Hellaurr
I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł)
(with lots of degrading plz)
Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm đâšđ
I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader đ
I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now Iâm about to post it Iâm a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz memberâs perspective with fem!reader), Iâm not a guy. So Iâm never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok đ«Ł
To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because Iâm pretty sure youâll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.
Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (Iâm a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). Iâm sorry if itâs not degrading enough đŹ.
CW basically everything in the ask đ
âŒïžâ ïžAs always MDNIâ ïžâŒïž
You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.
Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.
Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.
You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.
Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.
"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.
Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.
Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.
"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.
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"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."
You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. âTsk tsk. I didnât say you could touch yourself now did I?â
You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?
âI see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.â He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. âWatching me with that slutty mouth hung open.â He cupped your chin. âAnd you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?â
Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man youâd admired from afar for so long.
âWhat that mouth would look like choking on my cock?â
You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.
âHmm.â Minho stroked your cheek. âYou like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.â He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.
He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.
Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancerâs thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.
âBeg me for it.â He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.
Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad youâd do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. Youâd thank him for it.
âPl-please⊠Minho⊠needâŠyour cock. Need your cum.â You whined.
Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!
âUse me⊠pleaseâŠI wanna be your cockslut.â You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.
âYeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?â
You nodded desperately.
âOkay. If you think you can take it. Open.â He demanded, and you complied instantly. âNo touching yourself or me.â
He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.
âThatâs it.. take it downâŠSuch a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.â He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.
You couldnât breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.
Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didnât gag.
âYouâre taking this a little too well.â Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.
âFinally choking on it properly now.â He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.
You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.
Your hand came up to rest on Minhoâs thighs. That was a big mistake.
Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. âWhat did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.â He said through gritted teeth.
You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.
Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. âWhat am I going to do with you?â He asked himself.
He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. âNo⊠please! Minho⊠I can be good⊠I wanna be good⊠please⊠need you..â
Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.
âLittle boys that misbehave must be punished. Donât you think?â He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.
âOpen wide little cockslut.â He said in the most condescending tone youâd ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.
You knew he wasnât going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.
âThis is what you wanted isnât it? You wanted to choke on it.â He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. âIâm gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. Iâm gonna make you fuckinâ choke.â His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.
âFuckâŠso tightâŠshitâŠfuck.â He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.
You had no choice but to gladly take it.
âSo fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet youâre gonna cum untouched⊠so desperate⊠so fucking pathetic.â
You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. âThatâs it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.â
Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.
You needed Minhoâs cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minhoâs ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.
âSo pathetic.â Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. âDrink it up⊠Thatâs it⊠Like a good little cockslut.â He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.
âFuck!â He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.
You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didnât want to waste a drop.
Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.
Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.
Then he did something more unexpected.
He took you in a deep kiss.
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Want You. Need You.
Changbin x Felix x fem!reader
| non-idol au | collage au |
18+!! MDNI plz&thnx
Having two friends with benefits is great when youâre constantly aroused, but what happens when they both confess their feelings for you?
warnings: hella high sex drive (all of them đ«Ł), cursing, dom!males, dirty talk, public sex, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, nipple play, hormonal boy rage, threesome, lights choking,
REQUESTS ARE OPEN :]
writers note: pure. fucking. brain rot. Iâm not sorry. enjoy
cas xx
âBinâŠBinnie! What are you doing?â You giggled, being pulled into the janitors closet.
He locked the door behind him before grabbing you by the waist and pushing you against it, âI missed you.â
His lips were on already your neck, and yours were immediately undoing his pants as he worked to wank your panties down from under your skirt.
The quick fucks before class were becoming more and more frequent, and you didnât waste much time getting to it.
He lifted your legs up and around his hips as he thrusted into you, âYou always feel so good baby girl.â He moaned, pressing his lips into yours.
Your hand tangled in the hair on the back of his head, your peak already daring to hit as his thick cock tingled and stretched your walls.
Changbinâs lips went to your neck, sucking on your skin as you rolled into an orgasm that shuttered throughout your body.
His teeth sunk into your skin, insuring he left a fresh mark on you.
You brought his lips back to yours, roughly kissing him as your nails dug into his neck. You made sure to leave your mark as well.
He pulled back a bit, looking at you with dark eyes but a smile on his face.
His thrusts started to slow as his cock started to twitch, pumping his thick cum deep inside you.
You kissed each other a few more times before detangling and fixing your clothes. Changbin made sure the coast was clear and gave you another kiss before sending you off.
You popped into the bathroom on your way, using it and looking in the mirror before taking off to class.
Thankfully your humanities teacher was pretty laid back and didnât mind you being a few minutes late.
You took your seat at the back of the class next to Felix, âYou wreak of sex and Changbin.â He whispered
You laughed quietly, turning slighter towards him. âJealous?â you smirked, running your fingers up his thigh.
Felix huffed a laugh, âYea, definitely.â He licked his lips, leaning in to whisper in your ear. âHow are those bruises on your ass healing?â
His deep voice went a shiver down your spine, your hand squeezed his thigh. âWhy donât you come over later and Binnie can show you?â
Your hand slid up higher, finding his semi hard cock and running your hand over it.
Felix gripped your wrist tightly, a low growl emanating from his throat.
You giggled quietly before pulling your wrist back, you turned your seat slightly before pulling your legs up and cross crossing them. You hiked your skirt a bit, exposing your pink panties, damp with cum and wetness.
Felix eyed you up before fixating between your thighs. You knew heâd bend you over and take you right there if he could.
You looked at him lustfully before blowing a kiss and starting to write your notes.
The bell rang and you waved bye to a couple of friends before starting to gather your things. The classroom was almost empty when Felix snuck his hand up the back of your skirt.
He put a book on the table and pretended to show you something, all while his fingers ran over your clothed entrance.
You hummed quietly, taking a step closer to him as you scanned the room. The professor was heading out the door, âDont linger too long you two.â
âWe wonât professor, have a good rest of the day.â Felix smiled, his fingers immediately pushing into your entrance as the teacher exited.
You let out a soft moan, wishing your panties werenât blocking his fingers. You wiggled your hips a bit, the feeling of left over release wetted your panties even more.
Felixâs lips were hot against your ear, âDoesnât Changbin ever clean you up when heâs done?â
âI didnât want to miss class.â You turned around and sat on the desk, pulling him between your legs.
