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whattodowithkpop · 4 years

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Winner Takes All [Chapter Four] (Jun and Donghun)

Title: Winner Takes All

Pairing: Jun (A.C.E) x Reader x Donghun (A.C.E)

Genre: Fluff; Slight Angst

Word Count: 8.7K Words [All Chapters]

Writer: Kpopmadness & Whattodowithkpop

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The princess takes a deep breath as she focuses on her target in front of her, her mind swimming from the events of a few days ago. She still couldn’t decide if kissing Jun was the smartest thing she had done, or the dumbest. And she knew her family wanted her to marry. And who better to marry than Jun?

With her and Donghun’s tournament only a few days away, she knew she had to buckle down and practice. Not that much was needed to begin with. But trying to be one with her bow and arrow helped quiet her raging thoughts.

“You know, the last time i saw a women with a bow and arrow,” a familiar deep voice said from beside her, “She was crazy and was out to kill me.”

The princess rolled her eyes and turned to meet Donghun’s eyes, a cocky smile plastered on his face that made her heart flutter. Which only added to her confusion.

“Haven’t seen you in a few days.” The princess says, letting the arm that held the bow fall briefly.

Donghun shrugged, “After a joust your muscles are sore and tight. It can make you feel slightly unwell.”

The princess nodded but thought he didn’t particularly look sick.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” She said cooly. Then decided to add, “Just out of curiosity, has anyone ever taught you bedside manner?” She shot at him playfully before turning her attention back to the target, which consisted of a hay-bail with red paint on it.

She had just drawn back the bow string when Donghun answered nonchalantly, “Manners i’ve never really mastered.”

There was a pause, making the princess assume he was done talking as she pulled a little tighter on the string.

“But manners in the bedroom i have mastered.” Donghun whispered in her ear.

The princess let out a small screech as her arrow went flying and completely missed her target and landed on the ground several feet away. She hadn’t heard him come up behind her.

She turned on her heel to face him, mad he had messed up her aim. Her face flushed red when she realized how close he was to her. His face was only inches from hers, his breath could be felt fanning down her neck.

“Did i scare you, princess?” He asked, a deep chuckle coming from his chest.

The princess meant to pull away, but something kept her grounded in place. His dark eyes seemed to hold a hypnotizing affect to them. She found herself resting a hand on his broad chest as he placed both his hands on her hips.

“Tell me something princess,” Donghun says quietly as he brings his head down closer to her. His nose starting to trace down her neck gently causing her to grip his shirt tightly and a shiver to go down her spine.

“Do I intimidate you?” He whispers, his mouth grazing her skin as he talked.

“Intimate isn’t exactly the right word.” The princess answered breathlessly. A part of her mind screaming at her to pull away but the other half begging her to stay.

“Then what is the right word?” Donghun asks, his eyes meeting hers as his hands wrap around her a little tighter.

“Intrigue is a start.” She answered, meet his eyes evenly but feeling her face warm.

Donghun’s lips quirk up into a smirk before stepping away from her. The distance made the princess realize she had been holding her breath.

“I think our little game will prove to be very interesting.” Donghun states as he turns and walks away, leaving her heart pounding in her chest and her head light.

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The day of the tournament arrived. With people crowding the bleachers to watch the game between knight and princess.

The princess searched the bleachers for Jun but felt her heart sink upon not seeing him anywhere.

Not seeing Jun worried her, she had hoped to talk to him before the match. But she was forced to push those thoughts from her mind and focused on the tournament.

"Ladies and gentlemen," The announcer called loudly to the crowd, getting their attention. "The royal family would like to welcome you and thank you for coming to this sudden archery match."

The crowd let out a cheer, making the princess smile slightly. She caught Donghun staring at her from the corner of her eye. Making her stand up straighter. Her dark dress was accompanied by a black leather corset that was tied securely around the outside of her dress. Causing it to highlight the curve through her waist and hips. Suddenly her choice of fashion felt like a mistake with Donghun being there.

"Our princess was challenged by the winner of our recent jousting contest." The announcer continued, "Shall we see the noble knight put back in his place?"

The crowd let out a loud cheer in response, making it Donghun's turn to smile.

"Your people love you." Donghun said, coming to stand beside her.

The princess gave him a smile, "Be gentle on me then. I would hate to have them riot and send you to jail for beating me."

Donghun gave her a wink before bending down and kissing her hand, "No promises, princess." Then he walked off a few feet from her to take up her bow and arrows.

The white flag dropped, meaning the tournament had begun. The princess was the first to go. She steadied her breath as she drew the bow back and took her aim. The noise of the crowd and Donghun's teasing eyes dropping away from her focus until she saw only the target. When she let go of the string it grazed her cheek gently before the arrow was sent souring through the air and hitting a perfect bullseye.

The crowd cheered and Donghun clapped his hands as he called, "Not bad, princess."

