#undercut seokmin...

[seokminfilm]

mine / lee seokmin

⭐ pairing lee seokmin x reader warnings non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, suggestive (??), boyfriend seokmin, possessive seokmin SJLKFS, mentions of jealousy, down bad seokmin, LOTS of kissing (it's a lowkey makeout session), pet names: love (reader's), seok (his), mentions of svt members (specifically seungkwan & hoshi) summary in which you see a side of seokmin you never knew existed. lyr's notes possessive seokmin...sorry not sorry FJSKLEJ anyways undercut seokmin is my roman empire 👏 prepare for me to use these pictures for the next 10 fics thank you and good night!! now playing call out my name / the weeknd word count 613 written for @kstrucknet

seokmin's hands roamed your body as you leaned against the counter, staring at him with starstruck eyes as he glowered into yours.

"you don't know what you do to me, love." his voice is heavy as he presses into you, breath tickling your neck as he leans down to brush his lips over your collarbone. seokmin's touch is feather-light on your exposed skin, tracing tiny circles into your body as he studies the way you unravel under him.

soonyoung and seungkwan had habits of making themselves friendly with whoever they were sitting with, and of course, this time had to be you. their hands were on you every few minutes, and when you fell on their shoulders, doubling over in laughter, seokmin felt something inside him break.

seokmin knew his friends were too harmless to do anything to steal you away from him, and also knew both wouldn't do something like that, but seeing you stare up at them with the smile you gave seokmin when you wanted him to devour you made seokmin see stars.

you knew how possessive seokmin was getting, taking note of the hand permanently rested on your lower back and the closeness of seokmin's lips on your ear when he whispered to you. the darkness of his usually honey brown eyes as seungkwan complimented your outfit. the silent urge to want to prove the power he had over everyone in that room.

the lingering feeling of possession was contagious, and it was a surprise to see this darker side of your usual sunshine boyfriend. you didn't remember the last time seokmin had reacted like this.

and so, when seokmin had made an half-assed excuse about how he needed to get you home so you could get your beauty sleep (which wasn't all wrong), and rushed you to the car without saying a word, you knew you had pushed him to his limit.

now, here you were, pressed into the couch as seokmin planted light kisses all over your face. his lips hovered near your mouth, lightly brushing yours as he stared at you through his eyelashes. his nose gently poked your cheek, dragging along your jawline as his kisses trailed up and down your neck.

"you know you're mine, right?" seokmin's voice had softened a little since before, and you nod, arms going around seokmin's neck as you lean into him. "i do."

"all mine? no one else's?" the question in his voice makes your legs go weak, but you nod anyways, smile biting at your lips as you nod. "all yours. no one else's."

"why were you acting like that? letting them touch all over you like that." seokmin had a slight pout to his voice, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb runs over your lips. you let out a small sigh, shaking your head as the words fail to form for a second.

"i wasn't acting like anything. i just...i wanted your attention, seok." you flush a tomato red, and seokmin smiles, a smile that's pure and warm despite the position you two are in.

"all you have to do is ask for my attention, love. i'm all yours. any day, any hour, any moment. just say the words, and i'm yours." seokmin's voice is nothing more than a seductive whisper as he presses another kiss to your trembling lips, promising you everything before he kisses you some more.

and as seokmin lays you down on the couch, bare stomach revealed with seokmin's lavender chapstick staining your warm body, your shallow breath quickening, you realize that he truly meant what he said to you earlier.

you were all his. all his and no one else's.

[seokminfilm]

debut seokmin's bangs are just a necessary part to who i am as a cutie's g 🧍i have a lot to say about these cute icons (especially the third one) BUTTT i'll just rant a bit in tags to save you some time

dk (도겸) seventeen (세븐틴) icons 🎧

[yasdosol]

Seventeen e coisas bobinhas de casal 💛

♡ - seungcheol — undercut com inicial

seungcheol é do tipo que não teria vergonha nem medo de fazer algo assim, porque ele não se envergonha de mostrar que já é de alguém e que está apaixonado. cortes com undercut combinam com ele, e ele se aproveitaria disso para ter um design especial que contenha a inicial da pessoa que ama. seria algo discreto, algo mais significativo, que só quem sabe, sabe. ele faria questão de sempre postar fotos onde apareça a inicial, principalmente se for com você.

♡ - jeonghan — flores

jeonghan é do tipo que daria flores para a pessoa amada em qualquer oportunidade. se tivessem num campo, por exemplo, ele iria aparecer de repente com uma florzinha na mão para te dar, com o sorriso mais doce no rosto. em ocasiões especiais ainda mais, mas ele também poderia te surpreender com um buquê inesperado, em um dia considerado qualquer. é uma mistura de romance com simplicidade.

♡ - joshua — brincar com o cabelo

joshua é do tipo que, quando em público, ficaria enrolando o dedo carinhosamente no seu cabelo, quase que no automático, enquanto estivesse concentrado em outras coisas — como conversar com os amigos que estivessem na roda de conversa. quando estivesse no privado, você deitaria com a cabeça no colo dele e ele iria te fazer cafuné até dizer chega. ele adoraria fazer tranças e qualquer penteado no seu cabelo, em um gesto carinhoso (pois ele é um cavalheiro).

♡ - jun — foto de perfil

jun é do tipo que tiraria varias fotos espontâneas das pessoas que ele gosta, e alguma dessas fotos — uma sua, óbvio — seria a escolhida para ser a foto de perfil dele. mesmo se você reclamasse por ser exposição sua, ele não tiraria e ainda faria questão de te irritar de brincadeira com isso, mas no fundo ele só quer, de algum jeito, mostrar às pessoas a garota que ele mais gosta no mundo. ele teria vários álbuns separados para cada tipo de foto, mas você seria um álbum a parte e teria a maior quantidade de fotos entre todos.

♡ - hoshi — polaroids na capinha

hoshi é do tipo que não tem vergonha de mostrar seu amor para tudo e todos, nem um pouco. ele andaria para cima e para baixo com polaroids dos dois (ou só suas) e faria questão de expô-las — deixando a capinha do celular virada para cima, por exemplo. ele iria falar sobre as fotos e os 'por trás das câmeras' para todos com animação.

♡ - wonwoo — ganhar pelúcias para dar

wonwoo é do tipo que facilmente consegue ganhar brinquedos e pelúcias em máquinas e daria todos à sua pessoa amada. ele acha um ótimo mimo porque são lembranças, sempre que você olhar para o bichinho de pelúcia você lembraria daquele dia — e dele. sempre que vocês passassem por alguma máquina de bichinhos de pelúcia, ele iria parar, perguntar para você qual dos bichinhos você quer, pegar ele e te dar. ele amaria fazer encontros em fliperamas e coisas assim, então isso aconteceria frequentemente e você teria que separar um canto no seu quarto só para guardar esses presentinhos que ele te dá.

