#irene drabble

[seullovesme]

fevers and flowers w/ bae irene

i love irene, my cutie patootie pie☹️☹️☹️

pairing ⥬ irene x sick!reader

request ⥬ IRENE AND SICK GF READER DRABBLE PLEEK 😭

easy - mac ayres

irene made it a tradition to bring you at least one flower every time she visited, and she really stuck to it. she could only come so often with her busy schedule, so you made sure to take the best care of each precious flower so that she could come to a colorful arrangement filled with her gifts.

typing in your passcode into the lock, she entered the house as quiet as possible, hoping to surprise you. she immediately dashed to your flower vase with a big grin, excited to see her "pretty babies", as she liked to call them.

but to her own surprise, they were looking quite limp and dull. she frowned, knowing you would never let them reach a state like this. irene switched out the water and tried her best to care for them, saddened by their appearance. they seemed sad too.

once she was finished, irene did not pause before going to find you. pushing open your room door, she realized why the flowers were so down. their mother was sick!

you groaned as the light from the hall shined into your room, the brightness hurting your head like crazy. irene furrow her brows and climbed onto your bed, sitting beside you. she pressed the back of her hand against your forehead and felt how hot you were. despite being almost as hot as the sun, you were shivering like crazy under your thick blanket. you leaned into irene's touch and hummed, finding comfort in the touch of your girlfriend.

the sight was stressing bae joohyun out. you should've called! or at least messaged saying that you were so unwell. as she left the room, you whined, missing her already. not even a minute later, she returned with a bowl of cool water and a towel. soaking it first, she placed the towel onto your head while stroking your cheek lovingly.

"you silly girl, why didn't you say anything? i would've been here much sooner..."

you smiled at her sweet words, touched by the love of your girlfriend once again. there was never a day where irene forgot to show you how much she loved you. through her gift of flowers to her caring for you when you're sick, to even just her words, they all expressed the pure love she had for you.

"it's okay, all that matters is that you're here now."

<3

[uns4lted]

ꜱᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡ/ ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ, ʜɪᴏʀɪ ʏᴏ, & ᴋᴜʀᴏɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴢᴇ

characters: blue lock pairings: isagi yoichi x gn! reader, hiori yo x gn! reader, kurona x gn! reader genre: fluff a/n: i knew i had to make a drabble out of these three cause i swear they are so underrated and they deserve some love! this drabble is inspired by taylor swift's so high school <3

drabble series: So High School pt. 2 , So High School pt. 3

── .✦ isagi yoichi

You spot Isagi in the hallway before he sees you—he always does this thing where he runs a hand through his hair as he laughs with his friends. You don’t even realize you’re staring until your heart skips a beat, and suddenly, you’re pulling your gaze away. It’s like clockwork, how you want to find him in the crowd just so you can disappear the moment his eyes might meet yours.

There he is, talking about practice, the next big game, his goals—always something about soccer. You know you should focus on your own life, your own worries, but whenever Isagi’s around, it’s like the noise fades, leaving just him. And it’s not like you want to talk to him, not exactly. It’s safer like this, hiding in plain sight, watching him from a distance where your feelings can’t betray you.

As you walk down the hall, you sneak one last glance over your shoulder. Isagi’s still talking, laughing, completely unaware of the effect he has on you. And honestly? Just seeing him like this—handsome, confident, and so captivating—makes your heart race every time, even if he doesn’t notice. Maybe one day, you’ll be brave enough to let him.

── .✦ hiori yo

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of Hiori’s living room, a controller in your hands, trying to keep up with the chaos on the screen. Isagi and Nanase are completely absorbed in the game, their voices rising as they shout strategies at each other in a heated multiplayer match. But you? You can barely focus.

Hiori is sitting next to you on the couch, closer than necessary, his knee brushing against yours every time he shifts. The room feels warmer than it should, the weight of his presence making it impossible to concentrate.

“Hey, try this,” Hiori says, leaning in to show you something on the controller. His hand covers yours for just a moment, fingers brushing your skin, and you freeze.

Your heart does a little flip as his hand lingers for a second longer than it should. You glance up at him, but he’s still focused on the game, his face calm and casual, as if he didn’t just light a fire under your skin with that small touch.

Isagi is yelling something about strategy, Nanase is laughing, and all you can think about is the way Hiori’s fingers graze yours again. This time, it’s intentional—his pinky hooks around yours as if testing the waters. You try to stay cool, your heart racing, praying that neither Isagi nor Nanase notices what’s happening right beside them.

But they’re too busy with the game, and you’re too distracted to care. The world outside the screen fades as Hiori’s hand subtly, slowly, finds yours. It’s like the smallest secret between the two of you, hidden in plain sight, while his friends remain clueless.

It’s just a game, you remind yourself. But somehow, Hiori’s touch makes it feel like so much more.

── .✦ kurona ranze

The night was quiet, just the two of you sitting close under the twinkling lights of the park. There wasn’t much conversation, but that was how it always was with Kurona. He didn’t need to fill the silence with words; he just had a way of making you feel like you belonged, even without saying much.

Your fingers brushed against his on the bench, a familiar connection that neither of you questioned anymore. It was always this subtle with him—little touches, shy glances. He wasn’t loud about his feelings, but they were there, humming softly between you both.

“Kurona,” you broke the stillness, your voice soft. “Tell me about the first time you saw me.”

His head turned slightly, his eyes widening just a bit, like he hadn’t expected you to ask that. He was quiet, as usual, but you could see the faint color rising in his cheeks, the way his gaze darted away for a second. He always got like this when it came to feelings—unsure, but not because he didn’t know what he felt. Just because he wasn’t used to speaking them out loud.

He hesitated for a moment, fingers twitching beside yours before he gathered the courage to entwine them fully. “The first time?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was steady, even though you could see the blush deepening. “I… I noticed you right away.”

Kurona looked down, trying to find the right words. “You were with your friends, laughing about something. I remember thinking… I wanted to hear you laugh again. To see you smile more.” His thumb brushed against the back of your hand, a nervous gesture. “But I didn’t know how to approach you. You always seemed so… out of reach.”

You smiled softly, feeling your own heart speed up at his confession. “And now?”

His eyes met yours again, and though his cheeks were still flushed, there was a calm sincerity in his gaze. “Now? I… don’t feel like that anymore.” He paused, then added, voice softer, “Now, I don’t want to imagine a day without you in it.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his shy but genuine affection. Kurona might not always have the words, but in moments like this, he didn’t need them. You could feel everything he wasn’t saying.

will be making another so high school pt. 2 w/ chigiri, nagi, & bachira! likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

[throneofsapphics]

hello! can i get an iced hazelnut chai with whipped cream and cinnamon <3

absolutely you can!

summary: azriel, forced proximity with fluff, spice, and angst

warnings: not very descriptive but still smut, angst

coffee bar celebration

“I can't look at you,” he stood by the window, hands braced against the glass planes. “Every time I look at you, I think about doing something stupid.”

You weren't certain you wanted to know what stupid impulses he was having.

His shadows were nearly encasing the room, poking at all the barriers and wards placed to keep the two of you in.

“We could just make a plan to kill our High Lord,” you said the title with a hint of mocking disdain, enough he would know it was a joke. Azriel never took threats against his friends lives lightly.

His chest shook, but not a sound escaped him.

Your mouth tightened into a thin line. In the past, he'd always let his laughter loose around you. Always. Fists clenched at your side, a shadow swirled around one and you released them.

One hand still placed firmly on the glass, Azriel pivoted just enough for his face to become clear. Beautiful, raw, and threatening to drag you under.

Insisting you could stay friends was bullshit, this would never work. You tried to reach out to Rhys and tell him that, but the normal channel he kept open between the two of you was airtight.

This time, you turned around, facing the mirror.

Eyes tired, bags underneath, hair disheveled, face wan. You looked a mess.

“Every time I look at you,” you tore your gaze, still in the mirror, away from your own reflection to find Azriel watching, his reflection wavering slightly. He cleared his throat. “Every time I look at you, I don't know if I want to go drown myself in liquor or kiss you until you can't remember your own name.”

Goosebumps trickled down your spine, one after another like a haunting melody playing its tunes on your body.

“There's plenty I'd like to forget right now,” you swallowed, pulse jumping in your throat.

“Oh?” You spun around, ready to curse him to an eternity, but Azriel was in front of you, so close that if you arched your back your breasts would brush against his chest. “What, exactly would you like to forget?”

“You,” you spit the word with as much venom as you could manage, and he laughed.

Planting both palms on his chest, you shoved. He didn't move. Unsurprisingly.

“You're an asshole,” you hissed.

“And you wouldn't have it any other way,” mirth danced in his eyes, pressure built in your chest, ready to explode.

Before you could say another word, he leaned in and kissed you. His lips were soft, gentle, and you found yourself falling into familiar patterns, into that dance of decades you'd done for far too long, before logic overrode the other parts of you thinking too much.

