the skulls chattered their teeth as the nest suddenly began to collapse.  Caught in the middle of it, Kagome and Inuyasha fell as well.  All while firmly holding each other’s hands… "Heh, looks like with both her arms gone, she can’t hold up the hair anymore,” Inuyasha said while falling.  

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“She was stubborn, but this is it for her.” But it wasn’t over yet.  Benigasumi came flying through the air with a whizz, stabbing into the pit of Inuyasha’s stomach.  Firmly gripping the handle was Yura’s severed right hand.  Another spurt of blood erupted from Inuyasha’s already blood-stained white kimono. 4 The two of them hit the ground along with the skulls.  “Dammit!"  Inuyasha made his annoyance clear as he got up.  Right next to him, the woman who had fallen with him appeared to be looking around searching for something while her face was marred with the pain from the fall.   There was nothing but skulls surrounding them.  The skulls with which Yura had formed her nest.  The pitiful people whom Yura had killed… "Where are you, Yura!” Inuyasha yelled angrily.

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“You’re a fool, Inuyasha,” Yura’s voice came in return. “….!"  When he looked, he saw Yura standing atop a mountain of densely-packed skulls. "You thought I couldn’t do anything with my arms cut off?"  Benigasumi withdrew itself from Inuyasha’s stomach and floated next to a smugly smiling Yura, awaiting its next order. Inuyasha couldn’t believe it.  (Both arms are cut off, there’s a hole in her chest…  With so much damage she can still control the hair?  And she’s still alive?!) As if to answer his question, Yura said, "I’m immortal!"  Triumphantly, Yura thrust Benigasumi at Inuyasha again.  The cold blade shone in the moonlight, and the oni sword steadily approached him. However, suddenly, the sword stopped in the air.  ”…?!“

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Yura looked like she’d received a severe shock, her eyes wide and her body rigid. (What happened…?!)  Looking around, he noticed that the woman wearing the fire rat cloak was holding one of the skulls.  With a serious expression, she was trying to stab an arrow into it.  (Did she find that skull she mentioned before?!) “The hairs coming out of this skull are attached to Yura’s hands!"  Whether she was talking to Inuyasha or herself, she continued to intently stab the arrowhead into the skull.  With a crack, a small crack appeared in the skull’s crown. "Ugh!"  Yura let out a muffled groan.  Yura’s previous triumphant expression now gave way to intense anger.  "I’ll kill that woman!"  She recalled Benigasumi from where it hung in the air pointed at Inuyasha.  Now she flew straight at the woman. "Look out!"  The woman was too absorbed with stabbing the arrow to notice.

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Benigasumi’s sharp, cold blade was headed straight for her head. Right then, the arrow completely pierced the skull.  The skull split in two with a loud shatter.  Inside the skull was a comb.  The tiny comb was a transparent white, likely made of bone. “A comb!!"  Inuyasha’s eyes widened.  The arrow had split that comb in half. Paaaaan…!  At that moment, a dim light burst out.  A gasp came from Yura’s throat.  The oni woman who had boasted of being immortal was floating in the air stiff and wide-eyed. And then… Benigasumi fell to the ground with a clatter.  Like a candle going out, Yura’s figure vanished.  All that was left was her black leather kimono and red ribbon flapping in the wind.

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5 Kagome sat in dazed disbelief for quite a while.  The terrifying oni woman was no more.  She was gone for good. “That damned Yura… she transferred her soul into that comb,” Inuyasha said.  “That’s why no matter how much I cut or stabbed her, it didn’t do anything.” “Inuyasha!"  Kagome returned to her senses and came running to Inuyasha.  "Inuyasha, you’re… horribly injured."  Inuyasha’s white kimono was completely red.  She wondered just how many cut’s he’d received.  She hadn’t realized it was this bad until now.  "It’s all because you lent me your robe…"  Inuyasha had to have known that back when he lent her his fire rat cloak back at the well shrine.  Giving away his cloak meant that he would get injured.

