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THE ANSWER: XXVII

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers ‘sect.’ pairing: ateez x fem reader genre: cult au, thriller, angst check warnings on AO3

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You take in San’s words, blinking aggressively. You pull your face away from his, your questions clear from your expression.

San squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look at you for too long. “I can’t explain it now. Or, well, I’ll explain it all soon, but we need to leave.”

“Leave? Like, the farm?” You question, your words coming faster than you can control them. “What? San? Did something happen?”

He opens his eyes, then, staring into yours. The pain is evident in his face, his internal struggle still battling.

“After today, I can’t predict what Hongjoong will do to get you to break.” San admits, tears welling in his eyes. “He’s going to hurt you, and if he can’t, he’ll kill you.”

“What happened to you, San?” You ask, more concerned by his disheveled appearance than by the revelation of the thoughts that you’ve had hundreds of times.

He shakes his head. “It’s not important, I promise. I’m fine.” He pauses, sucking in a breath. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine, San, just shaken up, I guess. Do you know how Hongjoong did that?”

His hands squeeze your forearms tighter, gripping you like he’s going to lose you. “I have no idea. But if he’s willing to go this far, I… fuck, I can’t believe it. I have to get you away from this.”

You can only gape at him. You can’t believe that San is saying these things to you. San had always been so loyal to Hongjoong, even leading up to the very moments before the ceremony. What could possibly have made him flip his entire script so quickly?

It’s almost touching to realize how much San must care for you. If he’s willing to abandon this for you… Fuck.

“San, when can we go?” You try to not sound so eager, but the prospect of getting away is so sweet.

He presses a kiss to your forehead before replying. “I have to think on it, but I swear that it will be soon. I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to figure it out.”

You want to ask what it is that he’s figured out or what made him realize, but that sits in the backseat compared to the thought that suddenly rises to the forefront of your mind. “What about Haseul? And Mingi?”

San freezes, still searching your face. He opens and closes his mouth a couple times, but no words come out.

“San?”

“I,” he pauses, biting his lip, “I’ll have to think about it more. We might have to come back for them.”

You don’t like that idea, but you had thought it yourself a few times before. It would be a lot easier to get yourself out and come back with people that could actually stand a chance against this group rather than try and sneak out with someone else, risking all of your lives in the process.

“Just trust me, yeah?” He smiles, letting go of your arms to readjust his shirt.

You nod, throwing the blanket off of your legs. This is as good of a time as any to get out of the infirmary. Whatever had been going on with San, they must not care too much if you’re back with him considering the fact that he’s here now.

Once San is reassembled, he offers you his hand again, helping you stand as you swing your legs off the bed. The two of you leave the room, passing by Nayeon as you walk down the hallway. She waves, smiling while you go.

San drops your hand once you’re outside, but keeps one on the small of your back. He could reasonably pass that off as just helping you stay upright.

By now, it’s mid-morning, almost 11. The sun is high and the fields—

For the first time since you had arrived at the farm, you saw the farm equipment actually being put to use. A huge combine harvester moves through the field, still relatively close to the barn. You’re awestruck to actually see work being done, amazed that the time has passed so quickly.

You halt in your tracks, lifting a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun so that you can watch the machine move. It doesn’t move particularly fast, but, by God, is it freaky looking. You wouldn’t want that thing coming to run you down, that’s for sure.

Which only reminds you of the time that you had tried to escape. And then resorted to hiding in the corn.

When all of the corn is harvested, how will this place look? Barren. Cold. You don’t want to picture it; all that land with nowhere to hide. Will you even have to see it? Maybe you’ll be gone by then.

A waving figure catches your eye off in the distance. You’re easily able to identify Yeosang once you look fully at him, and you raise your hand back in greeting, having to squint your eyes against the sun.

San doesn’t wave back, instead ushering you to turn back toward the compound and keep moving.

“Are we in a rush?” You ask, allowing him to steer you toward the door.

San glances around, “I wouldn’t say that. But I’d feel better if we were alone in our apartment.”

Well, okay, you guess. You would think that it would be a bit suspicious if you both suddenly started acting differently, but it’ll probably be okay for right now. At least until you can talk to San about everything.

You head inside, trying to walk to the stairs. But you’re stopped before either of you can make the first step, a voice calling your name behind you.

It’s Wooyoung, you realize, before you even turn around to face him.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

You glare across the foyer at him, wondering what kind of nerve this kid must have to be talking to you like you’re best friends again.

He has a point, though. You turn your attention to your stomach, but you’re not surprised that the general sense of nausea and unease still lingers there; nothing like hunger. “I’m not hungry.”

You know better than to directly accuse him of drugging you again. You really don’t know if he did… it’s possible that he didn’t. But, really, looking back on it… Ugh, you’ll just ask San later. He had already told you what he thought, but… you don’t know. Just, whatever.

Wooyoung squints, a flat expression on his face. “Are you feeling alright after everything? Not just anyone can say they stood down a Guardian.”

That’s really rich, coming from Wooyoung, you have to admit. The guy that basically told you that you need to accept your role in this place because he isn’t happy with his, either. Maybe he’s trying to sympathize with you, as a fellow skeptic. You won’t take the “compliment” at face value, but you still don’t appreciate the remark.

“I’m perfectly fine,” you shrug, hoping to end the conversation there.

He doesn’t look convinced. “I’ll have someone run some food up for you guys.”

San thanks him for you, clearly ending the conversation there. He ushers the both of you up the stairs and to your apartment, swiftly locking the door behind you once you’re inside.

You look around your apartment, almost expecting something to have changed, but nothing has. Everything is just how you left it this morning, not a single thing out of order.

“Are we talking about this now, then?” You question, looking to San as he paces in front of the couch. He doesn’t stop pacing, but he does gesture for you to sit down, “you’re really worrying me, San.”

He halts in place then, frowning, but not sitting next to you. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” he lets his sentence hang in the air, “I can’t believe… I can’t believe it.”

“What happened to you while I was out?” You want to reach out and grab his hand, but you can’t, he’s moving too much.

San starts pacing again, “well, first of all, sorry for disappearing on your right before the ceremony.” You nod, encouraging him to continue. “Seonghwa appeared out of nowhere and pulled me aside to talk about literally nothing and then, by the time I realized what was happening, the ceremony had started and I couldn’t have helped you.”

He freezes, as if recalling the memory, “and then the ceremony happened. And, and that thing appeared. I hope to God that Hongjoong or Seonghwa or someone was able to explain that to you, because I can’t. I don’t know what that was, I’ve never seen anything like it or heard of Hongjoong—” he stops abruptly. “I mean that I don’t know how that happened. And I saw it grab you and I seriously, I thought that it was now, that, that Hongjoong had enough of you and— I thought you were going to die.”

It’s only now that his voice falters, breaking with his last sentence. You’re no stranger to San’s emotions, but his tears always have an effect on you. To his credit, he does a good job of keeping it mostly together as he keeps speaking.

“But then it was over, and you were on the ground, and I tried to stand up to go to you, but Seonghwa held me down, and I couldn’t do anything. I felt so helpless watching Hongjoong pick you up, watching Mingi run to his side to take you off of his hands and carry you out. I tried to get up again, but Seonghwa wouldn’t let me go. I almost fucking hit him.” He shakes at the memory, his voice thick with both anger and his tears. “We stayed there for a long time. We just waited until Hongjoong came back, and he sure fucking came back. He was incensed. Didn’t even say why. Even Seonghwa looked nervous as he screamed and bitched and threw shit around.”

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

“You will not take her from me!” Hongjoong screams, at neither man in particular. “I don’t care which one of you it is; I forbade it for a reason and I will be fucking respected!”

Seonghwa doesn’t move an inch at San’s side. San doesn’t say anything, either.

Hongjoong’s rage permeates the chapel. “Why isn’t she scared? Why isn’t she terrified, whimpering and begging for her life at my feet?” He starts pacing up and down the aisle, kicking copies of The Answer that he had thrown to the ground. “Doesn’t she realize that I am the only thing standing between her and a cold grave?” He whirls to face the other two men. “Answer me!”

“I think she is scared of you,” San mutters, “but she’s good at hiding it in front of you.”

Hongjoong’s face contorts into a smile, and San knows that he’s fucked up. “Is that it? How do you know, San? Do you hold her at night while she cries in your arms at my cruelty?”

San only blinks, unable to respond in a way that would please his leader.

“She doesn’t know about Haseul yet. What is she going to think when she finds out that her boyfriend let her die?”

“Hongjoong—,” Seonghwa cuts in, “She can’t know about Haseul, even if you want to scare her. It’s invaluable for us to be able to hold this ove—”

“You will not tell me what I can and cannot do, Park Seonghwa!” Hongjoong yells, “I am in charge here! I am! If I want her to know about Haseul, she will know about Haseul.”

“Of course you are, Hongjoong, you don’t need to be so angry.” Seonghwa tries to console Hongjoong, to absolutely no avail.

Hongjoong puts his palms together, resting his index fingers on his forehead as he thinks. “I cannot take this disrespect much longer.”

The chapel remains in tense silence, neither San nor Seonghwa wanting to be the first to say something.

Apparently that’s not what Hongjoong wanted, either. “Seonghwa,” he gets the man’s attention, “hold San steady for me, would you?”

San knows what’s coming. Hongjoong’s had it out for him for ages, and this is finally it. He’s outlived his purpose, his presence is only backfiring, it’s time for him to go. He knew that it was coming, he should’ve known that it would be now. His death would utterly destroy (Y/n), there would be nothing for her to do except accept her fate.

Seonghwa does as Hongjoong instructs, standing behind him to hold his arms in place. San doesn’t struggle. He has to be strong. Go bravely. That’s what he wants.

But Hongjoong surprises him. He takes a step toward him, smoothing his own ceremonial shirt before grabbing the hem of San’s and pulling it out of his pants.

Oh… San really hadn’t been expecting tha—

But then Hongjoong hits him. Just once.

“We’ll see how she feels when you’re not so pretty.” Hongjoong spits, literally, onto the floor of the chapel.

San can hardly hear him through the pain rippling over his jaw, but the message is clear enough. He doesn’t need a mirror to taste the blood, or feel it pouring down his chin. Seonghwa lets go of his arms and it takes everything in him to not double over. Instead, he looks up at Hongjoong, unintimidated.

Hongjoong stretches his hand. “She asked for you, Seonghwa. Better go comfort her.” He glares up at him. “But not too well.”

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, San leaves the… sensitive details out as he recounts Hongjoong’s tantrum for you. Not a single word of Haseul is spoken to you, but the rest is mostly accurate.

You sit in horror as San recounts these details to you, unsure how to even react. You’ve always known that Hongjoong is capable of violence, and Seonghwa, too, but to hear of them acting such violence onto San, of all people… it’s almost unthinkable. At some point in the not too distant past, Hongjoong had trusted San to watch over you at all times of the day, and now? His own paranoia has driven him to violence?

Your thoughts wander to Seonghwa against your own better judgment. Seonghwa is his own person, he’s taking care of himself. He doesn’t want you meddling in his relationships, and he has made this more than abundantly clear.

But how does Hongjoong treat him? It can’t be kind. You’ve seen the slights between them, seen Hongjoong deny Seonghwa of even the simplest pleasure. Behind closed doors, what do they talk about? How does Hongjoong act around him?

Though you’re loath to admit it, you have to worry for him. If Hongjoong is violent with you, the person he considers to be one of the most important figures in his religion… that doesn’t bode well for Seonghwa.

“San,” you bring your thoughts back to the present moment, “I’m so sorry that you went through that for me.”

He doesn’t stop pacing, almost ignoring your sentiment all together. “Hongjoong is crazy.”

“I’ve known that for a while now.”

San smiles. Smiles. “I don’t think you understand the extent of it.”

You find that hard to believe, but there probably are things that San knows about Hongjoong that you don’t.

“But that’s not important for right now. I just need you to keep your distance from him as much as possible; I’ll ask Seonghwa for his help—”

“Seonghwa?” You’re astounded. “You’re going to ask Seonghwa to help us escape?”

San shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut, not looking at you. “No, but he’ll keep you away from Hongjoong. That’s basically his number one priority, anyways.”

It makes sense. If Hongjoong is as volatile as he was with Seonghwa and San earlier, he’s a danger to be around. Even more so than usual. But getting Seonghwa’s help… “Won’t it be obvious what we’re trying to do?”

“You already avoid Hongjoong,” San says. “I don’t think it will be a drastic enough change to draw attention, as long as you’re not refusing to see Seonghwa.”

The way with which San says this last sentence… is different. He’s not stuttering anymore, you realize. He hasn’t been for a while, now. When San is upset, his stutter is more pronounced than anything else, its absence is suddenly so jarring that you have to wonder why you didn’t realize when it stopped.

There’s no emotion in his voice anymore. No personality, no San.

You stare up at him, watching him walk back and forth in front of you. He’s not upset, not anymore, at least. What is this?

“San.” You try to get his attention. “Are you alright?”

He finally stops walking, if just for a second, to give you a good look at his face. “I’m fine,” he states. His eyes aren’t red, his breathing is perfectly even, his expression flat. “Why do you ask?”

“You’re scaring me,” you say. “What’s going on?”

San resumes his pacing. “You should be scared, I should be scared, I should’ve been this whole time; But I’ve been so stupid and now isn’t the time for me to be some sniveling boy.”

You can’t respond to that.

“I think I know when we can try to get out. I’m not going to fail you this time, (Y/n), I swear.”

“San, wait, hold on,” you start, shaking your head, “what about your laptop? The phones? Can’t you just call the cops?”

San smiles tightly, “I considered it, but there would be issues. Hongjoong has a plan, and things would not end well if law enforcement got involved and Hongjoong had more than five seconds to think before he was arrested or killed.”

“So you’re seriously proposing that we run away, leaving everyone else here… forever… including the children?”

“Would you rather be alive and here or dead and buried?” San blinks. “That’s what this comes down to for the rest of the group. We can find a way to get Mingi and Haseul, but it’s not feasible to save everyone knowing that Hongjoong has a plan for this exact situation.”

Your stomach rolls over itself as he explains this. How can you just leave? How could you leave everyone behind and forget about them? How could San even suggest something so horrible?

The thought of freedom is enticing, but the weight that would remain on your conscience… It makes you sick just thinking about it now.

Whatever. Fuck San. You’ll remedy the situation yourself once you’re out. There’s not a chance in hell you’d leave all of these innocent people to rot on this farm.

San’s apathy is so jarring. Maybe that’s what waking up after years of brainwashing does to a person.

You don’t want to judge him when he’s so clearly doing this for you. To protect you. You can hardly complain that he’s resolved in this situation.

… Yeah, no, it still rubs you the wrong way.

But you’ll shrug it off for now. “When can we go?”

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

San explains the general idea to you, which he’ll refine in the coming weeks.

With the beginning of the harvest starting, that puts the farm about one month out from the conclusion. Apparently, they don’t actually own that much acreage, just enough to surround the commune itself, so harvest doesn’t take very long. Throughout the month, there are various ceremonies that all culminate into one, final, grand ceremony at the end of the harvest. After this ceremony, there’s a party.

It was about here when you realized where this was going.

The party is huge, apparently. Like, all-out, rager huge. Everyone gets drunk (apparently this is part of the ceremony) and everything gets a bit wild and confusing. San’s proposal is that the two of you make a break for it when everyone is (a) extremely inebriated and (b) distracted by the celebrations.

It’s kind of cliche, but you have to imagine that it’ll work, especially if this party is as crazy as San explained.

If it doesn’t work… the thought puts a bitter taste in your mouth. You’re not going to start pondering what you’ll do if you get caught for a second time.

Really, this plan should work. San has access to the vehicles. With a car, you can be fifty miles away before anyone even realizes that you’re gone, so long as Hongjoong lets you out of his sight for even just a few minutes.

With all of the noise and distractions, no one will hear the car starting. No one will hear you guys peeling out, the terrible crunch of the gravel under the wheels that you had heard what felt like so long ago.

You think back to the night in the corn field. What a shitshow. You had to give it to yourself, you were very brave. And you got quite far for the amount of preparation that you had done. But that night…

Remains one that you want to forget. But you’ll never forget the fear coursing through your veins, the feeling of your heart in your chest, your ears twitching with every sound that you heard. When Seonghwa was chasing you, when Hongjoong reduced you to a puddle at his feet.

It was like being hunted for sport.

You have to hold out hope that the car will make all of the difference here, which you’re sure that it can. Where you’re going to go… you aren’t sure.

Surely, you know that you have to get law enforcement involved, but what San said is weighing on your mind… Maybe, if you fully explained the situation, you could get some sort of covert mission operating… But that would probably have its pitfalls, too. It’s hard to know what’s right, but you trust that you’ll figure it out once you’ve saved yourself.

There’s also the option that the police will entirely write you off and think you’re just some crazy lady. Especially if San…

No, wait, pause. San would tell the truth, right? Like, he would be your witness? He wouldn’t actually just let this keep happening once he’s out…

God, the fact that you even have to weigh this option is exhausting. Why can’t you just trust him? You’ve had no problem with it before, so why should it be an issue now? Has San ever done anything to betray your trust? Minus him being a high-ranking cult official, but, like, that’s just part of the deal. You have to trust him, especially now. If you can’t trust San, who can you trust?

Your mind wanders to your apartment, your old college dorm room, your childhood bedroom. How dreamy would it be to be anywhere but here? You miss your big bed and your pantry full of snacks you actually like and your bookshelves stacked with your books. You miss sleeping alone, but hearing your neighbors through your thin walls; when you didn’t have a sanctioned bed time that everyone obeyed.

On your nightstand at home, you have a framed picture of your friends. You try to picture their faces, all of them. Changbin, Mingi, Soojin, Haseul, Juyeon, and Jungeun. And, of course, your own face. When’s the last time you looked in the mirror? You think of your features, your hair, the color of your eyes and your smile.

Horrifyingly, you can only picture Hongjoong’s smile.

You stop trying to picture yourself.

Mingi comes to the forefront of your mind. Mingi. Do all roads lead back to Mingi? It feels like it. San had said that Mingi had run to you when you fainted, that he’d taken you from Hongjoong and carried you to the infirmary. You try to picture it, the feeling of Mingi’s arms wrapped around you again. Had he held you close, like a friend, or sterile, far away from his own body, the act of an EMT? Had he let your head hang upside down, over his arm, or did he support your neck like you would a baby?

You don’t know what feels right. You only know that Mingi had held you and Mingi had cared.

Maybe he threw you over his shoulder like he used to do when you refused to follow him somewhere. Probably unlikely. But you smile as you think about it, anyways, how he always used his height to his advantage and how he would sling you around like you weighed nothing.

How many times did he have to carry you to the library? How many times did he carry you out of the library? What does carrying someone mean? When is it an act of love and when is it an act of control?

Haseul had been carried. Where is she, now? In a little room? Is Wooyoung talking to her, keeping her company? Has Mingi been a good companion to her? Is she being subjugated to Hongjoong and Seonghwa, yet? Are you going to have to attend her own Choosing ceremony, soon?

Hongjoong wouldn’t trust you to just silently watch her ceremony, you know that well enough. It’ll probably just happen and you’ll be told after the fact. When its too late to warn her. The next time you see her, she’ll probably be in the infirmary, recovering from a fucking stab wound.

Your own scar tingles. Would Hongjoong just kill her? He had made it clear that he decides who lives and who dies. He could just lethally aim the knife. And wouldn’t that be the ultimate punishment? Not knowing she’s dead until being told after the fact? Not being able to see her one last time?

San wouldn’t let that happen. He would warn you, he would try to help her again, you’re sure of it.

So you just have to focus on yourself, for now. Keep your head down, wait it out, and trust San. That’s really all that you can do. You can’t help Haseul while you’re stuck here, just like you can’t help Mingi, either.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

You had half expected Hongjoong to give you a break for a few days, considering your encounter with… whatever that thing was, but that illusion is quickly destroyed when Seonghwa comes knocking on your door at the usual time the next day.

San answers, quickly lowering his voice in what sounds like an attempt to plead with Seonghwa to leave you alone for the day. You sneak up behind San, making eye contact with Seonghwa as your appearance calls his attention.

“What do you think, princess?” He sounds as pissed as he looks. You can imagine that he wants to be here just as much as you want him here.

Resting a hand on San’s shoulder, you tell him that you’re fine to go. Afterall, how else are you supposed to keep up appearances? And you need to learn more about what this month has in store for you.

San steps aside as Seonghwa offers you his hand, which you take. Strange, though, that he doesn’t take your arm as he usually would. Is this his way of…

Your last conversation echoes in your head. Seonghwa seemed genuinely concerned. And quite rattled. And he was honest with you, as much as you could expect him to be. Maybe he’s feeling bad. Or sentimental. Or protective.

… Pft, who are you kidding? He probably didn’t even think twice about taking your hand instead of your arm.

Hand-in-hand, you walk silently to Hongjoong’s apartment.

Fuck. You can only hope that he’s not there. You could probably play off your curiosity about the month as your worry about what’s going to happen to you, but something tells you that Hongjoong is going to be looking for reasons to be cruel. Or you’re going to be in for some intense attempts at gaslighting you into believing…

You have to resist a shudder at the memory. With enough effort, you probably could believe that that shit was real. Didn’t you have to beg Seonghwa to tell you that it wasn’t? You still don’t understand what the hell that even was or how it could’ve been faked, but you really can’t bring yourself to think of it.

