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becomingmina · 10 months

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FUCKBOY MIN. little series w/ LEEKNOW

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: lee minho x female reader genre + warnings: previous fkbuddy relationship, angst, smut mdni!, min is mean, oral (f recieving), semi-public (empty bathroom), hyunjin is a character wc: 3.4k mina's note: Minho is kinda mean. The way I would have done anything for him just so he can like me back. ❤️‍🩹

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

series chapter ➵ part two, part three ending one

"Isn't that Y/N?" Han asked looking over the older boy's shoulder.

Minho turns his head around and sees you amongst the crowd - of the very grand party he dreads. He feels himself tense up at the sight of you, he hasn’t seen you in a while and you looked as beautiful as ever. He can feel the corner of his lip turn up as he replays memories of him and you, and that’s when he realises he misses you.

But the feeling soon fades when he notices you’re with a guy. Only a month and you already found yourself a guy? Loud sweet giggles falls from your lips as you grip the man's biceps, laughing about nothings. He scoffs to himself as he recognises the man.

“Out of all the boys in this fucking city, she chose fucking Hwang Hyunjin?” Minho blurted, he was mad. “She’s got a type. Fuckboys,” he turns back around to Han and raises his brows, as if asking for him to agree with the statement.

“You’re not going to do anything right hyung?” Han nervously asked, knowing his hyung will definitely be doing something.

“She just looks too happy, Han. I gotta ruin it for her. Especially when it’s Hwang Hyunjin she’s fucking with,” Minho says before downing the rest of his drink and ditching the younger boy.

Minho met you a couple months ago at one of his mother’s grand get-together. He only came to these events in hopes to find a hook up or a quick fuck, he was never here to support his mom on what ever event-job-work-promotion she got herself into. He probably got with half of the girls who attended these parties with their rich parents.

“Imagine what your daddy would think of his sweet innocent daughter completely coming vulnerable underneath some guy she just met?” Minho would often whisper in their ears as he thrusts into them. He would say anything to get them to sleep with him then ghost them the next day, leaving them restless.

However you weren’t like any of these girls to him, well at first. Minho was addicted to you, he couldn’t put his finger on it but he kept coming back to you. After seeing you a few times, he proposed for you both to be fwb and you agreed, because to be very honest, Minho was hot and he was a great fuck, the best if you can say. Also, something about him felt very secure to you. Meaningless fucks turned into lingering kisses, then turned into secrets date nights. You both shared such gentle and heartfelt moments, like cooking dinner together to holding hands randomly. Minho became so romantic with you secretly, but he never sincerely voiced it. You fell for him. You wanted to do anything for him in hopes that he liked you back. You became obsessive, got restless, jealous that there was many other girls hovering around him. You wanted him to yourself, and it got to the point where you had pull him away one night, letting your tears run down your face as you admitted your feelings to him, intoxicated. And maybe because he never dealt with such heavy feelings and high emotions like this before that, he turned on you.

“Y/N, you're just like the other girls.. Maybe worse. Easy. Clingy. I would never like you back.. Are you crazy?" You couldn't believe it, he abandoned you. Minho ended up treating you just like all the other girls.

Now the other half of the girls that Minho didn’t hooked up with were probably sorted by Hwang Hyunjin. The city’s heartbreaker. Classic story of two best friends that now hates each other. Minho and Hyunjin grew up together, basically brothers due to their mother’s close friendship. But when the boys got older they grew apart. Times that was supposed be spent together catching up on a tv show or playing basketball turned into time spent with a girl trying to get her to undress underneath them. It was now a competition to see who played the most girls. Oh how toxic.

So when Minho saw you in the ballroom with Hyunjin, he assumed you two were sleeping together. Minho needed to get you alone before the end of the night.

He needed to ruin you, in order to ruin it for Hyunjin aswell.

“Should I get you another drink?” The long haired boy asked realising the glass in your hand was almost empty.

“I was actually eyeing the orange slices over there-” you pointed out, gesturing to the massive grazing table.

“-Mimosa?” He was quick to respond, tone so sweet and cheeky.

“You know me too well Hyunjin,” you smiled admiringly up at the boy.

“I’ll get the champagne, you get the oranges and we meet back here then,” he says, hints of his dorky smile showing.

You were finally alone.

"Hey baby," Minho speaks from behind you, his voice so deep, hands find their way to your hips sending chills down your spine. He used to call you that all the time, and your heart never fails to beat out of your chest from it.

Lee Minho. Why the hell was he behind you? Shouldn’t he breaking some poor innocent girl’s heart?

“I missed you.” You stood still at his words, unable to move.

No not this again.

"Minho, go away," you finally spoke, building up a wall that you know isn’t going to stay up.

"No. I need to talk to you baby. I missed you," he made sure you heard him, his hands now made its way higher to your waist. "You look so pretty tonight..” one hand rests on your waist as the other one slowly travels to your thigh. “I missed your pretty little body so much, baby,” his lips were so close to your face, the proximity is so familiar, so safe that you wanted to turn and press your lips on his. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Minho had you under his spell, his presence was all it took for you to consider him again. You lean back, head taking its place on his shoulder as your back pressed on his chest. You tilt your head up slowly, finally looking at him. Oh, he was so beautiful as ever. His cute little bunny teeth showing from his agape mouth, his pretty sparkly eyes looking down at you, and his sharp nose, which you remember you use to peck so much. You missed him so much, you couldn’t resist it anymore.

“Min.” You say in the most vulnerable tone ever, gripping his forearm, giving in to him. He smiles at the nickname, the nickname only you were allowed to call him by.

"Come with me," and with that he yanked your arm dragging you through the crowd, for sure going to leave Hyunjin confused when he comes back.

Minho pulled you into an empty bathroom and pressed you against the door after locking it, instantly smashing his lips on to yours. His lips feels so soft against yours and your body hasn’t felt this rush of adrenaline in a while that you were going insane. Already feeling yourself start to go wet, you were so bothered, you needed more. Your teeth clashes as he practically devours you, his hand hoists one of your leg over his hip.

“Need you on the counter, bunny,” he murmured in between the kisses, there goes the nicknames again. He carries you to the counter, helping you up, your legs immediately spreading for him to slot himself in between. His hand slips underneath your dress, brushing against your clothed core.

“Already so wet for me,” he smirks, feeling the patch on your panties. “Can I?” He asked tapping his finger twice on your core. You nodded throwing your head back and he accepts the invitation to suck on your neck, leaving marks. Minho’s fingers pulls your panties to the side, his pointer finger finally runs through your folds. You were so warm, so sticky already that Minho let out a moan into your neck, unable to control the pleasure he was also having. You jolted forward when his fingers finally entered you pumping you slowly, causing him to let out an airy scoff. “Need to taste, let me taste?” You nod again knowing every time Minho ate you out, he would reward you with his dick for being such a good girl. You wanted that again.

“Need to hear you say it, Y/N,” he stops his movements, to brush your hair out of your face adoring your features.

Verbal consent has always been a big thing to Minho. He has so much control when the other person expresses what they want. It feeds into his already massive ego seeing the other person submit to him, makes him feel like he was in winning. And right there and then when he asked that question he wanted you to submit, so he can feel bigger than Hyunjin.

“Yes, please Min. I want it,” you gave him exactly what he wanted. You missed this. You missed his body and how he fucked you, how he made love to you. You miss Minho. You miss how sweet and gentle he was. How he would text you if you got home okay after spending the entire day with him. How innocent and lovely he can be talking about his cats, his hobbies. You wanted him to like you back, to want you back that you were willing to let him do anything to you, to use you.

“You’re still so good baby,” he buttered you up pressing a kiss your lips once more, letting it linger on a bit before dropping to his knees. He bundles your thin long dress around your waist, pulling down your soaked panties and burying them deep in his pocket. He is met with your pretty pussy, glistening with arousal. Your scent takes him by surprise and he goes numb. Oh, how he remembers it all so well, he would spend forever in between your legs on a Sunday afternoon. He parts your thighs and moves his face closer to your cunt, finally sliding his tongue in your slit. You still taste as sweet as ever too and that was all it took for Minho to devour you, to eat you out like a starved man. You lean back on one hand and the other one finds its place in Minho’s hair keeping it there. He was so good with his tongue, alternating between giving fat stripes, kitten licks and harsh sucks on your clit. Minho was getting you closer to your orgasm. Moans and whimpers falls from your lips as you allow him to hear how good he is making you feel.

“Feels good baby? You still taste so sweet, I just know you’re still going to be so tight." he removes himself from you just so he can glance up at your fucked out state nodding to every word he was saying.

“Want to- to cum,” you needed to cum, you were on the verge of tears feeling the tension in your stomach start to fade..

“Hm?”

“Please, I want to cum Min,” you restates and he dives back down. He grips your thighs as he makes out with your pussy, his nose hitting your clit every now and then to get you going again. Minho picks up his pace, moving his kisses to your clit where he then sucks harshly earning a sharp moan from you. You jolt forward, thighs closing around him, throwing your head back as you spray Minho with your sweet release. You feel him smirk against your pussy, his mouth and chin coated in your arousal. That wasn’t enough for you, you wanted more. Your hand pushes his head further into your cunt as you grind down in his nose, riding out your high. Minho lets you use him, his tongue still overstimulating you until you were satisfied. Frankly, he found it hot how after just one taste you go feral for him.

He licks his lips cleaning himself off as he gets up from your legs, helping you pull down your dress. He cages you between his hands that are now resting on the counter, you don’t move. Just staring up at him, he examines your features again, taking all everything that he used to adore. Something about this moment just feels so innocent to both of you, that Minho can help but give you small giggles, his lips turning into a smile. You mirror it in return, sitting in silence as you both recalls the old times.

A sudden buzz of your phone causes you both to snap out of the sweet moment, heads turning to the device next to you on the counter. And Minho grows hot, his reputation overshadowed his feelings for you the second he saw Hyunjin’s name pop up. He lets out a scoff, remembering why he got you in this bathroom in the first place.

Minho's leans in slowly, one hand still gripping on the counter but the other comes up close to your face. Your phone forgotten now. You think he's about to kiss you but he dodges your lips, making his way by your ears as he lets out an airy chuckle, he sounded so cocky you were taken by surprise at his sudden change in demeanour.

"God, Y/N. You're still so easy," His tone deep aiming an attack on you as he reaches for the paper towel dispenser behind your head. He pulls out a towel throwing it to you, to clean yourself up. "Still so desperate for me". It broke you. He has never done this to you before, usually he'll be on after care and cleaning up. Your head snaps to his face, taking in his smirk and dark eyes. You swallow hard, a salty taste coat your tongue and you realise you're trying you best to not cry.

“Are you this desperate for Hyunjin too?” you furrowed your brows together in response. What?

“Hmm?” You asked confused.

“You got a type Y/N, you’re so pathetic.” He continues, the vibrating of your phone doesn't help but fuels his anger.

"Min, what do you mean?" It was clear to you that Minho and Hyunjin weren’t the best of friends when you meet with Minho. But that night when Minho abandoned you, Hyunjin witnessed the whole thing. He help you get up, covering you with his his coat, wiping away your tears and took you home.

"What are you doing here with Hwang Hyunjin?" he finally asked. But you don't respond, instead you hop off the counter, unable to control how hurt you are from his previous act. Your eyes sparkle, cheeks pink, lips trembling. He takes in your reaction, making him feel a bit guilty as he has seen this all before. The night you admitted your feelings.

"You guys fucking?" this time his tone and eyes soften, it was like he needed to confirm it first before continuing to take out his anger and tension on you. You reach for your phone but he snatches before you could, declining the call sliding it across the counter where you can’t reach.

"Does he fuck you as good as I do?" He moves in closer, your noses barely touching. "He treats you better than I do?" You stay quiet.

You didn't know what to answer. Do you lie? Do you teel the truth? Regardless at the end of this Minho isn't coming back to you right? You realised the moment he called you pathetic.

He moves in to kiss your cheek, a gentle peck. Your heart starts to race even more, unable to look him in the eyes. One hand comes up to hold your face, thumb rubbing against your cheeks. "Come on baby, tell me and I'll give you what you want," his lips comes in contact with yours. You melt into the kiss, your hands grasping the waist band of his trousers. Snap out of it, Y/N. "Hmm, you going to be good and tell me? He kisses you better than I do?" He kisses you harder, helping you back up the counter. He takes back his initial position, in-between your legs. Minho moves his kisses down your neck as his hands advances to your shoulders, pulling the thin straps down exposing your chest. He gulps at the sight and latching his lips onto your boob, his hand groping the other one. You tired your hardest not to give in but you cant, the feeling is too strong. You whimper at the contact, your hand palming his hard on through his pants. It was the first time you touched him that night and Minho throws his head back, unable to control the sexual frustration.

"Fuck- see what you do to me, baby?" He coos. You undo his belt, pulling his trousers along with his boxer down, meeting with his big cock. He was already so red, a bead of pre cum already spilling frim his tip. You grab the base of his cock, holding it firmly giving him a gentle pump. Just like the way you always did. Fuck Y/N I missed this so much. Minho finds himself addicted again as he shuts his eyes, a little moan slipping from his lip. You continue to pump him and he tries his best not to give into you but your hands felt so good, he could cum like this. You lean forward attaching your lips to his neck, leaving marks just like he did to you before. “Want you Min,” you whimper on his skin. You needed to feel him inside you.

"Answer me first, Y/N." He was getting irritated at your lack of answer. God, why are you so caught up on this Minho! Your phone rings again, the buzzing noises incites his thought, and that was the breaking point for him. Hwang Hyunjin. Only Y/N would want such a pathetic man like him. "I'm not fucking you if you’re dirty Y/N," he says and you halt your movements, completely removed yourself from him.

"What?" You replied. Minho is now faced with your confused face.

"You're so desperate Y/N. I can’t believe you’re with Hyunjin right after I left you? You're so dirty for that,” Minho repeat himself moving closer to you to provoke you, he was sure you had given yourself to the other bloke. Your lack of answer confirmed it for him too. “Did you fuck Hyunjin?" But he was determined to hear it.

You took a deep sigh, and all the names and remarks he had made to you tonight flooded your head. You’re hurt. God, Y/N you are pathetic. You wanted to turn this on him but you couldn’t. Regardless of what you answer, you couldn’t win and Minho won’t be yours.

"No I didn't because I love you, Min," you confessed, pushing him off you. You proceed to pull up your dress and jump off the counter. You needed to leave him.

You brushed past him retrieving your phone and bag, unlocking the door and walking out.

Leaving him the way he left you, abandoned. Although it was your feelings that he disregarded, leaving him while he was hard and sexually unsatisfied like this would have hurt the same for a fuck boy like him.

But Minho wasn’t hurt by that. Your words was the thing that stung him. Shes loves me? No one had ever done this to Minho, he didn't know what to do. Such a similar feeling to how you felt - when he ghosted you and just now.

His words still played in your mind, they're still lingering around you. You wanted to sob, cry your heart out but you couldn't just yet, only allowing the tears to build in your eyes. Did you really just let him treat you like that? You chose pleasure again instead of protecting your already broken heart. Minho was right, you are fucking easy. You see the exit through your blurry vision and you rushed to it, pushing into the many people that was just crowding around. Just as you're about to leave a hand pulls you back.

"Y/n, you okay?" You turned around to meet with Hyunjin, and you couldn't help but burry your face in his chest as you let your tears fall.

"I hate him," you cried loudly, your whole body shaking and your legs go numb. Hyunjin hugs you, both arms wrapped around you tightly as he lets you become completely vulnerable. You were safe with him.

"I know.. Let's go home."

#becomingmina #skz smut #lee know smut #hwang hyunjin #lino smut #lee minho smut #Lee know angst #lee minho angst #Lino angst #skz angst #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smuts #stray kids blog

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wildestdreamsblog · 4 months

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Might as well be drunk in love: 2 of 2 (sneakpeak)

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This is only a sneakpeak of day 2. I'm not yet done writing the second chapter but I feel bad bcos of how long it's taking me...so here it is! Sneakpeak of day 1. Also, the entire chapter will be posted here when I'm done and satisfied with it :> Enjoy po

Part 1, Full day 1

“No one told me that we have an adorable new housemate.”

The six sleepy men sitting around the dining table looked up as soon as Park Jimin walked entered the room, in his arms was a fluffy cat that was actively hissing at him. He cooed down at it, softly stroking the thick fur with his hand that was now sporting claw marks.

“We’re already so close!” he announced with softness in his voice despite the repetitive kicks brought by the furry creature in his arm.

“I don’t think you are liked very much…” Jungkook quietly commented, his doe eyes went even larger at the bleeding scratches on his skin. As if sensing an opportunity to escape, the cat suddenly wriggled free from Jimin's arms and darted across the room, landing squarely in Hoseok's lap.

“Hi, my son! Did you have a good night’s sleep?” he asked affectionately, reaching down to stroke the cat's fur.

“Hyung has a secret son!” Jungkook whispered to Taehyung in a scandalous manner, clutching his nonexistent pearls. Taehyung, who looked like he lived and fought through three wars from his exhausted form and his sluggish movement only nodded at Jungkook.

“Whose cat is that? Is that yours, J-hope?” Jin asked, pointing at the cat with his mug. He didn’t know that they now had a furry housemate. Additionally, he didn’t know that he was a cat person.

Namjoon just smirked at his brothers, “That’s not his.”

“My God, I am so tired,” Jimin sat next to Taehyung, his muscles aching with exhaustion. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his whole weight on his friend, seeking some semblance of comfort in their shared weariness.

"Everything hurts," Taehyung moaned, mirroring Jimin's sentiment. He glanced over at Namjoon, pleading silently for a solution. "We need her. Hyung, please. Do something," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

Jungkook finally put down his spoon with a loud thud, standing up to look at them one by one. “Okay, I cannot be the only one curious about whose cat that is!” he pointed at the cat who only meowed back at him before shifting his finger to his hyung who was silently eating with a smile on his face. “And you, why do you look so good this morning, hyung, while the four of us look like we are 3 hours away from passing away?” he asked Yoongi, his doe eyes demanding answers from the chaotic bunch that only turned more chaotic as the morning wore on.

Yoongi, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee, raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's question. His lips curled into a smirk, revealing a hint of amusement. "Well, Kookie, some of us are just naturally blessed with good genes," he quipped, his tone teasing.

“Excuse me?! Are you saying that I am not blessed with good genes?! Me?! The world wide handsome?! Now, you’re just outright lying!”

“Hyuuuuung, do something! I think I’m dying!” Taehyung shouted amidst the noise.

“Stop screaming you’re scaring my son!” Hoseok shot back all while covering the cat’s little ears.

“Whose cat is that even?!” Jungkook asked again in disbelief, the vein in his throat protruding from annoyance and curiosity.

“Oh my God, Taehyung! I already did something, okay?!” Namjoon finally raised his voice for him to hear.

“Ahhhhhhh, my head hurts and she’s the only cure! I have to go to her!” Jimin whined sadly, attempting to leave his chair slowly.

“In that state?!” Jin shouted at Jimin and Taehyung, already feeling the stress causing havoc on his otherwise beautiful face.

But Taehyung and Jimin were already halfway out of their chair, clutching their heads dramatically. "I can't take this anymore! I need her!" he wailed, his eyes darting around the room with desperation only to find you by some miracle.

“Little one…” he called, his voice small as though he couldn’t believe that you were truly there. It was like their pain manifested you, and heavens, it was worth it. He’d willingly go through this pain if it meant seeing you and having you here where you belonged.