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He knew that, and yet Inuyasha had turned over his cloak to Kagome.  He’d been concerned for her safety. “Thank you for this…"  Kagome gently took off the fire rat cloak and returned it to Inuyasha. "Yeah."  Inuyasha was as blunt as ever. "Hey… we need to get you patched up.” “This is nothing.  More importantly, where’s the Shikon no Tama?!” “Oh…"  Kagome spotted it next to Yura’s kimono.  She knew its light by now.  "Got it."  She retrieved the charm bag from between the kimono and sash.  From within it, she held the tiny shard in the palm of her hand. (Collecting the rest of them… I wonder just how many there are…)  Just a little earlier, it had felt hopeless.  A bit overwhelming.  (But I think we’ll be okay) Kagome thought.

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(If I’m with Inuyasha, I’ll be okay.)  She had no basis for that, but that’s what Kagome thought.  She remembered when they were bounding across forests and fields chasing after Shibugarasu while she rode on Inuyasha’s back.  That she was oddly unafraid. (Back then, I thought it was because I was desperate.  But that probably wasn’t the case…)  She wasn’t afraid because she was with Inuyasha.  That had to be it… Lost in her thoughts, she turned around with a gasp when she heard Inuyasha say, “Let’s go, Kagome.” “Eh…?"  She looked at him blankly while Inuyasha scowled awkwardly. "What?” “You called me Kagome…  It’s the first time you’ve said my name…” “So what?"  Inuyasha scowled further. "Don’t you think that means we’re getting along better?”

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When Kagome leaned in to examine his face, Inuyasha turned his head to look away in a huff. “Keh.  Don’t get too excited.  Who’d get along with a stupid woman like you?"  Even though his words were harsh, this time she was able to smile when she heard them. "What?  We’re safe because of me!"  Kagome gave him a slap on the back, and Inuyasha’s face contorted with a gasp as he fell over onto the ground.  "Wait, what’s this about?!  If it hurts, you need to tell me!” “Shaddup."  Kagome looked on in amazement at Inuyasha’s unrelenting stubbornness. Can’t be helped.  He really was violent, selfish, mean, quick to anger, and refused to listen to others.  "But we’ll be okay,” she whispered to herself, smiling.  And things would be okay.  As long as she was with Inuyasha. END

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SECRET SECRET - BANG CHAN (1 - It's Spring But Not Love)

mdni. unedited

synopsis: seeing your unrequited first love was never on the list of things you have planned as you attended your high school friend's wedding. you and chris went a long way back during elementary, you never expected your beloved friend from high school to have befriended him during college. it's been 12 years since you have last seen each other and both of you have changed; things have changed. seeing him now also feels different, in a good way at least.

warnings: cursing and mentions of alcohol.

word count: 2152

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Rays of sunlight seeped through the trees as the sun started it's descent back to sleep. On the other hand, cherry blossoms were blooming and the garden was bustling with life; guests were being seated as they caught up with life and were telling stories about the groom and bride, while the said groom and bride's entourage were being assisted by the event coordinators to their places to walk down the aisle.

You held your phone to your left ear as you tried not to stumble walking on the soft patch of grass with your high wedges. You spot where your high school friends were seated and waved, walking towards them as you did.

“I swear to god, Y/N. If I don't see you here in the next hour, I'm going to cancel the wedding.”

You rolled your eyes at Minho's nagging voice over the phone. It wasn't new for you to hear the man's dramatic ass, this was just mild in your book of memories.

“Calm down, I'm already here. I'm not even part of the entourage walking down the aisle, Min.” You replied as you took a seat, “Besides, you love Erin too much to even cancel out. She'll smack you even if you tried.”

“It's not my fault that they decided to let Erin pick the bridesmaids and maid of honor while they gave me the groomsmen and best man.” You can feel the man was actually nervous just from his voice; he was probably bouncing in his holding room at the moment, trying to shake off his nerves.

“Hey! Jihyo is still on her way— Is that Minho?” Mina, who was seated at your right, asked you, you only nodded at her. She shook her head, chuckling.

“He's already getting married and he's still like how he was back in high school. You'd think Erin would've tamed him down a bit.” Seungmin added, he was seated on your left.

“She did tame him a bit, but no one could really stop him.” Felix said from beside Seungmin, purposefully making his voice a bit louder so that the latter on the phone could hear him.

“Tell those three that I heard them, I'm so glad I chose Jungkook and Mingyu as my groomsmen.” Minho said smugly.

The two men who were seated beside each other just huffed and Mina just rolled her eyes when she heard him.

