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Devil's Night II

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[GP!Vampire!Mina x Succubus!Sana x GP!Werewolf!Momo]

CW: GP, vampires, werewolves, demons, buckle up

Neither Momo nor Mina could recall how they had ended up where they currently were: the giant two story condo Sana called home. Neither one of them remembered ordering a car or taking public transportation; it was like they had suddenly appeared there at her front door. 

When they made it upstairs, Momo didn’t need Sana to lead the way– the scent of the demon was all over the large primary bedroom. 

“Wow,” the werewolf said, taking in the space. The wood flooring beneath her feet felt cool. A large, lavish rug in the center of the room against one wall separated the rest of the room from the sleeping space, which consisted of a large, minimalist raised platform bed. Floor to ceiling windows took over on one end of the room, which let in a glimpse of the illuminated city far below them through soft white curtains. 

Momo could pick out the scent of bamboo, oak, eucalyptus and…

“Do you collect perfume?” she asked. 

Sana smiled and gestured behind her, where wooden display shelves were lined with a number of vintage and expensive bottles. 

While Momo took in the collection, Mina glanced out the window warily. 

Sana made her way over to the vampire and let her upper arm brush against the other woman’s. 

“Would you like a drink?” she asked, but Mina started to share her head. 

“Oh, I’m okay–” Mina started, but Sana cut her off.

“No baby, not that kind,” Sana said, a mischievous smile on her face. She tilted her neck, bringing her pointer finger up to her neck and letting it drag downward toward her collarbone. “A drink.” 

Mina’s cock twitched. She gave the succubus a quick once over and nodded. Sana took Mina’s hand in hers and pulled her lightly over to her bed. “Come have a taste, then,” she said. 

The vampire followed her over to the edge of the bed and watched as Sana positioned herself to sit back against her headboard. 

“Momo?” Mina wanted nothing more than to bite into the neck of the demon, but first, she needed to satisfy a desire she’d been harboring since the night began. 

Momo joined Mina beside Sana’s bed, eyes roaming over the two of them hungrily. 

The vampire found herself shy suddenly, “I– I met Momo first, so forgive me Sana but…” she turned to the werewolf. “Can I kiss you?” 

The werewolf’s eyebrows rose but she nodded, a small smile on her lips. She brought one hand up to the vampire’s face and cupped her cheek while leaning in to kiss her. Mina’s nose was cold as it brushed against Momo’s warm, blushing face. One kiss became two, and then Momo’s tongue was suddenly running over Mina’s. 

Sana watched with intense desire, growing wetter by the second. Her fingers trailed over her own body slowly, beginning to undo her black bodysuit. Momo let out a husk of a growl as she made out with Mina, her teeth running over the vampire’s long, sharp teeth curiously. The werewolf pulled Mina closer to her and gasped a little when she felt the vampire’s bulge rub against her own. 

They broke apart, distracted by the sensation, and Sana let out a little breath, squeezing her legs together. “God,” she said, reclaiming their attention. “Look at you two.” She made her way back up toward them, her body suit falling off of her shoulders as her hands moved up between their legs, palming at their bulges. 

Mina tried not to buck into her touch, but her stuttered breath betrayed how badly she wanted to be inside Sana. 

The demon snickered. “Needy,” she murmured. While she began to get Mina out of her clothes, the vampire took the opportunity to help get Momo out of her costume, letting her arms run over the werewolf’s strong arms for an extra second or two. Momo shivered a little at her touch. 

Soon both Momo and Mina’s clothing was discarded on the floor and Sana beckoned them closer onto the bed. Momo’s hands caressed Sana’s body while Mina stripped the demon out of her costume, adding it to the pile on the floor. The werewolf then flipped Sana onto all fours, angling herself in front of Sana’s head while Mina came up behind the demon, running her hands over her back, giving her ass an appreciative squeeze. 

“Want your mouth,” the werewolf said, and Sana obliged. Mina pumped her length a few times while she curiously watched Sana move in toward Momo’s cock. Both Sana and Mina were impressed with Momo’s hardware and her well toned abs. The vampire watched on curiously as Sana reached one hand up to explore Momo’s body. Momo kept herself well shaven for the most part up top, but what held Sana’s attention was the werewolf’s visible happy trail and upper thighs covered in soft, dark hair.  

“Jesus,” Sana murmured, finally acknowledging Momo’s massive cock. With the full moon and her rut approaching so soon, her dick was intimidatingly thick and heavy between her thighs. 

The vampire licked her lips at the sight, too. She had always wanted to try taking someone else’s dick, but the werewolf was way too big for her, especially this close to a rut. She was eager to see the succubus try to take her eventually, but for now, Sana’s pussy was all hers.   

While Mina fisted her own cock in her hand, Sana took Momo’s cock in her hand and tapped it on her tongue, teasing her. 

Momo appeared to be doing her best to maintain her human appearance, but the more turned on she became, the more of her natural werewolf features slipped through the cracks. Her nails, for instance, were much longer and sharper now, and the veins in her hands were a little more visible. Her hair seemed thicker, suddenly, and longer. 

Sana kissed Momo’s red, leaking tip softly, then licked up some of her precum, making the werewolf bite back an excited whine. 

“Promise me you’ll still try to knot me even if I make you cum down my throat?” Sana asked, and Momo nodded without hesitation. 

It was all the encouragement Sana needed to take Momo into her mouth then. She kissed and licked her way around the red, leaking tip. It was good that the vampire would take her pussy first because she needed all the stretch she could get from another cock before she’d be ready to attempt taking Momo. 

Sana paused for a moment and she looked over her shoulder at Mina. Her eyes did that flickering thing again, going all black as she said “Please,” in a voice far deeper and less human than the one she’d been speaking with all night. Her eyes quickly returned to normal and Mina felt an incredible sense of urgency suddenly. The vampire gripped Sana’s waist in one hand while the other guided her stiff cock between Sana’s folds, coating her tip with the slick the demon was leaking down her thighs. 

As Mina started sliding into Sana’s cunt, Momo wrapped a hand around the demon’s head, grabbing a handful of her long, dark hair, and slid her tip into Sana’s warm, wet mouth. 

Sana let out a muffled moan, arching her back a bit for Mina and relaxing her jaw for Momo.

As Mina bottomed out in the demon, Sana pushed more of Momo’s cock into her mouth. She paid extra attention to her cockhead, taking her time swirling her tongue over it and working her way down slowly, licking wet, invisible stripes down her length. 

The longer Sana spent sucking her, the wetter Momo’s cock became. Within minutes, the wet sounds of Sana’s mouth at work on the werewolf filled the air, making Momo let out a moan. 

Meanwhile, Mina teased Sana’s cunt. She slid in, then slowly pulled out and rubbed her tip against her, working Sana’s clit up a bit. The demon ground her hips desperately on Mina’s cock and whined, the sound muffled with Momo’s cock further down her throat. 

Momo was starting to lose herself to the pleasure she felt as Sana continued to slurp on the werewolf’s cock. Her head tipped back a little, eyes closing and eyebrows knitting together. It was getting harder and harder to keep her hips still. 

The demon picked up her pace, shifting her weight and bringing one hand up so she could pump the rest of Momo into her mouth, eager to make her come. Momo let out a sound that started as a moan and ended as a growl. 

“Sana…” she said through gritted teeth. She pulled the demon off of her cock, causing Sana’s mouth to release her with a small pop. 

Momo’s eyes were dark gold as she looked down at her. She brought both of her hands up to Sana’s head and cupped her face gently, her thumbs resting on her cheekbones. 

“Stay still,” Momo said, then pushed her cock against Sana’s lips until the succubus opened her mouth, allowing Momo to set the pace. 

Sana whimpered a little as the werewolf picked up speed, thrusting her hips eagerly to use the demon’s mouth as she pleased. “Oh fuck…” Momo panted. “G-getting close.” 

Tears were starting to form in Sana’s eyes as she did her best to take Momo. Her whimpers turned to low cries. She was on the verge of being overstimulated by the two, but she didn’t want it to stop, either. Finding a more steady position on her knees and balancing with one hand on the bed, she reached her other hand down between her legs, desperate to give her throbbing clit some relief. 

She could feel every inch of Mina’s long, hard cock driving in and out of her dripping cunt and it nearly drove her over the edge right then and there. Her fingers expertly rubbed over her clit, growing closer to her own orgasm. 

Mina’s fucking had also slowly become faster. She was panting too now, her hands gripping Sana’s hips tightly. Her nails were surely leaving marks in the demon’s skin, but she didn’t let up. Lewd sounds of Mina’s skin connecting with Sana’s joined the wet sounds of head being given. The vampire desperately wanted to wrap her hand around one of Sana’s horns and pull her back so she could watch Sana take her cock. 

“Fuck!” Momo grunted, thrusting roughly into the demon’s mouth. She held Sana’s mouth down on her twitching cock for a few moments, then let her go. Sana pulled back, gasping for a quick breath before swallowing Momo’s seed. She stuck out her tongue, looking up at Momo with heavy lidded eyes as the werewolf coated her tongue with more of her load. When she finished, Sana took her cock back in her mouth, cleaning her up until Momo let out a small cry and pulled away. 

“Mm,” Momo said, catching her breath. “Can’t wait to knot you.” 

This was Mina’s chance. She leaned over the succubus, one hand reaching up and over to touch the demon’s horns. She didn’t want to startle Sana though, so instead of grabbing, she trailed her fingers over the horn’s hard, bumpy surface. 

To her surprise, Sana’s back arched immediately and the demon let out a high pitched whine. 

“Shit,” Sana cried. “Again– do it again.”

Mina’s eyebrows raised a little, but she quickly obliged. With a particularly rough thrust, she pulled herself forward, deeper inside Sana, so her hand could brush over more of the dark-colored curled horn.

Sana gasped and Mina felt her cunt clench around her cock. The vampire stifled a moan as she felt it– the demon’s inner thighs shook and then she cried out, releasing a mess of slick as she came on the vampire’s cock. 