♡ - woozi — dedicar músicas

jihoon é do tipo que saberia exatamente uma música para cada situação, até porque ele e música estão profundamente conectados, então seu repertório é muuuito extenso. e mesmo que ele não tenha alguma música para uma situação específica, ele tem a livre capacidade e habilidade para criar uma. vocês teriam muitas músicas só de vocês, e você teria várias músicas — feitas por ele — especialmente para você. ele tocaria e cantaria todas com muito carinho quando vocês estivessem juntos. você seria a inspiração dele.

♡ - dk — escrever na praia

seokmin é do tipo que deixaria rastros de vocês por onde passasse, e escrever iniciais, os nomes de vocês, 'eu te amo's, mensagens, carinhas, corações, data de namoro... na areia da praia são ótimos exemplos. ele iria se agachar na areia, fazer o que quer fazer e depois iria olhar para você com um sorriso gigante e, por consequência, os olhos como dois riscos. às vezes, você não iria saber se olha para as escritas na areia, ou para o seokmin.

♡ - mingyu — elástico no pulso

mingyu é do tipo que veria alguma menina dando um elástico de cabelo seu para o namorado usar no pulso e iria querer fazer igual. é algo simples mas que já diz muito, não tem erro, e ele quer exatamente isso. além de que ele iria achar estiloso usar, por parecer ser um acessório — o que passaria a ser, pois ele usaria sempre. e por causa de ele sempre estar usando-o, você poderia considerar aquele elástico como um de emergência. se você se esquecesse de levar um e quisesse prender o cabelo, ele iria adorar amarrar seu cabelo com aquele. ele sempre te mandaria foto para mostrar que está usando.

♡ - minghao — mensagens e desenhos em post its

minghao é do tipo que deixaria post its grudados por aí antes de sair, para você ler quando acordasse ou chegasse em casa. poderia ser desenhos, algumas coisas que você não pode se esquecer de fazer ao decorrer do dia, reclamações de algo que você fez ou deixou de fazer em casa — como esquecer de comprar algo que estava faltando — ou mensagens de 'eu te amo <3'. mesmo que ele possa não expressar muito com palavras ditas, ele iria mostrar sua preocupação e amor com notas curtas coladas na geladeira.

♡ - seungkwan — camisa com seu nome

seungkwan é do tipo que, talvez não mostrasse tanto em público quanto os outros, talvez ele ficasse até um pouco tímido, mas ele não evitaria. todo mundo que treinasse com ele saberia seu nome, porque em todo treino ele vai com a camisa que tem seu nome atrás, e ele não tem vergonha disso. ele teria várias fotos mostrando a parte de trás da camisa, com orgulho. e cada ponto marcado seria dedicado a você.

♡ - vernon — anéis com a cor dos olhos

vernon é do tipo que gosta de coisas simples, mas com significado. esse tipo de acessório é a junção perfeita dos dois. algo que só vocês teriam, personalizado por vocês. os olhos são a porta da alma, e ele concordaria com isso, e misturando isso com o fato de que ele amaria seus olhos, levaria a vocês usando anéis com pedras que combinassem com a cor dos olhos do outro.

♡ - dino — roupas combinando

lee chan é do tipo que ama andar no estilo, então ele te envolveria nisso também. sempre que vocês fossem sair juntos, ele iria perguntar com que roupa você vai antes de se arrumar, e quando ele estivesse pronto e você fosse ver como ele estava, ele estaria com a mesma paleta de cores que você. não seriam necessariamente as mesmas roupas, mas pelo menos uma coisa no outfit de um estaria harmonizando com algo no do outro. se você resolvesse mudar a roupa de última hora ele ficaria chateado pois vocês não estariam mais combinando, e provavelmente iria ficar de bico e iria trocar a roupa dele também.

[danifics18]

🎃  Dance of the Wolves  🎃

Welcome to day one of Spooky Time Drabbles! I have thirty two prompts that I’m going to attempt to pump out in spirit of Spooky Season! If you want to see a continuation of any of these works- let me know! Once I post the majority of my Spooky Time Drabbles, I will be posting any extra smuts, or small continuations. 

Tags : Werewolf! Mingi//PWP//Marking//Slight ass play//cunnilingus//knotting// 

TW: Mentions of blood

Word Count : 4k

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  With a cold breeze skittering down your spine, you place the last box inside your home to look around, figuring out where to place the new Halloween decorations you’d just bought that day.

  Moving away from a big city, to follow the feeling of Wanderlust- as your mother would’ve put it, to end up moving to a much smaller town in a more remote, forest area. It wasn’t even a quarter of the size that your previous town was, but you like it. The neighbors were kind, the community was tight-knit.

  It felt like home.

  And with the feeling of home and wanting to fit in in mind, you decided what better way to fit in than to join the town’s celebration by decorating your house to match the others. 

  Normally, for Halloween, you would’ve left a candy bowl out by your door for anyone in your apartment floor to get, along with hand delivering small bags of candy to your apartment’s security guard - Seokmin - for him and his kids to have, as well as to the elderly couple who lived right down the hall. But, besides that, you weren’t the one to really go out that night, preferring to stay in and watch movies like ‘Halloween Town’ or some other movie that wasn’t deemed as scary. 

  But much to your findings, people here didn’t celebrate Halloween, instead they celebrated something they called ‘The Dance of the Moon’ - where they essentially partied all night at home and at the town square. From what your town mayor , Mr. Song, explained to you, was that hundreds of years ago, the small town had been plagued by wolves. They would go after children, elderly, anyone who couldn’t readily fight back from being eaten. Every time someone was found missing, the townspeople would send a group to kill some wolves; how many people were taken and eaten- that was the amount of wolves that would be killed in return.

  “An eye for an eye,” as the older gentleman had explained, with a hardened look on his face.

  Supposedly, the resolution was found as the town had experimented with what would please the wolves- since back then, the closest town with a decent hunter was days away, and there weren’t enough people to both send out and watch over the rest of the town. The wolves would stop going after a lot of townspeople if there were sacrifices made.

  The Mayor was quick to assure that the legends hadn’t specified human sacrifices- they never exactly said what was sacrificed, really, but for the past thirty years or so, they had been using pigs, goats, or cows that were due to pass on soon. They would drop them off at a specific place in the forest, and knowing that the residents would be safe from any wolves, they would celebrate in the town festival until early dawn. 