You gripped his chin, shoving his head to the side, away from you, and stepped backwards. Your back hit the dresser.

Perhaps for the first time, you saw the shadowsinger shocked. You'd never rejected a single advance from him before. Good. Maybe he should get used to rejection.

But … your soul was clawing and scraping in your chest, begging to be reunited with the one it thought completed it. It was wrong.

“You don't get to kiss me to keep me quiet,” you seethed.

“That's not what I meant to do,” his voice was dry, perhaps a tad bored, but you saw the plea in his eyes. The truth.

Crossing the two steps between you, you gripped the front of his leathers.

“Promise?” You didn't know what you were asking him to promise.

“Always,” he answered, not missing a beat.

This time when you walked him back, Azriel moved easily. When you undid the laces on his leathers and rode him, he thrust his hips up into you. When your eyes met, he held the contact, gripping you chin so you would too. When he flipped you on your back and pushed your legs up to your chest, he moaned loud enough Rhys's wards couldn't possibly keep the sound out.

When you'd driven each other to completion, your head resting on Azriel's chest, his arms wrapped tight around you, you thought perhaps you were always destined to burn hot and fast, but maybe there's a chance this could work.

[officialdaydreamer00]

Is idia my fated Hades? Can flowers of happiness learn to bloom in the land of death? Does he wither from missing me as I? Does distance make the heart grow fonder?

<3

"The King of the Underworld and the Maiden of Springtime

Destined to cross paths, distance be its prime

Despairing indeed, but the Fates have yet to end

Their bond prevails, beyond death they shall meet again."

pairing: idia shroud x reader

content: fluff, (kind of) use of clichés, idia being socially awkward, just a sprinkle of angst, greek mythology

the oracle speaks — i'm really proud of the prophecy i made!! ^-^ love how my first request is about idia lmao, so early event entry!!

May the Fates be kind to this soul.

— a beat of silence.

that was all it took to wake you up-- since when had you dozed off?

blinking the sleep away, your thoughts got all jumbled up. what was that voice you heard in that short nap? and what did it mean by 'destined'?

quiet murmurs and whispers entered your ears, a blatant reminder of reality pulling you back to the land of living. right, you sighed, you were in a library. and in the presence of people.

your eyes swept through rows of bookshelves and immersive readers, before they stopped at a far corner of the library. there, you see a person, simply reading the time away. you couldn't see their face, as it was covered by the oversized hoodie they wore.

what you noticed, however, was the distinct glowing blue hair. like fire, you mused; pretty, and rather hard to miss.

the more you stared at the mysterious person, the stronger you felt a sense of familiarity. the warm feeling buried deep within your heart, resurfaced. a feeling you never knew you could experience until today.

have you met this person before? you couldn't have, right?

... a soft voice echoed, snapping you out of your stupor.

your eyes met gold hues, and that feeling came crashing down like tsunami waves.

he was tall, towering over you even, he had to hunch down to look at you. the hood was pulled down, revealing his ghostly pale face, and long fire-like blue hair cascading down his back. and his eyes, a molten gold so bright and eerie, yet so soft as he stared at you with an expression difficult to read. melancholic? wistful? you couldn't tell which.

again, his soft voice snapped you out of your thoughts. he was fidgeting with his hands as he quietly asked if you were okay, since you were spacing out. you blinked, oh right, you still had a job to do.

wordlessly, you checked through the books, fighting down a blush in embarrassment, all while sneaking little glances at him. in the few chances your eyes met, you looked away as if nothing happened, spare for the heat presented on your face. only after he left, did you let out a relieved sigh.

"what was that all about?" you murmured, your hand hovered over where your heart was. the strange feeling was real, you mused, but why did your heart feel so empty when he left?

you made it your mission to get to the bottom of this. perhaps you could find that boy again, if the fates were on your side.

his heart was hammering as he left the building. through the darkened glass panes, he could make out your figure standing there behind the desk. he found himself smiling at the sight of your thoughtful look. his soul longs for you, craving for you to be in his arms.

it seems like the fates have smiled at him once more, weaving his destiny to reunite with his beloved.

"I have found you at last. My Persephone."

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[yujinnieswifeu]

Can you write red velvet x fem reader?

a/n: Hii i’m so so truly sorry for the long wait anon, please forgive me!! 😭 since i don’t really know much abt red velvet, i just wrote some drabbles of Irene and Seulgi, i hope its fine and you enjoy it!! Thanks for the request ;)

Warnings: none, just super fluffy hehe

How Irene and Seulgi reacts during confessions

Irene

We all know Irene is ice queen and im not going to change my mind 🤓 so when you hear the words that spilled past her lips when she confesses that she liked you for awhile now, you were not only taken back, but also glad she had come up to you first since if it was the other way around, you probably would not have said anything because of her icy demeanour and just go home crying in your pillows.

“S-so..i just want to know if you like me too?” Her hands were kept busy, a nervous habit of hers and you held them abruptly, which makes her breath hitch slightly, her face getting slightly red at the contact.

“I liked you for a while now too” you had nodded your head, squeezing her hands which were probably sweaty but you did not care one bit. “You..do?” She looks up at you, since you were slightly taller than her, and your lips curves up to your eyes, your eyes were sparkling which she was always drawn to. It just made her fell for you even more and she could feel her heart beating against her chest.

“Can i..kiss you?” She inches closer, backing you up against the wall of your enclosed room, her demeanour changing but you kinda liked it? “Y-yeah..” Irene closes the gap between you two, kissing you softly at first, your hands were squeezing hers slightly and she rubs your palm, deepening the kiss.

She pulls away, her eyes a darker shade of brown. “You taste so good y/n…”

Seulgi

Seulgi is so puppy coded?? You can’t tell me otherwise. Just imagine her always being so cheerful wherever she goes, it was something that you always liked about her, her bubbly personality. But beyond that, she was always so sweet as well, whenever you were sad over a break up with one of your exes, she was there for you. Telling you that they don’t deserve you, telling you that it was their loss and that you deserve someone better.

Soon, you found yourself drawn to her, how she always cared for you and at your side no matter what happens, making you fall in love with her even more. And not to mention how pretty she looks, how could you not?

It was as if luck was on your side, and as cliche as it sounds, you tripped and fell on her accidentally, her back hitting the hard floor as your face were inches away from hers. It was like those k-dramas, and in that moment, you felt it, the electricity between you two. Your eyes searched hers, and she simply gulped, before reminding you that you were still on top of her.

After that incident, she has been ignoring you. It was coming to a week now and you were starting to lose patience. Every time you would go up to her to try to spark a conversation, she would just find someone else to talk to, dragging them away instead, leaving you frustrated.

When you saw her again, she was about to run off with someone and that was when you erupted. “Kang Seulgi!” She had stopped in her tracks, everyone around her started to quickly walk away from you two, realising the situation and you stomped up to her.

“I’ve had it up to here with you, explain why you are avoiding me!” You said rather loudly, your teeth were clenched slightly in frustration as your hands were curled into a fist. “Wha..what are you talking a-about?” She was acting dumb which frustrated you even more, rolling your eyes as you let out a frustrated sigh, you pulled at her wrist, yanking her to an empty classroom before closing the door behind you two.

“Explain yourself Kang, ever since that incident you have been avoiding me.” You whined in annoyance, and she could feel her cheeks turning hot just at the thought of the incident. How could she not? She had this huge HUGE crush on you for the longest time now and that happened, it just made her scared, she did not want to lose you.

“I….i..i’m sorry.” She sighed, her hands were sweaty as she placed them at her side like a kid would, which made you sigh, holding one of her hands in yours as you gave it a comforting squeeze. “Please Seulgi…tell me why? Did you know? I…i was so happy when that happened, to be that close to you..i know it sounds wrong and all but i think..i think i like you? I’m not sure yet but you make me fee—”

Soft lips on yours, Seulgi kisses you with hunger, her hands now at the sides of your cheeks as she cups them, you groan into the kiss, your hands tangled in her hair as you pull her impossibly closer to you, making out messily.

Soon, you two pull away, breathing heavily and she giggles, breaking the silent. “Wha..whats so funny?” Seulgi shakes her head, smiling which makes you smile too. The Seulgi you knew was back. “I..i like you y/n..for the longest time, i’m sorry for ignoring you, i was just scared of losing you as a friend so i thought that if i ignored you, we would at least still be f-friends.” Her voice cracked a little at the end, and it made your heart break.

You cup her cheeks this time, wiping the tears forming at her eyes away with your thumb before pecking her soft lips again. “I like you Seulgi, i want to be more than friends if that is what you want to.” She smiles contagiously, nodding her head and you smiled back, before pulling her in for another kiss.

