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After-match Entertainment Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie

A/N: This was a request from @nobody516, rather spontaneous, but enjoy! I’m getting closer to 1k followers, keep it up! I have a special collab smut in the making to celebrate it. Also, I don’t watch much basketball, so I don’t know exactly how it works. I’ll do my best, though!

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“And it’s Yang with the ball, 1.2 seconds to go - HE SCORES! IT’S THE CRANES FOR THE WIN!”  Jennie cheered and clapped with the other cheerleaders as Yang Haneul scored the final two points of the basketball game. The ending score was 57 to 65, the Cranes had smashed the other team into the aether. The cheerleaders started up the classic Okeu Gongwon Academy chant as the buzzer rang out. While the losing team commiserated with each other, the Cranes were pouring cups of water and Bacchus-D on each other’s heads and slapping each other’s backs.

The cheerleaders continued the chant as the teams lined up and shook hands, muttered “good game”s audible over the continued cheers and clapping of the crowd. The opposing team filed out after a quick after-match pep talk from the coach, and the Cranes walked out of the gym towards the locker rooms with Haneul supported on their shoulders. Jennie and the cheerleaders followed, splitting off to go to the girls’ locker rooms, and the crowd dispersed.  Jennie lingered by her locker, waiting for the others to leave, having arranged to meet her boyfriend Minjoon after the match. Once they left to go home, she had a quick glance around to make sure no one was there before pulling her panties down to her ankles. Her and Minjoon wouldn’t just be hanging out, to say the least. She pulled her crop top up to the edge of her breasts. Checking herself in the mirror, she could see the sexy, teasing curve of her ass clearly beneath the small skirt and the rounds of her breasts under the top. Perfect.  She poked her head around the corner of the wall to check that there was no one around, her raven black locks falling around her head. She headed out and settled herself under the bleachers. No doubt Minjoon was having a party with his teammates.  After what seemed like half and hour, a figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim lights of the hallway.  “Jennie?” Minjoon’s voice said softly into the semidarkness. “You here?”   “Under the bleachers, Min.”   He ducked under the seats and crawled toward Jennie, who was laying on a large pad with her legs spread, the tiny skirt barely covering her womanhood.   He crawled across the pad, his hips automatically settling between her thighs.  “Jennie, babe, there’s been a bit of a…uh…change of plans.”   The sound of other, excited male voices, quickly getting louder, became audible from the hall.   Jennie looked at him suspiciously.  “What kind of change?”   Her question was answered when four other guys came around the bend and poured under the bleachers.   No further questions were asked as the other players removed their clothes. Something inside Jennie fluttered in excitement as she looked around at the cocks that were surrounding her. She lay back and let her head hang over the edge, opening her mouth for the guy behind her. They looked briefly around at Minjoon, who nodded, before taking action. One guy who Jennie recognized as Nam Su-Bin knelt by her head and thrust his cock roughly into her mouth, groaning as her throat squeezed him. She lifted her skirt teasingly. Another settled beside her and pulled her on top of him, gently sliding into her ass. She moaned as Su-Bin slid back into her throat, now coated with saliva and precum. Minjoon himself stepped forward and inserted his shaft into her pussy, which was now coated with slick. She moaned louder as his cock quickly found that one spot inside her that she loved most, a movement that had been practiced so many times it was instinctual. She stratched out her hands for the other two, and they gladly stepped forward and presented their dicks to her hands, which began stroking with well-practiced ease.  It was better than what she had anticipated the evening’s turn-outs to be. She had expected to go home with Minjoon’s cum leaking out of her pussy, but instead, five guys’ cum would join his. Minjoon pulled her off the other two and positioned her on top of himself, others quickly filling in the empty space as he fucked her. She lost all consciousness of or care for who was who as that familiar feeling of bliss rose inside her again.  “Fuck yes, Min,” she panted into his ear. “Fuck me harder…oh my god yess…”.   She loved this, being surrounded by cocks, invaded from all sides, no one and nothing to obstruct the pleasure and the raw desire, Minjoon softly groaning in her ear as he drew closer to his own peak. She lifted her head again and her mouth was immediately invaded once more. As her every hole was stuffed full, she realized that she didn’t just love this, she didn’t just want this, she needed this. A stifled shout of intense satisfaction sounded from behind her just as a sudden warmth flooded her asshole. It took her by surprise and she gave a loud “ah”.  The guy in front of her groaned and pulled her head all the way to the base of his shaft, spurting his load directly down her throat with a faint “ah fuck”.  The two guys who had orgasmed were quickly overtaken by the remaining two, and Jennie was filled to the brim again within seconds. Left with nothing to do with her hands, she pushed up on Minjoon and rose him, grinding her hips back and forth while she was facefucked.  Sweat gathered on her hairline as she humped him, getting dangerously close to her peak. She held it in though, determined to outlast the others. The one fucking her ass picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder until he too went over the edge. The second load of the night spurted into her ass, and she moaned into her deepthroating, shooting the guy’s pleasure through the roof. He pulled her to the base with some difficulty, owing to the sheer thickness of his cock, and she choked and coughed as his cum sprayed down her throat.  They both pulled back, leaving her to ride Minjoon.  “Fuck, Jennie, you’re so tight…” He groaned as she squeezed him, pleased with herself. “You feel so good babe…”     She lay down on him again, giving him control. He started plowing her with  relentless force, eliciting squeaks of pleasure  and high-pitched moans from her     “Oh my god, yes, yes, fuck, don’t stop!” She cried, face contorting in bliss as he jabbed up into her.  “Jennie, I’m gonna cum,” he panted breathlessly, his orgasm control quickly dissolving. “I’m gonna fucking cum, I can’t hold back, you feel so good, fuck-”      With one last moan, he tipped back his head and pulled her down on him, a clap of flesh-on-flesh resounding in the abandoned gym as he emptied his load into her tight pussy. The flood of warm cum in her hole triggered Jennie’s orgasm like a row of dominoes. She sat up and rode out her orgasm, squirting all over him. Arms trembling with post-orgasm lethargy, she slumped over onto his chest as the others picked up their things and left.  “I love you, Minjoon.” She whispered some time later, still peacefully relaxing on him.  “I love you too, Jen. You’re so sexy, it’s killing me.”  “Do you want to sleep at my house?” Jennie asked, turning her eyes on him. “My parents wouldn’t mind.”  “Can we continue the ride there?”  She smiled. “Yes, of course. When we get there, I’m gonna ride you dry.”  “We’d better be going then, it’s already seven. I’ll text my parents.”   “Good. I want to go to school tomorrow with your cum leaking out of me.”  He smiled too. “I’ll see what I can do.”        A/N: This was just a quickie, nothing long and serious, but I hope you enjoyed! Like I said, I don’t know much about basketball, but this wasn’t focused on basketball anyway. 

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wicked games - lee minho

pairing: lee minho x f!reader genre: academic rivals to lovers cw: curse words, parental abuse and neglect, unhealthy relationship with studying, bullying, minho is a dick sometimes summary: park y/n thinks lee minho is an idiot (regardless of how many 100% scores he scored on countless tests, how many of his papers were praised by professors, and how many ugly academic olympic trophies he won), but she can't quite remember who she was before he came along to be the bane of her fucking existence. when the two go head-to-head for a scholarship to her dream college, all hell breaks loose at haneul high school. ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

￫ chapter one: destiny works in mysterious ways (wc: 4.3k)

↳ eventful timeline of terror that marked unpleasant but fundamental moments for the comprehension of the relationship between y/n and minho, its apex in the current moment in which the story takes place, the unpredictable senior year of high school

￫ chapter two: off to the races (wc: 3k)

↳ the proposal of a scholarship won through a competition is rubbed in the students' faces by the school and park y/n and lee minho can't be expected not to fly at each other's throats in the process of trying to win over one another

￫ chapter three: hit you harder (wc: 4.5k)

↳ being forced to pair up with minho in the chem lab makes for an unpleasant start to y/n's morning, but the strange blonde boy who awaits her at his knees at the end of the class makes an interesting turn of events

￫ chapter four: rumour has it (wc: 4k)

↳ rumors between y/n and hyunjin fly loose through the halls of haneul high school, and when they reach minho's ears, who knows what it might do to him

￫ chapter five: roses are fine, but i like the harder stuff (wc: 3.2k)

↳ how could minho prefer anything his money could buy over the blind hatred she felt for him?

￫ chapter six: color me green (wc: 2.6k)

↳ when school's valentine's day arrives, very little can spoil minho's good mood, especially when he finally finds out who the hwang hyunjin guy is… not that he cares anyway

￫ chapter seven: action and reaction (wc: 2.1k)

↳ when the stars start to drip from the sky, minho sees himself having to do the thing he hates the most in the world: go home

￫ chapter eight: i'll be your mirror (wc: 2.6k)

↳ triggered by the weight of his home, minho runs to the one who is always there for him; a deep dive into the friendship between him and yongbok

￫ chapter nine: welcome to the jungle (wc: 2.7k)

↳ the running for school's student council president is happening, which can only mean one thing... they want to kill each other (again)

￫ chapter ten: detention (wc: 2k)

↳ minho did something bad, but his name not being said on stage and the round of applause not being meant for him makes it all worth it

￫ chapter eleven: savior complex (wc: 2.4k)

↳ "the way to hell is paved with good intentions", but does that saying extend to the complexion of hwang hyunjin or does it stop only for him?

￫ chapter twelve: i'm looking through you (wc: 2.5k)

↳ yongbok started to plant a seed inside minho's head to try and make him realize what his feelings really mean, but he's almost figuring it out on his own

￫ chapter thirteen: feels like we only go backwards (wc: 3.5k)

↳ the hostility between minho and y/n is too much to bear even by the people around them, that’s why throwing them in a small room and locking them up together seemed like a good idea at a first glance

￫ chapter fourteen: i still don’t know where everything went (wc: 5.2k)

↳ something is going on inside minho but he can’t quite put his finger on it. the school’s basketball game, however, can only make his confusion worse

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 40]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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You paced around your living room, chewing on your thumb nail. When you heard the bell, you jumped slightly but scrambled to answer the door. Eden, Seonghwa and Jongho stood there with serious looks on their faces.

"Thanks for coming so quickly." You let them in. You looked around the outside before closing the door and locking it.

"What happened?" Seonghwa immediately jumped into protective mode, hugging you tightly with comfort and reassurance. Eden and Jongho sat on the couch.

"My old landlord sent me this... It happened after I left." You showed them the picture.

"That's not good." Jongho frowned.

"Luckily you got out of there. If you had decided to leave at a later time, who knows what could have happened." Eden shook his head. You gulped while Seonghwa rubbed your back.

"But you got out. It's okay." He comforted. You fought back the fearful sobs that tried to escape.

"We can't keep counting our lucky stars and praying for close shaves though. I'm glad you told us this instead of keeping it to yourself, Indigo. This right here means that this person or persons are escalating. They're showing that they are capable and willing to get in close proximity." Eden said.

"What should I do? I asked all of you here because I don't know what to do now. My old landlord will be getting the police involved, I told her I'll help with whatever I can." You sighed.

"You didn't contact the police before this?" Seonghwa asked, a small look of disappointment that you didn't do what you promised him you would.

"I'm sorry. I just..." You buried your face in your hands.

"No, don't apologise. This is not your fault, not at all." Jongho placed a hand on your knee.

"Eden hyung, does anyone know that Indigo moved or her new address? Who knows besides you, Maddox hyung and the Ateez members." Jongho asked.

"Only a handful of people that needed to settle the logistics and securing the apartment. I tried to keep it to as little people as possible so that word won't get out and possibly reach the ears of this person." Eden explained.

"I'm starting to think this is being done by someone on the inside." The youngest thought out loud.

"Why?"

"You and Mingi hyung barely have time to go out on dates. The only time someone would have seen you two together is in the company building. And who else knows where you lived?" He reasoned.

"That's true. When Indigo joined, her profile was kept as blank as possible and the media doesn't know her." Eden nodded.

"I still say we keep things under wraps while we launch our own investigation." Seonghwa suggested.

"I agree."

"No, this is exactly what I didn't want. Seonghwa and Jongho, you need to focus on the comeback. And Eden, I'm really grateful for this but you have more than enough on your plate with producing. I'm not going to add on to any of what you're doing." You said, looking at all 3 of them.

"But we can't let this go, Indigo. It's not right. What if you get hurt? This person can't get away with doing this to you." Seonghwa frowned and squeezed your hand.

"I'll go with my old landlord to the police. I promise, this time, I'll make a report." You said firmly.

"You update us on everything, okay?" Jongho requested.

"I will. I've already told ahjumma that I can't see Haneul for a while, I can't risk this person seeing her and threatening her. That's my main fear." You informed.

"Indigo, you need to worry about yourself too. I know you prioritise the safety of Haneul, Mingi and us. But please, this person could seriously harm you. You have to be careful." Seonghwa said.

