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littleroaes · 1 year

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Boys In Cat’s Clothing, l.jy

pt.2

Y/n yearns for a place outside her secluded routines. So when college comes around, she gets the opportunity to go to Seoul. She becomes a stranger in this vast city and behind the job, she meets a creature without capability of her own language. Without realizing it, Y/n stands in the living room, saving magic from impending on itself.(or; Y/n finds a cute cat and takes him home, suddenly there’s a handsome man on her couch)

PAIRING ⏵ ( 3rd pov, she/ her ) lee juyeon x fem!reader

GENRES ⏵ FLUFF, light angst, a sprinkle of fantasy(cat shapeshifter!juyeon), strangers to lovers au, pining, (light)suggestive

WARNINGS ⏵ swearing(one time), clumsy scene where Juyeon accidentally cuts himself, one argument between Y/n and another character, slightly suggestive(one mature scene)

WORD COUNT ⏵ 11.9 k

AUTHOR’S NOTE FINALLY!!! I just proofread it one time, so i probably missed something. This is also my first fic on tumblr so hopefully the layout and all turned out fine. I’ve been a kpop fanfic writer for a couple of years, but this is the start of my tbz writer journey. Please, enjoy a wholesome, fun, easy read!

AT SOME POINT Y/N UNDERSTOOD HER LIFE WAS QUITE SECLUDED.

That her routine of going five minutes to school with eighteen kids and staying up until the moon covered for the sun. Because she knew everyone in town wasn't the usual. Of course she felt lucky to have that life. There’s a sort of feeling in daily life that sets you free when you don’t need to be afraid to go out. And even if she would’ve been afraid to go out, either her mother or father go with her. Heck, even her grandparents live just down some streets.

But beyond her tightly knitted space of freedom, she wonders what exists outside. Every summer when she goes down to swim, she meets the same lifeguard that saw her take her first steps into the water. And apparently y/n isn’t the only one he has followed through their childhood. He was born at the nearest hospital and has then lived his entire life here. The lifeguard is a sweet guy, but last summer y/n confessed to her friend; “What if I also end up living here forever?” She knitted her eyebrows and turned so her chin met the warm stone. “What do you mean, you don’t like this place?” Y/n turned to her and the setting sun covered their humid skin. “No, I don’t mean that, I just…”

Their conversation didn’t go much further than that. She understood y/n was feeling rather blue so she took her to her house for home cooked food. Y/n didn’t bring it up again, she hasn’t asked but clearly she could spend her entire life and more in this place. So she faced the sea for herself, and dreamt of a place far away, and now she’s here. Despite her very worried parents and not outstanding academic experience, she got into a university in Seoul and with her parents help bought a tight studio apartment. Her room was far from empty when she left for the train, so it’s definitely not the last time she has her feet on this land. Even now, she thinks about their melancholic expressions as they wave her off. Realization that their little girl is about to take on the world on her own.

The first step out of the train was rather overwhelming. Seoul was overcrowded and she could feel the skins of people brushing up against her own as she struggled her way out of the train station. But even when experiencing suffocation at every corner, she somehow falls in love with it. Her new life opens up in all directions and even though her apartment is smaller than her room back home, she has never felt a freedom like it.

She got herself a part time job at a restaurant to spend her time on the weekends. As much as she would have loved to tour Seoul with a girl friend by her side, she doesn’t expect much social interactions on her part. That’s a problem she faced before deciding to go to Seoul and still haunts her when she comes home from the restaurant. When balancing five plates and talking with at least one person every second, your thoughts kind of goes silent. But between her four walls in her bed and the only sound coming from the open window in the heating season, the loneliness eats her up from the inside.

It’s Saturday night and the place is about to close. Y/n cleans the last table and her colleague comes up to her.

“Finally done, I might fall asleep before I get home.” He says and stretches. Y/n continues sweeping the table while nodding.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Hey, Y/n!” A voice comes from the kitchen and she looks back. “Can you take this out for me?” She holds a big plastic bag in her right hand and Y/n goes to her and takes it.

“Thanks!”

“No worries.”

There’s no light as she steps out of the backroom and opens the door to the outside. A slight breeze hits her when the moonlight shines over the depressing garbage area. As if the moon watches her every move, Y/n stops at the staircase and lets the door close shut behind her. As weird as it was, she has this strange feeling in her stomach. A yearning for her past life. The place she died to escape from seems so much easier than her current one out on the staircase. Back home, she knew everyone and everyone knew her, it has always been that way. But in the overcrowded city, she stands skin to skin with strangers and a simple greeting will not take you far.

A rattle from the garbage container snaps her out of thought and she looks down to her right. The plastic texture moves around and Y/n tilts herself closer. The last thing she needs is some sort of parasite-sickness, so she grabs the plastic tighter to get ready to crush whatever creature jumps out. With a last loud struggle something actually does come out between the black plastic. A yellow cat. Y/n instantly notices the collar on its neck and lets the bag fall to the ground. While inspecting it, she notices hairless spots under the necklace and the extremely thin silhouette coming up from the bin. Without much thought, Y/n reaches out her hand to it. She jumps back as the cat the same second shows its teeth and jumps off the container and hides behind the fence further away. Sorry, Y/n thinks for herself and finally throws the bag. Before walking in again, she looks behind her shoulder. The frail figure of the soft creature caused her to stay a bit longer. The shining plate on his neck indicates that he has a home, but the hairless spots and irritated skin says otherwise. Y/n bites her lip before turning back to the door and closing it.

Her colleagues are done with the closing.

“Do you lock, Y/n?” He asks her at the door. Y/n nods while pursuing her lips and he gives her a thumbs up. When the bell goes off with the door, Y/n takes two deep plates and fills one of them with water. Rummaging through the cupboards, she finds a depressing pack of white bread. She stares with big eyes at the plastic packaging. Will she somehow kill the cat if he eats this? She thinks for herself. With her left hand she scratches her scalp and then takes the bread. With a light grip she separates the slice in small pieces and walks back out to the garbage area.

On her next shift, the plate out on the concrete was certainly empty, but she couldn’t be sure if it actually was the yellow haired cat or the seagull family on the rooftop. Either way, Y/n couldn’t help but feel sympathy for it. So she has built a new routine to hide away a small portion of the customers leftovers. So on a green paper plate before night comes and Y/n gets the task of throwing the garbage, she puts the plate about a meter away from the container.

Her new routine seems to bring comfort in her young adult life. She finds herself looking out the kitchen opening to see if the cat comes along. But Y/n always end up needing to close the restaurant before the cat visits the plate. Two weeks pass from their meeting, but life seems to move on without any new cross in paths. For each shift, her excitement over him vanishes, the only thing left is the fact that the plate is empty every time she comes back.

On a Friday, some hours after lunch, Y/n throws on her waitress outfit and stands quietly in the kitchen to listen to the group meeting. Her colleagues spew words that barely form meaning to her and she notices how they laugh and she quietly does the same. Her nail on her long finger is cracked and ready to fall off from how much she bends and flips it. Eventually the meeting is over and they get ready for opening.

Y/n quickly runs out to the garbage area. She opens the door and bends down to pick up the plate. As she looks up to stand again, two eyes meet hers some meter away. Beside the fence slightly covered by the ventilation box sits a small yellow cat. Y/n freezes as it may get scared and run away, but to her surprise it's still there. With big brown eyes the cat watches her standing up slowly. They never break the contact as she takes a step back. What does the creature before her think right now? Somehow she reads those eyes as curious and innocent. To be completely honest, Y/n doesn’t want to go running back between tables at the moment(she never does), but duty calls and she eventually closes the door behind her.

About once every hour she looks out the kitchen opening to see if it’s still there. During the first hours, the cat actually sat in the same place looking at the door where she had left. But as evening came around, the cat seemed to have lost interest and walked its way. She’s definitely disappointed and a bit surprised over how happy she was during those few hours. Fishing up the best leftovers and eagerly watches seconds move closer to the end of her shift.

The summer night has set and Y/n walks out to leave the trash and plate. When her right hand hovers above ground, she hears a clean, light chime. And once again, the yellow silhouette stands before her. It must have jumped over the fence. The creature stands closer this time and watches her and the plate intensely. The pupils are even bigger at night time and the yellow fur seems to reflect the moonlight. With it so close, she can actually read the silver plate on his collar.

Juyeon, just Juyeon.

“Hi, Juyeon.” She quietly whispers and the ears move up with her voice. Her expression radiates fondness as her eyes soften and lips curve into a crescent. “I guess you're a ‘him’.”

As it’s still one and a half meter between them two, Y/n place it down in front of her before pushing it to him. She wonders if he’ll feel comfortable eating when she’s watching or if it’s better to leave him alone. But without standing up, Juyeon starts eating off the leftovers. Her arms hug her legs in the kneeling position and her head tilts on her knees. Somehow, this scene before her feels incredibly comforting. It’s with the realization that this is her first interaction without pressure of fitting in since she left home. It feels stupid, but the loneliness she's been piling up like bricks, falls just in this instant. Maybe it’s full of sadness or she’s about to have her period soon, but a single tear breaks free from her eyes. The fond smile is now gone and tears roll down in silence as she watches Juyeon eating comfortably.

The world looks rather blurry now, but she catches how Juyeon looks up from his plate. His small head tilts to its side. A cat can’t understand feelings like a human does, but something tells her by the way his eyes stare into her figure and how he slowly walks forward to brush his body against her legs, that he feels her sadness. Even though she understands he can’t gripe why there’s tears running, she appreciates the fact that he does notice.

“I’m okay…” She sniffles quietly.

The single fact that a heart is beating so closely to hers, though not human, makes her feel just a bit less miserable. Y/n sniffles quietly and wipes away the tears with her wrists. With clear vision, the distance has shortened and they’re now body against body. Having him so close, she notices the red bruises between his light furr. Y/n frowns a bit as he takes another sway around her legs. It could be her imagining things, but feels as if there’s more bruises than the first time she saw him. To be fair, he’s very small, very skinny, and very fragile. It probably doesn’t take much to accidentally make ugly marks.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asks and looks deeply into the eyes of her new found friend. Not expecting an answer, she does get a ‘meow’ back. Which, she can’t help but smile at. One hand that comforted her legs is now placed on Juyeons head. The second her skin touches his forehead he nuzzles back in and lets out something that sounds like satisfaction.

“It’s okay…” She whispers, “We’ll be okay.”

Y/n expected Juyeon to move on with time. That sooner or later the color of his fur would be a vague picture she would keep for herself. On nights at 23:45, she would look between her ceiling and windows, wondering where he was, or if he even was real. But the world never fails to show her the most unexpected sides of life.

Every time she opens the door to the garbage area, he would sit there, looking up at her with big eyes. While looking into them, she wonders how much time he has spent there waiting. All those moments of picking up and putting down the same plate, she stays a second or two. Quietly wonders if she means to him what he means to her.

Clearly you’re a different kind than me, but I do find myself feeling comfort around you. In this city, I’m quite lonely. When my past life seems so far, you’re the only one that brings even a smallest bit of joy.

Does he feel that way too? She thinks. Or is the creature with tall ears even capable of emotions like hers? When sitting on the small elevated steps to the door, she quietly watches juyeon eat. At those moments, she truly hopes their relationship is based on something stronger than food.

But on a Saturday evening under the moonlight, her yellow haired friend seems to have vanished from earth. For every shift since that first day, juyeon has been waiting for her beside the fence. Sneaking out upon hearing her specific way of walking. But right now, she stands alone with the green plate. Y/n in silence looks behind every box and bin, trapping air in corners, but there’s nothing alive beside herself on this porch.

She stands still and tries to deny the saddened fact. The green plate now stands on the same spot it usually does. Y/n doesn’t turn her back just yet, instead she takes a seat on the elevated concrete and holds her hands in her lap. The scene is motionless, but for some reason she keeps looking. As she sits there, she wonders where he has gone. Breaking such a consistent pattern could be a warning sign, but at the same time, he could’ve just been bored. After all, the food was the golden lining between them, though she felt as if it was more than just food that connected them in this city.

When she takes power to walk off and close for the day, she hears a cry from the other side of the fence. It’s pitched like a child, but the last part makes it certain what made it. Thereafter, continuous struggles and rapid sounds of air getting cut follows. A voice from a person loudly complaining and screaming at someone. Y/n stands in the same position as when she was about to walk away. She looks between the gap of where the fence ends and sky starts, wishing for it to tell what goes on behind. The cold summer breeze seems to go right through her and takes her breath away with it. The countless scenarios that go through her head and they all end up with Juyeon blood stained and broken. Y/n makes no hesitation and runs to the door to get out of the restaurant.

On the sidewalk outside her job, she runs around the complex to find an opening. Doing about two turns around the cluster, she stands before the driveway up to one of the buildings. Y/n watches a woman with an empty bottle, swinging and kicking against Juyeon. Her door is open and she has nothing more than socks on. Her voice is filled with rage and cracks that only a broken heart can do. It’s impossible to make out sentences as she spits and trips by each word. Juyeon is tightly cramped between the wall, and for every step she takes closer to him. His figure seems to be getting smaller. Not moving any closer, she shouts.

“Please, stop!”

The lady hesitates from kicking again and looks over to Y/ns side. The woman starts with unstable steps, comes closer to Y/n and she backs away.

“What do you think you’re doing, lady!”

Y/n brings her hands closer to her chest and stares into the woman's eyes, “Please, don’t hurt him.” She repeats.

“It’s my fucking cat, mind your own business!”

“No.”

The bottle in the woman's right hand could come crashing down on her at any moment. And Y/n stares into her red filled eyes but nothing beside misery looks back at her. The person in front of her is not a person, just a shell of who she once was.

Y/n clutches her fists and pushes her body forward, “I said, don’t hurt him!”

Their faces are centimeters apart. She basically tastes the lingering alcohol from her. After a few moments of silence the woman lets out a frustrated sound and throws the bottle right onto the concrete. A loud shatter echoes on the driveway and green flakes splatter against the corners. A few hit her bare legs. But right after, the woman goes her way, ignoring the cat and shuts the door. The area around basically shakes with it and she hears a twist of the lock on the other side.

Y/n still looks at the same spot, left in the same position. Warm liquid paints streaks from her upper calf to her heel and her rigid breath can’t seem to slow down. But a smooth feeling across her lower legs takes her out of it. Y/n looks down to see Juyeon lovingly pushing his face against her bruised legs.

Y/n breathes out and bends down slowly, “I’m sorry.” She strokes his fur and pulls him tightly to her. Now she falls onto the concrete and sits with a glass splitter around her, but he’s safely placed between her arms. As her hand feels spots without fur on his body, she realizes where they came from.

“You’re safe now, Juyeon. No one can hurt you.”

The evening ended long before she sat up from the concrete floor outside the woman's door. Decisions have never come easily to her, so she waited for a sign. But Earth continued spinning and she looked down in her lap. Her arms caged him tightly to her body, but for a moment she let them loose. He was free to go. The streetlights showed him the path away from this place, but he sat relaxed between her legs.

Getting under fire for theft was the last thing she needed. But Y/n left the driveway with Juyeon in her arms, hugging him to her chest. And now, she quietly walks up the stairs to her apartment, whispering to god not to let Juyeon utter a sound. And for her fortune, she closes the door and the four walls surround them both. When usually coming home from work, the room looked rather gray with dark spots on her furniture. The single chair in the corner told her that no one else was expected. But tonight, this space seems warmer and the moonlight illuminates the hidden corners and soft fabrics.

Y/n looks down towards Juyeon. She sees his head observing the dimensions of her room. Does he like it, Y/n thinks for herself as she lets him down onto the carpet. He taps on the carpet a few times before taking a few steps on it and goes to her plant under the window. He sits down to pull the leaf down with his paw, just for it to jump back up. After he lost interest in that he jumped up on her bed, staring and sniffing at her stuffed animals. The fake seal beams towards Juyeon and he confusingly pats its face. Y/n still stands at the entrance and watches with a small curve on her lips his curiosity. It’s something very healing about watching him like this.

Y/n got ready for bed as Juyeon went on an exploration around the room. She felt a bit bad having him in a closed off area, but for the time being, Juyeon seems to find a lot of new things. As she walks out of the bathroom, she finds him curled up in the two person sofa. His yellow fur blends together with the beige fabric of the furniture and the light from her lamp paints him lovingly. Watching him like this, she realizes it’s a lot of things to fix if he will live here. She sighs and walks over to him. Despite being very attached to Juyeon, her current life will not handle another living being in her house. So she’ll eventually find a new home for him.

Y/n turns back around, walking away from the sofa and to her drawer. Juyeon seems to notice the sudden change in behavior and looks up. Y/n digs deep in between her clothes and lets out her breath with the stop of movements. She comes back to the sofa and Juyeon curiously watches the thin fabric in her hands. Y/n takes off his orange collar and lays it on the coffee table.

