soleilwoo

[soleilwoo]

cannot believe I just now found your account, your work is lovely 😭! tumblr has been in such a massive drought of tbz writings…

but anyways, I was wondering if you’d be willing to give us some of your sub!younghoon headcanons please?

i personally think he would be a veryyy obedient sub, very pliant and passive. overall just really well behaved 🤍.

would love to hear any thoughts you have!!

sub!kim younghoon

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hoon is the sweetest sub. and never bratty, unless he occasionally feels like it.

[☀︎] — but he’s really good to you in the sense that always, your pleasure comes first. tell him to make you feel good? he’ll make you cum as if his life depended on it. you’re gonna have to yank his hair so that he doesn’t overstimulate you. he will spend hours with his mouth stuffed between your thighs, with his own cock untouched, hard and leaking, just because he wants to be good for you, wants you to call him your good boy, wants to be praised.

[☀︎] — yes, speaking of, he has a huge praise kink. tell him how pretty he looks, tell him he’s so good to you, call him your good little boy, or better yet, your good little kitty. he just wants to be good for you and love when you praise him. he can cum from your praise and small touches of yours alone! its cute. don't degrade him too hard cause he’ll cry and look at you with a pout, begging you to praise him again.

[☀︎] — younghoon is so head over heels for you and would follow your commands obediently with hearts in his eyes. he’d let out such adorable whines when you call him yours and he asks permission before touching you, as his face flushes red and dick hardens. aftercare is so very important for this man. bubble bath, washing his hair, reassuring him… and lots of cuddles. he just wants to be babied for a bit afterwards.

♡ sangyeon ♡ jacob ♡ younghoon ♡ hyunjae ♡ juyeon ♡ kevin ♡ new ♡ q ♡ juhaknyeon ♡ sunwoo ♡

[soleilwoo]

translated by deobimom:

According to this article, Haknyeon has been cleared of his prostitution charges.

According to the Gangnam Police Station today on July 2, haknyeon has received a non-indictment order on charges of violating the Act on the Punishment of Prostitution-Related Acts (Prostitution).

The police have decided that the accuser's complaint was based on the online article and that the circumstances to start the investigation were not sufficient.

According to the article he has been cleared of this specific accusation and charge, meaning the charge of prostitution that was placed upon him by this specific individual is cleared and will not proceed because of LACK of evidence.

haknyeon’s ig story:

i hope he sues the fuck out of that company, honestly! like literally burn it to the ground!!

[soleilwoo]

haknyeon update!

hakdew on twitter translated op’s (xx1458xx) tweets about watching kirara’s tiktok stream, speaking up about hak.

here’s the video shared by: _nk_s2_

[soleilwoo]

Hi! I just wanted to say I really love your writing style. I’m a big fan of your tbz reactions!

If it’s okay, I’d love to request a reaction to how the boyz would act when they’re jealous like what they do, how they show it or if they try to hide it.

Thanks so much for sharing your amazing work!

how the boyz would act when they’re jealous

[☀︎] — sangyeon. i think he does get jealous quite easily. he wouldn’t be able to hold back his expressions and he immediately gets sulky. he wouldn’t get jealous of your friends or his friends/the other members but rather he gets jealous when strangers interact with you. he’d try to make it obvious that you’re dating him and if that doesn’t work then he’ll directly introduce himself as your boyfriend. afterwards, he just needs some reassurance and praise and affection.

[☀︎] — jacob. he mostly gets jealous with words. if someone uses a cheesy pick up line on you and you laugh, he gets a little jealous because he wants to be the only one to make you laugh like that. or if someone gives you a ton of compliments and overdoes the flirty words, jacob feels a lot of jealousy. 100% the silent jealous type. he doesn’t intend to but gives you the silent treatment for a short while after the incident happens.

[☀︎] — younghoon. self proclaimed very jealous person and does not care to hide it. if someone is making him jealous, he will absolutely complain about it to you. like, don’t even dare to think about looking at someone else other than him. all your attention is for him only. he hates feeling that way but sometimes he can’t help it. he can be very icy. angry hoon is actually so hot, idk.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. he’s naturally intimidating when he’s serious/jealous. he gets really clingy and possessive. i’ll rank him second most possessive member. he mostly pretends that he’s not bothered but on the inside, he’s fuming. if he’s provoked enough, he’ll probably get physical. there’s no doubt in my mind that lee jaehyun got hands. but he isn’t one to deny his jealousy and will let you know when you’re alone.

[☀︎] — juyeon. i think it really depends on his mood. if he is feeling really energetic/extroverted then i don’t think he would get super jealous. but if he was tired/upset/sad then he would get jealous fairly quickly. the main thing that would make him jealous would be physical touch. he gets silent and a little more touchy with you than usual. third most possessive member.

[☀︎] — kevin. he doesn’t get jealous much, to be honest. so he would be really good at hiding it. if someone is verbally flirting with you, pick-up lines/asking you out on a date/etc, he might be a little annoyed but not jealous because he trusts you and knows you will reject them. at most, he’ll keep an arm around you or his hand comfortingly on you and tries to get you away from the person flirting with you. especially if you’re visibly uncomfortable, he goes full on protective boyfriend!

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). i feel like chanhee gets more annoyed than jealous but not at you ofc. he would often roll his eyes when he thought no one could see. sometimes he doesn’t hold back snarky comments because he wants to make it known that there’s an issue. eventually when he gets you alone, he will express his feelings about it.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). he also gets jealous easily but never admits it. he gets sensitive as hell. possessive #4. he would see you spending too much time with someone else as kind of offensive, like you think you’ve found someone better than him? sometimes, he might unconsciously spit out words (not at you) that might be too harsh.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. #1 most possessive member. congrats. no pouting, no expression, just a straight face. he’ll just be quiet or act like he’s perfectly fine when in fact he is not. he would probably, unconsciously, send death glares towards the person whom he’s jealous of and he wouldn’t be as talkative as he usually is when he’s around you. when you’re finally alone he airs all of his feelings out and gets unbelievably very believably pouty and even throws a tantrum or two. you’ll never hear the end of it.

[☀︎] — eric. he’s like a child expressing his feelings directly without filtering his thoughts when he’s jealous. he would make lots of jokes and is even louder if possible. however, he doesn’t let it bother him but he’ll still be very clingy. sometimes, he would just act like he’s jealous just to get some action going between the two of you. if he isn’t with you though, and he hears someone tried flirting with you/asking you out, he kinda gets a little pouty. “but i’m cuter, right?” or “tell me you’ll always be mine.” not really in a possessive way but more as a reassurance to himself.

[soleilwoo]

(it's still me) i think i nead a sunwoo mommy kind head canon now... *ugh*

kim sunwoo + mommy kink

pairing: kim sunwoo x (fem) reader

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sunwoo was such a brat. a smirk tugging at his lips, because he thinks the way you react to being called mommy is cute. constantly throwing insults and biting back at you, even if you were trying to be nice. you knew what he truly wanted, even if he tried to hide it. the only way to draw it out of him was to bring him just to the edge before ripping it away from him. his cock drooled precum from the angry red tip, hips thrusting up to no avail, you weren’t about to let him cum until he proved to you he deserved it.

his shaky exhale is followed by a sharp intake of breath as his fingers grip the bedsheets tightly. his thighs shake under the palm of your hands, twitching uncontrollably as he feels your warm breath ghost over his throbbing member. your teasing leaves him a whimpering and squirming mess when you’re just inches away from where he was dying for you to touch him. sometimes he gets a little excited and bucks his hips for more, so you have to hold him down. “no, no that’s going to get you no where. you know what to do. tell mommy what you really want.”

sunwoo’s face is flushed in a deep shade of red, and his forehead holds a glistening layer of sweat. he’s got his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, inhaling through his nose as his eyes screw shut. the game he was trying to play before was long forgotten about. “f-fuck, i want you to touch me, already-” he whined, breath uneven as he panted and stared up at you through half-lidded eyes.

no… he needs you. he needs your touch, needs your taste, your scent, he needs you to make him cum.

you clicked your tongue against your teeth and sighed, “you didn’t have to go on like this, you could’ve just asked, i wouldn’t have told you no,” you taunt, not being able to refrain from pointing out how pathetic he looked.

“y/n, y/n,” he swallows hard, “mommy, please,” sunwoo begs, barely above a whisper. “please, mommy. please. touch me.” he felt embarrassed at his begging but the thoughts cleared from his head immediately when you smile, fingers trailing down his chest before reaching his desperate cock again. the pace you set is slow, deliberate and precise, you know exactly where to touch and how to.. and it took everything in you not to laugh at how pathetic he was acting.

sunwoo hates being teased but you know he won’t cum until you tell him to. he just wants you to use him and leave him a fucking mess. he does anything you tell him to. he lives for your approval and praise.

he lets out a groan when you finally start slowly working your hand up and down his shaft. you pump him up and down while you thumbed at his slit every time your finger meets the slippery skin. it’s fiery, the touch, though he knows you’re taking your time. “how do you feel? come on, use your words aegiya.” the gentle command has him almost spiraling as his whole body twitches against you.

“f-feels good..” sunwoo murmurs, his words coming out strained. “you make me feel good, mommy,” your stomach flutters at the nickname.

“of course,” your movements become rapid. his hands are flimsy on your waist as he struggles to maintain his composure, “you’re doing so good for me. so, so good!” a whimper slips past his lips at your words dripping with endearment. he feels no shame in basking in your praise and soothing words. “go on, aegiya. you can cum for me, now. cum for mommy.”

it’s barely a second later when you feel him twitch in your hand, hips jerking forward as he finishes over his stomach with a whimper. and he whimpers loud as fuck, too. he looks so beautiful underneath you. his hair disheveled and clung to his face, cheeks flushed bright red with a blissed out expression.

you let your palm glide over his still hardened member, circling your thumb across his slit and sunwoo hisses as he grips your wrist tightly. “w-wait”, he moans, fingers digging in your skin as he inhales. but you pay him no mind, already getting his overstimulated body worked up once more. — “ah-ah… it’s too much mommy!” he suddenly wails.

“too much?” you ask, pulling back for a brief moment to push his hair from his face. “don’t you want to cum inside me too?” the question falls from your lips in a sweet, almost innocent, manner. — sunwoo’s jaw slacks and his pupils visibly dilate as he nods, his hand slipping inside of your underwear without warning as he seals your lips in a hungry kiss.

[soleilwoo]

Hello, babe! 💋🤗

So to begin with, I loveee your stuff and I just CANNOT stop reading them if I don’t have sumn else, like dis ma safe place ya know? Not to mention that tbz are my ult 🙂‍↕️😌

Anyway, you know how you did a ‘you as their American neighbor’?

Well I was wondering if you could, maybe, do a ‘you as their German neighbor’? She speaks English though ofc…

Cause like… I’m German and I just can’t help myself… I need an image, I need some ideas, I don’t know what to imagine, I need a vision 🫠😭

Also, ig you know the fact that Germans have Sunday as a relax day or sumn. Like, they do nothing, really.

So, not to be a pain in the ass, I was wondering if anything would change cause like it’s the nationality that’s different… do you have any ideas you could share? If not then dw! I will eventually find something to inspire me 🥸

Thanks kyutie!! (See what I did here?)

the boyz with a german s/o

soleilwoo: i went with them having a s/o from germany, instead, and tried my best so, i apologize in advance!!

[☀︎] — sangyeon. he seems like someone who wouldn't learn languages rather easily, so it would be surprising if he picked up a few phrases and words while dating you. he’s definitely a romantic that learns how to say 'i love you' in german. flirt with him in your native language and he's a goner.

[☀︎] — jacob. when you’re speaking german, he doesn't showcase any different facial expression, but damn does it sound cool af. he’s used to hearing korean and english whenever he’s working, but this takes the cake.

[☀︎] — younghoon. he would love to hear you talk about your home for hours, and its food, and its culture, and the people. one day, he’d even like to go visit there with you.. secretly talking with your parents to see if you guys could possibly go to your home country for a few days.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. ok he would find you so attractive. he has no idea what the hell you’re talking about, but please continue. he will use the translator to say something cute to you, as he cannot learn because it is very different. like, basic things he can’t learn, but things like “you’re hot” he says 24/7!

[☀︎] — juyeon. the moment he discovered you’re not from korea he loves to learn about your culture!! but when it comes to your language, he found it hard to learn. was close to ditching it but one day he heard you talking with your friend on the phone and he heard his name. so that kept him motivated. obviously you didn’t know but you helped him learn it anyway because he was so happy when you two had such lessons together. he can’t help but feel proud whenever he understands you. and the moment you say something, he shuts up (and so does his brain) because he just loves your accent, pronunciation… everything.

[☀︎] — kevin. he knows a bit of german himself, but not into that much depth. he knows the basics, “hello” and how to say please and thank you. he’ll definitely ask you to teach him when you’re both not busy. if you know more about germany than just the language, kevin is definitely interested!

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). there's no way he doesn't ask you to teach him something in german. it’s just really interesting and he loves just listening to you talk because a). it sounds hot and b). it sounds hot. there’s no reason why you wouldn't talk in your native tongue. even if you don't speak korean, chanhee will find a way to communicate, no worries!

[☀︎] — q (changmin). he’s very, very intrigued when you start speaking your language because changmin is not used to it and it sounds so exotic and pleasant to the ears that he wishes that you never return to speaking korean. he gets flustered every time he hears it. he’s a sweetheart and i have no doubt in my mind that you'd be taken care of tbh.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. english is not the problem - he knows it well enough to have a conversation - it's just that he has always pictured himself with someone who's korean and now you came in - someone who's the polar opposite - and he doesn't know what to do. so, he just panics. he also prays that you actually speak korean or he really does want to cry. he has too much on his plate to start learning another language, but it sounds so nice that sunwoo could listen to you speak german nonstop. it’s nice hearing something other than korean and english once in a while, and he is very lucky to experience that.