Seonghwa drops your hand to open the door, holding it open behind him to allow you to enter as well.

Hesitantly, you glance around the apartment.

“He’s not here,” Seonghwa says. “But he wants you here when he comes back.”

The door shuts, and you sit at your usual spot on the couch. Seonghwa flops into his chair, facing you.

“When will he be back?”

He just shrugs, folding his arms across his chest. The image takes you back to a certain other night the two of you have been alone, and you have to clench your jaw to drive away the thoughts, looking anywhere else but at his body.

“I suppose you have more questions.” Seonghwa doesn't ask you this, but tells you.

Yeah, you have a lot of questions. The primary ones you either can't ask Seonghwa or you've asked him already, to no avail.

You look at your nail beds, trying to be nonchalant. “Are you still jealous of San?”

Why that's the question you decide to ask, you have no idea.

Seonghwa scoffs. “Really?” He asks. “That's where we're going?”

Shrugging, you try your best to resist looking at him. “I just thought it was strange that Hongjoong didn't want me to see him yesterday. I can't help but imagine that you must still be feeding him lies,” you say. “He also told me that it was you that had to physically hold him back when I fell.” Not to mention the other holding he did.

Though you don't look at him, you can imagine his displeasure spreading across his expression. “I don't know why you insist that there's nothing between you. It's nothing to be ashamed of, minus the fact that your misadventures could only cause harm to San.”

“Exactly,” your eyes flit up to his face, “I'd never put him in danger.”

“Your loyalty to a man you hardly know is admirable,” Seonghwa says through a sneer.

“I know San better than I know you.”

You could swear his eye twitches. “Sure you do.”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” You blink. “I have no reason to not trust San, and every reason to not trust you.”

Seonghwa shakes his head, smiling. “I think you're forgetting your situation, Princess. San is your punishment, and you're his.” He brushes his bangs out of his eyes. “I never said you had to trust me. I think you do, anyways.”

You stay silent, knowing that he's at least partially correct. You probably do trust Seonghwa, at least more than a lot of the people here.

“Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked for me to calm you yesterday.”

“I asked for San, first.”

“And what would he have told you?” Seonghwa leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Not what you wanted to hear. He wouldn't have been able to assure you of anything. I did.”

Again, you know he's right. San hadn't been able to do much to calm your nerves, despite tell you his plan for your escape.

You lock eyes with him, planning to defend San, but your gaze betrays you. Seonghwa leans back in the chair, knowing he's got you.

“Who was in the costume?” You ask instead.

Seonghwa deigns to look confused. “I'm not sure what you mean.”

The frustration of the prior day comes back at full force. Why can't just one other person acknowledge the fucking insanity of this place? Why can't Seonghwa just say what he means? Why is he so insistent on agreeing with Hongjoong, no matter the cost?

“Do you ever get tired of being Hongjoong's lapdog?”

“Lapdog?” He smiles. “Come here.”

You swallow as he gestures for you to stand in front of him, recognizing the gesture from weeks prior. “No.”

Seonghwa stands instead, stepping around the coffee table to be able to stand before you. Forced into looking up at him, you hate this upper hand he's suddenly gained through your refusal.

He bends, using a hand to grip the sofa behind your shoulder. Face to face, he mockingly pouts. “That's what you think of me?”

You keep your mouth shut, hoping your gaze is burning through him.

“You said it yourself,” he leans closer to you, “you hardly know me.”

With his face so close to your own, you hardly even feel like you can breathe, like it would be encroaching on his space. You glance between his eyes, trying your damnedest to not look anywhere else. If you looked at his lips… his pretty, plump lips…

Fortunately, or, perhaps unfortunately, the doorknob starts rattling a few feet away from the both of you, and Seonghwa quickly leans out of the compromising position. Slipping a hand in his pocket, he stares down at you once more. “This isn’t over.”

The door opens, but neither of you turn to greet who you know will be in the doorway. You’d have to imagine it’s quite a sight to see, the both of your staring daggers at each other, unwilling to be the first to look away.

Hongjoong isn’t pleased by your ignorance. He slams the door behind him as he enters his apartment, and Seonghwa finally relieves you of his look.

Your eyes only move to Hongjoong when he comes to stand next to Seonghwa, his hand resting on his bicep.

“Well, well, well,” he says, “having a lively conversation? Without me?”

Hongjoong gently turns Seonghwa so that he’s angled to sit on the couch, pushing him down until he’s sitting right next to you. Your thighs brush. Hongjoong moves back to sit on the chair Seonghwa vacated, settling himself in before speaking again.

“Have you had time to reflect on what happened yesterday?” Hongjoong inquires, tilting his head. He’s wearing his glasses, the overhead light reflecting off of them, obscuring his irises. “If I seemed frustrated with you, I must apologize. You have to understand that it was a very scary experience, even for myself. And I forgive you for the way that you reacted, as well.”

You squint at Hongjoong. As if you had anything to be sorry for. He’s the one that got himself all mad for no reason. He should be apologizing to San.

But you can only imagine how this conversation will go if you continue to argue with him about the validity of the… thing. And San requested you to keep a low profile. He probably wouldn’t want you bringing up his mistreatment. So you nod a couple times, hoping that he doesn’t want you to vocalize an apology.

“You must have been in shock,” Hongjoong continues. “Which would explain your inability to accept what had happened.”

Nodding again, you try to figure out where he’s going with this. Does he want you to start asking questions? Does he seriously, genuinely believe that you’ve lost it, now? He can’t.

So, what? He just wants you to act like you have? He must know that it would just be a ruse, so why does he want you to go along with it so badly?

Seonghwa certainly knows that you’re not fooled, and you can expect that he told Hongjoong this after you spoke to him yesterday. Who is this act for, exactly?

“As important as you are, it makes sense that you were targeted. The Guardians, in fact, are responsible for the loss of your predecessor.”

Okay, so, that’s a lie. Hongjoong told you as much himself. He’s really going to go back on his word, gaslight you into forgetting what he already said? He might be able to get you to forget what he told you about Haneul, but not so soon after you found out about her.

Haneul’s memory is alive and well in your head, despite the fact that you never met her. You owe it to her to remember the facts of her life, and her death, as best as you can. It awakens a tinge of anger in you to even hear Hongjoong so blatantly disregard her truth. He told you, to your face, that he liked you more than her. So he got rid of her. Not these “guardians” or whatever the fuck he’s trying to blame for her death.

“The Guardians,” you say, plainly. “Are… what, exactly?”

Hongjoong leans back in the chair, crossing his arms. “Well, there’s quite an extensive explanation in The Answer, but I suppose it could be beneficial to hear about them from me.

“The Guardians, simply put, are our antagonists. They protect the Sign, keeping it in the hands of those that oppose us. When we’re close to reaching the Sign, or when the barrier is thinner than normal, such as during a ceremony, they can appear. They’re rather frightening, and they can kill or bring Followers back to their dimension.”

… You blink at Hongjoong, remembering to nod periodically through his explanation. What are you supposed to say to that?

“So, yesterday, then, it was trying to… kill me?” You ask, sensing that Hongjoong wants something to bounce off of.

He tsks. “I don’t suspect kill, but rather kidnap. If they know that you’ve been Chosen, they’ll continue to target you whenever the barrier is thin. Surely they know that we would go to great lengths to recover you if they were able to steal you away.”

Hongjoong speaks with such a conviction that you can see how people are led to believe in him. If you had a weaker mindset, his crock of shit might just make sense. Or be just scary enough to make you want to believe that he could protect you.

“But you scared it away? Yesterday?”

Hongjoong nods gravely, closing his eyes. “They fear my presence, thankfully. Very rarely can they stand to be in the same room as me.”

You smile, hopefully not sarcastically. “That’s very lucky for me, then.”

“It is,” Seonghwa cuts in, surprisingly. “Hongjoong will always be with you, so you’ll always be safe.” Even more surprising than his words, Seonghwa slides his hand into resting on your mid-thigh, assuringly squeezing you. You turn toward him with wide eyes, about to question what the hell he thinks he’s doing, when his expression makes it very clear to you that you should drop the subject.

Bizarre. Why would Seonghwa be warning you to stop talking about what Hongjoong so clearly wants you to speak about?

So you turn back toward Hongjoong, who’s agreeing with what Seonghwa said, seemingly oblivious to his little boyfriend’s hand on your thigh. “Is there any way to protect myself, if I am alone?” You ask instead of heeding Seonghwa’s warning.

He squeezes your thigh harder, but you ignore it. What the hell is he trying to steer you away from? If he doesn’t want you to talk about it, surely it’s something that you’re going to want to know, right? Seonghwa can’t be looking out for you, not when Hongjoong is in the room. He has his priorities in order, and Hongjoong far outweighs yourself.

“Great question,” Hongjoong smiles approvingly. “So long as you have a Sign of the Answer on your person, you can fend them off yourself. They revere the Sign, they won’t harm someone under its protection.”

If that’s the case… you would’ve been fine, yesterday, then. As always, you had been wearing a Sign pinned to your shirt, somewhere. Though Hongjoong would probably try to argue with you that you must have been missing it, otherwise the Guardian wouldn’t have been able to attack.

But then that also raises the question. Is kidnapping someone the same as harming them? Maybe it wouldn’t have killed you, but could it still have taken you? Assuming that Hongjoong isn’t just some very creative psycho, that is. Purely for thought exercise, you have to wonder what the Sign could really protect someone from. Was yesterday an attack? Or merely an appearance?

You sense that Seonghwa is trying to warn you away from the areas that Hongjoong doesn’t have fleshed out. For all you know, yesterday is the first time that a Guardian has ever appeared in the flesh. Hongjoong might not have prepared for every possible question that you could ask.

The questions that you’re most curious about are things that you can’t ask him. Who did he have dressed up? How did they make that stature, that outfit, that… aura? Where was the face? Were you drugged? Was everyone drugged? Did everyone see the same thing that you did, or is everyone collectively lying to you to help their leader? Seriously, where the fuck was that thing’s face? How did they do that? If it wasn’t for that gaping maw of nothingness, you’d have a much easier time writing the entire experience off as the complete joke that you logically know it must have been. You push the thought away for now.

“I’ll be sure to always wear my pins, then.” You motion to where you have one pinned to your collar. “I have questions about the ceremonies in general, though, Hongjoong. Can I ask a few things?”

He motions for you to proceed, and Seonghwa’s hand doesn’t tighten its hold on you, so you do. “Will there be more sacrifices?”

Hongjoong nods. “There’s a sacrifice for each ceremony.”

“What is the sacrifice for? To what deity?”

A hint of exasperation crosses his face as Seonghwa slides his hand a little higher. “I’ve explained this. Sacrifices are sent to different universes as aid for our clones. There’s no God in particular the sacrifice is for, except for me.”

“So they can even use animals, in the other universes? The situation is so dire?”

Seonghwa pinches you instead of squeezing. Hongjoong’s exasperation melts into wry acceptance. “Yes, it is. Have you ever gone months without eating meat?”

… Yeah, probably. But you’re not going to press him harder on the subject. “I was just curious, I didn’t mean to question you. How many more ceremonies will there be this month?”

Seonghwa’s hand doesn’t move, and it’s right about now that you’re starting to feel a little bit insane because of it. Why would he put his hand on your thigh, of all places? Why does it keep migrating upward? Why don’t you just say something to stop him? Or use your own hand to move his away? Why is the warmth of his palm seeping through your jeans so quickly? Why hasn’t Hongjoong said something yet?

“There will be one ceremony each weekend.” He says, calmer, now. “But you won’t have to participate in all of them. The most important ceremonies, the first and the last, are different and thus require the Bearer’s presence.”

Well, that takes a bit of the pressure off, at least. Knowing that you don’t have to personally participate in every ceremony, though, no doubt, you’ll have to be present at each of them, makes you feel just a tad bit better. You have to imagine that Haseul’s Choosing ceremony will be soon…

“Hongjoong, did I do good yesterday?” You ask, trying to feign your most innocent look. “Can I see Haseul, soon?”

He gives you a small smile, but his answer doesn’t match it at all. “No. You made me quite mad, yesterday.”

The response is actually slightly shocking. You knew you had made him upset, but for him to vocalize it to you? To deny you seeing Haseul because of some bullshit that he orchestrated himself?

“But—”

“No buts about it,” Hongjoong says. “You’ll be able to see Haseul once you’re behaving on a consistent basis.”

“Won’t she have a Choosing ceremony?” You blurt, hoping that you weren’t the one to put the idea in his head. Maybe he had been planning on just keeping her locked up and not actually indoctrinating her. Had you even considered that?

Hongjoong sighs. “I haven’t decided. Is she worthy of one?”

What the hell does he mean ‘worthy?’ He’s seriously not going to jump at the chance to bring her in? If he wanted to, he could just kill her then and there; wouldn’t that be his dream? To end her life in front of you? Wouldn’t that just tickle his fancy? You don’t understand.

Unless he’s taking a certain pity on her, which you highly doubt.

He must see your confusion painted plainly on your face, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand. “It’s no matter. You’ll see her when you deserve to. Seonghwa,” —he abruptly changes the topic and his tone— “where exactly is your hand going?”

Seonghwa’s hand flies off of you, landing promptly back into his own lap.

“That’s what I thought.” Hongjoong tuts. “Do we need to discuss the lines that must not be crossed, again?”

You shake your head. You do not need the sex talk again from Hongjoong. God. And it's not like you were feeling him up.

“Seonghwa, you look particularly guilty. Do you need to tell me something?”

You suspect that, if Seonghwa looks or feels guilty of something, it's not the hand on your thigh. It's the warning you to stray away from topics that could upset Hongjoong.

But, glancing over at him, you’re surprised to see how red his face has gotten. Do you really get him going so easily? You could almost laugh, if not for the circumstances. Surely he's not so embarrassed just to have been seen with a hand on your leg. Its not like Hongjoong walked in on his hand down your pants or anything. And hadn’t he been all up in your face before Hongjoong arrived? Where’d that confident asshole go?

Hongjoong’s presence makes all the difference, you suppose. Hopefully he's able to play off this little episode as embarrassment about touching you. If Hongjoong realizes what he was doing, he'd probably get in trouble.

Which is still perplexing. Why had Seonghwa done that? Since when does he want to protect you? The way he's been acting, yesterday and today, just doesn't… align with the picture you have in your head.

Seonghwa looks literally anywhere else than at you or Hongjoong, shaking his head as well.

Slowly, he uses his hands to slide himself farther down the couch from you. Hongjoong chuckles from your opposite side, bringing you back into the reality that you temporarily abandoned.

“That’s pathetic, Seonghwa, really.”

Seonghwa simply looks back toward the coffee table, his face pink. Hongjoong is so harsh.

“Anyways,” Hongjoong calls your attention back towards him, “anything you want to tell me, (Y/n)? How’s San?”

This obsession with your relationship with San is infinitely annoying. What makes them think that you’re ever going to admit to what they suspect of you?

“San is perfectly fine.”

Hongjoong’s eyebrow twitches. “Oh? I only ask because he was rather… upset, yesterday, is all.”

“Wasn’t everyone a little upset?”

“Not so personally.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know how many different ways I can tell you that you made us live together, so it’s only natural that we care about each other.”

“Well,” is Hongjoong’s entire response.

The room falls into a rather uncomfortable silence.

You look back at Seonghwa, but he’s just looking at his hands, folded in his lap, now.

Hongjoong looks at his nail beds.

“Are we done, then?” You ask.

“You don’t have any more questions?” Hongjoong responds with a question, not looking up at you.

You rack your mind for anything else. Sure, there are plenty of questions, just not ones that he would be happy to answer.

“I guess not.”

Hongjoong looks up, flicking his eyes between you and Seonghwa. “Shall I escort you back to your apartment?”

You look back at Seonghwa, who’s now looking between you and Hongjoong.

“I don’t have a preference,” you say, even though you definitely do.

“I can take her,” Seonghwa springs up, offering you his hand.

Taking it, you also stand. “I actually have one more question, Hongjoong.”

He has to look up at you for once. He simply waits for your question while you gaze down at him.

“Is the sacrifice always an animal?”

He smiles. “More or less.”

Great. Wonderful. Perfect. You absolutely hate that response. More or less? Thats the most non-answer answer that he could've given you. And it definitely means that its not always an animal. Which makes you wonder when… and who…

Stunned into silence, you say nothing. Neither does Seonghwa.

“Hurry back.” Hongjoong requests, dismissing the two of you without another word.

Once you’re outside of Hongjoong’s apartment, you debate teasing Seonghwa, but decide against it. Though it would be quite fun, the poor guy is probably going to get it from Hongjoong already, no need to add to his torment. Plus, he was just trying to help you.

He walks you in silence, again, hand-in-hand, back to your apartment.

No sooner than you’re saying goodbye and shutting the door behind you does San appear in the entryway, grabbing for you.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened?” He frantically asks, looking you up and down and all around, his hands flying around your limbs to check for injuries.

Stunned, you stay still. “I’m fine?”

San sighs in relief, guiding you back toward the couch, sitting and pulling you onto his lap. “I was so worried they’d somehow found out. That you’d be hurt.”

You shuffle around so that your back can rest against the armrest of the sofa, your legs still resting over his.

“They absolutely cannot find out, no matter what,” San says. “Can you tell me what you talked about?”

So you explain the conversations for him, using a free hand to card through his hair as you do. He seems to relax after you’ve elaborated, though you leave out the part about Seonghwa and his hand.

Part of you wonders if you should feel guilty about messing with Seonghwa. Not for his sake, but for San’s. What even is going on between the two of you? You probably shouldn’t be flirting with the enemy anyways, but San probably wouldn’t be overjoyed to hear about the things that have happened between yourself and Seonghwa. The fact that you leave it out when recounting the meeting must prove that you know that it’s wrong.

“Come here,” you open your arms to him.

He slips out from under you, realigning himself so that he can rest his head on your chest. “We’ll get out of here, together.” He wraps his arms around your waist.

You do the same, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. There’s nothing you can do but agree with him. The two of you will escape together, and soon. After that, you can forget all about this place.

… Yeah, in your dreams. The real horror might start after you’re gone. You have to believe that San is telling the truth about Hongjoong. Revealing the cult to the authorities will only end in horror if you’re not careful.

And you find it hard to believe that you’ll be okay once you’re gone. You’ve considered it before, the way that this sort of trauma affects someone. How long will you have to recover? Will you be able to go back to your old life?

Will San be part of it?

You squeeze him tighter and he reciprocates.

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siyooungi · 2 years

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Hi I’d love to request a a scenario where choerry and reader (13th member) doesn’t get along bc reader is like cold hearted sometimes and secretly likes choerry. Till, reader heard choerry being frightened of like a thunderstorm and comforts her and confessed!

Pairing: Choerry x Fem!Reader

Idol: Choi Yerim (Loona)

Warning(s): None!

A/N: It slightly hurt to write this because Choerry is such a sweetheart and I don’t know how anyone could possibly be cold towards her.

“Did you guys hear that it was going to rain today?” Yeojin asked, causing everyone to turn their attention to her. Haseul and Choerry were the ones who seemed to listen more closely after hearing those words.

You were all chilling in the living room as some show was playing on the tv in the background. Some were watching and some were on their phone.

“Yeah, I heard it was going to be pretty bad.” Kim Lip chimed in, earning a few groans from everyone. Rainy weather was always nice but when it was intense, it wasn’t as calming as it normally would be.

“It’s going to be thundering later on tonight.” Hyeju spoke after she looked up from her phone, causing another simultaneous round of groans.

It was always a pain when bad weather came around, specifically thunderstorms. There were a few members scared of them, some more than others and it would result in the older ones to look after them, even if they were scared themselves.

Thunderstorms didn’t scare you as much and although you weren’t part of the unnie line, you still provided comfort to others, including the older ones.

“In case of a blackout, there’s some candles and flashlights in the cabinet.” Yves stated as she stood up, making her way over to the cabinet she was referring to and opening it for everyone to see. The mention of a potential blackout only seemed to further worry Choerry and as you looked over at her, you picked up on that. Her leg was bouncing and her arms were crossed. You’ve always paid close attention to her and her mannerisms.

See, you and Choerry may not have had the closest relationship due to you both being complete opposites, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care for her. If anything, you cared too much for her. Part of the reason being the fact that you have feelings for her and that she’s one of your members. It was expected of you to care for her. The issue is that you were so closed off when it came to her and she never knew why, but you knew very well why.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.” Choerry murmured, to which you chuckled lightly. “It’s just rain, you’ll be fine.” You reassured before standing up and heading to your room, separating yourself from everyone. She watched you the whole way until you were out of sight.

“Don’t worry Yerim, you’ll be okay.” Haseul spoke softly as she patted her on the head, smiling. “Y/N is probably going to sleep in another room so she doesn’t have to deal with me.” Choerry half-heartedly joked, causing the others to let out a few laughs while shaking their head at her comment.

Unbeknownst to you, Choerry would often get hurt at your coldness towards her. She would see how you’d react to some of the other members and wondered why you wouldn’t be as warm with her as you were with them. There were also quite a few times where her feelings got hurt because of tone of your words.

After your departure, everyone eventually retreated back to their shared rooms and went on about their day. Soon enough, you heard a knock at the door and the only person you could think of it being, was Choerry.

“It’s your room too, Yerim.” You stated, not bothering to look up to the door and continuing to read your book. The door opened and there stood an awkward Choerry. “Right, sorry.” She spoke sheepishly, avoiding any possible eye contact with you and made her way to her side of the room.

