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kiwiisnthereoops · 1 year ago

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Numb, Emptiness IV

Ateez OT8 x OC

Summary: after witnessing the death of her family, her uncle sends her back to South Korea to live with the eight guys he had saved over the years. They seem to be almost, if not just, as mentally messed up as she is, and the goal is for her to help them and them to help her. Time heals, but it’s already been 11 years of suffering for her, can they really help?

overall notes: MDNI mental health: depression, anxiety, ocd, antisocial, agoraphobia, personality disorders, mental breakdowns. mentions and descriptions of gruesome deaths, gore. polygamy, shared female, suggestive, fluff, smut?, building relationships. THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED OR UNDERAGE!! this not meant to depict real Ateez but an au, not about their real selves or real struggles, I took ideas from their real selves but again not meant to be negative towards them or anything against their image… THIS IS JUST MY MORBID MIND RUNNING WILD!

Word count: 1576 (I’m sorry it’s short)

The feeling of someone reaching for my headphones drags me out of my mind space causing me to instantly grab their wrist in a tight grasp leaving my knuckles white. I look up and meet the stern eyes of my uncle telling me to let him go and allow him to speak to me. Hesitantly I let go of his wrist and allowed him to stop my music and pull my attention onto him, still doing my best to ignore anyone else who might be in the room. “Next time, and I hope there won’t be, don’t lock your door like that.” He leaves no time for me to respond, making sure I know it’s not a request but an order while putting the headphones back in my ear. I keep my eyes down as I hop down from the island countertop and make my way back to my room ready to clean up my mess.

The second I walk into my room I’m hit with the smell of cleaning products still lingering in the air and no reminder of what happened not too long ago. I don’t have to relive my breakdown by picking up the broken pieces of my mind in the form of a mirror. I don’t know who did it, but what I do know is when I find out I will do everything I can to thank them. They saved my mind from another breakdown, one that would be much smaller but still there. I take a moment to walk into my bathroom and make sure all of the mess is gone, a mirror no longer hangs on the wall. In its place a note sticks with some clear tape.

You deserve all the good things in life. You deserve to feel. You deserve to express yourself. You deserve to be cared for. You deserve to be loved.

No name is written to let me know who left me the affirmations, and I’m grateful for the lack of one. It allows me to say the words myself without hearing someone else’s voice. I can remind myself that I am deserving. I speak the words under my breath a few times until a small smile pulls at my lips. The smile reminds me that I do have control again, my life is mine, and my emotions are mine. I turn back to my room and finally look around, multiple times. It’s then I notice something on my made bed, a little stuffed animal with a note sitting on its head.

Next time you feel alone with your thoughts, hug him tight. His name is Shiber. -San

This handwriting is different from the other note telling me that the person who wrote the affirmations isn’t San. I stare at the little dog while trying to process the information. Someone I hadn’t spoken to once has gone out of their way to give me a piece of comfort through their stuffed animal. Another smile tugs at my lips as I pull Shiber up from my bed and into my arms to hug him tight just like San said. I had to admit the comfort I gained from the interaction was something I never felt before. I felt cared for, seen, and understood just by one small gesture.

“Thank you.” I whisper into the stuffed animal as I hug him tighter while falling back into my bed to enjoy the moment of peace and clarity. Music still floods through my mind but the extra comfort helps to make the moment feel less like a distraction and more like an outstretched hand for me to hold on to.

I don’t know how long I laid there hugging Shiber, but I do know it was long enough for someone to come knocking on my door loud enough to break through my music. I stand up holding the stuffed animal in my arms to open the door while removing my headphones from my ears. “Yes?” I ask when I open the door to see who knocked. I can’t tell if my face has returned to its bored expression or if it has changed but when I meet the eyes of Mingi he pulls me into a bone crushing hug. “What’s wrong bub?”

He hugs me tighter to his body making sure I don’t slip away from him. “I was so scared, when I heard your screams. I couldn’t get in to check on you. God I was so scared.” He confesses into my shoulder letting tears slip from his eyes onto the thin fabric of my long sleeve shirt.

I pull away from the hug to tug him into my room and close the door to give our conversation some privacy. He looks at me in confusion while tears roll down his face. I just try to make a small smile form on my face while I pull him to my bed so we can sit together in a comfortable place. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re smiling.” He notes letting me know that my emotions are showing.

I smile a little bit more at the fact I can show some emotion. “I broke free.” I look around my room remembering a cute little plushie that is no longer in my arms. I see Shiber on the ground and quickly pick him up to return him into my hold for comfort once again.

“Is that what happened?” He asks, smiling through the tears.

“Uh yea. At first, all the negative thoughts were winning until I had enough. I had nothing to hide from anymore. No one was actively hurting me anymore.” I admit hugging Shiber tighter while burying my face into the soft pillow.

Mingi moves to wrap his long arms around me letting me still hold on to Shiber while he also comforts me in the vulnerable moment. “I’m proud of you. You went through a lot and you managed to come out stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. I hope you know I’ll always be here even when you’re annoyingly happy all the time. Which is the goal.”

“What goal?” I ask pulling out of the hug again to meet his eyes.

“My life goal is to make you happy, I never cared if you showed it but I just wanted you to be happy truly. And that’s why I was so scared when I heard you breaking down. Your screams sent my body into fight mode, I wanted to break down your door so badly. I was ready to tackle anyone who got in my way.” The way his eyes shine with sincerity makes tears form in my eyes. I have never felt so loved and cared for before by anyone other than my uncle. Mingi unknowingly became one of the most important people in my life just by being here.

I pull Mingi into a hug without Shiber between us, my arms wrap tightly around his shoulders as his go around my waist. We keep close for a while just enjoying the moment together to know we are both okay and we are both happy.

“Kai di- oh sorry.” Wooyoung quickly pulls away from peeking in the door and slightly closes it leaving a slight crack.

“Yes Wooyoung?” I simply ask not feeling any negativity due to his presence.

He pops his head back in through the door with a sorry smile on his face, “I was just wondering if you still wanted to eat some pizza?”

I let out a small chuckle and I watch as Wooyoungs face goes from embarrassed to surprised quickly and before I know it he is tackling me onto my bed in a bear hug. He laughs in the hug ignoring Mingi scolding him for invading my personal space. “You just laughed!” He leans up on his arms hovering above me with a stupid big smile on his face. He is in disbelief at what he just heard and what he sees. Me smiling and laughing at his face and I can’t help but life my hand up and poke his prominent cheeks.

“I did.” We chuckle together and he slaps my hand away in a joking way before pulling me back into a strong hug. “You’re crushing me Woo.”

“Woo!? You just called me Woo!” He freaks out again now completely sitting up above me looking at me as if I just committed arson on his favorite clothing item. I nod and smile as much as I can, which is only a little bit. “WAIT! You… you’re smiling and laughing!!!” He yells absolutely losing his mind.

“Quiet down!” Mingi hisses at his younger friend, he knows everyone has now heard. And telling by the loud footsteps coming up the stairs they are all coming to see what all the fuss is.

Wooyoung looks apologetic and starts to say his apologies until he is interrupted by the rest of my housemates running.

“What’s wrong?”

“What happened?”

“Is Kai okay?”

“Why are you yelling?”

“What’s going on?”

So many questions asked, causing me to laugh at the chaos ensuing in my small room. This shuts everyone up as they all look at me in confusion. No one says anything just listens to me laughing uncontrollably, they all looked to worried when they walked in and now they hold nothing but confusion on their faces.

