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bahngnxxx · 3 months ago

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--YOUR MINE.

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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------✦ PAIRING. Changbin x !F! reader

✦ GENRE. Fluff, smut, romance.

✦ WORD COUNT. 5.3k

✦ WARNINGS. (NOT PROOF-RED) 18+ mdni — explicit content, extreme fluff and fuzziness, beware, you might die of being single LOLOLOL sorry (totally not me), the usual, slight choking, muscle kink, gentle yet rough sex?? P in v (unprotected. Wrap it before you tap it boys.), lots of sloppy kissing, drool, female overstimulation, cunnulingus, nipple play, breeding kink, hair pulling.

With a groan, you whip the car door open and catch it before it could snap off from your force, and enter the car. You set the side mirrors, rearview and all before speeding home to your beautiful fiancé.

Once you made your way back, you inspect the windows of the large house and don’t catch glimpse of the lights open. Great, he must be asleep, he’s probably tired of waiting for your ass, it’s 8pm anyways, that's late for a routinely guy like binnie. Changbin is the type of guy to sheepishly fall asleep while waiting for someone, he doesn’t mean to but he gets lost along the way. He tries his best!

You grab ahold of the knob and slowly turn it, entering the house only to almost trip over an array of white tulips and dark red roses on the floor. You are quick to stabilize yourself among the narrow beige walls of the house, averting your gaze upwards to the dimly lit house. Your breath catches in your throat. The area before you is bathed in soft, flickering, lavender and vanilla scented candles, the golden flames dancing across the walls, casting gentle shadows that make the entire space feel like something out of a dream. A slow gasp escapes your lips as your eyes adjust to the scene before you.

The scent of roses—deep, velvety, intoxicating—fills the air, mingling with the subtle, warm fragrance of vanilla from the candles placed meticulously around the room. A path of crimson petals stretches before you, leading your gaze across the dark hardwood floors. The petals are arranged in a winding, delicate trail, guiding you toward something… and you fall for it like a kid falls for candy laid in a pattern on the floor.

The entire house is dimly lit, the usual brightness replaced with a sultry, intimate ambiance. Sheer drapes, left slightly open, allow the dark, blue moonlight to seep in, blending with the soft flicker of candlelight. Shadows move like whispers along the walls, and the warmth of the room wraps around you like an embrace.

You take a tentative step forward, your heartbeat slow and deep, anticipation pooling in your chest. Along the path, small lanterns glow like tiny stars, illuminating the way. The music is subtle—low, romantic, something deep and soulful playing just under the sound of your own breath.

The petals lead you to the staircase, where more candles flicker on each step, casting an ethereal glow upward. It’s hypnotizing, pulling you forward. The railing is wrapped in strands of fairy lights, soft and golden, adding to the magic of the moment. At the top of the stairs, the petals continue, guiding you down the hallway toward a room where the door is slightly ajar.

Your fingers graze the handle, pushing it open gently, and the sight before you steals whatever breath you had left.

The bedroom is a masterpiece of desire and devotion. A canopy of soft, sheer fabric drapes over the bed, fluttering slightly with the movement of the air. The bed itself is dressed in deep red satin sheets, the kind that beg to be touched, smooth beneath your fingertips. More roses—bundled in lavish arrangements—sit in crystal vases on the nightstands, their deep crimson petals vibrant against the candlelight.

And in the midst of it all, lighting one last candle before setting it onto the small side table is your to-be husband, Seo Changbin.

His light purple faded curled locks blending in beautifully with the orange, glowing hue of the fire, thick black glasses hanging low on his arched nose, lips in a slit, focused on the task at hand. He’s dressed in an incredibly sexy fit, although it really isn’t much--it is a big deal to you, black tight turtleneck that hugs his body perfectly, tucked into smooth grey-black slacks, topped off with a thin black belt, just begging to be taken off. Or maybe that's just in your head.

He gently sways around to meet your eyes, but your quickly met with a gasp followed by a loud, obnoxious yelp, feet lifting off the ground, his small yet thick veiny hands meeting his chest in a bunch. He lets out a sigh of relief, small doll-like lips forming into a sheepish smile.

“Yah, yeobo, you scared me. Welcome home baby, how was work?”

He’s quick to waddle up to you and pull you into a tight embrace, absorbed by the warmth and.. Largeness of his tits, gently cradling you from side to side, feet to feet, hands running through your pin straight silky dark brown locks, down to the small of your back, peppering kisses onto your forehead. He’s not the tallest man in the world, but that's only because God knew he would be unstoppable if he had that much height, so bin was generous enough to pass it around.

He takes a deep inhale of your head as you smile and nuzzle into his chest, your speech muffled from the thick fabric of his sweater.

“Mnhh, tiring. ‘m so sorry I came home so late handsome, my boss has something against me.”

He let out a soft affectionate hum at your words, lifting your chin up with the edge of his two fingers, gazing down at you with affection in his wide eyes.

“Ah, aniyo, don’t be sorry. It’s okay, you came home just in time. My poor jagi must be tired, hm? Let’s rest together, yeah? Ooh ooh, yeobo, do you like the setup I did? Is it cute?”

He went from gently cooeing at you and calming swaying you, to his eyes beaming with excitement and guiding your gaze throughout the room, a wide grin on his face as he shared his efforts with you. You let out a soft chuckle, kissing both of his cheeks bunched up from the smile, your slender hands resting upon his broad shoulders.

“I love it, but I love you more. You did such a good job, you don’t know how surprised i was when I came in. I might just cry, thank you head my love.”