You didn’t even acknowledge her and to her, it definitely stung but she chose to brush it off since that’s just how you were. However, she didn’t know that you were still able to see her in your peripheral vision, a small smile on your face as you noticed her trying to get comfortable in her bed.

You both were just doing your own thing and due to the silence on the other side of the room, you assumed she was just on her phone. It was like that for a few hours and you’re sure at one point she actually fell asleep, but woke up after there was noise heard from outside of the room. It was around 8pm, and that usually signaled that someone was cooking in the kitchen.

However, that wouldn’t be the only sound to be heard when a booming noise came from outside, startling Choerry. You heard some screams coming from the kitchen so you assumed it scared a few of the girls as well.

You looked over at Choerry, who now had the blanket over her head. You knew how terrified she was of thunderstorms and you honestly felt bad, really bad.

Another rumble from the sky was heard and a whimper followed after that. You were certain that the sound came from Choerry and it only made you feel worse, wanting nothing more but to hold her and assure her that’s everything is okay.

“Choerry..” You whispered, causing her to slowly lower the blanket to where only her eyes were visible. You found that incredibly adorable but you didn’t let that distract you from your original motive, which was to comfort her.

“You should come over here, I know you’re not a big fan of thunderstorms.” You continued as you lifted up your covers, that were just waiting for her to get under.. You could tell she was very hesitant.

“Why do you care?” She asked, her voice much lower than you’re used to. Hearing that felt like a direct hit to the heart. If only she knew how much you truly cared.

“Because I do, now you can come here or i’m coming to you.” You spoke, your tone cold but a slight softness to it. Before Choerry could say anything back, lightning struck and thunder followed, causing her to scream and cover her ears. “Guess i’m coming to you.” You mumbled to yourself before pulling the covers off you and stepping out of bed.

You made your way over to her and kneeled down once you reached her bed. “Can you move over, please?” You asked, to which she scooted over without saying anything. You climbed under the covers, sitting up and facing her.

You opened your mouth to say something but of course, you were interrupted by another roar outside. Choerry immediately held onto you and hid her head in your neck, completely catching you off guard. Your hands were awkwardly ghosting over her until you snapped back into reality when another whimper left her mouth, causing you to wrap your arms around her.

She gripped onto your shirt tighter as a way to prevent you from leaving. As if you’d leave her especially in a time like this. If anything, you would stay here for as long as she wished, and also because you wanted to.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You whispered into her hair, using your free hand to caress it. You were holding her very closely as the commotion outside continued. You were sure it was going to go on for awhile, but you were willing to comfort her for the time being.

“Why are you doing this?” Choerry whispered, clearly confused by your actions. The question confused you at first, but you understood why she would question your actions.

“Because I want to, Yerim.” You spoke, coming off harsher than you had intended to, which was not at all. She muttered a small ‘sorry’ and went quiet. You realized how you sounded and mentally facepalmed yourself.

“No, I’m sorry..” You softened your tone, causing her to lift her head from your neck and look at you. “Why are you apologizing?” She asked as her eyebrows furrowed and she placed her hand on yours. Such a simple action, yet it made your heart skip a beat. The fact that she always remained sweet to you despite you not being the same towards her, was mind boggling to you and it only further affirmed the feelings you felt for her.

“I’m always so cold towards you and I truly don’t mean to be.” You began, looking down and avoiding eye contact with her. Even though you couldn’t see her, you could tell she was listening attentively once she squeezed your hand gently.

“I just- I like you so much and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to handle and process my feelings, and I know it seems that I don’t care about you but I really do. More than you could ever know.” You confessed, feeling significantly more self-conscious now that you’ve let everything out.

A few seconds of silence passed and you slowly looked up to see her reaction, fearful of what it might be but still curious. You were met with a smile and it caused your lips to curve into a smile. Her smile was contagious on its own.

“I feel the same way..” She admitted and your eyebrows furrowed. Of course, you were more than ecstatic, but you didn’t understand how she could reciprocate the feelings when you didn’t treat her as warmly as you should’ve.

“I know what you’re thinking, but there’s a reason for why i’m more sensitive when it comes to you.” She continued after noticing your visible confusion. “But-“ You didn’t have a chance to finish when lips connected with yours, leaving you stunned. Before you could reciprocate, Choerry pulled back.

“I’m so sorry!“ She quickly apologized, feeling extremely flustered. “I thought-“ She was interrupted by you cupping her face and placing your lips on hers, once again. She melted into the kiss and you did the same. It felt magical and butterflies were erupting in your stomach.

Eventually, you both pulled away with a smile and put your foreheads together. You couldn’t help but giggle and she joined in, softly shoving you until you fell back onto the pillows. She laid next to you and rested her head on her hand, smiling down at you. Your found yourself blushing when you noticed the loving gaze she was sending your way. Words could not express how you felt at that moment.

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kgs10 · 2 years

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A little while

Loona x 13th member (fem) reader

Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I really loved the loona interview. I was hoping you could do loona 0t12 x reader where the reader comes back from hiatus and surprises them!

Prompt: Reader went on hiatus and surprises o12

Genre- fluff

Warnings- death, dealing with a loss of a sibling

Words-1508

You went on a hiatus after the “why not” era because your mom and dad called you from the hospital saying that they got into a wreck and your little brother didn’t make it. You almost broke down crying but you didn’t want your parents to feel guilty that they weren’t there to comfort you.

After the call, you called your managers and told them what happened and asked if they were okay with you taking a hiatus to help your family out and go back home. They told you that they were fine with it and that you all needed to talk with the CEO about it. You told your managers to set up a meeting with the CEO. You also called Haseul that day and asked if she could be with you at the meeting. She of course said yes but you wanted to wait to tell the rest of Loona after the meeting.

The meeting went well. You had asked them if it was possible to do a video or a vlive after your break to explain why you took a break. They were all hesitant but gave in because they also don’t want the backlash from fans.

Haseul asked “Are you ready to tell the girls? They are already in the dance studio.” You nodded. You said your goodbyes to your managers and the CEO. Then you Haseul linked arms and headed down to the studio.

You and Haseul are close. She took you in when some of the members were hesitant about you joining the group. They eventually warmed up to you. You are really like a family.

The girls were confused when they got to the studio and you weren’t there already because your manager said that you were already there waiting for them. Not long after, you opened the door and walked in. They ran and hugged you two and you said sadly “ Hey girls. Will you all sit down and I have something to say?”

They sat down and looked at you. “So hmm… my parents called me from the hospital and said that they got into a really bad car accident and that my brother didn’t survive. So…. I’m going back home for a little while until they get back on their feet to work and stuff like that.” You teared up and looked up at the ceiling to dry your tears because you hated when people saw you cry.

“Y/n. We are so so sorry.” Sooyoung said while trying to wipe her tears away because she knew how much your little brother meant to you. He was one of your best friends. You started bailing after she said that. Haseul brought you into her arms and comforted you the best she could.

The rest of the day was just you in the arms of some of the best people in your life.

~time skip 2021

You had set up the date to be back in South Korea the same day as the Loona on wave concert “&” 2021. You would get in around the end of it so you planned on surprising the girls right after it ended. You called your manager to help set up one of the conference rooms in the company. You asked them to set it up kinda romantic. You told them to dim all of the lights since they would probably be tired from the concert lights. You bought roses and each of the girls representative flowers. You got them all of their favorite foods. You got the food and flowers on the way to the company.

The managers told them right after the show that they were having a company dinner in one of the conference rooms. They were excited but also tired. They always loved company dinners after a comeback.

You walked in and set down all of the stuff on the table. You took a picture before it got destroyed. “It looks good manager-nim. I missed being here. I even missed y’all.”

They laughed. “We missed you too Y/n. Now they are about to walk in and now go hide.”

You hid behind one of the bigger managers and held the cake and began to light it. They walked in and everyone said “CONGRATULATIONS.”

You came up behind the manager, held the cake, and said “Miss me?” They all screamed. The manager saw that you were about to be tackled to the ground so he took the cake and set it on the table.

“Owww. My ears. Oooof.” You landed on the ground. “We missed you so much Y/n,” Chuu said while crying. “I missed you guys so much. Now get off me.” You laughed.

You got up and pointed at the table and said “So you like?” They all said yes.

They hugged you one by one and whispered about how much they missed you. When Haseul came to hug you she took her hands and put them on your face to examine you.

“You okay up there? Did you sleep on the way here?” Haseul being Haseul she bombarded you with questions. She saw you kinda being hesitant and backed away and said “We are so proud of you Y/n. We missed you so much that it hurt.”

You felt guilty now and Hyunjin saw that and came to rub your back and said “Don’t worry so much about us. You are here now and that’s all that matters.”

You looked at Hyunjin and gave her a big smile which she returned. “Alright enough with this sappy stuff. I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

They laughed and grabbed their plates. You all sat down at the table and you told them about your flight and stuff and how this all got prepared.

“We never knew you could be this romantic Y/n,” Yeojin said while shoving food in her mouth. “Slow down kid. You’re going to choke.” Jungeun said. They all laughed. Yeojin slowed down.

“I’m not that romantic. I wanted it to be nice because you guys have worked so hard this past year and you all deserve the world. If I could give you guys the world I would do it in a heartbeat.” You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

“I thought you said to stop with the sappy stuff,” Hyeju said while wiping her tears away with a napkin. They were all crying. “No don’t cry I was just trying to be sincere. Oh no! What have I done?” You put your hands on her temples and rubbed them.

“Now stop crying. Let’s enjoy the rest of this dinner.” You said. They stopped crying and started eating again. “So Y/n how are you?” Heejin asked. “Better. Now that I’m here. I love my parents don’t get me wrong but I never really had a good relationship with them in the first place. That’s why my brother and I got along really well. You guys are my family. You are my safe place.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, we are glad that you are back. Are you going to announce that you are back or anything like that?” Jinsoul asked. “Do you guys think I should? Or should I wait until we have another comeback? Oh, by the way, love the album. One of my favorites. My favorite song on the album is probably “WOW”. Masterpiece.” You praised them.

They were smiling and glad you liked that song because it was also one of their favorites. “I think you should wait just because so you can have some more time to grieve and live in the moment. It’s up to you. We’ll support you with whatever you pick.” Haseul said. They all agreed with Haseul.

“Can I just let orbits know that I’m okay?” You asked your managers. “I don’t see why not. We’ll release a statement saying that you’re okay and back in South Korea and that you will be in the next comeback. You will be back for the next comeback right?” They asked.“Oh yeah! I will be. I wouldn’t miss it.” You said while smiling at the girls.

They were so happy that everything was semi-normal. They were just enjoying themselves and then they left when they saw Hyunjin falling asleep on the table.

You tapped Hyunjin on the shoulder and said “Ready to go home?” She replied back with an aeong. You smiled and laughed “God did I miss you and your aeongs.”

~A/n sorry this took long. I was working on it the other night then my computer crashed and lost it. I liked the other version better. I just don’t remember what I wrote.

#Loona #loona scenarios #loona reactions #loona x reader #loona imagines #13th member

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tzuyuscloud · 3 years

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may I request the maknae line catching Haseul kissing fem reader?

It was Christmas eve and y/n and Haseul had just finished cleaning up the dorm. While everyone else was getting ready for bed the two of you had to finish wrapping up presents for the maknae line.

"what'd you get Hyeju?" Y/n asked the short haired brunette. "Mmmh she said she wanted this new PS5 or whatever they're called and a Call of Duty game?" Haseul answered questioning the name of the game and system.

You laughed at how she knew nothing about teenaged things now a days and how she was so out of tuned with the world. You loved it. "You're so cute baby" you said making her blush at the pet name.

"I got yeojin a customized blanket that she was eyeing at the mall a few weeks ago, Pokemon stuff, nail art and some sticker books" y/n listed as she held up each item. After a few hours of wrapping they noticed how quiet the dorm was, "I'm gonna go check if they're asleep" Haseul whispered. She walked as quiet as possible to the rooms. Once she got to the maknae line room she saw Yeojin curled in a ball on her bed, Hyeju hanging halfway off the bed, and Yerim sleeping like a normal human being for once.

"they're all knocked out" Haseul said shocked. Usually they'd all be up bouncing around still, but I guess she did tire em all out at the mall today. It was their 4th trip to a mall this week, Haseul had to finish her Christmas shopping. And she felt like a mother trailing around 11 children and her fiance who acted like a child as well.

Once all the gifts were wrapped the started stacking them under the tree, trying to make neat piles for each person. "We're finally done" y/n cheered. "Mhm" Haseul yawned, "I'm so tired. It has been a long week" Haseul laid her head on y/n's lap looking up at her as she watched the other woman admire the quiet, clean home.

"we made more progress than expected in a week though. Props to you baby, because I would've given up on the first day they all handed me their lists" Y/n laughed before leaning down connecting their lips that soon turned into them making out.

From the maknae room, the three girls had gotten up to sneak a glance at the tree thinking Haseul and y/n went to bed, only to catch them on the couch kissing. Yeojin let out a gasp that was quickly muffled by both Yerim and Hyeju's hand and they both dragged the girl back to their room.

"did you....I....they ... Haseul unnie....and....y/n unnie.....I....oh my goodness......" yeojin glitched not knowing what to say as the other two girls were as shocked as she was.

"maybe we should just go to sleep" Yerim suggested looking like a deer in headlights. "Yeah maybe we should" Hyeju agreed.

#olivia hye #im yeojin #jo haseul #fem reader #choi yerim #loona scenarios #kpop gg #loona #haseul x fem reader

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monochromer0ses · 2 years

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Headcanon || Jo Haseul Number 1

Haseul eating you out after a long day, relaxing as she tastes you and hears your loud moans

#haseul x fem reader #haseul x female reader #loona x fem reader #loona x female reader #loona smut

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oliviahyegie · 3 years

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Loona reaction to shy gf trying to make a move on them

Request: Hi 👋🏻

Could I request a LOONA reaction to their shy gf trying to make a move on them, please! :D

Fluff and angst

(School got me fucked up, sorry for being so late)

J. HEEJIN

"Which romantic comedy did you watch without me?"

Anytime Heejin got the chance, she would tease you just to see your face turned red, but it's when you get a boost of confidence out of know where. She just can't help but make you her shy girlfriend she loves.

It still makes her laugh when she still of it. It was really out of no where, you just thought of the catchphrase out of know where "Hey Heejin, are you a loan, cause you have my interest." She just started laughing.

Hard.

K. Hyunjin

"What is this? The notebook?"

Hyunjin likes the fact that your shy. She likes it even more when you get that random boost of confidence.

"Hey Hyunjin! Why shouldn't you date a baker!" You said out of no where waiting for her response "I don't know? Why?" She responded not looking away from her phone "Because she might dessert you!" That's what got her. She started to laugh.

It was funnier to her because you were actually a baker.

J. Haseul

"Your so cute I could die."

Haseul found your shyness cute, but she found your confidence cuter. No matter how hard you try to make a move on her she'll always over power you and make you shy again.

She never did it to be mean or anything, she just liked the shy person she calls her girlfriend a little more than the confident one.

"Do you like IU? Cause I like U" you suddenly told Haseul out of no where. She couldn't help but blush at your advances "your so cute F/n."

I. Yeojin

"Omg please stop trying to notebook me"

After finding you were the shy type, you can say she used it to her advantage. She loves to tease you, but when you got the random boost of confidence out of no where she'd tease you more.

"Hey Yeojin! Are you wi-fi? Because I'm feeling a connection!"

Yeojin stood there looking up at you in silence. What where you trying to do? Get in a relationship with her all over again?

Vivi

"Stop trying to make me fall in love with you again!"

Two of the many things Vivi loved about you was your timid person, and your random boost of confidence.

She likes to compare this sudden boost of confidence to a random of energy people suddenly get out of know where.

"Hey Vivi! You know how your animal is a deer?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I just wanted to let you know that when I first saw you I was a deer in headlights!"

Vivi turns red

Kim Lip

"I'm going to ungirlfriend you."

In Kim lips opinion she prefers the shy F/N than the greasy/cheesy confident F/N. Not because she wants you to feel weak, but because she stats to cringe. Both mentally and physically.

"Hey lippie! Are you a parking ticket? Because you got fine written all over you."

"Oh. My. God. Stop" Kim lip cringes

J. Jinsoul

"Thank you for calling me sexy baby."

Jinsoul loves it when your confident like really loves it. She'll even try to hire someone to boost your confidence. In summary she loves it.

So when you two decided to watch Shrek 2 together (don't ask why) you came up with a really good (and cheesy) pick up line

"Hey jindori. You look very shrexy today"

"Oh baby." Jinsoul said while smiling

C. Yerim

"Stop! Your making me blush!"

Cheorry loves your cheesy self. She loves the random confidence and the random compliments, she loves it all.

"Hey Cheorry! Aside from being sexy and pretty what do you do for a living?"

"I'm your full-time girlfriend!" Cheorry exclaimed

H. Sooyoung

"That's nice and all, but you look cute below me. If ya know what I'm talking about."

God did Yves love to tease you about your cheesy pick up lines. Though she'd find a way to get you all flustered.

"Hey Soo. Are you a microwave? Because you heat me up"

"Are you an apple? Because I can just eat you up." Yves smirked

K. Jiwoo

"I think I'm going to faint."

Chuu loved when you came out of your shell. And when you learned of this you took it upon yourself to try and gain a little more confidence and veal out of your shy self.

But you needed some practice. So why not ask your girlfriend for help.

"Hey Chuu, if I could rearrange the alphabet I would put 'U' and 'I' together."

"Stop your making my blush!" Chuu said while turning red

P. Chaewon

"F/n stop please. Go back to being tiny with me."

Gowon hates it when you make a move on her. Not because she wants you to have zero confidence, but because you get so cheesy and she doesn't like that.

Also probably the reason she doesn't read book with you anymore or at all.

"Baby if you were letters in a book you'd be fine print."

"F/n I swear to god-" Gowon mumbled to herself

S. Hyeju

"I'm going to burn the house down if you say one more-"

Olivia Hye turns into Son Hyeju when you try to make a move on her with one of your cheesy pick up lines. To put it in her perspective she hates it. Well some of them but still.

"Hey Olivia are you a camera? Because evertime I look at you I smile." You smiled at her

"Ok I'll let that one slide."

#fxf #loonatheworld #loona choi yerim #loona chuu #loona gowon #loona haseul #loona heejin #loona hyunjin #loona jinsoul #loona kim lip #loona olivia hye #loona vivi #loona yeojin #loona yves #loona #loona reactions #female reader #loona x fem reader

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joylvetie · 2 years

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Loona

Haseul

nothing yet

Vivi / Gaahei

nothing yet

Yves / Sooyoung

nothing yet

JinSoul

nothing yet

Kim Lip / Jungeun

nothing yet

Chuu / Jiwoo

nothing yet

Heejin

nothing yet

Hyujin

nothing yet

Gowon / Chaewon

nothing yet

Choerry/ Yerim

Sisters Bestfriend

OliviaHye / Hyeju

noting yet

Yeojin

noting yet

Role play

nothing

Head-cannons

nothing

#loona #yeojin #olivia hye #choerry #gowon #hyujin #heejin #chuu #kim lip #jinsoul #yves #vivi #haseul #x reader #fem!reader #hyejusdiary

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hongism · 3 years

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WHITE CHRISTMAS : J.WOOYOUNG 18+

» j.wooyoung x fem!reader » fluff, slight angst, smut, 18+ dni if minor » language, explicit smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding/impregnation kink, fingering, marking, body worship, praise, begging, dirty (absolutely filthy) talk, petnames used (angel, baby, darling), wet dreams, pseudo-handjob?, slight humiliation kink if you squint, grinding/dry humping, masturbation, edging, p*ssy slapping (he does it exactly three times), multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, messy sex, oh they’re painfully in love and painfully unaware of it » part of the 12 days of christmas collab with @uhmingi and @choijjongho!! » wc 11.0k (._.) » summary - in a week of babysitting two children together just before christmas, you think love might have slipped its way in, among other things.

“have you thought at all about what you might want to do for christmas?” you ask, stepping over the threshold of the door to greet your friend inside. said man reaches up to scratch the back of his neck upon hearing your question — a telltale sign that he completely forgot about the matter — and the sheepish grin wooyoung flashes right after only confirms those suspicions. “woo! this is the fourth time i’ve reminded you!”

“i know, i know!” he protests, dodging your poorly aimed swipe at his shoulder. a huff passes through your lips, and all you can do is shake your head back at him before stepping fully into his neatly decorated home. “in my defense, i’ve been busy with babysitting these days. hongjoong and seonghwa aren’t supposed to be back for another four days, and the youngest is a fucking menace.”

as though on cue, a shrill screech echoes through the entryway. the sound of loud thumping footsteps quickly follows, then a thud and oof of air escaping the small child. it only takes three seconds for the crying to start. maybe you will have a little mercy on your best friend after all. that scream-cry hybrid is far from charming and you can feel an impending headache just from standing in the hall.

“haseul! i told you not to run in the house without shoes on! socks are slippery!” wooyoung turns to rush for the crying child, mirroring your sympathetic and strained grin with a sigh of his own.

you don’t bother watching him attempt to soothe the child; instead, you slip your shoes off beside the door and step further into the house. your goal is to make it to the kitchen without any interruptions, intent on snitching a few snacks out of wooyoung’s well-stocked fridge while he’s distracted because that’s just part of best friend privileges. that’s your intent, but the second you reach the archway into said room, another miniature demon appears out of nowhere to scare the living daylights out of you. the elder of seonghwa and hongjoong’s two menaces, the one who takes after hongjoong so much so that it’s mildly terrifying. now, the eight-year-old stands before you and blocks your way into the kitchen just to stare at you.

