#a truly superior look from yeosang

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Bad Behavior (Kang Yeosang and Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Dilf Sugar Daddy! Kang Yeosang × Younger Sugar Baby! Reader (Female) × Dilf Sugar Daddy! Choi San

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Dilf/Sugar Daddy AU.

Summary: After coming back and finding out their beloved princess misbehaved, Yeosang and San must remind her to not cross them again.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Aged up/Older ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries). Sugar daddy × sugar baby relationship. Poly relationship. Degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, edging, bondage, slight sensory play, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, daddy kink. Dom! Yeosang, Dom! San, Sub! Reader

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @brie02 @hanatiny (not sure if you wanted to be tagged in Yeosang content that feat. other members), @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @leoninadecorazones

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Yeosang sat calmly on the chair leaned against the wall, hands delicately placed on his lap as he listened to the desperate whines echoing through the room. His eyes were hardly blinking as he watched his friend press the wand vibrator further into the small, sensitive button of the young female. Her skin was heated, face flushed, cheeks burning. No matter how much she writhed underneath the man standing over her, she was still unable to free her wrists, which were bound by the ropes they had tied up to the bed posts, and the male who was currently edging her as he pleased made sure she kept her hips and legs with the help of his strong arms.

Taking notice of how her thighs began trembling and wanted to clench together, Yeosang quickly spoke up:

"San move the vibrator away from Y/N, she's about to cum."

Even though she had been blindfolded, she could practically feel the sadistic smile on San's face that sent shivers down her spine everytime she saw it. She threw her head back against the pillow, grunting loudly in frustration when yet another orgasm was merciless was taken away from her, leaving her in utter disillusion.

"Look at how cute she looks Yeosang, bucking her hips up into the air like a needy bitch." San let out a snicker as he released part of his hold on her lower half to watch as her body practically pleaded for his touch once more.

"How pathetic. Maybe you should have thought twice before going out without your daddies' permission to that cheap club and have your body groped by some lowlife douche."

With an annoyed click of his tongue, San gripped the end of her chin and tilted it slightly towards him.

"Well? Was it worth it? Did you enjoy having his dirty hands touching you? I hope it was worth it you little bitch."

Releasing his grip on her chin, Y/N then let out a tiny shriek when she felt the palm of his hand strike against her left cheek, leaving her stunned momentarily.

"I can't even look at you, let alone want to touch you after knowing someone else defiled you." If the silk material wasn't rendering her blind, she'd be able to see the disgusted look on San's face as he pictured the younger man in question touching and feeling up his prized possession.

"San, I understand that you are very upset and disappointed at our little princess, but slapping her like a common whore is not a proper punishment." Yeosang's eyebrows furrowed significantly as he witnessed the appalling incident.

"Oh don't be too soft on her Sangie. If she's going to act like a common whore, then we have to treat her as one. Besides...."

He let out a low chuckle as he traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb.

"Our princess likes being treated roughly. Why do you think she went out and disobeyed us? She probably wanted to get us mad so we'd treat her like this. Isn't that right babygirl?"

Y/N let out a shuddering gasp when she felt San's hand wrap around her neck, making her swallow harshly and hold her own breath even though he wasn't even cutting off her oxygen. Hearing her other sugar daddy sigh softly, she trembled even more when she discerned his footsteps coming towards the bed, stopping right at one of the corners were one of the ropes were tied to. She released the breath she was holding when San's hand was removed from her neck by Yeosang, who although having a stern look, was still very calm in his demeanor.

"She misbehaved, yes, but I'm sure she's very sorry about her bad behavior. Am I correct sweetheart?" Yeosang shifted his attention to her.

"Y-yes." She responded promptly.

"Yes what?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes daddy. I'm very sorry for behaving so badly." She corrected herself, remembering the way Yeosang liked having her respond.

With a hint of a smile, he lightly caressed her cheek, a sign that he was indeed pleased with her.

"Well then....why don't you show us how sorry you are baby?"

Feeling the tight rope being loosened up, Y/N's hands dropped to her stomach when they were finally freed from their confinement. The blindfold soon was also peeled off and she was graced by the sight of Yeosang's beautiful face peering down at her. Cupping the side of her cheek, Yeosang bent over so he could tenderly place a kiss on her. He was so gentle yet zealous with his kiss, Y/N found herself losing her breath the more he intensified their kiss. She didn't hesitate to part her mouth when his tongue swiped over her upper lip, she allowed him to take advantage as he wanted, wet muscle roaming all around her cavern. Just as they were getting lost in their passion, they were soon reminded they weren't alone when the other male cleared his throat rather exaggerated, his eyes elongating themselves even more as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Reluctant to break away from his dear sugar baby, Yeosang nonetheless took a step back.

"Now honey, Sannie here was very hurt by what he calls your betrayal."

San crossed his arms and let out an angered puff of air.

"Why don't you make it up to him? Show him how sorry you are?" Yeosang suggested, although Y/N knew it was more of a command.

Propping herself into all fours, she crawled over to the other side of the bed where San was. She tried reaching for his zipper, but San retracted himself away before she could even touch him.

"I don't know if I want a dirty slut's mouth sucking my cock. Who knows what else she's put in there?" He sneered at her, which made Y/N look down in shame.

Shaking his head, Yeosang walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"San, stop being that way. Our Y/N is a good girl and she wants to make up for what she did. And I know for a fact you really enjoy having her suck you off."

San bit down at his bottom lip, enticed by the thought of his favorite doll's mouth stuffed full with his cock.

"Plus look at her, she wants your cock in her mouth too." Yeosang whispered softly in his ear.

Looking back down at the younger female, San took in her eyes that were widened like a deer's and staring up at him with a yearning. Although he made up his mind to give in, purely for his own satisfaction, he was going to have fun with it first.

"You want to show me you're sorry by sucking my cock babygirl?" San tilted his head down at her.

She quickly nodded her head, which displeased the other male.

"Words princess. Those lips of yours aren't just there to adorn your pretty face, now speak up or I'll take away your ability to speak." Yeosang gave her the first warning of the night.

"Yes, I want to show my daddy how sorry I am. Will daddy let me suck his huge cock?" She ended her inquiry by poking her tongue out to wet her lips.

With a totally smug grin, San started to unzip his pants.

"Hmmmm I don't know if you truly deserve to suck off my cock, after all, it's a superior cock to all the other one's you've had, aside from Yeosang's." He added, to which his friend couldn't help but smirk at.

"So why don't you beg first and then maybe I'll think about it?" But San and Yeosang both knew he'd end up face fucking the girl on the bed.

"Please daddy, let me suck your cock. I know I've acted like a total slut, but please use my mouth as you wish. Fuck yourself on my face until you make a mess of me."

With a satisfied gaze, San didn't hesitate to strip himself out of his pants, revealing that he had not worn any underwear underneath at all. Getting a peak over at Yeosang's disgruntled look, San could only shrug.

"We both know we'd end up fucking her either way so what was the point?"

Noticing that Y/N seemed to brighten up at his words, San was quick to tear down any illusions she had.

"Don't get ahead of yourself missy. Just cause I said we'd fuck you, it doesn't mean we're going to let you cum."

She couldn't help but pout her lips when he shut her down so cruelly. Resting a palm on the top of her head, San grabbed the base of his erect member and tapped the head along her upper lip.

"Maybe if you suck me off real good, I might think about it."

Lips parting around his cock, Y/N hummed as San sunk his length deeper inside her mouth. He sucked in a deep breath and then released a heavy groan, head tilting back as he slowly rolled his hips forward. Y/N generously opened her mouth to make way for his entire cock to slide in and out of her. San started a slow pace at first, wanting to savor the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing his entire shaft.

"Shit, you always treat me so well." He said in a raspy voice when he felt Y/N start suckling around his length.

"Told you she was our good little girl." Yeosang spoke up from the other side of the bed, watching in earnest as his friend was getting his cock sucked by their sugar baby. Feeling the atmosphere get heated, Yeosang started unbuttoning his dress shirt, peeling it open enough for his rock hard abs to peek out, a sight very few got to behold. He ran a hand down his thigh, resisting the urge to whip his own member out and jerk off to the scene in front of him. As much as he wanted to, he had a lot of self control and he'd much rather have Y/N wrap her own hands around his cock. Or better yet, he'd rather pound it into her pussy.

San continued to let our groan after groan, his hips starting to become more aggressive in their movements. With a hand gripping the back of her head, he forced her face down until she was gagging all around his shaft. When he released her, she only managed to take a deep breath before he was bucking his hips up into her mouth in a continuous motion.

"Oh God- yes that's right. Suck my cock like the good whore you are."

Y/N felt herself clench around nothing when he heard San speak up above her. Hollowing her cheeks even further, one of her hands slid up San's thigh and then cupped his balls. That action had him throwing his head back as he drove himself into her mouth more roughly.

"Oh fuck babygirl, you're driving me insane."

If she could, Y/N would have smiled at the praises San was now bestowing upon her. She made sure to squeeze and fondle his balls as she knew he'd like, further heightening the pleasure he was feeling. She was so concentrated and focused on sucking San off that she didn't realize Yeosang had leaned closer towards them. One of his hands delicately came up to caress his baby's ass, fingertips brushing across her soft skin and creeping closer to her tiny hole. With a sly smile, he plunged his middle finger inside her, wiggling it slightly before curling it up and rubbing it on her hood.

"Yeosang-" San growled when he was made aware of what was happening only because when Yeosang started pushing his finger inside Y/N's pussy, she had given him a particularly long suck that caught him off guard, nearly throwing him over the edge.

Smiling unapologetically, Yeosang merely added a second finger into her hole, using them to spread her folds apart.

"She's mine too and I get to play with her however I want."

Although muffled due to San's cock, Y/N was moaning wildly as Yeosang swirled and circled his fingers into her, his thumb playing close attention to her clit.

"My cute little doll for me to play with." He finished saying as he continued to finger her hole.

"Yeah? Well right now I'm going to paint this little doll's face with my cum. Make a mess on her."

Holding her head in place, San shut his eyes and through gritted teeth began to recklessly fuck himself against her face, his tip hitting the back of her throat every time he pushed back in. As soon as his cock twitched, San pulled himself out and quickly began pumping his length. Making sure to get as close as possible, San groaned in ecstasy when sputters of his cum started pouring out and landing on Y/N's face. Yeosang himself whined lowly as he watched the white liquid trickle down her forehead, cheeks and even her nose. Whatever fell close to her mouth was quickly cleaned up by her tongue, further pleasing the male she just brought to his climax.

"Oh you're such a dirty girl." He grinned at her.

Knowing his friend wasn't done with her quite yet, Yeosang slipped his fingers that were still lodged in her heat out. Bringing them up to his mouth, he licked it all clean as he saw how San began turning her so her ass was now facing him.

"You sucked me off like a champ baby, but you know my hard on is difficult to get rid of."

She did indeed knew, having been used over and over by solely him in just one night. It seemed he was insatiable when it came to her, never leaving without at least making sure they came 4 to 6 times. If Yeosang was added to the equation, then it'd be less, but only because it would get more rough, kinky and he'd insist on not pushing their precious princess too far.

Y/N eagerly pushed her ass up as far as she could, wiggling it a little just to put on a show for San, which he noticed.

"Does the little slut now want to get fucked from behind?" San teased, his hardening member poking at one of her cheeks.

"Please Daddy." She made sure to remember the manners Yeosang had taught her, the latter smiling proudly that she remembered the training he'd given her.

"All right, but only cause you said please."

They both moaned out, one from the overwhelming feeling of his member being gripped tightly and the other from having her walls stretched out so deliciously. Y/N couldn't get comfortable just yet, as there was still an extra pair of eyes watching them and he was now beginning to strip himself out of his clothes, his eyes peering down at the younger female so intensely.

"San, quit playing around and fuck her, but make sure she doesn't cum."

Before Y/N could get a chance to say anything, any words about to come out of her mouth were strangled out when the man behind her started pounding his cock into her core. His hands were gripping down harshly on her skin, using her ass as leverage to push himself back inside her even more deeper. Yeosang stood to the side watching all this with an eerily serene and pleased smirk. As much as he loved punishing and fucking their babygirl himself, he preferred and enjoyed more watching San carry out his orders and punish her instead. San may be the one who mostly took action, but it was always at Yeosang's commands. He was the true mastermind behind everything that happened in the bedroom. His cock was painfully hard as he reveled in the sight of seeing his friend's cock being driven inside Y/N's pussy.

"You enjoying this you fucking sadist?" San snarled as he noticed the way Yeosang was staring. Wanting to toy around with Yeosang for a bit, he cupped a bit of Y/N's hair in his hand before yanking on it so her face would look up at Yeosang.