You ran your hand across his crotch, your eyes dilating as they locked with his. âSo, I guess the question is..â you quickly freed his cock, pumping it slowly. âAre you going to clean it up?â
Felix kept watch on the door as his fingers slid under your panties and into your entrance, slowly pumping.
âNo.â he lifted his fingers to your mouth, âYou are.â
You scoffed at him, tightening your grip on his cock a bit as your thumb teased the tip. His hand grabbed your jaw, âopen.â
Your tongue fell from your mouth, allowing his fingers to slip inside. You sucked the salty mixture off his fingers.
Felix smirked down at you, âGood girl.â He returned his fingers back inside you, moving them at your preferred pace.
He glanced up at the clock, âHate to rush this, but thereâs a class here in less than 20 minutes.â
You started to move the hand around his cock faster, adding a little twist and small jerks at the top. âThem letâs finish this quickly.â
His fingers tilted up the tiniest bit, moving quicker and deeper, pushing you towards your peak.
Your breath started to get shaky, and his cock was firming in your hand. Felix eyed the door as a voice came from outside.
âLixâ you moaned, your feeling your walls start to clench, your release trickling onto the desk below.
He pulled you into a hug as the door opened, his cock starting to shoot cum. âHey, itâs okay, shh shh.â He faked, motioning behind your back that you were crying.
You caught your breath before trucking his cock back into his pants, you rubbed his cum into your leg.
You sniffed loudly, rubbing your eyes to get some tears to fall. âThank you Lix, youâre always there when I need you.â You hugged him back, sliding off the table.
The two of you quickly grabbed your stuff and left the classroom, continuing your act until you were half way down the hall.
âYouâre quick on your feet, I like that.â You smiled, leaning up and pecking a kiss on his cheek.
He put his hand on the side of your head and kissed your temple, âNext time you tease me like that in class, there will be punishment.â
âDonât tease me with a good time.â You smirked, exciting the building. âCome over tonight?â You asked with a flirty smile.
âOnly if you wear something I can rip off you.â He smirked, giving your ass a squeeze before parting ways.
You sang quietly to yourself as you walked around your apartment, lighting candles throughout. You picked up a cheap lace babydoll lingerie, now hidden under your silk robe.
There was a light knock at the door before Felix walked in, âHey pretty girl.â He greeted, kicking his shoes off.
You skipped over to him, draping your arms over his shoulder before pulling him in for a kiss.
Felix gripped your hips as his lips worked roughly against yours. âAlways so needy.â He teased.
âWell, when youâre being fucked so good, can you blame a girl?â You gently bit his bottom lip before pulling him over to the couch.
He slid his hands up the back of your robe as you straddled him, âhmm, and will you ever tell us which one is better?â He asked, raising an eyebrow.
You slid your hand under his shirt, across his hard abs and to his chest before pulling it off him. âNot a chanceâ
Leaning back, you slowly untied your robe, letting it fall off your shoulders. âWhat do you think?â You asked, eyes on him as your fingers slowly ran along the bust of the lace garment.
Felix eyed you slowly, his hands moving from your back, starting to trail over your body, cupping your breasts. They moved in between your boobs, to the fabric that connected the cups, he ripped down the middle with one good tug.
âI like it.â He ripped it down the middle some more, stopping just under your boobs. He slipped one of them free, taking your nipple in his mouth.
You moaned softly, running your fingers through his hair as his tongue flicked and swirled around your tender bud.
Your eyes had almost closed when you spotted the door handle opening, Changbin had already opened it before you had a chance to fully react.
âBin, why are you here?â You tried to push off Felix but he held you down, a devilish smirk creeped onto his lips.
Felix glanced up from the couch, locking eyes with Changbin, whoâs jaw clenched.
Changbin looked at you, crossing the room few steps. He leaned over the couch, roughly cupping your face as he kissed you passionately.
He knew how to make you moan into a kiss.
Changbin pulled away, smirking. âIâm here to see my girl.â
Felix freed your other breast, running his thumb over your nipple before looking back at the other male. âSheâs a little busy right now, but you can wait outside. Iâll let you know when weâre done.â
You knew how jealous Changbin got of Felix; so while the three of you had the agreement and the boys rarely crossed paths, when they did it was always intense.
âWhy donât we just take this outside right now?â Bin threatened, his hands balling into fists.
Felix gently tossed you off, walking over to size up Changbin. âI donât think you want to do that.â Felix said, glaring at Changbin.
âBoys!â You said loudly, but it didnât do much. They were still going at each other, edging closer to a full blown fight.
You quickly put yourself in between them, facing Changbin. âBinnie.â You said softly, placing your hand on his chest.
Changbin didnât look at you, âYou donât even care about her. Sheâs just a good fuck to you.â
âChangbin!â You got a little louder,
âYou donât know shit about me, Changbin.â Felix shot back, âEven if you did, you wouldnât understand how crazy I am for her.â
Changbin finally looked down at you, his eyes softening as he saw the tears building in yours.
âChangbin, I respect you man. I donât push for a relationship because I know we both make her happy. I justâŠ.I want to keep her in my life.â
Felix took a step back, the energy between them calming a bit.
âI canât lose her.â Changbin said softly, gently giving your hand a squeeze.
You looked at both boys, tears trickling down your cheeks. âIf you both care as much as you say you do, then make this work. Iâm tired of being tossed back and forth only to have you eventually end up fighting.â
You sighed softly, and walking back around the couch, picking up your robe and quickly putting it on.
âI love you both. I want you both.â Your voice cracked a bit, âI need you both. If you two canât work this outâŠâ Your eyes shifted between them. âThen I canât have either of you.â
You started towards your bedroom, chewing on your lip. âSo please, sort out whatever stuff you guys have going on. I donât want to lose either of you.â
It felt like forever that they talked. There hadnât been any yelling, which was a good sign. You even heard the boys sharing a laugh.
You were laying on your side, almost asleep when you felt the bed behind you press down and Felix appeared in front of you.
You sat up, looking at Changbin and Felix, a huge smile taking over your face. âEverythingâs okay?â
They both nodded, âTurns out, if weâre not at each others throats, we actually get along.â Felix chucked, sitting on the bed next to you.
You squealed happily, leaning down to kiss Changbin before Felix.