[kyuusberry]

bite | red velvet irene drabble

pairing: vampire!irene x gn!reader

warnings: rene is lowkey crazy, slight blood, small mention of murder

a/n: this will not follow the traditional drabble.. which is a max of 100 words, but cough i made this 215 words cough.. anyways! enjoy ^^

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

vampire!irene who took interest in you when you first met

vampire!irene who pretended to be a noble lady who was interested in your family's business just to get closer to you

vampire!irene who stopped eating people just to appear normal to you and your family (almost died in the process, but it was worth it)

vampire!irene who married you and couldn't resist herself so she bit you, draining a lot of your blood, making you faint

vampire!irene who kept apologizing to you, crying her eyes out because she almost killed you

vampire!irene who paid you to stay with her

vampire!irene who turned you into a vampire too, wanting to live with you for eternity

vampire!irene who hated when you interacted with other people that weren't her

vampire!irene trying to not kill everyone you knew and loved so she could have you to herself

vampire!irene who spoiled you rotten

vampire!irene who loved cuddling with you

vampire!irene who loved kissing you

vampire!irene who loved talking to you about stupid stuff

vampire!irene who enjoyed going on walks in the woods with you

vampire!irene who loved you so much she would do anything for you, even if that meant killing someone or killing herself

[zairene]

sigh, no thoughts. just wash day with earth 42!miles.

“ow! shit, n/n! that hurts!”

“maybe it wouldn’t hurt if you would just stop moving!”

miles had finally agreed for you to wash his hair after you pleading and begging him to. normally he wasn’t this stubborn, but he takes great pride in his hair. the only hands he’d ever let touch even a follicle of hair on his head was his mother and himself. however, he liked you enough to let you touch it as well.

that didn’t work out in his favor since he’s extremely tender-headed. he has never handled his hair as rough as you did, or that’s what he thought at least.

“ok i’m done. you can sit up now.” he sighed dramatically as he lifted his head up, letting his curly hair fall over his face. you giggled as drops of water came out of the strands. his face looked slightly annoyed since he had to endure so much pain. he is very dramatic, but he looked so cute while he was pouting.

“oh stop it. you know it didn’t hurt that bad.” your rolled your eyes while placing both of your hands on your hips. he crossed his arms and looking away from you. you kissed your teeth, pulling his face in for a kiss. you first kissed him on the cheek and then tried placing on his lips but he started pulling his face back. that made you pull away and glare at him.

he finally made eye contact with you and started to laugh. “ok, ok, i’m sorry. prometo que no lo volveré a hacer.” (i promise that i won’t do it again.) he grabbed your face back to his, placing kisses around your entire face. you surrender under his touch and wrap your arms around him. he wraps your arms around your figure and puts his chin on top of your head. you feel his chin lift up shortly after and you hear him start sniffing something.

“your hair stinks. you needa wash it.” you leave his arms and smack his chest playfully.

“no i don’t! stop playin’ with me miles, i just washed my hair two days ago.” he proceeded to cover his nose. “okay, i’m not gon’ finish your hair then. do it yourself.” you turned around and began to walk towards his room.

“aight, i do my own hair anyways!” he yelled after you.

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[technologyculturedneo]

Sour Memory: Doyoung

Pairing. Brother!Kim Doyoung x fem (I)!reader ft Irene x Jaehyun

Synopsis. "What I saw that night still haunts me. And no one believes me."

Warnings. Angst.

WC. 7k

As younger siblings often do, I absolutely worshiped my older brother Kim Doyoung. To me, he always seemed like the coolest person in the world. Everything he did fascinated me beyond belief. It was like he lived in a completely different world. Everyone liked him. He was class president, a star baseball player, and had an all-around great personality.

Despite being older, Doyoung wasn’t the stereotypical ‘older brother monster’. I think that’s why we got along so well. He would never dream of hurting me. Not in any way. When I told my psychiatrists that, they didn’t believe me. ‘An older brother who never once tormented his little sister?’ They said someone like that couldn’t exist. But Doyoung was different. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. His bedroom door was always open whenever I needed someone to talk to. He’d let me lie on his floor and listen to his music records while he did his homework. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Growing up in a small town in the middle of Kwangya Island, we only became closer. Maybe it was because of our family situation that we both felt like we needed each other. Our father was an alcoholic. He’d come home drunk and take all his anger out on us. But Doyoung never let him get to me. He’d let me sleep in his bed most nights so I wouldn’t have to lie awake, alone, listening to our parents fighting through the thin bedroom walls.

Our mother was a saint. She was one of the only people I could turn to for help, one of the few who truly understood the pain, besides Doyoung. Sadly, she died when I was thirteen. The autopsy showed that Mom had overdosed on painkillers. They ruled it as accidental, but I was never sure. After she was gone, our father only got worse. Things became so unbearable that the moment Doyoung graduated high school, he moved into an apartment on the other side of town and took me with him. Our father barely protested. I’m pretty sure he never wanted kids in the first place.

From then on, it was just Doyoung and me against the world. He enrolled at the local community college and worked part-time at a grocery store. It wasn’t glamorous, but it put food on the table. We made it work. We were finally away from our broken home, and just having each other was enough.

That’s when we made the biggest mistake of our lives. We didn’t know it at the time, of course, but to this day, I still regret picking up that phone.

It was the end of summer, around 2027. The winds were brisk as early September approached. Doyoung and I had been on our own for about two years by then. I was 17, he was 27. I remember sitting at the kitchen table, finishing my homework, while Doyoung was fixing frozen chicken as dinner from our favourite TV channel.

When Doyoung’s phone rang in the living room, I jumped up to answer it.

“Hello?” I said into the receiver.

It was Mark Lee, Doyoung’s best friend from high school. The two of them had been inseparable until college sent them in different directions. Mark had ended up in NCity Varsity, and I could hear the longing in his voice as he caught up with me for a moment. Then he turned serious. “Hey, let me talk to your brother real quick,” Mark said. “I’ve got some news I think he’ll like.”

I rolled my eyes playfully and handed the phone to Doyoung. I could hear him laughing as he caught up with Mark. They were on the phone for a good hour. By the time Doyoung returned, I had already taken the dinners out of the oven and finished mine.

“Hey, sorry about that, Y/n,” Doyoung said, smiling softly as he sat down across from me. “You’ll never believe what Mark’s been up to.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is he on Neo Varsity’s Most Wanted already?”

Doyoung rolled his eyes. “No, but he might as well be. His neighbours are going to Bermuda for Labor Day weekend, and he’s throwing a monster party in their house while they’re gone. He’s invited us to come and crash it. Can you believe that?”

He chuckled, taking a bite of his frozen chicken.

I should’ve known then that we shouldn’t go. It was illegal—breaking into someone’s house to throw a party? I knew it was wrong. But I was 17, naïve, and desperate to be just as legendary as my big brother. So, of course, I agreed.

We planned to drive to Mark’s house in Neo City. It would take about a day from Kwangya Island. But we were too excited to care. We spent the long car ride blasting out Exo’s music on the radio and singing the lyrics way off-key- well… I sang off key, Doyoung was perfect.

That was definitely one of the best times of my life. I felt completely content. We had no idea what was coming. Little did I know the terror we’d be thrown into later that night.

If I could, I would’ve made Doyoung turn the car around or drive us straight off a cliff.

We’d been in the car for about 13 hours straight, not counting the endless gas stops and bathroom breaks. Around 9h00 p.m., we noticed we were deep in a nowhere land. The GPS map said we were still in Neo Tech Road, but it didn’t feel like it.

“You sure we’re not lost?” I asked, chewing my bubblegum slower in stress.

Doyoung kept his eyes fixed on the road and nodded. “Of course not. Mark gave me the directions himself.”

I rolled my eyes and blew a bubble.

We drove through nothing but trees for what felt like another hour before I finally declared we were lost. My brother had this idea that Mark was some kind of genius, but I knew better. It was Mark after all. Doyoung was getting tired. I was getting restless. I’d been sitting in the same position for so long I could barely feel my legs.

“Can we please pull over somewhere?” I whined, my gum starting to lose its flavor.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that about two hours ago?” Doyoung replied, stifling a cough.

That cough turned into a slight wheeze, which made my ears perk up. “Are you okay?” I asked, concern quickly filling my voice.

He nodded and brushed it off, saying it was just a tickle in his throat. Usually, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but that night, I was on high alert. Doyoung had really bad asthma. We’d had more than a few close calls, and the thought of losing him scared me more than the empty road in front of us.

About 30 minutes later, Doyoung began to grumble under his breath. “That jackass had no idea what he was talking about.”

I didn’t respond. I knew he couldn’t admit that I was right. But I was starting to feel really uncomfortable. It had been two hours of nothing but trees, and we’d only seen a few cars pass every 50 miles or so. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but once I swallowed my bubblegum, I was scared for many reasons. Where were we even going to sleep? The idea of pulling over and sleeping on the side of the road creeped me out.

We were starving, too. At one point, Doyoung asked me to check the map to see if there were any rest stops or motels nearby. There weren’t. The GPS woman was just as lost – reflecting nothing but an empty road for miles.

But that all changed around 23h30 p.m. Doyoung was practically falling asleep at the wheel when my eyes landed on a tiny speck on our the GPS map on the screen.