“Anyways, go get ready. We're literally just here, the wedding's going to go smoothly. Don't worry.” You reassured him before the both of you came to an agreement and dropped the call.

The three that you were seated with started to converse with each other as you looked around.

It really did feel weird having to attend Minho's wedding, not in a bad way. You've known Minho ever since you guys were in your sophomore year in High School. It was you, him, Seungmin, Felix, Jungkook, Mingyu, Mina, Ryujin, Jihyo, and Somi. You were each other's back and bone despite the 2-3 year age difference with some of you. You've seen each other's ups and downs. It's no surprise that all of you have seen developments in your relationships, and achievements.

Besides seeing your friends, a bunch of your high school batchmates were here too. The last time you saw some of them was during Minho's 20th birthday party. Some got drunk and vomited on your arm, and you had to babysit half of them for the rest of the night. After a few years, you finally got to see them again at his wedding.

After observing your surroundings, you finally fell into your friends' conversation until the wedding started.

The sun has already set and Minho and Erin are now officially married.

Ryujin and Somi walked down the aisle with Mingyu and Jungkook, since they were part of the bridesmaids. Your two friends became friends with the bride during College and were the reason why Minho and Erin got together in the first place.

Minho cried when he saw Erin walk down the aisle, sun setting behind her back, its rays acting as a shining veil surrounding her presence. You would've cried too if you were in Minho's shoes. The both of them became even more emotional when they started reciting the vows they made themselves.

You and your group of friends let a few tears slip out during the wedding ceremony and the photo sessions, but of course, no one's telling Minho.

You're finally in the reception area, seated with your friends. The place wasn't that far from where the garden wedding was held. It was a huge open tent canopy out in the garden decorated with fairylights, decorative plants, and foliage.

Your table was near the bride and groom's family. It was decorated with fake vine pieces, leaves, and real cherry blossom petals. A few candles were placed in the middle, their lights flickering in the soft breeze that was passing through the area.

A cough coming from the speakers caught everyone's attention, pausing the laughter and conversations around the venue. Erin's older brother stood in the middle of the dance floor with a grin plastered on his face.

“Good evening, everyone! Most of you probably know me as Erin's brother, Eric. I'm here today as your host. Before anything, I ask our precious guests to please stand up to welcome the bride and groom with their entourage!”

Everyone stood up, dance music played in the background as you watched some of your friends enter from the flower arch entrance. Ryujin, Somi, Jungkook, and Mingyu made everyone laugh as they twerked as a group to Shut Up and Dance With Me in the middle of the dance floor when they entered.

Your eyes squint at the pair entering after your friends, the woman was one of Erin's cousins, Jamie. The man she was partnered up with looked familiar to you, if it weren't for the strobing lights and your friends asking you to take pictures of them and you as a group, you would've known who he was... You think. Something about the man's stature was familiar to you.

The entourage's entrance finished and it was time for the bride and groom. The newlyweds entered hand-in-hand. Erin changed to a more fitting silk white dress that hugged her body beautifully, and allowed her freer movement than her actual wedding dress. Minho still sported his black suit, but his hair was now slicked back; he looked neater too.

Wide grins were etched on their faces as they entered the dance floor. Eric finally introduced them, and nothing but love and happiness was radiating throughout the venue as all of you watched the couple.

Everyone was now finally seated, including the newly weds and their entourage. Some of the entourage were seated on the table beside yours, them being Jamie and her partner; the four closest to you hurriedly went to your table and got seated right after their grand entrance, finally able to catch up with everyone.

The reception continued with the small games for the couple and their guests. You and your friends still couldn't stop teasing Minho from your table. He could obviously see where you guys were; all your group received from him was an eyeroll and a scoff. It didn't go unnoticed by the table beside yours, earning a few chuckles from them.

It finally came time for the toast. Eric asked everyone to stand up to give a huge toast to the lovely couple. You held the champagne flute in your right hand, lifting it and taking a sip from it afterwards.

You finally got to see a glimpse of Jamie's partner as he clinked glasses with Felix who was seated beside you.

Eyes slightly widening as your chest tightened seeing the familiar smile on the man's face, finally getting your resolution as to why this man radiated this sense of familiarity. Your fingers slowly grip the glass' stem as your breathing becomes heavier.