"I'll make up an excuse to prevent people from entering the producer's floor. Only artists and producers are now allowed. And I'm sorry but you need to make sure no one sees you and Mingi, even at work." Eden sighed.

"Okay. With the comeback and music video coming up, we hardly get to spend time anywhere so that's easy." You nodded.

"Remember that we're in this together, Indigo. You're not alone, you don't have to suffer alone." Jongho patted your shoulder with an encouraging smile.

"Thank you." You shot them a grateful smile. You seriously don't know what you would do without them.

"When are you going to the police station with your landlord?" Seonghwa asked.

"Later this afternoon." You replied. Eden insisted on going with you for moral support. Althought Seonghwa and Jongho wanted to go with you since their schedule permitted, you all decided that it wasn't a good idea in case fans spotted them at the police station. It would just bring more attention to you.

"You'll be okay. I'll protect you." Seonghwa whispered as he hugged you. The words he told you were exactly the same as what you've been repeating to Mingi in silence.

That you would protect him and put him first. This person might get to you but you won't let them get past you to hurt Mingi.

"I'll see you soon, Hwa. Thank you." You mumbled. Seonghwa nodded and patted your back.

"You know where to find us if you need us. You're never a bother." Jongho said as you hugged him before the two Ateez boys took their leave.

"Eden, there's actually something else I need to talk to you about before we go to the police station." You gulped. Eden nodded and sat down on the couch, the coffee you made him in his hands.

"Mhmm, I'm listening." He nodded.

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Just as you guessed, there wasn't much to be done by the police. There were no suspects to go off on. All you could do was file the report, submit the photos of everything that has happened so far and for them to keep the record.

"Indigo. You're here!" Wooyoung stopped dancing when he saw you at the door of the dance studio. He ran to you, lifting you up and spinning you around.

"Woo!" You squealed in laughter before he put you down. He gave you a big smooch on the cheek.

"Don't get me wrong, I love that you're here for me. But what are you doing here?" He asked, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm on break but I suddenly thought about coming see you so my feet naturally came to find you then here I am." You shrugged while giggling.

"I'm glad you're still thinking of me even though silly Mangi is always all over you. He's like your guard dog or something." He winked flirtatiously. You threw your head back in laughter. Wooyoung is probably the most vocal about his 'jealousy' and how he doesn't like that you spend most of your time with Mingi now.

"But Woo, I don't want to bother you if you're practicing dance." You said sternly.

"No, I promise you're not. There was just some free time so I hitched a ride with San to the studio. He's working out with our trainer now. I have English class in... an hour." He checked his watch.

"Oh, how has English class been okay?" You asked in English. You see Wooyoung's eyes widen in slight panic as he scrambles.

"Uh... Yeah! You know... English is easy! Okay!" He recovered with a smile. You laughed.

"Don't do that to me out of nowhere! I was not prepared!" He yells, slapping your arm in outrage. That only made you laugh more, making you crumble on the ground.

"You're so mean!" He pouted.

Instead of remaining in the stuffy studio, you and Wooyoung sat at one of the lounge areas in the artists' quarters. He ordered delivery coffee for you both to enjoy while you talked. Wooyoung was someone that you could talk to about anything under the sun.

"Are you excited for the comeback?" You asked, leaning back against the couch. Wooyoung sipped his coffee and nodded his head with a smile.

"It's always exciting yet nervewrecking when presenting new stuff to Atiny. You know, new songs, new album, new choreography, new video. I want them to like it." He said

"I get it. But they're your fans, they'll love it, for sure. Even if it's not their favourite, they'll always support you." You assured.

"I'm glad I get to showcase more of myself with each comeback. Whether it's dance, vocals or performance aesthetics." He tapped his chin.

"It's thanks to you, you know?" He looked over at you.

"Me?" You blinked, pointing at yourself.

"With each producer we work with, we discover more about ourselves as artists. We figure out what our strengths and weaknesses are in music. But I think working on this album with you, a lot of us learnt more about ourselves. You pushed us to experiment and try new things, especially during song camp." He explained.

"I think there's always more to an artist. No one is ever one dimensional in that way. Sure, strengths are highlighted but we rarely give ourselves a chance to try." You shrugged.

"That's true." Wooyoung nodded in agreement.

"How has your time in KQ been so far? Do you like it here?" Wooyoung asked you back.

"I do like it here, it's been good working with all of you, Edenary, the other creative teams. I'm learning a lot." You hummed.

"But...?"

"There's no but. I would say it's different. I have always been used to working alone and still am, in some way. But being here and working with the team has been really insightful." You explained.

"It's my first real taste of the industry above the underground scene. And I'm grateful to have a good experience right from the get go." You added.

"Right? We're one of the nicest out there." Wooyoung scoffed proudly. It's true, everything has been nice and smooth. You and Edenary hit it off well, understanding each other on a personal and musical level. The Ateez boys as well, all of you shared synergy.

"I've definitely picked up a thing or two here that has made me a better producer. Like Hongjoong helping me with my current OST project, I wouldn't even know where to start with that." You said.

"Well, in turn, we've learnt a lot about producing too. From you. And I think Hongjoong hyung also learnt some things from you."

"I hope it's good things." You chuckled.

"Of course, we only picked up the good things. None of us would want your terrible eating and sleeping habits." He snickered, making you slap his arm.

"That's mean and uncalled for. I'm improving and trying to follow a routine schedule now, okay?" You sulked.

"Sure..." He cooed, pinching your cheek.

"I've been saying this the entire time but this is the first time I experience working closely with idols orthe actual recording artist. I remain anonymous so I usually just send in my work and possibly edit a little here and there before the connection is cut. It's an experience for sure." You smiled softly.

"I don't blame you. The industry and the people that come along with it can be cruel. Especially since you're alone, you protect yourself in any way that you can." Wooyoung nodded.

"That's why I find it hard to believe we got along so well so quickly. I'm usually more private than this." You laughed.

"We're very trusting people."

"That you are. Not just the 8 of you but Edenary as well. It's not a cold producing factory here. It's a cooperative ecosystem, which I appreciate. " You agreed.

"Does that mean you'll stay?!" He asked excitedly, as if he had been waiting to ask this question, his previous conversations leading up to it. But at the way your face faltered, Wooyoung's excited smile fell slightly. Not for long though, he picked it back up quickly.

"It's okay, you don't have to answer that. Sorry, I asked. It was insensitive of me." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"N-No, Woo. There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I don't know what my future is going to be like in this industry so I don't want to make a promise I can't keep." You forced a smile.

"I understand." He nodded.

"Will you go underground again?" He followed up.

"I don't know. If there are good opportunities, maybe. I'm not boxing myself in a for sure plan. The music scene is always changing. I'll go wherever I'm wanted." You shrugged.

"You're wanted here..." He mumbled but you pretended not to hear him. You loved the boys, you really do and they have become such good friends. They've taught you a lot but you didn't know if your future was with KQ. You reached over to grasp his hand, bringing it to rest on your thigh.

"I would hate to disappoint you by saying one thing and doing another." You patted the back of his hand.

"Indigo, you would never disappoint me. I was being selfish by asking, you should do what's best for you and your career. Anyone would be lucky to have you on their team." He smiled.

"Thank you for saying that."

"I can't say I speak for the rest btu I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had turned down a big opportunity just to stay with us." He said.

"Whatever you decide, wherever you go, we'll always be a family. You're not getting rid of us so easily." He grinned.

"Of course." You reached over to hug him. Wooyoung squeezed you tightly, the both of you letting out giggles. You realised that he was one of the ones that always appreciated tighter hugs.

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat. You turned to see Mingi standing there, fresh out of the shower, towel slung over his shoulder and a judgemental eyebrow raised. You stifled a laugh as Wooyoung just continued to hold you, challenging Mingi.

"Let go." Mingi commanded.

"No. She was mine first." Wooyoung growled. Mingi squinted his eyes at Wooyoung, his jaw tense. He stepped forward and tried to separate the two of you.

"Ow, ow, Mings." You winced. Mingi immediately stopped and Wooyoung let you go.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?" Mingi cupped your cheeks, guilt and worry crossing his face. You laughed.

"I'm fine, Mings. Your rings were just digging into my collarbone." You rubbed your sore collar. Mingi let out a sigh of relief but he still felt bad for hurting you even in the slightest.

"This is your fault." Mingi hissed.

"ME?! How is it my fault? You were the one who came and interrupted!" Wooyoung yelled, feeling wronged for getting the blame. Mingi glared, his arm protectively curling around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his thigh. But you squirmed, remembering where you were and your conversation with Eden.

"We shouldn't, Mings. Someone might see." You told him gently, not wanting to hurt him by rejecting his affection.

"But we're in the artist lounge and you had no issue hugging him out in the open earlier." Mingi nodded over to Wooyoung, who rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"You're right, we shouldn't have done that." You told him.

As you turned to continue talking to Wooyoung and drink your coffee, Mingi frowned slightly. You were acting weird. But Mingi wasn't going to bring it up now when Wooyoung was here.

"What do you think, Mings?" You asked, turning back to him. Mingi blinked in confusion.

"What?"

"Are you alright?" You frowned in worry.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry, I just spaced out for a moment. What did you say, baby?" He raised his eyebrows to show that all his attention was on you now. From the expression on your face, Mingi knew that he didn't convince you but you didn't press further.

"Wooyoung suggested for the whole group to come over to my place tonight for dinner. We can have takeout and just chill. Also as a housewarming of sorts." You relayed.

"Oh. If that's what you want, baby. It's your house." Mingi smiled softly, stroking your hair.

"Is everyone free tonight?" His question now directed at Wooyoung.

"Yeah. There's Idol Radio table read but that ends at 7:30. We can just start first then Yunho and Hongjoong hyung join us when they're done." Wooyoung nodded.

"Only if you're not tired." Mingi said.

"But are you sure you guys can? Don't you want the night off to relax and sleep? Plus, you're all on your diets..." You checked.

"That's for us to worry about, baby. We can relax at your place too, like you said, it will be a chill night. I'm sure the boys miss hanging with you. As for the diets, how about we buy the food, hmm? We know what we can eat so we'll buy what we need. So you don't have to worry about a thing." Mingi kissed your temple.

"Okay." You nodded. Wooyoung giggled excitedly, sending the group chat the invite. Everyone replied almost immediately, excited to just kick back and chill with you tonight.

"I have to go for my English class. I'll see you two tonight." Wooyoung stood up.

"Thank you for the coffee and the chat." You waved back. Wooyoung sent you a wink, which made Mingi tighten his hold on you.

"What's your schedule for the rest of the day?" You asked him. Mingi took his phone out to check his schedule.

"Well, I finished my work out with the trainer for the day. Then at 4, it looks like I've got Japanese class. I might head to the studio afterwards just to check in with Eden for a bit." He said.

"Should I wait for you?"

"No need. It'll be chaotic tonight so go home and get some rest if you're done with your work." He rubbed your arm lovingly. You nodded, naturally leaning back against Mingi's chest until your brain reminded you again of your surroundings and you sat up.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay? Is something the matter? You know you can tell me anything." Mingi asked, his eyebrows coming together in worry.

"I-I know. I'm fine, I just remembered I have to submit one of my production drafts." You lied.

"Alright." He pressed his lips into a thin line.

"I'll see you tonight, Mings. Have a good lesson." You squeezed his hand with a small smile. Mingi nodded with a soft hum, wrapping an arm around you to hug you loosely and briefly.

Once you were out of sight, you let out a sigh of relief. Mingi was definitely suspicious now, you had to act more discreet, which meant you would need to change your own habits. You couldn't act comfortably around Mingi anymore and risk anyone else seeing the two of you together.

Mingi stood in the lounge, where you left him, staring at the hallway where you disappeared off to. There was a dull ache in his chest.

You were acting different, not entirely, but as if you were trying to put some distance between you and him. Mingi felt like his worse nightmare was happening right before his eyes.

Were you getting sick of him? Or this relationship?

The feelings you had for him, were they slowly fading away?

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Summary: Miyoung is up late with an upset tummy, so Jaemin stays up with her. Though, your husband wakes up not feeling so great the next morning. Pairing: cashmere lop!Jaemin x fem human!reader Genre: fluff, slice of life Tropes: parent au, hybrid au Rating: PG Warning: mentions of surgeries, mentions of hospitals, sickness (vomiting, fever, etc), mentions of medication Word Count: 1,874 Note: enjoy this bunny!Jaemin fic <;3 @raibebe wanted this so badly when I was with her last week, and I finally got around to finishing it!

Neo Hybridverse Masterlist || Cashmere Lop!Jaemin Masterlist

It was another exhausting day at the hospital. In his one 13-hour rotation, Jaemin had performed seven surgeries on a variety of his patients. The most gruesome was an open heart surgery on one of his three-year-old patients. He huffs as he turns his key in the lock and steps into his rather quiet home. At least, it should’ve been quiet. Instead, he’s greeted with the sound of Miyoung mumbling and whining. The two-year-old bunny hybrid should have been asleep for a long time now. She’s always been a great sleeper too, so the fact that she was awake was very out of the ordinary.

