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whereisten · 4 years

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Gentle Monsters

Summary: After a night of running from a wild animal, you meet Johnny, the owner of the conservatory greenhouse you accidentally broke into. Johnny is kind and sweet—a little too sweet.

Pairing: Werewolf!Johnny X female reader

Warnings: horror, violence, blood and gore, mentions of scars and bruises, angst, supernatural powers, death, profanity, smut (fingering, penetration, breast fondling, dry humping), manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, yandere themes.

Word count: 12.1K

(A/n: wow wow wowwww this is it you guys! I hope you enjoy the last installment of this fic 🥺 it’s my personal favorite fic that I’ve written so I’m kinda sad to finish it, but thank you all for your continuous support that keeps me going, it’s almost been a year!! Wow! Pls read until the very enddd❤️)

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Yuta was ruthless. He never gave you time to breathe once he attacked you. He’d grab your wrist and kick your chest, sending you into the rough cement in his backyard.

“Do you like being best friends with the floor. Get up and fight. If you can’t take a hit from me, a human, how on Earth do you think you’ll survive a werewolf’s attack?” Yuta looked up at the bright sun while you panted on all fours.

“Human? I’m not so sure about that. I mean..you don’t have to go easy on me..but..fuck..please..can we go slower? This is just..a lot.” You pleaded, not realizing that Yuta was walking up to you quickly.

He kicked you in your rib, making you groan in pain and collapse over onto your back. You laid there and struggled to move as Yuta planted his right foot on your chest.

On top of never being the best at physical things, you were still healing from the effects of the killer pregnancy. Your body was fragile.

“Go easy? You’re pathetic, you don’t stand a chance.”

You hugged yourself as you tried to pull his heavy foot off of you. Tears started to run down the sides of your face while you cried and grew hot with anger. It was the second day of training and Yuta expected you fight like Bruce Lee.

“We haven’t even touched the katana’s yet..do you want to die, huh? Because if I don’t kill you by the end of this, I’m sure Johnny will.”

“Fuck you!” You screamed.

Yuta lifted his foot off of your chest and stepped back. “Get up, show me how angry you are.”

You picked yourself up and looked down at your bruised knuckles. Yuta made you spend hours boxing bags of sand until your hands bled, yet you couldn’t fight him, you could never land a punch.

“Johnny was right to choose you.. he knew you were weak, he knew you didn’t stand a chance against him..” Yuta was pushing your buttons now. Would you cry? Would you become furious? He didn’t know, but he hoped it would be the latter. He hoped that you would use that anger to fuel your attacks. The fact that Johnny had put you through so much shit was the the only thing that gave Yuta hope for you.

Yuta stepped closer to you.

“You didn’t put up a fight, you ignored all the signs, and then what? You ran away..oh, and let’s not forget.. you needed the help of another werewolf to get away from him. You couldn’t do it on your own.. and why’s that, y/n? Hm?”

Yuta tilted his head. He took your chin in his hand and watched as your eyes grew watery and your face lose color.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” His voice was sweet even when he was being condescending.

You shook your head, too caught up in his words to know how to respond. So many emotions ran through your mind. You were upset, sad, heartbroken, confused. Everything all at once.

“What’s wrong? Wolf got your tongue?” He chuckled.

And at that moment, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. You quickly swat his hand away and lay a punch to his jaw. But he recovers fast and grabs your hair, pulling your head back while you cry out in pain.

But you don’t let this pain distract you, you kneel him in the rib and punch him again while he doubles over.

Yuta is caught off guard by your swift actions and doesn’t know how to respond. So you take this opportunity to swipe a leg through his, making him fall onto the ground hard as he loses balance.

He tried to get up but you swing your foot into his side just like he did to you a few minutes ago. You realize that your foot won’t apply as much pressure as his, so you decide to put your entire body weight on himself sit on his chest.

You’re about to lay another punch to his beautiful face, but he grabs your wrist and swings his body over yours so you are under him now.

You grunt and throw your fist with your free hand into the side that you had previously kicked. Yuta groans in pain once more, but his grip on your wrist doesn’t loosen.

Instead, he grabs both flailing wrists and holds them above your head. He’s tightening his fingers around them so tight, you can almost feel and hear your bones start to break. You scream.

“Yuta!”

“Tell me what you are! Tell me why Johnny did this to you!” Yuta growled as your cried out in indescribable pain. Your hits didn’t seem to phase or impress him.

“Fuck you, Yuta! Get off of me!”

Yuta only smirked. His dark eyes widening, he takes pleasure in seeing you suffer like this, especially after you dared to hit him.

He dug his thumb into your rib, the same place he had kicked earlier. Your scream grows louder.

“Weak! I’m weak!!” Tears escape as you struggle to ignore the pains in all parts of your body.

Yuta lets you go and lifts himself off of you.

He rolls his neck as he looks down at you condescendingly.

You roll over onto your side and hug yourself while you cry.

“You’re weak, you’re soft, but worst of all, you’re wasting my time.” He says lowly as he steps into his house and closes the sliding door, locking you out to make you sleep outside in the cold once again.

You looked up when you heard the clicking of the door. Was he opening it up for you? Would he finally let you sleep inside?

“Tako!” He clicked his tongue to get his cat’s attention. You didn’t even notice that Tako had been watching you cry quietly.

He quickly ran inside and you heard the door slide and lock again.

Yuta was half-hoping that this treatment would make you give up and leave. A part of him didn’t care about this drama you were in. But another part of him wanted you to grow stronger. He could see the hurt in your eyes and he doesn’t know why he’s decided to care. He hates that he feels sympathy for someone he just met. You needed to be tougher, but he wasn’t sure how much time you had before Johnny would find you and put you to the test. Yuta couldn’t help but be worried for you.

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[A Month Later]

Your training with Yuta got better steadily. You were slow at first, but with practice you started to trust yourself and your body more.

Yuta helped you develop your physical as well as mental well-being. You had grown to be more spiritual, seeing yourself as a being with infinite talents.

“You have to feel every movement in your heart first, then you have to visualize it. But you must do it quickly. Werewolves get off on fear, they smell it, they anticipate it. And if Johnny is as powerful as you say, he’ll smell your fear from a mile away. He’ll know what you plan to do before you do. So you have to be unpredictable.”

Yuta sat across from you with his arms over his crossed legs. His gaze was intense as he spoke. His black hair tied out of his face and his expression stern.

The two of you had gotten to know each other over the weeks, you weren’t best friends or anything, but you felt safe around him.

He still spoke harsh words to make you angry, but you had gotten used to his method of teaching and learned not to take it personally.

Apart from having to eat alone, sleep outside on cold gravel, and adorn bruises in new spots on the daily..living with Yuta wasn’t that bad.

“Johnny has super strength and speed, but he’s not like Jaehyun, he can’t read minds.” You said quietly.

“Doesn’t matter. He’ll still get to you before you even draw the string on your crossbow or pull out your katana.”

Yuta sighed and looked at the ground before continuing.

“We can only be thankful that we do know his one weakness.”

Your brows furrowed. “What’s that?”

He looked up at you and chuckled. “You. It’s you. If he’s this intent on finding you..you were more than just the carrier of his baby..you have a piece of his heart. He clearly can’t let you go.”

You shook your head. “I doubt it, he doesn’t care about me and even if he did, how does that give me the upper hand?”

“Y/n...you really are naive..” Yuta shook his head.

“Johnny has a lust for power..but he also has a lust for you.”

Yuta stands up and draws out his sword.

“Stand up.”

You stand up quickly and grab your katana. The two of you had done this before. You’d fight for what felt like hours with your katana, and you always ended up with cuts on your neck and arms.

But you thought about what Yuta said today. You really thought about your movement. You visualized your attack before actually making it.

You went back and forth, clinking the swords together, making sure to block each other’s attacks so you wouldn’t be sliced open like fresh pieces of meat. It was difficult and scary, you could die at any moment. But what did you have to lose?

Yuta was shocked by your determination. At the end of the day, you always ended up with multiple cuts along your perfect skin, yet you kept going.

He could see the passion in your eyes, you were growing and becoming a fighter, you were no longer filled with immense sadness. You were filled with a beautiful fire that he wanted to nurture and grow even more.

Your robe had come loose slightly as you spun around with the katana after blocking his attack. The move revealed the soft skin of your chest and cleavage, causing him to become distracted for a split second.

You were able to swipe the blade across his abdomen. He cried out and fell to the ground on his knees.

“Shit! Yuta!” You dropped your katana and kneeled down in front of him.

Yuta only chuckled. “It’s okay, that was good.”

“I’m so sorry!” You apologized and took his hand away from his center so you could see how bad the cut was.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that deep, but it sure as hell hurts.” Yuta looked up at you and adored your face. Your eyes wide with worry, your lips parted, your delicate face decorated by sweat and straggly hairs that escaped your ponytail.

Your eyes drifted upwards to his and you caught his stare. You didn’t notice that you had been holding his hand even as you examined the wound.

You also didn’t notice that your robe was lose until he glanced down.

“Oh.” You became frazzled and quickly tied your robe.

Yuta smirked at how nervous you got and stood up. “That’s it for today. We’ll start with the crossbow tomorrow.” He groaned and headed back inside his house.

“Yuta..” you looked to the ground as you called his name, still embarrassed by your exposed skin.

He turned and winced at the pain.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You were still worried.

Yuta smiled for the first time, and it was amazing. It was like the sun had personally come down to greet you. It was beautiful and brought about a ridiculously handsome look to the already gorgeous man.

You wished he would smile more. Would it take him getting hurt more for you to see this daily?

“I’m fine, I’ve stitched myself up more times that I can remember.” He started to close the door, but stopped.

“Actually, you said you were a bartender, right?”

You ran into Yuta’s kitchen and gathered all the ingredients you needed.

Yuta was getting his first aid kit together while you whipped up a delicious alcoholic beverage.

“Make it strong, I don’t want to feel this shit.” He yelled out from the bathroom.

You smiled to yourself as you watched the vodka fill his glass and disperse the cocktail or lemon juice, sparkling water and berries you collected from his garden. It has been a while since you did what you do best, so you were happy to mix a drink for him.

Y/n..

A voice suddenly entered your ear. It was a soft whisper, but you swore the person was right behind you. You turned around quickly, but saw nothing.

Yuta was still in the bathroom, you could hear the water running.

Y/n...

The voice said again and your heart started to race when you recognized the voice.

“Johnny?” You called out, your grip around the glass grew weak, your eyes became watery, your breathing became shallow. A chill in the air made you shiver.

Time stood still for a moment and you didn’t know what to do. Johnny was nowhere to be found. Were you just imagining things?

“What’s wrong?” Yuta said once he walked into the kitchen and saw the look on your face.

You looked back at him and shook your head. “It’s nothing.. here.” You gave a small smile and handed him the glass from your trembling hands.

He took the glass but stepped close to you, locking you in between him and the counter.

“Don’t lie to me, what happened?” He knew something was wrong when you started crying suddenly.

You shivered. “I-I don’t know, Yuta..I thought I heard him..but I..”

Yuta’s eyes grew and he looked to the floor. “He’s trying to find you..”

“How does he still do this to me, Yuta? I feel like..I can’t breathe..my heart, it wants me to go to him.”

“Don’t...” Yuta turned away from you and headed to the dining room.

He groaned as he sat down slowly.

“You have to remember what he put you through, always remember your pain first and foremost. It’s difficult to remember the pain our loved ones brought us, but we have to in order to be stronger.” Yuta gulped the strong drink down.

You nodded and wiped your eyes. “How’s your wound?”

Yuta closed his eyes tightly as the bitter taste of the alcohol settled in.

He lifted up his shirt to show you a wound almost completely healed.

Your eyes grew. “W-Wait, how-“

“We have witches and herbs here too, you know.” He winked.

You nodded and turned to leave.

But before you did, you turned to him to ask one last question.

“What happened to you, Yuta? How did you become this..a hunter? And why did you stop?”

“What is this? Twenty questions?” Yuta rolled his eyes.

“The truth always comes out when you’re drunk.” You have him a playful wink and smile.

You just wanted a distraction, something to lighten the mood and make you forget about the monster that was so close to finding you. The monster that still made you tremble.

And Yuta knew this. He knew you were shaken up by it, so he caved. He had a painful past too, but he didn’t mind sharing it with you for some reason.

“I was in love once..I was happy..” Yuta looked on the centerpiece that sat on the dining table. It was a small sculpture of a beautiful ballerina.

You sat down across from him and waited for him to continue. He swallowed hard.

“But my younger brother..he grew jealous of me, he had a young love that passed away suddenly of an incurable illness. And when he passed, my brother grew heartless, he hated happiness. He hated anyone that lived happily, because he couldn’t. His lover never got the chance to be happy.. death had snatched him away, but why? Why couldn’t death take someone else? Why him?”

You felt sadness wash over you as you thought of the pain Yuta’s brother endured.

“A year passed and he barely spoke to me, he lived alone and stayed away from us, his family. But once I got married to Hina..my dear Hina..” Yuta’s frowned turned into a small smile as he started to think of the wonderful memories he shared with Hina.

He cleared his throat. “Once I got married..I started to see my brother more often..and I thought he was getting over his lover’s death, I thought he was moving on and finally deciding to spend more time with me...but I was wrong.” Yuta looked up at you and gritted his teeth.

“He betrayed me..he gained my trust, he gained Hina’s trust and one day, he said they were going to the market to pick up vegetables for the family dinner we had planned that evening. At the time, we lived in the city, so I had to clean up our apartment and get things ready while they headed out to the countryside.”

He looked down and blinked slowly. “My brother..took Hina to the werewolves...he was one himself, but at the time I had no idea they even existed. They turned her into one..they manipulated and tricked her so she turned on me. She was no longer my bright Hina that loved cherry pie and Pikachu. She became...a monster, something I couldn’t recognize.”

“I tried to hold onto her when my brother brought her to me to boast about what he’d done. He laughed as I cried and felt pain, telling me that the alpha had rewarded him greatly for bringing a woman that he could turn and impregnate. The alpha was growing an army of werewolves in the woods and needed more women. I tried to make her stay, tried to tell her that I’d love her regardless of what she was..but..” Yuta choked up. He had never shown this much emotion to you before.

“You don’t have to continue, Yuta..I’m sorry.”

But he swallowed hard and continued, wiping away his tears and staring at the table. “She called me a fool and left me, she said she never loved me and that she belonged to her alpha. I didn’t fight hard enough.. I didn’t try. They would taunt me some nights. I would have dreams of being with her. Dreams of walking under cherry blossom trees, holding hands as we feed birds and swimming in crystal blues lakes. Sweet dreams that I wanted to live in forever, then they’d turn into nightmares. I’d wake up after feeling like I’ve been scratched or bitten.”

“Then one day she appeared in my apartment with her alpha. She was happy and pregnant, her alpha was always holding her close, kissing her cheek in front of me. And I couldn’t do anything, I was powerless. My brother got what he wanted. He wanted someone else to feel the pain of losing someone they loved, someone they’d cross the Earth for.”

“I still loved her.. I only wanted the best for her..but they started to hunt and kill people in our town as their pack grew. I knew I had to stop them. I trained. I told myself I was doing it so I could stop them, but really..I thought becoming a hunter would give me the chance to get her back..”

Your eyes widened. You wondered what happened next.

“I..killed them..all of them..I saved her for last because she was merciless. She was incredibly strong, and fought me like she didn’t know who I was. At the last moment, she grabbed a child from a nearby village as I chased her through the woods. She was going to eat her so I had to shoot an arrow into her chest.. I tried to save her..but I couldn’t. Ever since then, I’ve tried to save innocent people from those terrible beasts. I’ve made a name for myself as a werewolf hunter and fought the worst of the worst. Jaehyun hates me so much, he got me put on the no-fly list so I can’t leave this place. But I don’t care...I don’t regret anything. The only thing I regret is ever having the nerve to trust someone.”

He paused.

His eyes started to tear up again as he looked on the smiling ballerina.

“She was a dancer..the best..”

“Yuta..” you reached out to hold his hand but he pulled away and stood up.

“Now you know why I’m like this..it’s time for you to leave.”

Your mouth fell open, you didn’t know what to say, but Yuta didn’t want to hear it anyway.

He knew you pitied him, and a part of him was embarrassed to get this personal with someone that he had no future with.

You nodded and got up.

“I’m sorry.” You say and you’re about to open the sliding door but he stops you.

“Y/n..where are you going? It’s raining.” Yuta runs a hand through his hair once he realizes that his tone was unnecessarily harsh towards you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve slept in the rain, Yuta.”

Yuta walks up to you and places a hand on the door to keep you from opening it.

You look up into his eyes and furrow your brows.

He licks his lips and breathed heavily. “Sleep here..in my bed..”

Your eyes widen.

“I mean, not with me in it..” Yuta rolls his eyes. “If you get sick, it’ll only slow down your training and I can’t have that, so sleep in here after you shower.”

Yuta walks away as your mouth falls open.

You never would’ve thought he’d let you sleep in the house let alone his bed.

Maybe he was a nice man.

“W-where will you sleep?” You ask.

“Lucky for you, I’ve got a sweet hammock with my name on it.”

Yuta plops down into the hammock in his living room. You never noticed it, but it did look comfortable.

“Pspspsps..” he calls over Tako who happily jumps into his lap as the hammock swings back and forth gently.

Tako curls into his lap while Yuta’s head falls back. He closes his eyes and rests his hands on the back of his head.

You laugh to yourself quietly and turn the lights off before heading to the bathroom.

—————

You wake upon a plush bed for the first time in months . It feels heavenly so as the daylight pours in through the blinds, you smile to yourself and hug the blanket over you.

But then, everything clicks, you jump up in the bed and realize that it’s not yours. You stand up and quickly fix the pillows and smooth the sheets.

You leave the room and walk around the house quietly, trying not to wake Yuta up.

Yuta, however, is nowhere to be found, you look over to the hammock and see that he’s not in it anymore, nor is he in the kitchen.

Tako is still eating his breakfast from his bowl in the kitchen.

“Your father just fed you, so where is he?”

You open the sliding door to the backyard and hear water splashing. When you walk around the bushes and go deeper into it, you see Yuta is taking a bath in a large stone that was placed in the ground and shaped like a tub. You always bathed in it, but never thought he used it since he always used the shower in his bathroom.

It was hidden in the center of shrubs and flowers, but you peeked through a small opening and looked on him.

This is wrong, isn’t it? Hmmm a peak won’t hurt.

You look onto Yuta radiant skin, created and graced by the gods themselves. His waist slender but his arms were quite brawny.

His skin was littered in scars. He had been through so much in his life as a hunter, and his scars showed that it wasn’t easy. It took a toll on him physically and mentally as well. You understood why he no longer hunted.

Yuta turns to rinse his chest and stomach now and you bite your lips at the site of the water running down him. His abs and pecs are strong and sculpted, his wet hair is slicked back, revealing his dark, long lashes and high cheekbones. He so perfect it almost seems like he’s moving in slow motion. It’s like he’s shooting a commercial for some expensive cologne.

Just when your mind starts to run wild with lustful thoughts, you feel a light scratch on your ankle.

You yelp and look down at the source.

It’s Tako, gazing up at you with those big green eyes. He’s clearly not amused by you watching his father bathe.

But your sound of shock gives your location away. You look back up at Yuta and see that he is still rinsing himself off. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

You hurriedly tip toe away and back into the house.

Yuta smirks to himself and thinks about how cute you are, peeping through bushes to watch him bathe.

———————

[A Week Later]

You continue to improve and become familiar with the crossbow. Yuta tells you all about it and how the arrows must be covered in silver to make any sort of impact.

Your aim becomes better, but you have to be faster.

“If a werewolf is coming at you full speed, you can’t hesitate.” Yuta looks into your eyes. He stands to your side and places his hand over yours on the arrow.

He has to step closer to you so that you can draw the arrow back together. You feel his hot breath on you, you smell his fresh scent and feel the warmth of his body on yours. His hands are rough, but he touches you ever so lightly.

Sweat formulates on your forehead as you breathe heavily.

“And just like that..” his voice comes out in a low whisper.

“Release.”

When you both let the arrow go, it shoots straight through the center of the mannequin’s chest.

Yuta still stands close to you. You turn to look up at him as he stares into your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“That was weak, what were you thinking about?” Yuta is intimidating. It’s like he always knows when you’re not focused.

“Nothing, Yuta. I just..” you stumbled over your words.

“Just what? Thinking about last week when you watched me bathe?”

You blink fast. “I..wasn’t watching you..what are you talking about?”

“I’m a werewolf hunter, you can’t hide from me, y/n.” Yuta smirked.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You walk towards the mannequin to remove the arrow.

Yuta stepped back and chuckled. “Suuuure.”

You rolled your eyes, but silently curse yourself.

There’s a growing tension between you and Yuta and you can’t explain it, but the more familiar the two of you got with each other, the more you wanted from him. Yeah, maybe the two of you were emotionally unstable, but that didn’t stop you from wanting a physical connection with someone. Yuta would touch you more, he’d let you sleep in his bed while he slept on the hammock, and now, he started to cook for you.

He was doing the bare minimum, but it meant so much to you and you couldn’t help but look on him fondly.

Later that evening, you’re taking your usual evening bath. You lay back and enjoy the warm water that soothes your aching body, your arms laid out along the sides. The soft breeze and gentle, dimming sunset makes you feel euphoric. You close your eyes and try to clear your head, unaware of the peeping eyes that now watched you.

Yuta watched the way your head fell back and you neck elongated. Your hair shiny and long lashes darkened by the water.

You looked incredibly beautiful in the sunset, he had to watch you. He had been watching you since you washed your back and revealed the large scars on it. He wondered how you had gotten them since Johnny never seemed to have hurt you.

You hear the bushes shuffle a little bit as Yuta makes noise on purpose to scare you.

Your eyes flicker open and you look to the side that you heard the noise from.

“Hello?” You call out and sit up straight in the large tub.

Yuta steps out from the bushes, he looks into your eyes and doesn’t hide his stare even when you cover your chest with your arms. It looks like he’s just left the shower as he stands in front of you in only a silk robe and his long, wet hair.

“Yuta...” you call out his name in a sweet, but low tone. He steps closer and you relax, removing your arms from your chest and sinking back down.

“What happened to your back?” Yuta’s gaze is hungry and you want him to come closer.

“Tell me about your battle wounds..and I’ll tell you about mine..” you tilt your head to tell him to come inside the tub with you.

Yuta drapes his robe off and steps into the tub. He steps closer to you, your back hitting the edge as you can’t back away any more.

“It’s not so nice being watched, is it?” Yuta smirks.

“Well..I don’t mind it, as long as it’s you.” You whisper but you look at his lips as you speak, ready to feel them on yours.

Yuta leans forward and kisses you, his tongue instantly darting across the plump surface for entrance. You hold onto his back and press his body closer to yours. You kissed with a sense of urgency, like you had both been longing for this moment for some time.

Your heart beat fast as he bit your bottom lip lightly then kisses your jawline. His steamy breath decorates it while his hand runs through your hair.

The warm water feels amazing on your two bodies joined together like intertwined fingers.

Yuta cups your breast, massaging the nipple in between his thumb and index finger while he watched your mouth fall open.

He kisses your mouth once again, kissing it sloppily and with haste as your whines push him along.

Yuta continues to mark the delicate skin of your neck while massaging your scalp.

You take his face into your hands and look into his eyes deeply. You bite your lips.

“Touch me.”

Yuta kisses you again, never letting go this time while you wrap your arms around his neck and let your body float upwards in the water.

Your legs wrap around his waist. You feel Yuta run his hands up and down your thighs before running his fingers along your slit.

You shiver at the light touch on your sensitive skin, but whimper quietly.

He pushes his fingers into you, letting go of your lips once more so he can watch you shudder at the feeling of his fingers inside you.

You reach down and stroke his member as he continued to push his long fingers into you, his thumb drawing circles on your bud while you cry out his name.

He groans as he feels your soft hand pumping him and rubbing along his tip.

He can’t seem to focus now as the feeling begins to take over, he stares at your naked body, your breasts rising up and down in the water as you ride his fingers, the way your mouth stays open as he stretches you out.

You let go of his member and place your legs down. You turn around and push your butt out as you hold onto the edge of the tub.

“Fuck me, Yuta.”

Yuta gently places your hair to the right side of your neck so he can see your beautiful face as he takes you from behind. He places small kisses on the exposed side before holding your waist and pulling you back towards him. Pushing into you slowly while you gasp.

He takes both wrists in his hand and places them above your head before pushing in and out of you, taking his time so he can feel your walls tighten around his veiny member.

His thrusts are slow but hard, hitting your sweet spot once he finally pushes in all the way.He groans when you clench around him, throwing his head back to keep his hair from falling in his face.

The water splashes onto the ground as he moves faster. Your whimpers grow louder and your satiny walls start to clench around him without control, driving him crazy. He kisses your lips while he makes sultry, hot love to you during the sunset. His chest covers your back and you feel safe. The love Yuta makes to you feels sincere, he kisses you like he can’t let go, like he needs your love to breathe.

And when he isn’t kissing you, his touch is gentle. He gazed at you like you’re a precious gift.

His hips snap into you and you cry out his name. He grunts and starts to rub your clit again with his other hand.

You can feel the bruise start to form on your neck as Yuta sucks on it harder.

Yuta kisses your lips then looks into your eyes as he rubs and pushes in faster. “Cum for me, baby.” he leans into your ear and whispers lowly.

You quiver around him as you climax, a loud moan leaving your mouth as you become dizzy and your eyes close tightly.

Yuta climaxes after, still kissing your lips as he comes. His movement slows and you both breathe heavily once your done kissing.

He pulls out and steps away to the opposite side of the tub while you turn around.

Yuta brushes his hair back with his fingers, his face looking stressed as he looks into the water.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“Nothing.” Yuta says sternly, his tone and mood is the complete opposite of what it was just minutes ago.

Did he regret doing this? Was he thinking about Hina?

“Yuta-“ you start but he gets up and walks out of the tub. He swiftly throws his robe on and heads back to the house.

When you dry yourself and head in, you see that he’s already fallen asleep on his hammock.

—————

[Later That Night]

You’re sleeping when you hear an airy voice call your name. You shift on your side and ignore it, thinking it was something from your dream.

But then, you hear it calling you again. You open your eyes lazily and look around for Yuta.

You squint and see that no one is there in the darkness. So you lean over to the bedside lamp and turn it on.

When you look back at the end of the bed, you’re startled to see Jaehyun..

“Jaehyun?” You whisper his name then jump on the bed and crawl towards him.

“What happened?”

Your eyes widen when you see that Jaehyun’s chest has been ripped open. The bones of his ribcage stick out into the air. He is covered in blood and his face is covered in scars. His chest is hollow and when you look closer, you see that it’s empty, no heart rests in the cavity.

Your eyes start to tear up. “J-Jaehyun..”

Jaehyun looked away from your eyes. He exhales then sits on the foot of your bed. You rush to sit beside him and look at him questioningly.

“He won, y/n. I tried..but..I wasn’t strong enough.” His voice was somber, his eyes low as he stared at the floor. This was unlike him, he was quiet, sad, defeated.

You reach out to hold his hand, but your hand falls onto the bed and that’s when you realize what else is different with Jaehyun. He doesn’t have a glow about him because you’re dreaming, no, he glows because he’s a ghost.

Jaehyun looks at you while your mouth falls open.

“He..he did this to you?”

“Yes..and he’ll do the same to you. You have to stay away from him. When you ran away, father died shortly after. Johnny lost it. He started killing anyone that would challenge or disagree with him..”

Jaehyun looks to the floor again.

“I couldn’t stop him..I don’t think anyone can. Don’t go back, y/n, you can’t go back.”

You swallowed hard. “I have to stop him. I have to-“

“You don’t understand! He’s powerful, by killing me he’s attained my abilities. He’s still trying to harness them, but in no time he’ll be unstoppable once he controls them. He told me that he will find you and kill you since he can’t have you, y/n. He’s furious that you ran away.”

Jaehyun’s voice got louder. He furrowed his brows and looked at you with anger.

You drew in a sharp breath. “So it was him..”

You thought about the afternoon when you were in the kitchen and heard his voice. Johnny was using telepathy he attained from Jaehyun and was trying to find you.

“He spoke to me the other day, Jaehyun. What if he already knows where I am.”

“He is still in the learning phase. It takes much energy to find someone that is thousands of miles away. He won’t be able to find you for now, for sight and touch are the most difficult senses to develop when trying to contact people telepathically.” Jaehyun’s face relaxes.

“I’m going to kill him, Jaehyun..” tears run down your cheeks as you look at the final state of Jaehyun before his death. You could tell he put up a fight.

Jaehyun closes his eyes and sighs. “I had a feeling you’d say that...it seems I can’t stop you either.”

“I can’t run away forever, he’ll think I’m afraid and he doesn’t deserve that satisfaction.” You shake your head.

“If you do decide to fight him, you have to do it soon. He’ll kill more people to get stronger. He’ll destroy towns until he gets to you. He has broken the laws of nature because he knows no one can stop him. There is an imbalance that can only be corrected if he is stopped.”

Jaehyun looks around and down at his hands as he starts to fade.

Your eyes widen. “W-what’s happening? Don’t leave me, please.” You beg but Jaehyun only smiles.

“I don’t have much time, I transferred all of my funds to the credit card I gave you. I had a feeling that everything would go to shit fast, so I forged a marriage license between us. Everything from my life insurance policy will go to that card, because I listed you as the beneficiary. I told my some guys I know not to look for you, but to make sure everything runs smoothly in case I’m gone..”

“W-Wait, Wait..we’re married? How-“

Your brows furrow.

“I have connections, baby.” He gives a wink, but his tone turns more serious when he glances down to your lips.

“We could’ve been great, you and me...” Jaehyun says softly. “I’m sorry I was greedy, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him in time. This is the least I can do to help you.”

“Jaehyun..” you tried to touch him again, but felt nothing but cool air at your finger tips.

“Live as I would live, y/n. Take care of yourself. I hope you can forgive me.” Jaehyun leans forward and kisses your forehead. You barely feel it as he starts to disappear completely.

You burst into tears. “No..no, don’t leave.”

But Jaehyun is no longer there. It’s just you now on the bed, you hold your face in your hands and sob quietly.

—————

[A Week Later]

Doyoung is gathering medicine from trees in the woods behind his house, he places them into his basket and heads back to his house.

Once he enters it, he notices that something isn’t right. The air is different, the smell is putrid. Something smells of death.

When he looks down, he sees that the trail of wolf’s bane he placed on the floor has been disturbed, it’s no longer straight and has been broken in the middle.

Doyoung’s eyes grow, he looks around and listens closely.

“You dare to enter the house of a witch without permission?”

Doyoung sees Johnny with his all-Seeing eye, he’s looking around his bedroom while Doyoung stands still at the doorway waiting for him to appear.

Johnny turns the corner and walks slowly towards Doyoung.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, Doyoung.” Johnny’s voice comes out gravelly.

Doyoung looks sternly at Johnny, he already knows why he is there. He knows that Johnny has gone on a killing spree since you ran away. He’s dangerous and from the look on his grim face, his red eyes and messy hair, he can tell that he hasn’t slept for days. Doyoung can also smell the blood on his hands, he can hear the screams of both innocent people and other werewolves, he can see the fear in their eyes as Johnny took their lives away.

It’s too much for Doyoung, it makes him sick. He knows Johnny has broken the laws of nature and deserves to die for it, but he didn’t want to challenge him alone. He would need multiple witches to take him down with him and they were nowhere to be found.

“You must leave.” Doyoung turns to his kitchen and starts to take his herbs from his basket.

Meanwhile, Johnny tried to read Doyoung’s mind, he tries to access his thoughts and previous conversations in an effort to find out where you are.

But Doyoung has protected his mind with a spell, no one can read it.

Johnny curses to himself and feels the fury in his chest start to build. The desire to kill grows strong. He’s so angry he can’t control it, every time he thinks he gets closer to finding you, he gets blocked and ends up with nothing. But not this time, he would see to it that he’d get information.

He looks around Doyoung’s place, sniffing so that he can pick up your scent. If you did get rid of his baby, Doyoung was the closest witch to town. Jaehyun would’ve surely taken you here.

“Where is she, Doyoung?” Johnny walks around calmly, and right then, he picks up a subtle scent of your hair from the corner of the center room.

