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linlinaert · 4 months

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FROSTY NIGHT

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Poly!H. Jisung x F!reader x L. Minho

Anon's request - Hi~ could you write poly han leeknow and reader having a cozy date at a bookstore/coffee shop? Or going home from said date and it starts snowing and they head inside to cuddle and warm up ahh. I submitted a few im so sorry I’m new here and I love your blog. stray kids are just so cute and cozy, if you like any of the prompts and decide to do them thank youuu

Summary: it starts snowing on your way home after a cozy date, resulting in Minsung and you quickly getting back home to cuddle up and get warm.

A/N —> no need to worry anon! Submit as much as you would like! Just make sure it's within the guidelines lol but feel free to request whatever! Ty for the requests love!<3

You three had been in this cute cafe that was down the street of your apartment. It was a cute simple date, just the three of you enjoying each other's company all warm in the sitting booths.

You all had been done eating about ten minutes ago, though, you guys were just talking and enjoying yourselves. It was nice and fun. But, you guys eventually had to leave. Seeing as it wasn't getting any warmer outside and you can't stay in there all day. So, after a few more minutes you guys got your coats, scarfs and mittens on and payed for the meal before taking your leave.

You stepped out first, the cold air hitting your face suddenly. You wait for the boys before all walking together back to your apartment. Half way there, you felt something fall on you. Thinking it's rain.

"no, I don't think it's rain, Jagi.", "are you sure?", "mhm, I think it's snow." Minho was right, you three looked up as snow started falling faster.

"woah, it is snow! Min, look!" Jisung exclaims excitedly, tapping Minho's shoulder. Minho grins, "I see Jagi, it's pretty, isn't it?" You and Jisung hummed. "Alright, let's get inside quickly, it's getting cold." The boys agreed and started walking again as Jisung kept trying to get snow in his mouth by opening his mouth wide and leaning his head all the way back, facing the sky. You fondly laughed at him, you didn't expect nothing else from this silly boy.

You guys made it back quickly, shutting the door behind you guys and shivering as you take your coat, scarfs and mittens off. The boys doing the same.

"it's so cold! Oh my goodness.", "I know! But the snow is always nice, don't you think?" You nodded, "yeah, snow is very pretty. Maybe we can play in it later but I'm cold." Jisung and Minho chuckled at that, "go get snuggled up Jagi, we'll be right behind you.", "alright! Don't take too long!"

Jisung got the stuff for hot chocolate out as Minho starts boiling the water for it. They hugged each other in their embrace tightly as they try and warm up while waiting for the water to be ready. Making small talk with each other every few minutes, sharing soft kisses with each other here and there. Once the water was done, minho got the matching mugs out for you three and Jisung put the hot chocolate powder into all three mugs. He throws the trash away as Minho pours the hot water into the three mugs.

Minho takes two mugs and Jisung takes his, minho not trusting Jisung to not spill the Choco if he had more than one. He walked in with minho following behind as Jisung greets you. Setting down his mug on the nightstand before jumping next to you.

"aw baby! Sorry we took so long. You must've been freezing!" He says as he rubs his cheeks against your cold ones. You smiled at him before taking your cup of hot chocolate from minho. He places a kiss on your forehead before putting down his cup and yours once you take a small sip from it.

"hear, honey. Let us warm you up." Minho says as he opens up the cover that's wrapped around you and places himself right next to you, Jisung follows. Closing it up so the cover can trap your guy's body heat in hopes to get warmer.

After awhile you guys got comfortable and warm, you suggested putting an anime you guys have been watching lately. As it plays in the background, you slowly shift off to sleep with all the warmth you're feeling, the lights dim. In between the boys you love most, safe and secure.

"goodnight, Jagi. We'll be here when you wake up. Sweet dreams, we love you~" Jisung whispered in your ear, giving it a soft peck.

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Uncanny Coincidence

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: Swearing, vaginal penetration, choking, biting, unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it)

Comments: I said I was going to leave this for someone else, but I just had to write it. It came to me, and I knew what I wanted to make it be. So here y'all go!!

Han is a wizard. She knows that much from the local stories, although she'd never seen the man herself.

Y/n thinks someone had cast a curse on her by putting something in her stew at the local pub. She told everyone she thought she was given horrible luck because everything had been going wrong since then.

So, she wanders into the forest alone to find that wizard everyone in the big city nearby speaks of.

His home is hidden, for a good reason. He doesn't want to be another one of the king's goons that performs all of his silly tasks, or worse, is made to help with his wars.

The house is found by her, nearly two days after she began wandering. Of course, the food she had prepared had fallen into the mitts of critters, and the water had not been nearly enough.

His home seems to be one room. It was covered in moss with very little stonework showing through, small, and possibly mistaken for a shed if you didn't know what you were looking for. The lady at the bakery said that his place had two chimneys for some reason, and that was the way to know she was there.

She knocked, realizing there was a chance the man wasn't even there., but luckily, he answered after her second bout of knocks.

He seemed annoyed by the way he began speaking immediately, "I told the king I am not help- oh. Hello there. Are you lost?"

"Are you Han?"

"Depends on why you ask."

She huffed at the man as she got ready to spew all the awful things that have happened to her in the last week, " -then the squirrel climbed into my bag while I filled my water bottle. The rain shrank my wool coat. My mother forgot about paying me for my dessert I made her. And don't get me started on the flour-"

"Ah ah ah. That's enough. It seems you are cursed with-"

"Bad luck. Yes."

"By whom?"

"Haven't the slightest clue."

Han tutted his pointer finger over his pouted lips and comes up with something. He knows what potion will cancel it out.

He pulls on her ear lobe, causing her to obviously yelp in pain, "There. Now follow me, I can make something for you."

When she looked back up to yell at the rude wizard, she realized that his shed was now a large and windy house with two towers. It seems, the tug allowed her to see past his illusion for his home.

The place was unruly, to put it lightly. Books scattered all over the floor and above and around his bookshelves; completely out of room on them. There were paths between the piled books that led to all of the necessary walking spaces, and he trekked them without even looking down.

He reached into a jar on a coffee table, a can that sat on the windowsill, and plucked a feather out of an owl's head that sat on a large branch. Then he hustled into a side room and the door slammed behind him.

While waiting for his return, she approached the owl, and it flapped its wings to take flight. The woman backed away to give it space, and the bird landed on her shoulder.

As Han returned, he noticed the scene, "It seems Miroh likes you. Let me get these ingredients in my small cauldron, let them seep for five minutes or so, and then you should be on your way."

"Really? That's incredible."

Han scoffed, "Really, it's nothing. Potions are basically science. You just need to counteract the things you were given." After he put everything together, he sat in a cozy looking armchair and drank something out of the mug on the table next to it watching his owl.

You grabbed a chair at the table and sat slowly, as to not disturb the large animal perched on your shoulder. You looked at the wizard that seemed to be comfortable in his seat. Lounging his legs over the armrest and sitting most improperly. You finally allowed yourself the chance to look at the man as he looked up and whistled. Another owl came from the vaulted ceiling posts and landed on his legs allowing him to pat it.