Walking down the hall quietly, he stops in your shared bedroom to change into something cleaner and more comfortable. In the end, Jaemin opts just to wear a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. He still can hear his daughter mumbling and whining about something. A few steps down the hall, he finds you with your daughter in her bedroom. 

You turn toward Jaemin, and you know it’s clear how exhausted you are. You’ve been holding this bucket in Miyoung’s lap for at least the past hour and a half as she cries and whines, occasionally interrupting herself with another spout of throwing up. You’re about to fill in your husband on the evening’s events, but you hear your two-year-old start to gag again. You whip your head around and immediately pull her thick black hair and long, fuzzy tan ears out of her face. It’s not a pretty sight, to say the very least. The moment she’s finished with this most recent spout of sickness, she sees her dad and immediately begins sobbing.

“Daddy!” she practically yells between hiccups.

Jaemin’s already beside her on her small toddler bed before she fully calls for him. He scoops her up into his lap and does his best to soothe her sobs. Miyoung isn’t a huge fan of anyone touching her ears unless it’s you, your husband, or her best friend, Haneul. Anyone other than that, she’ll scream bloody murder at for touching her. So, when Jaemin starts gently running his hand over her ears, she instantly begins to calm down.

“How long has she been getting sick?” Jaemin asks softly, rocking the two-year-old in his lap.

“Maybe two hours…” you explain, “She ate dinner fine; just didn’t want to eat some of the fruits. She went to sleep fine. Then I woke up to the sound of gagging followed by splattering just outside our bedroom door.”

“Medicine?” your husband questions.

“You can try, but she’s been getting sick quite a bit.”

Jaemin nods, ears flopping forward as he does so, “You go back to sleep. I can handle it.”

“Jaemin, are you sure? You just got home and-”

“I got it. You have to go back to the hospital in the morning, I’m just on call tomorrow.”

You sigh, knowing that you won’t be able to convince him to go to bed. You lean up on your knees and kiss Miyoung’s head. The little bunny hybrid is still sniffling slightly as she finally reaches the end of her much-needed calm down. Then, you lean over more to give your husband a kiss goodnight. You know he’ll find his way into your bedroom once your daughter is finally feeling well enough to sleep peacefully. You exit the room and finally process just how exhausted you actually are. It doesn’t take long for you to succumb to sleep once you’re in your bed again.

“Can we go take some medicine real quick, Mimi?” Jaemin asks gently

She shakes her head and tries to bury her face further into her dad’s shirt, “It’s yucky.”

“It’ll make you feel better, though, sweetheart.” he explains, “It’ll make your angry tummy feel happy again.”

He can almost see the cogs turning in her little mind. Eventually, she nods. That’s all Jaemin needs to see before standing up (still holding her close to his chest) and making his way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The toddler is already half asleep on his shoulder by the time they walk down the short hallway. It’s painfully obvious that she’s not feeling her best, but Jaemin knows he has to get this medicine in her system before she fully crashes for the night. Somehow, he manages to open and pour the medication with one hand before placing the small cup on the countertop.

“Mi,” he whispers, nudging his shoulder slightly to wake her, “Can I put you down to take this really quick?”

Miyoung mumbles something in her delirious half-asleep state that sounds something like a yes. Placing her down, Jaemin is immediately met with whines of protest from his daughter. Still, he gets her to take the medicine and praises her for taking it so well before carrying her back into her bedroom. She’s already asleep by the time he places her in her small bed and covers her. Her oversized ears are splayed out against her pillow, and soft snores escape her mouth once in a while. He looks at her with eyes that can only be described as sparkling with pure love for his child. Jaemin stands there for a moment, just watching her finally peacefully before moving quietly around the small room to clean up. He pokes his head back into the toddler’s room when he finishes. For a moment, he debates leaving her to rest on her own. That moment flees very quickly as he finds himself stepping into her room and getting as comfortable as he can with his head resting against her mattress. It’s not the most comfortable, but at least he can ensure that he’ll be right there for her if she wakes up and gets sick again.

You wake up and reach over to cuddle up against Jaemin, only to find that he’s not beside you. Panic rushes through your body for a moment before you process that he could very well be in Miyoung’s room. You trudge out of your room and poke your head in to see both your bunnies asleep on Miyoung’s bed. Jaemin is clearly too large to be sleeping in such a cramped, awkward way. He’d do anything for your little girl, though. He has an arm across her body, and his fingers just barely graze against her furry ears, subconsciously petting them slightly even in his sleep. 

Your presence must’ve been detected by your husband, though, because he shifts a moment later and opens his eyes. Something’s not right about him, and you already know it. He doesn’t say a word as he stands and shuffles toward you. You study his body language and notice how he’s making no effort to move his ears out of his face as he moves. Jaemin simply stops in front of you and drops his head on your shoulder.

“I caught something overnight.” his voice is rumbly from sleep still but clearly very stuffy too.

You chuckle and pet his hair gently, “You go lay down in your own bed, and I’ll get you some tea.”

He nods and snuggles into the crook of your neck for a moment before continuing on his way to your shared bed. The quiet morning doesn’t last long, though. As you’re making the tea, you hear excited small footsteps barreling down the hallway. Clearly, your two-year-old is better and ready to play already.

“Momma, momma, momma!” you hear her call, “‘M all better!”

“I see that baby bun.” you chuckle, lowering your voice to a whisper, “We need to be quiet, though. Daddy doesn’t feel very good now. He’s sleeping.”

Miyoung thinks for a moment before looking up at you with big sparkly eyes. Those eyes could make you move mountains if she asked you to. 

“I’m Daddy’s doctor?” she asks with a pout in her voice.

“You wanna take care of Daddy?” you ask back. She nods, “Okay, sweetie, I’ll take Daddy his tea, then you can help me get other things we need to help him feel all better.”

“Med-cine!” she shouts suddenly.

“You mean medicine? We don’t know if Daddy needs medicine yet, though.” you explain.

She pouts and stomps her foot against the floor. It’s a new bunny habit she’s discovered recently, and she’s milking it while she can. Miyoung reaches up toward you, asking to be picked up. You happily oblige. Her small finger points toward the cabinet where all the daily medications, like allergy medicine, are. 

“Daddy, med-cine.” she restates.

You’re not sure what she could get for him out of this cabinet to help him, but you indulge her still. Opening the cabinet, she immediately reaches forward and grabs a brightly colored container. It’s her vitamins. 

“Make Daddy all better!”

“You think?” she nods at you, “We can bring it with his tea and see what he says.”

You put her down and watch as she happily runs with the container toward your bedroom. You follow close behind with Jaemin’s tea. When you turn into your bedroom, you find her struggling to climb up on the bed while still holding the container of vitamins. Jaemin’s awake and notices her. He sits up, reaches to pick her up, and asks her what she has in her hands.

“Daddy med-cine!” she enthuses.

“Baby, those are your vitamins.” he explains, interrupting himself with a cough, “Do you think your vitamins can help me feel all better?”

She puffs her cheeks in a pout before nodding, “All better.” she insists.

You chuckle as you approach them, placing Jaemin’s tea on his side table, “Here’s your tea. I’ll go get you some actually decongesting medicine.” you lean over and kiss his forehead, “And the thermometer… and the fever reducer just in case we need it. You better stay in bed. I’ll call out so you aren’t sick and trying to take care of Miyoung.” you offer.

Miyoung urges the bottle of vitamins towards him again, “Daddy, take med-cine!” 

“How about a kiss from my doctor instead? That’ll make me feel much better.” he chuckles despite his ill state.

He sniffles for a moment before he has a lap-full of toddler. Miyoung gives him a very wet kiss on the cheek. By the time you return with the necessary things, you’re greeted with Jaemin’s (still sick-sounding) laughter and Miyoung littering kisses across her dad’s face. She knows he’ll stop her from trying to kiss his lips because he doesn’t feel good. As affectionate as the both of them are, Jaemin makes it very clear that if you, he or Miyoung doesn’t feel well, she can’t give them kisses on the lips, or she’ll get sick too. She knows that rule very well after catching the flu from you despite her dad’s warning. You watch them silently for a moment. Nothing could make these moments more precious other than everyone being healthy, of course. 

“Thank you, my Mimi. I’m all cured now, thanks to your kisses.” he smiles brightly at her.

You know he’s playing into her slightly, but he means his words still. It might not be cured in a physical sense, but emotionally, having Miyoung is the most healing thing both you and Jaemin could ever ask for.

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[pandas-pandemonium]

Alain Kumar's Protectiveness

Content Warnings: Yandere, descriptions of implied drug/substance abuse (not towards reader)

Note: 1/5 boys, they'll all get a little headcanon focusing on their main trait! Isa's is also done so I'll post that after this.

Alain wants you to consider him as the Only marriageable option out of everyone, and he'll do anything to stay in your good graces

He's learnt how to cook several recipes from various cultures, all the cleaning hacks, sewing and more. If you have a uterus he's learnt all the necessary biology facts and period care tips to provide maximum comfort; he's even first-aid certified! Truly, a perfect husband... right? Right??

Alain is also extremely protective down to his core, and firmly believes that a good husband would never let his spouse (to-be) get in the way of harm, ever. While not as manipulative as Haneul, Alain has a few tricks up his sleeve to deter anyone he sees as a potential threat to your safety. Not your relationship, no, he trusts you too much for that. Besides, he doubts that anyone would try something once he puts a ring on your finger!

Alain is a great cook, and has quite an extensive knowledge of chemicals from his brief period of time taking a toxicology degree (he's still taking it part-time alongside his idol career), and knows how to use that knowledge and put it to good use.

He would never drug you, no! But he doesn't mind drugging the guy who attempted to invite you for drinks, or the girl who suggested you pick up smoking. Those are such awful substances! Why would they even try to put your health at risk?? Nothing like too much benadryl mixed in that colleague's beer or laced on that other coworker's cigarette to put them into an overdose~

If he could, Alain would also demand that you stay away from any flammable, sharp or poisonous object or substance, but alas, he knows that you, as an assistant manager will have to interact with such things every now and then. Haneul is also against Alain bubble-wrapping you, much to his dismay

Alain's also been saving up for a pretty cushy penthouse in the inner city, the perfect place for both of you to live out your lives, and he's planning to get a risk assessment done to make sure everything is 100% (or as close to it as possible) free from any risks that could hurt you

General advice is to make sure to hide any papercuts or accidental injuries from Alain, because the man is one slip and fall away to deciding that you need to be locked up and monitored for your own good.

[prplocks]

♡☆♡ kiss of life wallpaper

reblog if you save ▪︎

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[shuhua-cb]

Shuhua smiles as she finally sits down, the café closed for the day as the last few costumers leave– A sign on the door signaling people can still stop by for leftovers if in need. Christmas week is always so busy, the dinner taking the most out of them and the days to come as busy and hectic as people make endless orders for their new year's tables.

"Unnie, we need to hire more people for next year! We've been so occupied I just now could update the socials!"

The manager chuckles, smiling and nodding as she disappears to get ready with the preparations for the next day. Shuhua looks at the time before standing up and locking the door to begin her closing duties.

The girl doesn't mind the hectic really, knowing she'd be alone at home otherwise for the entirety of the holidays if it wasn't for the events the café hosts. She stares at some couples walking by, light snow falling, and the store's lights making everything look dreamy.

What a beautiful sight. What a wonderful season.

Sighing softly, Shuhua plays some music before a knock on the door distracts her.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❀・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

🩷 — @clubwnderland @shin-haneul @neonvandalsxcb @neverland-fairies @silcntxnight @urluvlyfe @oppositesattraxt @norselegends-cb @jinju-oc @fallenangels-cb @domxbot @moonlightchn @coffeexdreamcb @thetoplinecb @teyvatcb @lunaaofthemoon @oc-honeys @darkloversxcb @yandereskz @darkkingdomscb @johnnys-toes-cb @markshands-cb @domrachaa @soyeon-cb @lucky-charmsanhwa @livealittleoc-cb @reve-rv @evicted-oc @blogger-yura @littleboywooyoungie @vampireskz @demonljy @welcome-to-maniac @minsour-r @theonesxcb @bpkhybrids-shelter @night-racers @fantasyaespa @redlight-cb @dreamtech-cb @chxithex @hearthstone-apothecary @elemental-dream

[sweeteaacakes]

》 PREVIEW

So, I'm currently writing this for my WHB?OC 👀

A Note: This slightly diverge from the canon. The timeline events in-game will occur similarly but with some part rewritten!

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Ebony hair like a raven. Brown eyes like the eclipse. The mirror imperfectly reflects the other side. White dress that covers her from neck to toes. A veil with flower-crown, white and pure that show the stains of impurity.