Changbin pulled your lower half to him as Felix started to take the robe off. âWe want to make it official.â
âOh?â You giggle, watching as Felix kicked off his pants and climbed on the bed. You watched as he stood in front of you, his cock level with your mouth.
âCan we fuck our girlfriend?â Felix asked.
You hummed happily as you wrapped a hand around his length. âAll night if you want.â Binnie reached around to pull your hair back as you wrapped your mouth around the tip of Felixâs cock, sucking just the tip.
Changbin wrapped a arm around your waist, his fingers easily finding your clit to rub small circles.
You moaned quietly, starting to bob your head down Felixâs full length, gagging a bit as it hit the back of your throat.
Changbin repositioned himself, sinking down in the bed as he motioned for you to sit on his face.
You took Felixâs cock in your mouth again, moaning against it as Changbin started to eat you out.
His warm tongue touched every inch of your sensitive pussy, lapping and sucking as if it was his last meal.
Your hand balled in Changbin's hair as your hips rocked a bit, you pulled back from Felix, your hand taking over. "Such good boys. My good boys." You moaned, feeling your climax already hitting.
Changbin held you down as your body shook with pleasure, gasping as your head started to feel dizzy.
You fell from Bin's face, he gave you a few slaps on the ass before Felix flipped you, adjusting you on your knees.
He positioned you between Changbin's legs, who was now sat against the headboard. You leaned on your elbows, taking Changbin's length in your hand as Felix slowly thrusted into your entrance.
"I donât get to see this when I fuck you form behind.â He ran his thumb across your lip before pulling it down. âYou look fucking sexy.â
You smiled weakly, looking up at him with doe eyes, âIâm so lucky to have my two boys.â You moan, your hand starting to lazily pump his cock.
Your hips started to push back into Felix, needing him more. You looked back at him, âYou feel so fucking good Lixie.â
His hand slapped down on your ass, bottoming out as he leaned down to you. âYou want Binnie to fuck you?â
You nod, pushing down a bit and turning on your back. You spread your legs, letting them fall over his as he shuffled into place.
Felix leaned down to kiss you deeply, his hand gently wrapping around your neck as you moaned into his lip.
Changbin started thrusting quickly, your walls already clenching onto his thicker mass. Felix smirked down at you, applying a little more pressure to your neck. âCum for him.â
Your back started to arch as Felixâs free hand found your clit, his fingers moving quickly as you started to peak.
Your hand gripped onto Felixâs as you rutted down onto Bin, intensely riding our your orgasm.
âBinnieâ you whine, his thrusts not letting up.
Your eyes fluttered opened to Felix as you bit hard on your lip, then to Changbin. âI want cum.â
Changbin groaned, âWhere baby?â His hips started to finally slow, hitting deeper with his thrusts.
You looked up at Felix, his eyes dark with desire. âWhat is it princess?â Felix asked, his hand moving from your neck to cup your cheek.
You looked at him with begging eyes, and he knew exactly what you wanted. âCum in her, Bin.â Felix ordered,
Changbin chuckled , âYea?â
You bit a finger and turned your attention to him, nodding as you watched his cock slide in and out of you, glistening with your wetness.
You quickly leaned up to grab Changbin, pulling him in close and roughly kissing his lips. Panting in between kisses and moans.
Changbin cursed against your lips, your walls clenching around him. Felix skipped behind and slapped his ass.
âOh!â Changbin laughed, looking over at Felix.
âSorry, I got excited.â He chuckled, running a hand through his blonde locks.
You giggled quietly, âI like it when he does that.â
Changbin shook his head smiling, focusing back on your as his length started to firm.
âFu-fuck.â You moaned, your head falling back as you pushed into another orgasm.
You couldnât control your body anymore, it was twitching with pleasure, your own release trickling down your ass.
Changbinâs breaths got shaky as his hips came to a stop, his cum pumping deep inside you. He thrusted slowly a few more times before pulling out.
You sunk into the bed a bit, softly whimpering as you felt hot cum seep from your swollen entrance.
He exchanged a high-five with Felix before running a hand through his hair and plopping himself near your head.
Bin watched curiously as Felix dipped his fingers in your hole and scooped out the cum and brought his fingers to your mouth.
âOpen up.â Felix said, biting his lip as he watched.
You leaned up a bit, taking his fingers into your mouth and making an audible sucking sound. You kept your eyes on Binnie, swallowing and licking your lips.
Changbinâs jaw dropped slightly, âThatâs fucking hot..â he groaned.
âKinda used to your sloppy seconds.â Felix shrugged, laughing quietly as he pushed inside you.
The three of you spent the rest of the night getting to know each other. Figuring out what each ones strengths were, cuddling and laughing.
You were so thankful they had worked it out and you got to have both of the boys you love.
And they loved you.
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hi!! I know you said soul exchanges weren't necessary for requests, but I'm more than willing to give mine up for this one because it's a universe I adore
superhero!ateez meeting reader. who or what the reader is? entirely up to you đđđ (the possibilities are endless omg)
((also plz I've been binging all of your writing because it's just so amazing. the cute stuff just gives me lil butterflies and the fuzzies))
yELLS youâre the sweetest actually đ«¶đ» trying to balance all of my stuff & writing, but hopefully what I have out isnât the last of the butterflies đŠ & fuzzies Iâll be giving you đ„° also this is such a good AU idea??? OMG not me spending forever thinking about their powers đ«Ł tried not to just drop them directly into famous heroesâ roles⊠but Yunho HAD to be spiderman & I will not apologize đ€đ also, Iâd be down to do a part 2 for sure hehe
Warnings: some gun/minor violence/death references, some blood, suggestive comment(s), some pain/peril for Reader, long post lol
Meeting Superhero!Ateez
Hongjoong
Magic was not something to be tarried with. It was not a substance one could bend to their will, it was an art and a fickle one at that.
No one understood that better than a person who wasnât meant to have it in the first place. He hadnât been tricked into selling his soul, lost himself in some foolish, evil deal, no. Oh, no.
Heâd gone and died.
It had felt just like blacking out when heâd been hit, coming to like the collision was barely beyond a concussion. But the world wasnât the world when Hongjoong awoke.
There was no sun, no plants, only twisted, dead roots, and the people passing by him little more than glowing wraiths, some looking more human than others. His first reaction was to hold his hands before his eyes, exhaling in relief at the sight of their flesh. Except it felt like his ribcage had shrunk; he was unable to get as much air in or out as usual, every fight for air shallowed.