[☀︎] — eric. this one tries to replicate the words you say with the accent — no matter how far he is from you, you can always hear him repeating your words (with a little fumbling with it) with a faux german accent.

“itch lee-bee di-ck.” eric said, wrapping his arms around you as you continued to cook dinner for the dinner party you were going to have with your family.

you set your spoon down and turned around to face eric, a confused look on your face. “what did you just say?” you asked, a small smile on your lips. 

“itch lee-bee di-ck.” eric replied proudly. “sounds good, right?”

“oh, ich liebe dich.” you realized.

“that’s what i said.” eric smiled, giving you an odd look. “it means ‘i love you’.”

“no, you said some weird shit.” you laughed. “but, it was still cute.”

[soleilwoo]

hellurrrrr my fave tbz smut blog 😚

may i request hard to soft dom Sangyeon ? :3

hard to soft dom — lsy

pairing: lee sangyeon x (fem) reader

soleilwoo: I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I WROTE BUT I JUST KNOW ITS KINDA FILTHY AND FLUFFY AND PROBABLY CRINGE

mature content, minors do not interact!

when you bugged sangyeon about kinks and rough sexual plays, he was hesitant to say least, walking on eggshells with easing you into it because you were just too delicate and precious for him to hurt you for getting out a blasting orgasm he could simply have by teasing you to tears and then having an amazing sex afterwards. (with you he worries a lot, hands diligent and tentative to your needs and limits, eyes conscious of your presence).

but you being a stubborn pesky menace wouldn’t leave him alone, pouting and grouching in his lap, not listening to him and rebelling just to get a reaction out of him; you just wanted him to roughen you a tad and choke and spank you.

the first time sangyeon lavished you to teary cheeks, swollen pink hued lips, and marked your body with purples and rosy love-bites… it was heaven sent on earth for you.

it started when he ordered you to play with yourself and it was an absolute fruitless insistence because you got caught up into chasing the pleasure and that cloudy trip, instead of relaxing and enjoying yourself – which melted you into a squirmy, huffy, mess, only to whine more needily when sangyeon reached to your rescue. “let me show my angel how to fuck oneself … these dainty fingers of yours might not snuggle too deep in, like daddy’s does, that’s why you have to learn to play with your toys, jagi. it stuffs you nice and good.” he crawled on top of you, making his presence known, pinning your hips down with his bicep while smothering kisses into the inside of your quivering thighs, your centre getting slicker and slicker with his warm, daunting mouth reaching your swollen folds.

instead of making you learn, he ravished you into a proper crying mess with his tongue and his steady hand wrapped around your wrists, guiding your fingers in and out of you with an abrupt speed.

your punishment eased from getting your cummies denied, refused to be touched while sangyeon pounds into you, not empathizing with your needy and innocent crying (you’re getting better at your game), your wrists restrained to the bedhead with silk ties and he never forgets to make sure it’s not tight enough to stop the blood flow and make you dizzier than you were already about to get. “tell me when it gets too uncomfortable, yeah baby?”, to getting vibrators slipped inside your hole when you acted bratty before going somewhere and all your mind could blur onto is sangyeon, pushing you into such an intense and needy and clingy headspace “jagiya, this ones going to hurt, you did this to yourself. good girls don’t get punished, do they now?” to getting your asscheeks spanked pink and blushy with imprints of his palm around the globes of your butt.

he fucked you rough and hard, holding onto your hips to leave guaranteed bruises of his grip on you. when your limbs gave out, sinking you into the pillows, he pounded inside you with deep strokes, grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clitoris every time he bottom out snug inside you, gritting with your face squished in his palm, “can’t take it jagi?” he tutted, a knowing smirk adorned his features, “i’m gonna use you however i want.” it was a last nibble to your sanity turning you into a massive puddle of loud, desperate moans, gushing on his cock and gasping out in surprise when he slid his fingers against your throbbing clit and circled it in calculated lazy pushes.

sangyeon takes care of you afterwards, cleaning you gently. he couldn’t let you go to sleep all messy, now, could he?

he hushes your whimpers and kisses your knees, then takes care of your ass, coating a good amount of soothing creams and aloe vera gels to calm the sting, knowing you’ll be very grumpy and batty with him in the morning when all you did is wiggle and shift while taking your online classes and didn’t hear a single damn thing your professor said.

things only sangyeon could do to you.

you love taking part in his kinks as much as he does.

[soleilwoo]

Howl In My Chest Chap. 4

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ HOWL IN MY CHEST Chapter 4 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairings: werewolves!the boyz x fem!reader

main pairing: werewolf!sunwoo x fem!reader

genre: slow burn, supernatural au, werewolf au, hurt/comfort, slight harem, love triangle (or more), soulmate au, domestic au, fluff, implied smut in later chapter (18+)

warnings: mention of dead body, possessive!sunwoo, clingy!sunwoo

wc: 7.3k

status: on going

chapter list: ➤ introduction ➤ chapter 1 ➤ chapter 2 ➤ chapter 3 ➤ chapter 4 ➤ chapter 5 [smut] ➤ chapter 6 [smut]

tag lists: @babigriin @jwiloves @i8xuhao @bee-the-loser @blossominghunnie 𖹭

The door closed softly behind you.

For a long moment, you just stood there in the hallway, your fingers tingling from the heat of his skin earlier. Your lips still tasted like him. The echo of his lips still burned against yours. Your chest ached from the weight of all he had said.

The moment with Sunwoo had been raw. His arms around you, trembling but firm. His mouth on yours—desperate, reverent. You hadn’t expected that. Not from him. Not like that.

Your steps were quiet as you made your way back toward the living room.

You could hear the low rumble of voices before you turned the corner—too low to catch, like they’d been talking about something heavy. And as soon as your presence filled the doorway, the room changed.

Conversations halted. Faces shifted. Postures stiffened.

You blinked. “...What?”

Younghoon straightened almost immediately. “Everything okay?”

You nodded slowly. “He’s… resting. Calmer now.”

“Good,” Sangyeon said. His voice was even, but his gaze lingered on you longer than it should’ve.

You tilted your head, unsettled by the way the room seemed to watch you. Eric looked like he wanted to say something—anything—but one sharp glance from Juyeon shut him up before a word escaped.

The silence itched at you.

“I was thinking I should probably head back,” you said carefully, trying to keep your tone light. “It’s late. My dad’s probably—”

“No,” Younghoon cut in immediately.

You paused.

He stepped closer, expression firm. “You’re not going home tonight.”

“Why not?” you asked, eyes narrowing.

Hyunjae sat forward, elbows on his knees. “He’s right. It’s not safe. Not tonight.”

Sangyeon didn’t even flinch. He was already watching you. “We weren’t going to let you leave anyway.”

You looked around, your eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. “Why are you all acting like I’m suddenly made of glass?”

“Because you’re not just a bystander anymore,” Juyeon said from his spot near the window. “Not after what happened. Not after today.”

You sighed. “Right… Because the veilwalker marked me.”

Silence.

Changmin’s expression didn’t change. “That’s one reason.”

“But not the only one,” Kevin added.

You tilted your head. “Then what else—”

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” Younghoon said quickly, cutting you off. “And we’re not going to let you.”

Sangyeon added, “it’s that we can’t afford to lose you.”

The words settled awkwardly in the air. Too fast. Too much.

You hesitated. “But I still need to go back home.”

Haknyeon cleared his throat. “Maybe we should have someone watch her place every night. Rotate shifts. Just in case.”

“Agree.” Juyeon nodded.

“I don’t need a bodyguard,” you said, voice low. “I sound like a liability.”

“You’re not,” Younghoon said immediately—fast, like he needed to get the words out before you said anything else. “Don’t say that.”

You looked at him, and something in his eyes made your breath catch.

“You’re not a burden,” Younghoon added suddenly. “Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop. We’re not protecting you because you’re fragile. We’re doing it because it’s the right thing to do.”

Jacob nodded in agreement. “If anything, it’s us who owe you. You saved one of ours. That means something.”

You tried to read their faces. They all looked calm—but too calm. Like they were carefully holding something back.

You looked down, throat tightening. “I never asked for this…”

“We know,” Sangyeon said. “But you’re in it now. And whether you like it or not… we take care of our own. You’re part of us.”

You didn’t know why it felt so heavy.

You didn’t know what it was they weren’t saying.

But you knew—deep in your chest—that something had already changed between you and them.

You just didn’t know how much.

Not yet.

***

Morning light slipped in gently and woke you. You blinked, eyes heavy, with a dull pressure in your head—like your mind had left a dream too fast.

For a second, the silence felt unreal. Then, the faint scent of your detergent, the familiar soft weight of your blanket, and the sound of birds chirping outside your window grounded you.

You were really at home.

You’d finally convinced them to let you go back last night. Now your head throbbed with a quiet, persistent fog. Just the aftertaste of too much truth too fast.

As a philosophy student, you had always seen the world in terms of questions and logic. That was the point, wasn’t it? You’d studied metaphysics, debated the nature of reality, discussed dualism and idealism in coffee-stained notebooks—but it had all been academic.

Supernatural beings? Werewolves? Veilwalkers?

Impossible.

And yet...

The past few days had shattered every neat category you’d clung to. Experience—raw and undeniable—had knocked your worldview sideways. This wasn’t a thought experiment. This was real.

You sat up slowly.

Last night…

It felt like a vivid dream. The scream that ripped through your throat like it didn’t belong to you. Sunwoo’s shift. The panic in his voice. His arms around you.

Your breath caught.

Sunwoo…

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling your heart ache with a strange mix of warmth and disbelief.

That kiss.

You hadn’t expected it. You hadn’t expected to return it. But you did. Without hesitation. It didn’t feel rushed. It didn’t feel wrong.

It felt right.

You stood and stepped toward the window from your bedroom, tugging the curtain aside. What you saw nearly made you laugh—but not in a mocking way. In disbelief. There, in the early morning mist at the woods behind your backyard, were two figures.

Haknyeon.

And Changmin.

One crouched near the edge of the tree line, scanning. The other leaned against a tree, half-yawning, rubbing at his eyes but still alert.

They were doing it. They were actually doing it.

Night shift rotation.

For you.

You pressed a hand to the windowpane, forehead lightly touching the glass. It hadn’t been a dream. They weren’t joking. You were still in it. All of it.

You closed your eyes.

And your heart clenched.

***

Somewhere deeper in the basecamp, in a room still warm with scent and memory—

Sunwoo stirred.

His body ached, though not as sharply as before. The pain was different now. Dull. Manageable. Fading. The bandages were still wrapped tight across his side, though he could feel the faint pull of movement under the gauze—healing, finally.

But he didn’t care about any of that.

All he could think about was you.

Your voice.

Your touch.

Your lips.

God, your lips.

The moment your hand brushed his cheek. The warmth of your breath against his mouth. And then the kiss.

That kiss.

It hadn’t been frantic. Not exactly. But it was urgent. Like he’d needed it more than he needed air.

And you let him have it.

You gave him that moment.

And now?

Now it was all he could think about.

“She kissed me back,” he muttered to himself, a hint of wonder in his voice. “She actually kissed me back.”

Sunwoo exhaled shakily and turned his head toward the closed door. His heart pounded harder than it should’ve. All he wanted was to see you again. Touch you again. Taste you again.

He didn’t know what this was between you—only that it felt stronger than anything he’d ever experienced. And it scared him. Not because it was dangerous.

But because it felt like he’d already lost control.

A knock on the door cut through his thoughts.

He blinked.

The door opened before he could speak.

Chanhee stepped in, as quiet and composed as ever, a fresh roll of bandages and gauze tucked under one arm. He stopped when he saw the look on Sunwoo’s face.

“Still alive?” Chanhee teased, arching a brow.

“Barely,” Sunwoo said with a small smirk on his face.

“…You're thinking about her,” he said flatly as he walked closer to the bed.

Sunwoo groaned. “That obvious?”

Chanhee sat slowly to the side of the bed, setting the supplies of his aid-kit down. “It’s all over your face. You’re literally glowing. It’s disgusting.”

Sunwoo gave a breathy laugh, wincing slightly.

Chanhee gave him a look. “Get up. I need to change your bandages.”

Sunwoo slowly sat up into a half-sitting position, wincing at the tug of healing muscle across his side. “It still hurts,” he muttered.

“Good. Means you’ll stay in bed and stop chasing trouble,” Chanhee said as he peeled back the first layer of gauze.

Sunwoo’s jaw clenched—but not from pain this time. His gaze drifted toward the door.

“I need to see her,” he said quietly.

Chanhee paused, fingers stilling.

“I figured,” he replied, tone gentler now.

Sunwoo’s voice dipped even lower. “She kissed me back.”

Chanhee glanced up, startled— “You kissed her?”

Sunwoo let out a small chuckle. “I just… I didn’t think she’d kiss me back. I didn’t even plan to do it, it just happened.”

Chanhee was about to say something but he held back for now as he began removing the already loosened bandage from Sunwoo’s body.

Sunwoo hissed slightly, but didn’t flinch away.

“I’m not scared of what this is…” Sunwoo continued. “I don’t think I can pretend anymore. I need her near me.”

“You need to rest,” Chanhee said evenly. He simply reached for the salve, started spreading it gently over his wound.

The muscle in Sunwoo’s sharp jaw twitched.

***

A little while later, you were ready.

Your bag was slung over your shoulder, your hair combed, your clothes clean. You looked like a normal person again. Just a regular sophomore with a 9AM lecture to catch and a paper due next week.

But your world wasn’t regular anymore.