Smiling with no remorse, Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

"More than you'll ever comprehend. Now can you please add a little bit more spice in this? Make it hard for our princess to not cum."

Having the perfect idea in mind, San used the free hand that wasn't gripping her hair to come down and spank one of her ass cheeks.

"F-fuck!" Y/N cried out as her body jolted forward.

"You heard Yeosang. Don't you dare cum at all baby." He warned her as his hand landed 2 more smacks across her skin.

Y/N's legs began trembling under San. The combination of his hips snapping his cock deep in her plus his hand striking her ass was becoming unbearable to withstand. She wanted to cum so badly, especially after hours of being edged and toyed around with before. Her eyes looked over to Yeosang, silently pleading him to allow her to give into her much anticipated release. But he remained unmovable, he just continued to watch her as his hand slowly stroked his shaft.

"Please daddy....." She whimpered in a rather pathetic manner, trying hard not to clench around San's dick.

When Yeosang moved towards her, she thought that maybe she'd get what she wanted, but instead she shuddered when he suddenly gripped her face harshly.

"I told you time and time again that I want you to use your words, but it seems you just don't get it. So why don't we try to fix that?"

Releasing her cheeks rather harshly, Yeosang looked over to San.

"San, do me a favor and shut her up for a while. I don't want to hear any sound from her for a few minutes."

Getting the hint of what Yeosang wanted, San sent him a knowing smile.

"It'll be my pleasure."

Pressing his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her face until it was completely sunken in the mattress underneath them. Yeosang smirked with satisfaction as he heard Y/N's screams being muffled now as San intensified his thrusts, the new angle making it easier for his dick to hit her g-spot each time he pushed back in.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum." He gasped out, frantically chasing his high.

"Cum inside her."

That command shocked even San. Ever since they started the relationship, they had never once came inside Y/N's hole, always preferring to cum on her body.

"Have you lost your-"

"Did I stutter? Either you cum inside her little cunt and fill her up or I'll make sure neither of you are cumming at all."

Knowing fully well Yeosang was very capable of making it happen, San didn't press the matter any further and caved in. With feral groans, he stilled his hips as he began emptying himself inside Y/N, cock spurting out endless amounts of cum that painted her walls. Even though her sounds were semi muted, both of them could make out her frustrated whines at not being allowed to cum while feeling San's hot semen pool into her. Releasing his hold on her, San pulled out of her and quickly stepped aside as he could tell Yeosang couldn't hold back anymore.

Before Y/N could fully catch her breath or get a hold of herself, she gasped when she was suddenly turned around on her back as Yeosang stared at her with hunger and lust. She let out a choked wail when his cock entered her and gave her no time to prepare as he started a merciless rhythm of tearing into her pussy. With her legs thrown over his shoulders, the position only made her more weak. Her clit and folds were beyond pink, bordering on a crimson red and were puffed up to an extreme. Tears brimmed down her face as she felt her body give into the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Her body was so exhausted after so much foreplay and being used for her daddies' twisted ways that she felt like she was going to pass out from how intense her growing orgasm was becoming. She couldn't feel or register anything aside from the burning between her legs and the sound of skin slapping that was heard throughout the room.

"You wanna cum now my little doll?" Yeosang taunted at her, one hand snaking to her neck once more and squeezing softly.

"Yes! P-please let me cum!" She begged fervently, shouting as loud as she could even though her throat was being constricted.

"Fine. I think you learned your lesson princess. Now cum for me. Cum for your daddy." He instructed her.

With eyes rolling to the back of her head, Y/N's body started convulsing uncontrollably under Yeosang's. Her vision blurred as shockwaves gripped at her body and had her dissolving into a puddle of intense pleasure. Throughout all this, Yeosang continued to plunge his cock into her, not stopping until his own cum was flooding her heat, mixing in with her juices and with San's cum that had been previously bestowed inside her. He had a completely unapologetical and proud smile as he pulled out to watch his cum seep out of her.

"One of us is going to get you pregnant babygirl.... let's wait and find out."

[hongism]

mists of celeste ➻ 26.5

➻ pairing: this chapter centers around yeosang x wooyoung ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut, fluff ➻ Word Count: 3.6k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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✧✧✧ act four ➻ part 1.5

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“Hey, did you take my green blanket?”

“Hm?”

“My green blanket! The one Jongho got me for my last birthday?” Wooyoung puffs his cheeks full of air when his companion merely squints at the ceiling rather than responding. “You’re using it right now, aren’t you? Under the comforter? You just took my blanket, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yeosang hums, pulling the sheets up closer to his chin. Wooyoung strains to see if there’s a flash of green underneath, but he isn’t able to catch anything at this angle. “Besides, what good are birthday presents for someone who doesn’t even have a birthday?”

Wooyoung can’t resist the urge to roll his eyes. The question is far from offensive or harsh; Yeosang tends to be blunt more than anything else, and he does have a valid point in the question since Wooyoung truly has no recollection of when his birthday is. Although it was Yeosang’s idea to claim his birthday as the day he was set free. The warmth in Yeosang’s eyes when he suggested that was far too enticing to say no to, so Wooyoung agreed without batting an eye. 

“You are a terrible liar, Kang Yeosang,” he hisses out, edging closer to the bed. Yeosang lifts a brow but doesn’t budge.

“I don’t lie.”

“You omit the truth, and that’s the same as lying.” Wooyoung lifts a finger to jab it in the blond’s direction, unamused when the other cracks a small knowing smile. 

“How so?” He inquires nonetheless. The teasing gleam to his gaze doesn’t let up for a second.

“You know how so!” Wooyoung protests quickly. He pulls himself further onto the bed, tossing all his weight onto Yeosang’s torso, and the other man releases a groan from the sudden pressure. “I hope you pass out, you thief.”

“God, have you gained weight? You seem heavier than usual.”

“Heavier than usual? Heavier than usual! Why you little–” Wooyoung reaches behind Yeosang’s head and snatches up a pillow before smacking it hard against the Elitist’s face. Yeosang manages to bring his arms up in time to block a majority of the impact, but Wooyoung’s superior position allows him to work around his arms and hit him on the crown of his head. “I hope that feels heavier than usual too!” 

Yeosang huffs out a laugh in response. He snatches the pillow from Wooyoung’s hands when Wooyoung next brings the cushion down, pushing it to the side and grabbing hold of his wrists with such ease that Wooyoung’s heart practically jumps in his chest. Yeosang twists his body despite being caught under the sheets, and all of a sudden Wooyoung is the one being pinned to the bed, red rushing up his neck at the intimacy of the position.

“H-Hey,” he mutters as he glances away from Yeosang’s prying gaze. 

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, Woo.”

“I know, I was just teasing you!” Wooyoung stretches his grin, cheeks scrunching up as he beams at Yeosang without a care in the world. The Elitist doesn’t seem pleased with his quick response though and continues his train of thought a moment later.

“You could afford to put on a bit more weight at that. And we could spend more time in the training room if you’d like. I’d be hap–”

“Oh hush, you.” Wooyoung blows air into Yeosang’s face to shut him up, and the tactic works out rather well for him seeing as Yeosang blinks against the assault with confusion painting his features. “Unlike you, my stomach was never fit for a prince’s diet or a royal meal plan. But I can eat a bit more if that would make you happy!”

“I like you just the way you are,” Yeosang hums in response. He speaks the words so softly that Wooyoung hardly catches them but when he does, the flush on his cheeks deepens to a scarlet. 

“You can’t tease me about my weight, tell me that it wouldn’t hurt to put on a few pounds, then say something like that,” he grumbles under his breath, shoving a hand against Yeosang’s shoulder. The attack is half-hearted at best, and Yeosang laughs it off without too much care. 

The Elitist lets the sound fade into silence, leaving his gaze to trace over every millimeter of Wooyoung’s features. The heat in his state is not lustful or seeking anything more than the gentle peace hanging in the air between them, but Wooyoung still finds himself flustered more than anything else. 

“What are you doing that for?” Wooyoung wriggles a bit under Yeosang’s weight. He doesn’t manage to budge the man even an inch, completely stuck under both his grasp and gaze. 

“Let me admire my lover in peace.”

Wooyoung squeals at the nonchalant attitude Yeosang holds and the way he says the words like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. He frees one hand from Yeosang’s hold and snatches up the same pillow from before, sending it cascading into the side of Yeosang’s head. 

“Excuse me, wh—”

“You’re excused!” Wooyoung interrupts before smacking Yeosang once more for good measure. Yeosang huffs and rolls off Wooyoung to escape the relentless attacks with the pillow, not bothering to fight back. As he slips out of the way, Wooyoung catches a flash of green under the black comforter. “You did steal my blanket!”

“Is that truly what you’re worried about right now?” Yeosang slips off the bed to stand upright, hands coming to rest on his hips as he blinks down at Wooyoung. 

“Yes because you lied to me!”

“All I said was that I didn’t know what you were talking about.” 

Wooyoung pulls himself into a sitting position and inches ever closer to where Yeosang stands by the edge of the bed. He pouts out his lower lip as far as he can in a desperate attempt to win the man over but it is to no avail because Yeosang just arches a brow and smiles a little.

“You look so cute when you act hurt.”

“Make it up to me and I won’t be hurt,” Wooyoung pleas with wide eyes. Yeosang slips a finger under his chin and lifts him up a bit more. Wooyoung follows the motion but Yeosang dips away at the last second, lips merely ghosting over his, and the younger of the two gasps at the audacity of the other’s teasing. “You are absolutely cruel!”

“I can’t help myself when you look as cute as you do.” Yeosang begins to pull back, but Wooyoung isn’t about to let him get away with it this time, so he reaches up to snag the man by the collar, yanking him back down so hard that Yeosang has to grip the mattress to keep from crushing Wooyoung. 

“Do it properly.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I will find someone who can do it prope–” Pressure invades Wooyoung’s mouth, and he doesn’t get the chance to finish that train of thought thanks to Yeosang’s lips crashing into his. Wooyoung sighs into the kiss, a content smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and sits back to let Yeosang do most of the work. Yeosang doesn’t stay long, releasing Wooyoung’s lips with a wet pop and harsh glare that doesn’t scare Wooyoung in the slightest. Huffing out a laugh, the dark-haired man brings a thumb to his lips and wipes at the excesses saliva Yeosang left there. “Better.”

It is still difficult to ignore the dull pain that blossoms in his chest when his lips part from Yeosang’s, but he has at least gotten better at not letting that pain shine through his features or show in the slightest. Whether Yeosang doesn’t notice or he is merely pretending to ignore it, Wooyoung does not know, but he does not particularly care either. Not talking about it saves them both from further pain that neither of them wants. 

“I put up with too much of your teasing.” Yeosang readjusts his tunic, pulling the white silk back into its original resting place. Even with all the man’s insistence that he hates every part of his past, he sure does wear many regal and fancy clothes. Not that Wooyoung is complaining in the slightest because Yeosang just looks so pretty: blond hair that falls in soft waves around his face just long enough to be pulled back into the smallest ponytail, dark brown eyes with gold flecks throughout them, that precious birthmark hiding beside his eye that his side bangs cover all too often. The silk regalia he always wears on casual days like these only add to that beauty. Wooyoung could spend hours sitting back like this and staring at him. “Perhaps that should be your next lesson.”

“Hm, maybe, but if I really wanted to, I would have you pinned to the bed right now. Especially with how pretty and delicate you look in that shirt.” Wooyoung grins a bit too cheekily, and Yeosang rewards him with a sharp flick to the forehead. “Ow!”

“You were asking for it.”

“You are oh so cruel and harsh, Prince Kang,” Wooyoung laments with a dramatic flair to his tone. He throws himself back onto the bed, releasing an all too fake sob as Yeosang just rolls his eyes and ignores the other’s antics. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that.”

“Would you rather me call you sir? Perhaps while you have me face do–” Yeosang darts forward, clapping a hand over Wooyoung’s prattling mouth without hesitation, and he glances around the room nervously even though it is empty aside from the two of them.

“You’re too bold,” he hisses before pulling his hand back and letting Wooyoung grin happily to himself. 

“I’m just trying to get to the point here! You promised to teach me more today, and I haven’t heard you breathe a word about that, so hurry up mister!”

“You and your teasing mouth have prevented me from doing so actually.” Yeosang catches Wooyoung by the chin, and he inches the man’s head up with just his index finger. Wooyoung’s smile stretches wider in defense, and the other can only manage a deep sigh as pulls away. “What is it you want to learn today? Anything particular in mind?”

Wooyoung slides himself over to the edge of the bed and tosses his legs over the edge. He taps at his chin as he thinks, trying (and failing) not to get distracted by the soft expression Yeosang wears currently. 