His features weren't something you had seen before. His gorgeous dark brown eyes were glowing, literally glowing, a deep honey color now. His outfit was proper and elegant, but that was the only part of his appearance and abode that gave off that vibe. He seemed to have dark liner around his eyes, a nose ring through his nostril, and tousled hair that had probably gone unbrushed for a week. But he was gorgeous in a rapscallion sort-of way.

He pulled his pocket watch off the table, took note of the time, and got up quickly. The owl flapped its wings from being startled but landed itself on the armrest.

The wizard pulled a cup off the counter, looked inside, and blew the dust inside out. She cringed internally as he poured the whole thing into the mixture in the cauldron.

He handed her the drink, "Don't smell it. Just chug and stay seated for a minute." She nodded and downed it. The gnarly mixture went down harshly as she tried to not gag. Once empty, she handed the mug back to him. He tossed into the sink dramatically and watched her closely.

But, unfortunately for the young wizard, she wasn’t cursed with bad luck. As he watched her face literally turn red and flushed, he knew that she had it wrong. This was not supposed to happen next. So, the potions counteracted effects went awry.

As she sits in the chair in front of him, she's fully aware of the hot sensations exploding through her body. "Is this normal, Han?" The young woman asked as she started removing her jacket. He didn't answer, instead he kept analyzing with an unknown look on his face. The heat was overwhelming. As she looked up at the magic man, she realized he really was so attractive. Not even just attractive; his pouty bottom lip and crazy hair made him look so hot. The thought of pulling those strands while she devour his mouth was making her clench her legs together. With that involuntary otion, she threw her hands over her mouth and audibly gasped. The potion! It's making her horny!

At the sudden vocal, Han speaks up, "What's happening? Explain the side effects. I don't think you were actually cursed with bad luck, love."

She stood up from the seat, now more concerned at keeping her composure. "No no no. I can't say! It's so embarrassing!" As she continues getting hotter and needier, she starts undoing the ribbons to the front of her blouse for ventilation.

"I've done many uncanny things to myself, dear. You can't surprise me, I swear! Please stay calm." He keeps his distance from her, afraid of what could be happening until he gets an answer.

"Fine! Fine." She takes a deep breath as she tries to compose herself in some sort, "I- I'm so horny, Han. Like, everything you say and do is making me wetter. Please stop calling me love or dear! Oh my god."

Han is surprised and overwhelmed at that answer. He takes it in, though, and reaches for a book that is on top of his shelf. While outstretched on his toes, the woman sees how his calves contract and starts walking towards him slowly. He reached and grabbed the big book with one hand, tossed it onto the shelf in front of him, and began looking for the confirmation he needed for the next step.

He mutters loudly to himself, "I believe you've actually been given a temporary curse of anxiousness. It usually wears off after a couple of weeks. So, we can just- Woah! Miss!" he was stopped by the sudden side hug his patient consumes him in. She's already grasped his ass with one hand and reached for his neck with her teeth. "You are under a spell! I can fix this now, though. Now that I know what it was. You don't want to do this!"

Han tugged his arm between their bodies so that he could peel them apart. But she whined at him running from her. "Nooo! I swear, this is all me! I don't want to leave without getting to see under those robes." She began sauntering through the piles of miscellaneous knick-knacks and books, admiring the confusion that was growing evident on his beautiful face, "I was admiring you just a few minutes ago. Please. Let me fuck you. You're gorgeous. Gods, I just want to feel your python ruin my insides."

"Y/n! Those are some vile words. So, you really think I'm attractive." He was still moving backwards to avoid her grasp while confirming these motives and thoughts aren't just the potion. "Swear on it."

"I swear, Hannie! I didn't know you would be this handsome man that was my age. I thought you would look like Merlin in the north!" Y/n howled as she grasped her breasts over the thin dress shirt she was wearing.

She squished her swollen breasts together and moaned at the sensation of being touched, even if by herself. Han gulped suddenly, realizing he was nearly salivating. He would be lying if he hadn't been awe struck when he saw her form at his entryway originally. He sighed, and let the truth come out, "Okay. I am going to be honest. This spell is usually self-applicated. To make the user less afraid of approaching the person in front of them. It won't go away unless I make a new potion to counteract it, or the user reaches their orgasm successfully."

"Yes! Please, Han. Sir! You're helping me if you do this. We don't even need to have intercourse if you don't feel anything towards me. Just help me." She continued whining as she walked away from the man. She opened the first door she found and noticed a large, elegant bed that wasn't made and walked herself in there.

Han followed cautiously, reaching the doorway and peaking inside. Y/n had fully stripped herself of her garments and sat herself against the head of the back, legs splayed wide opened and rubbing her clit. "The more you help, the faster I'll get out of your hair!"

The wizard walked into his bedroom; gob smacked at the scene that had unfolded in his own bed. He hadn't been with a woman in nearly six months, only hiding in his home while trying to create a new potion. He knew he was already getting hard when she had started speaking those dirt words in his direction, and now, he was uncomfortably hard in his trousers.

He palms himself through the velvet pants he wore, letting his inhibitions get the better of him, and allowing her to see the act. As he began removing every article of clothing that covered his body, he spoke to her, "You're lucky I found you attractive the moment I saw you. I thought about how I could convince an angel such as yourself, to do unspeakable things with me. But here you are, already prepping yourself for me."

Jisung climbed onto his bed, tossing all of the blankets and covers to the foot of the bed and hovering on his knees, tugging himself at the sight of her fingering herself needily. "I thought the same thing. This spell just brought forth the deep seeded feelings I was trying to hide."

"Stretch yourself, deary, I've been told that I'm nothing to be trifled with." As she groaned at his words, she bag scissoring herself to the sight, not even realizing the size of his member.

After a few moments of this action, Han did a motion with his free hand, and tapped your ass cheek with two fingertips. The small motion was the first time he had come in contact with her bare skin, and she squeaked, still so overly sensitive. Her lower body began floating and she retracted her hand to grasp onto the bed below.

"It's okay beautiful, I just made you float a little so I can-" he pauses to push half of his monstruous cock into your eager cunt,"Unf! Ahh... Do that. I'll give you the perfect angle without the extra work. Fuck, deary, you are pure bliss."

"Please give it to me! I'm ready! Hard please!" She yelled without any hesitation.

And that is what the wizard did. His thrusts were fully impactful. From tip to base, he allowed both of your pelvises to crash forth without any care. She grasped the headboard with one palm and the other clawed into the palm of the man ruining her.

As he felt her clench down, he got angry at the action. Feeling as if she was already trying to drain him, so he used another motion to pull her head towards himself, allowing her whole body to float and fold into itself. She panted, not allowing the movement to phase herself from the feeling below.

"Are you really trying to end this already? I am working- fuck!" She squeezed at his words again, so he used his free hand to choke her slightly, making her feel dizzy immediately. "I'm in charge here! I'm going to ruin you for any other man. You hear?"

She croaked out a small "Yes" as she nodded her head and made sure to unclench her pussy.

Han whispered, "Good girl" Before pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Both of them added tongue without hesitation, tasting each other while y/n struggled for breath and gave into his commands. She was feeling more egged-on by his use of the pet name, though.