“Is she laughing?” I hear Jongho whisper to Yunho standing beside him.

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kiwiisnthereoops · 1 year ago

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ITS DONEEEEEEE

Behind You (Final)

San x reader

Description: their home was coming together with her decorations and his renovations. Time was going by faster than either of them realized and San wasn’t ready for their small moments to end. Little did they know, their life was about to change forever.

Word Count: 1522

Notes: first person POV, y/n, use of nicknames “honey” “dear” “baby”, supernatural talk, honestly just fluff and wholesome, panic attack, slight maybe only one curse

I awaken to the sweet smell of fresh wood and newly cleaned bedding. We have been fixing up the building for months now and we were reaching the end. The moment we could open the doors and bring life back into the building. I have been anticipating this moment for a long time. The workers we have hired worked diligently and made sure everything was up to code but also perfect. I of course went back behind them just to be sure because I wanted this place to be better than what it was before.

“Good morning Dear.” I hear from behind me and feel arms pulling me in closer to their body surrounding me in warmth, comfort and love.

“Good morning Honey.” I snuggle into him for a moment before trying to make my way out of bed to start the day. Key word, trying. His arms pull me in tighter, preventing me from leaving his hold. “Honey, we have to get up.”

“Not yet.” He mumbles burying his head into my neck and placing soft kisses against my sensitive skin. Involuntarily I giggle from the feeling causing him to turn this cute moment into a tickle fight. He turns me on my back and straddle my hips to tickle my sides and keep me from running away. I lose my breath quickly and the second he notices my hands are pinned above my head while we laugh together and regain our composure.

“Sannie, you know we still have things to do today?” I ask once our laughter turns to silent breaths and longing looks that I know will turn into much less innocent actions. He groans and lays his head on my chest while squeezing his arms under my laying body to hug me close.

“Just one day for us only please?” He whines and I can’t help but fall ever harder for him, that is until I start to feel sick.

“Baby let me up now please.” He hears the urgency in my voice and moves away instantly allowing me to run to our bathroom as fast as I possibly could. Before I know it I’m dry heaving into the toilet and hugging my new best friend.

San runs in and pulls my hair back away from my face while also rubbing a hand on my back to soothe my pain. “Was it the tickle fight?” We both chuckle at the question knowing that definitely isn’t the reason.

I start questioning the reason in my head. Food poisoning? No, my mom made sure I knew to only eat fresh food. Flu? I feel my head and notice I’m not burning up, I can’t possibly be actually sick. I’ve only been in this building and no one sick has been allowed in. Period symptoms? Oh my god. “Hey Sannie, what's the date?” I ask between breaths.

He pulls out his phone I got him a while ago, “uh it’s the 19th?” He questions and as the words leave his lips my skin runs cold. There’s no way. We have used all kinds of protection. Of course we agreed we were going to spend our lives together, but we just wanted a little more time to just us.

“Okay I’m fine, can you go make us breakfast? I’ll be out soon.” I try to get him out of the room for me to take a test, I don’t want to worry him if it does end up negative.

He stands up from his kneeling position beside me, “Will do honey, call me if you need anything seriously.”

“Aye aye captain. I love you.” I say turning away from the toilet.

“I love you too baby, now clean up and make yourself feel beautiful, even though you always are in my eyes.” He says with a loving smile turning to walk away.

“Even right now?” I ask loudly to his retreating figure. I know his answer but I do enjoying hearing it.

He laughs, turns around to face me again, and responds, “always means even right now when you’re hugging a toilet and not me. I definitely won’t hold a grudge.” He laughs while he leaves and I can’t help but laugh as well. He will honestly hold a grudge, he’s the type to feel jealous over a blanket touching more of me than him, it’s honestly the cutest thing ever.

As soon as I hear the bedroom door shut I run to the cabinet and thank whatever being possessed me into buying pregnancy tests even when we aren’t trying. I do what the instructions say and place the test on the counter face down while I wait. Instead of standing there doing nothing I do some hygienic tasks to occupy my mind. Then start to do some makeup when my timer goes off. Instead of racing to see the results I take a breath and finish my makeup.

There’s no need to stress, if it is positive, I’m with the love of my life, the person literally made just for me. If it is negative then it’s just not the right time and I can figure out why I’m sick later.

“Alright you can do this,” I whisper to myself as my hand hovers above the test. I notice my shaky hand and take in a deep breath to calm my nerves. “It’s gonna be okay.” My whispers fall on deaf ears as I turn the test over and see the two lines clearly on the test. I throw the test away from me as if it were the plague and stare at it in complete and utter shock.

This can’t be real.

This can’t be happening.

I’m too young.

I’m not ready.

What if I’m not a good mother.

What if I can’t teach my child the way my parents taught me.

I can’t do this.

I can’t breathe.

Oh my god I can’t breathe.

I fall to the floor with a crash as I try to catch my breath, there’s no way he didn’t hear me. He’s coming here right now. I wanted to tell him in a cute way. I have so many ideas. It’s all ruined. Everything is ruined.

I’m having a panic attack.

“BABY!?” San yells from outside the door and I can hear him running towards the room I’m currently feeling stuck in. “What happened!? Baby!!” He yells and bursts the door open to see my body curled up against the side of the tub rocking back and forth as my eyes stay locked on something across the room. Though he doesn’t follow my sight and instead sits next to me to pull my body against his and start to calm me down.

He tells me sweet nothings, reminding me that I’m safe and with him. He tells me how much he loves me and how much he wants me in his life. He tells me that nothing could possibly ruin what we have. And that’s when I let it slip in the moment of panic.

“I’m pregnant.” I whisper into his chest that he has me cradled against. It’s as if all time stops around us, and there’s nothing but the panicked breathing from me and his multiple deep breaths.

He starts placing kisses all over my head and face before he gets up and starts jumping, in my confused state I just stare at him like he’s crazy. “We’re having a baby, baby!!!!” He yells and can’t stop bouncing, the excitement in his voice heavily contradicts the anxiety and panic swimming through my body. He crouches down to my height again and kisses me like his life depends on it.

“Sannie?” I ask once he pulls away and wears the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face.

“Yes baby?” He pauses, then looks at my stomach, “and other baby.” He finished with a giddy smile that makes a small one tug at my lips.

“Why are you so happy? How are you not worried? I mean we are so young and it wasn’t planned?” I start to ramble before he covers my mouth with his hand and stares at me with nothing but love and excitement.

“I’m not worried, I’m not scared, and I’m more than just happy. I love you with my entire being and we get to bring into this world someone made of both of us? I couldn’t be more happy and excited. I couldn’t be more in love with you and the idea of our own little family starting. We are going to be the best parents ever, I mean look at us. We just built a five star hotel from dust. We love each other more than we ever thought we could. And we are the power couple of the century. We got this baby.” He finishes with a sweet kiss on my lips that sends my heart racing from something other than panic but from an overwhelming amount of love.

“What the fuck would I do without you?” We both laugh.

“I don’t know baby, but you know I’m always right behind you. I love you.”

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kiwiisnthereoops · 1 year ago

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Suns in a Black Sea

Ateez Ot8 x Reader

Chapter 1: Aurora

Here it is everyone! The long awaited first chapter! Hope you enjoy!