You stepped into the backyard, the cool morning air brushing against your skin like a secret. Dew still clung to the grass. The woods behind your house loomed quietly under the rising sun.

And there they were.

Haknyeon and Changmin.

Still there.

You stopped short and blinked at them. “I didn’t think you’d really… do it,” you said. “The night shift rotation.”

Haknyeon flashed you a grin. “You doubted us? I’m hurt.”

“You’re not hurt,” Changmin muttered. Then he turned to you, his gaze softening. “Did you sleep okay?”

His voice wasn’t teasing. It was quiet and sincere. That was the thing with Changmin—you always got the sense that he saw more than he let on.

You smiled faintly. “I did. Thanks to you guys.”

From the bag on your shoulder, you pulled out two small boxes—each neatly packed, still warm.

“I made breakfast,” you said, offering them out.

Haknyeon looked like he’d just been told he won the lottery. “You’re kidding—wait, for real?!”

Changmin blinked at the boxes, surprised. “Whoa! But… You didn’t have to, you know?”

“I wanted to.”

Haknyeon took his with a bright, grateful smile. “You’re gonna make me cry, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes, amused. “You’re more dramatic than Sunwoo.”

“I take that as a compliment,” he said proudly, already peeking inside his box. “Oh my god—did you make these gyeran-mari yourself?”

Changmin took his box more carefully, giving you a quiet nod of thanks. “Eat your food, Haknyeon.”

You glanced toward the street and shifted your bag higher on your shoulder. “You guys should head back. I’ve got to go to campus.”

The boys exchanged a glance. Then, with a wordless understanding only packmates seemed to share, they nodded.

“You’ll be okay?” Changmin asked one last time.

You smiled. “Yeah. I’ve got people watching over me now, right?”

Haknyeon gave a short, proud salute. “Damn right.”

You gave them a last wave, then headed out the side gate and into the front of your house—

—and stopped.

A sleek, dark car was parked just in front of your house.

You blinked.

Younghoon was already leaning against the driver’s side door, arms crossed, casual as ever. His eyes met yours like he’d been waiting there for hours.

You raised a brow at him.

He nodded toward the passenger side. “We’re going to college together from now on.”

You stared. “Are you my escort now?”

“No,” he said dryly. “I'm your... academic support wolf.”

You tried not to laugh. Failed. “Right.”

He pulled open the passenger side door without another word, like this had all been decided ahead of time and you were just catching up.

Inside the car, three familiar faces turned toward you.

Juyeon, sitting behind the driver’s seat, gave you a small nod, that same calm, steady smile you’d grown used to seeing now. It was comforting in a quiet way.

Kevin, by the window, waved cheerfully. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

And then Hyunjae leaned forward between the seats, his eyes bright with amusement. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait—Kevin? Hyunjae? You guys came too?” you asked, staring at them like they’d just teleported into your reality.

Hyunjae scoffed like you’d just insulted his entire existence. “So you really didn’t recognize us until now? We literally go to the same college.”

“I didn’t know you went to my college too,” you said honestly, sliding into the seat beside Younghoon.

“We do,” Kevin chirped. “Just in a different building. The media arts department is across campus.”

“That’s why I barely saw you,” you muttered.

Hyunjae smirked. “Uh-huh. Sure. You just have a selective memory for handsome faces. You have met me before, by the way. Once. In the courtyard. With Younghoon, Kevin, and Juyeon. Sunwoo was there too. Ring any bells?”

You gave him a flat look. “Really?”

“Wow. Just wow. The disrespect.” Hyunjae shook his head in disbelief, his tone full of joke.

“I didn’t know—!”

 “You actually forgot? It’s okay.” Kevin burst into laughter. “You’re officially in the pack now. You’re allowed to insult us—as long as it’s with love.”

“How am I supposed to recognize your faces instantly?” you grumbled. “I’m not a superhuman like you guys.”

“Insult accepted,” Hyunjae said brightly, clearly just teasing you.

You groaned and leaned your head against the seat.

But as the car started and rolled toward campus—with these strangely beautiful, terrifying, loyal people beside you—you felt something settle deep in your chest.

It didn’t feel normal.

But it felt safe.

***

The sun was higher by the time you arrived at campus.

Younghoon walked with you across the quad without a word, but you noticed how he angled slightly toward you. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough that you realized—if anything happened, if anyone came too close—he’d move first.

Your first lecture was one you’d shared with Younghoon before. But now, Juyeon was there too.

You usually sat near the edge of the row. Now you found yourself seated in the middle, bracketed between the two of them. Younghoon on your left, Juyeon on your right. It didn’t feel suffocating, but it didn’t feel accidental either.

During the lecture, you tried to focus. You really did.

But you could feel them. The quiet awareness that came from more than just glancing over. Juyeon’s eyes lingered longer than necessary, studying your profile with that unreadable look of his. Younghoon, meanwhile, didn’t stare—but every so often, you caught him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, just long enough to make sure you were still breathing.

It should’ve been overwhelming. But somehow, it wasn’t.

You didn’t feel watched. You felt protected.

And then, halfway through the lecture, your professor mentioned something—just a passing reference in the context of symbolic myth and archetypes:

“...some theories suggest that shapeshifters appear in stories to challenge our perception of human identity. The wolf-man myth, for example, dates back centuries—”

You blinked, suddenly too aware of the silence in your head. The word shapeshifter echoed differently now. It didn’t sound fictional. It sounded familiar.

You looked at the slide projected on the wall. A blurry sketch of a man half-transformed, hunched beneath a full moon.

You swallowed hard.

Younghoon leaned slightly toward you, voice low and dry with amusement.

“Wow. Groundbreaking stuff. Did they even know about real shapeshifters?”

You gave him a side glance, half a glare.

He kept his expression neutral, but you saw the smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“They should bring a veilwalker in for guest lecture. You know, for historical accuracy.”

You stifled a laugh, your pencil still frozen in your hand.

Juyeon, from the other side, didn’t say anything, but you could feel his gaze, lingering on the projected image like he knew exactly what it meant.

Your eyes darted between them—Younghoon with his dry wit, Juyeon with his quiet intensity—and you found yourself wondering, Why are they even philosophy majors?

You kept the thought to yourself. Tucked it into the corner of your mind alongside everything else you hadn’t figured out yet.

Your pencil didn’t move for the rest of the lecture.

***

Basecamp. Late Morning.

The cabin smelled like fresh air, burnt toast, and wolf.

Sunwoo sat on the edge of the couch, one arm curled over his stomach, his side still aching but less than yesterday. He looked… better. Healthier. His skin was not pale anymore. The lines of pain near his eyes had eased. But still, none of that mattered to him.

Not when Haknyeon was holding up a breakfast box like it was the goddamn crown jewels.

“She really made this,” Haknyeon was saying, grinning from ear to ear. “For me. Can you believe that? Homemade gyeran-mari. That’s real affection right there.”

“Don’t make it weird,” Changmin said flatly. He was seated on the armrest beside him, chewing on his own breakfast slowly—like he didn’t want it to end. His cheeks were puffed out with food, totally squirrel mode activated.

Sunwoo’s eyes narrowed. “Let me try it.”

Changmin gave him a sideways glare with mouth full. “You have toast.”

“That’s your toast,” Chanhee said from the kitchen. “I toasted it for you.”

“Exactly,” Sunwoo said with a smirk. “It tastes like resentment.”

Chanhee’s jaw dropped in disbelief of Sunwoo’s words.

Haknyeon snorted into his food. “You’re just mad she didn’t make you a box.”

“She didn’t see me this morning,” Sunwoo pointed out. “Not my fault I was left to rot here.”

Without warning, Sunwoo reached over Changmin’s chopstick and stole a bite of the rolled egg with his mouth.

Changmin froze.

“You did not—”

Sunwoo grinned mid-chew.

Changmin let out a scandalized yell—more like a high-pitched scream—and smacked Sunwoo on the arm. “What the hell, you animal!”

“I regret nothing,” Sunwoo said, smug.

“I toasted your bread,” Chanhee said, emerging from the kitchen with his arms crossed.

Sunwoo gestured loosely at the charred corner of his toast. “You call this toast? It’s emotional damage.”

“You little—” Chanhee bit back a curse and tossed a dishrag at him.

Eric, sprawled upside down on the armchair with his legs hanging over the back, let out a loud cackle that echoed through the cabin. “This is way better than any reality show.”

“You say that like you didn’t fall down the stairs yesterday,” Sangyeon said calmly, not looking up from his laptop.

“I meant to fall,” Eric argued. “It was part of my descent arc.”

Jacob chuckled softly, sipping from his mug. “You tripped over your own shoelaces, man.”

“They were cursed,” Eric insisted.

Sangyeon and Jacob exchanged a long look—the kind of shared silence that said these are the people we’ve chosen to live with. Somehow.

“I hate all of you,” Changmin muttered, cradling the remains of his breakfast box like it was a precious heirloom.

Sunwoo leaned back into the couch, letting the voices fade around him. A small smile tugged at his lips despite the dull ache in his ribs.

He could still taste the bite he’d stolen—sweet, warm, and real. Something about it reminded him of you. Of the way you always did things quietly, without asking for thanks.

And he couldn’t wait to see you again.

***

Morning had softened into noon. Outside the basecamp, the treetops swaying gently under scattered sunlight. Most of the pack had drifted into their routines—some dozing, others stepping out for a short run along the perimeter.

Sangyeon found Sunwoo on the back porch, sitting comfortably there. He looked out toward the trees like he was waiting for someone to appear at the edge of the woods.

“You’ve been quieter today,” Sangyeon said.

Sunwoo didn’t turn. “Not really. Everyone else is just loud.”

Sangyeon huffed a small laugh, stepping out and closing the door behind him. For a while, he didn’t speak. Just let the air settle. The tension in Sunwoo’s posture was subtle, but unmistakable to someone who had watched him grow.

“I need to talk to you about something,” Sangyeon said eventually. “It’s about her.”

Sunwoo’s body stilled.

Sangyeon sat down beside him. “You imprinted on her.”

There was no accusation in his voice. No judgment. Just a simple truth, laid bare between them.

Sunwoo finally looked at him. “How do you know?”

“We weren’t sure at first,” Sangyeon admitted. “But we felt it when you lost control last night. You were still healing—and yet the second you sensed she might be in danger, you shifted. Fully. No hesitation. You let the wolf take over before your ribs were even done mending.”

Sunwoo stared at him, throat tight.

“That kind of instinct,” Sangyeon continued, voice quieter now, “doesn’t come from fear. Or loyalty. It comes from something deeper. Older.” He paused. “It comes from imprinting.”

Sunwoo looked away. But there was no denying it. He’d felt it in his bones—that pull, that need. It had taken over before he could even think.

Sunwoo exhaled through his nose, eyes flickering back to the woods. “…She doesn’t know.”

“That’s not uncommon,” Sangyeon said gently. “The human side doesn’t always feel it, not consciously. Sometimes not ever. But you felt it.”

“I thought I was just going insane,” Sunwoo muttered. “I couldn’t explain it. I just knew I had to stay close to her. I’d rip my own arm off if she asked. I’d burn the whole damn forest if she looked scared.”

Sangyeon’s expression softened, though his voice remained calm. “That’s the imprint. It overrides instinct. Overrides fear.”

Sunwoo was quiet again, but this time it wasn’t avoidance. It was realization settling in his chest.

And then he said, with startling clarity, “Even if it wasn’t imprinting, I still would’ve chosen her.”

Sangyeon looked at him.

“I would’ve made her my mate anyway,” Sunwoo continued. “I already made that decision before I even knew what this was. The imprint just... caught up to me.”

A silence passed between them, steady and weighted. Sangyeon eventually nodded, approving.

“In my pack,” he said, “we protect those who are imprinted on. Whether they know or not. It’s not just your job anymore, Sunwoo. We won’t let you carry this alone.”

Sunwoo looked at him, something in his chest loosening. “You’re serious?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” Sangyeon replied. “She’s part of this now. If she’s yours—she’s ours.”

Sunwoo leaned back against the porch post, tension easing out of his shoulders little by little. “…Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” Sangyeon said. “Just don’t screw it up.”

That earned a small smile from Sunwoo. “I thought you trusted me.”

“I do,” Sangyeon said, straightening. “But trust doesn’t mean I’ll let you off easy.”

They stood there a while longer, saying nothing, just letting the wind speak between the trees, the understanding between them held firm by years of pack and pain and promise.

***

Afternoon sun was already dipping low by the time you returned to basecamp. When you stepped out of Younghooon’s car and saw the cabin again, nestled between the trees like it had always been part of the forest, your chest eased. Just a little.

Then the front door slammed open—and a blur of movement was suddenly in front of you.

You didn’t even get a full breath in before Sunwoo wrapped you in a tight hug.

He clung to you like he hadn’t seen you in days, like the hours apart had stretched into something unbearable. There was no hesitation in the way his arms locked around you, no room for space, just warmth and urgency, like he was trying to make up for every second you’d been gone.

You stiffened slightly out of instinct, mostly because you didn’t expect it—didn’t expect him to even be upright yet.

But he was. And he was warm. Solid. Strong. You could even smell his scent. Something addictive like wild pine, musk, and soft spice.

“You’re standing,” you said dumbly, muffled slightly by his shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he said, grinning against your temple.

You pulled back, wide-eyed. “Wait—you’re okay? Already?”

“He is,” Chanhee’s voice came from the cabin door, arms crossed as he leaned against the frame. “Werewolves heal faster than humans. He’ll probably be back to full strength by tomorrow. Unfortunately.”

“You say that like you don’t love me,” Sunwoo quipped as you walked with him inside the house.

Chanhee rolled his eyes. “I say that like I’m the one who has to duct-tape you back together every time you try to be a hero.”