âWhatâs happening? Where am I?â
âThis is the Underworld,â a low voice replied from behind him, sending him shooting up to his feet and turning to face its owner.
A woman perhaps twice his age, one draped in loose black veils falling around the tight shadowy raiment she wore. Her hair like emerald flame wreathing an expression of dark curiosity, like Hongjoong were a bug she hadnât decided if she was annoyed by.
He was confused, but not afraid. âWell, I want out. There was so much I was in the middle of out there. I canât lose it all in some accident. I can barely breathe down here!â
The woman chuckled deeply. âGetting sent back is no simple task. We do not idly accept mistakes.â
âIsnât there something I can do?â Hongjoong urged, stepping forward and gazing into the womanâs blazing green eyes.
âYou will never be fully living again. To return is to become a conduit of the Underworld.â
âWill I be a ghost?â
âNo, but your humanity will never fully be restored. Deathâs connection is inescapable. A part of you will forever be tied to us. Is this what you wish?â
Hongjoong had a career up there. Friends who werenât ghosts. A hard drive full of projects. A distinct lack of green flame littering the ground. Music. Fashion. Whatever life he could have. Breath in his lungs. The words escaped his shallow chest so quickly he barely realized heâd spoken them. âYes, it is.â
The deal was sealed willingly and the Underworld faded away, the final sight in Hongjoongâs eyes those points of green burning into his soul.
~
Nothing seemed different when breath rushed fully back into his heaving lungs or when he crawled from the wreckage of his car. His feet still hit solid ground as he walked back to his apartment under the night sky.
And the next day when he was yanked into an alley by two dark figures, his heart sure beat. And when they, speaking of him being the one they were sent for, raised knives, surely it was a one-way ticket out of his second life. Maybe heâd be like a cat, get nineâŠ
All of the stress, every endorphin pumped through Hongjoongâs newly-reanimated body, dropped from him like sweat and arced out as green flame.
The cloaked assailants recoiled at the flame, cursed as glowing forms rose from it. Two of them little more than skeletons, one of them much more humanoid. More like the wraiths Hongjoong saw. More like the Emerald Lady herself. He couldn't help recoiling himself, glancing down again at his hands in disbelief. That was of his making?
The duo of skeletons lashed out first, parrying dagger with sword. You sealed the deal, slamming the butt of your polearm down upon the concrete and sending cracks erupting across the charcoal grey. Beneath their staggered feet, a fissure opened up, sending the men plummeting to some unknown doom.
And with that, you turned to Hongjoong, head cocked with interest. "You're going to be hunted from now on."
He took a deep breath, balled his hands into fists. "What did she do to me?"
"Why do you think she let you go so easily? You're the next Crane."
Tempting was it to look away from the burning glow of your eyes, so similar to the ones who bore him half-escape. Hongjoong wasn't the sort to give in, though. "What does that mean?"
"You were never meant to come to the Underworld, even witness it. Whatever your memories tell you, that was no ordinary accident you were in."
Seonghwa
When you first saw him, sparks flew. Literally.
Youâd been focused on the mission at hand, hovering above what you hoped was the main jet for infiltration when a burst of the most beautiful glittering energy sparked before you, wavering like the Aurora Borealis at the edges as it struck open the adjacent craft. It was enough to shake you from the crosshairs haze of disabling anything, stealing your gaze over to the sweeping flight of a black-haired man in a dashing caped suit of violet and silver.
Stories of such a man had reached your ears. âYouâre the one they call Cosmos, arenât you?â You called, mirroring the smile that rose to his lips.
He nodded. âAnd you must be Depth Charge.â
âI will have you know that that was not my first choice,â you replied as you sent a pulse echoing through the jetâs steel, âor my choice at all. It barely makes sense. I go up, not down.â
Cosmos chuckled at that. His eyes sparkled like the stars in his little energy burst trick, giving him an air of innocence despite his trim figure, the way he sailed through the sky in that l roguish suit. Maybe this was going to be a fun fight after all.
He swerved narrowly past a barrage of jet-fire. âMaybe we should talk when weâre not, you know, attempting to prevent the theft of confidential technology?â
"You're no fun," you mock-scoffed, smirking and boosting yourself to the next jet with a pulse of energy.
"And you're not the one getting shot at!" He fired back, blasting more crackling, star-studded energy at the next barrage before ducking below the shrapnel.
"Yeah, yeah, just come back me up, I see our guy," you urged him, crawling to the top of the jet and focusing the waves you felt into a bladelike space.
The hole had just been cut open when Cosmos swooped in next to you. He was somehow taller than you'd pictured once you saw him up close, serious expression completely changing his bearing. You studied his profile for a few seconds before sliding in through your entry hole legs first. Boots hitting hard floor with a wince-inducing jolt up your ankles, you readied another sonic blade and crept closer to the cockpit. Some shuffling at your back told you Cosmos followed close behind.
Two goons rose from their seats at the sight of you, landing a couple of punches to both of you and even managing to knock you over before you sent their inertia right back at them, slamming them against the wall as you held your surely-bruised jaw. For all his spark, Cosmos held his own in hand-to-hand combat. Well, relatively speaking. He ended up knocking his opponent out with a surprising roundhouse kick. You smiled again, giving a shake of your head.
"What?"
"Extra," you chuckled.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied, extending an arm to the cockpit door, "would you like to do the honors?"
"Thank you, my good man," you humored him, peeling open the door to meet with a faceful of gun barrels.
"I would stay back if I were you," the head thief remarked. Geez, was the guy reading an old movie script?
"I would stand down, actually, unless you'd like to sail through a hole torn in space," Cosmos told him, standing firm.
Your jaw dropped as you turned to face him. "You can do that?"
He gave you an urgent look.
"Sorry."
"You wouldn't risk letting this device go any more than I would," your enemy sneered, tugging his tie into place.
"I wouldn't have to. That's kind of the thing with being able to manipulate gravity. And yes, I can do that."
With that, he raised a hand and the jet flipped upside down. No, wait, you flipped upside down, drifting into the air against your own volition and flailing fecklessly for a few flaps before firing off a balancing pulse. The case drifted loosely in the air, into the hands of one of the gunners, and then right back out as Cosmos summoned it forth. The men opened fire instantly, bullets drifting slowly into air filling with faint whisps of smoke. Both of you banked hard left to dodge the fire, grunting as you hit the wall hard, but Cosmos stood firm again, offering you his hand. Taking it, you felt yourself hurtling through the air, a familiar sensation as speed returned, then the harsh blasts of wind upon leaving the hull.