“haha, h-hi – hi there, eunjoo,” you stutter out through a thin-lipped smile.

“hong daddy said not to talk to strangers,” she echoes back.

“we’ve known each other for five years, eunjoo!”

“hong daddy said you’re a stranger.”

“oh my god, of course he did,” you scoff under your breath. the girl before you must catch that because she narrows her glare a little but you pay her no mind and simply try to slip around her to get into the kitchen. she lets you past without issue, although you almost feel an impending sense of doom looming behind you as she follows you.

“this isn’t your house. this is uncle woo’s house. why are you always in his house?”

“we’re best friends, eunjoo! just like you and haseul are!”

“haseul isn’t my friend. she’s my sister. i’m forced to be nice to her because hwa daddy said so.”

“hah, you kids… say the darndest things sometimes,” you grit out. you’re fairly certain that if hongjoong told her to, she could possibly break your arm and push you down the stairs, which is quite a terrifying thing to imagine. maybe it’s time to get hongjoong one of those new coffee makers he likes for his home studio… just to appease him and hold off his little demon a bit longer. “anyway, uncle woo and i are best friends. that’s why i always come over.”

“does he go to your house too? do you have a house?”

“i — what does hongjoong tell you?!”

“okay, okay, i think i put haseul down. she’s sleeping at least. no more tears or screaming — oh, hi eunjoo. i didn’t know you were in here.” wooyoung stops dead in his tracks when the little girl reels on him. she simply breaks into a wide smile and giggles like a maniac upon seeing him, rushing forward to wrap her arms around his legs.

“uncle woo! can i watch toothless again? i miss hwa daddy, and he told me to watch it when i miss him!” bright eyes blink up at wooyoung, and unlike you, he seems weak to the stare because he huffs out a tired sigh and wipes a hand down his face.

“yes, yes, eunjoo, go ahead. you know where the tv is.”

eunjoo skips off with a laugh of success, nearly tripping over the lip in the threshold as she passes into the living room. you’re fairly certain wooyoung’s life flashes before his eyes when she stumbles. the color doesn’t return to his face until she’s safely escaped the kitchen and settled on the couch.

“hongjoong and seonghwa owe me extra for this, i swear to god.”

“she interrogated me! asked if i even have a house! she’s been in my house, woo!”

wooyoung stifles a laugh at that, only adding to your current offense. the urge to hit him returns, but you push it down by crossing your arms over your chest. as seonghwa would say, “hitting people in the presence of my children is a bad example”, and honestly an angry seonghwa is far more terrifying than a passive-aggressive hongjoong. (wooyoung still brings up the time when seonghwa grabbed him in a chokehold until he passed out for trying to cheat in mario kart).

“i think i offended hongjoong in a past life or something and his daughter is a poltergeist sent to torture me.”

“i think we watched too much x files at the last sleepover,” wooyoung counters, stepping forward to slip onto one of the bar stools. you settle down next to him with no snack in hand despite your earlier intention to steal some of his food. the silence that drapes over the two of you is nothing uncomfortable — with eunjoo’s movie settling in as background noise alongside the low rumble of the freezer, you two simply bask in each other’s presence while the silence lasts because wooyoung seems to need that peace of mind while it lasts. at least while haseul and eunjoo are distracted and settled.

“alright, what’s the real reason you called me over?” you ask after a few minutes have passed and wooyoung pulls himself together some.

“please save me from these children, y/n, i can’t do it alone.”

“oh, you trickster!”

“they’re evil, y/n, you can’t leave me alone in this house with them!” he hisses back, quiet enough to keep eunjoo from overhearing.

“you tricked me into coming over then trapped me here with you. to take care of children! is that any way to treat your best friend?”

“please, i asked yeosang but seonghwa has some unnatural ability to overhear my phone calls and he called to say that yeosang can’t watch them with me because he’s ‘incapable of using a shower without breaking it and thus cannot watch over children’.”

“did he break another shower?” you interrupt, effectively cutting wooyoung’s train of thought short.

“what? no, that’s beside the point, y/n. i’m asking for a favor! just a few days of helping me out! it’s barely a week, and you’ve got spare clothes and stuff here from our sleepover nights.”

“children, wooyoung. do i look like i know how to take care of children? there’s a reason why i’m not on hongjoong and seonghwa’s list for babysitting duties!”

“they trust you as much as they trust me, and you know that’s a fact,” wooyoung retorts. he pulls himself up to sit straight on his stool. the pleading gleam in his eyes is almost enough to break you. “please? as a christmas gift?”

only jung motherfucking wooyoung would go for such a low blow.

“you’re playing dirty, wooyoung.” you lift a finger and point it directly at his face. it’s the nail in the coffin though, and you can’t say no to that even if you really tried. “fine, but if one of them vomits on me, then that’s it.”

“have i ever told you how much i love you?” wooyoung clasps his hands together over his chest, smile splitting his face practically in two, and you can’t deny how much you adore seeing that smile grace his lips.

“not enough times.”

“i’ll say it every damn day this week for you, i promise.” wooyoung reaches out and clasps a hand over your forearm. “i can wake you up with kisses and everything for the full effect.”

“let’s not go that far, i don’t know where your lips have been.”

↢ ♡ ↣

in theory, moving into wooyoung’s home for a week to help babysit is a very good idea. the two of you have a solid friendship and you’re used to spending the night at each other’s houses when doing the bare minimum. so to take care of kids while spending time together should really be no different than your usually scheduled hangouts.

the thing you did not take into consideration was how much fucking work kids are. you have been at wooyoung’s for a grand total of seven hours and you already want to put your head through a wall. haseul cried for an hour when she woke up because she didn’t want the oatmeal that wooyoung made for her, then she cried an hour later because she left her teddy bear back at home. thus, wooyoung did the smart thing and make a quick drive to go get it, but in turn he left you with the two demon children. and in the forty-five minutes he was away, haseul managed to spill a cup of yogurt down the front of the dishwasher, eunjoo stubbed her toe on a door frame, and you nearly put tin foil in the microwave because you were so distracted by the chaos around you.

“it could have been worse,” wooyoung mutters as he crashes down beside you on the couch.

“worse?” you hiss, trying not to disturb the child who is now sleeping against your chest. haseul mumbles something in her sleep, then tucks her face further into your neck without waking up. you count that as a win. “where’s eunjoo?”

“um… i thought she was with you?”

“how did you lose an entire eight-year-old?”

“i was cooking dinner! shit, i bet she snuck in the kitchen to steal a nugget.” just as quick as he sat down, wooyoung is back on his feet a moment later, bolting around the couch to dash back into the kitchen without another word. if he wants to call boxed mac and cheese with a side of dinosaur chicken nuggets ‘cooking’, you’ll let him believe it if it means happy (and quiet) children.

you heave a deep sigh to prepare yourself for the inevitable chaos before pushing up to your feet and following wooyoung’s path into the kitchen. haseul latches her little legs further around your hips to keep steady as you move. you simply let her for the time being because it means no tears, and no tears means no sobbing.

as wooyoung predicted, eunjoo is stood in the kitchen, now at the man’s side by the stove.

“you two look like a married couple,” she states, far too loudly for your liking.

“excuse — eunjoo, your sister is still napping! please keep it down,” you hiss back under your breath. you go so far as to cover one of haseul’s ears in the hopes that it will keep her from waking up.

“married, huh?” wooyoung snorts over the pot of mac and cheese, then throws his head back in a silent laugh. “i guess you could say that.”

“where’s my ring then, jung wooyoung?” you huff in response.

“hm, maybe i’m just looking or the perfect one. you ever think of that?”

“taking your sweet time with it then!” you say over your shoulder, heading over to the dining table once you see wooyoung pull his pot off the stove.

“watch out, sweetie, pot’s really hot, yeah?”

“uncle woo, when did you two get married? i don’t remember ever going to a wedding with daddy.”

eunjoo is nothing if not persistent when she gets her mind set on something. you set haseul down in one of the chairs — the one with the booster seat of course — then comb her hair back out of her face as her eyes peel open.

“it’s dinner time, haseul. are you hungry?” a hopeful smile plasters itself across your lips, one that silently begs for no post-naptime tears. wide eyes blink from you to the table then over to the kitchen where wooyoung and eunjoo are. her lower lip wobbles ever so slightly. “uncle woo made mac and cheese!” you blurt in a desperate attempt to keep the tears from falling.

wooyoung — ever the savior — comes in at that moment with a plate full of food to set on the table, along with the steaming pot of mac and cheese in the other hand.

“that i did! and dino nuggets! hong daddy said those are your favorite, seulie, are you hungry?” he announces, setting the plate down at the center of the table. you stand up with a sigh.

“here, give me the pot, i’ll serve some bowls in the kitchen.”

“it’s hot, i’ll take care of it.”

“at least let me do something!”

“can’t i take care of you too?”

you pause where you are, halfway to the kitchen where all the silverware and dishes are with wooyoung at your back and a steaming pot of mac and cheese between your bodies. you aren’t sure why but something about that simple question along with the whine to his tone makes your heart clench tight in your chest.

“hwa daddy says that cooking is a love language!” eunjoo pronounces from beside her sister at the dinner table. wooyoung’s eyes remain on you, lingering and pleading with a touch of pink dusting the balls of his cheeks.

with a defeated nod, you step to the side to let wooyoung move past you and go further into the kitchen before you yourself go sit back down with the children. when you settle back in the hardwood chair, you take a moment to look over the counter to where wooyoung is now pulling out bowls and a spatula.

love isn’t a foreign concept to you and wooyoung. you can’t count on two hands the number of times you two have shared little platonic love confessions that border on perhaps being something more than that, but neither of you have acted on anything either. there’s a mutual understanding of some sort, one that no one has ever labelled or tried to label, and through it all you know that wooyoung loves you. it’s just a matter of deciphering what kind of love that specifically is. you don’t particularly feel a pull to do that yourself, nor has wooyoung made any sort of attempt to do the same either, so it’s safe to assume that he is as comfortable as you are with the way things currently are.

in rare moments like these, you find yourself really wondering where the line of friendship ends, and how far you are stepping into lesser-known waters that don’t feel as safe or familiar.

“mhm, there are lots of love languages, eunjoo!” wooyoung says as he scoops food into the bowls. it effectively breaks the terse silence that you weren’t paying all too much attention to. “mine is making sure people are taken care of. acts of service. that’s the kind i like giving out. it can be different for everyone, but most people like giving a certain love language and receiving another.”

“what does that mean?” eunjoo asks, wide and innocent eyes round as saucers as she strains to look over to where wooyoung stands.

“hm, it means — ah, help me out, y/n?”

“it means that people have different ways of feeling love versus making sure other people feel their love. like wooyoung said, for him, he makes sure people feel his love when he is taking care of them.”

“then how do you make him feel loved, auntie?”

“quality time.”

the words don’t come from you, and you hardly register how quick wooyoung is to speak.

“all she has to do is spend time with me to make me feel loved.” wooyoung glances over at you, pot still in hand with the spatula threatening to drip mac and cheese all over the counter, but he simply smiles at you from where he stands. it’s a fond grin, one that’s full of warmth and affection as always even if his teeth aren’t showing.

the statement is twofold though; you’re smart enough to realize that much.

“please? as a christmas gift?”

frankly, when it comes to jung wooyoung, you might have been doomed from the start.

↢ ♡ ↣

“god, where did eunjoo go? did we lose her already?”

“i’m here, i’m here!”

you spin on your heel to see the child hobbling over on her skates, pushed up onto her toes as she approaches the rest of the group near the barricade. if it were up to you (which it isn’t, clearly), the four of you would still be at home trying to be calm and relaxed rather than doing something as dangerous as ice skating. if hongjoong knew, he’d surely skin both you and wooyoung alive.

“are you sure you can go off on your own? maybe you should stick with wooyoung instead,” you say, clinging to haseul’s hand a little tighter as wooyoung finishes securing her laces and straps. his response comes in a huff and a snort, sidling over to your feet next to do the same with your skates.

“you know i take classes, right auntie? and hwa daddy teaches me?”

“right, yes, well, not all of us can have fathers who are former figure skaters, eunjoo. thank you for reminding me!”

“you’re nervous,” wooyoung mutters. his fingers close around your ankle, pulling it closer to his body as he tightens the laces a bit more.

“i’m nervous that we are going to have to call hongjoong and seonghwa to inform them that we are going to the emergency room with one of their children!”

“i think you’re more nervous about falling yourself.”

you’re of half a mind to kick a foot out at wooyoung, but that would send the blade of your skate right into his crotch, and fortunately for him you aren’t keen on taking away his ability to have children of his own.

“uncle woo will hold your hand, auntie!” haseul says with a little tug of her own to your fingers. “he won’t let you fall!”

“exactly!” wooyoung grins up at you from between your legs. it’s hardly appropriate for your mind to go the direction it does when there are children flanking you on every side. the slight tilt of his chin to the side, then the pull of a smirk on one corner of his lips and a dangerous glint in his eye that screams ‘i am about to make you regret our friendship’. “all you have to do is ask.”

“i’d sooner want you to roleplay as santa, you oaf.” you huff and look away from wooyoung’s cocky expression to stare back out over the rink.

“hey, i heard yunho tried that once and fucking loved it, okay? don’t knock it until you try it.”

“we are not trying that!”

“bad word, uncle woo! hwa daddy said that’s a bad word!”

“sorry! when we get back, you both can tackle me and put me in time out!” wooyoung yelps as eunjoo comes up behind him to deliver a sharp slap to the back of his skull. she follows it up with a tug to his earlobe, right over the stack of helix piercings that he has there, and in that moment, you see that stark resemblance she shares with hongjoong. terrifying, but in a small package. “alright, alright, that’s enough, what would hwa say?”

“can i go out on the ice now?” eunjoo whines back, ignoring wooyoung’s words as the impatience wins over.

“yeah, go ahead, hun. remember to watch out for other people when you’re going in though!” wooyoung returns his focus to your skates, and you’re left to watch the child hobble over to the lip of the rink to make sure she doesn’t faceplant immediately. “there, and you are good to go as well, y/n.” wooyoung leans back with a content sigh and beams up at you. “ready to go?”

“no.”

“not with that attitude you’re not. up, up! let’s get going!” your friend hauls himself to his feet using you as leverage, large hands coming down on your thighs and gripping the flesh tight as he pushes up. you really really try not to think too hard about it — not the way his hands slot over your thighs with enough force to push them apart or the way he grunts as he does so, because you truly can’t be thinking about that right now. you blame the adrenaline pumping through your veins already and the slight anxiety about getting on the ice, because all your nerve endings are fried and fragile at this moment. “you don’t have to ask, by the way. i’ll keep you up, okay?”

“promise?” you murmur, extending your unoccupied hand towards the man when he stretches to his full height. he slots his palm over yours and slips his fingers between yours.

“promise.” he must see the last strands of trepidation in your features because next thing you know, he’s leaning down into your space where you’re seated on the wobbly bench and pressing his lips to your forehead, right underneath the thick headband you snatched from him earlier this morning. “are you really gonna let an eight-year-old show you up out there?”

“she’s been trained by a professional!”

wooyoung laughs, the kind of laugh that makes his head tip back and exposes the pretty line of his throat, and the sound echoes a little in your ears even after it stops ringing in the air.

somewhere, your mind has the reason to think ah, i’m so fucked before your friend is pulling you and haseul over to the edge of the rink with an embarrassingly loud shout of eunjoo’s name.

“excuse me, dear.”

you shift to look back over your shoulder when the voice reaches your ears, pausing your own hesitant tiptoes at the lip of the rink just before wooyoung can pull you in. he stops when you do and turns as well, no doubt in search of the reason why you’ve stopped so suddenly.

“yes sir?”

it’s an elderly man who stands before you now, one who thankfully doesn’t have any skates on or anything, but he reaches out with a mittened hand to touch your arm.

“i don’t mean to intrude, i just wanted to tell you that you have such adorable children, and a beautiful family.”

“oh, we’re not — we’re just—”

“heh, thank you, sir! she did all the heavy lifting though, if you know what i mean!”

“wooyou—”

“but i’m sure you know how modest women can be, sir.”

“i most certainly do, that’s very true. i hope you can stay together for a very long time. my first wife and i didn’t make it past the four-year mark, but i’ve been married to my second for almost sixty-five years now.”

“i already told her that she’s stuck with me for at least fifty, but i guess now we’ll have to make sixty-five the goal, yeah?” wooyoung casts a wink your way, then swings your joint hands into your hip, nearly knocking you off-balance completely. he’s quick to steady you with the same hand though, and his eyes linger on you the whole time despite speaking to the man beside you. his stare is expectant like he wants you to respond as well, and even though your heart is clenching a little too tight in your chest, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the lie now.

“you’re stuck with me well past then, darling. rest of your life, remember?”

wooyoung sinks his teeth into his lower lip — a poor attempt to bite back his far too elated grin.

“always and forever,” he says quietly like the words are only for your eyes and not for anyone else in the large room.

you don’t voice it out loud, but internally you echo the confession with one of your own, watching the twinkling christmas lights reflect off wooyoung’s irises as he bids the old man farewell and tugs you onto the ice with haseul in tow.

↢ ♡ ↣

days one, two, and three of babysitting the two devil children were simple enough — your horrific experience at the ice skating rink where you did end up falling a grand total of six times while wooyoung laughed at you aside — and they were all days spent wholly in wooyoung’s presence. including at night after you put the children to bed, when you curled up in wooyoung’s bed with him on the other side laid out on his stomach and already drooling into the sheets. you didn’t expect there to be any issues with the arrangement seeing as this is something you have done with wooyoung hundreds of times in the past, and sharing a bed is easier than sleeping on an uncomfortable couch.

day four reminds you that jung wooyoung is, in fact, a man and does, in fact, have a dick in the most unfortunate way.

aka you wake up with his boner pressed firmly into your asscrack as he spoons you and snores right into your ear. the thought of suffocating him with his own pillow is present, and that argument almost wins you over completely when he starts smacking his lips next to your ear as well.

“get your dick off my ass, woo,” you mumble, reaching around your bodies to smack the side of his hip as hard as you can manage with the covers in the way. it earns you no response though, so your next move is to scoot further away from him as best you can. it would work too if not for the way he’s clutching your waist like his life depends on it, fingers nearly digging into your skin. your attempts to pull out of his grasp serve further distress, because your luck is nothing less than dogshit, and wooyoung tugs you closer to his body. obnoxiously hard dick digs further into your ass, and you are praying to every god out there for some sort of mental strength as you fight to think about anything else.

not your best friend’s dick rubbing against your ass.

not the size of said dick.

and most certainly not the feeling of his dick pressing your panties into your skin so hard that it’s giving you a wedgie.

if you didn’t know better, you’d say that he’s actively trying to push the material further.

“fuck,” you exhale into the pillow. you squeeze your eyes shut as tight as possible, sending a silent prayer up to the heavens that this doesn’t escalate further past this.

but again, your luck? nonexistent, of course, so when wooyoung rolls his hips against your ass in a way that’s far too sexual in nature, you can’t really say you’re too surprised.

“wooyoung,” you whisper a little louder like you’re trying to wake him up for real, but you can’t force your voice to go any higher than that. he rocks up against you again, harder this time, and a startled moan slips from your lips as you can no longer ignore the imprint of his cock rolling over your body.

“y/n…”

sirens go off with alarming haste as your name tumbles from his lips in response, and you go completely still in his grasp, hand clasped over your quivering lips like it will cover the sound that already came out.

what follows next is a quiet exhale, then a breathy whine as wooyoung’s hips return to their irregular rhythm behind you.

“oh my god,” you hiss through your teeth, hand still over your mouth in sheer shock at the situation that’s unfolding out of your control.

there’s a split-second decision where you deeply consider this: the choice between letting wooyoung get off on you while he’s sleeping or waking him up to tell him to go take care of his issue in the bathroom. you can’t say you’re all too proud of your choice, and the excuse that you’re simply too hazy with sleep to have clear coherent thoughts feels lip a cop-out as well.

in reality, you’re perfectly coherent when you reach around your hip to push the palm of your hand between your ass and the imprint of wooyoung’s cock that is currently straining against the only fabric separating your bare skin from touching his, a cheap old pair of underwear that he wears to sleep with nothing else on his body. it’s an uncomfortable angle at best, with how your shoulder is twisting to adjust to the stretch, but you manage to settle enough to keep wooyoung from giving you a worse wedgie than he already has given you. wooyoung’s hips keep grinding up against the surface you’ve provided like it’s nothing different from your ass.

it would help if he didn’t rock into you with enough force to make your whole body move in rhythm with his, and no matter how hard you try to squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the pressure building on your clit, nothing works. a shameful whimper makes its way out of your mouth.

