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scream your heart out (m)

🔪pairing: fem!reader x seventeen (???) 🔪genre: horror, slasher, smut 🔪tags: DISCLAIMIER!!! MAY NOT SUIT MOST AUDIENCES, Graphic sexual and violent imagery color coded in pink, abrupt changes in text color, features/mentions members (Chan, Seungkwan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Seungcheol, Seokmin, Junhui, Soonyoung, Joshua), established relationships, scream au!seventeen, Hybristophilia, erotophonophilia, homicidophilia, graphic images, mention panic attacks, smoking, mentions disfigurement of faces, severed body parts, knives, guns, threatening phone calls, face masks (horror), knife wielding, blood, gore, death/murder, knife play, bloody handjobs, cum mixing with blood, consensual sex but nonconsensual murder, HONESTLY SOME REALLY FUCKED UP SHIT AND IM SORRY BUT YALL SHOULD BE READING THE WARNINGS, sexual innuendos, kitchen sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, cream pies, cuck! (??) member, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, PLS LET ME KNOW IF IM MISSING ANYTHING PLS 🔪word count: 6.8k 🔪summary: you and your friends get caught up in a classic horror slasher movie, only it's in real life. Now you're off to fend for yourselves in Seungcheol's million dollar home. The question is, did you keep them out, or did you just lock them in? 🔪author note: thank you @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for beta reading for me <3. here's some of their notes “I’m scratching my face to not fucking scream” “WELL SHIT BRO WHAT THE FUCK” -Zeta “It definitely does capture that slasher essence” -SJ this was so fun yet mind numbing to write but this is way more extreme than anything I’ve ever written like I lost a lot of sanity writing this. FR one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever written. I hope it was worth it. ENJOY EVERYONE and even tho it came out late HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Ever since the murders over a week ago, everyone in town has been on edge. All including the individuals most closely involved.

You had lost three core members of your eight.

Joshua, someone you’ve known since grade school who was sliced open from the back before being stabbed 8 times to the point of excessive bleeding. He had just gone out to walk his dog, the poor creature being the only reason they found his body at all. If not for the dog’s bloody paws, and the trail of blood they left behind finding help, Joshua’s cadaver would’ve lost deep in the woods.

And then Chan, your long-time boyfriend, was stabbed fifteen times in the chest. His face was so disfigured from obvious violence and what looked to be burn scars, that he was practically unrecognizable if not for the fact he died in his own home. Police are still looking for his severed arms and legs to this day with no luck.

And finally, Seungkwan, who hadn’t died but lost to the paranoia festering in his blood like a disease. That caused him to take the train to the furthest destination possible to attempt to escape death if at all possible, leaving the rest of you with only the reassuring texts he left in his wake.

All that was left was you, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Wonwoo; the core five.

“Okay, absolutely no one is leaving this house for the time being. Until the psycho is caught behind bars, dead, or whatever the fuck! We’re safe here.”

Seungcheol, the eldest, did just as expected: contacted the rest of you into a personal prison. Luckily, he was loaded. The prison happened to be six thousand square feet of space with countless rooms, amenities, and a housekeeper to boot. From the looks of it, it’s paradise, but it’s definitely a prison.

“Holy shit, you have an indoor basketball court?”

A prison with an indoor basketball court. And a pool apparently.

Seokmin wasted no time to enjoy these features, breaking out of his clothes and cannonballing in his underwear. If you knew any better, Seokmin didn’t even look like he went through any trauma at all. It looked like every other day for him.

“There's a murderer and you’re doing butterfly strokes?” You asked, baffled.

The golden man scoffed, reaching the edge of the pool and resting against it with his forearms. “What am I gonna do? Wallow, crying to my mom, worrying about dying, and not taking advantage of this gorgeous mansion we’re staying in?”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” Seungcheol grinned.

Seokmin winked back at him, “Of course, daddy.”

“How are you both so unserious about all this?”

Wonwoo left a kind hand against your shoulder, looking back at you with warm eyes and a small smile. “They’re grieving. Just in their own way.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “They’re being ridiculous. We shouldn’t be here. We need to be at the police station or something.”

“You were there when I got the call. The creepy voice said no police or you all die. Remember?”

You shuddered, hands over your sides to relieve your chilled skin. “Of course I do, but we’re sitting ducks here. This isn’t any better. We need protection.”

It was Seungcheol’s turn to scoff then. He strutted in front of you, flaunting his wing span before flexing his arms and then crossing them over his chest. “Well, you have me.”

“And me,” Seokmin joined. “Pure muscle right here.”

“Maybe pure laughing gas, not sure about muscle. We’re actually living in a horror movie right now and you’re all making jokes.”

“Hey,” Wonwoo stroked your head as his soothingly deep voice serenaded you, “Don’t say that. We’ll make it out of here.”

His arms come around you, forearms pressed against your collarbones, and his chin crooked over your shoulder. “You have me too. I would run through that knife before it could get to you.”

You genuinely smile for the first time being there, your hand stroking over his embrace. Wonwoo delicately kissed the temple of your forehead, reminding you what it was like to be constantly adored.

You were grateful for what he had become in your life. Wonwoo had kept you company in your time of need. In the absence of Chan. He had come to your house with whatever he thought you might need, lent you his shoulder that you could cry on, lent his ears so that he could listen, lent his body that you could heal. In more ways than one.

“You’re right. You are.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his body and meeting his eyes framed in specs of hard plastic. “You’re the first person I can sacrifice if we face them head to head.”

He mused at you. “Ooh, now look who’s pulling jokes.”

“Who said I was joking?”

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Minghao commented coming through the back door. “Horror movie rules: they get killed while having sex.”

You punched the new face right in the arm, watching him scurry away to your other friends laughing.

“Not funny, Hao.”

Minghao sneers at you, a jester smile still on his face. “Ease up, princess. Wonwoo, watch your girl.”

“Only because she’s so pretty to look at,” he briefly grinned down at you before directing his attention to Minghao sternly, “but come on. We’re all a little psyched right now. Cool it with the murder talk. Alright?”

Wonwoo pulled you aside into the dining area, ignoring the careless laughter outside. His thumb stroked against your knuckles, lips pressing sweetly against your cheeks. His grin sunk deeper in his cheeks the further he made it past your jaw and then down your neck. He felt your throat vibrate against his lips. “Wonwoo…”

“I can’t have all these guys get you heated like this. That’s my job,” he teased with a rasp.

You slightly pushed him off, your arms swung over his shoulders. “You’re so ridiculous right now.”

“Anything to put that smile on your face.”

His lips reconnected with your neck, nipping at your skin. His humming sent tingles down your spine, and he took your body to press you against the side of the counter. Your hands grasped his baggy shirt, lip close to his ear, fanning your breath against his face. You smiled like a girl in love. Obsessed. “Daddy…”

“I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled, just as love-struck, if not more. Your giggles brought out the pink on Wonwoo’s ears and cheeks while tightening the groin of his pants. You noticed immediately, cupping it in your palm, and running your finger along the seam. Your eyes skimmed over his taken expression, leaning your full weight into him. “I know there’s something else you really love.”

“Do you now?”

You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “But do you really want to do it here? Risk getting caught?”

He leaned into your touch, allowing your fingers to take apart his pants. “Try new things right? Like you always say. Plus you’re scared. Gonna turn that fear into pleasure. Make you feel good, just what my baby deserves.”

“You're so good to me, Daddy,” you moaned.

His hand finds the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to expose yourself to the cold air. He fingered through your panties and slid two digits through your folds. He felt your breath hitch as he squeezed your clit, eliciting your soft whines. “You’re so wet down there, baby.”

“Just waiting for daddy to fuck me where anyone can find us and watch.”

Wonwoo eagerly pulled down his pants, kicking them and yours aside, but not without pocketing your underwear. He lifted you up slightly from the ground, his exposed cock hitting at your hip. “Look what you do to me.”

Your throat went dry at the sight of him, hand aching to wrap your hand around his girth and have him shoved inside you.

He didn’t let you wait a second long, and pushed in slowly inch by inch, burying himself in your pussy until he was nearly balls deep. You grasped his shoulder in a gasp, savoring the fire burning in your stomach. The girth of his cock stretched your molten walls, allowing them to melt all around his cock as he spread your legs. You writhe in his embrace, your limbs closing around his lean and toned build, already blissful from the few seconds of him being inside you.

Wonwoo’s words kissed your lips, flushed your skin, and left a permanent smile on your face. It swelled pride in his chest, better than any physical trophy would have. His hips slowly rolled against yours, letting you adjust to his size. He massaged the flesh of your side through his fingers, mentally reassuring himself you were his and his alone, but his names on your lips became more than proof.

Your hips buckled towards him in heat, matching his pace before the carnal side of him decided to fuck you like an animal. His cock then plunged sharply inside you, and then again, a whimper coming out of your lips. Your hips stuttered the harder he pounded, arching your back, you felt his hand above your ass, pushing you against him.

“Daddy…”

He lost control when it came to you, addicted—religious—the second your body came in contact with his. He loved how your fingers ran through his hair, not caring how his glasses fell off his face in the process. With drool out of the corner of his lips, he could feel the blood rush up to the surface of your skin, making him feel warm at home inside you. Throbbing, he only got harder feeling how perfectly snug you were, pricking his clammy skin with goosebumps as he bottomed out.

“You’re sopping, precious,” he murmured with a sly grin.

He had you begging, flustered, and beautiful. Your hand clasped his face as your other arm looped around his neck, swallowing his lips, anxious and thirsty for his breath. You craved every part of him viscerally. “Cum in me, daddy. Please…”

He scoffed, lips ghosting over yours. “Will you take every bit of daddy’s cum, hmm? Hold my cum inside you.”

You nodded gingerly. “Yes, yes. I promise, daddy. Give it to me please, I want you to spill your cum inside me and make me yours…”

“Hold on to me.”

You obliged, met with the hot stream of his climax, yours quick to follow. He embraced your sides, devouring your lips and muffling your whines. His loads pumped into you in erratic thrusts, fucking his cum back into you and making sure you drained him of every ounce. His fingers dug into your flesh, feeling you just come apart for him, undoing the tension that festered earlier.

But that tension was needed. It was necessary to survive. Everyone let themselves forget the current predicament, basking in the glow of the sunset until dinner time arrived. Despite the housekeeper that supposedly exists, she hadn’t been around since all of you stepped foot in the house, like a ghost presence. Seungcheol scrambled to find her—reminding you of his peculiar obsession with the woman—as he wondered when dinner would be ready since a rise in temperature or a savory scent couldn’t be found in the kitchen.

“That’s strange. She’d be finished with a whole chicken by now,” the homeowner commented, noticeably picking his nails.

“Aww,” Seokmin groaned, “Well, is there anything else to eat?”

“I mean…you can look around.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief. “This is your house. You don’t know what you have in your own house?”

“You try navigating a five-story home with countless cabinets!”

“Buy a smaller house, you prick!”

“Guys!” Minghao chimed in. “Breathe in…and out. We’ll just find food. Seungcheol, your maid, your house, your search. She’s probably fine.”

Your hands slammed against those pristine marble counters. “We are NOT splitting up right now. This is what the killer wants. She’s probably already dead and we’re fucked.”

Wonwoo came to your side, laying a cool calm over your shoulder, and rubbed your sides. You let yourself melt in his touch, his sweet voice soothing you effectively.

Seokmin sat up from his stool, “Okay, okay. I will help Seungcheol and you guys stick together.”

“That’s still splitting up!”

“Better than alone.” Seungcheol rebutted. “You guys stay.”

Despite your protests, they went on their search. Your head banged against Wonwoo’s chest, muttering in anguish about how everything was going wrong and that it’d only get worse. Meanwhile, Minghao seemed to regain some of that tension but masked the fear with the bright light of his phone, scrolling through TikTok. You didn’t know what was more annoying, sensation of imminent death possibly behind any door, or the same five songs replaying on Minghao’s feed.

After 15 minutes when they were nowhere to be seen, your patience had run thin. You picked yourself up from Wonwoo’s lap and dusted yourself off. “Fuck this. We’re finding them.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, a concerned glow in his gaze. “Babe, hey. They’ve got it. Trust them.”

“Wonwoo, you know I can’t do that. Let’s just find them, hmm? Together?”

“Not a bad idea,” Minghao agreed. “Better in groups right? We go together, eliminate us as any potential suspects.”

Your boyfriend sighed, collected your hand, and laced his fingers through yours. “Fine.”

You were all joined together by the hip, making sure you were each other's sights. Through the wider than wingspan hallways, past the ridiculously expensive sculptures, you kept your eyes out for your estranged friends. Silence couldn’t have been more loud in these cavernous spaces, only hearing the gut feelings in your stomachs that’s churned in trepidation. Every step taken was the group closing in on the killer.

Fortitude meant nothing if the danger was already inside.

Before turning around the corner, Minghao—reluctant to lead the group—crashed into a human-sized obstacle, causing the stumble of your entire party. You all faced a wide-eyed Seungcheol with the missing young housekeeper walking hand in hand with him. Suspicious, but besides the point.

“Holy shit, we said we’d come back!”

“It’s been 20 minutes, Cheol! You guys could’ve been dead for all we know.” You retorted.

“Wait, where’s Seokmin?” Wonwoo asked, noticing he didn’t see him nearby.

“He went ahead. He needed to piss or something and meet up later.”

“You idiot.” Your eyes burned a frustrated rage. “I said don't split up. DON’T SPLIT UP! That’s the number one rule of horror movies. You’re going get us fucking killed. He could be the murderer for all we know.”

Seungcheol scoffed, shaking his head. “Seokmin? No way. He’s the last person to even think to do that.”

“Well, do you see him? No! Probably he’s off someone being Ghostface reject with his stupid little voice modulator and cheap party city costume.”

“I told you—“ Before he could finish, his phone went off in the nick of time. When he pulled it out to saw Seokmin’s caller ID on display and the owner of the device wouldn’t help but smile. “See the bastard is even calling.”

He picked up and put him on speaker, eyeing you cheekily, amped to prove you wrong. “Seok, you little shit. How long does it take to piss, huh? Just say you wanted to take a dump.”

“Oh yeah, I took the shittiest, stinkiest, fattest dump. You could probably smell all the way from the other end of the hall.”

Instead of Seokmin on the other line, all of you were met with the eerie voice that had called you multiple times before. The voice that felt like spiders crawling up your legs. The voice that had you second guess whether you locked the front and the back door. The voice whose owner had killed countless people already.

Seungcheol held the phone in a vice grip swallowing, fear stilling in his unsteady eyes. “You—Where the fuck is Seokmin, you son of a bitch?”

The morphed voice on the other end laughed, sounding bone chilling as nails against a blackboard. “What’s to say? Why don’t we play a little game to find out?”

“Mother fu—“You grabbed the phone from Seungcheol to answer in his place, cutting the older man off. “Why go through with this?”

“Why, I just want to help you find your beloved friend. All out of the kindness of my heart.”

“If it was all kindness, you could tell us where he is.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Psycho,” Minghao muttered under his breath, eyes wide in shock and fear, as if registering the idea of death for the first time.

“And if we refuse?” Wonwoo interjected.

“Seokmin dies, rock for brains,” Seungcheol gritted.

“Ding, ding, ding. Or should I say, chop, chop, chop, since that’s what'll happen if you get any of my questions wrong.”

You scoffed, coming down the stairs with your friends to follow. “Have at it then, you freak.”

“Hey, hey, play nice. Maybe I’ll get too excited and decide to cut him up early.”

Seungcheol glared at you briefly before taking back the phone, storming down the stairs, and reaching the ground floor. “Ask away, as long as Seokmin is safe.”

“First an easy one. What’s your favorite scary movie, Seungcheol?”

His feet stopped at the end of the couch in his living room, stammering to answer. “What kind of fucking question—uh, The Ring?”

“Don’t lie to your friends, Seungcheol. You know that’s not the answer, that’s just what you say to anyone that asks. Say the real answer.”

“That’s the movie though!” he started to shout, visibly shaking.

“Just say it, Cheol!” Minghao pushed.

“Stop playing around Choi Seungcheol! Just say it,” You joined.

“Fine!” He faced the friends, evidently swallowing his pride as he choked up on his answer. “I never watched a goddamn scary movie! Is that what you want to hear? I get panic attacks every time I hear one in the background, why do you I’m always going off smoking when you guys put one on,” he confessed through his tears.