I hadn’t even realized I fell asleep until the loud blaring of my phone alarm jerked me back to the land of consciousness. Groggily, I searched for my phone, finding it on the floor beside me halfway shoved under the couch. I swiped it off, but not before reading the time as 5:30 AM. Groaning, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, my sluggish movements proof enough that I hadn’t slept for long or very comfortably as multiple bones cracked with my stretches. I had fallen asleep over the coffee table again, not for the first or even second time while skimming the mountain of thesis drafts and research proposals. If I were being honest, the literary side of my career path was the least exciting bit for me. I’d be much more content spending my days working in the lab rather than being concerned about publication or progress, but unfortunately, that was non-negotiable if I planned on receiving financial help in order to be in the lab at all.

Yawning, I tidied the table in front of me the best I could before picking myself up off the floor in search of coffee and a fresh change of clothes. Absentmindedly, I turned on the news, ignoring the morning greetings and traffic segments while waiting on the day’s weather report. The sky outside my windows was still dark, the black only barely beginning to bleed into a navy blue as the sun attempted to rise above the horizon. Normally, I would take the time to appreciate the sight a bit more, sunrise was one of my favorite times of day, but I was terribly exhausted after only managing a couple of hours of sleep in and the only way I would be able to keep myself from diving under the covers for another hour of sleep was to start my day now.

My bare feet didn’t make a sound padding towards the kitchen. I rummaged through my cabinets, finding one last mini cup of grounds to pop into my machine. With a soft sigh, I tapped brew and grabbed my phone to add coffee to my shopping list before I could forget. The red dot above my messages stopped me short, indicating I had one unread message. Clicking on it, I almost wished I hadn’t when I saw who it was from.

Ian: Come straight to my office when you get in.

A strange sense of restlessness settled deep within my gut. Ian almost never sent text messages. As a boss, he prided herself on professionalism and while he had everyone’s phone numbers, he usually opted to send emails instead, believing that texting should be reserved for personal schedules outside of work or extenuating circumstances. By the nature of his message, I would classify this instance to fall into the latter. Attempting to mentally prepare myself for what may be in store for me today, I locked my phone and headed for the shower.

“Good morning Dr. L/N.” Lindy greeted me brightly as I passed the front desk.

“Hey Lindy. Have you seen Ian yet?”

“Maybe an hour ago? He was with a group of people from LSR.”

That piqued my interest if only slightly. LSR didn’t usually associate with researchers, but that didn’t mean it never happened. Although you had to have extensive knowledge in a given field for them to reach out to you to begin with. As if on que, one of their techs rounded the corner, badge proudly labeled Live Specimen Resources on display. His head nodded towards me in greeting, my own returning it out of habit even though I had no clue who he was or what he wanted.

“Dr. L/N?”

“Yes?”

“The head of our department and your Lab Coordinator are waiting for you upstairs.”

“Okay, thank you.”

A quick bow and he turned on his heel, feet carrying him back the way he came. Confused, I turned an inquisitive gaze towards Lindy who looked just as lost as I felt.

“Any ideas?”

“Maybe you’re getting a promotion?” She shrugged unsurely, offering me an unsettled smile. “Fill me in later? Over lunch maybe?”

“Sure. You’re picking.”

She groaned, reluctantly reaching for a stack of to-go menus she kept at her desk for times like these.

“I better start looking then.”

Fighting back a smile, I hid it with my coffee, taking a ginger sip while making my way to the elevators. If it weren’t for the ominous text from Ian and knowing that it also had something to do with LSR, it would feel like any other morning arriving for work. While I was made to stew in the uncertainty of what I was about to walk in on, everyone else carried on with their duties like they always did. Taking some small comfort in that, because it at least meant whatever was going on wasn’t a department wide issue, I stepped off the lift. My heels clicked obnoxiously on the linoleum, my feet already begging for me to swap them for the tennis shoes I used while working in the lab. Unfortunately, they would have to hold out until this impromptu meeting was over with.

I passed a couple of straggling researchers on my way to the Lab Coordinators office. Most of them looking like they could use a few more hours of sleep like myself. Hoping I at least looked a bit more presentable than the zombies wandering the halls, I stopped in front of Ian’s office, hardly giving myself time to chicken out as I knocked. The voice bidding me entry was familiar, but upon entering, the first face I saw was anything but. He stood quickly, bowing in greeting before holding his hand out for me to shake. Glancing quickly at Ian, his expression was unusually stiff, his own form rising slowly to his feet upon my arrival. Finding my courage slowly deflating I took the offered hand.

“Good morning! You must be Dr. L/N, it’s nice to meet you. My name is James Watkins, head of the LSR department.”

“Mr. Watkins, a pleasure.” I replied stiffly, attempting to retract my hand that he still held tightly.

“Please, call me James. Mr. Reich was just telling me about your achievements in clinical practice. I’m rather impressed.”

“Ah, I appreciate that, but Ian has a reputation for flattery.” I said politely, finally extricating my hand from his sweaty palm, trying to fight the urge to wipe my hands on my skirt.

“I doubt that.” He beamed, not deterred in the slightest. “Forgive me, but I looked into your background myself. You have a lot to be proud of. Not only for your work as a prior clinician but as a researcher too. It’s a large part of why I insisted you be on our team for this next project.”

“As a researcher?” I spluttered, my eyes widening in surprise.

“Yes and no. While we may appreciate your help in the lab, I’m more interested in your clinical skills.”

Unconsciously, my gaze turned to Ian, his brows furrowed in confusion and lips pinched together. Briefly, his eyes met mine and I could tell that although he was asked to be a part of this meeting, he was just as much in the dark as I was currently.

“Mr. W- James…” I corrected myself, ignoring his widening smile. “I’m thankful for your offer, but I’m afraid my clinical skills may be lacking for your area of expertise. I’m no veterinarian.”

He chuckled, as if my worries were amusing, one hand waving between us like he were physically brushing them aside.

“It is true that we normally work with animal specimens, but for this particular project, I believe your knowledge of human medicine will prove more beneficial. However, we can talk about the particulars at a later time, this specific undertaking is rather private. I actually came here to speak with you and Mr. Reich about allowing you leave from your current studies to work with us for the foreseeable future.”

“You’ll want her transferred?” Ian asked, surprised.

“Temporarily. Unfortunately, I can’t authorize her working on anything else while she’s on this team. Confidentiality and non-competes and the like, you understand. If you require someone to fill her shoes until she returns, my department is willing to fit the expenses for a new hire.”

“How long exactly are we talking?” Ian interrupted albeit as politely as possible.

“Hard to say.” James shrugged, taking his seat once more and reclining in it comfortably. “Six or seven months? Maybe longer. It really isn’t up to me exactly. My higher ups determine the time and money they want put into it.”

“And the people?”

Both pair of eyes landed on me. Ian’s filled with a flicker of concern while James’s lit up as if I were the present under the hypothetical tree come Christmas morning.

“They ultimately have the final say, you’re correct, but I, personally, requested you. Rest assured.”

Luckily his attention turned back to Ian before he noticed my expression twist into one of distaste. Rest assured? As if I’d be clinging to him as my safety blanket during this unusual situation. Or maybe he expects a thank you for him thinking of me in the first place. Either way, he would be sorely disappointed.

“You’d be fairly compensated in taking this job. You’ll be paid double what you make now and your position with Mr. Reich won’t be compromised in your absence. After the team is disassembled, you may return to your work here.”

“And my role would be, what exactly?”