She put her bow down and watched his turn. His shoulders were strong and his hand steady as he pulled the bow string back until it couldn't go back any further. His blonde hair was tied up in a loose bun again, his dark, sharp eyes focusing on the target in front of him.

When he let go he also hit a perfect bullseye the princess couldn't help but smile. She had shot arrows with others before but none were quite as good of shots as he was.

"Not bad." She called back to him, still smiling.

Donghun smiled at her widely before stating, "One round down, ten more to go."

The rounds went on and on for some time. Each the princess and Donghun had three arrows to shoot if they missed their target with the first arrow. Then they were required to walk across and get their shot arrows and bring them back to their original position. At one point when they went to get their arrows the princess was walking slightly ahead of Donghun when she felt a few of his fingers brush against her lower back, making her back arch slightly.

The last round arrived, this time the target was placed even further away, making it harder. This was the round the princess had been treading, she was a good shot up until the target go too far away. Then it was much harder for her.

She shot her three arrows but only one landed near the center. Meaning she was the winner unless Donghun got a perfect bullseye. Donghun drew his bow string back and shot off the first two arrows, both missing the target. The princess held her breath as he drew the last arrow. The crowd went silent as well, holding their breath.

Then the arrow flies through the air, time seems to slow as the princess watches it land and hit the target. A perfect bullseye.

The crowd is silent for a moment before cheers erupt and the princess feels herself shaking her head but smiling. Donghun sets his bow and arrow to one side before walking over to her,

"Remember our deal?" He asks, a smirk on his lips.

"Yes. Looks like I have a dinner date tonight." She says, her voice staying cool.

Donghun smiles down at her, his eyes boring into hers as he says evenly, "You're mine for the night."

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The night is cool as the princess walks up the steps of the house that had been turned into a place for occasions such as these. Her hair had been pulled back neatly accompanied with star like glitter decorated through her light colored hair. Her red dress sparkled in the candle light as she stepped into the royal house. She still searched for Jun in the crowd even though before she had gotten ready her father had told her he wouldn't be able to make it.

She didn't have time to dwell on it long, because she felt a hand take her arm as a voice said beside her, "You outdid yourself for me, princess."

The princess turned to see Donghun in a red tunic that matched her dress. A assortment of star like glitter had been applied in a trail up her neck and littered through his pulled back medium length hair.

The princess had to shake her head a little to clear her wondering thoughts before answering, "I made a deal with you. I may as well look good keeping my deal."

Donghun smirked sinfully at her, showing white teeth behind his full lips. Making the princess's heart flutter in her chest slightly. Jun forgotten.

Donghun held out his arm to her, which she took just as the bell rang calling the guests in for dinner. Donghun pulled her chair out for her and then sat down beside her. Their table was a few feet away from the rest of the guests and they were the only ones at the table. Since they were the honorary guests. Which for some reason made her feel nervous and she was glad when the food starting to be served to occupy her mind.

As dessert was served the princess sat back in her chair slightly and watched as the rest of the guests continued eating and chatting happily.

"You know," Donghun whispers in her ear, making her jump. "You really are a good shot. I was very impressed."

The princess turns to meet his eyes, his face only inches from her. "You impressed me also." She continues honestly, "I've seen few people with only a few years of practice be as good a shot as you. But i shouldn't be so surprised. You do joust after all."

Donghun nods his head before scooting his chair a little closer to her as he says, "Jousting has a certain amount of aim to it. So when i took up archery it just felt natural to me."

The princess nodded her head in response. She couldn't stop herself from blurting out, "And your prize with jousting is probably much better than your prize has been for winning an archery contest."

Donghun quirked an eyebrow as he ran a few fingers down her arm and asked deeply, "Why would you assume that?"

The princess sucked in a breath when his hand continued down her arm until it hit her thigh. His fingers tracing patterned on her dress. His touch surprisingly sparking a feeling in her chest. A feeling that she wanted him to keep touching her. She ran a finger across the back of his hand, her touch making him tense slightly.

"I am only yours for the evening. What's the benefit in that?" She asked.

Donghun smirked at her as he rubbed his had down her leg. "Oh Princess, you think so little of me."

The princess met his eyes as she asked breathlessly, "How so?" Her heart pounding in her chest.

Donghun had slowly been wadding her dress up until he came to the end of the dress and his fingers touched her bare skin. The princess let out a small gasp but kept her eyes locked with his.

"Trophies are only material things. They can be lost or stolen. But since i met you and saw you drive a dagger between a fellow knights fingers, i knew you would be the greatest prize. One that i have come to value more than any golden trophy."

The princess let out a breath when his hand squeezed her thigh lightly making her breath hitch.

"Donghun..." She said between breaths, her tone meaning to be a warning but coming out a whimper.

"Princess..." Donghun whispered deeply, his breath fanning across her neck.

The princess smirked and took the hand that he had on her thigh and let a few fingers trace up his sleeve, her nails lightly digging into his arm and down to his palm, making him suck in a breath as his eyes went glassy.

"You're awfully good with your words, sir knight." She whispered, using his formal title.