You blinked between them. “So you really are okay?”

Sunwoo’s grin softened. “I am. Honestly, I feel better than I should.”

“We’re built different,” Younghoon said as he passed, hands in his pockets. “Bones, muscles, instincts, senses. Even in human form, we’re tougher than you think.”

“To prove it—” Eric suddenly entered the living room like a storm, his voice already too loud. “Watch this.”

“Oh no,” Jacob muttered from the table, hand covering his face.

Eric made a beeline for the piano, and behind you, Kevin shrieked, “Not the piano!”

“But it’s the heaviest thing in here!”

“There’s literally a whole damn couch!” Kevin pointed dramatically.

Unfazed, Eric pivoted to the couch and—with zero hesitation or permission—grabbed and lifted it clean off the floor with just one hand.

“Ta-da!” he beamed. “Living room Hulk edition.”

You burst into a laugh you didn’t know you’d been holding in. “Why would you even—”

“Because I can,” Eric said proudly, then grunted as the couch wobbled and dropped with a loud thud. “And because someone—” he shot a look at Sangyeon “—said I had zero upper body strength.”

“That was Chanhee,” Sangyeon corrected without looking up from the map on the table. “But you just proved my point anyway.”

“You guys are unbelievable,” you said through a smile, shaking your head as you moved to sit by the table. It was weirdly comforting—the banter, the teasing. The way they moved like a real pack. A family.

Sunwoo sat beside you, close but not crowding, the way he always seemed to know how to be. “Don’t worry,” he said under his breath. “I can lift couches too. If you ever need one moved.”

You chuckled. “Noted.”

Just as the conversation turned toward the plan—routes through the woods, how to monitor the growing number of strangers spotted nearby—Sangyeon lifted his head suddenly. He heard something.

You later heard it too.

Footsteps. Voices. Faint, not hurried.

The crunch of gravel. The rustle of leaves under steady boots.

The pack going still, not tense—but they were listening.

Outside the cabin, through the trees, a small group of men began to emerge.

They didn’t look like a coordinated squad or law enforcement team. Not fully, anyway. Some were in regular flannel or hiking jackets, a few in mismatched forest camo. One of them had a bandaged arm, another wore a local park ranger badge on his belt. A couple held hunting rifles, though none were raised.

They weren’t approaching like a threat.

More like… a group of people trying to understand something strange.

You looked through the window.

Their eyes weren’t sharp with aggression. They looked confused. Wary. Curious. One of them gestured toward the cabin, as if asking the others, Who even lives out here?

“They don’t know,” Chanhee murmured. “They’re not here for us. Not exactly.”

“They’re here because of wolves,” Jacob said, voice quiet. “Not werewolves.”

You swallowed. Right. Your father’s call. The report about dangerous animals. Not monsters.

Just… a misunderstanding. A dangerous one.

“They’re probably here to ask questions,” Sangyeon said, calmly. “We wait. No sudden moves.”

“They don’t know who we are,” Juyeon added. “Let’s keep it that way.”

You nodded silently, heart climbing a little higher in your chest.

***

The door creaked open.

Sangyeon stepped out first, his movements steady, composed, as if he’d done this a hundred times before. You followed closely behind him, heart thudding in your chest but your expression calm. The others stayed just inside the doorway, some near the windows, but they were listening. Focus.

The men had stopped about twenty feet from the porch, not quite threatening—but clearly hesitant. One of them shifted his stance when he saw you, recognition dawning slowly on his face.

"Oh, miss," the man said, squinting a little. He was wearing an official-looking jacket with the patch for County Animal Control, and his tone was more surprised than accusatory. "Aren’t you the one who found that injured wolf in your backyard the other day?"

You gave him a polite smile, stepping forward a little. "Yes, that was me."

He frowned. "We told you not to wander around the woods alone."

You nodded, still smiling. "I’m not alone," you said, gesturing lightly to the porch and the cabin behind you. "These guys are my friends."

Sangyeon took that moment to step beside you, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a card. He handed it to the man without hesitation.

"I’m Sangyeon. I’ve lived here for years," he said, voice calm and professional. "I do research on local folklore and regional myths. Freelance writer and consultant for media, too."

The man blinked at the card, as if surprised someone up here would have one.

"Jacob and Chanhee—" Sangyeon gestured to the two who now stepped into view, both of whom nodded politely. "They work with local herbs. Foraging, tinctures, that kind of thing."

Jacob smiling in that gentle way he had. “I do some foraging and herbal studies here, too, Sir. With Chanhee.”

Chanhee gave a stiff nod beside him, crossing his arms. “We’ve got permits for all of it.”

"And the others?"

"My younger brothers. A few are college students from town. They rent the spare rooms here."

The animal control guy squinted again. "Didn’t think this place was a boarding house."

"It’s quiet," Sangyeon said with a soft shrug. "Good for writing. They needed a quiet place to rent. I let them stay. I own the property.”

There was a short pause.

You stepped in again, keeping your voice light. "I actually came here today to warn them. About the wolves. I heard there might be more sightings lately."

The lie came smoothly. Your hands didn’t tremble. Your tone didn’t falter.

The officer beside the animal control guy—tall, wearing a duty belt and the grim look of someone used to bad news—spoke next.

"We’ve found another body."

Your breath caught.

"A different one," he clarified. "Yesterday was a hiker near the creek. This morning, it was a camper up by the north ridge. That makes two now."

There was a long, heavy pause.

"We’re not saying wolves did it for sure," he went on, "but... people are nervous. Some think a rogue pack might be nesting somewhere out here. We’re looking into it."

Sangyeon’s face darkened just a fraction. "That’s awful. I hope you’ll let us know if there’s anything we can do."

"We’re asking anyone living near the woods if they’ve seen anything unusual. Heard howling, spotted movement. Anything." The animal control guy glanced between you and the others. "Have you seen anything?"

"No wolves near the cabin, Sir." Jacob said easily. "We go out foraging most mornings. It’s been quiet."

"Still," Chanhee added with a practiced smile, "we’ll be more careful. And keep an eye out."

The group of men relaxed slightly, reassured by the normalcy of the voices, the faces, the stories.

"Alright," the officer said finally. "If you see or hear anything, you call it in. You understand?"

Sangyeon nodded. "Of course. We’ll report."

They turned and began to walk back toward the trees, boots crunching quietly over twigs and moss. But before they got too far, you stepped forward again, keeping your voice polite and steady.

“Sorry—one more thing, if that’s okay?”

The animal control guy paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

You gestured lightly toward the trees. “Do you mind telling us about your patrol routes? Some of my friends here forage sometimes, and I’d hate for them to get in your way.”

At that, the whole pack had subtly shifted closer—still inside the cabin or hovering behind the windows—but you knew they were listening intently. Every word mattered.

One of the men gave a short nod. “We’re keeping it simple. Morning and afternoon rounds. No night patrols. It’s too hard to see in the dark.”

You caught a flicker of relief in Chanhee’s eyes.

“Any traps?” you asked next, feigning casual curiosity. “We just want to make sure no one accidentally stumbles into something dangerous.”

That earned a soft chuckle from another man. “Don’t worry. Our traps are meant for carnivores, not foraging kids.”

Still, he explained. “We’ve got some snares out—steel cable loops, mostly along fence lines and known game trails. Some scent lure stations too—meant to draw predators toward specific spots. And we’ve put up motion-triggered trail cameras now. For tracking.”

“Where, exactly?” you asked, tilting your head as though genuinely curious.

“Let’s see…” The animal control guy squinted, thinking. “One along the north ridge. Another near the old logging trail. Couple more by the creek bend and a ridge near the back trail fork. You’ll know ‘em if you see the signs.”

“Thanks,” you said, nodding warmly. “We’ll steer clear.”

The man offered a brief smile before turning back toward the path. The group disappeared into the trees again, the woods swallowing their presence bit by bit.

"Let’s get inside," Sangyeon said quietly.

You glanced over your shoulder one last time at the trail, the quiet woods beyond it, and the direction the hunters had gone.

Then you followed the others back inside.

Because the real planning was just about to begin.

***

Sangyeon stepped forward, spreading a large, weather-worn map across the coffee table. “Second body. Same signs as before,” he said. “This time near the north ridge. That puts it uncomfortably close to our territory.”

No one spoke for a moment. Even Eric’s usual bouncing knee was still.

Juyeon folded his arms and leaned against the couch. “Too close. If they’re moving inward, we’re going to need new patrol lines.”

“They’ve got snares and camera traps out,” Kevin added. “If anyone transforming near a scent lure, we could be exposed.”

“I already marked where the traps are,” Haknyeon said, stepping in and slapping a second paper down over the map. “North ridge. Old logging trail. Creek bend. Back trail fork. We’re dodging a web now.”

You watched in silence, trying to take it all in. But then Haknyeon turned toward you, finger pointing like you’d just won a game show.

“And you—you absolute legend,” he said, dramatically squinting at you. “You got all that info without looking suspicious. That’s some high-level spy stuff.”

You blinked. “I just asked nicely.”

“Exactly! That’s the move!” Haknyeon dug into his jacket pocket and lobbed something your way.

You caught it on instinct. A soft grey beanie, slightly stretched at the edges, clearly worn before.

“What is this?”

“Your official promotion gift.” He grinned. “Welcome to the strategy squad. I hereby name you my second-in-command. Assistant to the Brain of the Operations. Me.”

“Seriously, Haknyeon? Is that name a thing?” Chanhee muttered from the armchair.

“She’s earned it,” Haknyeon said proudly. “She’s got brains, guts, and she’s not afraid to ask hunters about their exact trap placement while keeping a straight face. That’s elite.”

You laughed, holding the beanie in your lap. “What happens if I wear this?”

“Instant genius status. And everyone has to bring you snacks.”

“Again, not a real rule,” Changmin muttered.

“Snacks are always a rule,” Eric said under his breath, nodding solemnly.

Sangyeon shook his head with a faint, amused sigh. “Jokes aside—(Y/N), if you’re up for it, we’d like you to stay involved. Ears on the ground in town. Let us know what people are saying—rumors, fears, anything weird.”

“You want me to spy?”

“We want you to be our ears,” Jacob said gently. “And our voice, when we can’t use ours.”

You swallowed, feeling the weight of the trust in that sentence.

“Yeah,” you said finally. “Okay. I can do that.”

Haknyeon gave a satisfied nod. “My second-in-command approved.”

Then he turned to grab the updated patrol sheets—but the moment your hand touched the beanie again, you felt eyes on you.

Sunwoo.

He was sat next to you, hoodie pulled low over his head, his eyes were locked on the hat in your lap. And then—on your hand holding it.

Sunwoo shifted slightly, arms crossing, voice casual but sharp enough to cut through the banter.

“Hope Haknyeon didn’t wear that thing too much. Would be awkward if it still smells like him.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

“You know,” Sunwoo said, shrugging. “Scent-marking and all. Kinda a thing with wolves.”

“That’s a thing?”

“Don’t get too comfortable wearing Haknyeon’s beanie,” Sunwoo murmured, voice like smoke and a secret. “If anyone’s scent-marking you, it should be me.”

Across the room, Eric slowly leaned toward Hyunjae. “Did he just—?”

“Yup.”

Younghoon raised an eyebrow, jaw tight. “Seriously, Sunwoo?”

Sunwoo glanced at him, unfazed. “What? She should know what it means if she wears something that smells like another wolf.”

Younghoon scoffed under his breath. “You sound like you’re ready to pick a fight over a damn hat.”

“Not picking a fight,” Sunwoo said evenly, eyes still on you. “Just making things clear.”

“Oh my god,” Chanhee muttered.

You blinked, caught between laughing and combusting.

Haknyeon looked mildly offended. “Dude, it’s a hat. I didn’t lick it first.”

“But did you rub your head all over it before?” Eric added, clearly enjoying the chaos.

“I might have worn it during a full-moon patrol, yes.”

“Oh great,” Sunwoo muttered, leaning further back. “Now it’s a signature piece.”

You raised your hands. “Okay, okay—no one’s scent-marking me with knitwear. I’m just trying to help keep you guys from getting caught on a trail cam.”

That broke the tension. The room filled with easy laughter again—like the knot had been untied.

Sunwoo didn’t push it further, but when you glanced his way again, he caught your gaze for a second too long. And his smile wasn’t there.

***

The meeting wrapped. The maps were rolled, the strategies set. One by one, the pack started peeling away. Some to the kitchen, some toward their rooms, voices low and tired.

You were just about to follow Haknyeon—still holding the beanie in your hands—when a warm hand closed gently around your wrist.

You turned.

Sunwoo.

He didn’t say a word. Just gave you a look and pulled you along the hallway. Not into a room, not out of sight. Just a few steps down, where the lights were softer and the hum of voices from the living room faded behind you.

“Sunwoo?” you asked, laughing nervously. “What are you—?”

He stopped when you were both near the wall, out of the way of the others, close enough that you could smell the pine clinging to his hoodie.

His eyes flicked down to your hands.

“You’ve been holding that hat for ten minutes,” he said, tilting his chin toward the beanie.

“So?”

“So…” He plucked it from your grip. Not rough. Just casually, like it was his business. “Haknyeon’s scent is all over it.”

You stood still.

“And I hate it,” he said, tone matter-of-fact. “Mine’s better.”

Without missing a beat, Sunwoo reached for the zipper of his hoodie and tugged it down, peeling it off in one smooth motion. Then he wrapped the hoodie around you.

You slipped your arms through the sleeves before you could even think about it. The fabric was warm, a little oversized.

And just as you were adjusting it, he reached out and gently tugged the hood over your head, so that his scent surrounded you completely.

It’s warm. Heavy. Still carrying his body heat. Still soaked in his scent.

You stared at him, stunned.