With them.

“Good morning, has anyone seen my cat?”

Your voice, despite it being low, was sufficient to stop the bickering among the CEOs. How they heard you amidst their own noise, you didn’t know. One thing was for certain, though. They were attuned to you like lovesick men did. Their eyes were on you with varying emotions. Jungkook was surprised, to say the least. Taehyung and Jimin, on the other hand, were relieved. Yoongi's smirk widened into a grin, his eyes sparkling with delight at the sight of you. Seokjin stared at you in disbelief, as if trying to comprehend how you managed to appear amidst the chaos. Namjoon and Hoseok exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions reflecting a sense of contentment and joy. The pair looked like they secured an extremely important deal and even won the lottery at the same day.

You didn’t see Taehyung moved but you certainly felt how his heavy body fell against yours. You certainly heard his sigh of relief even as he swayed on his feet.

And when you touched his hand to support him, that was when he fell.

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bandgie · 7 months

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Who Dun It?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

warnings! MDNI18+, fingering!!, (rough/soft) clitplay!!!, poly!skz, 4/8skz, hyung-line, slight mindbreak/subspace, super slight PIV

synopsis: After vowing to find the stranger who was tragically ripped away from you that unfortunate night, your simple plan turns messy when eight men claim to be the one you're looking for. Seven are surely lying, but what's the harm in indulging in all of them?

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The cushions of the couch mold the shape of your body as you sit upon it. You find yourself picking at the loose strings anxiously, staring at the eight men who argue amongst themselves.

"He's lying!" It's Hyunjin who's shouting, a finger pointing at his younger frat brother. "He wasn't even there that night! He told me he had an essay due and couldn't come!"

Seungmin, as stoic as ever, rolls his eyes. "I finished early. I said that, like, 10 times. Are you stupid or something?"

It looks like Hyunjin might burst a vein from his neck, but Chan, the president of the frat, places a hand on Hyunjin's slender shoulder. "I don't think yelling will get us anywhere. Seungmin was there; He was fashionable late." He flashes a dimpled smile at you. "But you don't need to worry about who was there and who wasn't, baby, it was me."

Minho scoffs, "As if last I recall, you were too busy getting plastered to remember how to even finger someone."

You shift in your seat, drawing the attention of Felix who glances at you. He eyes you for a moment before wearing a look of sympathy on his face. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want to," his deep voice rings in your ear throughout the commotion. "I know the boys can be a little much," Felix gives a friendly smile. "We can always pick up where we left off next time." He finishes with a wink.

There's hardly any time to respond when Changbin loudly shouts, "Yah! Yongbok is cheating! He's putting fake memories in her head!"

Felix quickly puts his hands up in defense, "I was just saying she can leave if she feels uncomfortable. You guys aren't even letting her talk." Upon hearing his words, all the men quiet their bickering and finally give attention to you. All of a sudden, you rather liked it when they didn't have their focus on you.

"Are you? Uncomfortable I mean," Jisung frowns.

You shake your head, "No! No, I'm just nervous, I guess. I didn't think you guys would get so worked up over this. I thought one person would say it was them. Not...all of you."

This makes Chan laugh, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Yeah, well, you got more than you bargained for." A few of the men chuckle. "What do you think we should do then?"

"Me?" You point at yourself.

It's Jisung that speaks, "Duuhh, you. You're the one who came here asking for your fingering prince. It's only fair you make the rules."

You can feel your face heat up at Jisung's joke, but he's right. The eight of them can argue all they want, but it's you who has the reins. One by one, you scan them. There are only vague memories from that night, and you can hardly tell who it might be just by looking at them.

And it's then that an idea pops into your head.

"I don't think I can make a decision just by looking at you guys," you admit. "I think it's better to replicate what happened."

"Replicate?" Jeongin raises an eyebrow and looks amongst his older frat brothers. "What do you mean?"

A sly smile makes its way on your already blushing face, "I think you know what I mean."

It makes sense to go from oldest to youngest.

Chan did the honors of getting you nude waist-down despite Jisung's complaining. You spread your legs, placing your heels on the edge of the cushions with your back flushed against the couch. It's intimidating to see their eyes on you, traveling to your exposed cunt to your embarrassed expression.

"You don't have to be shy baby," Chan smoothes his hand over your thigh. "Got such a pretty pussy. You should show it off all the time."

He laughs at your whine, finding his place beside you as he looks down at your nakedness. Chan hums, fingers traveling lower before going towards your knee again. You appreciate how he works you up. How he takes his time to make sure your hips try to maneuver for his hand to brush against your folds.

Chan is experienced, that's for sure. Even if you can already tell he's not the one from that night, you don't dare tell him. It feels too good to stop what he's started.

"What do you think baby, hm?" He looks at you. "Is this enough to admit it was me? Or do you need a little more?"

You nod, "I think I need a little more." Spreading your legs as further instruction, you gasp when Chan finally makes contact with your heat. He smiles at your slack jaw, opting to kiss your neck and rub soft circles on your clit.

"Feels good, huh?" He mumbles in your ear. "Just tell them it was me, baby. We both know how badly you want to finish."

It's true, you do want to finish. It's why your hips have picked themselves up from the couch and started rutting against his hand. Chan lets your wet folds run over the ridges of his fingers, pressing down more forcefully to add pressure.

"Hey, you can't cum that quick!" Changbin protests against your arrival. "Just hurry up and say if it was him or not!"

You keep quiet, save for the breathy moans and hard breathing. If you do tell the truth, Chan will stop on the brink of your orgasm. But if you lie, everything will come to a stop.

"It's...it's," you shamelessly try to hump his hand, but the impatient look on the seven other guys makes you confess. "It's not."

There's a part of you that thinks Chan might keep going and just let you finish, but he pulls his hand away from you instead. His body completely withdraws from your own as he tuts, shaking his head. "Should've just lied. I would've let you cum as many times as you wanted."

You watch as he puts his soiled fingers in your mouth to suck on, earning a moan from your lips.

Minho takes a different approach, opting to kneel before your spread legs and place his soft hands on the inner of your thighs. His sly eyes look up to your aroused ones as he smiles, "I'll be honest, it wasn't me. But you'll let me play with your pussy anyway, right?"

"No, she won't!" Hyunjin pouts, "You're wasting time! Shoo!"

While Hyunjin's long limbs flail in protest, you keep your attention on Minho. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, waiting for your response. Minho's warm breath sends chills when it comes into contact with your skin, and you find yourself nodding as you grip the undersides of your thighs.

He giggles, "Good girl."

You expect to feel his hot mouth, but you're surprised when he moves his hand to quickly rub against your clit. The sound of your wet folds reverberates throughout the apartment. Your clit is far too sensitive to be played so roughly with, but the sensation brings you back to the edge once more.

Minho watches as your back arches off the couch, how you've thrown your head completely back in pure ecstasy. He leans down to peck the top of your pelvis, a contrast to his relentless rhythm.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Minho smiles, "All over my fingers huh? Little pussy can't handle all this, can she?" He slows his past momentarily to move his other hand towards your entrance, dripping a finger into your pulsing walls. The combination of the rubbing and thrusting has you trembling, hips bucking wildly until Chan has to hold the top of your shoulders from behind to keep you still.

"Stay still baby, you're moving so much."

"So good," you look up at Chan. "Can't stop."

Chan watches as your face contorts into pleasure. Blinding heat fills your stomach and floods your pussy. You distantly hear Minho and a few of the other guys gasp when you cum. Arousal drips down Minho's wrist, pouring out from where his finger is inside.

Finally, you pick your head up to look at the mess, surprised to see Changbin striding to where Minho sits.

"Move move move! It's Binnie's turn!"

You whine when Minho removes his finger, but judging from the look on his face, he isn't too happy about it either. "Impatient ass," he sneers at Changbin, standing up. "I just started."

Changbin doesn't respond, too preoccupied with finding his place between your legs and tapping his cock on your swollen lips.

You gasp, looking down to see the heaviness between his legs, standing unashamed and proud.

"Gross dude!" Jeongin scrunches his nose in disgust. "Pull your pants up. I can see your ass hanging out."

Hyunjin and Seungmin laugh, but Changbin pays no mind. You've been told he has a hard time concentrating on more than one thing at once, but you didn't think he would zone in on you so quickly.

"Let me put it in," Changbin begs, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit. "It'll just be the tip, I promise."

You're just about to agree before you remember why you're here. How would you know if Changbin is the one if he doesn't use his fingers? You bite your lower lip, looking between his short fingers to his chubby cock.

"Binnie..." you pout at him. "Those aren't the rules."

He whines, humping his hips quicker as if it could change your mind. "Pleeease! Just one time, let me put it in one time and-"

"Bin," Chan's authoritative voice comes from above you. You feel him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, reassuring. "Gotta listen to the boss here man."

Changbin looks dejected as his lower lips jut out, but he withdraws his throbbing erection obediently. His solemn expression fills you with pity and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him from leaving.

"Let's make a little deal, yeah? Tell me the truth if it was you at the party, and I'll let you put the tip in. Okay?"

His eyes lit up a little too quickly, and you repeat yourself. "Just the tip, okay? Only the tip."

"He's not gonna listen," Seungmin shakes his head. "He only thinks with the head between his legs."

The jab has Changbin frowning again, but you tighten your grip around his waist for encouragement. "No, Binnie's a good boy. You'll listen to me, won't you?" Changbin nods, still looking somewhat sulky as he repeats, "Binnie's a good boy." This has you smiling, settling further into the comfortable couch. "I know. So tell me, Binnie, was it you?"

"Yes!"

"Fucking liar," Seungmin swears. "He's full of bullshit."

"Yeah, he's lying!" Hyunjin joins in. "It was me!"

Seungmin moves his cold stare to the taller man, "Why are you so persistent? It was not you." Hyunjin looks like he's about to argue again, but Jisung beats him to it, "Fuck you guys both! It's me!"

You have to tune out their arguing, looking at Changbin who behaves suspiciously. He has a ghost of a smirk on his lips, his eyes can't maintain eye contact longer than two seconds. The cherry on top is his blushing face, red with guilt.

"Binnieee," you drawl. "Are you lying to me?"

With eyebrows raised, you watch as his small smile falls. His lips pucker into something like a scowl, but he looks hopeful. Stupidly hopeful. Changbin shrugs and finally meets your eyes, "Maybe, but that doesn't matter!"

You frown, "You lied to me- oh-" Changbin cuts you off by dipping the fat head of his cock into your entrance. It's so warm, so thick that your cunt wraps around it snugly almost immediately. He rolls his hips to thrust shallowly, feeling your walls try to suck him in deeper.

"That's...That's cheating," you manage to say.

Changbin smiles, pulling his head out to slap it on your clit. "It feels good though."

He places his hand on the base of his cock to aim at your pussy, this time with no scolding from you. Before his tip has the chance to sink back into your heat, Hyunjin yanks him by the shoulder.

"Ya! What are you-"

"You broke the rules," Hyunjin reminds him. "You don't get a turn."

"But she-"

Minho looks rather pleased as he drags the sulky Changbin away from you, mostly likely happy he got his revenge. Though you wave Changbin a pitiful goodbye, your body begins to vibrate with excitement at the arrival of Hyunjin. As beautiful as all the men are, Hyunjin seems to match the brief descriptions you have of your mystery man that night. Long fingers, long hair, and a height that seems to fit.

Hyunjin takes his place next to you, smiling innocently to where you can see his dumpling cheeks and crescent eyes. "How are you doing, beautiful?"

The attention makes you blush, shyly hiding behind your hair as you answer, "I-I'm fine. I...I really wanna cum."

"Again?" He laughs, "You're barely halfway there, you know?" Despite Hyunjin's teasing, his hand travels down your inner thigh to your soaked folds. You gasp at the contact, looking down at his slender fingers rubbing you in circles.

"Mmm, that feels good," you sigh.

Though you aren't looking, Hyunjin beams at the compliment. "Good huh? How about familiar? Does it feel like that too?"

To that, you aren't too sure. Hyunjin is gentle, reassuring, and caring. Even as his digits travel lower to plunge into your cunt, it's still different from the night before. The mystery man was rougher, demanding. Telling you to spread your legs rather than the gentle voice Hyunjin uses.

"Just like that, pretty," Hyunjin whispers in your ear. "Such a good angel for me." Two of his fingers easily slide in and out of you, making you clench and writhe on the couch. His other hand palms his erection at the sight of you and the sound of your moans.

You can feel the men staring at the two of you. Changbin and Jisung have their cock out, stroking at the same face that Hyunjin finger fucks you. Felix seems eager to shove a hand down his pants, but his concentration is glued to your exposed cunt. Minho is whispering something to Jeongin who also can't take his eyes off you, nodding mindlessly to whatever his hung tells him. Chan's heavy hand pats the top of your head, comforting and somewhat wholesome.

"So," Seungmin crosses his arms against his chest, ignoring the raging boner in his pants. "Hurry up and say it's not him."

This makes you shake your head, content with finishing your second orgasm on Hyunjin's hand. His palm slaps against your cunt, briefly coming into contact with your clit. It's so good, so good that you might lie and say it was Hyunjin that night.

"Don't stop," you whine, pleading with Hyunjin.

He leans down and places a chaste kiss on your lips. His lips are plump, full, and wet with salvia. Your mouth chases his when he pulls away, earning a chuckle from him. "Wasn't planning on it."

Hyunjin slows his pace to add another finger, stretching you with three digits before he's pumping again. You squeal at the speed, hands grasping onto the cushions to ground yourself. Your entire body feels hot, overstimulated to the point of fainting. Your heels dig into the couch as your high builds throughout your body.

To make your climax powerful, Chan reaches down and flicks your clit rapidly. A mixture of a scream and a moan tear through your chest and you bury your face in Hyunjin's neck to conceal your embarrassing sounds.

"She's gonna cum again," Felix notes, eyes wide.

The men watch as your body begins to convulse once again, arousal dripping further onto the couch and some to the floor.

"Whatever," Minho snorts. "I made her cum first."

"Yeah, with my help," Chan looks up to narrow his eyes accusingly.

It's in the midst of their banter that you cum, shaking and filled with burning pleasure. Hyunjin's fingers hardly slow their pace, but Chan hears your muffled cries and slows his rubbing. Your drool begins to seep onto Hyunjin's expensive shirt, but he pays no mind to it. He's too caught up in the way your sensitive body jolts and quivers with every thrust.

He only stops when he feels warm tears soak his shirt. His fingers slip out of your cunt, taking a few strings of arousal with it. He cradles your face in his hands, looking worried.

"Oh, my sweet angel," he coos. "Was that too much for you?"

You're still vibrating with pleasure, jumping when Chan tenderly grips your neck.

"G-good," you manage to choke out. "S-so good. More, more. Wanna keep cumming."

The anxious expression on Hyunjin's face fades, and you hear a few of the men chuckle at your admission.

"You can cum many times as you want, baby," Chan confirms. "But we need to know, was it him?"

For a moment, you're confused. Was what who? Who was what? Your brain flicks with thinking before the light bulb goes off.

"It wasn't him, was it?" Jeongin hopes, eyes shining with hope and arousal.

Your mind is half-broken, barely managing to say, "Not...not him." Hyunjin groans in frustration, throwing his head back dramatically. "Fuck! I so thought she was gonna say it was me. Didn't think her brain would still work after all that!"

Hyunjin stands up, defeated. The space next to you feels cold and empty, but Chan's warm touch keeps you feeling floaty and safe. You reach up to grasp onto his form, mewling and pawing at any physical contact you can get.

"Shhh, everything's okay baby. We're right here," Chan leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're halfway there."

a/n: holy shit this is taking me soooooooo long so I decided to break it into parts lmao I apologize. *slightly* proof-read ill be honest. tell me how you like it! taglist: @hyunjinhoexxx, @sharonxdevi, @thexemyy, @linocvp1d, @nahimgoodmom, @oddracha, @ihrtlix, @soobin-is-squishy, @kwanisms-replies, @scrumptiousbasketballranchalien, @got-me-seein-stars, @mkbum(also if you guys want to keep up with fics just tell me you wanna be tagged in the comments or something)

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unbreakable: kim sunoo

a break the chain series: five / seven

pairing: sunoo x afab!reader word count: 3.9k

synopsis: after the explosion, you are trusted to heal the wounded as sunoo rushes to his family, but all might be too late.

genre: established relationship, vampire!sunoo, elf!reader

warnings: blood mentions, some stabbings, I think that’s it?

prt 1: vampires bleeding | prt 2: you complete me

“It’s Lilly,” Heeseung snarled down the bond, “she’s here.”

—

You and Sunoo were in the library, reading up on everything magic related to helping Jake and his mate, when the bomb went off.

Sunoo sensed something was wrong before it happened. Quickly rushing to you, taking you in his arms, and rushing you out of the library and across the castle before the explosion happened. A massive hole now resides on the right side of the castle. Fires broke out and people were screaming. The servants, both vampire and human, were either dead from the blast or debris, were on fire, or were injured.

Sunoo stared at the wall with widened eyes, his arms squeezing you tighter against him, “Sunoo!” you screamed at him through the ringing of your pointed ears. Sunoo could barely hear you, barely even register that you were talking. His head hurt from the ear ringing and the sounds and smells of people dying around him. It wasn’t until Heeseung was shouting down the bond for Sunoo to snap out of his daze.

“WHERE IS EVERYONE?! ARE YOU ALL OKAY!?” Heeseung screamed down the pack bond, “ANSWER ME!!!”

All the boys started shouting down the bond at once, Heeseung shutting them up and directing out orders.

Sunoo faced you, “YN,” he said softly, cupping your face and wiping the dirt from your cheek, “You and __ need to tend to the injured, can you do that for me?”

You stared at your mate, shaking your head, “No, I don’t want to leave you!”

“YN,” he said sternly, the playfulness that was once on his face was long gone, filled with such seriousness as his eyes started to glow red, “I need you to do this for me, Heeseung needs you to do this.”

You slowly nodded, dreading what was to come. Nothing felt right. You couldn’t shake the feeling something bad was about to happen.

Sunoo smiled at you, “We’ll be reunited soon, my love.” All you could do was nod again, feeling his lips pressed to your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you said back, wanting to say more but didn’t, or couldn’t because Sunghoon appeared at your side.

“Sunoo,” he said quickly, “We need to get to the lobby.”

“Where is __?” Sunoo asked, taking notice of his hyung’s witch mate not at his side.

“She’s still outside the castle,” he looks to you, “I ran here as fast as I could, please make sure she gets inside safe for me.”

You nodded, “Of course,” you looked to your mate, squeezing his hand, “Find your brothers, go!”

Sunoo quickly kissed you and was gone, Sunghoon following behind him.

You quickly make your way to the exit to the field, barely peeking your head out in time to see your witchy friend sprinting, you wave her in, “Hurry! we need to help those we can!”

She nodded, adjusting the bag on her shoulder as she followed behind you. __ looked out of it, not completely there. But you understood why. This was a repeat of what happened to her coven.

Jay and Niki were already moving the injured into a safer room, their screams and smells of burnt flesh filled your nose. You wanted to cry, to run out of this room and erase the images from your brain. War…this is what happens during war. What was happening now was nothing compared to the battle against Dorian that day…innocent people weren’t involved.

“__ and __!!!” Jay yelled, snapping you from your thoughts, “Hurry!”

You and the witch were at his side now. Jay was bent over one of the guards, his hands pressed tightly to his side above his hip and blood was everywhere.