Donghun opened his mouth to reply when music started playing, making all the guests stand up and circle around the large dance floor.

Donghun pulled his hand away from her and stood up, extending his hand again as he asks, "Dance with me?"

The princess smiled, her face still felt hot from seconds ago but she stood on shaky legs and took his hand as he lead her to the dance floor. The music started to play an upbeat tune as everyone fell into place. Donghun placed a hand around her waist and held her close against his body as they spun around the dance floor. Time forgotten in that moment as it began to feel like just the two of them on the dance floor.

Donghun led her through two dances before he stopped, the music fading. His face was red and his eyes sparkled as he put a hand under her chin and leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. His lips warm and soft against her cheek. His action making a few gasps come from on lookers. But as he pulled away slowly his dark eyes meet hers, what people thought didn’t seem to matter.

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gamerwoo · 4 years

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[Tales from the Pack] Seungkwan: Void (Part Three)

Characters: Seungkwan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, kinda fluff but not really?? idk nothing bad happens

Word count: 1,657

Summary: Seungkwan can’t resist the urge to go searching for the banshee any longer, but his trip into the woods has him coming face-to-face with a strange girl who doesn’t seem to remember anything about where she came from or how she got where she is. The only things she knows are the things the voices in her head that Seungkwan doesn’t know about tell her. And that strange girl is you, his mate.

a/n: sooooo i havent had time to work on more parts for seungkwan and i only have one more part completely written. so until i can write more parts, i’ll only be updating once a week and it’ll probably be on wednesdays

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After being brought up to Seungkwan’s room and speaking with Soomin, Jia, and Yeji -- the wolves could only hope one of those three would be able to make sense of everything -- you seemed much calmer. The three alphas went to check on you with Seungkwan, hoping to get some answers from you. All they knew was you were the banshee, and something about Joshua seemed to be the reason for your screaming.

“So,” Soonyoung began as he approached the small group with the alphas and Seungkwan flanking him, trying to keep his tone light, “care to explain?”

“She doesn’t just signal death,” Soomin explained, “she sometimes screams to block out the noise of this world to hear the voices on other planes.”

“Was that what that was?” Jihoon wondered.

"Yeah, we think so,” Jia confirmed. “She did say she’s been hearing one specific voice lately, and I think I can guess who it is.”

Soonyoung shook his head, trying to wrap his head around all this new information, “Hold on, so… What about the other times she’s screamed near the house? Is one of us going to die?”

“Not necessarily…” your voice was soft as you shrugged, seeming to shrink into Soomin’s side in the presence of the alphas. “It could be someone will die, it could be someone close to you will die, it could be that one of you will cause somebody to die, it might just be me trying to hear… I don’t know what it is, I’m…I’m sorry…”

Seungcheol sighed, “No, don’t be sorry, _____; it’s not your fault. Let’s just not worry about it for now. It’s _____’s first day with us and we should show her around and make her feel welcome.”

“I think you’ll like the gardens,” Seungkwan smiled at you before holding his hand out for you to take. “I’ll show you.”

Showing you the garden had somehow turned into a new activity. While you were inside, Jooyeon had gone outside with some of the wolves and was doing some target practice to pass time -- and because she felt there was too much commotion going on inside. The thief was excited to have a weapon in her hands and targets to throw knives and shoot things at.

The other mates -- except Danbi who you still had yet to meet -- had gone outside with you and Seungkwan, followed by the alphas. Jooyeon noticed all of you and smiled brightly.

“Hey, wanna throw some knives?” she offered.

Jia was unable to participate since she was blind, and Soomin quickly but politely declined. So that left you, Yeji, and the thief to it.

“I used to be pretty decent with one of these when I was a human,” Yeji said as she grabbed a bow and an arrow from the grass. You watched her as she loaded the arrow before aiming your bow and staring at the poorly painted target on the tree ahead of her. “It was just for fun, though, and I wasn’t any good. I’m worse now.”

Her ears twitched slightly as she aimed before she released the string, sending the arrow flying toward the left of the center, but not too terribly far off. You heard a low whistle, but you weren’t sure who it came from. But you were sure impressed because Yeji seemed so cute and non-menacing. The fact she knew how to handle a bow and arrow even mildly was a little intimidating to you.

“I was never good with those kinds of weapons,” Jooyeon shrugged, slipping her pocket knife out of her pocket. “I’m more of a…knife or tomahawk or sword kind of gal.”

“Well, you are a thief,” Jeonghan snorted, watching the younger girl carefully. “It only makes sense you’re better at combat at close range.”

"I was explaining for _____’s sake,” she grimaced before sticking her tongue out at the wolf.

You smiled a little at the sentiment, liking that she thought to include you. You weren’t really sure how anybody in the pack felt about you now that they knew you were the banshee they’d been so terrified of, so this was definitely a step in the right direction.

Jooyeon walked over to stand where Yeji stood, so she stepped to the side to give her room. Jooyeon looked over at the target as Chan retrieved the arrow, using his speed to go back and forth.