Ryujin, who was seated on your other side, seemed to notice this. As she spoke up to ask if you were okay, you respond with a nod and a nervous smile. She was not at all convinced, but decided to just let you be, knowing you'd tell her about it at some point in the night.

The man you were looking at filled your head with memories from your childhood you thought you have forgotten. Could it really be him? The last time you saw him was during your middle school graduation. You remember the look of pity he had as he rejected the white rose you were planning on giving him as a congratulatory gift, you ran away from him before he could say anything more.

You were somewhat nervous about this. I guess it IS a small world, but what were the odds that he was here?

“Chris?” You call out, unsure. A small voice inside your head was hoping that it was him.

More memories with the man flooded your mind, and you can't help but cringe at how stupidly you expressed what you felt towards him.

He finally turns around, head tilting in confusion as he hears his name, that is, until his eyes meet yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your chest tightens once again as he locks eyes with you, a grin slowly forming.

There he is, Christopher Bahng. Your unrequited first love that never looked your way. His grey suit hugging his build and hair slicked back neatly with new piercings adorning his ear.

He's changed.

He's grown.

And yet, he's still beautiful.

His jaw and cheekbones were more defined. His dimples were deeper. His smile still had that boyish charm that would sweep any person off of their feet, but it was manlier, more confident.

His eyes were the same, but brighter, the sides crinkling as he smiled at you.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Your friends seemed to have noticed the interaction, and trained their eyes on both of you.

You nod at Chris, making him smile even wider, placing his champagne flute back on his table. He takes a few steps towards you, shimmying through the chairs and excusing himself from Felix (which the boy didn't mind, as he found this reunion amusing).

He opens his arms a bit for a hug, which you nervously accept. You close your eyes, inhaling slowly before patting his back and pulling away from him. You hoped he didn't feel the pounding of your heart in your chest.

Chris was surprised.

He was just making acquaintances with the man beside him before he heard someone calling his name, seeing you.

The long black hair he remembered you sporting back in middle school was long gone, and was now replaced by a textured pixie cut that framed your face. You've also dyed it lighter. Your dress was flowing beautifully and it emphasized your frame.

He also noticed you were wearing high wedges. He chuckled, remembering that you hated heels or anything high when you were younger.

When he hugged you, he got a good look at your face. Your features were more defined, but your eyes were still the same and familiar to him.

Your round bright eyes looked back at him in shock as he gave you a smile, “Hey, how have you been? It's been a while, yeah?”

“Definitely. It's been what, 11? 12 years?”

He pulls his chair near yours, as everyone takes their seats, waiting for food to be served.

“I haven't seen you in so long! You just missed the middle school reunion just a week ago. Remember Hyunjin?” He asks, your friends still watching; they dove back into their own conversations a little while later.

How could you not remember Hyunjin? The man always stayed at your place for weeks. You were closest with him until you lost contact when you had to move schools.

“I barely had contact with anyone when high school came, Chris. Besides, you guys were always together. I'm not surprised that you stayed close.”

“Well, change is inevitable, but there are some things that stay the same.”

You took a glance at him, and you can't deny it; he's right.

“I'm surprised you still remember me.” You say jokingly, earning a scoff from Chris.

“Of course, I'm too smart to ever forget you.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Still cocky as ever, huh?”

He winks at you in a joking manner. You brush it off and ignore the heat that was creeping up your cheeks. Before he could even say anything, the food was served.

“We'll continue this conversation later,” he tells you, before turning back to his table and focusing his attention to the food.

You turn back to your table and are greeted by a bunch of looks from your friends.

“Spill.” Jihyo says, arms crossed, and a teasing smile etched on her face.

Dinner ended and so did your whole backstory about you and Chris. Of course, your friends didn't let you hear the end of it, poking jokes at you when they had the chance to do so.

“See, Y/N? Fate really does hate you. Look at the irony of you meeting your first love, who rejected you, by the way... In a wedding.” Jungkook teased, you rolled your eyes and threw one of the grapes from the table at him. The group laughed as it hit him straight on his nose.

“Lower your voice, will you? He's literally just at the table beside us.” You said, glancing at your back.

Chris was crouched down to one of the flower girls who was seated at their table. She was showing him how to make crane origami with the paper on their table. You watched as his smile grew when making one with her. You couldn't help but smile too.