Today is the day she will walk down the aisle along with other sisters to vow their loyalty to the Lord.

A ceremony from a long time ago, now practiced by few.

Her body felt light like she was floating instead of walking. Her mind is in a state of blankness. Was it because she was at peace? No, it was far from it.

Haneul Choi, Hannah, don't want this. And yet here she stands in front of the idol that seemingly looks down on her…

"You're so tense... are you scared?" A voice from somewhere in her asked.

Hannah bit her lower lip and tightened her grip on the cross once more.

“No…” she replied “[He] is not looking down on me... or judging me… [He] does not scare me…”

Bleak memories replayed in her head. A past that she may have took for granted and looking back now she realized she ignored just for her comfort until it led to the point she couldn't do nothing about it.

“Auntie… I'm sorry… I can't—!”

“What do you mean you can't!? You've been preparing for this for years! I dedicated my time, money and made connections just so they can perceive you!”

“...!” Hannah stumbled seeing her aunt's face of anger and hurt. But Hannah bit her lower lip to stand on her ground. She wanted to try to reason with her aunt.

“Auntie! I… I appreciate that, really! But I can't walk there with a sentiment so… so unwilling! It would be disrespectful and dishonest to you and everyone else's!” Hannah retorted and gave her point of view loud and clear.

Her aunt looked at her. Chest heavily breathing and nostril fuming. Her hands were so fast to grab Hannah's arm didn't have time to react. Eyes and grip locked to not let her escape. She pulled her niece close.

"You..." with the other hand she grabbed Hannah's cheek. "...You will walk there, make your vow, so the curse you and your grandmother casted upon our family will be gone to the fire of Hell! Understand???"

Her aunt tightened the grip on her jaw, nail digging on Hannah's cheek so her niece may look at her direct to the eyes not caring whether she hurt her niece or the tears staining her cheeks

"Look up, my child." The voice spoke again. "You know you can overcome this. You're strong."

May it be her consciousness or her imagination telling her she's far gone but Hannah did as it said. Taking a deep breathe, she looked up at the altar.

The light thru the stained glass shone upon and penetrated her veil to where underneath she put a bravado to steel herself. The light became intense, almost burning her eyes that she had to squint. And then a voice so strong echoed in the walls of the church.

"Daughter of Solomon... Finally I found you." The ethereal man said. Behind him were pair of six wings and crown with arrow-like pattern that shines like the sunlight.

Hannah could only watch, paralyzed by an unknown force, as he raised his hand holding a scythe which absorbed the light and with a swing directed a it's beam toward her.

As if her life was about to end in front of her, someone quickly covered her from the blast. The red blood spurted, tainting her dress.

"Minyeok!!!" She cried and let out a scream of help. She broke into tears and a powerful blow of wind followed bursting from her. A faint golden glow from the key turned black like a shadow, enveloping her body.

Hannah stumbled backward but never fell thanks to the hand that caught her. It was a palm about as big as her, with furs and sharp nails.

Looking down at her was an enormous beast. Eyeless and horns swirling forward almost covering its face. An upside-down cross in the middle of its forehead and a hexagram glows on his chest.

"You..." Hannah whispered in awe at the creature in front of her.

"I am..." it continued "...the demon who heed to your call, daughter of Solomon... One of the King of Hell and the Sin of Wrath. Satan."

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Another Author Note: Thanks for reading until here! this preview came out longer as I wanted u_u) I swear this is not the full! There will be more scenes and will be edited!

I dunno how I will write this. Surely, I don't wanna rewrite the entire script of the game lol.

Until then, see ya!

[jalwoorideul]

what if heaven went onto youngji’s show? how would it go?

No Prepare

synopsis: Heaven appears as a guest on Youngji's show

warning: alcohol consumption

a/n: I've actually had this idea for some time but i never got the chance to write it yet until now TT_TT

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Haneul was a bit nervous.

She'd always wanted to appear on Youngji's show since she was a fan of the young rapper

And now she was finally here

Her manager told her to drink responsibly (AS EVERYONE SHOULD)‼️

Heaven rang the doorbell, and from inside you could hear rumbling and a few scream and laughs.

When she was viewable through the screen door and from the inside Youngji said, "Why is she so pretty? Is this person even real?"

As soon as the door opens, the host was continuously bowing down to her to the point that she even touched the floor with her forehead — a gesture that Haneul imitated,while exchanging numerous numbers of "hello's".

"Wow you look really pretty" Haneul stated as she took off her shoes

To which Youngji reacted funnily by pretending to choke. "I woke up early just to put on make up today"

"Oh really?" She asked with an airy laugh. The young rapper then replied with, "Yes, I have to keep up with you" which made the girl group idol shy and laugh.

"Please have a seat!" The host stated while pointing to the chair. "I prepared chicken and soju and yogurt"

"Did you mix it yourself?" Haneul asked as she noticed the pitcher mixed with soju and yogurt drink. "Yes and I made sure to add more alcohol than yogurt"

Heaven brought scented candles as a house visit gift for Youngji

She brought a whole box because she didn't know what scent she would like. She also said they're enough for the whole stafe

"Unnie!" Youngji shouted and backed up pretending to cry.

"You didn't have to do this" She said while opening the box and and handed one each to the staff

Soon, Youngji sat across the table to start the program. "Wait, before we forget please introduce yourself"

"Hello, I'm Red Velvet's Heaven" She said to the camera. "Everyone, clap your hands!" Youngji instructed making the staff roar and clap along with her. The action made the idol shy which resulted in her hiding her face behind her hair.

The two toasted and drank a shot to commence the shoot

"How many bottles of soju can you drink?" Youngji asked as she poured one more drink for Haneul.

"The most I can take is 2 and a half, but I'm pretty much tipsy by the 2nd bottle"

"Does that make you the one with the highest tolerance?"

She shook her head and answered "I think Irene unnie has the highest alcohol tolerance. She can take up to 3 bottles before but she said that was when she used to drink frequently."

"Do you have any drinking habits?"

The red velvet member continued with, "This is a bit TMI, but you'll know that the alcohol is kicking in when I keep going back and forth to the bathroom" 😭

"Omo, please keep the chopsticks ready in case the bathroom door gets stuck again" Youngji told her staff.

(Wouldn't want to lock her out of the bathroom when she has to go) 😭

Then they asked Haneul if they could play her solo debut

She even thought her the choreography

They also did a tiktok together ✨

"WEEKEND COMEEESS I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT" Youngji screamed along

They began talking about Haneul's photoshoot for Victoria's Secret and what her parents and members think about it. They were taking shots and eating in between it.

"My parents awere so shocked when the photos were released. I told them I was doing a photoshoot but not for VS and when the photos came out they started spamming me about why I didn't tell them. But they weren't mad. I think I gave my dad a mini heart attack but they were fine with it"

"The members wouldn't stop shouting at the dorms. The girls and I took a look at it together because they know how nervous I was about how it will come out. I think Irene even talked about it on bubble"

Then they started playing a drinking game. Youngji brought out a card game, something she prepared for today.

It was called Buzzed 😬

Basically they pick a card and if that card corresponds to them, they take a shot.

Youngji pulled out a card

"The person next to you can ask you any question. They take a shot if they refuse to answer"

Haneul let out an evil laugh while thinking of a question 💀

"I'm scared" 🧍 Youngji whispered which made the staff and Youngji laugh

"Are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

Youngji let out a nervous laugh 😬 "Ha... haha.. ha" then she took a shot. "Omg who? you can whisper it to me"

Which was followed by, "What if I have none?"

"THEN WHY DID YOU TAKE A SHOT?" Heaven exclaimed with an amused smile.

"IT MADE ME NERVOUS. YOUR EVIL LAUGH WAS SCARY"

Then it was Haneul's turn to pick a card. It said to play Rock, Paper, Scissors, and the loser has to take a shot

Then they started doing that rock, paper, scissor technique where they cross their arms and fold it and they peek through the holes from their hands (I DON'T KNOW IF THAT MADE SENSE BUT I SEE THEM DO THESE A LOT 😭)

Youngji won. Heaven is pouting and she took a shot.

Then Youngji picked another card

"Everyone who is single, drink" 💀

Heaven smiled and placed her chin on her hand and her elbow on the table, watching Youngji take a shot.

"Unnie, you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yeah this is fun, let's do one more!" She said excitedly and picked another card.

It was already evident that she was getting excited and is getting a but tipsy 💀🧍

The card says: Take a dare from someone. If you don't do it, you take a shot

This time, it was Youngji who started evil laughing

"Post a picture of your eyebrow on IG, with no explanation"

AND SHE DID

Fans were very confused why Heaven posted a picture of her eyebrow on ber stories

"Heaven's eyebrow" trended for the day 🤠

The card picking went on until Heaven picked up one last card

"Who was the last person you texted and what did you say?"

Heaven knew all too well who she texted last.

"The last person I texted was Soonyoung."

Youngji probably misheard it because she asked "Joy?" whose real name was Sooyoung

"No. Soonyoung. Hoshi" She replied emphasizing his real name.

"OMO!" Youngji stood up and fanned her face. "Unnie! You’re both so cute, do you know that?"

Then she revealed her text.

"Soonyoung-ah, I'm going to film with Youngji now. I'll text you when I'm done"

Then the staff and Youngji started fangirling😩🤸🤸🤸

Then Youngji couldn't help but aks more questions. "If it's okay. And you can definitely not answer, but how did you started dating? Who asked who?"

"I asked him" She said confidently. With utter shock Youngji took a shot, and Heaven followed along

"How?" 😯😯😯😯

"We debuted not that far from each other. And our schedules overlapped a lot, so we often saw each other then we eventually became friends, and it just went on from there. And then after the Redmare tour I just asked him to eat out with me and he agreen and I told him from there"

"Both of you are huge stars though, what if you both get busy?"

"We just gotten used to it. We're both workaholics, but we always make it a rule to update each other even if the other one doesn't reply because we understand that we're both busy working, and that's fine with both of us. We still see each other on our days off"

Youngji was swooning over the two of them. After her interview with Soonyoung, she can't help but gush over how in love the two are.

By this time, Heaven was starting to get mkre tipsy and now she was asking to go to the restroom. "Unnie, you're getting drunk aren't you"

"Probably" She said while she went along to the bathroom

While Youngji was dancing and singing along to Feel my Rhythm as she waits for Heaven to come out and to fill the airtime, Heaven's phone (which she placed upright on the table), received a text message

When Heaven came back she noticed the text messaged she received. "Oh he replied back. Soonyoung's on a break"

"We should call him and we should test how much he knows you" Youngji said as a joke

Which Heaven took seriously 😭

"Hi bub" Heaven, along with Youngji and the staff heard Hoshi say across the line

Youngji was gasping for air all too possibly and now she had her mouth covered.

"I thought you were filming, are you done already?" The male continued

"No we're still filming actually, I'm sitting with Youngji right now"

Youngji: 😱😵🤠

"Oh really? Hi Youngji!" The male said enthusiastically

"She said I should call you and we can test how much you know me"

Youngji: "I didn't think she'd actually take it seriously"

And yes it was because Heaven was already a bit tipsy and is getting too excited

"Okay, what's the question?" Soonyoung asked.

Youngji was scrambling because she has no question ready at the moment because this was all too sudden and she was flustered which made the staff and Heaven laugh

"Okay....OKAY. But if you get this wrong, Heaven has to take a shot. But if you get it right, I have to take a shot"

ALL THE MORE FUN AND DRINKING I GUESS

The staff gave Heaven a piece of paper so she can write down her the correct before Hoshi mentions his answer

"What was Heaven's least favorite subject in school?"

Haneul quickly wrote her answer: Gym

She hates physical exercise.

"That's easy. Gym class"

Everyone was shocked excluding Haneul. They've talked about it before when they were still friends. But ut was the fact that Soonyoung remembered that little trivia about her which made Haneul giddy

Youngji didn't even hesitate to take another shot.

Then Hoshi had to practice again and then they hang up

(... they whispered i love you to each other and yes the camera caught that...)

Soon the program ended, with Haneul going back to the bathroom 2 more times and Youngji already a bit tipsy

"I don't want to go"

"No unnie you should"

"But I'm having a lot of fun though" She said while pouting

"Unnie you're really cute, but you really have to go"

Haneul definitely understands now why the guests don't want to leave this show so soon because they make it feel like it's so natural

"Please call her manager" Youngji said while fake crying

She couldn't wait to tell the girls and Hoshi aboute her visit

"Alright alright I'll get going. It was so nice talking to you" Then she gave the young host a hug which made her squeal with joy

She picked up her shoes and said her goodbyes

[neonacity]

ARCANE | CH.13 | NCT DREAM X READER | END

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

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Chapter Songs: You Should See Me In A Crown > Billie Eilish | Castle > Halsey | Super Villain  > Stileto | God Sent Me As Karma > Emlyn | Animal > Aurora

"Love? Look at me."