“He’s human,” the witch whispered, studying how pale the male looked, “how did a human become a part of the guard…”

You quickly look at Jay, studying his eyes with concern.

He chuckles, “I’m a doctor, YN, human blood doesn’t faze me. I’m okay.”

You knew that and still shoved his hands away, replacing them with yours, the male's blood staining your skin, “What do you need us to do?”

Jay directed what he needed from the both of you, to use what magic you could to help save these people but not to drain the magic out completely in case it was needed elsewhere.

The witch hovered her hands over yours, purple magic leaking from your fingertips, “We got this, get Niki and find the others,” she said, giving Jay a look of confidence, “We can handle this here.”

Jay nodded, leaving the two of you. He had to find Heeseung and the others ASAP.

—

Heeseung had Jungwon at his side, directing orders to the guards and army that weren’t injured. Sending them to specific places throughout the castle. Heeseung had a feeling he knew what was happening, it was too obvious and too planned out for this to be some random thing happening.

“I need everyone to meet me and Jungwon in the lobby,” Heeseung says to just his brothers down the bond, “As soon as you can.”

Jungwon stayed on Heeseung’s heels as they marched to the lobby where the explosion happened. Both Heeseung and Jungwon had their jaws locked tightly and hands in fists.

“This isn’t a coincidence,” Jungwon said through his teeth, “War is finally happening.”

Heeseung nodded. Darting his eyes in every direction as they walked to the source of the explosion, barely turning the corner and seeing an army of enemies storming into his castle. Matching eye contact with the source.

“It’s Lilly,” Heeseung snarled down the bond, “she’s here.”

Sunoo and Sunghoon quickly looked at each other, dropping the broken wooden planks that covered an area and trapping people inside from the explosion, at the same moment Jake, Jay, and Niki appeared at their sides.

Each of their eyes burned red, “Lilly…”Jay growled, his fists clenching.

“We need to go, NOW!” Jake snapped, “He’s going to try and take Lilly on his own!!”

“He has Jungwon with him,” Jay corrected, quickly removing the debris from the door, “he’ll kill us if we leave these people here, “Get a move on so we can get to him!”

The five of them quickly made haste, moving as quickly as they could.

“Heeseung,” Jungwon warned, taking a few steps in front of him, “Stand down.”

Heeseung might be the king, but Jungwon is the leader of his pack. So he relaxed, keeping his eyes locked on Lilly.

She tilted her hair, her long red hair falling over her shoulder, “That’s new, watching a king actually listen to people below him.”

Heeseung’s eyes glowed golden, his fangs coming to a point, “We don’t have rank in my pack,” he hissed.

“Oh, but aren’t you listening to Jungwon? He’s your leader, no? While you’re the king.”

Heeseung took a step forward, Jungwon holding his arm out, “Heeseung.” he snapped. “Wait for the others,” he said to him through the bond.

Lilly shifted her gaze to Jungwon, “How is __ holding up?”

Jungwon was the one snarling now, his eyes bright red and fangs pointed, “Don’t speak of her!”

Lilly pulled her knife from her hip, twirling it between her fingers, “She should be dead,” she looked between Won and Heeseung, a smirk on her face, “I would have killed your queen right after, where is she by the way?”

Heeseung tensed, trying to keep his thoughts clear. His queen was with Jungwon’s mate at the furthest end of the castle, keeping her safe and away from harm's way. No one knows how well __ would do with her electricity powers right now. And since Heeseung already assumed Lilly was behind the attack, it only made sense for his queen and __ to be somewhere away from all this. Mostly if Lilly came to retrieve her.

Lilly laughed, continuing to twirl the knife in circles, “Guess, I’ll have to go find your two mates myself.”

So this was a planned attack. She’s here for our mates.

“You won’t come near my mate!” Jungwon snapped, his weapon now appearing in his hand. He almost lost his mate once, and he’s not going to again. He refuses to feel that pain of feeling her dying.

Lilly cocked her head and then moved. Heeseung didn’t have time to stop Jungwon before he was also moving. His and Lilly’s blades crash together and Jungwon reaches for her neck with his free hand.

Heeseung was moving now, pulling his double blades out. He cut deep into her shoulder, sending her back and away from Jungwon. Her skin burned from his blades.

“How did you get weapons that were forged for only the king?” he hissed, stepping in front of Jungwon.

Lilly held her hand tightly to her shoulder, her blood dripping out and she smirked, “It wouldn’t be a secret if I told you, now would it?”

Heeseung lunged for her and Jungwon followed behind.

All their blades crashed and sparked together with each hit, all three moving too quickly for the other to get any direct hits in.

That was until…

“JUNGWON!!”

Lilly dug the knife into his shoulder, his skin burned and blood dripped to the floor. Jungwon kept his jaw locked even as he screamed through his teeth. His fangs were on full display as his eyes burned their crimson.

Heeseung felt it, Jungwon’s mate’s worry. How he was now fighting his queen. Heeseung needed to end this quickly.

He reached for Lilly, taking a fist full of her hair and yanking her back. She kept a grip on her blade as it slid from Jungwon’s shoulder.

“DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!” Jungwon yelled, his eyes glowing even more as he dropped to his knees, hands pressing tightly to his shoulder, “TAKE HER OUT!”

Heeseung didn’t need to be told twice. His blade reached for her neck, but she dropped her weight to the floor, taking her blade and cutting the hair that was in Heeseung’s grasp, the red locks falling to the floor.

He chuckled, tossing the rest out of his hands, “Bold move, you definitely need to trim the rest though.”

“Shut up!” she hissed, clearly pissed about her new haircut.

Heeseung rushed towards her again but then time seemed to slow down.

Jungwon’s breathing became uneven, his body crashing to the floor and his hands laying at his sides. He needed medical attention quickly. Heeseung’s eyes widened at seeing his second, his brother, dying on the floor before him.

Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, and Sunoo made it just in time to see Won fall to the floor and…

Heeseung was now screaming. Screaming so loud his throat was hurting. Screaming as he shoved both his blades into the back of Lilly’s shoulders, even with her blade shoved deeply into his abdomen. His skin burned, worse than what her skin was, all because he was the king.

She quickly pulled the blade out and shoved it back in, creating another wound and Heeseung’s scream got louder. Damn, it sucked having the king's power. Is this how it felt when he killed the previous king? How his skin burn and throb?

“HEESEUNG!!! HEESEUNG!!” his queen screamed down the bond, “Answer me please, HEESEUNG!”

But he was in too much pain to respond, keeping his jaw locked tightly. Lilly smirked through her pain, “I’m going to take your power,” with another slide of her blade being pulled out and back in, Heeseung was feeling dizzy. He dropped his arms to his side, and she pushed him over.

Before Heeseung’s body could touch the ground, Sunoo caught him, while the other rushed at Lilly.

“Heeseung,” Sunoo said, pulling his body away from the fight, “Stay with me!”

Sunoo looked down at Jungwon, seeing just in time his mate and the queen running into the lobby.

“Oh my god,” the queen cried, taking Heeseung away from Sunoo and in her arms. Heeseung gritted his teeth at the movement, clearly in pain, “Stay with me, babe.”

“YN,” Sunoo called to you, “Get __ and come here now!”

You and the witch were already on the way before Sunoo even called to you. You both felt it when Jungwon was hurt. You both felt and heard when Heeseung was stabbed.

The fight had to be worse than you were expecting. Because when you and the witch reached the others, Sunghoon had got stabbed in the back. Niki got his bicep gashed, Jay had Heeseung’s blades in both hands with a gash at his forearm and Jake had blood running down his cheek from the small cut she swung at him.

You quickly glanced around the room for Sunoo, seeing him still at the king’s side.

The witch ran to Jungwon, pulling his mate's crystal out of her bag and handing it to her, “In case this gets uglier.”

His mate held the crystal to her chest and tears streamed down her face, “Help my Wonnie.”

You reached Sunoo and dropped to the floor by Heeseung and the queen’s side, hovering your hands over his abdomen sending as much magic as you could down onto him and you shake your head, “He’s lost too much blood. He’s fading.”

Heeseung was barely able to keep his eyes open, using all the strength he had to stay alive. He’d be damned to let Lilly have the crown.

Sunoo kept his eyes locked on the fight, watching his brothers one by one, fall due to their injuries. His hands were shaking as he watched Jay twirl Heeseung’s blades in his hands. Sunoo had to do something. Fast.

You could feel Sunoo's pain and hear how fast his heart was racing as he watched his family fight Lilly.

This fight was different from the one with Dorian. He didn’t have the blades Lilly did, he wasn’t able to fight and do the damage she was doing.

And before you knew it, Sunoo was moving. You yelled after him, but he didn’t listen. He needed to help his brothers.

He pulled his weapon out, gripping the hilt as he lunged for Lilly with Jay. Taking turns swinging their weapons. Lilly was definitely slowly down from the blood loss and the anger Jay was feeling was fueling him to keep going despite the gash on his forearm and the blood that dripped down.

Lilly made a final twist, shoving her blade into Sunoo’s chest, he hissed and gritted his teeth but kept fighting, shoving his blade into her chest and jumping, wrapping his legs around her waist and shifting his whole body to the side, pinning her now to the floor.

Sunoo pulled the blade from his chest and held it to her neck, ready to end it.

“DON'T KILL HER!!” Heeseung managed to say with what little breath he was able to use from your healing abilities. The witch was now at his other side also pumping magic into the wound.

Sunoo knew why his king wanted her alive. To torture her, ask her questions. Find any other army or plans she might be hiding. But at the same time, Sunoo didn’t understand. This woman caused enough problems. Jay was now at Sunoo’s side, and Heeseung’s weapons were also held to her throat.

“What you expect us to do then?” Jay snapped.

Lilly kept smirking even when three blades made of the king’s metal were pressed to her skin.

There was the sound of glass breaking from it hitting the floor. Sunoo glanced over to see Jungwon’s mate and the yellow current flowing through her. The electricity pulsing at her hands and anger on her face.

“Ahhh!” Sunoo smiled, looking down at Lilly underneath him, “Tap tap.”

Lilly gritted her teeth, remembering how it felt like the time she was well, shocked.

__ ran over, the flow of the current on her hands pulsated more but was completely controlled even had she knelt down to Lilly’s face and placed both hands on the side of her face, sending the electricity in her body and registering her unconscious.

—

You and the witch did what you both could to heal the boys and their injuries. Jungwon finally woke up and was moving around before you all knew it. Jake’s mate bandaged his face. The witch was wrapping a healing bandage around Sunghoon’s back and chest, yelling at him to keep still. Jay let you heal what you could of his forearm, and did the rest himself. Niki was taken care of by the witch and his mate wrapped the bandage around his bicep. Heeseung lay in the queen’s lap, falling unconscious after he was healed and bandaged up. The queen played with his hair as she held him. The king might be unconscious, but he was alive.

Sunoo leaned up against the staircase, watching you carefully as you finished up healing what you could of his wound and now placed burn ointment around where he was burnt from the blade, “YN,” he whispered, lifting a hand and cupping your face, “Talk to me.”

You looked up at him, “I felt like my heart was about to stop at seeing you get stabbed.”

Sunoo just smiled, placing his thumb on the other side of his chest, “But I am perfectly fine! See!” you tried to smile at his playfulness. But you couldn’t shake away the feeling you felt when he was stabbed. Sunoo was lucky he had anger and adrenaline rushing through him to be able to handle that stab wound. He was lucky it wasn’t deep either. “Hey,” he said again, bringing you back to him, “I love you.”

You leaned into his touch, “I love you too, sun.”

His hand trailed from your face to the tip of your pointy ear, “Everything is okay.”

You wanted to assume it was. So you nod and hum in agreement, finishing putting the burn ointment on his chest and wrapping a bandage around him.

The other five boys were now discussing where to put Lilly until Heeseung woke up again.

You and Sunoo watched the boys discuss, and watched how their mates slowly walked away from them, leaving them to discuss in peace.

“I probably should be over there,” Sunoo said with a sassy sigh.

You helped him up to his feet and wrapped a blanket around his bare chest. Your fingers gripped the blanket, “I’m happy no one was badly hurt.”

Sunoo softly smiled at you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You and __ did everything you could, and that’s all we could ask for. Everyone is alive because of you. We are unbreakable.”

You sigh, releasing his blanket and ruffling his hair, “Go join your brothers.”

Sunoo pulled you in quickly, his lips making home against yours. Kissing you with so much want and need and passion and love. Sunoo was just as happy as you were that everyone was okay. That he was still breathing. He could only imagine the pain you were feeling. The pain Heeseung was feeling as he fought to stay conscious and watched his brothers get injured.

Sunoo pushed the thoughts to the back of his head and focused on your lips and how his tongue slowly tried to push them apart.

“Sunoo!” Jungwon yelled, “You are just as much as the family as the rest, get over here and join this discussion!”

Sunoo giggled against your lips and gave you one final kiss before running off to his brothers.

—

E sighed and looked around the room, “Thank you all for joining this meeting.” His eyes wandered between each of the six boys, barely stopping on their mates as he kept them moving. “The king is still unconscious,” he said with a sigh, “We need to discuss what to do.”

“Let him rest,” the queen said quickly with poison-laced in her voice, “My husband was stabbed three times and only survived thanks to our magic members. There’s no need to discuss what needs to be done. Let. Him. Rest.”

You look at the queen, loving how held high she kept yourself despite her mate being unresponsive. It’s got to be from the effect of being king and almost dying. His body took a massive blow. E cleared his throat and the queen looked at him quickly, the scar on her face turning red with her skin from anger.

“I mean, my queen,” he said quickly correcting his attitude, “Until the king wakes up, someone needs to step in his place.”

The queen chuckles, “Am I chopped liver? I’m his wife. Heeseung and I followed every protocol this place had for me to have just as many rights as him!”

E looked away from the queen, “And you still have just as many rights, but you still need a king at your side.”

“And that means, what? Exactly?” she hissed.

“One of the boys in this room will have to fill his shoes until he wakes up.”

The six vampires glance at each other. One of them has to act like a king? A false king? What for?

“Can I ask why?” Jungwon said, shifting forward in his chair, “As Heeseung’s second in command and the leader of this pack, what need is there for a replacement king when we’ve been doing perfectly fine until we walked into this place?”

E smiled, “Because if the world catches wind that the real king is unconscious and if Lilly has more forces out there, what do you think will happen, Yang Jungwon?”

Jungwon narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. E was right, even if no one wanted him to be.

“On that note,” E said, keeping his eyes locked on Jungwon, “Second in command, will you be the false king?”

Jungwon’s eyes widened and looked between his brothers and shook his head, “No, I am not fit to be the replacement.”

“As if!” Sunghoon shouted, “You’re our leader! The second in command to the king! What do you mean you aren’t fit?!?”

“Exactly!” Jake added, “Won, no one else but you can do it!”

Jungwon kept shaking his head, “No. I refuse.”

Sunoo, Jay, and Niki sat in silence, listening to their brothers bicker.

“Okay!” Jay yelled, standing up, his family quieting down, “Since I am the second oldest and have been with Heeseung the longest…I’ll be the false king.”

Sunoo whipped his head to Jay, “Hyung! Are you sure?!” Sunoo squeezed your hand, clearly worried.

Jay pulled Heeseung’s blades from the strap at his pockets, “Lilly has caused enough trouble. She broke into my apartment and threatened my mate. She stabbed Heeseung three times, almost killing him. I want to do this. For my family, my pack. For Heeseung.”

E glanced around the room, seeing no one abjecting, “It’s settled then, Jay will be the false king.”

—

They all sat in the meeting room. It was late at night and not a soul was around except for the six vampires and their mates and the queen.

“You really think there’s a spy here?” Niki whispered, “Is that possible?”

Jungwon nodded, “How else did she find the castle? And get the king's weapons? You can’t just find that information on the internet or at the store.”

All the boys nodded.

“Who do you think it is?” The witch asked, “Who do we need to watch out for?”

The queen nodded, “Not only that, we need to keep an eye on Heeseung the entire time too, if there is a spy.”

Jay leaned back in his chair, twirling Heeseung’s blades, “I have an idea. But we need to be careful.”

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Part 4

It was Sunday. The boys have their practice today that means mingyu and chan are going to meet. As soon as Mingyu goes to the practice room he spots chan but chan tries to avoid him lingering by seokmins side.

"YOU you fuvker come here right now-"

Mingyu tries to grab him while Chan's shoving a confused seokmin in between them he's asking what's this about ,what happened.

"This bastard told me he'd set me up on a date with y/n, turns out he told her it's a blind date instead of telling her it's a date with me"

"Ah hyuuung.. come on I tried my best for you two I had no other way i thought this would be the best option" chan whined

"Yah dino-ya that isn't nice, think about how he must've felt he was so excited to go" Seokmin scolds chan.

"Exactly my point ...what best option chan, did you even think about me? I thought she agreed on a date because she likes me as well ..did you think my feelings were a joke? Or am I that desperate that you'd have to lie to her for a date ? If I had known I'd find some other way to do it myself do you think I couldn't ask her myself? " Mingyu asks.. there's hurt clear in his eyes.

Chan feels terrible now his voice gets small when he speaks ,"hyung I'm so sorry...I should have thought about you more I didn't think that far, trust me I just wanted you two to get along and may be like each other cause you both are so precious to me and you both are one of the most amazing people I know ...I swear I just thought about your happiness."

Mingyu sighs," you shouldn't have done that but it's ok I forgive you."

He can't stay mad at his little brother for long anyway.

Chan hugs him suddenly, he really does feel very bad, "I'm sorry again hyungg you know I love you right?"

Mingyu pats his back while rolling his eyes, but he's smiling, "yeah yeah I love you too but never pull such stunts again."

Meanwhile there's jeonghan, hoshi and basically all the boys staring at them, they heard everything obviously.

"so you went on a date? That too with y/n ? And you didn't tell us?" Seungkwan speaks for everyone while they are nodding along with him waiting for mingyu to answer.

"It was a first date I didn't know what will happen ofcourse I was going to tell you all if it all worked out-" chan cuts him off, talking with his eyes widened, "wait a minute..it didn't go well?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then? " Chan asks again.

"I mean uh she was pretty shocked ..she didn't think it'd be me , so I didn't want to make her anymore uncomfortable, so we just talked normally, we went out for a walk then I dropped her off ."

"THAT'S IT??" Chan asked his eyes comically wide.

"uh yeah like I didn't want to burden her so I said we can be friends."

At this, they all collectively facepalm themselves.

"Seriously mingyu??? FRIENDS???" hoshi says looking at mingyu like he's ridiculous.

Jeonghan also steps in, "yeah like it was a date right? no romantic lovey dovey thing happened? Instead of asking her for another date you asked her to be friends?"

"You didn't even try to flirt with her or something? " Says Seungcheol.

"I did all this for nothing then" chan says in disbelief.

Mingyu closes his eyes, rubbing his hand on his forehead frustratingly at their questions. "Can you all just drop it please? I'll manage by myself thank you."

"yeah just lets get back to practice." Wonwoo says rubbing mingyu's back comfortingly.

Then they go on with their day.

And you, You're enjoying your weekend resting at home. When you get Chan's text.

Dinosaur 🦖: So you frienzoned mingyu hyung??

You: WHAT??? He said that??

You're confused Mingyu wouldn't do that, would he?

Dinosaur 🦖: No he said you were shocked,he didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he suggested you can be just friends.