"Sorry I stole your target," he told you as he drifted and you blasted away, gazes turning from the final jet's descent.
"Stole it?" You snorted, giving him a smile. "I believe that's called helping me. I'm not exactly in this for the brownie button."
"Oh, yeah, what was it again? For fun, right?"
"Something like that," you agreed.
"By the way, if we're going to be working together, we better know each other's names. Real names. My name is Seonghwa." And there were those stars again, lighting up his dark eyes in a manner far too on the nose for his hero name.
Heart fluttering, you gave him your name.
Yunho
Fortunate. Thatâs how many people described living in a city with a guardian. Hopeful, like if they were to get into trouble, that very man could, in the most literal sense, swoop in and rescue them. It was like magic how he appeared at the scene of wrongdoings- it only added to the feeling that he could see all that occurred through the hustle and bustle of the proverbial concrete jungle.
For Yunho, it was a lot of pressure. Phrases like the man, the myth, the legend hit a little too close to home. What if he were to let someone down? What if one day the mask got yanked off and all everyone saw was a fresh college graduate semi-desperately searching for a job to apply his major to? He didnât always feel like a hero, just like a man doing his best to help out.
A man with wishes and dreams like any other. Oftentimes that wish was simply for life to be normal again. Like, he had been granted this amazing opportunity and yet it still fell like a burden across his heart sometimes. Especially when he looked at you.
You were his next door neighbor, the occupant of the apartment adjacent to his. Some days you both would be out on your balconies at the same time just staring out at city lights with your favorite drink in hand and youâd glance across the way and smile at each other. Start a little conversation. What do you think those people across the way are doing? Man, you wouldnât believe this customer at work today. Whatcha got there, the usual?
It dawned on Yunho sometimes in some poetic delusion that you two took and occupied identical spaces, yet they would be wholly unknown to the other. Made reflections of someone still learned. It made him want to clean his apartment, frankly.
It put things into perspective about his powers, too. One time his spidey sense went off and he told you to step back, only for a bird poo to land exactly where your head would have been. As a jest youâd called him your hero, but the jolt that sent through his heart was anything but funny. Fuel, thatâs what it was. Motivation to be the man, the myth, the legend, even in the smallest way.
~
The sense rang through his body, slid down his spine, mere seconds before the cry for help. Yunho would have recognized that voice anywhere.
As he launched a web out and swung closer to the sound, his heart pounded. It had never been anyone he knew before. It wasnât supposed to be someone he knew. But it was you. Sailing between buildings, he stuck to the top of the nearest one, gazing down at the man before you and narrowing his eyes at his wild gestures. Without warning, though, he was grabbing you, pinning you to the wall and reaching a hand-
Thwip! A hand that was pinned to his side before it could even reach a weapon, touch you again. Swinging out from his viewpoint corner, Yunho slammed into the creep with his feet, kicking him off of you. In retaliation, he landed a punch with his good hand.
âWhat is this,â Yunho lowered his voice lest you recognize it as your neighborâs, ââI can take you with one hand tied behind my backâ?â
Before the man could reply Yunho tied him down again, not wanting to stoop any closer to his level of brutality.
âI think Iâll have a word with the police on you. Heard they were investigating a bunch of abductions. Itâs about time they got some practice in.â
Footsteps rang out as you ran to his side. âSpiderman! Thank you! I had no idea if anyone would hear me, but I should have known!â
âHear you? I could feel you,â he replied, âwell, er, that is, I⊠I have this, you know, danger sense and I-â
âHey, itâs ok. I get it,â you said, wrapping your arms around him in a quick side hug, âI know youâre nothing like that guy. Your partnerâs lucky to have a guy like you.â
âWell,â Yunhoâs voice lowered even more as your eyes peered into his masked ones, as if you could see him, âI donât actually have one. No oneâs really into, uh, yeah.â
âWell, then, can I do this?â With two fingers, you motioned near the edge of his mask, sliding up its corner.
Yunho inhaled, eyes widening beneath their white affects. âSure.â
Your fingers felt cool when they brushed the edges of his skin, staying true to their word as they peeled up the tiniest section of his mask. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It took everything in Yunho not to giggle then and there.
âThank you again,â you breathed as you leaned back.
âNo problem,â Yunho replied, âneed a walk back home?â
You put a hand on your hip. âSince when does Spiderman walk?â
Chuckling, he shrugged. âThought offering a swing might scare you.â
You smiled. âIâd be down.â
âAlright, then, hold on tight and name the address.â
Yeosang
It was just another day on the streets of Seoul. The day's bustle had taken its toll on the sidewalk, crowding the strip with bodies and voices. All Yeosang wanted was to get out of there. No sooner had that thought occurred, though, was he reflexively granted that wish: one of the multitudinous passersby careened sideways into him, and in his startlement heâd disappeared entirely.
Cursing internally, he searched for witnesses, sighing with relief at the simple alley heâd unthinkingly sent himself to. Premature relief, for as he turned to leave said alley, there you were standing as if frozen in a bend over a trash can, eyes wide as saucers. He felt his own eyes reflexively widen, resisting every impulse to disappear again and leave you just wondering if youâd gone crazy, never to see him again in a city that large.
A smile spread across your face. âThat was awesome! Dude, you just teleported!â
âNo, I didnât,â he deadpanned, taking a few steps toward the alley opening.
âOk, gaslighter.â
Yeosang stopped dead in his tracks, turned to fix an eye upon you again, sighed. âYou understand what a big secret you just witnessed?â
Straightening, you shot him a finger gun. âSo you did teleport?â
âYes, I did. I know how this works,â Yeosang answered, âwhat will it take for you to keep quiet?â
âAre you a superhero?â You asked, skipping over a scattering of alley trash to move to his side.
âI-â Yeosang sighed. Most days he felt more cursed than heroic. Burdened with secrecy and threats to all who stood for differences, deviations of any kind. But a mutation like his? Inherently greater safety than most challengers to Seoul folk. Dodging the proverbial bullet. Heâd managed to teleport a woman who jumped off a building and have a conversation with her. Weeks later. She saw him again, said she considered him her hero. Humbling to say the least. After the long pause, he swallowed. âI try.â
âThatâs so cool! What you need is a sidekick.â
âIâm not exactly spiderman,â he replied sheepishly.