  The last piece of information that Mayor Song had dropped on you before he handed you your house key- new residents had to participate in the festival. Seeing that you were the only resident to come in this year- it really is a small town with not a lot of travelers- he asked you to accompany the animals to the post; with his son, Mingi, of course. When you had agreed, Mayor Song had sent you on your way, notifying you that his son would pick you up with his animal hauler at around five, the evening of. 

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  To prepare yourself for the festival- that did make you a little unsettled, but you were sure it was just a stretched out rumor- you spent the week finding whatever Halloween knick-knacks for around the house that you could. 

  You had no plans of dressing up at all for the festival, until one of the ladies- Theresa- working the cash register, had asked if you had your outfit ready yet. With a glace to your face, she had explained that for the festival, people usually wear red, purple, white, and black. It didn’t have to be a full outfit or anything, but you would look like an outsider, since most of the town residents liked their outfits to look from back then. With that in mind, you quickly used up your last days trying to piece together an outfit with the corresponding colors.

  A white, knee-length, lace dress accompanied by a black headband, and purple nail polish. The red garment, however, left you slightly baffled. The only red clothing that you could find was a deep red cloak that you had bought on one of your ‘spurge days’, after getting your first job at seventeen. You didn’t need the item for anything, it just looked so cool that you had to have it. And now, so many years later, you contemplated wearing it- quickly deciding that you’d ask Mingi his opinion when he picked you up, but just in case, you’d wear a lipstick the same shade of red.

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  The day of the festival had left a pit of excitement in your gut. You hadn’t had work today- town’s rules that no work was permitted on holidays, and that included town holidays- and the same goes for tomorrow as well, although, it is asked of residents to come to the festival grounds to help clean up.

  As the day dwindled to late afternoon, you decided to head back home to get into your costume for later tonight, and then wait for the mayor’s son. This would be your first time meeting the boy, the only things you know is that you are the same age as him, and he’s got a deep voice- from what your coworker has told you.

  A loud knock on your front door snaps you out of your thoughts, checking yourself over one last time in the foyer mirror, before opening the door to see a tall man with brown hair- styled in a gelled undercut. 

  “Hi, I’m Mingi, it’s nice to meet you”, the mayor’s son reaches his hand out for a handshake, feeling your fingertips and palm tingle from the contact. Feeling thankful that he can’t notice the blush on your face, you shake his hand and return the greeting.

  You both take a moment to look each other over, and you have to admit, he looks good. He’s dressed in a flowy, long sleeve white shirt that has two untied strings in the front of the collar- showing off the black velvet choker with subtle deep purple moons embellished in the fabric - and a pair of cropped black pants. Looking up to meet his eyes properly, you gasp under your breath.

 Hearing a cow moo in the trailer behind him, he suggests that you guys leave now, before quickly turning to walk to his truck. Walking after him, you thank him as he opens your door for you, before he enters on his own side. 

  Throughout the drive, you both make small conversation about your likes and dislikes, finding out that you both had quite a bit in common. You were both shocked to find that you enjoyed things like Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, and neither one of you really like cake. You found out that he was a nature photographer who used to live a few hours away with some friends; he moved back a couple years prior after he had gotten attacked by some people who were illegally hunting who had mistaken him for an animal. He had plans to move back with his friends, he just felt like he should be back in his home roots for such a big injury. 

  Looking out the window, you try to make out any shapes of the passing by trees- the darkness of the early night made the forest a lot darker, being unable to see anything if it weren’t for Mingi’s headlights. For the next thirty minutes, the only view you could see was the dirt path with the occasional flying creature - probably bat - flying above the truck, before flying into the darkness. 

“We are almost where we need to be, there’s a small cabin that this road leads to. From there we can stop and walk the animals a mile out to the post”, Mingi says, his unnaturally bright, honey-colored eyes flashing over to you- being so bright that you can’t decide if they’re real or not. You’d been wanting to ask him since you had first noticed them, but you didn’t want to be nosy, or feel like you were asking a really obvious question. 

  Soon enough, the trees break away to show a meadow, a cabin and a shed in the middle of the clearing. Pulling the truck to a stop in the make-shift dirt driveway, you both get out and walk to the back end, where Mingi opens the back trailer revealing a single cow and two goats. Mingi hands you the leads for the goats as he takes the cow, and you both start walking down a pathway- stopping frequently when the animals decide to graze at the long grass. 

  Neither you or Mingi made conversation, besides the occasional comment towards the animals. Eventually, you both had made it to a pen of sorts, seeing other animals in the pen as well.

  Giving Mingi a questioning glance, he ignores you, taking the leads from you to walk the animals into the pen, before disappearing to the sheltered building, before coming out with handfuls of hay to give to the animals.

  “There’s no wolves out here, you know?” The tall man finally says, “ No actual wolves. Just me,” he finishes giving you a smile,” I know my father meant well, but I was hoping for this to be more natural.” Confused, you start walking backwards, your heart beating so hard you think it might go through your chest. 

  Not waiting for you to say anything, he continues, "I know you must be confused, but I can explain. You should probably stop walking back though; it is a full moon tonight, and my wolf isn’t in the playful mood tonight- especially not with how you smell.” As his last sentence rings through your ears, you quickly decide to ignore his warning, and run down the path back to the cabin.

  As you pump your legs faster you hear a forced laugh from the man, ”So this is the type of mate I have,” the pen gate rustles behind you, and as much as you want to look back, Mingi’s words make you feel the opposite. With the now red colored moon shining your path, you reach the cabin, not being able to decide what to do next. 

  Apparently, you wouldn’t have any time to decide anyways, seeing that as you started to go to the cabin’s door, a large hand grabs your shoulder, halting you from moving. Being forced to turn around, Mingi stares down at your form breathing heavily. Eyes widening, you start to squirm as you see his eyes now a deep red color, before freezing at the deep rumble that comes from his chest. 

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  “You're not too good at following directions, huh? C’mon, let’s get inside, I’ll make some tea and properly explain since you wouldn’t let me earlier. I won’t hurt you- if I had wanted to do that, I could've done that on the trip here,” He tells you with an unimpressed look, before walking you in front of him, to the cabin. 

  Minutes later, you were sitting down on a couch facing the fireplace with tea in hand, as Mingi sat on the recliner angled to the couch, tea in his hand as well. Taking a sip of his beverage, he clears his throat “ So, I’m sure my dad and some people have been talking about tonight’s festival,” you nod “Okay, well pretty much, my dad told you a different version of the town’s legend. We did try sending animals, but they hadn’t worked, it wasn’t until the town herbalist had offered to go out as a sacrifice instead. Seeing that nothing had worked, previously, and she was a recent widow, everyone let her,” Mingi stopped as he heard your soft gasp,” Apparently, she went out, and she did get attacked.”