“Um, you said – you said you had to go to lots of dances when you were younger right?”

“I did, yes,” Yeosang hums. He doesn’t try to hide the smile that overtakes his lips as Wooyoung speaks, and once again, Wooyoung finds himself slipping further into distraction. 

“W-Well then, teach me to dance!” Wooyoung hops to his feet and looks Yeosang in the eye. They stand at about the same height; perhaps Wooyoung is only a centimeter shorter at best, but Yeosang would most likely say it’s more like two or three centimeters. 

“We don’t have music though?” Yeosang’s voice lifts at the end of his sentence, changing the statement into a question, and Wooyoung slaps the flat of his hand down hard against Yeosang’s shoulder.

“Do we really need music? Isn’t it all about – um, I don’t know how dancing works actually.”

“Counts, Woo, it’s all about counts.”

“Okay, see! That’s not music.”

“But it’s counts related to the tempo of the music,” Yeosang hums but he slips an arm about Wooyoung’s waist nonetheless and tugs him closer. “I suppose coming up with a tempo of our own wouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Wait, which part are you teaching me?” Wooyoung inquires as Yeosang guides one of his hands up to rest near his bicep. The blond clasps the other tight in his own hand, pulling it out to the side to hang in the open air.

“The typically female part.”

“I want to learn the male part!” Wooyoung protests, fist balling around the fabric of Yeosang’s delicate shirt. 

“You want me to dance to the female’s part?”

“Would it truly be the first time you haven’t taken control?” Wooyoung quips, and Yeosang’s grip on his waist tightens to a point where the younger yelps.

“Don’t think with such a dated mindset, Woo. There are many things a man can do from that position, and I would be happy to teach you those next,” Yeosang purrs, pressing his lips to the shell of Wooyoung’s ear. The younger releases some sort of noise that sounds something like a squeak and a gasp mashed together. Yeosang revels in the sound, and he tosses his head back as a bout of laughter overtakes his body. The sound is crisp and clear in a beautiful way. Wooyoung cherishes it while it lasts, knowing that the Elitist is only ever so relaxed and carefree like this when they are alone. 

Yeosang nudges Wooyoung’s hand off his shoulder and catches hold of it before it can fall uselessly by his side. He pulls it to his waist in attempts to urge Wooyoung to take hold of him, and Wooyoung is quick to do so, folding his fingers around Yeosang’s lithe waist.

“You can’t expect to dance properly while standing that far away from me, Wooyoung,” Yeosang grumbles under his breath. He hooks a hand onto Wooyoung’s shoulder and tugs him forward until their chests have no space between them. Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath, stifling a smile when he sees the flush that rises up Yeosang’s neck as he tightens his grip on the man’s waist. 

“Did all the princesses have the pleasure of dancing so close to you?” Wooyoung hums. His eyes remain wide and innocent, but Yeosang knows better than to believe the innocence there. 

“You are the only one I would ever allow this close to me.” 

Wooyoung is pleased with the response even if it catches him off-guard because he was honestly expecting another jibe from the man. The small statement has more than one meaning, and Wooyoung basks in all the possibilities, taking a moment to just absorb Yeosang’s warmth and presence. 

“Alright, you don’t get to ignore my instructions just because I’m letting you lead this one time. I expect you to pay attention to every detail.”

“This one time?” Wooyoung laughs.

“I won’t let you lead again after this.”

“Oh, you’ve said that before but–”

“Think with your brain not with your dick, Jung Wooyoung!” Yeosang squeezes hard at the muscle under Wooyoung’s shirt, and he releases a yelp from the sharp pain that spreads quickly through his body. 

“Okay, okay! I’m thinking with my head! And not that one!” 

“Remind me why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me?” Wooyoung grins, and while Yeosang doesn’t provide a verbal response, he has one in the way Yeosang smiles before clearing his throat and standing up a bit straighter.

“Just move with me. It’s rather simple to get the hang of, but there will be a lot of stepping on toes until you get a feel for your partner.” Wooyoung’s lips don’t even part a centimeter before Yeosang sends him a pointed glare that has him snapping his lips back together with no further comment. “When my right foot moves backward, step forward with your left. We can work up to you leading the movements, but if you were in full control, you would push against my hand to signal that you’re taking a step forward.”

Yeosang’s right leg slips away from Wooyoung’s left one, and he chases after him, taking a hasty step forward and hitting the tip of Yeosang’s steel-toed boot. Wooyoung backtracks immediately and tugs back, but the blond keeps him firmly planted to the spot.

“Easy, Woo… move a bit slower than that. It’s not a race; it’s a dance. It’s supposed to be slow and rhythmic.” 

Wooyoung lets Yeosang guide his next steps, blindly following them without focusing on any of the words coming from his lips. They sway to an inaudible beat, a song only the two of them can hear, an unspoken melody that holds them to each other. As it turns out, Yeosang doesn’t need to explain anything because Wooyoung’s body picks up on the guidance within minutes. 

“I think you got it,” Yeosang whispers eventually, and neither man is sure how long they’ve been dancing. They don’t pull away though; instead, Yeosang slips his hand free of Wooyoung’s and moves it up to his other shoulder. Slowly but surely, he intertwines his fingers behind Wooyoung’s neck. Wooyoung takes it as a sign to drop his hand to Yeosang’s waist, and he mimics the position with a faint smile. Yeosang arches his back against the touch. He’s in the middle of a laugh when Wooyoung drops his forehead atop the other man’s, eliciting a quiet gasp from him that devolves into a huff of laughter again less than a second later. “We aren’t even dancing anymore.”

“Do we need to be?” Wooyoung lets his eyes flutter shut. Every sense is so full of Yeosang that it’s almost overwhelming: the heat of his warm skin under the silk, the soft sounds of his breathing and slightly lisped tone, the smell of that goddamn cologne someone bought for him some time ago that Wooyoung adores so much, Wooyoung can even still taste Yeosang on his lips from their earlier kiss. And when he opens his eyes once more, there Yeosang stands before him – real, living, able to be seen and held and cherished. 

Too often do those dreams come, the ones where Yeosang remains out of reach or broken and hurt and dying before Wooyoung’s eyes but he can’t do a thing to stop it. They come in a wide variety of nightmares, a plethora of troubles and hardships and pain, and yet there is only one that never arises. 

“You’re thinking too hard,” Yeosang murmurs once he recognizes the gleam in Wooyoung’s eyes. “Come back to me, Woo.” He’s a bit too far gone as it is, too lost in thought and caught up in the frightening possibilities. Yeosang’s hands slip loose and fall forward to cradle Wooyoung’s face in his palms. 

The one that has never awoken in his mind is the one where Yeosang is his master, his owner, the one dealing punishment after punishment, and if Wooyoung dwells on the thought for too long, he can start to hear the crack of the electric whip in his ears.

“Come back to me,” Yeosang says a bit louder this time. Something binds Wooyoung to the words, and he finds himself leaning into the warmth of Yeosang’s touch. “There we go, come back to me. Just like that…”

“’m sorry.” Wooyoung’s words are a bit slurred and broken, but he’s free of the intruding thoughts for the time being at least. 

“That’s enough lessons for today, I think.” Yeosang hums as he trails a thumb over the skin of Wooyoung’s cheek. 

“Let’s stay like this a little while longer, please.”

“Whatever you want, Woo.”

“All I want is you,” Wooyoung whispers, slipping his head away from Yeosang’s so that he can bury his face in the man’s neck. A few of the longer strands of blond hair tickle his ear, and a shiver travels down his spine with the sensation before he settles comfortably there. 

“I know.”

“I would have you for the rest of my life if you let me.”

“You know I would.” Yeosang reaches a hand up to cup the back of Wooyoung’s head. He combs through the charcoal locks there, fingernails brushing over his scalp in such a way that Wooyoung feels himself growing drowsier by the second. “We’ll see what fate has in store for us.”

“What if I don’t want to wait that long?”

“You don’t have to. I’m yours now.” Wooyoung smiles against Yeosang’s skin, and a sigh passes through his chest as Yeosang shifts to press a kiss to his hair. 

“I did pretty well for myself, I suppose. Getting a prince all on my own.”

“You said that as if there was ever any doubt of me falling for you,” Yeosang laughs softly. “But I must admit… a traitorous runaway prince and an ex-slave. Fate can’t even try to tell me that—” 

Wooyoung cuts the thought short, pulling up with haste to slot his lips against Yeosang’s much smoother ones. He knows the man will complain later – tell him that the more they kiss, the more painful it will get in the long run – but right now, Wooyoung just wants to appreciate every inch of Yeosang while he can. If fate wishes to deprive him of that one day, then Wooyoung doesn’t want to look back with any regrets about what they could have done or said in their time together. 

For now, it’s enough. The feel of Yeosang’s lips sliding over his and returning the kiss with equal parts love and passion. The hands tangling in his hair as Wooyoung grips harder at his waist and pulls him impossibly close. He feels like he’s fifteen again in those damp and dark alleyways on Aera, shaking from the cold but oh so warm thanks to the weight of Yeosang’s words that night. He feels like he did the moment Yeosang set him free, the moment he promised that he would take care of Wooyoung. He wouldn’t let him be alone anymore, he wouldn’t let anything happen to him, and he would protect Wooyoung no matter the cost. 

It’s enough, and in the back of his mind, Wooyoung thinks that it will be enough for a long time to come.

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Fall dates with Ateez

Ateez Masterlist                                   Group Masterlist

Not requested but I do reall enjoy writing seasonal things and the Ateez mood is on so yes. Also I’m soft almost 80% of the time lately so I apologize for the lack of smut content. 

Hongjoong: 

He tended to lock himself up completely when he got very busy, so you knew he hadn’t really had the chance to experience to experience the nice fall weather. So when he had a day off, you knew exactly what you were going to do: play tourist in your own city. 

“It’s so nice out.” Hongjoong commented, squeezing your hand while he held it in your jacket pockets. “It’s a different view from your laptop screen.” You joked and he laughed, shaking his head. “I know, I know, I work too much.” He mumbled, leaning over as he walked to kiss your cheek. You smiled at his actions, squeezing his hand in return. 

“Is that a new bakery?” Hongjoong asked, perking up at the sight and the smell of fresh bread. You laughed and tugged him towards it. “Yeah it is, they have this really nice pumpkin bread.” You explained and he perked up. “Let’s go get some then... maybe then we can go walk through the park? I haven’t been there since they finished putting it together.” You smiled at his words, waiting in line at the bakery. It was nice to see him getting more into your little date and letting go of work. “Of course we can.” You leaned over, kissing his lips quickly. 

Seonghwa: 

(this one is inspired by something I used to do with my dad in my hometown , we use to go to these huge antique stores filled with all these random things)

When Seonghwa told the boys what your date was going to be, the boys joked that you two were turning into an elderly couple. But it was something you truly enjoyed doing together and he was always intrigued to go do it. 

You both never bought anything while antiquing, but it was just so fun to see what the stores had. There was history to each object and it was absolutely fascinating. “We should get this.” Seonghwa said, holding up an antique porcelain monkey. “Should we now... and where would we put him? Or would we have shared custody, he spends a week at the dorms and then a week and my place?” You joked and he shook his head, putting the monkey back down. 

You moved to a case of antique jewellery, scanning it over as Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his hands in your hoodie pocket. “Those earrings are incredibly ugly.” You whispered to Seonghwa behind you, not wanting to offend the seller. “Yeah, they’re the worst. But that’s what they wore back then.” He agreed and placed his head on your shoulder. “But that necklace is pretty neat.” He mumbled, moving to look at the price and quickly moving on to the next item. 

“And really freaking expensive.” 

Yunho: 

Whenever you told him you wanted to go apple picking, Yunho’s heart absolutely melted. It was the perfect little date and he couldn’t have chosen anything better himself. What made it even better was seeing you in a cute sweater and a scarf all ready to go pick apples. 

“So what are we going to do once we pick all these apples?” Yunho asked, wrapping an around your waist to pull you into his chest. No one else was really around in the orchard and he saw an opportunity. “I was thinking, we could go back to my place and maybe make an apple pie... and you can take the left over apples to the dorm.” You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Hmm apple pie. Apple pie sounds good.” He said softly, reaching behind you to pluck an apple out of your reach. “Doesn’t it, especially nice and warm.” You smiled, pecking his lips quickly and taking the apple from him and putting it in your basket. “Now I’m just hungry.” He pouted, taking the basket from you to hold instead. 

Yeosang: 

It was almost impressive how quickly you two lost eachother while in the corn maze. You were almost sure it was record time, Yeosang turned one corner and you turned the other and you were out of eachother’s sight. 