He walks over to it. And closes his eyes, tapping into his telepathic ability to hear and see what exactly happened in that corner.

But he has no luck. He only smells you, so he knows for sure that you were there.

“I don’t know who ‘she’ is, I’ve been alone for quite some time now.” Doyoung responds, still tending to his herbs.

“You’re lying to me and I don’t like being lied to..” Johnny chuckles. “I can smell her.”

Doyoung sighs. “You’re a fool, even if I did know where she is, I have no obligation to answer to you. You’re pathetic and a coward, killing everyone to find her. She ran away from you for a reason, Johnny. Just let her go.”

Johnny’s expression grows serious. “Tell me where she is, and you won’t get hurt like the others.”

Doyoung scoffs and turns to him. He places his herbs down then walks over to Johnny.

He swings his hand and the front door to his house flies open.

“Are you threatening me? Do I need to remind you of what will happen if you kill a witch? There’s the door, get out.”

And Doyoung was right. Johnny was breaking many rules, but the one rule he couldn’t break was to kill a witch. Centuries ago, supernatural creatures made an agreement that they would all be bound to. And in that agreement, a law states that a werewolf’s supernatural abilities would only remain in tact if they agreed to never kill a witch. Furthermore, they would be instantly beheaded by the High Priestess, the oldest witch on Earth.

Johnny knew he couldn’t break this rule, but he also knew that he wanted to send a message to all supernatural creatures.

“Who said anything about killing you?” Johnny gives a devilish smile, his eyes grow into a stronger, deeper shade of red. Doyoung’s brows furrowed and he backs away.

Johnny uses his elongating claws and grabs Doyoung’s neck. He raises him until Doyoung’s feet dangle two feet above the floor.

Doyoung tightens his hand around Johnny’s wrist as he struggles to breathe.

With his other hand, Doyoung motions for a wooden chair to fly into Johnny’s back, but Johnny uses telekinesis to stop it from colliding into him, causing it to shatter into one hundred pieces.

His hand tightens around Doyoung’s throat as his face turns red.

The Johnny you knew wouldn’t have done this, but that Johnny was gone. He was now a tiny voice in the back of the head of a monster.

“Since you won’t tell me, I’ll make sure you never speak to anyone else again.” Johnny smirks, his eyes grow and he uses his other hand to force Doyoung’s mouth open.

Doyoung screams when Johnny pierces the center of his tongue with his big, sharp nail.

He then uses it as a hook and tugs it, ripping Doyoung’s tongue out of his wide open mouth.

Blood gushes out from Doyoung’s mouth, he starts to choke on it. He’s in so much pain, he doesn’t know what to do. If he should attack Johnny or think of a spell to reattach it.

His tongue flies onto the floor as Johnny drops his body. Doyoung cries, holding his bleeding mouth with one hand. He reaches out to his tongue with the other hand and attempts to pull it towards him, but Johnny picks it up and tosses it into his mouth, his fangs tearing through the tough and thick organ before swallowing it.

Johnny laughs loudly and licks his lips.

Doyoung tries to cry out “No,” but he can’t, he can no longer make any sound.

In a fit of rage, Doyoung motions to a glass of hogweed sitting on his counter.

He tries to throw it at Johnny, in an effort to blind him, but Johnny quickly reverses Doyoung’s telekinetic action, forcing it back to Doyoung. The glass shatters and the powdered hogweed enters Doyoung’s eyes.

Doyoung now rubs his eyes as the sharp, stabbing pain rubs throughout his entire body.

He flops on the floor, unable to think of what to do to ease the pain. Johnny looks down on him and tilts his head.

“You can’t see, cant talk..what good are you now as a witch?” Johnny chuckles and steps over him before heading out the door.

—————

[The Next Day]

Johnny uses his acquired senses from killing Jaehyun to reach out to you in your dreams.

He thinks that he is able to finally harness the ability. He wants to see your surroundings, but even more, he wants to see you, touch you, feel you again.

He sits up in the center or his dark room and crosses his legs. He is surrounded by the old silk robe you left, a hair tie you used to use, and your silver ring that he had to pick up with tongs. Having your things around him would allow him to bring about your image in his mind.

His eyes close, his eyes roll in the back of his head and he breathes slowly, he drifts into his dark mind, gradually forgetting about everything else and only focusing on his memory of you.

After a few minutes, he finds you.

He sees that you’re sleeping in a bed, but he can’t figure out exactly where you are.

Your room is pretty plain, you cover yourself tightly with white sheets.

He looks down on you as you sleep quietly. He makes note that it’s nighttime where you are but daytime where he is, you’re no longer in the same country as him.

He looks out of the window in your room, and sees a few bushes but nothing that stands out.

So he turns back to you, adoring the way you’re curled up and you’re lips are pouted. He hasn’t seen you in so long, his human heart jumps in happiness for the first time in weeks.

He felt a tinge of hope when he had called out to you a few weeks ago and you said his name. He knew he was getting close. But now, he needed to know if he could finally touch you.

He gently rubs his finger across your face, his breath hitching in his throat and eyes widening when he feels the soft, cool skin of your cheek.

He starts to smile and sits down on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to wake up.

“Oh, my love, where are you?”

He says lowly.

Your eyes open slowly, you rub them with your small fists and squint.

“Hello? Who’s there?” You ask, but as your eyes focus, you see a pair of glowing red eyes and jump up in your bed.

You turn on the light and start to pant.

“J-Johnny? How did you-“

You’re shocked to see Johnny, he’s stronger and still handsome but his eyes are darker, they’re no longer doe eyes of kindness, they’re eyes of horror. He’s nothing like how he was when you were together.

He smiles as he looks at you and takes in your features.

You look around nervously when you realize that he might know where you are, but then you remember that he doesn’t know you’re with Yuta because Yuta sleeps on the hammock in the next room. If he’s contacting you telepathically, then he can only see your room.

You sit up straight and calm yourself.

“I know why you’re here, Johnny, I know your plan, I know that you lied to me!”

“I’m sorry..y/n..” he reaches out and places his large hand on yours.

“You were gonna kill me! You got me pregnant just so you could be the alpha! You told me..you loved me.” You couldn’t help but cry as you watched the monster in front of you, what did he do with man you once loved?

Johnny wipes away your tears, his face full of regret and sadness once he sees you cry.

His human side had taken over now, it always did when he thought about you, you made him weak, you calmed him down, made him remember he had a heart. It made him...human.

“Shhh don’t cry..I was going to save you, y/n.” The werewolf within him chuckles as he hears himself lie.

You know you couldn’t save her.

“Come back to me please..I miss you.” Johnny swallows hard and scoots closer to you.

You know that Johnny is trying to lure you in, but with each touch you remember all the moments you had together. The summer days you spent laughing and talking, the winter nights you spent cuddled up and watching horror movies. The days at the conservatory when you would walk around and listen to him talk about the beautiful shrubs and flowers in it. You would watch him speak with such passion because he clearly loved his job.

You remembered waking up to him cooking breakfast for you, the wonderful omelettes he made. You heard the sounds of the fair you guys went to and his glorious laugh, you saw his smile and felt his lips on yours, it all felt so real, like you were experiencing everything all over again. Johnny was manipulating your emotions, making you see these memories so it could break you.

And it seemed to work.

Johnny holds your face in his hand, he looks into your large eyes and leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to fall weak into his arms like putty. It feels like the first time you kissed, slow and magical, his tongue playfully dancing with yours.

Everything feels so real, his soft lips on yours, his gentle touch.

He lays down beside you while your lips are still attached to his.

You caress his arms as he leans over you and fixes himself between your legs.

He draws the strap of your nightgown down and kisses along your collar bone.

You moan when you feel his broad chest on yours. His fingers prance along the skin of your inner thigh, moving dangerously close to the apex.

He lowers his lips to your chest, bringing the trim of the gown down to reveal your perky nipples. He licks around them while you whimper. You can feel your legs start to waver, you can feel his growing member push against the fabric of your panties.

You push your body upwards and grind against him to increase the friction. Your head falls back and Johnny moans as he continues to rub his covered member along your growing heat.

He sucks hard on your collar bone to decorate it with a bruise. His mind becomes giddy, he smells your beautiful womanhood, he can’t taste your sweet skin, your lovely mewls enter his ears and he silently goes crazy. He finally gets to feel you again. He finally has you under him and in his hands.

You lock eyes for a moment when he pulls away and looks down at you. You cherish his beautiful face, his hair wavy and dangling in front of his forehead. His eyes were softer now, you no longer saw red and he smelled like flowers, the ones he always brought home from his conservatory for you.

He licks his swollen lips then goes back to kissing you. Your kisses become hastier, he pushes into you harder, making sure to feel your covered slit.

“More..more please..” you’re tired of his teasing.

“I can give you more...just tell me where you are..and I’ll be right there..” Johnny sucks your nipple again and listens to you moan.

And you’re so needy and hot that you almost fall for it, you throw your head back once you feel his fingers push into your panties, and trace up and down your needy bud.

“I-“ you start but stop when you hear Jaehyun’s voice echo in the back of your mind.

Or was it more than that?

You quickly glance over to the side while Johnny still kisses your neck and see the ghost of Jaehyun actually in your room again.

You see his bloody chest and it all comes back to you.

“He’s lying. He wants to kill you, y/n. Don’t forget why you’re here.” Jaehyun looks on you sternly.

Your eyes become teary, but Johnny places his lips onto yours again. Your eyes flutter shut and when you open them once again, Jaehyun is gone.

You stop kissing Johnny and holds his face away from yours. He furrows his brows and looks at your lips while breathing heavily.

“I don’t..love you anymore, Johnny.”

Johnny blinks slowly and lifts himself off of you. His eyes become watery as your words echo in his head. He lost you.

You fix your gown and look up at him before swallowing hard.

“I’d like you to leave.”

Johnny’s eyes once filled with regret and yearning are now full of fire. They return to the glowing red color you had seen before.

“You can’t run away from me forever.” He says huskily and holds up his claw with scary, elongated nails. He’s about to gash into your chest, but you stop him.

“I know..I’ll be seeing you soon, Johnny.” You say before grabbing a small knife under your pillow and slicing Johnny’s throat, his apparition disappearing right before your eyes.

Johnny is abruptly transported back to his dull room, he holds his throat and takes in a sharp breath, shocked by how real the attack felt.

You lay back down in your bed and gaze at the ceiling. Johnny almost had you, he almost made you his again. You were weak and you shouldn’t have been.

You had to remember who he really was, what he had done to you.Your mind runs wild with thoughts, you know you can’t go back to sleep, so you decide to practice shooting with your crossbow until the sun rises and another day begins.

—————

[A Month Later]

“Do you think you’re ready?” Yuta asks while wrapping your arms with tape.

“Do you think I am?” You wait for him to look up at you. Ever since you made love, Yuta was hesitant to look into your eyes. He felt something he couldn’t explain.

He does look up at you as he tightens the tape. “I’m worried for you.”

He finally lets out and it’s true, he doesn’t want to get closer to you because he’s not sure if you’ll make it out alive. And he can’t help you because he is forbidden from being involved in supernatural affairs. Not to mention the fact that he’s also on the no-fly list.

He can’t lose another person he cares for.

You purse your lips and look away. “Don’t be. I’m ready.”

You want to get it over with so you can finally be free of Johnny. You want to live your life. What he did to you was unforgivable and he had to pay for it.

You’ve been training for a while and can finally keep up with Yuta’s attacks.

Yuta walks away from you and holds his head low.

“Yuta..will you come with me? We can find someone that can make you a passport, change your identity..”

Yuta shakes his head. “No, I haven’t been involved in werewolf issues for some time, I don’t plan on getting involved now..not even for you.” His tone was cold.

You huff and walk towards the sack of sand you used to practice kick boxing with.

“This so your battle. I will only complicate things” Yuta continues but you stop him.

“That’s not true, Yuta. You’re just scared to lose me. You’re scared that you’ll be the one to blame if I don’t survive.”

Yuta turns to you, his mouth falling open but no words come out, he doesn’t respond.

“I’m not Hina and I’m not your brother, I’ll kill this bastard with or without you.” You can feel the anger in your tone.

“Y/n..I’m sorry.” Yuta says quietly but you’ve already left to gather your things.

Yuta is unsure of how he feels about you, you have a place in his heart and as you spent more time together, that’s peace grew bigger. He’d watch you and fall in love with everything you did, from the way you played with Tako to the way you mixed drinks, the way you washed your hair to your determination. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t think of Hina.

He only thought of you. And the truth was that that one evening he spent making love to you stayed in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. So he decided to distance himself, in fear of the inevitable pain he would experience when you were gone like everyone else.

He knew he was a coward for not saying goodbye to you.

————

[The Next Day]

You’ve arrived back in your hometown alone. You’re nervous and scared, but you know that you must face Johnny, even if you’re on your own.

The town is dark and sad, the streets are empty, the bar you once worked at was permanently closed. Your old apartment was abandoned.

The city had been turned upside down since you left and it was all because of him.

He had killed so many people that residents got scared and fled. The police couldn’t explain or help, and officials in higher levels refused to get involved because even though they knew the source of the madness, they knew better than to challenge it. So instead, they let a small town suffer and ignored the issue.

It’s a cold night, the moon shines brightly above you. At first, you thought it was naive to challenge a werewolf at the time when he’d be strongest, but Yuta taught you that this would be the best time, for his werewolf heart would be more exposed, switching places with his human heart, and thus, making the werewolf side more vulnerable.

Johnny knows you’re in town, he can feel a shift in the air. He knows you’ve come to fight him. All this time he was trying to find you, only to realize that you would come to him and fall right in his trap.

You push the doors to the conservatory open and walk inside it. You can see that the flowers and shrubs have wilted. It’s not like it was before, it was dark and sad, the waterfall in the center no longer poured out crystal water. Everything seemed to be dead or in the process of dying. Everything except the brilliantly green water lilies that looked magical as they floated on the surface of the pond.

The vines drooped down from the glass ceiling and fell into your face as you walked through it.

The once colorful and happy flowers hung low as if to represent the own feeling of defeat and grimness in your heart.

You hold your crossbow by your side, ready to use it at the slightest sound.

“Welcome home, my sweet strawberry shortcake.” Johnny’s voice echoed out, bouncing off of the high ceilings.

You looked around, but couldn’t find him.

“Enough with the games, Johnny.”

You looked to the side carefully, he sounded close but you couldn’t tell which direction he was coming from.

“But I like playing with you..” Johnny says lowly, you can almost hear his pout, but his voice tells you that he’s getting closer.

You listen closely and hear movement above you. You quickly aim your crossbow above you and shoot an arrow towards him. He hangs from the ceiling upside down and lets out a loud road as he dodges the arrow.

He’s fast and disappears from your sight when he drops down to the ground behind a group of ferns.

You quickly reload and hold your crossbow up again. Turning slowly until you get a glimpse of him.

Johnny is caught off guard by your swiftness. The human in him calls out to the werewolf in an attempt to stop himself. He just wants to hold you and love you again. He doesn’t want to fight, but the other part knows that he has to. He knows that there is no hope for the two of you. But you’re making him weak nonetheless. Unlike his other opponents, he still has feelings for you. A part of him doesn’t want to kill you.

While Johnny is in his thoughts, he doesn’t realize that you’ve spotted him.

You quickly pull back the arrow and release it, this time, landing a successful shot into his abdomen.

His wolf form is huge and unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, but you try not to be frightened by it. You thought of the very first night you dealt with one of these creatures and reminded yourself that you’re not that scared girl anymore.

You loaded another arrow while Johnny lets out another howl.

Johnny runs around the ferns with his super speed, knocking the crossbow from your hands. But before he does, you’re able to pull back and release another arrow into his shoulder. The contact of the silver and his skin causes a sizzling sound to emit.

Johnny towers over you and swings his claw into your side, scratching you so hard, you’re thrown to the floor twenty feet away.

You’re hoping the two shots make him weaker so you can attack his heart and finish him.

You wince in pain and hold your side as blood gushes out of it.

You start to stand up slowly, but Johnny grabs you by the throat and holds you up high.

“Let’s not fight. Make this easy for me, baby.” he growls.

You grunt and grab your katana that’s attached to your back, swiping it through his chest. Your sword cut deep, causing him to curse and toss you to the side as he bent over. Your sword was also coated in a special silver so the cut was unlike anything else. It burnt through the hairy flesh all the way to his lungs and other organs.

He coughed up blood and held himself up off the ground with one claw.

You yell and run towards him while he’s down and swing your sword again, but miss. He disappeared before your eyes and ends up behind you. He claws at your back over and over with ridiculous speed while you cry out in pain.

You fall onto your back and cry out in pain. He moves to kneel over you, but your cries distract him for a second. His facial expression changes to worry when his human side sees that you are hurt badly.

You look into his eyes and plead. “Please Johnny, don’t do this. I love you.”

You’re not lying when you say this, a part of you still does love him, but you only say it out loud to make him weaker.

He leans forward and his red eyes dissipate for a moment. Right then, you grab your katana and aim it at his chest. You put pressure on it so that it starts to pierce his skin but he quickly shifts back into full werewolf mode and grabs it with both hands.

You fight hard against his grip and push it in further while he starts to cough up more blood.

Before it can go in all the way, he grips the sword tightly, ignoring the sounds of his burning flesh on the blade and forces it out of your hands before tossing it to the side.

He picks you up angrily and bites into your shoulder. You cry out a blood-hurdling scream as the feeling of his sharp teeth breaks your skin, tears through muscles and shatters your bones. You can hear the cracking and feel your nervous system become overwhelmed with antagonizing pain. He tosses you to the center of the conservatory, then walks over to you while shifting back into human form.

“I didn’t want this..I didn’t want to turn you..”

He says softly.

“But you left me no choice...”

Your back rests against the same bench that you slept on the first night you entered this place. You breathe heavily and wince in pain, grasping onto as a much air as possible as you feel yourself start to fade.

You shakily take your gun out of your harness and hold it behind you while Johnny is distracted.

He’s too caught up in his own emotions and thinking he’s finally become victorious to read your mind and realize that you have yet another weapon that you plan to wield against him.

He kneels down to you and wipes your tears from your cheeks with his thumb. You’ve got him right where you want him.

“I can’t live without you..” he looks into your eyes, his own brimming with water.

You chuckle and he watches as blood stains your beautiful lips.

“Then die.” you let out.

Johnny’s brows furrowed and looks at you in confusion. He reads your mind a moment too late. You’ve already drawn out your gun and shot two silver bullets into his heart.

Johnny falls to the floor on his knees and winces in pain. He’s still confused as he looks back up at you. His mouth opens once he stands up and backs away from you. He feels his body start to shut down. On impulse, he tries to heal himself, but it seems as though the bullets have pierced through both hearts.

He can’t seem to heal fast enough, his vision becoming blurry. He coughs up blood and can’t back away anymore, his ankles being met with with short wall of the waterfall in the center of his beloved conservatory.

He trips and falls into the pond filled with water lilies. His body becoming limp as he can no longer feel or control his arms or legs.

You struggle to stand up on your feet, but eventually, you slowly stumble over to the pond and see his eyes are closed and his chest is no longer moving.

It’s over, it’s really over. You start to cry when you realize that he’s gone, feeling a mixture of both relief, pain and sadness wash over you.

You sit on the edge of the pond beside his body and look up at the sky. You cry out loud and uncontrollably, you can feel your body start to change, a vibrating sensation runs through it at the sight of the bright moon. But you’ve lost so much blood, your vision becomes blurry and you pass out.

You don’t feel the gentle fingers that cover your own as your body slouches over. Johnny uses the last of his energy to heal you just enough so you survive. He holds your hand tightly, giving you all that he has left as he cries quietly, waiting for death to finally consume him.

—————

[6 Hours Later]

Someone picks you up and takes you out of the conservatory. You can hear the person’s heartbeat and breathing, it’s strange. Your senses are heightened and you can feel the presence of another person beside the one carrying you.

The person places you onto a soft bed.

Your heavy eyes struggle to open, but when they do, you’re shocked to see that it was Yuta carrying you.

“Y-Yuta?” You ask quietly. As the sensation of sleeping dissipates from your body, you start to feel all the pain and memories of what happened flood your mind.

Yuta looks at you and sighs. “I’m sorry.”

He gets up and leaves the room before you can ask why he’s apologizing.

Doyoung then enters and you’re frightened.

Doyoung has a scarf around his eyes, but walks straight towards you with a bowl of liquid.

“Doyoung..what..what happened?” You start to sit up straight and wince at the radiating pain in your shoulder.

“He can’t talk..” Yuta comes back in.

You look up at him then back to Doyoung.

“Johnny ripped out his tongue when he wouldn’t tell him where you are.”

Yuta sits beside you on the bed and take a cloth out of the bowl of liquid.

Johnny.

You hiss in pain as he tends to your wounds.

“He’s dead right? Please tell me he’s dead.”

Yuta nodded. “Yes, it seems as though you did what you set out to do, you got a clean shot. Or perhaps you just got lucky.” He gives you a small smile and a wink.

You swallow hard and look to the ceiling.

“Why did you come?”

“I felt bad. I figured you’d need my help..and..” Yuta stumbles over his words.

“I was a dick to you back there..”

You smiled, but it quickly faded as you remembered your reality. You knew that you were a werewolf now. Even if Yuta did like you, there was no way you could be together.

You held his hand and stopped his movement.

“You have to kill me, Yuta. I can’t live like this..I can’t become him or..” you stopped before you said her name, but he finished it.

“Hina...” Yuta looks into your eyes somberly.

You nod as you cry.

“I know, but you won’t..not with me around..I’ll take care of you.” Yuta continues to cleanse your wounds.

“Why? I’m not your responsibility, you’ve helped me get this far, you don’t have to-“ you plead. You’re worried that you will bring him pain like the others did, you can’t bare to see his heart break when you become the monster he hates.

“I know..” he says strongly and puts the cloth back in the bowl. “I know..y/n..” he brushes your hair back with your hand.

“But we’re in this together, you’ve made my life exciting and worth living again. I won’t run away like a coward this time, I’ll fight for you.”

Your heart is warm, you start to smile and finally feel at peace. You were scared to see what would become of you now that you were a werewolf, but you were glad to see that you didn’t have to endure the pain alone.

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[The Next Day]

Johnny’s omega, Donghyuk goes to the Johnny’s house to look for Johnny. He discovers that the place has been destroyed. Broken glass is everywhere.

When he calls on police to tell them that someone has broken into Johnny’s house and that he can’t make contact with him, so they arrive and check out the house.

They see that all of Johnny’s belongings are still in the house so it couldn’t have been a robbery. So they head over to the conservatory to see if there are any clues there.

When they enter it, they see that the pond in the center is full of blood. And upon closer examination, they see that despite it being filled with crimson liquid, there is no body.

Johnny is nowhere to be found.

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A/N: YOU GUYSSS THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!! i hope you liked the ending...mayhaps there will be a book 2??????

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NCT 127 Returning to you from the war

➛ Note: Inspired by American war movies, so I had the times of World War II in mind while writing this. This is in no way meant to romanticize war. I wanted to focus on the reunion part - something that I do consider romantic. Some are lighter, some are more serious. All according to my imagination.

TAEIL

The waiting was the worst. Surrounded by a large crowd of people similar to you - impatiently expecting the train to appear - you felt small and useless. The vehicle’s interior possessed something of the utmost value to you, a part of your heart, and so with each passing minute the half that remained kept beating quicker as if it could feel the other coming closer. Your chest was about to get torn apart by the strength of gravity pulling you to your celestial body, Moon Taeil. Somewhere someone yelled, somewhere else another person sobbed and you couldn’t decide whose behavior fitted your feelings better.

As soon as the train stopped on the station, people started pillowing each other, everyone trying to climb the living pile of human beings. Your own best bet was a metal fence just asking to be climbed. Hands glued to the railing, you watched over heads of different shapes and sizes. The sobs and screams raised in volume. Men dressed in green rolled out of the train’s exit. They were too far away for you to make out their features. Somewhere in the back of your head a voice was telling you that it’d be impossible to miss Taeil, and yet, the minutes passed and no man reminded you of him. People screamed, either from happiness or relief. Some more impatient spectators tried pushing through the crowd. The living wall turned out to be too thick.

“Bobby!” an elderly woman screamed from somewhere to your right. Startled, your eyes darted in the direction to find reunited mother and son.

Someone laughed warmly next to you. A strange, but familiar voice. In a state of shock, you looked back, to where Taeil stood to your left. He was smiling widely. His cheeks were hollow. One of them had a razor cut on it. His right hand landed on your back. He seemed awkward, unsure how to react to your frozen state. A thumb rubbed your back.

“Taeil!” Perhaps an eternity passed before you realized.

You jumped off the railing and straight into his unprepared embrace. Taeil had to take a step back under your weight, but your tight hug made sure to keep him in place. You were both much weaker versions of yourselves, compared to how you were two years before. But with adrenaline pumping your blood, your arms gained something of a superhuman strength.

“So you were waiting for me after all?” He teased, but his strengthening arms told you just how relieved he was to see you. And you understood. Joking was his way of dealing with tension.

“How did you find me? I was searching for you in the crowd and couldn’t spot you.” Neither of you weakened the grip.

“You were sitting on a railing. Of course I noticed you.” His voice came out muffled, as he hid face in the side of your neck.

Someone elbowed you while pushing through the crowd, and you cringed in Taeil’s hold. His head quickly left the hiding place, as if to tell the stranger off. You saw a rare grimace of detestation decorating usually gentle features. But he didn’t snap at the woman who paid you no mind. Instead, he pulled you to the exit, arms still circled around your features.

“Let’s get out of here, hm? I’m never looking at a train again.”

“Even when we go on holidays?” Taeil looked at your face, the remnants of grimace now nowhere to be seen.

“Ask me again in a week.” Although people were screaming and weeping in the background, you heard his laughter loud and clear.

JOHNNY

Someone called for you. Busy cleaning your shelves, you welcomed the new distraction with a sigh. The past few weeks you’ve been doing nothing, but keeping yourself busy. Anything would do, as long as it kept your head away from the contents of the letter. The last one Johnny has sent you, two months before. You’ve written him back twice, and neither of the messages were answered.

Conclusion seemed obvious, though you’ve never received the bad news. You were kept in the dark, and you’ve welcomed it with last bits of hope that he’d return soon.

With one last glance at the room, you walked downstairs.

“There’s a package for you at the doorstep.”

“And you couldn’t just pick it up?” Your sibling smiled a little, though they quickly bit their lips to hide it. “What are you being so weird about?”

Opening the door, you expected a postman in his dark blue uniform. Not someone dressed in dark green and reminding you of a familiar face. A tall silhouette with wide shoulders and a flirty smile. It quickly dropped the teasing facade to spread into a wide sign of genuine happiness.

“Get it? I’m the package!” You didn’t, but stunned into silence, you could barely understand what was happening.

Johnny brought you to his chest, cheek to cheek, as he hummed happily to himself. As if he had a melody on mind, trying to lull you into sleep. You’d eventually wake up and realize that he was just a dream, because though you hoped, you were sure he was dead.

“You always laugh at my jokes, what’s with you today?”

“Pinch me.”

“What?” Johnny looked at you as if you had lost your mind. But who knew, maybe you did.

“Pinch me.”

“Babe- This is pretty public-”

“On my face.”

“Ah, alright I guess.” Two of his fingers pressed at your skin, signaling your brain through the nerves that indeed, you were awake, and Johnny was very much alive. Even more! Standing in front of you!

“Why would you scare me like that?”

“You asked me to pinch you-”

“No, I meant the letters! You didn’t answer!”

“You see, it was the element of surprise.”

“You and your surprises!” You mumbled against his skin, now returning the embrace with newfound strength. “I thought you were dead.”

Johnny calmed under your tight grip, mumbling sorry’s back to you. It was as if you were writing new letters, now on each other’s skin with whispers and few happy tears. Your hands crawled around his silhouette, forming a picture before you could take a good look at him. To be honest, the picture didn’t matter, just the fact of him being with you.

TAEYONG

It took you a few weeks, but eventually you got used to the woman’s chatter. She’d tell you about her war theories, what her youngest did when she wasn’t around, what her husband liked to eat for dinner. She needed to talk, and you just nodded every now and then, asked a question when something she said was actually interesting. The polite atmosphere had to be upheld - you were working right next to one another. There was no place for feuds.

“I’ve heard some of the boys are already returning.” The woman told you. She was standing behind as you fixed the threads.

“Sounds too good to be true.” Had the machine turned on a second earlier, you’d have had one finger less. “Shit.”

“Have you got someone returning? I hope they let my oldest out.” She made no comment regarding the almost-an-accident. After all, it was just another day at the factory - things happened. Someone in a row in front of yours has even lost a leg. But that was just an unpleasant memory at this point.

“Yeah, I do have someone.”

She kept insisting on sharing that part of your life with her, but you didn’t know what else to tell her. It’s been months since your last letter from Taeyong. At that point, you were trying to get used to the thought that the news could have been bad. But they’d have told you, wouldn’t they? The possibilities were hard to gulp down, and so you returned to work.

Not long after, a wave of talking disturbed the production hall. You dropped the shears and looked around, trying to catch whatever made everyone so talkative all of sudden. Down the corridor, made in between stations, you caught a glimpse of green, so uncharacteristic for the browns and grays that workers wore. The green moved down, closer to your row. It had a spring to its step, an enthusiasm of a child.

You abandoned the material in another hand, now curious who had the courage to pass the factory’s gates. Silence took over the hall, and echoing steps joined a duet with the machines. It was coming closer and closer, until from behind the ragged material, a face appeared. Big eyes placed on thin features. An excitement written all over bitten lips.

“Taeyong?” Hardly believing it to be him, you didn’t call aloud. The woman you worked next to walked to your side.

“He’s yours?” You didn’t answer, eyes stuck on him only. It was as if you tried to find a reason not to believe in his existence. A flaw that would tell you it was all just a hallucination. It made no sense for him to be there - neither the place, nor the timing was right.

When he met your gaze, it was as if someone turned the lights on. Everything became clear. His cheeks spread under the weight of a smile. The spring turned into a run, and soon enough, your limp body was locked by a key to it all - Taeyong.

“You’re back.” You stated the obvious. Taeyong pulled away to look at your bewildered face. A shadow of doubt clouded his forehead, as if your disapproval was a possibility. “Oh fuck, you’re back.”

He didn’t answer, there was no time for him to do so. As soon as you swore, you pulled him back to you. The hollowness he left filled once again. This time, hopefully, for good.

YUTA

“Have you seen him?” A friend asked you. Reading through a wrinkled newspaper, you almost didn’t catch their words. But the question’s sense was enough to bring your heartbeat to speed up.

“Seen who?”

“Oh, come on!” They grabbed the paper straight out of your hands to hide it behind their back. “You know I’m talking about Yuta. Everybody knows about the two of you!”

That’s a story from two years before, when the man mentioned was just a neighborhood’s troublemaker and no soldier. And it’s not like there was any depth to you and Yuta. He has clearly shown it by the lack of communication you’ve suffered. Yes, there was never a label put on the you two, so distancing yourself from the mess would’ve been a logical thing to do. But somehow, as the time passed, you felt longing. You missed his teasing, dirty jokes, flirty smile, and just the sight of that beautiful face of his.

“And what exactly do they know about the two of us?” The friend opened their mouth. “There’s nothing to know, because we’re nothing.”

“So, like you didn’t send each other steamy love letters or something?”

The question made you laugh, partially because of the bluntness, partially out of bitterness. No letters. No communication. Nothing. You didn’t even know he came back.

“No? Search my drawers if you want to. There’s not a single thing with Yuta written on it.”

“Oh, come on!” You turned to play with the fountain’s cold water. Despite the gloomy aftermath of the war and a busy everyday, you’ve found some time to celebrate the Summer. “(y/n)-”

You hummed at them to continue, but no words came out. Irritated by their silence, despite the clear sign for continuation, you looked up to see them staring at the space behind you.

A pair of hands landed on your shoulders, joined by a scream meant to scare you. Surprised (alright, terrified), you were quick to turn around. The person responsible was none other, but Yuta himself. So he really was back.

His wide smile shone next to the Sun, a welcoming gift he offered you. One of his hands remained on your shoulder, as if it was completely okay to touch an almost-stranger like that.