  He paused, tilting his head as he asks” Did you know that wolves can tell when a human is pregnant?” You nod your head- you’d seen plenty of videos of how wolves in safe havens had reacted towards pregnant guests. Mingi smiles at your knowledge and continues on,” Well unfortunately, they noticed that she was pregnant after attacking her. As she was dying one of the she-wolves approached her, and somehow gave the human her life force- their spirits joining together. The lady survived, but she was the town’s first werewolf- her son being the first born werewolf. Seeing the power she had, the rest of the pack listened to her. As she went back to the town- the villagers considered it a blessing. It isn’t clear how it happened, but she was able to get the villagers to join their spirits with the pack. Of course there were people who rejected- and they left the village,” Mingi stops again sipping his drink.

  “How does that work though? Would that mean the entire town is full of werewolves? Isn’t that unsafe?” You ask, setting your now empty mug, on your lap. 

  “This has never been a town to get a lot of visitors. After a while of the town learning how to be wolves and humans, there were quite a few attempts to kill the pack from the people who’d left. The first woman, at that point she was what we call a Luna, had heard about a witch a few towns over who might be able to help- so they sought her out. After agreeing to help the witch with a small problem, the witch put a circle around the town. Other supernaturals can find the town- but to humans, this entire place is just forest. The only humans who can come here are like you, they’re mated. Destined to be with someone from here. And that person happens to be with me,” Pausing to gauge your reaction, he continues explaining,” Werewolves have mates, and they’re pretty much soulmates. I can tell because your scent is intoxicating for my wolf, it’s a very homey scent. You will be able to feel the pull the more we are around each other- for now, you’d probably get a ticklish feeling if I were to touch you,” You think back to when you’d shook his hands, and the feeling you got when you brushed against his arm- it makes sense, but earlier you had thought it was just your nerves from being around a handsome guy,” But eventually, you will develop a better sense of smell, and probably better hearing and sight- although it won’t be the same as being an actual werewolf. Unless, that is, you choose to reject me?” He questions with his facing down to look at the unlit fireplace.

  Taking a moment to think, you make up your mind before answering,” What do I have to lose?” You get up to place yourself on Mingi’s lap- something that you wouldn’t have done if it were anyone else, but you knew that you were comfortable with him.

  “I’m in a new town that although it might be new and strange, it still feels right. I definitely don’t understand the whole wolf thing, but there’s plenty of time to learn,” You finish, leaning into the large hand that was placed on your face. Feeling his breath on your face, you close your eyes as he gets closer.

  “I’m glad, now shall we go back to town? Everyone was really excited to be around a new face, you know,” Mingi says, placing a kiss on your nose.

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  Weeks turning into months, and months turning into years; two years precisely, you’d never imagined the day that you’d leave this cozy town that you had considered home.

  You and Mingi had officially started dating two weeks after first meeting- although, typically werewolves never really bothered with the whole dating thing, unless they weren’t mates- and you two were still going strong.

  With an influx of new packmates from a neighboring pack alliance, and Mingi’s need for joining back with his friends- which you had found out were actually his formed pack- you two decided to move away, to the plot of land that they owned.

  When you two had first pulled up to the place, you couldn’t help but scoff at your boyfriend’s words. “Only a small plot of land he says. And Disney World is just a small fair, right?” His only response had been a bashful grin. 

  The place still felt very homey, and very similar to your previous town; being located in the middle of nowhere, it was twenty acres of land, fenced off to show the property lines. It was pretty clever- seeing that when you first pulled into the main road in, it honestly looked pretty inconspicuous, if it weren’t for the big fence surrounding the place. 

  Meeting the pack members had made you a bit nervous, but you soon realized that they reminded you of brothers- very teasing, a little annoying at times, but you cared for them, and they cared for you. 

  Thankfully, you guys didn’t share a house together. It was bad enough that most times, you would wake up to find Wooyoung, Hongjoong, or hell- sometimes the entire pack in your house, eating your food and lounging about. Every pack member had their own individual houses- each spread out, and separated by a lot of trees.

  This was extremely helpful when it came to your boyfriend’s mating season.

  Usually, for his rutts, you guys had been fine for the most part. He hadn’t marked you yet, so of course, he would be a bit more aggressive and testy with the other males. But, unfortunately, his heat this time had definitely taken a toll on you both.

  With him being, essentially, part wolf, he can keep track of your cycles pretty well. If he’d noticed that you were bleeding, he’d be more attentive than usual. Early in your relationship, it had embarrassed you that he could literally smell you, but now - although it does cause some embarrassment - it doesn’t make you feel as weirded out, especially since he only tries to help you.

  But, a big downside of this has been him knowing when you’re ovulating. When this starts, you aren’t really allowed to go anywhere; Mingi’s wolf sees this time as your heat, even though humans don’t actually have one. It’s even worse when your ovulation is timed up with his rutt.

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  Laying on your stomach with your arms crossed under your head, you blink your eyes open, shutting them as the late afternoon sun works its way through your window. As you decide to fall back asleep before your boyfriend awakens, the hand that is wrapped around your waist, tightens; your naked body shifts under the loose sheet as you get moved to your side.

  You attempt to even out your breath to trick your needy boyfriend into thinking you were still asleep. You loved the attention he gave you during this time, but with how long you two were going at it earlier today - hence why you had taken the nap in the first place - you did have a small worry in the back of your head of you both getting over exhausted.

  Your plan quickly got thrown out the door; a growl emitting from the chest behind you, as Mingi rutts his bare length into your lower back.

  Spotting kisses around your neck and shoulder, your boyfriend speaks.

  “You know, I think it’s so cute,” placing a kiss on your shoulder “That you think I can’t tell when you’re awake,” placing a kiss where your shoulder meets your neck “When I can still smell your sweet cunt beg for attention when I barely graze you,” he finishes with a light bite below your ear; a place that makes you breathe out a whine.

  “Mingi, please,” “Please what?”

 Pouting at his teasing, you pull his hand that’s wrapped around your waist, and place it in between your legs- sure that he can feel the accumulated arousal.

  “Please fuck me, I really need it. I really need you,” You beg, tilting your head to the side as much as you can to tantalize him.

  In an instant, you are shoved onto your stomach, Mingi’s thick thighs straddling yours, his long length resting on your butt. Feeling his precum dripping onto you, you grind your ass up to feel some type of friction- being stopped by Mingi grabbing your hair and pulling you back enough for him to whisper in your ear.