Dinosaur 🦖: But hello I'm disappointed?? I even planned your wedding in my head and what did you do? You frienzoned each other 🤐🤐👏🏻👏🏻just great

You: woah woah no one told you to get that excited buddy and definitely not on a date which you planned by lying

Dinosaur 🦖: Pleaseee I said I'm sorry and don't make me feel more guilty I was already about to cry if mingyu hyung didn't forgive me...I don't think I can ever trouble him again even jokingly

You: was it that bad? Is he ok?

You can't help but feel bad thinking about him.

Dinosaur 🦖: well it's all my fault.. but girl atleast now you take some effort 🙄 I've found you such a great match and you're gonna keep him as your friend??

Dinosaur 🦖: God y/n even god wouldn't forgive such a thing.. I hate to say it but girls would die to be at your place right now.. GAME UPPPP I will even give you tips on how to flirt if you want

You roll your eyes at that.

You: Oh please I'm great at flirting you're the last person I'd take help from, you've done enough just go and focus on your practice for now..byeee

Dinosaur 🦖: BYE🙄🤐

Your thoughts take you to Mingyu again, "he must be hurt", "should I talk to him?", "what if he thinks I'm pitying him."

Your train of thoughts get interrupted by another ping of your phone , you pick it up to see mingyu's name on it.

On the other hand, Mingyu promises himself that he won't be sad anymore cause what is there to be sad about right? He's always the one who thinks about the brighter side of the situation, everyone says he's just too positive and hopeful even in the worst situations but Mingyu takes pride in that .. cause not many people have it, it takes a lot to be that positive,that courageous, that happy. So he's just gonna be himself.

Cause before yesterday, First- he didn't have your number, Second-you weren't on talking basis/you had zero connection, Three- He didn't have you even as a friend.. so for him it's win is a win kind of situation.

You read his text.

Mingyu : Heyy ..so chan asked me something about your purse??

You: oh shitt I forgot to tell you ..I lied about that to get your number from him 🫢

Mingyu: well don't worry I covered for you, you owe me something now👀 ..also should've asked me for my number directly, I'm more than willing to give it to you.

ONE THING ABOUT MINGYU IS HE WILL FLIRT, and your heart will suffer . Well in his defence he said you will be friends...there was no part where he mentioned he won't flirt or he won't try to woo you. So it seems you just gotta prepare yourself.

You huff at his reply, you started talking to him just from yesterday but you already got to know that this boy was a flirt ..a smooth one at that.

And were you feeling giddy, were you blushing? Well may be

You: Oh I'd have definately..asked it by myself. But you see it was an eventful day so kind of forgot to ask ...also yes I do owe you a big one, for yesterday as well ..tell me what I can do ? How about a meal?

Mingyu: Wouldn't that be a date?

You: it'd be whatever we will treat it as ..we said we'd be friends so it'll be us trying to build our friendship may be? Come on friends go to eat together all the time

Mingyu: Fair enough then, when will we go ?

You: Um I've work from tomorrow i'd be only free at dinner time 😕 is next week ok? If yes let me know when you're available

Mingyu: oh that's sad:( .. okay will go next week I'll let you know the time.

You: okayy cool ..see you then :)

Mingyu: Yes take care :))

You don't know but he's smiling at his phone right now, just as you are :)

In evening you meet chan he had promised you a meal so he's here at your apartment with lots of take out food and cake and muffins.

His practice was almost a day long so you had told him to just go home and take rest you'll plan to meet some another time . But he improvised the plan and came here.

You take all the food from him happily smiling looking at it..."Woahh you brought so much food"

He gives a toothy grin to you, "well I know you, I knew it'd keep you occupied "

You instantly stopped smiling and blinked at him ,"oh damn you almost had me distracted" you blink at him again.

He knows something is going to happen now, he is on alert..Then you're placing all the food down on the table, going to the couch grabbing a pillow andddddd he is running then, you run behind him.

"You asshole I promised myself i'd beat you up stop right there you bratttt"

He's screaming when you reach him and hit him with the pillow, "Ahhhhh this feels like some deja vu" he's running again and then going behind couch, giving those puppy eyes ..."I'm hungry" blink blink "I'm so tired and I was dancing the whole day, I'm so exhausted already and you're not even letting me eat I said sorry now stopp"

Your mouth hangs open at his antics..you huff..."Should learn emotional blackmailing from you ,go and wash your hands I'll get the plates"

He gives you a big big bright smile and runs to give you a quick hug before going to wash his hands.

You smile at him shaking your head.

You guys eat your food while talking.

He keeps asking about the date, so you tell him that it kinda got ruined because you were nervous so to make it up to Mingyu you decide to take him out for a meal .. he's teasing you about how it's a date when you keep denying it isn't.

"I don't know about you but on our planet here we humans call it a date" he says smugly.

You roll your eyes at him "whatever chan it's a friendly date then."

He shakes his head at you, saying you're impossible.

"Btw do you remember yunjin?"

"yeah the girl you're currently seeing ?"

"Yeah her...I think it's going to work out for me this time." He's smiling softly at his plate like he's thinking about her..."She's nice".

"woah woah look at you all blushing Lee chan"

He laughs," I just- I really hope it works out this time .. I've always wanted a serious relationship and this time it seems like it'd work ...I'm serious and I feel she is too." He says while smiling looking at you.

And honestly you want that for him as well.Cause he looks so happy just talking about her so sincerely. Whatever you thought about him you were never that childish to be jealous and think I wish I was the girl. No , you can't force someone's feelings. If he feels that for someone you'd always root for him. You always pray for your close people's happiness and he's one of them so why wouldn't you want that.

You coo at him.."Aww, I'm really rooting for you Chan you deserve it you deserve every happiness in this world."

He smiles at you, "thank you y/n, I'm also rooting for you" and then he dramatically winks at you. You know exactly what he's saying so you groan and threaten him to stab him with the fork if he doesn't shut up. He laughs at you.

Part 5

A/n:Hey lovely readers, this is it for today hope you enjoy it💗

Also the female reader isn't someone too deeply hurt or too deeply in love (about chan) she is not the jealous type, she has made her peace with everything so you won't see her feeling all these emotions deeply.

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sxmmerberries · 6 months

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"It is always the quiet ones"

Pairing: New Student!Reader X Kim Gyuvin

Summary: Gyuvin was assigned to Y/N as a school buddy to adapt better as well as have someone to rely on.Gyuvin is excited to meet her and become friends with her but Y/N is quieter than he thought.Gyuvin has no intentions of giving up as he found an interesting fact about his new friend.

"Ms.L/N,your school buddy will be here shortly" The receptionist informed you, handing you your schedule.

"I think I can manage on my own" You sheepishly smiled, fidgeting with the material of your new uniform.

"This is part of the school's policy to help new students adapt better"

"Joining a new school in the middle of the year is awful enough and now you have to ruin someone's day by depending on them constantly. They are probably gonna run away before the day even ends" You thought as you sighed in frustration.

"I am here!Is this her!?" You heard a cheerful male voice and turned to see a gorgeous,tall brown haired male.

"Ms.L/N,this is Kim Gyuvin. He is your assigned school buddy. Please ask him if you need help with anything" The receptionist introduced Gyuvin to you. Gyuvin smiled warmly at you as you followed him outside of the room.

"Hi,I am Gyuvin. Your name is Y/N,right?" He read your name off of your schedule as you two walked to your first class. You nodded on response.

"How old are you?"

"I am 18"

"I am 18 too!"

"When did you move here?"

"Last week"

"What is your favourite colour?"

"Uhm...blue"

"Do you have any siblings?"

"I have an older brother"

"I have two younger siblings and a dog. Her name is Eumpappa. She is adorable" He gushed about his dog.

You raised an eyebrow at the choice of his dog's name but decided not to say anything about it.

"Do you like dogs?"

"I like bunnies"

"You'll like Yujin then!" He exclaimed with joy.

"Is he a bunny?" You curiously asked.

"No silly.He is my son.He is 3 grades below us"

You stopped in your tracks as you heard his words and looked at him with a doubtful look.

"You're 18 and you have a 15 year old son?" Gyuvin rejoiced from within as you finally asked him a question.

"He is my friend. I just call him my son" He explained with a sheepish smile.

"Oh"

The day continued with Gyuvin showing you around the school, introducing you to his friends and asking you random questions.

"This is my number. Text me if you need anything" Gyuvin handed you a piece of paper and waved you bye for the day.

You couldn't help but sigh in relief when you saw him finally leave your sight.

You appreciate Gyuvin's eagerness to be friends with you but honestly your social battery was completely drained out after being with him the whole day.

~☆~

"Hyung,do you think that she hates me?" Gyuvin pouted as he thought about his new friend secretly disliking him.

"She did tell you that she is going to go walk her pet fish when you asked her to hang out with us today and the other day, she said that she was going out with Yujin but he wasn't even in town that week. That says something-" Gyuvin sulked as Ricky pointed put the obvious lies you had told.

As the days went on, Gyuvin noticed your tendency of just nodding your head and giving small answers to his questions. It got more frustrating when you kept rejecting his offers to hangout with him.

"Does she not want to be friends with me?" He thought with a frown formed on his face.

"Don't say that,Ricky.Of course not,I think she is just on the quieter side" Hanbin responded, patting Gyuvin's head to comfort him.

Gyuvin narrowed his eyes at Hao who hadn't taken his eyes off of his phone once after he got to his house. He peaked to see what was so important that his hyung wasn't paying attention to him.

"I am pouring my heart out to you and you are reading smut fanfictions?" Gyuvin deadpanned.

"Shh,I am at the best part-" Gyuvin snatched Hao's phone out of his grip and started to read the fanfiction out loud.

"The thoughts ran wild as he....wait a minute..isn't this Y/N's username?" He stopped reading, noticing the familiar username under the usernames of the people who liked the post.

"It is her.I noticed it too" Hao smirked as he yanked his phone out of Gyuvin's hands,leaving the younger male in shock at the revelation.

"Looks like my topics aren't interesting enough for her-"

~☆~

"Hey!Do you want to get ice cream with Yujin and I after school today?" Gyuvin asked as you grabbed your bag to make your way to your next class.

"I am sorry but I am a little busy today" You smiled apologetically, making your way out of the room.

"Busy catching up on the newest chapters of those smut fanfictions?" You froze hearing his words. You turned around to see Gyuvin giving you a smug look.

"There is nothing like that-" Your cheeks flushed red as you avoided eye contact with him.Gyuvin walked over to you, cupped your cheeks, and made you face him.

"You look so adorable and precious. Who knew you were into this type of stuff with that innocent look on your face?" Your face grew redder at both his words and the close proximity.

"I liked those posts accidentally" You fumbled out. He let out a chuckle at your excuse.

"I never mentioned anything about liking any posts now,did I?" He pointed out with a mischievous look on his face.

"Like they say,it is always the quiet ones" He teased, removing his hands from your face and walked away.

You placed your hands on your cheeks where Gyuvin's hands previously were,pondering about what just happened. You finally gained composure and decided to chase after him.

"I am not like that!" You exclaimed as Gyuvin laughed at your flustered reaction.

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thepixelelf · 2 years

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and the universe said,

03 "this day will make the you of tomorrow"

genres/tags: soulmate au, idol au, comedy, romance, dumbassery chapter warnings: language, relationship(s): ot13 x reader

When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren't -- and that's before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

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It’s not lost on Lee Jihoon that, even though he's written love songs since he was fifteen and poems even before that — which is privileged information he’ll never share with anyone — he’s only been in love once.

And he’s grateful for that. Sometimes he thinks about her; about what kind of life he’d be living if certain things went certain ways. And he smiles. Not because she was beautiful — which she was — or because in his imagination, he acted braver — which he didn’t — but because even though that love would never know if it was returned, he still felt it. He knew it was real. It was at once an infinitely warm and bitingly cold feeling. Jihoon’s written quite a few songs from that first and last love.

Except, he doesn’t think that was his last love. Not really. Maybe it’s true in the romantic sense, but…

He won’t say it, of course. What he feels for his members. His friends. His brothers.

No… no. Speaking it out loud is unnecessary.

Mingyu’s hand grabs his, encasing it in a soft but tight grip as Yejung calls for the attention of the room. Jihoon doesn’t squeeze back, but his thumb lightly curls around Mingyu’s palm.

“If there really is a person that’s attached to all of you through your marks, we need to plan a course of action.” Yejung fidgets with her hands, and Jihoon can tell she wishes she was pointing at a slideshow on the wall and showing them interaction rates, rather than this unquantifiable soulmate business.

“We still don’t have a dating ban here,” Myungjun says, arms crossed as he lets his eyes roam to each of the boys. “But I think we all know what happens when famous heartthrobs get hitched. I was never worried about it before because you’re all, frankly—” He glances at Jihoon. “—bitchless, but…”

Chan makes an affronted sound, and someone whines, “Hyung!”

Jihoon can only hold in a pout because Myungjun looked at him when he said that, and he’s right.

Yejung lightly smacks Myungjun’s shoulder. “What we’re trying to say is this: Seventeen’s ratings are skyrocketing because of this whole soulmate thing,” she explains. “But I can’t imagine those numbers moving in a positive direction if these fans find out your marks connect you to someone unfamiliar rather than each other.”

Myungjun nods. “Whatever outcome, it wouldn’t be good.”

“Don’t Carats want us to be happy?” Seokmin dares to ask.

“Well—” Yejung's expression turns pained. “Yes, it’s just that—”

“You guys are one of the biggest kpop acts on the block right now,” Myungjun supplies easily. “Despite how good I’m sure most of your fans are, there will always be people who aren’t. Just a few bad apples can spoil the bunch.”

Yejung clarifies, “It’s about safety and privacy. There are sasaengs who follow you around and take pictures without your consent. There are people who would do anything to support their favourite celebrities, including defaming you guys by any means necessary. The internet is a powerful weapon. Who’s to say it won’t be used against you because of this?”

No one argues with that. Each of the members has dealt with the bad side of the internet more than once, if in different ways. Though none of them refute what Yejung said, it’s her next question that really gets their minds turning.

“Who’s to say your soulmate won’t get hurt?”

Your soulmate.

Jihoon’s soulmate.

Hurt? No.

No no no no no.

A rising panic stains the room, and Yejung and Myungjun share a look that all but a few miss.

“Which—” Yejung puts more volume into her voice to grab the attention of the members, and maybe to pull them away from whatever spiralling they were about to do. “—is why we’re asking you all to just lay low for a while.”

“Lay low?” Junhui echoes.

Myungjun nods again. “For now, the short-term plan is to continue propagating the idea that you’re all each other’s platonic soulmates.”

“Just while research is still being done,” Yejung says. “It also gives us at the company an opportunity to figure things out in the meantime.”

Seungcheol’s brows furrow, suspicious. “What are you asking us to do to” —he puts his fingers up in air quotes— “‘lay low’?”

Myungjun and Yejung share another look, and he sighs, knowing that he’s better adept to being the bearer of bad news.

“Don’t go looking for your soulmate.”

The room practically bristles.

Yejung puts both her hands out, as if the irritation in the air is something she can actually push down. “Actively,” she clarifies. “Don’t go actively searching for this person. The last thing we want is to stop you guys from finding, uh, love, but… you can understand how weird this all is, right? The entire situation is a grey area.”

For the first time since this whole meeting started, Jeonghan actually looks a bit put off. "But they're my soulmate," he says, ignorant to the way some of the boys react to his use of the word my.

"They're also an unknown variable," Myungjun replies. He too ignores the mumbles and grumbles of the members; he's had years of practice with that. "This is nowhere near the same thing as one of you having a secret boyfriend or girlfriend or partner. You guys are all connected to this person. We can't just walk into this blind. One wrong move, and your soulmate’s well-being could be at stake. If worst comes to worst, they might be forced to forget what ‘privacy’ even means.”

Jihoon can tell, easily, Myungjun is weaponizing the safety of his — their soulmate to influence their compliance, but shit, it works. He feels something itching under his skin, an urge to protect someone he doesn’t even know. “Okay,” he says.

Scandalized, Soonyoung gapes at Jihoon like he just claimed something truly offensive like, actually, tigers aren’t that cool. “Jihoon! You can’t be serious— my soulmate is waiting for me!”

Everyone’s getting a little too cozy with this whole my business…

But Jihoon just shrugs, his face the picture of stoicism and maturity. “It’s just for now.”

“Just for now,” Yejung reassures.

Seungcheol nods, his lips in a contemplative pout rather than the typical whining one. “You’re right,” he cedes to the staff. “It’ll be a media circus if word gets out.”

“Wouldn’t it be worth it?” Vernon asks no one in particular.

He doesn’t get an answer.

Myungjun clears his throat. “Look, we’re just asking for some time here. Everything I’ve heard about soulmates suggests that you will find this person, whether you go looking for them or not. I, for one, want to be prepared for when — not if — that happens.”

Relaxing a bit in his chair, Seokmin lets out a tiny sigh through his nose. He looks at his hands in his lap for a second, then back up at Myungjun. “Promise?”

Yejung seems to find relief in the gradual lessening of tension in the room, and she smiles. “Promise.”

Jihoon watches the way Seokmin’s smile grows, then gets pushed back as Seokmin tries and fails to hide his giddiness as he looks down at his lap again. The idea that this fated meeting is, well, fated is eliciting a similar reaction in many of them.

“For what it’s worth,” Myungjun cuts into whatever the heck is happening between the boys without care. “We’re asking you guys not to look for them, but if they find you…” He lets out a half-chuckle. “Well, not much we can do about that.”

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Writer’s block is certainly not something Jihoon’s never dealt with, but as he sits there in his studio, one hand hovering over the keyboard and the other clutching uselessly to the mouse he hasn’t done anything with except swirl around for the last hour, he wonders if it’s ever been as bad as this. The same pressure as always weighs upon him. More songs. More hits. More collabs. More More More More More.

It’s strange, though. He’s had days where he’s not coming up with anything. Weeks. He’s gone through longer droughts, so why is this one night making his entire body ache? Why does the dull pain seep from his chest to the tips of his fingers?

He wants to write for you, but he doesn’t know who you are.

“Hyung?” Seungkwan pokes his head into the studio, hair still mussed from when he woke up. “Have you been here all night? It’s almost eight.”

Jihoon just grimaces in response, and Seungkwan clicks his tongue.

“And you say you love sleep so much… tch. We have that radio appearance in three hours, so I was sent to save you from yourself. The makeup team can take care of those dark eyebags”

Though he could probably use the rest, Jihoon pinches the skin around his wrist to keep himself from falling asleep in the van as it gets driven from the salon to the broadcasting station. If he falls asleep now, it’ll be a whole hassle to get him back up and alert again.

He stares at his mark. The five straight lines just sit there, blank.

His soulmate hasn’t sang in a couple days — not since that meeting about them.

Jihoon has to wonder. Do they not know how the mark shared between them and the rest of the members works? Or… are they doing it on purpose? To sever the mark before it can lead him anywhere.

It’s almost like they know.

Oh? Your company doesn’t want you to find me? You got it, boss. Never liked singing anyway.

He has to admit, though, his soulmate didn’t sing much before, either. When he could catch his mark playing, it never lasted long, but he always pulled his phone out anyway to record it on video. He would play the video back, humming along to a clef and key he’d have to guess, then sing what he’d come up with into google and hope for the best. A couple of Day6 songs, some American artists, one Mozart and one Beethoven, some tunes he couldn’t even identify — maybe they sang out of key or just skipped notes they didn’t feel like hitting. He could hardly blame his soulmate for not singing every day. It’s not everyone’s job.

But if they know their soulmate can see it… wouldn’t they sing at least a little?

Jihoon is hungry.