“General health observations mostly. Lab work should we need assistance with that as well. We can give you specifics when you sign the agreements.”

“Agreements?”

“One will be a non-compete, like I said, we can’t allow you to work on other projects in the meantime, even within the same institution. Second is an NDA of sorts, just stating that you won’t disclose any information you receive to do with our team and study with anyone not specifically involved with it. It’s all very basic.”

“Do you usually require contracts?”

“When working with specific entities, yes.” James nodded. “Plus a few mandatory safety and handling protocol seminars.”

Those, I wouldn’t be new to. I’ve sat through my fair share of debriefings when it came to research ethics. Everyone had to. It was the only thing James had said in our time in this office that remotely made any sense to me. James leaned into the space between us, hand reaching inside the bag sitting there and pulling out a stack of papers before giving them to me.

“These explain what we’ve already gone over in a bit more detail. Look it over and let me know.”

I accepted them, mumbling a thank you. James stood, bidding Ian and I goodbye although I didn’t notice, my eyes glued to the letterhead over the papers I was given.

I couldn’t entirely disregard the offer. Admittedly, I was intrigued by the project though it didn’t seem I would be used as a researcher. Even then, the idea wasn’t totally undesirable. And the money… I dropped the stack of papers on my coffee table, sighing loudly as I leaned back into the couch. It had been a few days since meeting with James. Shortly after he had left, Ian asked me what I thought about the offer. At the time, I genuinely didn’t know, but the longer I ruminated on it, the more I found myself wanting to accept. Ian was kind enough to tell me my place with his team would be waiting for me if I did decide to do it.

The only thing that was super off-putting was the degree of secrecy surrounding it. Sure, I’d been a part of projects that asked for confidentiality, but none to the point James had taken it. At least those past endeavors told me exactly what I would be doing. Here, I could only assume. They wanted me as a doctor, that much was obvious, but why? General health observations? Were they testing a new drug and are taking it to human trials? Whatever it was, I wouldn’t know unless I signed. Pushing myself up, I snagged a pen on the far side of the table, flipping the chunk of papers I’d been thumbing through the last three days to the back page and bringing the pen to it before I could talk myself out of it again. My hand signed my name easily, the motion a habit after spending so many years signing off on patient medical files.

Somehow, the weight of this signature felt heavier than usual…

To say James was ecstatic to hear that I’d agreed to assist with the project would be an understatement. The minute I’d stepped through the doors of the new research institute he was there to greet me.

“Dr. L/N! It’s so nice to see you again! How was the drive over? Hopefully security didn’t give you too much trouble.”

Unless he counted trouble as them having to verify my identity using two different types of identification and having to call to make sure I was on the guest list, then I guess not. If their team was anything, it was thorough. The thing that surprised me the most though was how many people were here. The front lobby we currently stood in was bustling with activity. Bodies in and out of elevators, front desk beginning to form a line, and a lounge area on the far side of the room was full. The large ceiling to ground windows allowed enough natural light that the overhead fluorescents probably weren’t even necessary. James pulled my attention back to him, hand held out. Not wanting to be rude, but not necessarily wanting a repeat of last time, I gave him a polite nod instead, gesturing to the coffee and contract in either hand.

“The drive was fine, thank you, and your security team take their job very seriously.”

“Ah, well, it won’t always be like that. Once we have you in the system and you’re given your badge, they’ll lighten up. For now, though, let me show you to the conference room and get your paperwork in order.”

I tried my best to tune James out while following him and paid more attention to where we were going. This place was massive. Easily five to seven times bigger than the lab I worked in with Ian. It didn’t take long for me to start forgetting my way around. Though, I blamed that on James’s excessive drive for conversation rather than my poor sense of direction.

“This is Bryce. She’ll go through all the paperwork with you and bring you to the downstairs lab when you’re finished so you can meet the rest of the team.”

A middle-aged woman stood upon our entry, giving me a stiff smile and offering her hand to shake.

“Dr. L/N, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve been looking forward to it since James told me he had recruited you.”

“Oh? You know who I am?”

“I do. I’ve read several of your papers. Your work in blood disorders has been particularly fascinating.”

Finding myself a bit embarrassed, I thanked her, taking the seat she offered right across from her.

“I’ll leave you to it.” James grinned, giving the two of us a nod before slipping back out the door.

Bryce wasted no time, in debriefing me. She sorted through a host of folders next to her, sliding the first my way.

“We’ll start with the NDA and non-compete. It’s exactly how it sounds. We ask that you keep any information gathered for the duration of this project between the team and the team only. You won’t be allowed to participate in other research while part of this project. This one goes into a bit more detail about what we expect from you. To be frank, you’ll be working directly with our patients performing general observations about their condition and maintaining their health while in our custody. There’s a total of eight of them, you’ll be deemed their primary care doctor for as long as we need you.”

“Then they’re undergoing a new treatment of some kind?”

“Not exactly. Our information regarding them is limited. We’re not entirely sure what is considered within normal medical limits when it comes to their kind and, as far as I know, none of them have communicated with anyone other than each other.”

“Wait…” Her wording gave me pause as I stopped looking over the documents in front of me to meet her eyes. “You said “their kind”? What does that mean?”

“They’re something we’ve never encountered before.”

“Like a new previously undiscovered species?”

Bryce slowly nodded. “Yes, but ones not found on our planet.”

My brows nearly hit my hairline. I stared at her, waiting for her to crack a smile or otherwise tell me she was just joking with me. That this was some kind of prank they pulled on every new hire, but none of that happened. Sensing my disbelief, Bryce nodded again, gaze never wavering from my own and echoing with more sincerity than I could have imagined from someone who’s lips uttered her next words.

“They’re extraterrestrials.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m quite understanding. You’re telling me that you’re wanting me as a doctor for… aliens?” The last bit was a whisper, too afraid for someone nearby to overhear.

The word sounded absurd coming from me, but Bryce didn’t even miss a step as she continued leading me through the building. The rest of my paperwork was a haze of sloppy signatures and genuine bewilderment. The extraterrestrial bomb she had dropped on me hadn’t fazed her in slightest, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it. They had a group of aliens here? As test subjects? Had I unknowingly walked right into some sci-fi movie? I couldn’t help but think back to my assumptions over what James could have possibly been hinting at when asking me to be part of this project and could have laughed in my own face now. I thought I would be working with people. I was a human doctor. How the hell was I supposed to play doctor for eight beings that no one even knew what they were?

“That’s correct.” Bryce affirmed, gesturing for me to board an elevator before entering behind me and selecting one of the bottom floors.

“I’m not sure I’d be much help in your case. I’ve spent my life studying human medicine. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” I relayed my concerns, already feeling stressed at the thought of performing basic medical procedures on something I’d be essentially working from ground zero on.

Bryce shot me a tight-lipped smile. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised to see that although they’re not human, they’re remarkably humanoid.”

Still not convinced, I hesitantly shook my head, mouth opening to express my worries once more before she cut me off.

“Oh, one more thing. For the sake of privacy and for your safety, we’ve developed an alias for you to go by while you’re working with them. Everyone on the team has one in the event they’re working in close conjunction with patients. They’ll know you as Aurora.”

“Aurora?”

“Please use it when introducing yourself or communicating with them. We’ve explained to them who you are and what you’ll be doing. Aurora is who they know you as.”

“They’re familiar with our language?”