“…Did you just scent-mark me with your hoodie?”

He didn’t even flinch. “You’re welcome.”

Your blinked. “Are you… always this jealous?”

He didn’t smile.

Didn’t joke. Didn’t give you some playful comeback like he usually would.

Instead, something flickered behind his eyes.

He took a step closer.

“You think this is jealousy?” he asked, voice low and tight, like he was trying to hold himself together and barely managing it. “Try watching someone else leave their scent on you and pretending it doesn’t drive you insane.”

Air caught in your lungs.

“That kiss we shared yesterday,” he said. “Did it mean nothing to you?”

You froze. Unexpected by the sudden question.

“I keep thinking about it,” he said, gaze searching yours. “About the way you looked at me. The way you leaned in like I was the only one you saw.”

You parted your lips to speak, but he beat you to it.

“I’m trying not to lose it. But every part of me is screaming that you’re already mine. So tell me—why the hell does it feel like I still have to fight for you?”

Then—

“You what?”

The voice hit like a whipcrack.

You spun just as Younghoon stepped into view at the end of the hallway, eyes dark, body already tense.

Before you could even register what was happening, Younghoon had shoved Sunwoo backward—not with full force, but enough to make the chair behind him scrape the floor.

He snapped, eyes flashing. “You kissed her?”

“Back off,” Sunwoo growled, posture instantly shifting—not aggressive, but defensive.

“You don’t get to claim her just because you kissed her once,” Younghoon spat. “You don’t even know what that means.”

“I do,” Sunwoo bit back. “You’re just pissed that I got there first.”

Younghoon’s hand shot out, shoving him back a step. “You kissed her once, Sunwoo.”

“And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

Then it was movement. A blur.

Younghoon lunged.

You stumbled back as Sunwoo caught him mid-tackle, and they slammed against the wall hard enough to rattle the picture frame above them.

“Stop!” you yelled.

In a blink, the pack rushed in.

Hyunjae and Juyeon grabbed Younghoon by both arms, holding him back just enough. Jacob stepped between them with a hand against Sunwoo’s chest.

Sangyeon appeared last.

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t need to.

“Enough.”

The word cut the tension like a blade.

Everyone froze.

“Let. Go,” Sangyeon said. “Now.”

They obeyed.

Younghoon stepped back, jaw clenched, chest heaving. Sunwoo exhaled, rubbing the back of his head where it hit the wall, but he was staring daggers at Younghoon.

Sangyeon looked between them—between you—his expression unreadable.

His voice was low, sharp with command. “We do not fight each other. Not over pride. Not over instinct. And definitely not over someone who hasn’t made a choice yet.”

You felt the weight of that. Heavy. Unavoidable.

Younghoon exhaled hard, still glaring. Sunwoo rolled his shoulders, but didn’t look away.

You stood between them—wrapped in Sunwoo’s hoodie, still holding your breath.

Neither of them said a word.

And you weren’t sure who you were more afraid of hurting.

***

Chap. 5 [smut]

dividers by @strangergraphics

[soleilwoo]

Howl In My Chest Chap. 3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ HOWL IN MY CHEST Chapter 3 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairings: werewolves!the boyz x fem!reader

main pairing: werewolf!sunwoo x fem!reader

genre: slow burn, supernatural au, werewolf au, hurt/comfort, slight harem, love triangle (or more), soulmate au, domestic, a little bit of fluff, implied smut in later chapter (18+)

warnings: suggestive, mention of blood, mention of kill, kissing, cursing, possessive!sunwoo

wc: 6.6k

status: on going

chapter list: ➤ introduction ➤ chapter 1 ➤ chapter 2 ➤ chapter 3 ➤ chapter 4 ➤ chapter 5 [smut] ➤ chapter 6 [smut]

tag lists: @babigriin @jwiloves @i8xuhao 𖹭

Everyone gathered in a tight circle around Sangyeon while the fire in the fireplace crackled softly, creating dancing shadows on the floor and walls. The silence in the living room weight heavily, until the Alpha finally spoke.

“We’re dealing with more than just werewolves. It’s not even just about us.”

You leaned forward slightly, the tension in the room wrapping around you.

“The other creatures who do prey on humans… right?” You asked, remembering that Sangyeon had mentioned this before.

They all nodded.

“There’s something in the forest. Here. In these woods. Something ancient.”

Sangyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “…it’s called The Veilwalker.”

“The… Veilwalker?” You blinked.

He nodded solemnly. “It starts as a human. A shaman, someone who once used healing and protective rituals.”

You listened, curiosity peaking despite the growing unease.

“But they turn to dark magic, do terrible things—like killing their bloodlines—just to get unnatural powers, immortality. Once it's crossed, they become something else. Twisted. Hungry. Not cursed like us, but changed. Forever.”

He glanced around the room before continuing. Something inside you recoiled at Sangyeon’s words, but not because you didn’t believe him. You did. That was the problem.

“They’ve got the ability to transform into wolves, coyotes, foxes, even hyenas. They can mimic voices. Steal faces. Lure victims in. They’re not monsters by instinct… they’re monsters by choice.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “So it’s… like a shapeshifter?”

“Yeah,” Sangyeon said. “But not the kind you want to meet in the woods.”

You took a deep breath.

A silence fell, cold and heavy. The only sound was the fire—and Haknyeon’s stomach growling loud enough for Chanhee to shoot him a look.

“…Sorry,” Haknyeon muttered a whisper. “I sacrificed my sacred snack hour for this.”

Chanhee rolled his eyes.

After that, the atmosphere went silent again.

 “Why is it attacking now?” You asked.

Sangyeon’s jaw tightened. “Because it hates human.”

You stared.

He continued, voice colder now. “Centuries ago, the forest was protected by the veilwalker. It watched over this village. Guarded it. In return, people used to worship it, leave offerings, speak its name with reverence.”

Sangyeon paused as you swallowed. “But over years of years, the villagers grew distant. Stopped believing. Stopped giving thanks. And veilwalkers hates it."

You listened carefully.

"That time, the veilwalkers began hunting on human, especially since they loved human's blood. But there was a time when they stopped. When they weren’t allowed to.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“There was a contract,” Sangyeon said. “Veilwalkers and werewolves made a pact. We agreed to protect the balance. In return, werewolves wouldn’t hunt them.”

"Until over years, a human—someone from the village—killed one of the veilwalkers.”

Your eyes widened. “Someone killed it?”

Sangyeon nodded. “I’m not sure whether the killing was accidental or intentional, but that was the last straw. The veilwalker was already teetering on the edge… but that betrayal broke it. Twisted it. It became vengeful. Corrupted by hatred. It saw the humans as ungrateful parasites who took from the land and gave nothing in return.”

He looked toward the window, as if remembering something darker.

“But it doesn’t just hate humans. It hates us too.”

You blinked. “You mean… werewolves?”

“Especially our pack,” Sangyeon said. “They saw werewolves as pretenders. Half-human, half-beast. Mockeries of the power they bled and sacrificed for. We didn’t earn our shift with rituals or murder. Our curse came through nature, not pain. And they couldn’t stand that.”

You sat back slightly, startled by the bitterness in his voice.

“They see us as rivals. And worst of all… protectors of the humans they want to destroy. Every time we stop them—every time we get in their way—it feeds their hatred.”

No one moved.

“That’s why it’s attacking,” Sangyeon said.

You looked at him, then at the others. Kevin’s hands were clenched lightly on his knees. Juyeon stared blankly at the fireplace, jaw tight. Everyone was silent.

“And… about the body in the woods?” you asked. “The one the police found? Who killed them?”

“It’s them,” Sangyeon said. “Sunwoo was attacked by it too.”

You turned slightly to glance at Sunwoo, who sat on the couch, gaze low. The memory of him on your backyard, bleeding and shivering, flashed behind your eyes.

“This is what we’ve been holding back all these years,” Sangyeon said. “This isn’t the first time they tried something. But now… now it’s getting bolder.”

You leaned back, breath shaky. “So what do we do?”

“We prepare,” Sangyeon said grimly. “And we make sure the humans don’t get caught in the middle. We keep the veilwalker from gaining more strength. From getting what it wants.”

“And if I can help?” you said, voice steady, “I want to.”

Sunwoo let out a frustrated exhale at that.

“Great,” Eric muttered under his breath. “More volunteers for the death squad.”

Changmin glared at him as Eric read the room again, realizing that it wasn’t the best time for jokes.

Outside, the wind howled against the trees.

And deep within the forest, something old stirred—watching. Waiting.

***

You could feel your heart drumming in your ears, your chest tightening as you looked at Sangyeon, still waiting. Hoping. But the way his gaze dropped told you everything.

Sangyeon didn’t say yes.

Not immediately.

His gaze lingered on you, unreadable, but guarded. Like a wall you weren’t sure you could climb.

But before he could say more—

“I won’t let you,” Sunwoo said suddenly. He had risen from his spot, eyes ablaze with something more than frustration. His voice was low but firm, edged with something volatile. Protective.

The words hit sharp, the room falling silent around him.

You blinked, startled. “What?”

His voice was low, rough with frustration. “You shouldn’t be involved in this. It’s not your fight.”

“Sunwoo, I’m already involved—”

“It’s dangerous.” His tone hardened, eyes blazing now. “This isn’t some game. That thing out there—it's not just a monster from some story. It's real. It kills. It almost killed me.”

“And I’m aware,” you shot back, standing your ground. “I know what I’m risking.”

“Exactly!” he snapped. “That’s the problem!”

Everyone turned toward Sunwoo. Even the usual hum of the fireplace felt muted.

The others stilled. Tension tightening the room like a string pulled taut.

“You’re the one dragging her into this mess, though.” Hyunjae chimed in. “If only you didn’t hunt that thing down by your own—”

“That’s why I’m the one responsible here! Not her!” Sunwoo cut him. “I don’t fucking care if this goes against what we’re supposed to do,” he growled. “I’m not just going to sit here and let her throw herself into this. She doesn’t understand what it means. How bad it can get.”

Changmin whispered, not so quietly, "He’s seriously freaking out..."

Even Sangyeon appeared taken aback by the intensity in Sunwoo’s voice. “Sunwoo…” He warned gently.

But Sunwoo didn’t budge. He looked like he wanted to argue again, but the words caught in his throat. His hands were clenched, his jaw locked. There was something deeper in his gaze now—fear, maybe. For you.

That was when Younghoon stood.

“She’s right,” Younghoon said, breaking the silence.

Everyone turned.

“She’s already involved,” he said calmly. “The veilwalker knows. It can smell Sunwoo’s blood on her. It’ll trace it. Her scent. Her home. She’s not safe just because she chooses to stay out of it.”

He looked at Sangyeon, voice firm. “If anything, she’s a bigger target now. The cops. The traps. The attention she drew by saving him—it all leads back to her.”

Sunwoo’s jaw twitched.

Hyunjae frowned, straightening. "You think she's being hunted?"

Jacob nodded. "If the veilwalker is as old and vengeful as we believe, it won't take chances. It'll try to erase anything that interfered. Including her."

“Her scent is now marked with the energy of our pack too.” Haknyeon added. “To them, isn’t she a symbol of broken rules? a human who invited and healed a werewolf into her home?”

“And we need to protect her. I want us to protect her.” Younghoon continued as he looked at Sangyeon.

Sangyeon’s gaze lingered on you, then swept slowly across the room.

Everyone was watching.

Some with surprise. Some with concern. But none with disagreement.

You felt all eyes on you. But for the first time, it didn’t make you feel small. You lifted your chin. "Then let me help. If I'm already marked, I'd rather be part of stopping it."

"Then we protect her," Sangyeon said at last. "And we plan."

You let out a quiet breath, only realizing now how tense your shoulders had been.

Sangyeon stood, his voice taking on a leader’s edge once more. “If the veilwalker is active again… it won’t stop. Not unless we stop it first.”

The pack began to straightening, focusing.

And this time, you weren’t just watching from the sidelines.

You were part of it.

***

The fire had burned low. No one spoke for a long while after Sangyeon’s final words. Then, finally, he exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“We’ll plan tomorrow,” he said, his voice steady but worn. “We all need rest. Even werewolves needed to breath.”

No one argued. The weight of the night was too much, too fast. Everyone looked like they’d aged a year in an hour.

One by one, the others began peeling away—some heading to the kitchen for late snacks, others stayed, some out back for fresh air. The mood had shifted from tension to exhaustion.

Sunwoo dropped himself down to the floor.

He didn’t move, hands clenched, eyes lowered like he was trying to burn a hole in the floorboards with his thoughts. He hadn’t looked at you since you said you wanted to help.

You wanted to ask what was on his mind, but something in his posture said he wouldn’t answer. Or couldn’t.

So you let the silence linger.

Until Juyeon shifted closer beside you, stretching his long legs out and sighing dramatically.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck made of anxiety,” he said dryly.

You smiled. “That sounds accurate.”

He glanced sideways at you, his tone softening. “You okay? I mean, really.”

You hesitated, then nodded, didn’t expect him to actually cared for you. “I think I’m still processing everything. But… yeah. I’m okay for now.”

Juyeon gave a small smile. “You’re braver than most people I’ve met. Most of us were born into this life. You just got tossed in and didn’t flinch.”

“Flinching came later,” you muttered.

He chuckled quietly. “Still. You’re holding up better than most people. Even Sunwoo.”

At the mention of his name, you glanced over at him.

Sunwoo still hadn’t moved. His eyes were distant now—lost somewhere in thought.

“He blames himself,” Juyeon whispered softly. “For dragging you into this.”

You frowned. “But I’m not blaming him.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “Sunwoo has this thing where he carries guilt like it’s a second heartbeat. Especially when it comes to people he cares about.”