“Doyoung, get up!” I shook him, excitement rising in my voice. “There’s a restaurant coming up in about 20 miles!”

His eyes popped open. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s called Red’s Cafe & Family Restaurant. There should be an exit coming up.”

I couldn’t believe our luck. It did strike me as odd that it was the only rest stop for hundreds of miles, but honestly? I was too hungry to care. I gave Doyoung directions, even though there were no signs in the pitch-black woods. Still, I could feel that we were getting close. Soon, Doyoung turned out of the highway and there it was…

I can still see the neon sign and the bright, bustling lights.

“Red’s Cafe” looked like your typical 2000’s cyber-tech meets 1950’s-style diner. A small building with large glass windows, easy to see into. I could make out a few people inside, sitting and eating.

Doyoung parked along the dirt road, and I jumped out of the car, desperate to stretch my legs. It was colder than I expected for September, so I pulled my sweatshirt over my head as Doyoung buttoned up his jacket. The scent of coffee and homemade pie drifted out through the sliding glass doors.

As we walked toward the building, I glanced up at the sign again. There was another part to it I hadn’t noticed earlier… it flickered under the moonlight:

“Red’s Care & Family Restaurant — Motel on the East Side.”

“I guess you could spend the night here too if you wanted,” Doyoung smirked. I smiled. At least we wouldn’t be sleeping in the car.

When we stepped inside, the place was alive with activity.

The floor was checkered, the red vinyl booths nearly all filled. A few rugged-looking men sat at the counter, sipping steaming coffee. A woman and her young daughter giggled over a plate of pancakes. A group of teenagers in leather jackets huddled around the jukebox- one of them slipped in a coin, and an old Shinee’s tune started to play. “Baby-”

Then, out of nowhere, this unexplainable dread washed over me. It wasn’t the song that made me feel uneasy… but the atmosphere. It was heavy. And I couldn’t shake it. I felt… heavy.

I didn’t even notice the woman approach us.

“Can I help you kids?” She asked, her voice as soft as butter.

I looked up into the kind, dark eyes of a young looking woman. She wore a red wool dress lightly clinging to her body and ending over her knees, with matching shoes, and a white apron draped over her front. Her face was crafted and pampered with such soft makeup, her slick black hair gleaming under the lights. She smiled warmly. But I couldn’t speak. I don’t know why, I just couldn’t open my mouth.

“Uh, yes ma’am,” Doyoung said with his usual gentlemanly charm. “We’d just like a quick bite to eat before we hit the road again.”

He nudged me gently in the back. I nodded.

“Well, come on in then. I’m Irene, Bae Irene. Welcome to my humble little restaurant.”

She laughed. It was lighthearted and contagious, full of age and years. But somehow… it made me uncomfortable.

Doyoung chuckled, reaching out to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Irene. I’m Kim Doyoung and this is my sister, Y/n.”

I forced a smile and shook her hand too. She looked perfect, like someone’s sweet young trad wife… but something about her made my skin crawl.

I always got that way around people I didn’t know. “Y/n. That’s such a lovely name,” Irene said, eyes lingering on me way more than I’d like to admit. I managed a weak smile as she let out another warm laugh. “Well, I don’t want to see you kids just standing around. Come on, I’ll find you a booth.”

Doyoung and Irene were soon chatting up a storm, walking ahead together. I trailed behind, pretending not to notice. As we made our way through the diner, I learned that Irene and her husband, Jaehyun, had opened the place a few years ago after retiring from the busy Neo City. She worked as the hostess; he was the cook. They never had children, which is why Irene enjoyed it so much when young people came in. The way she spoke, she made it seem like she was pushing 60, but when she said she’s 40, I was shocked. She looked… so young.

Doyoung was always polite. He laughed at her jokes and even told her a bit of our sob story. I just wanted him to stop talking- and she serves the food and then we leave. I did not feel comfortable here. But when she found out we didn’t really have any parents, her face changed, almost like it gave her some kind of purpose.

“Oh, you poor things. Well, why don’t you scan the QR menu with your phones so that I can make you guys something quick to eat,”

“Unfortunately our phones died, they’re in the car.” Doyoung explained. Irene clutched her heart sadly.

“Oh you poor things, driving out for hours. You know what, consider me your mother for the night,” She said sweetly, quickly walking to an isle passage and then coming back with our menus.

I slid into the booth across from my brother, trying to smile as Irene walked away. Doyoung chuckled and thanked her again, opening his menu with a grin.

“Isn’t she just the sweetest woman you’ve ever met?” He beamed, his light black bangs falling over his eyes.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I slouched down in my seat, not even bothering to look at the menu. My eyes drifted across the room. I watched the teenagers by the futurist jukebox sipping Coke straight from glass bottles, chatting and laughing. I saw the little girl from earlier get up and ask Irene for a napkin and Irene hugged her like she was her own daughter.

I almost gagged.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling okay?” Doyoung asked, sensing my mood.

I nodded but didn’t say a word when he asked what I wanted to eat. I got the feeling that he could sense my hostile attitude. I knew I was getting on his nerves, but honestly, I didn’t care. When Irene came to take our order, I kept quiet. Doyoung ordered pancakes and some pizza and hot chocolate for both of us, flashing her a warm smile.

As she walked away, he turned back to me, visibly annoyed. “What’s your deal tonight, Y/n? You’re acting like a little kid,” He grumbled.

I bit the inside of my cheek and muttered, “Don’t you feel a little uncomfortable around her?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Mrs. Bae Irene isn’t giving off good vibes. Don’t you feel it? She’s weird. ‘Consider me your mother for the night’? What was that about?” I didn’t understand how he couldn’t see it.

“She’s just being nice,” Doyoung shot back. “God, stop being so stuck up and try to appreciate what she’s doing for us.” I figured he was just tired and hungry.

He coughed into the crook of his arm again. I rolled my eyes and stayed silent for the rest of the meal. I wish I hadn’t. I didn’t know then that this would be one of the last moments I’d ever share with my brother.

When the food arrived, Doyoung thanked Irene for both of us. I was starving, but I didn’t want to eat. I just poked at my pancakes and stared down at my shoes. Doyoung pretended not to notice. We rarely fought… actually, we never fought. This was just one of our rare squabbles. Doyoung was always patient, always gentle. He took care of me like no one else did.

But I wasn’t easy. I was stubborn, distant with everyone who wasn’t him. I had trust issues from growing up in a house where I never felt safe. I often came off cold, and my brother was usually the one who pulled me out of it… but even he had limits. And tonight, I seemed to be pushing it.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said, breaking half an hour of silence.

Doyoung just nodded, sipping his drink. I slid out of the booth and headed to the back. I locked myself in a stall and leaned against the wall, needing space. Needing time to breathe. I’m not sure how long I stayed in there. I just knew I needed to be alone with my thoughts.

When I finally returned to the table, Doyoung was deep in conversation with… Irene… and another man. Attractive looking man… who I assumed was her husband, Jaehyun. He was a large man with luscious hair, and an apron that hung over his baggy pants and faded flannel shirt. He was also perfect, as if he didn’t age over 30- but after what Irene said, that she’s 40, I could only imagine he was either in his late 40’s or early 50’s. Still, they all laughed together, Doyoung pausing now and then to cough.

I approached the table quietly. Doyoung looked up and smiled. “Well, speak of the devil,” He joked, motioning for me to join him.

I sat next to him when he patted the spot. Maybe he had forgiven me, or maybe he was just putting on a show for the Jung’s. I didn’t care I clung to him tightly.

“So, I’ve been wondering,” Irene said, her smile growing wider. “What brought you kids all the way up here? We don’t get many visitors out this way.”

“We’re driving to Neo Ciity to visit some old friends,” Doyoung replied. “I’m just glad we found this place, we were driving through nothing but forest for nearly three hours.”

Irene glanced at Jaehyun. He blinked slowly. For a moment, neither of them said anything as if they were deciding what to say next. I clenched Doyoung’s jeans in my fist.

“Well,” Jaehyun finally said with a chuckle, “We are a bit in the middle of nowhere, I guess.”

I turned toward the window, staring at the truck parked outside as the three of them continued to talk. I was so lost in the pitch-black night that I barely heard Doyoung speak at first.

"Well, we'd really like to thank you folks for your kind hospitality. How much do I owe you?" He asked, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

Irene shook her head. "No, it's on the house."

When my brother tried to protest, she gently put a finger to his lips. He smiled in gratitude and stood to leave. I carefully slid off and was just about to reach for the door when Jaehyun stepped in front of us.

"Hey now, where do you kids think you're going? You can’t drive out now, it’s nearly two in the morning."

I wouldn’t have known. There were no clocks or any real sense of time in the diner. The outside world felt distant, almost unreal. I glanced nervously at Doyoung, trying to signal him to keep moving. He just yawned in response.