“Congratulations. Your first right answer. Now was that so hard? Pussy boy?”

“Fuck you,” Seungcheol sputtered, tossing the phone back to you.

“Next question. ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,’ Leatherface is known for wearing a mask when it was in fact several. How many and what were they in the original movie?”

“Who the fuck would know an answer like that?” Minghao croaked in disbelief.

“Three. A ‘Killing Mask’, an ‘Old Lady Mask’ and a ‘Pretty Woman Mask.’” Wonwoo calmly answers, garnering horrified looks all around. “I wanted to be a filmmaker, remember?”

“Correct. Next question. What Was Freddy Krueger's serial killer nickname before he died?”

“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” you said slightly panicked, “Wonwoo?”

“The Springwood slasher.”

“Wow, Another amazingly correct answer. Hold on to that one, Y/n. He’s a keeper. He’s smart and fucks your brains out to the point of you screaming bloody murder? What a catch.”

You didn’t respond, impatience seething on the tip of your tongue, “Just tell us where this is all going.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Last question. What exact kind of knife does Ghostface use in the Stab movies? Here’s a hint: it’s the same one I’m holding in my hand against Seokmin’s throat. (Help me please...)”

“S-Seok.” Seungcheol gasped.

Seokmin’s voice could barely be heard on the other end, weak and afraid, only staggering breaths audible.

“Wonwoo, please,” Seungcheol begged, tears falling past his neck. “He’s our best friend.”

Wonwoo swallowed, gears visibly creaking in his head, “I know he uses a hunting knife, b-but—“

“Oh…” the voice cooed, “Well, that’s just not enough, is it? Seokminnie, say goodbye to your friends (Please, no…).”

“Seokmin!”

“Wait!” You barged, clutching the phone to the point of it almost bending. “A modified Buck 120. I remember now. It’s coming back to me. Now, let Seokmin go!”

The line went dead and in turn, light cast in the evening darkness of the poolside. All your eyes shot back at the change of light, startled at the sight in front of them. Seokmin was seated in a chair, bruises against his sides, bleeding from the splices on his forearms, and duct tape over his mouth. Yet the most frightening part was his closed eyes.

“Seokmin!”

You all rushed towards him, swinging the porch door in a panic. Seungcheol tried slapping him awake, pleading he’d be alive. “Seokmin please, please, wake up…

The poor victim's eyes start to flicker open, mumbling through the adhesive over his lips.

“Buddy,” Seungcheol ripped the duct tape clean off him, his ear coming up to his friend’s lips. “Speak to me…”

Seokmin’s voice came out in croaks, hardly incoherently, all except, “Be…hind…”

Minghao spat up blood, doubled over as Ghostface was revealed right behind him, and fell right into the pool. You and the housekeeper both let out a blood-curdling scream. The masked intruder wiped off the blood using his black rope, anticipating a lunge towards their next victim.

“Run,” Wonwoo breathed out.

He took your hand and ran with it. Taking a second to look back, you see Seungcheol and the housekeeper try to escape similarly before she was tugged right back towards the killer and she was stabbed right in front of him five times, each one faster than the last, having the poor Seungcheol paralyzed and fallen on his knees. The sounds of suffering were loud enough to hear throughout the neighborhood.

Wonwoo dragged you back upstairs, his survival instinct telling him to seek haven high and far up the house.

“You left them there to die,” You proclaimed.

“He said he could manage it. You’re more important.”

“You actually believe that? Ghostface snuck up on Minghao with neither of us looking!”

“We’re going to have to. Secungcheol can handle himself.”

Finally, he finds the room, closing the door behind him and pushing heavy furniture in front of it for more time to stall. “We’ll be ok for a little bit here. Let’s look for weapons.”

He started rummaging through drawers, looking for anything strap, blunt, heavy, anything worth using. He was red in the face, sweat drenching his entire body. The only thing running through his mind was keeping you, the most important person in his life, safe.

“Wonwoo, I don’t know if we’re going to find anything. Fuck. I’m so scared right now.”

He recognized the panic in your eyes, the bounce in your step, and the quiver in your voice. “Hey, hey, baby. Look at me.” He grasped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I’m here, hmm.” He kissed your closed eyes. “You’re alright.”

Then your tempered cheeks. “We’ll get through this.”

The tip of your nose. “I love you like hell.”

Finally your trembling lips. “I’ll keep you alive.”

“Promise?” You managed to breathe out.

“Scouts honor.”

The banging resonated from outside the locked door, only getting louder and closer every passing second as if teasing you to death. You shook in Wonwoo’s embrace, burying your face in his chest. “I don’t want to die here, baby.”

“You won’t. Not with me.” One arm wrapped around your body, and another had his fingers locked around the base of a lamp, tugging it from the outlet. Pitch darkness joined you, only having to rely on the dim-lit sky through the peek of the windows.

Whomever on the other side cracked through the wood of the door, breaking it piece by piece as it fell to the ground, knocking over the dresser that blocked

“Shit, shit, shit.” Wonwoo pushed you behind him.

Finally, your barrier came down with a final kick, rendering it useless. Wonwoo let out a battle cry, charging at them with the lamp above his head. He swung his weapon while Ghostface swung theirs, both missing simultaneously. Gritting his teeth, Wonwoo pulled forward, aiming for the head.

They crash against the wall in the process, but not without mutilating the midsection of Wonwoo’s stomach. The visually impaired man fell back to the ground, groaning in agony as he clutched his stomach, while blood trickled through his fingers. “Mother fucker...”

Wonwoo’s vision started to fight against him with the loss of his glasses, dimming images before him, and slowly processing the murderous figure trodding before him. Wonwoo’s determination picked him right back up slowly, picking up his lamp once again, trying to take another move toward the perpetrator. And by pure luck, the lamp crashed against the crown of their head.

Ghostface stumbled back, quick to recover but visibly agitated. Soon enough, they plunged the full length of the knife right into Wonwoo’s gut, sticking it deep and long before kicking him off of it. Wonwoo lands on the hardwood, blood gushing out of him like a public water fountain. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Wonwoo!” You come by his side, clutching at his wound desperately. “No, no, no.”

The sinister figure approached once more, hand creeping against the edge before he pulled it over and off his head. His eyes stared back at you both maniacally. His grin stretched from both ends freakishly before overtaking in deep chuckles. “Happy to see me?”

“…C-Chan?” Wonwoo managed to gasp.

“Hi, bestie.” His signature smile, once warm and inviting, reflected horrifyingly as if out of a film, one with too much bloodshed and betrayal to imagine. “Well, didn’t think you’d see me again, huh?”

“Chan, what the fuck?” You screeched.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” Wonwoo voiced panic-stricken. “What, how?”

One foot over the other, Chan carried himself with conviction, ease, and the confidence of a man who slaughtered countless amounts of people.

“You guys don't know how easy it is to fake my death. I was surprised by how incredibly stupid police officers are. Find a body that’s my height, my build, cut off their hands and arms to not get their fingerprints, singe their skin and face to the point of unrecognition, and plant them in your own home. I’m a fucking genius.”

“S-Seungkwan,” Wonwoo wept, his adam’s apple, “You actually—”

“It was beautiful. Masterful.”

“Why?” Wonwoo stammered. “Your best friend—“

“He was an imbecile. Weak. All bark and no bite. You will never understand how good it felt to stick the knife inside him and watch the blood burst off of him like a sprinkler. Like the knife going in and out of him surged power throughout my entire body. So, I kept doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. AND DOING IT.”

His smile. That violating smile.

You sobbed, covering Wonwoo’s wound with your hands. “Y-you monster.”

“This was all just fun for you?” Wonwoo bared his teeth. “You get your kicks from lying, deceiving, stabbing your friends? You think you’re some Billy Loomis?”

“Of course I have fun. I had lots of fun. We had so much fucking fun.”

“We?” Wonwoo repeated.

“What the fuck do you mean we?” You asked horrified.

Chan started to chuckle to himself, chest heaving exuberantly before he stood completely still. Dreadfully still.

“Well, I'm not the one that killed Joshua, am I?”

A million guesses ran through Wonwoo’s brain. None made sense the more he thought about it. “Your Stu Macher? Seokmin…Seungcheol…?”

Your eyes turned to him fearful, before it melted into something else, something familiar. Something terrifying. “No…” your lips drew close to his ear. “Me…”

Your hands squeezed around his wound, gripping, earning his moans of anguish, screaming at you to stop, before you retrieved the knife hidden behind your boot and drove it into his shoulder. Wonwoo let out the loudest scream he could ever muster, feeling the blade sharply cut his nerve whilst pain shot into his chest. He tapped his heel incessantly on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, looking at you in disbelief, overcome with hurt.

“And he was a good fuck too until the knife I put through his back made him scream like a little bitch.”

You pulled out the knife from him, seeing how the pain he felt in his body only complimented the suffering pooling in his heart, his mind, his soul. His lips quivered in your direction, sucking in his breath. “Y/n…Why?”

You simply shrugged. “Why does anyone kill these days? They’re bored, daddy. Same reason why things can change in the bedroom, to spice things up. The flavor of life is murder now, darling.”

“You’re killing people.”

You drove the knife one more time into his thigh, savoring his scream of agony. “And we’re more alive than we ever have been,” you said, twisting the knife before pulling it out.

You walked toward Chan, helping him pull off his robe. “And so is our sex life.”

“So, Junhui, Soonyoung…Joshua, and even Seungkwan.” Wonwoo asked, catching his breath.

“Every. single. one,” You chuckled. “Draining their cum out of like having a second puberty until life is literally drained out of their bodies. What a bunch of pussy boys. So obsessed with sex, they didn’t see the knife coming their way.”

Your hand reached for the ottoman and pushed Chan there to be seated, underdressed in the black tank top and black jeans he hid underneath with his momentarily abandoned bloody knife at his side. You unbuckled his pants single-handedly, your knife still in your other hand. “And Chan just gets so fucking hard with all the bloodshed. Like a bloodthirsty animal.”

“You just look so fucking sexy with blood on your hands,” Chan moaned, “Touch me how I like it, baby.”

“Mmh, my pleasure.” Your hand used the blood covering it as a morbid form of lube, closing around the girth of his cock to squeeze and lightly stroking it from base to tip, softly thumbing over the small slit on top.

His stomach flexed, bucking his hips in your direction as he bit down on his bottom lip, beaming like a child on Christmas. Horny for your touch, Chan couldn’t help but squirm in his seat, warning up to your touch. He was absolutely growing at a rapid pace. “Like that baby, like that.”

“That feel good, daddy? You like how the blood is covering your entire cock? Seokmin’s blood, Minghao’s blood, Seungcheol’s blood? Wonwoo’s blood?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“You two,” Wonwoo’s shock couldn’t stagger from the scene in front of him, unable to process all this information at once.

“You’re massaging our friends into my cock so good, baby.”

“Yeah?” You traced your fingers over the details of his shaft, your nails prodding at the veins as your hand slowly picked up pace. You rolled him in your fist, letting him rut in your defiled hand as he moaned your name like an animal in heat. “I’m getting so wet watching fuck in my hand covered in blood. You’re just a sick lunatic obsessed with killing your friends and fucking my sweet pussy. I love that about you, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he screamed, hands gripping the ottoman in restraint, brimming with passion, “Wanna mix Wonwoo’s cum you kept inside you with the blood. Sit that sweet pussy on my cock for me, lover.”

You nodded invitingly, not missing a beat. You never did replace the underwear from before, making it easy to remove your shorts and sliding him inside your warm walls, massaging his length as you rolled your hips against his. You held the knife you still had in a death grip, stabling against the reliability of Chan’s shoulders. You mumble his name pleased, arching your back as you grinded down on his lap. “Your cock feels so good covered in blood, daddy.”

“Your pussy feels even better knowing how much fun you had stabbing Wonwoo for me.”

“Of course, daddy.” You turned to the body mutilated and defenseless on the ground, grinning as Wonwoo was forced to watch. “That look good, Daddy Wonwoo?” Your ass bounced purposely in Chan’s lap, the jiggle showing off the splatter of blood left from the handjob.

Everything in Wonwoo told him to look away but he couldn’t, like a train wreck or a car crash, he couldn’t part with the mess of a situation he was witnessing. He wasn't sure what this meant for him, mentally nor physically.

“You like watching Chan fuck me, Daddy? His bloody dirty cock fucking me like you did a hour ago, fucking me like a nasty little whore.”

He hissed through his teeth, right the strange feeling surging in his pain-stricken body, “Shut…the fuck up.”

You laughed obnoxiously. “You love it. You love being a little cuck, watching other guys fuck my pussy. As if you hadn’t peeped on me and Chan fucking when he wasn’t ‘dead’.”

“It’s not true, you bitch.” The twitch in his trousers told him otherwise.

“You’re such a liar a dirty, dirty liar like I’m a dirty, dirty fucking whore.” You groaned loudly taking Chan’s cock, bouncing against his lap as you felt him pulse around your walls.

“That’s right baby take my cock.” Chan’s hand came over your bare cheeks, striking them with his full palms while his hips jerked up your body. “Taking the murder fueled, hard fucking cock.”

“Daddy, your cock is making me so fucking wet, stretching my pussy the way you sliced open our friends,” You growled.

“Fuck you’re such a little succubus, baby. Bouncing on my cock, coating yourself in blood. And I’ll kill more and more for you. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Yeah,” You began slowing your pace, drinking in his every word. “You’d do anything for me?”

“I’d kill the entire human population for you.”

That left you smiling from ear to ear, the tension coiling in your stomach. Your chest pressed against his, pushing against his thrusts. “Yeah? Would you cum in me, Daddy? Mix our dirty mess inside me. Let me take your cum, daddy.”

“I’ll let you drain me of every drop, my little psychopath.”

“Cum daddy cum, make me full and breed me with our homicidal baby daddy. Make you a real daddy.”

Chan shuddered, overwhelmed with immense arousal. His hips found life of their own, hammering into you at top speed, and watching the pleasure morph on your face and the staccato rhythm of your breath leave your lips, all while the load threatened to burst out of his sack. “I’m cumming, baby, all for you, ah—“ then it exploded inside you. His cum launched out of his cock like a hose, he painted your wall in milky white, turning pink as it seeped out of you.

“I’m so close, daddy…”

Chan threw his head back to catch his breath, hands possessively finding purchases on your hips. “That’s it, baby. cum for daddy.”

“I’m cuming daddy, I’m—“ You gripped your knife, taking Chan’s abandoned one before plunging both in his head. His smile dropped, a small and weak, “baby” leaving his sweet lips before spitting up blood on your chest and he fell limp.

You didn’t stop, however, given the fact that your orgasm had just arrived the mere second Chan tasted metal in his mouth. Your moans could’ve been mistaken for anguish if not for the smile on your savage face. “I’m cumming all over your cock, Daddy, fuck! You’re so good to me, you do so much for me. I love you so much. Hitting my spot even in death.”

The wave of climax finally started to fade, unlike your smile, wretched and demonic. “Thank you for your sacrifice, Daddy. I’ll miss you so much.” You kissed deceased Chan’s lips, coming down from him, and fixing his pants before fixing his pants before pulling your shorts back on your body.

“Y/n…what the fuck?”

Watching you pull the knives out of Chan’s head, Wonwoo's expression was a mix of confusion and horror, struggling to back away as you approached him calmly, almost serenely.

“Chan has served his purpose,” You answered plainly as if obvious. “It was his time.”

“You did that, all that, with him, and you MURDER HIM? Your partner in sick, sick psychotic crime?”

“I told you spice was necessary, plus I’ve grown rather fond of you.” You bent down to his level, eyes noticeably just a deep pit of disparity. “I couldn’t let him kill you, so I beat him to it. Good thing too, because that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo whimpered under your touch—well, the knife’s touch—as the tip of it dragged over his jaw, drawing out a shudder. “Y-you’re letting me live?”

Your smile. That damned smile. You and Chan were mere reflections of each other. How had he not seen this sick image sooner?

“As long as it's with me, because you love me right? That’s what you said. You’ll always love me and keep me alive. You promised.”

You pressed the blade against his neck, “You’re cold-blooded. Fucking your dead friend’s girlfriend, leaving your other friends to die to save me, and taking on a mass murderer just for me.” Your other hand caressed over his face. “That’s hard fucking core, baby. I love that so much. You really love and want me. Well, I want you just as bad.”