“You’re mine now, right?” She whispers and ties a yellow ribbon in the spot the collar sat. By adjusting it, the bow sits now at his front. Y/n looks down at him with fond eyes and laughs quietly.

“Why are you so pretty?” She pats his head before taking out a hair tie with a matching ribbon attached to it. She puts her hair up in a half up-do before turning her head slightly for Juyeon to see.

“Now, we’re matching. Cute, right?”

It’s hard to say if he understands her implications, but either way he does meow. Even sits up and brushes his head against her stomach. Again, for her own sake, she imagines him being very excited over their matching accessories. With light hands she cups his face and reaches down to his forehead. With a simple kiss she says goodbye for the night and walks to her bed.

While the sun covers the walls and showers her plant, Y/n rubs her eyes before sitting up. Outside the glass, the Seoul horizon folds out in full view. There’s small circles of water on the surface and she feels an urge to go out and smell the city after rain. It’s Saturday, no one tells you what to do on Saturdays so she finds it is an amazing opportunity to go and buy some stuff for Juyeon. As per automatic, she turns to the sofa where she left him last night. Her smile drops nearly instantly and she pulls her covers closer. Where it should be a fluffy, yellow figure stuffed between her pillows. It instead lays a full person with their back facing her.

Y/n sits there for some time, just staring at the stranger thinking they’ll disappear. Time moves and they haven’t faded from view. Are they dead, she thinks worryingly. Y/n finally takes off the covers and cautiously takes a step closer to the stranger. On her way she takes the lamp from the coffee table and takes out her phone, ready to just press one button for an emergency to come running.

Being just a few centimeters away, she pulls her face closer to the silhouette. Finally revealing their identity, she meets a calm face with their eyes closed. It’s a guy that she would guess grew up with the same TV shows as her and an appearance that looks too good to be a thief. She has a hard time imagining the man on her couch breaking up her window and taking a place on her couch. Is he crashing Juyeon while sleeping? Y/n thinks and tries to catch a piece of fur under his body.

A single detail pulls her out of it though. The guy has a yellow, silk ribbon tied loosely around his neck. The bow is perfectly placed under his chin and he looks very peaceful and innocent. With no trace of Juyeon anywhere, Y/n feels her mind wandering to places only in tv shows and she needs to look away from the couch.

She stares at him again. Y/n puts the lamp back on the table and clicks her way out from the 911 number. The stranger doesn’t seem like an intruder, but she’s still suspicious of waking him up. It doesn’t take much more than though, since he opens his eyes slowly. Y/n backs away and reaches out for the lamp again as the stranger lifts his arms up and yawns slightly. Y/n points the lamp right at him and he simply looks at her. His big brown eyes clearly remind her of Juyeon and the way he sits so timidly and looks up at her, like he’s asking what he should do.

“Who are you?” Y/n asks confused. The man tilts his head and stays like that for a few seconds. He inspects every movement of her face as if waiting for her to change. He then finally smiles.

“You’ve already forgotten me?”

Y/n squints at him. While he sits with crossed legs on her couch, she looks down at his ribbon. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling the urge to physically swift her arms around the room. Her eyelids stay closed as her mind once again spirals in what the hell happened this night. Somehow this is worse than waking up from a drunk night, wondering what scene you caused.

“Are you more comfortable with me in my cat form?” Y/n opens her eyes and lets the lamp fall beside her hip. His smile is now gone, but head is still tilted. He pouts a bit and twiddles with his fingers while looking down at them.

“You seemed more comfortable…”

Y/n now stands straight up and scratches the back of her neck. Her eyes move between the floor and the man in front of her. The apartment feels rather claustrophobic at the moment. There’s too much thought for this space and she looks out the window in hope for some of them to go. Y/n sighs and slowly walks over to the sofa. He feels the weight of the sofa shift a bit and he peeks up between his fringe. As their eyes meet once again, Y/n looks away and pokes at the lamp in her lap.

“So…” She nods with pursed lips, “...you’re Juyeon.” It comes out rather strained and hard. He simply nods while still peeking up and Y/n gives one back. Juyeon still pouts. There’s a bothering point that itches on his recent happiness. It makes him want to run away and hide under the table.

“I’m sorry, I can switch back to my cat form. I didn’t know it would happen.” He says quietly and Y/n side eyes him and at this point, he’s not looking at her anymore. Juyeon fiddles with the ribbon and she jumps a bit closer.

“Don’t say sorry, you can stay…” Y/n awkwardly uses her arms to point on his human figure, “...like that. It’s just-” She sighs and scratches her neck again. Juyeon looks up again.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

Juyeon inspects his own skin. He spreads his hands in front of him and leans back, “I didn’t know I could do it either…” He puts his right hand just a centimeter away from his face. Y/n inspect quietly as he continues putting every feature of his body up close. The way he keeps his eyes from closing just to watch each piece of his skin. When he actually blinks, it nearly looks like he’s afraid he’d missed something, as if his body would pull something unexpected when he wasn’t watching.

“...I never thought I could change again.”

Y/n tilts her head, “You could change before?”

Juyeon nods.

Having a fantastical creature on her sofa would rather intimidate her. Thinking of herself from an outsider perspective, why isn’t she driving Juyeon out of her apartment? Who knows what other mystical tricks he is capable of. But instead she tries to lean her mind somehow closer to his. What does this creature think? What more has he experienced? Is there a glitch in evolution? Worse, did his ancestors fuck cats? At this point her mind starts spirling, so much that Y/n hasn’t noticed herself physically coming closer to him.

Juyeon tenses up and leans towards the armrest. He feels quite naked, a bit vulnerable by her very obvious intrigue by him. Juyeons cheeks are stained pink and he scratches his leg and looks around the apartment.

As he moves in his seat, Y/n realizes their closeness and she immediately backs off and sits up. While standing she tries to remember her usual routines. In the mess she has woken up to, maybe she can find some comfort in her normal life.

“I’ll make u-us?” She hesitates, “..some food?” Sounds like a question, but she wants nothing less than an answer from whaterver’s behind her. So Y/n starts walking to the small kitchen area. While reaching for the yogurt she feels a sudden warmth behind her. Y/n peeks behind her shoulder and Juyeon inspects the inside of her fridge. She makes up such a detailed and intricate plan for breakfast it might get a place in an art museum, and she still feels his very presence move intact to hers.

At first it feels like Juyeon just follows her because there’s nothing better to do, but when she starts cutting up the vegetables, he leans in closer. At this point he has his head on her shoulder and Y/n nearly focuses more on keeping her shoulders still than actually cutting correctly.

By the left side of her view, a single finger moves closer to the tomato and silver knife. Y/n stops cutting and holds the knife away from his finger. The tomato leaks seeds and transparent juice, the knife is decorated with a spectrum of color after the cutting. A slight excitement and sudden spark within Juyeon takes him to poke the stuff on the counter. Y/n somehow takes an interest in his natural curiosity and lets him explore the cutting board, but soon he takes his finger on the knife blade.

“No!” Her hands form a grip on his wrists and bring it to herself, but on closer inspection and the whimper from Juyeon, there’s already forming a thin red streak.

“Juyeon.” Y/n sighs slightly and takes him to the bathroom. Still holding his arm, Juyeon drags his feet in her direction. The variation of boxes and bottles over the sink, he tries to remember them all before she shuts it. In her hand, she has a bandaid, but the man before her won't make it easy for her to put it on. As Y/n peels away the plastic Juyeon quietly pokes the sticky side of the bandaid with his finger and picks it up.

“I-give it back Juyeon, you need it.” Y/n reaches for it and Juyeon obediently listens to her by shaking his finger to get it off.

Y/n catches it before it lands on the carpet. She reaches out for his hand again and wraps it neatly around his finger. Juyeon’s quiet, but she realizes you don’t have to spend that long of a time with him to predict what he’ll do next.

“Don’t touch it.” As his eyes meet her stern ones, Juyeon slowly lets his hand fall back to his sides.

Y/n looks over his arms for more bruises and catches a glimpse of the razor beside the shower head, will he hurt himself with that too? As her thoughts race, she looks up and sees Juyeon looking down at her with pure eyes. He has a surprisingly warm effect on her like this. A cat or a man, Y/n has this comfort gently knitted against her heart and by that, she is about to reach her hand out to brush his hair to its sides. Though, her hand only gets about two centimeters up from her hip before she sneaks under him to get out of the bathroom.

The rest of the morning kind of goes like that. Like in his cat form, he never leaves her side. For every short turn in the kitchen, Juyeon is closely after. Y/n tries to get him away from the small fireworks of oil, but Juyeon insists on having the first row. Though it doesn’t last long, when the oil splatter and lands on his hand he quickly hides behind Y/n and peaks out from her shoulder.

Though he’s very much a 6ft tall man, college age, she finds him endearing. His presence in her home makes her rigid and square, but for each minute that passes, Y/n realizes he’s still very much a cat. In reality, he doesn’t pay much attention to her, it seems. While eating they sit at the coffee table while Y/n takes up her fork and knife to separate her egg into pieces, Juyeon looks back and forth between her and his plate. He grips the plate gently and shakes it to catch the yellow circle wiggle. Y/n smiles as he does it again and this time it breaks and paints the rest of his plate.

She plans on taking him out for a stroll around Seoul. Though he doesn’t need cat food or a box, he’ll probably need some clothes. Juyeon continues standing against her back as she picks out today's outfit and Y/n turns around so they stand face to face. She scratches her neck and coughs. Juyeon continues standing like a tree and as if waiting for an order.

“I…could you maybe go away?” Y/n asks gently. Pointing with her clothes to the kitchen area. Juyeon doesn’t move just pouts. But obedient as he is, he walks slowly over. Though, Y/n bites her lip, feeling like a bad person as his figure walks away.

“Or Juyeon…you can be here but just turn around…okay?”With that Juyeon smiles brightly and nods his head. His fringe follows those movements.

Even when Y/n says she’s done Juyeon stands with his back against her. She awkwardly watches him like this before saying he can turn around. Those eyes he has given her the entire morning, it’s a look of fondness as if she’s the one who brought him to life. Until his smile fades. His dough eye glistens as he tilts his head and a dissatisfied pout forms. Y/n tries to understand his change in expression as he walks closer and takes her hand.

“Why did you take it off?” He says softly.

He brings Y/n's hand up and her yellow ribbon divides the space between them.

“I usually have my hair down when being outside.” Though, it isn’t a lie, she has caught onto the fact that juyeon doesn’t see the world like she does. The thought of going side by side with a cute guy and matching items has her heart turning.

“But I like it.” He fiddles with his own ribbon against his neck.

She bites her lip before taking the fabric up to her hair again, “Okay, I’ll have it on.”

The leaves fade from green to shades of brown before plummet down onto the earth. Some months have passed since that day, that day he turned into a human. Y/n seems to have settled her mind on waking up to someone else and cooking two eggs every morning instead of one. Despite now being a human like the rest of the eight billion population, his life is very much like a home cat. While going to college, Juyeon spends those same hours in her apartment. In the beginning it was fairly easy to entertain him while she was gone. His mind is similar to someone who just got dropped off by earth, therefore she gives him small tasks like doing dishes, cleaning windows and after some good amount of time washing their clothes.

But her way of making him spend his time is a bit one-dimensional, she thinks. He is after all as much of a living being as herself. From time to time when studying she looks behind her back to see him diligently wiping the floor. The world must look incredibly dull after still doing that after three months.

And it is. Juyeon doesn’t say it out loud, but he insists on participating in everything she does. Even when she studies, she feels his presence from behind and he leans over to look at her screen. “Do you need help?” he asks. Y/n simply answers, “I would be thankful, but I think it’s a bit hard to help.”

But his incredibly dull routine isn’t the only obstacle facing them at the moment. Despite now taking on a human form, he's clearly not one. His physique tells others that they’re the same, but people quickly turn an eye when he gets focused on birds outside or runs behind her when someone talks a bit loud. And last, in his cat form he was clingy. Nuzzled his head between her hands every time she came out with food. But now, he’s never closer to her than standing behind her back. Y/n can’t help but think it’s her fault for his change in behavior. That night when he transformed, she was incredibly bothered by this. Juyeon has seemed to pick it up too. But when reading wikipedia articles on Thursday nights, she learns that cats can be understimulated. Some owners who work regular 9 to 5 have trouble not giving them enough company.

Y/n looks up from her computer screen to the small kitchen area. When shopping, she kind of let Juyeon look around for himself. Despite his very height, she noticed he gravitated towards oversized clothing. Sweaters that drape over his arms and let him curl inside them. So from her angle, he looks incredibly pocket sized in his new sweater.

“Juyeon?”

When the first sound of her gentle voice reaches his ears, Juyeon turns. It’s a certain melody that comes out when she’s speaking and he’s enamored by it. The yellow ribbon follows the sudden turn of his head and she can basically see his imaginary ears poke up.

“Do you want to sit with me?” She makes room to the left on the couch.

Her initiative makes him waddle over to her. He sits incredibly vertical, bending his head down to see what she’ll say.

“Do you like living with me?” Honestly she doesn’t know what to tell him. What do you even talk with a cat about, she remembers thinking about their first days. Their usual topics are what Y/n has been up to. She feels just a bit egoistic for surrounding their conversations about her, but Juyeon seems genuinely intrigued by her life and silly anecdotes. When her days have been boring, she tries to teach him an idea or activity that isn’t familiar to him. Though it’s incredibly simple, it feels very comforting to come home to someone and talk about your day.

Juyeon nods without hesitation, “I really like it.”

"Why? What do you like about it?” Y/n falls back into the couch and angels her head to see his face.

“Well…” Juyeon starts, “You take good care of me” he says while staring up at the lamp. “You make good food. I like it when we do it together. Then it’s also nice when you introduce me to new things and take me outside.” Juyeon's smile is gentle and sincere, a warm spot forms at the surface of her skin and spreads out like a blanket over her heart.

“What’s your favorite thing we’ve done?” She asks curiously.

His lips form into a pout and his head tilts up just a centimeter, “When we went to the big house with many things and people, it was fun.” His answer takes her aback. Y/n made the assumption back then that their shopping trip to the mall was kind of a stressful moment. Juyeon kept clinging onto her jacket and couldn’t hold his head in one direction for more than two seconds.

“The TV is nice too.” To be fair, their adventures aren’t longer than going to the grocery store, but Juyeons appreciation for mundane things is affecting her a lot.

“What do you like to watch?”

“Those where the woman and the man follow each other and in the end they’re happy.”

“You like romcoms?” Y/n smiles brightly with a small chuckle. Juyeon smiles too, “Yes.”

He doesn’t quite know what exactly a romcom is, but the way her face lights up makes him want to tell her that he absolutely adores romcoms.

“I’m glad you like living here.” She finally says and looks up, “But you don’t feel, I don’t know…” Y/n keeps waving her hands and articulating nothing in hope that the one in front of her would finish her sentence. But Juyeon stares as usual with his doe eyes as she lags.

“...alone?” Badly articulated.

“Less?” He tilts his head.

“Like, not enough attention?” She waits for him to answer, but the left side eye closes a bit and his lip purses inwards. “I pet you a lot as a cat, but I haven’t done that since then. I don’t want you to feel bad.”

Juyeon, in contrast to the last weeks, doesn't answer her. Instead he tries to find a comfortable position and focuses his eyes on the table and pillows.

She sighs quietly, “Just tell me if something’s wrong, okay.”

Truth is, Juyeon is desperate for affectionate touch. Going from children out on the street finding interest in his soft fur and chasing him for a few seconds or even just Y/n letting him drown in the heat of her palms. To now, Y/n being the person who moves closest to him, but even then is just sitting side by side. On good days while watching the TV, their shoulders may touch and Y/n doesn’t move away.

On nights on the couch he thinks back on how she would brush his hair between her fingers or pet his head. Many times Juyeon has thought about transforming back to his cat form, just so he could get some sort of touch. But life in this form is so much more exciting. He’s become closer to the world and feels almost vivid when walking down the boulevard. At the end of the day, he also sees himself closer to Y/n. She’s a bit different than from the first time they met behind the restaurant and it worried him back then. Now though, he doesn’t completely understand it, but he isn’t just a pet to her, which excites him.

At dawn, Y/n has gone to bed and stares up at her ceiling. She focuses on the passing voices outside, sirens and cars. She’s not looking but the whole city waves in union over the sun down. Though Juyeon didn’t turn out to be the companion she thought he was, evenings like this have become less lonesome. At nights in the beginning of the summer, it would feel as if she was in another season than the rest of the city. Her room would strangle her in cold winter, but at the same time leave so much room for nothing. Juyeon’s simple presence in her life makes it melt.