“y/n,” wooyoung exhales again, breath hot on your ear as he speaks, and you suck your lips between your teeth to bite back the sound that threatens to follow. “y/n, y/n, f-fuck, you feel so good.” this night and this man combined are going to cost you all sorts of sanity, but it might already be a lost cause given how you shift the hand over your mouth lower, dipping past your shirt and slipping under the band of your underwear as wooyoung fucks the palm of your hand in a crude mimicry of the real thing. all you have to do is press the pad of your middle finger over your clit to get the stimulation you crave so desperately; the rhythm of wooyoung’s thrusts offer enough momentum to knock your finger over your most sensitive part like he’s fucking you for real, although you desperately try to not think too deeply about that even with the man moaning your own name down your neck all the while.

your arousal is humiliating enough, but to get off in such a simple and debase way is almost more embarrassing. wooyoung’s hand squeezes tighter at your stomach, latching onto your form however he can as he grinds down into your palm harder than before. the hitch in his breathy whines hints at how close he is to cumming, and there’s a pleasant thrill of warmth in your limbs that indicates you aren’t far behind. you tuck your chin to your chest as the high hits, a rush of pleasure that shakes you to your core that continues to roll over you as wooyoung pushes himself to his own orgasm. he cums quietly alongside you and pants into your neck without a care in the world. for a moment, there’s a startling realization that he’s breathing far too hard to still be asleep, but you don’t say anything out of fear — fear of ruining this stagnant moment of adrenaline and lust — so when his hips settle and his cock stops twitching against the palm of your hand, you slip back into your previous resting position with that same hand laid flat on the bed.

the thought of what the fuck just happened keeps you awake for several hours after, though.

you always knew that you loved wooyoung, that was never a question in your mind.

the matter of how much you want him is a new and daunting dilemma.

↢ ♡ ↣

when morning finally comes, a blessed and wonderful reprieve from the night before, you blink your eyes open to welcome the bits of morning sun creeping through the curtains. along with a marginally more horrifying sight of a small body silhouetted against those same curtains right next to the bed.

“jesus christ!”

wooyoung startles awake as you jolt further into his chest, and the haphazard movement also has your elbow careening into his cheekbone.

“ow, what the fuck!”

“i want waffles.”

“eunjoo—” you start, only to be cut short by a loud yawn coming from wooyoung’s side of the bed. his arm comes back to your waist under the covers, then you feel his nose pressing into your neck.

“we can get waffles tomorrow, joo,” he mumbles. the vibrations of his low, gravelly morning tone against your heated skin have you shivering under his touch, and the hand that is stretching across the bare skin of your stomach isn’t helping in the slightest. “let mommy and daddy rest a bit longer.”

your blood runs cold in your veins at those words. it’s a slip of the tongue surely and wooyoung can’t have possibly meant it any other way aside from teasing or joking, especially since eunjoo is not your child.

“my daddies would take me to get waffles!” eunjoo protests, little arms coming up to fold over her chest.

“sorry, sorry, auntie and uncle, baby, let auntie and uncle woo rest a bit longer,” wooyoung continues though the words are hard to decipher thanks to the slur to his tone.

“hmph, fine! i’m gonna rewatch toothless again while i’m waiting though!”

“alright, honey, go ahead.”

you watch the girl race out of the room with a giggle leaving her lips, and you think for a moment that your heart is running the same race given how quickly it’s beating inside your chest. and part of you wonders whether wooyoung can feel your pulse with how his face is pressed into your neck, but he says nothing of it so you imagine you’re safe for now.

“mommy and daddy?” you echo minutes after eunjoo has left the room. wooyoung is so quiet that you think he’s fallen back asleep on top of you.

“shut up,” he says at last, following the words up with a huffed sigh into your clavicle. “woke up thinkin’ my dream was real.”

“you dry hump my ass in the middle of the night then dream about us having kids?”

you are so tempted to ask that question out loud but you aren’t even one hundred percent sure that wooyoung remembers you doing that last night, and if he does, then he’s certainly doing a good job at pretending like he doesn’t. he can surely feel the dried cum in his underwear regardless.

“we should take them to waffle house.”

“should we?” wooyoung sighs. he finally moves though, pushing up on his elbow, and you roll onto your back to get a better look at him. the few rays of sun peeking through the curtains hit his tanned, golden skin. you stare perhaps a little too long at him — from the messy bedhead to the pretty mole under his eye to the one on the side of his lip — and you don’t think twice before bringing a hand to his face, thumb tracing over his lower lip and caressing that spot with so much fondness that it’s hard to say anything is just platonic with wooyoung.

you catch yourself moments later, but the impact of it is already hanging heavy in the air as wooyoung’s lips are parted with an expression of slight wonder. you pull your hand back, clearing your throat to disrupt the tension you’ve created, and wooyoung snaps his jaw shut so quickly that you can hear the click of his teeth knocking into each other.

“we should, yeah. hongjoong and seonghwa are supposed to come back tomorrow.”

“right. yeah.”

there’s an unspoken statement there — that although neither of you need a reason to be in each other’s presence like this, you won’t have much of an excuse after tomorrow when the kids’ parents come to pick them up.

merry fucking christmas.

on the bright side, both children are pleasantly on their absolute best behavior as soon as waffle house is mentioned, so herding them into wooyoung’s car after quick showers is easier than ever. if either of them notices that you and wooyoung aren’t being as cheery as usual, they don’t say anything, too enamored with the idea of waffles to pinpoint the source of the unhappy rain clouds over your heads. it’s almost amusing how that unhappiness only dissipates when the waitress comments on how cute “your kids” are.

“ah, they aren’t ours,” you correct, too tired to let the lie linger like it did the other day with that man at the skating rink. “we’re just babysitting for some friends.”

wooyoung’s arm wraps around your shoulders, and he doesn’t stop until he’s got your bicep clenched between his fingers.

“my wife here isn’t quite ready for kids,” he says through a broad smile. it delights haseul at least, who squeals and giggles at the display without knowing it’s for show. the waitress, as well, grins back and claps her hand against the pot of coffee in her other hand.

“you’ll be ready before you know it.”

and with that, she leaves your table after filling wooyoung’s mug once more. the childish banter resumes between eunjoo and haseul. you go back to picking apart your waffles with little enthusiasm.

wooyoung keeps his hand firmly in place, clinging to your arm like he’s afraid you’ll leave if he lets go. you desperately want to tell him that you won’t do that, you won’t ever leave if he doesn’t want you to, and you don’t have to leave tomorrow even if the kids do.

↢ ♡ ↣

the morning of what you’ve deemed to be your day of reckoning, it’s not wooyoung or a child who wakes you up, but instead the sharp and shrill ring of wooyoung’s phone on the bedside table.

you bury your face further into the pillow in an attempt to drown the noise out as the familiar warmth of wooyoung’s arm around your waist disappears. he groans and whines, slinging a string of curses into the air under his breath, but rolls over to grab the phone from its place anyway.

“fuck, it’s joong. y/n, can you answer? i don’t wanna hear his voice this early.”

you let out a huff only to flip onto your back and snatch the phone from wooyoung’s grasp with a drowsy side-eye that he promptly ignores in favor of burying his face into your stomach.

“good morning,” you mumble. a rush of shivers trails down your spine as wooyoung clings to your waist, large hands wrapping tight around your body. hot breath seeps through the fabric of your shirt to touch your skin.

“y/n? you’re not — why the fuck are you answering wooyoung’s phone?”

“geez, good morning to you too, joong.”

“are you two fucking in the same house as our children?!”

“hongjoong, oh my god!” you’re thinking the same words, but it’s actually seonghwa’s tone that brings them to life, somewhere in the background on hongjoong’s side of things.

“we’re not, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“ignore him!” seonghwa’s voice comes louder this time, and you hear a small fuss resound as the pair begin to bicker. your free hand moves down to comb through wooyoung’s messy hair without much thought, pressing it out of his line of sight only to find that he has his eyes shut again already. “hi, y/n, i’m glad to know that our kids are in safe hands.”

“hi, seonghwa. everyone is all in one piece, don’t worry.”

“really really relieved to hear that. and hongjoong is too, despite him acting otherwise.”

wooyoung must not be as asleep as you thought because he cracks a smile at that comment, lips twisting against your shirt.

“anywho, we’re on our way back right now. flight leaves in fifteen minutes — fifteen, kim hongjoong, so hurry up and pee beforehand — we should be back early afternoon. i’ll text as soon as we land, then when we leave the airport.”

“okay, sounds good. kids are still asleep for now. woo is about to get up and make them breakfast though.” wooyoung cracks one eye open to glare in your general vicinity but makes absolutely no effort to shift from his current position. “have a safe flight!”

“we will if i can get my husband on the plane in time. i swear to god, if you make us miss another flight, i’m filing for divorce!”

hongjoong says something in response to that, but it’s too muffled and quiet for you to hear, and the line goes dead seconds later so you don’t worry too much about it. instead, you toss the phone back to the bed and settle back against your pillow with eyes trained on the ceiling fan above your head.

“good morning,” wooyoung says after a few moments of silence.

“good morning,” you whisper back, glancing down at his face to find his gaze already on you. “can i help you?”

he smiles again but only one side of his face moves as the other half is still firmly squished against your body.

“don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

“cheeky.” you roll your head to the side to stare at the window. apparently, that’s not all wooyoung wants from you though — just a moment of your attention isn’t nearly enough for him because he exhales loudly and pushes himself up enough to press up into your personal space even more than before.

“don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” he asks, voice quiet in a way that sounds fragile and delicate. it’s not a tone you’ve heard from him before, and it’s far too serious for you to brush it off as another cheeky comment meant to tease you. “what am i supposed to do, y/n?”

“what?”

“what am i supposed to do — seeing you in my bed every morning, waking up with you in my arms, spending almost all of our time together for five days straight, with children who aren’t ours, i know that. i know they aren’t our kids but fuck, it sure felt like it this past week, didn’t it?” wooyoung sits back on his heels, extending the space between your bodies in favor of running a hand through his hair. “how am i supposed to just go back to normal like we didn’t play husband and wife?”

“woo…”

“we always play, don’t we? like a couple, like we’re together because being best friends isn’t enough to label what we really are. and i always thought that was fine and okay, that i wouldn’t need anything more than that because you didn’t. but how am i supposed to go back to that cat and mouse game after having you like this?” wooyoung motions between your bodies like it’ll do any good explaining what he really means, but you think you have a decent enough understanding. he looks more frustrated than anything else in this moment, and that’s an expression that lasts even as he slides off the mattress and grabs his clothes from the dresser. “i guess what i’m saying is… i don’t feel like playing anymore, y/n. if that’s what you want, then okay. i get it, and i’ll get over it. i’m fine with being your best friend, but i hope you know that’s not all i want. and i hope you know that calling you that isn’t nearly enough to describe what i feel for you.”

“what is it you want then?” you inquire, eyes watching the muscles in his back as he walks to the bathroom. he pauses to look over at where you’re still planted on the bed.

“i was dead serious about getting you that ring, y/n. at this point, i don’t think there’s anyone else for me out there except for you.”

his words ring in your ears long after the door to the bathroom falls shut behind him.

it’s a concept that you’ve discussed in passing, mostly as jokes and mostly when you’re both drunk off your asses and alone. “what if we got married?” because who else would you marry if not jung wooyoung? in the years that you’ve known him, it’s always been him in the back of your mind, the concept of a soulmate so overdone and faint that you refuse to label it as such, but sometimes — sometimes when you hear his bright laugh that never fails to make your heart clench in your chest, you really wonder how far out the idea of soulmates is. and if it’s not that, then it’s simply love, pure and unadulterated love that you never want to lose but are too afraid to ruin.

just saying “i love you” has never been enough to encapsulate the full range of your feelings for jung wooyoung though, and you’ve always known that he felt the same way. it’s the idea of changing something that’s so fundamentally ingrained in your beings that’s startling, and a horrid anticipation of fear boils in your gut every time you consider it. sure you can picture this future with wooyoung, one where you’re married, you’re his wife and he’s your husband, and you’re together with that materialistic label for other people to gawk at, but the hints of doubt that scream “what if this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back!” are all too present.

for now, you pull yourself out of bed and trudge downstairs with a new weight on your shoulders that you can’t shake easily.

↢ ♡ ↣

“bye haseul, bye eunjoo! have a safe drive home!”

“you too!” a slap resounds.

“you too!? are you an idiot now, kim hongjoong!?”

“daddy, no hitting!”

“should’ve left you in osaka by yourself — shh, shh, no haseul, honey, it’s okay, daddy isn’t really mad, okay? hwa daddy loves hong daddy very much, yes. i would never leave him anywhere, pinky promise.”

wooyoung snaps the door shut behind the family, eyes wide but a clear grin stretching his lips that threatens to turn into laughter.

“yeah, sounds like they had a nice, relaxing vacation together,” he says as seonghwa’s voice fades into nothing through the door.

“maybe they should consider a vacation from each other next time.”

wooyoung snorts at your comment, not bothering to mask the sound any longer now that seonghwa and hongjoong are out of sight and out of mind. the silence that follows is empty, emptier than any that you’ve had in the past five days, and it lets reality sink in without fail this time.

“did you need a ride back to your place or…?”

“my car is in the driveway, remember?” you offer weakly, only halfway unable to look up at him.

“o-oh, yeah it is, um, forgot.” wooyoung presses his lips into a thin line. “need me to walk you out?”

you shake your head without saying a word.

“cool, then i guess i’ll see you at the christmas party friday? you gonna be there?”

“wooyoung,” you say, not intending to sound so exasperated but it comes out that way regardless. “you can kiss me, you know. on the lips? i’ve kinda been waiting the better part of four years for you to finally grow a pair and do it properly.”

“i — hey, you’re no better! could’ve kissed me at any point in time and i wouldn’t have complained!”

“and i would have, i really would have, woo, i promise, i just—”

“didn’t wanna ruin what was already there?”

“took the words right out of my mouth.”

“only one person knows you better than you know yourself,” he murmurs, and again the fondness creeps into his tone without any filter.

“yeah, kim hongjoong. he knows me exceptionally well, it’s almost terrifying!”

“hey!? you were supposed to say my name, what the hell is up with that?” wooyoung lunges forward as you giggle, and your attempts to duck out of his grasp are completely fruitless once he gets his hands around your waist.

“do you love me?” you ask rather than answering his question, twisting around in his arms so that you can lay your palms flat against his chest. his expression switches to shocked in a split second, but once your inquiry processes, his face softens again. there’s a sheen to his eyes that looks fairly similar to tears when he leans forward and knocks his forehead against yours.

“always and forever.”

“and do you know how long i’ll love you in return?”

“shut up,” wooyoung mumbles, blinking furiously as you move your hands up to cradle his face.

“do you know?”

“always and forever,” he whispers against your lips, and you smile into the contact.

“you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break.”

it’s permission in its purest form, both for what you’re hoping this leads to right in this very moment and also the future you want him to hold in his hands.

“don’t say things like that, y/n, i can’t help myself if you do,” wooyoung whines. he presses his nose further into your cheek, smile splitting his face as he lays a series of kisses to the corner of your mouth. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you, wife.”

“counting on it,” you sigh. he doesn’t make a show out of it at all; just hooks his hands around the backs of your thighs and hoists you up on his waist. you could complain about the way he’s taking you to that dingy old couch rather than his bedroom, but for now the couch feels right. good enough because where he takes you isn’t all that important when you’ve got the unspoken promise that this will happen again and again and again, probably on every surface of his house as well as yours.

“never wanted to fuck you more than i do right now, fuck.” the admission comes out through gritted teeth as wooyoung drops you to the couch cushions without preamble, and a silly little thrill is rushing through you when he moves to slot his body overtop yours.

“kiss me please?”

his answer comes in the form of that — a sweet, chaste kiss that’s just lips at first, one that’s long overdue in its meaning, but it doesn’t linger like that for long once wooyoung’s tongue starts prodding at the seam of your mouth. you grant him access as your hands are moving for his shirt, fingers colliding with his as you both move to do the same thing. you only part for mere seconds, enough to get his shirt off then yours, and he rids you of your bra in a grand total of three seconds before he’s moving for your sweatpants and underwear right after. there’s a rush to your movements that almost makes the whole act seem like a maddened craze of eroticism, but the fervor with which wooyoung keeps kissing you brings you back to the intimacy and adoration behind it all.

“wanna worship you, every inch of you, want you so fucking bad.” wooyoung pants against the front of your neck, teeth raking red streaks over the skin. he sits back on his heels to take you better and encircles your torso with his arms only to bring you onto his lap for better access to your chest. “y/n, my darling, my angel, my love, god, i love you.”

wooyoung pauses his verbal adoration to lay his lips across the freshly exposed skin before him, and it’s only so that he can suck skin between his teeth until it blossoms with reds and purples.

“i love you, wooyoung, so much.” you grip his head tight in your hands, fingers almost digging into his scalp as you thread them through his hair. when his hands begin to wander, your back arches into him, and an airy gasp falls from your lips. “want you to have me, want to be yours in every way, please make me yours, woo.”

“how do you want me, angel? i’m yours, use me however you like.”

“i want you inside, woo, i want you inside me.”

wooyoung exhales a laugh against your body and traces the heated skin with his lips.

“anything for you, anything and everything.” he presses you back to the couch, laying you out and kneeling between your legs with so much reverence that it almost feels a sin to see him look at you in such a way. then he’s moving to stand, dropping his pants and underwear in the same moment, and finally letting you see the full glory of his length.

“no protection, please?” you know you won’t have to argue that much with him on this, seeing as you are already privy to one of his fantasies thanks to a wet dream, but it still feels heady to voice that desire and see how his eyes darken as his pupils dilate. he clambers back onto the couch and slots himself back between your legs. the way his hands fumble to grip your legs would be amusing if not for the rush of arousal it pumps into you.

“be a good girl and keep your legs spread so i can breed you properly then.”

you’re on the precipice of absolute desperation, almost to the point where you are prepared to beg him to fuck his dick into you with no preparation, but you aren’t stupid, not wholly in the very least, and taking someone his size would be asking for a trip to the emergency room at worst.

your head tips back into the armrest when he trails two fingers through your folds, teasing your slit while hiking one of your legs up onto his shoulder. he’s got you almost bent in half already, another little taunt of what’s to come when he finally fucks you open on his cock, and just the visual of the angle has your walls squeezing around nothing.

“so good and ready for me already, you’re made for me,” he murmurs with lips on the inside of your knee. you whine, voice hitching when those two fingers slip into your needy hole and push your walls open in preparation for something much bigger. “wanna make a mess of you, my angel. ruin you, see you cry on my cock, god i want you in every way imaginable.” he takes his other hand to reach for yours, eyes blazing as he leans over you further and bends your body into a new angle. the eye contact feels like he’s lighting your skin on fire, and it’s almost too much for you to handle, a weak thrashing of limbs as you clench around the fingers inside you, but he doesn’t stop even for a second. his fingers fold around your palm and tug upwards until he’s got your hand against his face and nose pressed into your touch. “i’ll take care of you. be good for you. make sure you don’t want for anything.”

“wooyoung,” you whimper and curl the pads of your fingers into his cheek.

“let me hear you, baby, wanna hear every noise you make.” he stretches his fingers apart inside you, spreading you as far as he can, and it elicits a moan louder than the ones before. your back arches with the sensation, only blocked by the way wooyoung has you bent like a contortionist, and it prompts him to fuck his digits into you with a newfound passion, one fueled by your cries of pleasure. you’re certain it’s all sheer nonsense, but reason has truly left you in the face of pleasure, a heady euphoria that builds and builds until you’re on the brink. the pressure is so intense you could cry legitimate tears, mouth already agape in a silent cry, but right as it reaches the tip of that mountain, wooyoung slips his fingers out of you and robs you of that high.

“wooyoung!”

“hm? wanna cum?” he bends over you, nudging your cheek with his nose as you fight to catch your breath.

“please, please, i was so close!” the feeling is already dwindling back into hot coals, and you writhe a little under wooyoung’s weight.

“you didn’t say you wanted me to make you cum. should i make you cum?”

“stop being a b-brat, woo, please, please, i wanna cum! make me cum!”

“should i?”

the flat of his hand comes down on your clit. you startle, an unexpected moan tearing through you, and you throw the back of your hand over your mouth as a choked sob spills out too.

“yes, yes, come on.”

“hm? i can’t hear you when you’ve got your mouth covered like that, darling.” a second light slap to your cunt, again over your clit, and the tease of the sensation you crave so badly is enough to bring tears to your eyes. “how do you want to cum? on my fingers? just me hitting your clit like this? split open on my cock and pumped full of cum? or should i pull you up to my face and eat you out until your thighs are shaking around my head?” wooyoung’s hand drags over your face, pulling your arm down and letting go so he can tease a line down to your pussy once more. “as i said — say the word and it’s yours, baby.”

“j-just wanna cum, please, stop making me wait.”

“ah, ah, ah. you have to tell me what you want. how am i gonna know what you want if you don’t tell me? can’t you tell me just this once, y/n? just wanna know how best to please you, you know that.” the pout that folds wooyoung’s lips is enough to make you gawk at the sheer audacity of the gesture if it weren’t followed up by a third slap of his fingers over your cunt.

“fingers! fingers, please, wanna cum around your fingers then your cock as you’re fucking your cum into me!”

wooyoung tips his head back and laughs loud and clear, fingers moving to fill your pussy again, and you barely have time to recover before he’s curling them deep inside you.

“can you cum for me? let me see you fall apart, baby, i’ve been so good for you.” his thumb grazes your clit as his other digits rub along the inside of your walls, and that’s what makes you finally tip over the edge you craved so badly. the earlier tears of frustration spill out with the feeling, leaking down into your hairline as he rolls his fingers in and out of your throbbing cunt until you’re writhing under his touches. he’s speaking to you through it, lips moving nonstop as he pulls you through the dregs of the orgasm, but it’s all white noise in your ears. you’re vaguely aware of how you’re gripping the wrist of the hand that’s still overstimulating you, fingers clenched so tight that your knuckles have bled white, but even then wooyoung doesn’t stop until you finally reach your breaking point and beg for it to end.

and the moment you say ‘stop’, he’s pulling his fingers out of your cunt and pressing kisses over your cheeks, kissing the tears away until you catch your breath and stop gasping for air.