The hand was removed from her neck as he realized how hard he was being on her, wanting to reign himself in. He continued pounding his length into her tight cunt as she held onto the man's neck and hair. Letting their breathy noises continue to mix in the moment. She couldn't let the man that was causing her so much pleasure gets too far away. The mingled spit was her way of thanking her.

After a few more harsh thrusts, he felt her noises grow higher and pitch, probably getting close to cumming again, but he wanted to mess with her more. So, he removed her pleasure rod from the spot she needed him, and she immediately whined at the loss of stimulation, "No- wait. I was so close, Han." But, instead of giving it back, he flipped her floating body around as he lifted his own body up onto his knees.

The young lady immediately started trying to claw for purchase on any surface, forgetting she was literally floating naked in the air. Her legs unfurled themselves since it wasn't being squished between Han and her own torso. He pulled her by her hips as he had her turned away from him perfectly, lined himself back up, and pulled her waist down onto his throbbing cock; she screamed in pure bliss.

She leaned her body back up against Han's sweaty chest as she attempted to grab onto the back of his head for security. The man eagerly latched onto her shoulder to leave his mark instead of allowing their lips to meet. She cried, feeling the tears start to well up from the sudden and unexpected pain, enjoying the roughness. She had said she wanted it hard after all.

"Need to cum, please, H-" He grabbed onto her throat again at her requests. He was getting close too.

"So whiny! I like you better when you're quietly milking me." She sighed at the added pain on her neck, "I'm almost there, you can release after you feel me fill you up."

With that comment, he couldn't wait any longer. He let all of his seed flow into her warmth with a loud groan. She felt it flow inside and trickle around his dick as he continued thrusting. She let herself go and a strickled cry fluttered out of her strangled throat. He only stopped when he felt her convulsing slow to a small shutter.

The wizard tapped her twice on her stomach, and she fell unceremoniously onto the fluffy bed face first. She managed to flop herself over to look up at the man that had just given her the most creative and intense orgasms. She tried to hide her heart eyes as she felt so complete, hoping they were just a side effect from the curse he literally fucked out of her.

"How do you feel, deary?" Han asked as he allowed himself to hover over her and cup her cheek. He was back to being the soft weirdo he had met an hour ago, while also looking at her clinically since she was technically his client.

The young woman let out a sigh of relief as she felt all of the intense desires leave her body, literally. "I feel exhausted, but also normal."

Han half smiled as he quickly allowed himself to stand back up and stretch his sweat-covered body. "Good! Your original curse is also gone. So, if there isn't anything else, I have an appointment in town with an older man that needs help with his garden."

She nodded, as she reclaimed all of her clothing she had scattered across his floor. After redressing and fixing her hair to the best of her abilities without a brush, she made her way to the front door, making sure to pet Miroh again. The owl seemed to purr at the contact, and she caught her smile growing at the odd creatures response.

She looked back to see Han had thrown a large satchel over his shoulder and was also walking towards the door, "Are you from the town to the South?" She nodded while patting the head of his bird. "Well, that's where I'm headed too. I would teleport us, but I'm exhausted for some reason and need to gather myself."

She shoved him while giggling at his comment. His smile was radiant and gorgeous, a genuine smile if she'd ever seen one.

As they exited his hovel, he locked the door behind them. She looked back to see the tiny shed disguise still remained. The two walked in tandem in silence for a while, until Han finally spoke up.

"If you would be interested, I would like to take you to Henry's Bistro after my appointment; they make great cheesecake. But I'd love to actually take you for a date. You don't have to if the sex was all you needed. I would tota-"

"It's a date, Han."

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No feelings involved...right?

Prologue and Part 1

Warnings❗: Implied baby trapping, dubious consent. It all happens at the end.

If their current predicament could be resumed in one sentence, it'll sound like a mother's voice saying "I told you so".

They didn't plan it. It all started with a small mishap, a consequence of their exhaustion and the amount of issues going on in their personal lives. Then the mishap repeated itself, and then they decided to turn it into a game for their own pleasure, no strings attached to her. Then the game grew beyond their control and became a mountain of lies, too big to seize them.

Jisung first met her through a friend of his, and although he found her beautiful then, she didn't catch his attention beyond that. They met frecuently, since they both ran in the same circle of friends, and after one night being left alone by their drunk friends, they spent the time talking and turned out they had more in common that he thought. They clicked, in a way it's hard to explain, but just felt like he knew her since forever. They went from mere acquaintances to suddenly having her name appear at the top of his contact list along with Minho's.

Minho met her through his boyfriend, of course. He first saw her when Jisung brought her home to hang out, without even warning him about it. Their introduction was pretty formal, quick. They shook hands, made some small talk and Jisung inmediatly stole her attention again. Minho wasn't interested in befriending her and viceversa, but Jisung was their common point and she eventually became a regular presence in their apartment, so they really had no option but get along. Forced proximity and all.

Jisung has always known a lot of people, plenty of familiar faces that tend to flock towards him wherever he goes, but few of them can say they truly know him. Jisung cracks jokes, plays long with them, but rarely speaks about himself. He keeps a careful, calculated distance, because he knows that despite all those smiles and compliments, they only see the surface, what they want to see, and don't care about the rest. Which it's okay, it comes with the job, and this facade actually helps to keep undesirable people away without being rude. But she...she's different. From the moment she spoke to him and he listened, he found there was more to her than what she showed. Like him, she never allowed people to see beyond the surface, simply letting them believe the version they liked to spare herself the headaches. She understood him. And for the first time in years, Jisung felt a genuine connection to someone besides Minho.

The funny thing is that they don't talk that much, outside those events where the whole group meets and they stick together to not get bored. And when they get to talk, it's mostly about stuff only they know and deep, phylosophical converstations where they discuss the meanings of life. Maybe, if he's in a certain mood, he complains about a recent argument with Minho and asks for advice, but that's not the norm with them. When he brings her home is to get drunk over petty drama and gossip, without the others. They just fall back in the comfortability of a quiet friendship where no small talks were needed and they could simply let go of their masks.

Things between Minho and her weren't ideal at first. The few times they interacted was when she was at their flat, usually drunk and leaving a mess, and he got mad at it. He could look past it when it was Jisung, but having a stranger doing it was something else. He made sure of letting her know after the drunk haze, barely holding back the bite in his words. He expected her to get offended or feel embarrassed, but no. She never showed an ounce of shame, instead replying him with the same snarky tones, and sometimes that small lopsided grin of hers that made his blood boil. But what started as mostly petty arguments and cold greetings turned into a sense of complicity when they realized their humour was similar and they both acted like Jisung's babysitters more often than not.

Minho is used to be misunderstood. His resting bitch face, his brutal honesty, his reserved demeanour and that perpetual indifference in his face that rarely expressed emotions. People were quick to form opinions about him and not all were good. He was considered cold, arrogant, a snob that didn't like to mingle with those he saw "beneath him", you get it. Most wondered how someone so sweet and cheerful as Jisung could fall for him. It's okay for Minho, he doesn't see the point in caring for what strangers may think. The people he loves know him for who he is and that's enough. Then she came, all carefree and playful and open-minded. Jisung only spoke good things about her, but Minho knew his boy could be biased. Until they started talking and he found out she was truly different. She wasn't intimidated by him, even though he pulled the worst of him sometimes with her around, but she never reacted on it. She was quick to stand up against him, all prideful and confident. And her lack of respect felt like a wheeze of fresh air. After being constantly misjudged, it felt nice to have someone apart from Jisung that made an effort to see through his facade.