  “Little mate, I suggest you not tease me. I would love to make you properly mine- but if you keep acting up, my wolf will take over, and you will be marked and knotted,” His raspy voice makes your eyes flutter back. Inhaling a deep breath, his hand in your hair tightens, as he undoubtedly smells the new wave of arousal gushing out from his words.

  “Please Mingi. Mark me, knot me, I don’t care. I just need you in -!” Your begging gets cut off as you feel your boyfriend crawl down you- him lifting your hips up, and sliding his tongue through your slit.

  Rolling your eyes back as his talented tongue does wonders on you, he grabs your ass cheeks for more leverage. After sliding his tongue into you a few times, mocking what’s next to come, he travels up, licking at the pink hole between your cheeks. Reaching your arms out behind you, you attempt to hold him in place to continue eating you out. Much to your disappointment, he gets back up to his previous position, holding your hands behind you.

  “Baby, hold yourself open for me,” You quickly obey, grabbing your cheeks to present yourself to him.

  His groan fills your ears, before feeling his cock enter you, him only stopping when his lower stomach is fully resting on you. Being left breathless from the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud moan when he pulls out, only to thrust back in- the power of the thrust shaking your form.

After a few more slower thrusts, his resolve finally breaks, as he starts snapping his hips into yours at a faster pace; the room filling with the sounds of moans, and slapping skin.

  Hands having fallen, you grasp the bed sheet, as you raise your hips back to meet Mingi’s thrusts.

  Feeling his cock throb inside you, you moan out, letting him know you’re close. He bends down closer to you, hips pistoning even faster. If it weren’t for the pillow between the wall and the headboard, you knew that there would for sure be a dent in the wall.

  Placing kisses on your shoulder, to sweeten the blow that was prepared to come, he finally finds your sweet spot; biting down on it as he feels you come around his length. Whining at the intensity of the strong orgasm, you don’t notice the trail of blood running down your collarbone, from where your boyfriend was latched onto you.

  Mingi finally pulls back, slowing down his thrusts as he comes, his cock swelling in size and pumping his seed into you directly.

  Gasping out at the slightly uncomfortable feeling, your attempts to wiggle around are thwarted by Mingi laying his upper body on you- turning your face to kiss it. 

  “So this is what knotting is?” you question, as the uncomfortable feeling subsides, having adjusted to his large size “Yes it is. The knot should go down in around twenty minutes- there was a lot that went in, so it’s going to take a little longer than usual,” He replies with a tired yawn.

  Turning over to your sides, you press your upper body against his before falling asleep feeling content.

[shyung-shoes]

what's your favorite hair color/style on each svt member?

anon! hello! this is such a good question alrighty time for critical thinking

under the cut bc idk how to not ramble!

cheol: grey grey grey- like left & right era grey. its SUCH good look and im obsessed. black haired cheol though?? hits a lil different i wont lie!

jeonghan: long pink hair... i miss her bring her back hannie... but also this like curly shaggy brown thing he’s got goin on these days is a Masterpiece

shua: blue/green shua like right after fear era during end of year awards?? that shua?? yeah thats a good one. also the mullet! mullleeettttt

junhui: getting closer era grey!! i feel like the world does not talk about whatever he had goin on then enough bc it was iconic and i Would Like To See It Again

soonyoung: either like bleach blonde or black. but undercut!! under cut is a must!

wonwoo: that one mama performance with curly wonwoo? we all know the one. n e way that wonwoo lives in my mind rent free

jihoon: 24h bright blonde (he also had this in oh my era too i think) is my favorite thing in the world please never leave. and ofc... the undercut....

seokmin: i love light brown seokmin. or just brown seokmin. idk i think he looks so soft and warm with it i love

mingyu: 24H CURLY GYU. NO THOUGHTS HEAD CURLY GYU

minghao: not to get myself demoted from being a hao stan but not the black mullet! im OBSESSED with clap era macaroni cheese colored hair and fear era silver mullet. the silver mullet... gone but never forgotten...

seungkwan: left & right era red or home era blue!! i think the blue hair often gets forgotten bc it looks black under stage lights but she was so good. i also love kwan’s hair longer cause he looks so soft and cozy

vernon: CURLY VERNON!!!! oh my vernon >>>>> extremely honorable mention though is fear era silver fox vernon cause oof!!! rip to vernon stans everywhere with that one

chan: pink. haired. chan. 

[nsfwpinksvnt]

Tired

Pairing: Seokmin x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1,160

Summary: He's tired, but not tired enough to for you

NSFW UNDERCUT

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When people looked at you and Seokmin they could honestly never picture even the idea of you two being intimate. It wasn't like you two were not compatible, it was just that you both oozed so much innocent pure love that's the only thing anyone could picture you to doing. To an extent it was true, it took quite a while for you and Seokmin to get intimate but ever since it's been different. When you two were alone it would be different, so much more different actually. Of course you'd both be the sweet as always towards each other but sometimes you or Seokmin would be so overcome with lust for the other that you'd ravish one another. And it was a day like today where you couldn't help but think of him in such a way. Your body getting goosebumps just thinking about what you two would do when he would get home. Just before you could unbutton your pants the chime to the door went off alerting you that Seokmin had arrived. You composed yourself and waited till he was inside. He looked drenched in sweat and in the state you were in he never looked better.

Seokmin plopped down onto the sofa sprawling his body all throughout, his thighs looking perfect to ride. He was looking up towards the ceiling but when he made eye contact with you, you felt your body clench with anticipation.

"How was your day Seokmin?" You asked sweetly, making your way towards him and claiming your spot right on his thighs.

"Tiring. Very tiring. I'm glad to be home" He sighed deeply before kissing the top of your forehead and playing with your hair. This was such a normal thing between you two but you were so desperate for something else.

"Well I made dinner, you can have that then we can relax the rest of the night..." In your position you were placed perfectly to kiss his neck and like an instinct you did. They were soft at first, Seokmin was a little slow sometimes so he didn't start realizing there was more towards the neck kisses till you started slowly making your way down his body.

"Ah, that explains why your so clingy" Seokmin pushed you away from his chest and placed you right on your knees. It did catch you quiet off guard but when he started pulling out his cock you didn't waste another second.

His breath hitched instantly at your touch. Your tongue going to work at his tip while your massaged and played with his balls. His deep throaty moans making you want him even more than before. The way his hair clung to his forehead with sweat and how his Adam's apple bobbed with each moan made you want to do nothing but please him.

"A-ah, just like that y/n" His hands were tangled in your hair pushing his cock deeper into your throat while you swirl your tongue around. You stopped sucking him off for a second making his grunt in frustration.

"Does it feel good Seokminnie? Does my mouth feel good around your cock?"