“Yeosang!!!” You called, other maze wanderers looking at you. It wasn’t your fault you had lost eachother. “Yeosang!!!!” You laughed, because this was sad and funny. “Y/N?!” You could hear him through the corn. “Yeosang! You stay there, I’m coming to you.” You breathed in relief and you could hear is faint “okay”. 

You could see him physically sigh in relief as you finally found him. You laughed, hugging him tightly and sneaking your hands under his jacket. “Who’s idea was this?” He asked with a laugh and you shook your head, burrying it in his chest. “No clue.” You smiled, moving to grab his hand. “Now let’s get out of here and don’t you dare let go of my hand.” You added on and he nodded his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled, now casually wandering the maze with a lot less panic. 

San: 

The fall fair was so incredibly fun. Old school carnival games scattered around a big field, food trucks, etc and it was absolutely amazing. Good old wholesome fun and you were absolutely excited to see it all. 

However, San was completely obsessed with winning you a giant teddy bear. He was absolutely determined, which lead you to standing by the ‘Knock over the milk bottle’ stand for 20 minutes. “One more time.” San said, missing the bottles again. 

You crossed your arms and laughed. “Whatever you say baby.” You told him and he pouted at you. “Don’t do that, you know I hate losing.” He said, holding the ball in his hand. “I know.” You laughed, leaning over and kissing him quickly. “See that’s what I needed, I’m gonna make it now.” You laughed at his words, but quickly shut up as the ball knocked over the milk bottles. “Told you.” He said, raising an eyebrow at you before grabbing the teddy bear from the vendor. 

Mingi:

This was definitely going to be your new wallpaper, that you knew for sure. Mingi with a wagon filled with pumpkins, walking through a pumpkin patch. You were going to bring the pumpkins back to carve with the boys and Mingi wanted to make a date out of it. Picking out pumpkins for each of the members, that suited them. 

“Did you just take a picture of me?” He asked, looking at you holding your phone. “Maybe.” You teased, putting your phone back in your jacket pocket. “You just looked cute. I couldn’t help myself.” You added on, grabbing his jacket and pulling him towards you. 

“I need to pick out one more pumpkin.” He said leaning forward slowly. You glanced at the wagon, counting the pumpkins and finding 8. “Who’s?” You asked and he smiled. “Yours, but I can’t find one that suits you. None of them are perfect.” He said, smiling cheesily and you walked away. “That cheesiness caused you a kiss.” You tutted and walked over to a small pumpkin, picking it up. “Can I make it up to you by carving you a beautiful pumpkin later?” He asked, quickly hugging you from behind. “No you can make it up to me by not going to the emergency room while carving pumpkins later.” You laughed, patting his hands comfortingly. 

Wooyoung: 

On his cooking adventures, he never really tried baking and it was something he wanted to do really bad. Fall was the perfect time for some pumpkin spiced cookies and it was the perfect date. 

“2 cups of sugar? Are you sure?” You asked looking at Wooyoung who was reading the instructions. “Yeah 2 cups.” Wooyoung reassured and you still looked at him in confusion. “You’re sure? That’s an awful lot of sugar.” You said, holding the measured out sugar over the bowl. Putting his hands on his hips, he looked at you with pursed lips. “Do you not trust my cooking skills?” He asked and you started laughing. 

“I trust your cooking skills, your baking skills not so much.” You joked and he gasped. He dipped his finger into the existing batter, which was mainly just pumpkin and smeared it over your cheek. “That’s for doubting me. Now put in the sugar.” He smiled and you just laughed, dumping it in the bowl. “Yeah, I’m totally getting back at you for that later.” You said softly and smiled at him sweetly. “Oh boy, I’m in trouble... let’s finish the cookies before you get back at me.” Wooyoung laughed, panic in his voice as he quickly moved any ingrediants that could possibly be used as a weapon against him. 

Jongho:

(this look, this energy, it’s superior)

You watched Jongho poke at the fire with a stick before dropping it in and sitting next to you again. It was a cute idea to go roasting marshmellows outside and it was the perfect weather. Not too warm, cold enough for a jacket and cuddles, absolutely perfect. 

“Is that enough wood?” Jongho asked, about to get up to add more again. You grabbed his jacket and pulled him back down to sit. “Yes, it is. Here.” You said and popped a marshmellow into his mouth. He accepted it, laughing a little before wrapping an arm around you. You stuck a marshmellow onto a stick and hung it over the fire, roasting two so that Jongho didn’t have to stop cuddling you. 

“I’ve never done this before.” Jongho said as he gently bit into the warm marshmellow. “Really? It’s so fun and good.” You said, smiling at him. Jongho couldn’t help melt a little as he saw your expression. “It really is. We should do this with the members sometime too.” You nodded in agreement and then stopped. “I don’t know if I trust all of them around an open flame” You both laughed and he shook his head. “That’s a valid point.” 

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pirate king (45) || atz

The stunned silence brought on by the ludicrous request is broken by Commander Kang actually adding on to that preposterous behest. Even in your own stupefied daze, you somehow manage to hear the next words that leave the commander’s mouth.

“I also want my son, Kang Yeosang.”

Every thought flees your mind all at once, leaving only a barren mental landscape behind, a mere deserted wasteland. Time seems to slow down for you, air turning liquid as the words drift over to you gently like a fallen leaf swirling and eddying on the surface of a still lake. A moment of eerie calm is all you get, before the actual meaning of the words, with all the force of a sledgehammer, smash into you harder than a battering ram.

You’re terrified.

Numb, predatory fear prowls into your mind, nestling and rooting itself there before you can finally register its presence. It’s tormenting you, torturing you. Your base instinct screams at you to flee as fast as you can possibly run before this man can get his hands on you, but your legs are frozen to the deck. You can’t even scream if you wanted to, let alone run, and even if you could, where would you run to?

Your mind is pulled and twisted by fear and anxiety in all directions, but as much as you hate to admit it, doubt wells up in you.

Yes, you know that the crew think of you as one of their own. Yes, you think that they truly do care about you and that they would, under some of the harshest circumstances, never sacrifice you for their own interests.

But in response to this deal? The reward is too enticing, as alluring as fresh nectar to a honey bee. How do you even refuse an offer like this? Hell, you’re tempted to take the deal yourself, even if it means sacrificing yourself in the process. One crew member of the ship for the safety and security of the entire crew? When will you ever get another offer like that?

However noble you may want your intentions to be, though, you know that you’re selfish.

Because deep in you, you’re desperately wishing that your captain turns it down.

No matter how selfish that makes you, no matter what your crew has to give up, part of you is terrified of dying. It’s more than a mere survival instinct, more of a deep seated desire rooting in you. You can’t die, not now, not when you’re nowhere near the end of your journey-

At your own trail of thought, something claws at your heart, so painfully you actually feel it in your body. Shocked panic runs through you at the words that have just passed through your mind, because when you try to figure out exactly what they mean, the pain in your head grows more and more, from a mere throbbing to an agonising pounding of your mind.

Journey?

But before you can think your brain into a catatonic state, your captain speaks up, his voice trembling with fury, knuckles white around the handle of his cutlass as if he can’t wait to slice the man before him into a million tiny pieces. Even if it’s not aimed at you, the incensed, red hot rage is all too clear in his words, sending a shiver down your spine as your survival instinct screams at you to bolt.

“What. Do. You. Want. With. Them.”

Every syllable is shaking with vengeful fury, as if he can’t wait to rain hell’s wrath upon the Commander, but Kang Yongsun merely stands his ground calmly, eyeing the captain with a cool, collected gaze.

“I want my son back with me for personal reasons-” He begins, but San finally snaps, lunging forward furiously before Jongho catches him by the arm, yanking him back even though you can see from the battlemaster’s furious expression, he wants nothing more than to bludgeon the man before him to a bloody pulp as well.

“How dare you call him your son that after you were the one who abandoned him in the first place?” San screams, writhing against Jongho’s grip, his usually calm demeanour completely shattered into smithereens. For such a lithe man, your master is surprisingly strong, nearly wriggling out of Jongho’s hold before the young battlemaster catches him once again. “You f*cking destroyed him when you betrayed him like that! You’re a heartless liar!”

You too, can feel anger rising up in you even through your numb shock. From the little you had glimpsed of Yeosang’s memories, the navigator had truly looked up to his father, loved him dearly though he’d gone years without seeing his face, idolised him, even. When he had been given over to the Pirate King as the object of a deal, you had felt everything within him shatter like glass.

Yeosang had truly almost been destroyed beyond repair.

“It is not my problem that Yeosang was foolish and believed that I loved him.” His father states dispassionately, as if he doesn’t care the least about his only son. Horror and disbelief runs through you as you stare at the man. How can any human being be so… inhumane? “I never told him I loved him, so I’ve never lied to him in the least.”

Your heart drops in your chest. This man…

“Let me go, Jongho, let me kill that bastard! He thought you loved him!” San continues howling in rage, thrashing against the younger battlemaster. You’ve never seen your master in such an uncontrolled manner, and he’s not even drunk. “Yeosang almost starved himself to death the first few months he was on the ship because of this shithole, I’m going to kill him-”

“Mingi, bring San to my cabin and help me keep him there for now.” Your captain says coldly, obviously noting that Mingi’s barely restraining himself from swinging that huge axe and chopping Commander Kang right in half, seething with white knuckled fury. The quartermaster, clearly knowing that he’s going to do something reckless if he stays here any longer, merely grabs San around the middle and hoists him into the air, carrying him away from the main deck to the captain’s cabin, San screaming and swearing the whole way.

“And don’t you dare touch my apprentice! I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth and destroy you, you asshole-”

The cabin door slams shut, effectively cutting off the sounds of your master’s fury.

Then your captain turns back to the commander, who looks completely unruffled by San’s accusations and screams. For a moment, you’re actually terrified at how stony this man’s face is. His facade is as cold as ice, to the point it almost unnerves you. It’s nothing like the silent calm Yeosang possesses, but he instead has a far more menacing, emotionless demeanour, as if he’s more golem than you are.

You imagine yourself like that, briefly, for a moment. A body of clay, with silent, unblinking, dispassionate eyes. More soulless than any human being around you.

The mere thought of it scares you.

“And what do you want with Chin Hae?” Your captain then adds on with gritted teeth, barely managing to cling on to his own facade of calm. At the sound of your name, your hands start to shake from fear, but then Yunho takes your hand in his, gripping it tight.

You turn slowly to look at him, knowing that you probably look like the day you had first met, terrified of the death that was ever so imminent in that alley back in Raguza, except this time your fate lies not in your hands, but your captain’s.

Yunho meets your eyes with a nervous, uneasy gaze, but when he speaks, his voice is full of surety.

“Hongjoong-hyung would never give you or Yeosang up, no matter the price.”

And you believe him. Your captain had already endured so much for you and the crew, if not him, who else could you possibly trust with your life? His actions spoke louder than words, with his body he had already shown you his dedication to his crew back in Nassau. With the determination he had plunged straight into the sea witch’s den, you knew he was willing to give up so much for you.

Yes. Your captain would not accept this deal. You believe that, at the very least.

“I cannot answer.” Commander Kang answers calmly, but from his words alone you can tell he’s not lying in the least. “My superior officer has ordered for it, so I obey his orders without question.”

“Like a obedient dog cowed into mindless submission.” Jongho snarls mockingly, grounding the end of his mace against the deck. But Kang Yongsun doesn’t react to the sneer at all, instead nodding in agreement with the statement.

“I do my job as required of me.” He replies, his voice completely devoid of emotion, before turning back to look at your seething captain, his one eye now a bright, venomous green. “But even if you do not give the woman Chin Hae up to the Royal Navy in a deal, we will still be forced to hunt her down anyway. She has a bounty on her head as well.”

At that, Hongjoong actually flinches in shock. You yourself are confused, why would you of all people be targeted specifically by the Royal Navy? In comparison to all the other members of the crew, you’ve not committed as many crimes as they have, so why you?

“How much is it? The bounty.” Your captain demands tonelessly, and Commander Kang opens his mouth to answer.

And with his next words, you feel your mind melt into a puddle of incomprehension.

“One thousand gold pieces.”

You nearly spit blood in shock, and from the way Yunho’s body goes entire rigid, he’s just as stunned as you. One thousand gold pieces, you imagine blearily, as if you can’t think straight anymore. You must be going crazy.

It can’t be possible. You’d heard from Yunho that the bounty on the captain himself is five hundred gold pieces, wanted alive by the Crown. How can your bounty be twice the price of your captain’s?

That’s it. You’re either dreaming, drunk, going deaf or crazy, because you can’t be hearing any of this. None of it makes sense.