The soothing voice of someone brushed over the edges of your thoughts. The tone was soft and gentle, a warm balm into the otherwise still darkness that seems to be cloaking you under a veil. It whispered other things to you—words you didn’t catch the most of as they dipped here and there like a broken record. Other voices weaved together with the calming hum, all sounding distant and senseless, with you only catching fragments of the conversation here and there.

"...she hurt?"

"Vitals… okay…"

"She's in shock—can't hear… us,"

"Panic attack—"

"Jaemin, do something."

"Darling. You're okay."

That last phrase punctured through your thoughts and reeled you back in almost forcefully. All of a sudden you could hear and feel again as heaving sounds pressed against your ears. Sharp needles of pain suddenly shot up in your chest and you blinked, confused, as your sight came into focus. Jaemin's face leaned closer to yours as he reached out a hand to cup your cheek. The feel of his skin against yours made you realize that you were shaking, and that it was you who was making the gasping noises as you choked on air.

"Shh… Focus on me."

You stared at him wordlessly as you felt the sound of his voice almost physically wrap around you. It was a stark contrast to the confusing churn of emotions twisting in your chest, and it took you a moment to finally realize that he was pushing back against your meltdown with his ability. Slowly, you closed your eyes to submit and let him in. He obviously felt the change, because the artificial calm finally broke through your mental boundaries the moment you stopped resisting.

"Good girl… It's okay… You're okay."

Your shaking had gradually stopped all except for your fingers which, you realized upon opening your eyes again, were wrapped around the wrist of his hand still holding your face. Gently, you felt him move his thumb under your eye to wipe the tears brimming there.

"Papa… They have him."

The voice that came out of you didn't even sound like it was yours, but you still pushed out the first thing that your mind locked on as soon as the worst of your mental blackout had cleared. Jaemin's eyes slightly widened, surprised, before his brows furrowed in concern. Slight movements beside him finally made you look up. You have no idea how you got back to the bunker after that face off with Haneul, but the rest of the boys are huddled over you now, wearing similar expressions.

"Jeno too. They're—they're hurting both of them—"

Your voice broke as flashes of both scenes came rushing back to you. You folded on your seat as soon as they came, your arms going around yourself as the rest of Haneul's words came slamming against you like waves again. You barely felt the arm resting on your back, rubbing gentle circles on it, until you heard Renjun's voice beside you.

"Hey. Don't push yourself too hard. Tell us everything at your own pace and—"

"Who is IL Matto?"

Your question quickly cut him off. You didn't even need to look up to notice the shift in the room the moment the words left you. All of a sudden the air felt thick with tension as everyone froze. You looked up slowly, your gaze clashing with Mark's.

"Is she the girl you love? The one behind all of this?"

He didn't answer, but the look on his face was enough of the confirmation that you need. A knot started twisting and tightening in your stomach.

"They're after her. Haneul Lee… he wants her. They are about to start the last phase of their experiments with a new project—Project Vision and she's their subject."

If the room seemed tense earlier, then the choking silence has definitely escalated now to a new level. Everyone has gone so still that you could almost swear they’ve collectively stopped breathing. Renjun was the first one who broke the silence, his voice laced with an undercurrent of barely concealed fear when he spoke.

"What do you mean? Haneul knows who she is?"

You shook your head slightly.

"I don't know. But he did give orders to look for her after they—after they're done with whatever it is that they are doing with Jeno. He said he is going to hunt her down."

You were so focused on trying to recollect Haneul's exact words that you didn't even notice Mark crossing the distance to where you are. He had gone so still earlier that you gasped in surprise when you felt him suddenly grasp your wrist. His hold was tight, mirroring the desperation in his eyes.

"Does he know what she can do?"

You were shocked. You've never seen him act this way before.

"N-No… He didn't say anything. But he knows my mother and how she," you stopped, suddenly finding it hard to work through the tight lump in your throat. "How she was the former IL Matto. Haneul knew them. My parents."

You saw how the rest of the boys exchanged glances in your peripheral vision. Jaemin reached out to you silently again, this time weaving his fingers through yours. His warmth clashed with the cold that’s slowly seeping to the rest of your limbs.

"If he is after her… and he knows the Headmaster from before, then he might have an idea…" Haechan said, his voice thin. He exchanged a look with Renjun from over your head.

"Is there something else he told you?" Jaemin carefully asked now, probably in an effort to reel you back from the oncoming panic attack that he can feel from you again. You tried to focus on the sound of his voice to ground yourself.

"Kun… wanted me to join them. Haneul gave me eight hours to think about it."

Your words hung thick in the air. Chenle, who had been quiet from the start, finally broke his silence.

"They're going to kill us… In eight hours."

Nobody spoke. Nobody even dared react, knowing he was telling the truth.

"We have to get out of here…" Jisung said, eyes moving towards the others. You, however, turned your attention to Mark again.

"What can she do? IL Matto? Why do you think they want her?"

The boy in question didn't seem to want to answer at first. Though he has already let go of you after his whir of the moment reaction, you noticed the undercurrent of unexplained tension still buzzing around him. It was almost out of character for his usual personality that seems to always be in control of things. It took you a moment to read it, but when Mark finally met your gaze, the realization hit you hard.

He isn't afraid for himself and the prospect of dying. He isn't even afraid for his friends.

He is terrified… for her.

"IL Matto can change the nature of Arcana powers," he started slowly, eyes steady on yours. "Unlike the former mistress of the Arcana, your mother, she cannot possess the abilities of other masters. But she can magnify their Arcanas to levels that we cannot manage to do ourselves."

Your eyes widened. Renjun continued on beside you.

"Ability Amplification is how we call it. Arcana holders like us have limitations because we are still only human vessels given temporary mastery of these abilities. She can change it if she wills to, by unlocking ranges that taps to the real Arcana source."

Everything was falling into place. Your gaze started going out of focus as the realizations started coming one by one.

"Haneul and the machine he made can only copy abilities for a limited amount of time," you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. "That's why she is the last phase of the project. Her Arcana will extend all the abilities they have copied so far and…"

"And will let him create exact, if not more powerful clones of us," Haechan finished grimly.

"We have to get to her," Mark's words made all of you turn towards him. There was a set look on his face that made a foreboding feeling start to grow in the pit of your stomach. "No matter what happens, we can't let Cypher get their hands on IL Matto."

You couldn't put your finger on it, but something about the way he said that made the knots of anxiety in your chest wound tighter. Before you even realized what you were doing, you were grabbing at his hand and gripping it tight. Your gaze sought for his, begging for his promise.

"Please. If we are going to leave, save my father too. With Jeno."

The way that he immediately didn't answer made your desperation grow.

"Mark," you whispered. "You promised…"

A shadow of something clouded over his eyes for a quick second. Before you could even process what it is, you felt gentle hands grab you by the shoulders again and pull you back to your seat.

"Hey… try to relax…" Jaemin said as he tried to soothe you.

"Mark—"

"I promise," the boy finally said, his words resting thickly in the tensed silence. You stared straight at his eyes, willing to see if he meant it, but you couldn't easily read him for once. A few more seconds passed before you finally allowed yourself to loosen your stance.

"You should try and rest. We'll… come up with something," Renjun took your hand and gave it a gentle tug. "We’ll talk again after. Do you want to lie down? I'll sit with you."

It took you a moment before you managed to give a small nod. With your response, Renjun finally stood up and guided you to do the same. You did, letting him steer you towards the direction of the bunkers after. You felt so drained and tired that you didn't even notice the loaded glance he exchanged with the rest of the boys before you both detached yourself from the group.

"Hyung… What do we do?" Jisung whispered in the silence that you and Renjun left when your pair finally disappeared at the other end of the room. Mark didn't immediately reply, wearing an expression that also sat in Jaemin and Haechan's faces. Everyone seemed to know what the answer is, but nobody wanted to say it out loud.

"We'll have to get Jeno and the Headmaster before we leave this place."

"How? We don't even know where they are," Chenle asked next.

"We'll follow the plan she talked to us about before. I think it might work."

"And if it doesn't? What if we run out of time?" Haechan finally asked the pressing question everyone wished they could jump over. Mark's jaw ticked, but he looked up after a while to give each boy a pointed glance.

"Then we leave this place with or without them…"

"No matter what happens, we choose IL Matto over everyone else."

*******

"Sir, the chambers are ready."

Kun didn't budge despite the notice fed to him on his earpiece. His eyes were set on a spot by the wall, face emotionless as he slowly turned over the mask he was holding in his hand. It was just an hour or two before the sun would rise outside, and yet the air clinging in the corridor was as grim and cold as the darkest of twilight. His fingers ran now on the plastic edges of the straps before he slowly raised them to press a button on his in-ear. 

"We're sure all air chambers are sealed shut?"

"Yes, sir."

"Any movements inside?"

"The heat sensors show nothing. They're all sleeping."

He didn't say anything else after that. Silently, he turned towards the dozen or  so men standing on alert beside him. Just like him, the crew was wearing thick hazmat suits and gas masks, with guns resting heavy on their hands. He nodded now towards the one closest to him—the chief of guard, though he made sure the rest of his words were clear enough to be heard by the rest of the group when he spoke.

"Try to move as silently as you can when you go inside. We don't want to wake up any of them. All seven of you who have the gas cans, make sure to throw them in the right direction. The poison is fast acting and will only take 15 seconds at most to work. The rest of you, don't move until I say so. We want to keep this as clean as possible."

The group gave a collective nod towards his orders. Kun finally moved to put on his own gas mask and pulled a small monitor from his pocket after—a handheld device showing what looked like a heat radar checker. Seven red dots were clustered on one of its sides, unmoving. He gave it one last check before finally nodding towards the small army behind him.

"Let's go."

Their unit moved like a shadow towards the metal doors of the bunker. With a set stare, he waited for the entrance to open in almost painful silence. The room was dark when the doors finally parted, but that didn't stop the trained men from slipping inside, silent like ghosts. Kun brought the rear of the group, making sure each one was in their right position before he walked over and raised his hand. The tension was palpable as the wards waited for his go signal. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. His own heartbeat felt slow in his chest, as if death was after him itself.

Finally, he brought his hand down in one quick, smooth motion.

The sequence of the next actions that followed were quick and measured. Seven of the masked men moved forward, each holding a steel cylindrical container in both hands. The remaining men behind Kun raised their high-powered rifles in synchrony, the ends aimed at the direction of the beds. One by one, the men armed with the poison cans pressed the release button on the cylinders before letting them roll towards the same side of the room.

For a moment nothing moved in the silence. After a few seconds, however, thick white fumes started bursting from the canisters and quickly covered the room with smoke. Slight rustling can be heard from the direction of the beds as the sleeping occupants seemed to have finally realized what was happening. Soon enough, the noises were punctured with sounds of coughing, groans, and shouts as if people were struggling and trying to flail around.

"Nobody move until I say so."

Everyone in the room stayed still and followed his orders despite the ruckus. The smoke was so thick that Kun could barely see two feet from where he was standing and he waited for the fumes to disperse before making another move. After almost half a minute of painful waiting, the room finally cleared up a bit just as the struggling noises quieted down. His eyes fell on the small monitor on his hand, now dead of the seven traces of light from earlier.

"Control room, all heat sources are out. Can you confirm?"

A slight crackling sound from his earpiece followed after a beat of silence.

"Confirming zero feedback from the heat map. We need to have visual evidence of the bodies though."

At that, Kun slipped the device back to his pocket before finally taking a step deeper into the room. Silently, he moved past the vanguards who set off the poison gas, straight towards the end of the room. Splayed motionlessly on the beds and the floor next to them are seven figures—six boys and a girl.

He stopped next to the two bodies closest to him now, their faces partly covered by the way they fell on the floor. Kun swallowed back the uncomfortable feeling sitting at his tongue as he knelt in front of the one nearer him to turn its face up carefully…

He locked gazes with the glassy, bloodshot eyes of Haechan. The boy’s lips were slightly parted as if he froze in the middle of taking a deep breath. A small trail of foam trickled from the side of his mouth, the same one that you could also see now upon closer inspection of the girl lying down beside him. Half of her body was covered by the boy, as if in a protective stance, but there’s no mistaking the face of his former partner now, cold and frozen with death. 

His stomach turned. Without saying another word, he leaned over and pressed a finger to the side of the boy's neck.

"No pulse for Patient 01. 00 is showing the same signs of death," he said almost emotionlessly to his earpiece. "I’m sending feedback from my body camera. You can check for the visual."

A few soft clicks that only he could hear took over on the line. After a couple of seconds, the voice spoke again, this time with finality.

"Confirming time of death of 01 and 00. Check the others, and then we can move the bodies out of the room."

Kun didn't waste another second to pick himself up from his crouch. He gave a nod towards the men closest to him, who then moved forward to do exactly what the voice ordered. Finally, he motioned at the remaining group still waiting near the entrance with their guns.