“I would kill for an iced coffee right now,” Seungkwan says from the backseat.

Joshua doesn’t look up from his phone. “There will be some at the venue.”

“But their coffee always tastes so bad.” Wrinkling his nose, Seungkwan crosses his arms. “It’s like ninety-nine percent water, and then they pour it over a full cup of ice.”

“It’s free. What do you expect?” Jeonghan counters.

Seungkwan frowns. “Coffee.”

Seokmin opens his mouth to join the budding conversation, but he stops short when Jihoon groans out, “Can we pull over?”

Their driver meets Jihoon’s eyes in the rearview mirror, a bit surprised. She asks, worried, “Are you okay?”

“Just wanna grab something to eat.”

The car pulls up in front of a cafe, which looks empty enough for the staff member in the driver’s seat to give it their stamp of approval. The boys don’t generally run into trouble in public eateries, but they still try to be careful.

“I’m going to park around the corner,” the driver tells him.

“Get me an iced coffee while you’re in there!” Seungkwan yells out the window after Jihoon slides the van door in his face.

Jihoon lifts one non-committal hand halfway up in the air as he walks off, not caring if Seungkwan sees it or not.

Neither the coffee shop nor its menu are anything to write home about, but Jihoon stands patiently in line while the person in front of him tries to explain to the tired barista that they had to have the drink they want in stock because they ordered it last time, while the barista calmly states that they’ve never even heard of a frappu-cappu-latte. He eyes the pastries and sandwiches in the display case, and when the customer in front of him finally walks out with a huff, he orders something to eat for himself and a coffee for Seungkwan. Not because of feelings-that-shall-not-be-named, of course. Jihoon just felt like it is all.

He’s about to walk out when that familiar sensation pinches at his right hand, and he looks down at his mark. Notes, for the first time in 79 hours — not that he’s been counting — flit across the staff, and his eyes widen. With his left hand, he puts down the paper bag with the sandwich in it and pulls out his phone, ready to record the music, but he pauses. He recognizes the notes. It’s easy to read because it’s playing right now.

A soft rock song plays quietly through the cafe speakers, going on about zombies or something, and it corresponds exactly with the notes on the hand still holding Seungkwan’s precious coffee.

Jihoon whips his head up and around, desperate for something or someone just on the tip of his tongue. There aren’t that many people in the coffee shop, and he can quickly tell that neither the barista nor the old couple sitting in the corner are singing.

He sees your back first, your face hidden as you look out the window, and then he hears it.

Slowly, he approaches behind you, your humming becoming more and more clear with each step. He wants to roll around in a field of your voice. He wants to drink it like warm soup.

What the fuck? He needs to get his shit together.

Say hello, his brain oh so helpfully supplies. Don’t be weird.

And he means to. He really does. Jihoon is mature and chill and calm under duress. He’s pined after by millions. He’s humble and cool.

He’s pouring Seungkwan’s coffee on you.

Your entire body jolts, your drink flying out of your hand before you turn around with shock and fury mixed in your eyes.

Oh, god, your eyes.

“What the fuck!” you blurt out, and Jihoon’s eyes flick down to his hand, where the notes have disappeared and left only the five lines behind.

You’re real, you’re here, and—

“Hello?!”

—and you’re extremely pissed at him.

“Shit,” he whispers, so quiet even he can barely hear it, and no one could tell he’s saying anything underneath his mask. “Fuck. Shit. Fuck.”

“Why would you do that?!” You step closer to him, and in the back of his mind, Jihoon registers that he’s crushed both the cup in his right hand and the lid in his left. You squint, eyes skirting over his facial features not hidden by his mask. “Do I even know you?”

Jihoon stumbles back, half because this is exactly what his company told him not to do, and half because he’s incredibly intimidated. “I… I’m— Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean? Didn’t mean to straight up pour your coffee on me?”

Intelligently, he says, “It’s not my coffee.”

You scoff in clear disbelief, and Jihoon wants to smack himself. Lifting your hand, you open your mouth to no doubt tell him off some more — well deserved, honestly — but an alarm sounds. Gasping, you turn around and hurry back to your table, grabbing your phone and silencing the alarm with a quiet, “Damn it.”

Jihoon can only stand, frozen, while you quickly pack up your things. You almost speed-walk right past him to leave, but then you seem to change your mind, a determined frown of your face.

Weird how that’s cute, too.

“Give me your phone.” You hold your hand out.

Jihoon blinks. “My…?”

“Phone,” you finish for him, moving your fingers as if to say, come on, hand it over.

Well. How can he argue with that?

You type something into his phone that he can’t see because he’s busy being stupefied.

“Here.” You click his phone off and hand it back to him. “If you block me, I’ll kill you.”

And then you’re gone.

Jihoon just stands there, in the middle of the cafe, his phone in his hand and the plastic cup abandoned on another empty table.

On his phone, a text thread is open to an unknown number. Only one message has been sent, technically from him.

I’ll pay you back for the shirt

He stares at the text for a good while, a text from his soulmate to his soulmate.

Holy fuck this is his soulmate’s number.

Jihoon’s gawking is only interrupted by a message popping up over the unknown number.

[jeonghan] staff says get back here or we’re gonna be late

When Jihoon returns to the van, not just Seungkwan, but he and the rest of the vocal unit all give him a weird look. He’s holding his phone close to his chest, clutched so tight between his fingers you’d think it’s made of pure gold.

Yejung’s words from the meeting, right before dismissing everyone for the day, echo in the back of his mind.

“If you do happen to cross paths with your soulmate, tell us immediately. We need to keep this in-house.”

Jihoon smiles, almost a breath of a laugh, and he shakes his head to himself.

Oppositely, Seokmin frowns, and he leans closer to Joshua to stage-whisper, “I think he’s more sleep-deprived than we thought.”

Seungkwan addresses it directly, though. He scrutinizes Jihoon’s free hand, which is, well, free.

“Did you even buy anything?”

⭒

In the cafe, a tired, broke, just-trying-to-get-through-college barista mops the floor clean of two drinks, muttering, “One more weirdo and I’m quitting this fucking job.”

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rowretro · 8 months

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𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DISMEMBERRING

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✧CHAPTER 5✧

About a week past, the two enemies had full fledged fights downstairs, but didn’t scream or shout so much due to there being a baby in the house. No one suspected a thing as the 2 came to school as per usual, knowing that the baby is safe with the maid. However, Yunjin did find out about their baby secret, and decided to support y/n’s choice, seeing how genuine the girl was.

Y/n smiled as she rocked the little baby, Yunjin helping her put some shopping in the car’s boot. “Y/n? Yunjin- I- aww who’s this little cutie~” Jake sang as he poked the baby’s cheek, Riki stood right behind Jake, rolling his eyes when he saw y/n “Uh me and Yunjin had a baby together-” y/n said as Yunjin frowned, turning to face her .

“Gurl. I’m way too old to date you- let alone have a baby with you” Yunjin pointed out. “Ha… haha! You believed it for a sec- nah I’m just watching over this little one for a relative” y/n said as Jake understandingly nodded. “Hyung. I don’t want to be here.” Riki said as Jake rolled his eyes “Kay ima drag him away before another fight starts” Jake said walking away with the taller male.

Sighing, y/n gently placed the 5 month old in her carrycot, making sure it was securely strapped to the car seat. Yunjin started driving as y/n sat in the back with the baby. “Y/n… what would you do if the baby’s an orphan?...” Yunjin asked as the girl frowned. “I’ll adopt it.” she simply said as Yunjin glanced up at the mirror, “Huh- why not leave her at an orphanage with other kids?” she asked as the girl played with the baby’s hands.

“I don’t want to… She deserves to have at least someone in her life who she can run to and count on knowing that the person whom she trusts doesn't get paid to be a Guardian… plus the luckiest kids there do end up getting adopted. Didn’t I?” y/n asked as she looked in the mirror, Yunjin’s view now on the road ahead. “Well you didn’t exactly get the best parents… If anything you’re lucky Sunoo’s your brother.” She pointed out as the girl smiled.

“But this baby girl won’t have to worry about landing in a bad family… she has me… I’ll remind her she’s always beautiful, and I won’t let a single soul hurt her” y/n said with a smile as she stared down at the baby. “I’d be more like a best friend than a mother” she added as the baby cooed, gripping onto her finger, softly. Yunjin didn’t bother trying to reason with the girl, she heaved a sigh and continued driving them home.

“So Sunoo’s paying you to babysit y/n? Why not Jay?” Jake asked as Riki groaned “Stop asking so many questions… I just need to stay out of my house and out of dad’s sight for a while, okay?” Riki said, hearing this, Jake didn’t bother asking any follow up questions. “Damn she has a fancy ass greenhouse? How’d she afford that?” Jake asked, as he stared outside, into the garden. “Assuming Sunoo bought it- there’s a shit ton of butterflies inside-” Riki said as he went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer can.

“Time away from your dad and free alcohol, no wonder you wanted to stick around in this place.” Jake said as Riki snickered, throwing the male a can. “The best stuff is in her bedroom-” Riki said with a smirk as Jake gave him a rather horrified look “Not that you dirty minded shit. She has weed-” Riki said as Jake rolled his eyes “Anyways, the girls are on their way back, you best get going. I’ll see you at the race track tonight, yeah?” Riki said as Jake got up to leave. “I still don’t think you should be racing…” Jake trailed off, concern somewhat evident in his voice.

Not too long later, y/n arrived with the baby, the tiny little girl, safely in her arms, as she walked around the room, rocking her gently. Riki’s eyes fixed on the 2 girls. “I got a call from the police regarding the baby… they found her mom” Riki said as y/n turned to him “They did? Where is she? Is she-” “They found her body… someone murdered her.” Riki explained, cutting of y/n’s questions. “Oh… did they find her father?” she asked, hugging the baby closer to herself “He’s their suspect… they found his DNA on the butchers knife used to chop up her limbs… and he fled the country…” Riki added as the girl stared in horror.

“Yeah… you might have to take her to the orphanage after all” Riki simply said as he got up, stretching. “No. I’m keeping her…” y/n said as Riki frowned “You’re seventeen y/n. Be for real.” Riki said as the girl shrugged “I mean I took good care of her all this time didn’t I?” she asked as Riki scoffed “No- you had me to help you out, when I leave, you will end up hurting the poor thing.” Riki simply said as the girl ignored him. “Since when have I ever listened to you Nishimura?...” she simply asked, the baby now asleep on her chest.

“Fuck you’re so annoying Kim y/n… can’t believe I have to be stuck under the same roof as you.” Riki mumbled, as he glared at the girl. Heck he wondered why he even bothered to help her all this time, he hates her, he hates her with pure passion. He really does… does he?....

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

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bangtansmauyeondan · 8 months

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Heartbeat (Midnight’s Minuet Bonus 4)

This is the fourth bonus chapter of the Midnight’s Minuet series. Please make sure to read the whole series and the other drabbles to have a better understanding on how two people who hated each other ended up here!

WRITTEN PART BETWEEN IMAGES!

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Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff

Summary: Out of safety and well, selfish reasons, you and your husband have decided to keep a not-so-little thing a little secret… until it all spilled over one day.

“Hyung, what were you dreaming about?” Jimin asked Yoongi teasingly, eyes not moving from the screen as he fidgets away on his gaming console controller.

“What are you talking about?” Yoongi huffed as he slid his phone back in his pocket, sitting up straight on Jimin’s couch.

“You were smiling in your sleep earlier.”

“I wasn’t sleeping. I just closed my eyes for a bit and I just remembered something,” Yoongi defended without a bite to his words, recalling how cutely you’re freaking out over his mother stumbling upon “the thing,” which is frankly just a piece of paper stuck on the side of the fridge.

“Please don’t tell me you’re having sexy thoughts about your wife on my new couch, in my new apartment,” Jimin opted out of his game and narrowed his eyes at the older man.

“Am I not allowed to have sexy thoughts about my wife?” He jested, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk.

“She’s my sister!” Jimin feigned a wail of despair as he slid himself dramatically off the couch and onto his fluffy living room rug. “My rank is also dipping in this stupid game,” he pouted, blowing raspberries and rolling his eyes.

It’s been a few weeks since Jimin moved into a bigger apartment after finishing his lease in the one that you previously rented before marrying Yoongi. He’s also been going through a rough breakup, so Yoongi (and Jungkook sometimes) makes it a point to hang out with him during his free time.

Yoongi really had no idea that his mother was coming over at the penthouse this weekend, and you were busy testing new recipes, specifically telling him to get out of the way (i.e. ‘get lost, go out, just don’t distract me’). So he had no problems leaving you in your own sugary sweet bubble, especially since he doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of your mood swings.

A quick exchange of messages with Seokjin has confirmed his mother’s plan to go shopping with Nara the next day for some stuff for his new nephew, and that she’s staying at one of the family suites at the hotel. It’s only normal for her to go up to the penthouse to pay her other daughter-in-law a lovely visit.

Yoongi stood up from the couch, grunting like an old man, before stretching his arms out and cranking his neck from side to side, getting ready to leave. “Since Jungkook has already left for his date, do you wanna come home with me? YN said Eomma just came over.”

Jimin’s eyes flashed in excitement as he stood up with Yoongi, throwing the controller on the couch. “Okay!”

“She also said I really don’t need to babysit you all the time and asked me to come home.”

“Nah, she didn’t say that.” Jimin snorted at his brother-in-law’s blatant lie.

***

“Eomoni, stay for dinner. I’ll have Yoongi drive you home tonight,” you smiled warmly at your mother-in-law as you took the tofu out of the fridge, getting ready to start preparing for dinner.

“Oh I’d love to stay for dinner, sweetie,” she rounded the kitchen island and picked up a few onions from your produce basket, bringing them directly to the sink. “Don’t you worry about driving me home. I’m staying at the suite this evening because Nara and I have plans for tomorrow.”

“Oh that sounds lovely,” the affection for your bestfriend and sister-in-law is apparent in your voice. “I met her a few days ago because she picked up some raspberry tarts for Jihyo.”

“Jihyo loves those tiny raspberry tarts,” your mother-in-law almost swooned at the thought of her granddaughter. “When Seokjin was about her age, he loved munching on berries too. Especially strawberries.”

“Like father, like daughter!”

“When your husband was little, he loved any kind of sherbet, and that boy couldn’t live without tangerines!”

“Yoongi still loves tangerines, Eomoni,” you chuckled. “There’s this mixed citrus galette that I make for him all the time, and the ratio is supposed to be fifty percent grapefruits and fifty percent blood oranges. But overtime, it has become fifty percent mixed grapefruits and blood oranges, and fifty percent tangerines.”

“Wow. That sounds delicious. I bet it tastes sweeter, too!”

“It does. Yoongi knows his flavors,” you smiled at his mother fondly.

“I wonder if future baby Yoongi will get their dad’s sweet tooth,” she hummed nonchalantly, as she started slicing up the onions into nice thin rings. “By the way, Nara and I are shopping for little Junhee’s clothes tomorrow. That boy is growing too fast!” She exclaimed gleefully. “Do you wanna come with us?”

“Eomma, why are you trying to kidnap my wife?” Yoongi appeared in the kitchen just in time, and gave his mother a hug that surprised her, before going over to you to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

“Eomoni!” Jimin followed suit, giving Yoongi’s mother a hug too. “What are you making for dinner?”

“Ohhh, Jimin-ah!” Your mother-in-law cradled Jimin’s face between her palms, which warmed your heart. “I’m helping Yn make sundubu jjigae.” She quickly looked over at Yoongi with a hard stare, “Where have you been? Why did you leave your wife alone at home?”

“I was babysitting Jimin.”

“That’s not tr–”

“Did you just come in? How come we didn’t hear you coming?” You asked, thumbing away a loose strand of Yoongi’s hair away from his face.

“You two were just busy talking, honey.”

“Your hair has grown out,” Yoongi’s mother commented. “I like it that way. Keep it. Don’t cut it.”

Yoongi nodded and just agreed wordlessly with her mother, and you and Jimin couldn’t help but exchange amused glances.

A/N — Surprise! I hope you enjoyed this. If you read back on their text messages, OC goes from yelling and cursing at him to telling him ily and i miss you. PREGNANCY MOOD SWINGS! 🥹

#bangtansmauyeondan #bts imagines #yoongi x reader #midnight's minuet #yoongi fluff #yoongi will be the death of me

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sungbeam · 7 months

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𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗! — eight

viii. is that my shirt ?!

2.1k written (omg im sorry)

in which sungchan's so-called plan includes a dash of jealousy, a pinch of friendship, and ... jisung's shirt??

park jisung x f!mc ; humor, mentions of alcohol, swearing, uhm ur wearing jisung's shirt at some point so if u think that's uncomfy...

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a/n: surprise 😭? ik u all probably don't even remember what's going on cuz it's almost been TWO YEARS since the last update,, im sorry btw 😭 anyways, it's only this long bc i was stupid when i outlined this and i had to write more to make my stupid idea not sound as stupid

You could already tell that Mark was given speaker privileges when you pulled up outside the house and you felt the bass pulsing through your car. Your brother Mark had a few different aux cord modes: bass boost, lo-fi hoe, Celine Dion, and just plain stripper. You didn't particularly enjoy the latter because that was your brother (gross), but all of the others were quite enjoyable.

Chaeryeong told you earlier she would be coming with her dance club friends, so you had coerced Sungchan to carpool with you. Well, you actually hadn't needed to do any persuading. He somehow just… asked you. Huh. Weird.

"I didn't even realize I stole this shirt," you told him as the two of you hiked up the front lawn of the house, narrowly dodging a couple giggly boys stumbling down the street. You wrinkled your nose at the distinct "Beatbox" logo written in charmingly messy bubble letters on the front, signifying that one charity event the boys hosted a year ago. The back had been decorated in more pen inked doodles and a scrawl you guessed was close to Mark's. Or maybe it was Jeno's… either way, Sungchan had found it tucked among the rest of your t-shirts and you threw it on with no further complaints.

Sungchan shrugged, holding the door open for you as you both entered into the throes of the party. "You didn't realize you stole my pen that one time."

"A pen is different than a whole damn shirt though."

You glanced over at him to see if you had lost him to the crowd, but you should have known better since he towered almost everyone here. He seemed to have gotten a text from someone, but he was quick to tuck his phone away and search the crowd. "Who're you looking—"

He slung an arm over your shoulders and steered you toward the living room. "No one. C'mon, Mark hyung just asked me to bring you over to the DJ booth. Something about cashing in a song suggestion."

That immediately drew your attention. "I can't believe he remembered."

(And Sungchan couldn't believe he just got away with that. He looked over his shoulder toward the hallway where he saw Jisung's face appear in the crowd, then caught his eyes. Sungchan grinned to himself. It was time to get started.)

When you and Sungchan finally reached the DJ booth, Mark greeted you by handing you his phone. Mark and Sungchan exchanged looks over your head—everything was going perfectly.

"Hey, I'm gonna get us some drinks," Sungchan told you with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. You nodded to him as you scrolled through your song choices, but Sungchan was practically gone.

Not even a few steps away, Jisung appeared before him, his dark bangs hanging in his eyes. "Oh, hey."

Sungchan chirped back at him, "'Sup, man."

Jisung narrowed his eyes just slightly, head cocking to the side. "Is Yn here?"

Sungchan almost laughed at how well this was going. "Yeah, she's back with Mark. I was actually just gonna get her a drink—"

"I can get it," he said, and his eyes widened as if even he was surprised he just said that. He cleared his throat, cupping the back of his neck. "Uh—I mean, I can get all of us drinks. I was actually gonna ask if Mark hyung wanted anything."