His eyes were clouded with lust at this point and it seemed as thought without even thinking twice he shoved his cock back into your mouth and thrust it deeply. Tears were starting to form in your eyes but with the way Seokmin was moaning you could tell he was close. You wanted him just as badly, your panties were soaked and you wanted him to rip them off of you.

"I-I'm gonna c... a-ah shit... I'm gonna cum y/n" He shoved his as much of his cock as possible down your throat as he let out his cum and pulled out. He ended up wiping away the small amount that was dripping from the side of your mouth before pulling you up towards him rubbing your through your shorts.

You started shaking a bit from the burst of pleasure, but this wasn't nearly enough for you.

"More" That's the best you were able to do in the moment and that let Seokmin know exactly what he had to do.

He slowly pulled down his sweatpants and proceeded to do the same to your shorts, throwing them who knows where.

"What do you want baby" he whispered into your eye making your body feel weaker than ever.

"Your cock pounding into me" Seokmin grab onto his length and started rubbing his tip against your clit. Just even that making your go crazy. "I need more Seo- A..hnng" Without warning he shoved his cock into you and started thrusting in out.

"Mmm OH god YES, fuck me!" Seokmins large hands on your ass, him sucking at your neck, his cock deep inside of you, it was all too much but exactly what you needed from him.

"Is that what you like baby?" Seokmin was breathing heavily and enjoying himself just as much as you were. The sound of how wet you were mixed with him thrusting into you was all so much but he didn't want to cum yet. "Is this what you wanted from me?" You were hiding your face in the crook of his neck, hands digging into his chest, body quivering with so much pleasure, you couldn't even respond to him properly. You hummed pathetically in response to him as he continued to absolutely wreck your body.

Seokmin hearing you moan and whine into his skin sent the blood straight to his cock, which only made his thrusting rougher, he could feel himself getting close again.

"Fuck, y/n, I'm gonna cum" He was barely able to get that sentence out of his mouth before you started kissing him with so much neediness. You both were moaning into each other, your wetness dripping onto his thighs and down onto the sofa.

"Cum with me?" You whined in response to Seokmin's question. His thrusting became more erratic and out of rhythm you could tell he was really close.

"Fu-fuck, Seokmin, fill me up, I want it so bad..." Both of you were a mess, you felt like puddy in his arms, his grip around your waist was tightening and that only made you even more sensitive. Your legs were quivering with the overwhelming sense of pleasure. "Ah, holy shit, Seokmin I- I'm gonna cum" You cried out, Seokmin grunted and whined against your neck, you could feel yourself being filled up by his load. His thrust slowly beginning to come to a stop leaving you both out of breath and shaking.

You lifted you heard, that honestly felt like a thousand pounds after all of that.

"I love you y/n"

"I love you so much, Seokmin" He smiled at you and it felt as though your entire soul had been rejuvenated. Words would never be enough to describe how much Seokmin meant to you.

"Let's get cleaned up, you're a very messy girl"

[verngyu-moved]

war, tome, and crown || ch. i

pov: second person (gender neutral reader insert) ⟡ word count: 3k ⟡ genre: adventure, fantasy (renaissance, and v fire emblem inspired), romance (in later chapters; ft slow burn + love triangle oops), ⟡ rating: pg-13 ⟡ warnings: kidnapping, death, body modification (by branding...like..with a hot piece of metal)

⟡ CHAPTER 1 ⟡

“We’re almost at the trade destination, Your Highness. Remember the agreement.” Just do as they say, and no one has to get hurt, you think. Hands tied together and blindfolded, your torso’s wrapped in rope and bound to the soldier that sits in front of you. You’re jolted and shaken by the horse you both ride, unsure of how long it’s been since you were manhandled and forced to ride passenger on horseback. Captured from your palace and taken hostage, you can barely even remember how it got to this point. You’d been sitting on your bed, reading a book about light magic when you were taken by surprise by a burly redheaded man. He had somehow broken into your quarters, managing to sneak up on you and pour a cold liquid onto your head, knocking you out. While you were knocked out, they snuck you out from the palace walls and next thing you knew you’d been tied up and blindfolded.

You hear a male voice, and can only assume it’s the leader of the entire operation since you note that he’s been nagging everyone (including you) since you’d awoken. “We’re selling you for a high profit to ruffians. What they decide to do with you next is not up to us nor is it any of our concern.” The fabric of the blindfold softly brushes against your skin—you would know this texture anywhere, especially as a Matronan royal. “This blindfold is made of velvet, Matrona’s main export...You’re Matronan.” Mumbles of surrounding soldiers cause you to pause before continuing, “You’re betraying your own kingdom. Why?” “With all due respect Your Highness, that is none of your concern. Now, if you would like to live to see the sunrise, I suggest you keep quiet.” The words leave his mouth, cold like stone, stale like bread. After the thieves double check that your wrists are still tightly fastened and the blindfold renders you blind, the horses are ordered to travel to the meeting point, dragging you along for the ride.

The sound of hooves comes to a stop, and your head finally stops wobbling as it presses against a man’s back. You adjust your hands awkwardly, unaware of the thief’s discomfort as you do so. That is, until he speaks up. “You about finished, Your Highness?” he whispers. You guess he’s probably been advised not to speak to you. “Sorry,” you mutter lowly, “it’s been a long ride.” He hasn’t said anything to you the entire journey, and hasn’t shifted much either since it started. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, which is rather small. In fact, on the long trip you’d even started to wonder if he was a she. Now you’re reconsidering your theory upon hearing his voice just now for the first time.

The men around you hop off their horses, boots hitting the solid gravel with a thump, and begin talking. You sigh and close your eyes, not like you see much of a difference since your vision is still obstructed by the velvet blindfold. (Black or very black?)

Abruptly, a loud pounding noise occurs and seconds later you hear noise of the gravel pebbles shuffling. Your rider shifts suddenly, your head jolting back forcibly as his back straightens. “What in the Gods names-” a distant male voice says, but a slicing sound tickles the air and sweetly drifts to your ears.

An ambush.

“Stay still.” The man in front of you grabs the rope binding your wrists, his pinky fingers holding your wrists apart as carefully not to cut you accidentally. There are yells of the men surrounding you—imagining why they’re crying out is not something you want to do. Your heart is beating quickly while the outlaw cuts through the thick material, meanwhile you wonder what will happen when your hands are free. Escaping might not be your best option, but would staying here be better? Your time to decide is running short as horses neigh loudly while shortly after their hooves take off and disappear behind you. Screams and the ringing noise of swords clashing fill your ears to the brim, making you wish you were back in the comfort of your quarters, reading up on the book that one of your retainers Seokmin gave to you as a birthday gift. Where is he now? Did he notice your absence? What’s happening back at the palace? Your mind rushes through every question it has at the moment. And then, it’s like falling, or blacking out—your brain seems to shut down for a split second, as if everything that’s happening is too much for it to process. You’re looking at nothing, at grass, at a plain field. It seems to be early in the morning, the sun isn’t up but it has that glow that hints it’ll be making its way around soon. And your feet...they’re running? Well it looks like I made my choice, you think.