The feeling of Sana coming around her cock nearly made Mina see stars. The vampire couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hips stuttered in their movements and then she came too, lurching forward while gently pushing Sana into the bed. She sank her teeth into the demon’s neck, emptying herself greedily into Sana while taking what she wanted. Sana cried out but sank submissively into the bed, reaching back and wrapping her hand around Mina’s thigh. She pulled Mina closer against her as the vampire filled her and lapped at her neck. 

The hair on the back of Momo’s neck stood up as she watched, one hand pumping her still-hard cock lightly. As she drank from Sana, Mina’s pupils narrowed, turning into vertical slits. It was the first time Momo had seen her look even remotely inhuman. 

Mina continued thrusting into Sana lightly, fucking her load deeper into her until she felt sated enough to finally pull back. She licked the demon’s neck gently, pressing a sloppy final kiss to her skin before sliding out and unsticking herself from her. 

With Mina’s eyes reverting back to their normal red-rimmed appearance, Momo quickly moved on from what she had just seen and licked her lips as Mina slid out; her cock was covered in a mix of her own seed and Sana’s juices. 

Sana and Mina caught their breath while Momo continued to lightly jerk herself off. Sana rolled over onto her back until she was beneath the werewolf. She smiled and hummed, reaching up to take over for Momo’s hand. 

“Still hard, pup?” she cooed. 

It didn’t take long before the three of them went back at it for another round. This time, Momo mounted Sana, keeping the demon pinned down on her back as she lined her cock up with Sana’s dripping cunt. 

Mina, on her knees, hovered over Sana’s head. She was determined to come again, jerking herself off steadily with occasional help from Momo’s warm, inviting mouth. 

Momo hissed as her cock lined up with Sana’s wet entrance. When she finally slid in, Sana gasped, her chest heaving from the effort.

“Yes…” Sana sighed dreamily, wrapping her legs around Momo’s thighs and reaching up, draping her arms around the werewolf’s shoulders. “More, need more..!” 

Momo gave her a little more, bottoming out inside of Sana before pulling back out. She slid in and out again slowly, warming up the demon to her size. She’d barely even started and already could see Sana was doing her best to keep from falling apart on her cock. 

The succubus whimpered loudly as Momo pressed herself inside again. The werewolf’s cock was excruciating, but in the best way. Sana couldn’t remember the last time she’d been stretched out so deeply. 

Satisfied that  Sana could handle her, Momo picked up her pace. The demon had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming as Momo hit the deepest parts of her. Momo merely grunted, thrusting into Sana with feverish desire, her knot forming quickly. 

“N-not gonna last,” Momo said, dropping her head a little. It was almost too much just to look up: the sheer sight of Sana— who was clawing at her back, moaning and tilting her head back from pleasure and pain— could have made her come on the spot. And if Momo wasn’t looking at Sana while she rutted into her, Mina’s long, lean cock had her attention. 

The vampire, she knew, was also getting close. Her tip was flushed and she could feel Mina’s legs shaking above her while she bobbed shallowly on the head of her cock, wanting to see the vampire come undone again. What Momo didn’t fit in her mouth, Mina stroked with her hand, feeding as much of her aching cock to the werewolf as she could. 

Sana, having adapted to the brutal pace and depth that came with being fucked by the werewolf, nearly submitted herself to the her, letting the werewolf  hold her down like a toy. With a daring glint in her eye, though, she opened her mouth. 

“Look at you, pup,” Sana teased, looking up at the werewolf above her. “Look how desperate you are.”

Momo whimpered a little, slowing her pace just a bit. 

“So desperate to fuck, and so easy, aren’t you?” Sana smirked. “Big dumb puppy. You’ll jump at any chance to dump yourself into anyone just to relieve yourself, won’t you?” 

Momo gasped, completely losing her pace. “S-Sana…” she whined. Her knot was rubbing against the demon’s clit, begging to slip inside. “Please— can I…?”

“W-wait,” Mina cried suddenly. Her breath caught. Sana degrading Momo while Momo sucked her off played right into the vampire’s liking for change in power dynamics. “Momo, I’m gonna–” 

The werewolf moaned a little and opened her mouth just in time to catch Mina’s load on her tongue. Mina trembled as she felt Momo’s tongue on her. She closed her eyes as she took her hand away, letting Momo lap up her seed and suck her clean. 

Making the vampire come made Momo want to come even more. Momo’s grip was painfully strong on the succubus now; she could barely stand keeping her fully inflated knot out of Sana, but she also wanted to finish servicing the vampire. The moment Mina pulled away, Momo let out a strangled growl and slammed her knot inside Sana. 

The demon let out a scream, scrabbling underneath Momo. 

“Fuck!” Sana exhaled sharply. She could barely think straight with how stuffed she was, but still couldn’t resist riling the werewolf up even more. “C’mon Momo,” she purred, “Aren’t you gonna put your pups in me?” 

“Y-yes,” Momo panted in response. She fucked Sana with her knot for a few more thrusts before her breath hitched. The werewolf let out a possessive snarl as she came, knotting Sana. 

Sana’s jaw dropped almost instantly when she felt Momo release. The werewolf seemed to come endlessly inside her. All she could do was open her legs more and glance down to watch herself be filled by Momo’s twitching cock. 

Mina, who had been lying on her back and recovering m on the bed, moved over to make room for Momo and Sana to lie down beside her. Sana, naturally, was back in the middle of them. 

After a few minutes, Momo could finally slide out of the succubus. Sana sighed appreciatively. Wordlessly, the three rested for a bit. Momo and Mina felt utterly exhausted.  

“We…we should do that again sometime,” Momo said weakly. Her cock was soft but sensitive. Her mind was wandering, curious about whether or not the vampire could take her, but she was so tired, she knew she wouldn’t find out tonight. She stifled a yawn.  

“Yeah…” Mina said. Her own eyes were suddenly heavy. She felt as if she could fall asleep right there. 

“Maybe we will,” Sana replied softly. Unlike Momo and Mina, she was wide awake. Her fingertips roamed lightly over her own breasts, down along her stomach and hips as she got acquainted with her new bites, bruises and scratches. “Happy Halloween,” she whispered, staring off into space as the other two closed their eyes and nodded off. 

*************

The next thing Mina knew, she was waking up in her own bed in her own apartment. She felt well rested, but then overwhelming thirst took over. She checked her phone– it was 2:00 PM, October 31st. 

The vampire sat up quickly. Where had her morning gone? Wait— how had she gotten home from Sana’s? 

Sana and Momo. 

Mina patted her deep green duvet, half expecting Momo and Sana to be beside her. 

“Hello?” she called out, but her empty apartment said nothing back. Finally convinced she was alone, she went into her bathroom and splashed cool water on her face. She hesitated for a moment, then filled the sink with water and peered into it, trying to get a glimpse of herself in the moving water. She inspected herself as best she could. A few dark purple marks littered her neck, but she was more or less the same. 

Satisfied, she then rushed to her kitchen and snagged open a pouch of donated blood, drinking from it fervently.

She wondered if Momo was experiencing the same thing she was– coming to all alone in her home, wherever it was– and wondering the same thing she was:

Who was that succubus? 

[lingerina]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘𝟐𝟑. 👻🎃

an attempt at kinktober. 700-1.2k words at most. little tidbits of smutty spooky goodness. ‘twas nice while it lasted lol. i’ll try to work on a couple more days of this but this will ultimately be incomplete.

PROMPTS

DAY 1 hate sex — g!p giselle x fem!reader DAY 2 praise — catwoman!yeji x fem!reader DAY 3 degradation — vampire!taeyeon x fem!reader DAY 4 toys/strap — succubus!winter x fem!reader DAY 5 overstimulation — irene x fem!reader DAY 6 aphrodisiac — g!p fallen angel!ningning x fem!reader DAY 7 (semi) public — irene x g!p reader DAY 8 voyeurism — g!p ahn yujin x fem!reader DAY 9 mommy/daddy — yeji x fem!reader DAY 10 lingerie — yeji x fem!reader DAY 11 phone sex — yeri x fem!reader DAY 12 dacryphilia — succubus!tzuyu x g!p reader DAY 13 cockwarming — irene x g!p reader DAY 14 somnophilia — g!p yunjin x taeyeon DAY 15 choking — winter x fem!reader DAY 16 free use — giselle x g!p reader DAY 17 gloryhole — g!p jennie x fem!reader DAY 18 double penetration — g!p ahn yujin x fem!reader x g!p wonyoung DAY 19 shibari — g!p demon!momo x fem!reader DAY 20 size kink — chaeyoung x fem!reader DAY 21 orgasm denial — sana x fem!reader DAY 22 shower sex — ryujin x yeji DAY 23 facesitting — karina x fem!reader DAY 24 thigh riding — kwon eunbi x fem!reader DAY 25 stuck — g!p momo x fem!reader DAY 26 mirror sex — g!p yunjin x kazuha DAY 27 iceplay — g!p karina x fem!reader x g!p winter DAY 28 spanking — nayeon x g!p reader DAY 29 corruption — miyeon x g!p reader DAY 30 car sex — g!p bibi x fem!reader DAY 31 👻 — ???

[wonryllis]

idols you see your moots as?

、ㅤ🧳 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MOOTS AS KPOP IDOLS ᵎᵎ

already did it HERE before so i'll only include the new ones whom i have talked to at least a few times! sorry if i missed you it's probably because we haven't talked much! ( MUTUALS )

@koishua wendy, red velvet. i have this image of her from all the clips i have seen of her greeting fans and reporters(?) outside sm where she rushes cutely and waves and gives autographs all so sweet .. that's exactly vie

@lheebra chungha, soloist. queen behaviour, mature, iconic, really talented, always comes out with bops. an adult actually adulting vibes. will do what i want to do and will do it successfully vibe.

@isoobie giselle, aespa. just now reason, riri is giselle without any explanation to the last of her core. really pretty and gorgeous and rap omg riri is so rap coded it's confirmed.