The elevator dinged with our arrival, opening into a spacious hallway that looked like something straight out of a movie. Paneled metal walls, bright white fluorescents overhead, no windows or people to be seen as Bryce exited with hardly a motion for me to follow.

“At least one of them that we know of can understand us. None of them speak except to each other, but it’s not in a language we recognize. We’re not sure how much they understand, but so far they have seemed familiar with the concept of what a doctor is.”

“You said they’re humanoid. How humanoid are we talking?”

She stopped to tap her card over a keypad, entering a quick five-digit pin right after before answering.

“Apart from a few odd nuances here and there that you wouldn’t see in people, nearly identical. At least on the outside. We’re hoping you’ll be able to provide some more clarification on how their bodies work. Our lab will be at your disposal. Any test you need, you can request for it and our technicians will have it done. You can think of this place as your personal hospital. It’ll work much like what you were used to when in practice.”

The lab was much larger than I expected it to be. Multiple desk spaces and bays sectioning the large room from one end to the other. I recognized several pieces of equipment like extraction hoods and centrifuges, but others I didn’t and though I was curious, I figured it would probably be devices I wasn’t allowed to operate without having been trained on them. As packed full of equipment and inventory it was, there was a glaringly obvious lack of people to run a lab of this size.

“Dr. Park?” Bryce called out.

Her voice carried throughout the room, a quiet clatter drawing our attention to one of the bays located on the far end as a body stumbled into the main aisle.

“There he is.” Bryce’s face split with what I would consider the first genuine smile I’ve seen from her since our meeting upon setting eyes on the man. “Dr. L/N, this is Dr. Park Jimin. He’s our head of biomedical science research here. He’ll be spearheading the project with you. Dr. Park, this is Dr. Y/N L/N.”

Unlike Bryce, Dr. Park’s smile came off a lot more natural as he quickly stripped himself of his nitrile gloves before offering me his hand.

“Dr. L/N, it’s a pleasure. I was hoping James would be able to convince you to join this project.”

His brown bangs looked as if he had attempted to brush them back, but at some point during the day they had fallen forward again, several strands covering his forehead while the rest framed the sides of his face. His features were small, but profound, almost angelic. Brown eyes nearly disappearing entirely as his smile widened. He was cute. Easily the prettiest man I’d ever seen.

“Dr. Park is the one who introduced me to your work initially.” Bryce supplied.

“I’ve read everything you’ve ever published and co-authored.”

I found myself turning a bit shy under his blatant admittance. His own cheeks coloring a cherry red when he realized how his statement sounded.

“I-I mean, your work has been so interesting.”

“Thank you Dr. Park. I’m flattered.”

“Please call me Jimin. Dr. Park makes me feel like I’m older than I actually am.”

“Feel free to call me Y/N in that case.”

I could practically feel the tension rolling off Bryce. The way she shifted uncomfortably before clearing her throat and moving to make sure my attention turned to her instead of Jimin made me curious as to whether there was more between the two of them than simply work colleagues.

“Dr. Park will be in charge of running the lab primarily although he’s been temporarily performing your duties until you got here. Your patients know him as Siren, so please refer to him as such when in their company.”

“You’ve worked with them already?” I asked, surprised and eager to know more.

“Doing what little I could. I’m no doctor, so my clinical expertise is rather limited. My observations are rather bare I’m afraid, but if you would like some help with them, I’m more than happy to.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to take you away from your staff here.”

“I’ll be spending most of my time in here anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to get out every once in a while.” He chuckled.

The click and whir of the door behind me had all of us turning to see who was entering. He was intimidating, dark green military uniform stretched over a tall frame and broad shoulders as he ducked into the room. His expression was void of any semblance of kindness even as he took notice of me and headed in our direction.

“Excellent timing General Baek.” Bryce’s tight smile was back as she gestured between me and the newcomer. “This is Dr. L/N, the one James requested specifically.”

“I’ve been informed.” He gave a curt nod before shaking my hand. “Dr. L/N, I am General Jiho Baek. I’ll be in charge of your safety and overseeing the progress of this endeavor.”

“General.” I nodded politely.

A familiar face rounded the impressive form of General Baek, his overly enthusiastic demeanor not dampened in the slightest in the face of the rather stoic General.

“I thought it would be as good a time as any to take Dr. L/N to see who she’ll be working with.” James grinned, taking in the faces around him. “I’ve put in a request for your badge and card access. Hopefully they’ll have it by the end of the day. In the meantime, General Baek and I will show you the rest of the facility.”

My curiosity was dying to be alleviated and though I tried to keep my composure, it didn’t escape my notice that my nod of agreement probably came off more excited than I intended it to. I was ready to see exactly what I would be getting myself into as doctor for eight extraterrestrials. General Baek turned to exit first, feet carrying himself back the way he came without another look behind him. James motioned for me to go first, allowing me to take the lead while he remained a step or two behind me until we entered the hall, and he could fall into step with me.

“How are you feeling? Did Bryce explain to you what we expect?”

“The best she could without actually showing me I suppose.”

“And? I’m all ears for questions or concerns. It means a lot to me that you find yourself comfortable while you’re here.”

Ignoring the last bit, I cast a nervous glance towards General Baek. He gave no indication that he was listening, his eyes were trained forward, and his back was like a wall between me and whatever he was leading me to.

“Is it safe? Working with them I mean?”

James’s mouth opened to answer, but he was cut off by the man I thought wasn’t paying us any mind.

“Your security is important to us Dr. L/N. As long as you follow our instructions, your safety won’t be something you’ll need to be concerned about.”

James nodded as a second to his words. “He’s right. General Baek and his team are the best soldiers we could ask for to help us with this. They’re efficient and careful.”

I hummed, opting to believe it when I see it. Or, I guess, see them for myself. I tried to count the number of doors and corridors we traveled through, but once again, I found myself losing track of my way around. James, looking rather amused, tried his best to point out what was where for me.

“It’s rather confusing trying to find your way around. I’ll have a layout printed for you to keep with you until you feel comfortable navigating the halls yourself.”

“I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“I noticed you met Dr. Park. Charming, isn’t he?”

I made a noncommittal noise, eyeing the two soldiers stationed outside a set of doors we were approaching.

“He’s a force to be reckoned with in his field. Everyone a part of this team is.”

“Is there anyone else here I should know?”

The two men saluted their superior, moving aside to allow him access to the door as James flashed his badge for one of them to look over.

“You’ve met the main players. Dr. Park will be manning the lab, you’ll be handling patient affairs, Bryce handles all legalities associated with projects involving live specimens, I’ll be making sure everything runs smoothly and acting as a direct line of communication between you and those in charge of this project, and General Baek is committed to keeping you and the other members of the team safe. Anyone else you’ll come across will most likely be under Dr. Park or General Baek. We’ve gone to great lengths to make sure we involve the least amount of people possible while maintaining policy requirements.”

James placed a hand at the small of my back, urging me through the first entry point right behind General Baek. There were two locked doors to go through it seemed. Both requiring card access and a pin number.

“I’ll make sure you have access to this hall. Apart from General Baek and you, Dr. Park also had access. We’ve limited the number of people allowed inside for security and privacy reasons. If at some point you’ll need someone who doesn’t have access to accompany you, you’ll need to file an order for it otherwise they won’t be allowed entry.”

“You and Bryce don’t have access?”

“Our job doesn’t require us to work with them directly, so our presence here won’t be required as often as it would be beneficial to be given access. If we need to, we’ll put in a request.”