He let out a flustered, sheepish chuckle, bashfully rubbing the back of his, cheeks flushing to a light pink hue. “A-ah you're flustering me. Come on, though. I have a nice spa day- well.. Night. Spa night set up for you.”

With his words, he takes up your hands and wraps them further between his shoulders before moving his hands from the small of your back to your hips, and with a huff, picking you up in his arms, bridal style, feet dangling in the air as he carries you to the bathroom, immediately entranced by the beautiful, sweet date and cacao aroma in the air. You giggle as he places you down on the edge of the tub. It’s so nicely prepared, little Sakura flowers dancing atop the warm, delicious scented water. There were sets of little snacks, soaps, bath salts and bombs stacked up against the tub’s shelves, all to which were your favorite scents, floral and vanilla-ey. It’s what you smelt like most of the time, but he also knew you liked his scent a lot, adding in a few droplets of his perfume, Gucci's guilty pour femme into the steaming tub. The water was tainted a nice crystal blue, like in the sea, and small foamy bubbles arose to the top as he switched the creaky knob of the tub shut.

He isn’t the type to rush things, and neither is he a lustful and thirsted man. He’s more on the modest side, or maybe he’s just a little shy—but the two don’t differ much. You’ve rarely seen him shirtless as such, and he denies to see you when you try to reveal yourself a bit. He instead covers his eyes with the palms of his hands, mumbling flustered words, tips of his ears red, running a path all the way down his neck, and even a little to the tips of his hands and nose. It was a sight to see, all the more adding to his sexiness, even though some may consider it cute.

But today was different for him. He was taking a bold step further as he knelt down on his knees before you and gently slipped the warm socks off your feet, gently setting them aside before getting up into a crouch, gently undoing the buttons of your work uniformed jeans. Your none-the less shocked, but even more silenced by his actions, and he looks content about it too. Almost.. Eager, which you wouldn’t use to describe him in these subjects. Your breath hitches and your lip’s part.

“B-binnie what are you- huh?”

“Will you get into the bath with your clothes on, jagi? Is that what you usually do?” He smirks up at you with a chuckle, eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, his touch light as a feather as his hands trickle their way to your zipper, very softly uncurling the fabric of the tight material off your soft thighs, down to your ankles, and sliding them off in the floor, quickly folding them up into a neat pile on the ground. Your face feels hot, your body feels sweaty, and most of all you feel blood rushing to all the wrong places, to your face but not to your arms or anywhere their supposed to, but a pulse is clear down in your panties.

He stands back up and gently lifts you up so you're standing afront him, gazing down at you with gentle eyes, clear with intention.

“Raise your arms for me, love.” He whispers out, to which you oblige to. Now you're the shy one, eyes staring wide and face gaping at him in pure awe, surprise and.. Prominent lust. His face is eerily close to yours, breathe hot on your face, gently brushing strokes against your nose with every breathe he takes. He runs his hands up your side, to the underside of your armpits, and up to hook under your shirt. Goosebumps spread across you, and chills that make your back arch up to him ever so slightly, eyes wide. He lets out a soft chuckle under his breathe, that small subtle, gentle smile plastered on his face, maintaining eye contact with you as he pulls the shirt off your body, leaving you in just your garments. He’s not shamelessly staring per say, but he is LOOKING, for sure, eyes shyly glancing down at your body, but then back up at your face like he regrets what he’s doing.

“Could I.. help you remove the rest? I won’t try anything sneaky.”

Of course, the reassurance, he wants to make you feel safe, not that it’s a bad thing. You fucking love it, letting out a soft hum and a nod at his words. He takes his cue, hands gently drifting to your upper back, taking the lacey material in his hands and slowly unclasping it. Sure, he’s seen you naked.. But not SEEN, seen, he’s glanced, but he doesn’t have quite an idea of what it looks like in general. He hasn’t GRASPED the concept of.. Breasts and all that. Yours in particular, so when the material slides off your body and to the floor, his breathe doesn’t just hitch, he lets out an abnormally large gasp as if he’s heard horrible news, and you can see the gears twisting in his mind, veins tightening in self-control, audibly trying not to get a boner from the sight. He bites on his lower lip, hands tremoring as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, your surprised he doesn’t have a bulge yet, or so you thought. With shaky wrists, he moves down to your panties, sitting you back down before he took any further action.

“Lift your hips for me, pretty girl.” he spoke in a hushed, yet trembling voice, and you quickly raised your legs up in the air as he wiggled your panties down your legs, and there's no denying the string of slick that connected to your seeping pussy down to your inner thighs. He lets out a strained groan this time, his cock throbbing and straining against the slacks, almost painfully because their locked in place so tight.

“I-I'm sorry jagi I just- I tried to control myself. I promise I don’t have any sort of inten-”

“Binnie. It’s okay, you need to stop overthinking things. It’s okay, okay?”

“..o-okay.” he mumbles back, face flushed with embarrassment as you chuckle and gently ruffle up his hair in an affectionate manner. He stands back up with wobbly knees and helps you into the tub, and immediately the water caves in around you, before waving back out in gentle rays. The water felt incredible, so soft and smooth, not to mention the scent of it, so incredibly relaxing. You stare back at him with wide, loving eyes and smile.

“Thank you so much for this, binnie. For everything. You’re the best, I love you so much.”