@fakeuwus miyeon, g-idle. uwu nic got that fairy princess vibes. delicate, elegant, classy and beautiful. smiles like a rich nepo babygirl but genuinely is so nice and sweet.

@lilyuwon yena, soloist. playful, cute, everyone's lildol friend, smile smile and smile. hyper active and always there to support and always spreading positivity and madness!

@theyluvvaubery eunbi, soloist. got that mature and leader vibes, like she got a presence in the room that's known and that she knows it very well. also has a sort of leader sweetness??

@sainns hanni, new jeans. cute, crazy, cool, deranged. round but got a hot english accent and a funky behavior. always says the most unhinged shit with a smile on her face vibes.

@stwrjvke yoon, stayc. everyone's bright friend who is always there on all trips to make it fun. and she's there during hard moments to remind everyone to smile? that's what i feel like

@jaylaxies irene, red velvet. veteran vibes, leader vibes, queen vibes. just she knows what she's doing and she knows she's relevant. and she knows guys are shit and she's everything. omg i hope that wasn't rude ㅠㅠ

@alvojake chaewon, le sserafim. leader material, smarter baby smarter material. her hips don't lie and i feel like she's a real good dancer and would rock a bob like chae.

@sserasin yujin, ive. bold and cool and hot in a girl's girl way. gives me real "she wears the pants" vibes. command the room vibes fr and that she's some sort of a succubus omg.

@pockettwinzz ryujin, itzy. tomboy types but majorly like a girl's girlfriend and everyone's crush and "treat you better than your boyfriend" vibes. basically ur gf.

@hooniehon sana, twice. hmm quiet? and cute? very reserved but as a friend really outgoing and fun vibes. that video of sana holding a rabbit and going crazy over it, that feels like claire.

@pprodsuga rosé, blackpink. iconic? also aussie vibes and also blonde vibes. josie feels like she came right out of the on the ground mv and that it's embodied in her for some reason.

@intromortal karina, aespa. how do i say this, just intimidating, resting bitch face and mean girl leader image from afar. but once you get to know her she's the sweetest little bean on earth.

@kareyuns mina, twice. sweet and shy and really friendly once you get to know her. has that vibe where you see her in public somewhere and think oh she's so pretty?

@glitterjay taeyeon, girls generation. just got that veteran vibes. like she got experience but also has that really funny side i don't know how to explain >< just like humble downtoearth?

@rk1stars yooa, oh my girl. from what i have seen, you just gimme that youthful vibes from bon voyage solo. like a fairy of the wilderness straight out of a storybook.

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering Act III: Culling ritual

The next day I woke up in Dexter and Connor’s apartment. All of our significant others had schedules so it was a “guys” day for the time being after showering and getting ready we all went to get breakfast. When we got to the spot you'll never guess who we saw there. Because I know I wouldn't. So there's the scenario we are sitting about to order food when in walks this brunette lady with a mask on. She has a cap on so no one can recognize her.

“I'll tell you later,” I say. I approach the young lady as non-menacingly as possible she looks up at me and I ask, “I'm pretty sure you get this a lot but by chance are you Sana of twice? I say loud enough so she can hear me but not loud enough to make a scene. The young woman smiles with wide eyes and pulls me to sit down with her.

“How did you know? No one else knew it was me.”

“Well, you have a Sana walk,” I said. I tried to keep my language simple so she could reply as I remembered she struggled with English.

“A Sana walk… I like that. So I take it you are once?” she asked. I nodded she moved closer and put her arm around me “You seem familiar.” she said with a hungry smile I hesitated because the aura she gave off was extremely similar to the succubi I had faced in the past.

“Well I went to one of y'all concerts a while back so maybe that's it,” I said.

Sana stroked my chin and said, “No that's not it. So what brings a strong psionic like you here.” her words sent all kinds of alarms in my head. So I chose my next words carefully

“Oh I was getting food and I saw you and wanted to ask if you would sign this,” I said as I pulled out a photo card.

“Do you have a pen?” Sana asked with a hungry smile. I nodded as I space-sifted a gold metallic Sharpie and handed it to her. Sana took the card out of the sleeve before signing it. “You know Slime Hydra I am surprised to see you here.” I freeze at her words. Sana takes off the mask and smiles again. She asks for my phone and against my better judgment I am beguiled to give it to her. She smiles as she opens it and puts her number in as she has me do the same with hers. “See now we're friends.” She says. I turn to her and face her as she puts the mask on.

“How do you know me?” I ask worried

“Oh, Dahyun’s friend Gahyeon mentions her crazy little brother. Also, you're pretty big news having fought at an award show after winning song of the year.” Sana teases

Broken out of whatever trance I was in I said in a louder tone “Younger brother? I'm older than her!”

“Oh, there's the excitement I've heard so much about.” Sana teased

I relaxed enough to talk to Sana like she was a regular person so I asked the following, “Okay what's your deal? Are you a succubus?”

Sana's eyes widened as she said “Straight to the point like Siyeon. Tell you what tell me your deal and I'll tell you mine.”

“I'm just a normal psionic,” I respond

“That's it?” Sana questions

“Yeah my power is just super weird and I have had it for so long it's been able to evolve twice not three times as of my 21st birthday,” I explain

“Evolve three times so that means you've had your power since you were one year old!” Sana exclaims

“Yeah, it has kinda been a pain, to be honest,” I reply

“Really?” Sana asked

“Yeah,” I confided.

“So how does it work I have been told and seen different things,” Sana asked intrigued

“Well first it was the eating and mimicry, then the slime-making constructs then it evolved to add the aura, and as of recently they have all fused to make slime Hydra I guess as manifestation of all the independent pieces,” I tell her

“Okay, so you aren't a slime Hydra?” Sana asked.

“I don't think so although… I don't know. Lami Orochi has always been in here ”I explained as I pointed to my forehead

“Well since you've been such a good boy I'll let you in on a secret. I am not a succubus but a psionic like you. My power is just similar to one.” Sana explained

“Oh so like Rogue from X-men?” I said

“Who?”Sana asked. I forget that not everyone knows who the X-men are.

“Oh right here's a video,” I said as I showed her a video explaining Rogue.

Sana smiled as she watched then turned to me and said, “Yes I'm that." Sana laughed before adding "Thank you for sitting with me and chatting. You're the first person not to freak out about me.”

“Well, I've seen a lot. So not much phases me. Have a nice day Mrs. Minatozaki.” I say as walk away.

Before I am out of reach Sana grabs me and says “You know we should hang out sometime later. You're pretty cool.”

“If it's a date I'm sorry I can't but as friends sure.”

Sana pouts rolls her eyes and then smiles the hungry smile before saying “Whatever. I'll see you soon. Enjoy the photo card you better not sell it.”

I nod as I head by to Connor and Dexter who had watched the entire thing and we're laughing at me.

“Dude you are so lame.” Connor teased as I sat back down.

“Well excuse me for being starstruck she is one of my ult biases,” I reply

“Oh that's surprising, but isn't Sakura also one of your ult biases?” Dexter added I nod and explain

“My ult biases are as follows Hasuel of Loona, Dami, Sakura, and all of twice. Yujin being my SO also has her special position.”

“So you just can't choose one of Twice?”

“They were my first girl group who got me into K-pop. They will always be my ult biases.”

“That's remarkably wholesome and thoughtful of you.”

“Well, I try to keep all of me in mind (past present, and future) whenever I do things. There will always be a part of me that's that kid who needed an escape when the world got crazy a few years ago, and to him Twice still has his heart on lock.”

My two friends smile at me then Dexter asks, “How do you have such a good relationship with your past?”

I shrug. We sit down and eat together all the while just enjoying each other's time.

We decided to play a fighting game for a little bit while we waited I picked a more set-based play character which didn't go unnoticed by the other two.

"Oh, you're playing him. that track," Connor says confidently

"Oh, really how so?" I ask

"dude you play Sultai," Connor says as if that answers everything

"I don't see how that applies," I say confused

"This gives me a better idea" Dex asserts

"Oh word what is it?" Connor asks

"Come on let's go," Dex says

I watch as Dexter opens a dimensional door. Connor and I walk through followed by Dex who has taken us to an open warehouse area.

"So this is a place where I come to train with my powers free of the public eye. It's a quiet upstate New York abandoned warehouse so we can go all out. (Dex eyed me) Somewhat." Dex explained and I understood what he meant by the somewhat.

"So you want to spare?" I ask

"Yes, I want to see what you're capable of because I have only seen glimpses," Dexter says

"Okay. Hey after this since we are in New York can we get Brooklyn Style Pizza?" I ask

"Oh, 100%," Dexter said

"Cool... Yo, why don't we hang out more often as just guys y'all are super cool." I asked

Connor and dexter blush before smiling. "Well this is the first time we have been able to, and you don't drink so we can't go to bars together," Connor answered

"Ok...I am going to do something that seems scary but bear with me. I have to mentally prepare to fight" I said to Dexter. Dexter nods and tells me to "take all the time I need."

I nod and begin pacing hyping myself up. before yelling "I Know A Ghost" I summon Recollection and Lami-Orochi's full form pops out. behind me. Dexter and Connor watch in awe. Dexter summons a flaming Axe and gets in a ready stance. I snap Recollection into its bowstaff form and run to Dexter. He gives a hefty axe swing which I block with recollection. I split off one of the sections and using the chain the section made an attack. Dexter uses a wall of fire which forces me to back off. after this, he creates a pool of water around him and throws what looks like seeds into it. from the water roots and branches begin to sprout and grow sharp then aim themselves at me. I jump high above the branches and the roots. I reconnect Recollection and throw the weapon down into the plants. slime begins to impede their growth as Recollection spews waves of it. I watch as Dexter snaps his fingers and flames start to overtake the branches before I can react the flames reach my slime causing an explosion and sending me flying. I get up quickly as I see him flying towards me. I roll out of the way of his attack. and make a slime wall that intercepts his next attack with his axe. I try to make some distance. but Dex is fast. so I decided instead to retreat to match his energy. if all he's going to do is press the attack well then I have some ideas. his next swing I dodged by jumping onto the back of his axe and running onto his shoulder where I smacked him with recollection. As I got distance I faced him and turned recollection into its B-formation I ran to the other edge of the warehouse and threw it as Dexter shot a giant fireball at me. the resulting explosion blew us both back. when I came to I looked up to see Dexter smiling. he helped me up

"That was pretty cool," he said as we got up. "I never knew slime could be so versatile," Dexter exclaimed

"Well yeah, non-newtonian liquids are quite fun to use," I say

"You're telling me. I watched you use it as defense offense and more" Connor said running close. "Your weapon is also insane what is it?"