Before they noticed it, she became a constant in their lives. Even if they didn't meet often, even if the phone calls sometimes got short, she was present and they felt it. Whenever they needed a favour, she was the safest option. When something juicy happened, she was the first person they called. Even when their fights got brutal and they had no one to seek advice from, her door appeared in front of their eyes.

She never turned down, although her complaints were very much heard. She acted as a bridge between them both when they refused to take the initiative, pushing them to apologise and communicate their problems and feelings. Minho was stubborn, but Jisung could easily win him at times, and persuade them to move past it was a pain. Nevertheless, she did it every single time, to the point the walls of her house and the natural scent that filled it became so familiar to them.

They genuinely don't know when things started to change. They talked it before and both agreed she was beautiful, easy to the eyes, but nothing more. Sure, she was a vital part of their lives now but that's all they wanted her to be. At least that's what they told themselves until that night behind that club, when they tasted her for the first time and found the missing piece they had been bothering them for so long. That annoying empty space in their sex life that have appeared coincidentally shortly after meeting her..

Of course, things couldn't be the same after that mindblowing experience, not like they wanted it to either. They planned the whole affair while she slept in their arms, dead to the world. It was easy to convince her, with her body still vibrating by the last events and her mind still waking up. Granted that wasn't exactly correct from their parts, but they were slightly desperate and the idea of letting her go after that sounded awfully wrong.

And so that was the start of their downfall.

Looking back, they asked for it. At first it was all very natural. They were still friends but now they also fucked sometimes. She was open to every kink and preference of theirs, and she also introduced them to her own tastes. No commitment, no explanations expected or needed. But when their encounters became more often it got harder to stay away from her, they had her sign an NDA to continue. Which was..okay, not something they accounted for but it wasn't necessarily a problem.

No, the problems started when their feelings began to get in the way of the commitment-free arrangement they wanted.

Their doll was a gorgeous creature, a delightful sight for sore eyes, and they knew it. She was like this when they met her and they had no problem with it, Jisung even admired it and made jokes about it, about how ridiculous easy those idiots fell for her charms, scrambling on their feet to get an ounce of her attention. But at some point, seeing such scenes evoked less amusement and more disgust. And following disgust, there was something else. Something twisted and painful and deadly that climbed to their throats when another worthless scum tried his luck with her. Minho could heard this tempting voice in his head telling him to rip their guts out and Jisung imagined a number of creative scenarios where he taught that bastard a lesson.

Sometimes, those voices told them to grab their precious doll and drag her away from those dirty hands, keep her near where they couldn't lose her, which was weird because she meant nothing to them. Just a close acquaintance they casually fucked from time to time very often. And yet...

These sudden, strange emotions were translated in their bed.

The sex with her was always rough and fast, and the only aftercare that ocurred was sharing a smoke in bed over some small talk. But suddenly, it wasn't enough. Their usual routine felt short, uncomplete, unsatisfying. The mouths started to trace her face, her body, the marks they left on her. Their movements turned slower, more gentle, more precise. They wanted to see how it was when she burst in pleasure, when she gave herself up entirely in their arms. They kissed, caressed, worshipped the entirety of her skin, and they whispered words of praise in her ears for the duration of it. And when it was done, they needed wanted her close, lulling her into sleep as their arms trapped her against them.

"You're doing so, so well, doll. Can you give us one more, please? You look lovely like this."

"Look at you, already crying and shaking. Shh, it's okay, love, we got you. Leave it to us, okay'"

But when they couldn't stand that twisted feeling in their guts, after seeing some other clown trying to steal her away, both men turned animalistic on her. They were all confused at this change, and the two of them couldn't explain where did it came from. They just felt the urgent need to cover her in bites, scratches and hickeys, in every place where those undeserving eyes feasted upon. ¿How dare those assholes? ¿Didn't they know she was with them? ¿Had they no shame? ¿Did they really think they stood a chance?

"That's it, keep looking at us, slut. That's where your eyes should always be. ¿What the fuck were you thinking, uh?"

"¿You wanted him to fuck you too? Is that it? You greedy whore. Clearly we need to fuck you more. We'll make sure you can't even talk or walk without our help."

And it didn't end just there. They started to bring her to their dates, inviting her everywhere they went, giving her their clothes. They had love-hate feelings towards her revealing dresses, because as much as they enjoyed the view, they hated seeing others do the same. She became part of their routine, outside the sex part. She was always there. And as time passed, it felt like she had been there since the beginning. They hardly remembered how things were before she came.

But they kept lying to themselves, lying to everyone. This wasn't anything. They could stop whenever they wanted to. There no other feelings involved. Of course not.

And things finally went downhill when someone asked them:

"So, that girl that's always with you two, what's the deal with her? Is there something serious going on? Because you have to introduce her to us, then."

That question struck them. Brutally.

They never thought too much about it. Things with her just...happened naturally, and they barely noticed it. They simply followed their instincts at the time, not realizing the weight those actions could hold. ¿What was the deal with her, truly? Granted, she was more than just a quick fuck, but still. And what was up with them? Why the fuck did they want to meet her? She was perfectly fine where she was.

At the end of the day, the three of them moved in different worlds. There were things about themselves they couldn't tell her, things she would never understand. Maybe that was better, they thought. To keep her away from that circus of drama and lies and dirty secrets they were part of. She didn't belong there. And to keep her far away from idiots butting their noses where they shouldn't.

So they quickly defused the situation. She was just an acquaintance, they didn't really know her, yeah. They already had each other, it had always been just each other. She meant nothing.

If she did, where did that leave them?

¿Were they supposed to know someone was going to post their answer on social media? Were they supposed to know she would see it and demand explanations too?

Yes

They never saw her so angry, so emotional. She was bursting in anger and sadness and dissapointment, and they could both feel how their hearts stopped at the sight. It didn't feel right.

When she started to speak, they sort of panicked. They couldn't control the situation this time, they couldn't control her, and they didn't have proper answers for it. At least, not the kind of answers that would help them.

Most of all, they were confused. As she confronted them with facts, about how their strange behaviour with her and their motivations, they were forced to acknowledge the reality of everything.

That she meant more than they thought. Way more than they wanted her to. It was a liability. A problem. An unexpected turn of events they weren't prepared for.

And because they weren't prepared, they simply said the words that sounded logical at the moment. Cold statements of what they all knew, of what they agreed on the beginning. They didn't truly mean it, as they would realize later, but they felt cornered. And at the moment, the only strenght they could rely on was their pride.

They foolishly thought she would stay after that. That she would see their point of view and calm down.

As expected, she didn't. When it fell on them the terrible error they made, it was late. She left the place. Emptied it of whatever part of her and blocked them from her life.