He lets out a shy chuckle at that, cheeks only further reddening to prove your point. He really is the best, and the sweetest. He gazes back down at you and leans downwards to press a soft kiss to your scalp, gently patting his hands down your scalp. “I love you too, yeobo. Nothing would ever change that. Ever.” He coos as he takes a little heart shaped chocolate between his fingers and props it up to your mouth, opening his mouth in a playful gesture as it makes its way into your own. You chuckle, lips rounding against the chocolate as he mimics your movements like a child, making “mmm” noises as you ate it. You had to fight yourself to try to not spit it out with the silly noises he was making.

The water trickled down your hair as he poured the last mug of water atop of you, streaming down your face to your shoulders, the bubbles that you were once lathered in, now making a thin layer up against the water. He pats his hands dry onto his pants before getting up and grabbing a nice towel for you, helping you rise out from the water and God he can’t keep his eyes off you, not anymore, scanning down your shining wet shoulders, down to the droplets coating your perky boobs, to the chub of your stomach, the curve of your waist and mostly to the lips of your puckered up pussy. He bites down on his lower lip again to prevent any sounds coming out. You can’t imagine the pain he must be in, even the sight is painful to see, the bulge is wayy too tight on his pants and your surprised on how much self-control he has. Or anxiety, one of the two.

He quickly drapes the towel over your head, a cold gush of wind following, coating you in goosebumps until your lathered by the familiar warmth of it. He then helps you out of the tub, careful so you don’t fall out, but then your propped up against him, thighs pressed up against the tiles of the edge of the tub, staring up at him with the eyes that really get him wild. You straighten your back slightly before you lean in to gently kiss him, and he returns it with the same gentleness as you, always following your lead... and that frustrates you a bit. He’s always looking out for you, what you want, his only priorities are you over himself, when really, he should focus on what he wants too. You detach your lips in haste and his face is left in a pucker, eyes widened a bit.

“Baby, what's wrong?” He questions, lips now retracted to a thin, worried line.

“Bin, could you just.. Stop? Stop holding back? Kiss me like you mean it, kiss me how you want. I need you to stop worrying about me, and what I want. Trust me when I say I'm okay with anything, and if I don’t like it I'll tell you. Mark my words, okay?”

His eyes are gleaming with something different this time, and now you know you’ve said the right things. Instead of nodding or responding, he takes up your lips in a much deeper and harsher kiss, lips colliding and squished up against your own, tongue forcing access into your own as he tastes you, keeping the towel wrapped around your body as he takes ahold of you up in his arms, both thighs straddling him, body tucked into a bunch in the towel as he carries you to the bed.

He drops you back down on the soft bed and you recoil a bit. He doesn’t bother to pat you dry, your legs spread, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress, his body in between as he messily kisses you, licking stripes up your lips to your chin. He’s gone rouge and you are so fucking into it, strong arms holding you pinned against the bed, aching cock stuttering up and humping against your bare heat, the fabric of his pants making you squirm beneath him. The kisses are lewd and sloppy, sucking and slurping at your lips, biting down on your tongue, teeth clashing together, tongue running patterns against your lips as he detaches with a pant, and with multiple strings of saliva connected to his mouth and yours. He kisses harshly down your jawline to your nape, finding the sensitive spot low below your ear and biting at you. You let out a whimper, your arms finding its way to his broad shoulders, gently gripping at them as he marks the way from your neck all the way down to the cleavage of your chest, licking another path to the perk of your breasts, his tongue running laps around your hard nipple, before his lips clamp down on them, sucking at it. You let out a squeal, back arching up to meet his mouth as the other hand makes way to grope and knead your other breast in his hands. He lets out a low groan onto your skin.

“S-shit you taste good. So good. I love you so much, God, I love you. Wanna make you mine, make you mine forever...”

He chants those words like an omen, like a desperate prayer as his lips find their way down your stomach, then to the fat of your mons pubis, biting at the crease separating thighs before he’s gripping at your lush thighs and throwing them over his shoulders, feet resting on his shoulder blades and his face is buried in your pussy. You’d never seen him in this position before, especially before you, and that draws another desperate mewl out of you, hips rolling against nothing, desperately seeking his mouth to which he responds to, hands holding tight onto your ass as he inhales your scent, nose tickling the tip of your clit. His soft warm tongue finds way to the hood of your clit, licking all the way down to the slit of your vagina, tongue delving into you as he fucked you with it. You buck your hips against him, the heels of your feet finding their way to press him deeper into you, toes curling as he pulls you even further towards him until the only thing you can see is his locks and brows, face completely indulged in your heat. He continues to thrust his tongue in and out of the hollow of your seeping pussy, collecting all of the juices that leaked out of you, making sure not one drop was wasted before licking his way back up to your clit, flicking his tongue against you and closing his mouth in on it, the heat and flow of him driving you insane. At this rate you’re, getting close as his tongue works to flick faster against your clit, but just when you thought things couldn’t get better, he quickly detaches his mouth from you and takes two fingers into his mouth, sucking and coating them before taking them out with a pop, spitting on them for good measure before he’s back at your clit, flicking and sucking at it with all he has while his fingers work deep inside of you, curling up at your g-spot. Just to test the waters, he moans into your clit and the vibration thrums through you, and you cry, to which he hums again but louder. Your toes curl up against him and your hips buck up towards him, moaning loudly and yelping his name like a prayer, your hands gripping the bedsheets hard until your knuckles fade into a pale color, and with one last strong suckle of his mouth and thrust of his fingers your coming undone. “F-fuck I'm cumming! Y-yeobo I'm- cumming I- ch-changbin--!!”

You moan out as cum drools down your pussy, and his mouth meets your opening once again, making sure to fuck you out of your orgasm and suck any juices left so your milked dry. He finally raises back up from you with a slanted mischievous smile.