"Help them with the corpses. We need to transport them to the morgue as soon as possible."

Without another glance back at the scene, he went out of the room to leave the others to take care of the mess. The moment that he was within safe distance, he immediately pulled his mask off and took a deep breath. Cold sweat stained the collar of his protective suit and he leaned towards the nearest wall, eyes closing as he tried to push back the nausea that was in danger of overcoming him. His head was spinning… and he was sure it wasn't because of the effects of the toxic gas.

He was still in the middle of trying to collect himself when a slight buzzing sound in his earpiece sounded again. At first he wanted to ignore it, having already provided the information the control room needed, but then the next voice that came on made him open his eyes again in surprise.

"Dr. Qian. Is it done?" Haneul Lee's low, steady tone asked.

Kun straightened himself and quickly tried to breathe in to keep his voice steady before answering.

"Yes, sir. The effect of the poison fumes was instant."

A pause.

"And the girl?"

Kun took seconds to answer.

"She's also dead, sir."

Silence followed his words. Just when he thought the man dropped the call, he spoke again.

"Transport the bodies to the cremation room instead. We'll burn them in one batch."

Kun couldn't have felt more thankful that the man can't see his expression at the moment.

"How about Lee Jeno?"

"We'll use another way. He might not be killed just as easily. I'll personally arrange something else for him."

Kun didn't know what that meant, but he was sure it wasn't anything good. Before he could even do or say anything else, the other was already closing off the conversation with his last words.

"I need you to update the system about the new developments. Move all the files to the right vaults and inform the network,"

"That Project Dream is over."

******* The man was the picture of stillness as he kept his gaze on the feedback on the screen. His private office was dark, with the only light coming from the monitors casting shadows over his features. Haneul Lee almost looked like a statue as he remained set on his seat, his usually sharp eyes now staring off blankly as he watched guards move out on the live video he was watching. A parade of seven body bags were being carried off by the group, all bound tightly to keep the poison clinging from their corpses sealed.

His gaze focused now on the last bag on the line which looks significantly smaller and lighter than the rest. As he stared at it, his thumb unconsciously ran over the face of the ornate-looking pocket watch in his hand. His fingers felt the groove of the pattern etched on its cover—an elaborate pattern reminiscent of the beauty of snowflakes.

"You'll be the godfather of my little princess, yes?"

Her voice sounded so alive to his ears still that it almost felt like she was just there, standing beside him again. He could perfectly see her smile in his mind's eye, the way her eyes crinkled at the side as they danced with happiness. In that slip of a moment, he wasn't sitting in his office anymore, but back in the old halls of Rosewood that he used to call his second home.

"Of course, he is. He's the only one we can trust to take care of her if ever something bad happens to us," a new voice, a baritone this time, joined in the conversation. The words echoed in his head as if someone shouted them at him. They were so clear… and so distinct, that he felt like he only needed to turn his head to the side to see his former best friend exchange a loving look with his wife.

His thumb stopped moving over the pocket watch now as he started feeling the memories start to get the most of him. He has always hated the way they come back to him in the most inconvenient of times, making him remember what once was and what will never be again in haunting flashes. Without even realizing it, his hold on the watch on his hand tightened, its edges digging against his skin. 

The flow of his thoughts only came to a halt when he saw the group he was watching finally stop in front of a pair of heavy-duty doors from his monitor. Willing himself to refocus, he pressed a button on his keyboard which quickly changed the view that he was seeing. From its former view from the outside, the screen now showed a wide capture of the room beyond the security door. He waited for the gates to open and watched closely as the guards hauled the body bags on the steel beds taking up the space of the area. With deathly stillness, he followed the movements of the man at the head of the group who reached out to the bag closest to him. He opened the seal and parted it… showing the pale and almost exact copy of the face of the woman in his memories just minutes prior. 

This time, he actually felt his heart stop for a moment. The words came rushing back again—the smiles, the memories, and then the promises.

He killed her. The daughter of the only woman she ever loved. The child he promised to protect at one point in time, before fate messed everything up.

"Darling. We're done with the boy."

The sound of a cold, lilting voice from the doorway of his office made Haneul tear his eyes away from the screen. Leaning on the threshold, arms crossed over her chest and looking like a beautiful ghostly vision against the brighter hallway, was Miyoung Lee.

His wife's piercing gaze finally cut through his thoughts. His face might not have given them away, but he knew, with the woman's piercing gaze, that she could pick up something. With practiced calm, he reigned in himself, stowing away the watch he had been holding into his coat pocket.

"Collection is over?" He smoothly asked in an almost emotionless tone. Miyoung barely moved from her spot, eyes still set on him.

"Mm. We're merging his Arcana with the others."

"And the boy's status?"

"Incredibly weak. If you're going to kill him, now is the best time to do it."

The way she said that lacked any traces of warmth and empathy. Miyoung’s inflection alone would be enough to send someone on their knees in fear, but for him, it was exactly what he needed to hear so he could finish the last thing he needed to do for the night. Silently, he picked himself up from his seat and put on his coat again. The warmth of the wayward memories that caught up with him was still buzzing at the back of his mind, but he consciously pushed them back now, latching on instead in the cold indifference his wife offered.  

"I'll take care of him. You better go to IL Giudizio. Make sure that he is ready for the assimilation."

"Are the rest dead?"

Haneul froze just a little bit just as he stepped back from his table. Miyoung was still looking at him with her penetrating gaze, though there was now a different fire burning subtly behind them. He stared back at her, looking disinterested.

"Yes. They are."

"And the girl?"

He paused. The woman slightly leaned her head to the side, her expression unreadable.

"She’s gone too."

It took a couple of seconds before any of them moved. It was like a silent war between the two of them, one that is loaded with meaning even without the need for any words. None of them wanted to give way and back down first, until finally, Miyoung broke the rising tension with a slow smile. Her eyes, once smouldering, now danced with glee.

"That's good news. If that's the case, then we can wrap this up."

Haneul didn't say anything else. His wife finally straightened up from leaning by the door, an obvious sign that she was finally satisfied with his answer. He was about to take his leave as well when he gave one last glance to his monitor. It was supposed to be a fleeting last look, but he suddenly paused when he caught something out of place there.

All seven body bags are open now, showing a glimpse of the faces inside of them. Instead of the kids he know, however, the lifeless bodies that reflected on the screen were that of strangers—men he assumed were part of the vanguard that did the silent assassination from earlier based on the peek of the blue protective suit peeking under their body bags. He looked up just in time at the guards standing over the corpses to catch one of them removing his mask.

The stranger stared straight at him from the camera as his features shifted and changed. Haneul caught up on what was happening just before the moment the transformation was complete.

Zhong Chenle smirked straight at him from the camera just as the remaining men around him took off their masks.

The last thing he saw before the feedback was cut off was a bright explosive ball going straight for his view.

******* "Poison gas. That's how they're going to kill us."

Six pairs of eyes turned towards you in silence. None of your party huddled at the table really looked surprised at your announcement, though there was an obvious tightness in the air that cloaked the room. Everyone seemed to share the same sense of tension that was growing every passing minute as you sat in silence.

“We’re sure about that?” Renjun asked quietly now from his seat. It took you a beat, but you nodded in confirmation and looked pointedly around the room.

“According to the layout of this place, that is how it looks like. You see the air vents there? They aren’t regular chutes. If you take a closer look, they’re designed to tightly seal upon command. There’s no need for them if they’re planning to attack using guns or anything that uses blunt force.”

“They won’t do that, since they know we can easily overpower them with our offenses,” Mark said. “Oxide poison makes the most sense, since we can’t fight and escape it physically.”

“And it’s the quickest method with the most minimal contact,” Haechan added lowly. You nodded. Beside him, Jaemin leveled you with his intense stare. 

“What’s the plan then? Without contact, the rest of us can’t easily use our Arcanas.”

“Are we going to try and escape from here before then? We don’t even know when they’ll come after us,” Jisung joined in, his voice sounding the most serious you’ve ever heard from him. 

Chenle shot him a grim look in answer. “But we can’t. We tried before, but this place is built like a monster. They intentionally weakened us to lower the chances of our Arcanas busting us out of this place.”

You frowned. “He’s right. I’ve seen the security level of this place when I first came in and I’m pretty sure it can only be opened from the outside. Trying to use your powers will just weaken you more and make it easier for them to kill,” you said. Beside you, Haechan started tapping his fingers lightly on the table in frustration.

“So we just let them slaughter us like that, huh?”

“Exactly.”

You knew it was a rhetorical question from him, so you weren’t surprised at all when everyone turned their heads towards you at your reply. You met each boy’s gaze unwaveringly, silently willing them to listen closely to what you were about to say. 

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. We let them kill us, because there is no other way we can get out of this room other than have them move us out on their own.”

“I don’t understand…” Renjun trailed off.

“Poison gases are deadly, but their effects are not instant. At least from what I know, it can take a few seconds to minutes before they kill someone. That’s more than enough time for us to do something,” you moved your gaze towards Mark who was sitting on the head of the table. “Mark, you control all forms of matter and their structure. Do you think your Arcana can change the toxicity levels of vapor?”

The boy’s eyes slightly widened in surprise. You knew he was starting to catch up with what you were trying to say from the look on his face.

“If you mean changing poison into pure, harmless gas, then yes, I think I can do it…”

You nodded. “Then we have a chance. This is how we’re going to do it. First, on the day that they’re going to kill us, we need to convince Cypher that we are still inside this room, just in case they are still tracking our movements.”

“But we are… inside. There’s no way out,” Jaemin said, looking completely lost. You shook your head slightly. 

“Wrong. We can’t go out, but that doesn’t mean we can’t hide anywhere else,” you said pointedly as your gaze slowly moved to Haechan. The boy frowned at what you said before his lips parted slightly in realization. “I’m pretty sure no poison gas can get into those shadow dimensions,” you added, the second you knew he got it. You could feel everyone on the edge of their seats now so you continued.

“Here’s how we can pull it off—and I need everyone to listen because we all need to work together to make sure it works. Haechan creates illusions of us being in the room before the attack. Once that’s done, we’ll have to move and hide inside one of his dimension portals to wait things out. Mark, we need you and Chenle to stay behind. Do you think you can do something to make sure the gas doesn’t get to you and him first?”

The boy gave a tight nod. “I can shift the air in the room so that it creates a vacuum around us. We’ll be protected.”

“Good. You and Chenle will have to find a way to somehow overpower the men closest to you under the cover of the smoke. They’ll be wearing masks for sure, and you need to move quick to attack seven of them, no more no less. Once they are poisoned, you need to switch clothes with them as quickly as you can,” you turned now towards the younger boy who had been listening to you intently.

“Chenle, you’re very important for the next steps. Once the men are poisoned, Mark has to neutralize the gas so that it can be safe for us to come out of hiding. Nobody else in the room will notice this as long as we have casualties in the room. Once we’re back in the room, you need to transform the dead bodies to look exactly like us, and change us to take their appearances. We can get out of the room then, under the disguise of the guards once we move our ‘bodies’ out.”

Nobody spoke or even made the slightest sound for a good few seconds even when you finished speaking. Instead, the boys simply stared at you with varying looks of shock and disbelief. Haechan finally broke the silence, his tone hushed when he spoke.

“Holy shit… That’s genius.”

Renjun nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering on your face too. “That might work…”

You, on the other hand, faltered slightly. “You think so? It’s going to take a lot on all of you.”

Mark shook his head. “It probably will, but it’s not like we have any other choice. We’ll have to make it work.”

The rest of the boys exchanged silent looks between each other in confirmation. Finally, Chenle said what everyone else was thinking, his words sounding like a death sentence.

“Let’s all wait to die then.”

******* “Jisung, a little help here?!”

A bright ball of light zoomed over your head just as you ducked and got on your knees. The sensation enveloping you was one of the most uncomfortable you’ve ever felt, with your flesh moving and churning against your bones as if they have a mind of their own. Somewhere beyond you, you heard Haechan’s voice call out again just as one of Jisung’s energy explosives hit something and sent the floor rumbling. Mixed in with his voice are random shouts of voices from the guards who went into the room and were still in shock from the ruckus that was happening. With a last wince, you felt your body finally snap into place again as Chenle’s Arcana finally faded off. You turned your head to the side in time to see Jaemin shift back to his appearance at the same time, a displeased look obvious in his face.

“Hell, don’t ever make me look that ugly again,” he said through gritted teeth as he pulled off the heavy protective clothing that he used as a disguise. You felt his hand immediately shoot up towards you to pull you to an upright position, only for you to try and pull him back as a man suddenly charged towards your pair from out of nowhere, his gun pointed straight at your chests. Jaemin immediately realized what was happening and held on to you as he turned his head back. 

“Jaemin, watch out—!”

The boy only look slightly concerned at the danger. Expression not even changing, he looked the man straight in the eye, causing the latter to immediately stiffen in his spot. You only heard his next words as he pushed you a little behind him to cover your view with his back.