"You two look like you’ve been on the road all day," Jaehyun continued. "Doesn’t seem wise to be driving when you’re this tired. Come on, we’ve got a nice little motel out back. You can rest until morning."

I froze. There was no way I was spending another second with these people.

“That’s all right,” I tried to object. “We’ll be fine.”

But my brother hesitated. “I don’t know, Y/n,” He said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I’m really tired, and you’re still underage. I don’t want to put our lives at risk by falling asleep at the wheel.”

I shook my head and reached for his hand, trying to pull him toward the door. But he was stronger. I felt myself being gently tugged back onto the checkered floor.

“Doyoung,” I said, my voice rising in panic. “Please.”

He ignored me, walking back to Irene.

“I think we’ll take a room for the night,” He said, smiling. Then he added quietly, pushing me behind him, “Just to be safe.”

Irene beamed and winked at her husband. “Wonderful. Jaehyun will show you to the back. If you give me your car keys, I’ll fetch your luggage, if you brought any.”

My mouth went dry as I watched Doyoung pull his keys from his back pocket and explain where our suitcases were packed in the trunk. I couldn’t believe it. I was close to tears. I grabbed the back of his jacket as Irene walked out the front door, but he gently brushed me off.

I trailed behind them hopelessly as Jaehyun led us into a smaller building just across from the diner. It was made entirely of logs. Jaehyun and Doyoung were talking easily, like old friends, while I stayed silent.

Jaehyun pulled a key from his coat pocket and quietly opened the door.

The inside of the motel was depressing. Everything was made of wood, the walls covered in old, faded portraits of kpop idols advertising safety and dreamscape mountain landscapes. A maroon oriental rug lay under the front desk. On the counter sat a guest book, a potted cactus, and a vintage-looking handbell. A cold draft swept through the space, and I shivered. It looked like the place hadn’t had a guest in years.

“Well, here we are,” Jaehyun said. “No need to sign in. I’ll take you up to your room.”

He smiled again, and in the light, I could see just how dark his under eyes were.

He led us up a creaky wooden staircase on the right side of the lobby. I felt like the painted eyes in the portraits followed us as we ascended. The hallway above was dim, lit only by a few moth-covered wall lamps. It stretched long in both directions, lined with wooden doors on either side. Everything was coated in a fine layer of dust.

The musty air stirred up a fresh bout of wheezing from Doyoung, who tried to stifle it in his sleeve. I rolled my eyes. He had gotten us into this. I had no sympathy.

“Ah, here we are,” Jaehyun said finally, stopping in front of Room 2B. He slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open.

Inside were two twin beds with thick quilted blankets and feather-stuffed pillows. A large window stretched across one wall above a small desk. The room was silent, still, and strangely untouched like no one had ever stayed in it before. Underneath the rug, the carpet was a rusty maroon. The wallpaper was a neat beige filled with more dreamscape paintings, mountains and seascapes hung from flimsy nails, sagging on the walls. I swallowed hard.

Jaehyun leaned over me, placing a his hand on the light switch above my head. The room didn’t look any better once it was lit. An eerie yellow-orange glow flooded the space, making everything look more unsettling than before.

“It looks very… homey. Thanks a lot, Jaehyun,” Doyoung said with a polite smile.

The two of them shook hands. I slowly stepped farther inside and sank onto one of the twin beds. The mattress was so soft, I practically disappeared into it. Distantly, I heard Jaehyun explaining where the bathroom was and what time breakfast would be served. I watched in silence as Irene returned with our luggage, humming softly to herself.

I must have zoned out longer than I realized, because the next thing I knew, the door was closed and Doyoung was unpacking our suitcases.

“We shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly, the first words I’d spoken in what felt like forever. The room felt like it was shrinking.

Doyoung didn’t respond. He simply tossed me my pajamas.

“What are you going to tell Mark? We were supposed to be at his house tonight.”

Doyoung let out a long, tired sigh, the kind of sigh that sounded like it carried the weight of the world. I knew I was difficult. I always had been. I required more patience than most people had. If Doyoung hadn’t rescued me from our father, I probably would’ve ended up strung out somewhere, forgotten. I understood why he was tired… tired of looking after me, tired of always being the one holding things together.

Sensing my unease, Doyoung walked over slowly and sat beside me on the bed. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

We didn’t say anything. There was nothing left to say. Nothing he could say would ease the tension crawling under my skin.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, and I listened to the rasp in his breathing. It always sounded worse when he was exhausted.

“We’re going to be okay, Y/n. You just need to sleep,” He whispered.

Then he kissed my cheek and returned to his side of the room. We faced away from each other as we got undressed and changed into our pajamas. I reluctantly slipped beneath the blanket and stiff, ice-cold sheets.

I laid there, wide awake, staring at the dirty ceiling. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t even try. For what felt like hours, I just listened to Doyoung’s breathing.

There had been many times in my life when I felt like no one really listened to me. This was one of them. I just wish someone had. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently.

I don’t know what time it was when I finally drifted off, but I must have because Doyoung’s movement is what woke me.

I heard him throw his quilt aside in a hurry. His breathing was ragged. Then came the sound of his suitcase being unzipped, clothes rustling in frantic hands.

“Do?” I whispered into the darkness. “Are you okay?”

No response.

I heard more rustling, more frantic searching. Eventually, he seemed to find what he was looking for… his inhaler and rushed toward the door.

“I’m fine,” He gasped. “Just need some fresh air.”

Light flooded into the room as he stepped into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind him.

He’d had asthma attacks before. I’d seen them many times. Each one left me feeling helpless. There was nothing I could do except watch him fight for air, my heart breaking a little more each time. I wanted to follow him that night. I don’t know why I didn’t.

But I wish I had.

He was gone for twenty minutes before I finally decided to check on him. Usually, it took him a little while to calm down, and I wanted to sit with him to rub his back the way our mother used to when he was younger. It always helped. I wanted to do for him what he’d done for me for years… he always cared. I even wanted to tell him that the Red’s Café wasn’t that bad and that maybe I was overreacting…

But when I opened the door… Doyoung wasn’t there.

My feet were freezing against the cold floor of the hallway. I rubbed my arms as goosebumps formed on my pale skin. Panic was starting to rise in my throat. I glanced across the hall, hoping maybe Doyoung had gone to the bathroom… but it was empty.

There weren’t many places he could have gone.

Quietly, I returned to our room and slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers. Then I crept down the hallway and hurried down the staircase, each step making the old wood groan beneath me.

The lobby was empty.

I felt the sting in my throat as I choked back a sob. I turned back toward the stairs, tears welling in my eyes.

There’s no worse feeling than being completely alone in a place you don’t know. It’s even worse when the only person who’s ever made you feel safe… isn’t there.

One of the hallway lamps above me flickered. The light buzzed softly as my tears began to fall freely. My mind was spinning with terrifying possibilities. Where could he have gone? What could’ve happened?

I was so caught up in my panic, I didn’t see what I tripped over.

I hit the floor hard, landing face-first on the rough oriental carpet. My cheek burned from the impact as I rolled over, trying to breathe through the shock.

That’s when I saw it.

Lying just outside the door to our room was Doyoung’s inhaler.

My eyes widened in horror.

Doyoung would never leave this behind… not by choice. And he wouldn't drop it by accident, not unless something was very, very wrong.

That was the moment I knew that wherever he had gone… he hadn’t gone willingly.

A sob tore its way from my chest as I curled into a fetal position, trying to stop the overwhelming flood of fear crashing over me. My thoughts were spiraling, loud and chaotic, pounding inside my skull like a war drum.

I reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the inhaler. The plastic felt warm in my palm, as if it had just been used. I stared at it for a long moment before I forced myself to stand.

I had to find my brother.

We needed to get out of here.

I didn’t care if he wanted to stay after I found him- we were leaving. We’d get in the car and drive far away from this nightmare of a place and never look back.

I raced back into our room and snatched the car keys from the bedside table. I didn’t bother packing. I didn’t care about the luggage. Doyoung was all that mattered.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, the wooden steps creaked loudly beneath my feet. I flinched with each sound, as if the house itself were waking up. I reached the door and pushed it open, slipping outside into the chilly night.

The lights were still on inside the diner. A weak comfort.

I ran as fast as I could toward it, barely noticing the gnarled trees looming overhead, their branches like claws reaching out to grab me. I made it to the back door of the diner, prepared to pound on it until my knuckles bled—

But… it opened almost immediately after one push. Right away, I spotted Doyoung’s truck parked just beyond the clear glass windows. It looked so close, yet somehow impossibly far away. I had no idea how much adrenaline was rushing through my veins at that moment, but it took every ounce of willpower I had not to sprint straight to it. The diner was empty… no customers in sight, just me..

Then, behind me, the sharp clang of a metal object hitting the tiled floor froze me in place. I spun around so fast my neck cracked. The kitchen doors stood closed, locked tight when I tried to pry one open- I kicked at it with all my strength, ignoring the dull ache forming in my bruising toes.