“Like you wanted Chan?”

You scoffed, using the knife to point at the abandoned soulless body on the ground. “Chan was disposable. He was already fucked up in the brain. I can nurture you, let you prove you’re that you’re mine and only mine. Then I’d have no reason to kill you. Not at all…say you’ll be with me forever.”

“…yes, sweetie. O-of course I will.”

You sighed a breath of relief, your harmless hand coming over to stroke over the stray hairs on his head. “That’s my daddy. My one and only. We can be the finals. Together. Only us—”

“Hello! Wonwoo! Y/n!” Miraculously, Seungcheol found their way to you, barely alive it sounds like.

Rage filled your eyes. “Holy fuck how is he still alive,” you mumbled under your breath. “I’ll take care of him.”

You held the knife to your side, standing by the door and away from its open view. “Cheol! In here! We caught the killer!”

Seungcheol managed to find the defaced door, peeking through the rubble to see a disheveled Wonwoo, panting and close to death. “Wonwoo!”

“Cheol…” Wonwoo grunted.

“Hang in there, buddy. I’ve got you.”

“To…your…right.”

You glared at Wonwoo, betrayal in your eyes before launching yourself at the hero, who hardly had a scratch on their body. Seungcheol, taking his friend's warning in consideration, built up a wall of defense. His eyes caught you just in time and held up your arms, pinning you against a wall. His eyes finally registered on your face, and his grip on you only tightened. “Y/n, you evil little bitch.”

You chuckled tauntingly, struggling against his weight and strength. “Hi, Cheol. I know you always wanted to stick something in me, mind letting me do it first?”

“You—wow, you’re actually mentally deranged.”

“You don’t like that? Maybe my knife through your skull can change your mind.”

He kicked you in the groin, having you plummet to your knees, cusses streaming out of you like a river. “You pussy. Ass. Bitch.”

“Seungcheol,” Wonwoo groaned, painfully cheering him on.

You managed to kick Seungcheol down in your distress, crawling on top of him to gain leverage. “I know you liked to be topped.”

You held the knife, hands wrapped tightly around the handle before striking. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s hands were wrapped around your wrists, the tip of the knife tickling his nose. Sweat beaded against his forehead, struggling harder than he thought he would as you smiled still.

“This would be a lot sexier if you let me run my knife inside you, baby.”

“Fuck you and your demented punk ass,” he grunted.

“I would if you’d just FUCKING DIE!”

A gunshot follows soon after and the blood gushed from your neck, pouring from both ends and falling lifelessly against Seungcheol, who let out a shrill scream.

“I found a gun,” Seokmin proclaimed weakly from the door before fainting to the ground.

Seungcheol rolled your body off of him, sick to his stomach. “Sick crazy bitch.”

He looked towards his friend who remained helpless his entire journey before his eyes got caught on the dead body he only realized now. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo whispered.

“And they…”

“Yeah.”

��Fuck, dude.”

Seungcheol went around to pick up Seokmin from the ground, grabbing the gun. Meanwhile, Wonwoo’s eyes lingered over your body, in disbelief it was alive a mere second ago, then he saw something strange, causing his eyes to fly open. “Cheol behind you!”

Another gunshot. Right between your eyes and your body that stood for hardly a second longer than it should’ve—of course with the knife still in your hand—fell right back on the ground.

“They always come back,” Wonwoo quoted.

Seungcheol let out a deep exhale, loosening his grip around the gun. “And aim for the head.”

“Sorry about your house.”

“…sorry about your girlfriend.”

“Me too.”

post reading a/n: always like me to insert chan into anything fr. i have no excuses

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @goblinvern @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @6969lilithcat @camisun93 @emmmui @toruro @jeonride @novalpha @nvmrljk @feat-sun @tinkerbell460 @aaniag @tacosandbitch @smileysuh (felt fucked up not to tag you bc you’re fucked it just like me 💕)

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spicyseonghwas · 1 year

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skz - reaction to reader getting hit on by other men

pairing :: skz x male reader (discludes woojin; i write for him as a soloist) rating :: 15+ ; suggestive content genres/au's :: fluff, slight suggestive, boyfriend!skz content warnings :: light cursing, insinuated physical contact, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of murder, reader referred to as a piece of art one (1) time. tell me if i missed something! word count :: a/n this request has been split up into 4 parts to keep yall on ur toes! requested by @wo-ai-ni-yong [ask] network tag @preciousillusions-net

chan, changbin ; han, minho ; i.n, felix ; hyunjin, seungmin

~ yang jeongin/i.n

i really don't feel like he would be very sober?? when this situation occurs??

drunk but not wasted.

and that would heavily impact how he treats the other guy(s) during the confrontation.

he would be really aggressively possessive whether he was drunk or not, but in any situation like this, the only thing stopping him from whooping ass (not in the kinky way) is if he's dead.

it's really no use for you to tell him "let's just leave," because he won't just leave. it would hurt his pride and dignity too much to let them escape.

but if he were sober in this kind of situation i feel like he would be a bit calmer at first?

for sure he would try his best to tell the other party to fuck off before he thew punches.

but in any state of his mental availability, he would be very very possessive of you, because you're his boy, and he would be very confrontational and aggressive, because no one touches his prized painting.

~ lee felix

felix would IN. NO. W O R L D . even ALLOW another man to get within a mile of you unless it's his friends or you have a metric ton of proof that you and the other man are just friends.

and he would never make a mistake in this endeavor. if his gut tells him "keep that motherfucker away..."

then he's gonna keep that motherfucker away.

and if he somehow gets coerced into letting someone close to you and then catches them hitting on you...

beat that boy widda bat.

headline: "kpop superstar lee felix sentenced to 10 years in prison for second degree murder"

#chaece.exe 🌑#fever.dreams 🌑#cacaokpop #k labels #preciousillusionsnet #stray kids #skz #skz yandere #stray kids yandere au #lee felix #yang jeongin #i.n #felix x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #lee felix x male reader #i.n x male reader #yang jeongin x male reader

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hostilemuppet · 6 months

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The Twitter Drama AU Timeline

finally, after months, we finally have a timeline. this is not exhaustive (i tried to mainly include the super important parts, and some less important parts i thought were REALLY funny), and is probably only 75% accurate due to the non-linear nature we wrote the fic in to begin with, but it is better than nothing! updated as of chapter 10 (low hanging fruits)

12th March 2023: Tiny Diamond is born, Creek is his other dad, which is kept a secret from everyone except Guy and Creek.

November 2023: The events of Band Together, almost completely identical. Following which, Brozone get back together and start working on their reunion album. Now that Branch is in the spotlight, Barb is forced to acknowledge her ex girlfriend (one night stand) Poppy is a lot happier with a transfem butch, which sparks Barb’s descent into terfism. Val and Creek briefly see each other.

December 2023: John Dory gets his Twitter confiscated by Clay. Floyd gets his sex tape leaked (by Creek). Clay throws Viva under the bus for the first time. Clay accidentally gets Bruce accused of cheating on his wife, but they pin it on Branch, who just organised a fake breakup with Poppy because he was uncomfortable with all the smutfic. Riff leaves Barb’s band, and collabs with Creek but calls him an asshole. Velvet gets out of prison and writes a callout thread on Floyd. Floyd gets cancelled for the first time. Creek and Floyd start seeing each other in secret.

January 2024: Val publicly comes out as nonbinary and is kicked out of Barb’s band, then outs Barb as a nepo baby as revenge. JD tries to sneak back onto stantwt but is doxxed. Floyd tells Branch about his relationship with Creek; Branch is surprisingly fine with it as long as Creek is suffering, and boy does he suffer.

February 2024: A misunderstanding leads everyone to think Branch broke up with Poppy because he’s a gay man. He comes out as a lesbian but is immediately met with vitriol of both the exclusionist and transmisogynistic varieties. Barbtwt have a bone to pick with Hickory but he comes out on top. Clay throws Viva under the bus again but this time she's had enough, and releases an expose video on him and kicks him out of the pod. Viva and Floyd become BFFs.

March 2024: Dating rumours about Smidge and Poppy start, which Smidge does nothing to help. Barb accuses Smidge’s actual boyfriend of being a pedophile, and gets ratio’d. Creek and Floyd go public with their relationship.

June 2024: Guy Diamond gets into controversy after soliciting a camgirl and his family vlog channel goes on hiatus. Clay and Viva get back together, and Viva records revenge porn of him to “keep him in line”.

August 2024: Biggie gets into mild controversy that escalates into cancelation when he responds in character as Mr Dinkles. Clay and Vivas relationship becomes undeniably abusive, but they’re really good at hiding it.

September 2024: Floyd and Creek get married! Satin & Chenille have Velvet on their podcast. Guy Diamond gets cancelled after being outed as Pro-Life.

15th December 2024: Floyd and Creek have twins, Brad and Angelina [LASTNAME]-[LASTNAME2-.

April 2025: Creek and Floyd drop all pretences of thinking they’re a healthy couple.

12th May 2025: Creek aborts his second egg. They would have been named Shiloh. Floyd is distraught and gets harassed on Twitter again for being Pro-Life.

August 2025: Creek and Floyd divorce.

September 2025: It comes to light that DJ Suki is stealing from her niece CJ.

December 2025: Creek and Floyd get back together. Val stops hiding their racism from twitter and get doxxed by KPop fans. They have to live with their mother.

January 2026: Harper starts drawing Bruce as a transphobic caricature, a skinny feminine twink.

February 2025: Viva stops taking birth control. Branch gets doxxed for the first time (by Cloud Guy). Dante starts stalking Branch.

March 2026: jdtwt find out that JD used to have a thing with Delta Dawn, and harass her a bit. The two get back in touch, and Delta tells JD that they actually had a kid together (Holly Darling). JD is thrilled about being a dad. Holly is initially apprehensive but eventually comes around. JD gives Delta Cooties (it’s okay, there’s a cure). Sky Toronto buys Twitter.Crimp gets run off the internet for uncomfortable roleplay with Tiny Diamond (pretending to be 14). Velvet gets cancelled for workplace abuse. Smidge starts queerbaiting by selling merch of referencing her and Poppy’s fake relationship.

April 2026: Tiny Diamond reveals he is not actually 14, he is physically 3 years old (but for our purposes he is functionally 9 because Trolls age weird). He loses all his OOMFs (CJ, Preiscilla, Keith (all approx 13)) and has his account suspended. Branch gets really jealous over Smidge and publicly shittalks her. He and Poppy “get back together” but set the “boundary” that any smutfic about either of them can only be Broppy (obviously not everyone follows this rule).

May 2026: Cloud Guy leaks Smidge’s miscarriage after being paid off by Barbtwt. Branch gets doxxed for the third time. Poppy demands Sky Toronto take action so he permabans Cloud Guy’s IP. Cloud Guy goes to live with his parents.

June 2026: Gust Tumbleweed is violently homophobic to Synth during an LGBT charity event, but faces no consequences because he starts flirting with his fellow straight male friends again. Poppy gets sick of Dante stalking Branch so she prepares to take matters into her own hands. Holly Darlin starts selling snake oil, from the same company that supplies for Satin & Chenille. Holly and Satin start dating.

July 2026: Satin & Chenille (both Creek’s exes) are invited to the Floyd and Creek household for dinner to ‘bury the hatchet’, where they witness blackmailable activities and force them both to come on their podcast and embarrass themselves (mostly Floyd).

August 2026: Demo falls in love with Gust after being flirted with for several months, breaks up with his current girlfriend (DJ Suki) and gets very VERY aggressively turned down by Gust. Dante sends a glitter bomb to Branch’s pod, so Poppy beats him up, but Dante calls the cops on her and she faces legal trouble. Harper starts drawing Creek as a trans man, even though Creek is a cis man, because she felt like it. It catches on. Biggie gets cancelled for something unspecified but really, really bad.

September 2026: Guy Diamond faces controversy for thinking Troll babies sleeping in beds causes Autism, which he got from Creek, who he used to date and is now interested in again. Clay starts nearing his brink wrt Viva and stays with JD for a bit. Viva finds an egg in her hair, which she soon loses (19th). Cloud Guy kills himself. Biggie overdoses while playing Overwatch. Veneer gets hit by a bus.

October 2026: Sky Toronto and Nova Swift get divorced (she leaves him for a trans Troll). Branch and Poppy get an egg, and Viva is the first they tell, so she manipulates them into thinking they’d be awful parents and she can take care of it for them. Viva uses the egg to convince Clay to come home.

31st October 2026: The egg Viva stole from Branch and Poppy hatches. Their name is Ha’Penny Hatch. Since the kid looks nothing like either “parents”, Clay figures that Viva cheated on him and finally goes grey.

November 2026: Harper deletes all her socials when her proship side account is found. Gust tricks Demo into thinking his feelings are finally returned, only to crush his heart again publicly during a subathon.

December 2026: BrozoneRonpa resurfaces. Branch accidentally says something offensive about Guy Diamond publicly, and Guy capitalises on the potential controversy, which leads to intense Guy VS Floyd beef (they are both interested in the same man (only Floyd is married to him). Nova Swift moves to Mount Rageous, leaving S&C in need of a podcast producer, and Fuzzbert is their only hope but expects a big paycheck.

January 2027: Guy Diamond reveals that Tiny Diamond is actually Creek’s son. Floyd goes to stay with Branch. Bruce finds out the real reason Clay went grey and his immediate plan is to fake Clay’s suicide and take him with him to Vacay Island. JD, Viva and Penny are the only members of Clay’s immediate family who don’t know he’s still alive. Clay’s funeral is livestreamed on Twitch. Holly Darlin’s newly rekindled relationship with her dad is halted in its infancy.

#text #twitter drama au

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lostheretics · 2 years

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PLOT TWIST (3)

▸ chapter 3; a walk through the door

pt 1 || pt 2 || pt 3

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, ateez, tbz juyeon, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : you have proven yourself many times, and finally, hongjoong accepted you as a part of ateez. but is that all? is it all that the underground world has to offer? you just stood in front of its door. and so it all started. of power, hierarchy, of blood, and of history; what's waiting behind the door, on the other side for you?

✵ notes : 9k.... idk what i was on the whole week. ENJOY.

also english isn't my first language and i might add more numbers to my myopia if i had to proofread the whole thing... ain't doing that yet.

☒ warnings: smut... like a wholeass breeding kink i laid it all there, swear words, mentions of murder.

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

☒ do not repost this on any other platform without my permission!

✓ reblogging, liking, and commenting this post in tumblr are much more appreciated.

"promise me y/n... promise me."

that night, you shot up from your bed when you woke up breathless. you tried to fix your eyes to the darkness of your bedroom, while also catching up with your breath. you recalled your memories as best as possible, and you're sure you had a dreamless sleep. no pictures, no memories.

then where did the voice came from?

that wretched voice.

"fuck..." you sighed, feeling that unwanted slight pang in your chest.

but rather than drowning in the past, you've decided you're better than that and lay your back once again on your bed. believing yourself of no longer a prisoner to your past, you tried your best to go back to a dreamless and pain-free sleep. glancing to your right, you watched as your husband snores lightly, clearly content with his dream world. you took wooyoung's hand in you and kissed it, holding it tight next to your head. you closed your eyes once more, trying to get some sleep.

after all, what good is past when present and future is already standing right before your eyes?

"morning."

you stirred underneath your blanket, and only then you realized how you were caged in wooyoung's arms. the said man landed a kiss on your forehead, which cracked a smile on your face. your eyes blinked a couple times, adjusting to the sunlight before fully opening them.

"morning woo." you replied, landing a kiss on his chest. you snaked your arms around his torso, hugging him close and closing your eyes once more. "you're so warm in this cold, morning atmosphere."

wooyoung chuckled, "could've said i was hot."

you laughed. "don't need me to say that for you, no?"

"yeah but it's reassuring. boosts my ego."

these were the mornings you both loved. the slurred morning conversations fresh from dreamland, the hugs, the morning kiss and all. your morning conversations can be absolutely meaningful, and sometimes can be really absurd. like that one time when wooyoung told you that he'd go back to sleep to chase back the aliens who stole his candies in his dream. you love it all still, nonetheless.