And as expected, the aftermath was fucking disastrous.

Being deprived so suddenly from her presence after getting used to have her near everyday was hellish. No more calls, no more dates, no more lazy afternoons in the couch. She was gone, leaving a gaping hole in their lives that they couldn't fill, no matter how much they tried. And god knows they did.

No vice or person could replace the feelings she invoked in them.

They turned down invitations, calls of friends, choosing to stay at home and just hang out by themselves. Staying at home too long drove them insane, but going out wasn't much better. She was everywhere. In the streets, in the shops, in the people. It was a nightmare.

When a close friend of theirs invited them to the opening of club, they only accepted in hopes for a distraction, and to keep appareances a bit. But the cold, boring night inmediately acquired a brilliant colour when they saw her.

More beautiful than ever, with her pretty dress and carefully done make-up. Her damned smile brightened the whole club and, for a moment, they felt in peace. Like nothing changed.

Until they saw she wasn't alone. Her warm arms, who used to be held by them, were now occupied by other men. Some they didn't know. A pair of strangers taking their rightful places, and she just laughed and danced with them like it was normal.

They spent the whole night like that, watching her and brooding, with that familiar green boiling in their stomach. She looked gorgeous, out of this world, and it wasn't fucking fair. That should be them. She should have been with them, filling their ears with her cute laugh and letting them wrap their arms over her.

Deep down, they knew they fucked up. It was solely their fault. They had their chance to make her stay, to trap her, and they messed up. ¿Why did things have to be this way? Why did they have to realize the size of their mistake in a moment of jealousy? It was stupid.

When they saw her walking outside alone, they exchanged a glance and they knew it.

They made several mistakes, but they learnt from them. Having her hating them was better than not having her at all, so they followed.

It was so easy to fall back into routine. She was already weakened by their presence, and it was the same for them too. Some yelling here and there, insults being thrown back and forth, a bit of fighting, but they ended up right where they wanted: Locked bathroom, against a wall, and the music covering their moans.

They didn't stop until she was bursting with their cum, pushing it right back inside where a drop ran down her legs. Until there wasn't a single trace of skin unmarked. Until she couldn't fucking walk without their help.

And when few weeks later, she showed up in their apartment with three positive tests, they pretended to be shocked and made her move in with them.

They could already see the picture she would make. It was going to be perfect.

(i had this shit collecting dust in my drafts for a millenia and today i had a strange burst of inspiration to finish it. sorry for the waiting to those who asked for this part)

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The Windows To My Soul [4]

pairing: OT8 x fem! reader

genre: soulmates, fluff, crack

warnings: Please read the 'Summary' of this series, all are listed there!

word count: ~2.0k

summary: The conversation feels as natural as if you were talking with your old time friends, something that strikes you odd amidst all the fun you have.

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A chaotic mix of shouting was all I had gotten as a warning before I was sandwiched between two bodies, my own becoming only more rigid in response.

"Eh, wh–" "Why didn't you say you were a fan?! I mean you did just explain, but still!" - Felix complained from my shoulder, looking up at me with big, shining eyes.

Jeongin was probably mumbling something similar into the hoodie on my back, but I couldn't confirm as he’d said it in korean.

Looking around, I could see excitement on everyone else's faces, some of them almost joining the Jeonglix sandwich, were the others not holding them back.

"I-, you're not mad?" - I squeaked out, eyes meeting Chan's for any form of confirmation. "Why would we be? Sure, it wasn't cool you lied, but I get why ya did it. Thank you by the way, it's really cute, but we love meeting with our fans. So don't worry about it, 'kay?" - he spoke back, amusement swimming in his eyes.

I stared back at him, my eyes sweeping over the others before they looked down at the ground.

"Hey, you okay?" "Honestly? Naur, Felix. I almost got kidnapped in a foreign country, just because I wanted to see a live performance of the idols I adore and look up to. But by some miracle the aussies of that same idol group saved me, and now I am in the presence of the whole band, being hugged by two members, wearing Hyunjin's sweater and I'm about to fucking cry."

Based on their astonished looks, I said that out loud, didn't I?

God damn it.

"You weren't supposed to hear that, naauurr-" - I said, burying my face into my working hand out of embarrassment, hidden skin probably already heating up. "That's it, lemme go!" -Changbin shouted before he leapt at me, tearing me out of my cuddle sandwich and hugging me tightly.

It was a bit awkward with the height difference, but he made it work by lifting me up, something that both surprised me and didn’t at the same time. Jisung joined in quickly after I was put down onto the ground properly, soon joined by Hyunjin and Chan as well. The two who didn't like hugs that much just watched in amusement, one acting as if he was eating popcorn. That damned puppy. Although Jeongin not being in their distance keeping group did catch me by surprise, to say the least.

"Hey, Changbin hyung, give her back!" - Felix complained after everyone gave me some space to breathe. "No!" "Hyuuung!" "No, now my turn!"

What the…

Were they actually arguing about who would cuddle me?

What in the wattpad fanfiction was this bullcrap again???

Having had more than enough hugs from strangers -even if they were idols i adored, it was still a bit uncomfortable for me-, I straightened up and looked down at the boys.

"Wouldn't I be the one cuddling someone anyway?"

At the confused looks I’d gotten, I gestured between their heights and mine, my hand going from the top of my head to theirs to signify the difference.

"Did you just call us short?" "Nah, I didn't call everyone short. Hyunjin's at eye level, see?" - he snorted at my comment, saying something along the lines of 'I like her'.

Changbin, however, didn't appreciate it as much. Before he could catch me, I started running away while muttering out a curse under my breath, running around the couch until I got cornered by Chan and Jisung.

"I'm so sorry short kings-, I mean, fuck, uuhh…" "Yah, you little-"

And with that, I got tickled until I could barely breathe, not even my pathetic pleas for help could leave my lips at that point.

Valid punishment to be honest, seeing as my left arm was still unusable and hurt.

"My bad mate, I won't try to be funny ever again." - I panted out as I laid on the floor, earning a few laughs in return. " Gasp Aussieee~" - my choice of words caused Hyunjin to overly dramatically sing as he looked at me over the back of the couch, doing a little wave with his fingers. "Yeah, you can thank Chan and STAY for that. I consumed way too many fan videos. Okay, thank Felix too." - I laughed airily, watching as Chan stared at me with a surprised and embarrassed expression. "That's so cute." - Felix muttered before saying some other sentences in korean, the whole group erupting in chaos.

I had not a fucking clue what they were saying.

But they could get really loud, jesus fuck. I pursed my lips in discomfort, thankful that they couldn't see from my position and concealing mask.

"Oh yeah, how come you have a mask on?" - Jisung suddenly asked, now peering over the couch right down at me. "Ah, well… I felt really out of place in a room full of pretty and handsome men." - I muttered out, hoping they didn't hear it, too late to stop the words leaving my mouth.

They did hear it.

Oh boy, did they hear it.

I just rolled over onto my stomach, hiding my face into the floor as I could hear chaos unfold, worsening my splitting headache.

Why the fuck was I so stupid? I hated that I had no filter over my mouth half the time. Or all the time, for that matter.