I whisper yelled into the hollow space, begging for anyone… anyone— to hear me. It felt like hours had passed, but I was still trapped in that silent nightmare. A wave of nausea suddenly hit me hard.

Then I heard it again… the metal clatter, faint whispers drifting through the air.

I held my breath, straining to listen. Whatever it was, it was close, too close. I craned my neck, desperate to peer inside the kitchen, but the glass windows were now covered by a dark sheet of curtain — something that definitely hadn’t been there before.

My heart pounding, I slipped behind the counter and pressed my ear against the grimy wall.

Silence. Then… soft, dragging footsteps on tiled floors.

I don’t know what made me act next… whether it was adrenaline, fear, or utter hopelessness but I grabbed a fork from beneath a napkin on the counter, my palms slick with sweat.

I knew I wasn’t alone.

With trembling hands, I jabbed the fork against the glass. But nothing happened. I did it again. Nothing. Again, and again. After what felt like an eternity, thin cracks spiderwebbed across the surface. I kept banging until the glass shattered at my feet.

I didn’t flinch.

Pulling back the curtain, I braced myself for what awaited me inside the kitchen. A powerful, sickening smell of burning flesh hit my nose. I started coughing and gagging, struggling to breathe. Smoke filled the room, swirling everywhere. My eyes watered, and I waved my arms trying to clear the air, but it was no use. The awful smell seemed to reach deep inside me, making me want to throw up.

Then, a voice spoke, “Who’s there?”

I recognized it immediately, it was the man who had taken Doyoung to that room a few hours earlier, Jaehyun.

I stayed quiet. I couldn’t see through the thick smoke at first, but gradually it cleared near the broken window. My blurry eyes adjusted to the harsh fluorescent lights.

What I saw next was something I could never have prepared for.

Jaehyun and Irene stood in the middle of the kitchen. On the table between them was a silver device, about the size of a record player.

It was the first time I really took in the room. The walls were splattered with dark red stains that trickled down in thin streams, pooling quietly on the floor. Bloody? Jaehyun held a large knife in his hand, the metal catching the light. Irene stood next to him, holding a wooden spoon covered with something that looked like long, wriggling strands, like oversized worms. I stayed quiet, my eyes then drawn to a pot on the stove, still bubbling gently.

In the corner, I noticed… my brother’s pajamas tossed into a pile.

Some strands of his soft black hair clung to the edge of the pot. I knew it was him, because in the boiling bloody pot the face turned-

My feet felt glued to the floor as the awful smell overwhelmed me. My eyes stung, and my throat felt tight… I couldn’t even cry out. Jaehyun lunged toward me, but I was quicker, and he stumbled forward, falling hard on his front face into a puddle of… Doyoung's blood.

Irene grabbed the cleaver and hurled it toward the door just as I shoved it open and dashed out. I dashed for the unlocked door! I threw myself into the truck, fumbling with the keys until they finally slid into the ignition. I saw Irene running after me, but I hit the gas and sped away. I wasn’t an experienced driver, but finding help was all that mattered.

Tears blurred my vision as the agonizing screams echoed behind me. Panic took over, and I felt myself unraveling while racing through the Neo City woods. I howled in despair, sometimes even throwing up what little I had left in my stomach. The awful smell clung to me, and the walls of the car seemed to close in. I’m sure I nearly swerved off the road several times, but I didn’t care.

They killed Doyoung. They had killed my brother and chopped him up and cooked him.

I banged my head against the steering wheel as the horn blared into the quiet night. Warm blood trickled down the side of my face, soaking into my hair. My vision began to fade, growing dark at the edges. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been driving before I spotted a car pulled over on the side of the road. A man was crouched down, checking one of his front tires. I slammed on the brakes, jumped out of the truck, and closed the door behind me. A bit of vomit stuck to the corners of my mouth.

Dried blood stained my face, tears still streaming down like a waterfall. He was an older man, his face lined with wrinkles and streaks of gray running through his dark hair. I must have startled him because he took a cautious step back, eyes wide with worry.

“You need to help me!” I cried out weakly breathing. “They killed my brother- they killed him and they- they killed him-”

I remember collapsing to my knees, howling in pain. The man tried to help me up, but I struggled, thrashing in his arms. Through my fit, I could faintly hear his panicked voice, trying to get me to respond. “Who?” He shouted over my own loud sobs. “Who killed your brother?” He asked. I shook my head quickly, struggling to catch my breath. The wind rushed past my ears as I tried to speak. The last thing I could make out were his eyes, shining in the darkness, as I managed to whisper the name of the diner through the pain. Then I collapsed onto the asphalt, and everything went black.

..

They later told me I had been unconscious for about three weeks, a coma unlike anything the doctors had ever seen. When I finally woke up, I screamed. I was screaming for Doyoung, for someone to help him, for someone to believe me.

..

To this day, no one talks about it. The little I heard, the more unbelievable everything seemed. Red’s Café & Family Restaurant was torn down in the late 2000’s, long before my brother and I ever arrived that summer night. Apparently the seemingly friendly owners trapped their victims in the motel and devoured them, bones and all. The place was shut down, barricaded, and burned to the ground. Jaehyun and Irene were sentenced to death in 2002, decades before Doyoung and I pulled up to that cursed place.

I later found out they had murdered over twenty travelers who crossed their path, including… motorcycle gangs, groups of teenagers, even a woman and her young daughter. I was only 17 then, Doyoung 27. I’m almost certain the police thought I was on drugs. I was a mess—broken, terrified. They kept telling me that Red’s Café & Family Restaurant didn’t even exist anymore.

When the man who found me finally took me to the police, I was in hysterics. I screamed at them, begging them to believe me— that those monsters had killed my brother. I don’t know how they couldn’t see it in my eyes. But all they saw was madness. They saw a scared, broken girl.

I was handcuffed and shoved into the back of a patrol car. They drove me back to the spot where Doyoung and I had turned, where the restaurant had stood just hours before. But it was gone just an empty lot. No sign. No motel. Nothing to show that anyone had ever been there.

It was like the nightmare had swallowed everything whole. And I was left alone with the memory and the loss that no one wanted to believe. Even the car that we drove- that I drove when escaping the place wasn’t there…

I tried to explain. I cried for what felt like forever. I had slept in that bed at the motel. I was trying to let them know that I slept there with my brother… and that it was real. I had sat in that final red booth where my brother and I had talked to the Jung’s as they served us. I had seen the people at the tables, smelled the food- I had been there. Yet no one believed me.

The cops had the nerve to accuse me of murdering Doyoung. What’s worse… They never found his body. His final resting place had vanished into thin air. My case was thrown out for lack of evidence.

But the years of pain never stopped.

The judge was convinced I was a danger— that I needed to be locked away. So they threw me in here. This is where I’ve been ever since the summer of 2027.

I’m a grown woman now, writing this story down as a desperate cry for help hoping that someone, somewhere, will finally believe me. “I am not insane.” I tell my psychiatrist everyday. There’s no way I could have made any of this up.

I felt it.

I lived it.

This isn’t all in my head.

But that’s what the doctors and psychiatrists have been telling me for years. Trying to convince me that it’s all just a product of my mind. Sometimes, I even wondered if maybe I had imagined it all. The medication they pump into me has turned my brain to mush.

But deep down, I know the truth. I didn’t imagine any of it.

I still have Doyoung’s inhaler. I hold it every day, never letting go. It’s the only thing I have left to remind me that my brother was real. It’s the only piece of proof I hold onto now… the one thing they can never take away from me.

As younger siblings often do, I absolutely adored my big brother, Doyoung. He will always be my big brother, and I will always be his little Y/n. But I don’t know where he is… and that’s probably what haunts me the most. Any trace, any evidence that could have brought his killers to justice, just disappeared without a trace.

I pray every day to the Lord that wherever he is now, he’s happy. Because to me, he was my savior—my protector who rescued me, cared for me, and never let anyone hurt me. Not a single day passes when I don’t think about his goofy grin, his bright eyes, and his big, loving heart.

I only wish I could have done more for him.

You won’t find anything about Red’s Café & Family Restaurant, or Kim Doyoung anywhere online. It’s as if our tragedy was meant to be forgotten… and only remembered by me…

No one like Mark even existed… And I’m feeling so… insane. How could I have imagined it all? No way. There’s no way I managed a life I never lived… I remember it all. The frozen chicken, the phone call, the drive… How could I have dreamt it all… No…

I know I’m not mad.

There is a road in the middle of Neo Tech Valley- if you take the right turn… at just the right spot… you might catch a ghostly glimpse of a diner…

Full of life and laughter even after 23h30…

Don’t go inside.

Just keep driving and don’t look back.

Apparently, it’s not real…

But if you happen to see it…

And through the window you see… a boy at the window, with mousy black hair, kind eyes, and that gentle smile…

Just could you… wave at him for me. And shout out into the night that his Y/n loves him and misses him so much.

… Tell him she’s sorry she couldn’t do more.