(p.s he did went back to sleep and told you he succeeded in getting his candies back when he woke up. hilarious. you went on a candy date after that)

(p.s.s wooyoung was absolutely smashed the night before and slurred even in his dream. absolutely grateful for you for listening to his rants so early in the morning and for going on that candy date)

needless to say, you're both grateful for each other.

sometimes you both speak of that gratefulness out loud, too.

"congrats love."

"for what?"

"for your work on the babel case. hongjoong hyung seems satisfied and proud. you saved his ass again," he laughed breathily, before looking down at you. "i love me a housewife, but a girlboss wife? i'm blessed."

with hongjoong's name being mentioned, you can't help but remember that night on the rooftop.

you opened your eyes and look up, staring back at wooyoung. you moved, shifting your body on your elbow while your other hand caressed his face. you landed a kiss on his cheek and smiled.

"it was for the family." you spoke with such sincerity. truly thinking of the family, of wooyoung.

he seemed stunned for a little while as his eyes wondered to the ceilings above. "family. huh... it gave some thoughts..."

"like what?"

"like fucking a baby into you so early in the mor— ow! what was that for?" he complained, holding over his stomach that got pinched. "i was just thinking about making a family of our own!"

"not with that tone, no you didn't. that was just you being horny, and we were having a quite serious talk before."

"hey! planning-a-family talks are serious too. you're disrespecting the possible soul of our future baby. they might hear you, you know?"

"now you're talking nonsense." you rolled your eyes.

"so can i fuck you right now or not?" he deadpanned.

the question left you stunned so much, flabbergasted by his audacity. however a few knocks on your bedroom door arrived faster than your answer to his question. you smiled slyly at him, gave him an answer before quickly getting out of your bed and heading for the door.

"guess not."

he groaned, clearly displeased. you only chuckled before you open the door.

san stood outside of your room, giving you a smile which you give one back to him. "morning y/n," he said to you, before dipping his head inside your bedroom, finding your husband still on the bed, "sorry for disrupting your morning woohoo, woo!" he shouted in jest, laughing when wooyoung replied with a 'fuck off!'.

"sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but hongjoong requests an early meeting today. he said he got some important things to say. better get moving now." san informed. he was about to walk away when he stopped abruptly, "also, congrats and thanks for saving our asses again y/n."

with that, san walked away. you threw a, "thanks, san." at him, before closing the door.

"c'mon. wash your face. get ready. hongjoong wants an early meeting." you pulled at the blanket, urging wooyoung to wake up.

he sighed, "two months of being away from you, and not a single sexy time for the two of us?" he asked, to which he answer by himself,

"cruelty at its finest."

"good morning everyone,"

hongjoong greeted, rather enthusiastically. he even let out a smile, showing his pearly teeth. the remaining eight people around the table exchanged glances, questioning their captain's unusual behavior.

"you look happy." yunho commented, in which hongjoong replied with a chuckle.

"that's because i am happy. and not for nothing," he then proceeded to take a seat, leaning back to his chair. "yeosang, how are things with babel?"

yeosang cleared his throat, "at first we were going for a merge... but unfortunately jang hanseo was killed, and at the same time jang hanseok was caught by the police for money embezzlement and murder. he couldn't propose a force majeure on this case and deemed unfit to lead babel chemicals, so he had no choice but to do a sell off." he stopped, before taking out a brown envelope and waving it around.

"i'm delighted to announce that we've reached the last phase of the sell off. this afternoon, my lawyer and i will retrieve the last signature from jang hanseok and by tonight, babel chemicals is ours."

hollers, whistles, along with the sound hands clapping filled the room. all praises that came out of their mouths were headed straight for yeosang for his work. hongjoong himself walked towards yeosang, patting him on his back acknowledging his hard work and the outcome of that work.

hongjoong raised his hand, quieting the whole room. "we thank yeosang for his work. but keep the praises still because this is not the only one..." he turned towards his right hand man, seonghwa, "tell us more about japan, seonghwa. after two months being there, you must brought something back... am i right?"

seonghwa smiled faintly, "we found the yakuzas working with jang hanseok. after a little bit of push and pull from both parties, we realized jang hanseok haven't paid them as he was supposed to, which brings us down to negotiation."

seonghwa straighten his back before continuing, "if i may say, the negotiation went smoothly. they've decided to forsake jang hanseok for good. our 50 million which was in their possession was divided by half. ateez has received back 25 million, and the other 25 million was taken as a token of first partnership between us and the yakuzas, and uhm," he cleared his throat. "there was a talk about a wedding proposal. of me and the yakuza's only daughter."

"we're getting another sister in law?!"

"another bachelor of ateez snatched!!!"

seonghwa sighed, "guys, it's just a possible proposal. we're gonna have to discuss even further to get down there."

"might as well go forward with it, hwa." hongjoong laughed, rendering seonghwa's face red as beetroot.

"okay! one more thing guys. one more thing to celebrate." he said.

he took a deep breath before continuing, "while pursuing babel, we realized someone important could be getting into trouble along with the damned company, so we willingly offered our hand and pulled them out. freely. no money, no nothing. and thankfully, the family of said person was as noble as i hoped they are. they wanted to thank us in person for the little help we gave, hence,"

"i want all of you to ready yourselves and be at your best behavior when we visit the lee family mansion this saturday, for a private dinner party. this—" he took out an envelope from his inner pocket, putting it on the table. "—is a direct invitation from lee juyeon." hongjoong stated with a proud smile.

hearing the name, everyone once again threw unsure glances at each other. jongho voiced his mind out first, "lee juyeon as in the lee family? the royal mafia family, lee family? that lee family?"

hongjoong shrugged, "there's only one family ruling the south. only one southern kingpin, lee juyeon."

hollers and shoutings quickly filled the room, some even hit the table in front of them, celebrating the best outcome of that mission. a mission that took two painstakingly slow months to finish. best outcome that made hongjoong gave out his biggest smile, going around high five-ing the whole group. why was it the best outcome, one might ask.

the answer is because the lee family is a royalty, and being invited by them is almost like being a commoner in one night, and becoming a noblemen the next.

ateez could get so much just by one word coming out from the southern kingpin's mouth, but a whole dinner?

they're set to be a winner.

yet between the hollers and celebrations filled with pride and joy, no one seemed to notice one person sitting with them, with their lips tightly shut and both hands clenched so hard their nails dug into their own palm. just over the name lee juyeon, the lee family of the south.

to ateez, it's a walk to heaven.

to this particular person, it's a walk straight to hell.

when the meeting was done perfectly, hongjoong had told everyone to leave and rest. there were three people left in that room, hongjoong, seonghwa, and wooyoung. hongjoong had told wooyoung to stay for a while, and he did exactly as he was told.

it seemed important, wooyoung didn't know the point of him being there. he just stood there and listened when hongjoong and seonghwa were talking about japan.

"i'm not sure about the marriage, joong." seonghwa blurted out, "they're a great family with great history. that's already a burden to ateez. and to me, a husband? what if i failed?what if it wasn't a worthy alliance?"

seonghwa voiced out all of his problems. there's sincerity in his voice, in his concerns. that maybe he's not gonna be a good husband, or if she's not gonna be good for him. or if the whole marriage gonna be a disaster. he wasn't wrong for that.

marriage, as easy as it sounds, is not a game. should never be a game in any way. to be tied down to one person for live is one of a heavy decision to make, and will be one of a hell if anyone chose the wrong person. marriage is a company that you built together, and it needs many things, many aspect to build a good one.

divorce might be the answer to a failing marriage. however it doesn't erase the memories, the time spent and wasted for the wrong one. the heartbreak, the pain, not to mention the dent in both of parties' name.

to choose the right person, to be the right person for them.

to be safe than sorry, though it'll still have its own challenges.

hongjoong only smiled, "let's ask someone from that point of view," he said before turning his attention fully to wooyoung. "what do you have to say about this, woo? seonghwa's possible marriage, your own, maybe?"

wooyoung straightened his back when he realized all the attention was put on him. he stuttered, mind blank while being the center of attention. looking around, he caught the look of doubt and curiosity in seonghwa's eyes, clear and visible while he waited for wooyoung's answer.

wooyoung quickly regained himself and answered them, "marriage is a huge thing, i guess. especially yours, hyung, if it'll ever happen. my marriage is a nonprofit one. me and y/n aren't worth much in this business, unlike you and the... yakuza lady. our marriages is incomparable, so it's kinda wrong to ask me this."

"but if we're not talking money, if we're talking about the real thing, then i'd say my marriage is a blessing. i love y/n, and she loves me. we're happy as fuck. i knew i wanted her forever at some point in our relationship. i don't know how, but," he continued, "i guess you'll know. if you want the marriage or not, or if you could handle it. it's all in you."

"and mine is for life."

to the younger's answer, the two elder were left dumbfounded. seonghwa and hongjoong glanced at each other, their minds quickly share the same thoughts, the same question, who the fuck is this guy because clearly this isn't the jung wooyoung they knew.

"damn woo, didn't take you as a romantic type." hongjoong said, still stunned after wooyoung's words. "i thought you're more of a fuck-and-forget type."

"i know right? but fuck, i'm in trouble." wooyoung sighed with a drunken smile on his face, rendering seonghwa and hongjoong agape, as if struck by thunder even more with his last word,

"i think i'm in love, hyung."

groaning and gag sounds soon came out from both seonghwa and hongjoong.

"that sounds cringey coming out of your mouth."

"anyways," hongjoong said, "what i mean is i want you to take your time with the marriage. maybe it'll work out. don't do it if it's not going well."

"i also wanna say thanks and congratulate you, woo, for finding a wife like y/n," hongjoong came before wooyoung and hold him by his shoulders, giving it a squeeze, "you scored the best person."

wooyoung grinned, "i know."

"joong i think he's on drugs."

"babe, you know what?"

"no i don't."

wooyoung came up to you, his chesire grin showing. "hongjoong hyung gave us like 2 days before we prepare for the lee thing to go to jeju beach house." he giggled, before continuing.

"we're definitely making babies there."

his cheesy words surely made you laugh, jung wooyoung and his choice of words has never failed to amaze you every time. "like a little vacation gift for us?"

"exactly." he answered. "i'm not taking a no from you whatever the excuse is."

"we've been away from each other for too long. i miss jeju too, don't you?" he tempted, hands coming up to rub your waist.

wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows, "the beach? the coffee shop? birds chirping in the morning while we stay in our bed?"

you raised your eyebrows. "okay your eyes have changed to bedroom mode."

"as in your favorite mode?"

"...we should start packing."

you both decided that jeju beach house is officially a monument to your love story.

jeju beach house is a two bedroom cottage, with a small garden in front of the house, located by the beach. said house was ateez property which they got as a payment for someone's debt. the first time you both went there, it was when ateez lent it to wooyoung and you to celebrate your 200 days of being together. hongjoong was a bit unwilling, but yeosang and seonghwa, with a little bit (re: heavy) push from san and yunho, were successful in persuading their captain.

that's also the place where wooyoung proposed to you.

you both love the house and the memories made within the walls.

once in a while, hongjoong would lent the house for the both of you to enjoy. there was one night when wooyoung promised he'll do his best to get the whole estate under his name or yours; anyways, just for you to have entirely instead of borrowing it from hongjoong.

you couldn't careless, jeju beach house would be nothing without jung wooyoung anyways.

the sight of grasses and flowers dancing in the wind welcomed you the moment you stepped into the garden. you inhaled the fresh air filled with the smell of the sea. the sound of waves hitting the beach could calm anyone within an earshot.

the sea truly heals.

"woo?"

"yes?"

"can i borrow the car for a sec?"

wooyoung's pace halted before you while he carried your suitcases. he furrowed his brows, "what for?"

"wanna buy some groceries for us. maybe buy us something for dinner too." you replied.

"i wanna go shopping with you too." he argued. you shook your head.

"you stay back, must be tired with all the job and traveling. just stay and ready our bed for us, hm? i'll do the rest." you smiled, convincing him. the peck you landed on his lips was enough to do the job.

after all, it's true that the job had tire him enough. "okay. drive safe." he smiled, before kissing you and making his way inside the house.

when he stepped into the house, he couldn't help the smile that grew even more bigger on his face. he missed going on vacation with you. he quickly put your suitcases in your room, before moving around cleaning the house and changing the bedsheet. he even lit a scented candle that he brought, in hopes of lifting the mood. he freshened up, then waited for you in the couch.

the sunset light shone through the glass windows, luminating the whole room in a dim orange light. wooyoung looked up to the whole room, then gazed around the whole house. he's content on having this vacation with you.

you, on the other hand.

jeju held your's and wooyoung's love for you in that house, and just like him you're excited to have this quick getaway with him.

but jeju holds another story of yours. another life.

that life stood before you as of now.

it was sort of comical, how that life is marked with death in a form of a marble headstone. a name was carved within the stone. you kneeled before the grave, and put down the bucket of lilies before it. gazing at the stone had brought back past memories, along with tears in yours eyes that you had to held back.

"i don't think i can keep my promises anymore." you whispered. "you gave me everything. you gave me a reason to live, to love, a-a whole life. and for that i'm forever grateful and forever indebted to you."

you choked on your tears before continuing, "but i think i deserve more, and now i-i have another life waiting for me. i can only hope you'll understand."

"i'm sorry."

you wiped your tears with your sleeves. standing up, you gave one more good look at the grave, at the name, at every corners and every marbling pattern.

because maybe it'll be the last time you'll ever be there.

and so you left, turning your back on the past life and past memories.

turning the car engine on, you quickly drove away from the gravesite. the gravesite looked further and further away in your rearview mirror. you looked forward to the road in front of you, and thought of wooyoung, signifying your view ahead of the future. of another, new, fresh life with wooyoung.

but a thought of past visited you still. the thoughts that, even after they left, after their death,

you think of how you couldn't say that word to them, still.

wooyoung greeted you with a hug as soon as you entered the house.

"what took you so long baby? everything okay?" he voiced out his concerns, eyes raking up and down your body in search of any injury.

you shook your head, "i was just taking my time. and i don't feel like driving fast, the road's kinda slippery." you shrugged.

it did rained a bit before.

but that was a lie; you did race on the road against time, in hopes the timing was right with going grocery shopping, buying dinner, and going home, with no trace of going somewhere else whatsoever. thankfully you bought the groceries and dinner first.

and thankfully, wooyoung seemed to buy that excuse.

"oh... that's right. you should drive safe." wooyoung replied.

you walked to the table to put down your groceries. then you took of your jacket. "i hope you're okay with chicken and a little bit of seafood. i couldn't think of anything else." you stated.

you took a deep breath, inhaling the air. a scent of lavender invaded your sense of smell and you sighed in contentment, feeling instantly relaxed. you saw a candle on the table beside the couch, lighting the room in a warm, dim light.

then you caught wooyoung's eyes staring at you. his gaze was deep, dark, and you believe lust was hidden behind them.

the air turned hot, the mood lifted, and the both of you could hear your own breaths started racing.

wooyoung stepped forward, invading your boundaries and depraving you of any privacy to yourself when his hands started making its way to your waist, holding you close to his body. that same hands caressed your torso, up and down, creating a friction that raised your hair, making you shiver.

"i've missed you, baby," he sighed, nose poking into your hair, making its way down to your neck. there, his lips rose to action, giving a feathery kisses to the column of your neck.

"want you so bad,"

there was desperation in his voice, a want, a need so bad it consumed him whole. you could feel the heat radiating out of his body. and you couldn't lie even to yourself, how you were so affected by him.

yet it's your most loved thing to do, to tease the shit out of the frustrated man.

"not even gonna let me freshen up?" you chuckled, voice going slightly higher. "you'd take me like this, all sweaty and dirty?" you whined, staring back into his eyes with a faked pleading look in your own eyes.

he sweared he almost gonna went all animalistic on you, taking you on any surface right there and right then, or even with no surface at all. punishing you for all the teasing you gave him.

however, he wanted this night to be a romantic one.

(he thought he'll go all feral on you on some other days)

"we'll sweat it all out then, hm? get us even dirtier. then i'll draw us a bath?" he persuaded. he proceeded to roll his hips into you, and you could feel his hardness brushing against your stomach that had you stunned.

you almost moaned.

"can't you feel me?" he sighed desperately, rutting his hips softly.

"woo— oh."

one of his hand moved quickly down south going underneath your skirt, expertly sliding his fingers through your clothed core that had you whining. you could feel your wetness dampening your underwear.