After a minute of laughter -or more, i had no way to measure my wallowing-, I heard my name being uttered amidst bouts of laughter. Or something like that, it was hard to hear over my inner voice crying and bashing its head into an imaginary wall.

I simply put my hands over my head, covering it. Well, only one, the other still sporting the restricting, yet soothing ice pack. But the man didn't give up so easily, calling me a few more times and even shaking me to get a response.

"Naur, I'm not here. I'm part of the floor now." - I muttered out, voice muffled as I showed a little peace sign. "Ahw, come on, it wasn't so bad." "I am pretty sure it was, Chris. I just bombed my reputation. That's pretty darn bad." "Oh, so we're switching names now, I see."

I gave him no reply in hopes of him dropping the subject, and also because I was too busy trying to fuse with the wooden panels beneath me. Maybe I would become a freaky Junji Ito manga character, like the snail one. A shiver ran down my spine, the manga panel showing the mentioned abomination immediately popping into my mind in great detail.

"Well, ya leave me no choice then."

Wait wh–

I only felt arms circling my middle, hauling my body up as if I was just a mere sack of potatoes. He even swung me over his shoulder and I could only blink at the ground I was forced to face, processing it all. But before that could even fully happen, he plopped back down into his seat, not even releasing me.

No, this man just casually put me into his lap and started cuddling me.

I stared at him incredulously, eyes wide and brows furrowed. He merely giggled, answering the boys in korean. Because through it all, they of course shouted and yelled. At Chan. For his very questionable actions. Teasingly, based on some of their tones and expressions.

"Sir, what in the actual fuck?" "Hey, language!" "Well, pardon my french, Sir, but nani the fuck?!" "C’mon, the floor must have been cold and uncomfortable." - he chuckled, cheeky dimples fully on display.

I definitely wasn't distracted by them for a few seconds too long.

"Well yea, but still…" - I muttered, tearing my eyes away quickly before I got caught and teased again, something I surely didn’t have the strength for anymore.

"But isn't the mask uncomfortable?" - Felix wasn’t far behind to revive the trailing off conversation, quickly changing the topic for no reason at all. "Oh, so we're just gonna ignore this five year old cuddling me all of a sudden. Okay. I see. Also no, it's fine."

They giggled at my reference, Chan enjoying it the most, even squeezing my sides a bit.

Goddamn, this man was gonna be the death of me.

"Come on, take it off. I bet you're cute!" - ever the rizzmaster 5000 added in. "I uh… what now?" "Surely you must look fine under that mask. C’mon Eevee!" "Felix my boy, you too?" "Come ooonnnn!! We wanna see your cute lil face!" "P-pardon?"

The fact that Chan just watched this all unfold, his head propped up on my shoulder carefully did NOT fucking help, along with the amusement in everyone else'’s eyes who decided to quietly watch everything happen.

"I… I mean, I'm not ugly by normal standards, I guess, but guys… You're idols, everyone feels at least a lil bit uglier in your presence. But if you wanna see my face that bad, to like, I dunno, make sure I'm not some famous criminal, I can take it off?" - my voice trailed off in a questioning tone at the end, really not knowing what to do with their wrong assumptions about me. "Hey, we don't think that. You don't have to take it off if you don't want to." - Chan's reassuring murmur reached my ears, slightly calming my apparently racing pulse as Seungmin agreed with him, nodding along silently.

Today was a really bad cardio day for my heart it seemed, the sound of my racing heart nearly constant all night.

I slightly nodded back in thanks, grateful that they didn't want to push me. It wasn't like I lied about my reason, of course not, but it made me so needlessly anxious to be in their presence, not completely anonymous anymore.

Stupid brain.

"So, who's your bias?" - leave it to Seungmin to ask chaotic shit right after acting cute and understanding.

I blinked at him, his nearby form blinking back at me with an ever so slowly growing shit-eating grin.

"Y-...you can't just ask that, what the fuck?"

At the little jab in my side, I glanced at a not so happy Chan. Oh, I cursed again. I quickly apologised in a hushed tone, making a mental note to try and tone it down. Well, as best as I could, because I swore like a damn sailor.

Of course, in the meantime, hell broke loose and now everyone was on the edge of their seats, urging me to answer. Even Minho was amidst their midst, that sly bastard.

Glancing back at Chan again, I realised I would not get any help from him, not the first time I’ve come to that realisation that night. His eyes were alight in anticipation and curiosity, forcing me to tear my gaze away in dismay.

"Naur, I won't answer that! Apparently I could act unbiased so far, and I want to keep that up." - I adamantly said, hardening my gaze in determination.

This earned a few rightfully raised eyebrows, some pointing at Chan behind me, but this only earned them my own raised eyebrow in return.

"The man’s literally cuddling me. I have no part in this, I'm the victim over here my man." "Well you didn't try to escape him either." - Jisung added in, pointing out something important. "Dude…" "What?" "You expect me, a weak and injured person to somehow overpower a member of the Gymracha? You okay?"

My response got them to laugh again as I just continued to stare at the now tearing up quokka, one of his arms continuously hitting the pillow underneath him.

He really did have a heart-shaped smile.

Catching myself staring -something i had a feeling i would accidentally keep doing-, I tore my gaze away and looked at anywhere else. It somehow landed on my injured arm, the gradient of the purples and blues in my bruise intriguing me, the blending of colours fascinating.

It was beautiful, in its own, morbid way.

"Oh, right, we need to change your ice pack. I'll be right back." - Chan quickly said, sliding me into his place as he walked away.

I watched his retreating form, letting out a small, silent sigh.

Why did they go to such great lengths to help me?

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😳😳😳

Fun (possible) fact: If Chan and Minho get the chance to fuck you together be prepared for a seemingly endless stream of praise nd degradation AT THE SAME TIME !!!!

“You’re so pretty riding me, baby doll..”

“You look fucking pathetic chocking on my cock. Go on, keep going, sweetheart.”

“You gonna cum for daddy, yeah? It’s okay make a mess for me…”

“You’re going to hold every last drop of our cum…that’s what cumsluts are for..”

“Fuck, there you go. You take daddy’s cock so well.”

“You wanna cum? Not until I say so…”

“Are you always this desperate to be fucked or is it just for us, love?”

“Letting daddy’s friend have a turn with your pretty cunt is what any good girl would do…”

“Mmm, can’t take it? Too bad….”

“Is it too much baby doll….ill fill you up one more time then I’ll let you rest…”

“Don’t you dare cry. I’m only giving you what you wanted…”

I will elaborate on this more don’t worry….i just need a tiny little small break… 🖤

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Summary

pairing: OT8 x fem! reader

genre: soulmates, angst, fluff, crack

warnings: kidnapping, mental illnesses (anxiety, depression), NO SMUT (reader is ace), not recognising feelings well or talking about them, arguments, being threatened and backed into a corner, chronic pain and illness, , curse words, reader's nationality is set

word count: 2-3k/chapter (except the 1st chapter, that is nearly 4k)

summary: After flying to the other end of the world to see your beloved idols' concert with your own two eyes, things get chaotic and you somehow end up meeting with them personally, although not in the way you wanted to. A worldwide phenomenon starts happening, binding you to all 8 and forever changing your lives, for better or for worse.

disclaimer: Please do NOT do what the reader does in this series. Never follow strangers back to the place they stay at for the night even if you think you know them, nor should you just shrug off an attempt at your own kidnapping. Calling the police and getting checked out by medically trained professionals should be the MINIMUM you do immediately!