A sudden noise takes her out of thought and she looks to the side. Y/n makes out his tall figure through the dark room. He brings his hand up to the eye and rubs it slowly while speaking softly, as if the room would crumble if he went up a decibel higher.

“Can I sleep with you?”

Good thing she looks like a vague figure of her full self, she thinks. Cause when he tied an end to his sentence, Y/n worried if she opened her mouth to utter a word, nothing but butterflies would come out.

“Of course!” She moves so the wall is in her face and shoves the blanket away from the now empty spot.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He whispers and the bed shifts as his warm presence fills up the small space.

The morning sun comes in through the window and reflects on the four walls. When the first leaf of the new day falls, her eyes open. In this silence every move from the blanket and her pillow seem deafening and Y/n pushes herself up. After looking out the sun draped city she turns her gaze down towards Juyeon. By instinct she forces herself closer to the wall, as if the fact that they’re this close can interrupt his dream.

In the distance, she feels safe to observe his body while he himself is in another existence. The constant rise and fall of his chest creates a new sense of time in this space. The shirt it exists thousands of copies of, becomes his own signature. Despite the true colors of reality, his expression is as if the world is truly peaceful.

He looks really beautiful like this, she thinks. She sees herself hiding behind a pair of bushes in a closeted forest and in complete silence, watching a deer. The deer with no-knowledge of being watched and reacts to the world without expectations on itself, the most beautiful. Y/n reaches out her hand towards his sleep drunken state. With pure adoration she gently takes her palm and smooth out his hair. The curve of his head and silkness of of it. She has his existence gently put against her hand, it feels enchanting.

And when a minute passes, a sudden change in his expression takes her out of it. His self returns from dreams, when his eyes slowly open. Without thinking, Y/n jerks her hand back and hopes that his morning state will confuse this moment for him. But just as her hand comes back to her body, Juyeon wraps his own around hers.

“Please, don’t stop.” He whispers and puts her hand back onto the spot on his head. The two of them, locked by the bed like this sent her questioning herself in third person. Juyeons eyes weigh a ton and he fights to get a clear image of her like this. She has fallen into her own thoughts and he quietly sighs before using his own hand to move hers on top of his head.

As if she’s sitting against the shoreline, and each thought is a wave. But somehow she doesn’t move away. Y/n can’t make out if those eyes are glistening because of tiredness or pure longing. But either way, she keeps her hand for him to take. He guides it off his head and those last strands tickle the side. Until it reaches his face and Juyeon gently pulls it so he’ll feel her warmth and smell the scent of their shared handwash.

“Please, touch me Y/n”

She lets out a strangled laugh with a stressed smile. Frustration swells inside him when she looks as if he’s joking.

“It doesn’t have to be much, like how you touched me back then.”

Y/n wants to think he’s the weird one in this situation, but she realizes his far more angel-like than she is. While saying words that anyone would pull a bad dirty joke too. Juyeon lays down with pure eyes and a sincere grip around her hand.

“Ok.” Y/n purses her lips in before slowly brushing his fringe out the way and continues up beside his ear. He looks very idyllic like this, she thinks. Somehow this scene makes her want to say he’s beautiful and pluck a single flower to put behind his ear.

They stay like that as the sun climbs a bit higher over the horizon. At some point, Juyeon’s eyes close fully and y/n move over his figure to get off the bed. She makes some extra food and leaves it with a lid on. Even when standing with one hand on the door handle and the other holding her bag, she longs for the spot next to his sleeping figure. Despite finding the situation weird, it felt so special having him like that.

Ever since that morning, like autumn converting to winter, something changed in their dynamic. Of course he kept following her around as usual, but when watching TV that evening Juyeon sat extremely close. They watched 500 Days of Summer and after an hour passed by, Juyeon let his head fall to her shoulder. His hair tickled her neck, but she didn’t want to move away.

Now, the ending credits climb up the screen. Y/n’s eyelids feel ten times heavier than two hours ago, he moves his head down to her lap. The vague light from the screen lights up them both in a blue-ish shade. Juyeons lips form a smile so contagious that it reflects in her two. This moment, she looks just like a picture. He could easily replace her with one of the actresses in the movies they watch together, he thought. By burning this moment into his head with the others, he can replay them when she’s gone.

Quietly Juyeon plays with the strands of her hair that have fallen onto his face. Like a true kitten, she keeps him entertained like that in her lap. Soon enough though, sleep takes the best of her and Y/n drifts away from the couch in the apartment, with her head hanging over Juyeon. But honestly, Juyeon didn’t quite notice it until her head moved to the side and he saw that her eyes were closed.

With that he sits up from her lap to stand up beside her. He watches her like that for some time before gently bringing his hand under her leg and back. The second she comes up to his chest, a feeling so strong to turn frozen ground to blooming flowers swells within him. At the same time, he’s walking as if he will drop her at any moment. Similar to how he holds a plate with food, he stares at it and takes a step not bigger than five centimeters. But when he finally makes it to her bed, Juyeon lays her down gently and tucks her beneath their shared blanket.

Juyeon tucks a single strand from her face and feels himself getting tired when seeing her soft breathing. Finally Juyeon lays beside her and moves his pillow a step closer to hers. He falls asleep with his face shifted closer and his right hand gently intertwined with hers under all the fabrics.

At this point, Y/n’s not fully awake. But when skin touches her own, signals break out through her body, like falling water, something keeps moving up and down her waist, pushing her shirt up in the process. After a few seconds of speaking incorrect sentences, a single spot gets damped on her neck. Y/n's head gets slightly pushed up when someone tries to fit their head between that spot.

Without much thought, y/n takes her hands up to whatever’s on her neck. She hears juyeon whisper quietly and realizes her hands are now on his shoulders and his head is placed over her chest and her chin gently embraces his head.

“Juyeon?” His name is strangled to her cords, as if he’s the only one who can help her.

Y/n swears she hears him breaking under her before the hands on her waist tightens and her body comes pressing up against his own. And soon after he switches position. Instead of resting their sides against the pillow, juyeon lifts her up so she lays over him.

“Say my name again?” He pleas softly and kisses her. At the same time, the weight of her back gets heavier when juyeon puts his arm around her to play with the yellow ribbon tightly concealing her hair.

“Juyeon?”

“Huh?”

With one hand pushing against the pillow she forces herself up as if someone stands over her, forcing her up. Long strands cover her view as she pats the blanket, feeling the fabric to know if it’s the real world. She realizes juyeon sits up too. Hands rubbing the sleepiness away. Y/n continues searching her surroundings when juyeon faces her with wide eyes and stutters over his own sentence.

“I-what-did I do something?”

She awkwardly sits at her own corner of the bed and tilts her head. She didn’t quite realize the way she said his name must have been pretty dramatic as Juyeons extremely distressed.

“I-no.” She scratches her head before standing up, “I just had a nightmare.”

“Was I the nightmare?” He asks as she continues up to the kitchen area. Y/n looks back at him. He looks at her with big eyes and a small pout. Y/n starts throwing her hands around.

“No, you were just in the dream too.” He still looks sad. Dammit, she thinks.

“I needed to build an Ikea furniture, you were the only one I could get help from, terrifying.”

Night comes early in this present. But today Y/n doesn’t really mind since it's the weekend. Juyeon too enjoys free days, not because his schedule changes, but because he'll get to spend more time with Y/n. He also notices how she stretches her arms with a bright smile and takes time to stare out the window. On other days she kind of looks like the city view just punched her. Juyeon feels the spot next to him shift and as he turns Y/n stares down at him brightly. Somehow he feels jealous over the smile over her lips, what does Saturday morning have that Juyeon doesn’t?

“Good morning, Juyeon.” She yawns, “Slept well.”

He nods with big eyes. Without much thought to it, Y/n brings one hand down to his hair and gently brushes it aside.

“Something you want to do?” She brings her legs to a criss cross position. While looking at him, his eyes don't show much deep thought. Every time she asks him a question, she prepares herself to wait for a solid two or three minutes. Each and every small decision seems to make a lot of impact for him so she lets him take time. But today he just continues staring up and moving his head closer to her hand.

“I’ll do whatever you want to do.”

A small laugh leaves her lips and her back arches so her head faces the ceiling. Her hand has fallen from his fringe and is now over his chest. Juyeons much larger fingers gently fiddle with hers. They spend a lot of time at home. Sometimes she does feel like Rapunzel's mother trapping her daughter in that tower, but instead it’s a hybrid cat in a studio apartment. She feels the urge to make a memorable life for him and just watch him adore this world she herself takes for granted.

Y/n opens her mouth, “I want to go to the aquarium.”

Juyeon tilts his head and strains his eyes, just like he always does when he doesn’t fully get the idea.

“You know the aquarium?” He shakes his head.

“You know, fish and water in big tanks and it’s all pretty.” Y/n moves her hand to visually illustrate the aquarium but Juyeon squints his eyes.

“You’ll love it.”

At this stage she has accepted the fact that Juyeon looks a lot like her five year old son(but clearly much bigger) when outside the safety of her apartment. When they needed to cramp together with strangers in the small cart, she felt his hand tighten around her own. If she was the bigger person, Y/n would have taken him to her chest and protected him from the uncertainty, but rather Juyeon pushed his chest up against her face. Y/n tried her best to get his attention and tell him that he’s crushing her nose, but it was to no use.

But with one nose left and the rest of their body parts intact the two of them stand at the register. Y/n while talking with the lady behind the desk turns over every now and then. Juyeon bends his head in every possible angle to catch each detail of the lobby. Y/n pays quickly before either Juyeon runs away or more likely, gets kidnapped.

“Here.” She hands him a small sticker, not bigger than two centimeters. It's formed as a simple fish.

“You put it on like this.” Y/n peels off the plastic on the back and brings it closer to his shirt. But she stops midway and looks up at him. He gives her those curious eyes and she brings the sticker up to his cheek. On the left side of his face, a centimeter or two under his eye sits the small blue fish. When she touches him like this, he jerks away so that his fringe gets over his eyes. Y/n simply smiles and attaches hers to the fabric of her shirt.

“Let’s go!” Y/n says and takes his hand in hers. She walks with quick steps to the entrance and soon enough, the blue light from the meter high tanks illuminates their features in the darkness. Despite being day time, it feels like the clock may have shifted. At first Juyeon endearingly smiles when watching from behind, her figure running towards those gates. But when this world absorbs them, he was just as amazed as her.

Standing in the middle of the room, confined between windows to another world, it’s like the world stops for a moment. Groups of people chatter and Y/n, for a short second, turn to a girl pointing at an orange fish. She smiles when (she assumes) her dad eagerly nods. A bit to the left a couple stands side by side. The light from the tank contrasts their dark silhouettes. When standing like that, Y/n blinks a couple of times and feels her arms glue to her sides. She carefully looks at Juyeon after seeing the couple. He’s still mesmerized. She realizes for the other people in here, they may just look like another couple. Y/n gets butterflies by just the thought alone.

She takes a few steps away from Juyeon and looks behind. He looks at her with those wide eyes that seem more complex in this room, soon he tilts his head too. Y/n smiles and takes his hand again and runs over to the largest window of them all. The glass reaches stunning heights before bending out in a rectangular screen. It’s width meters on end. There’s a stair of five or seven steps before standing in touch with the massive wall. Y/n releases his hand upon coming closer and touches the glass. Juyeon simply looks at her dark contrasting figure to the blue luminance. He sees how her figure eagerly walks up and down the width of the tank. Bending down to take a closer look at the sandfish before reaching onto her tiptoes to reach the sharks.

Juyeon stands incredibly still. His limbs awkwardly pushing against each other. His posture is basically screaming for someone to show him what to do. But at the same time, there’s a genuine smile on his lips. That scene in front of him, he wants it to last forever. Y/n in the middle of that blue screen, his own movie star. Let him watch her forever. Suddenly her face turns to him and she reaches out her hand and signals for him to come up. Juyeon walks up and takes a spot beside her. They stand so close, he thinks. His hand touches the glass as if it could touch the other side. Just a second after he puts his hand there, a mantaray comes right up to that spot. The glass and his hand lose contact when he flinches back.

“Oh.” Y/n puts an arm behind him so he doesn’t fall off the stairs. Her smile shines in even stronger brilliance than the tank and he continues looking perplexed by the creature up on the glass wall. Soon, more fish come up to them.

“He looks a bit like you.” Y/n points at a fish with a face you would’ve thought ran up against a wall. Juyeon pouts before pointing higher up.

“Oh Y/n! What are you doing there?” She hits his elbow while laughing.

After pointing at every ugly fish they could find in that tank, Y/n puts her right ear against the glass. She describes to him how the sound becomes tight knitted and if you concentrate enough, it might feel like you’re actually in that water filled side. Juyeon inspects how Y/n leans against the wall and does the same.

When they lay like this, they make eye contact. Their faces are just a few centimeters apart. Y/n still smiles from before and arch her head slightly back to keep looking at his face. The right side is illuminated by the tank light. The strands of his hair scrunches up a bit by the glass, a couple fall before his eyes so that a single reflection makes it back to her between them. And that blue little sticker moves up when his eyes turn to crescents. It’s packed in the aquarium, but with each second that world closes off from behind and only them and the compact sound of water is in existence.

When looking at him like this, she thinks he’s truly beautiful. Each feature is carefully wrapped in that blue light. It makes her heart do that again, that thing where she feels like taking his hand and looking into his eyes. Telling him each complimentary word the english vocabulary has to offer while gently tugging those black strands back behind his ear.

“I want to hold your hand.” As the world is only for them now, his voice is barely over a whisper.

Y/n’s smile seems to always be on display when he’s like this. She simply nods and Juyeon gently touches her hand. While standing like this, Y/n realizes their connected silhouettes are visible to each passing visitor. It is just a bit embarrassing.

“Is something wrong?” He watches her as if he’s trying to understand her and Y/n drags him closer. She shakes her head and looks down onto the matt black floor.

“No, let’s go.”

The day has flown by and at sunset both of them stand at the edge to Banpo bridge as neither of them felt like going back to the apartment. Beneath them sits a few couples and probably a parent and their child. Since it’s winter, it’s not many. The lights have just turned on, guiding the way to the other side of the city. It’s quite steep on this side so Y/n looks over to the stair a bit further away.

“Do we go down?” Juyeon asks and Y/n nods thinking he will just follow her as usual. But in no more than a second, Juyeon takes a leap of faith down the grass and sprints down.

“Wait, Juyeon!” Y/n panics a bit. Throwing her hands around before catching herself, before nearly jumping down with him. At the time she regains her balance, Juyeon stands at the end of the steep. He tilts his head and she can picture his big eyes.

“Aren’t you coming down too?”

“I am-I just.”

Y/n flees to the stairs and together they then walk to the grass beside the bridge. She sits down and Juyeon follows. Small talking from the people behind serves as background noise for the cityscape. A breeze comes right at them and Y/n hugs her knees to her chest. Juyeon sees her hugging herself tightly and he brings his long legs up to his own chest. Before getting to hug them, his knees hit his chin and he brings them down instead.

Usually when Y/n spends time with someone and it gets quiet, she gets this intense guilt over not being able to entertain them with a conversation. But right now, sitting on Juyeon’s left side with nothing but general city noise feels strangely natural, like it’s all her life prepared her for. Y/n looks to her right and sees Juyeon’s side profile. His fringe follows the wind when it hits him and a single point in his eyes shines from the constant city lights. She just smiles.

During this passing season, she’s been thinking all less about her hometown. That empty feeling between two walls seems to have patched up. She recalls how it was a dread to walk that route home. How she stared at the apartment complex hoping she would remember a task left to do. When she stood there in her room, it was nothing but Y/n and her thoughts. When alone without distractions, worries would come and shake her from sleep and keep her up at night. When out on the rooftop, she would stare at the moon and its millions of stars, knowing they stared back at her with nothing but empty spaces beside her.

But at the same time, she wonders what Juyeon feels. Courage isn’t on her side and because of that she hasn’t truly asked him where he plans to go. If this place and this moment is just a () in his life. Y/n wants to see him free but a selfish side of her wants to keep him here beside her, like this, forever.

“Y/n.” Juyeon says suddenly.

Her name brings her back. The top of her body is turned to him and her eyes waits for him to continue talking as he keeps looking out the horizon.

“What?”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“I did?” Y/n's eyebrows knit together as she tries to read his calm demeanor. Understand what that mind of his thinks about when looking into the endless sea of lights. He suddenly turns to her, with that innocent smile.

“Yes.”

Silence fills the space between them.

“That day I met you behind the restaurant, I thought you would hit me when you took out your hand.” He confesses. Y/n feels her heart wrenching at the thought of Juyeon looking at her in that light, but confusingly enough, he still smiles.

“But you didn’t.” He gets quiet again before turning back to look at a couple walking hand in hand down the river.