"you don't need to lie to me baby, i can tell you need me too right now. so let me," he whispered, "let me fuck you good."

it turned out to be your last straw.

you no longer restrained yourself from his teasing, quickly circling your arms round his neck and pulling him down to your height. you caught his lips with yours and he reciprocated right at that moment. the kiss was filled with even more fire when you thread your fingers through his hair and gave it a tug.

wooyoung sighed into the kiss and he squatted, tapping your thighs. it didn't take long for you to take a hint. you quickly jumped, circling your legs around his waist and he easily caught you in his arms. the way he put your core right on his hardness had you squealed, moaning into the kiss.

he carried you to your room, laying you on the bed and not once did he break the kiss. he only did when he kneeled before you to take his shirt off. you couldn't take your eyes off his body that you worship so much, the way he did with yours. the lines adoring his stomach were clearer than it was before his work in japan, and you just knew you're in for a good and powerful ride of the night.

he smirked, "like what you see?"

"fuck, yeah." you answered boldly, already loving his muscle gain. you moved your body, positioning yourself to kneel. "but you'll like what you see more." you exclaimed.

"fuck."

wooyoung had lost any sense of sanity when you took your shirt off, unbuttoning it one by one sensually putting a show for him, revealing a black lacy bra beneath it. his favorite color. all that and not breaking eye contact with wooyoung.

"fuck, baby," he jumped on you, caging you underneath him, "i'm gonna ravish you." he growled.

he wasted no time in crashing your lips with his, kissing you with much fervor, all teeth and tongue fighting for dominance and serving pleasure. his lips went down to your neck and to your chest, mouth sucking and tongue licking, leaving pretty red marks on you that he adored every time. his hands cupped your breast kneading it almost harshly, then he pulled down your bra releasing it from its confinement, flicking your nipples with his fingers that had you whining. he gave both of your breasts a single lick each, before moving even further down. his hand worked quickly in taking your skirt of, and, in the end, ripping your underwear off because he already ran out of patient.

"woo!" you complained, but complains soon turned into begging when he dived tongue first to your core.

"wanna worship all parts of your body, baby, but i can't —fuck, i need to taste and wet you and fuck you now," he said before going back to his job; which was wonderful in licking stripes, kissing, and sucking your nubs. you moaned loosely, not hesitating in voicing out the pleasure he gave to you.

your back arched when two of his fingers went inside you, curling your insides. he scissored his fingers inside you, while mercilessly moving it in and out of you in a pace that had you crying, "fuck, yes- ah! fuck baby don't fucking stop- mmhmm," you rambled, letting out gibberish word filled with moans as your brain failed to think straight.

"fuucck," he purred in between your thighs. your moans and whines made his head spin, made all blood went down to his ever hardening dick. wooyoung put one of his hand down to stroke himself, "so fucking sexy for me, my fucking wife,"

"all mine,"

it didn't take long for that coil to snap in you with his skills and movement. the hot waves in your lower belly was unmistakably growing stronger and stronger.

"'m cum-cumming woo, ahh-fuck!" you sobbed.

"give it all to me baby, cum for me," he urged. your last scream was accompanied by a pool of cum leaking out of your pussy, which wooyoung slurped more than willingly.

"taste so sweet, so addictive." he said while licking the last of your essence.

but you had other idea. with whatever strength you had left in you, you sit yourself up. you pulled wooyoung up, then pushed him back down. you straddled him, trapping him underneath you this time. lowering your body, you went down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. the dazed look on wooyoung's eyes and his smirk when you pulled back had your mind went hazy.

"let me do the hard work for you, baby." you whispered as you adjusted yourself on his hips. your hand went down to his dick, stroking it a couple of times before lining it up with your entrance.

the moan you both had when you went down in him was porn-worthy, it drove you both crazy.

"fuck, baby. fit me so well, so fucking tight, oh fuck," he breathed out. the moans became louder when you started to move on him. he watched with with adoration, love, and lust in his eyes, mesmerized by how you look on his dick; boobs bouncing, eyes closed shut, brows furrowed in ecstasy, mouth agape letting out the prettiest moan for him.

you both fucked many times, and every time he still found you so beautiful, so addictive.

you smiled hazily, "yeah? a good girl for you. just for my baby." you moaned out, that had wooyoung's hand move up to your waist, gripping it tight. he moved his leg putting his soles flat on the bed, giving his hips a support as he rammed his dick up to you.

you screamed on top of your lungs, feeling him so deep in you, his tip hitting your cervic in fast pace.

"yes, my good girl. so fucking good for me, ah," he cooed before he shot up the bed, holding you in his arm as he flipped you over. he had your fingers tightly held in his, as he pressed you to the sheets. your thighs circled his hips on instinct, pulling him close as humanely as possible, putting him deep in you.

"my fucking good girl, all mine to have," he bit on your neck. his hips moved harshly hitting yours you're sure you'll have bruises in the morning. but damn, with the way his cock buried deep in you and his pelvic rubbing against your clit on each hit, it had you seeing not only the stars, but the whole galaxy.

"say it baby. say you're mine." he commanded. he said it again when you didn't answer, and you tried your best to answer him with your clouded mind.

"hngg —yes, yours baby- ah! all yours!"

"feels good yeah? i'm fucking you so good, so dumb,"

"yes! s-so fucking go—" a certain angle had his dick hitting the sweetest spot in you, making you scream. "—right there! ah! y-yes, ah, don't fucking s-stop!"

wooyoung was sure he had fucked you brainless at that point. he smirked cockily, but that was quickly wiped off of his face when you clenched around him and he moaned. his hips stuttered a bit, but he could feel his own high coming. he moved to chase it.

"won't stop. won't fucking stop till you're spent and filled to the brim, baby," he groaned, "i'm gonna fill you up— fuck! gonna b-breed you,"

"'m cumming!"

"cum for me baby, cum with me, c'mon baby,"

the whole milky way bursted behind your eyes as you came to your sweetest release, getting you high. wooyoung soon chased after you, coming to his own high, releasing ropes of white, milky cum into your spent hole. he fucked you past your high, while pushing his cum deeper in you and overstimulating you at the same time.

the dazed and drunk look on your face was his cue to stop. he put a loving kiss on your forehead as he pulled his dick out of you. you whined over your loss.

wooyoung had to hold back his moan and stop himself from getting hard again when he saw his cum leaking out of you.

he kissed you once again, "i'll draw us a bath and change the sheets okay? then we'll have dinner. sounds good?" he murmured.

you chuckled breathlessly in your dazed state, "thought you're gonna fuck me all night, that you won't stop."

"don't tempt me. i might. the question is, can you take it?" he taunted, successfully shutting you up. you imagined the amount of pleasure you'll both get. but your mind was still able to think rationally enough to decline the offer so you won't lose your ability to walk tomorrow. as if he read your mind, wooyoung flashed you a small smile.

"but we haven't had dinner and i'm sure our jobs have kept us busy and tired for the past months. we deserve a rest." he reasoned. his sweet act and words warmed your heart, but the smirk on his face and his next words confirmed you that wooyoung is still wooyoung, the cocky and horny bastard of your husband which you love dearly despite how annoying he can be,

and that instead of your heart, he's certainly ready to warm your pussy any time soon.

"besides, we still have tomorrow, haven't we?"

you fucking love wooyoung.

you love fucking wooyoung.

you definitely love being fucked by wooyoung.

that was all you could think of when you were spending your time in jeju with him, it's all you could think about after you came home from jeju. he treated you like a royalty both in bed and out of it, with his aftercares, cookings, with the intercourses even with the roughness, sometimes slow and soft, all of it basically.

as much as you want more, unfortunately, your jobs awaited you both and you had to answer to your responsibilities.

it was saturday, and the dinner party awaits.

you feel absolutely stunning in your nude colored evening dress that fell against your mid thighs, hugging your body and accentuate your curves nicely. yet it still gave a formal look with its bishop sleeves. the nude stilettos on your feet were the icing on top.

the boys were also clad in their suits, looking fresh and clean for the agenda. all of you were waiting in a room before being called to the main hall where the party was going to be held in. you were just enjoying the paintings on the wall when san nudged you.

"are you pregnant?" he suddenly blurted out.

you raised your eyebrows upon the question. making sure, you asked him, words coming out with a stutter.

"am i what?"

"pregnant. y'know, after jeju?" san said. he stepped back, staring down at you before giggling. "but even if you're not, guess it won't be long at this rate with how he's fucking you."

you hit his arms, "san, we're in the middle of work." you gritted with your teeth with a forced smile on your face. his giggles only grew more.

"your soreness is showing, bet y'all fucked goo-"

"choi san!"

"just kidding, just kidding." he said, finally stopping himself with the tease. there were still some giggles coming out of him, which had you glaring at him until it soon died down. you flashed him a small smile, finding the conversation funny in the end.

"but also not kidding. wooyoung kinda promised to give us a nephew or niece. maybe both." he remarked. he moved his sight to the painting before you, and you finally realize it.

it was a painting of lee juyeon, the current southern kingpin and head of the lee family, and his late father, lee minhyuk. lee minhyuk had a prideful smile, standing behind his then young son with both his hand on juyeon's shoulders.

a family picture.

"he was kinda serious about it. i think he's finally in that phase where people want kids in a marriage." he continued.

the sudden question and discussion puzzled you. "really? we haven't really talked about it." was all you could say in the end.

san sensed the nervousness in your voice, and he decided to break the ice. "don't take it seriously, as for now." he said. then he looked back at you, "but him aside, what do you think about it? kids and all."

you gave it a thought. you shrugged your shoulders, "i don't know. the thoughts alone made me nervous." you hesitated. but you gave a reassuring smile,

"but i guess i'm open to it. i think i'll feel better with more preparations, y'know? and more talks of the future with wooyoung. kids are serious matters, don't you think?" you smiled.

he smiled back and nodded his head, agreeing to your statement.

"maybe soon."

not long after your conversation with san, one of the lee family steward stepped into the room, announcing that your table is ready, and inquiring all of you to come into the dining hall.

the lees lived in a huge mansion, so it shouldn't be so surprising if they got a big hall within its walls. but the sight of the grand hall left you all speechless and mesmerized, still. the tall white columns circled the room. the high ceilings gave a strain to your neck when you tried to look up to it. a huge and grand crystal chandelier hanged in the middle of it as if the rest isn't enough to show their wealth.

ateez were seated on a table near the main dinner table, where lee juyeon and his family is seated. and they took pride in it.

around the halls were tables, filled with many royal mafia families like the lees themselves. some gangs that ateez have worked with were seen too, like stray kids, txt, and members of some older and more powerful gangs, like kwon jiyong, shim changmin, kim namjoon, byun baekhyun, and many others.

entrées were served and enjoyed, the hall was filled with chatters and laughs. main course were being delivered to every table when a clinking sound of a glass against a cutlery was heard. the noise stopped, and all heads were turned to the direction of the sound.

lee juyeon stood with with a wine glass on his right hand, and he smiled, "respected folks, i bid you welcome on behalf of my family. thank you for coming here."

a round of applause came and he bowed to it. he raised his hand and continued his speech.

"tonight's dinner, like many before is an opening to our yearly gala, where we all gather and enjoy our night together and hopefully, to make friendships between us. work related or not is up to you all." he spoke.

"but tonight is more special then last years, because tonight is a commemoration for my late father, lee minhyuk. on this date, seven years ago, he succeeded the southern throne and the same time, saved the family, giving many opportunities for us to grow for more. for my father," he raised his glass.

all of the guests raised their glass, in remembrance of lee minhyuk.

juyeon continued, "and last but not least, i want to personally thank a new friend of our family. we all know of the latest downfall of a certain family. my uncle, lee mujin, almost got tangled in it. fortunately, they were considerate enough to save my uncle from further problem, and i heard they got themselves a deal after it. everyone, raise your glasses up once again,"

"to ateez and their help. to their future glory!" he announced your group.

ateez stood up from their seat and raised their glasses along with everyone, taking a bow when everyone in the room clapped for them. hongjoong faced juyeon's table and bowed to him and his family. juyeon gave him a light nod, and lee mujin, his uncle that ateez saved, bowed slightly with a smile on his face.

the prideful grin in hongjoong's face was unmistakable.

juyeon then invited the guests to enjoy their main course, and everyone enjoyed their five star meal served before them. chatters once again filled the hall. wine were poured, desserts served. glass clinking here and there. it was a nice dinner.

the guests were moved to another hall to enjoy snacks, and to enjoy the view of that night's sky from the big glass windows. a count down was done, and colorful fireworks shoots to the night sky, indicating the start of the annual gala week. after the main agenda for the party, the guests found themselves engaging in conversations between each other. hongjoong talked with some gang leaders, yeosang going around engaging in business talks, even wooyoung, san and jongho conversed with some caporegimes from other gang.

you were unknown to the underground world, still, so you opted to stand by the pictures on the wall, observing them.

the walls were filled with pictures of the southern kingpins and queenpin, heads of the lee family. you saw lee juyeon's picture there. he was attired in a full black suit, standing with a cane on his right, and even in pictures, the fierce look in his eyes were haunting enough. it was the third year of his reign over the south, after his father's five year reign over it.

undoubtedly a handsome man.

"y/n!" you heard a voice calling you, and you turned to the source of the sound. hongjoong walked towards you, but he wasn't alone.

lee juyeon walked along right by his side.

"y/n, here you are." he sighed. he moved to your side, holding you by your shoulders and smiled to juyeon.

"mr. lee, i would like you to meet the brain behind our babel project. she was the one who suggested to save your uncle. we wouldn't be here today without her. i'm proud to have her as a part of ateez." hongjoong introduced you to juyeon.

juyeon smiled and raised his hand to you, offering a handshake. "thank you so much for your work and help for my family. it's a pleasure to meet you, miss..."

he halted his word, still not knowing your name. you were stunned for a second, seeing the lee juyeon in front of you, but a squeeze on your shoulder from hongjoong woke you up from your flustered state. you quickly took his hand in yours, shaking his hand firmly.

"jung. jung y/n." you stated your name.

juyeon raised his eyebrows and chuckled in amusement, "you got three jungs in your group?"

"jung wooyoung is my husband. i decided to take his last name since i don't have one myself." you explained. his confused face made you explain some more.

"i was an orphan."

he nodded lightly to your explanations, choosing not to push the topic any further.

"jung wooyoung is a great caporegime from what i've heard." he commented. he then turned to the picture you were observing before, "you seemed fixated on these. anything particularly interesting with our pictures?" he inquired, opening a conversation between you.

you looked back to the pictures, and offered him a small smile. "yes," you answered, "you're a particularly handsome man."

juyeon's laugh filled the room, drawing almost everyone's attention. his eyes crinkled with how big he was smiling, "are you flirting with me, mrs. jung? aren't you a married woman?"

you laughed along with him. "just pointing out things. but there is another thing that interests me."

you glanced at a picture hanged beside juyeon's, where a man, as handsome as juyeon stood in the picture. if juyeon's look were fierce, this man's was haunting enough.

you said his name.

"the iron fisted, lee minhyuk." you spoke, then continued in such an alluring way to juyeon, "an interesting man, don't you think?"

"my father?" he stepped closer to you, while staring at his father's picture with you. "what made you think like that?" he challenged.

"he's an interesting man. an absolute family man. he did many things, all rights and wrongs. that he'd do anything to protect his family." you commented.

"anything, even if it means he should dethrone his other family."