Suuuure, Sungchan wanted to say. But he could respect this guy's quick thinking. "Oh, cool. Thanks, dude. I think Mark hyung says he's okay, so it's just Yn."

"Cool." And then he was gone.

As Sungchan turned back to the DJ table, he realized Jisung hadn't even asked Sungchan what you wanted or liked to drink.

When he returned to the DJ table, you threw Sungchan a confused look. "I thought you were getting drinks?"

He shrugged helplessly. "Jisung said he'd get them."

"Jisung?" Now, why in the world…

As if your brain had magically manifested him, you spied Jisung carefully maneuvering through the crowd. In one veiny hand, he clutched the necks of two bottles of some mystery liquor, most likely beer, while he raised a little can of ginger ale into the air over his head as if scared the bodies around him would spill it (yes, spill a sealed can of ginger ale).

You couldn't help but eye his attire—the white tank top beneath a dark bomber jacket, paired with a pair of black jeans. There was a silver chain link choker around his neck, and Sungchan even raised his eyebrows at the way your eyes made a generous sweep of the newcomer's form.

You hated him, huh?

Jisung set the beer bottles on the cleared off space on Mark's table, his eyes meeting yours first. He passed you the ginger ale, "Hey, for you."

You accepted it with a hasty nod. He must have asked Sungchan what you wanted.

"Oh, thanks." You took the bottom hem of the Beatbox T-shirt you wore and swiftly swiped it over the rim of the can, before cracking it open with a satisfying click and hiss.

Jisung clasped the back of his neck instinctually, but when he saw the shirt you wore, he thought offhandedly that you and he could've matched. Not that he wanted to match with you. Definitely not. Why would he want that?

You were probably wearing one of your brothers', but he could've sworn the little doodle on the corner of your shoulder looked… familiar.

Wait.

Wait a goddamn second.

Jisung's eyes widened in alarm.

Sungchan held back a snicker. "Uh, you good, Jisung?"

Jisung coughed, glancing over at Mark in case he had caught him staring, too, but the older Lee brother had already turned the opposite way to speak to Vernon from the SVT fraternity. Jisung popped open his beer bottle, then passed the other to Sungchan. "Yeah, ahem, I'm great. Hey, Yn, is that Mark's shirt?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you ducked your head to look at the shirt. "Actually, I'm not really sure."

"Oh really? 'Cause… I… I think it's mine."

You sputtered a laugh. "Good joke."

He grimaced. "Can you… turn around?"

"Turn around? Why?"

If Sungchan's eyes weren't deceiving him, he was certain Park Jisung was blushing.

Jisung sighed, a stressed sound. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead as he inspected the shirt you wore closer. “Because I would've written my name somewhere on the back,” he mumbled with a wince.

You could feel your face and neck warm after he stated his reason, and in an effort to get this matter solved so he could stop staring at you, you turned around. After a moment of silence, you twisted your head over your shoulder to peer back at Sungchan and Jisung. “See? Not your shirt.”

“Except, it definitely is his shirt, Yn,” Sungchan said, lifting his free hand up to cover his grin.

“What?”

Jisung had gone quiet, eyes widened like twin saucers. Not a thought passed behind those eyes as you attempted to look at your back to confirm exactly what both Sungchan and Jisung were telling you. It was impossible—how in the world could Jisung's shirt appear in your closet?

“Sungchan, is it really his shirt?” You asked your friend, pleading for him to tell you this was all a huge misunderstanding.

Sungchan had the decency to look sheepish. He reached over and gently grabbed your shoulder, pulling a part of the T-shirt edge so you could see. This brought you and him closer together as he pointed out Jisung's name to you.

The movement did not go unnoticed by Jisung, who watched this interaction with a wariness he didn't know what to make of. You were wearing his shirt, and somehow looked… good in it…? His eye twitched—why weren't you as friendly with him as you were with Sungchan? He could totally be a good friend—

Acceptance, swiftly followed by immense embarrassment, swept over you. It seemed it wasn't just Jisung who had gone quiet; neither of you could look the other in the eye.

After stepping away from you, Sungchan's eyebrows arched high as he sipped his beer and his gaze flickered between the two of you. “Well, this is awkward,” he mused unhelpfully.

That was enough to snap Jisung out of his daze. He clasped a hand on the back of his neck. “Would you be more comfortable in one of your brothers’ shirts? I can go grab one for you to change into—”

“Oh, uhm, yeah. I can just go upstairs and raid Mark's closet or something. I'm sure you'd like your shirt back.”

“No—I mean,” he sputtered, “yeah. It's no worries, really, if you don't wanna go through the trouble.”

Sungchan suppressed a screech akin to a pterodactyl. He hadn't thought you two would be this awkward around each other. It all played out a lot differently in his head, but… wait. Where the fuck did you go?

He realized quickly that you and Jisung were no longer right in front of him. Sungchan's head swiveled around nearby to search the crowd for you and Jisung, but it seemed that both of you were nowhere in the vicinity. Maybe you were headed up to swap shirts after all; that made his life easier.

As soon as you'd changed out of Jisung's Beatbox T-shirt and into one of Mark's Justin Bieber tour T-shirts, you prepared to step back out into the party. When you opened the door to Mark's bedroom, you found Jisung right where you'd left him, stationed outside while nursing his beer and holding your can of ginger ale.

“Here's your shirt,” you said to him, drawing his attention to you.

“Ah, thanks.” He traded you his T-shirt for your drink, but still, neither of you could hold eye contact.

For a moment, you racked your brain for something to say to loosen all this tension. “Uhm, you did great at the showcase, by the way. Your performance, I mean.”

Jisung's head perked up. “Oh, you stayed for it?” There was an intonation in his voice just now—you’d actually stayed and you also complimented him? He didn't understand why his heart was rattling around in his ribcage like a stampede of galloping horses, but he guessed it had something to do with the fact that he was pleasantly surprised. Something like pride filled his chest.

You gave a small nod, and if he wasn't mistaken, it almost looked shy. “I did end up staying. The thing I thought I had planned…” you trailed off and you filled the silence with a nonchalant shrug.

“Well, thanks for watching and I'm glad you thought I did well,” he said with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Was he finally getting through to you? Were you warming up to him at last?

He couldn't help but search your face then in the dim hallway light. Were your eyes always so pretty? There was a small smudge of silver glitter on the side of your cheek that glistened like diamonds, and he recognized it from somewhere on his shirt. It must have gotten into your face while you were changing.

He raised a hand, then froze. “Uh, you've got a little—a little something—” He pointed to his own cheek to tell you where it was.

“Oh!” You used the back of your hand to rub at it, but because glitter never listened the first time, it stayed put. “Is it gone?”

He winced. “No, it's, uhm—right… right there…”

You tried again, and he awkwardly tried to point it out without actually touching your face.

On your fourth attempt, he huffed. “Here,” he muttered, lifting his hand and gently brushing the glitter off.

When he was done, his hand fell back to his side like a dead weight as reality came crashing back. He coughed. “It's gone now.”

You averted your eyes. “Oh, cool, thanks.”

“Anyways, I should probably go put this away,” he said, gesturing down the hall toward his room with the shirt in his hand.

You gave an eager nod. “Right, yeah. I'll just—I’ll see you back down at the party then?”

Jisung bobbed his head in agreement. “Yeah, for sure! See you down there.”

Like two rats, the pair of you scurried away from each other in opposite directions. Even as you were descending the stairs, you threw a look back at Jisung, who was opening his bedroom door at the end of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Jisung had tossed you a glance just milliseconds before.

You swore you could still feel the brush of his fingers against your cheek, but it wasn't like it meant anything, right?

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cherlv · 1 year

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˚ · . ENHYPEN IMAGINE # 1 *ೃ༄

LEE HEESEUNG

ೃ⁀ bf!heeseung x reader

GENRE ♡ fluff, romance, crack.

ABOUT ♡ your boyfriend volunteered to babysit your little niece.

💌 > hi! This is my first fic in tumblr lol! I haven't been in tumblr in a while and this is my new account! I hope you support me! It's my first time trying to write, so i hope you like it? Haha.

WARNING ◆ this story is for entertainment purposes only. Use of pet names, not proof read? Please lmk if i missed any!

Song of the day !

You're at a family gathering. Your mother invited you to go last week.

You watch as your nephews and nieces run around the backyard. You smile at the warm scene. Their smiles were never fake, just carefree. You wished to experience, even just for one day. Studying at the university has been really hard. Getting piled up with many projects, and most importantly your research paper. You still haven't— not able to think of a title. Gosh, this was a lot easier back in highschool.

Oh, you'd kill to experience being carefree again. You sigh at the thought.

"(Name)?" Someone calls you. You turn to see who called you.

Oh, its your mom. Your face lit up even more, you haven't seen her in months.

"Hey mom," you greet her, engulfing her in an embrace.

"Oh (name) you made it! I miss you so much," She says, you apologetically smiled at her, feeling bad because you barely put anytime for her.

"Sorry, mom. I've been really busy and I couldn't call you," you say, rubbing your nape.

"Don't be sorry, sweet. As long as you're doing good– by the way, didn't you tell me you'd bring your boyfriend today?" She suddenly asked, surprising you a little.

"Yeah, haha. He's on his way right now— oh he's here!" You point at heeseung, with a big smile on your face.

He approaches you with is arms opened wide, and you hug him tight. "You made it!" You say happily.

"Oh heeseung," you mother greets, "I haven't seen you too in a while!"

Your mother and Heeseung start sharing a conversation. You stare at them fondly, without realizing that you've been smiling so hard.

The family gathering ended after a few hours. You exchanged goodbye's, and hugged your other relatives.

"Mom, me and Hee will get going now," you say, "today was fun."

Your mom smiles, " I'm glad you had fun, bye (name). Careful on your way back!"

You and heeseung qave her goodbye, you were about to leave, but you were stopped by your brother.

"Oh, Jun-ho!"

"We're leaving now, see you next—"

"Wait!" Your brother cuts you off. "I need a teeny tiny favor to ask? If that's okay,"

You tilt your head in confusion. Why didn't he just asked this like- An hour ago or something? Not when you're about to leave? You mentally facepalmed yourself.

"Uh.. I have a business trip on Saturday day. Our babysitter quit on us the other day..." he trails off. Feeling a little bit hesitant to ask his little sister, who by the way, is busy with university.

"What is it?" Your tone was urging him to say it faster. Because you and heeseung really need to leave now.

"(Name) you inow I'm facing problem right now, and I really don't wanna bother you because you're busy with your studies," he explains, and you nod,

"No one will watch Ae-cha, I was thinking maybe you can watch her? It's really okay not to. I understand if—"

"It's fine Jun-ho. Just drop her of by friday." You tell him reassuringly, patting his back.

"Bye hyung." Your boyfriend bid him farewell.

You both hop in the car, fastening your seatbelt. The ride back to you and heeseung's apartment was calm and quiet.

"Babe, why did you say yes the Jun-ho's request?" Heeseung asks, his eyes still remained focused on the road. "Your major exams are coming up, I'm sure you need to study beforehand. "

"I know, hee. But it's been hard for my brother. He just got divorced, and I can see how this is taking a toll on him," you sigh, placing your head on the window, "and plus, it's hard to find trustworthy babysitters these days, and you can barely trust daycares too."

He glanced at you, seeing how stressed you looked. Heeseung understood your point.

Ping!

Heeseung has an idea.

"Hey, (name). Why don't I watch her for you instead?" He suggests, and you almost scoff at him.

"You're bluffing, I know you don't like babysitting, babe." You chuckle, and a pout formed on his lips.

"No I'm not! I'm being serious, I- I like kids!"

You sigh, "appreciate it. But no way I'm letting you watch Ae-cha." You say, trying to end the conversations right there. You and heeseung are very busy. You don't wanna trouble heeseung with anything. Plus, it was you who was asked to do it.

"Come on. You don't trust me?" He says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Ugh, stop it— you look so weird." You stop yourself from laughing. "I don't wanna bother you, okay?"

"Come on, you'll never be a bother. And you still have to do your research paper. I already done that so I got plenty of time to watch her!" He explains. You stop to think for a moment. He's right. You're thinking of considering.

"Are you sure though?" You say slowly, wanting to hear a confirmation.

"Yep! A 101%!" He flashes you a cute grin and quickly returned his gaze to the road.

"Auntie~!" A small voice calls you.

"Ae-cha~!" You mimic her cute tone, earning yourself a small pout. She's so adorable.

"Auntie will take care of me?" She asks innocently, looking up at you with glistening eyes.

You nod at her, and a big smile grew on her face.

"Hi Ae-cha!" Your boyfriend suddenly greets, scaring the life out of you.

"Yah! Lee Heeseung!" You smack his arm, earning a groan from him.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Auntie, who him?" She points at heeseung,

"Oh this is your uncle, uncle Heeseung!"

"Ooh! Uncle" she squeals, clapping her hands repeatedly. "I like uncle!"

Heeseung giggles, approaching her to lift her up.

"And— Ahhh!" They shout in unison, as heeseung lifted her up,

"Heeseung! Be careful!" You scold him, ready to catch your niece in case if heeseung drops her.

"Baby, let me handle this! Go to your meet up!"

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its-chelisey-stuff · 10 months

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now that the secret is out, BoGeol/Kiho doesn't see the point in hiding things and the guy is just dropping truth bombs:

OH MY GODDDDDDD

if i weren't rooting for him from the moment he showed up on my screen, I'd be doing so from this moment forward because damn. I LOVE that he not only answered the question but also said something every kdrama fan has thought at some point, because it's so true. And to be fair, he is a weirdo for waiting all these years for her hahahaha (even PEB agreed on an interview that it was too much) but we suspend disbelief here because it's a show.

Anyway I don't know why BoGeol being so self aware surprises me when we know he's tired of lying and hiding things and I guess that extends to his feelings as well. At the same time, this isn't nothing new, because both his parents (and even his psycho bio-father) know how much he cares for MokHa. And of course the man waited and looked for her all these years even when he wasn't sure she was still alive. That's just another level of devotion. I mean, I guess this is one of those situations where the heart just knows what reason and logic just ignore.

MokHa just said what she said out of shyness or embarrassment. But we know she likes him too. He was the first person she wanted to find after getting out of that island. They're equally down bad for each other hahaha and with this newfound honesty and boldness, MoKha will give into him in no time.

Side Note: i gotta say, i'm staring to feel a bit bad for the hyung. I was trying to convince myself he didn't have any strong feelings for MokHa, that he was just confused; basically what he told his parents when they asked, but he gave a really strong denial, making a fuss and that isn't normal. The guy likes MoKha and he knows is a lost battle because a)he's not the guy from her memories and the one who waited 15 years for her and b)that guy is his brother.

Man, I just knew when they said he liked to copy his brother, it wouldn't end well. This writer has done it again, and it's the one thing I hate in her writing. But this is worse than all the other love triangles because this time both men are brothers. That's just low.

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onemeangreenbean · 9 months

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Anything Ch 4

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, death (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, fighting, possessive Yoongi, jealous Namjoon

WORDCOUNT: 4,608

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Namjoon barely caught Wynter, her body slamming into his as she shook violently. Gently and swiftly he laid her convulsing body on the floor. He tried his best to rack his brain on what to do, how to help. He had never felt so useless before. He could hear Taehyung behind him asking him questions about what potions would work best or a spell that would at least stabilize her. Namjoon was trying to focus on what Taehyung was saying but all he could focus on was Wynter’s body shaking and the viscous blood that seemed to be pouring from her body. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and a wet gurgling coming from her throat as she tried to breathe.

All Namjoon could think about was how he was so stupid to never ask her out and to tell her how much she lit up his world every time she smiled. With every ragged wet breath she tried to take in, Namjoon was watching that image fade away - the ringing in his ear becoming deafening. A strong but firm grip on his shoulder stopped his spiraling thoughts before they could go any further. Namjoon looked up to see his older brother Jin staring down at the way he was clutching Wynter’s body close to his. “Hyung, please,” Namjoon voiced cracked, filled with unshed tears. He had no idea when he picked her up or when she stopped seizing. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m here and we are going to heal her. I’m not going to lose her to whatever this curse is,” Jin pried Wynter’s rapidly cooling body out if his brother grip and back onto the ground and began to do a quick assessment, unsure of if, or even when, the seizing would start back up again. Jin knew it was a curse but he didn’t know what it was, meaning he wasn’t trained on how to heal it. All Jin knew was that he needed to get Wynter stable so that he could figure out next steps.

Jin, moved all of his spiritual energy to his hands as he hovered them over her life points, trying the gauge where the curse was rooted at. Easier said than done as every point he went over was engulfed by the curse, gelatinous black energy coated everything like tar. Jin had never seen anything like it.

Sparing a glance at his brother, he had never seen Namjoon look so lost, defeated. When Taehyung pulled him from the restaurant and through the portal frantically trying to explain what was going on through tears he saw Namjoon clutching onto Wynter’s body like she was his whole world and it had just come crashing down all around him. “Whatever it is, is coming in waves. We need to try to mitigate it’s effects when she’s not seizing. We need to make sure that she’s not hurting herself,” Jin calmly explained.

“Namjoon!” When his brother didn’t response Jin looked up to find his gaze unfocus. Snapping his fingers in front of his face he regained his attention, “Namjoon, I need you to hold her still, especially her head and -” Grabbing a cloth from the table beside him he rolled it into a tube and placed it in her mouth. “We don’t need her biting her tongue off. She would kill us if we let her get disfigured.” Namjoon slide her head into his lap, making sure she was slightly on her side so she wouldn’t choke on her own blood. Her curls spilling over his thighs and around her head, clinging to her forehead with sweat. Jin was working as quickly as he could to heal her, but every place he would clear of the tar like curse as soon as he moved on it would reattach thicker. He needed something to prolong the effects. “Tae! Make me a sta-”. Jin didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before the most malevolent and oppressive energy he had yet to encounter came over him.

Yoongi had felt the soul bond light up and then flicker while he was finishing up in the temple. A searing pain pierced his unbeating heart before it faded into nothing. Not only was something wrong but Wynter was in danger. His hand still clutched his chest as he stumbled up and around the table. Waving his hand he returned the ancient library to it previous setting, hiding all the research that he did. He had been looking more into soul bonds and soulmates, while he didn’t want to believe what he was reading he couldn’t deny the tugging he was feeling in his chest. The thought that he, of all people, had a soulmate felt like a cruel trick from fate. He wanted to learn everything he could about it before he brought it up to Wynter, in case it was true.

She didn’t seem to keen on having a demon as a master, Yoongi really doubted that she would like one as a soulmate. Tucking the thought into the back of his head he apperated to Wynter, or a least as close as he could. She was so fucking good at wards it threw him back a few blocks from the bookstore. Another flare of pain radiated through his chest as whatever was happening to her flared up again. This time he pushed through her protection wards and made it to a scene he was not expecting.

Wynter’s head in the lap of another man. Her pretty yellow dress covered in blood and sweat as another man placed their hands over her body. Her small body convulsing as the men yelled at each other trying to find a way to stop it. She looked ten times worst then when she summoned him to save her the first time. Yoongi had a feeling the curse would come back, just not this soon and not this bad.

The man that was holding her head in his lap looked up and locked eyes with Yoongi. His dragon eyes narrowing into slits as Yoongi racked his brain for how he knew this shaman. Only for it to click at the last possible minute. “Oh fuck me.” A wave of spiritual energy blasted Yoongi across the room and into a bookcase. He recovered quickly and ducked behind another bookshelf as another blast hit the wall where he had been standing.