You looked at Sunwoo again, this time with something softer in your chest. “I never thought he’d care this much.”

“He does,” Juyeon said. “More than he knows how to show without snarling.”

Just then, Younghoon approached, a glass of warm water in his hand. He stopped beside you, offering the drink wordlessly. You took it, mumbling a quiet thank you.

He looked at you with calm eyes—gentle, but unreadable. “If anything happens… I want you to know I’ll protect you.”

You blinked, startled by the sincerity in his tone. “Younghoon, you don’t—”

“I do,” he said. “This pack protects what matters. You matter now.”

It hit you somewhere deep. Unexpected.

You swallowed hard, nodding.

He turned and left just as quietly as he came.

You stayed there on the floor a little longer, until most of the others had gone to their corners of the house. Finally, you stood up and moved to sit next to Sunwoo on the floor, close but not too close.

He flinched slightly—like he hadn’t noticed you until now.

“I know you’re angry,” you said quietly. “Or scared. Or both. But I’m not going anywhere.”

He didn’t say anything.

You continued, “I chose this. Not because you dragged me. Because I care. Because I want to help. And because I think you would’ve done the same for me.”

At that, he turned his head slowly toward you.

His eyes were tired. But honest.

“You shouldn’t have to get hurt for me,” he murmured. “That’s what keeps messing with my head. I keep thinking… if you hadn’t found me—”

“Then you’d be dead,” you said flatly. “So let’s stop pretending I don’t belong here now.”

He looked at you, something shifting in his expression—relief, maybe. Or just the weight of guilt slowly loosening.

You bumped your shoulder gently against his.

“I’m not made of glass,” you added. “I can be stubborn too. You’ll get used to it.”

He finally gave you the faintest curve of a smile. “I already have.”

The quiet warmth between you more comforting than the fire. And for a brief moment, in the stillness of the night, things didn’t feel so heavy.

Not yet.

A loud clank followed by, “Haknyeon, for the love of god—stop trying to microwave the metal mugs!”

“I forgot it was metal!” came his outraged defense.

Laughter broke out from somewhere—probably Chanhee—and even you couldn’t stop the soft smile that pulled at your lips.

Sunwoo, still sitting beside you, finally stirred at the sound.

“They’re idiots,” he murmured, voice lower now, the tension in him easing by degrees.

You chuckled. “But the kind of idiots who care.”

For the first time in what felt like hours, his lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. He leaned his head back against the wall and let out a long, quiet breath.

A moment passed.

Then you reached out and nudged his knee lightly with yours. “You know,” you said, feigning casual, “for someone who turns into a terrifying death-beast, you sulk like a very grumpy puppy.”

Sunwoo turned his head to stare at you. “Did you just compare me to a puppy?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

There was a pause.

Then, against all odds, he let out a short, rough breath that might’ve been a laugh.

He shook his head, and this time, a real smile formed. He didn’t say anything, just leaned the side of his arm slightly against yours, letting the silence settle back in.

And for that tiny moment, there was warmth again.

You stayed there for a while beside Sunwoo, head leaning against his shoulder. He didn’t flinch.

He didn’t say anything, but the tension in his shoulders loosened. Just a bit.

For a moment, it almost felt safe.

Until—

The lights dimmed.

Not flickered. Dimmed. Like the house had suddenly inhaled and forgotten how to breathe.

You froze.

Sunwoo’s muscles tensed beneath you.

The fire cracked—then snapped with a violent pop, flames lunging upward like something had grabbed them from beneath. The warmth vanished in a blink. Cold rushed in, sudden and absolute. Your breath misted white in the air.

And then… silence.

Sunwoo growled low. The sound was barely audible, but it rumbled through his chest like an echo.

Your skin crawled. Every nerve stood on edge, screaming without sound.

You didn’t need to be told.

Something was here.

Juyeon stood, slow and tense, his nostrils flaring. “Do you feel that?”

Hyunjae cursed under his breath. The rest followed—moving to the living room area like predators sensing a presence they couldn’t see but felt, crawling just beneath their skin.

Sangyeon’s expression darkened. Jacob’s shoulders locked tight.

“Something is here…” Changmin’s voice cracked. “It’s here. How?!”

Then—

Pressure.

Invisible fingers, ice-cold, crawling up the back of your neck. You jerked around.

Nothing.

But the pressure stayed.

And then you heard it.

Not a sound. Not through your ears.

A woman’s voice, like wet silk dragged over your mind: “Little human...”

Your knees buckled. You gripped your head, trying to erase the pain inside.

“(Y/N)?” Sunwoo turned at you instantly. “What’s wrong?”

“You touched what was mine.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You felt shivers down your spine and the pain was still there inside your head, so you gripped it more. All eyes were on you now.

“You healed him. Fed him. Marked him with your warmth.”

“Talk to me!” Sunwoo grabbed your shoulders, eyes wide with fear. “(Y/N) look at me!”

You tried to speak, but your throat closed up. You could barely breathe. The whisper came again—closer this time, like breath brushing the shell of your ear.

“You should’ve let him die.”

“You warmed the wolf. You will burn with him.”

A scream tore out of your throat. You clutched your head tightly. The fireplace exploded—embers bursting like sparks across the room. The lights surged, then blew out completely.

“MOVE!” Sangyeon roared.

“They’ve decided to protect you.”

Your blood turned to ice.

“Let them try.”

“It’s—she’s—she’s in my head—!”

Sunwoo's eyes blazed, horror and rage flooding them at once.

The fire hissed. The flames turned an unnatural green for a flicker of a second. A low, vibrating growl tore from Sunwoo’s chest. Everyone turned to him at once.

“Sunwoo—” Younghoon started, eyes wide.

But it was too late.

Sunwoo growled, low and feral.

Then he broke.

The sound that tore from him was not human. Not close. It was primal. A warning that didn’t need translation.

A violent shift overtook him.

His clothes split at the seams. His spine curved back, bones snapping, fur tearing through skin in bursts of black and silver. His hands clawed the floor before reforming into paws. Muscles rippled under fur. Eyes burned gold like twin suns in the dark.

It was fast, violent.

But it was beautiful.

And in the next heartbeat—he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a massive wolf. A monster.

Your monster.

Snarling. Protecting. Ready to kill.

The others instinctively took a step back. Juyeon clenched his fists. Eric let out a sharp breath. Younghoon’s hands trembled.

But they held back.

Only Sunwoo had shifted.

Only he couldn’t control it right now.

Because the voice was still with you. Still whispering.

“He’ll die trying to protect you.”

“And you’ll watch it happen.”

That made you let out a sob, and that was it—

Sunwoo snapped.

He let out a deafening roar and lunged across the room—slamming into the wall where the scent was strongest, claws raking wood, his body bristling with rage. He was trying to fight something that wasn’t physically there.

Younghoon stepped forward. “(Y/N)—”

“Don’t move,” Juyeon hissed. “It’s testing her.”

Sangyeon’s voice rang out, cutting. “It made contact with her.”

“Through her mind,” Jacob murmured, his voice hollow. “Directly.”

“She’s marked now,” Chanhee said softly but his voice trembling. “Really marked.”

Sunwoo turned his head slowly toward you, massive body trembling with restrained fury.

His eyes—still golden, still burning—locked on yours.

You knelt slowly, breath shaking, reaching out.

Sunwoo stepped forward and pressed his forehead to yours, fur hot against your skin. You hugged him. Gently brushing hands through his fur.

“I’m okay,” you whispered. You weren’t. But you needed him to believe it. “I’m okay, Sunwoo…”

He growled low, reluctant to believe you.

The fire returned to normal.

The lights stuttered, then came back.

The chill faded, but not fully.

Because something had entered the house. Something had spoken through you. And it had provoked the one wolf who couldn’t watch you suffer.

***

The air had shifted.

The cold tension from earlier—the suffocating pressure, the unnatural presence—was gone now. What lingered was a heavy silence, but it was real. Human. Bearable.

You exhaled shakily, your breath no longer fogging in the air. Even the lights, though dimmed, had steadied.

And in front of you, Sunwoo still stood.

Still in his wolf form.

His chest rose and fell rapidly with the aftershock of adrenaline. Tufts of black and silver fur trembled with every breath. His glowing eyes—once wild and fierce—were slowly softening as he pressed closer to you, his body trembling not from rage now, but exhaustion.

Your hand moved gently through the thick fur at his shoulder, and that’s when you noticed—

The bandages were gone. Torn off, shredded during his transformation.

You drew in a breath. “Oh, Sunwoo…”

He was still injured.

“Let’s get you back,” Chanhee said softly, approaching with steady steps. His tone was gentle, like one might use with a spooked animal. “You need to lie down. You shifted too fast… You weren’t ready.”

Sunwoo whined but didn’t resist as Chanhee guided him with careful touches. The others instinctively cleared a path, watching in silence as the massive wolf limped slightly, following Chanhee out of the living room. A faint smear of blood was visible on the floor where his side brushed past the wall.

You swallowed, guilt creeping in like a whisper.

He’d shifted because of you. Because he thought you were in danger. And now he was hurting again.

I’m sorry, you wanted to say.

But it wasn’t the time.

As soon as Sunwoo disappeared into the hallway, the living room shifted again—tension coiling tight like a wire.

Sangyeon was still standing, his face grave.

The others gathered instinctively into a circle, no longer posturing, but planning. Serious.

Changmin was the first to speak. “How the hell did it get in?” His voice was sharp, quiet with tension. “We’re under spell protection. Nothing that strong should’ve been able to cross the border of our basecamp, let alone reach her like that.”

You saw the way his brows furrowed. Not just concerned—afraid.

Hyunjae exhaled through his nose. “The spell isn’t broken.”

Haknyeon turned to him. “You’re sure?”

“If it were?” Hyunjae’s eyes flicked to the fireplace. “We’d be standing in ashes right now. The whole place would’ve gone.”

That silence again.

Hyunjae glanced toward you, jaw tight. “It didn’t break through the barrier. It didn’t come in. It… already marked her.”

Your heart skipped.

“What?”

“You said it spoke to you. Reached into your head. That means the connection was already there,” Hyunjae said. “This wasn’t a random attack.”

He looked you dead in the eyes.

“It was probably had its eye on you for a while.”

The words hit like cold water.

Younghoon ran a hand through his hair. “So… it tagged her before she even came here?”

“Probably the moment she pulled Sunwoo off the forest floor,” Haknyeon muttered. “It must’ve followed the scent trail, saw her as interference.”

A heavy beat passed.

“I was already marked…” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone. “From the beginning.”

Younghoon, walking closer to you and sat down beside you, then he spoke, “it’s a good thing you’re here.”

You looked over at him.

“If (Y/N) were alone in her house,” Jacob muttered, his voice low, “with no protections, no wards, no one nearby…” He paused. “That wouldn’t have been a warning. It would’ve been… a kill.”

A chill ran through you.

“It couldn’t cross here,” Juyeon added, watching you carefully. “All it could do was… scare you. Test their mark on you. That’s what that was.”

“Then it’s bound by the same rules,” Sangyeon said. “At least for now.”

You sat back slowly, wrapping your arms around your knees, grounding yourself with the weight of what they were saying.

It hadn’t just sensed you tonight.

It had chosen you.

And now… you weren’t just a bystander. You were bait. A symbol. A target.

And still, part of you felt thankful.

Because if you were not here, if you’d been alone at home, in the dark, with nothing, you weren’t sure you’d be breathing now.

***

You lingered outside Sunwoo’s door for a moment, hand hovering just shy of knocking.

The hallway was still. The echoes of the conversation from the living room had dulled behind you, leaving only the sound of your own heartbeat.

Then, the door opened softly.

Chanhee stepped out just as you approached. His face was calm, but his eyes flicked to yours with something like concern, and something else. Relief. Like he’d been holding his breath.

“He’s not asleep,” he said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “But… He’s not agitated anymore.” A pause, then— “…I think he needs you.”

Your heart squeezed at the words.

When Chanhee left, you slipped inside his room and closed the door behind.

He was on the bed.

Half-covered by the sheets, bare from the waist up, a web of clean white bandages wrapped across his chest and around his shoulder. The lines of his muscles were drawn taut beneath his skin, not with strength but tension. Like someone mid-flinch, waiting for another blow.

Sunwoo leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the wall across from him. He wasn’t blinking. Wasn’t breathing deeply. He looked like someone caught halfway between fight and flight, with nowhere left to run.

Even as you stepped closer, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

But just as you reached the side of the bed—

His hand shot out.

And he caught yours.

Not roughly. Not desperately.

But tightly. Like instinct. Like a drowning man clinging to the first real thing he’s touched in hours.

His fingers curled around yours—firm and shaking—as if reassuring himself that you were really there. That you hadn’t disappeared. That he hadn’t lost you.

You sat down slowly beside him. The mattress dipped under your weight, and finally—finally—he turned his head. Only a little. Just enough to look at your joined hands. Just enough to see you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, quietly. “I didn’t mean to make it worse. You were already hurt and I—”

“No,” he rasped. “Don’t say that…”

Sunwoo’s voice was hoarse. Worn thin from growls and shouting and screaming into the void. His throat felt raw—but the pain didn’t matter. Only this did.

“I dragged you into this,” he said, eyes still fixed on the wall.

“Sunwoo…”

His grip on your hand tightened. “That thing—that thing knew you now. Spoke through you. Hurt you. Because of me. Because I was too fucking stupid.”

He finally looked at you.

And something in his eyes shattered you.

Guilt. Fear. Regret. And beneath all that—pure, undiluted panic. He hadn’t realized just how much he cared until he thought he might lose you.

He had seen your body trembled. Had smelled you—your scent—filling the air. And in that moment, everything inside him collapsed into one blinding, paralyzing thought:

I can’t lose her. Not her.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, like the words physically hurt to say.