“Get back here!” The man, whose voice you recognize as your rider, yells. You glance over your shoulder, eyeing the blindfold you discarded onto the ground, and in the next moment you topple to the ground, face first into the tall grass, tasting the dirt. You grumble in pain, as you feel the man embracing you from behind. “Hey.” you warn, and when he doesn’t respond you raise your voice, “Hey! Get off of me.” “Apologies, Your Highness.” but he stays still, adjusting both of you so that his hands are firmly holding your wrists. “B-...you’re not...moving..?” you thrash against him, muttering while eyeing some bushes up ahead. “Apologies.” he repeats, refusing to let up. His voice sounds different from how you’ve previously heard it—sounding shy.

“Gods, Minghao.” another male voice says, his voice a loud pant. You were too focused on being plowed into the ground and forcibly mounted by some ruffian that you didn’t notice the other boy’s footsteps growing in volume. “You were supposed to keep her tied to you.” “If we remained on my horse she could have been hurt or taken from us, Wonwoo.” he replies, a stinging sensation of annoyance in his words. Another voice chimes in as you try to angle your head to see the boys who stand behind you two, “Hey, I think it’s really cute that you let her go because you felt bad for her, Hao.” Minghao quickly begins to protest, “I didn’t-...”

Two boys stand next to us, one with a skyscraper body and blonde hair with an undercut styled into a lazy mohawk that compliments his sun-kissed skin. His grin is like that of a wolf, but the rest of his demeanor reminds you of a puppy. He holds a silver axe that almost mimics the form of a sith, its golden handle running through its head that protrudes from both sides. With the tip of the handle sharp and shiny, a purple ribbon is carved and wraps around the rest of its wooden body. At the other end of the handle lies a another sharp end, shaped like a spear head. His sky blue tunic appears darker in the nighttime, as a belt wraps around his waist and navy blue pants peek out beneath the cuts of his tunic to flow into his brown boots, which are covered by matching sky blue armor. More pieces of armor are wrapped around his shoulders like shoulder pads, covered by a pale yellow cape that flows gently in the summer breeze. The other has cool mint hair, matching his cold but alluring eyes. The black tunic that climbs up to his neckline is decorated with gold embellishments, a white cravat nestled in his shirt and poking out beneath the small V-neckline. He wears black pants and boots with grey cuffs at the top. An arm guard is sewn into his left sleeve while his hand holds firm his bow, its blue glow pulsating, and in the middle of its handle a white angel’s wing is carved. It almost looks like his bow is carved out of pearls. He seems intimidating as he makes direct eye contact with you, and you’re reminded of the feeling you had when one of your retainers caught you stealing food from the kitchen.

“You can get off me now.” you practically spit, not only (to be frank) feeling violated, but also extremely embarrassed...seeing as you two now had a growing audience. “Minghao, I think you can get up now.” A wide-eyed black-haired boy echoes in agreement, joining the standing duo, body slim and tall. Wearing a long white sleeve shirt, a short sleeve rosewood pink shirt with three fastened buttons, and a pants in the same shade of faded pink, he looks at you with a smirk. Strapped to his pants belt are two holsters on the side that double as armor and another piece of silver armor slung on one shoulder, its straps wrapping around his waist. The glass lance he carries glimmers and gleams under the moonlight, the point sharp as a knife with a diamond shape carved into the middle of its long stock. You take one glance at his brown corduroy boots before looking away.  You adjust under Minghao, coughing after you spit out some grass that was buried in your gums. “I think that’s the least of his problems, Jun.” The mint-haired boy tells him, “He disobeyed Cheol’s orders.” he then adds, in a lower voice. “Minghao!” a distant voice bellows from behind. “Speak of the devil.” Jun mutters. You feel Minghao’s body tense for a second at the sound of this voice, causing you to shiver, leaving you to assume the leader is on his way over, and he’s not happy. “Get up.” Cheol commands. Minghao quickly rolls off of you, the sound of the grass brushing against him as he put his weight down on it, and then swiftly brushing his body again as he re-positions himself into a firm stance. You scramble to your feet, once again feeling embarrassed—although this time it feels like you’d been caught in a perverse act.

Your eyes find Minghao’s face and you silently watch, unsure of why you’re still there, partly paralyzed by anxiety, partly by intrigue. His long, straight black hair falls in his face covering one amber eye that’s glued to the ground as the leader approaches him. He sports a long black tunic that reaches down to his ankles with a matching black cloak draped around his shoulders. His hands are clasped together in front of his frame as he remains completely frozen. Maybe you weren’t the only one paralyzed from anxiety. “Why didn’t you follow my orders?” Cheol says at once, splitting the silence, “This is the first time you’ve disobeyed me.” Cheol, with brows pulled together and eyes narrowed, the younger boy’s sights stay transfixed on the grassy field, while your eyes look down to find the spot he’s focused on, a small ant hill. “The first time you’ve disobeyed me,” Cheol repeats. “And the last.” Minghao swallows the lump in his throat, and you notice his fingers twitch slightly. “You’re on probation. Jun will look after you for the next mission.” Cheol’s head turns to address Jun, “Understood?” “Yes, sir.” Jun replies quickly. Cheol’s gaze returns to Minghao, voice tightly coiled like wire, “Understood?” “Yes, sir.” He answers matter-of-factly, a hint of pride in his answer. You get the sense Minghao doesn’t like being bossed around. Guess he’s in the wrong business, then. you think to yourself.

“One more thing.” Cheol takes a step back slightly, “Hand me your tome.” Minghao hesitates for an instant before he waves his fingers, a book appearing in his clenched hand out of black dust. No way—he’s a mage. And a dark mage by the looks of him. You eye the black tome covered in a gruesome-looking skull placed in the middle of figure 8’s. The diagonal embossments on its corners and the matching gold metal clasp keeping the book together reflect the moonlight, contrasting its cold glow. “You’ll get this back after the next mission.” Cheol sighs, taking the tome, with a tinge of disappointment and frustration in his voice. He sounds like your father when you’ve been caught skipping etiquette lessons. Bulging muscles underneath his thin dusty red tunic with a plunging V-neck, Cheol wears black pants with armor strapped around his thighs. His violet-blue boots are nearly touching Minghao’s sandals.