[daemour]

Pairing: heiress! Bae Joohyun x gn! Reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff, mentioned arranged marriage

Warnings: arguing, some manipulation, suggestive content (13+)

Summary: When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands

Word Count: 713

Tipsy drabbles are back with a vengeance! Hope you guys enjoy it <3 its a short one hehe

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“Miss Joohyun,” you practically sprint after your friend and employee, the soon-to-be wife of the business mogul Beomjun Kim. “Whatever is the matter?”

Joohyun spins around, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in a perfect display of discontent. In this moment, you’re struck with her ethereal beauty once more. Having worked with her for almost half your life, you’re rarely caught off-guard by it. But at this moment, she looks ready to strike you down, like the queen she is supposed to be.

“‘Whatever is the matter’, you ask? The matter is that I have no choice in my future. No chance at finding my own love!” Joohyun’s eyes flash. “And that, that pig is going to be my husband? He has no clue how to run his business, much less the combined efforts of both our families. And yet, my parents decided to have him be the one for me to marry?”

Your eyes widen at the blatant disrespect Joohyun has displayed, your eyes darting around to make sure no one else is within earshot. “Miss Joohyun! You know he’s already part of the board of your father’s company! You can’t say such things.”

Joohyun scoffs. “I’d much rather die than be with him for the rest of my life.” She stalks forward, reaching out to grab your hands. “(Y/N), you’ve got to understand me. You can’t possibly want me to be married to that thug either.”

Your mouth opens and closes as you stare at her. “I–” Joohyun blinks at you, the epitome of innocence although you both know that’s far from the truth. In the many years you and your family have served the Bae family, you’ve grown fond of the young woman who grew up alongside you. And she has found company in you as well. But her feelings surely do not match yours. “I’d rather you found someone you genuinely cared for, Miss Joohyun. But I cannot sway your parents’ decisions.”

Joohyun’s eyebrow raises. “I’m not asking you to. Lord knows their decisions will never change. But there is something we can do.” She leans in, her breath fanning over you and everything in you stiffens. “Run away with me.”

You blink once, twice. “What?” It comes out as a whisper, and Joohyun chuckles at the look on your face.

“Run away with me, (Y/N). Come on. Ever since we got older, we’ve hardly had time to spend with each other. I don’t want to marry Beomjun, and you can’t possibly want to work for my family for the rest of your life. It’s mutually beneficial.”

A frown pulls at the corner of your lips. “But I can’t possibly upend my life like that. My family would be devastated. I want to go with you, but I can’t bring myself to.”

Joohyun’s facial expression changes. Not to disappointment, or anger, but something else you can’t place. Something akin to a cat getting ready to pounce. “(Y/N),” she hums, leaning in just a tad more, and your breath catches in your throat. “Couldn’t you come with me, because I want you there?”

And before you can protest any more, Joohyun leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes squeeze shut. It’s what you’ve dreamt of at night when no one is away but your shallow breaths as you sneak a hand down your pyjama pants. A daydream you find yourself in as you clean the kitchen, imagining her slender arms wrapping around your waist as she presses kisses below your ear.

Deep in your mind, you know she doesn’t love you, not in the way she’s promising. The daughter of a business mogul, Joohyun is an expert in manipulating feelings. But maybe you’re so far gone, that if she wants you to believe she loves you, you’ll let yourself fall.

“If you want me, you can have me,” you murmur, and Joohyun’s face brightens at your quiet defeat. The sight of it makes a warmth bloom in your gut and you let a smile grace your face although your brain is screaming for you to pull back.

Living in a lie is worth it as long as she looks at you. Even if it’s not the way you look at her.

[seullovesme]

jealousy drabble with irene pretty please? 🥹

jealousy w/ bae irene

pairing ⥬ irene x reader

warnings ⥬ irene is clingy and possessive, reader is oblivious

jealousy series

irene is not shy when it comes to expressing her jealousy, i mean, the girl is an open book! spare another girl a small glance and she’s clinging to you. maybe it sprouts from her extreme competitiveness because she can’t handle the thought of someone else getting too comfortable with what’s hers, so she makes sure that it will never happen!

the barista was definitely doing nothing but providing good customer service, but irene couldn’t help that death stare she gave her. clearly this worker was trying to start something when she gave you a smile, right? irene’s arm snaked around yours as you went to pay for the drinks, an action you didn’t pay much attention to since she was always touchy, but it was not just because she liked physical contact. the smug look was picked up by the employee, who nervously chuckled and quivered at how scary your short girlfriend was. the girl held out a receipt with your order number to you, but irene quickly snatched it, spinning the piece of paper to find any secret messages. you thanked the worker and led the bae to a small table, completely oblivious to her jealous tendencies.

the other times when you actually noticed was when you were hanging out in a group setting. she didn’t care how well you knew them, too close and she was livid. it never reached the kind of anger that made her lash out, but it got close. the girl your friends added to the friend group was almost a victim to her wrath after she flirted with you, but to be fair, she was unaware of your relationship. if she knew your girlfriend could turn into the terminator, then she would have never done so. you could’ve sworn that the moment irene heard you tell her that she even attempted to make a move, she got red in the face and puffed her chest like a cartoon character. she made sure to come to the next meet up, making her presence known. not a single second was spent separated as she held onto you the entirety of the day, her small hands gripping your arm. the girl was intimidated by irene’s persistence and kept her distance. you can still remember how irene looked like she had won a battle, but you didn’t have it in you to tell her it was totally one-sided because the girl had already apologized for possibly disrespecting your relationship by flirting. you knew she meant no harm. plus, it got you a super clingy bunny. a win is a win.

[uns4lted]

ꜱᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴘᴛ. 2 ᴡ/ ᴄʜɪɢɪʀɪ ʜʏᴏᴍᴀ, ɴᴀɢɪ ꜱᴇɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ, & ʙᴀᴄʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇɢᴜʀᴜ

characters: blue lock pairings: chigiri x gn! reader, nagi x gn! reader, bachira x gn! reader genre: fluff a/n: as promised, here's so high school pt. 2 with chigiri, nagi, and bachira! might do reo, rin, and sae next, who knows? :>

drabble series: So High School pt. 1 , So High School pt. 3

── .✦ chigiri hyoma

The field is alive with energy as Chigiri sprints down the sideline, his crimson hair flying like a streak of fire behind him. You’re standing in the crowd, eyes locked on him as he moves—swift, elegant, and completely in his element. There’s something about the way he commands the field that keeps you glued to the spot, heart pounding a little harder with each of his strides.

Your friends are talking beside you, cheering, but it all fades into the background. The only thing you can focus on is him. Chigiri, with his effortless speed and quiet confidence, seems untouchable. It’s like he’s in a world all his own, unreachable, and yet, here you are, hopelessly caught up in his orbit.

As he slows down for a moment, his eyes sweep over the crowd—and your breath catches in your throat. His gaze locks on yours. It’s brief, just a fleeting second, but it’s enough to send your heart into overdrive.

For the smallest moment, Chigiri’s lips curl into a smile—barely noticeable, but there. You blink, wondering if you imagined it. But no, that smile was real. And just like that, he’s back in the game, his attention on the ball, leaving you standing there, heart racing, cheeks warm.

The match goes on, but you can’t stop replaying that moment in your mind. The way his eyes found yours in the crowd, the quiet smile that made everything around you blur. It feels like nothing… and yet, it feels like everything.

Maybe he’s just like that—carefree, always in motion, noticing things in passing. But you can’t help but wonder if, for just a second, you stood out in his world too.

── .✦ nagi seishiro

The classroom is quiet, sunlight streaming through the windows as you sit next to Nagi, working on a project. Well, you’re working—he’s sprawled in his chair, his head resting on the desk, more interested in his phone than in the papers scattered between you. His eyes are half-lidded, and his white hair falls messily over his face, giving him that effortlessly cool look. You try to focus, but it's hard when he's so close.

“Sei,” you say, nudging him with your elbow. “We’re supposed to be working on this.”

He doesn’t even look up, just mumbles, “This is boring… Can’t we do it later?”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a part of you that’s amused. That’s just how Nagi is—lazy, laid-back, like nothing really matters. It drives you crazy sometimes, but there’s something oddly comforting about his presence too. You glance over at him again, and this time he’s staring at you, his phone forgotten.

“What?” you ask, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.

He blinks, slowly, like he’s deciding whether or not to speak. “You’re too serious about this stuff. It’s just a project.”

You open your mouth to argue, but then he reaches over, poking your cheek with a lazy grin. “Relax,” he says, his voice soft, “You’re cute when you’re stressed, but it’s not worth it.”

Your face warms instantly, and you turn away, trying to hide your reaction. But Nagi’s still looking at you, now with a small, satisfied smirk, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Let’s just take a break,” he suggests, stretching his arms over his head and settling back into his seat. His hand lingers on yours for a second, barely noticeable, but enough to make your heart skip.