“You’re a really good person, Y/n. When you talked back to my owner and took me home, I felt really good.” He smiles when talking, but it slowly fades. Y/n watches him, waiting if he wants to continue.

Truth is, he’s in deep thought. He stares at the city as if it will be able to answer his question. That day, when Y/n took him home. A sensation he couldn’t pinpoint blossomed in him. It was like magic, something completely out of his own reality. And in some ways it may have been magic, he did turn to his human form after all.

He bites his lip and fiddles with his fingers to somehow form a sentence of his emotions. How do you describe the feeling of someone who brought life back to your existence?

Y/n scoots closer to him so they now can feel each other's warmth. He sheepishly looks at her as she makes him feel brilliance. A wind blows past them right when she breathes in. Juyeon scratches his neck and shoves his face in between his hands.

“I don’t know what I feel.” He whines.

“Is it a good feeling?” She asks.

He nods and peeks up from his hands to meet her gentle expression.

“It’s just when I’m with you. There’s no one or nothing that makes me feel like that but you.”

The sun is at the edge of the horizon, in just a minute or two there will be no trace of it in the sky. And on a morning in a far far future, between April and June, she will fade from this world too. Despite her life, no sign of her existence will be left beside the people who remember her and her handwriting in blue ink. But even those people will fade and the blue ink will dissolve with time. It’s a sad thought, that everything will be gone, but maybe that gives us the freedom to be whatever we want.

“Then, stay with me.” She says and takes his hand.

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Hey! About you knight ktten Max AU ( loved it by the way) i have two questions

How did Max and Daniel became boyfriends ?

How did Daniel realised Max was a shapeshifter ?

What are your most listened songs and groups in K-pop ( i saw your bio queen )

Musical industry inspired K-pop AU for a Maxiel ?

Sorry if my bad english confuse you ! Wish you the best,

Hello friend!!!! Oh these are very fun questions thank you so much for asking! Okay let's go

I think Max and Daniel trained together! Or at least, Max arrived at the castle when Daniel was already training there to become a King's guard. And Max being Max was a bit awkward but way too talented kid, so Daniel took him under his wing. Invited him out to drink at the tavern with the guys, stayed behind after training when Max wanted to go over the same drills until he perfected them, kept sparring with Max even when other people grew tired of it because he always won. They became friends and grew closer. And then one day, after coming back a little drunk from the tavern, they kissed. They didn't really do much with that, neither of them wanted to talk about it so they didn't know if it was serious for the other too, but then it kept happening. They would kiss when they found themselves together on night watch, or when they were in a secluded corner of the guards baths, or when they were just hanging out in the stables. Until one day Max decided to stop living in doubt and asked Daniel what they were doing and they both realised they were in love <3

I think Max told him! Or showed him! After they got together and were solid it felt wrong to keep such a big part of him hidden. And Max trusted Daniel, both as a person and as a shifter friend, having heard him talk about the stories his mom used to tell him and about his dream of meeting a shifter in his life. So one day he told him he needed to show him something and turned. Daniel was stunned into silence and Max turned back, afraid of having scared him away, but Daniel had just kissed him and asked him to show him again. (Daniel would have loved any shifter form, but he loves that Max is so tiny and cute because he loves being able to hold him)

My best boys are Ateez!! I have been listening to less kpop this year (started listening more of other things during the boycott and even after downloading stuff it's much less than last year) but I still love them very much. And I would not be able to choose a favorite song of them. Other than them I listen to stray kids and seventeen a lot. for girl groups i don't really have favorites, because i listen more to individual songs than whole discographies from one single group if that makes sense. The three kpop songs currently in my spotify "on repeat" playlist are Chk chk boom (stray kids), inception (ateez) and mago (gfriend...rip my girls)

oh this. this is gonna require thinking. I'm gonna answer this in a different post so i can keep track of it with my tags!

and never apologize for your english! you're great for speaking more than one language and it was perfect!

#answered #kitten knight max au #maxiel

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kpop-stories-21 · 1 year

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Restricted Section | An Unexpected End

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Demon AU, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Demon!Hongjoong, Human!Reader, mind manipulation(no dub con, I promise), shapeshifting, frightening imagery, mind breaking, bribery, rough sex, pain kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), soul trapping, reader has those babies Hwa put in her and it's very emotional

Summary: With the last key now in your possession, you can finally enter the restricted section and see if there really is a treasure. But what you find inside makes you wonder if you might've bitten off more than you can chew.

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When you awoke, you were alone in Seonghwa's room. The pink-haired Eldritch being was nowhere to be seen, the only indication you had even encountered him was the large key clutched in your hand. A part of you wanted to go look for him, but you held yourself back. You were so close now, all you had to do was unlock the Restricted Section, claim the treasure and you would be able to care for your mom like you'd always wanted.

Upon returning to the main floor of the Library you found an old, battered door set in the wall across from the front desk. An intricate metal lock was set into the door in an "X" shape, with three normal-sized keyholes on each branch and a large one in the middle.

"Now I know that wasn't there before." You said to yourself. "This must be the door to the Restricted Section."

Emptying your pockets onto a nearby chair, you examined the lock to see if there were any indications that you had to put each key in a certain slot.

Sure enough, there was a small symbol above each keyhole except the centre one, but that one was kinda obvious.

The first one you looked at had a spear symbol. It had to be History, so you grabbed San's key and slotted it in. It turned, then clicked. You smiled happily and moved on to the next one.

It only took a few minutes for you to insert all the Guardians' keys, leaving you with Seonghwa's Master Key. Inhaling deeply, you put it in and turned it. There was a loud, audible click! and the door swung inward on creaking hinges.

A draft of icy cold air rushed up to greet you as you nervously eyed the darkness that engulfed the stairs. As you were about to begin your descent, you felt a strange sensation in your stomach and looked down.

To your utter surprise you found that your belly was extremely round and swollen, giving you the appearance of being pregnant and ready to go into labour at any moment. How is this happening? Surely I wasn't asleep that long. You wondered helplessly. Or do the offspring of cosmic entities just develop impossibly fast?

All you knew right now was that you couldn't go into that terrifying darkness and whatever it might be hiding when you suddenly felt like you were about to pop.

At this point you were heavily considering looking for Seonghwa, but there was so much of the Library you hadn't explored yet that you feared getting lost.

A gush of warm liquid soaked your pants and you felt a sharp pain through your midsection. The little ones inside you moved about excitedly, as if overjoyed to finally escape their confines.

Your mind whirled frantically, trying to figure out where you could go to be as comfortable as possible. The only place you could think of was the sofa in the Guardians area, the one Seonghwa had put you on while you were encountering Wooyoung.

Stumbling back through the familiar double doors you made a beeline for the sofa, lowering yourself onto it and heaving a sigh of relief when the strain on your back eased.

Letting out a cry as a bolt of pain seared through you, you wished desperately that Seonghwa would hear you and come running to help. But now matter how many times you screamed in agony or called his name, he never showed.

After what seemed like forever, you felt pressure against your entrance and instinct took over as you began to push.

Hours later you collapsed back on the sofa, exhausted to no end after having given birth to five tentacled babies. You wanted to reach down and hold them close, but you were so worn out that you couldn't find the energy to even lean forward. Darkness took hold of you and your head slumped forward as you passed out.

When you returned to consciousness, the room was silent. Had the babies gone to sleep? Pushing yourself into a sitting position, an alarmed cry left your lips as you glanced down and found that all five little ones had disappeared.

You leapt to your feet, intending to go search for them, when you remembered the Restricted Section. Torn, you chose to trust that Seonghwa had taken the babies and returned to stare once more at the dark void that awaited you.

A flashlight had been placed in a chair close by, and you took it gratefully. A deep breath in, and you began your descent.

As soon as you stepped off the stairs, whispers began to echo around you. You didn't recognize the voice, but its deep and rumbling tone put you on edge. Before you stretched a long, yawning tunnel that extended as far back as you could see. More determined than ever to finish what you'd started, you moved forward.

The further down the tunnel you went, the louder the whispers grew. Before long they became cacophonous and you dropped the flashlight in order to cover your ears with your hands.

Plunged into total darkness, you felt a chill creep up your spine. Something brushed against your left arm and you jolted, hands falling from your ears as you realised the whispers had stopped.

A dark chuckle dripping with malice echoed from directly in front of you and you looked up, eyes scanning your surroundings as you retrieved your flashlight.

You let out a scream at the sight before you, stumbling backwards to create as much distance as possible. The blanketing darkness evaporated, and you saw a treasure chest chained to a pedestal. But it was what guarded the chest that terrified you so.

The creature that stood there was only a few inches taller than you, with the general figure of a humanoid male. Long ebony horns grew up out of his ash blonde hair, curling gracefully around his head with the points almost meeting at the back. One eye glowed crimson with a slit pupil while the other was bright gold and bore a pentagram pattern. His curved black nails ended in sharp points, looking more like claws than actual fingernails.

"Wh-What are you?" You called out, clenching your fists to quell their shaking.

The creature chuckled derisively. "Well I should think that would be obvious. But since you seem to be at a loss for words, I'll just tell you. Don't expect it to happen a second time, though."

The creature bowed smoothly, eyeing you with a crooked smirk as he introduced himself. "The name's Hongjoong, and I'm one of the most powerful demons in existence."

A sliver of confidence poked its head out, and words were leaving your mouth before you could process them.

"How come you're not out causing mayhem then? Surely you can't be that powerful if you've been trapped here."

Anger flitted across Hongjoong's face and he snarled, stalking towards you rapidly. Mentally facepalming yourself for being so dumb, you backed away until you hit a wall and could go no further.

"Just because I can be trapped doesn't mean I have no power, mortal." He spat, face hovering mere inches from your own. "The only reason the Guardians and the Keeper are still here is because I am keeping them here."

Shit, just what have I gotten myself into?

"I-I apologize for angering you. I only wish to take the treasure and leave."

At this Hongjoong laughed loudly. "You still haven't figured it out, have you?"

The hope in your heart faded some as you stared at him in confusion. "What do you m-mean?"

"Silly little Y/N. I was hoping you'd be smarter this time around."

Finally it dawned on you what he was trying to say. "There isn't any treasure, is there?"

"Ding, ding, ding! Give the lady a prize!"

"Then if there's no treasure, why am I even here? Do you enjoy leading people on?"

Hongjoong's grin turned menacing. "No, not all people. Just you, my little dove."

You froze in place, eyes wide at the words you'd only ever heard from your mom. "H-How…"

"You don't remember? I was the one who gave you that nickname after all. But that is not important right now."

As he spoke the room was plunged into darkness again, and everything around you went quiet. You looked around nervously, even though you couldn't see anything.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?"

Movement off to your right. You whirled, still seeing nothing but blackness. Then a light flicked on and you saw a door in the wall. From behind it you could hear a faint voice that sounded like your mother. Against your better judgment, you went towards the door and cautiously pushed it open.

Bright light flooded your vision and you blinked rapidly until your eyes adjusted. You were in…your childhood bedroom? You hadn't lived at home in years, what were you doing here?

"Y/N, your boyfriend is here!" Your mom called through the closed door. "Come entertain him while I finish dinner."

Boyfriend? You didn't remember bringing over anyone before your mom got sick. You'd always been more focused on studying than messing around with guys.

What the hell is going on here?

Unnerved, you stepped out into the hallway of your family home and made your way downstairs to the front door. Opening it revealed a face you couldn't bring to mind, yet felt you should know. All that came to mind was that his name was Kim Hongjoong and he was your boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N, I missed you." He hugged you warmly, his usual fresh cotton scent washing over you and calming your jittery nerves. You hugged him back.

"You saw me three hours ago, what do you mean?!"

You teased, giggling as he stepped back and allowed you to lead him inside.

"What can I say? Three hours is like an eternity when you're not with me."

"Oh, shush. It can't be that bad." You grinned. Hongjoong just shook his head as the two of you entered the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Mom said dinner should be ready soon, so we can just hang out here until she calls for us."

"That sounds lovely, my little dove."

You jerk, body going rigid. Something about that pet name doesn't sit well with you.

"Only mom calls me that." You force out, throat closing as if some unseen force was trying to shut you up. "You…don't get…to call…me…that…you demon!"

A growl came from the man beside you, demonic features springing into view. At the sight of him your memories came rushing back and you scrambled to your feet, hurrying to get as far away from him as you could.

"Stay away from me, you monster!" You yelled, shielding your body and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Y/N, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

Your mom's voice pulled you out of it and you looked around, heart pounding wildly.

"Wh-Where is Hongjoong?"

"He couldn't make it for dinner today, remember sweetie? He had pressing business at the college."

"Oh." Is all you could manage as your mom ushered you to sit at the dining table.

Two plates rested on the polished surface, hidden under silver covers. Something about it had dread rising in your stomach as you eyed the hidden meal before you.

"Dig in, dearie. It'll get cold otherwise."

Swallowing, you slowly reached out and touched the cover's handle. Pain seared your fingers, and panic began to claw up your throat when you realized they were stuck to the handle.

"What's wrong, little dove?" Your mom's voice began to pitch deeper with every word, her skin shriveling and peeling off her body. "Not hungry? Oh that's too bad. You've not had a meal in years, you really should eat something."

The image of your mother flaked away, revealing a maniacal-looking Hongjoong whose grin looked insane and too wide for his face. A red light flared up behind him, casting a bloody sheen over everything and making Hongjoong look truly demonic.

Terror filled you and you let go of the plate cover, fingers no longer stuck. Backing away again, you felt tears fill your eyes as he stood and slowly walked towards you.

"What do you want from me?!" You screamed, vision blurring as tears continued to flow.

Hongjoong's laugh echoed eerily through the room, which was rapidly growing dark once more.

Instead of answering, he spoke as if he hadn't even heard you. "You know, one thing Seonghwa failed to mention is that time flows differently here in the Library. In here, it's only been a few days. But I can see what goes on everywhere and outside, in the real world, it's been years. Your mom's not even alive anymore. She died alone and afraid, thinking that even her own daughter abandoned her in the end. You've lost the only reason you came here, so what will you do now?"

It was like a switch suddenly flipped in your head at his words. All the pain, the grief, and the torment suddenly cut off, as if a door had been shut. Your mind was empty, as blank as a fresh canvas.

Noting the vacant look in your eyes, Hongjoong chuckled. "Oops, I think I broke her."

"What do you want?" The words were flat, leaving your lips without tone or inflection.

Hongjoong's grin widened impossibly.

"That's quite simple, really. All I want is you. I hate seeing you in torment like this, and I can make it stop for a bit. All I ask is that you let me give a sampling of what I can do for you. Let me help you feel again, and after that, you get to choose what happens."

"Alright." You agreed numbly.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you and the aroma of cotton laced with sulfur filled your senses. The heady scent invoked a sense of calmness and security you hadn't felt since your mom got sick. Your body relaxed into the demon's side, bringing a more genuine smile to his face.

He snapped his fingers and the room changed. You found yourself in an extravagant bedroom, rich colours and opulence everywhere you looked. The walls were papered in a floral pattern of red and gold, the floor covered in thick red carpet. A large four-poster bed took up most of the space, with sheets and bed curtains made of red velvet and gold brocade.

Hongjoong lifted you onto the bed and climbed up beside you. "This is gonna feel so good, Y/N, I promise. I just have one question for you: am I allowed to go rough?"

You nodded almost frantically. "Please, I-I want to feel something!"

Hongjoong smirked delightedly. "As you wish, my beloved."

Gently he removed first your clothing, then his own. His lips wrapped you up in a wild kiss and heat flooded through your body, searing your skin to the bedsheets.

Warm hands roamed your body, long nails gently scraping in the best of ways. He broke the kiss to latch onto one of your nipples, nibbling and sucking while his hands slid ever lower.

Two fingers prodded at your folds, careful not to stab as they searched for your g-spot, a low moan letting Hongjoong know when he found it. A third, then a fourth finger slipped in, stretching you out deliciously.

"Mmh, Hongjoong please-" you begged, needing to feel him, to feel…anything, honestly.

"Very well, beloved. Just tell me if you wish me to stop."

Without any further warning the demon slammed into you, filling you up in one swift motion that had you seeing stars.

"Oh god, fuck y-yes, just like that!"

The pace Hongjoong set was brutal, pounding into you so hard you weren't sure if you were moaning from the pain, the pleasure, or both.

"Fuck Y/N, you're so damn tight. Wouldn't believe what all you'd taken in that slutty little cunt of yours if I didn't know better."

His nails scratched over your ribs, leaving behind red lines and ripping a moan from you that had him eyeing you in surprise.

"Liked that, did you? You want to feel a little pain?"

"Yes please, H-Hongjoong! Make it hurt, I need to feel something!"

Hongjoong went mind-bendingly fast, bed banging against the wall with every move. His nails dug into your hips, leaving pinpricks of pain that welled with drops of crimson.