“Don’t even think about it. Shoot yourself.”

The sound of the gun going off was swallowed by the other sounds of explosion in the room. Before you could even process what happened, you felt another slight tug at your hand as you were once again pushed forward. Renjun and Haechan appeared on your side just as you tried to look around, the latter bringing the rear as he tried to push your group forward.  

“Mark-hyung! Chenle!”

The two boys in question were currently on the other side of the room, both engaged in fights of their own. You only caught glimpses of them as you moved, but you were sure you saw balls of fire from Mark’s hand and what look like ragged blades made of steel being thrown around by Chenle to the men closest to him. The older of the pair gave your group one quick look, before blasting another man off his way.

“Jisung, go with them! We’ll follow. Find Jeno and the headmaster!”

You swiveled your head to find Jisung at the head of the room, blue currents crackling in his hand just as he electrocuted a man he was in a lock of arms with. Without another word, he pushed the unconscious guard off him and started running towards your pack still being led by Jaemin. The latter’s eyes were swiveling everywhere, desperately searching for something. 

“Renjun, which one—”

“The man near the door. He knows where they are. He’s he head of guard,” the other boy quickly answered, his pupils dilated as he stared at the said guard. His eyes looked glassy but focused at the same time, and you knew, he had gotten into the man’s head, sifting through his memories. “I got it. I already know where they are, but we need him to open the door. Jeno’s closest to us.”

Jaemin didn’t waste any second to take action. Crossing the distance just as Jisung met your group, he barely even flinched when the man raised his gun and open fired towards your direction. You gasped, but the bullets flew off towards different directions as Jisung pulled up his energy shield around all of you at the nick of time. One bullet actually bounced back towards the guard, catching him on his thigh and making him double over in pain towards the floor. Jaemin caught before he even managed to catch his next breath though, his hand going over half of the man’s face. 

“Stand up. Bring us to Jeno,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. The guard’s eyes glazed over, and like a puppet, stood up and started walking towards the door despite the heavy bleeding on his leg.

“Jisung, bring the front. I’ll take care of the defense,” Haechan’s voice sounded tense as your group finally stepped out of the room. The hallway that welcomed you was now flashing with red lights and you could hear sirens blaring in the distance. You ignored the growing painful stitch at your side as your unit started speeding down the corridors, following the hypnotized man at the head of your group. 

“We don’t have much time. We need to get to them fast,” you panted as you tried your best to keep up with everyone. A sudden bright flash of light almost made you trip in surprise as Jisung threw spears of light towards a group of men that suddenly appeared from around one of the bends you just passed. Behind you, Renjun quickly picked you up and pushed you forward again, his hand on your back. 

“We’re almost there. Jeno’s in the third hallway,” Renjun said urgently before his breath caught. Eyes widening, he suddenly turned around and shouted at Haechan who was just a few feet behind.

“Haechan, three guards incoming—”

He was barely able to finish his sentence when three men appeared just as he said, their guns set on your group. Before any of them could pull the trigger, however, a big gaping black hole opened behind them with monstrous jaws. One man almost screamed in surprise, but he was immediately cut off when it swallowed him and the rest of the guards, leaving nothing but their guns clattering on the floor. You gasped but Haechan barely even missed a beat as he continued to run behind your group.

“I swear, if we’re not even close yet—”

“We’re here!”

Jaemin’s voice cut through the noise as your group skidded to a halt in front of a double set of metal doors. Breaths heaving, you all watched as the hypnotized warden moved over like a puppet to unlock it in a trance. It took a moment before the said gates parted, but you felt yourself pushed inside as soon as you could slip between the crack. The rest of the boys followed behind shortly, just as the wayward sound of bullets came from the corridor you just left. You have barely caught your breaths and balance when you all collectively froze in shock at the scene that welcomed you.

Strapped in the bed in the middle of the room was Jeno, his eyes only half open as he stared at nothing in particular. Hovering above him, his hand pressed against his barely moving chest, was another boy who seemed to be surrounded by a dark force field. Your eyes widened just as the stranger looked up and locked gazes with yours. You almost stumbled backwards as you realized what you were looking at. Somebody caught you just in time before you lost your balance, Mark’s voice barely piercing through your fear as he spoke.

“What’s happening—”

The boy’s voice faded just as the monster with Jeno’s exact face twisted his lips into a smirk.

******* “What the fuck…”

Chenle’s shocked voice was like a shot of cold water that brought all of you back to your senses. Eyes still wide, you felt Mark’s arm pull you back urgently before he stepped in front of you. His stance was tight, but you could feel the slight tremors running through him as he kept you close. When the monster straightened up and stepped away from the bed, the rest of the boys around you fell back to defensive stances even with different levels of horror on their faces.

“Jeno-hyung,” Jisung mumbled, sounding equal parts lost and terrified. As if it heard him, the creature turned his head towards him before taking another step towards your group. There was something about the nature of its movement that seemed deeply unnatural and eerie, and you could see now how its eyes glowed black, the same way Jeno’s did back in the torture room. Unlike Jeno though, you knew this boy your were looking at is anything but human. 

“That’s not him,” Jaemin’s hollow voice barely pierced through your shock as he finally spoke beside you. A heavy weight settled at the pit of your stomach as Renjun finished what the other couldn’t say.

“That’s a clone.”

Renjun’s last word is what seemed to have triggered the spiral of events that followed. The shadow image of Jeno smirked wider at the sound of it, its eyes turning even darker as it regarded your group. Not a heartbeat after, black humanoid shadows burst out from the floor and caused tremors that threw all of you out of balance. A sound of pain was torn away from you forcefully as you were slammed back against the wall by the earthquake it caused. Your head spun, but you managed to open your eyes just in time to see the monsters start to move towards the direction of your group, their sizes growing with every step.

“Shit!”

“He has the same Arcana as him!”

“Watch out!

The shouts overlapped around you into a cacophony of mess. A growing ringing in your ears kept you from knowing who was shouting, but you did feel a force try to pick you up from the floor as you tried to blink away the spinning of your head. You focus and balance still off, you barely registered your body being shoved again into the wall. You blinked. Looking up, you saw Chenle’s hazy profile before you. There was a wall of rock covering the both of you from whatever force was pushing from the other side, and he gritted his teeth in pain as his hands pressed against the barrier. Your mind only snapped to clarity at what was happening when long, deep cracks ran around his summoned shield right in front of your eyes.

“Chenle—”

“Haechan-hyung! This isn’t gonna work! We need your shadow room!”

A deafening roar from somewhere made you instinctively grab the boy and throw both of you towards the floor. It was done just at the nick of time too, as a massive clawed arm finally broke through the rock shield Chenle was trying to hold up. Your first instinct was to roll away and drag your pair away as far as possible from the still raging monster now pounding at the ruined shield, but a different set of arms both lifted you from the floor before you could even do it. You barely caught a glimpse of Jaemin before he was dragging you towards the other end of the room, his eyes wild as he looked around. You gasped as you saw half of his face covered with blood, but you didn’t even have enough time to process that as another explosion made you unconsciously flinch and curl.

“Haechan! Do something! I have her!” the boy roared over the sounds of blasts and growls that has taken over the room. A rain of loose rocks and cement poured over your heads from the ceiling as another resounding bang tore through the air.

“I’m trying! Get out of the way!” Haechan’s voice shouted back from god knows where. You couldn’t see him in the ruckus that was happening, and you didn’t even have a chance to try and look for him, because the next thing you know, a black void opened in your peripheral vision. Jaemin started pushing you towards it without another word. 

“No! You need to come too!” You screamed in panic when you realized he and Chenle weren’t coming with you. You tried to reach out to both of them just as the void started to close, but both quickly stepped away before you could get your hands on them.

“We can’t. We need to get Jeno first. Mark and the others can’t do it on their own, just stay there and wait for us!”

That was the last you heard before the darkness finally swallowed you. All of a sudden the noise from the room cut off, and you were surrounded with nothing but the deafening silence of the room Haechan conjured with his chaos magic. Only the sound of your heaving breaths pressed against your ears as your knees finally gave way and you fell to the floor.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there as you tried to catch your breath. You weren’t sure if you are bleeding anywhere, but that was the least of your worries as you fought against the crashing emotions inside of you that made you almost choke in your own breath. There was a moment of silence as you tried to clutch on the floor of shadows in an effort to ground yourself, but it was short-lived as an unexpected tremor shook the very void you were in. You gasped and looked around wildly. The force felt like something of an attack from the outside, but you couldn’t confirm when it suddenly stopped just as soon as it came. At this point, you knew your nerves were frayed to their limit. The dead silence that followed was even more painful as you waited breathlessly for the next blow. 

Boom!

Your scream caught in your throat at the splitting sound that sliced the  silence enveloping you. All of a sudden, the darkness surrounding you was overcome by a sudden wash of light coming from a crack in the void. Before you could even wrap your head around what you were looking at, a monstrous arm reached out from the hole and wrapped its burning fingers around your neck. It pulled you back so hard and fast into the source of the light that the only thing that registered to you was the chilling sound of cracks that tore through your consciousness. The next thing you know you were staring at one of the shadow monsters as it held you in mid-air by your neck, its black glowing eyes drilling against you.

The blunt force must have broken something in you because you could feel nothing of the pain after. The shock of it all, however, is what really made you numb. It barely even registered to you how you were back in the real world, Haechan’s dimension seemingly torn into shreds by the beast alone. Your head was feeling heavy, and you’re convinced you are about to lose consciousness any time as more of your airflow was cut off. With the last of your energy, you tried to move your eyes across the room. Your sight had gone blurry by the edges, but you managed to register the bleeding face of Mark staring up at you in horror before you felt gravity started to pull you down. Slowly, the monster let go of its hold on your neck, only for your body to be caught again in mid-air… by its arm piercing through your stomach.

“No!”

“Mark! Stop!”

“Kun-ge!”

“Ten! Get to her first! I’ll get the others!”

Everything was just a blur of colors, shapes, and sounds after that. Your body hit the floor, but you didn’t feel any pain as the last of your breaths started to leave you. Your eyes were still open, but your mind was struggling to understand what you were seeing and what they mean. Even in the growing hollowness quickly swallowing you though, you saw the way the shadow monster stopped just before it was about to drive its last blow on your battered body, as if it was suddenly frozen in time. It was only a few seconds before you lost consciousness when a familiar face took over your dimmed line of sight, his face hovering over you as he made a motion to pick you up.

“Hey, you’re okay. Just stay still.”

Ten…?

“We’re getting out of here.”

******* The feeling was worse than what you hoped death would be like.

If limbo was a solid construct, it is exactly the sensation that was wrapping you right now. It was different from anything you have experienced before, with your consciousness caught between a wakeful state and a growing numbness that always seems to pull you under every time you were just about to break the surface. You have no idea where you are or even who you are, and yet there was one strand of thought that you were clinging desperately into as a lifeline.

You were fading into nothing. And it was terrifying.

"Love. Love, don't close your eyes. Don't go to sleep yet."

"We're losing her—no. No. We need to do something!"

"Renjun! Where are you!"

The sound of that name brought a mild undercurrent of shock over whatever trace of life was still left in you. You know that name… you've said it so many times before but you couldn't really remember why… Renjun… Renjun…

"Renjun?"

"Yes, noona?"

The way your vision snapped to focus almost knocked out the air from you. From floating in nothingness, you were all of a sudden back on your feet again, standing in the middle of a shadowed corridor. Turning your head to the side, your eyes ever so slightly widened when you saw Renjun beside you, his gaze set on something in front of him. You frowned. You didn't know what was happening, but at the same time, there was a part of you that seemed to exactly know the answers you are trying to grasp. You watched silently as the boy’s lips turned up into a soft smile as if he could hear your thoughts, before he finally turned to look at you.

"Where are we?"

He tilted his head a little to the side at your question. He seemed calm, a complete  contrast to the confusion swirling in your head at the moment. He gave you a look before turning away again and nodding his chin towards something. The action made you finally follow his gaze, only for your heart to drop at what you saw beyond.

"Where it all started. I think you know exactly where we are."

The white door from your dreams loomed in front of you like a ghost. It looks exactly like the real one you walked through back in Rosewood—the threshold to your father's office where you found his secrets. The only difference now is that the door you are looking at didn’t have its bronze knob burned and singed yet, and that there was no smoke coming from under its gap near the floor.

"Why are we…"

Your voice trailed off as you took in the sight in front of you. You were so lost that you didn't even notice the way Renjun had threaded his fingers on yours until you felt him squeeze your hand. The comfort the gesture brought grounded you just a little, numbing your mind before it went down a full spiral.

"It's time to open that door again."

He said those words so softly, and yet you could hear the urgency in them still. You hesitated. A part of you didn't want to move, afraid of what you might find on the other side of it, but there was also something unexplainable urging you to do the exact opposite. For a few more seconds you stood there, gauging your options, before finally raising your hand and reaching out to the knob. Beside you, Renjun gave you one final squeeze just as you turned and pushed it back.