“Look who’s that.” Yuta turned to the side, his smile turning cold at your friend. His head motioned for them to leave. They were quicker than your reaching hand - abandoned you alone with the man as if that was okay. Yuta sat down next to you on the fountain’s edge. “My favorite neighbor.”

“Oh, am I? Do you even know my name?” But he didn’t grow annoyed at your tone. If anything, your words have made him even happier.

“So you did miss me!”

“Why would I miss you?”

“Because I’m me and you’re crazy in love with this guy.” There he motioned at himself. “

“We’re not even friends, so relax. Welcome home, or whatever.”

Yuta was watching as you stood up and walked away. As far away from him as possible. That meant few meters, until he caught up to you and pulled you through the bushes to a small private space. Somewhere you’ve used to meet. His arms circled around your waist, but you didn’t stop him.

“Don’t be mad now. I needed to see whether you’d miss me.” “I mean two years is enough to get over someone.” “And did you?” “Hm? “Did you get over me?”

You had no answer to that. Because yes, you still felt it. Your silence was enough for Yuta. His grip tightened and he pulled you closer to his face.

“It’s alright. I didn’t get over you either.”

DOYOUNG

After a couple of days of constant rainfall, you’ve forgotten what a sunny day looked like. The gray sky has loomed over your head as if in sync with your anxious thoughts. A companion to your walks in the mornings and evenings. At least it has somehow made you less alone. If you were sad, then the world was too.

The Sun’s return felt like a promise. Things were going to be okay. Eventually, hopefully. Its rays woke you up and walked you home, a substitute companion. It has taken over the gray sky’s role, but did better. The blinding sunlight was drawing a smile on your face with its warmth. It carried your body in a light step, made it take up a longer route home.The world seemed much more enjoyable than it really was.

The house you’ve lived in stood in its place. The white wall now slightly yellow, while the light bounced off of the windows. It felt like a proper home. Like it’d shield you from the doubts and wrongs of real life.

Stepping inside, you caught the sound of your grandmother’s voice. She didn’t tell you about a guest, did she? You were in no state to appear in front of others. Your shirt had a dry oil stain on it.

“Oh, it must be (y/n)!” She sounded excited. “Where have you been for so long?!”

Her voice was floating from the dining room, and so you headed towards it, right after taking off a bit too tight pair of shoes. There was no escaping now that she heard you making a ruckus in the hallway. The guest would have to deal with your tragic state.

“At work! Where else-”

There, in front of the old woman, was a male silhouette. A thin and tall person with wide shoulders. His shoes were black and tatty on the tips. Trousers were somehow too long, so their dirty ends pooled behind his heels. The jacket could use some proper ironing, but it didn’t matter because your eyes reached where the collar made space for the neck. A pointy chin, opened lips, hollow cheeks, the tip of a nose and finally, the dark eyes.

A long year has passed since the last time you’ve heard him say your name. It was hoarse, filled with disbelief and quiet. Nevertheless you could hear him well.

“Doyoung?” He closed the distance, never looking away from you.

His arms have always been strong, but now you could feel more muscles than fat. His cheeks, although always slender, were now sunken, dark. He smelled of sweat - his favorite cologne nowhere to be found. Hugging him didn’t feel the same to what you were used to, but you were more than ready to make new customs.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming back?” He leaned back, so you could look at one another.

One of hands let go to wipe a smudge of oil off your cheek.

“It was meant to be a surprise.”

“You big old goof.” He faked a frown. Faked, because his wide smile couldn’t be hidden.

JAEHYUN

Hugging yourself tightly, you scanned the crowd in search of the promised land, or at least the one Jaehyun has told you about before he was shipped off to fight for the country.

From all you remembered, it had dark eyes, a handsome face and strong arms. The rest was an unknown you were willing to find out, had it been the same as you’ve seen it last, or different, as an effect of its stay. Frankly, you didn’t care how much he has changed - you just wanted him back.

Someone ran past you, screaming incoherently. The motion of a person moving so close made you take a step back, straight into a stranger’s chest. Or maybe not a stranger’s.

“Sor- Jaehyun!” He laughed, proud of his little prank. “How long have you been standing here?”

“For quite some time? I was waiting until you’d realize.”

There was a desire to punch him in the shoulder, but you busied your hands with embracing him instead. It was even better than getting an offended yelp out of him. Although you’ve been crying over how little you remember of his hugs, having him in your hold again made every fact came back. The way he liked your hands the best. How long he needed the embraces to last. Where his nose needed to hide, before he could sigh happily.

Jaehyun promised you a land you were looking forward to, but knew all about.

The only surprise was a weird texture of his skin at the back of his neck. One of your fingers played with it when the man in your hold shivered. The time for welcoming embraces ended.

“What was that?”

“Ah, nothing.” Jaehyun looked to the side, but as soon as he realized that it was like showing you the place he didn’t want to uncover, he put his arm there.

None of his tactics worked. The redness of burns ended at his jawline. You could see it clear as day.

“Don’t be weird about it. I can see your scars.”

Jaheyun groaned in frustration, changing sides so you couldn’t see a thing. He stood in stubborn silence, waiting for the end of whatever he thought needed to end. Nobody spoke for some time, until you couldn’t hold it in any longer and asked “Are you that ashamed of them?”.

“Am I still handsome with them?” His question was a laughing matter. How could a scar make him any less beautiful? “What are you laughing at?”

“Haven’t you heard that scars are considered very attractive?”

Jaehyun looked back at you. The arm he was using to hide his neck dropped to the side, and he seized your body questioningly, as if there was an answer to all the things that bothered him. Well- who knows? Maybe there was?

“Are they? I thought that was just a myth, you know, to make people feel better.”

You smiled teasingly, looping fingers at the edges of his belt.

“Well, I would most certainly disagree with that being a myth.”

He nodded, considering your words. At a silent question of your raised eyebrow, Jaehyun exhaled, grabbed one of your hands, and pulled you towards the station’s exit.

WINWIN

Sicheng stood in his bedroom with an expression one could only call unreadable. He felt weird without his uniform, regular trousers and shirt irritating his tormented body. They should be his solace, solid ground to stomp on with the war behind him. And yet the material was an unwelcome texture that covered the visible marks of his maturity. He wasn’t a boy anymore, like his room presented - with its childish wallpaper and a small collection of toys placed neatly on the shelf. Sicheng was a man raised by the military. If there had been something he was the best at, it would be shooting and carrying out the orders.

That’s partially why he was wary of coming face to face with his old life. Realizing how twisted he had to be now in comparison to his younger self was something he wanted to avoid. Of course, he failed the task as sentiment took over him as soon as he saw his plastic horses on shelves. But the picture he was now looking at, tucked in the frame of the big mirror, was even more overwhelming. He didn’t remember why it stayed at home instead of being in his pockets through it all. The nervousness of leaving must’ve made him forget about it.

After a longer moment of hesitation, his hand abandoned the safety of his thigh to grab the photograph and look at it from a smaller distance. Slick paper was aging quickly, but Sicheng couldn’t find it in himself to curse whoever did such a poor job for the large amount of money he had to pay. You were smiling fondly at him from the picture, and he imagined you doing the same once he would see you. Sadly, doubt had a strange habit of returning to him so often these past few years that the dreams of your grin quickly turned into ones blurred by his own tears. What could await him by your side?

Both excitement and dread pushed him to leave his house behind and ride a bus to find out how disturbing the reality was. Many things stayed the same, like the raw walls of your flat’s corridor or the depth of your neighbor’s wrinkles. Only little things changed and yet they were difficult to spot.

In front of the old doors he had second thoughts and was close to turning around. As soon as he did that, his usually steady hands let go of the bouquet of flowers, and he made too much noise gathering them together.

The entrance behind him was opening in sync with his legs straightening, so when he stood up, your eyes were already watching his. In all honesty, he expected you to look alien, as if it was the first time he has ever seen you. But it was completely different. You were familiar in every possible aspect of existing. The changes were like in your surroundings - little, invisible to someone that didn’t know you as well as Sicheng did. The man in front of you could instantly point out the difference in your hair’s length, a new scar decorating your face, how thin you’ve become thanks to the harsh years of war... All of these brought him both sadness and happiness. Sadness, because you were affected and happiness, because the memory that kept him sane at night was identical to the reality.

He was so lost in the sight of you, he didn’t even notice how strange he looked to you, although your face was an open book just for him to read. Maybe if he had noticed, he would lose all of his courage and eventually escape the daunting atmosphere.

“Hey.” He managed to say in the softest of tones that remained the same even after the war. His hand gripping the ruined bouquet of flowers shot in your direction to offer the small gift. “It’s been a while.”

His words sounded so dumb to you, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to hold the laughter back. Not at them, but rather from happiness you felt. Sicheng smiled shyly when your fingers skimmed his meanwhile taking the flowers. One could say that you were magnets - naturally pulling towards one another after just a simple exchange of touches.

In your embrace, he didn’t think about the doubt, he thought about you. Just you in general. Happy, teary-eyed, with harsh hands and soft kisses, in your lowest low but on the cloud nine as soon as he returned into the picture. How could he feel doubt when your salty lips were endlessly smooching his dimples?

JUNGWOO

Your first thought seeing the boy you used to know, was just a confirmation that somehow you’ve lost any certainty about him.

Kim Jungwoo has changed in almost every possible aspect. There were shadows of wrinkles on his forehead. Hair that he used to wear long was still short from the army. Cheeks, usually full and pushed to the sides by a genuine smile, were now thin and falling in on themselves. Lips looked pale. Though you couldn’t see their texture, you knew they had to be dry. Only his eyes remained somehow similar as they held the last bits of innocence. Brown orbs were swinging between focus and the lack of it, easily getting distracted by the simplest things. Jungwoo’s body language was similar - he would either attempt the bad-boy-leaning-against-a-counter pose or catch himself returning to standing straight as his head turned to look at something. Two men that he was with were bent over their drinks, talking to one another without paying too much attention to their third companion.

“Is this really Kim Jungwoo?” A friend spilled her blond locks on the table as she positioned herself to take a better look at the young man in question. “My my, hasn’t he changed a lot?”

Her wide eyes turned to yours. The message she was trying to send you wasn’t clear. What did she expect you to say in return?

“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m a little surprised too.”

“A little? You’ve been basically drooling for at least ten minutes now.” Blonde slapped your arm teasingly. “But hey, not judging. Little Jungwoo sure turned into a dreamboat.”

Embarrassed by her words, you turned your head away. You were unwilling to admit she was right. Because yes, the innocent boy that has always been incredibly shy, changed into an attractive man with confidence radiating off of his body. You couldn’t accept the change both in him and the way your own eyes were yearning to look at his features.

When his eyes met yours, you froze in the seat, a sheepish smile turning into a straight line. Jungwoo didn’t wait. A wide smile blossomed on his face, and he instantly walked over.

Without anything else to do, your gaze landed on Jungwoo’s on. He must have been as shocked as you by the chance meeting. His lips were parted and thick eyebrows have risen high up. None of them overshadowed an evident smile.

“Jungwoo!” Your friend sang from the spot next to you.

The young man spared her a single glance as he welcomed her, but quickly returned to stare at your face. You could feel the knowing gaze your friend was giving you. After few awkward seconds of some sort of a staring contest, she elbowed you to do something.

“Maybe you should go and catch up?” The girl offered with clenched teeth.

Startled, you finally pushed yourself up and out of the crowded booth to stand next to Jungwoo. Slightly intimidated by his bold gaze, you asked “Want to go for a walk?”

The laughter he answered with was bold and confident, but Kim Jungwoo wasted no time in offering you his arm.

“Happily.”

MARK

The first thing his sleepy features did, was frown. The headache was painful, but seconds later it left, as he remained frozen in place. You wouldn’t have noticed, had it been not for your position. His face was in your peripheral vision, just above the book you were reading.

It came out of nowhere. Nobody knew when he’d wake up. All you had to do was wait, because he could breathe. As a very tired doctor has repeated to you every day - time was the best remedy. And so you waited. The fact that he finally woke up? You didn’t believe it. Frozen in place, unsure whether to stay or call for a nurse, you waited. If the time was the best remedy, then it had to be the best judge as well.

Mark’s eyelashes fluttered before he allowed the world inside. As soon as he did, he closed them as well. On and off again, he blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the light. The book closed in your hands. His nose scrunched. Fingers straightened at his sides. An inaudible voice told you to reach for them, but you gripped the book tighter instead.

“Is he waking up?” You looked back at one of the five men that were all locked inside the hospital’s room. His left arm was gone, but it didn’t stop him from looking positively at the world. Every then and now he’d busy you with a small talk, and you’ve grown sympathetic towards him.

“Yes.” Upon turning back towards Mark, his dark eyes met yours. His face didn’t change an expression, but you knew he recognized you. Something about the sparks in his eyes that every author loved to bring up.

A small smile of relief blossomed on your features. The spreading warmth told you - it’s going to be alright now. If Mark had woken up, then he had been on the road to fast recovery.

“Hi.” You knelt down by the side of his bed. The corner of a nightstand pressed painfully at your body, but you wanted to be as close to Mark as possible.

Still sleepy, with eyes half-closed, he smiled back. His hand moved a little in your direction, but it was too weak to reach it. Not the one to deny him, you beat the distance yourself, transporting his hand to your face. It felt cold against your cheek.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Hmm-” a yawn blocked him for a moment. “Tired.” His voice was hoarse, as expected from someone who has slept for almost a week.

“That’s alright. You’ve been out of it for quite some time-”

“Have I? How long?”

“Six days.”

“Ouch.”

His reaction made you giggle quietly, and his small frown was quickly replaced by another smile. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing a comforting kiss on his forehead. Mark watched you silently, his eyes still glossy.

“I should go and call the nurse. They need to give you a good check, now that you’re awake.”

“You’re going?” He looked as if you have kicked his puppy. Fingers attempted to lock around your hand, but it was fruitless. Mark was weak, and he couldn’t even hold a limb up.

“I’ll be right back.” Before he could say anything more, you left. Although aware that nothing felt real, you didn’t want to start the topic of war. The time would come. For now, you’d like to act as if it has never happened.

HAECHAN

The concrete blocks felt hot under the palms of your hands. Compared to the pleasant warmth seeping through your trousers, the firsthand contact felt like touching lava. You wouldn’t have known, but you could only guess it had to be as painful.

The radio speaker has been repeating all day, like a mantra, the weather was a gift at the end of the war. You didn’t feel like the hotness was any sort of a gift, though you haven’t decided yet, whether you loved it or not. The last year was nothing, but a series of undecided opinions. Lonely, watching as your entire neighborhood disappeared, you felt like the whole world has died. Now, all that remained just broken shells of tortured souls.

You remembered the past. The games of hide and seek, limited only by the crossroads at the ends of your street. Stolen cigarettes smoked behind the closest factory. Rumors repeated every time you saw someone, because there was not much happening in the lives of teenagers stuck in their little world.

The noise of an engine filled the street’s void. A woman hanging laundry on a balcony on the other side of the street, looked down to search for its source. Your head turned too, but the hotness bouncing off of the asphalt made it impossible for you to make the features out. Only one thing was sure - a car was coming your way. You didn’t want to stand up for nothing, so you placed hands on your feet as if to nail them to the ground.

“Where is the orchestra? Where are the balloons?”

It couldn’t be- could it? He had to be a mirage. The last time you saw Lee Donghyuck was a year ago, when he sneaked into your bedroom in the middle of the night. The next morning he was supposed to leave for the war, so he decided to kiss you goodbye. One small kiss that tasted of cigarettes was all you remembered him for. And his striped pajamas. A stark contrast to his current green uniform.

The man jumped off the car’s back and waved at the driver to go. The other man honked before pressing the accelerator on.

“You won’t even stand up to welcome me?” His words made you push yourself up.

For some reason, although he stood in front of you, real, he didn’t feel right. There had to be a hook, a switch that would make him fade away into oblivion once the wrong motion was made. You wanted to believe in him, but the loneliness you experienced has left a mark on your mind.

“What’s up with you?” He took your sunglasses off. “Oh, you’re so happy to see me, I left you speechless, right?” A brilliant and cocky smile lightened up his features.

Stuck in a loop of opening and closing your mouth, because you had so much and, simultaneously, so little to say, you never answered. Instead, your eyes wandered around his face, taking in all the signs of change that the past months have left on him.

Donghyuck was missing an ear. Where your eyes were used to seeing a shell-like organ, there was nothing. Your fingers reached for the empty spot and rubbed at the still delicate skin.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Although he tried to sound brave, you caught the glimpse of uncertainty in his voice.

He has rarely shown insecurity, so the idea of experiencing that new part of his- Perhaps the whole idea of being able to experience him, made you finally smile.

“It’s super cool.”

“Yeah, I know. Captain said I will be getting a medal for my service.”

Laughing to yourself, because that was such a dumb thing to worry about in the present moment, you embraced Donghyuck’s frame. He returned it instantly, locking his arms so tightly around you, it hurt. But- You know what? There was no but. You accepted the embrace laughing.

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johnsamericano · 4 years

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“Kind” l.t.y

Pairing: dom!Taeyong x sub!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Explicit sex, fingering, thigh riding, teasing, dirty talking, praising, oral (male receiving), taeyong is a little possessive.

Summary: Everyone liked Taeyong because of his soft attitude. Despite being nerdy he was really popular amongst girls because of his kindness. But that was all a facade. But only you would have the honor to meet the real him.

“Dude, we’re gonna be late for class.” Your best friend and roomate Mark had the wonderful idea of ordering a coffee 5 minutes before your class started.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

He wasn’t. Mark spent 10 minutes deciding what coffee he wanted and by the time we had his order, we were already 20 minutes late.

Mrs. Jung, our teacher, gave us a long lecture about being on time.

“We’re really sorry, it won’t happen again.” We both bowed.

“It’s okay, go take a seat.”

The classroom was almost full. Luckily, we found some seats in the third row. Mark was seating on my right, while my classmate, Lee Taeyong, was sitting on my right.

“Hey, I can lend you my notes on the things you missed.” Despite of being classmates, you never talked to each other. And still, he was offering you his notes.

“Thank you so much, you’re a life saver.” His smile was so warm. “I’ll try to copy them as fast as possible.”

With that being said, you started writing on your own notebook. Mark was peeking over your shoulder to copy what you were writing.

The class came to an end. Once again, you thanked Taeyong.

“No worries.” He patted your shoulder before leaving the classroom.

“Dude, he likes you.”

“Shut up, Mork.” He whined.

“It’s Mark, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” You laughed at him.

The next days you kept talking to Taeyong. The rumors about him were true, he was the kindest person you’ve ever met. That’s why you didn’t suspect anything when he invited you over to his house to study.

“Sorry I’m late, I got lost.” You took of your shoes and entered the apartment. “You live alone?”

“Yup, can I offer you something to drink?”

“A glass of water, please.” The place was super neat for a college student. Unlike the apartment you shared with Mark.

“Here you go.” He handed you the drink with a smile.

“Don’t you feel lonely sometimes? I literally can’t imagine living alone.”

“You live with your parents?” You both sat on the couch.

“No, my parents live in Busan.” You left your backpack on the floor. “I live with Mark.”

Taeyong frowned slightly.

“You two are a thing?”

“Hell no.” He could never be attracted to you. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten, our parents have known each other since they were in college. Plus, he’s gay.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Let’s start studying, I need to be home on time for dinner.” You started to unpack your books.

Taeyong scoffed.

“What’s wrong?” He has a slight smirk.

“Are you really that oblivious?” His hand reached out for your cheek.

“Hold up, what’s going on?” Taeyong’s smirk grew wider.

“Did you really think I invited you over to study?” You nodded. “You’re as clueless as Mark.”

Before you could say anything else, he crashed his own lips with yours. Your mind went blank. What are you supposed to do in this situations?

“Wait.” You pulled away. “We barely know each other. We started talking a week ago.”

“You barely know me. I’ve been watching you ever since the semester started.” His gaze never left your lips.

“That sounds creepy.” You whispered to yourself.

His hand started rubbing your thigh. His touch gave you goosebumps.

“Let me make you feel good tonight.” A familiar warm sensation started building in your core. “Just say yes.” Well, at least he was a gentleman.

Your mind started searching for an answer. He was terribly handsome and sweet, although you still didn’t know if he was just being nice to get into your pants.

“Okay.” Your mouth answered before your brain could process the information.

He patted his lap. “Come here.” You did as he said. “You have no idea how much I’ve jerked off with the thought of you.” His hands wandered all over your back. “Naked, moaning my name and begging for my cock.”

Your core was aching, you needed some relief.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He grabbed your hips to stop you from grinding on his crotch.

The heat between your legs was growing. “Please Taeyong, just touch me already.”

He left a peck on your lips, and started leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. He easily got rid of your blouse. The kisses continued over the fabric of your bra. You were getting desperate for more, so you unclasped the bra and threw it somewhere. He just smiled and started playing with your nipples. Soft moans started to leave your mouth.

“Do you like this?” He slightly pinched your sensitive bud. Your legs trembled. It felt like you could cum right there.

His hands left your breast and started taking off your skirt. His thumb rubbed your clothed clit.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore.” No man had ever made you feel as needy as Taeyong did.

“You can’t take what? Use your words baby.” He knew exactly what you were talking about.

“I need you to fuck me, Taeyong.” You begged.

“Be patient baby. You took your sweet time to notice me, so I’ll take mine.” He said as he kept playing with your bud. “Are you a virgin?” He asked out of nowhere.

“No.” He moved his thumb faster.

“So I’m not going to be your first, that’s disappointing.” He faked a pout. “I guess I’ll have to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget every other guy you’ve slept with.”

“Taeyong.” You moaned his name as you felt your high closer.

“Not yet baby.” He removed his finger from your clit. You whined.

Taeyong ripped your panties easily.

“You’re going to buy me a new pair of panties.” He smiled softly.

“Sure thing.” His lips met yours briefly.

Taeyong placed you over his thigh with ease. The feeling of his jeans against your pussy was overwhelming. His hands grabbed your hips and started moving you back and forth. Your hands gripped his shoulders.

“Don’t you want to take your jeans off? I’ll probably leave a stain.” You asked between moans.

“You’re so cute.” He kept moving your body over his thigh. “You look so pretty while riding my thigh, imagine how pretty you’ll be with my cock filling that pussy of yours.” His words were enough to make you cum. Your whimpers made Taeyong smile. “Let’s continue in my room.” He lifted your shaking naked body and walked to the room with you in his arms.

He laid you down in his bed. He just stood there, admiring your body. His erection looked painfully hard and the stain of your cum in his jeans was quite big. He started undressing himself.

Taeyong was now completely naked. His big dick was touching his stomach.

“You like what you see princess?” He crawled up the bed and hovered over you.

A finger suddenly slipped in your entrance.

“You’re dripping wet.” He curled his digit to reach your sweet spot. “Who’s the owner of this pussy?”

The question made you embarrassed, so you didn’t answer. He added another finger and increased his pace. Your moans and the wet sounds filled the room.

“Who’s the owner of this pussy?” He asked again.

“You.” Your back arched from the pleasure.

“I want a full answer baby.” You fell your high building up again.

“You own my pussy Taeyong.” He pulled his fingers before you could reach your orgasm.

He pumped his cock a few times before slowly entering you. You were so wet that it didn’t even hurt.

“Move, please.” You gripped his biceps as you felt him thrusting into you.

His dick was hitting all the right spots.

“You take my cock so well.”

You came with a few more thrusts and he pulled out of you.

“Open your mouth.” You got on your knees.

He slipped his dick into your mouth carefully. You started moving your head and swirling your tongue over his length. Low groans left his lips as he placed a hand behind your head to guide your movements.

“You’re amazing, baby.” Taeyong started fucking your mouth roughly, causing you to gag. Saliva started to slip out from the corners of your mouth. “Such a pretty girl.” A few more seconds and you felt his cum on your throat.

The taste was bitter, but Taeyong’s smile was the sweetest you’ve ever seen. Both of you laid down on the soft bed, still panting from the recent pleasure.

“What time is it?” You asked, suddenly remembering you had to be home at 8:00 for dinner.

“9:47”

“Shit, I’m so dead.” Mark had invited one of his friends, Yuta. Your roomate liked him, but every time the Japanese boy made a move, he started panicking.

“I need someone to stop me from embarrassing myself.” Those were the words Mark used when he invited you to have dinner with them.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” His arm wrapped around your waist to prevent you from standing up.

“I need to go, Mark is going to be mad at me.” You tried to get rid of his grip. “Taeyong!”

“I was just asking because I’m polite.” He rubbed his nose against your cheek. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m gonna let you leave.” His mouth got closer to your ear. “There are still plenty of things I want to do tonight.”

“No, Tae. We can meet tomorrow.” He hugged your waist tighter.

“Your panties are ripped and you came here wearing a short skirt. If you go out anyone will be able to see your everything, and let me remind you that this pretty cunt...” His fingers caressed your labia. “is mine, and only mine. No one else is alowed to see it or touch it. Have I made myself clear, princess?”

You never would’ve imagine that the sweet Taeyong everyone loved was so dominant and possessive, but you couldn’t deny that you loved to see this new part of him.

“Yes, Taeyong.”

Let’s just say that it was a long night for the both of you, more like a long month.

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powermaknae · 4 years

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In the Dark Part 3

Incubus! Yuta x Witch! Lily

Yuta leaves a life of wild partying and long nights to be with Lily, a witch with growing power.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

~Fantasy!au, sexual themes, some angst, blood play, power complex, fighting, drinking, demons

Word Count- 4K~

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long. I started uni again and just got really busy. But I hope you like it. It took a lot of effort. I really like how it turned out :}.

The sky was dark against the neon lights of the club Yuta was stationary in. It had remained that way for days, after the pair emerged from Johnny’s nerd store. Yuta felt comfort in the corner at his reserved seat in his favorite club. He felt comfort but he was nowhere near content.

Lily had showed him her power, used it to help him, and it was highly amusing to him. But as he sat alone, accompanied only by several empty shot glasses, he couldn’t help letting his mind wander to the thought of her: Her childlike persona, soft skin, powerful demeaner. She was truly everything he desired.

He didn’t desire her like the woman he’d sucked dry the night before. No. It was so much more.

He gazed around at the crowd packing the popular night club, the clothes of many still sopping from the inclement weather. A few figures caught his attention, a group of college boys surrounding a very intoxicated girl. She was smaller than most of them but didn’t seem to notice the intention around her.

One of the boys flicked his hair out of his face as he peered over his shoulder in Yuta’s direction. He smirked before focusing back on the girl. Something about this boy was unsettling to Yuta.

Yuta was used to unsightly characters, ones of his own kind that were not nearly as skilled or experienced as he, and other creatures of similar nature with a much higher tendency for brutality, but he had never felt this unnerved.

He felt like the boy may have been a creature of familiarity, but Yuta couldn’t determine what, and that’s what was odd. He didn’t know.

After downing his last shot, he stood from his place and adjusted his dress pants before making his way to the door, trying to think no more of the feeling in the pit of his stomach. This party had become boring and he was in no mood to feed again tonight.

As he passed through the crowd, dodging body after body, the boy appeared beside him, checking his shoulder.

“My bad,” he sneered in an unexpected nasally tone. Yuta followed him from over his shoulder as he continued toward the exit, watching the next movements of the boy until he reached the door.

The streets were painted with wet streaks as the rain misted Yuta’s face. For a rainy night, he noted the unusual amount of civilians wandering the city. It was very odd indeed.

Every direction he turned his head, his eyes met a bystander. He couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that they were here for him. He felt for sure they could tell what he was, but what were they?

He picked up his pace, trying to remain inconspicuous without going into a panic. Frantically checking his surroundings, he hadn’t noticed a quickly approaching pedestrian and accidentally bumped into her arm as he passed. Her feet never slowed as she glanced behind her, giving Yuta a familiar smirk. He was close enough to her to see that the color of her irises were tinted purple.

Something unnatural was happening, he could feel it, and he needed to get to Lily as quickly as possible without being noticed.

He made a sharp turn down a confined alleyway with the intention of breaking into a sprint, turning his head over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed. The air around him grew thicker as he attempted to pull himself forward, but he was blocked.

In the little light coming from the open streets, a large figure stood in his way, chuckling in an inhumanly deep voice.

Yuta was not one to let fear take over his senses, but he had to admit, he was afraid. Not afraid for his life but the fear of Lily’s, putting her in danger. This beast of a creature was after them and Yuta had to get to her somehow, before something else did.

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In her small quiet home, Lily was anything but calm. The clash of thunder echoed through the walls as she carefully watched the surges of energy through the clouded sky. Her entire body ached, and her hands were shaky as she tried her best to make some chamomile to calm her senses.

The Book had not opened itself to her since she brought it home, but it spoke to her often, appeared in writing on the walls, and flowed with the cold breeze of the storm. The power it had placed upon her shoulders had taken a toll on her physical being.

She knew she had become much stronger. She could feel her ability growing within her, noticed how much she could withstand, but it had been days of nonstop training, and she felt much weaker than when it began.

The energy within her had changed, shifted, almost as much as the weather had. She somehow felt connected to it, like the change in magic had conjured the storm itself. She was much more powerful, but the energy she now possessed was difficult to control and resulted in several dents in the drywall.

She hadn’t spoken to Yuta in days. She missed him, but was terrified of what he might do if he found out the Protector had been broken. His demonic nature can be difficult to maneuver. Chaos cannot be controlled once set in motion and in the state she was in, he could have easily destroy everything she’s worth.

But now as she paced her living room floor, watching her hands shake uncontrollably trying best to contain her magic and sipping at her cup, she wondered where he had been, if he was doing alright, if he would come find her. She let her thoughts run with ideas to draw her attention away from the impending anxiety the storm had caused her.

Her feet had stopped moving momentarily when she heard a loud BANG at the front door. She jumped instinctively, stumbling backwards. Then from behind the door came a frantic, “Lily, please let me in. It’s me.”

She placed the warm cup on a coffee table nearby with surprisingly steady hands and waved her hand, rushing to the door as it swung open and banged against the wall. Standing slumped on her doorstep, leaning his weight against the frame, was a very weak, beaten and bloodied Yuta. Even when covered in bruises and gashes, his face still managed to glow.

She quickly pulled his arm around her shoulder, helping him hobble through the door. She sat him on the floor against the wall opposite the kitchen and rushed out of view. When she returned, she held a small bowl of warm water that had been sprinkled with peppermint oil and a washcloth draped over the side.

He gazed at her with big eyes as she moved the objects with such grace. The door was closed with a soft thud behind them, but the air from outside had made the room cold. Yuta shivered under Lily’s touch as she padded the patches of blood on his temple. His shirt had been massacred with gaping wounds underneath. Lily tended to those next, trying her best to stay calm.

Yuta winced at first, taking in sharp breaths, but as it subsided, he brought a soft hand to her cheek, caressing it gently. His fingers were freezing against her skin, partially due to his cold-blooded nature.

“It worked.” His voice was barely audible.

Lily was still shaking, but more out of fear. Yuta was strong enough to hold his own in a fight. What kind of creature could do this much damage and was it still after him?

Her face was stern as she glanced up in his large, sparkly eyes and said, “What happened? What did this to you?” She was so shaken that it was audible in her voice. Yuta pushed himself with his hand against the floor, sitting up a little straighter against the wall as his body went ridged.

“Lily~ something has changed.” “No shit…” She mumbled under her breath.

“I’m serious. I felt like they were watching me, following me. I tried to get to you but…”

“Yuta… Who’s they?”

“I- I don’t know… But they are not human. Some of them may be like me or other types of demons, but I can’t tell.”

“Did they do this to you?” Her eyes were getting puffy and she felt as if she’d burst into tears, but she fought it off.

“No. It was something else; something much bigger. I couldn’t fight-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he snapped his head towards the door. A distant thudding of very large footsteps was growing closer to their place of refuge.

Lily held completely still, focusing her entire attention on the thudding.

“Please tell me you didn’t lead it here,” she elevated her voice slightly, a tinge of annoyance in it.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I just had to get to you before it found you.”

From outside, a booming roar shook the glass window and the two of them were almost completely consumed by fear.

“LILY BENNETT! COME OUT AND FACE YOUR TRUE SELF!” The tone of the roar was demonic, almost inaudible if it wasn’t quite so loud.

Yuta stood in his spot, using the wall for stability. Many of his wounds were already starting to heal at an inhuman rate, but he was still weak. Lily was moving towards the charmed door, ready to pull it open and face whatever it was that was looking for them.