“I’m definitely rusty,” the thief sighed.

Seungcheol whined softly from where he stood beside Jeonghan, “Please be careful, Jooyeon.”

Without even pointing the knife to line up the shot, she just threw it toward the trees. It missed the center by only a couple inches, but it still had the pack impressed. They had rarely seen Jooyeon in action, so she wasn’t too surprised by their reactions. However, she was definitely flattered, a soft blush coming to her cheeks as she smiled to herself proudly.

“It’s been a while,” Jooyeon nodded, watching as the pup ran to retrieve the knife before handing it back to her with a smile.

“That was so cool!” he chirped excitedly. “Can you teach us to do that?”

Jooyeon shrugged, gesturing to the target with the tip of her knife, “Uh…I mean, you kinda just…throw it. It’s just a lot of practice, I guess.”

You were so wrapped up in everything happening that you didn’t notice how Seungkwan softly smiled at you, seeing how in awe you were at the mates’ skills. He also enjoyed how you seemed to fit right in as you observed quietly, not spacing out or standing off somewhere by yourself. He liked that you seemed to belong already.

“Somebody grab the ax from the shed!” Soonyoung ordered with a bright smile.

As Junhui went to go get it like asked, Seungcheol’s eyes went wide, and he growled in warning to the younger alpha, “What? No!”

“C’mon, it’s like a tomahawk, Cheol,” he scoffed. “She’ll be fine.”

“She could get hurt! We can toss it around like it’s nothing, but it’s heavy to her!”

Jun returned with the ax and handed it over to Jooyeon. The girl tested it’s weight with a frown, deciding it was definitely too heavy to throw. Immediately, Seungcheol grabbed the ax away from her, and pulled her to stand behind him. She huffed in reply but said nothing.

“You can’t give her an ax!” he said, tossing the weapon away like it weighed nothing.

“They just did,” Jihoon deadpanned.

“I’ll give it to Yeji and see how you like it!” Seungcheol shot back.

Nobody had noticed Chan go back inside the house until he returned with the kitchen knives in his hands. He dropped them on the ground near Jooyeon, and she smirked as you went to pick one up by the handle. The blade shone in the sunlight, as the expertly tossed it around to catch the handle once again. Then she looked over at you with a quirked brow.

“Wanna try?” she offered.

You weren’t sure what to do. Your first instinct was to look to Seungkwan, but he seemed a little apprehensive. But with good reason that you didn’t know about. You seemed so delicate to him that he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. You were also very spacey and he wasn’t sure how safe that was.

“It’s fine,” Jooyeon encouraged. “I guarantee there’s no way you can get hurt -- I mean, unless you hold the knife the wrong way.”

Slowly, you approached the girl and took the knife handle that she offered you. You looked down and studied it, weighing the weapon in your hand.

“You just…throw?” you asked, glancing up from the knife to the girl that was standing beside you.

She nodded, a friendly smile appearing on her face, “Yeah, just throw.”

You did as she had done earlier, looking toward your target before bringing your hand back over your shoulder before throwing the knife. It clanked against the tree before falling to the ground in front of it, and you laughed at yourself.

Seungkwan let out a breath he was apparently holding.

“God, you’re going to kill me with a heart attack,” he mumbled to himself, running his hands through his hair as Chan raced to get the knife.

Seungcheol looked over at Seungkwan with an amused smile, knowing the younger wolf finally felt just a taste of what it was like being Jooyeon’s mate.

“Blame fate, Kwannie,” he laughed.

“Fine, I’ll let you have a turn at heart palpitations,” Seungkwan sneered, watching the alpha’s grin turn into a glare before he turned to face you and Jooyeon. “Jooyeon, show us your skills some more. Didn’t you say before you could throw them really fast?”

“How about she doesn’t do that,” Seungcheol whined like a child as his mate picked up the knives by the handles one by one, placing them in her belt. “Stop listening to Seungkwan!”

"It’s fine,” she said with a laugh, stepping to stand where she had before. She stared at the ground. “Tell me when to go, Kwan.”

“Go.”

When Jooyeon looked up, her eyes were narrowed and determined, grabbing knives from her belt and throwing them one by one at the trees. The first one hit the target right in the center, the rest behind lodged into various trees at roughly the same spot. All you could do was watch in wonder, impressed by the thief’s skills.

Once she was fresh out of knives, she turned to look at you with a smile, hoping for praise.

“That was insane!” Yeji squealed, clapping her hands together.

“Whoa...” Junhui breathed, nodding slowly.

Jooyeon’s smile only widened at everyone’s compliments. But all you could do was stare at her in awe.

The pack was full of various kinds of people that didn’t really seem like they’d fit together, but they did. You decided the pack was interesting, and you liked them.

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txtdiaries · 5 years

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Void - Chapter One

SUMMARY | Amidst your world shattering to pieces, the boy you met long ago manages to fit everything back together again. Also - zombies. Lots and lots of zombies.