The door parted slowly as if it had a life of its own. You weren't sure if you were still breathing in the first place, but your chest felt absolutely still as you waited for it to reveal what was behind it. When you finally caught glimpses of what's beyond, there was a brief moment when your mind started to figure out what you were seeing. Everything looked exactly the same from your father’s office back in the academy, but then your eyes moved down to its center... 

And landed on a girl lying on a table in the middle of the room. You couldn’t see her face at first since she had her head turned away from you so you took a silent step inside to try and see more. You have finally passed through the door when she finally moved, causing the light in the room to wash all over your features. You stopped, your breath freezing in your chest. Lying beyond was a woman....

With the exact same face as you. 

It felt like the floor was torn away from under your footing. You were confused, the feeling only growing as another table materialized next to where your doppelganger was. Your eyes widened in surprise. Resting on it was Renjun, his hair still long just like when he first came to Cypher. Quickly, you turned to look at the boy on your side. The Renjun who first came to your dreams was still there holding your hand. He was looking at both your duplicates beyond with an unreadable light in his eyes. 

“What’s happening?” you asked, your voice sounding thin and almost breaking at the edges. He squeezed your hand again but kept his sight trained straight at the scene in front of you. 

“Watch.” 

You did what you were told. The doppelgangers in front of you have barely moved since they came into focus, so your eyes bounced around the other details around them in the hopes of finding something that can make you better understand. When they finally focused on the tables they were lying on, a shocking realization hit you like a wave. They were the exact same desks you found in your father’s office—the ones you thought were so out of place when you first stumbled on them. 

That’s when it hit you. 

You're not looking at an illusion, nor was this just a dream. The girl you are looking at is not a copycat. 

But you…

"From a memory," Renjun whispered beside you as if he just heard your train of thought. At that moment, you saw the girl’s lips move, silently at first, before they finally formed words. 

"I trust you."

The sound of your own voice startled you. The moment you heard them, the scene changed as if someone had flipped it. This time, there were also others in the room, surrounding the table where you are. Mark, Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Jisung and Chenle were looking down on you and Renjun's doppelgangers, their faces unreadable. Renjun's double also turned his head towards the girl beside him before reaching out gently to her face. Above him, Jaemin moved over to hold him down while the rest hovered around you. You noticed how the boys seemed to take calculated positions, as if whatever was happening was already pre-arranged. Mark stood over to your left while Jeno hovered near your head. Jaemin, Chenle, and Haechan reached out to pin down your hands and legs. 

"This is going to hurt," Renjun vision whispered to yours. 

You nodded.

"I know."

"Close your eyes."

You flinched as you heard yourself scream in pain just as soon as she did what she was told. The moment was fleeting, however, as your view of the room suddenly spun out of control. The corridor melted and vanished, including Renjun and the whole slice of memory you have been watching, only for it to snap back at an entirely different place. That happened again and again, words jumping and scenes flipping as you jumped from one place to another. All throughout, you remained on your spot, unable to do anything but watch and listen to whatever it was presented in front of you. 

"You need to do it, Mark. It's the only way it will work."

"Make sure to give me a good dream, alright Haechan?"

"Chenle and Jisung… you'll help noona, right?"

"I'm sorry, Jaemin…"

"Give me this pendant at the right moment, Renjun. And a flower. A yellow daffodil will be nice."

"Jeno… Will you wait for me?"

You doubled over and clutched at the sides of your head as the noises, colors, smells, and sensations washed over you like a huge tidal wave. You could feel yourself splitting at the seams and being brought back together again and again. You were confused. In pain. Terrified. Lost.

"I'll leave my memories to your care."

Your own haunting voice echoed in your head. The words made you freeze, killing the screams you didn't even know were making. Eyes wide and pupils shaking, you looked up again only to find yourself in an entirely different room. Your gaze settled on another vision of you and the boys, though this time, everything was different.

Your eyes focused on an exact copy of you again lying down on a bed. Unlike the vision at Rosewood, however, this version of you looked pale and almost lifeless. Black marks decorated your neck, and half of your body from your stomach down was drenched in blood. Your chest was still… Except for the times it unnaturally gets lifted from Jisung's electric shocks. Your heart dropped to your chest as you realized what you were looking at.

This was not part of your dreams or even your memories.

This… was your present.

"She's losing a lot of blood. Chenle!" Haechan's high-pitched voice turned on the rest of the noises of the previously silent scene you were watching. He was holding what looked like a blood-soaked towel against the hole in your stomach, his own hands stained with the red liquid as he tried his best to plug your wound. Across from him, clutching your other side was Chenle, whose face was illuminated by a strange light coming from his hands pressed close to your flesh. He looked pale. Scared.

"I'm trying. Her muscles are binding slowly because her wound is severe. Jisung—"

"Her heart is not starting," the other boy, who was hovering over your upper half, answered in a trembling voice. You watched as he pressed his hands on your chest again before sending another jolt of electricity that sent your back arching up before falling limply on the bed. “We need her heartbeat to pick up faster. I can’t do it alone.” 

"Her pulse. It's fading," Mark sounded hollow as he clutched on to your hand. "We can't do this. Her life force is leaving faster than we can bring it back."

Jaemin, who was standing next to him, gritted his teeth in frustration. He was trying to hold up Renjun who was currently standing by your head with his hands pressed against your temples. "We need Jeno. Where are they?"

As soon as he said the name, a new movement from your peripheral vision made you tear your eyes away from the bloody scene. Appearing out of thin air was Ten trying to hold up Kun and Jeno on both his sides. Your lips parted in shock. Your surprise was mirrored by the other boys, though they were quicker to recover at the sight of the newcomers.

Renjun didn't waste another breath before calling out to the younger of the trio.

"Jeno, she's dying! You need to hold back her lifeforce from fading to give Chenle and Jisung more time to revive her."

You watched, stumped, as the boy in question pulled himself away from Ten and immediately tried to rush over to where you are. He looked disoriented and weak, but he managed to catch himself and grab on to your other free hand before he lost his balance. Just like Chenle, a glow came from his hand, weak but still lighting up your joined palms. You took in a breath as things finally started moving in your head. 

"I'm here. Come on. Fight it."

Jeno's raspy voice sounded close to your ears even as you watched him from the safe distance of where you stood. When you saw him press your other self's cold fingers against his lips, you felt a jolt in your chest that was mirrored by the slight movement of your other body across the room. The other boys caught it, Mark in particular who held on tighter to your other hand he was still holding.

"Her pulse is getting stronger. Chenle, Jisung, just a little bit more."

The two boys in question said something back, but you didn't catch any of it as your attention was caught by Renjun from the other side of the room. Unlike the others who seemed unaware of your detached presence in the scene, he looked right straight at you, his eyes piercing.

"Noona. It's time to remember."

The next sequence of events all happened in a matter of seconds. You were yanked back from the ground you were standing on as your consciousness was sucked into a void where blasts of colors and sounds clashed and melded with each other. Wounds closed and bones snapped back to their right places. Memories of the far and recent past melded together, forming a singular consciousness that grew and grew and grew until they consumed you. Everything was unbearably overwhelming, not until a voice pierced through the noise.

"Please. Come back to me."

Everything stilled to a sudden halt. The room was silent, the only sound you can hear being the calm thumps of your own heartbeat. Slowly, you opened your eyes and let your vision settle on the first thing you could see. Jeno's face came into focus, his gaze moving over the rest of your features quickly. The moment your eyes locked, you saw realization dawn behind his.

"Do you…"

You didn't answer. Instead, you reached out for his face, your thumb grazing his cheek.

"Can you help me up, love?" You whispered. He momentarily paused before he took a step back to gently guide you into a sitting position. Around you, the rest of the boys moved away from the bed to give you breathing space. Kun and Ten also stepped closer towards your line of vision from the other side of the room. They were wearing the same expression the rest had on their faces—a mixture of concern, wariness, and reverence. You touched every single face staring at you with your gaze, before your lips tipped into a slow smile.

"Hello, boys… Missed me?"

Nobody said a word at first. Finally, Kun gave a slight bow of his head in answer.

"Welcome back…"

"IL Matto."

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So... I may have half-lied about a couple of things. First, it is true that this is Arcane’s end. The catch, is that it is only the last chapter of the first book. I decided to split the plot into two parts, because I know so many things have happened in the story already and I needed a breather to gather more inspiration for the remaining half of the story. I would like to thank everyone who has been with this journey so far. I really wouldn’t have kept the torch up this long if not for all of your support. For now though, I need to take a quick rest. 

Book 2 may come a little later than my usual timeline of publishing updates, but as you’ve figured out from the end of the chapter, it will cover the rest of the story with a heavy focus on everything that has happened before the start of Arcane. For those of you who want to read it, I’ll be waiting for you again once it starts. 

Again, I’d like to express my appreciation to all of you who have showed loved for Arcane. Can’t wait to see you again at the start of a new journey. P.S. Congratulations to all those who came so close with the theories and thank you to those who took the time to think about them. You’re all starting to learn how to pick my brain. <3 ;)

Love, 

Sammy

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BOOK 2: Chapter 1

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BlackBile compendium

content that caters to myself and myself only 🌼

BlackBile is about people navigating life and trying to understand love. *Except they are all dysfunctional in one way or another and insane.And someone goes missing. | playlist | board

Characters:

There are two main families; the Riveras and the Alinacs. Their families are business rivals, but there's an Alinac for every Rivera and vice versa. Soulmates even. If you want to go that far (most of them do)

RIVERAS:

Teresa Ashburn (53|185.4cm|Divorced|Board) || Hugo Rivera (48|177.8cm|Divorced (still in love))

Abigail Rivera (28|172.5|It's complicated (she's a whore)| Board|playlist)

Mariana Rivera (18|165.5| With Derek Alinac|Board|playlist)

Miguel Rivera (18|198.8|with Kitty Miller|Board|playlist)

Abel Rivera (15|175.6|Board) || Cain Ashburn (15|175.6|Board)<these cunts are twins they never met. teresa is insane ok

^The riveras children all share a birthday remnant of their past universe where they were cursed amen. ♥ just quirky girl things

ALINACS:

(they belong to my pookie 🐛)

Eamon Alinac | Danica Alinac | Viktor Alinac | Damien Alinac | Derek Alinac | Alban Alinac | Riley Burr

OTHERS:

Eric Miller | Kitty Miller | Connor Alinac (previously Price) | Blue (Reuben Locke) | Brooke Reyes | Růžena Bianchi

Alexis Spencer | Anastasia Spencer | Andrei Burke | Antoinette Delisle | August Lazare | Aria Gravina | Barb | Belle Hemlock | Billie | Cassandra Basri | Chava Gallo | Chae-won Paek | Cheetz | Clarke Higgins | Connie | Corin | Dani King | Dee | Elias Hemlock | Gabriel Sukarto | Haneul Baumann | Ivan Hemlock | Jai (Min Léi) | Jaiden | Kendrick | Matty Higgins | Marcus Holt | Natalie Grant | Noel | Noemi Gravina | Piper Holt | Reo (Rebecca) Locke | Robbie | Roise | Roman Garcia | Sawyer | Sid | Yanick Ross | Yolanda Kaldor | Zachary Kaldor | Zephyr Huang

Brother the characters.

RELATIONSHIPS;

"official" : Mariana&Derek (Marilac) | Abi&Damo (Dabi) | Vik&Connor (Vikcon) | Kitty&Miguel (Kitkat)

"exes" (these bitches r never truly over one another): Abi&Blue (Blubi) | Marcus&Brooke (Marke) | Clarke&Damo (clarien) | Dani&Chae | Zach&Clarke

budding...? ; Ruz&Damien (B&d {buttercups and dandelions}) | Brooke&Blue (Bloo) | Miguel&Alban (Millie) | Kitty&Roman (bikerbabez) | Miguel&Kitty&Roman&Albie | Eric&Gabe (Gabric) | Barb&Chae (Carb) | Cheetz&Yan | Yan&Barb | Yan&Roise | Roise&Roman | Baumann&Dani | Cass&Zeph (Hyrdra) | Alexis&Nat | Eamon&Antoinette | Clarke&Dee | Kendrick&Sawyer

these cunts are soulmates . but theyre not together but they are . but they're not. but they should be and everyone else know it.: Abi&Vik (Vibi)

you are going to HELL: Abi&Eric (Abic) | Connor&Blue (Clue)

Just friends :)? : Mari&Kitty (Cherrysours) | Zeph&Damo (Zamo) | Chava&Sid&Nat | Ruz&Noel

I'm sure i forgot some and theres complexities but can you see. can you see why I'm insane.

OTHER UNIVERSES:

TENDONS | MARROW | KALAKAS

cementum | fovea | gracillis | shojo | alveoli | capitate | C v World clr