Commander Kang continues calmly, as if he hasn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell of the century on every person on board this ship simultaneously. “And our orders are to take her back alive, so you needn’t worry about her being killed in our hands-”

Hongjoong lunges with his cutlass faster than your eye can see.

There’s a clang of steel against steel as Commander Kang raises his blade just in the nick of time to save himself from being split from head to toe by the edge of your captain’s sword. Even for a man well past his prime, the Commander must obviously still be fighting fit, because his arms only tremble slightly when he holds his sword steady against your captain’s overhead slash.

They stand there for a moment, locked in some sort of stalemate, before the two of them pull apart, swords levelled at each other.

You realise that this is the first time you’ve seen your captain in action. Not the playful mock duels that he, Yunho and Jongho have on deck with the crew cheering them from the sides, betting on who would win, but an actual fight in which your captain’s eye is completely cold and calculating, reading his opponent’s every move, predicting every strike. Adrenaline floods your veins from the sheer tension in the air, but you’re frozen with numb shock.

Nobody moves as the two captains exchanged dark looks, charged to the brim with unspoken meaning.

“I should kill you where you stand.” Hongjoong hisses, lips bared in a snarl. But Commander Kang simply smiles through gritted teeth, keeping his blade at the ready for another surprise strike from your captain.

“But I’m the only one who knows why the Royal Navy wants the woman.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen your captain so incensed.

“Her name. Is. Chin. Hae.”

Whirling around, Hongjoong lunges forward with a flick of his wrist, the cutlass darting out like a snake’s tongue, ready to cut at least some part of his opponent’s sword arm off, but then the hooded man from the side slides between your captain and the commander in the blink of an eye, the longsword in his hands stopping the cutlass dead in its tracks.

The hood falls from the man’s head, revealing soft brown curls, soft, sweet features and a gentle nose, deep brown eyes that seem all too familiar to you even though you’ve never seen the man before in your life.

Why are they so familiar?

Because you’ve seen them on someone else before.

There are three rings braided in his hair, brushing his temple lightly.

Next to you, Yunho freezes, eyes going wide as if he’s seen a ghost. The spear actually goes clattering from his trembling hands to the deck, the sound unnaturally loud in your ears, his face turning white as a sheet as he manages to utter just a single word in disbelief, barely above a whisper.

“Gunho?”

On a ship somewhere in the middle of an ocean, a man sits silently in the cabin with his eyes closed.

He’s so still he might just be a statue, completely motionless. If it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he could have been mistaken for a dead body. A minute passes, then two, the water clock in the corner making soft noises as it keeps track of the time.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Suddenly, the man’s eyes slide open, a sinister smile curling on his lips as he breathes in deeply, resting his chin on his fingers, the picture of calm and composure. However, his eyes dance with a terrifying, maniacal light, his deep blue eyes glowing ever so slightly in the dim room with some sort of unearthly gleam.

“The prophecy is finally coming to pass.” He sighs in pleasure, the dangerous purr of his voice like silk dragged across skin. “I knew you would do me proud... my son.”

There’s a knock on the door and he rises to his feet, stepping across the room. Soon, he will be free of all of this, he deserves more, so much more, he’s going to be the one with dominion over the-

“Captain! We’ve caught its trail!”

Twisted, depraved glee rises in him as his fingers dance on the hilt of the silver knife at his side excitedly. He pushes the door of the cabin opening, the sun’s rays crushed under his feet as he steps forward to the main deck, watching the sea of blue all about him.

He drags his tongue against the blade, a deranged grin on his lips as he seeks out his next prey. The sirens are easy targets, but they don’t yield nearly enough.

“Let’s go kill the hafgufa.”

[atinykidult]

oK SO: would you fight them: ateez edition go 👀

I LOVE THIS!!!! I hope this is fun to read through (and sorry if it’s boring haha)

SEONGHWA:

8/10, definitely

Boi does so many rude things

Someone needs to put him back in his place

Plus his HP meter is halved after that Wooyoung + lap incident

Idk if I could win bc he has a whole 10 inches on me

But still worth fighting bc of the emotional comfort it would bring me and the fellow Seonghwa simps

HONGJOONG: 

6/10, I would but I also wouldn’t

Like idk how I’d emotionally prepare myself for this

Everyone’s soft for our tiny leader??? so?? why fight him???

AND I need him to stay in one piece so he can keep producing bops 

BUT!!!

I HAVE PENT UP EMOTIONS BC OF THE WAY HE’LL LOOK AT THE CAMERA DURING PERFORMANCES

SO IF I CHANNELED THAT IT MIGHT WORK

Btw he’s smol and I’m smol so I think I could take him ^^

YUNHO: 

8/10 yes

First of all, I have abs of steel from how much he’s made me laugh

Second of all, I have emotional reason to because of the way he’ll twerk in every other interview

Third of all, he’s too nice to actually fight vicious enough to win

The 2/10 that wouldn’t is bc.... well...

Did I mention he’s too nice??

YEOSANG: 

4/10 I might, possibly, maybe think about it...?

Boi be strong (see: ISAC, thank you @yeocult for educating me)

Boi be vicious (see: Weekly Idol and various YT compilations)

Boi be too adorable/angelic to fight (the Twister interview during Wave era? “It’s me!~” is my favorite thing in the world y’alllll)

BUT THAT 4/10 THAT WOULD???

IT’s BECAUSE HE KNOWS

hE KNowS NO ONE WOULD FIGHT HIM

AND I GOTTA SHOW HIM THAT YES SOMEONE WOULD

SAN: 

0/10 never in a thousand years

Look

People put Jongho as their 0/10 member

But it’s San, I’m telling you

He’s too sweet to fight so if you did

It would be for a reason

And if you got there

It’s too late for you

He’ll use those freaky dancing abilities for war

And it won’t be pretty

O.O

MINGI: 

7/10 under emotional pressure, yes

Idk y’all

He’s like, 10 feet tall

But I feel like under stress he would basically be all flailing limbs?

Like, too panicked to fight smart

His first instinct would be to run away screeching

So I think I could take him, I truly do~

But emotionally?

NO!!!!!

WOOYOUNG: 

5/10 mixed bag

I feel like it’d be hard to get down to the actual fight??

Like, we could both screech insults at each other

And glower a lot

But I don’t think either side would actually start the fight unless something major is going on??

Cuz he’s cute I feel like he’s used to getting out of fights

And dance is a non-impact sport

So I feel like he wouldn’t quite know how to beat someone up??

Which makes his superior strength less useful

50/50 chance y’all

JONGHO: 

2/10 in general no... but—

Picture with me this, fine folks:

Me, 5 feet tall but emotionally invested in bringing down this giant. Prepared. Ready to follow through to the end.

Jongho, buff and loud and significantly bulkier. Maybe bored. Maybe fired up. (Who knows?)

Common sense says I lose.

BUT!!! I have 2 strategies!!!

1: Distract him with a box of apples

His fruit killing instincts kick in, thereby deriving him of any desire to fight me

2: Challenge him to a high note battle instead

He knows he has an incredible range; he’s the pro; he’s got this. So why not??

He takes the bait

(I’m a mezzo soprano and can usually reach any of his adlibs via luck and falsetto)

(Idk how it turns out. But at least this way I live)

[atinytokki]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨

Chapter 12: The Sunken Island

“It’s not the ATEEZ.” Yeosang lowered Hongjoong’s spyglass, shifting his injured limb off the side of the boat.

“It’s the Navy.”

Wooyoung’s heart sank. There was almost no chance that they would get out of this one. He collapsed back into his seat, flailing his arms in frustration, and was suddenly grabbed by Yeosang. “Stop waving your arms around! Do you want them to see us?” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“Haven’t they already?” Wooyoung argued back. Yeosang handed the glass over. “Look, we’re in their blind spot. The sun’s only just risen so visibility is low, and we’re a much smaller vessel so it’ll take them longer to spot us.”

Wide-eyed, Wooyoung turned from the enemy ship to his fellow officer. “But, Yeosang, we have nowhere to run! They’ll see us for sure if we get out the oars to row back where we came!” Yeosang snapped his fingers suddenly, face lighting up.

“Hang on! They don’t know who we are! We’re the two most recent officers to join the ATEEZ and neither of us— as far as I know— have had any major run-ins with the Royal Navy! Am I correct?” Wooyoung was already shaking his head. He could see where this was going.

“Yeosang, it’ll never work. This is the Eastern Sea, we haven’t the faintest idea how things work out here! Even if we pretend we’re some random fishermen and they somehow buy it, what if we’re trespassing in Navy waters? No one gets exemption from that, even if they aren’t pirates!”

Yeosang was already searching the boat frantically for anything to help their ruse work. “We don’t have a choice, Wooyoung. You’re going to have to go with me on this. Just stay in their blind spot and buy time, and if it comes to it let me do the talking. Got it?”

Wooyoung’s face screamed protest and he knew this was going to be a crazy level of risky but he swallowed his fear and simply nodded to his superior. “We don’t have any fishing equipment,” Yeosang reported. “What are we going to say then? All we have is your average nondescript longboat,” Wooyoung kept his eyes trained on the frigate they were slowly drawing closer to. Yeosang set his jaw.

“I have a card I can play if I have to.”

...

The sun seemed to be taking its time, sauntering up out of the sea and into the sky. The pain flooded in before his eyes had a chance to open.

“Seonghwa?”

It was Jongho’s voice, tentative and distant in the swirling blackness. He must have made a noise, because now Jongho was speaking to someone else. “I think Seonghwa is waking up, go get San and the Captain!”

Rustling and movement to his left startled him into cracking open an eye. The sliver of early morning light seeped in, and gently Seonghwa allowed his lids to open.

“How are you feeling, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong asked, brushing a sandy strand of hair out of his own eyelashes and leaning into view of the injured Seonghwa. The patient wondered distantly about the state of his own hair.

“Hurts,” he finally bit out. “Sharp pain or dull?” On his other side appeared San’s green head. Seonghwa started and then sunk further into his bed sheets.

An image came into his mind of San pointing a gun directly at him. He swallowed and croaked out, “Dull.” Hongjoong and San made eye contact over him before both looking back down.

“Do you remember what happened?” It was Hongjoong again. “Uh...” His voice came out almost like a sigh, mind racing back to the last thing he remembered. The maze, the hallucinations, San pointing the gun at him... there it was again. Why did he keep seeing that?

“Someone shot me,” he realised the pain in his abdomen was indeed from a gun. San took a step back, and Seonghwa could swear he saw a drop of sweat on his forehead that had not been there before. Again Hongjoong looked over at him, this time with his “calm down” glance.

Seonghwa observed their silent conversation as closely as he could, but his eyelids were being tugged down. “The bullet passed right through, and San says you’ll recover.” Hongjoong. Seonghwa’s eyes blinked back open. San was nodding at him in confirmation. “But who...” the invisible force was pushing his eyes closed again and a yawn escaped his mouth. “Who shot... shot me?”

Hongjoong smiled through the shrinking crack of Seonghwa’s eyelids and whispered, “It’s alright, get some rest. We’ll explain later.”

Seonghwa was out like a light. San sighed in relief, hesitant to do what Hongjoong had just said and explain exactly what happened to Seonghwa. “He’ll figure it out himself soon enough if you don’t, you know,” Hongjoong said like he was reading his thoughts again and made his way to the door, Jongho in tow.

San slumped in his chair. “Come get me if he wakes again.”

...

“Approach her port-side,” Yeosang quietly instructed. The Navy ship had certainly spotted them, judging by the decreasing distance between the two, but had remained neutral thus far. “We need to veer two points to port to stay on course for Sunken Island anyway.” 

Wooyoung silently obeyed, keeping a shrewd watch on the approaching deck of the Navy ship. Sure enough, the captain had been summoned and stood at the railing, yelling down a courteous but brusque, “Commercial vessels aren’t allowed in this area. What are you doing here?”

Yeosang held up the rolls of maps as their boat pulled alongside the frigate. “We’re astronomers. Plotting sky charts.”

“Who is your employer?”

Yeosang didn’t miss a beat. “You are. Or at least, the Navy. Head Navigator Kang.” Wooyoung kept his confusion off his face.

“And why, if you don’t mind, are you half a day’s journey away from the nearest harbour in a longboat? Shouldn’t you be on Navigator Kang’s ship?”

Again Yeosang waited just the right amount of time before answering. “Navigator Kang is on the mainland. This is just a small research exploration, it didn’t require his ship.”

Narrowed eyes lingered for a moment more. “Very well, move along. You know where we are now if you need anything. And may I remind you, it would be proper for you to fly your colours.”