"Ah, shit, gonna fuck you full of my cum Y/N. Make you feel everything, every single part of me, and all the bliss that comes with it."

His words burned a coil in your belly that stretched tighter and tighter until you felt ready to explode.

"I'm, I'm gonna-"

"I got you, Y/N, you can let go. Cum with me!"

He thrusted into you one more time, burying himself deep inside, screams of Hongjoong's name flying from your throat as both of you fell over the edge together.

After cleaning up the two of you lay on the bed, panting. Hongjoong turned to you with a smile, horns ripping little holes in the sheets he did so.

"How are you? Feel anything yet, my little dove?"

Pain. A sharp pounding in your head as all the emotions locked away suddenly poured forth, filling you with grief, anger, and fear.

Nearly falling off the bed in your haste, you pulled your clothes back on, backing away from Hongjoong for a third time.

"Why are you doing this? What do you gain from tormenting me like this?"

Hongjoong sighed, expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

"Don't you remember Y/N? Think hard, really hard. It's in there somewhere!"

Taking a deep breath, you racked your brain, wading through clouds of fog hovering in your mind. A few good pushes, and a gasp left you as all the suppressed memories came rushing back.

The first time you came to the Library was many lifetimes ago. Back then, it was an actual library, housing all manner of magical texts and other supernatural objects. It was known that the Library was owned by a demon named Hongjoong, and that all his employees were also supernatural beings.

You were the daughter of a simple village witch, looking for a way to bring back a beloved sibling taken too soon. You'd heard the Library had a little of everything, surely there was a book detailing a ritual for bringing back the dead that didn't have dire consequences.

For the next several months you went there each day, searching every book on every shelf. Over time the desk clerk, a kind being named Seonghwa, fell for you and began aiding your search almost to the exclusion of his other duties.

However, Hongjoong had been watching you from afar and also fell for you. When he saw Seonghwa's affections change toward you and that you returned those affections, he became jealous and angry. He used his powers to curse you and everyone in the Library, even the building itself.

He created a loop, a cycle of death and rebirth that would pull you in over and over. He would send out rumours about a treasure in the library to draw you in and then run you through various "trials" to wear down your defenses. At the end he would give you a taste of being with him and ask you to choose. If you didn't choose him, he would take your soul and the cycle would begin anew. He and all the beings who worked in the Library would be trapped within the building, untouched by time, until the day you finally chose him over Seonghwa.

Staggered by the things you now remembered, you gasped at him in horror.

"You think, with all things I remember now, that I'm somehow going to magically change my fucking mind?"

You glared at him in fury, fists clenched tightly.

"Seonghwa was nicer to me than you ever were. Hell, I barely saw you enough to even know if you could be nice to me! I will pick him over you every time, and no mind game of yours will change that."

Hongjoong's face darkened and a snarl twisted his lips.

"Very well then."

A beam of red fire shot from his clawed hand to bury into your chest with a bright bolt of pain. You fell to your knees, screaming in agony as a sensation akin to your insides being pulled out spread through your body.

The red beam slowly retracted, pulling with it a thin strand of white that felt very much like a part of you. When the beam fully returned to Hongjoong, he tenderly wound the white strand around his fingers.

"It's always so pretty, your soul. No matter how many times I take it, it always fascinates me how pure your core is."

He leaned over, watching as you gasped for breath. Your body was growing transparent, fading away without a soul to ground it.

"No matter how many times you die Y/N, no matter how many times you're reincarnated, you will always come back here. Perhaps one day you will see the light and end this cycle of pain, but until then, I bid you farewell."

His features were lit with devilish glee as watched the last bits of you fade away.

"See you soon, my little dove."

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To love, to protect, to claim |💕|✖|🍑|

Pairing: Alpha!Jimin x F!Beta!Reader

Genre: a/b/o!au, wolf!au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut-ish, angst with a happy ending

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, slight insecurities

Word count: 5621

Summary: You've loved him for so long, you don't even remember when you stopped hoping for him to want you back. Maybe it's time for him to prove you wrong.

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"You would make the perfect luna."

Looking up from where you're watching Jimin playfully tug at a loose threat attached to your shorts, you raise an eyebrow at him in amusement. As always, the alpha seems to be even more at ease in your own home than you are, his usually assertive gaze just the slightest bit drowsy from the nap he had taken earlier and body thoroughly relaxed.

You really don't know why he chooses to spend most of his free time at your place in particular when his room alone is bigger than your whole living space, but it's not like you mind including him in your daily routine, so someday you just came to the silent agreement that your door is always open for him to walk in and out whenever he pleases.

When the male continues to stare up at you with curious eyes, waiting for some kind of reaction, you shrug half-heartedly and tap his nose with your index finger to give yourself more time to think. He scrunches his face cutely at the action and your lips pull into a fond smile in return.

Admittedly, his words caught you off guard. How your initial conversation about the last pack meeting even managed to convert to him calling you luna material is beyond you and you're not sure if you're emotionally ready for whatever direction this is starting to turn into. One moment you were discussing the next hunting party and suddenly he's ranting to you about how his second in command is nagging him about finding a mate.

Having been at his side for more than half your life, it's obviously not the first time you talked about it, yet it manages to dampen your mood every time without fail. Still, you're doing your best to not react when he mentions other females in front of you, only casually throwing in your opinion on what you think would be best for the pack when he asks you to. You've already come to terms with the fact that your feelings for him are one-sided and that you aren't the one he's going to choose.

Well, at least that's what you're trying to tell yourself everytime the topic comes up.

"You think so?" is all you can bring yourself to mumble out, tone carefully neutral. Jimin hums easily in response, as if he doesn't even have to consider his answer.

"You're smart, strong and perfectly in sync with the pack's needs. You think I don't see how everyone comes to you for advise or when they're stressed out? Your presence soothes them. Aside from a capable leader, there's nothing more important to a pack's survival than a luna who has everyone's hearts and trust."

Biting the inside of your cheek, you give your own hum in reply and shuffle against the back of your couch to ignore the way your heart misses a beat or two at his praise.

The hand that comes up to touch your face out of nowhere startles you out of your thoughts and when you look back down, Jimin's eyes are already on you. His thumb softly wanders along your jawline, slightly tilting your head.

"You're also extremely beautiful," he adds with a breathy whisper, like he's in awe. As if he hasn't seen your face a million times before.

You can't help the snort of surprise that comes out at his compliment and when Jimin cranes his neck to get a better view of your expression from where his head is positioned on your lap, you inadvertently turn your attention away from him out of embarrassment.

Aside from not knowing how to react to all the praise he's showering you with, you also don't want him to notice the blush that most definitely colors your face, if your warming cheeks are anything to go by. You silently curse yourself for not being able to control the rapid beating of your heart, every time he looks at you like that. Like he couldn't take his eyes off you, even if he tried.

As if he knows you've already written off his words as empty flattery, he suddenly shifts his body until he's half on top of you, his hands flat against the couch on either side of your thighs, caging you in. With one cheek pressed against your shoulder as he accommodates to his new position, he gives you a pointed look.

"I'm serious."

The alpha in front of you lets out a good-natured huff at the playful roll of your eyes, but refuses to move even as you subtly push against his chest to get him to back off. Instead, he leans in further to brush his nose over your scent gland, making you shiver involuntarily. "None of the other wolves I've met so far ever came close to compete with you."

Jimin doesn't stop you when you reach out one arm to run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to distract yourself, not sure how to respond. It's already painful enough to remind yourself that he isn't interested in you romantically without him giving you false hope and the way he holds onto you like he doesn't have important duties to go back to sooner rather than later is definitely not helping either.

Thankfully, he doesn't press you for an answer and only sighs happily to let you know he enjoys your touch. Both of you sit in comfortable silence as you let him cuddle you closer, body relaxing against your smaller frame and face buried in the crook of your neck. Slightly pulling down the collar of your sweater to have better access to your warm skin, the older wolf inhales deeply, a pleased hum rumbling low in his chest and your breath hitches at the sound, no doubt catching his attention.

He's told you before that he likes your scent specifically, despite having to get so close to you to actually get a good whiff of it.

It's not that your scent is weaker than others' per se, but while alphas and omegas smell more alluring or prominent by default due to their natural roles within the pack hierarchy, yours is more neutral and less provocative, and therefore harder to fully catch from a distance.

The way Jimin exhales against your skin with a small grunt sounds almost frustrated now and you wonder if he's pouting into your neck, but when you start to lean back to check on him, he growls in warning and pushes your hips down to keep you from moving.

"Don't."

Shocked at his uncharacteristic display of possessiveness, your body immediately becomes pliant beneath him and you barely manage to suppress the whine that's threatening to spill from your lips as his grip on you tightens in response, your instincts telling you to submit to the stronger wolf pinning you down. It's pitiful, really, how eager you are to please him while you're not even sure what triggered his reaction in the first place.

Maybe his rut is coming up soon. Although it's unlikely, considering you can't sense any changes in his scent. Plus he's never asked you to help him out during his cycle before, always preferring one of the many unmated omegas living outside the main camp. And even though you can't deny that it hurts to see him choose another pack member over you time and time again while you're right there, it's not really surprising. Being the head alpha, he can have his pick out of many.

Compared to all the available females in your territory, you're nothing special. If you hadn't been raised side by side since your early childhood, he probably wouldn't even spare you a second glance. Or maybe your friendship is the reason he doesn't see you as a potential partner in the first place. Maybe he simply can't bring himself to pursue you because he's known you for too long.

But you wish he would.

Even if just once, you wish he would acknowledge your desperate pining, no matter how skilled you are at pretending to be unaffected by his presence. On some days, the thought of him with someone else physically hurts to the point where you can't even bring yourself to meet his eyes out of shame.

And now that he finally has you underneath him, canines carefully prodding at your collarbone while you absentmindedly play with his soft locks between your fingers, you can't bring yourself to ask what's gotten into him. Not when he's pushing up the hem of your sweater to trace the bare skin of your waist with both hands, your name falling from his lips in a low murmur.

With a shuddering breath you close your eyes and let your head fall back to expose your neck further, hesitant and confused about his behavior, but more than willing to let him do whatever he wants with you.

Strangely enough, something about your act of submission seems to snap him out of whatever daze he was in. Slowly, he detaches his mouth from you and nuzzles his forehead against your shoulder as if attempting to soothe you. You're about to ask him what's wrong, when he suddenly lets out a defeated sigh, his voice still low, yet a lot softer than earlier.

"It sucks that you're a beta."

Instantly, your eyes snap wide open. There's something about the implication behind his words that doesn't sit right with you and your stomach starts to churn unpleasantly as you wait for him to say something else. He can't possibly mean what your anxiety is pushing you to read into it. Not him, not Jimin, not your alpha.

Your hand has long since stopped stroking Jimin's hair and you let it fall back to your side to dig it into the cushions, nearly ripping the material with how tight you hold onto it.

Grumbling at the loss of contact, he nudges your chin with his nose affectionately before laying back down to mold himself against you, basking in your warmth.

"Things would be so much easier if you had presented as an omega." The words are slightly muffled from the way he hides his face in your sweater and the whine in his voice would be cute, if you could acknowledge it over the deafening sound of your heart shattering into a million pieces as the realization hits you like a punch to the face.

If you had presented as an omega.

"Maybe you would have wanted me then," he adds so quietly you don't even register what he said over the blood rushing in your ears, before he moves again to look up at you through unreadable eyes, chin resting on your stomach. "I would have asked for your permission to claim you right after your first official shift, you probably would have said yes and we'd be raising a whole litter of pups already. Gosh, just thinking about it... they'd be so pretty."

You watch apathetically as he carefully shifts to one side until he's back in a similar position as before, laying on top of you with his head nuzzled against your inner thigh.

"Instead, you're stuck with your position as delta until you find someone you're compatible with and I'll have to start looking for a suitable mate in other territories. It's such a waste."

Someone you're compatible with. A suitable mate. Not you. An omega. Not a waste like you.

He reaches out to take your free hand in his like it's second nature to him, and maybe it is. He has held your hand countless times in the past, his touch always managing to put you at ease, making you feel valued, protected, loved.

But when he starts to absentmindedly play with your fingers, completely unaware of the sorrow slowly beginning to rip you apart from the inside, all you want to do is curl away from him like he burned you. You feel numb and hollow and sick all at once. Your skin grows ice cold as you think back to all the times you let yourself think that maybe, just maybe, Jimin would someday love you back. Stupid. You're fucking stupid.

The drastic shift in your emotions must have finally caught up with your scent, because Jimin suddenly stills against you, head shooting up in alarm to look at you with wide eyes. Using the opportunity to slowly pull away from him while he searches your face for an explanation, you fight the useless urge to run and hide, body instead pressing into the back of the couch behind you to make yourself as small as possible.

You can see it in his gaze the exact moment he realizes what's going on. It's a strange mixture of shock, regret and something else that you can't quite place. Softly shaking your head as he opens his mouth to say something, you mindlessly look around the room as if it would help you find the best way to escape from this whole situation. You don't want to hear what he has to say. You don't want him to comfort you and say that he's sorry for not rejecting you more politely. You just want to be left alone.

"Hey... no, I... that's not what I meant. You don't-"

Your brain shuts down the second the alpha tries to touch you. Body acting solely on instinct, you slap his hands away and jump to your feet with a warning growl that sounds more hurt than threatening, even to your own ears. Teeth bared, you glare at him through glowing eyes.

"Why are you still here, then? Go and secure our pack's future, instead of wasting your time with someone like me."

The venom coloring your voice sounds in total contrast to the distress heavily souring your scent to the point it's almost unrecognizable. Jimin has never seen you so upset before.

Visibly doing his best to ignore the blatant disrespect of your actions in favor of letting you express your anger, the alpha simply shakes his head at your words, his own voice calm but firm when he eventually decides on what to say.

"That's not fair. Y/N, what's wrong? Why are you so on edge all of a sudden? You know I wasn't trying to belittle you."

He's lying. He didn't have any reason to say it if he didn't mean it.

With an agitated huff, you take a provocative step forward instead of giving him an answer, stance bordering on challenging. You wouldn't actually attack him, not even if you had just the slightest chance of winning. But with your back facing a wall and the other wolf in front of you, you suddenly feel like a trapped animal backed into a corner.

Unease and exasperation burn the inside of your throat like acid when you realize there's no way Jimin will let you out of his sight anytime soon. And you'd rather let him kill you than submit to him right now.

Ignoring the predatory growl you receive in return to your defiance, you narrow your eyes at him.

"How else am I supposed to take it when you tell me it 'sucks I'm a beta', right after explaining how I would be your first choice, if I hadn't been born with the wrong subgender? Because to me, it sounded like an abstract of all the various reasons as to why I'm worth less than some random omega bitch you fuck in your free time."

There's a certain edge to your voice as you repeat his hurtful words. It's raw and painfully vulnerable, causing the man in front of you to restlessly shift his weight from one leg to the other, his instincts probably telling him to comfort his distressed pack member, while your body language is warning him to keep his distance.

"It might come as a shock to you, but I'm actually comfortable in my skin. Presenting as a beta was never something I felt ashamed of and I never wanted to change into something else."

Except for you. I would do anything for you.

It's only now that you register the fact that you're shaking, and you have to forcefully suppress the tremor in your voice to keep talking through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry an ordinary beta like me isn't good enough to serve as breeding tool for your superior alpha genes, but you didn't have to spell it out like that. If you wanted to hurt me, you could've just mauled me instead of spitting on my pride."

Your accusation has Jimin visibly flinching back. He breathes out harshly and takes a few cautious steps towards you while you watch him intently, eyes flashing gold when he gets too close.

"No. No, you got it completely wrong! I just thought you... shit, shit, okay. I need you to calm down, y/n. Be good for me and come here, yeah?"

The snarl that rips from your throat as Jimin reaches out to pull you into his arms causes him to freeze mid-movement, surprise mixing with the worry in his dark eyes. Through your clouded mind, you silently acknowledge that you still have all your limbs, the amount of self-control the alpha displays being more than impressive.

You know you shouldn't test his patience like this, but he's far too close now, his familiar scent confusing your emotions more than you can handle in your state and aggression is the only way you can think of to try and keep him at a safe distance.

"As you so accurately pointed out, I'm not one of your precious omegas. I don't need you to console me with your fucking pheromones, Jimin."

This time, the alpha does react. Straightening to his full height, he bares his canines and slowly takes the last few steps until he's right in front of you.

"Y/N," he rasps right against your ear, a violent shudder wracking through your body at the threat in his tone. Immediately, you have to fight the urge to bow your head, instead forcing yourself to stand your ground. He doesn't touch you, but the menacing growl you receive the second you try to move away is enough to freeze you in place.

"I know you're upset with me, but I am still your alpha. Fucking act like it."