"y/n!" hongjoong hissed.

your last words quickly created this thick air around you, juyeon, and hongjoong. the tense escalated so fast. you could visibly feel hongjoong's nervousness, while he shoot daggers at your back.

but the challenged look on lee juyeon's eyes were more fiery, filled with unexplained mixed feelings. you've stepped over the boundaries.

it wasn't a secret, how lee juyeon got his throne now.

some admired the iron fisted lee minhyuk.

but more than just a few called him the usurper. that for a reason.

your eyes went to another picture beside minhyuk, where a woman stood in the picture. the well-known, fierce and powerful southern queenpin, lee jiyoung. it has been told she was one of the finest mafia queen to ever live.

see, the lee family had this thing where they passed down the throne to their first borns, generation to generation. one case was known where a first born didn't produce an heir, hence the throne passed down to their younger sibling. but that younger sibling died before they even ascended to the throne, so it was given to the younger sibling's first born.

lee jiyoung's case of being the first woman born as a first born into the lee family, was a new case. yet the family chose to honor the first born tradition still.

lee minhyuk wasn't a first born. he was the younger brother to lee jiyoung. the second choice.

lee jiyoung didn't have an heir to ascend to the throne, but even before that, minhyuk led a rebellion against his sister, deeming her unfit to rule over the south because the south became imbalanced under her reign, and she couldn't produce an heir for herself. that she'd be the doom of the lees. a war broke between the two siblings that divided the lees into two side.

the first born woman versus the son of the lees.

it was told that lee jiyoung died because one of her men betrayed her over lee minhyuk. since she had no heirs, minhyuk easily rose to power, and after five years of reigning, death greeted him and now the throne passed down to his first born, lee juyeon.

there was a rumor going around that said jiyoung did marry, and had an heir. some rumor said minhyuk killed the heir, some said the heir ran away and minhyuk tried to hunt them down, some said those rumors were bullshit because there was no proof of jiyoung getting married to anyone nor giving birth to any heir.

some said there was a prophecy that a non first born will bring doom over the family.

yet here they stand, stronger than ever. by the power of lee minhyuk, and his son, lee juyeon.

you gave no shit to any of the rumor.

you're just in for the history lesson.

juyeon, with his hidden rage, came even closer to you. "interesting thoughts, from an interesting woman." he almost snarled.

he offered you his arm, "hongjoong, may i talk with mrs. jung privately? just for a few moment," he asked for his permission, not even looking at hongjoong. it was more of a demand, with how his eyes were fixated on you.

hongjoong nodded with unsure and fear, and he stepped away, leaving you and juyeon alone.

you took his arm, linking your own with his. you could feel his muscle tensing.

you both started walking slowly around the room.

"what made you say that?" he inquired softly, but deep down, you know his blood must be boiling inside. he was challenging you to say what you said before.

you wouldn't dare to wake the lion up from his sleep. aside from his birth, he's a kingpin for another reason.

he was notoriously known for being merciless.

"don't get me wrong, mr. lee. it might sound not right... but that wasn't the direction i was aiming for." you explained softly. he stared at you still, awaiting your words and explanation.

"he was much of a family man, as he was a businessman. he sacrificed his sister, but he saved the whole empire. south was losing their strength to the end of lee jiyoung's reign, but your father's iron fists fixed that, despite the rumored prophecy."

"that prophecy is a bullshit." he snarled.

you nodded. "i believe so, too. and your father proved it further. only five years, and he made the most out of himself. for the empire, and for you, his son." you continued.

"such a passionate, and inspiring man. for me, at least. i strive to be that kind of person."

you sighed before continuing, "and the reason behind that was because of the conversation i had with san, one of our member. apparently my husband told him about wanting to have kids and a whole family, and i just... gave it a thought."

you watched from afar, to the other side of the room where wooyoung was laughing around with seo changbin. "i think of how far i'd go to protect my loved ones, my children if i'll ever have them, my own husband —and right now, ateez."

"and i think i have it in me as well, to do anything to protect them mr. lee. whatever it takes." you declared. juyeon seemed confused with the way the conversation go. the direction was unreadable to him.

"how far did you go then, to protect them." he asked.

"jang hanseo was a good person. he had nothing to do with his brother's dirty work, but he had to take the bullet for us."

the walk was halted.

when lee juyeon turned his body to you, he found you smiling, small and soft. no trace of panic, uncomfortable or whatsoever. like you did not just killed anyone, though murder wasn't a new thing in the underground world. yet the fact was you didn't just killed anyone, you killed this particular someone which caused a domino effect; you singlehandedly took down a whole family. you looked so calm, way too calm to his likings, after dropping such information to him.

"you killed jang hanseo?" he stammered, unsure. "i thought it was jang hanseok?"

"it was jang hanseok." you assured. "i knew he was going to kill hanseo in the end. but i needed it to be dramatic, i needed to trigger it to happen at the right time. so i just did a little something for hanseok to take all the blame. don't tell hongjoong though." you glinted playfully at him.

"what i mean from our conversation, is that i want you to vouch for ateez. to let us work with you, starting with a small job. help us rise to our glory. we're going up and stronger, that i can assure you. our drug business is strong enough and still we strive for more. this is just the beginning. i'm aiming for a bigger and better cause, and i believe hongjoong does too." you declared to him.

"after all, the more power, the more likely it is to win, no? just like your father."

silence filled for some time between the two of you, even though the room was filled with people and their voices. like it was some unimportant background noise.

you left lee juyeon speechless and agape.

this was the first time you ever showed your face to the underground world, first time ever to be introduced into it properly. yet the way you carried yourself, the way you talked to him., like you've been there for a long period of time.

he was almost mesmerized.

juyeon took a good look on your face, studying your calm demeanor. he furrowed his eyebrows before blurting out.

"have we met somewhere before?" he questioned.

you froze for a bit upon the question. your eyes widened. a nervous laughter escaped through your lips with the way he examined you so thoroughly.

"maybe, if you were ever indebted to a loan shark," you chuckled nervously, "but judging from your wealth, then no. this is the first time i've ever been introduced properly to a fellow businessmen, even after being married for a year to my husband."

"you sure? because you sound like you were born for this." he quipped, "either that, or you're bold and talented enough for this." he said with a jested smile. you returned his smile with your own.

"you flatter me. but i suggest you keep your praises, because i have more in my sleeves that'll wow you, mr. lee." you threw a witty remark which had him laughing, once again drawing the attention to the both of you.

"you're coming to the gala right?" he asked. you nod your head, confirming your presence in the said gala in the future.

he pulled a satisfied smile. "good. i'd love to get to know you more, mrs. jung. you've interests me."

juyeon took his arm off of you before moving to stand in front of you. his eyes never left yours when he took your palm in his hand and bowed, landing a gentlemanly kiss the back of your hand.

"i'll see you around." and with that, he left.

when he's no longer in your radar, all the anxiety that you hold back bursts out, sending you in a manic episode.

being so close with lee juyeon like that the first time brought fear to you so much you wanted to puke. the burden was too much for you to handle.

your feet moved quickly than your thoughts, bringing you out of the hall in a fast pace that you almost sprinted out. you ran and ran away from the crowd, your feet opting to brought you out to the garden in the back of the mansion.

before you could stop, your legs gave out first sending you to crash against the grasses. you'd fall face down if it wasn't for your hands withstanding your upper body. you tried to catch up with your breath, but it was hard with all the running you did and with the anxiety that consumed you.

you could feel your breath hitched, hear the high-pitched wheezing every time you tried to breathe, desperately gasping for air.

your vision goes darker and darker as you start to lose consciousness.

"—hey? hey! miss!"

you could hear yourself losing your breath, but you also heard that voice, probably calling for you. by some forced your body was flipped, eyes facing the sky.

it was a dark and dull sky, you thought. but maybe it was just your eyes shutting themselves close.

"miss! can you hear me? hey— wake up. wake up!" the voice had said. you tried your best to follow its command. your eyelids were heavy and fluttering but you tried to open them.

"breathe in, breathe out. do it with me, c'mon." the voice urged. "breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out."

following the instruction was hard, yet you trued anyways. at first it felt like your lungs has been teared apart, but you follow still, breathing in and out. soon the pain subsided, and you found yourself breathing again.

slowly, you gained your consciousness back. realization hit you when you felt a hand on your back and on your cheek, holding you up against their body. you blinked a couple of times, and your eyes started to outline a person in front of you.

you blinked a couple more to clear up your vision.

you were faced, eye to eye with the man holding you. his brown eyes were a pair of the softest eyes you've ever seen, and it was showing how worried he was. his eyebrows almost touched each other in a line. his eyes kept staring at your face, making sure you were okay. by now, you could clearly his soft and honey glazed voice, when he asked you.

"are you okay?"

a... poster... of my own. rounds of clap for myself.

also spoiler alert; it was kim younghoon. i forgot to blur his face and when i tried to, it was weird af so. kim younghoon. is the last guy.

i got nothing to say other than see u on the next chapter lmao. love yall.

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moafloribunda · 3 months

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welcome to moafloribunda, a frenchy world ruled by imagination (and cliche, because we're worth it)

léa ● presque trente ans mais en fait 19 ● pense et parle beaucoup en anglais parce que c'est so much better dans ma tête but écrit en français pour les french kpop stans qui ne sont pas forcément à l'aise avec la langue de shakespeare mais qui ont aussi des besoins ● multistan : moa, atiny, engene, not fully but a stay and some others parce que pourquoi se limiter avec autant de talent à disposition ??? ● aime reblogguer avec des commentaires en anglais, sorry, c'est tellement plus satisfaisant ● ouverte aux demandes si ça rentre dans mes valeurs

les valeurs : beaucoup d'amour, de l'humour, du sarcasme BEAUCOUP DE SARCASME, de la cohérence avec les caractères des messieurs utilisés, moult utilisation de références pop culture et d'anecdotes sur lesdits messieurs, du rougissement en masse, des clichés à MORT parce qu'on le vaut bien, des papillons qui volent dans la poitrine et plus si affinités

♤ ouverte au suggestif mais pas intéressée par plus et les bails sombres avec des membres jeunes c'est non (la prison vous guette)

Enhypen

Jake ♣ le voisin d'à côté

Jay ♣ en cours

Sunghoon ♣ la mécanicienne et le glaçon

Tomorrow x Together

Ateez

#txt #txt x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #txt x y/n #fanfiction #french fanfiction #kpop #kpop fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader

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if the prisoners got put into subunit type groups of 3-4 (sorta like in Love Live! if you're familiar) who would be put together? What sort of aesthetics would they have and what kind of songs would they sing?

SORRY FOR SUCH A LATE REPLY ANON i got really excited bc i actually was thinking about something like an idol au with my prisoners and i also was a huge love live fan (still like it, just haven't really been keeping up with it) and i wanted to draw something with that concept, but. some things got in the way 😔

anyway, here are the (sub)units! >:D

yep, the high schoolers are in the same unit here! i thought that maybe their aesthetic would be something like. a high school rock band :'D?? i imagine their songs being really fun and energetic most of the time, but having really sad lyrics sometimes, like when you listen closely, you'll go ".. hey, wait a minute, is this song actually about feeling extremely lonely and feeling like nobody cares about you".

riku would be the leader of the group, even though akio is the one who always likes to be in charge. (or at least that's what akio says. it's hard to say who actually was in charge when he was dating arata) come on, he's the popular boy, he's loved by everyone, who else would it be?

riku would also have the same role he had in his canon band: he would be the vocalist and the guitarist.

honestly, i think keyboard would fit both akio and aimi, but if i had to choose, i think akio would be the keyboardist. aimi can be the drummer! i know that this sounds surprising, but this girl has a lot of energy and she also wouldn't want to stand out much, she'd rather let akio and riku take the spotlight, so she'd be fine with that role.

yes, if you remember one detail of arata's design, you can see that akio is matching with him. i can see akio and arata breaking up in this au and akio getting a crush on riku (just like in canon, mostly bc he simply reminds him of arata), but still wearing stuff like matching accessories to remember his ex.

and yes, he'd also get at least one of his ears pierced to match with riku too. DUDE JUST CHOOSE ONE OF THEM. OR DATE BOTH OF THEM. IDK MAKE YOUR CHOICE ALREADY 😭😭

I FORGOT RIKU'S MAKEUP JUST PRETEND IT'S THERE.

aimi is wearing a black shirt instead of white just like akio and riku for no particular reason, i just thought she looks better in it. there are other ways to interpret it though.

arata knows about akio being in this band and he has actually listened to some of their songs. he doesn't really care about him anymore though. akio has already served his purpose.

THESE GUYS WERE THE FIRST UNIT I'VE CAME UP WITH LIKE I KNEW I HAVE TO PUT THEM IN ONE GROUP. do not separate them (please separate them they are so codependent even though their relationship brings them nothing but pain P L E A S E)

what can i say. they're the fanservice gang. they exist to make people simp for them and that's it. their songs are either very cool and fun and they sound like something from giga and/or reol or they sound like something from. uh. i don't know. a kpop dominant bf playlist (it makes sense in my head. it does).

i don't think they'd actually have a leader, but if they had to choose, it would most likely be eiko simply because she's the most "normal" one of them and she knows how to act in public and how to make people fall in love with her and find her attractive without being weird or creepy. she's also the one who comes up with excuses and explanations whenever someone catches kei or shun doing something. something that can potentially ruin their reputation.

all of them are vocalists and someone else writes music for them (imagine if it was ruka). shun is mostly there for the quiet parts or rapping parts, meanwhile kei and eiko are the ones who do most of the singing. kei is very well-known for his vocal range because he can easily go from a very high-pitched voice to a very deep one in a few seconds.

both kei and eiko are good at dancing, however shun still has to learn a lot and it can be hard for him to memorize the choreography.

I CAN STILL IMAGINE HIM BEING THE MOST POPULAR ONE. like there'd be so many yt compilations of him doing silly things and people would go "HE'S SUCH A FAILGIRL I LOVE HIM".

kei tries so hard to keep up his "alpha male" image that their agency has came up with but his fans keep insisting that he's actually this group's babygirl. he doesn't know what to do with this information.

eiko does not like most of her male fans and would rather not interact with them at all, but hey, she still enjoys the attention.

LISTEN. this unit kinda looks like i just put all the prisoners that i couldn't find a unit for together and you're right, but also.. i've been thinking about these characters' parallels a lot.

anyway, naomi, yurika, asahi and reina would actually be in an idol group! yay! hm? what is an 11-12 y/o boy doing with a 30 y/o woman and girls who are in their early twenties? uh. he's there for an emotional support in case they want to squish someone's cheeks, i guess.

i think naomi would be their leader as the oldest one and the one who, again, is the most "normal" one (at least on the outside), but i can imagine all of them being very popular for different reasons? like i can imagine a lot of people simping for naomi or just genuinely loving her singing, people thinking asahi is cute and very talented for his age and yurika and reina fans finding them relatable and funny.

i think naomi would have the best vocals in the group, meanwhile reina would be more of a rapper or just have the parts that require someone to sing in a more quick manner. yurika and asahi would have very soft and cute vocals which are perfect for idol songs.

yes, some of the details on their outfits are the same color as their second image color.

asahi would most likely be a nepo baby who got into this group only because of his adoptive parents.

"does naomi still want to kill asahi" yes.

similar to eiko, yurika does NOT like her male simps, but whenever she sees a cute girl holding a lightstick that is her image color. that's it, she's blushing, she's giggling, she's kicking her feet. it doesn't matter to her if she's performing rn.

reina would be the one with the biggest number of funny youtube compilations, i just know it.

#i haven't really thought about miki and eiji's roles here but like. it would be so funny #“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY LITTLE BROTHER WHO I THOUGHT WAS DEAD IS ACTUALLY AN IDOL”#and eiji seeing his brother perform and going “. i hate you so much BUT THIS SONG IS A BANGER BUT I STILL HATE YOU AND YOUR STANS”#❔answering asks ❔#👑prisoner 001: miyagawa akio👑#🌸prisoner 002: hanasaki aimi🌸#💔prisoner 003: ishizu shun 💔#🌿prisoner 004: chiba naomi🌿#🍓prisoner 005: sanada kei 🍓#💎prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko💎#🍬prisoner 007: yano asahi 🍬#🎀prisoner 008: maruyama yurika 🎀#🎸prisoner 009: kuroki riku 🎸#🎭prisoner 010: himura reina🎭

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thedeepend-tmblr · 1 year

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AU IDEA:

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Relationship: OT5

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Blood/Violence

Tags: Action, villains, anti-heroes, violence, blood, hurt/comfort, serious injuries, minor injuries, panic attacks, sex

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In an alternate universe, instead of txt being kpop idols, they are "ex" villains who were released from a high-security prison to help find and secure other dangerous criminals, as well as criminals with more lesser sentences, after a mass break out. The government was hesitant seeing as the five men had caused a lot of trouble in their past. But seeing as they've been rather tame during their time being locked up, they are given a proposition they just couldn't refuse.

They're allowed to unleash their animalistic violence as long as it is by the chief's orders and rules.

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This is just a summary, nothing has been actually typed out. But if any of the au ideas I post sound interesting, let me know.

#txt fanfic #txt ff #txt au #txt aus #txt ot5

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lemon-sugarcoats-nothing · 2 years

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🐝 TMI Tuesday: What inspired you to create your OCs?