Wooyoung didn’t release his breath until they had moved well out of the captain’s earshot. “Head Navigator Kang? Who is that? How on earth did they believe we were working for the Navy?”

“That’s my father. He works for the Navy.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened. “Your father is the Head Navigator? Yeosang! What are you doing on a pirate ship? You could’ve had a whole career in the Navy!” Suddenly the gunner was brimming with barely contained jealousy.

“I know,” Yeosang sighed, repositioning himself to have his foot elevated again. “I almost did. But I don’t think I ever could’ve been truly happy in the Navy. It’s not the life for me.”

“You had a chance like that...” Wooyoung spoke slowly, the temperature of his face going up as his emotions bubbled to the surface. “And you didn’t take it?”

Yeosang was stunned into silence. Wooyoung’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he continued, “Do you know how many people would do anything for a shot to get in the Navy? Especially in a high rank? And set for life!”

“You’re one, aren’t you?” Yeosang finally said, cool under fire as always. Wooyoung was too ashamed to admit it, still steaming from his seat at the tiller. “I didn’t forget what you said about your brother when we were all drunk that time. You wanted to be like him, you were expected to be like him. I’m sorry to crush your dreams, but Wooyoung, you don’t know what the Navy is really like. I gave up that path for a reason.”

“Why? Humour me,” Wooyoung was losing some of his firepower at this reveal of Yeosang’s backstory. Perhaps he had judged sooner than he should have.

Yeosang cracked a half smile. He had been waiting for the right moment, and it had sauntered over to him like a piece of driftwood. “I was never in the Navy, but my father is and so of course the plan was always for me to be. I had an apprenticeship that made me change my mind.”

“Who were you apprenticed to?”

“Bang Si-Hyuk.”

Wooyoung gasped. “Privateer Bang Si-Hyuk? The same one I worked for? I never saw you!” He was baffled why Yeosang hadn’t shared this when he knew all along that his cabinmate was a powder monkey for the same Si-Hyuk.

“That’s because I was in navigation and you were on the gun deck. And let’s face it, he never allowed any of us younger ones to go where we pleased. ‘No wandering the ship, now, you rats!’ You never really interacted with him, did you?”

Wooyoung shook his head, intrigued. “That’s good for you. You wouldn’t want to.” Yeosang’s face gave away his feelings easily.

“Was he really that awful?” Wooyoung was beginning to feel sick to his stomach as memories from the last ten years resurfaced.

“The man is impossible. Sure, it got on my nerves that I could never do anything to his satisfaction, but the way he treated his crew, ran his ship. That’s what made me realise if I can’t stand this, how much worse will the Navy be? Si-Hyuk is a Navy man, he was trained to behave like that. I don’t think I could allow myself to be under those same people who trained him into a monster.” Wooyoung was piecing things together. “So you joined the ATEEZ?”

“Eventually,” Yeosang punctuated it with a shrug. “It definitely took some adjustment but when we had a battle with the Royal Navy, I was proven correct. They’re ruthless and incredibly power-hungry. They mauled our powder monkeys like they were animals instead of children. It’s disgusting. But that’s why we have you.”

Wooyoung still didn’t quite swallow it, this claim that the Navy he had been striving for was mortal enemies, and with good reason, with the crew he was now a part of. Yeosang detected the struggle behind his eyes.

“Let me tell you that to be part of the ATEEZ and yet agree with what that Navy stands for is a complete contradiction. You simply cannot do it.”

Wooyoung took in a shaky breath and watched the grey horizon. “But I didn’t ask to be here,” he pointed out, quietly at first. A little scared to be so vulnerable about the doubts that had been plaguing him since that day he joined their ranks.

The tension between them was thick, both boys thinking back to Wooyoung’s moment of weakness in the doldrums. Yeosang had silently convinced him to stay then, and he was trying again now. But Wooyoung still had a choice to make. “So why should I be risking my life for someone I don’t even know looking for a treasure that probably doesn’t even exist?”

“Wooyoung, if that’s what you believe we’re doing... just stick around and you’ll see. This isn’t a crew, it’s a family. We’re all lost and rejected together.”

Wooyoung’s eyes were damp now but he kept them still, focused on the patch of light that was growing into the sun. Yeosang was smiling at him again. “I know you don’t want to admit that you’ve been rejected, but it’s alright. We want you. Who knows where I’d be if you hadn’t showed up last night.”

Finally, Wooyoung turned his head and smiled back, blinking back the moisture in his eyes before announcing, “Who knew you were such a sap.” Yeosang punched him in the shoulder, a little harder than he was expecting. “Hey! I never talk like this with anyone, you should consider yourself lucky. You’re the sap for crying.”

“I’m not crying!”

“Those are tears in your eyes!”

“It’s just the sea salt, look— there! I’ve blinked it away.”

Yeosang backed off before it became a full fledged fist fight. The captain of the Navy ship was no doubt still spying on them from behind as they floated northeast.

“Well, what do you have to say then?” He crossed his arms and gave the younger boy a prodding look.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes but stilled for a moment to consider. “I’m not used to everyone yet, and there’s a lot I haven’t seen. But I’ll follow you, Yeosang. You can count on that.”

...

Hongjoong had been getting a few peaceful moments of sleep at his desk, feet propped up on the table and head tilted back, when Jongho suddenly burst into his quarters, breathless.

The noise jolted the Captain out of his sleep and out of his chair, blinking rapidly. “What is it, is Seonghwa—?”

“No, no,” Jongho panted before approaching and resting both hands on the desk. “We’re here. I can feel it.”

Hongjoong took a seat again, skeptical. “Yunho didn’t call ‘land ho’ and no one’s seen anything... are you sure?”

Jongho nodded fervently. “We’re headed for Sunken Island, right? So it won’t be above water! And Maddox said there were sirens, hyung I can feel them here. Trust me!” His eyes pleaded with Hongjoong and his hands gripped the smooth surface of the desk beneath him.

“Well, let’s do a depth sounding,” Hongjoong shook his head, trying to hide his smile. “Go get Yunho.” Jongho was gone before the words were out of his mouth.

“But it’s so time-consuming!” Yunho whined when the sails had been furled and the officers were assembled with the equipment at the starboard side.

“That’s a good thing,” Hongjoong reminded him. “It gives Yeosang and Wooyoung a chance to catch up. I don’t want to go any further without them.” Yunho sighed and began unravelling the knotted rope.

It wasn’t until he called out “by the deep 1000” that the plummet made a hit. “Ah! Sooner than I expected.” Suspicious, Yunho thought to himself.

The lead returned with a strange shiny substance covering it. It was white as pearl and not quite solid or liquid, and Yunho was baffled by it. Jongho reached his hand out to feel it.

“This is it,” he whispered, almost reverent. All five of them leaned over the bulwarks to try to get a closer look through the unnaturally glassy surface.

A faint voice drifted toward them from the other side of the ship. “Ahoy there!” The five officers came back up again, turning to each other in confusion. “Anyone else hear that?” Mingi asked. “Down here!” There it was again.

The men crossed the ship to the port side and peered over the bulwark to discover what was in fact a longboat approaching.

“Wooyoung and Yeosang! It’s them!” Yunho broke into a massive smile and waved his arms. Mingi was jumping up and down.

“Your timing is impeccable as always, Yeosang,” Hongjoong quipped before ordering for the boat to be pulleyed up. The two bedraggled floaters were met with hugs and claps on the back once they emerged from their stolen boat.

“We had to do a double take,” Wooyoung admitted, dodging Mingi’s attempt to ruffle his hair. “Last time we thought we found the ATEEZ, it was the Navy.”

San gasped and gripped his arm. “How did you get away?” He asked, wide-eyed. “We’ll explain later,” Yeosang reassured him, meeting eyes with Wooyoung in a prompt warning. “Where’s the Sunken Island, then? We’re at the coordinates.”

Everyone sobered at the change of topic. “We’re sitting right on top of it,” Yunho explained. “I just did a depth sounding and it’s under the water.”

“About that!” Wooyoung caught Hongjoong’s eye. “We met Maddox and he wanted us to tell you; the Sunken City can only be entered by one man.”

Thoughts raced through the Captain’s head. Maddox’s warning called him back to the single man who had escaped but lost his voice. It was going to be dangerous for anyone to go and face the sirens on their own ground.

Jongho took a deep breath and straightened, turning to the Captain. “Sir,” he began. Hongjoong couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at this professionalism. “I’d like to volunteer.”

“I’m hardly surprised,” Hongjoong smirked in response. “But how are you going to get down there?” Jongho brushed it off. “I learned a few tricks in Mermaid Cove, there’s nothing to worry about.” Hongjoong didn’t look convinced.

“I promise!” Jongho tugged on his arm imploringly.

“Alright,” Hongjoong finally agreed, quiet and reluctant but decisive. Jongho wasted no time in running off to the bow to prepare himself, leaving the others on deck. Wooyoung noted the absence among them. “Is Seonghwa...?”

“Resting,” San was quick to reassure him before casting his eyes on the floorboards, afraid Wooyoung would bring up the incident in the maze. Wooyoung didn’t respond but gave him a quick pat on the back to say he could trust him.

“I want to know everything that happened while you were gone,” Hongjoong dismissed everyone else back to their duties and focused his attention on the two escapees.

Yeosang nodded. “It’s a bit of a story...”

...

Jongho secured a rope to the damaged bowsprit and cleared his throat to get Hongjoong’s attention. The Captain excused himself from his conversation with Yeosang and Wooyoung and, after a slight moment of hesitation, pulled their youngest into a hug.

“Oh come on, not in front of the crew!” Jongho was squirming to get out. “No one’s looking,” Hongjoong laughed before letting him escape. “Now listen, you’re going to have to keep your wits about you down there—”

“I can breathe underwater.”

“...What?” Hongjoong was shocked by this sudden revelation. Jongho sighed before launching into an explanation.

“The mermaids that raised me taught me how. Just like they taught me to sing. I’ll be fine, hyung, really.” Hongjoong could still see a spark of uncertainty in Jongho’s dark eyes. “What is it, Jongho?” He questioned, tilting his head and examining him.

“It’s my curse,” Jongho finally admitted, staring holes into his feet. “When I was in the maze, I had a hallucination of mermaid song. That’s what triggered my nightmare.” Hongjoong nodded and looked overboard again at the water below, concealing the Sunken City.

“You’re afraid their song will cause another dream.” Jongho didn’t answer, but met eyes with his Captain. “Jongho, I want you to be careful. Get the glass and get out. Taking on an enemy ship is one thing, messing around with supernatural creatures is another.”

With a nod, Jongho disappeared over the forecastle deck, lowering himself into the sea with his rope, and then taking a deep breath and diving under.

Soon the source of silvery substance came into view. It looked like a city of lustrous white, pools of pearly water scattered throughout and a town that spiralled up to a shimmering palace.

As he descended on it, the massive size of the Sunken City became evident. It wasn’t your average lost city but a place that was regularly teeming with life. It looked like an abandoned paradise to the eye’s first scan, but Jongho recognised the shadow of his own frigate overhead and knew its residents were most likely hiding from it. He became lightheaded as his feet touched down on the sea floor outside the impressive front gate.

Clearing his mind, Jongho let his body remember how to breathe and exhaled gently, bubbles floating up and away. As he fell into a rhythm, music wafted toward him. He opened the gate and began to walk to the city.

Notes descending in crystal harmony wove together a breathtaking song. Jongho found himself captivated, until out of the lilting melodies the words of the song were revealed.

“Another precious sailor boy, discovering for himself the stuff of legend.” He stopped in his tracks. “Legend? Hold on, can’t you recognise one of your own?” His mouth immediately snapped shut. He had already given himself away by not falling into the seduction trap.

A voice drifted to him. “You may be raised by our kind, but you are certainly human-born.” Jongho bit back a response and peered into the homes he passed by while he had a chance, wondering where a magic magnifying glass might be. He was so focused on his task he almost bumped into a mermaid in the middle of the road.

She floated there silently, watching him. Jongho pulled away in horror. This siren looked nothing like the mermaids from his childhood. She broke into a sweet smile that revealed fangs. “We’re Cursed too, young one. Only our misfortune extends much further into history than yours,” her eyes flashed at him.

Gills fluttering in the current calmed as Jongho sputtered. “I didn’t say anything about a curse-!” 

“You didn’t need to. I sense that you’re missing something. In fact your heart is set on finding it.” She somehow knew about his memories, and he was itching to ask if she could tell him more.

“Listen, that doesn’t matter." Jongho knew his answer was weak, but the creature before him kept smiling. “Why are you here, child?” There was a hard edge to her voice. Jongho got the feeling she was a gatekeeper of some kind.