With every single one of your senses on high alert because of the potential danger he's posing to you, your muscles are so tense you feel like you're going to snap any moment. Rationally, you know Jimin would never harm you. At least, not on purpose. But you aren't the only one almost solely running on instinct now and you can't be sure what it would take to set the alpha off.

Forcing your body to slightly relax, you let out a dejected whimper that gets stuck in the back of your throat, making it harder to breathe. You wish he would physically hurt you instead of using his status to compel you into submitting. Having to fight your wolf at the same time as being in Jimin's overwhelming presence is pure torture.

"I think you made it quite clear that you would never consider me as anything more than good company. You didn't come here as my alpha, you came here as my friend. And right now you're the insensitive asshole that told me he'd prefer literally anyone else over me as long as they're born with the only thing I can't change about myself."

Your voice audibly cracks at the end and you squeeze your eyes shut in humiliation. There's no way you'll ever be able to go back to how things were before your argument.

Mentally, you're already planning to move in with one of your cousins living at the furthest corner of your pack's territory. Or better, join another pack entirely. That way, you won't have to live with his pitiful stares while you force yourself to act like he didn't make you feel like a worthless piece of shit.

Another whimper tumbles over your lips, hands at your sides tightly clenching around nothing in the need to touch him. To pull him closer or push him away, you're not quite sure yourself.

"I would have never dared to ask you to choose me, even if you didn't point out how ridiculous it is for me to even wish for it. If you wanted me to take a hint, you could have simply picked your mate and I would have silently stayed by your side as your delta. You didn't have to insult me."

For a few seconds, it's deadly silent, the only sounds in the room coming from your uneven breathing. Then you feel him move to gently grab your chin, warm fingers lifting your head up until you have to look at him.

"You wanted me to choose you? You want to be my mate?"

You can't stop your eyebrows from furrowing in confusion at the strange tone of his voice, sounding almost relieved and in pain at the same time. Studying his unreadable expression with a slight tilt of your head, you hesitantly wrap your fingers around his arm holding you in place. You're significantly calmer now, heart still pounding against your ribcage but the anger that was clouding your mind a few moments ago slowly dissipating. You're more concerned for your alpha now than anything.

"I... That's not the point. I always knew you don't see me as a potential partner. Just... please go. I can't keep pretending that it doesn't hurt. Not after you told me how you actually feel about me."

The words are barely out of your mouth before Jimin softly hushes you. Cradling your face in both his hands, he leans down until your foreheads touch in what you can sense is an attempt to comfort.

"Oh baby, no," he breathes out, voice a low timber, warm and soothing and you feel yourself automatically relax in his hold. "I need you to listen to me, because I couldn't have fucked this up more even if I tried."

He ignores the confused noise you make in response, simply pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling you flush against his chest, arms coming around you to keep you close.

"It's not that I don't want you. Fuck, trust me, I want to make you mine so bad it hurts. I don't care if you're a beta or an omega, because you're fucking perfect for me."

That's all it takes for your eyes to well up with unshed tears and you press your face into his chest to muffle a garbled cry, your hands holding onto the material of his shirt for dear life. With everything that's happened before, you're not sure if you believe him. It just doesn't make sense. If he wants you, why would he-

"I thought you didn't want me."

What?

"What?"

Body tensing in shock, you put your hands against his firm chest and push back until you can look at him. You search his face for any sign of dishonesty, afraid that maybe he's just trying to placate you out of feeling guilty, but his eyes don't waver when they meet your own. With a humorless chuckle, Jimin shrugs his shoulders in reaction to your quizzical expression.

"There's rarely any changes in your scent when I'm around, no matter how hard I try to get a reaction out of you. After a while I assumed you simply don't see me as a potential mate. That maybe you're more interested in omegas."

Dumbfounded upon hearing him say that, you can only stare at him in response, face blank and head slightly shaking from side to side in disbelief. There's no fucking way.

Not sure how to take your impassive reaction to his confession, Jimin decides to continue to explain, one hand all the while gently stroking up and down your back.

"You never really give any sign of approval to my courtship and I was afraid if I outright told you how I feel, you would either reject me or accept out of obligation to your pack alpha, not because you feel the same. I wanted you to know that the final decision will always fall to you."

Now that gets your attention.

Blinking up at him with wide, incredulous eyes, you lick your dry lips before you finally bring yourself to answer, voice suddenly turning meek and almost bashful.

"You were courting me?"

In any other situation, the look Jimin gives you in return to your question would make you laugh out loud. However, right now you feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the mixture of bewilderment and disapproval adorning his usually soft features.

"Don't tell me you didn't realize," the alpha rasps, sounding just the tiniest bit exasperated and you instantly want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

"Your favorite food I make for you every week even though I hate cooking? The amount of time I spend solely around you every time I get the chance? The way I touch you..."

His voice suddenly drops and you watch in awe as he softly cradles your face with one hand, the other reaching for your own to carefully guide it towards his chest, holding it there. "...and the way I allow you to touch me."

You only become aware that you were subconsciously holding your breath when you feel yourself exhale shakily, gaze focused on where your palm is splayed across Jimin's familiar chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you register that his heart is pounding at least as fast as your own, the fact strangely soothing to you.

"I was scared I was reading more into it than it actually was. I thought maybe you were just being nice because we've been friends for so long," you admit quietly, causing Jimin to make a sound between a huff and a chuckle.

"Nice?" he asks, clicking his tongue.

"Nice is me holding the door for a pack member who walks behind me. Nice is me leaving the best parts of a kill to everyone else after a long hunt, because I want them to know I'm proud of their hard work."

He suddenly grips your jaw just the slightest bit tighter and props your head back up to fix you with a hard stare, causing your own eyes to widen, pupils dilating in surprise and something akin to excitement.

"Nice is me holding back from ripping another alpha's head off when I see one of them making a move on you."

Leaning forward, Jimin nudges your cheek with his nose before replacing it with his lips, carefully trailing them over your soft skin. When your breath hitches in response, he lets out a content sigh against your ear.

"I don't touch anyone else like I touch you," the alpha whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip while his other hand possessively squeezes your naked thigh as if to get his point across. You jump a bit in surprise at the unexpected action, your gasp cut short by his fingers gently wrapping around your throat.

"I don't look at anyone else like I look at you," he practically growls, voice so gravelly it almost doesn't sound like him anymore. Swallowing harshly against his grip, you can't stop a pleasant shiver from running down your spine when you sense his scent spiking, subtly enticing you to give into him.

"I don't imagine anyone else with me when I lie awake at night, trying to find relief I know only you can bring me."

The whine that leaves your lips at his words sounds needy and weak and just the tiniest bit pathetic. Jimin doesn't seem to mind though, as he starts to teasingly nip at the column of your neck, hands now grabbing your waist to pull you flush against him, making sure you won't slip away.

You bare your throat in submission without hesitation, body arching into his in a silent plea and the primal snarl he lets out against your skin in response has your knees threatening to give out with how light-headed it makes you feel.

Instinctively, your hands roam his stomach up towards his firm chest in your need to feel more of him, while he takes his time alternating between small kisses and loving bites along your jaw and collarbone. You feel his muscles flex where you trail your fingertips across the thin material of his shirt, followed by a pleased hum from the alpha when you finally wrap your arms around his shoulders to bring him even closer.

His familiar scent is almost overwhelming as you press your nose against the warm skin under his jaw, flooding all your senses until the only thing you're aware of is him.

It's calming and exciting at the same time, putting you at ease while riling you up to the point where you can't decide if you want to curl into him for cuddles or beg him to wreck you completely. He feels safe. He feels like home. And suddenly you can't remember why you were ever worried about admitting your feelings to him.

You almost keen in delight when you feel Jimin's cheek rub against yours affectionately before he moves further down to your neck to scent you properly, your stomach doing somersaults at the thought of him marking you as his own for everyone to notice.

Body thrumming in exhilaration, you have to remind yourself to breathe because of your heart beating so fast you can feel it in your throat. Scenting between the members of a pack isn't anything special. It's instinctual, part of survival and as your leader, Jimin has obviously scented you many times before.

But never like this. Never with the intent of having his scent cling to you for days and weeks and years to come.

Eventually, the alpha lets up from his task to look at you with a content smile. His soft hair tickles your skin as he slowly leans towards you, his hands gently cupping your face to hold you in place and you eagerly push against him in silent confirmation but he only hovers, plush lips brushing yours almost teasingly in a feather-light touch.

You make an impatient sound in the back of your throat, causing him to chuckle fondly and when you move away to give him a small pout, he nuzzles his nose against yours in an attempt to appease you. Though there's a certain glint in his darkening gaze, that tells you he isn't nearly as much in control of himself as he tries to make you believe.

The realization has you subconsciously rubbing your thighs together in anticipation and Jimin's eyes flash blood red for the briefest of moments when the smell of your arousal hits his senses. With his thumbs absentmindedly tracing your jawline, he mumbles against your parted lips.

"Tell me you want me. I need to know you accept me as your mate before I do something you might regret later."

Sighing happily, you run your fingers through his silky locks and gently tug as if to make sure you have his full attention despite his wide, vulnerable eyes never leaving yours for even a moment.

The storm of emotions in his curious gaze has your breath caught in your throat and it's only now that you realize Jimin is just as terrified of being rejected as you were before his confession. You give him a bright smile and softly scrape your nails against the back of his neck as a silent way to comfort him, wanting to soothe every last one of his insecurities like he did for you.

"I've been in love with you for so long I can't even remember when I stopped hoping for you to want me back. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me. Yours to love, yours to protect, yours to claim as your own. Please don't make me wait any longer, alpha."

And just like that, he's all over you.

Lifting you up by your thighs like you weigh nothing, he pins you against the wall behind you, his lips immediately chasing yours in a desperate kiss that has you gasping into his mouth. In turn, you wrap yourself around him like he's your lifeline, your hands tightly gripping his hair.

He lets out a guttural growl somewhere deep in his chest in response to your touch, the sound causing your whole body to flush with need. Pulse quickening to an unhealthy pace, you reflexively squeeze your legs around his hips, feeling his hardening length press right against your throbbing core.

You break away from his lips to throw your head back in pleasure and keen at the sensation, prompting Jimin to sink his teeth into the juncture of your exposed neck with a shuddering groan.

Instinctively arching into the pain, your mind goes blank and you start begging, soft pleas and wanton moans tumbling from your lips along with cries of his name. Blood running hot under his attention, you gasp and you whimper and you beg him for more until the alpha hushes you with a loving kiss, carrying you in his arms while whispering sweet nothings against your heated skin.

And when he finally presses you down into the mattress of your bed, crimson eyes flashing with both desire and the same unconditional love you feel deep inside your chest, there's no doubt in your mind that you are right where you are supposed to be.

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Alpha!Jimin x F!Beta!Reader |💕|✖|🍑|

Author's note:

Hey guys! Surprisingly, I'm still alive. Sorry if some of you are waiting for me to upload requests or update some of my other works, I promise I haven't forgotten any of them!

Anyway, inspiration hit me for a second, so here's a lil something to make up for my inconsistency in the meantime.

Hope you enjoy!💜

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fave-bts-fics · 3 years

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Got this ask today

Unfamiliars

BY: themarmalade

SHIP: YOONSEOK

WORD COUNT: 27198

CHAPTERS: 8

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: MATURE

SUMMARY:

Hoseok rescues a kitty in a summer storm. Thanks to some weird magic, Yoongi is that kitty.

In a tiny apartment full of plants and moonlight, a simple, aching happiness blooms. But with what Jungkook knows, how long can the happiness last?

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the-sunshine-dragon · 3 years

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New fic is up!

#writing things #shapeshifter au #fanfiction #kpop fanfiction

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blizzardfluffykpop · 4 years

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Rose Bush

Summary: Who would have guessed if I just stopped to smell the roses. I would get so much more out of life, than anyone could ever believe.

Oneshot

Word Count: 2,482

Jackson X Reader

[For context read: Good Friday (Mark Tuan X Reader) {Devil au/Halloween au}]

Okay so summoning a devil in my shared apartment wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. But it wasn’t the worst idea I have ever had. There was the time that I thought if I could get the toilet water to spin in reverse I could get time to go in reverse. That wasted four hours of my time and I never got any time back. So when (F/n) calls me back into the apartment after I ran out, I knew I was in deep shit. But at least I got to ask the devil a dire question of mine. “I-I… was wondering if you could tell me if I ever find love…?” The devil, who I would later learn his name is Mark, tells me, “You could have just asked your friend over there…” I pout wanting real answers, tarot decks could only ease so much of my anxiety or make it 10x worse. When he answers, “Yeah you will, but don’t let the present slip through your fingers or you’ll never have a future, okay?”

Those words hit me like a train because I came to realize I’ve always been focused on the future. Feeling as if time was moving too fast for me. Or the fact that I was constantly dwelling on the past did not help my case. It made me come to the realization I need to stop and smell the roses. Turns out, I’ve lived in this apartment complex for three years and never knew that rose bushes were growing along the sides of it. I was always in a rush and never had time to smell the roses.

Now, I avidly take time out of my day to enjoy the world around me. I’ve noticed something strange though,... There is a peacock that wanders around here as well. That’s how I found myself having conversations with a peacock. Yeah, I should have just stayed worrying about the future. Because now, I’m losing all my marbles thinking this peacock is replying to me and I’m understanding it. I exit my apartment waving goodbye to (F/n) and going to sit facing the roses to smell them while I wait. Dusk is in a few minutes, that’s when the peacock usually shows up. Anyone else would find being friends with a peacock weird, but me, not at all. I tried to befriend a worm once, that didn’t go so well,... Maybe Peacocks are just like corvids; they understand human language to a degree. Maybe I should look that up sometime, I hope I’m correct.

I turn from the red roses to see the peacock stalking towards me like it was gonna surprise me. The bird’s beak drops in shock that I caught it in the act. I laugh and gesture for him to come over here. The bird shakes off the shock and happily prances over. I start talking about my day, and the bird listens intently and leans on me. The bird communicates to me about their day, as best they can. Or well, what I figure is about their day, because I can't exactly understand squawks that well. But I try to make replies that make sense to the squawks.

When this guy comes up to us, “Jackson! There you are! I’ve been looking for you all over!” I look at the peacock in confusion, “You mean to tell me you have a name?” I ask as if the peacock can reply. The guy comes over, “Yeah, you mean he hasn’t told you?” Jackson puffs up and walks over to the lanky guy. “You can understand his squawks?!?!?!” I exclaim purely in shock. “I-” Before he can continue his sentence Jackson leans down and takes off his slide and starts running off with it. “HEY! COME BACK HERE!”

To say the least, this interaction confused the hell out of me. I guess I won’t be seeing Mark or (F/n) when I die. I go into my shared apartment with the most confused look on my face that both of them ask me what’s wrong. “You know that peacock I’ve been meeting?” They both nod a little bit confused, “Well, turns out not only does he have a name, but I think he has an owner who can understand his squawks,...” They both share a look and I move my head trying to see the look they are sharing. “Do you think the peacock is more than a peacock?” I squint my eyes, “Okay, first off I’m very confused about what you mean by that. Second off, he’s now a pet to someone,... I’m very sad because I might lose my bird friend.” I look at them seriously not wanting to lose Jackson. Mark nods at me, “That’s very understandable. But I was in your shoes once, you got to do everything you can to make sure you don’t lose, Jackson. Because it’s so hard to find them once you lose them.” He looks over at his partner and holds them closer. He lost (F/n) before, he knows what I’m going through. Jackson means so much to me, and I can’t lose him now.

I run out of the house, I can’t let this slip out from under my fingertips. I want to continue living in the present and he always makes sure I do. I don’t want to lose Jackson, he means the world to me. It’s when I see the lanky guy, “Oh, you were that person talking to Jackson.” I nod, “Where is he?” I ask frantically, “Oh, he went back to my apartment.” I nod, “Can I see him?” He shrugs and leads me to his apartment that’s three floors above mine. “What’s your name?” I ask him, “Oh I’m Bambam.” I nod, “It’s nice to meet you Bambam, I’m (Y/n).” He asks me while we wait in the elevator how I meet him. I was dwelling over the fact that I hadn’t paid that much attention to the world around me. When I started noticing a peacock wandering around the rose bushes at dusk. Something I would have never caught if I never started looking. The peacock noticed me as well and squawked at me, but not one that told me to ‘back off’. But one that asked me, ‘what brings you here’. From there on we would talk about our days, and I would try my best to understand his squawks. When Bambam knocks on the door, “Jackson you have a guest! Can you open the door?” I gawk at Bambam, “You taught him how to open a door?” Bambam laughs and shakes his head. When this tall and muscular man opens the door. He is so good-looking when it hits me, ‘Is that Jackson?!’