“God, you taste so good. You’re doing so good for me yeobo. Ah, I almost forgot, this is unfair. I’m still clothed and you’re not, huh? I’ll get to work then~”

Your eyes gleam even through your dizzy haze, eagerly staring up at him, still out of breath as he works his way out of the turtleneck, throwing it off to the side and holy shit, it’s more then you could have ever imagined. Light abs printed on his body, large pecs and the broadest shoulders you’ve ever seen, not to mention the thick muscle of his arms, which you shamelessly adore. He smirks and flexes the muscles, veins popping out as he does so.

“Like what you see?”

“I fucking love it. Please bin, I need you.”

He responds with a low groan, his hands making its way to his tight pants, quickly undoing them and rolling them off his body, boxers stained with a massive amount of precum, but before you can even tell apart the color of his boxers their already ripped of his body, his thick cock standing up straight, leaking and pulsating. It's the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and you swear you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing despite JUST coming.

He quickly but gently lifts you up from the bed and placed you down so that you're on all fours, bent over for him, on your knees, stomach facing the bed as he gets up behind you, chills spread across your spine. His muscular forearms tease their way up your stomach, to your breasts, (groping them in the process) and to the ball in your throat, VERY gently pressing his thumb against it before his entire fist is locked up against your throat, not enough to steal your breath but enough to strain it, just a bit, and he’s aware of the impact. Hell, he can see your pussy begging and screaming for him to take you up. He uses his other hand to stroke his cock, and you let out a shuddered moan, the sound of his slick precum lathered against his dick so arousing to you, and you swear you could hear him moan back in response. He takes one of your ass cheeks and spreads it, the same hand he used to stroke himself making its way to the small of your back, thumb gently pressed down against your back dimples.

“Arch down for me a bit more.”

And so, you do, your face buried in the pillows and your hips sticking straight up, wiggling in anticipation. “Are you ready for me? Could I go in?”

“No need to ask.” You whisper, and he takes that as a cue to go ahead, which it infact is—but anyways your met with the warm sensation of a thick girth pressed against your heat, gently gliding up to your sensitive clit, back down to your wetness, collecting it onto his own heat. The lewd sound of his cock gently slapping against your pussy fills the room, mixed with the sinful sounds of both of your anticipatory hums and moans. With one final breathe of his, you can feel his cock easing its way through your tight pussy, and you let out a tremored whine, before his cock is finally in all the way, balls deep. He gives you some time to adjust to his size before he’s pulling out again, then thrusting back inside of you, balls clapping up against your clit. You let out a loud moan, and he lets out a shudder of pleasure. “M-mnh god--” He moans out, sliding his way out before plunging back in, and deep. He takes his time despite the impatience the two of you hold, he wants to make sure that you're okay and adjusted well, and once he feels that your well enough, he picks up the pace, moaning with each thrust he gives, speaking in a strained voice. ‘F-fuck you're so tight. S-so fucking tight- fuck!" He gasps as he picks up the pace even further, fucking deep into you, thrusting with a might that’d drive you insane, your breasts hanging in the air and bouncing forward with each thrust, one of his hands gently caressing and keeping your ass cheek spread while the other runs a firm but gentle grip on your throat, making your moans sound even more strained and lewd-- pornographic and loud.

“S-Seo I- oh- fuck- fuck me faster! H-harder!” You cry out, and he obliges once again, the sound of his balls clapping against you getting further wet and lewd, fucking into you with a fervor unmatched and unfamiliar with his normal, household husband dynamic.

“Gon’ breed you.. Gonna fill this beautiful, pretty pussy with my cum.. Gonna fucking fill you with my babies. You wanna carry my babies, yeah? Yeah? Wanna let me mark you? Yeah? O-oh such a good girl, taking me so well, fuck.”

You let out a sinful moan as he speaks those words, furthermore adding to your arousal, but this time he spreads his legs, still on his knees but this time lowered slightly so now his stiff cock buckled into you at the perfect angle, your back arching so deep into the mattress you might just crack your spine. Desperate moans slipped out of his mouth more than yours, constantly repeating the words ‘breed’ to you like a broken record, but you were to lost in the feeling to even fully comprehend what he was chanting on about. You tried to speak, but he cut you off with a sharp thrust that made you cry out. His grip on your waist was bruising, holding you in place as he pounded into you mercilessly, every hump hitting deeper, harder, until you were a squirming mess beneath him, his hand around your throat stroking patterns until your vision went white. He arched down so that his heavy, muscular body was pressed up against your back, breathe hot against your skin. His teeth sank into your soft skin, leaving a ruthless mark on your shoulder. The pleasure of it overlapped the pain, his relentless drilling on your sloppy cunt that made you grip onto the headboards for dear life.

“FUCK! I can't—” Your cries echoed off the walls of your bedroom, loud and feral.

“You can’t? I know you can take it, baby.” Changbin snarled, his voice laced with lust as he dragged his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting that spot, the one that made you squirm. His teeth grazed your earlobe as his hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place. “Can’t take me? Too much for this tight little cunt?”

“Y-yes—no—I don’t know!” you whined, your fingers clawing at the headboard as your body quivered beneath him. His hand slid up on your throat, pulling you upright so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle made you scream, his cock hitting even deeper, harder, the relentless pace leaving you on the verge of tears, but in the best way possible. You were on your knees, weak against him, his own knees buckling, your thighs shut tight, milking his cock dry as he humped upwards into you, deep and demanding. Both his hands slid to meet your breasts, quickly and unevenly drawing lines on your erect nipples, groping onto your boobs for support.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. “Let it out, baby. Feel yourself, let go for me.”