The second set of doors buzzed loudly, announcing our arrival.

“Please refrain from using actual names from this point forward.” General Baek reminded me, pushing the heavy doors inward.

Almost immediately, the single hall split into three different directions. Two on opposite sides and one continuing straight. Both opposite halls were blocked by another door with two more guards each stationed outside of them.

“There’s a total of eight patients. Four in each hall.” General Baek explained, turning to the right and nodding for one of the guards to open the door. “You’ll find two rooms on either side, four in total each containing one specimen.”

I felt my heart beginning to pound harder as the doors slowly slid open. My nerves getting the better of me as my fingers started trembling and my palms felt hot. General Baek stepped in first without hesitation, only turning to look at me when I stalled in the doorway. James waited patiently behind me, his hand finding placement on my back again. The touch forced me forward, finding it a bit odd that he kept finding some way to keep in contact with me. Although the movement dispelled some of my fear as I walked over to meet General Baek in front of the first window.

“These windows are one-way. You’ll be able to walk the hall and observe without them seeing you. Some of them have shown an inclination of hearing you though, even through the glass and walls, so please know that they’ll more than likely be aware that you are here anyway.”

As if to prove his point, the patient inside tilted his head toward us. The fiery red hair was a bit unexpected, but that was probably no more shocking than how utterly human it looked. He stood from his perch on the bed, eyes roaming the glass in front of him as if he stared hard enough, the people speaking would manifest behind it. A lock of his hair caught on the piercing in his left eyebrow when he tilted it again, a little further this time. A flash of annoyance appeared to flare in his dark brown eyes before he quickly lost interest and moved back to his bed.

“Numbers 6438, 2641, 9485, and 9038 are in this hall. 1941, 9573, 1431, and 7753 are in the other.” General Baek explained, not fazed by my amazement at all.

He kept walking further down the hall and while I wanted to stay to continue my observation of the first alien I’d ever set eyes on, I figured my job would allow me ample time to do exactly that later. Reluctantly, I followed, eagerly glancing through the other windows as he stopped in front of another.

“Numbers?” I asked, eyes following his movements as he pointed at number plaques on the walls beside each glass pane.

“Identification numbers. Use them to keep track of your records respective of each specimen.”

“They don’t have names?” I inquired, easily finding the next patient within this room.

He was already standing right next to the window. He was incredibly tall, head almost brushing the ceiling above him until he bent over to see the glass better. Or rather, so I could see him better I supposed since he couldn’t see us.

“We haven’t asked. If they do, the chances of us being able to call them by their given names isn’t likely if their language isn’t one we’re familiar with. Besides, none of them speak. It’s easier and more convenient if you’ll just refer to them with the last four digits of their ID when speaking. Use the entire number for your records.”

“Understood.” I muttered, watching as the creature in front of me matched the head tilt of the first one we saw.

His two-toned brown hair looked incredibly soft. It fell into his big, brown, doe eyes gracefully. His eyes kept flickering from one end of the mirror to the other, straining to see who was there.

“Well then,” James chirped, clapping his hands together. “Dr. Aurora, I’ll show you where your office is and the medical bay where you’ll be conducting your health checkups.”

I nearly didn’t catch the use of my alias. My eyes were glued to the being in front of me as a flash of recognition lit his dark irises. Slowly, my gaze dropped to his lips as the perfectly plump red flesh moved to form the name for himself.

Aurora.

“Doctor?”

I blinked, yanking myself from whatever snare I had fallen into to look over my shoulder at James.

“Yes.” I nodded, bringing my thoughts back. “Let’s continue.”

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kiwiisnthereoops · 1 year ago

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playing with fire masterlist

sugardaddy!seonghwa

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge.

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet.

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father.

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year.

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of.

❥ part 1

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status: complete

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kiwiisnthereoops · 1 year ago

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bodyguard.

synopsis : in which his task is to be your bodyguard, his mob-boss’s daughter. where he not only guards you but also guards your body.

pairing : seonghwa x reader

themes : romcom, angst & smut.

word count : 37.8K.

to say that your father trusted you was a correct statement to some extent, but what he didn’t trust was the environment you were brought up in.

raising two kids despite being a mafia syndicate and hiding his very mafia-like tendencies wasn’t always easy, considering that both his kids would run around during meetings that not a single soul was to hear.

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kiwiisnthereoops · 1 year ago

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“Normal jobs” 😭😭😭

ykw i'm glad that ateez perpetuated normal jobs and not just fancy ones like like ceo and directors and stuff. i'm glad they represent jobs like cook, miner, gas station worker, debt collector, money launderer... car thief...

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kiwiisnthereoops · 1 year ago

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IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS

In the Twilight

Ateez x OC

Word Count: 2678

Summary: She lives with eight men, it was planned by all their parents. They spend hours together and hours apart. They do things together, for each other, and on their own. She reads by her window and they join in. They fall in love first, and she falls harder one by one.

Notes: FLUFF that’s all

part 1

The pages on my book glow in the twilight of the setting sun through my window that I sit next to regularly. The words stick out against the beige pages and I lose track of time while reading. It’s a common occurrence causing the boys to interrupt my time to call me for dinner. If they didn’t I would skip the meal unintentionally.

“Your dress will get wrinkled like that.” A voice calls out from the other side of our decently sized library. He walks into the room with grace that calls attention to him even if he doesn’t want it.

“Will it now?” I jest, a smirk growing on my face as I close my book with just my finger holding its place. He continues walking towards me and I can do nothing but watch his elegance. I’ve learned much from him about etiquette, and how to hold oneself in a pleasing manner. If it weren’t for him I would be curled up on my windowsill and slouching in a very uncomfortable position.

He chuckles, “It will.” He moves to stand near where I sit allowing himself to see the beautiful landscape I find myself wanting to paint from memory many times.

“Did you come here for something?” I ask not out of annoyance, a feeling I never have towards him, but out of curiosity as he usually has something in mind for us to do when he does gain the courage to interrupt my time.

“I’m just enjoying the view.” He says softly looking out to the landscape and I look down smiling, opening my book once again. I know he has an idea but refuses to pull me away from my book when I am not at a perfect stopping point. He understands my love for words on pages and their stories better than any of the others.

“There are other windows, Seonghwa.” I say with a small laugh at his antics, but continue reading as to finish the chapter quickly.

“But none have this beautiful view.” He says simply, and without looking I can feel his eyes on me rather than the view outside causing a small smile to form on my face.

“It is quite nice isn’t it.” My pages turn as he ponders his next words. I can feel the way he wants to ask me a question but his morality refuses to let him ‘bother’ me. I always found it cute how he would wait for hours if he had to just to be sure he wasn’t intruding on my time alone. The way he would either grab a random book of his own to occupy his mind with or simply just sit on one of the couches and enjoy the ‘view’ before him.

“Indeed,” he breathes in for a moment obviously fighting his inner turmoil. “Uhâ€¦ Do you have a book mark?” The way his voice shakes but also peaks in both curiosity and worry makes my smile grow once again and pull my eyes to him.

A chuckle escapes my lips, “nope.”

“Well then,” he clears his throat and steps closer to where I sit, “do you mind remembering the page you are on?” I see the way his Adams Apple bobs as his swallows down his stress. I never truly understood why he felt so scared or uncomfortable with gaining my attention. But I admire his consistency even if I do wish sometimes he would just give in to his desires and whisk me away without a question.