His eyes go wide in shock when he closes the door real fast and lets out an incoherent scream. My brain is still processing when the door opens again and it reveals Jackson, the peacock. My mind is reeling now, is that what they meant. That Jackson might be more than a peacock. Bambam laughs at Jackson as he has his feathers downcast. Looking at me, his eyes saying, “I can explain this but you might not like it” at least that’s what I assume. He gestures for me to follow him into the apartment. His feathers dragging against the ground sadly as he leads me to his room. Raises his right wing and opens his door. My brain still has yet to process any of this.

He sits on what I guess is his bed and pats his left wing on the bed gesturing for me to sit down as well. Just when I’m about to ask a question he sighs and turns back into the human I just saw. The really good looking human I saw a minute ago at the door. I ask warily, “J-Jackson?” He nods, “Yeah,...” My jaw dropped like his had earlier when he had tried to sneak up on me. “I can explain this if you’d like?” He asks with his head tilted so cutely. “That, that would be great.” He nods, “Well, it’s gonna sound crazy. But I think you already kind of know crazy so it won’t be that outlandish…” I shrug, “Yeah, nothing can beat trying to reverse time by trying to reverse toilet water.” He laughs, “I’m a shapeshifter,... My father is a shapeshifter and so was my grandmother. I got the gene, so I um, I can shift between different animals in the animal kingdom.” I grin, “What?!? That’s so cool,... You mean you can shift into any animal?” He laughs and nods, “Yeah, watch this.” He turns into a chicken, then a panther, and then a monkey and back to his human self. I laugh, “Can you shift so you look like different humans?” He nods and right before my eyes, he turns into Bambam. I laugh as he turns back, “Man, honestly this is the best explanation for something I have ever gotten.” He grins and I ask, “So, is this your main body?” He nods and I ask, “So why do you shift into a peacock all the time instead of the range of animals you can be?” He smiles, “Well, I can’t exactly be an elephant living in Seoul, can I?” I shake my head and laugh, “Plus they are graceful, strong, beautiful, and impressed you.” I smile over at him, “You have me there.”

He makes a fist and pumps it, “Yeah!” I grin, “It also makes you the center of attention.” He nods, “Yeah, it’s kind of hard not to notice a peacock by rose bushes.” I gawk at him, “Alright, just because some of us like to live in the future--.” He shakes his head with a laugh and turns back into a peacock. Laying across me and starts talking in his voice, “You mean to tell me this whole time you could talk in your voice?” He nods, “I think it might have freaked you out if I was talking bird.” I nod, “You’re right, does this mean you’re Donkey from Shrek--.” He glares with his bird eyes, “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers.” He sighs, “You know I think I made a poor decision listening to you talk about your day to me.” I pout, “Hey, that’s not very nice, Mr. Peacock, sir.” He shakes his head and gets off of me and crosses his wings. “I don’t want to hear it.” I glare at his back, “Don’t make me make you into a feather down pillow.” He turns around his wings still crossed and he glares, “You wouldn’t--” I glare right back into his black bird eyes. “It won’t be the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Don’t try me featherdown.”

He lets out a loud squawk and flaps his wings and attacks me. To say this is the most interesting thing I’ve ever done. Would be an understatement, but it makes the top three as I wrestle with a peacock. Bambam knocks on the door and looks in, “You know what, I’ll come back later.” And walks out, just when I get the upper hand on the peacock he turns into his human self and he pins me down. “Not so fast, you were saying?” I glare, “Just because you have more muscle mass in this form. Does not mean I will give up, feather boy.” I laugh and try my best to flip us over. When I sigh and finally give up he lets go and falls down next to me. “Honestly, I’m so glad you turned out to be human.” He rolls over and looks at me instead of the ceiling. “Why is that?” I smile, “Because it’s nice I can talk to you about anything. No longer can (F/n) and Mark call me a crazy bird person. And now, you can answer back with words I can understand.” He pouts, “You can’t understand my squawks?” I shake my head, “I try my best!” He smiles, “I know.”

As Jackson and I grew closer, I learned more and more about the world. More than I could ever imagine was possible. I mean who would have guessed Bambam was a fairy? Definitely not me, Jackson being more than peacock? Who saw that one coming, everyone, but that is beside the point. Did I learn how to reverse time? No, but did I learn how to live in the present? Most definitely, I have a lot of reasons to look forward to each day. Jackson and I have decided to take our relationship slow, considering how I used to live in the future. I’ve gotten used to living in each moment, and Jackson makes that easy. You never know what he’s gonna be next, and I look forward to seeing it. He makes each day worth the wait, I’m so glad I can finally call him mine now. I mean who wouldn’t love a strong and sweet man? Especially one I can always laugh with, he makes my heart sing. He used to make me laugh even when he was just a peacock. To say I’m in love with him is an understatement. My soul has found its match, and it’s with a shapeshifter. I wouldn't have it any other way, he’s the reason why I'm committed to taking it slow. He makes every day an adventure even if it is lying next to each other and talking about meaningless things.

Living in the moment is more important than reliving the past because you can experience the present. You can’t experience the past again, even if you wish for it to happen. No matter how crazy your ideas are though, you should at least try them. Because they might help you realize something that was in front of you the whole time. For me, it was a peacock that would visit the rose bushes by my apartment. It changed my life forever and for the better. Jackson brings me back to the present by tapping my side and he smiles over at me. “Thinking about us again?” I nod, “Something like that,... I know it might be a little too soon to say this. But I’m so glad to have you in my life” He grins, “Me too,... Because now if any other peacock comes up to you. I now know I have a threat--” I shove him off the bed, “You know I was trying to have a moment here--” I roll over away from him. I know he is pouting behind me when I start feeling pecking on my back. I turn over and glare at him, and he squawks out a ‘sorry’. I sigh, uncross my arms and gesture for him to turn back. “Why?” He says, “So, I can give you a kiss, you big baby.” He grins and immediately turns back and kisses me.

And yes, if you were wondering I can speak and understand squawks completely now.

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delakaiart · 5 years

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Stray Kids dnd au

Changeling Druid Lee Know

#I thought it could be fun to make Minho both a druid and a changeling for a ton of chaotic shapeshifting energy #stray kids #stray kids fanart #lee minho #minho fanart #lee know fanart #kpop #kpop fanart #straykids #스트레이 키즈 #리노 #danceracha #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd changeling #dnd druid #stray kids au #delakaiart

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moonflowerbea · 6 years

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NCT as Mythical Creatures (18/18) Jisung as a Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter

“ A person or being with the ability to change their physical form at will.”

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And another series down. I already have a few pre-done so I should keep posting. Hope you enjoyed it and will love the next one too ^^

#NCT #nct 2018 #NCT DREAM #OT18 #Moodboard #Mythology #Mythology Moodboard #Jisung #Jisung NCT #Park Jisung #Shapeshifter #Shapeshifter Moodboard #KPOP #NCT AU #KPOP AU #KPOP Moodboard #NCT Moodboard #Jisung Moodboard #My Posts

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f-l-writes · 6 years

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Otherwordly

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of nudity

Word Count: 3.7 K

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Wandering along the shore of the lake near your new home, you didn’t expect to see the most beautiful horse you had ever laid eyes on. It’s black coat shimmered in the silver light of the full moon and it’s mane was twisted in mimics of braids. Amongst this all, though, you noticed that the horse was dripping with water from head to toe, the sand beneath it darkened by the water that rolled off of the black coat.

Something deep down told you not to approach the horse. That it was a wild animal that could act out against you and harm you. Along with that, you heard the voice of your late grandfather telling you the story of the fey who could shift from horse to human. Faeries who would trick you and draw in by looking like beautiful horses only to drown you in whatever body of water was closest, showing their true forms as you drowned.

When the horse’s head turned towards you, you froze. You felt a slight bit of fear pierce your heart as it acknowledged you, its eyes glinting with an obvious intelligence that seemed beyond that of a normal horse. With a chill down your spine and the continuous effort to fight off the want to approach the horse, you turned and began to walk back to your home, the light from your phone guiding your way until you reached the door.

As you turned to look at the woods you emerged from, you saw the glinting of eyes staring at you from the forest, watching as you stepped inside your home and locked the door behind you, the beast highly unaware of the fear and intrigue you felt.

That night, you slept restlessly, your mind concocting images of the horse turning into Mark Lee, one of your closest friends, and dragging you beneath the lake’s surface, his face contorting as your vision finally fell completely black.

Waking with a jerk in the morning, you could feel sweat sticking the hair to the nape of your neck and rolling down your back, your tank top clinging disgustingly to your back. Running a hand over your face, you felt your heart stop in your chest for a second as you remembered you had work that day.

Jumping out of bed, you quickly compiled an outfit of a plain black tee shirt with a single pocket over the breast, a pair of distressed, black jeans, and your favorite pair of blue, mid-calf, Cookie Monster socks. As you moved towards the shower, you undressed yourself, deciding that you could pick up the trail of clothes once you got home from work.

Setting your clothes down on the counter as you reached the bathroom, you quickly walked over to the shower and turned the water on, getting in swiftly and bearing the freezing cold water as it slowly heated up. As the shower went on and you finally got around to washing your hair and body, the dream came back to you. It was a highly unpleasant thought and you did your best to try and push it away, not wanting to think of it much longer. After all, it was only a nightmare. It didn’t mean anything, right?

Once out of the shower and with a towel wrapped around your body, you made swift work of drying yourself off and getting dressed, preparing yourself for the day. As you headed back into your room to grab your phone, you hit the power button and watched as it sprung to life, the bright screen illuminating 3:01. You gawked at the device before finally looking out your window and realizing just how dark it really seemed to be outside.

Sighing, you sat on the bed and let your head hang, eyes closing for a moment until your screen displayed a message, the light causing you to snap your eyes open and see who it was from.

Markie: I had the weirdest fucking dream…

You chuckled to yourself, quickly texting the male back. Same. Also I’ve got one hell of a story to tell you when I see you at work lmao.

Your phone remained bare for the rest of the morning as you decided to just finish your routine as usual, figuring some time to sort out your thoughts wouldn’t kill you. As you settled on the couch, a cup of coffee warming your ice-cold hands, you let your mind wander to the night before and the feeling that encased you of seeing the horse by the lake.

While you didn’t quite recognize the feeling then, there was an underlying feeling of familiarity with the beast. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but it was there and it was a bit unsettling if you were going to be honest with yourself.

Lifting the cup of coffee to your lips, you let the heated liquid slide down your throat, appreciating the warm feeling it left in your stomach. For the following thirty minutes, you drank the coffee slowly, finally managing to settle your thoughts until your alarm went off. Shutting it off, you decided now was as good of a time as any to leave so you could beat traffic as well as stop for something better than cereal on your way to the Box Lunch you worked at.

Getting up, you dumped the rest of your coffee down the drain, setting the cup in the once bare sink before you headed to the exit of your home and slipped on your red and white Converse before grabbing your plain grain jacket off of the jacket stand next to your door, your keys already tucked safely into the pocket of the jacket.

With that, you were off, climbing into your car and listening to the quiet talk of the radio station hosts and music as you drove off. By the time you had reached the McDonald’s closest to the mall the Box Lunch was in, you had about an hour left before you had to be to work for the opening shift.

You were thankful that the line was quick and you were able to order what you wanted quickly and, thankfully, without any mishaps. From there, you pulled around to the side and sat in the parking lot as you ate, watching your phone for any more messages from Mark or any other friends and co-workers. However, as your breakfast session came to an end, there had been nothing and you were finally pulling up into the parking lot to get ready and head into work.

As you pulled over to the employee parking, you noted that Mark’s car was already there, which confused you greatly. He wasn’t one to show up early usually, instead opting to be on time. Deciding to park beside his vehicle, you slowly got out of your car and peered into the male’s vehicle, eyes scanning the driver’s seat. Upon seeing nothing, you headed into the mall, making your way towards the store you spent your time slaving away to.

Stepping in, you carefully shut the glass door of the shop behind you, heading back to the break room to see if Mark was indeed early and just napping back there before work began. However, what you saw startled you. Yes, Mark was indeed there, but he was soaked from head to toe despite there having been no rain. He was shivering, lying on his side as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

With a shocked gasp, you rushed to his side, helping him sit up before you took your jacket off and set it around his shoulders. Hopping up, you tried to find the thermostat as quickly as you could, putting the heat up as high as you could despite how much you hated the extra heat.

Finding yourself back at Mark’s side, he seemed to have been stabilized a bit, now sitting and rocking back and forth, hugging your jacket around his frame. He was visibly zoning out, his eyes glossed over, brows drawn together. Kneeling before him, you set your hands on his shoulders, deciding now would be the time to ask just what the hell had happened before any other co-workers arrived.

“Mark… I need you to tell me what happened,” you cooed softly, trying to keep a steady gaze on his eyes. He seemed so out of it, you weren’t sure how he would be able to perform decently today.

“I… I don’t know… I woke up drowning and I-I… When I finally managed to get to the shore bed I was hardly clinging on…” he said quietly. “Once I had recovered a bit, I had walked through the woods to find my car and I just drove to work,” he continued.

“Mark, you should have called me,” you stated quietly, pulling the soaked male into your warm body, letting him warm up.

His breathing was more even now and, within moments, it seemed like he had fallen asleep. Pulling away, you couldn’t help but to smile at the way his lips parted, soft breaths puffing through. Carefully, you picked the man up and carried him over to one of the chairs that you had supplied for the back room while you were moving to your new house.

Walking out into the main store, you grabbed one of the fluffy Nightmare Before Christmas blankets and carried it back to him, unrolling the fabric and laying it over him. From there, you took your wallet out of your purse, putting the needed cash into the cash register before going back and looking over the male as he slept.

You remained there until a few other co-workers made their way to the back to see you and him. They had given you a questioning look but said nothing as they set to work on stocking up the store while you waited for Mark to wake up.

When he did, there was about fifteen minutes before the mall actually opened and the two of you, finally, set to work. He spent any second near you telling you how thankful he was that you had helped him and, as a joke on his end, how you were as warm as a dragon’s fire. You had simply smiled at the remark, telling him it was your pleasure to help and that you would do it again in a heartbeat.

As the day dragged on, you had grown increasingly quiet, wanting nothing more than to just home and sleep. You were growing tired of the people and your co-workers and, on top of that, your skin seemed like it was drying out, almost to scale-like roughness. You didn’t quite mind that, as it was normal for you but, on the other hand, it was obvious to anyone who touched you that they didn’t like the roughness of your hands.

Hell, even you were getting annoyed as it was now rubbing even more holes into your jeans whenever you tried to wipe the sweat off your hands, the rough skin catching on the fabric.

When it came time for your break, Mark had taken it as an opportunity to treat you for helping him. While you had denied at first, figuring you could just find a place and sleep for the break, he had coaxed you by promising to get your favorite from the food court. Following him up to the second story of the mall for food, he had made you take a seat while he got the food, taking only a few minutes to do so as the mall was surprisingly empty.

When he finally sat back down, he had taken a hold of your hands and flipped your hands so your palms faced upwards. He examined the rough, scale-ish looking skin before looking up at you, a brow cocked.

“Have you tried lotion?” he teased.

“Several times.” you rolled your eyes, knowing that wouldn’t have helped. If anything, this was only going to get worse throughout the day but, as soon as you got home, you would be able to do as you liked. After all, it was why you got the isolated home anyways.

Mark snickered as he released your hands, grabbing his food and beginning to eat. You followed suit, making joking remarks to one another and enjoying the break. Unfortunately, it ended all too soon and the two of you were back to work.

Throughout the rest of the day, you had gotten comments from colleagues and shoppers alike about your “colored contacts”. You had simply waved them off with a smile, saying you were trying something new though it was quite the opposite of that. It was simply something you had to deal with from time to time. The sudden brightening of your eyes and sensitivity to bright lights. It was admittedly annoying.

When your shift finally ended, you headed to the back room with a sigh, stopping when you saw Mark holding something in his hands, a confused look on his face. Walking over, you peered over his shoulder, realizing it was a photo from your wallet. Taking it from his hands, you looked down at it and realized why he was so confused. It was you with your grandfather many years ago as he was finally going to pass.

The only problem, however, was the state he was in. Your family was far from normal, coming from a long line of people who had been cursed to act as a “demon’s servant”. While that was no longer the case, there was still the issue of the family being, more or less, shapeshifters. Or perhaps the human came first? You weren’t sure. Whatever it was, it was shown clearly in the photograph.

In your grandfather’s dying days, he had decided to assumed the only form that wasn’t taxing on his mind and body, that of which was the dragon form that your family had been born with. He was a great beast, larger than the family home you had lived in prior. His scales were a wicked and beautiful green and his eyes were a brighter green than anything you had ever seen despite being on his deathbed.

The grass below him was dying out and, as you looked at the photo, you felt your heart clench. He was an amazing man in both forms and he was most certainly a formidable foe (he was poisonous, after all).