Your eyes darted briefly away, then back to his. âHome base?â
âI mean, I live somewhere already, but-â
âNo, no,â you cut him off, waving a hand, âI mean like a secret hideout where you can conduct your operations and keep your research with yourâŠadministrative assistant.â
âOk,â Yeosang chuckled, âthatâs a pretty clever workaround for âsidekickâ. But you have to realize people like me arenât exactly caped crusaders. Itâs not an organized thing, I donât have a danger sense, I justâŠhelp where I can.â
At that, you nodded, eager expression finally sobering a bit. âI know. I had a friend whose family attacked him over his powers. He barely made it out of there. I donât even know where he is now. I guess I just want a better face for you guys. Maybe I just want to make a hero.â
Oh. Yeosang was not expecting that. His eyes widened, softened, blinked. âItâs a nice thought, but maybe letâs start small.â A part of him couldnât believe he was even implying an agreement, but heâd been alone for so long. Alone wanting to believe someday the world would change.
âLike some cameras? A red-string sort of situation on local crime? Bullet dodge training?â
âI, uh, I think Iâve got the last one covered,â Yeosang replied, putting his hands in his pockets and finally shuffling toward the alley horizon, squinting as he crossed the sunâs threshold.
âYouâve been in a shootout?â You gasped, following him with a hand out over your wide eyes.
âShh,â he hushed you, glancing back and forth at the thankfully empty street, âI told you! I try to help where I can. Even if it means making myself a target. Iâm much harder to hit than the usual robbery victim.â
âThis is so cool. Whatâs your name, by the way?â
âYeosang.â
You gave him your name, glanced back at him from the peripheries of his vision. âThey ever give you a nickname?â
âThey usually just say Iâm like trying to hit a ghost.â
âGhost,â you murmured, âthat could work.â
âMaybe it could,â Yeosang murmured back, smiling faintly into your wide grin, âmaybe.â
San
Most of the other workers thought you were too young. You looked more the age of the test subjects, they said, despite you denying any presence of the mutagens. All you wanted was to understand them, just like anybody else. After all, harnessing the genetic component that allowed adaptation that fast had both amazing and terrifying implications for humanity. Implications not lost on the subjects themselves. It was for that reason that you were assigned to the one dubbed safest for beginners.
He was a young man about your age, a man with well-sculpted features and a contagious smile-on the rare occasion you got to see it. It wasnât a happy life, after all, in a laboratory quarters, even if they did âsimulate comfortâ. It was a lie and everyone knew it- those were no apartments. They were cells. It was no way to live, and there you were working there and contributing to it.
Well, sort of. âOk, I know they say no pins in the walls, but I keep hearing how the guy who likes to give himself bear claws has practically scratched the entire things off his room, so seems a bit hypocritical. I got your old Day6 poster,â you told your subject, holding up a few pushpins in one hand and his poster in the other.
âArenât you going to get in trouble?â San asked, grin emphasizing his charming dimples.
âIf they fire me, they lose the latest honors geneticist, so I donât think they want to risk it over a poster.â
âGood point,â he conceded, accepting your gift and crossing the room to pin it on the wall nearest his bed one corner at a time.
His motions were careful, calculated- far less erratic than many of the other subjectsâ. Subjects. You kept using that word. Dehumanizing. Was that the end goal?
âAlright, what do you think?â
Sanâs voice cut through your thoughts, directing your attention to the band now displayed upon his wall. One small addition and the room had that much more personality. That much more San.
You smiled. âI like it.â
He nodded toward all the guys in the picture. âWhoâs your favorite?â
âI dunno,â you mused, pointing, âthat oneâs pretty handsome.â
âYoung K? Oh, everyone tells me I look like him,â San grins.
âNo, they donât!â You tease. âYou wouldâve just said that about anyone I called handsome!â
âMaybe,â he shrugged, âgotta have some fun before my daily blood sample, huh?â
Smiling sadly, you just nodded, stepping back to take up your syringe tray from where youâd set it on his bookshelf.
~
Shrill warnings echoed throughout every corner of the alternately dimming and brightening laboratory, lights flashing their own alarm as your feet struck the smooth, institutional stained concrete. Thereâd been a containment breach, an immediate interruption to your protein synthesis as battle stations rang.
Restrain. That was the order. As if you could do anything against a guy with bear claws or venomous barbs or someone with the agility of a cheetah. That was why your company wanted the source so badly- super soldiers and all that. Always soldiers. Never curing wounds. Never jellyfish immortality. None of the subjects had thought of that one, either, as far as you knew, but then youâd yet to witness anyone using the mutagenâs power.
What could you do? There was a taser in your pocket, a small standard-issue youâd received in case of this very unlikely scenario. Restrain was about the only chance you had, but the thought of running into the breach barely crossed your mind amidst the chaos of scrambling compatriots and banging doors as the mass escape began.
All you could think of was reaching Quarters 314. Sanâs room. It was insane, it was stupid, it was the absolute irrevocable death of your career there- but then again, so would all the subjects escaping be.
If a bunch of the most powerful mutants you housed were escaping already, you wanted San to have freedom. Every cent you had, youâd bet that he could walk back out onto the streets and never hurt a single soul. Thatâs why they gave him to you in the first place- he was complacent. Kind.
304. The moment the door entered the haze of your vision, you slammed your key card on the lock sensor pad and tumbled in.
San was hunched near the doorway. âWhatâs going on, did someone get hurt?â
âTheyâre escaping. All the strongest ones,â pausing for a heartbeat, you reconsidered your words, thought about how every man and woman in the building had the same skills, âwell, all the fighters. Come on.â
His eyes, shining as ever, widened. âAre we evacuating?â
âNo,â you shook your head, grabbing his hand, âyouâre leaving.â
âI donât understand.â
âThis might be your one chance to get back out there and live. Iâve been coming in here every day for weeks. You donât deserve to live in a cell. As badly as I wanna know how you work, this isnât a life for anyone. Do you want out?â You asked, tone firm despite your frantic heart, searching his eyes.