“I just wanted to find it before it found anyone else. I thought if I tracked it down alone, I could stop it before the rest of the pack got dragged in.” A bitter, dry laugh escaped him. “Turns out I just made everything worse. You got pulled into this. Hurt. Marked. Because of me.”

You didn’t speak. You just moved.

Gently, you leaned forward. Wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug.

It wasn’t a rushed hug. It was a slow, deliberate embrace—like you were trying to gather every broken piece of him and hold it still.

His breath hitched. He froze.

For one aching second, he didn’t know what to do. He’d been clawing at the edges of panic for hours, trying to brace himself against the weight of what he might’ve caused. And now—your arms were around him. Soft. Real. Warm.

His free hand hovered in the air… then settled at your back. Carefully. Hesitantly. As if afraid he would hold you too tight.

“I’m okay now,” you whispered, resting your chin against his bare shoulder. “You’re here. I’m here. That’s what matters right now.”

Your voice calmed him.

He leaned his head, buried it close to your neck. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in what felt like years, he let himself breathe.

Sunwoo nuzzled his face on your neck as he breathed in your scent, deeply. It triggered something inside him when he inhaled it. His pillowy lips grazed your neck softly.

Your heartbeat was steady against his chest. His was not.

His heartbeat was fast beneath the bandages. Too fast.

The storm inside him was still there.

“I thought I lost you,” he rasped on your neck.

You loosened your grip on him just enough to looked at him. At his face. His eyes were glassy now. No longer burning gold—just normal, raw.

“I lost control,” he said, like the words physically pained him. “I shifted in front of you. I could’ve hurt you.” He looked away, jaw flexing.

“But I'm not hurt,” you whispered as you reached out and touched his cheek. “... Sunwoo, you just wanted to protect me.”

Something in him broke then.

He leaned forward slowly, resting his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted across your lips, uneven and warm. You could feel how hard his chest rose and fell. The tension in him—physical and emotional—coiled so tight he was practically vibrating. Like he was holding something. Holding himself back to not kiss you.

“I couldn’t breathe when I saw you clutching your head and screamed in pain like that,” he murmured. “My heart just… stopped. All I could think was… if I lose you—if that thing takes you—I won’t survive it.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, dragging through the still-damp strands.

“I’m right here, Sunwoo…” you whispered again, reassuring him.

He moved then.

Not roughly. But with intention.

His hand came to the back of your neck, guiding you closer until your noses brushed. He didn’t kiss you—not yet. He just lingered there, breathing you in like he was trying to memorize your existence. His other hand pressed against the small of your back, pulling you closer gently. The blanket shifted with your weight, baring more of the line between his chest and stomach, heat radiating from his skin.

Your heartbeat pounded in time with his.

His eyes locked on your lips now. His mind fogged, overtaken by desire. He could feel the heat rose inside his body.

A primal thought struck him—he wanted to kiss you, hard and hungry, like he’d been starving for you forever. He needed your mouth on his, needed to devour and be devoured.

Your fingers slid over his shoulders, feeling the curve of muscle, the warmth of his skin under your palms.

“Sunwoo… I thought I was going to break apart,” you admitted. “But when you were shifted in front of me… I wasn’t afraid anymore.”

He let out a shaky breath.

Then finally—finally—he captured your lips.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

It was torturing him inside.

And you kissed him back. He melted into it.

The kiss was soft at first. Hesitant. But it deepened quickly, hungry with emotion. Not just want—but need.

He kissed like he’d nearly lost you. Like he was terrified of ever feeling that again. His mouth moved against yours with reverence, with restraint—but the kind that burned.

Your hands slid down his chest, feeling the scars of what he'd endured.

He pulled back just slightly, lips brushing yours.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he whispered, voice cracking. “But I don’t think I can pretend anymore. This isn’t just instinct. It’s more. You’re more.”

Your breath hitched.

“You don’t scare me,” you said, pressing your forehead to his again while panting softly. “I feel safest with you...”

His arms tightened around you as he kissed you again. Deeper this time, like he couldn’t get close enough, like kissing you was the only way to stay alive.

Each press of his plump lips grew rougher, needier, like something inside him had snapped, like he'd been holding back for too long. His hands gripped your waist, your back, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go.

He didn’t just kiss you—he devoured you, every breath stolen, every second heavier with heat, with hunger, with something that tasted too much like love to be denied.

You broke the kiss, gently. Your hands sliding to his chest.

And he leaned in again, his lips wanted to chased yours, drawn by instinct as he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted more. But you pressed your palm lightly against the warm skin over his bandages, a quiet reminder.

“Hey,” you whispered with a small, breathless smile. “You’re still injured.”

He blinked, like he’d just remembered. Like he hadn’t even noticed the pain until you spoke it aloud.

“I don’t want you moving too much,” you added softly. Your voice held no scolding—only concern. A trembling tenderness.

Sunwoo let out a low, reluctant sigh, head dropping to rest against your collarbone.

“Right,” he mumbled to your skin. “…but you make it really hard to be careful.”

You laughed, the sound small but real. “Guess you’ll just have to heal fast.”

He lifted his head and smiled. Not a full smile. But it was the first one you’d seen since the nightmare began.

Sunwoo pulled you into a hug as he plopped his face in the crook of your neck.

And for now… it was enough.

He didn’t want to let go. Neither did you.

Right now, there was only this.

Only him.

Only you.

***

The living room had settled into a heavy silence again. The storm had passed, but the air still felt thick with unspoken thoughts.

Changmin was the first to break the silence.

“There’s something wrong with him.”

Everyone turned.

He sat cross-legged on the floor near the couch, a thoughtful frown etched deep between his brows. “Sunwoo. He’s… off.”

Hyunjae arched a brow. “He literally tore through a full-body shift with half-healed injuries. Of course he’s off.”

Changmin shook his head slowly. “No, I mean… emotionally. The way he reacted earlier. It wasn’t just rage or pain.”

Eric looked uneasy. “Yeah. I felt it too, never seen him lose it like that before. I mean… I’ve barely had my awakening, and I can keep my cool better than that.”

“You think it’s the veilwalker’s influence?” Kevin asked, voice low.

“No,” Changmin said. “I think it’s her. (Y/N).”

A pause.

Younghoon stiffened where he sat.

Haknyeon frowned. “You mean… because she’s the one who saved him?”

“That could be it,” Jacob said quickly, trying to sound casual. “It’s not uncommon for trauma bonds to form in life-or-death situations. He was wounded, she took care of him. Saving his life. It makes sense.”

“Maybe.” Juyeon said, but his eyebrows knitted.

And Changmin didn’t look convinced.

“I know Sunwoo,” he said slowly, eyes narrowing. “I’ve known him a long time. He never cares about anyone unless it’s about our pack. But that look in his eyes—that fear? That desperation when she screamed? I’ve never seen that from him before. Not even for us.”

No one replied.

And then—soft footsteps.

Chanhee walked in from the hallway, arms crossed, an unreadable look on his face.

“You’re talking about Sunwoo?” he asked.

Everyone nodded.

Chanhee sighed and moved to sit on the arm of the couch. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but… when I was rewrapping his bandages earlier, he said something weird.”

Sangyeon’s eyes sharpened. “What did he say?”

Chanhee looked down, his voice quiet but clear.

“He said (Y/N)’s scent always driving him crazy.”

Haknyeon blinked. “What?”

“He said he couldn’t think straight when she was nearby. That he was restless, couldn’t focus. Like something inside him was reacting, and he didn’t know why.”

A weight dropped into the room.

Even the fire seemed to pause.

And that was when Sangyeon sat up straighter, his expression darkening as something seemed to settle behind his eyes. Slowly, he exhaled.

“…Oh.”

Juyeon glanced over. “Oh?”

Sangyeon looked at him. At all of them.

Then he said it.

“He imprinted her.”

The word landed like a dropped blade. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Kevin slowly sat forward, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

Hyunjae slowly sat up straighter. “But that’s… sacred.”

“It adds up,” Sangyeon said, voice grave. “The protectiveness. The anger. The way his instincts took over. His reaction to her pain. The scent sensitivity. The mental unrest. If you combine that…”

He trailed off.

“Wait—” Eric looked between them all, confused. “I thought imprinting was rare. Like, super rare.”

“It is,” Haknyeon replied. “From what I know, it doesn’t happen unless the bond is absolute. Life-altering. Soul-deep. When the wolf's instincts are guided by profound love, not just hunger.”

“And usually not without the wolf realizing it,” Hyunjae added, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I guess… with Sunwoo, he probably didn’t notice. Or maybe he’s just been fighting it.”

Chanhee tilted his head. “Fighting it… or not understanding what it means.”

Jacob nodded. “I think the wolf knows before the man does.”

“It’s an unbreakable bond.” Sangyeon continued, “formed at the most instinctual level. Not chosen. Fated. His need to protect her isn’t just emotional—it’s primal. It goes beyond logic. His body and soul recognized her as his. Even before his mind caught up.”

No one spoke.

Because they all felt it.

The moment you screamed.

The way Sunwoo snapped.

The way his wolf took over—even when he was still half injured.

Eric’s voice came out in a whisper. “So (Y/N) is… his mate?”

“She’s his imprint,” Sangyeon clarified. “Matehood comes later—if it’s mutual. But imprinting is the beginning of it. The seed. The soul’s vow.”

All heads turned slowly to Younghoon.

He hadn’t moved.

His eyes were locked on the floor.

“...Younghoon?” Juyeon asked cautiously.

Younghoon looked up, and for the first time, there was a flicker of fear in his eyes.

Real, visceral.

“She’s marked by the veilwalker,” he said slowly. “And now you’re saying she’s also… imprinted on by Sunwoo?”

The silence was answer enough.

Younghoon’s jaw clenched. His hands were clenched in his lap. His heart felt like it was being wrung in silence. Because the moment Sangyeon said it, he knew it was true. He knew.

All the signs.

Sunwoo’s growing unrest. His raw protectiveness. The way his voice broke when he said your name. The look in his eyes when you were on the floor, screaming.

It wasn’t coincidence.

It was fate.

And it shattered something in Younghoon.

Not because he was angry. But because he had hoped. He had quietly, selfishly hoped that maybe—just maybe—he could be the one to keep you safe. To mean something to you.

But you were already meant for someone else.

And that someone was Sunwoo. The boy who hadn’t even realized it yet.

Chanhee glanced over at Younghoon, then paused, eyes softening slightly.

Everyone had fallen quiet again. Because now, it all made sense. Why the veilwalker had targeted your mind. Why Sunwoo couldn’t hold back the shift. Why the wolf had risen first—before the man could even breathe.

It wasn’t just about survival.

It was the bond.

The one word none of them had wanted to say—

But couldn’t deny anymore.

Sunwoo had imprinted on you.

And that changed everything.

***

Chap. 4

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[soleilwoo]

what arguments are like with the boyz

[☀︎] — sangyeon. he gets really protective of whatever argument he's standing for, and isn't so quick to persuade. he'd understand, but he will always be thinking about the negatives of it all. he talks well with you after the fight, and wants to make up with you whenever you are ready.

otherwise, he'd stress about the fight all day and hesitate and have trouble deciding on whether to text, call, or go to your house to talk to you in person. he’s not the type to ask for help in this situation, so he'd keep the trouble to himself to deal with it. eventually, he'd call you to ask to meet somewhere after he's thought of a solution to the problem, so that he can hear your opinion about it and make amends.

[☀︎] — jacob. the both of you rarely argued, but it does happen sometimes. although he never raises his voice at you, he's pretty confident in whatever argument he has. after that, he can be seen regretting what he may have said, and is worried that he may have hurt your feelings in any way.

but he's very patient, and gives you time to think things yourself before talking with him. he often stands in front of your doorway, knocking on it lightly, in hopes you'd open it soon so that you two can finally talk things out together. he’ll often talk to kevin or the rest of the members about this problem, but not all the time. when you finally open the door, he is quick to apologize for accidentally hurting your feelings in any way.

[☀︎] — younghoon. he doesn’t like showing you his angry side, since he thinks it would make him seem un-mannered. he'd be very calm all throughout and would still listen carefully to whatever point you have. he treasures your opinions, so he will want to keep them in mind/give them further consideration after the fight. he will remember it all and think about it lots. but if things get too heated up, he will eventually burst and things will get very emotional.

he isn’t so afraid of letting you know how he feels, so he’ll say everything he needs to say in front of you. your fights with younghoon usually end on the same day, and on a good note. usually you guys would come up with some sort of solution to the problem, and somehow make both ends meet. if he somehow still feels a need to make up with you more, he'd either get you something or do something for you as a way of appreciation towards you without asking. you don't even need it most of the time, yet he still does so. it's subtle, but it's sweet.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. lots of cursing. he’s really loud and intimidating and gets pretty harsh with his words when he's angry. often tells you to "get out." he will never dare to insult you though. after an argument however, he thinks about it a lot and would just sit by himself evaluating what just happened. it upsets him for the rest of the day, but he won't show it.

you're often the 'ice-breaker' after an argument, because he would refuse to speak to you after a fight out of shame/stubbornness. when he does, he's very straightforward, and gets to the point quickly. it takes him a while to properly apologize to you, but he does eventually, and he's always the first to do so.

[☀︎] — juyeon. he’s super calm all throughout and doesn’t show that he's angry, and will only frown. he’d still make eye contact and listen to you carefully, though. but he is very confident in his side of the argument, crossing his arms while he looks at you. he isn't the type to walk away from a fight and will want to talk to you however long it takes to resolve the conflict.

when you try to walk away however, he will want to pull you into him and let you face him, even if you're mad. he’ll offer you a warm drink or something to help you calm down, even if you didn't ask for it. motions you to the couch so that you two can listen to each other and fix the problem together.