PAIRING | Yeonjun X Reader feat. TXT

CATEGORY | apocalypse au, end of the world, survival, angst, romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn, etc.

WORD COUNT | 3.1k

WARNINGS | dark content, lots of swearing, some mentions of slightly gore-y topics, weapon possession, etc.

SONG REC | Massacre, The New American Dream - Palaye Royale

PLAYLIST | void playlist

Preview / Chapter One / Chapter Two

It was hard for the boys to remember their old lives - a time before the world burned, before the bodies around them stopped looking like humans and more like rotting flesh - to imagine the memories they shared, the places they had seen, or even the things they had done together. It was hard, yes, but it wasn’t impossible.

Therein lies the problem.

It was hard for them to not be reminiscent of the past, to not be swayed by the memories of their old lives. And it is what haunted them everyday, constantly dragging them down when the only thing they had to do was keep moving.

Sometimes life has a funny way of reminding you that you can’t always get what you want.

12 hours down.

The younger boys in the car were starting to get impatient. Not only because the ride was painstakingly long, but because they were in charge of directions, and not one could read a map to save their lives.

“How much longer?” The youngest asks, picking at his nails in boredom.

“Yeah, where even are we?” The boy near him chimes in, peeking expectedly over the seat at the eldest, who’s now driving.

“Utah?” The blonde smashed in between the two of them asks, looking at the other boy in the passenger’s seat. He opens his mouth to answer, but Yeonjun cuts him off swiftly.

“Idaho,” He corrects him. “Don’t you know how to read a map?”

“He’s too young for them, the only map he’s ever read is Google Maps.” Soobin jokes from beside Yeonjun, legs kicked up onto the dashboard as he sits in the passenger seat.

Everyone but Beomgyu laughs, and then the second youngest next to him is speaking up. “Jun, why did we head North and not East to begin with?”

“Because, child,” Yeonjun says wistfully, “Idaho’s filled with forests, Utah and Arizona have lots of flat land. We’ll have lots of cover here to sleep and make our way East, it’s just easier this way.”

The car is silent as the rest of the boys ponder this, and then one of the youngest speaks up.

“Who made you the boss?” Taehyun grumbles, turning towards the window again.

“He’s the oldest.” Soobin replies, reclining his chair back so he can get comfortable, “He’s also the one driving, so I wouldn’t complain too much.”

The small talk quiets down as the younger boys all decide to sleep, and the second eldest opts for gazing at the green scenery passing by just outside the jeep. It’s not long before soft snores can be heard throughout the car, and the only two left awake are the oldest boys.

When the quietness becomes deafening, only then does Soobin speak.

“Know where you’re goin’ Jun?” He still faces the window. His voice is low - soft.

“A gas station, hopefully. We’re running on a quarter of a tank and if we don’t fill up soon we won’t make it far.”

Soobin breaths out a bitter laugh, and then shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

Yeonjun’s gaze flicks over to his friend, but their eyes don’t meet. He looks back to the winding road and his grip on the wheel loosens just slightly, his shoulders slouching as well. He knows what he means, he just doesn’t really want to talk about it.

“Just East, Bin. You know there was talk of help there. Groups - they could help us.”

Soobin’s already nodding, because he’s heard this speech dozens of times now. Go East, get help. It was his mantra, the thing that kept him going everyday. Problem was, he wasn’t so sure it was possible.

��So what are we gonna do after that, hm?”

Yeonjun shrugs easily, “We’re taking it one day at a time.”

And then it goes quiet, both boys’ minds reeling with their own thoughts and worries.

Soobin is the one to break the silence again.

“I just wanna go home.” He says, voice wavering just slightly, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Yeonjun understands where he’s coming from, and it hurts to see his best friend so miserable.

“We’ll get home. All of us, it’ll be okay.”

Soobin almost laughs, because he knows the truth.

He knows it won’t be okay. It won’t be okay because they’re trapped in some jeep in some state, in a country that isn’t theirs, and the chances of them even finding help are slim to none, let alone getting back home.

Soobin stays quiet.

The drive continues.

“We’re here, you all know the drill.” Yeonjun speaks to the rest of the boys after he finally steers the faded jeep off the freeway and into the parking lot of an abandoned, torn apart gas station just off I-84 a few hours later. Mumbles of agreement sound through the car as seatbelts unclasp, and the boys all prepare themselves for the work that lies ahead.

“I’ll check around the back for any gallons of gas,” Yeonjun explains as he eases on the brake, easily pushing the gear shift into park before unlatching his own seat belt, “Soobin, check for cash. The rest of you, find any food or supplies you can. And for fucks sake, try to stay together this time, got it?”

Yeonjun was used to this - being the one to give orders to the younger boys while simultaneously trying to swallow his own anxiety. He liked to say it got easier as time went on, but it didn’t. It never did.

“Everyone got their weapons?” Soobin asks, giving the younger ones in the back a side glance. They all nod.