The way his cock kept hitting the right spots made you climb higher and higher, the knot tightening, only seconds away from snapping, your whimpers and moans poured out endlessly.

“I'm gonna come— I'm—”

You couldn't even finish your sentence as the second orgasm left you shaking, trembling and reeling beneath him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, pulling him deeper until he was met with own orgasm, his seed spewing into you like ropes.

“Fuck!” Changbin moaned, his grip on your boobs loosening as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips, cock twitching as he pumped you full. Breaths ragged and heavy, Changbin collapsed forward, but braced himself to avoid crushing you beneath his muscular weight.

“You did so good, baby,” He murmured, his voice low and thick, trying to catch his breath while he nipped your sensitive skin. Both of you were drenched in sweat, the mingling of your bodies making the heat in the room unbearable, yet neither of you moved.

His cock softened inside you, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he just leaned forward kissing the nape of your neck and shifted slightly, you winced at the feeling of him still inside you, oversensitivity making your nerves spark.

Like he was under a curse and was just released, he immedeatly plunged upwards, surpsing your tired, limp body, making you flinch ever so slightly as his gaze drifted towards your littered body with a pout, quickly leaning back down to lather you in affection and kisses.

“Y-yeobo oh I'm so sorry. You were incredible, too good- I just got carried-”

“Changbin!” you sighed tiredly, with an undertone of humor in your spent voice as you flipped around to meet him, greedily pulling him down so that he was laying beside you, nuzzling beside him.

“Let’s just stay like this.. For a while. So the babies inside me will start to develope.

Now it was his turn to yell your name.

“Y-Y/N!”

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bahngnxxx · 3 months ago

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FORGOTTEN DYSTOPIA

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CHAPTER 1

PAIRING. Bangchan x !F! reader

GENRE. Thriller, action, horror(?), eventual smut, angst(?)

WORD COUNT. 4.2k

WARNINGS. 18+ mdni — explicit content, gore, knives, use of weapons, smut (in later chapters MUAHAHAH 👅👅), violence obv, fighting, all the action movie jazz.

NOTES. Oh my god. Tuck yourself in rn, this is gonna be one of my first ever actual plot lined stories, yall will love it i swear. And thank you SO much for the likes and views I got on my last post, i did not expect that much when i woke up, i really appreciate you guys. I've been having a really rough day so excuse any mistakes or drousy shit, police and stuff waaah. (im gwenchana gang 💔) i luv yewz. Enjoyzers !!

Waking up to the wrench of dust and grime was an everyday thing, it was like a daily smoke for free, not like the cannabis shops you used to drop by to daily, those are for the past. Thats what you would call a dystopia, a land not achievable, an alternate universe where we were once able to thrive the earth. Long gone to the crumbled houses around and mutant blobs that would thrive the creaky floors of the house.

one you, and eight men left in this barren town.

One might call it fate, but what use is there of such a hopeful word when hell is what we’re living in right now? It isn’t destiny, It’s a curse.

You stretch a long stretch, trying your best not to take too deep of an inhale or you’d go into a coughing fit, adjusting your eyes to the fogged-up haze around the shared bedroom.

There were 2 other men still asleep on the floor draped with jagged blankets, ones that were probably someone's childhood. Jeongin, second youngest but still your ‘hyung’ was wrapped up in a strawberry shortcake blanket, content as a ray of green sun streaked through the broken musted plastic blinds, particles of dust apparent in the rays. Opposite to him, with a leg over the younger man’s butt was Hyunjin, one remotely similar to a ferret, always sniffing and sleeping with his tongue bitten between his round teeth. He once had black hair that would tousle overtop of people, but now he remains bald, a kiwi. A new tease for his fuzzy hair.

You lean up against the creaky bed, being kind of spoilt because you were a female, one that came from afar and ended up here. Looking around the room, you find the usual set up, a sorry sight to behold. The previously brown painted wooden walls are now peeling off due to the moisture damage, curled like little shavings, the ceiling caved in, in some parts, leaving only streaks of sunlight to illuminate the room. The only few pieces of furniture in the room is an old worn bed that is pushed up against the wall which you rest in, and a table that is on a support beam with two legs, shoved to the side. The two males are curled up in different shapes on the floor, a split mattress underneath them, topped with thin blankets. The only disadvantage to you being up on a slightly more comforting bed is the loss of heat, but its alright, you already have enough to your advantage. The floors are littered with old bits of carpet and the window is slightly cracked up, allowing a cool, yet unbreathable breeze to seep in, slowly. The room overall was small and dingy, a faint unpleasent smell of something decayed lingered in the damp and stuffy air, but like how every house has their own scent, we are accustomed to it and breathe it like it is our own air.

A few moments of staring out at the grey-yellow sky outside thanks to the pollution, and you were up and adam, carefully gliding across the men so you wouldn’t step on them like the numerous times you had before. You still pout at the sight of stepping on the younger male, IN, poor thing looked like those toys back in the days where you would squish it and their eyes would pop out.

As you make your way out to the small grimy layout of the house and to the kitchen, your met with the deep voiced early riser, Felix, his eyes staring blankly at the tablet in front of him. Looking but not seeing. He rubs his eye and pops a pill into his mouth, catching sight of you and handing the bottle to you. “Here, breakfast. Eat up, we’re out of stock, ‘its hunting day.” he croaks in his deep morning voice, as Chan would say, a dragon man with an even dragon-ier voice. You glance up from his shoulder and to the countertops, narrowing your gaze to see the empty old water bottles laying in a pile on the floor. Great, your out, now you have to resort to dry swallowing. You squint your eyes and quickly take the pills up in your mouth, gathering up as much saliva as your weak body can before gulping them down.