Behind her came his voice, “Lily, please don’t. I can’t lose you.” She didn’t turn to look him in the eye before she swung the door open and marched outside for the showdown of a lifetime.

For the first time in days, she was willing to let herself loose. Her eyes glowed a fiery hue and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She could already feel her fingertips tingle with every step she took.

The sky was almost a pitch black, making the surrounding difficult for any human to see. Her shoes were soaked through, but her hair remained unwavering in the storm, the rain unable to reach her.

In front of her stood a creature like no other, several feet taller than her, covered in muscle. It bared its teeth and claws at her, massive in size and terrifying to look at. It resembled something like an overgrown werewolf, but its eyes seemed familiar.

“Johnny?” Her voice was low against the sound of the pounding rain.

“NOT ANYMORE! I AM MARCHOSIAS, MARQUIS OF HELL! YOU HAVE UNLEASHED MY LEGIONS! NOW YOU SHALL FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!”

He bellowed at her, preparing to charge. She mustered everything she had within, all the magic she’d been given, the power she possessed. Her feet were picked up off the ground as she pulled her energy through her limbs to her fingertips. They glowed against the stormy night sky, where magic manifested into a line of defense.

As the marquis charged her, Lily held out a strong hand. She was putting every ounce of her being into her protection. She forced a small beam away from her stable frame, but it was a weak effort and the beast reached her, pushing backwards by several yards, and knocking her onto the ground.

He ran at her again, snarling in the dark. She was ready for his approach this time and shot onto her feet with both arms outstretched. The beam was stronger and slowed the beast down significantly, but she quickly ran out of steam.

Marchosias had realized her weakness and was charging faster than ever, feeding off of the thought of his victory. With great haste, he swiped at her small figure with sloppy aim, leaving a gash across her jawline.

She winced as she lay aching on the muddy ground. Her sore body was covered in bruises as she felt the warm gash ooze. She could make out a low growl farther away from where she lay, but it wasn’t the beast.

Yuta had regained some of his strength and was fending off the beast, trying his best to buy Lily some time.

He threw a vase across the yard, smashing it against his opponent. He was frantically dealing as many blows to Marchosias’ chest and face as possible, eyes as black as the sky, egging him on for more.

Lily pulled herself back onto her feet, wobbly and shaken. Even though her entire body ached for rest, she pulled every ounce of energy into her small fingers, drawing the attention of both males.

Marchosias lunged into a sprint, reaching his large claws towards her, but in an instant, she had filled her entire body with powerful magic, using all the energy, magic, and pure adrenaline she had left.

She cried out in the surge, as her entire body blinded her opponent. It was almost as if the power had burst from the seams of her small figure, and in a flash, the creature withered in the beam, letting out a ungodly screech.

The flash had grown brighter and brighter, and the screech louder, until, finally, Lily collapsed into the mud, bleeding profusely from her wounds and the demon shriveled into the soil.

Yuta watched in horror from his position in the distance. Farther away, he could make out the cries of other demons. By banishing Marchosias, she had also destroyed his legions.

Hearing the wailing in the far-off distance had changed Yuta’s demeanor. His face contorted in discomfort, his limbs longed for stretching and his thirst for blood was growing with every second.

He could feel himself transforming as the screams of his people grew and Lily’s pulse became faint. His body felt like that of a body builder, growing stronger and stronger with every movement. The desire for blood was growing unbearable. He needed it. He began to stand up straight, changing his appearance, preparing for a night of insatiable desire and untamable lust. His shoulders were broad, his now shoulder length black hair matched the color of his soul, and all he could see was red as he let the demon in him take over.

Lily stayed, continuing to fight as death threatened to take her. Yuta had disappeared, leaving little trace and a badly injured witch to fend for her life.

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The next morning was colder than normal, the remnants of a demon hoard still lingering in the city. The air was moist from all the rain, the sidewalks still sprinkled with puddles. All was quiet, the early morning birds were still in hiding and the people roaming the streets were silent aside from distant footsteps.

Yuta was startled awake by a group of pigeons that had gathered around him as he lay on a park bench. He sat up slowly, trying to get a grip of what all had happened.

His lips were stained red with blood as he touched his tongue to his upper lip, tasting the familiar taste of iron. He wiped what he could on his torn sleeve, staining the fabric, too.

His head was in a daze, trying his best to remember the events of the night before. He looked down at his hands, taking note of the marks and more red stains. He noticed that his fingernails were filthy, harboring dirt and grime underneath.

In a flood of memory, he remembered Lily: rushing to her house, fighting the Marquis, and watching him vanish. After that was a blur.

He stood from the bench scaring off the pigeons and looked for a sign to tell him where exactly he had ended up. “Culture Tech Park”.

“Damn. How did I end up on the opposite side of town?”

His footsteps wavered slightly as he began the walk back to Lily’s small house. The city felt gloomy as he walked. He held his head low, watching his feet move carefully.

When he arrived, clouded in exhaustion, he looked up to see the front lawn had been completely demolished. It wasn’t picture perfect before, but now all the foliage had been destroyed and the yard was entirely mud and dirt.

Lily lay in the same indentation as before, not having moved a single muscle since the previous night. Yuta rushed to her side, rolling her onto her back. Her hair was matted from the mud and her face was covered in dried blood that had dripped from her wounds.

Yuta dipped his ear to her mouth, listening for breathing or any sign that she was still alive.

Kneeling near her limp body, he held her face in his hand, wondering how to fix this. Tears started forming in his soft brown eyes as he let his hair fall into his face. He had never meant to bring this upon her.

Just as he started to cry over her weak body, a presence manifested above him and soon he was joined by a very stern, rigid individual with short black hair and a heavy coat. He removed it from his slim figure and laid it over top if her as he lowered himself to meet Yuta’s position.

“Let’s get her inside. It’s freezing out here,” was all he said before standing back up. Yuta pulled her into his arms, holding her legs in one and keeping her head close to his chest with the other.

He tried to stay out of the way as best he could. Doyoung had cleared the small kitchen table for Yuta to set Lily on while he worked. He pulled things from cabinets and moved as quickly as possible. It wasn’t hard to tell that Lily had been like this for some time and he wasn’t sure how much he had to work with.

He paid Yuta little attention as he chanted under his breathe, sprinkling oils and herbs all over her and cursing when she didn’t respond.

“Shouldn’t we take her to a hospital?” Yuta interjected from against the wall after witnessing several rounds of ritual.

“They can’t help her. It would only make it worse,” Doyoung muttered, frustrated and becoming frantic.

Finally, after many attempts to bring her back to functionality, Doyoung placed a stick of cinnamon next to her right ear and said an incantation into her left, as a last resort: A spell he had never had to use before. He tried to keep his voice from wavering in nervousness.

When he had finished, there was almost an immediate difference: Her cold hands were slowly getting warmer, and her skin was gaining color.

Doyoung let out a sigh of relief. “The worst is over. She’ll be okay.”

“So now what happens?” Yuta was still very unsure of what he had done.

“We clean her up and let her rest.” It was simple but Doyoung began to wipe the dried blood and mud from her face with a rag. Yuta joined him slowly, coving more ground between the two of them. He had never cared for someone this much: certainly not enough to wipe blood from their cheeks.

Once her wounds were sewn and her hair was its regular shade of sunshine, Doyoung carried her to her bedroom, were the walls reflected the gloomy morning. He tucked her into the soft sheets and closed the door behind him to let her rest.

Yuta, who was flush against the wall again, knew better than to ask questions, but he didn’t have to. It was Doyoung who inquired.

“An incubus, huh? What exactly are you doing here?”

“I- We- it’s complicated…”

“I see. You know, I can tell you have a strange bond with my sister. One formed in magic. It’s quite strong.”

Sister…, Yuta never knew Lily had a brother, she really hadn’t mentioned much of a family. He only knew her to live on the outskirts of the city in a small cottage, alone.

“So, what’re you then? And how did you know she needed help?” He broke away from the wall and meandered closer to where Doyoung was brewing a cup of coffee.

“I’m a witch doctor; a healer. I’ve been staying close in the area. Lily told me she had been courted by the Book of Spells, so I’ve been doing my best to keep an eye on her. I could sense that something was off about her, but it may have just been you.”

Doyoung was not particularly fond of demonic creatures. He had several encounters with them, but never took any interest in them like his sister. She befriended the monsters in her closet and Doyoung banished them.

“Did I do this?...” Yuta’s voice was soft as he opened a place of his heart he didn’t even know he had, to a complete stranger.

“No,” Doyoung reassured. “If anything, I’m glad you found her when you did. Who knows what she could’ve done if you hadn’t been here?”

“Is she… evil? Is that why I like her so much?” His eyes went wide as the words flowed out of him. He never admitted to liking her.

Doyoung was unphased by the comment. “It’s possible. The Book of Spells certainly doesn’t court heroes.”

Yuta thought about the idea for a moment. Why was she willing to touch a demon, to befriend one, even care for someone like him? What was he to her? And what was she to him?

But thoughts were interrupted by Doyoung’s matter-of-fact nature. “I don’t think you are all evil, either. In fact, I think you and Lily balance. She could’ve become something much worse than Marchosias, but you were here to bring her back.”

They were silent now, in thoughts and words, just sitting awkwardly while Doyoung sipped at a cup of coffee, until he finally rose from his seat by the window and placed the mug in the sink before turning back to face Yuta.

“Take care of her. I know you will treat her well.”

And with that he opened the front door and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The small house was quiet, entirely. It was almost uncomfortably quiet for Yuta as he stood looking around at the aftermath of Doyoung’s power. Bloody rags were littered all over the floor along with wasted herbs and spices.

He felt overwhelmed, looking at the events of the day, so he opened the unstable door and sat on the porch step to think. The first thing he notice was that yard had been restored, was green and lush again. The indent in the ground where Lily was found had been filled.

It looked as though nothing had happened. The windchimes clanked together once more as a soft breeze filled the moist air. The flower beds in the windowsills were filled with color again as the gray of the sky began to fade.

How long will she take?

He sat and pondered on the porch step until the sun began to set and the star became visible. His head was less cloudy now and he was able to think clearly once more, only thinking about Lily’s wellbeing.

He stood from his sentinel post and shifted to go back inside, hoping that it would welcome him as she did. Upon reentry, the mess had been cleaned and placed in its rightful home. It was spotless from top to bottom. He glanced up to find his favorite scent had been replaced above the door frames.

He was careful to keep his footsteps light as he made his was to her bedroom, where he saw her under the bright stars of the night sky. She looked as beautiful as anything he’d ever seen, all comfy and cozy in her soft bed.

He slipped in next to her under the covers, careful not to wake her. Her caressed her exposed shoulder with the pads of his fingers, truly feeling her for the first time.

He closed his eyes and took her hand as he projected himself into her dreams. There he saw the two of them together, living a happy life full of wholesome enjoyment and passionate desire. There they would remain as the world was at peace once again.

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yoonguurt · 4 years

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Quatervois pt. 2

Warnings: cursing, violence, smoking, drinking

Pairing: Mark x reader, Yuta x reader

The sound of your alarm brought you into consciousness and you reached over to silence the annoying tone. You had set it early enough to give yourself plenty of time to wake up a little before getting ready to meet Yuta at the coffee shop. You turned to Mark’s side of the bed, finding it empty which was unusual for this time of day, Mark usually slept until late afternoon on the day after a party. You grabbed your phone, scrolling through your notifications for a text from your boyfriend, but there was nothing. Why was he acting like this? He had been fine until Yuta messaged you and that changed his whole mood, but that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to you. And this was the only time you could think of when he had left without telling you where he would be, and that upset you. What if something happened to him? Would you even know?

You did your best to push your hurt and confusion aside, choosing to spend your extra time tidying up the apartment. The cleaning didn’t help as much as you had hoped it would, but by the time you got out of the shower, you felt a small amount better. You flipped through your closet for a while before settling on a light blue sundress that you hadn’t been able to wear yet, locked your apartment up and headed to the coffee shop. The weather was nice again today and you stopped just outside the coffee shop for a moment to enjoy the breeze, your moment being interrupted by a voice to your left. “Why are you just standing there with your eyes closed, you weirdo?” You turned to find a wide smiled Yuta not even bothering to hold in his laugh. You gave him a slight shove before the two of you went inside.

You made your way to the booth as Yuta went to order your drinks, make yourself comfortable as you look out of the window, still trying to keep your thoughts from drifting to Mark. The sound of the drinks sliding across the table snaps your attention back to Yuta, who is giving you a bright smile, and you try your best to match his expression, hoping he doesn’t realize how fake it is. “Alright, spill. I can see right through that fake ass smile so out with it. It is too early for the late riser?” So much for him not noticing. You let out a huff of air from your nose, rolling your eyes in the process, before bringing your coffee to your mouth. You notice Yuta straighten his posture in the seat across from you and set down his drink. “Ok. Nakamoto Yuta, full time best friend, part time therapist at your service.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the serious tone and deadpan face he had put on, and you definitely had to admit that he had always had a way of making you laugh, while also making you want to talk about whatever was bothering you. He flashed you a small smile, paired with a wink, and just like that you were telling him about Mark’s weird behavior.

Yuta feels a stark difference in emotion now than he did when he first arrived. When he walked up and saw you standing there with your eyes closed in your pretty blue sundress, he felt the air leave his body. You looked so beautiful, hair and dress dancing in the slight breeze, all he had wanted to do was rush over to you and sweep you up in his arms and kiss you with every bit of love he could give. That happy feeling had been replaced with confusion and apprehension. He sat across from you, listening to you recount Mark’s strange behavior, both before and after the party and this morning, he feels himself start to clench his fists under the table. His thoughts flash back to the previous day and how quickly Mark had wanted you to leave with him, then to the words you had just spoken, and now that he was thinking about it, every time Yuta had plans with you for the last month or so, Mark would either show up and beg you to come home with him or you would cancel because Mark had asked you to. Mark was getting more possessive and that didn’t set well with him, and the fact that he only seemed to care about you being with him unless it came to Johnny’s parties made him feel even more suspicious. From his experience, Mark had not once tried to persuade you to go with him to Johnny’s and that felt fishy to Yuta. He notices your eyes are trained on him expectantly, obviously waiting on him to give you his opinion. He feels himself take a deep breath, ready to tell you what you need to hear, even if it isn’t what you want to hear.

You stare at Yuta from across the table, waiting for him to speak. He had sat and listened to your story without a word, and while you appreciated him not interrupting, you wanted his opinion. He took a breath, making eye contact with you as he did so. “Y/N, it really seems to me like Mark is getting more possessive and jealous and that really isn’t good. I can’t give you a reason why he would be doing this, he hasn’t said anything to me about anything, but you really should have a talk with him.” Yuta finished with a small smile, which you returned as you let your eyes fall to your drink as you gave it a stir. You knew that he was right, Mark had started becoming more possessive and jealous, and you knew that wasn’t ok and that you needed to talk to him about it. But you also knew that talking to him wouldn’t just be talking, there would be another fight and you didn’t necessarily want that. The two of you sat in silence as you thought about how to handle this situation before you finally came to a decision. “You’re right.” you gave a deep breath and took a sip of your drink before you continued. “I’ll talk to him when I get home.” With all of the sad talk, you decided to enjoy the rest of your time with Yuta and quickly changed the subject.

Mark leans up against Jaehyun’s car in the parking lot of the liquor store, mood still sour from you refusing to cancel your plans with Yuta. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his friend approach him, hand outstretched. “You want a smoke? You look like you could use one.” Normally, Mark wouldn’t accept because though you never give him any shit about smoking, he knows the smell irritates your nose, but today he doesn’t care. He can hear Jaehyun starting to talk as he lights his cigarette and he turns his body to give the man his full attention. “I know that’s your girl and all, but you really gotta get her under control, man. You know that I never liked her, but I put up with having her around for you and if you want my opinion, something’s going on with her and Yuta.” Mark feels himself stiffen at the sound of that. He’s thought Yuta may have feelings for you, but for the first time he’s considering you may be returning those feelings. Before he can follow that train of thought too far, he sees Johnny walking up with Taeyong.

“Hey guys, figured I’d find you two here. Just wanted to make sure you were coming again tonight.” Mark gave the older man a smile along with a “shit yeah” before giving Johnny a high five and telling him they’d see him later. “Like I was saying, I think it’s finally time for you to tell that girl that her days of hanging out with Yuta are done. It’s either you or him.” Mark had never had any intention of telling you that you couldn’t spend time with Yuta before, but now that seemed like the best option to him. “It’ll probably take her some time to accept it, but she’ll make the right choice, which is you. And while you’re at it, might be better not to tell her you’re going to the party. If she tries to fight you on this and you leave, she’s likely to follow you to the party and keep being a bitch.” He had to admit that that made a lot of sense. “You know, you’re right. I’ll talk to her as soon as I get him and tell her I’m heading to your place, she doesn’t know where that is.” He felt Jaehyun give him a pat on the back and he turned to see him smiling. “Good thinking, buddy.”

Taeyong stands next to Jonny as he talks to Mark and Jaehyun, face deadpan. He doesn’t want to be here and he doesn’t understand why Johnny seems to really like Mark and Jaehyun so damn much. Mark, he can kind of understand since Johnny doesn’t know what he does at the parties, and honestly if Taeyong didn’t know he would like Mark too. Jaehyun is a different story, though. He’s rude and almost any time there is a fight or any kind of disturbance around campus, Jaehyun is involved in some form. He just can’t see why Johnny continues to let him come into his home. His gaze flits between Mark and Jaehyun as Mark lets Johnny know that the two of them will be coming tonight, his eyes landing on Mark’s form. Right then, he decides he has to try to get you to this party. He may not have the courage to tell you what’s going on, but he’s damn sure going to find a way for you to find out.

As they walk away from Jaehyun’s car, Taeyong starts to form his plan and put it into action. “You’re going to invite Yuta, right? He’s always fun to have around.” He looks up at Johnny as he walks beside him, trying his best not to stare at him for too long so he doesn’t give himself away. He looks at the ground and Johnny throws his arm around his shoulders, hand patting his shoulder gently with a smile on his face. “You read my mind. I was just thinking about checking the coffee shop and seeing if he’s there.” Taeyong has to shake his head gently in an attempt to rid his cheeks of their red tint before he even bothers trying to form a reply. “He should be, he’s there every single day. Maybe he can actually convince Y/N to go this time.’ He watches as Johnny’s eyes light up at the mention of you and he can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips at the sight. “You’re just full of great ideas, another reason I love having you around.” He smiles back as Johnny gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Come on, let’s get to the shop.”

“Do remember the time you woke up late and rushed to school in your pajamas, only to call me to come get you because it was Saturday? Your hair was sticking up all over the place and you just looked so mad.” Yuta’s laughter at your past embarrassment rang out throughout the entire shop as you sat there with a pout. “We agreed to never bring that up! I had had a rough week!” After a moment of pouting, Yuta’s laugh became too infectious to ignore and you dropped the angry act and joined in. “Ok, but what about the time you-” your attempt at pay back was interrupted by a knocking on the window next to you. Slightly startled, you whipped your head to face the window to see a smiling Johnny, face pressed up against the window, and an obviously grossed out Taeyong doing his best to pull the larger boy away. You let out a loud giggle and you smile and wave for him to come inside.

“You go wash your face right now, there’s no telling what’s been on that window. Go.” An exasperated Taeyong comes over to sit next to Yuta as a cackling Johnny waves and walks to the bathroom. “I swear that man is going to be the death of my nerves.” Taeyong lets out a heavy sigh as he runs his hand through his hair and Johnny comes back to sit next to you. “There is no- you know what, I’ll deal with that later.” Johnny laughs and reaches across the table and ruffles Taeyong’s hair with a smile and a wink “Who said you were in charge?” You watch as Taeyong coughs a little before turning to face Yuta, causing Johnny to chuckle a little as he looks to Yuta as well. “So, Nakamoto, coming tonight?” You can see the flash of consideration come across your best friend’s face as he gives it some thought. Beside him, Taeyong begins of a chorus of ‘please please please’ followed by a ‘come on Nakamoto’ from Johnny before Yuta finally agrees to come. The shift in attention to you is immediate as Johnny and Taeyong turn to face you and you immediately know where this is going.

“Y/N? You know you wanna come too.” Johnny’s voice is quite a few octaves higher and more sing-songy than normal and you stifle a laugh as he begins to wiggle around in the booth next to you. For a moment, you consider going, but then you remember that you have to have a talk with Mark and you aren’t really expecting it to go very well. “Sorry to disappoint guys, but I kind of have something important to take care of.” A string of sighs ring out from around the table, with a few pleads from both Johnny and Taeyong.”Ok how about this, let me see how I’m feeling later on tonight. Deal? I promise I’ll let you know.” The two men take a few seconds to think about it before nodding. “I’ll hold you to that! We gotta go get ready. See you later, Yuta. Hopefully you too, Y/N.”

You watch as Johnny and Taeyong leave, thoughts running through how you want your conversation with Mark to go. Deciding that you should probably head back to your apartment and prepare, you stand and slide out of the booth, Yuta following behind you. “Thank you for hanging out today. And for talking to me and helping me figure out what to do. I really appreciate it.” You stretch your arms out towards him, taking a step forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug. “ It’s really no problem, Y/N. I’m always here for whatever you need.” His arms settle around you, giving you a slight squeeze and pulling you just a tiny bit closer to his body. Just as you’re about to pull away, you hear the bell over the coffee shop door ring, signalling someone entering. ‘What’s going on here?”

You turn to find Mark standing behind you, eyes boring into both you and Yuta. You had only seen the current look on his face a couple of times before, but you definitely knew the anger he felt behind it. Heaving a quiet sigh, you took a step towards your boyfriend. “We were just saying goodbye and I was thanking Yuta for hanging out today.” You noticed Mark scoff slightly before taking the few remaining steps towards you.” Come on, we’re leaving. We have some things to discuss.” His tone was harsher than he had ever used with you and you felt your feet all but plant themselves into the floor in defiance. “Now, Y/N.” His demanding tone caused a flare of anger to flash through you. He had no right to talk to you like that. “You’re right, we do have things to talk about, but you aren’t going to talk to me like that. I don’t deserve such a harsh tone, Mark.” You saw the flicker of rage in his eyes as he took the last step and came to rest directly in front of you. He reached out, hand wrapping itself around your arm roughly and a bit too tight for your liking. Any attempt at pulling yourself from his grasp resulting in a tighter grip.

“Let go of her, Mark. There’s no need for all that, you’re holding on too tight, man.” The shift in Mark’s focus from you to Yuta was scary and quick. His face was flush with red as his anger seemed to hit its high as he let go of you to move to face Yuta. This side of Mark was extremely new to you, and a side that you didn’t like at all. You weren’t sure where it was coming from, aside from his recently growing jealousy and possessiveness, Mark had always been a sweet and calm guy, seeing him like this was shocking and unpleasant. “Mind your own fucking business, Yuta. It’s not like I hit her or hurt her, so fuck off. Stop injecting yourself into MY relationship with MY girlfriend.” Mark stood so close to Yuta, their faces were almost touching and neither was backing down. Seeing the possible bad ways this could go, you finally jumped into action. “Mark! Knock it off. Stop being a dick, you’re causing a scene in public.” Mark took a small step back, not breaking eye contact with Yuta, whose face was blank but you could see the anger etched into his features. Mark finally turned around and walked to the door with a low “come on” and you turned to Yuta, telling him that you were sorry and that you would call him later before you followed behind Mark.

The walk back to your apartment was silent, and for that you were actually glad. You could practically see the steam Mark was emitting as he stomped off ahead of you. Again your thoughts went back to not recognizing your own boyfriend. Mark had never been a violent or angry man. Early on in your relationship, Mark had been nothing but shy and it had taken a few months for him to get past that. One of the only times you had ever seen him anywhere close to this angry was about 3 months into your relationship when some random man on campus had shoved you to the ground while running by. It had been a complete accident, but Mark had helped you up and made sure you were ok before yelling at the guy to watch where he was going and to slow down. It had always been one of your favorite memories because for the rest of that day, Mark had taken such great care of you, despite the fact that you were completely fine. And now it was tainted and ruined, his current anger wiping all good memories of Mark being anger from your mind.

The slamming of your apartment door brings you back to the present, and the sight of Mark standing in front of you with his chest heaving and face still tinged red makes you realize that you both need a moment before you jump into this conversation. “Alri-” Mark starts what seems like it is going to be a long winded rant and you promptly hold your hand up to signal for him to stop. His words immediately die in his throat as he holds his breath, eyes piercing yours. “I think we both need to take a minute to collect our thoughts. I don’t want a fight here, Mark. I just want to be able to talk like two adults. I’m going to go to the guest room and think about what I want to say, and I really think you should take this time to do the same.” Mark opens his mouth, obviously wanting to argue and have the conversation now, but you quirk one eyebrow up and walk away and you hear him sigh behind you. Closing the door to the guest room behind you, you sit yourself down on the bed with your head in your hands, taking a few deep breaths to pull yourself together a bit, picking your head up when you hear the water from the shower turn on. You really hope that the shower helps Mark calm down, though you strongly doubt that it will. Looking toward the desk beside the bed, you see a notepad and a pen and you reach for it, deciding to write down your thoughts.

After an hour, you open the guest room door and move to the living room, seeing that Mark has already dressed and is waiting for you on the couch. Taking one last deep breath, you take the chair across from him, making sure not to sit with your arms or legs crossed, wanting to show that you are open to having this conversation. You do notice that Mark did not take that same consideration, arms crossed over his chest. He stares at you, anger still very present in his eyes and though you know it isn’t a good idea, you let him talk first. “I don’t want you to see Yuta anymore. I think it’s time you cut ties. It really isn’t ok for you to be so close to him, especially since that includes having you wrapped around him so often.” You physically recoil from his words, shocked. There is no way he could have said what you think he just said. Absolutely no way. “You can’t be serious, Mark.” Your face is a portrait of confusion and hurt, looking at a man that you aren’t sure if you even know anymore.

“Oh, I’m very serious, sweetheart.” His voice and tone are laced with anger despite his use of the pet name. Somehow, him using a name that he has used countless times before in such a demeaning manner hurts more than his words or tone. You’ve always had the biggest smile when he called you sweetheart and now it’s just another memory that he’s ruined. All desire to keep open body language is gone as you fly to your feet, anger seeping from every pore in your body. “How dare you? Who do you think you are? Yuta is a friend, my BEST friend, and nothing more.” In a blink, Mark has gotten to his feet as well, voice raised louder than needed in anger. The thought of backing down is far from your mind as you stand your ground, refusing to take your eyes off of him.

“If you think that’s all he wants, you’re just fucking stupid! Everyone around campus can see the way he looks at you, Y/N. Don’t even try to tell me that you haven’t noticed, because I’m not dumb. And by the looks of what I walked in on today, you seem to feel the same!” Stunned. You’re actually stunned. You can’t form words or thoughts, you just stand there dumbfounded. It takes you a few seconds to muster your senses back up and as soon as you do, you don’t even bothering censoring yourself.

“First off, don’t you EVER call me stupid again. Second, your jealousy, which came out of nowhere might I add, has gotten far beyond out of hand. You have no right, and I do mean absolutely NO right, to tell me who I can and can not be friends with. I don’t know where you’re getting this idea from, but there is nothing going on between Yuta and I.” You take a break to take a few deep breaths, shooting Mark a pointed glance when he tries to start talking, causing him to shut his mouth as soon as it has fully opened. “I have not liked Jaehyun the entire time we have been together but NOT ONCE have I told you that you could not hang out with him. Not once, Mark.” As soon as you mention Jaehyun, Mark’s eyebrows furrow in anger, even though you hadn’t thought he could get more angry.

“That’s not the same thing and you know it. I’m not in love with Jaehyun and he sure as hell isn’t in love with me. This conversation is over. It’s either me or Yuta, you have the rest of tonight to decide. I expect an answer in the morning.” He moved to grab his jacket and as his hand landed on the door knob, your last bit of restraint snapped. With long strides, you made your way to him, stopping directly in front of him, looking up at him to stare into his eyes. Mark wasn’t the only who was angrier than you had ever seen. You had never been this angry in your life. Not only had your boyfriend, the one that was supposed to love and care about you, called you stupid, but he had also taken upon himself to give you an ultimatum, to make you chose between him and your best friend. And to top it off, he was leaving to go to a damn party directly after telling you that you had to choose. No. You weren’t having it.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re gonna set out ridiculous demands, ignore my point of view completely and tell me I have to choose between two of the most important people in my life and then just leave? For what!? A fucking party?” You were shaking with fury and though you knew it wasn’t ok to be yelling at him like this, but you just couldn’t help it. He had pushed you to your limits and was trying to run away and that wasn’t ok. He needed to stay and finish this and you were going to do your best to make sure he did.

“I’ve said what I had to say, Y/N, you just don’t want to listen. I’m not budging. I meant what I said, you have to choose, like it or not.” You watch as Mark throws his jacket on and snatches the door open, stopping in the doorway to turn and face you. “And just so you know, I’m not going to the fucking party. I told Jaehyun I would help him move some things and I’m keeping that promise. Don’t wait up, sweetheart.” And with that the door was slammed in your face.

Yuta shuts off the shower and runs his hands through his hair before toweling himself off and wrapping his towel around his waist. He moves to his closet, still needing to decide what to wear to the party, when he hears his phone ringing from the bed. Just from the ringtone, he can tell it’s you and though he would never admit it, he moves to answer it faster than he normally would. As soon as he speaks, he hears your sniffles and knows that this is not a call to let him know you’re going to the party with him. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He listens for a moment, trying to focus on what you’re saying through your sobs and sniffles. “I’ll be there in 10. Breathe, Y/N. I’m coming.” As soon as he hangs up, he grabs the first thing he can find to wear, no longer caring about the party. In under a minute, he’s out the door and walking towards your apartment, it isn’t a long walk on the best of days and today he’s walking as fast as he can without running. His thoughts race through all the possible ways your talk with Mark could have gone. Obviously it didn’t go well since you ended up calling him in tears, and that recollection has his balling his fists. Mark made you cry and Yuta hated that, and if he had his way, Mark would get a good kick in the ass. He hated the way his thoughts drifted to how much better he would treat you, but he couldn’t deny that it was a fact. He would never make you cry and even though he hated feeling this way, he still had hope that one day you’d give him the chance to show you.

The knock on your door has you scrambling to answer it. You know it’s Yuta, and you really need him right now. The worrying about what to do could come later, right now you just needed your best friend. When you open the door, you see his eyes scan over your body to make sure you are safe and unharmed before settling on your face, worry very present in them.

The sight before his eyes broke Yuta’s heart. Your hair was messy from you running your hands through it, eyes puffy and face red from crying. He didn’t even stop to think before reaching out and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He knew you wouldn’t be able to tell him much in your current condition, so he gently led you to the couch, whispering calming words into your ear before encouraging you to tell him what happened. As he listened to what happened, his anger from before came flooding back. How could Mark be so cold to such a treasure? Did he not realize how truly special you were? And who did he think he was telling you who you could and could not hang out with? That’s not how relationships work. He also felt angry at himself for not realizing just how bad Mark’s behavior had gotten. When you had finally calmed down, he took his arm from around your shoulder long enough to get you some water before wrapping you up again. He had an idea and though he was pretty sure you wouldn’t go for it, he had to give it a shot.

“Yuta, I don’t know. I really don’t think going to a party is the best idea right now.” You had considered going before everything with Mark blew up, but after crying for what felt like hours, you really just wanted to stay at home and watch a movie. Yuta was persistent, though, and he was making some pretty good points. Johnny and Taeyong would definitely be able to cheer you up, even if only a little. And the big point was that Mark wouldn’t be there, that was important. You really didn’t want to see him right now. Making the decision to not drink, just to go to hangout with some friends, you tell Yuta to wait while you shower and get changed.