"Oh, that's recollection. it's a multi-tool I use when fighting."

"Multi-tool is right It went from shuriken to nunchucks to bow staw to whatever that thing you did with the spike." Dexter said, "You may not be outright more powerful than me but your versatility and ways to just have to deal with power is crazy." Dex concedes

"Thanks, I say appreciative," I say

"So that slime what was that?" Dexter asks

"I don't know. the most I can say is think of it like mimeoplasm." I say

"Mimeoplasm?" Connor asks

"Yeah like the commander from 2011," I explain

"I don't think I have seen that before," Dexter says to which Connor nods

"Oh okay, I'll pull it up then," I say

"Oh, that thing. okay, that makes more sense." Connor said reading the card and then handing it to Dexter

After our little match and lunch, we headed back to their apartment. Dexter has to run some errands. A little after that Yunjin arrives to talk to Connor, and takes him as well. Leaving me with Chaewon who was with Yunjin when she came in.

Hey Tj-ah."

"Hi Chae how are you today?

"I'm good."

Chaewon sits next to me and smiles. we sit in silence for a moment before she asks, "Hey did you see that Astrid is doing another of the GG mega mixers?"

"No, I didn't tell me more?"

"Well it's Gen three and I know all the Izone girls have agreed to do it. she also got Twice, Dreamcatcher, Red Velvet, Loona, and ClC."

I groan at that, but don't let my emotions run too plainly.

"Oh, why didn't you know? We thought you would be back. She told us she's bringing all the old staff back for the first one?"

"No, she didn't but also me and Astrid aren't in the best place right now," I explain to Chaewon. She looks at me with a worried look.

"So you aren't helping?"

"Not currently."

Chaewon sends a text on her phone before sending a flurry of them. after that Chaewon nestles in closer.

"You know I am dating Yujin right Or at least am trying to?"

"Yeah, but you're just so cuddly and warm. Besides what if she can't be set free what will you do then?" Chaewon defends herself.

I look at her and my confidence falters for a moment. I haven't considered things not working out, even for a moment, "Okay well I will let you chill but..." I say to Chaewon

"I know, I know Yujin can't hear about this," Chaewon says

A few minutes later I get a call from Aurora. Surprised I answered the call

"How did you find out about the GG Mega Mixer?" She yelled.

I walked into the office with Yujin and my nerves were on fire. we were meeting with her Company to ask about the potential of us dating. I was less than enthusiastic. They had made it abundantly clear that they were ready and willing to disband Ive over this. Yujin was less worried.

When we walked in I knew that as soon as they saw me everything about the dynamic changed. the hope that was in the air vanished in an instant, and I turned Yujin. the glint in her eyes dimmed, and I felt the burden I was placing on her career and dream. I had her come back outside with me and I said to her

"Dear, They aren't going to listen."

"What why do you think that?" Yujin asks

"Their looks. It's a look I have seen numerous times." I said

"What do you mean." Yujin questions

They aren't looking at me they are looking at this" I said as I pointed to my skin

"What's wrong with it? I like you that should be enough right?" Yujin asked curiously

"I wish but I don't think they will understand." I ponded

"Why not?" Yujin asks

"Well the first thing that caught my eyes was how their body language changed when I walked in, and you know what, let's go in," I say

Yujin and I walked into the office and the first thing said was, "Why should we entrust our top and most beloved performer to you? What value do we have to gain." They didn't have the courtesy to bring a translator I am assuming that's what they said based on Yujin's disgusted reaction.

Yujin looked at me and I looked at her. We nodded and she said the most brutal thing I have ever heard. "I expected this and yet somehow still and disappointed...ah well. Tj I am sorry I have responsibilities to my girls and this contract. I don't expect you to wait for me, but if you do when I am finished with Ive you're mine."

I smile and say "For sure, but I think Sana is trying to steal me." I tease

"Of course she is," Yujin says as she rolls her eyes

"Don't worry she scares me," I reply

"You scared of her. I learn something new about you every day. Let's go our friends are waiting for us." Yujin teased. I give a thumbs up and follow her.

We arrived back at the Ive dorm where everyone was waiting. I shrug and say. "it's over for now."

I was surprised when Sweet Heart Eunbi let out a string of not-so-sweet heart words. Dexter looked concerned as she went further. I am surprised that all of Ive looks so sad. I look to everyone and shrug before saying "Look it's not ideal but life often isn't we walk off the difficult things we can't shake and fix the things we can. Now if you'll excuse me I have a lot to do helping Astrid win her girlfriend back and setting up this Mega Mixer." the crowd had numerous perplexed faces as I walked out while waving.

I arrived at Astrid Penthouse, and I couldn't bring myself to go in just yet. I needed to make one stop. I went back home to my little apartment in Cali and I just cried. I couldn't cry in front of my friends because I had to appear strong. I also screamed in rage. a lot more of that than the crying to be honest. I had convinced myself that I deserved to be happy with Yujin and I should have known better, but the next time I won't make that mistake. after I was able to emotionally regulate enough to bring myself from a 12 to a 2. I space sifted back to Astrid's I took the elevator and Aurora was the first to see me. She rolled over to me and gave me a tight hug. then she slapped me.

"I missed you, dummy," she said with a pout.

I shrug and say, "Life is strange."

Aurora smiles and then says to me, "Now go be the hero and help our sister." I nod as I walk to Astrid's room. she is still in bed crying. I face her and pick her up.

"Come on Ash we have work to do!" I bellow.

"No, I just want to die," Astrid said between sobs

"No, you don't. You are just emotionally distraught because you got into a fight with your girlfriend whom I am going to help you get back." I challenged

"what do you know about relationships," Astrid questioned

"Enough now come on. Shower you smell like spaghetti and depression." I tease

Alex was walking by and began laughing at my statement. we got in one of her cars after she cleaned herself and we drove to Emma's spot out in Korea. I walked up first and she came out

"Are you here to kill me?" Emma asks

"Nah I come bearing gifts. I say as I gesture to Astrid who's still at the wheel. Astrid waves awkwardly. then Emma turns to me. She shifts uncomfortably.

"Why do this...it doesn't change anything between us?" Emma questions

"Well you make Astrid happy and honestly you two are perfect for each other so...besides I need her at least somewhat normal so we can do this mega mixer. I explain

"So this is a selfish choice." Emma discerns

"Oh completely. you take care of Astrid, and I can focus." I elaborate

"What if I say no?" Emma questions

"I will hype her up to never talk to you ever again I guess?" I answer

"You wouldn't dare." Emma Hisses

"I would and have done this. she is my homie. she's crazy and at times cringe but I love her still. so what will it be?" I propose

"Fine, but this still changes nothing," Emma states matter of fact

"I know. I look forward to our next duel. Could I just ask a favor?" I inquire

"You may and I may or may not grant it." Emma hesitates

"Cool can you not send opponents during filming I'd like to give this all my attention and help your girlfriend produce the best product," I ask

"That is fair." Emma relents

"Great now Go kiss your girlfriend, and make-up already," I say to Emma

Emma walked around me but not before asking.

"How are you handling your break up I heard it was quite abrupt?" She said bluntly

"I am angry, sad, and want her company to burn but honestly, that's the least of my worries," I reply

"Really?" Emma interrogates

"I have a job to do and responsibilities," I say pointing to her and Astrid

Three weeks later Astrid is back to normal and we are working on getting the Mega Mixer into regular and not pre-preproduction. G-idle was also joining which meant we now had more work to do. I spent most of the morning helping Astrid with her paperwork, and getting her coffee among other helpful "assistant-type things." this had to stop though when Twice came in unexpectedly, and my heart did double flips. they entered the building as they owned it and they walked into the office where Astrid and I were working.

The first thing I noticed about the ladies was that they were pretty...like way prettier than what I had seen. Almost too pretty. it set me on edge, which let me focus on their words.

"Hey girls what brings you here?" Astrid asked. Jihyo responds and while they do talk a text shows up on my phone. I open it to see Sana having taken a sneaky picture of me.

"Long time no see." the text says. I look at her and I roll my eyes. before I could text a response I got a notification. It is from a reputable K-pop news sight.

"Dating Scandal: Ive's Yujin dating (I squinted but couldn't make out the name.)" I read the article and my heart sank like a stone. I turned to Astrid and excused myself. I space-sifted back to the warehouse where Dex Connor and I had been training, and for the first time, I just let myself lose it. there was slime in all states everywhere. I thought about texting Yujin about it, but honestly, I was not in the proper headspace to make intelligent choices. so I abstained. which ironically worked out in my favor because I got a text from Sana asking where I went. So I space-sifted back and walked back into the office. all of the ladies of Twice looked at me with various emotions. I tried my best to contain the roller coaster of emotions I was feeling that was until Sana looked at me with an evil grin before Mina asked me the most left-field question I had ever heard.

"Will we be forced to do a bikini beach episode?" Mina asked

The combination of the mental image of Twice in Bikinis but also the absurdity of the question took me out of the funk I was in and straight into a hurricane of confusion.

"Um, What?" I asked

"You're the coordinator/MC...Are we forced to do a Bikini episode?" she asked again this time hesitantly. I brought my hands together as I tried to think of the appropriate answer.