Felix is always the mother hen – having the same routine every morning, Felix will check the pills to make sure he’s taken all of his then keep watch of the others to make sure they’ve downed their amount as well. It seems redundant, and a tad bit excessive, but he always insists. He then shuffles out to the kitchen window, gazing outside the fog and to the barren lands, watering the indoor plants. Even the few that your able to keep alive will die eventually—there's only so much you can do against a dying word like this.

“One for nutrients, one for vitamins,” Changbin hums from his spot at the table, tapping his hands on the wood. He’s already taken his dose for the morning, always the first one to snag all of the supply. You're assuming he’d finished all the water for some sort of punishment, as always. The male was previously a muscular one, one with a loud laugh that echoed across the hut, but nowadays he’d been a bit more silent, distant. All the men complain about feeling fuzzy due to the intake of the pills, even bangchan, despite him being one known to be strong and upholding.

Eventually, a slender man sneaked up from behind you, making the hairs on your back stand up, a familiar peach fuzz skimming your neck followed by that hum he’d always do once satisfied with his scaring. Dramatic ferret, hyunjin is up, finally, but not his newborn, not yet atleast. He tickled a trail down the crack of your back, blowing a cool breeze of breath to your ear, to which you whipped back and ruffled up his non-existent hair for. He let out a playful chuckle.

“Someone’s up early. Finally.” You scoffed out, eyeing him up and down, making sure you weren’t having hallucinations or anything. Speaking of hallucinations, the shorter boy jeongin peaked up from behind him and blew another breeze of air for revenge to him. This was a daily routine for you three, and since the younger one wasn’t into skin ship- this is the closest you could get to touch, letting out those ominous “hee hee hee’s” as he scurried away to munch down some nutrients with a grimace on his face. They tasted remotely similar to soap and vinegar with a hint of.. Old soggy sponge, but you’d bared up to custom to the taste, although you couldn’t hide the way your nose crinkled up when you swallowed them, and the taste would linger for a couple of hours after that until a new taste of grimey pills entered your throat, routinely.

Felix was busy eyeing out and noting down who’d taken what until a creak of the second bedroom from the ominous light revealed the curly haired alternative aussie, the one you favored the most—bangchan, or Chris is what you’d call him. It’s a name that much of the other men had sort of forgotten, but the name stuck to you. He didn’t exactly look like a bangchan anyways... Not anymore. He used to have kind sparkling eyes, always being thumbnails for performance videos but those were now long gone. They went from 8 teenagers with a dream, to 8 men with a crowd, and now 8 friends trying to survive with their wits burnt to a crisp. He’d given up on his passions and youth only to be succumbed to being stuck with them for eternity, not that he was complaining, he’d rather spent the rest of his days with his dearest boys then die alone in this hell.

You flashed him a smile and he bowed down slightly to give one back, running his pale, pink calloused hands through the kinky locks, examining the exchange between the two aussie brothers. He leaned down and flexed his arms in the wrong directions like a spider due to his.. Flexibility, discussing and mapping out things on the tablet for gathering, but as you eyed in the distance... Great. Just as you thought you had a day off, you were next on the list to seek out, and this time you were out at hick’s mall center. One of the most dangerous centrals around this time, filled with all sorts of things.. Just the thought sent shivers down your spine and a shudder to your throat. Luckily, your pair was Chan, the man you could always hide behind and sacrifice to the shadows just incase... but jokes aside you’d hoped it would be an easy trip, aside from the empty bottles on the floor nothing else seemed to be missing... But a holler followed your train of thought, those deep grumbled yells that came straight from the core, lee know.

You followed along the screams only for them to come to you, a soapy soaked male with a towel barely hanging off his body, bubbles covering half of his face, red eyes panicked and irratated with cleanser.

“What the fuck happened? Loose your rubber ducky?” you groan.

“I DROPPED THE TIN OF BATTERIES IN THE WATER BUCKET.” he cries.

“...” silence. What else did you have to say? You pushed the wet boy aside and stomped to see the tin filled with wash water now having floating components in them. Not only were the amazing stock of batteries changbin and hyunjin found previously drowned in it, but the extra emergency flashlights were too. It was an electronic soup you didn’t dare to touch, unless you had a death wish. Great.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?? WHY ARE THE ELECTRONICS IN THE BATHROOM??” you yelled.

“I-I’M SCARED OF THE DARK, OKAY?? I- I HAVE AN IRRATIONAL FEAR OF THEM RUNNING OUT A-AND I-”

BAM. A slam to the wall is enough to silence his blabbering as you stomp out of the room, everyone is unfocused on the ruckus but Chan glances back at you and cocks a brow. “What’s botherin’ you? ‘seem stressed.”

“leeknow dropped the batteries. In the water. All of them.” with a slow turn, everyone in the room is twisting their head almost animatedly, hyunjin is turning from his head in the cab nits, jeongin laying on the floor in a haze is now snapping his neck to you, Felix is.. Concerned and balling his fists, Chris is scoffing, barely containing a swear, and changbin is.. Zoned out. The first to speak up is the leader, walking past you wish a gush of wind, broad shoulders skimming past your unbrushed hair as he examines the doom soup, for sure the water is salvageable but the electronics? Not so much, no. Drying won’t do the trick, and he rubs his temples together in frustration.