🐝 - alright so this is a bit of a history lesson but not a super long one hopefully.

Lets start with the oldest of the characters, both in actual age and in creation date.

Kai - He started as a love interest for Mocha in the RP, he was a charming, wolf bad boy with a fresh face, pale skin and dark hair. Mocha wanted him to be edgy, some of that will be explained later in Shade's section. For the pony Kai, his inspiration is simply the current day version of his character; Our tall older brother, who looks after his siblings, partners and kids, and wants only the best for them, inspiration for such is taken from general older siblings in cartoons and anime that take care of their siblings when parents are out.

Shade - So for context, Mocha ( Mod for @cinnavanillamelody ) and I have a separate, non-pony rp world; Thats where most of our pony characters have their roots. In this world, Kai started as a werewolf vampire mix, then later just werewolf; He appeared more like your standard anime wolf boy but certain things with were more werewolfy than they are now. So his species changed to just Wolf. This is important for Shade's history, because Kai used to be a lot more violent as a character when full moon came around and he went all wolfy. Kai's violent wolfy side was later separated out into a separate state of consciousness (an alter but NOT in the DID or OSDD sense) and later got his own body. He was first named wolfy but later got renamed Shadowclaw, with Shade as his main nickname everyone used for him, after he got married. I later renamed him to Nightshade because I think it sounds better.

TL;DR: he started as a more violent version of Kai that later branched out into his own person and in a later reboot, a separate character altogether.

He still has some of his roots of being "wolfy" though, in that he can get violent when his family is being threatened. Like Kai, his and Lucious's pony forms are basically just inserts of their current day characters in the other rp! His design specifically though might change to look more like him in the normal rp, with a lighter coat, so that i can actually give him the eyeshadow looks he has normally. Some inspirations for him are Kpop and anime edgy boys in general, and manhwa's eyes.

Lucious: This one has a more straightforward answer, thank goodness. He again started as a love interest for Mocha, and doubles as Cinna's love interest in the pony world. His species in the normal world is inspired off of succubi/incubi and are considered a distant subspecies of Lust demon known as Love Bat. Mocha also requested he have a little Yandere to him, which is a side of him that only ever shows up when his lover(s) are directly put in harms way, or in an extreme case in AUs ONLY, during a messy break up. This translates pretty directly into his pony form, except instead of being a subspecies of demon, its just a different species of Bat.

Inspirations for his character are:

-Succubi/incubi -concepts of love and heartbreak and what happens when you pull them to extremes -Demons and the seven deadly sins -Yandere characters like Ayano (from the cursed simulator game), and more directly, Monika. -Boy bands (appearance and hobbies)

Last we havvee

Al - This one is the only one of the bunch to have started in the pony rp world! Also was Mocha's first, and the pony inspired the normal world version this time. Im not sure what her initial inspirations were, I think he started as a scary looking unicorn studying advanced magic and was either mistaken as a villain, or was the villain and kidnapped someone. If he WAS the villain, that concept has since been turned into mistaken for a criminal when he's innocent.

My contribution inspirations: -Twilight, starlight glimmer and sunset shimmer a little bit -Stories of the culture inside prison and how that can really mess a person up -personal research into the affects of abuse, neglect and abandonment, in part how that can lead to issues with substance abuse and addiction. -Personal family history of addiction and my older brother -And stories, both real and fictional, about how making the right connections can set someone on a brighter path in life and help them battle addiction and mental health issues. -For visuals of his usual design, japanese and korean webcomics.

I hope this is the type of thing you were looking for! 🐝

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rupert phred would listen to kpop but since its 2014 in the hv au she probably listens to shit like one direction or backstreet boys or smthin

she listens to you dont know you're beautiful on repeat while watching the prisoners but they dont know its her music taste and think this is just another form of torture the pfef does

AVSAHDHEHHSJSSJ

#sootinmynose

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midnightdonghyun · 1 year

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Hey all! I am reopening this blog :)) I'll probably use it to post little drabbles within the differen't au's im interesting in.

I'll link masterlist here when I finish it!

Here's my sideblog dedicated to a/b/o world building: midnight-omega

➶ ｡˚ ° I'm Megan I go by Meggi too

she/her pronouns, 24, ace

➶ ｡˚ ° Fanfic writer, in the past I did y/n a lot but these days I'm more interested in character making and world building with kpop faceclaims so expect a lot of drabbles and little world building posts

I focus mostly on AB6IX, but I adore cross fandom shipping so I will also work with BTS, Stray Kids, Wei, and any other kpop faces I happen to muse!

➶ ｡˚ ° I do rp on discord but I am SLOW and replies tend to be over 1k. Don't do super well with 1x1s but flourish in a small group as long as everyone is over 18 hit me up if you need someone!

DNI if...

➶ ｡˚ ° You're a minor, this blog can be NSFW

My interests change but currently obsessed with...

Vampires

Omegaverse

Catholicism as a whole

Nuclear disasters

Monster fucking and oviposition

Fantasy settings!!!

astrology

the prison system

#intro #kpop fanfic

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Thoughts on ManU vs Barca 🎤 see that's what you get for taking the piss! M🍙pe saved PSG again 😅 Ramos wtf, French and Spanish NTs in shambles 🤡 The Spurs defeating Chelsea oops

Sigh I blocked so many weirdos over the past few weeks. Also found out I met one of them at some point 🔫 I don't mind when someone travels for one or two gigs, but attending almost every stop on multiple continents and always getting barricade? And fan signs are even worse

Yeah I heard the atmosphere amongst SM's staff is not the best, even though they have so much work to do with the way SM's calendar for 2023 is FILLED. Apparently some people at Hybe aren't happy either. I'm laughing cause some stans (ekhm Armchairs) kept insisting that there's not Big 4 cause Hybe USED TO BE A SMALL LABEL. And now they're trying to buy everything?!

You're right, Hybe hops on every trend, they're not pioneers in anything except shitty unnecessary vocal processing

Noooo exams stopping you from having fun once again. Doesn't your avocado uni know kpop acts barely come to Vancouver??? But I hope Baekhyun's world tour isn't just Korea, Japan, USA, maybe SEA and perhaps London, Berlin, Paris if SM is feeling more adventurous

Please do not dance to Single Ladies in front of me, it triggers my fight or flight response 😭

No rice wine in my blood system, but lots of coffee, tea, bubble tea especially, and hot chocolate! Btw Baek the vegan spots in Seoul are banging!!! ❤

Most Brits find posh accents silly and tbh sometimes they do sound ridiculous, but what can you do lmao. Posh people are on sight 🔪 since the class system is still very alive and present in the UK

Mou vs Mbappe would be quite funny, I think both of them might lose their shit every 10 minutes 😭😭😭😭

Have you won the lottery yet? Instead of dreaming about being rich I had another Hwa dream...... well that dream won't to come true and I think it's for the best aksjaushwjajjsjaja

They're baby girling without knowing it lmao

Also they're doing dirty blonde SO DIRTY WHYYYYY. I voted black to piss people off, grey deserves better as well

Ok London isn't that cold rn and Seonghwa probably warmed up while jogging, but goddd wtf. We've been blessed by the calves tho. And here.... the slippers lol

I'm ready for more Kai serves! The wings huhu, I almost didn't notice he was half naked

Btw model, miss Tenelka has posted a new fic, I haven't read it yet, but my friend said it's model Hwa. AND I also had lavender oat milk latte and the same drink was mentioned in the fic, idk what to do with this info

Baek, what Wooyoung fencer AU, you need to focus on Yunho bestie 🤧😭

Snake Hwa agenda. Stop I was about to go to sleep at a respectable hour for a change, but HIM I'm devastated. How am I supposed to sleep

😭

And now some whiplash 🧍🏼‍♀️ - DV 💖

hello!!

Thoughts on ManU vs Barca 🎤 see that's what you get for taking the piss! M🍙pe saved PSG again 😅 Ramos wtf, French and Spanish NTs in shambles 🤡 The Spurs defeating Chelsea oops

barca played better, bodied man utd’s defenders the only good player was casmiro and thats cause starboy pedri was injured 🔫 BUT man utd was good! did u get the storm? MBAPPE ??? it was that small 5’7 boy from rosario actually, yeah but their duo is def >>> every team in shambles atp what even is going on

and waking up to this, YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE AND TWO KIDS HOW HARD IS IT TO BE A GOOD MAN 😭😭😭😭 another one for prison fc i guess and did u hear about the m***n g***n***d’s news 😭😭

YOU MET THEM??? DBSJDHSJDHKS did u get the vibes from them,, YEAHH travelling to every stop, tiring and the $$$$??? i just want their wealth tbh <3

iM sorry did they say there’s no big 4??? but weren’t they the ones…who made a big statement in your face type repeatedly that hybe was now big4… yEAAAHH i wonder how the sm staff’s are being held bc maybe their salary would be cut? it just seems like it’ll be a very hostile environment between two companies…no more interactions at award shows 🤚🏻 SM ARTISTS BOOKED AND BUSY GOOD FOR US 😭😭😭 AND WHAT IS THIS WHO’S SM FANS??? THIS IS NOT WE, ONLY A FEW 😭😭 anon u gotta go see this in irl

this would be ideal but i don’t think it’ll work out very easily tbh maybe like how super junior have their own label then it may!

now we using paper companies???? jail party omg prison fc is in talks for some MAJOR transfers!! this is a reborn rich episode

SHUT UP THIS IS SO FUNNY RVWKHDWKHDKW LEE SOO MAN ALWAYS GEYS THE LAST LAUGH ONCE A SCAMMER ALWAYS A SCAMMER 😭😭😭😭

You're right, Hybe hops on every trend, they're not pioneers in anything except shitty unnecessary vocal processing

YEAHH the whole sm doing the 90’s theme with snsd, shinee, exo and implementing it in their groups and no one said anything until it was hybe time and suddenly it’s a trend <3 they started the auto tune trend i guess then 😭😭

exams always stop me form having fun but canada is currently freezing in snow so there never is fun 😭😭 NO BC THEY GOTTA KNOW ATP! ANOTHER UNI HERE HAS AN ARENA WHERE EXO CAME AND THEY KNOW! THEIR EXAMS ALWAYS HAVE A SUS DATE but they also had a cheating scandal so maybe avo uni is better <3 YEAAAH i think since baek is very outspoken he’ll def have a lot of places to tour in,, remembering the exodus era he’ll def go to europe! he’s got a fascination with london <3 idk about kai tho i rmr he got threatened w knives in london apparently

Please do not dance to Single Ladies in front of me, it triggers my fight or flight response 😭 /// No rice wine in my blood system, but lots of coffee, tea, bubble tea especially, and hot chocolate! Btw Baek the vegan spots in Seoul are banging!!! ❤

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭

WATER !!!!! WATER !!!!! ASI ASI ASI HALA WATER !!!! are they??? omg anon start a food blog im about to drop a follow!!

Most Brits find posh accents silly and tbh sometimes they do sound ridiculous, but what can you do lmao. Posh people are on sight 🔪 since the class system is still very alive and present in the UK /// Mou vs Mbappe would be quite funny, I think both of them might lose their shit every 10 minutes 😭😭😭😭

AHHHHH what a fascinating place the UK is truly, do u guys mock them when u spot them,,, what about those girlies with concealer lips and the if you don’t know me i’m m to the b 😭😭 THEY DEF WOULD FBDNDB their strategy get their clash would need a desperate documentary

Have you won the lottery yet? Instead of dreaming about being rich I had another Hwa dream...... well that dream won't to come true and I think it's for the best aksjaushwjajjsjaja

see,, now,, a 5$ lottery is quite big for me ok! SO YES I HAD THE 5$ ONE! WAITING FOR A 48 MILLION ONE ACTUALLY!! WHAT DREAM PPPT PPTT RIGHT NOW ANON 🔫🔫

They're baby girling without knowing it lmao //// Also they're doing dirty blonde SO DIRTY WHYYYYY. I voted black to piss people off, grey deserves better as well

these all baby girls are dressed like manic pixie girls in romcoms 😭😭😭 WHAT THE FUCK THEY MEAN DIRTY BLOND IS HIS WORST?????? DO THEY NOT RMR WAVE ERA?????? WHAAAAT ATINYS HAVE NO MF TASTE ALL THE 1,432 OF THEM grey deserved the angst award tbh,, peak angst

also does this not look like they’re about to drive for mercedes in f1 😭😭

Ok London isn't that cold rn and Seonghwa probably warmed up while jogging, but goddd wtf. We've been blessed by the calves tho. And here.... the slippers lol /// I'm ready for more Kai serves! The wings huhu, I almost didn't notice he was half naked

when he posted those photos, my eyes went to his feet bc why is he barefoot in that nasty ass city come on 😭😭😭 they’re all peak london boys now 🤚🏻u think if hwa was from england he’d have a posh accent and live in the buckinghamshire area

MISS TENELKADJOWRITES DIDDDDD I READ ITTT IT WAS MODEL HWA DJWKDHWKDHSK U NEED TO READ IT!!!!!!! atp, are u miss tenelka in disguise 🤨 some psychic stuff sussy 🤨

Baek, what Wooyoung fencer AU, you need to focus on Yunho bestie 🤧😭 /// Snake Hwa agenda. Stop I was about to go to sleep at a respectable hour for a change, but HIM I'm devastated. How am I supposed to sleep

nO BC HEAR ME OUT ITS A FAMILY RIVALS TO LOVERS WHERE THEYRE BOTH SO MAD AND HE CHALLENGES THE YN ON A FENCING MATCH IN A ALL WHITE ROOM IN THEIR MEGA BIG ACADEMY AND THEYRE JUST ON THEIR WAY TO KILL EACH OTHER but guess who’s been in love this entire time <3

STOP I RMR THAT VIDEO 😭😭😭😭 A SNAKE AND A DRAGON DO U RMR THE SAN ANALYSIS 😭😭😭 THE GANGSTER

😭 //// And now some whiplash 🧍🏼‍♀️ - DV 💖

anon that was not a whiplash,, that was a whole crash what the hell 😭😭😭

PLEASE FHWKFHEK

WHAT 😭😭😭

i saw this and thought that matthew mcconaughey would be the perfect schumacher if they ever did a biopic on him

i think atz would go kinda crazy if this happened AND SO IT SHOULD NOT THANK U <3

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Les lois de plus en plus stupidités à l'Infinie VS l'Infinie du Nord

Bonsoir, tout le monde! Aujourd'hui, je vais vous montrer un pays imaginaire qui a moi-même crée. J'ai nommé; les lois les plus folles à l'Infinie VS l'Infinie du Nord.

Commençons avec l'Infinie!

Premièrement, le permis de conduire est interdit au moins de 21 ans parce que les adolescents ne savent pas conduire à tout le monde qui peuvent risqué d'avoir un accident de char.

Deuxièmement, l'intimidation des élèves dans l'école est toujours puni par la loi. Les petits tannants peuvent être dans l'eau chaude parce que ses parents sont pas contents d'avoir assez le fun et ils vont appeler la police.

Troisièmement, fesser ses derrières peuvent être passible par la peine maximum de 50 ans de prison. Au lycée, par exemple, un jeune de 18 ans donne une fessé à une fille de 16 ans est une grosse erreur. Il est aussitôt arrêté d'une agression sexuelle, et il est jeté en prison pour 25 ans.

Suiant, l'Infinie du Nord!

Premièrement, regarder Thriller de Michael Jackson avec les enfants peuvent être condamné à la peine de mort. Car le royaume absolu oblige de supprimer la chanson d'Halloween à cause de film d'horreur.

Deuxièmement, donner un sac de chips 'Sel et Vinaigre' à un chat ou un chien peut être aussi condamné à mort. Metons que, la famille achète les chips Lays Sel et Vinaigre à l'épicerie et donne un morceau à un chat ou un chien, ça risqué d'avoir la 'bave' où risqué d'être mourir. Alors, ne vas pas donner un chips sel et vinaigre sur les animaux, les gars!

Troisièmement, pratiqué le hockey sur glace est strictement puni par le roi absolu. Juste aller au sports de hockey sur glace peut te torturer, jeté dans le camp de prisonniers et exécuté publiquement, peut-être avec ta famille aussi.