Mark walks up to Johnny’s door, Jaehyun falling in step beside him. He still feels tense and angry from the conversation turned yelling match and he almost wants to turn around to go some place more quiet. “Hey man, don’t sweat it, Tonight’s about you, just enjoy your night.” He hears Jaehyun’s words, but doesn’t bother giving a verbal response, just a simple nod. He can’t get over how unreasonable you’re being. It isn’t like he asked you to stop seeing your family or anything. He just doesn’t like you spending so much time with Yuta, and he still feels like that is a valid feeling to have. His thoughts are briefly interrupted by a red cup being thrust into his line of vision. He knows drinking probably isn’t the best idea right now, but that doesn’t stop him from taking the cup from Jaehyun, downing it in two gulps. “There we go! Let’s get tonight started the right way.” His friend’s words bring a small smile to his face, and he feels a small amount better already. A strong hand clamps down on his shoulder and Jaehyun’s voice floods his ears. “Alright. We really need to get your mind off of that bitch of a girlfriend of yours. Let’s go have a look around, huh?” Any other time, he’d say something to Jaehyun about calling you a bitch, but tonight he just doesn’t want to. As they walk through, the crowd, Jaehyun points out a pretty brunette to him. About the same time, he notices a girl with red hair standing nearby. He looks back and forth between the two women, trying to make up his mind on which to approach. “Why not both?” The words come from beside him and he thinks that might be the best idea he’s heard in awhile.

Standing in front of your closet, fumbling through the coat hangers trying to figure out what to wear. After a few moments, you decide that you don’t really feel like dressing up too much, but you also don’t want to show up in sweats, so you decide on something simple. A black tank top and black jeans, which you pair with your black sneakers. Sure, it’s a lot of black, but you’re comfortable so that’s all that really matters. You enter the living room, doing your best to return the bright smile Yuta is giving you. “Ready?” You know he’s giving you the option to back out even though it was his idea, and you really are grateful for that, but your mind is made up. “Ready.” You give a firm nod of your head, making sure he knows your decision is final. You’re going to do your best to have a good time, damn it.

The walk to Johnny’s feels far longer than it actually is, the second thoughts have crept into your mind and aren’t going away easily. What if Mark comes back to actually talk about things and you aren’t there? Wouldn’t that make things worse? Yuta apparently notices your thoughts spiraling, bumping into your shoulder with his. “Everything is going to be ok, Y/N. You’ll find a way to fix this mess with Mark. And tonight is going to be fine. You’ve been locked away studying for so long now, it’ll be good for you to spend time with some friends.” You know he’s right, you have been studying every weekend for months now, and this probably will be good for you. By the time you resolved yourself again, you’re in front of Johnny’s door. You reach your hand up to knock only to hear a chuckle coming from beside you as a hand reached up to push yours down. “Man, it really has been a while, huh? You don’t have to knock, Y/N.” Still laughing, Yuta pushes the door open and steps inside.

The extreme crowd has you feeling slightly intimidated. You knew Johnny’s parties were big, but somehow you didn’t think they would be this big. Yuta turns to you, gently taking your hand and leads the way through the crowd. You hear a loud laugh coming from your left, immediately recognizing it as Johnny’s and soon the two of you are standing in front of him and Taeyong. As soon as you’re close enough, two pairs of arms reach out for you, smiles on Johnny’s and Taeyong’s faces as they pull you into a hug. “You came! Today is the happiest day of my life!” You can tell Johnny has already had a few drinks, but his excitement in seeing you made you feel good. Taeyong rolls his eyes at Johnny’s over the top reaction, pushing him aside slightly so he could give you a proper hug. With such a warm welcome, you were slowly starting to feel better. Johnny pulls Taeyong off of you, giving him a stern look before turning to you. “No hogging.” You see a small smirk on his lips before he turns to Taeyong and gives him a wink as he pulls him into a hug. “Alright. Anybody want a drink since I’m heading that way?” Johnny looks around with his eyebrow quirked and you all shake your heads and he heads off back in the direction you came.

“I’m really glad you came, Y/N.” His smile and tone made you feel like Taeyong really meant that and you gave him a wide smile as you told him that you were glad too. And you really were. You may not have wanted to come at first, and even though the volume of people was ideal, you were enjoying being out with the three men, even if you hadn’t really done anything but stand there. The three of you stood around talking about your weeks, how Taeyong really liked the song that was playing, then laughing as he did a little dance. After a little more conversation, Taeyong suddenly stills, expression serious. “Y/N, I need to tell you som-” he was interrupted by Jonny’s booming voice coming up from behind you. “Y/N! I’m really surprised you didn’t come with Mark.” Mark? Confusion washed over you at the tall man’s mention of your boyfriend. And why would he be surprised you hadn’t come with him? Especially since he wasn’t here? Looking up to meet Johnny’s gaze, your face twisted in confusion. “Why would that surprise you? Mark didn’t come tonight. He said something about going to help Jaehyun with something.” No one spoke for a few moments, eyes flickering around to each member in the little circle you had formed. Johnny looked a bit hesitant, but answered you anyway. “Well, I just saw him on the way to the kitchen. It’s him and Jaehyun and a couple of their...friends.” You didn’t like the pause he had at the end of his sentence. But you couldn’t think about what that meant right now. Mark had lied to you. Right to your face. All of the effort you had put into trying to forget about the fight and just enjoy yourself was quickly reversed. Your face fell into a stoney expression as you locked eyes with Johnny. “Where?”

“Y/N wait!” You hear Taeyong call out to you, but you ignore it. You don’t care about possibly causing a scene or embarrassing yourself in front of an endless amount of people. Mark, your boyfriend, lied straight to your face. He tried to control who you see and then lied to you. You thought you had seen the worst of your anger earlier during the fight, but that was nothing compared to what you felt now. You half wished you could blame your anger on alcohol, but you hadn’t had a drop. No, this was just the feeling of being fed up. You feel a tug at your wrist and you round on whoever decided it was a good idea to grab you, ready to give them a few choice words, to find Yuta. “I’m not letting you do this alone this time.” You wanted to be able to tell him that having him there made the anger ease, but that would be a lie. While you were still every bit as angry, you also had a sense of relief to have your best friend by your side. Weaving through the crowd, you finally made it to where Johnny told you he had seen Mark. Looking around, you started to think that Johnny had been mistaken. But then you saw it. Mark standing in a corner, tongue down the throat of a red haired woman, hand on the ass of a brunette.

Slapped. That’s how you felt. Like someone had just slapped you in the face. You stood there for a moment, watching your boyfriend cheat on you with not one, but two women. How could he? Just because you had a fight? Your body slowly regained it’s will to move and your rage hit full force as you started towards Mark. You were only able to take two steps before a body stepped in front of you abruptly, causing you to run into their chest. Lifting your eyes to see the face that the chest belonged to, you feel another spike of anger. “Get out of my way, Jaehyun.” The man just stares at you, giving a shake of his head, refusing to move. You repeat yourself, a little louder this time, but he stays put. “This doesn’t concern you. He’s a grown man and he can do as he pleases. Go home.” You scoff at Jaehyun’s words, confused as to how he could possibly think that this doesn’t concern you. Steeling yourself, you hold his gaze, making sure he knows that you know exactly what you’re doing. “Fuck off and get out of my way.” The smirk that played on his face immediately fell in a scowl, the lines of his face tightening in anger. He lowers his face, bringing it closer to yours. “Watch how you talk to me, bitch.”

Before you realize what is happening, you're pushed behind another body as Yuta quickly puts you behind him. “You watch how you talk to her.” The tone of Yuta’s voice was unlike you had ever heard. If you didn’t know for absolutely certain that he would never hurt you, you would be afraid. It was deep and almost growl like as he spoke to Jaehyun. Things escalated so quickly, you almost missed it. You couldn’t hear Jaehyun’s reply, but whatever it was it struck a chord with Yuta. In a flash, his right arm moved from his side and connected with Jaehyun’s jaw, while his left gave you a small shove to get you further back. “I meant what I said.” From the distance Yuta had given you, you watched as Jaehyun staggered a bit before recovering and taking his own swing at Yuta. Yuta swiftly dodges and swings again, catching Jaehyun in the ribs.The man recoiled a bit but still refused to give up, giving one last swing. This one making contact with Yuta’s cheek. Before either man could make another move, Johnny’s voice rang out.

“What the hell is going on here!?” You watched as Yuta moved to talk to Johnny, probably to explain the situation, but your attention was quickly shifted elsewhere. “Y/N?” Mark stood in front of you, shock and confusion written all over his face. “How long?” Despite how much you wanted your voice to match the tone you had used with Jaehyun, your words came out hushed. When Mark didn’t answer, you found the will to repeat yourself, louder this time. “How long!?” Mark’s face morphed from confused to angry in a split second. “I don’t answer to you, Y/N.” You knew you shouldn’t have, but your hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it connected with Mark’s cheek. Hurt flashed through Mark’s eyes, but you couldn’t seem to make yourself care. “I’m done. It’s over.” Turning your back to him, you grabbed Yuta’s hand and pulled him towards the front door.

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Noir (yutae)

Week III pt. 1

Tokyo – fall of 1983: Nakamoto Yuta is quickly rising in the ranks of one of Japan’s most notorious yakuza families, and he’s poised to climb even further if he can stop himself from being ruined by the pretty Korean boy who’s shown up out of nowhere.

Glossary of Japanese words

Characters: Yuta x Taeyong + NCT ensemble, Twice J-line (for funsies)

Genres: Gang!AU, angst, smut, fluff, 1980s!AU

Warnings: graphic violence, swearing, minor character death, alcohol use, mentions of drugs, period-typical homophobia, xenophobia, BDSM

Rating: 18+

Length: 9.7k

Every day at work since the night in the car with Yuta was torturous for Taeyong. He found himself wishing he had just been left alone at the electronics shop in Akihabara but no – Yuta had to pluck him up and complicate an already complicated situation. Maybe that was what Taeyong deserved for getting his hopes up and prying. Yuta had been glum for the first couple of days and Taeyong thought he caught him trying to approach the topic a few times, but Yuta would either drop it before he even opened his mouth or else Taeyong would remove himself from Yuta’s presence. Eventually, Yuta seemed to decide that the best way to handle what had transpired was to not handle it. He went back to acting cordial and more or less professional, and Taeyong figured he should too even if he couldn’t always shake the memory of the humiliated tears which escaped his eyes that night.

It had been four days when Taeyong found himself in a communal space at headquarters, sulking over a sour plum onigiri he’d bought for lunch at Lawson. Doyoung, Jaehyun, Johnny, and Taeil were there with him, having a smoke break and waiting for orders from the Oyabun or from Yuta. Well, all but Jaehyun, who was only there to distract himself from his studies. Taeyong knew from the way he and Yuta had been acting that everyone probably suspected something – but no one asked.

Johnny was talking to the others about some girl he was seeing while, in the corner, Doyoung was, as the only non-smoker, listening and practicing throwing a small knife into a corkboard. Taeyong wasn’t really paying attention and was sitting in the opposite corner next to the open window so he could taste his food.

“Taeyong!” yelled Johnny, clearly trying to knock Taeyong out of his stupor with some good cheer. “You should come around to my place this evening. I’m closed tonight so we can all get drunk and have a grand old time. These guys will all be there, right?” The indicated guys nodded their heads. “Unfortunately,” quipped Doyoung.

“Right,” Johnny continued, “what do you say?”

Taeyong chewed his food slowly. He didn’t have to think about what he’d do, he just felt like taking his time. “I don’t think I can,” he explained, “I’m going somewhere with Yuta tonight. For his project.”

Johnny cocked his head, expression betraying concern. “Well maybe you two can swing by after. Just let me know if you decide to.”

“Alright.”

Taeyong felt like his general demeanor had brought down the rapport in the room that had existed during whatever bawdy story Johnny was in the midst of telling before. The only sound for several beats was the THWACK of Doyoung’s knife lodging into its target. Finally, Jaehyun spoke.

“What are you two doing?” he asked Taeyong.

“We’re going into Shinjuku to meet up with someone named Donghyuck who has contacts that might be helpful. Do you know him?”

Taeil spluttered. “Oh, you haven’t met Donghyuck yet?” he asked.

Taeyong paused his chewing, wondering if there was something he should be aware of that might be concerning to him.

“No,” he said, “is that a problem?”

Taeil laughed again, the dregs of his earlier outburst. “Just be on your toes. He’s a street kid, kind of like you were, but infinitely more obnoxious and he likes to test the new recruits. You’ve got to establish dominance before he gets too much under your skin. I know you don’t want to look like a little bitch in front of Yuta, yeah?”

“Oi!” Jaehyun warned Taeil with a quick glare. “Maybe cool it with that.”

THWACK! Everyone turned their attention to Doyoung. “That kid is Satan spawn,” he said coolly, going to retrieve his knife from where it was lodged.

“Oh, you know you love him though,” Johnny jested, then turning his attention back to Taeyong. “But don’t worry about it; he’s not even old enough to have a driver’s licence – you can handle him.”

Taeyong just nodded.

“I never said I didn’t love him, Johnny,” said Doyoung with a sly smile. “I am a Satanist after all.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Taeil interjected. “You just want to sound clever.”

***

That evening, Taeyong met Yuta at their pre-arranged spot below an elevated highway. Yuta greeted Taeyong curtly – although Taeyong read some of the discomfort on the other man’s face more as guilt than contempt – and introduced Taeyong to the young man by his side.

“Taeyong,” he said, “this is our associate, Donghyuck. Donghyuck, Taeyong.”

Donghyuck was slightly shorter than Yuta, with shaggy black hair and a round, jovial face. He had a couple of Inagawa-kai themed tattoos on his neck and wrists and carried a baseball bat with him. Must be a confident kid to get away with that, Taeyong figured.

“I’ve been told to watch out for you,” said Taeyong by way of a greeting.

Donghyuck smirked. “I have no idea why that would be,” he sing-songed. “If those guys at headquarters can’t handle a shatei then I think that says more about them than it does about me. Now,” he continued, grinding a foot into the gravel below him and clinking his bat against the ground, “shall we be on our way?”

They started under the overpass towards an area populated by office buildings and construction projects. Since they were on the edges of Shinjuku, in a sort of no-man’s land between neighborhoods, there weren’t many people around and Taeyong wondered to himself what kind of weird stuff went on in the shadowy corners under the highway once the sun started to set like it was. Mostly though, he just tried to avoid getting pooped on by the pigeons loitering above.

“Where are we going?” Taeyong asked.

“Donghyuck is our go-between for gaining information on the operations of other yakuza groups. He knows the small-time gangs that do business with them informally, since that’s the world he was part of when we plucked him up,” Yuta explained. “We’re going to go meet with one such gang in their hideout.”

Taeyong nodded as they approached a wall of gray buildings. “What does this have to do with Sana-san?” he asked.

“That’s what we’re here to find out,” said Yuta, looking the closest to normal spirits that Taeyong had seen him in days – probably because he anticipated a big break in the investigation. Taeyong thought Yuta might know more than he was letting on, but he was mostly just happy to feel some of the tension between them letting up. Even if their interaction in Yuta’s car scarred Taeyong every time he laid eyes on the other man, he knew it was in his best interest to be personally liked by his greatest advocate.

The three continued walking on the desolate sidewalk and, out of curiosity, Taeyong turned to Donghyuck, who had inched uncomfortably close to his side. Taeyong chose to ignore that.

“You ever join the Bosozoku?” Taeyong asked, eyeing the baseball bat: a favorite of the biker gangs.

Donghyuck raised his eyes at Taeyong like he was an idiot. “No!” he said. “Besides, you think they’d take me? Fucking fascists.”

“I was just wondering about the bat,” explained Taeyong with an almost faraway laugh. “One time I got beat up with one just like it.”

“Oh yeah?” Donghyuck asked swinging the weapon around viscerally with an intense expression which reminded Taeyong of himself a few years earlier. “Then you understand how I feel about Bosozoku. I stole this baby from the leader of the Black Emperors!”

Donghyuck skipped out ahead of Taeyong and Yuta a few steps and turned around to walk backwards, holding the bat over his shoulders with one hand. He reached into his pocket, rummaging around for something.

“Speaking of stealing,” he said, pulling Taeyong’s wallet from his pocket, “you need to be more aware of your shit, kumi-san .”

Before Taeyong could make any words materialize to express his shock and irritation, Yuta spoke for him.

“Hyuck,” he said, “that is wholly inappropriate. I’m going to have to request that you give my partner his wallet back right now.”

Donghyuck threw the wallet at Taeyong with just enough warning for him to catch it, then turned the right way around. Yuta sped up to catch his subordinate and place him in a playful walking headlock.

“That was very disrespectful to your elder,” he chided.

Donghyuck faked a choking sound and spat on the sidewalk to his left, causing Yuta to let up off of him.

“I’ve worked for you for longer,” he complained.

“Damn, now I know why everyone warned me about you,” said Taeyong, replacing his wallet and patting himself to confirm the presence of his other possessions, having finally regained his voice. “Brat.”

“Oi!” Donghyuck spun around, wielding his bat and only calming down when Yuta placed a hand on his shoulder and plucked the weapon from his hands. Taeyong laughed and Donghyuck looked at his boss in disbelief.

“Your men are totally out of control, apparently!” he whined, and Yuta tutted, spinning Donghyuck around and recommencing in the direction of a large under-construction high rise. He pulled Donghyuck into his side.

“Now listen,” he began, “you certainly don’t get to tell me when to discipline my men. Alright, shatei ?”

Yuta let Donghyuck go as he nodded begrudgingly. “Yes, Shategashira .”

“Good,” said Yuta. “I’ll kick your ass if you try anything else.”

Taeyong barely registered the end of the interaction playing out in front of him because he was too busy trying to process the flow of blood he felt at the insinuation that he should be ‘disciplined.’

They stopped before the chipped doorway of the high rise. The structure seemed almost complete, but it was difficult to tell under the scaffolding.

“Here??” asked Taeyong, growing more confused by the minute. When he was a teenager he had sometimes messed around with his friends in rundown buildings and other sketchy locales, but never in an active construction site.

Yuta nodded mildly and turned his attention to Donghyuck, handing him back his bat under the condition that he be good and control himself. Donghyuck took the bat back with a pointed glare and went inside. Yuta looked at Taeyong.

“After you,” he directed.

Taeyong followed Donghyuck up several dilapidated sets of stairs. The interior of the building was about what would be expected; lots of brick, concrete, raw drywall, and exposed wiring. Some of the walls were damp from unfinished plumbing and the farther they made their way up the stairs, the more convinced Taeyong became that this project had been abandoned for some reason.

Finally, they came to a steel door which Donghyuck pushed them through, and then to an equally dank hallway that smelled of duckweed. There was barely any light on account of it being dusk, and this fact made Taeyong’s skin prickle.

“Last door on the right, Shategashira ,” Donghyuck instructed as Yuta moved past him down the hall. Taeyong followed all the way until Yuta had entered the indicated room, at which point he felt something hard and rounded brushing against the back of his head. He paused where he was just on the outside of the naked doorframe and put his hands up. Looking to his side, he realized that Donghyuck was looking at him, smirking but angry seeming at the same time, and holding his bat up to Taeyong’s head as if teeing him up.

“ Kumi-in ,” began Donghyuck, “this is strike two. I thought you seemed soft. And Yuta’s soft enough already. If you want to survive together you need to be more aware, got it?”

Taeyong nodded, trying not to seem too intimidated by someone four years his junior. He heard Yuta yelling for them from inside the room.

“Point taken,” he said. “May I be on my way?”

Donghyuck nodded, bumping his bat lightly against Taeyong’s head for good measure before pulling it away.

“Don’t let there be a strike three,” Taeyong heard Donghyuck say behind him as he entered the room.

Inside was an industrial attic of sorts with lots of metal beams, trash scattered over the floors, and a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling on a wire, illuminating three late teens to early twenties looking boys along with Yuta at a plastic table.

“What kept you?” asked Yuta.

“Haechan!” yelled the tallest of the boys, and Donghyuck approached the table with a sunshiny plump-cheeked grin. What a contrast .

“Sorry,” said Taeyong, eyes on the grimy floor. “Also, Haechan?”

“Nickname,” Yuta explained. “I think he uses it as a code name with his friends.”

“I see.”

“Who’s this guy?” asked one of the boys, almost yelling.

Yuta motioned towards Taeyong. “Jisung, Jeno, Jaemin, this is my new associate, Taeyong.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Taeyong and the three boys, each of them tall and rail thin, bowed unenthusiastically and returned the greeting.

“Yuta-san,” began the one in the middle. He had a squarer face than the others and if the order of their introduction was anything to go by, he would have to be Jeno. Taeyong wondered for a moment why they didn’t have to address Yuta by his title, but he figured it was because they didn’t technically work for the Inagawa-kai.

“You need more information on this girl, right? Sana-chan?” Jeno held up a small black and white photo of the girl Taeyong and Yuta had stalked the other night, walking with an older man in a suit.

“That’s her,” Yuta confirmed.

The boy on the far end of the table, Jaemin, leaned forward into the light. “Listen, boss, I don’t think you’ll like what we have to tell you.”

Taeyong snuck a glance at Yuta’s face, feeling the nerves start to creep up on him, but Yuta’s expression remained completely placated; he showed no indication of worry and this calmed Taeyong down a bit. Only a bit, though.

“Please, just tell me whatever it is,” said Yuta openly. “I’m sure I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Okay,” Jisung began, “essentially, Yamaguchi is holding Ms. Minatozaki hostage. They’ve got her working Miyazaki for cash as like, a sugar baby, but little does he know all the money he’s wiring his girl through shady Thai banks is really going right into the pockets of a yakuza clan.”

“We don’t know how she got mixed up with them,” explained Jeno, “but she is, and we’re pretty sure she’s doing it because they’ll hurt her if she doesn’t.”

Yamaguchi, Taeyong realized, would have to mean the Yamaguchi-gumi, only the largest criminal family in the country. How did his situation just keep growing more and more outlandish? Taeyong watched Yuta’s reaction and finally thought he caught a hardness seeping into his face.

“Fuck, Yamaguchi,” Yuta practically snarled. “Okay, this isn’t ideal but if we play it right and don’t allow them to catch wind of us, we could use this situation to our advantage. Did you get this straight from them?

“Yeah,” Jaemin assured, “we heard it from our contacts in the Yamaguchi-gumi! But listen, that’s why you need to make sure we have protection, because we’re really sticking our necks out for you and they might have more men but the Inagawa-kai owns Tokyo, so we expect you can manage to look out for us.”

“Oi, Jae, maybe you shouldn’t talk to a Shategashira like that,” warned Jisung.

Jaemin whipped around to look at his friend. “Listen, do we need to take this out to the roof or something? Because I’m just trying to ensure our safety and since you’re not down with that, I might as well give your ass a preemptive beating.”

“Come on, guys, let’s not cause a disruption,” said Jeno, laughing awkwardly and placing a hand on each of his friends’ shoulders. Then, he turned his attention to Yuta. “We humbly implore you, sir.” Still, Jaemin and Jisung continued arguing over him, that is, until Donghyuck slammed his bat on the ground with a resounding CLACK!

“Shut the fuck up, you guys!” The three young men all froze, silence reclaiming the space around them. Yuta’s face remained calm although Taeyong heard him let out an impatient sigh, and Taeyong himself had to suppress laughter. He used to be just like these boys.

Donghyuck continued. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t embarrass me in front of my boss, thank you.” He turned to Yuta. “Please excuse them, Shategashira .”

Yuta smirked. “Perfectly alright,” he said. “Jaemin-kun, I’m sympathetic to your concerns and I assure you that you will have ample protection from the Inagawa-kai be it from your friend, Donghyuck, Taeyong, or any of my men. You are also welcome to use our headquarters and safehouses if need be.”

Jisung, Jeno, and Jaemin, let out a collective breath. “Thank you very much, sir.”

“Of course,” said Yuta. “We appreciate what you have done to help our mission, and I recognize that you did not have to. That being said, I hope you will understand that protection comes with a certain level of surveillance. With your proximity to our rivals, we have to be sure you can continue to be trusted.”

The three boys nodded nervously, exchanging reassuring looks with Donghyuck. “We understand, sir,” confirmed Jeno.

“Good,” said Yuta. “Well, then. Back to the matter at hand.”

“Do you –” Taeyong began, cutting himself off when he noticed everyone staring at him. They had probably forgotten he existed. “Sorry, um, do you think this thing with Ms. Minatozaki and the Yamaguchi-gumi has anything to do with us? With our plan?”

Yuta smiled, his first genuine smile that Taeyong had seen since their misunderstanding last week, and it caused a rush of pride to fill Taeyong.

“That’s an excellent question, Taeyong,” said Yuta. “Do you boys have any incite?”

Taeyong caught Jisung and Donghyuck sharing a brief, quizzical look.

“Well, we can’t be sure unless we talk to someone higher up,” began Jisung, “but that’s certainly a likelihood. I mean, they have their ways of finding things out just like you do, and I know they wouldn’t want you getting this deal.”

“My guess,” said Jaemin, “is that they’re going to blackmail their way into the meeting in a month and try to outmaneuver your Mitsubishi arrangement. It would be a ballsy move since, like I said, you guys are much more powerful within the city, but Yamaguchi are nothing if not ballsy, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’d imagine you’re correct,” said Yuta. “That’s all for now, then. Thank you again, you three. Donghyuck?”

“Yes, Shategashira .”

“You stay with them. Taeyong and I will be heading out.”

Donghyuck saluted and his three friends bowed, thanking Yuta for his consideration.

***

“Starting to think like an investigator, I see,” remarked Yuta once he and Taeyong were back down on the street. Taeyong started.

“Oh, really? I – I just thought it was an obvious question. Sorry I interrupted.”

Yuta began to walk back in the direction they came and Taeyong followed. “You didn’t interrupt,” he said with a sideways smile. “No one was talking. Besides, that was about to be my next question. I’m just glad you’re starting to feel comfortable being involved.”

“Oh,” said Taeyong, not knowing what to say to that. He felt tingly even though he now knew he wasn’t supposed to. “Shategashira?”

“Mm?”

“Are you scared?”

Yuta laughed suddenly, making Taeyong jump and proving, at least, that his nerves were on edge. “Scared? There’s no use in being scared, Taeyong. Although I wouldn’t fault anyone if they were.” Yuta began walking once more. They were just clearing the overpass highway. “Are you?”

Taeyong thought for a moment. He’d been in plenty of fights and dangerous situations, so he was used to threat. If he was being honest, he wasn’t so much scared as he was consumed by a sense of dread.

“Not exactly,” Taeyong stated.

Yuta repeated, “Not exactly.” The lights of central Shibuya were slowly becoming visible – like an illuminated cargo ship on the sea at midnight. Taeyong weighed the appropriateness of bringing up what had happened between them four days earlier, getting the sense that Yuta was still trying to ignore it and move on. Taeyong felt like he needed closure, but Yuta began to speak before he could.

“I’m sorry this happened to you Taeyong,” said Yuta. Taeyong huffed. He was getting a bit sick of the pity speech. “No, listen for a minute. I know this situation seems really crazy, but I’ve been doing this since I was fifteen; been around it my whole life. I’ll handle anything that comes at me and anything that comes at you, alright? And I don’t underestimate you. You’re smart, a quick learner, and you’ve got spark. I know that because I’ve worked with people like you for a while now.”

“What people like me?” asked Taeyong. “ Zainichi ?”

“No, not just that,” Yuta clarified. “People who’ve had to scrap just to exist. That’s the exact type you want in this line of work. That’s why I have confidence in you. I know you can scrap.”

Yuta’s words soothed Taeyong, although he wanted to punch him at the same time. He knew this wasn’t exactly flirty – more like, professional encouragement? – but Taeyong felt like he was being led on by all the compliments.

“I see,” he said mildly. “I will try to live up to that.”

Yuta chuckled, exhausted by formal talk. “Are you tired, Taeyong?”

“Not really, actually.”

Yuta smiled. “Good, because I told Johnny we’d be joining.”

***

There had been almost no one in the area until Taeyong and Yuta got closer to central Shibuya. Almost. Taeyong had noticed someone shortly after agreeing to accompany Yuta to Johnny’s place; a man dressed in dark clothes and walking a good ways behind Taeyong and Yuta. He wasn’t doing anything in particular to call attention to himself, so Taeyong didn’t pay him any mind.

He didn’t pay any mind either when he noticed the man entering Shibuya station after them. The station handled millions of commuters every day, after all. It was only when he and Yuta had boarded the Shibuya line and he spotted the same man in the next car over that Taeyong instinctively brushed his hand over the interior pocket of his leather jacket, where his gun was hidden. Still, he assumed he was just being overly cautious. Yuta didn’t like using his car if he didn’t have to because the plates could be tracked, but Taeyong found himself wishing for the false protection of being alone in a personal vehicle.

“Akihabara-eki. Please be cautious of the closing doors.”

The electronic woman’s voice rang through the train as Taeyong and Yuta descended onto the platform. Taeyong glanced to his right, making a mental note that the same man was also getting off, and practically pulled Yuta towards the exit under the guise of trying not to get separated in the rush of passengers. He heard Donghyuck’s voice in his head: “ don’t let there be a strike three .”

Taeyong walked out ahead as he and Yuta started down Ameyokochō, passing food stalls and vendors of knock-off Nike sneakers.

“You know how to get there, right Taeyong?”

“YeahIdo,” Taeyong huffed, and Yuta grabbed at his hand to pull him around, stopping them both in the middle of the busy pedestrian street.

“Taeyong,” said Yuta, “are you just that eager to have some fun, or is something the matter?”

Taeyong’s body was jittery with the impulse to move, and it only got infinitely worse when he caught a glimpse of the same dark-clothed man over Yuta’s shoulder.

Taeyong yanked Yuta forward.

“Taeyong, what the fuck?” Yuta looked angry, eyes dark and brow knitted. If he hadn’t been so scared, Taeyong might have found the expression attractive.

“Shategashira, I’m very sure we’re being followed,” he explained, practically dragging both himself and Yuta through the crowd of evening revelers.

Yuta stole a glance behind them and confirmed Taeyong’s fear.

“Shit,” he said, “I think that’s Yamaguchi. Let’s go.”

Yuta took the lead this time, navigating their surroundings more efficiently than Taeyong had. Yuta had Taeyong bend his knees as they walked, trying to disrupt their pursuer’s vantage point, and Taeyong silently cursed Yuta for feeling the need to dye his hair. Finally, they came upon an alleyway they could use as a shortcut to Johnny’s bar, thinking they had managed to lose the man.

“Here,” said Yuta, pointing to a dumpster about halfway down the alley. “We need to hide behind this for a second, so he doesn’t see us when he passes.”

Taeyong, as designated lookout for Yuta during this whole operation, took it upon himself to peak out from their hiding spot in case something went wrong. He watched as throngs of passers by ignored the alley, but none of them were the tall, dark-clad Yamaguchi agent. Taeyong hadn’t been this nervous since high school, when every day he would return home for the day not knowing if there would be nationalist gang members waiting at his house to drag him away. Still, back then if he could get enough distance between him and his attackers, he was probably safe. Now, he knew for a fact, everyone who wanted to hurt him was carrying a gun. Every cell of his body felt like it was trying to evaporate; the only things grounding him being the metal heft of the revolver in his hand and the outline of Yuta in his peripheral vision, sitting on the ground and pulling Taeyong down to earth like a heavy stone.

“Why didn’t we just stay in the crowd? He couldn’t shoot that way,” asked Taeyong, voice uneven.

“Because,” Yuta explained, “this is more direct and if he keeps on our trail, he keeps on our trail. Better to get in a shootout with him here than guide him to all our colleagues and put them in danger too. He might have associates ready to pounce when they know the location of Johnny’s place. Just trust me on this.”

Taeyong sucked in a breath as he watched the man from Yamaguchi turn the corner down the alley. He’d been able to see them the whole time.

“Damnit!”

“We need to run,” said Yuta urgently. “We can’t stay here and let him get closer and corner us.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taeyong repeated, shaking and feeling fully gone as Yuta got to his feet next to him and the man stomped towards them.

Yuta took his gun out and Taeyong heard the click of the safety coming off. Yuta put a hand on Taeyong’s arm and looked him in the eyes, steady.

“Remember, Taeyong,” he said, “no use in being scared.” Yuta smiled his patented Cheshire Cat smile and with that was up and running before Taeyong could even think. Taeyong followed instinctively, turning around after a moment to check the progress of their assailant. His eyes went wide as the man slowed to pull something from his pocket – a gun, undoubtedly. Taeyong stopped and steadied himself and his weapon just in time to catch the black shine of the handle showing from behind the man’s jacket. No strike three, no strike three, no strike three!

“ Shategashira , look out!”

BLAM!

Taeyong stumbled half a step back, panting and letting the weight of the gun pull his hands down to his thighs.