San nodded. âOk. Thank you. I can get us out.â
You frowned. âUs?â
âIf this is all on the cameras you stick everywhere, they wonât be your biggest fans anymore.â
âGood point. Are you going toâŠâ You trailed off, unsure how to broach the subject.
He hummed in response, those soft eyes youâd seen every day hardening like never before and that sharp jaw setting. He squaredâŠbraced himself.
âYou donât like doing it, do you?â The question came out of your mouth before it had fully entered your brain, but to your relief he didnât look annoyed.
âDepends on what it is. You havenât seen it, have you?â
You shook your head.
âWell, sorry this is your first time,â San said, and with that, his shoulders squared again, his head falling as if struck down.
Subconsciously, you reached out hands at his pained expression, but what could you do? It was all inside him.
At least at first. Soon, the slick fabric of his moisture-wicking regulation top was splitting, bursts of blood spraying as new bone and tissue arose, tendrils that solidified into sharp flesh-toned blades before bursting into feathers. Tears fell from Sanâs eyes as he shakily rose back to his feet. Heâd just grown wings.
And as if all that blood and tissue and the sheer amount of development occurring over mere seconds was little more than a strenuous workout, he wiped his brow with his left hand and extended his right.
âAlright, letâs get out of here.â
Mingi
Sometimes he wondered why he was chosen.
What it was about him that another race from a different planet would think he had what it took to bear and protect one of their greatest treasures? Heâd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe the right place. The demand had been simple- keep it safe until others arrive for it.
The crash had happened when he was home, a sound so deafening it was like the world was ending. Shaking as he was, Mingi had run outside into the rush of the night wind, out along the smoke trail in the woods to see if whatever catastrophe had had survivors, if victims. And survivors there were- ones a bit odd-looking. Almost human save for the violet hue of their skin, the pointed tips of their ears, the vertical slits of eyelids revealed when the womanâs visor fell from across her eyes. Their skin felt different, too, as Mingi pulled them from beneath crushed metal and fire, firm and with smoothness gently interrupted by texture he could only describe as like small scales.
They didnât look happy with him, but still accepted his help stumbling between trees and back into his home. They understood bandages, accepted beds. Swore Mingi to secrecy even as they thanked him days later. Be it technology or some uncanny occasion, they could speak to him. They could understand.
The mission theyâd set out on was one of guardianship; the relic, something of myth, needed new housing and a new bearer.
âThe one worthy will be selected,â the man told him in his deep, faintly accented hiss of a voice.
It was an imposition, sure. But how often did aliens land near oneâs property guarding a weapon of legend? Mingiâs whole week had felt like a dream, and until he woke up the least he could do was deepen its lucidity.
âCan I see it?â He asked, peering up earnestly into their snakelike eyes from above the intricately carven and paneled box of steel with the most incredible iridescent shine heâd ever seen. Its contents had to be even more beautiful, right?
They watched, glanced down at the way his hands hovered reverently, stared back into his eyes.
âYou are not of deceitful mind,â the woman replied.
âIt is not out of depth that he welcomed strangers into his home,â the man shot back.
âNo, it was out of kindness,â the woman insisted, waving a hand over the box, âas a reward, you may look upon the Heart of Steel.â
Gingerly, she traced some of the lines that Mingi had barely noticed with the tips of her long fingers, reaching beneath the bottom and holding her hands there until the top of the box simply floated a foot or two above the remainder, held by some microcosm gravity that drew a breath of awe from Mingi. Reflexively his fingers stretched toward the contents of the box, a smooth metal teardrop shape crafted from that same resplendent material.
Heat radiated from its small surface the moment he moved closer, sending him drawing back, but like a magnet it shot after him and into his hand.
âIâm sorry,â he said, glancing at both of the beings who still hadnât offered him names, âI swear Iâm not doing this!â
âNo,â the woman shook her head, snake-eyes wide, âyou are being chosen.â
~
âAnd you expect me to believe this why?â You asked him, brow arched.
âBecause,â Mingi put up his hands in defense, eyes scanning your form, âI didnât even want to touch it! Why would I steal this thing I know nothing about?â
âDelskvlln was right. Not a deep thinker,â you commented.
âSee? I know him! They ended up telling me their names! His wife wasâŠerâŠSyssmerlyss? I am so sorry if Iâm not pronouncing it correctly.â
âWell, the accent needs work, but I suppose Syssmerlyss was right- you have a certain kindness about you.â You took two steps closer to him, half-tapping, half-pushing him on the shoulder twice in a gesture that probably didnât fully translate. âCome on, then, we have training to do.â
âWell,â he scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly, âsometimes the suit doesn't cooperate, but I think Iâm starting to get pretty good with the gravity swords.â
âIt gave you the swords?â
âHeh, uhâŠyeah?â
Wooyoung
It was hard sometimes, using such abilities for good. Had he so chosen, Jung Wooyoung could have become a world leader, a dictator even. But that thought terrified him. The pressure sounded unbearable. No fun, either, not that former friends hadnât tried to convince him countless times to use his gifts for that, too. He preferred the traditional methods of seduction, were he to desire employing any at all.
Accessing minds was Wooyoungâs least favorite skill, in fact. Seeing and hearing thoughts was crushing, uncomfortable, an unfair dominance. Bouncing twice as high as a person should be able to with a force field, though? Making things levitate out of peopleâs hands? Beeâs knees.
He'd been a rogue in the city, just a wanderer who did what he could to help others when he wasnât working. Flinging the gun out of an armed robberâs hand, blocking bullets with force fields, even fighting back when he had to.
They just didnât learn. He couldnât help scoffing a bit and teasing them when they fired at him.
âNow, gentleman, isnât this a bit insulting?â Heâd ask, casually flipping a hand as the bullets ricocheted and buried themselves harmlessly into walls. âAnd besides, I donât want to hurt you. I just think this doesnât belong to you.â
Cue him summoning the stolen money or goods right from their indignant hands and, eventually, back to the rightful owner. After convincing them all to stand still with their hands in the air, of course.
There had just begun whispers of his presence, trepidation at the prospect of an illegal smuggle or a robbery for the first time, a name for him emerging when he faced the first true opposition.
âSo, youâre the Vigilante everyoneâs talking about, are you?â
âIs that what they call me?â Wooyoung shot back.
âGuess you arenât in it for the fame,â you snickered, stepping further from the shadows of the doorway, a tube-shaped device Wooyoung didnât recognize in your hand.