[☀︎] — kevin. he gets pretty loud when he's in the heat of the moment. often runs his hands through his hair in frustration and puts a lot of emphasis on his words/hand movements. he really tries to let you see his point of view and is very persistent. as soon as he sees that you're hurt because of what he may have said, he is quick to pull you into his arms.

even if you are trying to walk away, he would still pull you towards his body and just hold you there. then he'd be whispering stuff like "okay, okay. we'll stop now. you're tired, i'm tired. we're both tired. let's just give it a rest. we'll talk in the morning. i'm sorry." his apologies the next morning are always cute and over the top, but he sincerely means it.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). strong opinions. but he will want to listen to you either way because you are important to him, despite your disagreements. chanhee will stand and listen with his arm crossed and everything. running a hand across his face, etc. he talks to you softly when he's trying to comfort you. rubbing your shoulders and such.

i feel he would act on solving the fight first. he wouldn’t want to keep his pride by being stubborn, so that's why he is quick to act. he just doesn't like being on bad terms with the one he loves, is all. he also invites you to eat dinner with him so that he can have the chance to talk with you more.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). your arguments with each other are often very meaningless. it’s not that you two fight often, it's just that whenever it happens, the topic of the fight is always somehow so... dumb? like very little misunderstandings.

but the two of you always make up really quickly and forget all about it the next day. your relationship with each other is somehow very innocent? apologies would be sincere, but honestly, you both kinda know that it's not so necessary because the fights are always so small and end really quickly. but you two say sorry to each other either way.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. he’s very blunt, so his words may or may not hurt you depending on his honesty. he is fairly confident on his opinion. if he sees you're hurt he'll get slightly surprised but will be the first to apologize right away, and on the spot. he never intentionally means to hurt you though, so keep that in mind. when he's trying to make up with you, he will never want to give up and is very persistent + "please tell me how i can make it up to you. y/n, i'm really sorry. i mean it. you know i am."

i also feel that when he's apologizing to you again, he does it excessively and never breaks eye contact and thinks of all the ways he can make it work out between you and him. a very determined guy, so he'll always be reaching out to you

[☀︎] — eric. arguments are super rare when it comes to eric. like surprisingly, it’s never anything childish. but when it happens, it's usually about something serious and neither of your faults. he doesn't raise his voice or yell at you at all, nor does he get aggressive with you in any way. he listens to you very carefully, and tries to make up a solution for the problem on the spot.

you could tell he is very upset. if you try turning around as to not face him out of anger, he would pull on your sleeves softly and try to make you face him. he'd hug you from behind while whispering soft apologies into your ear. he'd never let go until he knows that you've finally calmed down.

[soleilwoo]

the boyz: the ones who’d kiss you to shut you up & the ones you’d kiss to shut them up

[☀︎] — sangyeon. shut you up. he does it just because. he loves the way your voice falters and the way your words trail off against his lips and he especially loves it when you recover from the initial surprise and a smile settles on your lips as you deepen the kiss, not letting go even when he tries to pull away. by the time it’s over you’re gazing at each other, breathless laughter escaping your lips.

[☀︎] — jacob. shut you up. he does it when the heat of an argument is replaced by the coolness of the night and you both know you’re sorry. you’re about to tell him that when his lips meet yours because he knows what you’re going to say, and when he pulls away, he simply smiles, his finger lightly tracing your lips, and says, “i know.. me too.”

[☀︎] — younghoon. shut you up. he does it unintentionally for the most part. sometimes when you’re talking, he is just in awe of how beautiful you are and he finds himself leaning forward to press a brief kiss on your lips. he does genuinely feel kinda bad afterwards though and he sheepishly apologizes and immediately asks you to continue with whatever you were saying and actually pays attention this time.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. shut him up. you do so because he’s singing a little too loudly in the middle of the night and when you playfully tell him to shut up, he gets in your face challengingly, saying something about you having to make him, only to have his sentence cut short as your lips meet his, and he forgets to close his eyes for a moment before deepening the kiss by pulling you even closer.

[☀︎] — juyeon. shut you up. he does this to reassure you or calm you down; sometimes, you may ramble and speak so fast because you’re stressed and/or panicking. or sometimes, he just had a bad day and you think he’s mad at you or something, but he puts your mind at rest by kissing you and letting you know that it’s not because of you.

[☀︎] — kevin. shut him up. god, he's ready to blabber nonsense anytime of the day; it’s 3am and he’s still discussing the whole idea of french food being really good is just a misunderstanding because 'chef' is the word for boss? (yes, he does his duolingo late at night). he does immediately become quiet after just a single peck from you, but it also usually escalates into something more. it’s like the universe just doesn’t want you to sleep. and the universe in question being kevin moon.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). shut him up. bantering with chanhee goes nowhere. because both of you know that he's right, wearing a proud look on his face. but the fastest way to shut him up is to just pull him towards you and kiss him. he laughs, pulling back from the kiss with the most lovesick grin on his face.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). shut you up. he does this very rarely, because you’re often the one shutting him up, but when he does, it’s normally because he wants attention. you’re on a call with your friend, or just talking with him; he leaves a trail of kisses on your shoulder and neck before pressing soft pecks on the corners of your mouth.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. shut him up. you do so because you’re fed up with his teasing, however playful it may be and however endearing you might secretly find it. he means well every time he does so but the fastest way to shut him up is to just pull him towards you and kiss him. “you think this would work on me?” “does it?” “i don’t know; do it again right now and i might be convinced.”

[☀︎] — eric. shut him up. you do so because clearly, that’s what he wants. “y/n. y/n. y/n - ” and with a smile, he welcomes your lips on his, melting into the kiss as he cups your cheek, and when you abruptly pull away and say, “now shut up, i’m trying to watch a movie,” he can only pout before leaving little pecks on your cheek and jaw and shoulder.

[soleilwoo]

i know that there’s just still so much going on right now in deobiland and i don’t even want to add more fuel to the fire but it’s actually getting terrifying, or even more-so. i don’t know if anyone’s still keeping up with hyunjun (hwall) but lately his posts have been sort of depressing. i’ve already told someone on here that recently, he went live for a short moment and expressed how there’s nothing interesting happening anymore and that he’s unemployed/doesn’t have a job. after that the live ended because he was going to the gym.

since, he’s been posting things like:

“the reason for existing” (now deleted)

"people say that the bend towards death can be the path to life, but when will this all end? i’m really tired 🔥 it feels like it's almost there, like it's just a little bit more until it arrives, but i’ve had that feeling countless times."

“you know yourself best. did you really do your best, did you give it your all? you want me to be crazy for just one more year? i have nothing to lose anyway. i’ll go before i can see it any further.” (which is also deleted now, i believe).

haknyeon writing that he felt like dying plus whatever is happening with hyunjun… the past week or so has just been a literal nightmare.

i know that he’s an ex member but he needs us as well!

[soleilwoo]

if you believe haknyeon is innocent then why aren’t you not writing for him anymore? ☹️

i’m not completely giving up writing for him but only at this moment because it kind of doesn’t feel right. i still stand by what i said.

[soleilwoo]

hard!dom juyeon.... 😵‍💫

hard!dom lee juyeon

mature content, minors do not interact!

hard dom!juyeon who will stop you with a look and if you’re smart, you’ll stop.

[☀︎] — i think he likes subs that are good to him. though he wouldn’t mind if you got a little bit bratty but not too much. punishing you isn’t really on his radar, honestly, but if he has to do it, he will. it’s much more natural for him to take control, and have power over you in bed, having you bend and fold for him.

[☀︎] — he’s very big on making you feel good. PRAISES FOR LIFE. he doesn’t undress you completely, he just keeps your panties on and push them to the side and use his fingers to make you cum. whenever y’all fuck its pretty hardcore. juyeon likes when you ride him. but don’t be mistaken he’s still in control. like he’ll guide your hips over him and then he’ll start fucking into you. then soon enough he flips you over and starts pounding into you.

[☀︎] — a bit of a breath play kink, how could he not when he’s got such delicious hands just perfect for grasping your neck, holding you still while he’s rutting you like the fucktoy you are. he’s got you absolutely fucked stupid and entire body sore afterwards, and of course he doesn’t skip out of much needed aftercare. he will always make sure you’re doing fine afterwards. even massages your legs after you’re done.

♡ sangyeon ♡ jacob ♡ younghoon ♡ hyunjae ♡ juyeon ♡ kevin ♡ new ♡ q ♡ juhaknyeon ♡ sunwoo ♡ eric

[soleilwoo]

hello!! How do you think tbz would propose? <33

how the boyz propose

soleilwoo: sorry for taking so long to answer this! ❤️

[☀︎] — sangyeon. i feel like sangyeon would want to treat you and spoil you before proposing. he’d definitely want everything to be perfect. he’s going to surprise you with a romantic specific location he’s heard you talk about enough times casually. he would also have a super sweet speech prepared to give to you, and you’re most definitely crying at some point.

[☀︎] — jacob. he would plan a rather simple but romantic proposal for you. it would only be the two of you present and would be done somewhere where it wouldn’t attract public attention, either somewhere abroad whilst you’re on a trip or a secluded place you’re visiting together for a date. it wouldn’t necessarily be grand or spectacular by any means but it would still be very significant and meaningful to you and in the end that’s all that really mattered.

[☀︎] — younghoon. the most romantic proposal ever. there’s flower petals, your favorite romantic song playing, and of course, the most perfect engagement ring. there’s a photographer there to record the whole moment and probably both of your families to witness the proposal. absolutely no detail left behind.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. he’d book the best table at an overly fancy restaurant and hide the ring in the food somewhere. he spoils you to no end with delicious foods and drinks. it’s a very intimate proposal, he wants it to be just the two of you. but somehow you still almost end up eating the ring. he has to stop you from literally swallowing it, and then just jump straight to the proposal since you accidentally figured it out.

[☀︎] — juyeon. he is most likely not going to do anything too extravagant, his proposal will be more on the traditional side. he won’t make a big song and dance about it, because that's not really the tone of your relationship. you two are very relaxed, and your marriage will go in the same way. juyeon will probably ask you over a home cooked meal.

[☀︎] — kevin. i think kevin would want to do something special but not over the top for you. i could see him planning out a perfect and sweet date for the both of you. it’s extremely detailed and well thought out with maybe some dinner first, a walk in the park, and do some stargazing. he tells you how you’re the only one for him and that he wants to grow old with you and that you please accept his proposal.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). i don’t think chanhee would put too much pressure on his proposal, he’d be relaxed about the whole thing. he wanted you to be so swept away by it all that you'd remember it forever as a picture perfect memory. he wanted to portray every ounce of love he had for you in this one moment, so you'd never forget how he felt.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). changmin probably won’t go all out with a fancy restaurant and a huge public display, like something that’s meaningful specifically to the two of you. i think the proposal itself is going to be so casually intimate that it throws you totally off guard when he does it. i'm also convinced that he'd surprise himself when he proposes too.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. he’d propose in a playful manner in order to catch you off guard and surprise you. it would be planned out in detail and include something that would be very significant to both of you and your relationship, such as a memory, a special item or a meaningful location of some sort.

[☀︎] — eric. he’s so ready to spouse you up, but has absolutely no ideas, so he wants sangyeon’s opinion. he wants it to be meaningful for you, and overly extravagant. being with family and the members would be a huge thing for eric when it comes to proposing and letting them be in your moment. before he’d propose, it’s crucial to him that he gets your father’s approval to ask you to marry him.

[soleilwoo]

I’m kinda new to k-pop but has any idol in Hak’s situation ever came out and asked for proof? He’s real brave to demand proofs.

i can’t really think of any but i’m not going to say that there haven’t been… i’m usually neutral about things like this but he was accused of a crime and is boldly begging anyone with evidence to publish it immediately and start taking legal action. imo, that’s a clear sign of innocence. still, i could be wrong. but he was put on hiatus and then literally kicked out the next day without knowing about it and without evidence. hopefully he will be able to bring out the truth.

[soleilwoo]

a better translation of what haknyeon just posted on instagram!!!!

— “Hello, this is Ju Haknyeon.

Despite having clearly stated that I have not engaged in any illegal activities, I will take all legal action, both civil and criminal, against certain reporters and media outlets who continue to write malicious articles.

If there is any evidence that I engaged in prostitution, please release it immediately.

Furthermore, I have not withdrawn from the team, nor have I agreed to the termination of my exclusive contract.

Even though there are no grounds for contract termination explicitly stated in the contract, my agency is trying to fabricate such reasons.

Some media outlets are also harming my reputation by mentioning prostitution without any basis.

My agency demanded over 2 billion KRW in compensation and told me to leave the company, but I have never accepted this.

Despite this, the agency informed the media that the contract termination had been finalized. This is a clear falsehood.

I want to ask if unilaterally expelling me from the team and coercing me into contract termination by citing over 2 billion KRW in damages, simply because I was present with a famous person at a private gathering, is truly the attitude an agency that should protect its artists ought to have.

When I did not accept the contract termination, my agency unilaterally sent a certified letter, ignoring the procedures stipulated in the contract, implying that the contract was terminated due to my fault, and even issuing a warning about damages.

Honestly, I'm very scared.

However, I felt that if I gave in here, this society might become a place where people with nothing can be ruined for things they didn't even do.

Up until now, I have quietly endured, believing that the truth would be revealed. But in the face of attempts to bury me under the pretext of things I didn't do, I felt that I could no longer remain silent.

I intend to hold the agency accountable to the end for unjustly expelling me from the team and asserting contract termination without any basis.

I also intend to hold some media outlets accountable for mentioning prostitution with unconfirmed facts and causing me harm.

Whatever happens, I intend to go to the very end to reveal the truth.”