“Are you trying to make him melt?”

You turned back to your table to see your friends back in their own little conversations. But Felix, on the other hand, was smirking while looking at you.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You literally zoned out for 17 seconds just looking at him.” He responded, taking a sip from his wine glass.

You shook your head at him, taking a sip from your glass too. “I was looking at the cranes. I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Sure, and denial is a river in Egypt.”

Felix gave you a knowing look. You've been friends with him ever since freshman year in high school. He knows you like the back of his hand. Even during college, the both of you still stuck together; going to the same college and both majoring in production design. He's seen the drama and relationships you've had.

“Look, Lix. Nothing even happened between Chris and I back in middle school. At most, I had a crush on him—”

“A crush on him?”

“Yes—”

“The way you look and talk about him doesn't make it look like it was just a crush.” Felix chuckled, finding it amusing how you tried to reply but only sputtered out words trying to reason out your actions.

“Fine. Whatever happened, happened. Go on now, the guy has been waiting to talk to you.” He said, after your rambling.

You looked at him confused.

“I didn't tell you anything, but he's been glancing at you throughout our whole conversation.”

You turned your head to look at the direction Felix was pointing at, and he was right. You caught Chris glancing at your direction. By the way he sheepishly smiled at you and waved, you knew he wasn't supposed to get caught.

Felix snickered, rolling his eyes at the cheesy sight. He suddenly gave you a little nudge, urging you to go talk to him.

Before you say anything to Felix, Eric's voice rang from the speakers. “Enjoy the night while it's young! The bar is now open and so is the dance floor! Have a good one everyone!”

To be fair, you did have the urge to talk to him. You just feel like you don't really have anything to talk about with Chris. It's not like you were that close back then. He was simply a classmate that you were with ever since 1st Grade. The both of you were always in the same class but were never in the same friend groups, but you did have mutual friends.

You chugged down the champagne in your hand before placing the empty flute back on your table. You looked at Felix and the wine in his hand; he only looked at you confused.

“What are you planning on— Hey! That's mine!”

Before Felix could say anything more, you snatched the glass from his hand and chugged its contents.

“You know, alcohol isn't going to help you at all.” He said.

You turned your back at him, “Watch me.”

You walked towards Chris, who was waiting for his turn at the bar.

Chris was waiting to get his hands on the caramel beer that Minho was bragging about. He was planning on letting loose tonight. He just graduated university and he hasn't really celebrated properly with Minho; the man was busy planning his wedding.

Feeling a presence beside him, he looks beside him and sees you standing there. You were smiling at him and he couldn't help but break into one too.

“You here for the famous beer?” You asked him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Well, how did you know?”

“We always have this when we meet-up. He ordered a bunch of kegs from the bar we go to, just for tonight.”

Chris nodded in understanding. He's curious as to how you and Minho knew each other. He didn't really think that he'd see you here.

When he noticed that no one was really ordering anymore, he leaned on the counter, getting ready to order. Before he could say anything though, you knocked on the countertop and the guy behind the bar turned his attention to you.

“Two caramel beers, please.” You said, the guy smiled at you and nodded. A few seconds later, he gave you two pint glasses of what you ordered. You turned to Chris and gave one to him.

“So, did you really want to talk to me or did you really just come up to me to take my place in line?” He asked you, a teasing tone etched in his question. He took the glass from you and led you to a spacious area near the bar to prevent the both of you from holding the line.

“Just wanted the beer, that's all.” You said jokingly.

Chris held out his drink for you and you clinked glasses with him. You drink some of it faster than you expected. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since you chugged down two glasses of wine.

“I didn't know you're that kind of person now Miss Y/N.”

A small smirk formed on your face before you chuckled, “Mr. Christopher Bahng, I'll let you know that a lot has changed the past twelve years.”

a/n: sorry it took a while for me to post the first chapter. my friends and my boyfriend have been getting me out of bed and are pushing me to go outside more. it's also finals week in my college and i'm barely done with my academic requirements because i've been writing fanfics and making music that has nothing to do with my subjects. :D anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! thank you for taking time to read my story/stories <3 i always appreciate the likes, feedback, and reblogs! taglist is open and my requests are selective at the moment, but feel free to talk to me or chat me <33