“good job, baby, you took me so well, you did so well,” he murmurs into your skin like it’ll make the praises bleed into your veins.

“fuck me now, please?” you whine as you clamber your hands up his body to hold his face. “still want you inside.”

wooyoung’s resolve cracks, and he groans, sinking back on his heels to line his cock up with your fluttering hole.

“i’ll fill you up, angel, promise. just the way you want.”

when he sinks into your cunt, it’s nothing magical or life-changing, but you do know right then that you don’t want any other man for the rest of your life. wooyoung curls his hands around the fronts of your thighs, near the hipbone so that he can pull your body to meet his as he buries himself inside your tight heat. the stretch is intoxicating, and your body is still radiating the pleasure of your first orgasm so the sting isn’t as bad as expected. once he’s fully settled inside, wooyoung moves his palm to cover your abdomen, pressing down on your womb with enough force to make you whine.

“fuck, fill you up so nicely, i wonder if i can feel myself fucking you like this, yeah? feel my cock moving in and out of you? maybe next time i’ll have to fuck your ass and see how deep i can go.”

“woo, m-move, come on.” you do your best to push your hips down onto his cock, but the angle is a bit unforgiving and leaves you waiting for him to make the first move. his response is to hike your hips up off the couch and sit up on his knees, fingers digging into your ass hard enough to leave little crescents in their wake.

“gonna breed you nice and full, baby. is that what you want?”

“yes.” you don’t intend to keep your mouth open after saying that but wooyoung pulls out all the way to the tip and plunges fully into your cunt, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs with that single thrust, and anything that’s left of your sanity goes out as well. it does you no good to cling to the cushion under you, so you bring your hands up over your head to hold onto the armrest as wooyoung builds up a merciless pace, pulling you forward to meet each forward thrust of his hips.

“let me cum inside, please, fuck y/n, pl-please. i’ll fill you up so well.”

“a-ah, is that — is that so?”

“yes, yes, yes,” wooyoung whines, teeth grazing the skin of his lower lip as his words come out in desperate pants. “i’ll fuck you full of my cum, make it spill out of you, i’ll keep going until you can’t hold anymore in your cunt. is that what you want me to do?”

“fuck, wooyoung.”

“i wanna pump so much cum into you that your belly gets swollen with it, i wanna see you carrying my cum in you, give me the chance please.”

“cum in me, woo,” you demand, words all but punched out of you with each thrust of his cock. it’s what dismantles him entirely too, as he sinks into you with a final thrust that pushes him over the edge, and in his orgasmic craze, he thumbs over your clit again, rolling the nub between his fingers until your walls tighten around his length and you tumble into another orgasm with him. wooyoung’s hips seem to move on their own accord, continuing to thrust weakly inside your cunt as he spills his load into you. head hung low, he finally lets you settle back onto the couch and brings his hands down to rest on the cushions as well if only to brace his weight as his strength leaves him in the haze of the aftermath of your sex.

you’re too fucked out to try to move even though you desperately want to take his face between your hands and kiss him senseless. he lowers himself further until he’s all but smothering you with his body, and he presses his cheek against your breast.

“round two over the kitchen counter?” he pants, twisting to look up at your face as he poses the question.

“you fucking menace.”

a/n: ummmm hi sooo this turned into a whole thing oopsies hehe hahahoohoh yikes user hongism is clearly showing how down ATROCIOUSLY she is for wooyoung don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback pls <3

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hyeitsju · 1 year

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･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*masterlist*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

🤍-fluff 🎧-suggestive 🍧-smut 🍥-angst

Vivi

vivi reaction to 13th member reader surprising her at run, orbit!! 🤍

Yves

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Jinsoul

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Haseul

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Kim Lip

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Chuu

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Heejin

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Hyunjin

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Gowon

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Choerry

choerry hcs!!🤍🍧

Hyeju

hyeju hcs!!🤍

hyeju nsfw hcs!!🍧

hyeju reaction to 13th member surprising her at run, orbit!!🤍

Yeojin

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Ot12

loona on the first date!! pt.1 pt.2 🤍🎧

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justalonelybitch · 2 years

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Hi 👋🏻

Could you do a LOONA’s reaction to their “bad girl” Fem! S/O who turns out to be, a major pillow princess?!

Hello! I hope you like it, I'm not sure if it's exactly what you asked for, but I did my best!

LOONA x F!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics, Swearing, Fingering, Choking, Cunnilingus, Semi-public Sex, Degradation, Thigh Riding, Scissoring, Sex Toys(Vibrator, Strap), Over-stimulation, Edging, Hair Pulling, Sex Dreams, Mirror Sex, Marking, Humiliation, Begging

Word Count: 2.2k

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Vivi

An amused giggle slipped past her lips as she trailed a series of teasing kisses down your neck. You whined, frustrated by how adamant Kahei was about taking her sweet time. Her hands wandered over your bare legs, tracing nonsensical patterns along your inner thighs, knowing just how worked up it got you.

“Please touch me,” you whimpered, looking up to her, eyes reflecting your desperation. A soft smile tugged at her lips, satisfied with how quickly you submitted to her. “Patience, love,” she pinched your thigh in warning. Kahei’s fingertips brushed through your dripping folds slowly, a loud moan ripping from your throat at the sensation. She’d barely touched you, and you were already putty in her arms.

Yves

“Imagine if someone saw you like this, spreading your legs for a quick fuck where anyone could hear you. What would they think of you?” Sooyoung taunted, a sadistic smirk plastered on her lips. You whimpered as her firm grip on your neck tightened, fingertips digging into your delicate skin, crescent marks left in her wake. Her fingers plunged into your drenched pussy relentlessly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip in hopes of muffling the moan of her name that threatened to roll off your tongue.

“I bet you love this, you didn’t even lock the door. The thrill of getting caught turns you on, doesn't it?” Sooyoung chuckled in amusement, her fingers curling to perfectly hit your g-spot. You shook your head in denial, heat rising to your cheeks, but the way your walls clenched around her fingers told her everything she needed to know. A faint knock on the door made your eyes widen, Sooyoung was cruel, increasing her pace as she slammed her fingers knuckle deep into your cunt, your thighs trembling. She pushed you over the edge with one final curl of her fingers, watching intently as you miserably tried not to make a sound.

Jinsoul

Jinsoul pulled you into her lap with a smile, arms circling your waist as she pressed her body against yours. Her hands travelled up your back, unhooking your bra as she released your breasts. “So pretty,” she purred in your ear, leaning back to admire your perky tits, eyes lingering on your erect nipples. Whining, you rocked your hips, clothed cunt brushing on her thighs in desperate search of friction. A giggle left Jinsoul’s lips at your hopeless attempt to get off, hands gripping your hips in order to halt your movements. She needed to make it clear who was in charge.

Dropping her head to your chest, she traced her tongue around your hardened buds. Taking one between her lips, she sucked gently, feeling your arch your back at her feather light touch. “You’re so sensitive for me, baby,” she hummed, pressing messy open mouthed kisses to your breasts. Your hand tangled into her hair, pushing her further into your chest. You shied away from her sharp gaze as she looked up at you. She was hypnotised by your cute sounds of pleasure, unable to take her eyes away from your agape mouth. She wanted nothing more than to shove her finger inside your wet cavern, so she did.

Haseul

Haseul sighed blissfully as you clit rubbed against hers, hovering above you, she glanced at you with kind eyes. “Are you close?” She asked, finding amusement in the way you tried to stutter out a response. Instead, you opted to nod eagerly, moaning loudly as she bucked her hips at rapid speed. Raising a hand, she brushed the pad of her thumb over your nipple, playing with your breasts in fascination. She was brought out of her trance by your breathless pants and high pitched whines.

“C-Cuming!” You moaned, body tensing as you fell over the edge, your orgasm triggering Haseul’s. Her eyes fluttered shut in content as her name spilled from your lips like a broken prayer while you rode out your high. The older girl hummed as you curled into her side in your post sex state. She relished in the moment, knowing it was only a matter of time before you reverted back to your ‘bad girl’ image. Although, she didn’t mind, if fact Haseul was thankful she was she only one who got to see your fucked out state.

Kim Lip

Your thoughts were a mess as you tried to process the confusing turn of events that had occurred. The early hours of the night had started with you and Jungeun chatting mindlessly. You’d occasionally throw her a witty remark paired with your charming gaze and she would smile bashfully, blushing as she ducked her head shyly. Now you were trapped between her and the soft silky sheets, mouth agape as endless moans ripped from your throat. A taunting smile on her lips as she increased the intensity of the vibrator she had pressed firmly to your cunt.

Oh how the tables had turned, your personalities seemingly swapped the moment your lips connected in a passionate, lustful kiss. “Such a good girl,” Jungeun muttered, satisfied by your surprisingly pliant nature. You whimpered at her words, bucking your hips up, turned on by the praise. She hummed, pleased by your submission she decided to reward you. Fiddling with the remote, she flicked it to the highest setting. She watched your writhe in pleasure, eagerly awaiting the loud moans that were bound to roll off your tongue as you reached your high.

Chuu

A surprised squeak left Jiwoo’s lips at the sudden weight that landed atop her, a bright smile plastered on her face as she glanced at you. Her eyes lit up as you wrapped your arms around her torso, snuggling your face into the crook of her neck. You weren’t always the most affectionate, she respected that, but when you were, she made sure to savour the moment. She sighed in content, pulling you impossibly closer to her, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

Her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as a hushed whimper fell from your lips, muffled by her neck. Looking down tentatively, she took notice of the way your legs wrapped around her own. Jiwoo gulped audibly at the wetness she felt on her thigh, right where your core was placed. She didn’t need to see your face to know you were blushing, clearly shy and in need of release. Tensing the muscles in her leg experimentally, she grinned proudly when you moaned into her neck, warm breath tickling her skin.

Heejin

Heejin smirked at the sound of your whiny groans, her head buried between your legs. You tugged her closer by her hair, hips jerking wildly as her nose nudged your clit. “You’re gonna wake the others,” she warned, but did nothing to hush your moans. If anything she was enjoying the sight of you trying to hold them back, the risk of getting caught by someone turned her on. So she made a show of eating you out, not afraid to make a mess of herself as she teased your cunt with her tongue.

“Heejin!” You gasped as she pushed you over the edge, paying no mind to her sleeping members down the hall. A growl rumbled from your girlfriend as you tried to pull back, over stimulation becoming too much to handle as she sucked your clit harshly. You squirmed in her grasp, overwhelmed by the painful pleasure. Heejin watched your expressions closely, a sense of gratification overcoming her. She was the only one who could make your feel like this, the only one who could see you looking so beautifully pathetic, except for the poor person who walked in on the sinful acts you indulged in.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin trailed feather light kisses all over your body, insisting on covering every surface of your skin with her pink lips. You squirmed impatiently as she finally reached your sensitive inner thighs, cunt clenching around the vibrator that sat snug inside you. “Please,” you whined desperately, hands hopelessly clawing at the white sheets. She wordlessly warned you, nails digging into your soft skin as she continued her ministrations. You huffed in frustration, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. You’d been edged for hours, but the older girl was still taking her sweet time with you.

She’d always loved toying with you, especially if it was in public. She loved how you would squirm in your seat, seeing if she could crack your touch exterior in front of others. Smiling up at you innocently, lightly pressing her lips to your engorged clit. Your hips jolted forwards, almost cumming from how touch starved you’d been, any little thing could set you off. The kitten licks on your clit has you moaning loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your back arches off the bed. She always knew exactly what to do to make your cum the hardest.

Gowon

The strap that plunged in and out of your dripping core relentlessly made you moan out in pleasure. Your sounds of pleasure were muffled by the sheets your face were buried in, Chaewon’s hips slapping against your backside as she slammed the fake cock into you. “Such a good little slut for me,” she purred, hands planted on your hips as she dug her nails into your skin. They were sure to leave a mark, only adding to the plethora of beautifully damaged patches of skin. You were covered in marks of ranging colours and sizes thanks to Chaewon, she was never shy in showing the world who you belonged to.

Tears pricked at your eyes when she angled her hips, hitting somewhere so deep you didn’t even know it was possible. You couldn’t count how many times she’d made you cum tonight, it was almost as if she was trying to prove something to your poor neighbours. Chaewon was making sure the whole building knew just how submissive you were for her, throwing your dignity out the window. Your screamed her name as your orgasm ripped through your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head she fucked your through your high. Of course she didn’t stop there, pulling you up by your hair as she kept thrusting into your wrecked pussy.

Choerry

Yerim’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the darkness of the night. Her ears barely picked up your whimper in her tired state, her eyes widening in alarm as she turned to look at you. Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, face contorted in discomfort and groans leaving your mouth every few seconds as you tossed and turned restlessly. “Baby?” Yerim shook your shoulders, pulling you from what she assumed was a nightmare. Your eyes flew open, hands immediately reaching out to clutch your girlfriend's shirt.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she comforted you, grasping your hands in her own. You pulled her hand down to your pyjama shorts, her jaw dropping in surprise as you encouraged her to venture further. She hesitantly dipped her hand past the waistband of your panties, your slick coating her fingers the instant she ran them through your folds. “God, you’re dripping,” Yerim muttered under her breath, voice shaky, eyes lust filled. You bucked your hips into her palm, gazing up at her submissively, pushing her to commit the most sinful of acts with her fingers that night.

Olivia Hye

“Look at you, so pretty just for me. You even dressed up,” Hyejoo admired your body with hungry eyes. She had you sit on her lap, spreading your legs apart as she looked to the mirror she’d brought just for you. You shied away from her piercing gaze, ducking your head, a dark blush staining your cheeks. “I said look,” she growled, gripping your chin firmly as she met your eyes in the reflection. You whimpered pathetically, waiting patiently with the hand between your legs to continue its ministrations. “Good girl,” she praised you, resuming her painfully slow thrusts into your slick core.

Your red lace panties were carelessly pushed to the side, bra scattered on the floor along with the rest of your garment. She pressed a trail of teasing open mouthed kisses up your neck, narrowed eyes glued to your face as she watched you carefully. Her teeth sunk into your delicate skin when your eyes began to flutter shut, a dark red mark already forming in the wake of her lips. Hyejoo was set on watching you squirm in humiliation, seeing how far she could take it before you would break.

Yeojin

“Touch me, please,” you begged desperately, trapping Yeojin’s thigh between your legs as you clenched around nothing. She almost moaned at the feeling of your clit throbbing against her thigh, sighing in pleasure. She ran her fingers along your delicate skin, goosebumps forming in her wake. Her hands settled on your hips, guiding you to roll them, watching your expression contort into a look of bliss. Yeojin gained confidence in her actions, no longer unsure by your abrupt personality change. Instead she embraced, relishing in the way you rocked your hip on her thigh.

Heat pooled in her stomach, pupils dilated as she watched, hypnotised by your entrancing moans. Gathering the courage to explore, she let you rut against her tensed thigh muscles as she massaged your breasts skilfully. “More,” you whined, urging her to press her lips to your erect buds that poked through your shirt, leaving nothing up to imagination. She closed her mouth around your clothed nipple, experimentally swirling her tongue around it. Yeojin gasped in surprise as you suddenly reached your orgasm, she swore she could cum untouched at the sound of your submissive moans.

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berryunho · 1 year

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THE ANSWER: XXV

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers ‘sect.’ pairing: ateez x fem reader genre: cult au, thriller, angst check warnings on AO3

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You had half expected for the entire farm to be torn apart by the time you woke up, but your morning proceeds exactly as it has for however long its been since you got here. Of course, you’re also extremely on edge the entire time, you can’t swallow a single bite of your breakfast (no matter how many times San offers you a bite of his), you convince yourself that Hongjoong is staring at you harder than normal, and the lights seem too bright and the people too loud.

You just… keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Surely they’ve realized that Haseul is gone by now, so why is no one acting like it? Realistically, its probably to keep people from panicking. If they sounded the alarms and started a manhunt, that wouldn’t look too good, especially when the cops show up.

There has never been a time in your life where you've been excited at the prospect of cops. Until you found yourself in this goddamned situation. Nothing could possibly be more satisfying to you than watching Hongjoong and Seonghwa get arrested, nothing better than testifying against them in a trial and watching them get put away for the rest of their earthly lives.

There is the chance that San would be arrested too, though. Which would… be completely justified, but suck all the same. San has definitely been an accessory to murder, and at least willfully has covered up various murders and kidnappings… which is not cool.

But how can you not look past those things when he’s pouting at you for not eating a single thing at breakfast? It’s not his fault that he’s here, right? That he was brainwashed and coerced into his role? You can’t blame him for acting for his survival.

“You can’t just stop eating because you’re worried,” he nudges you once you’re back in your apartment. “You’ll wither away in this place.”

You brush off his comment, knowing that this new state of yours won’t last for very long, “It’s just one breakfast.”

San blinks at you, crossing his arms over his chest, “And what do they say about breakfast? Hm? The most important meal of the day?”

You roll your eyes, flopping down onto the couch. “What time is it?”

He flicks his wrist up, looking down at his watch, “eight forty-seven.”

Ugh. Not nearly close to time for book club. You have to wonder whether or not the cops will arrive before or after you’re forced to have one last chat with Hongjoong.

… Not that ‘forced’ is exactly the right word, here. No, you’re actually looking forward to this last meeting of yours. There are quite a few things that you would like to hear straight from the horse's mouth, rather than the police or the news or the lawyers or anyone else that might become involved. Plus, there are questions that probably could never be answered by anyone else. And you sure as hell don’t plan on visiting Hongjoong in prison.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

When that time of day finally rolls around, you’re practically flinging yourself out the door, tugging San along with you to make the short walk to Hongjoong’s door.

He barely gets his slippers on, stumbling behind you into the hallway, “Is there a reason you’re so eager today?”

“I have questions that I want answered.” You pull on his hand, poor San so confused that you can sense it in the hesitance of his steps.

When you arrive, you knock on the door, San stopping at your side as you wait for Hongjoong to answer, “But are you sure you feel up to this? We could say that you’re si—”

San’s proposal is cut off by Hongjoong answering the door. “Hello, you two.”

San mutters a hello back, but you’re too caught off guard by his appearance to give a proper greeting. “Why the hell are you dressed like that?”

Hongjoong frowns, looking down at his outfit. “Like what?”

“Like, like,” you look him up and down. He’s wearing all black, but not like the last time you had seen him not looking like a farmer. The day of your Choosing ceremony seems like so long ago, but you can still remember those freaky matching outfits quite well. No, he doesn’t wear any accessories and these clothes are less… industrial. The boots might be the same. Otherwise, the pants he wears now are nicer and his shirt a plain t with a long, black, silky… robe (?) over top. The sign of the answer is on his arm, sewn into the bicep. For a moment, you wonder who it is that does that embroidery; it’s quite nice. “Like a priest?” It’s not an exact comparison, but its the word your mind comes up with.

San nudges your side as Hongjoong rolls his eyes, “You really don’t pay attention during service, do you?”

“Not really.” San nudges you more urgently this time, giving you a bit of a pleading look when you glance over at him.

Hongjoong only sighs, stepping aside and opening the door wider to invite you in. You bid goodbye to San as you step inside, brushing past Hongjoong.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood, today?” Hongjoong shuts the door behind you, following you into his apartment.

“I have a lot I want to talk with you about,” you say, settling onto his couch. It’s true, there is a lot that you want to clear up. Haseul must have made it to town by now, and she must have sent the police already. There are some things that you need to hear from Hongjoong before its all over.

Hongjoong sits in his usual chair, looking at you with a bit of apprehension, “Is that so?”

“Yep,” you rest your elbow on the arm of the couch, leaning into your hand. “You never answered my question.”

“About the clothes?” He shakes his head, “Again, you would know if you paid attention.”

“Maybe I would be better able to focus on service if not for you conjuring up other things for me to worry about.”

Hongjoong frowns, “What are you worried about?”

You drop your chin, looking at him through your eyelashes, “Really?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. “I’ll admit that I might’ve lost my temper yesterday, but Haseul is perfectly fine, (Y/n).”

A giggle tries to escape you, but you manage to keep it in. You can’t decide if you’d rather Hongjoong know that you know the truth or not. On one hand, if you cut the bullshit, you might be able to have a better conversation. To get more answers to your questions. But… it could be possible that he has no idea the involvement that you or San played in her disappearance. That seems highly unlikely, but… You’re just not sure if you should risk it.

“You don’t believe me?” He asks, apparently impatient with your lack of response, “Do you want to see her?”

… That throws you for a bit of a loop. Why would he ask if he couldn’t back it up? Obviously he must know that you would say yes, that you would want to see her. So why would he offer something that he can’t provide?

Is it… is it possible that San lied? That he didn’t get her out? That he didn’t even try?

You stare at Hongjoong, trying to see if this is another one of his games. He stares right back at you, not a hint of emotion on his face. Yeah. That’s it.

“Can we cut the bullshit?” You ask, lowering your voice.

The corners of his lips twitch upward, only a little, “I don’t know what you mean, (Y/n). Do you want to see her or not?”

“We both know that Haseul isn’t here,” you blink, waiting for him to contradict you.