“Holy shit…” he said, absently. The Yamaguchi member was a few yards from him and Yuta; where he’d been when Taeyong fired, struggling simultaneously to pull his collapsed right knee from the concrete and to pick up the gun he had lost his grip on when Taeyong shot him. Blood was seeping, dark and thick, from an open gash over his kneecap.

Taeyong watched as Yuta passed by his right shoulder, striding with brutal grace to the now pathetic man who had given Taeyong the fright of his life just a minute ago. He kicked the gun away before the man could get to it and then crouched on the ground next to him, holding a pistol to his head at point-blank range. Yuta looked pissed, but in a way that Taeyong had never seen before, like he could have skinned the guy alive and enjoyed it.

“Oi! What’s your name? What’s your position in the Yamaguchi-gumi? Are there others with you?” demanded Yuta.

“I’m not telling you anything, you, you fucker,” the man barely managed to get out with his ragged voice. “God damnit.”

Yuta stood back up and put his foot on the man’s thigh, just above his injured knee, pushing down. The man howled and Taeyong’s stomach churned at the horrifying scene.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” asked Yuta, laughing mirthlessly. “I know what you guys are up to. Seems foolish to try starting a gang war after such successful coexistence, but your leader’s always been a bit dim, hasn’t he?” Yuta nudged the man’s head with his gun as Taeyong started smelling iron.

“Shategashira, should we leave I –” Taeyong began, but Yuta cut him off, singularly focused.

“We have another three minutes or so until the police show up. Alright,” he continued, turning his attention back to his victim. “Never mind your name and rank. Tell me though, are you guys really going to go through with this? What are you doing with Minatozaki Sana?”

The man spat. “All I’ll say is that you Inagawa bastards will get what’s coming to you!” he panted. “We’ve let you have Tokyo for too long. You know how easily we’d take you down if we just tried? You think you’re intimidating? Fuck you.”

Yuta tutted, “that’s really too bad; you’ve wasted your chances. If your men are so confident why don’t they just attack already instead of sending in useless assassins like yourself?”

Yuta shot the man right through the head and Taeyong nearly shrieked, turning his head away immediately when he thought he saw something a little too pink to be blood hitting the brick wall on his left. He wanted to scream – wanted to ask Yuta how the hell he could bring himself to do that – but he found that he couldn’t speak. He realized all of a sudden that they were in public, noticing in terror that there were pedestrians trying to get a view of the alley.

“Hurry,” Yuta instructed, and Taeyong followed in horrified and awed silence until they reached the back door of Johnny’s pachinko bar.

Yuta stopped before going inside and clapped his palms over Taeyong’s shoulders. “Sorry you had to see that,” he said, lips curling just slightly. To Taeyong’s surprise, he didn’t feel any need to push Yuta away, despite knowing now the kind of shit he could do. “But remember all that to remind yourself that this is no joke.”

Taeyong nodded, eyes glued on Yuta’s, still in a bit of a stupor. “You need to stop apologizing,” he said, allowing himself a small smile. “It’s your ride and I’m just someone who fell into the sidecar. It’s not your fault and I’m not your responsibility.”

Yuta let out a breathy laugh. In the distance, Taeyong heard the quavering notes of police sirens.

“We should get into the party,” said Yuta, “but before we do, thank you. You saved me, Taeyong.”

Taeyong couldn’t even process the statement before Yuta was turning and slipping through the door.

The music which had been seeping through the door came at Taeyong with a pulverizing intensity when he got inside. He found himself in a grimy pachinko hall with machines, booths, and orange lighting. On the wall next to the door was a fully stocked bar manned by a yellow-Hawaiian-shirt-clad Johnny. Every member of the Inagawa-kai’s 15th Tora regiment had congregated around the bar along with Jaehyun and a few young women Taeyong didn’t recognize. The room was cloudy with smoke, but despite the assault on their lungs, Mark and Donghyuck had cleared a couple tables in the middle of the room to do some kind of pre-choreographed dance to the song that was currently playing. Taeyong was pretty sure it was “Back on the Chain Gang” by the Pretenders.

There was a general noise of excitement when Yuta made his way into the room, followed by a smaller whoop for Taeyong.

“You made it!” said Johnny, gleefully.

“Man, you look like shit, Shategashira ,” observed Jungwoo.

“Oh yeah?” mocked Yuta, “while guess what, I’m still sexier than you so who’s the real winner here?”

“Oooooh shit! You just got destroyed, man,” Mark interjected, pausing his routine. Jungwoo rolled his eyes.

Taeyong wanted to plaster himself against the wall like one of the traditional watercolor prints of tigers that Johnny had up. He couldn’t understand how Yuta’s demeanor could change so dramatically so quickly.

“In all seriousness, though,” said Yuta, “today has not been easy.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny asked, “come sit. I’ll make you a drink and you can decompress. You too, Taeyong.”

Johnny served Taeyong a Sapporo (“that’s all you want?”) and broke out the Suntory he kept for special occasions for Yuta as Yuta recounted their encounter with the Yamaguchi-gumi. By the end, everyone was stunned into a brief silence as David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance,” played like an ironic joke in the background.

“Shit,” said Doyoung, “this is going to throw a wrench in things. At least we know their plan. But they can’t know we know.”

“Agreed,” said Yuta, sipping his whiskey. “Anyway, I know this is a bit of a bomb for us, but this was supposed to be a fun night and I didn’t come here with the intention of bumming you all out. We’ll have plenty of time to work it out tomorrow.”

“Wait!” said Donghyuck, approaching Taeyong at the bar. “Johnny, can I get a shot of shochu?”

Taeyong looked at Donghyuck with curious eyes, still a bit scared of the kid.

“I propose a toast,” Donghyuck declared once he’d been handed his drink, “to our new man Taeyong for showing his stuff and watching out for our Shategashira !”

He and Taeyong exchanged a smile as Taeyong protested weakly. No one heard him.

“ Kanpai !” the whole room yelled.

Taeyong cringed. “ Kanpai…eyy…arigato, arigato …” he mumbled, doing jazz hands for some reason.

“Now LET’S DANCE!” yelled Taeil from somewhere behind the bar, and everyone spluttered laughter at his enthusiastic drunken English. It didn’t deter a girl in a blue silk minidress from sauntering over to him, though. Hoo, wouldn’t that be easy? thought Taeyong, taking a swig of his beer.

One beer turned into two; then three, then four, then who knows how many? The relative mildness of the drink was stopping even lightweight Taeyong from acting out, but he did note with a bit of concern that he hadn’t eaten anything since that onigiri at lunch. Maybe he should stop.

“Need another?” asked Johnny. Or not .

“Sure.” A very pretty girl in a printed knit dress came up behind Johnny while he was getting another Sapporo from the fridge. With the short-sleeved shirt Johnny had on, Taeyong could see all the intricate tattoos which practically writhed over his arms. He realized that he’d never seen Yuta’s arms before, wondering if they looked like that too.

Taeyong watched apathetically as the girl tried to dance against Johnny and he whispered to her that she needed to calm down while he got his friend a drink. Taeyong wished, stupidly, that it was him and Yuta. He tried to remind himself that Yuta was a sociopath who didn’t want him anyway, but sadly, that didn’t help.

“You want a shot in this?” Johnny finally asked, referring to the beer, more of a suggestion than a question. “A shot for the shooter?”

“Why not?” Taeyong wondered aloud by way of an answer, ignoring the dreading feeling which came back at the mention of the shooting. Johnny poured a shot of shochu in the beer and handed it back to Taeyong. The resulting beverage already made Taeyong’s head hurt in anticipation of the next morning.

“Mina-chan,” Johnny snapped sardonically when the girl tried again to get a rise out of him, “why don’t you get to know Taeyong here? He’s new; you’ll like him. Talk about knee-capping bad guys or makeup or something, I don’t care!” Taeyong flinched at the mention of makeup, wondering if it was a subtle jab at his sexuality. He figured it was nothing though, while also making a mental note that Johnny was a bit of a dick when drunk.

Mina sat down on the stool next to Taeyong, sighing and sipping from her lemon sour. Then she smiled, and Taeyong was knocked out by the sheer aesthetic beauty of it.

“Hey,” she said. “Man of the hour.”

Taeyong tripped over a response, finally settling lamely on “I don’t know about that.”

“Oi!” Taeil was yelling somewhere, so loudly that Taeyong and Mina had to place their conversation on pause. “Johnny!”

“Yeah?” said Johnny, holding a rag and looking up from a shelf under the bar.

“Do these machines work?” asked Taeil, looking pretty out of it at this point as he fawned over the pachinko machines.

“Like, in general?”

“No, right now.”

Johnny sighed. “Not really, Tae, I turned them off. Why do you care?”

“I wanna play!” Taeil slurred. Taeyong giggled when he saw Doyoung make a face that communicated something along the lines of ‘kill me now’ and down the rest of his highball.

“You don’t wanna play that anyway, man,” said Johnny, throwing the rag over his shoulder. “They’re rigged. I don’t want you losing a bunch of money and then blaming me tomorrow.”

“Rigged? Really?” asked Taeil, incredulous. “That’s kind of crooked, man.”

Johnny threw his hands up in exasperation.

“A n y w a y,” Mina restarted. “So, you’re new. How did that happen?”

Taeyong recounted the story of how he had fallen into his position with the Inagawa-kai and would probably be going insane if it weren’t for Yuta, funnily enough. He omitted the part where he pined for a week and then got flatly rejected.

Apparently, the situation behind the bar was continuing to deteriorate even past Taeil’s outbursts, because once Taeyong finished the broad strokes of his story, there was yet another interruption.

Jaehyun, who had spent most of the gathering sat in a booth, flirting with a girl, came out of nowhere into the center of the space and pointed at Yuta, who was in the middle of a conversation with Mark.

“Yuta-san! My friend! I have been dared to wrestle you!” He was grinning and looking hyper charged and chilled out at the same time.

Yuta balked. “Me?? You really want to do that?”

“I’ve been dared!” Jaehyun repeated. “A true man must fight with honor when the occasion is upon him!”

Mark started to do the thing where he spazzed out all over the place instead of laughing. Now the whole room was balking.

“I think he needed to be cut off a while ago,” Taeyong whispered to Mina. She just sighed.

“I bet you there’s something a lot stronger than booze in him,” she said, voice resigned.

“Well alright then,” Yuta agreed, getting up just like that and rolling up his sleeves to reveal the tattoos Taeyong had figured would be there as Jungwoo and Mark cleared some tables away to make room.

“To the death!” said Jaehyun, pointing at Yuta again.

“Um – no!” yelled Johnny.

“Let’s ignore them,” Mina suggested, swiveling her stool to face Taeyong.

“Sounds good.” The two of them clinked glasses as the sounds of a physical struggle mixed with the rhythm of “Cat’s Eye” by Anri coming from the jukebox.

“They’re tiring, huh?” Mina prompted.

“Tell me about it,” Taeyong felt the hard alcohol in his drink burning the back of his throat as he took a sip. “You ever seen someone get killed, Mina?”

Mina’s expression looked flatly put-off for a moment before she gathered it back up. “No, Taeyong, I can’t say that I have.”

“Sorry,” Taeyong said, feeling like an idiot. “That’s really morbid, huh? I just – I’m still kind of in shock and this party’s been a lot for me to process.”

“Yeah,” said Mina, eyes skimming over her knees. “I bet. You know how I met Johnny?”

“How?”

“The oldest profession,” she said.

Taeyong’s brow furrowed for a second. “Oh! Oh…”

“It’s alright, I know it’s unglamorous,” said Mina.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to sound judgmental – I promise.”

“No, no, I know. But listen, I think if I was a guy who’d grown up in my same situation I’d probably be sitting where you are, and in all honestly after watching the kind of things Johnny gets himself into, I really don’t know if I’d be equipped to handle it. You want my advice?”

“Sure?”

Mina leaned in so she could whisper over the fight and the music. “Do what you can to get out of this as quick as possible. I know you’re worried higher ups than these guys will track you down if you try to run off, and you’re right about that, but the minute the Oyabun and Wakagashira decide you can be trusted you should remove yourself. That’s what I’d do.”

Taeyong nodded, a little too out of it to know how to respond. He settled on a mildly accusatory “But you stay.”

“I’m not the one getting shot at,” said Mina. “Today? That was just the tip of the iceberg.” She shrugged and looked at Johnny, “besides, I have someone pulling me in.”

I do too , Taeyong wanted to say but couldn’t, only in part because it wasn’t fully true.

Mina turned her attention to the wrestling match happening on the tile floor and Taeyong followed suit. Jaehyun was cackling and holding a yelling Yuta down below him. The image made Taeyong feel like he had consumed something stronger than alcohol.

Johnny came around to Taeyong and Mina on his way to the jukebox. “Watch this,” he said with a smirk. After fiddling with it for a couple seconds the telltale opening strings of “Come on Eileen” filled the room and the fight was being broken up in favor of dancing. Everyone jumped around, yelling whatever version of the lyrics they could and making fun of the actual English speakers when they admitted even they didn’t understand what was being said. This is how Taeyong came to learn that Johnny and Mark had each grown up in North America as the children of yakuza outpost members, and Jaehyun had gone to boarding school in Connecticut.

The drinks, bouncing around, and singing were really starting to shake the memory of earlier in the day out of Taeyong’s brain and by the end of the night, he was barely worrying about Mina’s warnings.

***

Everyone had gone home except for Johnny, Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Yuta. The former two were in the alley having a smoke and getting some air, so this left Taeyong and Yuta alone inside.

Yuta let out a big breath and spun around in the middle of the room. His hair and clothing were stiff with dried sweat and he had some bruises on his arms and his left cheek.

“What a day!”

“You alright?” asked Taeyong, parking himself in a nearby chair and eyeing his boss’s mild injuries.

“Aish,” Yuta jested, flexing his arms as if he were really in pain. Then, he broke out into a grin and laughed, waving Taeyong off. “Nah, I’m alright. Would’a had him if Johnny hadn’t intervened.”

Taeyong giggled. “Sure.”

“Oi!” Yuta started laughing harder. “I’ll have you punished for insubordination!”

Sounds good . “Sorry, Shategashira. You’re right; you are the manliest.”

Yuta hopped into a walk towards the jukebox. “We should dance!”

How was he not completely out of energy?? After a moment, “Overkill” by Men at Work started to play.

“I love this song,” Yuta remarked as if he hadn’t chosen it. “Come on, dance! That’s an order.”

Taeyong got up sluggishly and started to move in rhythm with Yuta from across the room. Yuta kept pulling silly faces and making Taeyong laugh in his way where the sounds seemed to keep getting caught in his throat on their way out.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Yuta asked.

“It was nice,” said Taeyong. “I felt like part of the group.”

“Good,” said Yuta, dancing closer and eventually getting right into Taeyong’s personal space, outstretching his hands next to Taeyong’s hips, palms up. Slowly, Taeyong placed his hands over Yuta’s, staring his dance partner in the eyes and knowing that his must have appeared full of uncertainty. As if by a natural force, Taeyong’s fingers slipped into the slots between Yuta’s and they swayed like that silently for a few seconds. It was a good feeling, and Taeyong let his eyes close just long enough to enjoy it.

“Yu – Shategashira ,”

“Mm?”

“What are you doing?”

Yuta looked back into Taeyong’s eyes and then flickered his gaze away, a breathy smile tracing over his lips.

“I’m thanking you for saving my life,” he said, plainly.

“You already did that,” Taeyong all but whispered.

“Not in the way I wanted to,” Yuta mumbled. “Not in the way you deserve.”

Yuta pulled a centimeter closer and Taeyong felt like his skin was an electric grid. He let out an involuntary gasp as Yuta sighed close to his ear.

“Tell me, Taeyong,” he continued, voice thick with liquor, “do you think I’m a monster?”

“Think you’re a monster? No! No, Shategashira , don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think that. I was just – scared. I know I said I wasn’t earlier today but that was before…I don’t think you’re a monster. Anyone with your position would have done the same thing – would have been expected to, even.”

“You’re a very kind person, Taeyong,” Yuta observed. “I hope you know that.”

“Thank you…” Taeyong smiled to himself at the compliment.

Yuta pulled back an inch and flashed his gaze over Taeyong’s face. “Would it be too much for me to kiss you?” he asked.

Taeyong felt like all his organs were shutting down at once. How was this happening? Hadn’t Yuta said no? Hadn’t that ultimately been the right decision for both of their safety? Taeyong froze, only able to watch Yuta’s beautiful face and babble god knows what – he didn’t know. Finally, he managed to spit out, “but I thought you didn’t want me.”

Yuta looked genuinely hurt. “I never said that, Taeyong,” he clarified. “And what I did say was a mistake. I’m trying to make up for that.”

Taeyong nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay I can kiss you?”

“Mm-hm.”

And that was all it took. Yuta pressed his soft lips to Taeyong’s and they stayed there like that as any awareness of the outside world grew fuzzy. It was gentle enough that Taeyong didn’t know if it was perfect or if he wanted more. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn’t have to decide right then, because just as he was beginning to melt fully into the kiss, he heard Johnny and Jaehyun chatting as they walked back inside. Yuta pulled away quickly, but even if neither man had seen anything, the position Taeyong was in with him was incriminating enough. Taeyong’s face flushed so hard it almost turned violet as Johnny and Jaehyun snickered. Yuta, thankfully, was relatively cool enough to handle the situation.

“You two go on ahead. Taeyong and I will stay and lock up,” he offered.

“Alright, Shategashira ,” said Johnny slyly. “You do that.”

As the last two stragglers got ready to leave, Taeyong felt himself begin to panic. He was pretty sure all of Yuta’s friends knew about his sexuality, but he couldn’t remember if he had ever confirmed that fact or if he’d just inferred it. Finally, he was alone again with Yuta.

“Sorry about that,” said Yuta.

“I told you to stop apologizing to me,” Taeyong mumbled.

“Right.” Yuta sat next to Taeyong on a chair and pretended to zip his mouth shut. Taeyong laughed.

“They…know, right?” asked Taeyong and Yuta’s eyes went as round as coins.

“Oh, my god, yes! They do! Don’t worry about them. They’re obnoxious for other reasons.”

Taeyong finally let himself relax into his seat. “Good,” he breathed.

“Taeyong,” said Yuta, his voice taking on a darkness it didn’t have before and Taeyong looked at him expectantly. “Come here.”

Taeyong stood and traversed the couple of feet between them. Yuta patted his lap and Taeyong thought he was going to faint. He didn’t. Instead, he straddled Yuta hesitantly and let the man below him look him up and down, gaze sharp.

“Is this good?” he asked.

Yuta skimmed his hands lightly over the seams in Taeyong’s jeans. “Yeah it’s good,” he said. “You’re so good.”

Taeyong closed his eyes at that and let out a choked sound.

“Ah,” remarked Yuta, using his right hand to ruffle Taeyong’s hair and then brush over his cheek. “Yonggie likes praise, then?”

“Mm, mm-hm,” Taeyong confirmed, leaning into the soothing movements.

“Can I touch you?”

Taeyong nodded. “Yes please.”

This time, Yuta let his palms run flat over Taeyong’s thighs and up to his hips, causing Taeyong to wriggle in his lap. Yuta pulled Taeyong forward into another kiss, deeper and more insistent this time. It felt sloppy and wet and Taeyong absolutely loved it; couldn’t help himself from grinding his hips just a little bit, although when Yuta noticed this, he tried to hold him in place.

When Yuta pulled away, Taeyong let his face hover nearby, pink and panting. Yuta’s lips were glossy and somewhat swollen, and he was looking at Taeyong like he was about to disappear and needed to be studied thoroughly so he could be remembered. Yuta’s hands roamed over Taeyong’s back, slipping under his shirt.

“ Shategashira ,” Taeyong said in surprise before he had adjusted to the temperature of Yuta’s skin. Yuta burst out in whooping laughter, throwing his head back in a way that made Taeyong both nervous and aroused. God , Taeyong thought, hands going to his mouth out of nervous habit, Yuta was going to devastate him.

When Yuta came back up for air, he stared at Taeyong in mock incredulity. “Oh, stop playing with your lips,” he said. “You’re always doing that and it drives me crazy.”

Taeyong ripped his hand away, embarrassed. “What was so funny?”

“If we’re going to do this, you need to drop the title, Taeyong. Just call me by my name,” Yuta explained, holding Taeyong’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger as if chiding a child. Taeyong loved it. All of it. He smirked.

“What if I like it?” he challenged.

Now it was Yuta smirking. “Oh? Taeyong likes titles, hm?” he leaned forward to start kissing up Taeyong’s neck and Taeyong mewled. “You like feeling like I’m in charge, even now,” he teased between kisses, “hm, sweetheart?”

That was all Taeyong could take. He started grinding again and this time, Yuta didn’t stop him.

“Yes, Shategashira . I like it so much.” Yuta sucked a love bite into the skin over Taeyong’s collarbone and Taeyong hissed.

“Pretty,” Yuta admired absently when he pulled away. Taeyong was so lost in feeling that it took him until this moment to notice the pressure that had started to build against his thigh. He looked down at where Yuta was straining against his black jeans. If he was being honest, he was getting a little uncomfortable himself.

“Yuta,” he breathed, forgetting all about power play for a second. Yuta chuckled.

“I know,” he said, “I didn’t really mean for that to happen but here we are.”

Taeyong raised his eyebrows cutely. “Would you like me to help you with that, Shategashira ?” He was ready to drop to his knees at a moment’s notice, so he felt a little disappointed when Yuta waved him off.

“No, no. Let me handle it. I have an idea.”

Taeyong watched silently as Yuta pulled himself out of his pants and started to stroke himself, looking directly at Taeyong. Taeyong’s eyes went wide and he licked his lips. Yuta’s wasn’t the biggest cock Taeyong had ever seen, but it wasn’t small either and what it lacked in length it made up for in girth.

“Fuck, Taeyong, unzip your pants.”

Taeyong made quick work of his fly and let Yuta reach out and pull down the front of his boxers. Yuta pumped Taeyong a couple of times, making Taeyong gasp when his thumb traced over the head of his cock, then instructed him to move up a little on his lap. Taeyong watched as Yuta spit on his palm and wrapped his hand around both of them, letting out a gut-punched moan at the contact.

“Shit, Shategashira , ahh.”

Taeyong tried to let go and focus on the slide of Yuta’s hand on one side and his cock on the other, but he couldn’t help thinking how lewd this was: him perched on Yuta’s lap, face mottled with red splotches, starting to leak onto Yuta’s hand and the clothing that they were both still wearing.

Yuta moaned and Taeyong felt himself twitch, hips jerking into the partial ring of Yuta’s grip. Pleasure radiated from where Yuta was touching him all the way up to his head, stopping to pool hotly at the base of his stomach.

“You asked if I thought about you,” Yuta murmured, speeding up his rhythm. “I should have told you the truth, which is that I did. All the time. Sometimes at night I’d imagine you on my lap like this, or in my bed.”

Taeyong made a choked noise and Yuta leaned forward to pepper kisses over his cheeks. “But you’re so much better in real life.” Yuta made a sound in Taeyong’s ear somewhere between a moan and a sigh and laughed darkly. “Did you think about me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes, Shategashira , I did. I tried not to, but I didmmmmmmm…” Taeyong cut himself off with a groan when Yuta pushed his thumb over Taeyong’s slit. The sensations were starting to overwhelm him.

“Yuta?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Taeyong shivered, his hips beginning to twitch in fits and starts.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Whenever you need to, Yonggie.” Yuta tried to speed up his strokes one more time. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Taeyong held onto Yuta’s shoulders and Yuta kissed him again as he spasmed through his release, the sounds he made getting muffled by Yuta’s mouth. When he pulled away, Yuta was grinning and still stroking him through his aftershocks, the movements slicked now by a new layer of Taeyong’s come. The sight made whatever was left of Taeyong’s brain go numb.

All of a sudden, Taeyong was so sensitive that he felt like needles were pricking at his skin.

“Ah, ah, okay, stop, Shategashira , please,” he pleaded, squirming.

Yuta allowed Taeyong to pull himself away and closed his eyes, focused on achieving his own release. Taeyong took advantage of the moment to kneel on the floor between Yuta’s thighs, and when Yuta reopened his eyes, he was the one twitching.

“Oh, my god Taeyong,” he growled.

“It’s okay, I like this. Please, Shategashira , I want your come.”

Taeyong opened his mouth and stared up at Yuta. Within seconds, his pose had the desired effect: Yuta was groaning and coming over Taeyong’s mouth. Taeyong licked his lips as Yuta watched, spasming and rubbing himself slowly; his heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Taeyong shimmied a little closer and lapped innocently at the head of Yuta’s cock, and Yuta threw his hands over his face.

“Ooooh, my god, Yong…”

Taeyong kept at it until Yuta started to squirm, reveling in the idea that he had made the cool, collected badass that was Nakamoto Yuta come undone like this.

“Alright, alright,” Yuta said, guiding Taeyong back to his lap with a hand on his scalp. Once there, Yuta stuck his dick back in his underwear haphazardly and brushed his fingers through Taeyong’s hair.

“Did you like it, Shategashira ?” asked Taeyong, eyes blown out.

“Like it? I thought you were going to kill me there for a second. You were so good, getting on your knees for me.”

Taeyong giggled.

“Did you like it, Taeyong?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I liked it a lot. Thank you.”

Yuta chuckled, pulling Taeyong in for one more kiss. He sighed after.

“Okay, I know Johnny has clean towels in here somewhere. Don't go anywhere; I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay.” Yuta pecked Taeyong on the nose for good measure before he stood, and when Taeyong got up to let Yuta off the chair he almost fell over, barely managing to steady himself.

Yuta returned with a clean one of Johnny’s bar rags that he’d run under some water and cleaned them both off.

“Okay,” he said thoughtfully. “That’s better.” He considered the rag. “I’m going to need to bring this home with me to wash.”

Taeyong blushed and Yuta pulled him into his side, looking around. “Not a very romantic setting, is it?”

“No,” agreed Taeyong.

“Next time we’ll go somewhere better and I’ll make love to you properly,” said Yuta, casually.

Next time.

Yuta continued, “we should probably lock up like I said we would and get out of here, hm?”

“Yeah.”

Yuta kissed Taeyong’s cheek and practically charged towards the front door, throwing Taeyong a small key. “I’m getting the front, so you get the back, okay?”

“Okay.”

Taeyong felt like he was high for the rest of the night and could barely get himself to sleep despite the knowledge that tomorrow would be a busy day. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He wished he could visit the version of himself that existed only days earlier and share the good news. Maybe, he thought, this whole insane situation he’d found himself in would work out for the best after all.

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realllllfangirllllll · 5 years

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Beyond Lovers || Chp. 10

{More Than Friends Sequel}

Chairman!Jaehyun AU x CEO!Reader AU

Summary: You find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the former CEO after overcoming your fear of love. Although there were rough patches, both of you are now stronger than ever. However, you realize that maintaining a relationship and a company at the same time can be very difficult, especially if someone is out to destroy the both of you.

Masterlist

{ Previous / Next }

Jaehyun’s pov

I don’t know what happened to me. At first, I was peacefully talking to Taeyong and the next thing I knew, I was beyond furious and fought Yuta until he fell to the ground. Enough to make a statement but not powerful enough to seriously injure him. He was SM’s CEO after all. That piece of trash. Emily already hurt y/n enough. I won’t ever let that shit family, or anyone else, hurt her ever again.

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Y/n’s pov

Releasing a long sigh, I stared at the large hole that shaped the wall of our bedroom. Just a few minutes ago, Jaehyun and I broke out into the biggest fight we’ve ever had. Usually, our fights were nothing special-- a few bickering here and some disagreement there. This time, however, Jaehyun was furious. He looked at me with eyes that could kill. I’ve never felt as intimidated as I had just a few moments ago.

I tried to reason with Jaehyun. Meeting Yuta was just a last resort to saving our company, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.

“Are you out of your mind?,” Jaehyun shouted as soon as the bedroom door slammed shut. “Actually don’t answer that. It’s clear you weren’t in your right mind if you met with Emily’s fucking cousin. Do you not understand how shady the whole fucking family is or are you just that dumb?”

I paid no mind to his angered spews and dug in my brain for a logical explanation that will calm him down. You spoke gently to him, “Jae listen to me. I was only trying to talk business with SM’s new CEO. He personally invited me so we can discuss how to put an end to the mess Emily started. He’s isn’t as bad as people imagined. Yuta isn’t Emily or her dad.”

I knew I have said the wrong thing as soon as his hands shot up to run it through his hair. His lips flattened to a straight line and I heard a low groan from him. “He isn’t that bad?” Before I could open up my mouth to correct my words, his fist went flying towards my face. I flinched and shut my eyes tightly as a gust of wind fanned my face. Turning around in horror I see the wall decorated with a large dent. Jaehyun left his fist connected to the wall as blood dripped from his knuckles and onto the wall.

I saw Jaehyun’s eyes soften back to reality as soon as he saw the fear in my eyes, but it was too late. His reckless behavior and possessiveness were way out of line this time. It sparked unknown resentment and fear in me. Before he was able to say another word, a tiny whimper left my voice as I told him with all the strength I had left, “Get out.”

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Jaehyun’s pov

I promise to never let anyone hurt y/n, but I hurt her instead. Why do I always do this? I wanted to protect her. Let her know that family was dangerous, but I resorted to violence instead.

“One iced coffee please.”

I took a seat at the cafe near our building as I waited for my order. I never thought a little cafe shop would mean anything to me, but ever since y/n’s disappearance, every little thing made me think of her. Ever since we started NCT, I would go here every morning with her. Now that I think of it, I don’t think NCT would have even happened if it weren’t for y/n. I came to this shop every day, stressed about starting NCT, but I left the shop happy every time. It was her who listened to my rants every day. It was her who made me laugh when I wanted to pull the hairs out of my scalp. She made me feel better every day. It was always her.

But now, every morning, I’d come and leave this place missing her. It’s been weeks now and I still haven’t heard from her. In fact, none of us have heard from y/n. I’d call her every morning and every night, but to my disappointment, I would always end up in her voicemail box.

The waiter placed my drink on the table and asked me, “You’ve been coming here alone for quite some time now. Where is the pretty lady who’s always with you? I wanted to get her number.”

I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I heard those words. “What did you just say?”

I was about to put the waiter in his place before I looked up and realized who it was. He glared at me and sat down across from me. “See? This is why she left you. Why do you always have to act like you have a stick up your ass?”

I scoffed, “What do you know Taeyong. Just stay out of it, you headass.”

“Headass? How childish can you get Yoonoh. How did y/n even want to date you?”

I crossed my arms, ready to challenge him. “What do you know about dating?”

Taeyong scoffed and sat up a little straighter, crossing his arms as well. “Oh so we’re gonna go there now, are we?”

I smirked waiting for his comeback.

“If you weren’t such a dumbass maybe your girlfriend wouldn’t have ran away from you.”

“Ouch.”

Taeyong continued relentlessly, “And don’t get me started about our high school days. You were always so cold to every girl that confessed to you. Did you even know they cried? And I was the one who always cleaned up your mess.”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not like they actually liked me. Why are you so worked up anyway? You’re my best friend. I thought you came to comfort me, not drag me.”

I pouted at him and he reciprocated with a disgusted look, “Don’t get all sulky. You call me your best friend but who was the one dissing my love life earlier?”

Laughing at his response, I told him, “It was just a joke. Chill Yongie. You started it first.”

“Don’t ‘Yongie’ me. Get your shit together and show y/n you’re sorry for acting like a beast all the time.”

I sighed at the reminder of y/n. “Look, it’s not as easy as it seems. I fucked up big time.”

Taeyong got up and pat me on the shoulder before sympathetically saying, “Look dumbass she loves you more than you think. You just got to look at things from her perspective sometimes. You may think you’re protecting her but it may look like the opposite to her.”

I circled the edge of my drink with my finger, thinking deeply. He pats me one more time as he said, “I gotta go back to the stupid board meeting bro. Just stop acting so aggressive and put more thoughts into your every action alright?”

I nodded slightly as he headed towards the exit. Even as he started leaving, I heard him call out, “Kiss the girl!”

I laughed. At times I feel the most powerless, Taeyong was always there to give me strength. I recalled the times we were in high school. Where everything went wrong.

“Hey dumbass why do you look even colder today? Failed the test? Broke another girl’s heart?”

My eyes never left the ground, even as Taeyong wrapped his arm around my neck and dragged me to our main hall. Fury took over my eyes and my body was boiling with anger. That witch.