No wonder Wynter didn’t want Yoongi to accompany her to work. She worked for the Kim Clan. The ones who ripped him apart limp by limp and tossed him down into the deepest pits of the underworld without so much as a backward glance. It would be just his luck, but at least he was now sure that the shaman didn’t curse her. The Kim’s moral high horse would never allow them to use such a crass method to kill someone.

“Taehyung, take Wynter and get out of here.” Yoongi peeked around the corner and saw the two brothers who were taking care of Wynter when he got there pass her over to the youngest one. Seeing that this was an opportunity Yoongi struck throwing blast of razor sharp energy that struck the one with glasses in the thigh making him stumble dropping Wynter’s limp body a bit. Yoongi would apologize to her when he got them out of there in one piece.

Yoongi hated fights using just spiritual energy, he much rather preferred devices like swords, but he didn’t have enough power to summon them at this point. He didn’t even have enough power to keep up with the two shamans he was fighting currently. But he was holding his own against the two as blast of power and energy whizzed through the air like bullets destroying most things in the small shop.

He saw Taehyung headed over to a large antique mirror. If that little shit got Wynter through that portal there was no telling if Yoongi would be able to track her down before she died. Yoongi needed an opening and he needed one quick. He racked his brain as he continued to dodge the two brothers attacks. “I’m a fucking idiot,” he mumbled to himself. Steeling himself Yoongi took a deep breathe before coming out from behind his makeshift shield. The oldest, Jin, Yoongi gathered from the brothers yelling, sent a arrow of spiritual energy directly towards Yoongi’s face.

Channeling all of the demonic energy he had into his right hand Yoongi caught the shamans attack. He could feel the power crackle and lick at his skin as it tried to consume him. Glad he still remembered Jimin’s old trick. Yoongi looked up at the two brothers who were staring at him with varying looks of disbelief, and smirked. “Fire magic?” Thankfully that was also Yoongi’s specialty. Siphoning a small amount of spiritual energy from the attack for his own reserve, he added his own demonic energy before throwing it back at the two.

They jumped out just before the attack hit, incinerating the desk that was behind them. “How is he able to that?” Jin screeched. Staring wide-eyed at Namjoon who was tucked behind wayward bookcase.

Shaking his head Namjoon peered around the corner at the demon, who seemed to be struggling. That much was clear from his sluggish movements and lack luster attacks. He saw Taehyung finally get the portal to work. It was difficult to open with out the use of his hands as he was carrying Wynter bridal style.

She looked dead to Namjoon, hanging limply in his younger’s brothers arms. Her blood dripping down her arms and onto the floor. If she died Namjoon was going to make sure that Yoongi wished he never crawled up from whatever shitty pit he was in. He wasn’t going to get her no matter what. “Tae, go!” Namjoon yelled as he resumed attacking with all he had. Using his telekinesis to fling his strongest potions from the shelves at the demon.

Yoongi watched at Wynter disappeared through the portal with the young shaman. Trying and failing to reach her before it closed. “No!” She was going to fucking die if he didn’t get to her but even at this rate he was depleting what little energy he had in the useless fight. “Fuck it,” he mumbled as he absorbed all of the energy from Namjoon’s last attack transmuting it to manifist his corrupt device, his sword. Did it deplete everything he had to do it? Yes. Did he also need to hurry this fucking fight along? Also yes.

He knew he needed to find Wynter soon. The tightening in his chest was becoming worst letting him know that her condition was worsening, which considering what he saw wasn’t great. Between deflecting the Kim’s attacks with his sword, Yoongi was trying desperately to relocate Wynter. It was like every time he felt he had a lock on her location it would suddenly move.

An attack flew past his face grazing his cheek, he barely felt it as he kept fighting. Splitting his attention between two very different task. Another nicked the side of his calf causing him to stumble and lose his balance. He couldn’t find her and she was going to die without him. Yoongi couldn’t let her die. He had too many questions that needed answers. And what if she really was his soulmate. How shitty would it be to find her and lose her all within a week.

He was getting desperate. A being desperate was never a good thing to be in battle. Swing his sword in an arch in front of him sending a wave of spiritual energy careening into the brothers throwing them back several feet. Giving him enough breathing room to focus solely on locating Wynter. Taking a deep breathe he closed his eyes and followed the fading string connecting them until he found her on the other end. “Found you, gongjunim.”

Taehyung crossed through the portal and into his clans ancestral home. The hanok was large enough to house the entire clan on the rare occasion there was was a threat that called for them the circle the wagons. He tried not to think about how cold Wynter was in his arms as he rushed through the halls to Namjoon’s workshop. Adjusting her body in his arms along the way because the amount of blood was causing him to loose his grip on her. Shouldering the door open to the room he located the bed that sat against the wall.

A small whimper left Wynter as Taehyung laid her in the bed. “Shh, it’s okay,” He soothed as he walked over to the cabinet with all the ingredients. Taehyung couldn’t tell if he was trying to soothe her or himself but what he did know was that he needed his hands to stop trembling long enough for him to grab the stasis potion that Jin wanted him to get. Great thing about being able to peek into peoples minds is that people don’t ever have to finish their sentences.

The potion acquired, he went back to Wynter, saying the stasis incantation and kneeling next to the bed before carefully pouring it into Wynter’s mouth. He tried to make sure it all went in but a little dribbled down the sides of her mouth. Taehyung waited for the spell to take effect, going to run his hand through his hair only to stop after seeing all of the blood coating it, he sat it down beside him on the ground. He wanted to break down at the sight of one of her curls, ruffled by the slight breeze blowing though the open window, slow down and stop.

“Thank fuck,” he breathed out as he stood up. He just needed to keep it together long enough for either Namjoon or Jin to get here and fix whatever this was. Taehyung clamored back to his feet when he felt the same ominous presence from the bookstore fill the room. Barely able to turn towards the demon before he was flung into the wall.

Yoongi stood sword in hand expecting to have to put up another fight only to find that the youngest Kim stayed down on the ground. He wasn’t knocked out by any means but he also wasn’t rushing to get up to fight Yoongi like his brothers. Keeping his sword trained on the dark haired man Yoongi made his way over to where Wynter’s frozen body was laying. Her usually warm brown skin was beyond ashen, covered in a sheen of sweat and splotches of blood.

A stasis spell was smart on the shaman’s end as it suspended Wynter in time, and in turn the curse. While not actually trapping her in time, just significantly slowing the the progression of it. Yoongi felt his chest constrict at the sight of his “alleged” soulmate. The sound of running feet informed him that the other two had caught up to him.

He called forth a collar of fire that wrapped itself around Taehyung's neck raising him in the air until his feet barely scrapped the floor. Placing himself between Wynter and the two brothers as they stumbled into the room spells at the ready. Their hearts dropped as they saw Yoongi had their brother Sword at the ready, Yoongi stared them down, eyes dark, daring them to move.

Both Jin and Namjoon both dismissed their active spells putting their hands up. Namjoon’s brain was running through the different scenarios and outcomes of this, none of them were ideal. They could either save Taehyung or Wynter, but not both. “Back up,” Yoongi voiced in a low growl. His voice slightly distorted as he tried to reign in his demonic energy.

“Okay,” Namjoon said in a soft voice. “We’re not gonna do anything. Just let Taehyung go.” Their brother’s face was beginning to turn red as he tried and failed to stand on his toes. Namjoon could see that Tae had been able to get the stasis potion to her in time, so he could focus on saving his younger brother for now.

“How stupid do you think I am? Why would I let the only leverage I have go?”

“Valid point, but out of the two you’ll let him go before Wynter, correct?” Namjoon, questioned. He didn’t understand why the demon was guarding her so fiercely but he did see the way that Yoongi’s eyes narrowed when her name was mentioned. Moving ever so slightly to block their view of her. Namjoon could see Jin in peripheral trying inch his way towards the bed, so Namjoon needed to keep the demon talking. Before he could even utter another word, Yoongi’s gazed locked on the eldest.

“Back up before I removed his head from his body.” Yoongi closed his hand slightly, tightening the collar around Tae’s neck, the heat digging in and burning. Both Jin and Namjoon yelled at the younger mans struggle to intake air. His face becoming redder at the sudden loss of oxygen. Yoongi loosened the ring up a bit, he had no problem killing any of them in order to save Wynter, but had a feeling that she wouldn’t want it that way.��

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on or your interest in her, but what I do know is that Wynter needs help and us fighting isn’t going to solve anything. So please let us help her,” Namjoon pleaded with Yoongi. “The statasis spell won’t last forever and the longer this stand off last the less time we have to save Wynter.”

Yoongi lowered his sword slightly, chancing a peek behind him to her unconscious form lying on the bed. He knew logically that the shaman was correct, at most what Yoongi could do was expel the curse from her again, but clearly more was needed. Her countenance too weak and the curse too persistent for her to be able to naturally repel it. Wynter needed a long term healer to help rebuild her strength and a master of charms and potions to keep it away, and Yoongi was looking at two in front of him.

He was going to have work with them to help her and while it went against everything in him he needed to do it. The tightening in his chest was threatening to snap the thread the bound them together, reminding him of the urgency of her situation. “I agree.” Yoongi dropped his hand and the collar around Taehyung’s neck disappeared. The boy dropped to the floor coughing and gasping for air. The skin around his neck bloody and burnt from the fiery collar. “What business I have with Wynter is mine, but all you need to know is that I need her alive.”

Keeping his sword level and at the ready, Yoongi moved out of the way to create enough space for one of the men to get beside the bed. “You, healer,” pointing his sword at the broad man, Yoongi nodded for him to make his way of to the bed. Jin slowly crept to Wynter’s bedside until he could kneel beside it. The room was tense as Jin worked to heal Wynter, the spell helping to slow down the effects of the curse so that it wasn’t overtaking the sections he was healing. He worked methodically down her frail body until he was satisfied with his work.

The whole time Yoongi kept his unwavering gaze pointed at the two remaining brothers in the corner. As the healer worked on her could feel the tightening in his chest lifting making it easier for him to breathe, bring him back from the edge of completely losing it. If this is what having a soulmate entailed then he wasn’t sure he wanted it. “All done.” Jin murmured. “I healed her as best as I could given the circumstance,” Throwing a sideways glance at the demon, “But once the stasis lifts the curse it just gonna undo all of my work.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Yoongi backed up until te back of his legs hit the bed. Making the quick but stupid decision to let his guard down so that he could give Wynter his full attention, uncalling the sword so that he could use both hands. Trusting that the shamans wouldn’t attack him at the risk of injurying her. A little of the color had come back into her face as she laid there unmoving. Gently placing a hand on her forehead, Yoongi brushed some of the curls away from her face. “Can you hand me a vessel or container?”

Eyes never leaving Wynter as he heard rustling behind him. A clay jar was handed to him. He needed to moved quickly once the stasis was gone or all this would be for nothing. His gaze traveled to he plush lips, his own tongue coming out to lick his own. Ever so gently he slotted his mouth against hers, parting her lips with the tip of his tongue. He than slowly began drawing the curse up until it rested in her throat. “Reverse the spell.”

“What?” Namjoon stood by, jaw clenched, as he watched the scene unfold. Watched the tenderness that Yoongi took with her.

“You heard me undo the fucking stasis spell.”

Taehyung could see that Namjoon was going to argue some more, hearing the whirlwind of thoughts spiraling through his mind, so he just reversed it himself. He could see that there was something connecting both Yoongi and Wynter, but couldn’t tell what it was as the demon was keeping the connection shrouded. But from what he could feel it didn’t feel malicious. Once the spell was broken Wynter’s rolled to her side before violently throwing up in to the jar. The black tar like substance burning her throat as it came out.

She could hear Yoongi’s soft praises in her ear as he rubbed her back, encouraging her to get it all out. It felt like forever until the retching stopped. Tears gathered on her eyelashes from the force of being sick, body trembling as it tried to process the adrenaline that her body was producing. Through blurred eyed she could make a out a three figures in the corner, one stepping up to hand something to Yoongi. The coolness of a damp rag wiped her face clean of any black goo that was on it and cooled her over heated body.

Collapsing exhausted onto bed Wynter fought her eyes falling shut again. Trying to get her bearings and figure out what was going on. The last thing she remembered was speaking with Namjoon, and now she was here with her demon in some unknown room. “Yoongi,” her voice raspy and frayed from vomiting. “What’s going on? Where are we?” It took all of her strength but she needed answers. Yoongi’s brows furrowed as he regarded her.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Go to sleep.” Placing a hand on her hand he gentle pushed her under. She fought it not want to go back into unconsciousness. The neverending darkness suffocating in the way it surrounded her in her mind. The searing pain that accompanied it was enough for Wynter to grasp Yoongi’s wrist and try to stop him.

“Please, I don’t want to. It’s scary.” Tears spilled out of her eyes as she tried to sway him. Yoongi wanted nothing more than reassure her that she was safe and climb in that bed with her and hold her until she slept on her on.

He couldn’t though. Wynter needed to rest, a task that she was not going to do on her own at the moment. “Gongjunim, you need to rest.” Yoongi watched her big brown eyes search his, slightly hazy from fighting the compulsion. “I’ll be right here, I promise.” Once she deemed that Yoongi wasn’t going to leave her she went under.

Yoongi could feel the hole being stared into his back as he watched Wynters features soften with sleep. Hardening his own face Yoongi stood up to his full height. “You need to make a amulet for her, that’ll keep the curse away.” He spoke to Namjoon. The younger man looked at him as if he would rather rip Yoongi’s head off, but taking a quick look at his brothers decided against it.

“Explain.” Namjoon’s tone was hard and left no room for argument. He was uneasy by the way that Yoongi had put Wynter asleep against her will.

“You can listen and work can’t you. I didn’t think you were incompetent.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes but began collecting the various item he would need. “Who summoned you?” Yoongi gaze flickered towards the oldest, Jin, when he spoke. His arms were crossed making him look broader and slightly more intimidating.

“Wynter did.” Yoongi noted there was a pregnant pause after he gave the revelation. “In her defense though she didn’t know she was calling for me specifically. She was dying and desperate I just happened to be curious.” A half truth but one that seemed to satisfy.

“So you didn’t place this curse on her?” Jin continued his questioning.

“Clearly not.” Quirking his brow Yoongi challenged Jin to continue. To his surprise the shaman didn’t show any signs of backing down. Instead he watched as Jin fortified himself.

“Okay.” Namjoon was still standing at the cabinet trying to gather supplies. “What type of curse is it then?”

Yoongi hesitated, scratching the back of his neck, as Namjoon peered at him from over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Never seen one like it before.”

All three men turned their attention to him. “You’ve never seen it before?” Taehyng rubbed a healing ointment on his neck as he stared at the demon. Most curses were accounted for and well documented so Yoongi understood their confusion. He explained that he exhausted the resources that he had available to him and that it seemed to be a combination of two separate curses.

The Kim Clan listen patiently as he explained what was going on and his theories. It was times like this that Yoongi was happy to be able to see into peoples minds. He didn’t need to guess how they would react to what he was telling him, but knew that while they seemed to believe what he was saying none of them trusted him with Wynter. Particularly Namjoon.

“Well, that’s all fucking concerning, but,” Namjoon’s glared up at Yoongi from the amulet he was working on. “None of that explains why you seem so interested in Wynter.” Yoongi knew that this was coming, with the way the man’s thoughts of her were tinged with a hint of yearning. He knew that they knew that he didn’t really need to be here any longer than necessary unless he was choosing to.

A scratching in his mind alerted him to one of the men trying to gain access to him mind. Leveling a glare, the youngest ones cheeks were dusted pink as he got caught. Scoffing Yoongi answered the clearly thought probing question. “We made a contract.”

“What did she offer you that could enticing enough to cause you to stay?” Namjoon inquired in a condescending tone.

“Anything.” Yoongi smirked. The air seemed to leave the room at that. The three brothers freezing in place as they tried to wrap their head around the fact that the woman laying soundly asleep would offer that. “Plus someone is actively trying to kill her and until I can be assured that I’m not going to loose this frankly delicious soul I’m going to be here.”

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other-shades-of-sapphire · 2 months

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Wait – Bang Chan

Chris x best friend turned fiancee Bora, circa June 2024

Because he's worth all the wait in this world, and then some.

"That's you," Bora said as they heard the MC announcing a special performance from "Chris", which was exactly how he asked to be called – just Chris, without any addition of Stray Kids or anything.

Chris stood up from his seat, buttoning his tuxedo. "Is it weird if I feel more nervous now compared to any other stages I've performed before?"

Bora laughed. "Well, you're on your own now, no seven other kids running around you. Maybe that's why."

"Fair point. Wish me luck!"

"You won't need that for just one simple song," she called out as Chris made his way to the stage.

Once he was on the stage and had a microphone on his hand, Chris felt his nervousness started to ebb away. These are the things he's familiar with; no matter the circumstances, he found comfort from it. So he put on his best smile and shifted into performance mode. "Good night everyone, I'm Chris. I was asked by the bride and the groom to sing their song tonight."

Chris thought he saw a faint ripple on the crowd when he started speaking, as some people who seemed to recognize him or his voice started turning their heads and craning their necks towards the stage.

"And what is your relation to the happy couple?" the MC asked, keeping his word to make no remarks or questions about his idol status or his group.

"I am the bride's sister's fiancee."

"Oh, Bora's fiancee!" The MC turned to the family table where Bora sat. She smiled and made a little bow on her seat. "So, Chris, what song are you going to sing?"

"Rock With You by Seventeen sunbaenim." The honorific title rolled off his tongue automatically, might as well giving away his idol identity, but oh well. Chris turned to Hara, Bora's younger sister, and her now-husband who were both smiling at him. "It's their engagement song, and I'm truly honored to be given the chance to sing it on their wedding."

"Alright then, I'll leave you to it. The floor's all yours, Chris!"

If the stage and microphone felt familiar and comforting before, singing really put him at ease. He was a singer after all, had always loved singing for as long as he could remember. Two lines in and he already forgot about his initial nervousness.

Until he made the mistake of letting his eyes wander to Bora, who was smiling at him – one of pride and fondness and such admiration she hardly ever shown so blatantly – and his voice hitched a little from the sudden waves of emotions jumping up to his throat. Took him less than a second to regain his composure, but it was enough to catch him off guard; he'd sung to and for Bora numerous times on numerous occasions, yet this was the first time he got overwhelmed just by looking at her for mere seconds.

He wrapped up his performance by bowing deep, first to the audience, then to the bride and groom. "For Ilwoo," Chris said, meeting the groom's eyes with a smile. "If I may?"

Ilwoo, whom Chris had only met once before but already liked, smiled back at him. "Of course, hyung."

"I have lots of younger brothers, but Hara is the only younger sister I have. You better treat her right or me and my younger brothers will be onto you."

Hara nearly lost her balance as she laughed, while Ilwoo stood up just to give Chris a bow so deep his head nearly touched the ground. "Understood, hyung."

Grinning, Chris quickly made his way back to his seat. He could feel many eyes following him now, more people recognizing him after his performance, but he focused on just one particular set of eyes waiting for him next to his seat.

"Good job as always," Bora said as Chris finally sat down. "The 'sunbaenim' gave you away a little, but then again there's no way you wouldn't be recognized by absolutely no one here."

Chris shrugged. "Eh, it's fine. Kim Mingyu wouldn't let me hear the end of it if he caught me referring to his group without sunbaenim, no matter the circumstances."