“May I ask why, Seonghwa?” I put emphasis on his name as I memorize my page number and close the book. Without missing a beat I hear a slight laugh blow through his nostrils as I haphazardly toss my book into my windowsill and turn my body to face him more.

His hand reaches out in request for mine, “I would like to show you something.” The smile on his face never fails to make my heart stutter, he has one of those dazzling smiles that anyone would give their all to see again. Or just leave them wishing they could have the beautiful image painted in their mind just for them to see.

“Oh alright then.” I take his slightly larger hand in mine and let him pull me from my seat. He places my hand in the crook of his elbow as he leads me out of the room and to this mysterious place I can’t wait to see.

“What were you reading?” He questions breaking the silence and creating a comforting atmosphere, well more so adding to it as I have never found myself even slightly on edge in his presence. Over the years we have grown close, maybe it was because we saw each other often through our parents meeting or maybe just because for some reason we are just puzzle pieces who only fit comfortably with one another.

When our parents sat us down and told us we would be taking over the residence we both smiled to each other and silently agreed to celebrate later alone. This was before we found out about the others, but even then we still celebrated in the moonlight with our favorite wine. “ A beautiful romantic scene.”

“Will you tell me about it?” He smiles down at my encouraging me to tell him about the scene he so wishes he didn’t drag me away from but couldn’t wait much longer.

“Well, a charming prince took his beautiful princess to the gardens in the middle of light rain to danceâ€¦ and then you showed up” I smile back up at him to show him that I didn’t mind and simply enjoy his presence no matter the time.

He slightly squeezes my hand against his arm, “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

A soft giggle escapes me and causes me to cover my mouth before responding, “I like your interruptions.”

“Is that so?” His smile grows more and we make our way out of the long hallways and into the larger rooms of the main area.

“Mmhmm.” I hum, “you always take me somewhere nice.” It’s common that he would whisk me away to a nighttime stroll through our garden, or even through our many halls just to let us get time alone and enjoy each other's presence. But other times he would take me out for a horseback ride and we would find ourselves in a beautiful landscape that would make me gasp and him laugh. I would spin around and dramatically fall into the grass laughing while he would slowly walk over and look down at me as if I hung the stars. He believes it to. Especially when we stargaze at night, he swears I placed each star just for him to look at, and I wish I did but I would do it so much better.

“Are there any interruptions you don’t like?” He asks.

“Wooyoung, Yunho, and Jongho sometimes.” I admit chuckling as he gasps when I say Yunho’s name. “Let me explain. Wooyoung always takes my books away when I’m at the best part then reads them himself, Jongho just sits there silently and stares I usually don’t mind but sometimes I can only feel his eyes and I can’t focus, and Yunho. Wellâ€¦ he makes the silliest jokes at the worst times. I will be reading a really intense or sad moment and all of the sudden he’s making a joke about one of our cats falling earlier in the day.”

“And yet you never tell us to go away.” He shakes his head and pulls me towards our massive ballroom leaving a confused look on my face.

“I could neverâ€¦ the ballroom?” I ask now pulling away from his arm and spinning a round the open space that has recently been cleaned. I can see decorations around the room along with the placement of large tables specifically for the food and drinks to come.

“We have the ball tomorrow.” He reminds following me around the large space elegantly.

“Ah right, tomorrow. I almost forgot.”

“You forgot. Do you have a dress?” He corrects, and asks me a question he knows the answer to. Seonghwa is always prepared, possibly even weeks in advance. Sometimes I worry if he even spends time just to himself and not worrying about what’s to come and how to help all of us to prepare.

I laugh at his question, “I know you have made me one already.” More often than not he spends most of his time creating clothes for us, but he enjoys making me dresses the most. I remember him saying that creating dresses gives him more room for creativity than a simple suit for the guys. And I can’t help but agree and have zero rebuttal.

“You know me well.” He pulls me to him softly be the arm and smiles down at me. I swear his smile if enough for me to die happy but I would be doing an injustice to all the other guys in this estate. All of them hold a piece of my heart whether they like it or not.

“Alwaysâ€¦” I whisper patting his chest before looking around the room and smiling to myself. “It’s beautiful in here.”

I see him shake his head slightly in the corner of my eye. “You light up the room more than you know.”

“Oh really?” A blush finds its way creeping up my face and I turn away from him pretending to look around the room again. I don’t know why but suddenly I feel nervous under his gaze. Maybe it’s the intimate moment we are sharing, but we have shared many before. So many that compliments are normal conversation topics for us, and even though I get flustered never once has my blush made me want to turn away.

“Yes.” He places a finger under my chin and turns me to look at him once again while giving me a small smile with a smirk mixed in. He clears his throat, “do you have someone accompanying you?”

“All of you usually accompany me throughout the night, you know, I never have just one.” I state smiling at the memory of what they all tend to do throughout the night of a ball. Hongjoong accompanies me during the toast and first dance. Yunho makes me laugh when I grow bored. Yeosang and I whisper amongst ourselves about the music. San helps me relax when I feel there are too many people. Mingi steals me for a dance when he feels I haven’t danced enough. Wooyoung tugs me to the balcony at just the right time to get fresh air and chat. And Jongho takes me to my room when he notices my fourth yawn. Finally, Seonghwa makes me feel like I belong yet stand out all at the same time.

“Would you mind if I whisked you away for a dance this time?” He asks knowing he rarely gets a chance to dance with me thanks to the others. And for some reason he now feels the need to do so, but I can’t help but think how cute his invitation is.

I smile and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear and whisper, “I would never mind, Seonghwa.”

He leans his head down to connect with me and close his eyes letting out a sigh of relief, “good.”

In the moment I can’t help but think how perfect it would be to just give in to temptation. “How about a dance now?” I ask pulling away to look into his eyes that always remind me how pure he really is.

“There’s no music?” His eyebrows furrow causing me to let out a small laugh and shrug.

“We don’t need music.” I pull him into position and start a simple dance enjoying the moment of peace and serenity with the one person who gives me that feeling just with his presence. He leads me into the dance and we hold eye contact the whole time, fully embracing a moment we claim as ours.

“Is this like your book?” He questions with a little smile on his face.

“No this is our own moment not written on pages but in history. Everything that is done is history whether it was written down or not.” I explain fully believing my words and hoping he understands what I mean. I want us to make history together, our own history that maybe no one else will ever hear but it doesn’t matter to us.

His teeth shine through his smile, “you have a way with words.”

“Well I do read and write often.” I jest smirking at his smile. Our relationship will forever amaze me at how we can be serious yet challenging to each other in a joking way no matter the situation. Whether it’s alone in the middle of the night or in the dining hall with the others watching our interactions. Of course one would insert themselves and steal our thunder but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I could listen to you speak all day.” He admits leaning our heads together once again letting his vulnerable side show in this moment. He has shown it many times with me and every time I can’t help but do my best to memorize every single moment even if it’s only fleeting.

“My voice would grow hoarse.”

“And yet I would still listen and when you can’t speak I will still be near.” He replies swiftly throwing me for a loop, it usually takes him a moment to think of what to say and now he knew exactly how to respond. With words that left me stumped and flustered more than normal.

I pull away and look into his eyes with a furrow in my brows, “now it is you who has a way with words.”