The boys all have unique weapons in their possession, but they all have become proficient in using them, as they had no saying in the matter at all.

The youngest - who was, in a way, the least experienced - has a weapon that is as safe as possible for him to use, but can also be used to protect him. A metal mace, designed for clubbing, which he keeps tucked into one of his belt loops, and has aided him since he first discovered it. It hasn’t failed him yet.

The next eldest - skilled, but still clumsy at times - has a weapon much like the prior boys, just with more accessories. The head of his mace contains a spiked, metal ball, meant for piercing in one of the most painful ways possible. He’s used it many times. It’s his favorite.

The newly turned adult - finally getting the hang of this whole apocalypse thing - has a weapon different to the other boys, but still efficient. An axe, sharpened so thoroughly it could slice off a finger in the blink of an eye. He’s lost count of how many zombies he has taken out with it, but he’s proud of himself and his weapon. He’s getting better.

The second eldest - who doesn’t have to use his weapon, or rather, weapons, if he doesn't have to - is as skilled, if even more, than the rest of the younger boys. His weapons: two machetes, kept on him at all times, both slung in their holders at his waist, hidden almost completely by the clothes he wears, but able to be taken out in a moments notice. They haven’t failed him, ever. He knows they never will.

The oldest boy of the group - the newfound leader of them all - has a simple weapon. An aluminum bat, used for baseball or softball, but does a pretty damn good job at blowing zombie skull out as well. The boy has always been confident in his weapon, but more importantly, in himself. He knows he’d be fine with or without it.

“Okay,” Soobin speaks, “Ten minutes, tops. If anyone sees anything, do not keep it to yourself. Kill what you can, leave what you can’t. Don’t take any chances-”

“We got it, Bin.” The youngest replies, trying to ease the black-haired boys’ anxiety. He sighs and then nods, motioning towards the gas station.

“Okay. Let’s go then.”

The boys all pile out of the car, and the fun begins.

They split up, all moving quickly and silently to where they need to be. The three younger boys all stay together, making their way inside to look for food and supplies. The second eldest goes straight for the register inside as well, grabbing a stray crowbar from it’s place leaning against the wall on his way, just so it’ll be easier for him.

The oldest, however, splits off. He heads around the building towards the back, searching for any gas he can find.

“What kind of food are we looking for, Binnie?” The youngest asks once inside the store, rummaging through shelves of boxed snacks and packages of junk food, giving him a momentary glance before searching around again.

“Stuff that’ll last. And please don’t get shitty junk this time, Kai. We don’t need snacks that will slow us down, we need food. A little is okay, but try to get a variety, alright?” The boy speaks, biting on his lower lip as he wedges the crow bar into the register, bending his arms at an angle so he can drive it down and into the compartment. He takes a deep breath before lurching the bar forward with all of the strength he can, the metal groaning underneath it. In a second, the register pops open, and he stumbles forward a bit to make up for the momentum of it all.

“Anything?” Beomgyu asks as he stuffs his backpack with water bottles, looking at the eldest in the room.

“Not much, but it’s something.” Soobin replies, bending his arm back behind his head to keep the crowbar handy in his backpack, sorting through the money in the register after. The boy hums and continues on, moving to help the rest with supplies. The hardest part is almost done. All they have to do now is collect and fill up. And then they will be on their way.

Or else, they would have been, if the blue-haired boy wasn’t having so much trouble finding any gas.

Yeonjun swears under his breath momentarily as he searches the back for anything, sifting through empty containers and wood, trying to find just one gallon. Hell, he’d take half a gallon. Anything to get them to the next stop.

The sun is beating down on the boy, and he stands up straight after a few minutes of searching, sighing in frustration as he does so. He wishes it wasn’t this hard sometimes. He wishes it wasn’t like this sometimes.

Something in his peripheral flashes, and he turns his head to the right towards the corner of the building. His heart rate suddenly picks up as he sees it, finally. A gallon - filled to the very top with gas. Yeonjun could cry right then. It was like heaven on fucking earth seeing it.

The gravel beneath his worn, black dr. marten boots scrapes as he jogs over to the gallon, and he thinks he’s home free, that is until he actually reaches for the gallon.

In the blind of an eye, Yeonjun is suddenly pinned against the brick wall of the gas station, a knife to his throat and an arm bent across his chest, keeping him from moving at all.

His heart drops quicker than it ever has in his life, and he curses himself for being so stupid. And then, after a moment, he realizes what he’s looking at. And this shocks him even more than his own stupidity.

A girl, knife gripped with whitening knuckles and adorned in what he hates to admit is a really sexy outfit, stands before him. Gaze dark and lips curled into a scowl, staring up at him dangerously.

Yeonjun feels like he could cry again. But this time, not out of joy - only pure shock.

“Who are you?” The girl asks him bitterly, voice higher than he thought it would be.