“I wanted to find more of you. My sisters in the mermaid cove told me of the Sunken Island. They always wished they hadn’t lost contact with you... they want to be reunited,” Jongho’s voice was remarkably steady this time, especially for thinking on his feet.

The siren’s smile was unwavering, but her piercing eyes narrowed. “So they sent you? An interesting choice. Come along, let’s see what the Queen has to say.”

Having no say in the matter, Jongho followed behind her and all around him sirens emerged from their houses to watch him go by. The palace was foreboding yet magnificent. The beauty of the architectural design screamed power and confidence, and made Jongho’s heart beat a little faster.

Still, wanting to keep his head, he did as he was told and entered the ornate royal hall alone. The Queen was stunning and terrifying at the same time, and her eyes remained fixed on Jongho while she questioned him.

“What a coincidence to have a newcomer on our steps at the same moment that a ship of men loiters above us.” Jongho played it safe and told the truth. “The ship that brought me here to meet with you.”

A grating laugh danced in his ears. “You hired the scum of the earth to bring you to our glorious kingdom!” Jongho kept his mouth shut, ignoring the urge to protect his friends.

The hideous creature before him pretended to think for a few minutes. “I would like to overlook your human characteristics,” the siren Queen suddenly frowned. “But I do have a reputation to keep. If your mermaid sisters want an audience with me they’ll think better of sending a man and come themselves.”

Jongho could tell from the glint in her sharp eyes that she was playing some kind of game with him, and enjoying it very much. “I have my rules. Don’t worry about delivering the message to them, we’ll take care of that ourselves.”

It hit Jongho like a ton of bricks. She was going to kill him. She didn’t care what he said or did, killing humans was simply the siren way. Her webbed hand shot out and clutched his arm in an iron grip, digging into his skin. But before he could retaliate, she opened her mouth and began to sing.

Her clear, entrancing tone penetrated his ears and he began to panic. He struggled to get out of her grip, frantically looking around for anything he could use as a weapon. Suddenly he spotted it; the centrepiece in her crystalline crown, a jewel of magic glass.

...

All was unnervingly quiet on deck, eyes fixed on to the spot where Jongho disappeared for a good thirty minutes, until a sound made its way up through the glassy water and filled the ears of everyone on board.

It was siren song. Immediately Mingi was at the forecastle, spinning Hongjoong around to face him.

“You know what sirens do to sailors?”

“Yes, Mingi, I know—”

“They sing them into madness and make them drown themselves! Or, even more fun, sink their ship and then eat them alive and steal their voices. How does that sound?”

“Mingi!” Hongjoong shook his quartermaster out of it. “Get everyone below and lock all doors and gratings. Officers included. No one is drowning themselves on my watch.”

They were interrupted by a splash. A man had jumped over. Hongjoong’s eyes widened.

“Where is he?”

Yeosang came down from the quarterdeck and leaned over the starboard bulwark before he spotted him. “There! He’s about to dive!”

Yeosang ascended the rail, ready to retrieve him, before being yanked back on deck by his captain.

“You’re still injured! What are you thinking?” Hongjoong shed his coat and climbed over the rail. “Get everyone below, now!”

And with that he dived overboard and swam at a steady clip towards the escaping crew member. Yeosang and the other officers ran off to secure the lower decks but Mingi stayed put, watching the scuffle in the water with bated breath.

Hongjoong caught up and grabbed the man’s arms to keep him from going further. The crew member kicked and screamed but Hongjoong held on tightly, doing his best to bargain with him. The man suddenly drew back his head and smacked into his Captain’s, squirming out of his arms and trying to get away again.

Hongjoong was still reeling from the blow but shook it off and grabbed the man again, this time by the head. He clamped his hands over the sailor’s ears until his struggling finally calmed and he passed out. Hongjoong hauled his dead weight onto his back and turned to swim back to the ATEEZ.

...

Jongho was crumbling under the voice of the siren Queen, tears leaking out of his eyes and floating away. His arm was turning blue from the pressure of her claws and he wasn’t sure if he could take it much longer.

The frightening creature before him was beginning to get frustrated with the resistance he was putting up to her song and so increased her volume.

Jongho looked up. The glass was only a quick grab away from him, nestled in her crown, but he wouldn’t dare grab it while she had the upper hand.

An idea suddenly dawned on him. Jongho opened his mouth as wide as he could and released a high pitched note. The siren halted mid-song.

Jongho continued singing, growing in volume and confidence as he unleashed a gorgeous mermaid tune with perfect technique. He knew his song wasn’t as captivating as hers but it was at least as powerful, overtaking the Queen and forcing her to shrink back, loosening her grip on him.

He saw his moment and took it, seizing the head of the siren Queen and ripping off her crown. The centre jewel, the magic glass, tumbled out and Jongho caught it one handed before fleeing out the window and darting up, back to the surface.

He clutched the glass in one hand and used the other to swim for his life as sirens poured out of the city in droves to chase him down.

...

The crew had just been locked in when the siren song suddenly stopped, replaced by an equally beautiful but different melody.

“What’s that?” Wooyoung was scanning the ocean again, even though there was still nothing to see. San grew in excitement. “That’s Jongho’s voice! It’s Jongho!”

Right on time, Jongho surfaced, waving around what looked like a transparent jewel and screaming, “It’s time to cast off, now!”

With a speed Wooyoung had never seen from a human being, Jongho scaled the rope that was still attached to the bowsprit and sprinted to his room to grab his gun. The other officers followed suit, drawing and aiming their weapons at the bubbling sea.

“Yeosang, I know I just told you to restrain everyone,” Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed at the heads of sirens popping up near the ship. “But I need hands aloft to loose the mainsails.” Yeosang nodded and released the men, who had all come out of their trance and set to work.

Siren after siren was shot down from the starboard rail as the ATEEZ picked up speed. All had been blown off the sides of the ship except one, the pesky gatekeeper Jongho had first met.

She silently crept up behind him while he was focused on blasting the last of the sirens off the bowsprit, when Wooyoung spied her and put a bullet right through her head. Jongho turned, startled, feeling blood on his back and watched with satisfaction as the body of the siren tumbled back into the sea. He gave Wooyoung a thankful glance and returned to his duty.

Soon the ATEEZ had put plenty of distance between them and Sunken Island. “Do you think they’ll come after us in stronger numbers?” Yeosang’s watchful eye was poised on the receding horizon.

Everyone looked to Jongho who shook his head and followed Yeosang’s gaze. “I hope not. They don’t know who we are, so at any rate there’s no way to find us.” 

It was quiet again for a moment, except the steaming of guns cooling off. “I’m worried they’ll come after the mermaids in the cove where I grew up,” Jongho admitted quietly as he handed the sparkling glass over to his captain. “I used them as a cover to get in.” Yunho patted his arm and thought of some way to change the subject.

“Mingi was scared,” He blurted. San joined in, “Oh Mingi was terrified!”

“Lies. I’ve never been scared once since I’ve been born,” Mingi pouted with his arms crossed. No one was buying it. The six of them laughed, Mingi eventually shaking his head and accepting it. Wooyoung smiled, finally relaxed for the first time in a long time.

“What’s our heading, Captain?”

...

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A/N: Everyone!! The end of volume one! Don’t worry, the story doesn’t end here, keep your eye out for Zero to One, the second instalment. Let me know what your reactions are and please please comment and especially reblog!! I want to know your favourite moments, chapters, characters and all that! Also did anyone catch the Mingi rap reference? hehe... That’s all for now, thank u!

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Urban Dictionary is a fun website where anyone can post definitions of commonly used slang words, abbreviations, or, sometimes, people’s names. There have been a ton of uploads defining certain K-Pop idols’ personalities and some of them are pretty hilarious and accurate! ATEEZ may still be a pretty young group, but there are several definitions for the members on the website. Check out some of them below, and see how accurate you think they are. 1. Hongjoong    He truly is the king of duality:  “The leader and lead rapper of the group ATEEZ. He is one of the softest humans on the planet, and his little giggle saves lives. He is always smiling and just wants everyone to be a happy human. When he’s on stage though, he becomes the devil himself and the duality is insane. Offstage, he is the ultimate uwu king and loves his other members and fans so much, it’s so cute oml what the fluff, I’m crying just writing this. Just love Kim Hongjoong, he deserves it.” — yeet108   2. Seonghwa    Short but accurate:  “a beautiful man who can bias [wreck] you [anyday]. prettiest smile. he has the cutest laugh.” — atinymars    Don’t let his sharp looks fool you:  “A sweet, caring person who is the oldest member of Ateez. His vocals are heavenly but his looks can be deadly. He resembles Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon, and is such a mother figure.” — otakuwarrior 3. Yunho    This is relatable:  “the cutest man alive. all of atinys dreams are to hold his hand. we also want to touch his hair. light by ateez is a superior song because i always hear yunho’s voice and i feel like crying bcs its angelic thanks. treasure is a bop.” — mingisbutt    His height really is no joke:  “A freakin giant who everyone is afraid of but is actually kind and caring. When you’re down he’ll cheer you up with some Harry Potter spells and make fun of himself to see you smile.” — Choisan99 4. Yeosang    He may seem sweet, but he’s savage:  “birthmark near his left eye. he’s a sweet angel that’s quite and shy. but don’t mess with him, or he’ll expose you (ask his members lol) he’s very nice and innocent but at the same time savage. his voice is calming and beautiful. He’s best friends with wooyoung~ 333.” — igotayeosang    His most important traits?  “Yeosang is a vocalist in the Korean boy band ATEEZ who loves chicken and loves atiny.” — Sanssidehoe 5. San    Everyone loves him for good reason:  “An amazing member of an extremely talented group called ATEEZ. His eyes crinkle up and his dimples show whenever he smiles. He also has beautiful freckles scattered on one side of his neck and also has the prettiest moles on his face, especially the one by his eye. He’s so bright and he lights up your world. Even if he isn’t your bias, he still has your heart. He is the most adorable and kindhearted person, especially when he is talking to ATINY. He is also sometimes called Santan because when he performs on stage, he will literally wreck you with his facial expressions and dancing skill by Korea Stars TV

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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆/𝑂 𝐼𝑠 𝐴𝑛 𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑝𝑦 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐴 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝐺𝑎𝑛𝑔

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: Certain violent and sexual scenes are contained in here. Read at your own discretion.

❀𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰❀

You started at the very bottom, dedicated to fulfilling your mission. You made sure to do everything your superiors told you to do, passed every test and threat they threw at you, all while keeping it a secret that you were trying to go up in ranks to get close to the man himself, Kim Hongjoong, so you could find out what he was planning.

Hongjoong ended up getting good reports about you and his curiosity was peaked. He made sure to keep a close eye on you. He saw something very special in you, something in your skills that he could use to his advantage. He made you his personal assistant, you became the second most powerful person in his organization, and soon enough, you became the number 1 person in his heart.

He fell in love with you, and though you originally didn't plan for it, you took advantage of the situation. You were surprised yourself by what a wonderful lover Hongjoong was, nothing like what your boss told you about him. You found yourself getting more and more attached to Hongjoong, even if deep down you felt guilty that you were lying to him and that you felt conflicted about completing your mission.

"Baby. I need you to prepare. We're going on a mission." Hongjoong told you one day.

"Who's the target?" You asked him.

Hongjoong smirked before tossing a folder to you. You picked it up and opened it, shock going through your body when you saw your gang's logo on the paper.

"Hongjoong I...I." You struggled to find your words.

"What is it love? You don't think it's a good idea? I thought you'd be ecstatic to know we'd be wiping them down...."

He got up and walked over to you, gently caressing your cheek.

"Of course.....it must be hard when they want you to do the same to us."

Your heart stopped and you looked at him with fear in your face, but he kept his smile.

"What? You really didn't think I knew what your game was from the beginning? Oh honey, I knew. There was no way a rookie could be that good without a background. Not that I mind actually, your skills were really useful..."

He pressed a kiss to your lips before clutching your jaw tightly, his eyes burning right through you.

"Now you're going to help me take your gang down, whether you like it or not."

❀𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪❀

You were terrified when you first infiltrated Seonghwa's empire. He was the legendary mafia Prince, the city lived in terror and in fear from him and his organization. So when you were tasked with getting close to him, at least enough to assassinate him, you were scared. You knew it meant risking your own life, even if you were successful, there was still a chance you wouldn't make it out alive. But it was a risk you were willing to take. If it meant people wouldn't have to live under his reign, you'd happily sacrifice your life to make sure he was dead.

What you weren't prepared for though, was for you to actually fall for him. The more you spent time with him, the more you felt sympathy for him. He was extremely handsome too, and that didn't help at all. And eventually, he fell for you too. He loved you a lot and changed a lot for you. Before, he was strict with you, now he doted on you. He was smiling a lot more thanks to you, you made him feel like a happier person and he didn't feel like such a bad guy when he was by your side.