You try to focus on your work, but it’s impossible now. With him sitting there, so close yet so distant, and his words still echoing in your mind, all you can think about is that tiny, fleeting touch—and how much you wouldn’t mind if it happened again.

── .✦ bachira meguru

It’s well past school hours, and most of the campus is empty, but not you and Bachira. He had this wild idea to sneak onto the soccer field after everyone left—because why not? With Bachira, things always seem to happen that way, random and spontaneous, like he’s chasing something only he can see.

You’re both lying on the grass now, staring up at the fading sky, your backpack discarded somewhere behind you. Bachira rolls onto his side, a playful grin on his lips, his golden eyes catching the last bit of sunlight. “You ever wonder what it’d be like to just… run forever?” he asks, his voice quiet but full of that childlike excitement you’ve come to associate with him.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Run forever? No thanks. I’d probably pass out after five minutes.”

He laughs, that infectious sound that always makes you smile no matter how hard you try to stay serious. “Nah, not like that,” he says, nudging your shoulder. “I mean, like… running after something, but not knowing what it is. Just running because it feels right.”

Typical Bachira. Always chasing something, even if it’s only in his head. You turn your head to look at him, and for a moment, he’s quiet—something rare for him. His gaze is fixed on the sky, but there’s something softer in his expression, like he’s thinking about something that matters more than his usual playful antics.

“What are you chasing, then?” you ask, half curious, half teasing.

He glances at you, and his smile shifts into something more sincere. “I don’t know yet,” he says, shrugging, “but maybe I’ll know when I catch it.”

For a second, there’s something in the way he looks at you that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s fleeting, though, because in the next moment, he’s sitting up, springing to his feet and offering you a hand.

“Come on,” he says, his grin returning. “Let’s go! Race me!”

You laugh, taking his hand as he pulls you up, already sprinting ahead like he always does—like he’s chasing something that might just be you.

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[throneofsapphics]

hi!!! I love your writing! can I have a hazelnut latte with ice? (slides tip across table)

❤️

hi! I love you!! this was fun to write, thank you

summary: azriel, heartbreak, angst

warnings: angst

coffee bar celebration

“Don't you get it?” He said in that cold, bored voice that sent chills up your spine. “I don't want to love you anymore.”

That pathetic part of you clung onto what else it meant, it meant that he did still love you. Another part recognized the true meaning, your love is a chain, binding and tying him down and away from what or potentially who he truly wants.

“I can't stop loving you.”

“I know,” he didn't hesitate before the next words, but you wished he had, “and it's killing me.”

Four words took each part of you and shattered them, knocking them down into tiny irreplaceable piece.

Your love is killing me, you read the words through the tainted bond between you. A living, festering thing.

A shadow brushed against your neck, a soft comforting gesture. You gently shooed it back to its master.

Six feet apart when you used to stand less than a foot apart at all times, used to be attached at the hip, inseparable for centuries.

“Why?” Was the only word you could manage, even then it was a breathy, weak thing. Pathetic.

This time, he hesitated.

Something so rarely seen on the spymaster. Not your mate, or your lover, the spymaster now. If you meant so little to him, then with a little time you could force him to mean nothing to you.

“It's not working,” there was more, you knew it.

”Who is it?”

“There doesn't have to be someone.”

That, right there, confirmed it for you.

“Tell them I hope they burn in hell.”

Azriel flinched, but there was no part left of you to feel guilt.

[officialdaydreamer00]

✦ If I may ask, is it wrong for a mortal to wish for a god? May my hopes and dreams to embrace Idia be brought to fruition? Or will they just be scattered like stars in the sky..?

I apologize for two Idia asks already, sadly he is on of my favorites ✧

"... Child of mortals, one truth you must understand

To love a god, a great risk you put in your hands

Tragedies shall ensue, for the ichor you lack

For love should a god falls, there is no turning back."

pairing: idia shroud x reader

content: short drabble, hurt/probably no comfort, character death, ichor's effect on humans is probably inaccurately described (on purpose btw), idia has yet to meet his persephone here, angst :) , greek mythology

the oracle speaks — this hurts my soul to write (not really but still)

The Fates cannot save you now. I am sorry, my child.

— you couldn't breathe.

each inhale was a wave of pain you had to endure. your lungs felt like they were burning, it made everything physically hurt to just breathe.

tears poured out from your dulling eyes like rivers, its coolness was like a salve to your burning skin. but it wasn't enough.

what had you done to deserve a fate like this?

"no... no, nonononononono—" you heard a familiar voice muttered, then a pair of arms wrapped around your sore body, cradling you in his hold. "this- this wasn't supposed to happen—"

his cool hand cupped your cheek, sending yet another painful throb to your brain. it took you everything to even open your eyes, bloody lips stretched into a pained smile as you saw his distinctive glowing blue hair. wisps of blue fire caressed your skin, light like feathers.

"i'm sorry, my king." your throat felt dry, the beautiful voice he adored hearing was now reduced to mere rasps. oh, how it felt like godly stabs to his immortal heart, seeing you in such a state.

his mind briefly wandered to just a moment before, when the ichor he spilt had made its way onto your delicate mortal skin. thus, putting you on the line to the underworld for eternity to come. you would be with him, still, it was just not the same.

tears pooled the corner of his eyes, he wondered if this was his fault, or it was a cruel destiny the fates had set for him. his cold lips pressed a kiss on your burning forehead, a grim reminder of your horrible demise.

"you deserve to reach elysium. i will make sure of it." he murmured, holding back his tears as he witnessed the fates snip your cord, ending your suffering at last.

his quiet voice, laced thick with sorrow was the last thing you heard, before you fell into a slumber, never to wake up again.

"I am so sorry, my love."

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[minimultiestfandoms]

”*°• *.* ˜”*°• ! red velvet masterlist ! •°*”˜ *.* •°*”

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[drivinmeinsane]

👉👈could i ask for more male lactation, like as a drabble ask or sumting

I'd be more than willing to do a lactation drabble. But what character(s), anon? 👀

[cawcawkarasu]

Secret Blind Date

“C’mon, Albert dear, I promise you this will be the last blind date I set you up on! I’ll resign if you don't go well with this one!” A gorgeous voice from a blonde said.

Albert, the older brother of the Moriarty household, sighed. “Easy for you to say, Irene. You really don't feel uneasy dating that Honeypenny of yours?”

“Mmmm, and why should I?” Irene prepped up her wig a little more.

Albert just couldn't figure out the easygoing features of his little sister, “What if mom and dad-”

“Ssshhh,” Irene stopped her brother with a forefinger, “That will be a matter for later. Just enjoy it for now.”

The brunette was still stunned every time he saw his little sister changed into a man. A very handsome young man.

Irene checked on her brother for the last time and smiled from her heart, “Make it work this time.”

.

All eyes followed when Albert went into the restaurant. Not as high end as the previous blind dates, the restaurant was decorated with greeneries and the vibes of a countryside that Albert actually preferred.

He wasn’t expecting anything from his blind date, before he saw a blonde with two bright scarlet eyes walking nearer to his spot. The woman had that grace and humbleness that Albert always longed for. Her cute side bangs curled at the end and the side braids made her face shine.

“Mr. Albert Moriarty?”

The brunette froze before finally standing up and took the woman’s hand in his. “And what should I call you?”

“Elle would be fine.”

Both Albert’s green eyes couldn't leave those beautiful thin lips that bloomed into a smile. Was the smile genuinely for him? Those scarlet eyes, boring deep into his soul. Were they all just for a show, he wondered?

.

“I shall take you home, Elle.” They went out of the restaurant hand in hand, Albert leading them to his car.

“I think-”

“I insist.”

There were no objections until they both got inside and Albert started the car. Elle exhaled before saying, “Albert, before we continue-”

“William.”

Albert interrupted her with a name, and Elle dared to look him in the eyes through the front mirror.

“William was my best friend,” Albert started.

“No, he was my lover,” he corrected, “He has been missing for six months, but I cannot move on from him.”

The young man slowed down and saw his partner with sad eyes, “You reminded me so much of him, Elle. I’m sorry, I worry my feelings will stand in the way if we continue.”

To his surprise, Elle was in tears, her trembling hands on her mouth.

To Elle, it was the confession he needed.

.

“Ireneee!!!”

Albert found his sister in her room, already dressed back into her gorgeous nightgown.

Irene smiled so wide when Albert fumed into her chamber. “How did it go, dear brother?” She dared to send him her best wink despite all the rage coming out from her brother.

“Why don't you tell me???” The brunette felt his stomach turn around and he wobbled to his sister’s bed.

Irene watched her dear brother calm down, her hands gently caressing the wide back of the eldest. “It will be okay. It’s his decision, and I just helped him with the paperworks. It doesn't mean he will turn into a woman or anything. Just two entities.”

“I’m ashamed,” Albert murmured to his palm, “You guys went through that and I didn't do a thing!”

“Oh, how much we tried to hide it from you!” Irene giggled. “But it's fine, now.”

“It’ll be fine.”