Taeyong stopped moving and grabbed my face, making me stare at him. His smile dropped as his tone got more serious, “Whoa whoa whoa, your eyes can kill bro. What happened?”

I spoke through gritted teeth, “That witch took down Mom’s portrait. She told me I couldn’t do anything about it because Father allowed it.”

Taeyong’s face immediately fell and I can already feel his pity seeping through his expression. I didn’t need that. I hated that. I hated looking powerless. I hated being powerless.

Suddenly, Taeyong scoffed and continued dragging me with his arm around my neck, “That mother fudger can kiss my donkey. She thinks she’s all powerful and all? She ain’t got nothing on my man Jung Yoonoh.”

I sighed, knowing those were just words of affirmation, “She is powerful. She got Father trapped under her spell and can get anything she wants. She continues to take all of his money and manipulates everyone, trying to make me seem useless…”

I received a face from Taeyong as he stopped me once again, strongly punching me on the arm. “Ow! What the heck?” I glared at him and rubbed my arm.

“Man up will you! How are you useless? Are you not the top student at this prestigious high school? Are you not the person who single-handedly punch that douche, Adam, in the face when he looked down on our class?”

My eyes wandered to the ground again, feeling helpless as he mentioned my past. With zero energy in my voice, I told him, “I’m currently useless, so why does all that even matter?”

He rolled his eyes at me, “Stop acting all stupid! I know you have it in you. You can either keep fighting this battle to prove to that witch that you are the strong person she doesn’t think you are, or you can stay here, moping, being the useless person she thinks you are.” He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently, “So what’s it gonna be? Fight or mope?”

I smiled, thinking of the decision I chose. The decision that led me to become Korea’s most successful bachelor. The decision that drove the bitch far away from me.

Taeyong was right. He has always been right. I’m going to find y/n again and make things right again.

———

• I’ve been so busy lately with midterms ಥ_ಥ •

• More updates to come tho I promise~ •

• STREAM MOONWALK 🌘 •

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stoopsbookstore · 5 years

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Kinktober Day 14 (10/14/2019)

Kinks - Dacryphilia (Crying) & Hybristophilia (Fetish of knowing your partner just commited a crime a.k.a. Bonnie and Clyde)

"Did you hear about the possible theft happened in town?"

"No, but do you think it's the same hooded guy who's been all over the wanted posters?!"

"Oh my God, what if he tried attacking the princess?!"

"Is that why she's being locked in a tower?!"

"He killed that vanguard, maybe he's escalating to the princess!"

Rumors spread throughout the kingdom, not letting up for even a second. They said that the princess was attacked by a hooded man, or that she was pregnant by one of the butlers.

"Do you think it was Jaemin?"

"Hell no, he's too much of a child. Maybe it was Johnny, the stable boy."

"She does go to the garden a lot and he is always th-"

The gossip stopped as Y/N walked by the two slackers, Yuta and Jaemin in tow.

"Don't you think you should focus on cleaning the palace instead of whose cock I'm jumping on or if someone wants to slash my throat?"

The four servants were stunned at the mood changes in Y/N, she never had been this mean, even if she was scolding or busting them. It was like she had been possessed. The flowers in the garden wilted and were eventually taken over by weeds. The entire atmosphere of the palace felt drained. Y/N walked the halls like a ghost, floating through the corridors. Letters in her hands that she refused to let anyone even look at.

Yuta and Jaemin watched Y/N walk up the stairs to her temporary tower, the tall, winding spiral staircase hopefully a deterrent for any who try to attack. Yuta noticed one of the letters at the first step, picking up and reading the contents.

"Do you think he went after her?"

"No," Yuta looked at the younger male, patting his back in assurance, "he's a criminal, but Taeyong said something like he's chaotic good, he steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He wouldn't have attacked Y/N. Also, based on these letters, it seems like they have a relationship."

"Why do you think she's been so quiet then?"

"Broken heart?" Yuta shrugged before Chaeyeon came up, ripping the letter out of his hands.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with that letter?"

"It was on the ste-"

"It's meant for Princess Y/N and no one else," Chaeyeon barked at Yuta, her eyes with a glint of annoyance, walking up the stairs to deliver the note.

"So you know about the boy on the wanted poster?" Chaeyeon stopped as the younger male bared his teeth, "do you know him?!"

"I could ask you little shits the same question," Chaeyeon bit back, "now if you excuse me, I need to deliv-"

"Get back to work, you three."

Shindong, the head butler yelled at the trio at the base of the tower, breaking up the impromptu meeting. Yuta and Jaemin kept their heads down while Chaeyeon walked up the staircase to the princess.

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In the tower, Y/N didn't do much except read or sleep, hours upon hours of nothing. Night had begun, the sun going down in the sky causing a glow in the room that comforted the princess, the sky a golden bronze turning into a deep void.

Y/N walked over to the desk pushed up against the wall, the wanted poster and a familiar face. Tears begun swelling up, falling onto the parchment, causing it to shiver up even more.

A knocking on the floot entrance made Y/N jump back.

"Y/N, it's Yuta! We only have a few minutes until someone checks in on you, open up!"

Y/N bent down and reached for the handle of the hatch, opening it only for three boys scattering in the small space.

"Have you been cryi-"

Jaemin was cut off by Doyoung's cloak engulfing Y/N, the girl audibly sobbing as the criminal swayed back and forth, comforting the princess.

"What happened?" Y/N asked Doyoung, her voice weak and breaking as she noticed the blood on his neck.

"I'll tell you all about it, I just needed to see you," Doyoung brushed his thumbs over Y/N's cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Yuta, Jaemin, what's going on?" Y/N broke out of her lover's hold to scold the two servants, the duo looking around for any sort of answers.

"Your highness, please don't be mad."

"We've been helping him," Jaemin's confession spilled out of his lips like a waterfall, Yuta contorting his body in discomfort as he tried to hide himself, "we've been taking some jewelry and goods so he can give them to his friends. We helped him come in through the kitchen every night. He's a good guy, we prom-"

"I know he's a good guy, Jaemin," Y/N's eyes red and cheeks itchy from the tears, "I just didn't realize you've been helping him."

"Are we in trouble?" Yuta looked up from the floor, his eyes pleading for forgiveness, but there was no need to plead.

"Go get bandages and antiseptic," Y/N lifted the hatch once more, "be quiet and careful, don't let anyone know what's going on."

Yuta and Jaemin hurried down the stairs, the opening now closed as Y/N went back to hugging the hooded figure. Doyoung's arms squeezed Y/N's waist, trying to bring the girl impossibly close to him.

"I've been worried about you, Yuta told me they put you in a tower because of me," Doyoung walked the pair out to the small bed, just barely big enough for the two, "I never wanted to hurt you."

"Did you really kill that man?" Y/N was straddling Doyoung's lap, her arms around his neck, her nightgown bunching up, "Doyoung, please tell me the truth."

Doyoung tilted Y/N's chin up, their eyes meeting each other, "do you want the truth?"

Y/N bit her lip, scared to know the answer, but wanting the truth.

Running her hands through his hair, he was debating on what to tell the girl in his lap. He was panicking, the room now only lit by a few candles on the walls, Y/N looking more ethereal. Doyoung didn't realize his mouth had opened until Y/N gasped.

"Yes."

Y/N stood up, half in shock, half in acknowledgement, her eyes growing glossy again.

"Y/N, it was self-defense," Doyoung mimicked her actions, standing up, tears falling on his cheek, "I didn't want to, but he attacked som-"

"Chaeyeon."

"She told you?"

"Who do you think has been bringing me the letters?" Y/N let out a breath of relief, "she told me about that night, I pieced it together when I saw the posters going up. I thought the worst."

Doyoung walked up to Y/N, kissing her in a moment of passion, "I don't ever want you to think the worst of me. I promise I only do good when I'm being bad."

Y/N smiled through the tears, Doyoung standing in front of her in comfortable silence. She pulled off her nightgown to reveal her body, only panties covering her. Doyoung took off his cloak, new wounds covering his arms, her hands tracing over each one.

"I know I'm not the prince you thought you would be in love," Doyoung helped Y/N to the bed, moving papers and books out of the way, Y/N sitting on the wood as Doyoung began kissing her body, "but I promise I will be the best man I can be, god you're so beautiful."

Y/N responded to Doyoung's touches with whines and moans, his praises felt sll throughout her body. Y/N kept her head on Doyoung's chest, her hands scratching down his back as his fingers began to play in her panties. Doyoung instantly started working on Y/N's clit, his other hand on her back, holding Y/N close to him, her tears still flowing.

"Don't cry, I'm here for you," Doyoung pulled his hand away from Y/N, "come on, not on a desk."

Y/N hopped off the desk, following Doyoung as he gently laid her down on the mattress, kissing and loving her body.

"You just killed someone," Y/N's voice cracked.

"To protect another," Doyoung kissed up Y/N's stomach to her neck, snuggling into the flesh, "I don't do anything horrible."

"You're a wanted criminal," Y/N pulled on Doyoung's hair, a growl coming out of his throat.

"Who you're in bed with," Doyoung pulled down Y/N's panties, throwing them aside, burying his face into Y/N's slit as he began to eat her out.

"Doyoung," Y/N's body was drained from all the crying, everything already sensitive, "I don't wa-want you t-"

"You want me to stop?" Doyoung halted his actions, confused, "I thou-"

"Just make love to me please," Y/N's voice cracked again, Doyoung untying the lace on his pants and chucking them to meet Y/N's discarded panties.

Doyoung pumped himself, rubbing his cock up and down in Y/N's essence. He pushed into her, bottoming out as he pulled her closer to him. His thrusts began almost immediately, Y/N keeping her mouth shut so they won't get caught, her hands on his lower back.

"My princess, I never want to see you crying again," the passion in the crimnial's thrusts meeting Y/N's hips in beat with the starting rain, "I want to see you happy forever, I want you to be mine forever. God, I wish I could fill you up without the kingdom knowing."

Y/N let out a ecstatic moan, Doyoung's dirty talk bringing her closer and closer to the edge she was ready to jump off of.

"Having children with you would be the best thing, they would have an amazing life," Doyoung felt Y/N clenching around him, "just a little bit more, princess."

Y/N felt her legs shake as Doyoung moved his hand to her clit, rubbing at the same pace of his hips.

Y/N came with a silent moan, her eyes shutting tight as she felt Doyoung's semen leak out of her, the liquid feeling warm on her thighs.

"You're so perfect," Doyoung kissed her forehead, pulling out, but holding Y/N in a calm aura, the only noise coming from the downpour that suddenly emerged outside.

Y/N got herself out of Doyoung's grasp, laying down and wrapping herself in the blanket. Doyoung uncovered her for a second, grabbing her discarded night gown to wipe her down. Y/N's eyes started to flutter shut, Doyoung kissing her cheek before spotting the wanted poster.

'Fuck, I have to go,' he wanted to say, he really did, but with the entire kingdom looking for him, he couldn't risk himself and potentially Y/N for his own selfish wants.

As Doyoung was about to leave, his wrist was held by Y/N's hand, her body covered by the blanket, her eyes tired from the roller coaster of emotions.

"Stay, please."

Doyoung grabbed his cloak, placing it over Y/N's shoulder before crawling into bed with her.

"For tonight and forever."

#doyoung #kim doyoung #nct #nct 127 #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct au #robin hood!doyoung #my writings

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neokollection · 6 years

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NSFW A - Z ㅡ Yuta (M)

Taeil - Johnny - Taeyong - Yuta - Kun - Doyoung - Jungwoo - Lucas

A/N: More requested than Romantic Gestures with Jeno bb was this- Nasties xx Assuming you’re dating-

A ㅡ Aftercare

Depends on his mood & the circumstances of your sex, but most of the time he’s pretty attentive [unless it was some weird possessive jealousy quickie- & he’s actually holding a grudge of some kind from being ‘wronged’]. He does this thing with people where he rubs his head against them like a cat of some kind... So I think after the act he’s a big nuzzler, nuzzling against your shoulder from beside you as he latches to your side before beaming at you brightly. He’s a gentleman also and willing to fetch you a gallon of water or start a shower for you if you request it- But otherwise he just showers you in cutesy affection in bed like a school girl.

B - Body [ their favorite body part on their s/o and/or on them ]

On you he’d probably say something odd like your back. The way it arches is sexy and the dip of your spine is too, plus it’s part of your figure. He always likes to keep his hands on it, even when holding your waist, his fingertips dig into the curve of your back. On himself... Maybe his face. He knows he’s beautiful and he’s proud of it. Plus he knows you love to kiss it and cradle it and he loves it too, it feels the most intimate.

C - Cum

He’s kinda messy with it. He just lets it land wherever it goes and it’s all hot to him. It’s also kind of a tool to him, he can do so much with it and loves it all, yours or his; exchange it between kisses, paint your skin with it, just play with it between his fingers, etc... He likes to play with his food, especially this delicacy.

D - Dirty Secret

He has plenty, but I think he fantasizes a lot about lesbian porn- And the thought of watching you be with another girl... Even if he could film it, that’d be-

E - Experience [ how experienced they are ]

E is for enough. Part of it is experience, part porn, part of it is also just natural- He’s good at reading expressions and bodies... I believe in NCT he’d make me cum the hardest and most, change my mind-

F - Favorite Position

Missionary where he can hold your ankles at his shoulders and just roll into you.

G - Goofy

He’s not serious when it comes to sex, but he’s not goofy either. He’s just... kind of seductive bratty and witty? But there aren’t many goofy moments unless it’s a 2nd round and fluffy.

H - Hair [ how well they manscape ]

Ummmmmmmmmm- Just trimming really. He thinks a bit of hair is masculine for him.

I - Intimacy [ romance-wise ]

Again, depends on the situation, sometimes romantic, sometimes just fucking. I would say about 90% of the time it starts out romantic and only maybe 55% of the time does it maintain that romance- As in kissing and him being tender, ‘I love you’s, etc...

J - Jack Off

Probably is one to tell you sometimes when he’s about to. He likes to look at your naughty pictures first and palm himself as he remembers the last time you came over. When no one is home he’s probably loud/doesn’t care and doesn’t care to make a mess either, he wants it as wild and high as he can get it. If ppl are home it’s a different story obviously, but he probably doesn’t try to hide it that much and doesn’t care if the other guys know bc they do it too.

K - Kinks

Okay, if you’re kind of an outgoing person when it comes to sexual he likes it when you get kind of shy- If there’s something he can say to make you blush or something, he thinks it’s a different side and really cute- And if you’re a more shy person naturally he likes it when you switch to be a more confident person in the sheets. He likes filming you and telling you what to do as well as hair pulling, rough sex, orgasm denial, teasing, blindfolds, the whole lot.

L - Location [ their favorite place to have sex ]

The sink. It’s a little uncomfortable for you, but he likes taking you from behind there and watching in the mirror. Next prolly the couch.

M - Motivation [ turn-ons ]

NVDES!!!1 And sexting too with just words or over the phone- AKA you ever being naughty. Also... denying him. He can see sometimes you want it, but you’re being stubborn and denying him or playing hard to get and that’s a challenge to him so he wants to play.

N - NO [ turn-offs ]

Toys, not all of them, but some things like dildos he hasn’t really found the craze over... He thinks he’s equipped already with the tools to do what that does, so why does he need it? Or why do you want him to use it??? [Use it when you’re alone, not with him]. Also exhibitionism, he is very protective and doesn’t want anyone else to see his most prized possessions [on you]. He wants you to only be a slut for him, not for others entertainment.

O - Oral [ giving and receiving ]

He’s a generous giver :’) He really takes his time to savor you, but also isn’t particularly slow or light. He doesn’t mind getting a bit messy, he just wants to give you the best, to impress you. Lots of biting mixed in too--- and eye contact on another fucking level. Teasing too, I’m so sorry... When receiving he’s very... it’s like all the self-control he had when teasing you flew out the window and he’s actually desperate. Head does that to him. His back hunching over and actually tangling his fingers in your hair as his jaw falls slack before he murmurs something- Can control himself from thrusting into your mouth either when he feels it close. Would probably baby you after because he feels lowkey bad he gagged you a few times and didn’t warn you when he came.

P - Pace

Once he’s got you wet and stretched enough to get in he does like 5 slow languid thrusts before going to town. Even if it’s sensual and lazy sex, he still is a rabid humper.

Q - Quickies

Probably happen a decent amount of times with him. But he’s also good with disciplining himself to tease you and wait until home. However.... he likes to give into you sometimes or if he’s needy himself and begging for some- things happen. Usually involve weird positions due to the space and lots of teasing both before and after it.

R - Risk [ comfort zone ]

Some things with him may seem risky, but he wouldn’t actually do anything risky enough for the two of you to actually be caught. He sure as hell makes risky bets with you though. He’s very perceptive so he’s able to notice things that make a situation less risky, but doesn’t tell you, so you think there’s a risk of getting caught.

S - Stamina [ another round? ]

So-so? Usually it’s just one round, but that round could be long with lots of foreplay and starting/stopping. He needs time to recuperate.

T - Toy [ their favorite toys ]

Like I said before, he’s picky about toys, but probably enjoys using vibrators and vibrating panties he can control- Hell it even feels good when you use it on him-

U - Unfair [ how they enjoy teasing & being teased ]

King tease. He enjoys using his words, getting you riled about talking about you look so cute he could eat you. He uses fleeting touches too that may or may not be subtle. Teases you a lot during the act too, to the point of wanting you to beg- Asking if you really want it bc he doesn’t think you’re being loud enough to enjoy it or something.. Manipulative. And getting you to admit things like; he’s the best, or you like something particularly nasty he’s doing when he sees your being stubborn about admitting it. He likes to play with his food and break it. If he’s being teased, he enjoys it verbally, when you tell him you’re not wearing any panties, etc... But physically and during the act he can only take so much.. His patience gets thin when it comes to this and he’d probably resort to being forceful [regaining control] about getting what he wants.

V - Volume

Loud enough. Lots of hmphs, drawn out groans, and even ungodly moans.

W - Wild Card [ authors choice ]

Okay, he’s a bit insecure about his image and his dom persona/position... Like if he wants to try being sub he isn’t sure if you’d laugh at him or tease him relentlessly? But I think he wants to be taken care of as a sub before he dies. Not just so you can tease him, but so you can ‘take care of him’ and he doesn’t have to really do anything and try something new.

X - X-Ray [ what kind of package ]

Slender, but veiny and decent-ish length? I bet it’s pretty too.

Y - Yearning [ sex drive ]

High wtf I mean in his mind it’s a way of showing passion and love. Everyone shows it differently, but he’s more on the physical spectrum. Plus it feels good, so why the fuck not?

Z - Zzz [ after ]

Not sleepy, I would say he gains energy from other people he’s close to, but he is worn-out... He’ll ask if you’re good [satisfied? if there’s anything u need?] He’ll strip the sheets himself later if you want him to, but he’s not n a rush to get cleaned up usually- Snuggling and probably falling back asleep together. Unless he’s got shit to do~

#nct #nct smut #yuta #yuta smut #nct a-z #yuta a-z #yuta kinks #nct 127 #tys part in city 127 #nct scenario #nct imagie #yuta imagine #yuta scenario

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nsfwnct · 6 years

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Taunting Alpha

Pairing: Johnny + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Type: Oneshot

Warnings: A/B/O, werewolf Johnny, breeding, werewolf mates, werewolf bonding, Alpha x Alpha, dirty talk, praise, teasing, taunting language, rough sex, degradation.

Word Count: 1795

Johnny was being clingier than usual. He was hanging off your arm the entire day, complaining every time you left him for more than a minute. He’d tried to convince you to stay in bed with him that morning. You couldn’t figure out why he was acting that way at the time since he had known that you had promised to help the other members clean their dorms that day.

As the day went on he started to become more possessive of you, growling whenever he felt that someone’s eyes, or god forbid, hands, were lingerie for a second too long. It didn’t completely hit you until he started commenting on your scent. It was his rut. He wasn’t due for it for another few weeks and he had always been perfectly on schedule so you obviously hadn’t expected the sudden change.

“Babe, I’m gonna go find Jaehyun real quick.”

You tried to pry his hands from around your waist so that you could go leave to hunt down the younger member but his deep growl and tightening grip had frozen you in place.

“Johnny.”

You returned his growl more aggressively, letting him know that you weren’t about to back down and effectively creating a stand off between the two of you. You stayed that way for a few moments, an Alpha pair challenging each others power before he finally relented, becoming aware of how he was acting.

His grip loosened as he mumbled his shy apology, exposing his throat when you turned around to face him. You pressed a reassuring kiss to the scar that had been left on his throat when you’d finally decided to secure your bond as mates and stroked his shoulder softly.

“I’ll be right back, okay? Then we can get you home.”

With that, you left, quickly making your way to Jaehyun and Haechan’s room where they were arguing over who deserved more closet space.

“Jae.”

His head snapped toward you, the Alpha tone in your voice immediately capturing his attention.

Jaehyun was also an Alpha by blood. There were 3 out of the 18 members of the group. Fortunately, they’d all happily taken Beta roles within the pack dynamic, everyone unanimously agreeing that it was a much smarter idea to have a bonded pair in charge than to have Jaehyun and Yuta constantly at each others throats. It helped that everyone saw you as a mother figure. You were never willing to back down when someone challenged your authority and it had been one of the things that made all of the boys take to you so fast. You were a strong and solid force in their life and you were always there to guide them and listen to them, making you one of the few consistencies in their lives.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You shook your head, motioning for him to follow you into the hallway where Hyuck couldn’t hear you.

“I need to take Johnny home. Like, now.”

Concern flashed across his face.

“Did something happen?”

You smiled softly, petting his arm in a show of affection.

“He’s fine, don’t stress. His rut is hitting early and I figure we should probably leave before he starts a full blown fight.”

He nodded in understanding, having been down that path before when his own rut had hit for the first time before he was able to take suppressants. He and Johnny had ended up causing a huge mess which almost resulted in broken windows.

“Can you make sure everyone finishes their chores? If I leave Yuta in charge you’ll all end up playing games all day.”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Of course. I’ll kick some butts if I need to.”

You returned his laughter and gave him a tight hug, leaving him with Hyuck and walking into the living room to find Johnny curled on the corner of the sofa, sulking at his own discomfort. You slipped your hands over his shoulders and pressed a gentle kiss to his temples as you apologised to the others and said your goodbyes, remembering to tell them that Jaehyun was in charge and growling at Yuta threateningly when he was brave enough to whine about it.

Johnny was becoming more and more jittery with every minute that passed, his hand squeezing yours and refusing to let go until you were urging him to get into the car.

The drive to your apartment was a good half an hour, Johnny deciding that that was far too long to wait for some relief .

“Baby, you smell so damn good.”

You caught him in the corner of your eye as his hand slipped into his pants, struggling to keep your focus on the road ahead of you when you heard the deep growl building in his chest, his fingers stroking teasingly up the side of his length.

“Johnny, that’s incredibly distracting. Can’t you wait?”

He whined like a kicked puppy, rolling his hips into his hand and completely ignoring your words.

“Can’t wait. Baby, ‘m so hard. Fuck, I need you. Wanna ruin you so fucking bad, pretty girl.”

It was almost unbearable, barely keeping your composure as you pulled his hand carefully from his pants and locked your fingers between his own. Your hand tangled with his was calming enough to clear his head just a little, allowing him to grasp at the tiny shreds of self control he had left.

You let out an audible groan of relief when you finally pulled into the parking lot of your building, Johnny’s knee bouncing in anticipation.

You somehow managed to make it up the stairs and through the door without falling or being pinned to a wall and having him pounce on you. You didn’t want to waste time, making a b line for your room, knowing that he was following closely behind you as you lead him to the bed and encouraged him to get comfortable on it. His rut hit him full force as he laid back on your shared bed, your scent surrounding him completely, causing him to let out a string of satisfied moans as he pulled your pillow up over his face and inhaled deeply.

His fever was lulling him deeper into his uncontrollable hormones.

“Baby, please. It hurts. Please, I need you.”

Your sweet humming eased some of the tension in his body as you tugged his pants and his shirt off before hastily stripping yourself of your own clothes.

“Shhh. Gonna take care of you. Be patient, Alpha.”

The use of his title always had him melting instantly at your touch.

You eased him back up toward the pillows and positioned yourself over his lap, your lips connecting with his bonding scar as you hovered over his hard on. You sucked harshly, letting a deep purple mark form over the scar before moving along to cover his neck and chest in matching shades of purple and red until he was moaning desperately.

You lowered yourself onto his lap just enough for him to feel the heat radiating from you and your wetness barely against him through his briefs without actually adding enough pressure for him to get any relief. He was panting, laughing helplessly as you teased him.

“Please don’t do this to me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his breathless voice, your laughs almost immediately turning into surprised moans when he bucked his hips up harshly, your hands landing on his chest as you steadied yourself and ground down to meet him. You didn’t say a word as you freed his cock from his underwear, sliding him between your folds and dragging your wetness over him slowly.

He pressed against you, slipping inside easily as you raised your hips and began riding him at a painfully slow pace with barely any energy, your moans torturing him as your clit pressed ever so lightly against him when you came down. His groans kept growing louder, hips pushing up forcefully in an attempt to lure you into giving him what he really wanted.

“Wow, look at you. Are you that needy already, Alpha? I bet you wanna fuck me nice and hard, don’t you?”

You sank your teeth into his neck harshly, marking him again before coming up to whisper in his ear.

“Why don’t you take it like a real Alpha would if you want it that bad?”

That made him snap, flipping the two of you over so that he was on top of you, his hips pinning you against the mattress so that you couldn’t even wriggle against him. He leaned back, grabbing your hips and turning you over onto your stomach so that your ass was in the air for him, his cock pushing back inside of you aggressively.

He didn’t give you any time to prepare yourself, his thrust being harsh and fast from the beginning, one hand forcing your face into a pillow with the strong hold he had on the back of your neck and effectively muffling your desperate moans and whines as the other gripped your hips, his fingers digging in deliciously hard.

“You think you’re so fucking funny don’t you? You don’t look so tough now, huh? Laying there and taking your Alpha’s cock like a good little bitch. You’re dripping, Baby Girl. You’re making such a mess around me. Your my filthy slut, aren’t you? You gonna be obedient for your Alpha and let me breed my pretty bitch?”

His chest pressed against your back, grip loosening on your neck so that you could turn your head enough to answer him as he trailed his teeth over your shoulders.

“Y-yes. Yes, please. Alpha, you feel so good. Feel so full. Please breed me, Alpha. Want your cum. I’ll be so good for you, promise.”

You surrendered yourself to the blissful feeling of your Alpha using your body, the thought of returning the favour during your next heat briefly crossing your mind and making you smile.

He gently kissed your cheek, a silent thank you for being so good to him when he needed it most as you came around him. Your walls fluttering around him pulling his own orgasm along with it. His body weighed heavy against you as his cum flooded you, some leaking out around him as he whispered loving praise in your ear.

“Shit. You feel so good, Princess. You make me feel so good. Love you so much.”

He continued muttering gentle praises to you as he pulled out, using his discarded clothing to clean you up to his satisfaction before he reached beside the bed to hand you a bottle of water, laying beside you and stroking your thigh softly as you both caught your breath.

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ncbodyknows · 6 years

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過去編「初恋」

{ tw: underage drinking, alcohol }

The music around him is heavy, beats feeling like thuds to his ears and body feeling more and more heavy with each beat. The whole world is like a blur to his eyes, but Youngjae knows it’s just a mix of the alcohol and the atmosphere. Had his drink not been in his possession for the entire evening, he might even have suspected foul play and tampering, but honestly speaking he probably just had a bit too much. He shouldn’t technically be able to buy alcohol yet, but he has started at home, moved to a bar affiliated with the family and then onto a club. His young face should have been enough for them to deny him access, but the moment he presents his fake driver’s license, no one seems to care. There are after all a lot of young adults who look very young, so as long as he can just keep up the act, no one knows any better. By now he is so plastered that he can feel the world spinning, but he has no intentions of giving up. Not yet.

It’s still only one in the night after all. He has seen adults partying. Some of the lower ranking members of the family often invite him to sit together with them and drink, and they always make fun of him for falling asleep so early. Say things like how children should keep their bed times. But he’s not a child anymore. He already turned 15 not too long ago, so he hates how they still treat him as a child. That is also partly why he’s out tonight -- although it’s mainly to have fun, he wants to practice. If he can teach his body to not need as much sleep, he’ll be able to party with everyone throughout the night and he won’t get made fun of anymore.

He has figured that if he just keeps pouring alcohol into his body, his mind might not end up get hit by the wave of exhaustion, but admittedly he doesn’t feel too well right now. Sitting on a bench near the wall, Youngjae’s head rests against the hard surface of the club’s interior, and in his hand a bottle of water is firmly grasped. It’s fine. He just needs a small break and then he can get going again.

‘Hey kid. You look like shit.’

The voice that calls out to him is deeper than his own, more mature. Youngjae’s own voice has started breaking, it’s getting deeper and deeper, but it still contains a lot of croaks and various other problems that entirely embarrass him when they happen. The guy that sits down next to him is obviously older, obviously fits much better into this scene than he himself does, and perhaps that is why he has chosen to hit up this youngster. See what’s up. Youngjae supposes that while he can lie about his age, his body and appearance betrays him. He simply groans at the comment after looking the other over and lets his head lean back. In no way is he capable of holding a sensible conversation right now. But the guy is not done with him.

‘It’s been a while since I saw someone so drunk. Are you going to be alright? Need help?’ Youngjae shakes his head at the other’s unwelcome concern. He didn’t ask to be babied by some stranger and neither did he want to. Demonstratively he opens the cap of the bottle and downs half of its content, letting out a loud gasp once he is done. He wipes his mouth to get rid of any drool or water that might be stuck at the corners of his lips. “It’s fine,” he then comments, and truly the world does spin a little less. “It’s just like some weak poison: it’s not gonna kill me but it takes time to get it out of the system.” His comment seems to send the other into thought before the guy twists his body to be as face to face with Youngjae as he can. When had he even sat down next to him? No, why? God, he can’t keep up with anything right now. Tomorrow he is going to regret this so much.

‘A poison, hm?’ the guy comments. A smile spreads on his face, and in that moment Youngjae can only describe it with one word: dangerous. But why was that word what popped into his mind? ‘I see. Well, if it’s poison, don’t they say that you have to suck it out?’ He blinks a few time, confused, not fully understanding what the guy is suggesting and giving an intelligible “huh?” A finger is placed on his lips. ‘You’re pretty cute, you know that?’ the guy continues shamelessly, and Youngjae can feel a slight blush on his cheeks. Cute? Him? No one had ever said that before. He had mixed feeling with the phrasing, for ‘cute’ seemed like such a babying word. Or a word used for girls or something.

Then the dangerous question came and the one that would change Youngjae’s life afterwards. ‘How about it? Want me to suck it out for you?’ the young teen’s eyes turn wide at the suggestion. Did it really mean what he thought it did? His mouth opens only to close again without saying anything, and his eyes seem to shake in confusion. Or maybe it was just the alcohol. Then the other breaks into a laughter, unrestrained and attracting attention from the most nearby people. ‘You should see the look on your face, it’s so dumb!’ That’s when Youngjae gets angry. Did this stranger just coming up to him to mock him? If so he wasn’t having any of it. Standing up from his seat, Youngjae for a short bit lost his balance at the sudden rise, and reached out to grab hold of something. That something turned out to be the other’s outstretched hand, and his gaze locked at that foreseeing smirk of his. He quickly withdraws his own hand, now stabilised enough to stand on his own two legs although the world still doesn’t seem to be quite still.

God. Maybe it was enough practice for tonight. There also had to be a limit to how stubborn one could be. If he had any more, Youngjae feared his next stop might be the toilet, and he didn’t quite want to disgrace himself that far yet. “Ugh...” he lets out a noice and bends his upper body slightly, hand raising to his head. For a moment the other actually seems concerned. ‘Seriously kid, take care of yourself. It won’t look good for me if you faint in my presence. I know I’m handsome, but please don’t fall for me in such a way.’ The other stands up and grabs him by the shoulder as if to stabilise him. ‘Let’s get you home okay? Do you live nearby? Or should I call anyone for you?’ For a moment he thinks as much as he possibly can muster right now. He doesn’t want his mother and father to know about his drinking habits just yet, so the best opportunity would probably be one of the people that usually invite him along. He nods, face paling as he takes out his phone and opens up the contact book, finding one particular number and handing it to the other. Somehow he doubts he’s capable of pulling off a conversation right now. Why was he such an idiot?