Bora chuckled. "I think the sheer fact that my sister asked you to sing their song and you agreed to it is enough for him to gloat. Suits you and your voice well, though."

"You think so? Should I start making songs like that?"

"Whatever makes you happy, love. Speaking of which." She nudged his shoulder with hers. "Thanks for doing it. Hara seems really happy."

"She really does, does she?" Chris turned to the stage where Hara and Ilwoo were back to receiving the line of guests congratulating them. "Still can't believe she's someone's wife now. Hard to shake the image of the bubbly little girl with pigtails who's good at math."

"Did you really mean it?" Bora asked. "About her being your only younger sister?"

"What do you mean, did I mean it? It's the truth. She's your sister, so mine too."

She surprised him by leaning in and stole a quick kiss. "I guess you really are going to be her brother in law."

The seemingly harmless comment tugged rather uncomfortably at his heart. Bora looked so happy referring him as Hara's brother in law – one might say she looked eager...

"Which one was it?"

Chris turned back his focus. Bora was looking at him intently. "Which one was what?"

"Which one of my words made your heart fell?"

He chuckled. "Is it that obvious?"

"No, but I've been studying you for the past thirteen years, so I'd say I'm fairly familiar with your expression changes by now. So what is it?"

Chris didn't answer right away. He took Bora's left hand with both of his, played with it on his lap, brushed over the engagement ring multiple times. Felt his heart got heavier with each thumb-stroke on the metal band.

Yet another flex of just how well she understood him, Bora let out a knowing sigh. "I think I know where this is going."

"I'm sorry I can't marry you soon enough," he said quietly.

They'd talked about this a couple of times after their engagement, how Chris couldn't promise the exact time to marry her because of his job. Going public with their relationship was one thing, announcing their engagement was another; but actually getting married was an entirely different thing. Lots of things to consider, and most of them were involving other people's being, so it was hardly even his call at all.

Bora slipped the fingers Chris was playing with in between his and held them tight. "What triggers it this time?"

Chris let out a nervous laugh. "I mean, we're in a wedding right now, Bora. Your younger sister's wedding, too."

"And I already told both her and you that I don't mind her getting married before me."

"I know, it's just..." He let his voice trailed off as he tried to compose the jumbled thoughts in his head into coherent sentences. "I feel pressured, you know? In more ways than one, but primarily – I want to make you happy like Ilwoo does Hara, too."

"As if you won't?" There was a slight hint of amusement on Bora's voice, though only for a second as if she quickly tried to suppress it. "As if you haven't already? Chris, you do know that you don't have to wait until you marry me to make me happy, right? You said it yourself; we just need to coexist together, and that will be enough."

"I did say that," he muttered. "But still – this?" His thumb stroked over Bora's engagement ring yet again. "This is my promise to make you my wife, and I'm sorry you have to wait for that."

Bora didn't say anything right away. Slowly she lowered herself so that she was leaning most of her weight onto Chris' side, resting her head atop his shoulder and hugging his arm. "Christopher," was her choice of word when she did say something. It went through him like the softest of breeze; he loved the sound of his name coming from her more than probably anyone else. "You said you feel pressured? This is coming from the pressure you inflicted upon yourself?"

"I guess so?"

"Then I can't help you with it. It's self-inflicted, so you're the only one who can lift the pressure off yourself. What I can do is only to tell you again, and again, as many times as you need, that I'm not going anywhere, no matter how long it might take you to "make me your wife"," she made an air-quote on the term. "I've been waiting for you this past thirteen years; for you to focus on training, for your debut, for you to figure out how to include me into your idol-life equation, for the end of your dating ban, and I will happily keep waiting for you my whole life if need be because you're worth all the wait in this world and then some."

For the second time tonight Chris felt his throat was clogged by the abundant waves of emotions jumping all over the place. He didn't give Bora enough credit, he realized; Bora was patient, had always been patient with him for so long as she very clearly spelled out just now, so at this point he should've trusted her enough to be okay with waiting for him a little bit more. He pressed a kiss on top of her head, letting himself drown in the scent of her as he buried his face on her hair. "Thank you," he whispered.

He felt her squeeze of comfort on his arm. "Is it enough convincing for now?"

"It is, yeah. Though would you re-convince me again if I need it again some time?"

"As I said, as many times as you need."

They stayed in their bubble of comfortable silence for a while. Chris watched as Hara said something to her husband animatedly, to which Ilwoo laughed and gave her head a fond pet. "I don't think I can sing at our wedding, though," he suddenly said.

Bora let out a short, surprised laugh. "No? Why?"

"I'll get too distracted by you being my wife."

"Fine," she mused. "Maybe I should get Kim Mingyu to sing instead."

"No," he answered, a little too quickly. "He can't handle singing any of our songs, it doesn't suit his vibes."

"I'll tell him you said that."

"Wait – no!"

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jboofan · 2 years

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It's in our DNA

1. I think my brain fell out my head

Jungkook's brother Junghyun waved to the bouncer as they walked straight in. Jungkook reluctantly followed him as they entered, the noise almost deafening.

"Hyung I ain't feeling this," shaking his head at it all.

"Kook man, you live at the gym but what's the point of it all if you can't meet up with your brother for a drink.."

"I dunno man. Clubs ain't my scene unless it's a album release or something.." he looked up the stairs that Junghyun had all but climbed, up to a upper level which was more laid back and had a private bar.

"C'mon man, for a brother? Your older brother?" Junghyun smiled and tried to give him the charm.

"That's low man, you gonna play the brother card? You really are nervous about something huh?"

"Yeah I am, but let's get a drink first!"

"Ok spit it out will you?" Junghyun waved a finger and two whiskeys were promptly brought over.

"So, your sister in law has got a friend," he began.

"I only want Jennie."

"I ain't talking about her," he dismissed the subject immediately. They must have been off and on so many times, he'd lost count.

"Like I say," he repeated, "she got a friend and she's moving here and she needs a place to stay."

Jungkook took a sip.

"What's that gotta do with me?" Jungkook swirled his glass.

"She needs a place to stay," he repeated.

"Get her a hotel room or something. Why do I care?"

"She's family, I can't have her staying in a hotel. And you have a two bed apartment."

Junghyun noticed that he said nothing but gave a chuckle.

"Right, so it's not cos I'm reliable, it's because I've got the space. I wanted to convert it to a gym."

"Her name is YN. This girl, she is smart, looks, whole package." He thanked the waitress and turned back to Jungkook.

"How do you know her again?"

"She's like her cousin, here for work and you won't even notice she's there!"

Jungkook shook his head. "Nah bro. No."

"Why's that?"

"Cos now you're saying she's family and a cousin, how am I supposed to say no to helping you? You know I like my own space, I don't want some roommate."

"She's so busy that even I haven't seen her in years. She's a workaholic so you'll barely see her. Just do me a favour will you?" he looked over the balcony down below, scanning the crowd.

"I dunno man."

"Well you got five minutes to decide."

"Cmon stop messing. Five minutes?"

"Yeah," he replied seriously.

"What the hell hyung?!"

"She'll be there in five," he took a sip and announced it with a smile.

"She'll be there in five fucking minutes?"

"Well you took so long to get here, that you didn't leave me much of a buffer dude."

"I never said yes," Jungkook knocked back the whiskey feeling it burn down his throat.

His brother grinned, "but you never said no. Besides," he tried to convince him, with a slap on the back as he rose, "it's not like you're ever home. She's always working and so are you, so you will barely see her."

Jungkook sighed, he realised if Junghyun was asking then it was only after serious consideration.

"But I've only just got the place to myself since Jin left," he whined.

"You won't even notice her, I promise. Do this as a favour to me."

"What you thinking?" Luna asked, noticing YN go silent and stare at the front door.

"Just my new housemate. I'm just hoping I don't wake up in the middle of the night to find him staring down at me with a pair of scissors poised over my head."

"That was poetic see! Your writer's block is clearing already, and no, I don't think he will be trying to shank you in your sleep... Jungkook is a celebrity. Global icon, and he's also a really nice guy."

"Nice guys ain't going to cut it Luna, I don't know him."

"You guys just have to find common ground."

"Which should be easier if you hadn't told me that Junghyun is making him let me stay here. Now I feel bad that he's putting me up when he doesn't want to."

Luna made a guilty face and apologised instantly making YN feel bad.

"Don't. Junghyun said that Jungkook took very little persuasion. And you don't even have to pay rent."

"But that's not right either is it? I should at least pay something no? It's not right to get to stay in this great apartment for nothing."

Luna grabbed one of her bags as they got to the door.

"Just be your normal helpful self, be thankful and everything will be fine."

"Of course, I'll be the best housemate," YN told herself as she punched in the passcode and stepped in. "And I'm sure he's disgustingly lovely. All idols are right?"

"Well let's hope you find out," Luna said wiping her brow and helping move the last of the boxes inside the heavy front door. Almost all of YN's things were piling up in Luna and Junghyun's place but YN knew they were itching to get settled so she didn't want to take longer than necessary.

Luna had helped move her things to her new home and she appreciated the help, especially as she knew it would take ages to move her stuff by herself.

"Hyun gave Jungkook your number, and said he will message you."

"Oh, well that's nice of him," YN got the feeling that he was going to be cold. Mean. A typical celebrity she had been around too often.

She'd been impressed by the location, and secretly thankful that the rent wasn't going to be charged. She'd have been able to afford it, she thought proudly but she didn't want to have to use that money, not when it could be going to a better cause. Like her own place.

Soon as she realised she was alone, her phone vibrated in her back pocket, as though able to tell the future.

"No animals, if you break it you fix it and if you can't fix it buy another. No pink crap. I've got a schedule and I keep to it. Stay out my sight."

Downtown Hannam-dong is the heart and soul of the music scene in Seoul, and was just as nice as where she lived with Luna in Gangnam, but now she was definitely closer to its fine restaurants, fantastic shopping and the TV networks, her purse was going to suffer. She looked around the typically manly apartment and sneered at Jungkook's words.

"Pink crap. I'll give you pink crap," she frowned, thinking back to the message, as she switched on the lights, watching the whole apartment light up like Oxford Street at Christmas. The dark floorboards were so polished she could see her reflection, the living room was coloured distinctly in bright white, soft creams and industrial greys; modern and minimalist.

YN dumped her things in her room, which was huge. Every room looked bigger than the former, brand spanking new, with extraordinary views of downtown from the wall to wall windows. Her fingers slowly traced the back of the plush white sofa to the sparkling brown granite countertops and the hardly touched eight hob cooker. This place was a showroom. Luna hadn't been lying when she said he was hardly home.

YN made herself at home in the kitchen, the cupboards were bare and that gave her more than enough space to put her unused kitchen stuff away. She continued to frown and look at the dark colours of the room.

The devil probably has an aversion to light, she laughed to herself as the aroma of spiced thai curry filled the kitchen. She had to buy a rug or something just to lighten the place up.

"Don't get excited. Just save as much as you can, save and get your own place. He isn't the devil, I'm sure my luck can't be that bad since I'm living with an idol," she tried to convince herself.

Her gaze fell naturally to his room which was right next to hers. Great. At least she had the headphones to block him out in the evenings if he made too much noise, or had some lady friend over. He was too good looking for his own good. The news constantly reported every little detail of his life that they could get hold off, including his failure to stay in a relationship for the last few years.

"He must still be pretty to look at," she admitted, seeing the trophies in the cabinet, magazine covers on decorative stands, before shaking her thoughts out her head. "Don't be stupid YN," she scolded herself. "Overworked writers don't do stupid things. Underpaid writers don't do stupid things."

But the bathroom had to be her favourite room in the entire apartment. The floor to ceiling windows that adorned one side of the room was one way glass so she could do a naked dance and no one would be able to see her. It allowed in the most wonderful natural light and acted as a wake up call of the gentlest nature.

A huge bath tub sat in the middle of the room, the centre of attention, twin sinks and a luxurious rainforest shower room stood to one side of the bathroom. The counter was dark brown, but wasn't so brash that it looked like it belonged in a night club. It looked like a bathroom you'd find at a luxurious, you can only get there by speedboat hotel. She took a peek at his toiletries and couldn't deny the brand's were expensive, sweet smelling and that she would definitely be trying them out.

YN nodded to herself as she took out her clothes and spent the rest of the evening filling her wardrobe up. She had to give it to Jungkook, his wardrobe must be humongous, and she'd already filled up her walk in closet and her drawers. She popped the radio on, having eventually figured out how to switch the shiny thing that sat next to a vinyl record player, and danced as she walked around the living room in her PJ's.

Maybe she could make this work. Having a roommate that is never home could be a good, she thought as she weighed up the positives. For one, she may feel like she's living on her own and wouldn't have to worry about someone always getting in her space especially as she was usually put to work at the crack of dawn, and often didn't return for a few days at a time.

She sat down and inhaled the silence; however, it can also be quite lonely having someone that is never around, she realised, especially if you planned on living together and were hoping to become friends with your roommate.

Who would she have wine o'clock with now that Luna and Junghyun were too busy dancing around trees declaring their love for one another? Luna was her bestie. No one can replace your bestie, right?

It didn't feel that way. They didn't get manicures together anymore, and Luna's weekends were always filled up with plans she had made with Junghyun.

YN shuddered at the mere thought of having a friendship with idol Jungkook of BTS; she opened the fridge to see how this man lived.

He should count himself lucky for having the chance to share space she thought as she saw the bare fridge.

"This is gonna be interesting," she told herself, grabbing the half finished bottle of wine closest to her, tiptoed for a wine glass from a nearby kitchen cabinet and poured a generous amount.

Maybe she'd have better luck being his friend if he just didn't come home?

Jungkook didn't want to go home.

This had been one hell of a month and this week had been eventful to say the least. The boys were back together doing a few events, whilst Jin enjoyed military life; his girlfriend was ignoring him and now some country bumpkin was living with him.

Their appearance on another US network had just been announced in line with Jin's release and he was riding the crest of a wave. When they stood, all seven of them; his brothers, they were whole again and it felt so right.

"Ready to kick some ass?" Hope giggled, unable to keep still, Jungkook knocking his head side to side, trying to contain his excitement.

"Always. With you guys, always," he poured the water in his hair and waited for their music to play, as they moved through another gruelling dance practice. He danced harder, jumped higher eager to burn off the night's earlier whiskeys with his brother and all thoughts and worries about his new guest flittered away.

YN slept in her favourite checked sheets, troubled as she always was at night, walking in a cold sweat and shaking. The curtains to her room were closed but she could tell it was still dark. She yawned and sat up, reaching for the bedside table then realised her room didn't have one. One thing about working on variety shows was the ungodly hours at which she rose. The habitual habits of the last few years were hard to break.

Another thing to add to her list of things she needed, of what this perfectly designed, cold apartment needed, she told herself. Sighing she got up and wondered in the dark, blindly looking for the kitchen. The dark furniture coupled with the dark kitchen had her knocking into everything as she felt for the kitchen counter, swearing in the darkness.

He didn't come home that day. Or the rest of the week.

It was 2am when Jungkook eventually pulled up to his parking spot hungry. Rubbing a week's worth of sleep from his eyes he reversed haphazardly and swiped his card to get into the building. The boys followed and they joked their way to the lift.

One thing about being rich was being able to buy a whole complex, and the great thing about being filthy rich with your friends was that they all bought apartments in the same tower as you.

Dragging his sore feet and wanting nothing more than to sleep standing up, he pushed the front door open and let it close loudly with a snap.

YN had just switched off her alarm when she's heard the door slam, and her heart jumped out of her chest. Clutching her blanket she scrunched up against her headboard. She heard a voice. No two voices. And then a muffled third.

Oh God, she whimpered.

She was going to get stabbed in her bed that she'd only slept in for a few weeks. Shaking, she felt for something to protect herself with; her room was the nearest of the two and it wouldn't be long before whoever was in the apartment would come through her door and kill her.

Jungkook threw his stuff into his room whilst Jimin returned for a customary beer with Taehyung.

"When did you start buying food Jungkook?" Jimin handed him a well deserved beer as he returned from his room freshly dressed before helping himself to a bowl of snacks.

"What you talkin bout?"

"Woah!" managed Taehyung dropping his popcorn and putting his hands up as a woman with a gold trophy came out of her room.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Jimin confused.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked back. First she thought she was seeing things, but it was too late, when she realised that she really was seeing two BTS members. And getting comfortable eating snacks out of her favourite bowl and drinking the beers out the fridge was her landlord.

"Woah there!" came a voice she finally recognised.

Jungkook saw her standing there, feet apart lightly poised on the flat of her feet, in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt brandishing one of his prized trophies in their face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jungkook spat back, his mouth piercing moving as he blew out his breath.

She aimed the heavy metal lump at Jimin and Jungkook noticed how steady her hand was. No hesitation. He wasn't sure if he was scared or impressed.

And then she realised who she was speaking to.

"Jungkook-ssi?" her voice changed a little, relieved.

"They're my members, my hyungs, relax."

"Oh."

Her voice was piercingly clear, yet softly spoken, but afraid. Worried she would hurt herself, Jungkook moved forward, his hand reaching out to help lower her hand.

"It's okay," he saw the goosebumps on her arm as he undid her monster grip from around it's base, one finger at a time.

The others watched the two of them looking awkwardly at each other.

"Jungkook-ssi?" he repeated with a light chuckle. She sure was polite, this woman with the brightest smile he had ever seen. And no one has been that polite in how they addressed him in quite a while.

"That's who you are of course right?" she pointed to her finger at his face, lowering it with the other hand as soon as she realised she was being rude.

"What the hell happened to your face?" on instinct she moved towards him, concern filled her voice, seeing up close the welt marks across a cheek.

"My belt hit me in the face," he cleared his throat, embarrassed. "What are you even doing here?"

"You told me to move in whilst you were away."

Jungkook was confused and then he remembered that he had.

"Oh," his face fell. "I did?"

Her eyes went big, and because he was sleepy he couldn't tell if she was upset or not.

"Your words were no animals, if you break it you fix it and if you can't fix it buy another. Oh and my personal favourite - no pink crap. You said to move in whilst you were away," she repeated.

Oh god he's going to ask me to leave isn't he. She's forgotten that part of this arrangement. Sure, it was easy to move in, but it had escaped her that she didn't know how long she could stay.

"Yeah well what's with the trophy?"

"What's with sneaking in at three in the morning and scaring the shit outta me?" she countered.

"I didn't know you were here..why would I sneak around my own apartment?"

"How can you forget someone is living in your house?" she asked genuinely confused.

"That's your room mate?" Jimin asked, just as taken back as Taehyung. "You said she was ugly."

"Since when did you have someone living with you, you never told us that?" Taehyung was just as confused.

"Excuse you? I'm ugly? You didn't even know what I look like?!"

"I must have forgotten, I've got loads on my mind," he admitted, sitting down and even more annoyed that it had slipped his mind.

"Are, are you okay?" she padded over slowly to him with a glass of water. "There was a trophy in my room and I just picked it up because it was heavy and," she explained before feeling embarrassed for sharing the same air as him.

"Dude you okay?" Jimin raised an eyebrow as Jungkook kept blinking his eyes.

"I think my brain fell out my head. I can't think," he blinked blankly again.

"I'll um, speak to you in the morning. My apologies, I didn't mean to scare anyone. I was just scared someone had broken in," she retraced her steps to her room, quickly locking it after her before anyone got the chance to speak.

"Great YN," she sighed. "He's definitely not going to let you stay here now."

"That was.. interesting?" Jimin chuckled as a confused Jungkook lay back on the sofa with a big sigh.

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