He laughs at my response and continues our dance. There is nothing but our breath and footsteps creating the music around us. Music would do nothing but pull us away from our own thoughts that run wild in the intimate moment that I can’t quite understand is doing to my emotions. “Would you like to see your dress?”

“No,” I reply simply.

“Why not?” His brows furrow as his spins me around in front of him.

“I know it is beautiful because it is you who made it.” My words catch him off guard and I can only tell by the way he only slightly loses his footing.

He again clears his throat before regaining his footing and meeting my eyes. “Why do you think that?”

I send a smile his way and grip onto him a little tighter hoping he can feel my emotions through my touch. The emotions I can’t quite understand fully myself. “I always follow you because I know that whatever you see fit for my eyes to lay upon must be beautiful in your eyes and I wish to appreciate all the things you find worthy.”

“Yourself?” He asks quickly looking into my eyes more seriously and pulling me slightly closer.

My head tilts slightly to the side quickly, “what about myself?”

Our movements slow as the dance reaches its end. “I find you beautiful.”

The blush I had just cleared my face of rises once again and I can’t help but lean into his chest to hide away. He chuckles at my response and rubs my back to soothe any embarrassment I might be feeling. “And I appreciate myself maybe not as much as I appreciate you and the others but enough.”

“Appreciate is not the word I would use.” Our dance ends and we just hold each other close as we finish our conversation.

“What word would you use then?” I ask and start to pull myself away but he refuses to let me go pulling me in closer.

“Admire, adore, treasure, the list goes on.” He admits.

“Then I do ado-“

“Ah there you are! I have been looking for you!”

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Never Again

Gang member Mingi x reader

Word Count: 1335

Summary: you fight, you run away opposing gang member catches you in the alley way on your way out and tries to force drugs down your throat, Mingi sees and loses his shit but calms only once you say his name.

Notes: MDNI, cursing, angst, fluff, drugs forced, attempted kidnapping, gang violence, gang related topics

“That’s it!” He yells throwing his phone down to the couch beside him trying to release some anger without breaking anything. A habit I helped him break.

“Oh that’s it? Alright fine.” In the heat of the moment I gather just my phone jacket and keys and start to walk out the door hoping he might say anything to stop me.

“Fine.” He says with the anger shaking his voice. If I were anyone else he would have said more and if this were a drug deal he would have either beat them to a pulp or used that brand new gun I got him and ended it before it got worse.

Instead of saying anything more I leave our apartment, his apartment and head straight for the elevator. In my fit of anger I can’t even comprehend the time. It’s dark out that’s all I know, and being in a relationship with a gang member I should know to never go out alone at night, but my clouded judgement does nothing but push me further out the glass doors.

The empty streets do nothing to clear my mind, and the damp air does little to help my breathing calm. “So fucking stupid!” I curse under my breath kicking a pebble with my heeled foot. “All of this over a damn drug deal that they don’t have enough information on! That’s it! God forbid I fucking care. My bad I didn’t know I shouldn’t fucking worry that the love of my life could die. Oops. Fucking ridiculous.”

My whispers to myself add to the silence of the night around me. That is until I get pulled into an alley way not far from the apartment, “what the fuck!?”

“Shut up!” A gruff voice says from behind me pulling me in close to their chest and holding me so tight my lungs struggle. He slams me against the brick wall and pins me against it. His face is covered by a mask but his eyes I can see. This black that makes my skin crawl.

“Who the fu-“

“Shut the fuck up!” He says again with so much anger that I think he’s the one who just had a break up argument. Instead of covering my mouth he grabs something from his pocket and through my hazy vision I can just make out that it’s small and held between his fingers. He raises it to my mouth and tries to shove it in but I do that best I can and bite his fingers hard.

He curses and drops the pill to look at his fingers to see blood. “You bitch.” I go to say something but in a second he is thrown off of me and air is brought back into my lungs. My vision is so blurry from tears and anxiety that I can’t see what is going on and I’m so afraid that my hearing has gone silent.

I slide down the wall and just let sob wreck through my body. I let out all my anger and fear and say the one name I wish could save me now “Mingi.” I continue sobbing into my hands whispering his name and saying my apologies for walking away.

Someone tries to pull my hands away and I freak out thinking the man won and came back to drug me again. “Baby I’m here. I’m here. It’s me baby. I’m here for you. Come here.” His strong arms pull me into him and instantly know who it is. He waists no time in picking me up and carrying me away to what I hope is back him.

He continues to whisper sweet nothings to me and hold me close occasionally rubbing my back while his other arm holds me up by my thigh. I cling on to him as if my life depends on it and refuse to open my eyes and face reality.

“We’re home baby.” He whispers and slightly let’s go to see if I will drop from his hold but I hold on tighter. “I’ve got you baby.” He holds on tight again and carries me to what I assume is our bedroom until I hear the sound of the shower. “Come on let’s get these off.”

I finally let him set me down on the counter but I keep my eyes closed shut, I don’t want to open them and find out all of this was just a drug induced dream. As soon as my clothes are off he picks me back up and I feel that he is still fully clothed. Under the water I realize this is reality and open my eyes to see the shower wall and let out a sigh of relief. “I got you baby. I won’t let you go.”

“Your clothes.” I say and notice my voice is weak from all the emotional distress.

“It’s okay. I’m going to set you down okay?”

“Okay.” He sets me down and turns me to face away from him. Mingi washes me hair with care and makes sure to massage my head just the way I like that calms me down. He takes some time to place kisses on my head and shoulders telling me he loves me and that he’s here.

“Mingi?”

“Yes baby?” He asks finishing washing out the conditioner from my hair.

“I’m so sorry.” I say and turn around the hug him tightly around his waist. He doesn’t hug back at first from the shock of my words.

“What?” He pulls me away to look in my eyes and push any stray hairs away from my face. “Baby you have nothing, absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

“But I-“

“No. I don’t care what you think in that beautiful head of yours, you did nothing to be sorry about. That motherfucker took advantage of you and tried to fucking drug you. And I was so worried about my pride and ego that I was pushing you away and it led to this. If anything I’m sorry, but he should be the most sorry. He should rot in hell. He would be there if you didn’t say my name. I was seeing red.” He pulls me back into him and hugs me tightly. “I’m so sorry baby. Let’s get you dried off and in bed, okay?”

I let my tears fall as I nod and let him pull me out of the shower to wrap a towel around me. He sets me down on the counter again and leaves for a few minutes to change his clothes and grab some for me. He comes back in a large black t-shirt and sweat pants and dresses me in my favorite hoodie of his along with underwear. He brushes my hair just the way I like and wipes my face clean with my products. After he’s down he moves us to the bed and cuddles me close.

“It’s not your fault.” I say into the darkness still clinging on to him and nuzzling into his chest.

“Yes it is. If I did-“

“No Mingi. It’s not anyone’s fault. Couples fight, we fought. But neither of us knew what would happen so it’s not our fault. Please don’t blame yourself. Please.” I beg and sit up to face him. In the darkness I can just make him out and can see that he is looking at my every move.

“Fine but never again. We won’t fight again, we won’t walk away again, and this won’t happen ever again. No one will ever touch my baby ever again. I will protect you with my life at all costs, okay?”

“Me too baby.” I say and stick out my pinky finger, “promise?”

“Pinky promise.” We lock fingers and then he pulls me into a kiss, on that has my using his chest to hold my self up and his hand in my damp hair holding me close.

“I love you Mingi.”

“I love you more than you will ever know.”

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