While he resembled the typical dragon with four legs and wings, he had given birth to four other types that he hadn’t expected. You aunt was an amphitere, a dragon with a snake’s body and wings. Your second aunt had been a wyvern, a dragon with two wings, two legs and a barbed tail. Your uncle had been a luck dragon, which almost immediately made him an outlier. With pink and white scales, some fur, and head almost like a lion’s, he was outcasted. Finally was your father. He had been born as a drake, a dragon with no wings, four legs, a spiny back and scales on the rest of the body.

Consequently, you had been born a drake as well despite having the genes for any other type of dragon, as your cousin had been born as typical dragon like her grandfather instead of as an amphitere.

“Y/N?” Mark questioned, his brows still furrowed in confusion. “What’s going on in that photo?”

Mark’s words startled you from your thoughts, your breath catching in your throat as you turned to look at him.

“I, uh, it’s nothing. Just a PhotoShop my cousin made for me,” you lied, smiling at the male.

“That doesn’t look PhotoShopped,” Mark argued, his eyes flickering over to the photo that was now clutched in your hand.

“Well it was, Mark. Now, if you’ll excuse-”

“You never told me the dream you had last night,” Mark suddenly changed the topic, eyes burning into your own.

In that moment, you felt the same emotion you felt the night before. The slight fear of being so close while at the same time feeling comforted by him, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to you.

“It was just a nightmare, Mark. Based off of something I saw by the lake near my house,” you explained, walking over to your bag and tucking the photo away into your wallet.

“What did you see?”

“It was just a horse. I was taken by surprise and mixed with what my grandfather used to say, it must have manifested into a nightmare.”

“I’m assuming he used to say stuff about kelpies, then?” Mark questioned, stopping you in your tracks.

“Well, yeah, those are the shapeshifting horses, aren’t they? Faeries who kill by luring in humans with their beautiful looks before dragging them under and killing them?”

You didn’t hear clearly what Mark said next but it almost sounded like we’re not all like that…

“Anyways, Mark, I know you don’t have work tomorrow so feel free to stop by, tonight, alright?”

There was a grunt of acknowledgement from the man before you finally gathered your things and made it out to your car, making the drive back to your house.

Letting a sigh escape your lips as you entered the home, you slipped off your jacket and shoes, placing them where they had been that morning before you continued to strip down until you were in nothing. From there, you headed to the room which you had future plans for it to be a guest bedroom. Once there, you let yourself go, letting the human facade fall as you revealed to no one what you were.

You were quite a specimen to look at, really. You were more decorative than your father had been with his dark gray scales and black eyes. Instead, you had glowing, yellow eyes and scales that rivaled the beauty of silver and diamonds. You were lengthy, your tail brushing over the door while your snout nearly touched the wall. Finally outside of the release of your human form, you curled up and laid down, resting your head on your front legs, unaware of the man who had stepped into your home with the help of the keys you had given him.

When Mark had stepped into the room in his search for you, he had sucked in a breath. At first, he had thought it was simply a pile of some sort of metal until he saw the tail stretch out and flick to the side. He continued to watch, even as you stretched and rolled onto your side, tail forced to curve and head bent forward so you didn’t hit the wall.

Stepping into the room, Mark walked over to you before he kneeled before your exposed midsection, placing a hand on your stomach. You had jerked back from the touch, your eyes snapping open to look at the feeling of someone’s hand against your torso. He had quickly retrieved his hand, watching as you returned to how he knew you.

He blushed upon noticing that you were naked but he kept his focus on your face, wondering how you had managed to keep such a large secret from him for so long. Though you’re not the only one.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“It’s fine… I should have told you anyways, Mark. You’re my best friend,” you smiled at him, seemingly unbothered by baring your entire body to the male.

“I… Would you mind if I showed you something as well, then?” he questioned, his words piquing your curiosity.

“Of course, go ahead,” you stated, watching as he stood.

In record time, Mark was no longer the being in front of you. Instead it was a horse. Not just any horse, either, but the horse. The one you saw the night before.

“So it really was you… My dream wasn’t wrong completely,” you breathed out, walking over to the male and setting hand on the side of his snout.

He leaned his head into your hand, stepping closer to you as he closed his eyes, the warm breath exiting his nostrils hitting your face gently. He remained in the form for only a few moments longer before he decided to change back, now just as bare as you were, leaving you to be the one blushing.

“I guess we shouldn’t have hid ourselves from one another,” he commented. “Neither of us are from this world…” As he spoke, Mark stepped closer to you until he was within kissing distance.

“Very true,” you commented quietly, your eyes catching Mark’s before he glanced down at your lips, stepping even closer still, pressing his lips to your own. For a minute, the two of you remained tangled like that, your hands tangling in the male’s hair while his own had found their way down to your hips, pulling you ever closer still.

When he finally pulled away, he was breathless, as were you. His cheeks were flushed and his heart was pounding in his chest. You mimicked him almost completely, your eyes half-closed as you let the situation run over in your mind.

“That was… certainly something,” you responded, a smirk breaking over your lips.

“That it was… Now, when you see me on the shore of the lake, don’t turn and run,” he teased, causing you to slap his arm.

“Whatever, Mark. What were you even doing out there anyways?” you questioned, walking past him to head to your room and get dressed.

“Thinking.”

You hummed in response, pulling a shirt over your head before moving on to pants. You caught Mark watching before you winked, walking back out to him and clasping his hand in your own.

“Do you think it’s possible for a dragon and kelpie to be together?”

“Well, if it wasn’t before, it certainly is now,” he responded, raising your hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

The rest of the night consisted of you making fun of stereotypes you’d heard about kelpies while he did the same about dragons. The two of you worked on knowing more about one another both as humans and as creatures that didn’t belong. Even if it wasn’t right to many, it felt right to you and him and, for now, that’s all you care about.

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kpop-stories-21 · 1 year

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Keeper of The Keys | A Wild Encounter

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Lovecraftian Monster AU, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Cthulhi!Seonghwa, Human!Reader, eldritch creatures, dirty talk, degradation kink, use of the words "whore" and "slut", breeding kink, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), tentacle sex, monster fucking, deepthroating a tentacle, orgasm denial

Summary: You've obtained all the keys from the Guardians and brought them to Seonghwa. Now you must get a key from him, but he's certainly not going to make it easy for you.

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A/N: the Lovecraft vibes are strong with this one hehe. For those who might be wondering I just wanted to explain that the Cthulhi are the Star Spawn of Cthulhu. I'm still new to Lovecraftian stuff so I don't know all about them, but I do know that they can be called shapeshifters to some small degree (Seonghwa will explain this to Y/N in a bit more detail). That's all you should need to know, so I hope you enjoy!!

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Upon reaching the front desk you were surprised to discover that Seonghwa was nowhere in sight. Puzzled, your eyes scanned your surroundings, looking for somewhere that he might've gone. That was when you noticed a small spiral staircase behind the desk that led to a second floor. Odd, I don't remember that being there. You mused, slightly confused. Nevertheless, you shrugged it off and began to ascend.

Once at the top, you found yourself in a hallway with a single door branching off of it. Taking a deep, calming breath you walked forward and cautiously knocked on the smooth wood.

"Who is it?"

"I-It's me, Y/N. Can I talk to you for a moment?"

There was a beat of silence, then the door swung slowly open.

"What do you want?" He asked, tone flat and emotionless.

"I wanted to apologize for my actions after coming out of the Adventure section. I had no call to act that way towards you, no matter what I just experienced."

Seonghwa eyed you without saying anything for a moment, and just when you thought he was going to shut the door in your face his features softened and he opened the door wider, inviting you into his room.

You stepped in and he closed the door behind you. The silence hanging between you was thick, but not unbearable, and you weren't about to push him to speak after having just apologized for angering him. To give him time to sort through his thoughts you looked around his room, curious what it might say about his personality.

The walls were a plain greyish-white, unadorned save for a smattering of framed photographs that you assumed he'd taken himself. A singular window looked out on a gorgeous mountainside view, the setting sun filling the room with golden light. In one corner was a double bed covered with plain white sheets and a black duvet with a grey geometric pattern. Opposite the bed was a small desk with papers scattered all over it, some of them blank except for a single hastily scrawled sentence in some language you didn't recognize. Moving closer, you attempted to read it aloud to yourself.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

The words felt strangely heavy on your tongue, as if they weren't meant to be uttered so casually. You began to wonder if this meant that Seonghwa wasn't actually human.

"It's a chant." The pink-haired man's voice came from behind you, making you jump in surprise. "Most often it is uttered by a cult dedicated to my creator. In your language it reads, 'In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.' "

You looked at him in confusion. "Cthulhu? You mean like those weird stories from H.P. Lovecraft?"

Seonghwa shook his head. "They're not stories at all. Those are all true accounts disguised as fiction for the sake of your fragile human minds."

A spike of fear shot up your spine. You remembered reading a couple of Lovecraft's works in highschool and being terrified for weeks afterwards. It was so frightening that you vividly remembered the titles so you never had to read them again: The Call of Cthulhu and At The Mountains of Madness.

Seonghwa chuckled. "So you've read some of them then?"

You stared at him in shock. Had he just read your mind?

Again he laughed. "Yes, I am reading your mind, but that is not important just now. I am more excited by the fact that you have read about me."

Your confusion intensified, leading him to explain what he meant. "I am called a Cthulhi, a Star Spawn of the great Cthulhu himself. It was myself and my kin that you read about in At The Mountains of Madness."

Horror dawned upon you and you backed away from him.

"Please Y/N, don't be afraid. I have no wish to harm you."

"Why do you look so…human?" You asked, unable to contain your growing curiosity despite the fear. "Shouldn't you have tentacles or something?"

A crooked smile rose into place. "We Cthulhi have what you might call a…malleable physicality. In essence you could say we are shapeshifters, but really we are so much more than that. And to answer your second question…."

He flexed his shoulders and the air around him seemed to shimmer for a moment. Then, as if you had blinked, there was suddenly an innumerable mass of writhing tentacles protruding from his back.

You froze, staring at them in awe, unable to help feeling somewhat aroused at the sight before you. Your mind wandered to all sorts of wild scenarios involving Seonghwa and his…attachments.

"I see you're amenable to the idea. Saves me the trouble of having to ask you."

You cursed quietly, having forgotten that Seonghwa could read your thoughts.

Looking up, you saw that the tentacles weren't the only change that had manifested. His eyes, previously a warm chocolate, had shifted to a shimmering purple colour; the round pupils now slit like those of a cat. You recalled the two times you had seen a flash of purple while talking to Seonghwa, and realized that must've been his true eyes slipping through his disguise.

"I know you didn't come looking for me just to apologize. What else did you wish to tell me?" He had moved forward while you were lost in your thoughts, now close enough for some of the tentacles to grab gently at your clothing.

Flustered, you stumbled over your words as you spoke. "I, um, I came to tell you that I had obtained all the keys and was r-ready to proceed."

A smirk curled the corners of Seonghwa's mouth. "That, my dear human, is not entirely true."

Another step closer. More tentacles came up to curl in your hair.

"As I told you when you first arrived, I am the Keeper of The Keys. And in order to access the Restricted Section, you must obtain the Master Key from me. Without it, the other keys are useless."

"What must I do?" You asked pointedly, seeing no reason to beat around the bush.

"That, my sweet one, is fairly straightforward. You see, the Cthulhi have no creatures similar to us with which we can mate. In light of this we have often turned to humans for a means of reproduction."

His hands were resting lightly on your shoulders now, a larger tentacle placed under your chin to keep your eyes on him.

"What I want from you is to let me have my way with you, breed you, fill you up with my young. Then you may have the Master Key."

Your brain was on overdrive, thoughts going a mile a minute. You couldn't deny how much his words had sparked a dark desire within you, arousal beginning to soak through the fabric of your panties.

"What do you say, little Y/N?"

"P-Please!" You all but fell to your knees with the sudden need coursing through your body. You wanted so badly to know what being bred by him felt like.

Seonghwa closed the distance between you with a pleased smile on his face. Warm hands cupped your face and his plush lips pressed against yours.

You kissed him back without hesitation, muffled moans escaping you as a small tentacle slipped in beside his tongue to explore the wet cavern of your mouth.

"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." He murmured, breaking the kiss. A string of saliva stretched between you, the tentacle still in your mouth.

You nodded, watching curiously as the air around you began to shimmer and the plain bedroom was replaced with a seemingly endless nebula that floated all around you.

Your situation forgotten for a moment, you gazed at your surroundings in utter fascination, eyes shining at the blues, yellows, purples and reds that wove through the blackness of space.

"Like it?" Seonghwa's voice broke through your admiration, reminding you why you were here in the first place, the pleasant weight of a tentacle still on your tongue.

"It's beautiful!" You breathed softly, joy dancing through your racing heart.

His arms came to wrap around you and hold you against his chest tenderly. "Not half as beautiful as you, sweet one."

Touched by his gentle words, you turned, standing on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a soft kiss. Arms and tentacles held you close, carefully lowering you onto some cold surface that was invisible to your eyes.

"I could see everything, you know." He murmured as his lips dragged across every inch of your skin, tentacles pulling your clothes off at the same time. "Every time you faced a Guardian, I was right here watching."

You felt your skin burn whenever he brushed across one of the marks. "S-So you saw when they-"

"DO NOT speak of them. I will fill you so full you'll forget they ever touched you."

"Surely you're not jealous?" You teased breathlessly.

At this the tentacle in your mouth delved further without warning, tickling the back of your throat and effectively cutting you off from speaking as your lips stretched wide around it.

"I am an extremely jealous creature, Y/N, and I wish to have you all to myself. If not for him and his hold over this place, I'd have whisked you away from here long ago."

You struggled to speak around the tentacle filling your mouth. "Him? Long ago? What do you-"

"Shhhh." A long finger pressed against your lips. "Do not concern yourself with these things. Just focus on the pleasure."

At this you felt two fingers slip inside you as another tentacle teased your clit. All while the appendage in your mouth began to fuck itself down your throat, muffling every moan that came out of you.

You'd never felt so full, and Seonghwa wasn't even in you yet. A shudder ripped down your spine as he added two more fingers, spreading you open.

"Look at you, so full and pliant already and I've barely done anything to you. You like being used like this, don't you, sweet one? It's all you're good for, isn't it? Being stuffed and bred like the good little whore you are."

You clenched around his fingers, needy cries leaving you as his filthy words brought your climax ever closer. Your thighs began to tremble, and when Seonghwa noticed this he stopped his ministrations immediately.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say you can. Do I make myself clear?" You nodded vigorously, and a lustful smile appeared. "That's my good little cockslut."

He slipped his fingers out, watching the way your hole fluttered and tried to keep them in. He quickly rid himself of his clothing before coming to hover over you, the thick head of his cock smearing precum against your thigh.

"Are you ready, sweet one? Shall I fill you up and have you carry my offspring?"

The tentacle retracted slightly so you could speak and the words came spilling out all at once. "Please, Hwa, please! Need you to breed me until I'm so full I can't help but get knocked up!"

A growl left his lips and he slammed into you, setting a brutal pace while the tentacle in your mouth resumed its own objective, sliding down so far your throat bulged as it moved in time with Seonghwa's thrusts.

Your mind was growing fuzzy, making it hard to focus on holding back your orgasm. Your keening wails echoed in the star-speckled space as this Eldritch creature pounded you into oblivion.

Just when you thought you could hold back no longer, his lips brushed your ear. "Cum for me, sweet one. Cover my dick with your delicious essence."

A cry left you at his words, so loud it almost didn't sound muffled, and your entire body shook as your high hit you like a nuclear explosion. Your walls squeezed Seonghwa so hard he cursed aloud, bringing about his own climax much quicker than he had expected.

"Fuck, sweet one! So tight, gonna make me fill you up already. Can't wait to see your belly swollen with my little ones, looking absolutely heavenly. "

His hips stuttered as he buried himself deep inside, spilling his seed into your womb until you felt you might burst from how much there was.

You were a complete mess at this point, limp and boneless with tears on your cheeks and drool on your chin. A broken whimper escaped your raw throat as Seonghwa slowly slid out of you. He was quick to pull a plug from thin air, nestling it firmly in your cunt to ensure that not one drop of cum leaked out.

He cleaned you up and dressed you before gathering your lethargic form into his arms and returning to the upstairs room in the Library. He laid you gently on the bed and placed a golden key in your hand. It was bigger than the other six, set with a mixture of deep purple amethyst and pale pink rose quartz.

"You have more than earned this, sweet one. I only wish that we could stay like this forever."

A heavy sigh left him as he turned and walked toward the door, leaving you sound asleep on the bed.

"Damn you Hongjoong." Seonghwa hissed as the door clicked shut behind him.

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