Contradict you, he does. “But she is,” he smiles, then, one of his knowing little smiles that already tells you what he’s thinking. He’s about to say something to hurt you. You know it. “It was a cute attempt, (Y/n), I must admit. Getting San to help you and all. I didn’t know he was so…” Hongjoong bites his lip, looking for the right word, “Enamored with you.”

You try your hardest to not betray the complete and utter sinking desperation you feel.

“That’ll be dealt with in its own time. Haseul is safe and sound in her room, with Mingi for company.” He smiles again, “You didn’t really think it would be so easy, did you?”

You want to scream. Why can’t anything work? Why can’t anything go your way? “I want to see her,” you whisper, attempting to keep your voice steady.

Hongjoong hums, “I think not, actually. Consider it your punishment for trying to get her out. I’ll let you off easy, since I knew that you would try something. Next time, I won’t be as gracious.”

There’s a million questions bouncing through your head now, having lost your advantage. You had been so confident coming into this apartment, so sure that things were going your way. Why didn’t you even… consider that she could’ve been caught? How foolish can you be?

You can practically feel the spark that you had fleeting out of you. It happened so fast. In less than two minutes, all of your hopes coming into this conversation were crushed. How can tha—

“But this leads us to another topic, (Y/n).” Hongjoong uncrosses his arms, leaning forward in his chair. “What’s going on with you and San? Hm?”

You take a sharp inhale, again trying to contain any hint of emotion. You would rather Hongjoong didn’t know how off guard he just caught you, and you would also rather that he not know about the… extent of your relationship with San. Which seems to be precisely where this conversation is about to head.

“Well, Hongjoong, we spend about every waking second together, thanks to you. So we’re close.”

Hongjoong frowns sarcastically, tilting his head, “Close enough that he would risk his neck to do you a favor? When he knows that he’s on thin ice with me?” He drops the expression, returning to his stony neutrality. “I’m giving you a chance to be honest, (Y/n). Maybe I’ll be nicer if I hear it from you instead of him.”

You blink at him, unsure of what to say. You honestly hadn’t really even… thought about how you would classify your relationship with him. Obviously you care about him, and he cares about you. And you get each other off occasionally, but, like… its not like he’s your boyfriend or something. You don’t feel like you should tell Hongjoong the truth… but you don’t want to make things worse for San, either.

“What, precisely, are you asking me, Hongjoong?” You probably sound more defensive than you should let on, but you can’t help it.

“Have you slept together?”

“No.”

Hongjoong shrugs, “Be that way, (Y/n), but what I can’t take out on you, I will take out on him.”

You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to think of a response, “But— Hongjoong, that’s the truth.”

He holds a hand up, shushing your stuttering attempts at defending yourself, “You’re really only going to make things worse for him if you keep talking. Which I’m sure would just break your little heart, hm?”

“Hongjoong, I’m being honest, I swear to Go—”

“Swear to God?” He smiles, “I thought you didn’t believe in me?”

If you weren’t so preoccupied with trying to prove San’s innocence, you would roll your eyes. Hongjoong and his fucking ego.

He cuts you off when you start to plead your case again, “I don’t believe you, do you know why?” His eyes are wide with curiosity as he blinks at you, a knowing smile on his face.

You don’t know why he’s so sure, but you don’t really want to know, either. Anyways, it is the God honest truth that you and San haven’t had sex, so you have no idea what he even thinks he knows. Unless he’s some sort of… Mormon or something, last time you checked, oral is generally not referred to as ‘sleeping together.’ Like, Christ, can you have no peace here?

You don’t respond, so Hongjoong continues, “Remember your next door neighbor, Seonghwa?”

Your face actually goes slack this time, a frown curling over your lips. “Seriously? Seonghwa is your source?”

“He’s rather trustworthy, in my experience.”

“Seonghwa. The man that hates me so much he wants me. You don’t see how he could, I don’t know, lie to get San in trouble to, I don’t know, get him out of his way?”

Hongjoong laughs, then, the sound echoing around his apartment. “No, I don’t see him doing that,” he says once he regains his breath, though it takes a few seconds. “He’s not so petty.”

You do scoff, then. Seonghwa has to be one of the pettiest people that you’ve ever met in your life. Like, seriously, no fucking way does Hongjoong believe him to not be petty.

That being said… you do find it a little hard to believe that Seonghwa would lie about this. He was the one that told you that San is not in the best situation with Hongjoong, and he seemed… sympathetic is the wrong word, but, like, he warned you about it. Would someone that was going to set you up give you such a head’s up? Plus, he did remind you of the fact that you were neighbors, which, like… yeah, okay. He could’ve heard something, but something doesn’t mean sex. People must masturbate here. What else is there to do? Could it not have been so simple in his mind’s eye?

No, you don’t think that Seonghwa would jump to the fantastical conclusion that you’re sleeping with San. Nor do you think that he would be so jealous as to risk putting Hongjoong’s ire on San. While he doesn’t seem to be the biggest fan of the guy, you didn’t get the vibe that he wants him dead or anything. So… yeah. The pieces aren’t adding up.

Might as well lean into it a bit, if there’s no convincing Hongjoong otherwise. “What would happen if I told you that San and I were together?”

Hongjoong’s smile goes tense, as if he wasn’t expecting you to ask such a thing. For the first time, the thought that he could be bluffing crosses your mind… maybe a moment too late. Hongjoong pauses, looking between you and the books on his coffee table.

“I,” He stops, tilting his head to the side as he keeps his eyes off of you, “honestly hadn’t truly considered it a possibility. Surely he cares for you, that’s to be expected, but…”

So he was just trying to taunt you, then. Part of you feels like you’ve triumphed by managing to take him off guard with something, but that something is… not something that he should actually think is true.

“Well, like I’ve been saying, Hongjoong, nothing has happened between us.”

He looks back up at you and you’re shocked to see his eyes shining wet in the light, “No?”

Your heart speeds up at the sight, reminded of the previous times that you’ve seen Hongjoong vulnerable. You don’t trust your voice to not shake, so you simply shake your head in agreement.

“You know that I don’t want to hurt San, right?” He asks, frowning, “But there has to be punishments for breaking the rules. I’m only trying to keep peace.”

You have no idea how Hongjoong feels about San. All you know is that this is making you extremely uncomfortable. Seeing Hongjoong cry is just, just so, ugh! You can’t control the way your heart squeezes in your chest, nor the guilt that broils in your stomach for being the cause of his distress. But… this is Hongjoong! He doesn’t deserve your empathy, but…

“I know, Hongjoong,” you whisper, moreso trying to get him to stop rather than actually express the sentiment.

He wipes his eyes, then, clearing his throat, “I suppose I can trust you, for now.” His gaze gets harder with each passing millisecond. “But I’m sure you can guess what will happen if I find out that you’re lying to me.”

You can definitely put the pieces together yourself. So you nod your head in agreement, hoping that he believes you in this case.

Hongjoong clears his throat again, fanning his face a couple times, “Was there anything else, then?”

“Oh, uhm,” in truth, there was a lot more that you wanted to ask him about. He never answered your question about his clothes, you want to know more about this girl that came before you, and more about what the fuck The Answer says about you. But it feels strange to ask about any of that, after… yeah. Whatever that just was.

… But you don’t actually care that much. So you decide to jump into the topic that he’ll probably like discussing with you the most.

“I had some questions about the Answer, actually…”

Hongjoong raises his eyebrows, a smile growing across his face, “Have you finally read ahead?”

Well… yes and no, but you’re not going to tell him that Wooyoung told you the gist of it, “Maybe a little bit.”

He claps once, genuine glee showing through his expression. He even giggles, and not in the creepy way that he sometimes does. “This is wonderful, (Y/n)!”

You give him an awkward smile, waiting for him to stop acting like a kid in a candy store.

“So? You have questions?” He leads, “I might have answers.”

Might. Isn’t that just the greatest word in existence. He definitely has all of the answers, considering all of this shit came from his own head; but he can pick and choose what he wants to withhold from you at any time. Because that’s Hongjoong. Always leaving an escape for himself.

“Well, I’m just curious about a few things…” You start, trying to figure out how to word your questions so that they’re as… inconspicuous as possible. “First, do you know how I’m supposed to… uhm, ‘bring about the Sign?’”

Hongjoong’s smile somehow grows even wider when you finish your question, “I’m proud of you, (Y/n). This is a huge step in your journey.”

You don’t like that. Nope. Not the way he just said ‘journey.’

But Hongjoong tilts his head to the side, letting his smile go, “But I’m not sure I can answer your question. I’ve yet to have the concrete vision.” He shrugs, “I honestly think that the vision will come to you rather than me.”

Oh Jesus Christ. Hongjoong has said some crazy bullshit to you before, but that is an entire new level. If he genuinely thinks that you’re going to believe that you are going to start having prophetic dreams because you’re supposedly some major figure in this goddamned cult lore, he has an entirely new thing coming for him.

But you doubt that he thinks you’ll believe him. You haven’t before, why would you now?

Your skepticism must show on your face, because Hongjoong continues. “It’s nothing to be afraid of. We’re linked, somehow, in the grand scheme of things, (Y/n). It’s you that was foretold.”

You blink, trying to not start screaming. Before you can really think too hard about it, you’re asking your next question.

“But how do you know that it’s me, Hongjoong? There was a girl before me, wasn’t there?”

The silence that follows is nearly as scary as Hongjoong’s reaction to your question.

His smile drops faster than you’ve ever seen.

“San told you this?” Hongjoong asks, his tone hard.

“Who told me isn’t important, I just want to talk about he—”

“It really is. Like I said, we have rules for a reason,” he tilts his head, folding his hands in his lap. “If you don’t tell me who it was, I will assume that it was San and he’ll be punished severely.”

Well fuck. There’s not really a way to say that it was someone else without incriminating (a) San, for leaving you with someone else, (b) yourself, and (c) Wooyoung. But you can’t very well say that it was San, given the earlier subject matter.

But you really don’t want to throw Wooyoung under the bus, either, considering all that he just confided in you. He’s been long tortured by this man already, and he already part-way resents you for it. If you told him…

There’s really only one other option.

“Seonghwa told me.” The words come out before you can really think about them. Seonghwa should be a good choice. He might hate your guts, but at least he has something of a soft (hard?) spot for you. If he gets in trouble, it should be okay. And, anyways, its not like Hongjoong would do anything to really punish Seonghwa, right? Surely not with whatever arrangement they have going on. Plus, fuck that guy for apparently ratting you out to Hongjoong. He lied to Hongjoong about you, you’ll lie to Hongjoong about him. Easy.

Hongjoong raises his eyebrows. “Seonghwa,” he doesn’t ask, simply restating his name. “Seonghwa told you.”

You shrug, “Is it so hard to believe?”

His face crinkles with confusion, “Yes, it is. See, Seonghwa is probably the last person I would expect you to hear that from, considering his loyalty to me and the disgust he felt over that entire situation.” He ponders for a second, “No, Seonghwa would be the second to last person; but the point still stands.”

‘Considering his loyalty’ to Hongjoong and his ‘disgust’ over that entire situation… Interesting details. Obviously, you know that Seonghwa is loyal to Hongjoong and wouldn’t ordinarily give you information that Hongjoong clearly doesn’t want you to know about. But his disgust? What does that mean?

Anyhow, you figure that, if you’re already throwing Seonghwa under the bus, it couldn’t hurt to make it just a little bit worse, right?

“I thought you would know the kind of pillow talk Seonghwa engages in.”

Hongjoong takes the longest blink you’ve ever seen, his eyes going wide as he stares at you. “Excuse me?”

You shrug your shoulders, trying your best to keep this facade up. Seonghwa is going to be so fucking pissed. And so is Hongjoong. But this has to be better than Wooyoung or San getting punished, right? You can deal with some anger. They’d probably fare much worse.

“I’m sorry, just, can you repeat yourself? It sounds like you’re telling me that you and Seonghwa…” he trails off, flapping his hands in front of himself as if he can’t even bring himself to speak the words. “I thought I made myself quite clear about my feelings on this matter.”

For once, you wish that you could just appreciate a moment where you’re able to be the one throwing Hongjoong off of his guard. But, no, you have to keep spinning your bullshit, because, of course, only a lie can leave him so astounded.

“That’s really not what’s important here, Hongjoong, pleas—”

“Should I get Seonghwa? Do we need to have this conversation right now?”

He goes to stand and you’re immediately holding your hands out to him, ushering him to sit back down, “no, no, no. Hongjoong, this is not what is important right now.”

He looks at you like you’re insane, “Yes it is. You don’t need to know anything about Haneul.”

Haneul.

What a coincidence, no?

“Hongjoong, please, just, can we talk abou—”

He tries to stand again, but you do the unthinkable. You touch him first, grabbing onto his arm to pull him back to his chair. “There’s nothing to know about her. She was fake, she wasn’t real. You shouldn’t worry yourself about her. She was inconsequential, unworthy of taking up any space in your pretty little head.”

The way he speaks about her makes your stomach roll over. What in the fuck? She’s dead, and he’s talking about her like this? You shouldn’t be surprised, but it still makes you sick.

“But, Hongjoong, don’t you think it would help me understand my purpose, if you can explain why she couldn’t?”

The panicked look on his face evaporates as if he’s suddenly remembered something important. He looks into your eyes, a small smile starting to tug across his face, “you really want to know?”

The way he asks almost makes you want to take it back, to disagree with him. You just know that whatever it is that he just thought of is something that he’s going to use to scare you with, and the prospect isn’t too thrilling. But… any information is good information, right?

“I do, Hongjoong.”

He looks down at his hands, then, squeezing them together in his lap. You still have your hand on his arm, despite the level of uncomfort you’re experiencing, hoping that your touch is grounding him somehow.

When he looks back up, his smile is wider, his eyes more crazed, “there were a few reasons that Haneul couldn’t be the bearer. The first reason being her relationship with Jongho.”

What? Jongho? Is this why he has it out for you? Because Hongjoong replaced his girlfriend with you? Like, shit, he has every right to be pissed, but to be pissed with you is a bit… misplaced.

“The second reason being her attitude. As you read, the bearer of the Answer is to be hesitant and abrasive. She should deny her role before fully becoming it. Little Haneul was obedient from the moment she arrived.”

… You can’t fact check that one just yet, but yeah, sure, whatever. Hongjoong’s fucking insane. Any reason of his that comes from The Answer is not a legitimate reason for anything.

“And then, of course, I decided that I liked you more.”

You can’t stand it anymore. You let go of him, putting more distance between your bodies than you even do normally. Literally, genuinely, absolutely, what the fuck is wrong with this guy? What the fuck does he mean? How could he have possibly killed someone for you before even knowing you?

So you blink at him and ask, “how the fuck did you decide that before meeting me?”

“I don’t know why you keep insisting that we never met before you came here, (Y/n). Am I so memorable that you think you would remember even a fleeting interaction?”

“Yes.”

“I’m honored,” Hongjoong flashes a teasing smile, though there’s an impatience growing in his tone, “But I’ve known you far longer than you realize.”

The way he says this sends an actual chill down your spine, making you feel more vulnerable than just moments prior. “Can you at least tell me where we supposedly met? Or how long you’ve known me?”

“Are you sure it won’t scare you?” Hongjoong smirks, “I think it would. All you need to know, (Y/n), is that I am positive that you are the one. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, it is you.”

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

After that, Hongjoong had decided enough was enough and made you start your lesson. In your opinion, that whole conversation about The Answer should’ve been enough to cover your lesson, but that’s just not how your life goes.

But, for being such a good listener today, Hongjoong had given you a reward. The privilege of walking back to your apartment, unaccompanied. How lovely.

Of course, it would’ve been smartest to just go back to your apartment. You, in fact, definitely should’ve just done that.

But you have more questions. And, really, how likely is it that he’s going to find out that you made a little detour? He didn’t say go straight back or anything.

So you find yourself outside, approaching the big barns. It’s strange to be alone. But not in a bad way. You peer down the road as you pass it, staring down its infinite stretch of gravel and corn. Surely the harvest is coming. Surely.

You hadn’t brought a coat with you, but, thankfully, its rather nice outside. A bit chilly, in your long sleeve, but not unbearable. If anything, the chill makes you feel more grounded.

Maybe it’s a bad idea to try and talk to Jongho. No, scratch that, it’s definitely a bad idea to try and talk to Jongho. You’re full of them today. But, if there’s even the slightest chance that he can give you more information… you’re going to take it.

You’re finding that you have almost an insatiable curiosity growing within you with each passing day. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism. Maybe you’re losing it. Whatever it is, you simply have to know. Everything.

Plus, you’re a bit incensed that your plan to help Haseul escape failed so completely and utterly. You had been in such a good mood this morning, despite the tension you had been feeling. Now, you’re just angry. You hadn’t even been this angry when you, yourself, had failed to escape. This failure feels like a reflection of your efforts, and that pisses you off. Had you made a mistake, asking for San’s help? Is it possible that he… sabotaged the escape so as to save his own ass? Could you really blame him if he did? It was unfair, asking him what you did. But it was your only option at the time, and you know that.

Either way, you’re just upset that you failed. Haseul is still here, locked up in a room somewhere and you’re not even allowed to see her. She’s probably scared out of her mind, confused and angry. She must have been lured here using you, right? Someone used your phone to get her here. San claims that it wasn’t him… but who else would it have been? Any of the elites probably could have, but… who? Not Wooyoung, not after what he told you. Seonghwa? Maybe, but could he mimic you well enough to convince Haseul? That’s really the question, you realize. Who knows you well enough that they could’ve gotten your best friend to believe they were you?

There’s really only one option, and he had insisted that it wasn’t him.

God, this is pissing you off even more. You don’t want to believe that it was San. Like he’s said, you don’t want to think that he would willingly hurt you, especially not now, with how close you are. It would be… very unsettling, to say the least.

But, still, how had the escape failed? Who tipped Hongjoong off? Who was it that caught up to her? Had she ever even left in the first place? Was she hurt in the capture? Hongjoong had said that she was safe and sound… but, knowing that guy, that could mean any number of things.

It really makes you wonder. Who was in on it? Was it just a random follower that saw her and reported it? Was it an elaborate plan that ended just how Hongjoong wanted it to? Clearly, Hongjoong must have been expecting you to try something. Maybe you had played right into his plan, maybe it was a setup from the get go.

If it was, though, why the hell hadn’t you considered it? It pisses you off, truly, the hindsight. You were stupid, trying something so fast. It was stupid to involve San, and stupid to think that you would actually be able to pull off an escape. Fuck.

You emerge from your thoughts as you approach the barn, sticking your head in through the open door. “Jongho?” You call out, wondering if he would even respond to you if he heard you. You’d wager not, but you step further inside, anyhow.

Peering around the corner, you’re not surprised to see him heaving… something into the pig troughs. Looks like food scraps, kind of. He turns at the sound of your voice, a rather disrespectful look of disgust landing on his face once he realizes that it’s you he’s talking to.

“What.” It’s not a question, rather a statement. He doesn’t stop his work, grabbing another bucket to tip into the feeder. “Where’s your babysitter?”

Ignoring the actual question, you walk deeper inside, stopping when you’re a few feet from Jongho. The pigs squeak happily as he dumps the new bucket, nudging each other aside in an attempt to be the first to eat. You take a closer look at the trough, the slop making your stomach roll despite how pleased the pigs seem.

Pulling your eyes away from the scene, you start, “Can we talk?”

Jongho turns away from you, and for a second you’re sure that he’s going to up and leave. But, no, he simply grabs the last bucket that had been in the row, tipping it into a different trough in the pen. “About what?”

“Uhm,” is there a delicate enough way to put this? Are you supposed to be like, hey, sorry about your dead girlfriend? You probably should’ve put a little more thought into this before immediately storming off to talk to him, but, ugh! This is Hongjoong’s fault. Everything always is.

Jongho claps his hands together, dirt flying off of his gloves and into the air. He tugs them off, deliberately pulling at each finger before taking them all the way off, shoving them into a back pocket of his dirtied cargo pants. He sighs, folding his arms over his chest, “You’re wasting my time.”

Swallowing, you squeeze your hands in front of you, trying to keep yourself steady, “About, uhm, ah,” you clear your throat, but her name still comes out rather meekly, “Haneul?”

He blinks. Once. Twice. And then he’s on you.

He’s able to close the distance you had left between you in seconds, his hands clamping onto your upper arms so hard that you yelp. He doesn’t seem to notice, shaking you as more emotion crosses his face in these few seconds than you’ve seen him display the entire time you’ve known him.

“Listen very carefully, (Y/n),” he tugs you closer, his hands squeezing tighter, “I’m only going to say this once. If I ever hear her name leave your lips again, I’ll kill you. It’ll be so fast that you won’t even realize you’re dead until you’re squalling as you emerge into your next life. Do you understand?” Jongho’s voice rattles with so much emotion that you have no choice but to believe his threat, nodding your head quickly in response.

His grip loosens, but he doesn’t fully let you go, “Whatever you wanted to say, keep it to yourself. Don’t think about her, don’t ask other people about her, go back to pretending as if she never existed.”

“I was just going to—”

“To? To what?”

“To apologize.” You glare up at him, cutting him off before he can start bitching again, “For what happened. Hongjoong is insane. And I’m sorry that someone you cared about was hurt because of him.”

Jongho scoffs, staring down at you like you just said the most loathsome sentence he’s ever heard (really, he’s just thinking about last night) (how badly he wants to tell you your friend is dead, her body rotting two feet away from where you stand) (how she cried out for you, screamed your name when he grabbed her, capturing her last breath) (how, in his eyes, you deserve a worse punishment than that).