Please note that I am open to writing a version with different genders, or even one with no set nationality. I just simply write with what knowledge I have, and that is my own experiences and characteristics.

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Hello, may I know where to get a man like this.

I can't handle this, it describes the type of man that I crave so perfectly, and imagining it as Chan, damn, I'm done for 😭😭

Chan who thrives off non sexual dominance??? He’s always been in control of anything and everything in his life. Why would you be an exception? It’s always the smallest things too. You need help reaching for something and he can’t help but to reach above and get it for you. Want him to tie your shoe or zip up your dress? He’ll do it and tell you how pretty you look all dressed up for him or how you’re cute asking him for help.

Chan is obsessed with doting on you, keeping you close, and treating you like his personal little helper. You’ll follow his every command without question and even ask him what you should wear, if you should braid your hair or leave it down, and even what to eat if you can’t decide.

“Need my help baby?”

“What’s wrong princess?”

“Here let me do that for you, sweetheart..”

“C’mere and sit with me.”

“I said sit.”

“Good girl, now tell me what’s wrong..”

“You’re so cute when you ask for help.”

“Is that how you ask me, baby? Say please..”

“It’s okay I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ve got you, you’re safe with me, baby..”

Chan loves it, craves it, leading you without even having to try. It’s in his nature to be in charge. The pride he feels when you call him immediately if there’s something is wrong makes his heart swell. He doesn’t have to redirect you often, even if you are bratty to him at some point he’s quick to correct your attitude, but oh does he love seeing you try to be defiant. One look or a simple reprimand from him always halts your dramatics. You don’t have the courage to press his buttons all the time and so in the rare instances you do he’s not phased but more so entertained.

“What was that?”

“Go on say it again. I wanna hear you loud and clear this time.”

“Careful, baby..”

“Oh, really?”

“Watch you mouth or I’ll put it to use..”

“I said, no.”

“Being a brat won’t get you what you want baby…”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Chan is always there, spoiling you, keeping you safe and happy. He’ll buy you whatever your pretty little eyes land on. Want that gorgeous designer bag? He’ll have it sent to you the next day. You could pick up every plushie in a store and he’d happily pay for it all just to see you giggle and gush about it. You thank him over and over the whole way back to his dorm and he’ll tell you it’s what you deserve.

Chan likes to spoil you, says it’s a reward for being so good to him, so understanding of his career and passions.

“You want that? Of course you can have it, sweetheart..”

“Get as much as you want.”

“Do you like it. I knew you would, princess.”

“How can I say no to you…”

“It doesn’t matter how much it is, if you like it, I’ll buy it for you princess.”

Chan hovers and sticks close to you if you’re out with others. You can feel him watching you intently, barely listening to what’s being said around him, and when you glance at him with a shy smile he’ll smile back. You’re his. All his. Every inch of you belongs to him and he’s so aware of it that he can’t help but focus on you. Even around the members he’s protective of you. Needs to have you close, on his lap, holding his hand, hugging his side. He doesn’t care as long as you’re next to him. The others don’t say anything, knowing Chan is regularly clingy with them, but with you it’s assertive and domineering.

“You’re such a good girl for me. So proud of you…” >>>>>

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Why is he so pretty 🥺🥺

HAN @ 2023 SBS Gayo Daejeon Red Carpet

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You're most welcome, sweetie🤭

The last soulmate : chapter 2

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

Minho's POV:

We took off into different areas, aiming to find our last piece, and as I went into the direction I aimed for, I felt as if a piece of me is drifting little by little, that led me to know that they are not here, I tried so hard to hold myself from sprinting in another direction to look for them. I interacted a little with the fans then went to hannie. A bit later Chan hyung came looking on edge, it doesn't appear too much on his face but I can pinpoint it when his angry or stressed or any other emotion, cause that's what we're here for after all.

He came to where I was standing and laughed with the fans a little bit, he then came closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I've found her, min." Chan whispered which made my eyes widen for a fraction of a second then quickly composed myself, remembering that I'm still Infront of fans, then I looked at him.

"Her? She? A girl?" I asked cautiously as if someone will hear us and understand, it was shocking to me to hear that our last piece was a girl, cause we just predicted that since the eight of us are males, the last one would also be a he, but i guess fate has other plans, and I was getting exited.

"Yes, min." Chan-hyung said, he smiled at me, "she's over there, go and see her and I'll tell the rest, and she doesn't know that we're soulmates, she didn't understand the pull, oh, and I'm warning you, she's too beautiful you might get blind" he added, then I raised my eyebrows at him, he's already smitten, even though he didn't even get to talk to her yet. I nodded then took off into the direction he came from, as he went to hannie and the rest.

I stopped and waved to the fans, I felt it, she was here, I looked around and saw it, the most enchanting (e/c) orbs I've ever seen, there she was, our last piece, she looked at me with a cute little frown on her pretty face, oh god does she look so innocent and pure, she looks like the type to get hurt from even the wind, how did she survive in this cruel world without us, i can't believe she lived all those years without our protection and care, I can't imagine how many hopeless guys tried to court her, I felt a vein pop in my head, she's always been ours, even if we weren't there with her, no one has the right to be near her, then I saw a hand wrapped tightly around her shoulders, my eyes widened, i looked to her side only to see a guy in his twenties glaring at me with his hand around MY soulmate, MY GIRL, how dare he, the audacity he has to glare at me while touching our girl, i glared at him back, then a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, I turned to see changbin and Felix, who looked at me with a look that says "don't forget that we're in a concert", so I turned back then posed with them for the fans, as they looked at her, they had the same reaction as me, who can blame them, no one expected our last soulmate to be a beautiful lady, i helped them to stay in touch with reality and not get too carried away, and one by one we all had seen her, and we all had one thought in our mind, what the hell is that guy to her?

Y/N pov :

As the concert went on I was certain that all eight of them had eye contact with you, I can't help but think that they are coming in this direction way too much, but maybe I'm only overthinking, but whenever they came this way, my heart feels like a ball of emotions, I feel so happy, and whenever they made eye contact with me, I felt like blushing and hiding somewhere.

Through out the concert, I felt jack's hand wrapping tightly around me, I looked at him, I didn't know why he was acting like this, but maybe it was because of the stares I was getting from the boys, he brought my head to lay on his shoulder or chest more than once, not that i complain, it was comfy.

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After the concert ended,we headed home, we ordered dinner and ate, and the next morning, we went to the fanmeeting, jack was tagging along with us, me and Lucia were discussing yesterday's performance, with jack laying his head on my shoulder, and playing with my fingers.