When he wakes up the next day, Youngjae isn’t entirely sure how he got back home again. He vaguely remembers another person there with him towards the end, but if that wasn’t enough, the proof remains in his address book: an unfamiliar name linked to an unfamiliar number. Yuta it reads. So that was the guy’s name? How smooth of him to just sneak his contact information into Youngjae’s phone book like that. For a moment he simply sits there, stares at his phone’s screen before opening a text, closing it, only to open it again. Why is he acting like this when all he wants is just to send a message to say thanks? There’s nothing more to it than that. Nothing more. That’s what he tells himself.

After all... there was no way he could be interested in another boy. Absolutely no way.

Of course when the other guys in class talked about hot girls, Youngjae would join in. They have already spent countless of time looking at magazines someone sneaked in, some more exposing than others. He knows for certain that he likes girls so there’s absolutely no way the interest he has in the guy who had helped him out yesterday is anything like that. He’s simply confused -- that’s right, the alcohol had made him confused, incapable of rational thought. Somehow it relieves him to think of it like that, and he is capable of sending the text without much trouble. A very simple message of gratitude, and asking why the other added his number in the first place.

When the answer ‘so we can see each other again’ appears on his screen, Youngjae’s mind blanks.

It is cold. Winter is raging on in its fullest and he has seen in the news that Hokkaido is already drowning in snow. Meanwhile Tokyo has only just started getting its first few specks last week, but that doesn’t make the weather less chilly. He’s standing in front of the Hachiko statue in Shibuya, hot coffee in hand and breath visible before him. If he has to be honest with himself he doesn’t really like coffee, but he has found that if it’s sweetened enough he can at least tolerate it. Some might argue that such a thing can no longer be called coffee, but to Youngjae it’s good enough. Anything to make him look more adult. Only grown ups drink coffee after all, so he has to learn it so that guy doesn’t have a reason to call him kid anymore. A bag is dangling from his arm, an object within weighing it down.

He’s been waiting for ten minutes now, but it doesn’t surprise him that the guy he is waiting for is late. Yuta always seems to take things at his own pace, and he supposes he should simply be honoured to be granted time with the other. Somehow it annoys him that he has to think in such a way, but the part of him that is absolutely infatuated with the older boy tells him that it’s okay. That simply seeing and being with Yuta is going to make up for it. It bothers him how taken in he is with the guy, but he also tells himself that it doesn’t matter. And that it’s also Yuta’s fault for being so outspoken and flirty. If he hadn’t been it wasn’t like Youngjae would have fallen for him in the first place.

Then a familiar voice finally calls out to him. ‘Takashi-chan!’ he hears from a bit away, and then as the guy gets closer a ‘sorry I’m late’ follows. Youngjae sticks out his bottom lip in a pout as he looks up at the other, standing taller than him by a good few centimetres. Youngjae has been growing a lot this year, but it’s still not enough to catch up to his senior in life, and it upsets him how the other always seems to use his height to his advantage. The younger of the two crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Didn’t I tell you already? Stop calling me ‘chan’, I’m not a girl.” The complaint is easily disregarded by Yuta who has now noticed the bag he’s carrying. He points. ‘Is that for me? You got me a present didn’t you? As expected! And you even said you wouldn’t get me anything, haha, you’re so cute.’

The frown on his face only seems to deepen at those words and Youngjae turns around and pretends to leave. “As expected I think I won’t give it to you after all. You really don’t know how to appreciate stuff, do you Senpai?” His words are spoken with a huffy tone, but he’s not really that upset. Just a bit. But it satisfies him to see Yuta call out to him in surprise and telling him that he was just kidding, that he shouldn’t walk away, and that he wants the present. Youngjae stops in his tracks and turns to the older. “Hmm, maybe if you give me a kiss I’ll forgive you, senpai,” he teases, but knows by now that the other will not shy away from such a suggestion. It embarrasses him a little to be so blunt, but he wants it and perhaps the spirit of Christmas is making him a bit bolder than usual. As expected the older leans in to lock lips with him, and for a moment Youngjae can feel his heart beat faster until it’s over.

He’s slightly disappointed with how short it is, but somehow it seems Yuta is always holding back with him. He has seen him kissing other boys, older boys, and he knows that Yuta goes home with some of them. Although he doesn’t know exactly what is going on, he can only do his best guesses. And it hurts. It hurts seeing himself being treated so differently just because he is younger. He wants the long kisses too, the special treatment, the wholehearted affection. But he can’t get it, not yet. Maybe that too is why he can’t wait to grow up. Maybe then Yuta will spend more time with him. Take him away from all the bad stuff that is going on in his life right now.

He is so fed up with everything right now. People avoid him at school and the only people he attract otherwise is bad company that makes his family question him. He tells him that it’s all good, that he has no intention of betraying them and they are just idiots who blindly follow him without realising that he wants nothing to do with them. But he’s tired, tired of the constant doubt and tired of having no one to rely on. He hasn’t seen his brother for several months now either, and the family has officially stated him to be a traitor and to be punished accordingly should he ever be found or return. After going to juvenile prison the relationships between him and the rest of the family had plummeted and that was probably the last straw before the guy had been booted completely. Youngjae didn’t really know all the details and he didn’t want to know either, didn’t want any relation to his brother.

In that sense Yuta is like a sanctuary to him. A place where he can just be normal, with a normal relationship, and, hopefully, eventually a normal boyfriend. But he was never sure of what Yuta was feeling, never sure if he actually liked him back or if he was just in it to playfully tease the younger boy out of his innocence. Youngjae liked to believe he lost that a long time ago, but honestly Yuta affected him in ways he never thought possible, so he supposed the guy had succeeded.

Holding out the present for the other to take, Youngjae stands in anticipation and watches him open it, revealing the box of earrings inside. Seeing the other’s face light up, Youngjae feels both satisfied and happy. “They’re real silver,” he explains although he doubts it would have made a difference. “I thought... I thought they’d suit you so I got them for you.” Yuta holds them up in the light of a street lamp to better see them, not taking them out of the box, careful not to drop them. There are four earrings in total, one pair and two that are different from all of the others. One hand is placed atop his head, ruffling his hair, and Youngjae gives into his touch, head tilting ever so slightly with the movement. Not giving him much time to enjoy the moment, Yuta pulls out a present from his own bag and Youngjae’s eyes widen. It’s certainly much bigger than what he himself gave, but he likes to believe that bigger isn’t necessarily better.

He’s a bit hesitant when he accepts the present, because how is he going to react if it’s something he doesn’t like? They haven’t known each other for that long after all, and he really doesn’t want to disappoint Yuta, especially not when he is looking at him with such an anticipating gaze. He carefully opens the wrapping to spot... a cat plush? Immediately the other interrupts, excitement lighting from both his face and his voice. ‘Isn’t it cute? I saw it and thought of you, and look!’ As he speaks, he points to the collar the cat is wearing. ‘That’s actually a bracelet you can wear whenever you want to think of me. Aren’t I just clever?’ Youngjae blinks a few times, inspecting both plush and bracelet and he isn’t entirely sure what to say. He’s quite honoured that Yuta actually went out of his way to find a plush animal that even reminded him of Youngjae, but... being happy to get a plush animal isn’t very manly and adult.

Removing the collar-bracelet, he puts it on his wrist instead and is surprised to realise that it’s a perfect fit. And it even looks quite good. If anything, the guy definitely has good taste in fashion and accessories. Youngjae can’t help but gasp as he looks at his own outstretched wrist, the slight bit of bare skin showing in between jacket sleeve and glove now donning the bracelet. At his reaction Yuta lets out a chuckle and a satisfied grin spreads on his face. ‘I knew you’d like it. Promise you’ll keep it with you, okay? Even if I’m no longer here.’ Somehow those words sounded so foreboding, and he glanced up at the other with a questioning expression. A laugh escaped the older male, but somehow Youngjae could hear something in that laughter that he couldn’t really place. Something that made him feel discomfort. Yuta went back to ruffling his hair. ‘Never mind that, I was just being dramatic. Happy Christmas Takashi-chan.’

It has been weeks now since he has last heard from him. More than a month even. He’s starting to worry so incredibly much, but he’s trying not to panic. Yuta probably has a reason. And he doesn’t want to seem desperate by constantly texting him either. He’s afraid though, afraid that Yuta has finally moved on from him, ditched him from someone better and just doesn’t want to talk to him anymore. Youngjae knows that he’s inadequate: too young, too inexperienced, too everything. But for the past few months he has been living in blissful ignorance, a life that has been so wonderful for once and a huge change to the dread he had been starting to feel throughout the entire school year. Now he had finally graduated junior high and was finally properly on his path to become an adult. He had intended to say it. To tell Yuta how much he means to him regardless of the fear for the other’s answer. He’ll get rejected, he knows that for sure, but if he continues like this without even trying, he might feel like dying from the statement. When he got accepted into high school, his first intention was to have a serious talk with Yuta, but now that it was time, he couldn’t get in touch with the other.

Shall he just let it be and wait for the other to call him back eventually? He wants to trust in the other and believe that perhaps he just has a bit of a tough period, that he hasn’t cut him off entirely on purpose. But he’s scared. He simply can’t help it. Unconsciously he lets the fingers run over the bracelet on his wrist before deciding. And with new determination and a rapidly beating heart, he opens the other’s name in his contact book and presses the call button. It feels like an eternity before he hears a sound, and it’s definitely not what he expected.

‘The number you dialled is not in use.’

“Eh?” He can’t help but let out the sound with a gasp. Not in use? Well, that does explain why Yuta hasn’t responded to him for a while, but why is it suddenly cut off? Did he get a new number without passing on the information? For a moment he simply sits in his bed, too confused to make sense of anything, but finally he rises. There is only really one thing he can do. Although Youngjae has never let Yuta come to his own house, he has walked with the other to his house plenty of times. For some reason the older has never let him in, but he doesn’t particularly question it much. He simply supposes Yuta has his own secrets and doesn’t want to pressure for an answer. But now is the time.

It takes a while before he’s there, but eventually he stands before the other’s house. Before ringing the doorbell he takes a deep breath to calm down his nerves. Will Yuta get angry with him for intruding upon his family like this? Maybe. But honestly he doesn’t care. He simply wants to see the other right now. But the one who opens isn’t Yuta but rather a middle aged man, and Youngjae’s smile stiffens and vanishes. Ah, this is probably Yuta’s father, he thinks, and when asked what he wants, he asks hesitantly. “Is Yuta home?” It sounds so childish to him, but it’s the only thing he can think to ask about.

Completely betraying his expectations, the man shakes his head, and what leaves his mouth is even worse. ‘Yuta isn’t here anymore.’ Such simple words spoken with a complete lack of emotion that almost scares Youngjae. He asks where he is then, and the man simply shrugs his shoulders disinterested. ‘I don’t know. He simply took his stuff and disappeared. I don’t think it will do you any good to look for him.’ He doesn’t know what shocks him the most: the news or the fact that they are delivered with such complete indifference? He wants to get angry with the man, but the shock is simply too much, too overpowering for him to feel anything else, so instead he simply gives an “is that so? I see.” Fingers start fumbling with the bracelet again as he watches the door close. With heavy steps and heavy heart, he returns home.

As he sits on his bed again, arms wrapped around the cat plush he received back then, Youngjae is trying to process everything. Yuta is gone and no one knows where he is; and even worse is that he himself is left with such an intense amount of emotions that he has no idea how to get rid of. He hopes it’s a lie, hopes that the other will come back soon with that idiotic smile of his that is so endearing, tell him how much he missed him, ruffle his hair, kiss him...

But Youngjae waits for a month. He comes back to Yuta’s house every so often to hear if there are any news, but eventually stops going. Another month passes and yet another, and Youngjae has to face reality: Yuta is not coming back. He thinks back to that Christmas night, those words Yuta spoke in jest, and suddenly it hits him that he knew all along it was going to turn out like this. It was better if he had simply never fallen for him in the first place, then it wouldn’t hurt like this, then he wouldn’t be left feeling so unresolved. But it did, and even he knew that it was all his own fault. He was the one who went ahead and fell in love. But even though his rational mind says that, his heart was hurt. It hurts so much being left behind and abandoned like that without even a word.

And before he can even control it, that love he felt has turned to intense hatred towards the person who never deserved such emotions. The plush animal and bracelet he treasures so much are tossed out mercilessly, and the memories that are supposed to be full of happiness and warmth are instead converted to stinging knives in his chest every time he thinks about them. He just wants to forget everything. Pretend none of it ever happened.

If he was just going to get his heart broken, why did he have to go ahead and fall in love in the first place?

#ch: Solo #cyj: Kako hen #yutark #this is so needlessly long and I am tired

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The Wedding Singer

Summary: You are an up-and-coming singer and songwriter who is thriving in the wedding singer business. When you find yourself singing for your former best friend Samantha Perez and not-so-former crush Yuta Nakamoto, shit really hits the fan.

Multi-part series: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Part 1

Word Count: 4,000 words

Being a wedding singer in Miami, Florida was no simple feat, you thought to yourself. There was no one quite like a picky bride. But a picky bride and groom? That was another challenge in itself.

Especially on this specific day. April 29, 2019. You were meeting your clients in their lavish home in Brickell. Everything was very pristine but cold. You felt like you were in a homey clinic.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you!” A young woman rejoiced when she welcome you inside. “Thank you so much for seeing us on such short notice. I’m Renee Torres.” Renee was the one who contacted the agency.

“It’s nice to meet you! My manager told me this was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up so here I am!” You felt a little more at ease with meeting a friendly bridesmaid. Thankfully, she wasn’t catty like other bridesmaids you’ve had to interact with. “Fantastic, if you’ll just follow me.” Renee led you into the living room.

“Sam. Yuta. This is Y/N!” Renee left you with the couple.

Your heart fell when you heard her name.

And his.

Holy mother of God. Samantha Perez.

And Yuta Nakamoto.

“Y/N!” Your former friend Samantha Perez stood up from her loveseat and hugged you. “How long has it been? Eight years?”

“Oh my God, Samantha,” You said as you lost whatever oxygen you had left in that second.

“Y/N,” Yuta said as he joined you and Samantha. “It’s so great to see you.”

And there he was. The boy of your dreams. Well, no longer a boy. But still possessed that boyish charm that wrapped everyone around his little finger. Yuta Nakamoto was a star basketball player even when he was in middle school. You always hid behind your group of friends when you all went to every one of his home games. You drew the line at traveling to his away games, unless it was a championship.

Yuta was always beautiful. A radiant smile from the very first day you met. He was always kind to you in every class you’ve ever shared. He’d lend you a pencil on the very rare occasion when you were the one asking for one. He danced with you at homecoming when no one had asked you and you were very near the point of crying all the way home, feeling sorry for yourself. He bought you a rose every year on Valentine’s Day.

Well, he did that for every one of his female friends back then. But still. He didn’t have to do that.

But that was Yuta. The nicest “could’ve been a dick because he’s hot and popular but was not” guy.

As for Samantha, she was always beautiful, too. With her flawless makeup and fantastic bone structure. Her excellent sense of fashion. Heels that could you me neatly in the heart if she kicked you to the ground . Samantha also went to every one of Yuta’s basketball games with you and your friends, you recalled. However, once sophomore year started, she dipped and started hanging out exclusively with the popular kids. She did a complete 180 with you and until this day, you never understood why.

So eventually you stopped wondering.

Until today.

Once Samantha released you from her vise-like grip, Yuta hugged you and your throat went completely dry. He smelled just as amazingly as you remembered. Woodsy mixed with his cologne that he’d used since high school.

When Yuta released you, you said, “Congratulations to you both.” Very convincing, Y/N. Hopefully, they let you leave after singing a song and decide to go in a different direction so you never have to see them again.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Samantha said as she sidehugged Yuta. She was really rubbing it in your face. Especially since she knew you were in love with him for the longest time. Even before she was. Samantha may have crushed on Yuta like the rest of your friend group had. But she had many boyfriends throughout high school. But never Yuta.

“I had no idea you sang, Y/N,” Yuta said, looking particularly interested in you.

“She was spectacular in the junior year talent show,” Samantha nearly purred in his ear. She was massaging his chest. You had to fight yourself from cringing outwardly.

That wasn’t a compliment. Samantha was toying with me. We were supposed to be having a business conversation but Samantha was talking to Yuta like she was ready to rip his clothes off. And it would increase her libido if she did it in front of me.

You shivered.

“Are you cold, Y/N?” Yuta asked. For someone who was clearly getting seduced in front of a third person, he was awfully attentive.

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine, thanks.”

He smiled. Fuck you, Nakamoto. I know you don’t know the effect you have on people, especially me. And that pisses me off.

Samantha began, “Well, Y/N. Renee sent you a list of songs that we’re interested in having performed at the ceremony as well as the reception. So I would like to hear a song from each selection.”

You gulped. You’ve always dreamed of serenading Yuta when you finally had the courage. You thought the chance passed you by. But now that you had a chance, it was too late.

Samantha and Yuta sat back down on the loveseat. Samantha motioned for you to start.

“Which song did you pick from the ceremony list?” She asked.

“Let’s Stay Together by Al Green,” you replied.

Yuta’s big smile reappeared. He really needed to quit it or else you were going to place your head under a faucet and let cold water run over your head.

Samantha said, “Begin at anytime.”

So you did. You took a deep breath. Released. Closed your eyes and gave it to them acapella.

You stopped after the first chorus. Yuta jumped out of his seat and clapped. Samantha clapped politely from her seat.

“Y/N, your voice is incredible. You’re hired!” Yuta said as he took your hands.

You tried to hold onto his praise and not the fact that he was holding your freakin’ hands.

Samantha got up from her seat. You removed yourself from Yuta’s grasp. Samantha said, “Sweetie, I would like her to sing a song from the reception playlist and then we can discuss it.”

Yuta shot her a look. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked to be in disbelief.

Enjoy being married to that, Yuta. God help you.

“Okay,” you said, “I’ll sing Yours by Ella Henderson.” As much as you detested Samantha, she had the same taste in music as you and you had to give her high praise for her song selection.

As you sang again, you felt more confident. You felt secure and powerful. You had a gift to share with the world, you told yourself. And if Samantha didn’t see that, she could fuck off. You could sing at as many weddings as you wanted. And hopefully, someday, score a recording and songwriting contract.

When you finished once again with the chorus, Yuta turned right over to Samantha. “There’s no question. She’s the one.”

Not the right choice of words, Yuta. I winced.

Samantha sighed. “Of course, she is. Y/N, you’re hired.”

;;

Jungwoo was cackling across from you at the cafe table. He couldn’t stop. Johnny cringed but you knew he was fighting the laughter that would escape him at any second.

“Jungwoo...it’s not that funny,” you groaned.

Johnny caved. “Are you kidding me? It’s hilarious. Yuta is getting married to that she-demon?”

“Yes,” you replied.

“Yuta was always smart. He took AP Physics with us!” Johnny protested.

“Booksmart doesn’t always translate to lifesmart. If that’s even a word…” You should propose it to Webster’s Dictionary.

“Dude, you must’ve felt like your heart was being RIPPED out of your chest and stomped on the ground. For hours. To the rhythm of a Cascada song. That intensely.” Jungwoo was always so profound.

And merciless.

“Well, It’s been eight years so thankfully, I only cried once since the meeting,” you answered.

Mind you, the meeting was yesterday afternoon.

“So you’re going to do it?” Jungwoo asked.

“Why not? They’re paying me a fortune.”

“Samantha has it out for you to this day,” Johnny warned.

“Oh, I know. But...the more I thought about it...she’d want me to run and hide. I mean, she’ll also want to see me squirm at her wedding. A present no one else can give her but me. My pain and suffering.”

“Why go through with it? Why are you letting her torture you-oh God, you think Yuta will change his mind and run away with you? Oh honey bunches…” Jungwoo took my hands in his. Uh oh…he only threw “honey bunches” out when I was being truly pitiful.

You smacked him. “Don’t be silly. Yuta and I are never going to happen. We were and always will be platonic. He’s an undeniable flirt and too nice for his own good. That’s something Samantha will have to deal with. But me? I’m going to sing my ass off and make everyone cry like they’ve never cried before. I’m not going to let Samantha get to me.”

Much.

Johnny frowned. “I hope you’re right…”

“Sometimes I gotta be. And this is one of those cases in which I am!”

“Alright alright...Let’s change the subject.” Jungwoo scratched his blonde coconut head.

You smiled. “How’s it going with Vanessa these days?”

He blushed while Johnny chuckled. “She’s great, Y/N. She’s the first girl who has ever laughed at my jokes without a hidden agenda.”

“And how can you tell?” Johnny asked. He gave me a knowing smile as he directed that question to our friend.

“Because I walked her to her apartment and she cooked me dinner and then sent me off.” Jungwoo had a daydreaming look on his face. He was smitten.

“And you weren’t upset about that?” You asked.

“Not at all. I want to take it slow.”

You cooed. “Our little Jungwoo is finally becoming a man.” You, Johnny, and Jungwoo befriended each other during your stint of musical theater at the University of Miami. It was yours and Johnny’s senior year and Jungwoo’s freshman year back then. Three years later, Jungwoo was a senior now. Johnny was a producer, working at DC Records, a very affluent label in the States. You were very proud of your friends.

They were still idiots, though, and that made you feel even more fond of them.

“Okay okay next topic,” Jungwoo demanded.

You sighed. “Well, Samantha is so anal that she’s choreographed her entire wedding.”

Johnny and Jungwoo frowned at each other in confusion.

“Which means I’m going to every rehearsal, even if I’m not ‘performing’ the entire time,” you said.

“You sure it’s not Yuta who enjoys a good musical number?” Johnny chuckled.

“Yuta, as perfect as he may be, is no dancer,” you answered.

“I seem to remember you raving about how Yuta was an amazing dancer after Homecoming junior year,” Johnny delivered that sucker punch.

High school you had a big mouth. “But then we saw his Cupid Shuffle senior year.”

Jungwoo begged, “Send that video my way, please. I gotta see what is so special about this Yuta Watanabe.”

You and Johnny corrected him, “Nakamoto.”

Jungwoo shrugged. “Whatever.”

;;

A week had passed since you were hired by Yuta and Samantha. Today was the first day of rehearsal for the ceremony AND the reception. The rehearsal space was at the Brickell City Centre Ballroom. The ceilings ran high with diamond chandeliers. The dance floor stretched far and wide. Although the tables were covered, you already knew you would love to have your own wedding here. It probably cost a fortune.

The irony? This wasn’t the venue for the happy couple’s wedding.

There were over 50 people present. Most likely, some of them were dancers while the rest was the wedding party. You recognized some of your high school classmates. Although you weren’t particularly chummy with any of them, you still greeted each other.

Samantha got up on the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Alright folks, we’ll get started in ten minutes. In the meantime, feel free to grab some water bottles and snacks!”

Maybe Samantha could be redeemed. You walked over to the snack table. Your heart almost stopped when you nearly tripped on your wedge. Oh for God’s sake...Please don’t let me fall.

You almost did but someone grabbed you before you kissed the floor. You awkwardly clung onto a stranger as he dipped you. You two looked like you were in a freeze frame of a tango.

You looked up into the brown eyes of your savior and your body temperature reached astronomical levels. His eyes and even his eyebrows were sharp, making his face all the more striking. His black hair tickled your right shoulder.

“Oh my God I am so sorry! Thank you for catching me.” You rambled as you regained your balance and let him go.

He asked, “Are you okay? You seem panicked.”

So much for thinking you had it together.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you reassured him.

He lifted an eyebrow and it was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen. “If you say so. I’m Taeyong, by the way. The best man.” He offered his hand.

You shook his hand a little too enthusiastically. “Oh, hi. I’m Y/N. The wedding singer.”

“Oh, so you’re the infamous Y/N.”

“Oh dear God…what did Samantha say about me?” Yeah, you were panicked.

Taeyong chuckled. “Nothing. Yuta’s the one who wouldn’t stop talking about your voice.”

You blushed at yourself for jumping to conclusions and being in the presence of this man. “Oh.”

Taeyong said, “I can’t wait to hear you for myself.”

You gulped. It was the way he said it. You didn’t know if everything that he said came off so sensually or if it was all in your head.

;;

Rehearsals were in full swing. The wedding party was practicing their ceremonial entrance. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were paired up. Maid of honor Renee was paired up with Taeyong. He had an effect on everyone, it seemed, because Renee was almost to the point of melting.

Renee told you that you would be able to leave in the next hour after your rehearsal to the ceremonial entrance. The wedding party and the others would scrutinize you, then. Including the best man. And suddenly, all of the nerves hit you.

No, Y/N. These are clients. They don’t know anything about you and if they did, they would remember your Jesse McCartney phase and that you took very meticulous notes in every class you had together. That was that. None of them cared about how you liked Yuta. Everyone liked Yuta. There was even a waitlist to ask Yuta out in high school. So what made you stand out from the other girls? You were just a nice girl from high school, okay? Now show them who you grew up to be.

You got up on the stage and stood up at the mic, having pre arranged the songs with the sound guy. You were waiting to get approval from Samantha that Johnny perform piano and guitar with you, come wedding day.

It was just you and the microphone. And surprisingly, this was the first time you weren’t anticipating Yuta’s reaction.

Samantha and Yuta approved your cover of “Let’s Stay Together” that they decided that you would perform it during the ceremonial entrance.

The instrumental began. You sang the first verse. “I’m...I’m so in love with you. Whatever you want to do...is alright with me…”

You didn’t know what it was that happened to you when you sang. You just kind of transformed into the version of yourself you wished you could always be. Jungwoo told you that you turned into a seductress when you sang. Johnny said that you should own who you were and never look back.

You liked to close your eyes when you sang so you could really get into the song. But you chose to make eye contact with Taeyong since he was a stranger and in that moment you found it easiest to interact with him. Plus, you wanted him to know that you were interested and see if you really were a seductress.

Might as well shoot your shot.

When the song ended, you were overwhelmed by the roaring applause and you smiled. They could call you Miss Colgate Optic White with how big your smile was that moment. Taeyong was grinning right at you. You only noticed that he had moved closer to the stage. There was a little girl right beside him. She had wavy blonde hair and brown eyes.

She looked a lot like Samantha.

Samantha gave you a thumbs up and motioned for you to leave the stage. That was it for today. Thank the Lord. You went to grab your purse and water bottle when the little girl surprised you and only stared at you.

“Hi…” You said carefully.

The little girl took this as a cue to let it all out. “Oh my God, you are amazing. You are better than Leona Lewis, Ariana Grande, Alicia Keys, and Adele combined. And you’re pretty like a princess.”

The little girl couldn’t have been more than seven years old. She was adorable and very enthusiastic. Her words warmed your heart. “Thank you. Nah, I wouldn’t say that. But I do want to be a singer like them. Someday.”

The little girl’s mouth opened. “Please. That would be awesome! I’m Sonya!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sonya. I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N, will you marry my brother?” She asked.

Well, that was a shock. You laughed. “Who’s your brother?” It sounded like you were entertaining the possibility of marrying her brother.

“Taeyong!” Sonya yelled.

Wait.

Taeyong, you realized, hadn’t been that far away from you and Sonya during your little exchange. He approached you. Sonya wrapped herself around one of his legs. “This is my big brother, Taeyong.”

“We’ve met, Sonya,” Taeyong said as he smiled fondly down at his sister and met your gaze with that same expression.

“She is perfect for you,” Sonya said, “I know he’s a neat freak and very very bossy but he’s a great guy. I think his plushie collection is pretty cool, too. Do you like plushies, Y/N?”

Taeyong gaped at his sister. You giggled.

“A plushie collection, huh?” You teased.

“He has Piplup and Pikachu and Rilakkuma, too,” Sonya bragged. “He would buy you a lot of plushies, Y/N. So please marry him.”

“Sonya, why do you want me to get married so badly?” Taeyong asked.

Sonya sighed. “Because Sam is getting married. And I want you to be happy, too.”

Wait a minute. What did Samantha have to do with this?

“Wait, how do you know Samantha, Sonya?” You couldn’t hide the frown on your face.

“She’s my sister, Y/N. She is my sister from Mommy and Taeyong is my brother from Daddy,” Sonya said. She definitely said this a lot.

You couldn’t conceal your shock.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost,” Taeyong said, concerned.

“You and Samantha…” You began.

“Step-siblings. Sonya is our half-sister,” Taeyong explained.

How did you not know about this?

“Oh.” That was all you could muster.

“So what do you say, Y/N?” Sonya asked. “Will you give my brother a chance?” Sonya looked so hopeful and kind and radiant.

You started to see the resemblance to Samantha. The wide-eyed dreamy expression she used to have when you were in primary school. The giggly and teasing lilt in her voice. Her laugh most of all.

“Sonya, leave Y/N alone,” Taeyong said.

Sonya pouted. “Fine. But I’ll try again next time. And the time after that. And the time after that. You are coming to the next practice, right Y/N?”

You nodded.

“Good!” Sonya smiled. “There’s hope! Bye Y/N!” Sonya ran off to Yuta. Yuta scooped Sonya off the ground and spun her in circles.

“Y/N?” Taeyong asked cautiously.

You looked at him. “Samantha and I were friends. A long time ago.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

“It...didn’t end well.”

“But if that were true, why are you here?” He asked.

“Good point. There’s a lot of reasons I can think of.”

“Like?” Taeyong wasn’t hiding his intrigue.

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Now you know if you start off with that...There’s a guarantee that I will laugh,” he said.

“That is so true.” You sighed and continued. “She and Yuta hired me because...I clearly don’t suck at what I do.”

“Oh, definitely not.” Taeyong gave you a deep, meaningful look. Like he had more to say.

You gulped. “And Samantha probably wanted to throw it in my face that she was marrying Yuta.”

“You know Yuta?” He asked. A trace of disappointment was on his face. It was almost as if he knew where this was going.

“We all went to school together up until high school. Samantha and I were chapter members of the Yuta Nakamoto fan club.”

He asked, “Wait, that was an actual club? I thought Yuta’s high school friends were bluffing.”

“There wasn’t an actual club. There may as well have been. The waiting list to date Yuta was very real, though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Were you on the waiting list?”

You laughed. “Hell, no. I didn’t think I had the right to be.” You regretted saying that last sentence. Your low self-esteem from high school was coming back in waves.

He glared, his jawline very prominent in that second. “Is that so?”

“I...have no idea why I’m telling you all of this but...don’t look too much into it. I’m just here to do my job.” And then go home and have some green apple sangria to numb the pain.

“You...don’t still like him, do you?” Taeyong asked. “Yuta?”

You winced. “Do you want me to lie?”

“Nope.”

“I kinda still do. But it’s been years since I’ve seen Samantha and Yuta. I don’t know who they are now. I never really knew Yuta in high school, either. We weren’t that close of friends.”

Taeyong still looked annoyed.

“What’s with that look?” You asked.

“I was going to ask you out...but now with the truth out…I’m not so sure.”

Your jaw dropped. Someone was going to have to help you pick it up off the ground. “Wait, what?”

“From the moment you grabbed a chocolate chip cookie, I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to ask you out. And then I caught you before you fell. And then you sang. And then it was really over for me.” Taeyong moved closer to you.

You didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of you and Taeyong. After the bomb dropped that Taeyong was Samantha’s brother, you were even more on your toes.

“Taeyong…” You didn’t know what to say. He felt a spark, just like you did. Who knew your clumsiness could work in your favor?

“If you’re still into Yuta…” Taeyong said.

You interjected. “Taeyong, I’m attracted to Yuta. But do I like him enough to really say I like him? Even love him? No.”

Taeyong put his hands in his pants pockets, waiting.

“Taeyong, we just met. I think we still need to get to know each other before we entertain the idea of a date.” You couldn’t believe you were saying this. Did the fact that Samantha was his sister now deter you at all?

His somberness faded completely. “Really?”

“Yes,” you said.

“Okay, well how about a movie tonight?” He didn’t waste anytime.

“What were you thinking of watching?” Please say horror. Please say horror. Please say horror.

“I’ve been wanting to see The Conjuring 3...Are you into scary movies?” He asked, hopeful.

It was as if the Lord smiled down upon you at that second.

Well, that day, the Lord smiled down upon you. Multiple times.

Part 2 (Coming Soon)

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