Quatrièmement, regardé les musique pops peuvent être dans l'eau chaude. En 29 568, une jeune fille de 16 ans nommé Madeleine Turcotte faite une grosse erreur d'écouter la musique Kpop à des voisins. Elle est arrêté d'un cancer vicieux, elle est condamné à mort et exécutée par la gyration d'éxécution.

Dernièrement, les Nord-Infinitiens ne possèdent pas les faux numéros de license "29THD03", et personne ne vous trouvez de les acheter. Parce que c'est illégal! À l'Infinie du Nord, le numéros de plaque 29THD03 est une symbole de l'ennemi anthropomorphe et l'interdiction de denim impose leur message antiouest et antidisney. Apparement, la haine pour "Impérialiste Velu" est si forte que même les enfants de la garderie qu'on apprend à détester tout ce qui à voir avec Walt Disney.

C'est tout pour ce soir et je te remercie à tout ce qui vaut, laisses les commentaires écrit en dessous, et n'oublie pas de mettez un like et adore, et je vous souhaite à la prochaine!

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i-growl-growl-growl · 6 years

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My Strong Rebel

Genre: Prisoner of war au

Pairing: Yeosang x Seonghwa (other Ateez members make appearances throughout the story)

Word count: ~3.1k

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Warning: this fic contains: dubcon, noncon/r*pe, profuse cussing, abuse/torture, neglect, & mentions of war throughout the series. If you are sensitive to any of these topics DON’T READ THIS FIC. (also, please keep in mind that this is a re-hash of an EXTREMELY old fanfic that I wrote and it was written using idol ships so, if you’re not into shipping idols with each other, like I no longer am, then there’s another reason not to read this)

(If there are any problems that you have with this fanfic upon reading it, please message me politely stating the problem and if it’s dire enough then I’ll take the fanfiction down. Please DO NOT bombard me with threats. I’m willing to work with people as long as they deal with the situation appropriately.)

~Savie

“Who the fuck are you?”

Yeosang glares up at the guy, but only sees a silhouette at the top of the filthy stairs. He’s been in the dark so long that his eyes won’t allow for his sight to adjust to the light shining through the open door where the figure currently stands. Light digs at the shards of glass but he sees enough to know that this guy isn’t one of the usuals. He holds himself differently than those assholes.

The guy doesn’t answer, he just slams the door shut again.

Yeosang sinks back down onto the floor. His leg is killing him, but he always manages to haul himself to his feet when the door starts to scrape open. He won’t give these assholes the satisfaction of seeing him on the ground. No, if they want him on the ground, they can fucking put him there themselves. Which they do, and have done since the day he was captured. Forcing him down into the dirt, kicking his legs apart, and fucking him till they get enough of their fill and he’s nearly passed out from exhaustion.

The first time…… Yeosang doesn’t allow himself to think of the first time. It was rough. He allows only that concession: it was rough.

But there’s that quote in his head he can’t quite remember. That one about other people needing your permission to make you feel humiliated. Was it humiliated? Or was it lesser? Maybe it was neither of those things. Doesn’t matter. Point is, Yeosang has not given these assholes the permission.

They can break him physically… and oh hasn’t that been a wondrous fucking joy for him to be put through… but they can’t fucking touch him mentally. Not a single, solitary, slim, god damn chance!

Yeosang draws his bad leg up and messages the kneecap. If it was broken, he wouldn’t be able to bend it right? Hurts like all hell though. The flesh around it is swollen with fluid and the skin is busted too plus, whatever it is that leaks out the lifting scabs stinks like death. It’s filthy, rancid, and Yeosang is pleased about that. He’s looking forward to dying of the infection.

And all without a single word passing his lips about the rebellion.

Which is another thing he doesn’t allow himself to think about. He buries that deeper in his mind than the memory of his first night as a captive, afraid that he can’t trust himself. Afraid that one day he’ll blurt it all out just because it hurts, and he’s not in the right mind, and he hasn’t had a conversation in fucking months not to mention that sometimes it even feels like the things they promise him: clean clothes rather than the tattered remains of cloth that still… somehow… manage to cling to his body, food… hot and fresh food, not the kind he is rarely fed now that stinks of rot and has mold growing from all that rests on the nearly empty plates they serve him… cigarettes, some nice, hot and strong coffee or fresh, cold water.. Whatever his thirst desires, medical attention….. Would be worth it.

Yeosang isn’t a traitor though, not even a martyr at that either but it turns out those are his only choices, and as much as he would like to be free from pain, even if only for a mere moment... for a slight little second of time… he can’t do it. Not because he’s a true believer in the cause but just because he can’t let these fuckers break him. Yeosang refuses to give them the smirking satisfaction of capitulating.

It gets harder for him to keep his stance up with every passing day, every passing hour, every passing second, but that’s okay.

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“Who the fuck are you?”

It’s been a long time since a prisoner greeted him with a snarl like that. Seonghwa slams the door again. ‘I thought you said he’d been here for five months.”

“Yes, sir” the guard, Yunho, replies “well, 147 days to be right on the mark if you want to be technical about it.”

Seonghwa leads the way back outside, glad to get the stench of the cells away from him, “and how exactly does a man who’s been a prisoner for 147 days still have any fight in him?” he wonders aloud. “How is he even still alive at this point, most prisoners like him would, and have been, killed off by now” he thinks to himself.

Yunho swipes his tongue over his chapped lips. “No idea, sir. That one’s a fighter that’s all I’ve got to say, he just refuses to break. Nothing can get to him, it’s like he’s superman in disguise... or ironman.”

Seonghwa consults his paperwork although he knows the prisoner’s details well enough already: Kang Yeosang, nearly twenty years old… “hmmm” Seonghwa chuckles to himself yet another time as he looks at the paperwork, vehicle repair man for the fifth battalion. “Vehicle repair man? Well at least he isn’t a cook like all the others supposedly say they are” the officer huffs through a breath. Yeosang has no family, or at least none that he’s willing to tell anyone about or none that Seonghwa himself can find through documents of the specific prisoner, from paper documentation or whatever documentation there is left on the nearly nonexistent internet anymore. The only thing he has been able to find was an unmarried mother who died when Yeosang was nineteen. No siblings for all anyone knows, but possibly an extended family somewhere in the world from the father’s side of the prisoner’s family but it’s impossible to tell.

And yet, Seonghwa squints into the sunlight, the men who have families break easier, earlier: “Please just let me go home”, “I want to see my wife and kids”, “please spare me, I have a family, I want to live to see them again”… Maybe Kang Yeosang really is alone in this pathetic excuse of a world. Seonghwa knows that feeling, he knows it well enough that he can work with it.

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“On your knees worthless, rat bitch!”

“Fuck you!”

Yeosang goes down, like always, when the guard hits him in the knees with his metal baseball bat but he goes down fighting.

They twist his arms behind his back and cuff his wrists, wrench his torn and tattered pants down and kick his feet apart and push his head down. Yeosang still struggles, only stopping when he feels the press of a boot on the back of his neck. He pants into the dirt, he can see the brightness of a flashlight shining at the edge of his vision, blinding him. He blinks his squinted eyes rapidly until he can see better past the brightness of the light and his sight manages to focus upon a pair of boots, these boots are different from the others though, they aren’t worn out or scuffed up like the rest that the other guards commonly wear, these ones are new… probably fresh out of the shoe making factory. Yeosang twists his head to see and realizes that the boots belong to the same man from earlier today, the one who stood on the stairs… well, the same broad silhouette at least.

“What’s your name?” the man asks.

Yeosang turns his face back into the dirt, clenching his jaw as he avoids the inquiry.

A guard kicks him in the ribs and he bucks away from the pain with a pained hiss, hitting his injured knee hard on the way back down and is almost swept away in the wave of pain that courses over him but, then the boot is back on his neck, pressing him into the dirt.

“I know what it is, even if you don’t tell me” the man says “it’s Yeosang, Kang Yeosang.”

No one has called him by his name in forever. Ever since he came here he’s been rat, bitch, slut, cunt, or timber… because of the way he’d go down as the guards knocked him to the floor. It almost made him gasp, hearing his true name spoken aloud like that so suddenly, spoken with such quiet intensity that his eyes sting.

“Why’d you fucking ask then fucking dumbass bitch?” he hisses and growls into the dirt as he feels hands on his hips and the weight of an overly large man kneeling between his thighs.

There is a hint of amusement in the man’s voice when he answers “I wondered how it would sound if you said it yourself, or as I should say, when you say it yourself.”

“Keep wondering asshole, you’ve got nothing from me” Yeosang thinks but keeps quiet otherwise.

He flinches as a fat finger digs into his ass, dry. They always go in dry. He grinds his jaw intensely to keep any sound from escaping him. An already wet cock drags up and down his crack until it finds its target and presses in with a thrust. The breath shudders out of him that he had been holding because everything fucking hurts, but he won’t let them know, not willingly anyways. At least it’s easier than the first night, every day since then his body bends and breaks a little more than before but his mind doesn’t, it stays as strong as ever because he won’t let it shatter.

He is pushed forward with every thrust, every grunt, until blood eases the path of the guard’s cock a slight bit. His injured knee scrapes against the filthy floor of the cell, sometimes a dull throb and other times a sharp, ragged, tearing pain that pulls him close to the edge of unconsciousness. Yeosang wouldn’t fight that if it were to happen but the pain is never quite enough to take him over that welcomed edge.

“Get your boot off his neck” the ‘new boots man’ commands with a sharp wisp of his voice. “Lift his head for me.”

Yeosang squinted into the more brightened light of the flashlight shining in his eyes now as his head is harshly lifted from the floor.

“Ah” the man says, nothing more, nothing less, for what seems to the prisoner like a lifetime.

It’s hard to breathe with his neck pulled back, with those fingers twisting in his hair and digging into his scalp because his hair isn’t relatively long.

Only four guards take him tonight and Yeosang takes the opportunity to breathe, to hold onto his anger when they change positions. He tells himself that there’s no need to feel ashamed because he’s fought them every chance he got, and he will continue to do so, what they are doing to him now and what they’ve done in the past hasn’t brought him down, and he’s proud.

With each induced pain Yeosang’s resolve only hardens. He hates these men. He didn’t understand what hate was before them but he sure as hell knows now. Hate has become the core of him, when he’s dead, they’ll find it written on his bones.

“There now” the silhouette man says in a soothing tone “that’s how we ride traitors, Kang Yeosang.”

The mentioned male is rocked back and forth as the fourth guard thrusts inside him. He blinks, trying to clear his vision, trying to clear his mind. He can’t really reconcile the man’s tone with his words, either Yeosang is a traitor they hate as much as he hates them or… no, no it’s a trick, of course it is, he can’t fall for this, it’s a new tactic to try and break him, and he won’t let that happen, he’s not a traitor, they’re lying to him. That moment of confusion amid all of this pain is nothing but a way to attempt to weaken his resistance. Yeosang might not understand it but he doesn’t have to, he knows its purpose although not recognizing the method.

He doesn’t care that they think of him as a traitor, they can call him every name in the book and he won’t give a shit, he still won’t open his mouth to defend himself, to engage is to have lost the battle. He learned that much in his battalion.

“Do you remember the Unjsa?”

Yeosang bites his lip, holding back a groan as he is fucked. He can feel blood and cum leaking down his thighs. Fucking Fuckers! He’ll kill them all one day, revisit every moment of torment he’s suffered but have it inflicted upon their bodies instead of his own, he’ll do it until they beg him to kill them, until they beg him for their very deaths.

“There is a row of statues of Buddhists praying after you get through the front gate of the temple. The temple has many statues of Buddhists and pagodas, A pagoda is a tiered tower with multiple ledges, but there is one that many people call the “rice bowl pagoda” because instead of ledges, it has circles but the ledges are used for storing relics.” The unidentified man with the new boots says as though he’s not even here, as though he’s not watching Yeosang being r*ped, as though none of this is even real. “They’re very beautiful… both the statues and pagodas.”

Suddenly he can see the statues and the pagodas and the mountains and hills that surrounds the area, he remembers the view of the place, and the temple itself.

Longing stabs through him, not for the temple that he was always so entranced with when he visited the sight back in Hwasun County of South Jeolla province, nor for his life before joining the rebellion when the new war began, which he is sure is the point that the man is trying to force, but something simpler… sunlight… he wants sunlight.

Panic flares within the prisoner. No, they will not exploit any weakness, they will not get me to give in! They will pry him open and tear him apart if that happens.

“Do you remember Unjusa?” the man asks quietly.

Yeosang wants to laugh but groans instead as his knee is jolted and he twists his face towards the light. “Unjusa. Is that all you got?”

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At this point Seonghwa thinks it would be a simple kindness to put a bullet in the man’s head and he might have as well if the man hadn’t of shown his hand like that.

“Unjusa. Is that all you got?”

Yeah, right.

Kang Yeosang knows exactly what Seonghwa was looking for there. Common ground, a shared memory, the first step on the path to what the officer would call cooperation, and the prisoner would call treason. It’s somewhere in the middle, probably. Common sense, self-preservation. That part of a human being that however brutalized, still wants to live, even if it’s only for revenge.

That particular fantasy is written all over his face.

Seonghwa watches as the fourth soldier r*pes the other male, which is not a pretty sight especially right now. He’s filthy and in obvious pain, but the stubborn brat still takes it like a champ, not breaking as his face is twisted in hatred.

The taller man in power steps forward and puts his hand on the tortured man’s lower back, he can feel the muscles shifting as he is rocked back and forth by his r*pist, his skin is hot and damp from sweat and possibly a fever.

“Did it hurt Mr. Kang?” he asks suddenly “The first time, did it hurt?”

Yeosang doesn’t answer but Seonghwa didn’t expect him to. Tonight is for getting to know his subject and he doesn’t expect to accomplish much.

“I think it did” he trails his hand up Yeosang’s spine, feeling each shuddering knot. “I think you wonder how anyone could ever enjoy it. You probably never had a cock inside you before you were captured, did you?”

Yeosang twists his head away and earns a slap from the man who had been holding his hair.

The officer enjoys the feel of Yeosang’s skin sliding over the bones of his spine. “Did you cry? Did you cry when they r*ped you?” He leans closer to the man. “It’s okay to cry.”

He earns a growl from deep within the other’s throat and he smiles at that as he leans back. So this is a wrong track to take with this one, this one won’t be broken the same way other are broken, he’s not afraid of pain.

“Or did you take it?” he asks “Like the cock-hungry whore that you are?”

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The words don’t sting, Yeosang is too strong for that and too used to hearing those words being said to him, what had been taken from him in this place has been taken from him by force alone, not by any sense of will, he knows that, he knows it to his core but still something inside him wavers.

It’s not the words that weaken him, it’s the touch. The touch from the other reminds him of…. No! he’s confused by the man’s touch, it’s not hurting him or an assailant but it’s also not remaining distant enough to be a voyeur either. If there’s a point the man is trying to impress upon him, he doesn’t know what it is. He can feel the warmth of the man’s palm against his skin. Not knowing the intention of the touch makes it almost unbearable, worse, somehow, than the fingers digging into his hips and the cock up his ass. At least he understands those things.

He stares into the flashlight, shutting down his mind, and waits for this to be over.

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Interesting.

No wonder the guards haven’t broken him yet.

Seonghwa sees a flash of pain on Yeosang’s face that is different from the rest of the prisoner’s facial expressions that he’s been blessed to see during his time working with him.

He smiles. “Ah, perhaps not a cock-hungry whore after all, and…” he lowers his voice, making his tone conspiratorial “and maybe not a virgin either. You liked this, once.”

A hit. He sees the smaller male flinch, he falters, but holds himself up.

Seonghwa keeps his hand on the man, maintaining their contact while the fourth guard continues to pound into him from behind. He silently marvels at the man’s resilience, but he’s not as strong as he thinks he is, the officer has figured that out now. Nobody is ever as strong as they believe they are. He just needs to keep attacking the other with gentleness, seeking a way in, and the man will eventually speak to him.

All that anger, all that pain: he’ll be desperate to unload it to the only kind voice that he currently knows.

Well, not kind, but in a dark place filled with monsters, Seonghwa will become Yeosang’s only option.

#I honestly don't know what to tag this as #I don't want it to end up anywhere where people can read it and get offended #war au #kpop war au #ateez war fanfic #prisoner of war fanfic #kpop prisoner of war fanfic #dark kpop #18+ kpop #18+ ateez #kpop prisoner au #I really don't know if I should be posting this #this feels super risky

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