“I don’t want your pity,” he whispers, his voice still hard, “Get out of here before I tell Hongjoong you’re running around by yourself.”

He pushes you away from him, sending you stumbling backwards. Your arms pulsate where he had been squeezing you, your arteries working to compensate for the restriction they had been under.

So much for mending that relationship. Or getting any answers. You probably should’ve anticipated the hostility, but… you are a bit of an optimist. Most of the time.

You spare one more glance toward the pigs, watching as they continue to devour the scraps. The noises they make alone are enough to make your stomach churn once more, this time with nausea rather than anger or guilt.

Jongho waits for you to get back to the doors before taking his eyes off of you, needing to know that you’re out of his space before he can relax again.

Only, right as you step out of the threshold of the barn, you run into a tall frame that you really had not been expecting.

You look up, already knowing that it will be Mingi’s face staring down at you.

He doesn’t give you the chance to slip away, latching a hand onto your wrist to pull you back into the barn you had just left. You’re once again stumbling as he leads you back inside, immediately turning a corner into a more secluded part of the barn.

“What is happening between you and San?”

Oh. So that’s where this is going. For a second there, you had the tiniest scrap of hope that you would be able to have a genuine conversation with him. That, maybe, he would want to apologize to you for, you don’t know, ignoring you for weeks after basically blaming you for not being a mind reader.

You might be less annoyed if you hadn’t just had this exact conversation with Hongjoong. But to be reminded of the topic so soon has your blood running hot, anger flaring in your chest once more. To defend yourself from Hongjoong is one thing, but Mingi.

You’ll never get used to it.

“Really? That’s the first thing you have to say to me after, what, weeks of not speaking?” You scoff, trying to tug your wrist out of his hold to no avail.

Mingi rolls his eyes. “Just answer the question.”

“What’s going on between you and Hongjoong?” You ask, looking up at him and hoping you don’t look as small as you feel. “I thought you were scared of him, and now what? You’re doing his dirty work? Detaining our friend?”

“Haseul is gone. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mingi blinks, his jaw set hard. “Hongjoong is my leader, my guide. He’s my friend, (Y/n). What are you and San? Friends?” He spits this final word, leaning down toward your face.

Had you not been so angry, you might’ve caught the first part. But you want to actually spit on him. How could he think that this is an okay way to talk to you? “I’m not answering that question, Mingi. You don’t get to, to question my relationships with people!”

Mingi smiles a horrible smile. One that you have never seen. It’s almost a sneer. “You were my friend before his, you remember?”

You yank on your hand again, finally succeeding in getting it free of his grasp. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stumble backwards, tripping over some loose hay on the floor. “Mingi, please, this isn’t—”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.” Mingi steps toward you. “If anything, there’s something wrong with you, (Y/n).”

You shake your head, continuing to back away from him. You’ve never seen Mingi like this. You’ve never known him to act like this. This simply isn’t him. It doesn’t make any sense, you have no idea where this is coming from or why he decided now was the time to reignite the feud between you two.

“You used to tell me all of your guy problems, remember?” He pouts, reaching a hand out to you. “It can be like old times, (Y/n). Just tell me the truth.” His voice has gone noticeably softer, his tone less serious. You don’t know if he’s manipulating you or not.

Your back finally hits a wall, the uninsulated metal of the barn freezing cold on your skin. It seeps through your shirt, chilling you to the bone. “Mingi, please listen to me,” you put a hand out, trying to get him to stop advancing on you. “You’re scaring me. You are scaring the shit out of me. Back off, now.”

Mingi chuckles, stopping in place. He holds his hands up in front of himself, showing off his stop. “I’m sorry, sorry,” he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “But… Do you think I would hurt you? Really?”

You want the answer to be no. Desperately. This is fucking Mingi that you’re talking about. You don’t get a chance to respond.

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes, “you clearly don’t give a shit about us anymore, anyways. Otherwise, you’d just fucking tell me the truth.”

You stay pressed flat against the wall behind you, shaking your head at him. How did this happen? How could this happen? Your best friend, the person you came here for, is accusing you of not caring about him, not caring about your relationship. How blind could he be?

It’s not Mingi talking, you know that. It’s fucking Hongjoong. Hongjoong feeding him bullshit in an attempt to get him to turn on you. And, lucky for him, its working. Perfectly. Your words can’t stand on their own against Hongjoong’s anymore. And he knows that.

“Do you really want to know, Mingi?” Your voice cracks when you say his name, tears springing into your eyes, “What would it accomplish? Please, tell me why you want to know, and I’ll tell you the truth.”

He hesitates at that, looking up toward the ceiling of the barn.

“Exactly. You don’t want to know,” you shake your head at him, watching as he kicks at some loose hay by his feet. “Can’t you see what’s happening here?”

Mingi looks back down, frowning.

“He’s doing this on purpose, Mingi. Hongjoong wants us to hate each other. He wants to take away any semblance of support that we have. He’s trying to tear us apart, and you’re letting him!”

He squints as if he’s confused, looking down at his feet, then. He kicks around some loose hay, not responding. You take the moment to gather yourself, trying to calm your heart. Mingi has never acted so hostile toward you before, you can hardly even believe that this is the same man.

“I just,” he starts, not looking toward you, “I don’t see why he would do that.”

You close your eyes, trying to not scream. Has Mingi always been so naive?

No, he hasn’t. This is Hongjoong at work. Gaslighting him into questioning every action taken toward him. Making him confused and hurting him and turning him against you. It honestly makes you want to scream in frustration, the mind games that Hongjoong plays with people.

How could he do this? To innocent people? Play with their minds, turn them into dependent mush? It’s clear that Hongjoong is a monster, a psychopath, someone that gets off on the way that he can manipulate and control people. But seeing it so clearly… in someone you once considered your best friend…

It makes you hate him more, a thousand times so. You would kill him if you could.

If— no, when— you get Mingi out of here, will he ever be the same? Will he ever go back to being the Mingi that you once knew? Or will Hongjoong be with him for the rest of his life, manipulating and twisting his thoughts into everything that they’re not?

Could any amount of therapy turn back time? Any amount of counseling? Medication?

The sinking feeling in your chest tells you that, no, things will never be the same.

For the rest of his life, Mingi will have a piece of Hongjoong embedded into his personality. And you’ll have to live with that fact.

When you get out of here, when Hongjoong is in prison or dead or whatever, when he’s out of your life… he won’t be.

Is that fair? Abusers stick with their victims for their entire lives, but the opposite is rarely ever true. Would Hongjoong spare Mingi a second thought in thirty years, when he’s rotting in a jail cell? You doubt it. But Mingi… there won’t be a day of his life where he doesn’t think about what happened here. About what he suffered.

“Did I,” he looks up at you after the prolonged silence, “did I really scare you?”

You blink at him, not wanting to tell him the truth.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, (Y/n).” His voice cracks when he says your name, turning away from you. “Everything is my fault. All of it. You’re here, and now Haseul, and, and,” with each word, his voice gets heavier with emotion. You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s crying. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry. For bringing you here, for yelling, for being mad, for scaring you, for everything.”

You push yourself off of the wall, taking a couple steps to reach out to him. You grab his bicep, gently pulling him to face you. You’re not very successful, only managing to turn him a few centimeters. He still doesn’t look at you.

“You know that I don’t blame you for any of this, Mingi,” the complete opposite is true, in fact. “None of it is your fault.”

“But it—” Mingi freezes in the middle of his sentence, and you have to peer around him to figure out why.

San clears his throat when you meet his gaze, awkwardly averting his eyes to the ground.

Mingi turns back toward you, then, aggressively wiping his cheeks with his palm, as if ashamed for San to see him so.

“(Y/n), I’ve,” San looks up, biting his lip, “been looking for you everywhere.”

You don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. You probably shouldn’t have run off without permission, but you had to take the chance. Still, there is a bit of guilt swimming in you for apparently making San worry. You hadn��t considered…

Mingi’s tears have dried up by the time he turns back toward the other man, “Leave.”

Your eyes widen with this command, squeezing Mingi’s arm a bit in response. He can’t just… tell San to leave, can he?

San looks as taken aback as you feel, confusion evident on his face, “Excuse me?”

“I think you heard me the first time.”

“Mingi, pleas—”

San cuts you off, “No, no, let him speak.” He holds his hand up to silence you, something that you would never have ever expected him to do to you, “Do you have something you need to say to me, Mingi?”

“No, he doesn’t. Right, Mingi?” You answer for him, squeezing his arm again in an attempt to keep him grounded. Whatever the fuck San thinks he’s doing right now, you’re not appreciating it. Especially not when Mingi just about yelled at you because of San. There are definitely some choice words that these two could share, but you don’t want to be privy to them.

Mingi ignores you, a tense smile on his face, “I have a lot of things I could say to you, San. Do you want to start with the way that you’re manipulating (Y/n), or your involvement in what happened yesterday?”

Now, before this moment, you wouldn’t have said that San is a person inclined to violence. But within seconds he’s ripping Mingi out of your grasp via the front of his shirt, tugging him toward him until their chests are almost touching. “I’m doing no such thing,” the words come out in more of a snarl than anything else, “and I have no idea what you mean by ‘my involvement,’ but I’ll go ahead and tell you to shut your mouth about it, anyways.”

“San!” Your hands are back on both of them before he even finishes his sentence, one on each man. “What the fuck is wro—”

Mingi smirks down at San, once again completely ignoring you, even cutting you off. “Is that so? Why is she so quick to defend your relationship? Why is she keeping secrets from me? How could she possibly like you when you’re the one that lured her here?”

San’s eye literally twitches. “I know you’re in love with her, but this is just pathetic. Aren’t you embarrassed? To be the outsider, here? To know that she never fell for you, but for me despite the mistakes that I’ve made? Despite the ways I’ve wronged her? Does that just crush you? So much so that you have to make up blind accusations against me in an attempt to turn her away?”

Mingi shakes his arm out of your grasp in the next second, using both of his hands to shove San away from him. San actually falls, landing on his ass in front of Mingi.

You gasp as Mingi starts yelling, “You don’t know anything about our relationship! Anything that you do know you found out from stalking us! I couldn’t give two shits about her being into you, I care about you hurting her and acting innocent about it!”

San frowns, and you’re surprised to see his lip quivering. He turns his attention to you, “You know that’s not true, (Y/n). You know that I care about you, that I’d never hurt you.”

Mingi scoffs, smiling up toward the ceiling of the barn. “You say that you’re not manipulating her, but what’s this? Some crocodile tears and you think she’ll fawn right over you?” He looks down at you, still standing shocked by his side. “You’re not falling for this, are you?”

You look back and forth between San on the ground and Mingi beside you. In all honesty, you’re pissed at both of them equally. This fucking behavior is just childish; the last thing that you need is two people that you care about making you choose sides.

“(Y/n)?” San’s voice breaks from the floor when you stay quiet.

“I am not taking sides right now,” you whisper, glaring between the two of them. “You’re both being brats. Have either of you considered that I might value both of you? Or that I am an adult who can make her own decisions?”

They stay silent, San finally picking himself up off of the ground.

“You’re both pissing me off equally. I’d appreciate it if you could find it in yourselves to grow up and stop fighting over someone that doesn’t need or want to be fought over.”

They at least have the decency to look a little ashamed of themselves, both of them looking anywhere but at you or each other.

“Mingi,” he turns when you say his name, looking hopeful despite what you just said, “I would be happy to hear your genuine concerns about my wellbeing; however, I don’t want the hostility that you’ve shown me today. When you’re calmer, we can talk.”

Mingi nods his head, “I’m sorry, again.”

You reach out to touch his arm again, providing what you hope is enough comfort. Even though you’re pissed, Mingi was still in the middle of being vulnerable with you. You’re sorry that you weren’t able to finish that conversation with him.

Dropping your hand, you take a couple steps to be closer to San, though you fold your arms over your chest as you tip your head toward the entrance of the barn, “Let’s go.”

You don’t wait for him, opting to just start walking. He catches up quickly enough, though keeping a good two steps behind you.

There is literally nothing that you can think to say to him. Your thoughts run wild with what just happened.

First, Mingi acting like that toward you? What the fuck was that? Did Hongjoong put him up to it, like you suggested he might’ve? Mingi had never treated you like that before, never… scared you like that before. There’s no way that was… all him. You refuse to believe it.

Having him stand up for you… that’s a whole separate thing. Obviously, Mingi has used his size to intimidate freaks that were bothering you before. He’s stood up for you more times than you can count, letting you use him as a defense mechanism for your entire friendship. He had put his hands on people for you before… but those were complete strangers. Seeing him get physical with San is a different story, not something that you would’ve expected from him. Even if he does genuinely believe that San is manipulating you or whatever, you would’ve thought that he would’ve at least stayed civil, considering your relationship.

So it’s a surprise that he responded in turn when San engaged. Which in and of itself was shocking to you.

San is not someone that you would ever peg for physical violence. So seeing him get on Mingi like that… it honestly does freak you out a bit. If San could hide his capacity for that from you, what else could he be capable of without you knowing?

Clearly, he’s an important member of the cult. He’s important to Hongjoong (arguably, considering he apparently wants him dead) and has a rather… disturbing position. San is clearly able to do a lot of things you would consider morally reprehensible with ease… as little as you enjoy that.

But, seriously, physical violence? That’s so different from what you’ve seen from him in the past.

And, thinking back to what was said… what did Mingi mean about San’s involvement yesterday? He can’t blame San for helping you, can he? For helping Haseul? That’s a good thing that San did, even, if, ultimately, it failed. Haseul may still be locked up in a room, but that’s better than her being dead. It’s better than knowing that you did nothing to try and save her. Mingi must see that, too, right? Unless he genuinely thinks that it is a good thing for another one of your friends to be locked up here, which, you suppose, is a possibility.

And, Christ, the way San was speaking to Mingi? You’ve never heard such, such awful things from him. There was malice in everything that he said, like he knew just the right things to say to push Mingi’s buttons. Using his feelings for you was low, and calling him pathetic… God, it’s just so weird to hear your San say things like that. Everyone has a mean side to them, a defensive one, but seeing San’s is just so shocking.

He’s so vulnerable with you, so gentle and so kind. To know that he has the exact opposite persona lurking inside of him as well…

It’s not exactly comforting.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

When you reach your apartment, you move to head toward the bedroom right away, but San catches you before you can get far, his hand gently grabbing your wrist. “Can I apologize? Or, or explain? Please?”

You pause, letting him keep his hand on you. As petty as you feel, and as much as you’d like to just ignore him until he learns his lesson… that’s not how adults do things. Especially not adults that live together.

Sighing, you turn back towards him, nodding slowly.

He also sighs, though in relief, gently guiding you toward the couch. You both sit down, and San takes his hand away from you rather than keeping a hold.

You wait for him to start, given that he’s the one that wants to explain.

It takes a few minutes, but he finally does. “I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, that’s what this boils down to.”

You blink, waiting for more.

“There isn’t an excuse for, for what I did. I shouldn’t have touched him, but, (Y/n), the way he was speaking to you? Talking about us? Accusing me of terrible, horrible things? I couldn’t just take that. I can forget my own pride, but I couldn’t let him hurt you.”

Yeah, you’re sure that pride has absolutely nothing to do with this.

“Say something, please?” His eyes sparkle, and you can’t believe that he’s about to be the third man to cry in front of you today.

You would, but you honestly have no idea what to say. What is there to say when your cult-sponsored fake-boyfriend gets into a physical fight with your lost best friend who also happens to be in love with you? Like, that’s not really something that happens very often.

“I guess I can understand where you’re coming from,” is what you settle on, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back into the couch, “but I still think you acted completely inappropriately, San. When someone is accusing you of being a bad person, its pretty bold to go ahead and prove them right while trying to prove them wrong.”

San looks down at his hands, his voice cracking, “you think I’m a bad person?”

Deep breaths, (Y/n). Deep breaths.

“That’s not what I meant, San.”

He starts shaking, and oh, God, you’ve done it now. You do feel bad as he starts whimpering, his hands coming up to shield his face from you.

“But I am, (Y/n), I am a bad person,” he sobs, “Mingi was right, you’re right, you shouldn’t like me. I’m the reason you’re here, and I’m the reason you’re going through all of this, and I did stalk you guys, and last night and, and—”

Your heart does, perhaps, shatter a little bit upon hearing this. You had wanted to stay strong (angry), but how can you do that when San is weeping in front of you like this?

Reaching out to him, you wrap an arm around his shoulders to pull him into you. He rests his face in the crook of your neck, quickly folding his arms around you and squeezing you tight to him.

“San, I’m not angry with you for what you did before you met me, you have to know that.” You curl a hand into his hair, playing with the longer strands at the back of his neck. “And what happened last night— it really isn’t your fault.”

“You really don’t blame me? For any of it?” He whines, and you can envision the pout on his face without needing to see it. "You're too good to me, I don’t deserve your kindness.”

He might have you with that one, honestly. But you're not going to agree with him, not when he's like this. Maybe if you were a little bit more pissed off.

Instead, you try to keep comforting him, "I'm the one that doesn't deserve you, San. The things you've done for me since we've gotten to know each other… I can never thank you enough." He sighs as you continue running your fingers through his hair. "Even if you've done wrong, that doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone makes mistakes; it's what we do in the present that matters."

A few minutes go by in silence, but you don't mind. San calms himself down, though you're sure that you're helping, too. He doesn't move from his spot in your arms, though, keeping his own firmly around you as well.

"I should apologize to Mingi, shouldn't I?"

You chuckle, thinking it over. "Probably. But not when I'm there.”

“Probably not,” he mumbles into your neck, pressing a kiss where his lips happen to land.

.・。.・゜✭ ⧖ ・.・ ⧖ ✫・゜・。.

San is positively delighted that you suggested he apologize to Mingi without you present.

A conversation between the two of them is long overdue, and he doesn’t need you to know everything that he has to say to Mingi.

So, he takes his opportunity during dinner, leaving you with Seonghwa (no matter how wide your eyes get or how betrayed you look) to go off and find Mingi.

He’s still opting to take his meals in his room, which San finds very convenient. It’s possible that Yunho will be there when he arrives, which would make things a little bit more complicated, but he’s still resolved to have this conversation.

San knocks on Mingi’s door, and, when he opens it, his shock is evident on his face, “can I help you?”

San nods, peeking past him into his room, “are you alone? Can I keep you company?”

Mingi blinks down at him, scoffing. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

He shrugs, “a bit.” San shoves past Mingi to get into his room, not even flinching when Mingi slams the door shut behind himself. “Do me a favor and tell (Y/n) I apologized to you.”

Mingi crosses his arms over his chest, “why the hell would I lie for you?”

“I’m sorry.” San smiles, “there, not a lie.”

“San, just tell me why you’re really here so that I can go back to eating my soup in peace.” Mingi points at the still steaming bowl of soup sitting on his desk. Ugh, San is so glad that he doesn’t live in one of these tiny rooms anymore. He’d go crazy.

San clenches his jaw, giving Mingi a once over. He hadn’t planned exactly what he was going to say, which probably would’ve made this a lot easier. But maybe it’ll be more fun like this.

“I just want to make sure that you’re not going to keep trying to give (Y/n) the wrong idea about me.”

Mingi scoffs, “if anything, I’m giving her the right idea about you. You really are a manipulative bastard, you know that, right?”

He shrugs his shoulders in response, “you’re free to think that way. But it’s not the truth. I genuinely care about her, you know.”

Mingi rolls his eyes, a single laugh leaving him, “well I feel the same way. And I’m not going to let you hurt her.”

“Why would I want to hurt her, Mingi? What could I possibly gain from that?”

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, San.” Mingi uncrosses his arms, clenching his fists at his sides, “but I don’t want you dragging her into it.”

San laughs, gesturing around Mingi’s room, “she’s already in it! You made sure of that, might I remind you?”

Mingi looks perplexed, “excuse me? You are the one that brought her here, not me.”

“You don’t feel bad? That she came looking for you?”

“As if Hongjoong wouldn’t have found a way for you to get her, anyways.” Mingi frowns, “I’m not stupid. I know that she was the one he was after when he Chose me, that I was the bait for her. She was always going to end up here.”

San tilts his head, “wow, maybe you are smarter than you look.”

Before Mingi can get another word in, though, San is starting again. “Since you’re so smart, Mingi, I should only have to say this once. Leave (Y/n) alone, especially when it comes to the matter of my relationship with her. Truly, it’s none of your business, and it makes her upset to have to choose between the two of us.”

Mingi stares blankly back at San.

“And another thing, about Haseul— you should know to not bring that situation up in front of her. I’ll let it go this time, but if I hear about it again, I’ll report it to Hongjoong.”

He scoffs, “scared that she’ll find out what you did?”

“I didn’t do anything to Haseul,” San shrugs again, “you’re the one that handed her over to me, anyways. Don’t you think that you’re in the same position as me?”

“I wouldn’t have given her to you if Hongjoong hadn’t told me to,”

“And I wouldn’t have taken her if he hadn’t told me the same.” San smiles sarcastically, “it seems we’re in agreement, then.”

Mingi would beg to differ, but he’s really not in the mood for another argument. And his soup is getting cold. “I won’t mention Haseul to her again, and I’ll try to believe that you genuinely care for her. But I won’t trust you implicitly. And, if she ever comes to me, crying because of you, I will kill you.”

San sticks his hand out, “promise?”

Mingi takes it, shaking his hand, “promise.”

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