âWhat do you want with me?â He asked, glancing at it and crossing his arms.
âIdeally, you to get out of the way,â you replied, flicking something on the device and sending it unfolding with large cracks, climbing up your forearm like a mechanical caterpillar and glowing at the tip once your hand was completely enveloped.
âOut of the way of wh-â He didnât have time to complete his sentence before a bolt of energy arced his way, his instincts barely kicking in in time for him to launch away from it.
Putting up a force field, he stood his ground, staring at you with new interest. âYouâre part of the weapons racket, arenât you?â
âA plus, genius,â you replied, smug satisfaction glinting in your eyes, âthe city isnât going to need you much longer.â
âYouâre right,â he said, âbecause Iâm about to kick your ass.â
Another bolt of purple energy came at him, shattering the faint glow of his field. Wooyoungâs jaw dropped, but he quickly righted it as he moved closer. It felt like his whole body clenched as his energy focused on peeling the device off. You winced in pain and jumped back as the gun fired an erratic shot that rained chunks of ceiling down behind Wooyoungâs back, sending a little lightning strike of guilt across his heart, but he kept at it, sending each piece yanked off to your side to fortify the restraints he was making. You struggled, panting and tugging as he worked, kicking aside his work and scrambling toward a panel on the wall. With each button you pressed, Wooyoung slid your feet out from under you, but in the end he heard the dreaded activation beep. The look you turned and shot him was a mix of defiance and resignation that shook him to his core and froze him to the spot. He didnât even stop you as you ran away, just slid the nearest couple pieces of your contraption towards himself, grabbed them, and made his own flight out before the place blew.
Shielding himself from the heat and sound, he knelt and examined the scraps. Luck was on his side, it seemed; heâd gotten the chunk bearing manufacturer and serial number info. For the first time in his life, Wooyoung wasnât going to just deflect and run- he was going to chase you down.
Jongho
It was cloudy. It was almost always cloudy. Not exactly ideal conditions for your lot, but what were you going to do? Couldn't exactly bottle sunshine, as they said.
Not that they weren't probably trying. Scientists had gone positively psycho in your city, the hottest trend being harnessing the elements. Success rate? You, at least. It wasn't supposed to be you. Maybe not anyone, for that matter, but the spores ended up in your body regardless. You'd heard that they were supposed to be used or they'd take over, but the call to do so was strong regardless.
Trees planted on the sidewalk suddenly bloomed and flourished. Green sprouted in odd hosts within the concrete jungle. Flowers out of sidewalks and the like. Anything to combat what the rest of humanity was doing, right?
That was all it had been until someone saw you. An older man, betrayingly grandfatherly, began a mild conversation that quickly deepened, progressed to him requesting your help in an investigation on the very place that exposed you to their research.
"Why me? I barely spent any time there. I wasn't the test subject, it was an accident!" Never had you realized you were afraid to return until it was asked of you. The infection was hell until it stuck, pain all over your body like you'd never known, violent reactions as your body writhed and tried again and again to reject the foreign invasion.
Then poof, there you were as the city's chlorophyll ninja.
"Because you have been inside. You've visited once, why not again? They'll never suspect a thing, and if they do, you're armed with something much greater than what I got."
"Oh," you raised a brow, "so this is personal?"
"It's beyond that," the main replied quickly, gaze darting from yours, "but yes. I'm getting older. This sort of mission is getting more difficult. But more than anything they would recognize me in a heartbeat, and I didn't exactly quit on good terms."
"I'm not in this fight. I didn't ask for any of this," you repeated, "and now you want me to go in there blind and alone? Maybe I don't want to be your recon pawn."
The old man waved a hand, the one that wasn't gloved. "You wouldn't be alone, poor dear. You think you're the only escaped lab rat? I used to think I was." Grabbing the hem of his pant leg, he pulled it up to reveal a very elaborate cybernetic prosthesis. "Both are different. But no, I've kept tabs on the place for a long time. Found another much like you."
With that, he motioned to the doorway with his free hand. Guess you could figure out why the other was covered. As your gaze traced the man's one organic limb, your eyes fell to the doorway, where a young man about your age stepped out.
His appearance was pretty innocuous. His hair was short and dark, his expression stony but his features kind. His broad shoulders were draped with a long coat that swayed near the base of his boots, and beneath that he wore a dark turtleneck and jeans.
"How do you do, Neo?" You quipped as your eyes scanned his form.
To your great surprise, that 'mission go' look on his face melted rapidly into a wide grin, a chuckle. Guy had a nice smile.
"It's Jongho. That was good, though." He nodded down toward you. "Was the green intentional?"
You yourself glanced down at your outfit, and you'd be darned. You were wearing green. Apparently this Jongho fellow knew more about you than you did of him. You were surprised he didn't comment on the potted plant necklace you'd gotten from Etsy- the one you'd nicknamed 'ammo'.
"No, but I guess fate has a sense of humor. Do you have beef with FTR Labs too?"
Jongho nodded. "They have my brother."
At that, your heart dropped. Just by the man's tone of voice you could tell he was trying to be brave, but he didn't want to go back to FTR any more than you did. Want, no. Need? Yes. Maybe the old man was right- maybe they were taking their experiments too far. You hadn't even seen what they'd done to Jongho yet. If it had been a fight for his body, too, let alone his brother's.
"Alright," you nodded, shoving your hands in your pockets, "I'll go with you. Do you have a plan?"
"Of course. My main goal is to disrupt their comms first."
"Classic. How do you propose we do that?"
"I figured a little lightning would do the trick."
"Excuse me?"
Wordlessly, Jongho stared at you, his eyes almost glazing over as gusts of wind rolled through the room and clouds drifted over his head, spattering his black-clad shoulders with tiny droplets of rain. Electricity arced between two of the clouds, light flashing like tiny, branched white roots as it traveled down his cheek, through his arm and into his hand as if illuminating his very veins. Harnessing the elements.
Nothing could have stopped your jaw from dropping, but as you righted yourself, you couldn't help smiling with a strange rush of anticipation. "Hey, if you're the one that's been keeping it so cloudy these days, can you at least rain a little on my friends?" And with that, you let ammo grow out, engulfing your upper body with the comforting hug of leafy vines.
"Kids," the old man shook his head, "always showing off."
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