“Yah, Minho I.. cant deal with you.” he mumbles as the red cheeked embarrassed boy stands shivering outside the bathroom. He’s frozen, hasn’t even washed off the soap and still has one eye squinted shut as the bubbles slowly make their way down his face to his shoulders. Chris walks out the room with a hand on his hips and lets out a light disappointed nod to confirm the news, but you two are the main ones who let out a groan. Now two things on the list, water, and batteries. What else could go so wrong? A squeal can be heard from the bedroom Chan emerged from, followed by the sudden thumping of a burritoed han, only then do you realize what he’s covered in. Gauze, a heck load of gauze, he's mummified and not to mention, dirtied with it too. The menace and maker of the crime scene walks out, only to realize his fun has resulted with the first aid kit being used up. This couldn’t get any worse, we’re running out of things quick and everyone is fucking everything up. You let out a deep, shakey huffed breathe, barely containing your anger as you speak in a slow voice.

“Kim seungmin. Now why would you do that.”

“a-ah well.. It was a joke..?” he speaks in an unsure, sing song voice, trying to lighten the number of daggers being stared into him but that clearly is ineffective, and the anger clarifies it as he guiltily like a sad puppy slips out of the room and swallows down his take of pills too. Hyunjin works on cutting apart the dirty gauze from han so the poor timid boy can go around his day, but that only adds to you and Chan's platter. All nessacities are now to a waste, and the main location being stacked of is a dangerous place, so your out for a ride for sure.

Looking around the room is almost nostalgic, really. It feels like a fever dream but it really has become an unfortunate reality. It all started with some sort of sick prank that aired on television, you’d came out fresh from a tiring day of university and to your shared dorm with your best friend, jung-hae, life was chill, honestly. You two were peas in a pod, you couldn’t loose her, you’d grown up with her, she was your life and only source of happiness keeping you alive, something you’d look forward to, someone that would put the spark in your eyes, light up your dark life. It all came to soon, came to an end too quick. You used to think the world would end with a bang, some dramatic explosion or a cataclysmic meteor. You never imagined it would start with a joke.

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It had been late that night when the broadcast aired. You and Jung-hae were curled up in your shared dorm, textbooks scattered across your desks, half-eaten snacks littering the floor. The television flickered with a news alert: some supposed "leak" from an experimental lab, acid seeping into the rivers, mutating the wildlife. At first, you both laughed. Some sick joke, a prank blown out of proportion. Until it wasn’t.

The reports kept coming. Footage of amphibians crawling onto land, their bodies grotesquely stretched and twisted, eyes bulging, teeth too sharp. Then the bugs—bloated mosquitoes the size of birds, cockroaches with exoskeletons so thick they crunched under bullets but kept moving. The infection spread to mammals next. Stray dogs foaming at the mouth, deer collapsing with necrotic flesh with a bright blood red seeping through the crevasse of their eyes, clotting and building up a bubbling liquid that spewed in toxic sprays, enough so to sting the skin, the air thick with the scent of rot and something worse: something alive.

Jung-hae had always been the rational one. "We need to leave," she’d said, her voice firm even as her hands trembled. The university was too close to the river. Too exposed. You packed what little you could, stuffing clothes and food into your bags, shoving notebooks into your arms like they could somehow save you. But the roads were already blocked, the highways choked with abandoned cars, people screaming in the distance.

The infection spread fast.

Barricading inside your dorm became the only option. Nights passed in a blur of dim candlelight, hushed whispers, rationed food. The campus grew quieter—no more frantic running, no more desperate cries. Just the sound of something moving outside, something clicking against the pavement, searching.

Then one day, Jung-hae was gone.

You woke up to silence. The spot beside you on the mattress was cold. Her bag was still there, her shoes by the door. But she wasn’t. Panic clawed at your chest as you searched the hallways, whispering her name, begging for this to be a mistake. But the door to the stairwell hung open, the lock broken, and outside—

Blood. Smears of it along the wall, a trail leading down to the courtyard where the grass had turned black, where the trees had wilted, where the bodies of students lay twisted in unnatural positions, mouths frozen in silent screams. And in the center of it all, Jung-hae’s bracelet. The one you had bought her on your first trip together. The one she never took off.

You dropped to your knees. You should’ve stopped her. You should’ve—

A noise behind you. A rasping breath, a gurgling sound like something drowning in its own throat. You turned, your heart hammering, your fingers curling around the knife Jung-hae had given you, the last gift she had ever pressed into your hands.

And there she stood.

Or what was left of her.

Her jade eyes, once bright, flickered between life and death, pupils dilated in an eerie, unnatural glow. Her body was a twisted mockery of itself, half-decayed yet still moving, her limbs stretched unnaturally as if her skin struggled to keep her bones in place. Flesh hung from her in torn, rotting sheets, her ribcage exposed through a gaping hole in her torso. And yet—her heart still beat, pulsing weakly in its cage of bone, a sickening rhythm that did not belong in something so destroyed.

Her mouth opened, lips cracked and bleeding, revealing teeth that were too sharp, too jagged. A strangled noise escaped her throat, something between a gasp and a growl, and her fingers twitched—longer now, nails blackened and claw-like. She took a step forward, her broken ankle bending at an impossible angle, but she didn’t fall. She wouldn’t fall. Not until the infection finished its work.

A sob tore from your chest. This wasn’t Jung-hae. Not anymore. And yet, some part of her still lingered, trapped in the decaying prison of her own body, suffering, breathing, existing when she shouldn’t be.

You raised the knife. Your hands shook. She made a sound—half a whisper, half a plea. You didn’t wait to hear more. You couldn’t. The blade sank into her chest. Right where her still-beating heart was.