Yeonjun stares dumbly at the girl, vocal cords apparently not working anymore as he hyper focuses on the sharp metal pressing against his adam’s apple. She lets out a sharp sigh before adding more pressure, making Yeonjun’s eyes widen as he lifts his arm up to grip her wrist. His arms - and to be completely honest, everything else - are a lot longer than hers, so he can reach easily. The girl doesn’t ease up, and Yeonjun struggles to let out a choked gasp.

“I said,” The girl repeats, “who the fuck are you?”

Yeonjun hates that he notices how she has a slight lisp, or how nice her teeth are, or even how pretty the light freckles dotting the bridge of her nose are, but he does. After all, he hasn’t been in the presence of a member of the opposite sex for months (un-zombified, he should clarify) and it doesn’t help that she is attractive. So, so attractive.

“Yeonjun.” The boy manages to pant out. This seems to please the girl just the slightest, and she lets off the pressure a bit, letting him breathe finally.

“Why are you here?” She questions him again. He coughs internally, realizing that she really does ask a lot of questions.

“Gas.” Is all he can say around coughs before he lets go of her wrist. The girl lets out a dry chuckle, void of all humor as her eyes flash to the gallon near her feet. She’s glaring at him in no time.

“Yeah, looks like it. Problem is, you were about to steal my gas.” She replies, letting out another deep sigh before her eyes flash with an emotion he can’t decipher.

“Are you here alone?”

Oh fuck, Yeonjun thinks.

He keeps his lips pressed in a tight line as she studies his reaction. Her eyes blow wide as she realizes he isn't, and then she’s yanking his arm away from her to walk him towards the entrance of the station, knife still pressed firmly to his throat.

Yeonjun weighs the options in his head momentarily.

On one hand, he is clearly stronger than the girl - that much he can tell by the way her hand grips his arm shakily, as if using all the force she can muster.

On the other hand, he doesn’t want to be shanked to death by a blood stained knife sharper than Beomgyu’s axe, so he figures it is best to just go along with what she wants. If she was going to kill him, she would have done it by now. That’s something he learned awhile ago.

“Tell whoever it is you’re with to give me everything you both have, and I won’t kill you.” She says harshly, jabbing her knee into the back of his leg momentarily to make him move faster, not realizing he was in a group. Truthfully, Yeonjun has no clue what to do, but he knows he’ll figure it out soon. And if he can’t, someone else will.

Once the girl rounds the corner and steps him up to the entrance, he sees the rest of the boys sorting through food for the trip ahead. He feels his lungs deflate with defeat then, feeling like the shittiest leader on the planet.

He prays the girl doesn’t kill them.

She’s back to kneeing him painfully in the back of the leg, and he clears his throat awkwardly, trying to get their attention.

“We found cash,” Soobin explains as he hears his best friend’s sound, still keeping his eyes trained on the packages in his hands, “Not much, but it’s something. Did you find any-?”

Once his eyes flick up to his friend, he stops talking. His hands drop the food in his grasp and he visibly pales. The younger boys look up as well, all reacting in similar ways. It is silent for a few moments, the only noise being Yeonjun’s ragged breathing, before his friend moves.

Soobin doesn’t waste any time before sliding his machetes out from their holders, the metal sounding sharply through the air as he twirls them in his palms to grip them properly. He steps forward towards the two just outside the exit, gaze dark. Yeonjun has never seen him look so intimidating.

Yeonjun gives his friend a worried look before the tallest lunges forward, already shouting as he takes long strides toward the two.

“WAIT!” Yeonjun screams suddenly, voice thick with fear as the girl behind him yanks him away from Soobin, shielding herself completely with him as the knife presses dangerously hard against his skin.

“Fucking wait!” Yeonjun pants, eyes squeezing shut as he grips onto the girls wrist again, nails digging into her skin as Soobin stands just inches away. His weapons are raised up, ready to slice into what would now be Yeonjun’s ribs if he proceeded.

“Nobody move!” The girl finally speaks up, eyeing Soobin from over Yeonjun’s shoulder, breath hot against his ear. He tries to ignore the small affect her breath on his skin has, and focus on the main problem at hand.

“Come any closer and I will not hesitate to slit his throat.” The girl says, voice visibly shaking as she does so. Yeonjun is still panting.

“Take whatever you want,” Soobin growls, “Just don’t hurt him.”

“Give me everything you have.” She replies. “Everything.”

Soobin sighs and his eyes glance behind him for a second, looking at the rest of the boys frozen in place.

“We don’t have much. Just a little bit of cash and some food and water. That’s it.”

The girl scoffs and Yeonjun feels her knife lighten up just slightly. He doesn’t hesitate to act quickly.

Yeonjun twists out of her grip in a flash, and has the girl pinned to the ground in an instant. Her cheek is against the concrete and her arms are bent back behind her, knife abandoned on the ground. An angry groan leaves her lips as she kicks her legs, and Yeonjun knows if looks could kill, they would all be dead.

“Now that that’s sorted.” Yeonjun groans, motioning for Soobin to grab her knife. The taller boy snatches it up off the ground before walking forward and pressing the heel of his boot against the girl’s lower back. She lets out a moan in pain before glaring up at him.