The fanmeeting started and we were going down the line to get to the boys, my turn came and I sat Infront of the first one that I had learnt his name was Han Jisung, he was looking down at first, and then when he looked up and looked me straight in the eyes, I felt as if my whole body was on flames, beautiful flames, electric shocks went down my body, i couldn't take my eyes off of his, they looked like they hold the whole universe and more, Jisung was like me, but he looked like he knew what was happening, he then smiled softly.

"Hi there, pretty." He said softly, getting me out of my daze, I blushed hard making him chuckle, and I looked down.

"Hi" I whispered, as he took the album from my hand to sign it.

"And what is this beauty called?" He asked looking at me smugly, and I blushed, it's so hard not to when a handsome man is flirting with you like that.

"Y/N" I said, then he quickly signed it writing a bit more on the page then proceeding to close it and put it aside, while I was playing with my fingers, he then looked at me and took my hand in his, this sent a jolt of electric shocks through me, I looked at him shocked, and he only smiled.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?"

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Jisung's POV :

"Bye~~~" I said to one of the fans as she moved to hyunjin beside me, I looked down at my bracelet playing with it a little until I felt someone sitting Infront of me, I looked up only to freeze, it was her, our last piece, our girl, she really came, we were going to go look for her after the fanmeeting, but she's here now, I felt my body burning up in flames as her beautiful orbs stared into mine, she's more beautiful up closer, I smiled softly at her.

"Hi there, pretty." I said with a soft tone, unlike the hyper tones I use most of the time, something in me is telling me she's a big sensitive softie, she blushed, oh my gosh, she's so cute, I couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness, I'm barely containing myself from getting overhyped as to not scare her away, my leg is bouncing under the table from my excitement, then I heard a small voice, and i realised it's hers, and oh my god isn't it so sweet.

"Hi" she said barely as a whisper and I literally felt myself melting, I gently took the album from her hands, I opened it to sign then I realised that I still don't know her name, so I looked at her and asked her for her name flirtatiously.

"And what is this beauty called?" I looked at her waiting eagerly to know the name of my last soulmate, I saw her blush and say "Y/N" I didn't waste time and signed the album for her, our Y/N, even her name is beautiful, I felt someone glaring daggers at me so I subtly glanced at my right side only to find that it's the same guy from yesterday, the one who dared to put his hands on our girl, I returned the glare without anyone but him noticing then I wrote my number on her album with a "your handsome soulmate" on the side then I closed it and looked up at her again, she was playing with her fingers on the table, not looking at me, ah i think I'm gonna die from her cuteness, I took her little hand gently in mine, and I instantly felt as if I was in heaven, she looked at me shocked so I smiled at her, then I felt the glares again so I asked her, hoping that I get a negative answer.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?" I said knowing that her being alone for too long, could make her think that she's alone and she could get a boyfriend, and the thought alone makes me rage, but who can blame her, the blame is on us for not finding her earlier and on the said boyfriend, if there's any, to think that he can take somebody else's soulmate.

I felt hyunjin's leg hitting me underneath the table, but I didn't care, not when that damn motherfu-ker has the audacity to touch my girl and challenge me in public, I heard her pretty voice denying that she has any.

"N-no, I don't, why are you asking?" She said softly, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, then I smiled, thinking of how to break it to her.

"I wouldn't want my sweet soulmate to have a boyfriend now would I ?, and neither would want the rest of us" I said winking, and I saw her stop functioning for a second, then she blinks and looked at me with a shocked face

"What---" she said but she was cut off by the manager as he said that the time was up, and ushered her to hyunjin a bit harshly making both me and hyunjin glare at him, but before I opened my mouth to knock some sense into his head, another fan sat Infront of me, so I forced a smile on my face and made a note to talk to him later.

Author's note : hi there everyone!!! It's a little chapter showing our dear minsung's thoughts 🤭🤭, I feel like it's a bit plain but I really hope you will like it and love you all 💕

Tag list :

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@yaorzu-blog

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@epitios

@annispamz

@samhiddles

@krishastumblernow

@cypher-girlx

@generalbearangel

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The last soulmate : chapter 2

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

Minho's POV:

He came to where I was standing and laughed with the fans a little bit, he then came closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I've found her, min." Chan whispered which made my eyes widen for a fraction of a second then quickly composed myself, remembering that I'm still Infront of fans, then I looked at him.

Y/N pov :

~~~~~~~~~

"Hi there, pretty." He said softly, getting me out of my daze, I blushed hard making him chuckle, and I looked down.

"Hi" I whispered, as he took the album from my hand to sign it.

"And what is this beauty called?" He asked looking at me smugly, and I blushed, it's so hard not to when a handsome man is flirting with you like that.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jisung's POV :

"N-no, I don't, why are you asking?" She said softly, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, then I smiled, thinking of how to break it to her.

Author's note : hi there everyone!!! It's a little chapter showing our dear minsung's thoughts 🤭🤭, I feel like it's a bit plain but I really hope you will like it and love you all 💕

Tag list :

@lyramundana

@queenmea604

@channieandhisgoonsquad

@oasis-ara1234

@yaorzu-blog

@hydrawaterdragon

@epitios

@annispamz

@samhiddles

@krishastumblernow

@cypher-girlx

@generalbearangel

@fuckthinking

@xvsnahc

@icywinter1999

@aimr9

@xcookiemonsteer

@turtledove824

@salfetkablog

@nobody3210

@realrintaro

@ireumoonie

@henrietta-wh0r3

@haleyms

@strawberry31

@amaranthine-psyche

@haileybugulug

@marvelsmarauder

@finnickodaddy

@anything4lix

@kiaralynn3838

@dahliadaenerys

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linlinaert · 4 months

Text

The last soulmate : chapter 2

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

Minho's POV:

He came to where I was standing and laughed with the fans a little bit, he then came closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I've found her, min." Chan whispered which made my eyes widen for a fraction of a second then quickly composed myself, remembering that I'm still Infront of fans, then I looked at him.

Y/N pov :

~~~~~~~~~

"Hi there, pretty." He said softly, getting me out of my daze, I blushed hard making him chuckle, and I looked down.

"Hi" I whispered, as he took the album from my hand to sign it.

"And what is this beauty called?" He asked looking at me smugly, and I blushed, it's so hard not to when a handsome man is flirting with you like that.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jisung's POV :

"N-no, I don't, why are you asking?" She said softly, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, then I smiled, thinking of how to break it to her.

Author's note : hi there everyone!!! It's a little chapter showing our dear minsung's thoughts 🤭🤭, I feel like it's a bit plain but I really hope you will like it and love you all 💕

Tag list :

@lyramundana

@queenmea604

@channieandhisgoonsquad

@oasis-ara1234

@yaorzu-blog

@hydrawaterdragon

@epitios

@annispamz

@samhiddles

@krishastumblernow

@cypher-girlx

@generalbearangel

@fuckthinking

@xvsnahc

@icywinter1999

@aimr9

@xcookiemonsteer

@turtledove824

@salfetkablog

@nobody3210

@realrintaro

@ireumoonie

@henrietta-wh0r3

@haleyms

@strawberry31

@amaranthine-psyche

@haileybugulug

@marvelsmarauder

@finnickodaddy

@anything4lix

@kiaralynn3838

@dahliadaenerys

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