"Um... do y'all want to. I guess I can help set one up, but I...I wasn't planning to. What? What? WHAT?" Astrid seeing me shortcircuit began to laugh, as did Sana, Momo, and Nayeon. I was still trying to process what I just heard though. I walked out again to process what I just heard. As I often do this leads to me deck building. I was working on a Frodo and Sam deck at the time as I wanted something non-blue and Mardu wasn't doing it for me at the time.

A little later Mina walked out she looked at her before laughing. When she saw that I wasn't nearly as jovial she paused and said "I am sorry if I offended you or made you uncomfortable."

"Ah don't worry about it. I just wasn't expecting that." I dismiss her worries and try to not think about everything in my head too much. I go back to the building when I feel eyes still on me. I look over to see Mina still there. she's looking over my shoulder trying to see what I was doing.

Mina sits to my left. I look at her confused "Can I help you?" I ask in a very confused manner. I am trying my best not to sound annoyed because she doesn't deserve that first and second I am trying to make a good impression for this show that we are about to do.

"Oh, I am sorry what's that you playing on your phone," Mina asks

"Oh, this it's Magic The Gathering. A Collectible Card Game I play." I answer

"Oh, that art is pretty...I like the art," Mina coos

"Yeah it's pretty cool, but don't fall into the trap I did when my high school friend introduced me to it," I respond

"Is it not good?" Mina asks surprised

"Honestly that's not the issue the game is fantastic the company who runs it...well less so," I explain

Mina pouts then looks at me confused, and asks, "Oh, Why?"

"Well, the company is money-hungry and it leaves many players in a bind of chasing the high," I say with a blank expression

"Oh. so why do you still play?" Mina asks.

"the same reason I keep living. I live on the hope it will get better, and it always seems on the verge like I can almost taste it," I say plainly.

Mina smiles at me. She leans in closer and I smell her perfume. It's citrus-like. "Why do you like the game?" she asked with that big innocent stare that I have seen numerous times over stuff like Time to Twice and their various other content. It was heartwarming so as I chuckled I indulged her. Her eyes widen with wonder as I explain all of the intricacies that make the game amazing for me, and how commander is the culmination of everything good with the game. She is spellbound as I kinda drone on and on. By the end of my speech, the rest of Twice and Astrid are watching. (I didn't realize it until I looked away from her). Nayeon Momo and Jeongyeon begin to laugh as I turn to them and freeze.

"Oh don't stop because of us." Dahyun teases. Embarrassed I booked it out of there.

As I leave I say to Astrid, "See you tomorrow." before taking the stairs down.

When I got to the lobby I was shocked to see several armed men with guns. they were holding people hostage. I squinted and scratched my head. they hadn't noticed me yet, and I easily could have left them, but sadly Twice, and Twice Ive were some of the hostages, and you know I love Twice, and Ive. Without drawing attention to myself I used my slime to create spikes and discretely stab all of the assailants. After that, I attempted to walk out of the building and back to the penthouse. Before I could however I heard "Tj-ah?" I turned to Yujin, I thought about my response for a moment, but I couldn't come up with anything. She was also walking towards me and I was panicking. so I screamed and space-sifted back to California. Now, could I have handled that better? Yes! I could have 100% but I didn't know what else to do, I was overstimulated and needed some sort of reprieve.

Over the next day, I recovered by not talking to anyone who reached out. I sent texts out to everyone explaining today was an "off day" for me and needed some space.

You wanna know who that didn't stop Mina from reaching out,

"Hey, you left before we could finish our chat. I wanted to continue our chat about Magic The Gathering, and Commander." the text read. For some reason, I indulge her. I give her the speech on how I came to find and understand myself better through Magic and Commander and how it's been quite the Journey. Mina was quite the listener as well, but sadly she had to go. I wished her well though.

after the chat, I felt a familiar pang in my heart. I groaned and said to it "No not now you jerk. I am still processing what happened with Yujin. Please don't do this to me." I knew I had a crush on Mina but I always kept in mind she was astronomically out of reach so I never worried about it. However here I am falling for her, and I didn't want to, but before I could think about it too much there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Emma. She looked unamused but focused.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be, but I need your help," Emma said fast and unamused

I nod and point behind myself before saying, "Oh word? I got you. Should I get my BRIPE stuff?"

Emma groaned, nodded, then said, "Yes God why are you charitable with your time?"

I shrug as I answer, "Well It brings me peace to be so. I follow my peace."

Emma smirks and teases "I am stealing that."

I give her a thumbs-up when I am finished and ready to go. "Cool. Okay, I am ready let's go."

Emma smiles, "Excellent."

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Pemberian si kucing putih.

Narasena.

Succubus menggangguku malam ini.

Aku terbangun ketika mendengar suara cakaran dari balik gorden jendela kamarku. Jendela itu berpapasan langsung dengan balkon rumah. Entah siapa yang sudah iseng mencakar-cakar kacanya.

Denting jam terus berjalan. Bunyinya tik, tok, tik, tok. Membuat keringatku meluncur turun dari leher tanpa alasan. Padahal, hujan sudah berhenti sejak beberapa jam yang lalu dan kini, udara dinginnya terperangkap di langit-langit kamarku.

Aku pun beranjak dari tempat tidur lalu menyalakan lampu kamar. Seisi kamar ini kosong. Tidak ada siapapun selain aku dan sesosok bayangan kucing yang tiba-tiba muncul dari balik gorden jendela.

Detak jantungku mencelus. Sialan kucing itu, mau aku terkena serangan jantung rupanya.

“Hus! Hus!” usirku dari dalam kamar lalu bayangan itu pun menghilang. 

Aku menjatuhkan diriku ke lantai karena sudah merasa lega. Ternyata itu benar-benar hanya bayangan dari seekor kucing saja.

Nah sekarang, kenapa aku malah tidak merasa mengantuk lagi?

Jam kini sudah menunjukkan pukul tengah malam lebih sedikit. Aku pun kembali bangun lalu duduk di meja belajarku, memandangi foto-foto kejuaran olimpiade yang sudah aku raih sejak aku menjadi bagian dari keluarga ini. Rasanya seperti mimpi indah yang menjadi kenyataan. Aku tidak akan mengecewakan mereka—mereka yang sudah mengulurkan tangan untukku kapanpun di manapun.

“Nara!” Tiba-tiba suara panggilan mengejutkanku untuk yang kedua kalinya. Suara itu berasal dari arah balkon. Dan bayangan itu… bayangan kucing yang tadi aku usir kini muncul kembali.

Sedikit kesal aku pun beranjak dari meja belajar, hendak membuka pintu luar kamar sambil membawa salah satu jarum rajutku. Jangan salah, jarum ini bisa menembus area kulit manusia atau bahkan hewan sekalipun. Pokoknya tidak ada yang bisa macam-macam denganku saat ini.

“Siapa di sana?!” terkaku sambil membuka pintu tersebut. 

Tidak ada, tidak ada siapa-siapa selain….

“Heh kucing putih!” panggilku dengan suara pelan ketika melihat seekor kucing putih berlari melewati balkon rumah tetanggaku di sebelahnya. Kucing itu… lho, itu bukannya kucing penunggu kedai ramen tadi sore?

Semakin jauh kucing itu berlari, tubuhnya pun menghilang dari pandanganku. Disaat aku hendak kembali masuk, kakiku menyentuh sesuatu yang amat keras.

“Batu? Eh, bukan, ini….” Aku memungut benda yang aku simpulkan kalau itu adalah sebongkah kristal kecil bergradasi ungu yang sangat menarik. Apa kucing itu yang membawanya? 

Sekarang yang paling membingungkan adalah, apakah tadi yang memanggil namaku dia juga? Atau aku hanya sedang berhalusinasi saja?

Tubuhku bergidik ngeri lalu aku pun bergegas kembali masuk ke dalam kamar sambil membawa batu kristal tersebut di dalam genggaman. Aku rasa ada beberapa hal yang harus aku cari tahu. Kalau begitu, sekarang aku akan meneliti benda itu saja dulu deh sebentar.

Ketika tanganku menyentuh keyboard laptop, mendadak aku teringat dengan suatu hal. 

Ibu penjaga kedai sempat memanggilku ketika aku dan Kara hendak pamit dari kedainya. Aku sempat terkejut ketika dia tiba-tiba berbicara dalam bahasa Jepang. Sepertinya dia tahu kalau aku bisa mengerti apa yang tengah dia ucapkan.

“Aku rasa kucingku tertarik padamu. Mungkin malam ini, dia akan pergi ke rumahmu untuk memberikan sebuah hadiah sebagai ucapan terima kasih karena kamu sudah mampir ke sini. Kucing selalu suka berterima kasih. Dia juga selalu tahu di mana orang yang dia akan tuju berada,” ucapnya sore tadi. Aku hanya meresponsnya dengan anggukan serta senyuman kecil. Entah kenapa, bagiku, apa yang dia ucapkan terlalu sulit untuk diterima secara logika.

Tapi ternyata apa yang dia ucapkan terjadi sungguhan. 

Menurut internet, batu yang memiliki warna ungu bergradasi ini disebut sebagai batu kristal amethyst. Tidak hanya secara tampilan saja yang cantik, kristal ini juga dipercaya memiliki fungsi penyembuhan, melindungi, dan membersihkan jiwa serta pikiran dari hal-hal negatif. Wow, aku rasa kegunaan kristal ini sedikit berlebihan.

“Kristal ini kabarnya bisa memperbaiki kualitas tidur hingga membantu mengatasi insomnia berat… wah, even that cat knows me better than myself,” gumamku sambil fokus membaca artikel yang ada di hadapan mata.

Aku pun menutup laptopku lalu menyingkirkannya dari meja belajar. Tanganku mulai merayap ke area kotak perkakas yang aku simpan di bawah kolong kasur. Percaya atau tidak dengan penjelasan artikel itu, aku rasa mungkin batu kristal ini akan lebih bagus jika dijadikan sebagai liontin dari sebuah kalung. Atau bisa juga disebut sebagai jimat. 