“I swear to god I’ll kill you.” She seethes, breathing shakily.

“Sure sweetheart,” Soobin rolls his eyes, giving Yeonjun a grin, “But it looks like we’re in charge now. And the question I wanna know is. . .”

Soobin pauses, lips inching up into a smirk now. Yeonjun mirrors his expression.

“Just who do you think you are?”

A/N: PLS ignore any mistakes there may be - it’s 1 am and I haven’t proof read, lol. Enjoy!!!

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Cold (DK)

genre: fluff, neighbor!au

word count: 838

summary: “Isn’t it a bit chilly? Here, wear this.”

series: 23 things a girlfriend wants to hear, based off of this

*screams* will you light my caaaaaandle i really wanted to go All In and do stripper reader x former junkie/struggling artist dk but can you imagine dk as a depressed former junkie???? no

You first met Lee Seokmin when you knocked on his door during a blackout at your apartment building.

You stood outside his doorway with arms crossed in front of your chest, your thin t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms useless in insulating you against the draft in the hallway. An unlit candle was clutched in your hands, the wick still black with soot. You heard a thud and a few curses from inside the apartment before the door swung open to reveal a tall man with a sleepy expression and messy hair. A large yawn erupted from him as he stretched a bit before peering at you curiously.

You grinned sheepishly, a bit apologetic at waking him up. “I live across from you, got a light?”

He glanced over your shoulder at the dark corridor before realization dawned on him. Stepping inside his apartment, he waved you in with a smile. “Yeah, of course.”

You shook your head, a bit wary at entering at stranger’s apartment. He rolled his eyes before saying, “Suit yourself. It looks a bit chilly out there though, and you’re shivering. At least put this on.” Without warning, he threw a large sweatshirt at you and shuffled towards his kitchen.

Your hand shot up in reflex and caught the article of clothing. Shrugging, you slipped it on – the news taught you to be careful of strangers, but no one was killed by wearing someone’s clothing, right? While waiting for your neighbor to come back, you inspected the plain gray sweatshirt which now enveloped your form. You picked out some stray orange hairs – could he have a pet? Before you could restrain your excitement, you called out, “Do you have some sort of animal here?”

You heard a drawer swing shut and a light chuckle. “Yeah, a fat orange tabby. Since I left the door open, you have to make sure he doesn’t escape!”

As if he knew he was the topic of conversation, you felt a nudge at your ankles. Looking down, you saw a bright orange cat trying to squeeze past your legs and out the door. Panicking, you bent down to scoop the cat up in your arms before stepping into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind you. The cat meowed in protest and made a show of wriggling out of your hold.

You pouted as you sat down on the ground, letting the cat approach you and squealing in joy as he decided to settle in your lap. You heard light laughter behind you and you turned to see your neighbor in the kitchen doorway with a box of matches in his hand. “You know, if I was an axe murderer, luring you in would be pretty easy.”

You shrugged in defeat and joked, “Well, you have a really cute cat, so you can’t be awful?”

“Well, I’m Seokmin, and that troublemaker there is Hoshi. Now that we’re not strangers, let me light your candle.”

He sat down next to you on the floor of his living room. With one hand still petting Hoshi, you held your candle out with your other. Your attention was on the purring cat on your lap before you felt a large hand envelope yours, your head swinging to see Seokmin’s brow furrowed in concentration as he lit the candle. You admired his face briefly in the soft glow before you exhaled, perhaps a bit too sharply. The flame flickered out, returning the room to darkness.

“It’s…out again.” You murmured.

The moonlight from the windows allowed you to make out that Seokmin was running a hand through his hair, whispering, “Where is Kwon Soonyoung when you need him?”

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head. “Let me try again.” This time, the flame held, and you moved to stand. Giving Hoshi one last scratch, you stood up and opened the door, bidding Seokmin a good night. You missed his wistful stare at your back. He missed that you had blew the candle out again.

The door opened immediately when you knocked a few moments later, almost as if he had been hoping you would come back. “It blew out again?” He asked.

“Yeah, maybe we live in a wind tunnel or something,” you said, a bit unconvincingly. “I also forgot to give you back this sweatshirt.”

“Well, that was actually my last match…since we have electronics and all nowadays, I never bought more. Why don’t you just use your phone’s flashlight?”

You groaned. “I’m not the best at charging my things, and my apartment has no heat…”

“Why don’t you stay over?” He said. He clapped his hand over his mouth, a bit stunned by his own sudden outburst. “I mean…I have a bunch of space heaters for Hoshi, and it wouldn’t be very neighborly to let you freeze to death…”

“This is only because you’re promising to keep me warm,” you laughed, stepping into his apartment again.

Little did you know, he would keep that promise for years to come, in more ways than one.

#seventeen scenarios #dk scenarios #dk imagines #seventeen imagines #seokmin scenarios #seokmin #dk #dokyeom #seventeen

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