You wiggle your toes in your flimsy-soled footwear slightly before remembering that all you’re dressed in is nightwear. Your arms cross over your chest while your legs clench together instinctually. This sudden motion is enough to draw the leader’s attention to you, his feet changing direction, and before you know it, his face is inches from yours. “I…” you mumble, eyes locked on his. Why can’t I look away? you ask yourself. There’s something frightening and powerful but yet warm about his gaze. He smells like gingerbread, hair color wavy silver with blue undertones. One of your feet takes one small step back, you feel finally unfrozen. That is, until he speaks. “Are you okay?” he asks, eyes fluttering down your bare neck. Heart beating insanely, your fingers that were curled up to form fists immediately extend outwards to cover more of your exposed skin. He tilts his face downward for a few moments and you catch a glimpse of the top of his full head of hair before he looks back up at you, “Are you okay?” “Y-Yes…” you reply, the anxiety building in your stomach. Meanwhile you wonder if he’s okay. Just a few moments ago he looked as if he would beat up Minghao, and now he’s tenderly looking at your face, wondering if you’re okay. “Good.” he stiffly tells you before spinning on his heel and walking away, his broad shoulders looking as if the sun rises and sets on them. “I’ll go get Chan, he’s looting the bodies.” he announces before stopping to whisper something to the mint-haired boy. The other boy nods, and Cheol continues forwards to where the ambush happened, a place you notice is shaded by birch trees on a gravel path. Your fingers ball back up to form fists and you shiver, a rather chilly summer breeze brushing past your thin nightwear.

“Wonwoo,” the mint-hair boy calls out to you, adjusting his grip on his bow. “What?” you reply. He walks towards you, chin tilted upwards slightly, a playful smile on his lips, “My name’s Wonwoo.” “Oh.” biting your lip awkwardly while you avoid eye contact, “I’m Y/N.” “I know, Your Highness.” he laughs lightly, and upon seeing his smile your heart feels less suffocated. “I should’ve kept you tied up after all.” Minghao speaks suddenly, glaring at you. His gaze meets yours before his rolls his eyes, sighs, and paces to the gravel path a ways away. Your heart stops beating for a split second—it’s the first time you two had looked each other in the eyes. “He’s in a bad mood I take it?” the blonde-haired boy snickers, joining Wonwoo by his side. Wonwoo laughs before his friend introduces himself to you, “I’m Mingyu. Or Gyu for short.” “Riiiight,” you glance at him before nervously looking around, “Not to be rude, but is there a reason you’re all introducing yourselves to me? Unless I’m misunderstanding, you ambushed a group of thieves who intended on selling me to Gods-know-who to rescue me, right? All these introductions seem unnecessary if you intend on letting me go.” Wonwoo and Mingyu exchange glances, before Wonwoo offers a rather shocking explanation, “Matrona’s been infiltrated, Your Highness.”

In an instant it feels like your head’s been bludgeoned, an impending migraine dancing its way over to you in a rather aggressive and unwelcome manner. You weren’t even sure if this was true, but the idea made both your head and your heart hurt. Considering it was too much. “What are you talking about?” “Plans to assassinate your father and mother have been in the works for months now from the kingdom of Sigalia.” “Sigalia is our ally,” you laugh in disbelief, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. “I’m afraid not, Your Highness.” Mingyu replies, lips curling slightly downward. “I don’t believe you.” your equilibrium has been thrown off, your heart and head pounding. “Careful, Your Highness,” Mingyu whispers, noticing your lack of balance. You feel embarrassed showing weakness in front of strangers, or rather, criminals. “You should sit down,” Jun gingerly suggests. “I don’t need to sit down, I need someone to tell me what the hell is going on!” you blurt out, aware you’re not behaving like a noble should, but unable to care or restrain yourself at a time like this. “We’re taking you to a meetup point at which you will then be reunited with your parents.” Cheol rejoins the group, a honey-ginger haired boy with a focused and expressionless face following suit. You tilt your head at this declaration, prompting Cheol to continue.

“Listen…” he sighs, “We were hired to ambush the criminals, and were told that once we rescued you that you will be reunited with your mother and father at another destination. We’re escorting you to that destination.” You toss the idea back and forth in your head. “Hired by who?” “We don’t know.” Cheol looks at the sky and squints his eyes, recollecting his memories, “I was approached by a man who offered a large sum of money who tipped us off about Sigilia’s plans to overthrow the King and Queen. He wasn’t the boss, though. He told me he worked for the man offering me the money.” “This isn’t making me want to come with you.” you laugh sourly in disbelief, “How do I know that any of this is true?” You look past Cheol to where Minghao is, leaning against one of the birch trees. You want to believe he’s keeping watch but you sense he just wanted to be away from you.  “Why would I make this up?” Rolling your eyes, you shrug and lift your eyebrow, “Oh, I don’t know, so you could sell me into ‘serventry’ or kill me, or both. Just for starters. There are lots of holes in your little story, like, who hired the kidnappers? Something doesn’t add up.” “We just did as we were told. We don’t know anything more. Look, just...” Cheol paces towards you, grabbing onto his sleeve and rolling it up so that his bare forearm is visible.

It’s a Matronan Wyvern Rider brand. You gaze upon the shield with a wyvern outlined in the lightly sun-kissed burnt skin. All royal wyvern riders were branded when their training was completed and they were ushered in. They were practically living legends. Were. Their war methods were found to be too cruel by neighboring kingdoms. In an effort to keep the peace, they were disbanded a few years ago by your father. Your eyes widen. Cheol is Matronan.

“Do you believe me now?” he says, nodding his head towards the brand. Before you can ask anything, he lowers himself to the ground, kneeling on the dry grass, head bowed in respect. “Forgive me, Your Highness.” You’re stunned, you glance at the other boys who stand in the audience—eyes pleading, tight-lipped. “Long live Matrona.” voice coming out in a slight rasp, you speak the old saying. The one that has been long around since before your mother and father, and their mothers and fathers. Cheol whips his head up, eyebrows raised and lips separated before he smiles matter-of-factly. “And long live the crown.”

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→ CHAPTER 2

well that is the first chapter........and i have this whole thing so planned out its turning into a damn novel lmfao. hope u enjoyed ! dunno when the next chapter will be up, its the main thing im working on these days so it hopefully wont be long.

btw i apologize for all the lengthy descriptions, the boys’ designs are important to me bc i wanted to set the scene + time period. in these first few introductory chapters i’ll be putting the google drive link to the inspirations behind each members’ weapons and outfits that you can view here. (ik i didnt write about chan’s, it wasnt the time for it, his description will come next time but i uploaded his outfit insp anyways)

-deedee