Jung-hae shuddered. Her eyes, wide with something that could have been pain or relief, met yours one last time. Then, finally, they dulled. The glow faded. Her body slackened, no longer caught in that grotesque state between life and death. She collapsed at your feet, her blood pooling around your shoes, hot and thick—a sick mix of her own and some sort of black tar. You had killed her. Or maybe—just maybe—you had set her free.

The world around you blurred, but the horror remained. The bodies, the rot, the infection—it would continue. It would spread. And you would have to keep running. You had no choice now. You wiped your blade clean and turned away, leaving Jung-hae behind.

The apocalypse had already begun.

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You ran. Branches lashed against your face as you tore through the underbrush, lungs burning, legs trembling. The screams behind you were inhuman—guttural wails of creatures that had once been people, now twisted into something monstrous. The infection hadn’t stopped at the flesh. It had seeped into the air, the soil, the very bones of the world, turning everything into a nightmare.

Something skittered too close behind you. The sound of clicking jaws, the rustling of too many legs. You pushed yourself harder, your vision blurring, the weight of exhaustion pressing down like lead. The forest was endless, a maze of shadows and tangled roots. And then—

Your foot caught. Pain exploded through your knee as you crashed into the dirt. You scrambled to rise, but it was too late. A shadow loomed over you, a shape barely human, its fingers elongated into clawed horrors. Its mouth split open too wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth, a gurgling laugh spilling out—

Hands grabbed you. You screamed, struggling, but the grip was firm. Steady.

And warm. An unfamiliar feeling of which you haven’t felt in around... Two weeks? Three? You had lost count already, but you knew it had been a while since you’d have some sort of company. Your limbs were numbed out, you had lost all sense of touch and the ability to distinguish what's real or what's not, until now, and for certain this wasn't the cold grasp of a creature.

Your breath caught as you were yanked backward, strong arms wrapping around you, dragging you into the thickets. You fought, twisting, expecting death. Instead, darkness took you.

When you awoke, pain was the first thing you noticed. A dull, throbbing ache spreading through your body. Your fingers curled against rough fabric—a blanket. The scent of earth and metal lingered in the air. You blinked. Light flickered from a lantern, casting shadows against cracked walls. A shelter. A safehouse. Your body screamed in protest as you tried to move, and that’s when you saw them.

Two figures. Watching.

A man sat beside you, his gaze unreadable, his arms resting against his knees. His dark eyes flickered with something cautious, something measured. His cresented eyes ran up and down your figure, seemingly assessing your state—or maybe to tell apart a creature of human. He lets out a subtle nod, running pale and calloused hands through his ruffled hair. Not too ruffled, just right, atleast for you-- personally. Another man stood nearby, arms crossed, face tight with tension, but strong bulked up arms even tenser, hair messed in curls, thick glasses with no rim sitting at the edge of his nose, small doll-like lips perked up into sort of a pout. Neither spoke at first. The silence stretched, thick and uncertain. Then, finally, the one closest to you leaned forward, his voice low, steady.

"You shouldn’t be alive," he murmured. "But here you are." You swallowed; your throat raw. Questions burned on your tongue, but you couldn’t force them out. Not yet.

Outside, the night stretched on. And somewhere in the distance, the screams had not stopped.

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The scent of burning wood brought you back to the present. Ah, they had lit a fire in the broken pit for some sort of warmth despite the humidity in the area. There was enough smoke already, but this type of fire didn’t necessarily emit any harmful things. It was a new apocalyptic type of invention. You sat in the corner of the room, curled up on a tattered couch, watching the fire flicker in the makeshift fireplace. The old world was long gone, swallowed by its own mistakes, and yet the warmth of the fire, the low hum of voices, made it feel like something close to normalcy.

Across the room, the others lounged in a heap of blankets and discarded jackets. For as long as you had been zoned out and staring, the bored boys had already found something to do, and you let out a faint smile. Laughter rang out, soft and tired, but genuine. The kind that hadn’t been heard in a long time, and for once even changbins loud echoing laughs returned, alongside the dynamic of hyunjin.. Husband and wife, or wife for wife for that matter. For a moment, they weren’t survivors. They were just people, talking, bickering, existing together in a world that had tried to tear them apart, but 8 is fate. It always had been. Discluding you, you didn’t wanna ruin their happy moment.

Alongside you, Bangchan stood with his arms crossed, leant against the wall, also previously lost in thought like your brains were interconnected, surveying them like a father watching over his unruly children. You let out a soft, nostalgic hum. "They act the same as they did before."

"Yeah," he murmured, his gaze distant. "Like nothing ever changed."

You glanced at him, the firelight catching in his tired eyes. "But everything did."

A small smile ghosted his lips. "Yeah. It did."

The memory of your first meeting lingered in the back of your mind. The chase, the fear, the moment his hand had closed around your wrist and pulled you from the jaws of something inhuman. He had saved you that day. And now, here you were, still standing, still breathing, still watching over the only family you had left. The laughter continued. Someone threw a pillow. Someone swore. Someone tried to sing.

For a brief moment, in this ruined world, you let yourself pretend it was enough.

But you had something else to worry about, a devil that eased its way into your moment of joy. It was getting late; you needed to restock back up on supplies. Now wasn’t the time to rest, not when you were running out of things and fast.

Along you shot a glance to Chris and he knew what you meant, standing up and prepping yourself for the smokey outdoors, bringing up the last of the supplies were more important for you two then them, and there you both walked off into the murky air in search for supplies in a risky place.

Heres where the chaos begins.

--TO BE CONTINUED!!

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