Now more than ever, you had almost every perfect opportunity to kill him, especially since you slept next to him every night, and more than once you watched him sleep, peaceful and unsuspecting, you could just plunge a dagger in his heart and be done with it. But you couldn't, you loved him too much.

Your boss was getting impatient though, so he decided to put an end to it. While you were out in a date with Seonghwa, you two were suddenly cornered by members of your gang. They surrounded you two, your boss right in front of you.

"Y/N, I really commend you for your service. Without you, we would have never had this opportunity." Venom was spread through all his words.

You looked over at Seonghwa, who just looked at you with hurt in his eyes, guilt was forming in your stomach.

"No-no Seonghwa, I swear, I'm not-"

"Save it Y/N. I knew from the beginning what your plan was....." He cut you off.

Tears formed in your eyes. But Seonghwa simply smiled sadly.

"I trusted that you had changed feelings and you had really meant when you said you loved me, cause I know I did." He confessed.

"But I did! I do love you!" You insisted.

"Really? Then why are they here? How did they know where to find us? This would have been the perfect opportunity for them to strike..."

He looked at all the people surrounding him before chuckling.

"Doesn't matter. I prepared as well."

At his words, all his men appeared from all corners, with guns in their hands, ready to open fire at the enemies. You stood in shock, knowing a war was about to break out.

"You decide which side you're on...." He said as he held out a gun to you, his own gun in his other hand.

"Let's end it right now..."

❀𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸❀

You were the new barista at the coffee shop he frequented. You were still new and didn't know he was very particular about his coffee. He got mad when it wasn't made the usual way he liked it, demanding to know who made it. Everyone stared in horror at you, who was shaking in fear. You apologized profusely, making yourself seem smaller than you already were, trying to look as pitiful as you could so he'd have mercy on you.

It definitely worked, you knew it would. You knew his weakness for innocent and pure people, so you played that to your advantage, trapping him so he'd be wrapped around your finger. And he was. He'd come in almost every day just to see you, and whenever your schedule was changed, he'd leave the shop all sad that he couldn't see you. Your other co-workers were all jealous of the attention you were getting, but you simply smirked behind their backs. If only they knew you weren't the innocent and sweet barista you were pretending to be.

You of course accepted all of Yunho's advances, it's what you were supposed to do. You became like his little doll, and he adored you. He had fallen seriously deep in your spell, not suspecting one thing about you. Especially now when he found out you were pregnant. He was ecstatic.

His friends however, were suspicious of you. And they were right to be suspicious of you because they found out everything about you. Arming themselves with evidence, they threw it in Yunho's face. He refused to believe it at first, until he saw pictures of you with your boss, who was also your fiance. He was crushed by your lies and deceit, he was broken at the thought that you played him like that. He was so emotional that he couldn't think straight and went to you to demand an explanation. You of course were shocked that he ended up finding out.

"Is the baby you're carrying even mine you dirty little whore?" He asked you.

You stiffened when he said that, but kept your composure.

"I think you already know the answer to that. Why would I want to have a child with you?"

Your words were piercing through Yunho's heart, making him go insane.

"I never loved you. I only love-"

You were cut off when Yunho gripped your neck tightly, choking you and making it impossible for you to breathe.

"Don't you dare to even say his name. I don't care what you say, this baby is mine. Got it? Just like you."

He released you and you fell to the floor, desperately gasping for air.

"You're mine, only mine and I won't let you go back to that pathetic piece of shit you call your fiance. Get used to the idea Y/N, we're going to be a family now.....

I mean, what were you expecting? It was game over when you accepted to get involved with me."

❀𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰❀

You could never fool him. Yeosang knew from the beginning that his enemies were planning to infiltrate into his gang. Question was who was it? It didn't take him long to figure out that it was you. You who tried to desperately to get close to him, you who never backed down from any mission he threw at you. He definitely admired your dedication for sure.

That's why he decided to play along to your scheme. He was a master of hiding his true intentions and he was very good at keeping a poker face. So you truly believed he fell for you, you really thought you made him fall into your trap. You were seriously wrong.

You never noticed how he planted a tracker in your phone, in your car and eventually, he found out where you kept all your secret files. He had his men snuck in your house while you two were out on a date. They gathered everything you had, took copies of everything and made it seem like they were never there.

Yeosang had all the information he wanted, now he just had to wait for the right moment. The moment when you'd go to your gang's main headquarters for a meeting and decide when you'd strike his gang, decide what card you'd play.

Well Yeosang was a better card player and before you knew it, shots were being fired, getting closer and closer until Yeosang himself stood in front of you and your other top colleagues.

Smirking, he looked over at you.

"Thank you so much darling. This would have never been possible without you."

Those were his last words before he aimed straight at your boss, putting a bullet in his head that killed him instantly. It was chaos and madness in that room, and by the end of it, bodies were laying around, the smell of blood heavy in the air.

You groaned as you clutched your side, a bullet had struck, not enough to be fatal, but it definitely rendered you weak. You turned upwards and saw Yeosang's deadly eyes staring you down, blood dripping down his face. He forcefully pulled you up and began carrying you out.

"If you thought it was over, you're wrong. This is only the beginning...."

❀𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷❀

San was more than impressed by your knowledge of martial arts and the way you knew how to handle weapons. He actually found it sort of arousing how someone who seemed so inexperienced was actually pretty deadly. He could definitely use you in his missions and that's exactly how he planned it.

He spent more time with you, personally training you so you could better your skills, become the assassin he wanted you to become. You excelled at all his challenges, even to the point of surprising yourself. He was very proud of you, his star pupil.

Needless to say, more than once those training sessions ended up with your two bodies entangled together, leaving you breathless, sweating and panting by the end of it. And definitely making you come back for more. San was just so addictive. You had heard the rumors of how girls fell for him after one night and you scoffed, believing you'd never be a victim. But just like all the others, you weren't immune.

That's how you ended up bent over his desk, in the darkness of his private office, his hips rolling against yours as his cock rammed inside you with no mercy. Your hands grasped the ends of the desk, your moans filling the room.

San grabbed your hair and pulled it so you were facing forward.

"That's right baby, say my name. Show this worthless bastard who you really belong to."

You were confused by what he meant, until he pressed a button that lit up the room. Right there in front of you, all tied up in a chair, bruises and cuts all over his face, was none other than your gang boss....who also happened to be your boyfriend. His eyes widened when he saw you getting fucked by none other than the man you promised to take down.

San only chuckled evilly.

"See? I told you she doesn't want you anymore. Why would she? When she has me?"

You tried to say something, but a certain roll of San's hips had you crying out his name. San let out a satisfied groan of accomplishment. You were his and he made sure to make that very clear, even if it was a rather sadistic and messed up way.

But it's Choi San, he's the devil himself. What else were you expecting?

❀𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲❀

How you were able to climb up the ranks in very little time was beyond Mingi. He admits, you had talent and potential, but still he was not about to trust you just like that. He wanted you to prove yourself to him, prove to him that he could trust you and that you were more than willing to serve him and only him.

Now more than ever you were determined to get him to trust you, even if it meant getting your hands soaked in blood, even if it meant having to stain your conscious....even if it meant getting down on your knees and pleasuring the fearsome leader. You weren't necessarily complaining about that last part and neither was he, and he always returned the favor. It was definitely a nice way to escape from the pressure of doing what your gang wanted you to do, a break from all the incessant challenges Mingi made you do.

One day, you went all out and you just let him ruin you completely, you wanted to forget for just one moment that this was all a job, that it was all an act. For just one night, you wanted to feel loved and you wanted to love him. You wanted him to fully trust you and realize you were willing to submit to him completely.

And yet that still wasn't enough for him. You felt hurt when you found out he still didn't trust you. What more could he possibly want? Your question was answered when he lead you to an abandoned warehouse. Turning to face you, he spoke up:

"Here's your final mission Y/N. This is the test that will really make me believe that you're willing to serve me."

He motioned to a few guards hiding in the corner, who proceeded to drag out someone who had their hands tied behind their back. They placed the individual in front of you, on their knees before removing the mask that covered their face. Your heart dropped when you were met with none other than the face of your lifelong partner in your gang, your accomplice and best friend, the one who always went on missions with you.

Mingi held out a gun to you. "You know what to do."

You realized now he knew, Mingi knew all along, that's why this was your test. You hesitantly took the gun, your hands trembling as you pointed it to your friend, who was now looking at you in disbelief.

"Y/N? No..." They pleaded with you.

"I'm sorry. "

That was all you said before you pulled the trigger. Your friend's lifeless body layed in front of you, forever living in your mind and becoming the cross you'd have to carry all your life. But you didn't care anymore. You made your choice....

And there was no turning back now.....

❀𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰❀

Wooyoung paced around the room, unsure of what to do. He had just found out who was the one transferring information from his database to an unknown computer. The culprit had gone through very great lengths to hide their tracks, but Yeosang was the best hacker and tech boy and was quick to figure out who was the spy. Wooyoung was determined to make the spy pay, he wanted to personally take care of them himself.

That resolution faltered when he found out that it was none other than you, the person he loved the most in the whole world.

"No....it can't be." Wooyoung whispered.

"But it can be and it is Woo. Y/N was a spy this whole time." Yeosang told him.

Wooyoung looked away from all the evidence. He banged his fist on the wall, cursing himself for not being able to see past your little façade, for being so stupid to fall into your trap, for falling for you when in reality he meant nothing to you all this time. Yeosang comforted him briefly before reminding him about how they take care of spies.

That night when he came home, he didn't greet you with a hug or kiss like he usually did. He simply stood in front of you in the living room.

"Is it true you're the one who's been giving out information about us?"

Your face gave you away immediately. You looked down at your hands in guilt.

"Why Y/N?" His voice was cracking at this point.

"You wouldn't understand...." Your voice was barely audible.

Wooyoung scoffed. "Wouldn't understand? Damn right I don't! I get you being a spy but why go the extra mile to get me to love you?! Why did you have to play with my feelings?! Making me believe you actually cared about me!?"

You couldn't stop the tears at this point.

"You're not the only one here who's hurting Wooyoung! Yes! I did start this because it was my job, and yes, I was playing with you..... at first."

Wooyoung stared at you when you said those last words.

"But I really did fell in love with you, I seriously did. And it was that particular point that my gang used to threaten me. I didn't care about their threats to end me if I refused to complete my mission, but when they brought you into the equation, I couldn't refuse. You would have never believed me if you had found out......you probably don't believe me now and I don't blame you..."

You weren't lying at all, Wooyoung knew that. It was very clear to him. He slowly walked over to you, who was shaking in fear and crying your eyes out. He reached out for you and held you tightly, trying to calm you down.

"Love, don't you trust me enough to believe I'd always protect you and won't let anyone come near you?"

❀𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸❀

You watched in horror as each and everyone of your gang members was slaughtered right in front of you. The ropes around you rendering you useless. You couldn't help them. You felt Jongho walk up behind you and place a hand on your shoulder, you knew he was smiling that cocky smile he always had when he got what he wanted.

"You know I guess I really should thank you. If you didn't go to all lengths you went to try and take me down, I would have never found out your guy's location."

You wished he would just stop taunting you and end you as well. You wouldn't put it past him, after all, he is the notorious Choi Jongho. If anyone tries to mess with him or worse, hurts his pride, they're as good as dead. And you seriously wounded his pride when he found out he fell for you in vain, that it was all an act to get close to him and kill him off.

The tears stopped dripping down your face at this point. You were too numb now, finally broken. You were like all the dead bodies surrounding you, soulless, lifeless. You watched Jongho walk in front of you. He stared at you with hurt in his eyes as he lifted up his gun and pointed it at you. For the first time, you saw his hand tremble as he took aim.

"Just do it. Kill me. I know you want to." You told him, all emotion void in your sentence.

"Oh trust me, I really do....but I can't."

He surprised you when he put his gun away.

"You hurt me really bad Y/N. I gave you my heart unconditionally and you tore it to shreds.... you destroyed everything I cared about...now I'm simply returning the favor."

He stepped up to you and cut off the ropes that had you tied up, but you made no move to escape.

"Now you'll have to live with the guilt of knowing your entire gang, and their families-"

You widened your eyes at that part. He couldn't be serious, could he?

"Are all dead because of you. All because you chose to cross me. And I'll make sure you never forget it. Because I'm taking you back to my home, you'll have to see my face everyday for the rest of your life..... so you'll always remember."

He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder while smirking.

"You really should have killed me when you had the chance. "

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