Dan kupikir, aku akan kembali ke kedai ramen itu setelah pulang sekolah nanti jika aku ada waktu. Yang jelas aku harus berterima kasih atas pemberiannya tersebut.

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Christmas Dreaming II

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Requested: Yes

CW: GP, vampires, werewolves, demons, DP 

[GP!Vampire!Mina x Succubus!Sana x GP!Werewolf!Momo] 

Mina hadn’t been this turned on since the last time she’d been around Momo and Sana. Now, she found herself impossibly hard as she sat naked from the waist down on the rug (save for her sweater) in front of the fireplace. Directly across from her was the werewolf, who was also naked except for her Christmas sweater.

It was downright humiliating to be left only in the stupid sweater, especially to Mina, but every time she tried to slide her hand underneath the fabric to take it off, she found herself forgetting why she had her hand under it in the first place and would eventually take her hand back out. But soon she and Momo both forgot they were even in their sweaters, too preoccupied with each other as Momo’s hand gripped both of their cocks. 

The werewolf’s mouth hung slightly slack as she rubbed her throbbing member against the vampire’s. Mina bit back a whine and looked up at Sana, who was watching with a mischievous smile on her face. The demon sat back on the couch all the while, enjoying the scene unfolding before her as her thin fingers absentmindedly trailed over her collarbone, down toward her chest. 

Since the first time they’d slept together, Sana knew Mina was just as interested in the werewolf’s cock as she was. She was dying to tease her about it, and making the werewolf and vampire frot in front of her, in their Christmas sweaters no less, was the perfect way to do that.

Sana was lost in thought, thinking of all the additional ways she could tease and torture the easy-to-excite vampire, but a moan from Momo brought her back to the moment. 

“Doesn’t that feel so good?” Sana purred, starting to slowly strip her own clothes off. Momo could only nod, her bangs covering part of her eyes, and Mina’s voice was barely audible when she replied with a breathy “yes” a moment later. 

It was then Sana’s turn to break Mina and Momo out of their own trance when she got up off the couch and approached the two of them. 

“Look at you two,” Sana cooed, kneeling beside them. Her eyes widened a little at the sight of Momo’s clearly aroused, flushed red tip and the soft blush under Mina’s cheeks. “You’re practically dripping, Mina,” she teased the vampire. She moved closer. Momo’s neck practically snapped up to look at Sana as she maneuvered herself in between the two of them on the rug. The werewolf looked like she was genuinely about to start drooling when she looked at Sana. 

The succubus put a hand on Mina’s sweater-covered shoulder to brace herself as she straddled both of them. Mina was faring no better than Momo as she looked up at Sana, who faced her. The succubus seemed even prettier than she had just a few moments ago, and the vampire’s eyes roamed slowly over her body. Sana smirked as Mina gave her a slow once-over. 

“Like what you see?” Sana asked, putting one finger beneath Mina’s chin to make the vampire look up from stealing a rather lustful glance at her pussy. 

Mina nodded, blushing as she met the demon’s gaze. 

“Tell you what,” Sana said, turning over her shoulder for a moment to make sure Momo was listening, too. 

Momo seemed to have trouble breaking away from her view of the demon: her sleek, dark hair and the way her dark horns curled out in opposite directions on her head, her slender waist and perfect ass. When Sana bowed her head slightly to look down at the two lengthy cocks beneath her, the werewolf got the most sinfully delicious view of the succubus’ wet folds. 

“If you two can hold so, so still for me,” Sana said, “I’ll take you both.” 

Mina at first wasn’t sure she heard Sana correctly. She blinked up at Sana, but Momo was already putting a hand on Sana’s waist, wordlessly agreeing to the offer before her. 

The succubus put her hand over Momo’s and let the werewolf guide her a few more inches downward. She spread her legs farther to straddle them and teased their red, angry cockheads by grinding lightly over their tips, wetting them with her slick. 

She leaned forward and down a little, cupping Mina’s face in her hands as her lips met the vampire’s. Sana kissed her hungrily, relishing the way her tongue felt when she ran it over Mina’s sharp fangs. She bit Mina’s lower lip as she used her other free hand to grab Mina’s and bring it up to her chest. 

Mina whimpered a little into Sana’s kisses as her fingers connected with Sana’s soft skin. She didn’t need much coaxing though, and Mina quickly went to work teasing Sana’s nipple with her fingertips. The vampire’s other hand, wanting to make the experience of taking both of them as pleasurable as possible, worked its way down in between Sana’s legs. 

The vampire let Sana do as she pleased as they continued to make out. Every once in a while Sana would gasp or her breath would hitch due to Momo’s strong hands groping her, but when Mina began to gently rub Sana’s dripping clit, the demon nearly fell over from the pleasure. 

Mina soon found Sana to be putty in her hands as her fingers slowly and meticulously worked on her, learning what touches earned her a satisfied moan or sigh. Mina was transfixed as she watched the demon bathe in the pleasure of having multiple hands on her at once. When Sana began to whine for more, Mina peeked past Sana’s hip to look at Momo, who nodded. Mina was glad Sana was in front of her suddenly because Momo’s deep, golden eyes looked the hungriest she’d ever seen them. 

Together, the two of them gently eased Sana down farther and farther until both of their tips were stuffed inside the succubus’ wet, warm cunt. 

Momo was using all of her self control to not slam the demon onto their cocks. She’d felt immense relief from having Sana take her tip, but god, the werewolf needed more. And with Mina’s cock adding extra friction, it was nearly enough to make Momo lose control. Her hands shook a little as she held onto Sana’s waist and thigh. 

It was another few moments before Sana finally sank down and their cocks disappeared inside her. All three of them stifled moans and Sana leaned forward a little, needing Mina’s support now more than ever as the vampire and werewolf bottomed out in her. 

“F-fuck,” Mina stammered, trying her best to help Sana. The vampire could barely hold Sana up, let alone breathe from the overwhelming pleasure that came from being so snugly sheathed inside Sana. 

Momo was able to move first, and the moment she did, Sana and Mina cried out. Sana from the fullness, Mina from how good the werewolf’s cock felt rubbing against her own. The three settled into a slow rhythm, completely and willingly under Sana’s lust-driven spell. The sounds of grunting and whimpering alongside repetitive wet squelching took over the room. Like Momo, Sana felt at risk of losing control too. Her grip on reality weakened a bit, and Mina could see the whites of her eyes struggling to stay in view as Sana whimpered, being stretched and filled to her limits. 

Luckily for the demon though, Mina wasn’t able to last long. 

“S-Sana, Momo…” the vampire panted desperately. “I…’m gonna…” What finally sent her over the edge was hearing just how fast Momo’s heart was going as they both greedily fucked up into Sana. The succubus watched, beyond pleased as Mina’s eyes slowly closed and brow furrowed. The vampire came with a sound almost like a hiss, spilling her load inside the succubus. Sana could feel Momo’s cock throb inside her as Mina’s cum began to flood her cunt, leaking down her thighs and coating the werewolf’s cock. 

Mina was panting heavily by the time she was able to pull out, not used to coming quite that hard. Momo recovered quickly though, and the vampire watched as the werewolf growled, snaked one arm around Sana and then took over, pulling the demon down on her cock to the base and picking up speed.  

The vampire could only watch as Momo’s cock disappeared inside Sana over and over again. She loved Sana’s facial expressions as she struggled to take Momo at the new pace. Her once soft cries grew louder and louder, accompanying Momo’s grunts as the werewolf nearly split Sana apart. For a moment, Mina found herself almost jealous of the succubus until the demon beckoned her to come closer. 

“Mina,” Sana wailed. “Need you…” 

She pulled the vampire in, kissing her deeply and moaning into her mouth as she guided Mina’s hand down. She let Mina touch not just her clit, but Momo’s length as the werewolf thrust repeatedly into her.  

Mina’s cock twitched with curiosity and the added sensation sent Momo closer to her peak. The vampire’s hand touching near the base of her cock as she fucked Sana made Momo whine loudly. The vampire’s touch, although light, was suddenly too much for the overstimulated werewolf and she nearly howled, slamming Sana down hard as she came, her cock twitching inside Sana’s walls as she emptied herself into the succubus. 

Mina moved her hand back up to Sana’s clit, letting the demon rub herself desperately against the vampire’s hand until she came too, gushing over Momo’s cock. Mina brought her fingers up to Sana, who, in her blissed out state, willingly took them into her mouth, licking Mina’s hand clean. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

On the morning of Christmas Day, Sana awoke feeling sore but satisfied. To her left was Momo, whose extra warm body heat would have been enough to cook the demon, but on her right was vampire, whose cooler than normal body temperature perfectly balanced out the werewolf’s. 

Momo kicked a leg out of the bed and threw some of the covers back, still sleeping. Sana couldn’t even see Mina– the vampire had wrapped herself snugly in the sheets but was pressed against the succubus contentedly. She was tempted for a moment to dream walk, to see what her holiday lovers were dreaming about, but then Sana looked around at her surroundings and realized that for once, her waking life was way better than anything she could ever possibly dream of. 

[jihyocentric]

I remember we agreed on angel sana having a knot so hear me out this is both for angel Sana and human sana asks

Jihyo has a ginormous breeding kink

She just loves when angel sana uses her as her cum dump, she loves being constantly filled be her and being stuck on her knot for hours

human sana doesn't have a knot but jihyo still likes for her to stay inside after she cums to feel full and to plug her up good

I feel like in both cases she might get extra horny at the thought of sana getting her pregnant (even if it doesn't work (?))

i love how you just stated that she has a breeding kink like it's common knowledge. speak your truth!

the idea of angel sana being hung while human sana having a regular size popped into my mind and now i'm thinking about demon jihyo visibly struggling to take angel sana's knot in, turning all red in her attempts to accept her size, but she'd insist because 1) she's a powerful demon, of course she can take a big dick and 2) wouldn't their babies be so cute if sana managed to breed her successfully?

i was wondering whether to make human sana g!p or not but i guess she should be for jihyo's succubus purposes — the whole 'feed me with your sexual energy' thing. no better way to get that than turning into sana's cum dump! now, i know most people are big fans of really hung sana and all but human sana having a regular or just slightly big size might be much better in this case...

hear me out! since jihyo gets trapped in the world of humans as sana's demon pet, her body becomes a more human-like body, but she keeps most of her demon features — annoyingly, and it's something jihyo might complain a lot to sana about, her wings disappear in her humanly form after some time. she still has some of her powers, but they get limited. and her skin isn't all purple like it used to be, but it turns purple sometimes, perhaps to let her know she's still a succubus.

sooo, as jihyo becomes more 'human', she learns that she can't take pain like she used to. she's defenseless and weak like a human, and she's also kinda harmless (not that she realizes she is). with that, i think demon jihyo takes more from angel sana because she's 100% in her element. it will take some effort, but she can have hung sana fully inside of her, whereas succ hyo would have a hard time even taking fingers at first because her body is entirely different from what she is used to be.

just imagine succ hyo begging for cock 24/7 and being denied of it just for her to finally get it eventually and cry when only the tip is inside... and human sana wouldn't even be that big. back to the breeding, i love the idea of succ hyo wanting a baby because she learns that those are rather cute. and evil! (maybe she sees some babies menacing and starts to think they're quite nice. like pulling people's hair and stuff.)

jihyo maybe learns that some humans think sex is only meant for making babies and she decides to agree with them. she'd definitely be like 'are we making a baby today?' every time they have sex. she knows absolutely nothing about pregnancy and all but in her head it could only benefit them — she reaches that conclusion after hearing about sex during pregnancy. and succ hyo probably thinks making a baby is easy and happens instantly, so she wants that promptly. sana surely makes her take pills though (jihyo has no clue that the 'vitamins' sana gives her are anti-baby medicine).

overall, hyo would love being filled to the brim regardless of sana having a knot or not! and succ hyo becomes a fan of her new body because, although she struggles with it at the beginning, she learns that not taking things easily like before make the experience even better. sana might get really horny with the idea of breeding her little demon, but i think she wouldn't really have any intentions to have a baby! dirty talking as if she has that intention, though, always makes her rock hard and sana definitely loves giving jihyo too many loads under the excuse that that will give her the evil babies she wants

[majorblinks]

takes one to know one (twice chaeyoung)

(ft. jihyo & sana) (smut, mommy kink, public sex, titfucking, breeding kink, fluff, angst, gold digger chaeyoung, but also gold digger you, 21k words)

Look - everyone’s always got something to hide. It’s the nature of summer, pushed into keeping everything safe and surreptitious, tucked into corners, finding shadows, reprieves; the sun’ll leak your secrets if it catches you at the right time. It’s just that kind of season. 

“Did you know?” Chaeyoung asks you once, near the end. She’s in your arms, pressed to your chest, her eyes the most stunning thing in sight. “When you first met me - did you think it’d all happen like this?” 

Like this, she says - fucked, fated, doomed. Like all heavy, all-consuming things. Like loss. Like longing. See, the two of you are cut from the exact same cloth; you’ve always been after the same thing. All you know how to do is get the money and run. Love isn’t in your vocabulary and for a good god damn reason.

(There’s always a breaking point. Yours is thinking back to the day you met her - there’s a girl on a beach, and the day’s gorgeous, but all of them are. You stare and you can’t help it. You swear you’ve met her before and you haven’t. She turns to you and smiles, and it cleaves you right in two, and it’s impossible but just like that you know.) 

“Yeah,” you murmur. The writing’s always been on the wall. “I think I did.” 

Chaeyoung glances up at you. In those few moments, she’s reduced to all the details: the long, wavy black hair, winding its way past her shoulders, the colorful tattoos - the dimple, the mole underneath her full bottom lip, the way she blinks and her eyelids shutter starlight. You’ve been pushing your luck just by having her by your side. 

“Me too,” she says, softly. 

There’s the ocean rolling out in front of you, proof that not all destructive things have to come to an end. It’s just the two of you, then. You’re the exception to the rule - you’ve broken enough of them by now to know it. 

(Something about her, you’ll say later. Something about us. Something unquantifiable. Sometimes you meet someone and it’s already over.)

“I guess,” says Chaeyoung, softly, haltingly, like it’s a confession in itself. Oh, like you said: it’s just that kind of season. “I guess I’m just glad that it happened at all.” 

There’s a lot to be grateful for. There’s a lot to feel that you haven’t let yourself until now. It’s summer and you’ve spent enough time hiding from it. You’re with her. There’s never any use. 

Your hand slips under her chin, tips it up; your mouth finds hers like there’d been a map to it, a beacon, a lighthouse. She smiles and it’s like she’s calling you home, the opposite of a siren, or a succubus; leading you to the shore, right to safety. You’ve spent your whole life jumping ship. Now you kiss her like you’re saying I’d follow you everywhere, even if you both know it’s a lie. 

“I know,” you say, fingers threading through her hair, because you always did. “I know.” 

(It hurts, but in the end, you’ll say later, that’s exactly how you know it’s love.)

-

If you’re taking it back to the start, here’s the truth: you’ve broken your fair share of hearts, but that’s never been your goal. It’s not that you’re a bad person, not really. You’ve got your own moral codes. You never went into any of this hoping to lead women on and leave them behind, leave them crushed and cursing your name - that’s never been the point. The point is- 

Well, if you really wanna know the long and short of it, the point is that you need money. 

“It’s this super swanky resort,” your ex-girlfriend is telling you over the phone. “It’s packed with famous people. The pay’s sort of not the best, but their whole thing is, like, super intense discretion. You definitely have to sign NDAs. All of that.”

She’s trying to get you a summer job, just for context - and she’s also selling it horribly. “What?” you ask, thoroughly confused. “Why would anyone want to work there if the pay’s shitty?” 

“Amenities. The resort’s on this remote island, it’s gorgeous, you get to live there the whole summer in these bungalows, you get access to all the facilities-” 

“A remote island?” It’s sounding more and more like a cult by the second. “Are you trying to get me ritualistically sacrificed?” 

“Babe.” Your ex-girlfriend may not be your girlfriend anymore, but she’s never grown out of the pet names. “My point is that there are rich and famous people. Rich and famous people who pay a lot of attention to the hot employees.” 

You’re quiet. 

“They pay more than attention,” she adds.

“So you’re suggesting I prostitute myself.” 

“Like you don’t do that already.” You make an affronted noise, but she’s already talking again, in that rapid-fire mile-a-minute way that’s so characteristic of her. “No, I’m serious! I know you’ve been in a dry spell ever since your last sugar mommy, like, died of old age or whatever-” 

“You’re so fucked in the head,” you say, a smile twitching at your mouth - okay, you are too. There’s a reason a break-up wasn’t enough to tear you and your ex apart. “She didn’t die, you dumbass - and she was only ten years older than me or whatever. She moved away for work.” 

“Same difference,” says your ex, unperturbed, and you feel an uncomfortable pull in your throat. It's not like she’s that far off. She’d cut off a good chunk of your income, just like that; she might as well have fallen off the face of the earth. “Look, you know I love you to death, and I’d keep paying for whatever you wanted, but-”

“I know.” Your ex has no qualms about supporting you financially, especially considering your current situation; she may be your ex-girlfriend, but she’s also been your best friend since forever, basically. Her family’s obscenely wealthy. To her, it’s no sweat off her back to pay for things for you. “Your dad’s cutting you off from giving me money because he thinks I’m a leech.” 

“Which you’re not.” 

“I kind of am.” 

“You’re my favorite person in the world. Even if you were a leech I’d let you suck me dry.” 

“Ew,” you say, but you’re laughing. “Why would you put it like that? Like, why the fuck would-” 

“The job,” interrupts your ex, so vehement your humor dies right on your mouth. “It’s just for the summer. You’re already a certified lifeguard, so that’s not an issue. I’ve been summering at the resort for like three years straight, so I can get you a gig right away - they trust my judgment and shit. Just say the word and I’ll get you in contact with the boss.” 

You fall silent, thinking. She’s trying - you know that. You’ve got odd jobs at home, but without a college degree, they’re all manual labor, they’re easy to pack up and transfer. There’s always work for you to do. Leaving for the summer won’t ruin you - and when you’ll come back, you’ll have everything you need. You’ve done this before. You’re good at your games. 

“Look at it this way,” says your ex, softening. “You’ll be doing exactly what you do at home, except you’ll get to be in paradise for the entire summer. And I’ll be there. Are you in or not?” 

She’ll be there - that’s part of the selling point in itself. She’s your other half. She knows every single skeleton in your closet; she knows why you need this money. She knows, in essence, that this opportunity is one of the best she can give - that it’s one of the best someone like you can get. 

You know it, too. And that’s the reason why you sigh, stop, say-

“Okay,” you tell her, and that’s where the story begins. “I’m in.” 

-

It’s not about love. It never is. It’s about strategy, really. It’s about being a fantasy, a product to promote and sell. It’s all curated, calculated: your body, your charm, the way you hold yourself, built but approachable, magnetic without being too intimidating. Women flock to you and you let them; you’ve made yourself that way.

(Oh, it’s just one of those things. You’re perfectly aware of what you look like and what that does to people. You also just happen to be smart enough to take advantage of it.)

It’s the first day of summer, and you’re causing a stir with your face alone. 

You’re on the deck of the ferry, headed straight to the island. You’re making a presence of yourself: there are already people staring, whispering, all those prying eyes. You’re laughing into the phone, because there’s no point in being attractive without being accessible - and also because no one makes you laugh more than your ex-girlfriend. 

“What if I get lonely?” you’re asking - you’re close enough to the island to be picking up a signal. You’re being annoying and it’s sort of justified. “I can’t believe you aren’t getting here for two weeks.” 

“I get it,” says your ex, cheerful nonetheless: okay, so you’re, like, mildly codependent. It’s old news. “You can’t live without me - I know.” 

“Am I supposed to make friends or something?” 

“You’re so adorable. Just take your shirt off and I promise everyone will want to be your friend.” 

“Ugh,” you say, like you haven’t relied on that exact trick countless times before. There’s a reason being a lifeguard is one of your most well-received jobs. Hey, you’ve been called plenty of things in your line of work - sugar baby is one, gold digger is another; you can’t exactly fight it when it’s true. “You’re my only friend and you know it. I’m bad at making friends.”

You say it, but then-

See, you’re actually not expecting it, the way it all happens. Sure, you see people staring - you’re unnaturally attuned to the way it feels when there are eyes on you, but that comes with the territory - but you’re visibly an employee and they’re all not, they’re leagues above you in influence, in wealth - you’re usually hot enough to transcend social status, but still-

“I could probably help you with that.” 

It’s so fast. You’re not even really doing anything - but you turn halfway, regardless. 

There’s a woman standing there, one hand on her hip, authoritative like she’s already marking her territory just by talking to you. There’s a pause here, catching you momentarily startled, throwing you off your course-

But an expectant, sudden smirk tugs at the woman’s mouth, and you get it.

You swivel to face her, adjust yourself, take on all your best angles. “Oh,” you say, out loud, because this is going to be much easier than you’d originally thought. “Hey.”

“Hi.” 

All of the other guests on deck avert their gazes, like they understand the message loud and clear. Somehow, they realize it: this woman’s in front of you and smiling and staking her claim, all at once. Hands off, the curl of her lips reads, possessive and delightfully transparent - this one’s mine. 

(Well, you’ve always been a fan of women with power. Alright - game on.) 

“Sorry,” you say into the phone, “I’m gonna have to call you back.” 

“New friend already?” your ex asks, amused. 

There’s the power, like you said - that’s the first thing. The smooth, easy confidence, the way the woman’s standing in front of you like she knows she’s getting sideways glances just from talking to you and she doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by it. Like she’s spent her whole life getting attention, knows it’s something she deserves - ah, you’ve always been into that kind of ego. It flicks something on in your brain, an instinct, an impulse. You love pleasing people who know exactly what they’re worth. 

Then there’s the second thing, which is the fact that she’s completely fucking gorgeous. 

“Something like that,” you answer, grinning. “I guess we’ll see.” 

There’s a pair of designer sunglasses perched on her head, her hair short and black and shiny; her eyes are brilliant, huge, smile a certain kind of infectious, mesmerizing - and then there’s the outfit, a pink two-piece that she somehow manages to make indecent by just standing there; the shirt’s cropped, the skirt rides sinfully high - and it’s all wrapped up with this air of notoriety, of self-importance, of fame and splendor, like she’s spent her whole life in the limelight, or somewhere awfully close to it. She looks at you and you get the sense that you should know her name and you don’t. You look right back and you think you’d like to. 

“You’re new,” says the woman, and you slip your phone into your back pocket.

“I am,” you say, trailing your eyes down her body like you’re taking inventory - despite the demeanor, she’s tiny, barely five-three in spotless white sneakers. “New hire. It’s my first summer here.” 

“You’re working at the resort,” says the woman, but not like she’s actually surprised; her tongue slides under her top teeth, studies you like she’s calculating the staggering height difference between you two down to every last inch. “I thought so.” There’s an implication here. There’s a reason she approached you first. “So you do need friends, then, huh?” 

You’re playing the long game. “Friends is one word for it,” you say, allow suggestion to serve as an undertone, salt in the sea breeze. “What, you think you can help me out?” 

The woman’s so stunning you can’t stop looking at her - her bone structure is regal, elegant, but then there are those eyes: huge and irresistible, knocking the vision off-kilter, curving so easily with her smile. She’s beautiful in the most disarming way, the sort of thing that triggers double-takes, slip-ups, mistakes; she’s got this way about her that makes you doubt any enemy of hers has gone head-to-head with her and lived to tell the tale. Oh, power, beauty - they go hand in hand. 

“Sure,” says the woman, all too casual, the ocean wind pulling enticingly at her hair like it could’ve been choreographed. “I’m Jihyo.” 

“Jihyo,” you repeat, and that’s a name you wouldn’t mind having in your mouth all summer. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise,” says Jihyo, head on an incline, teasingly cordial. “I was just thinking,” she adds on, tone with a motive, “you and I - I think we could be really good friends.” 

It’s not even an attempt at subtlety. She’s forward like she’s never heard the concept of rejection, like it might be some far-off illusion - for a woman like her, it probably is. 

You raise your eyebrows, allow yourself a breath, a smile. It’s summer, after all. It’s exactly the time to get hot and reckless and wild. No matter how composed someone like Jihyo is, there’s no fighting that kind of temptation - and you’re right here, inviting it for all the wrong reasons. 

“Me too,” you say; she’s not being shy in the slightest, so you’ll go to her level. “I guess great minds think alike.” 

Jihyo lets her laughter fall so easily, and that’s how you know you’ve got her. 

-

So - you’re playing the long game, in theory. 

You don’t call her a mark, or a target; you’re not a con artist. You’ll make sure you both know where you stand. Yeah, you’ve broken your fair share of hearts, but you don’t do that anymore - you make it known exactly what you’re giving and how you’d like to be compensated for it. It’s a learning curve. You’ll work out an arrangement. 

In practice, well-

“Do you do this a lot?” 

You’re below deck, you’re in dark corners, you’re alone together and that’s danger by every definition. Jihyo’s so small in comparison to you, pressed against the wall, chin angled upwards like a threat; you’ve got a hand up her shirt, you’ve got one of her legs hooked around your waist, you’ve got your cock in her pussy and you’re ruining it. It’s fast, it’s greedy, it’s primal - realistically, it’s all going according to plan. 

(Hey, look at it this way: anyone who plays the long game like you do knows exactly how to kick it off with a bang.)

“Fuck strangers I just met?” Jihyo’s tits are unbelievable, and then there are those eyes - all heat and hazard lights, every thrust getting her eyelids fluttering - and you grin, lean in to kiss her. “Never.” 

It’s all sloppy, half-ravenous; it’s also patently untrue. “Liar,” Jihyo pants, right into your mouth, calling your bluff and beautifully. 

“Maybe.” You squeeze hard at her tits, scrape your nail over a nipple; you lower your teeth to her neck, let them bite and sink, leaving marks that you’ll return to all summer. Oh, well. As long as she knows what she’s getting into. “But I don’t think you really mind that I’m experienced.” 

“I-” Jihyo tries to say, gasps, fails. “I - Jesus, your fucking cock-” 

You snap your hips, you bury your dick inside of her, you’ve got her right where you want her - drastic times, drastic measures. You’ve got more than a few tricks up your sleeve. You’ll earn your keep. You’re only getting started.

“Yeah,” you breathe against her throat, grinning wolfishly as she moans - “that’s kind of what I figured.” 

-

This is something you come to understand, almost immediately: Jihyo’s perfect. 

“So, you’re about to make this summer very interesting.” 

You’re stepping off the ferry, side by side. Jihyo’s tossing her glossy hair, blooming hickeys scattered across her throat like needlepoint, darkening all her smooth skin. It ruins the image, the put-togetherness, the grace and the big, bright eyes - or maybe it’s just tying it all together. There are people staring. Jihyo’s smiling, serene, like it’s something she’s far past used to. 

“Yep,” you say, pleased with your handiwork.

Jihyo glances over at you, lifts an eyebrow lazily, lets it fall. The sun’s shining overhead, taunting. It’s the ideal time for playing games, drawing maps - here, you’ll point out, here’s everywhere I could take you; stick with me and you’ll see. 

“Lifeguard, right?” she asks, a piece of information you’d dropped casually, earlier, right before you’d slid your hand up her skirt and found her soaked. “I’ll find you later.” 

The resort looms in front of the two of you, gorgeous and giant and opulent, unselfconscious in its own grandiosity - it’s a lot, overdone, overwhelming. Everything’s straight out of a Hollywood movie, the sparkling coast and the streamlined architecture, palm trees swaying in the breeze like they’re on some automated timer, uncannily flawless. It’s almost too beautiful, too vibrant, too much. 

You’d gawk, but you know it’d give you away; you don’t belong here. Everyone else admires the resort in their own detached, cavalier manner, like it’s something they see on the daily. Even Jihyo barely bats an eye, lets employees flock around her, taking her luggage - Miss Park, they call her politely, like she’s a woman who needs no introduction, like she could snap her fingers and bend the world to her will. 

It’s so not your scene, on principle, but you’ll make it work. You’re good at pretending, slipping seamlessly into places you shouldn’t fit - events, buildings, beds. You’ll get there. 

“That’s what I’m counting on,” you tell Jihyo, your mouth at a tilt, holding tight to your own suitcases. Someone like you is never an outsider for long. 

(It’s you being honest, or the closest you can get. It’s what you’re counting on, because you quite literally can’t afford to do anything else.)

“Good,” says Jihyo, flip, intention clear in the way she examines you. There’s something so hot about someone who knows exactly what she wants. “See you on the beach, honey.” 

The nickname’s deliberate, drenched in condescension, sardonic superiority - you laugh out loud, and Jihyo breaks, cracks to a grin. Oh, at least she’ll be fun. That’s something you don’t encounter often, with the women you usually go after. Well, you did say it’s time for something new.

“Sure,” you say, skim a hand down her back, the curve of her ass; Jihyo leans into it in more ways than one. “See you then.” 

-

See, Jihyo’s perfect, because she’s everything you need right now: wealthy, shameless, bored, beautiful. It’s not about love and it never was, and that’s not about to change now. It’s not about anything more than money. 

It’s all paradise, and that’s the point. The sun’s glaring down on you like it disapproves, but it’s not about to get a say. It’s not your scene - which means, really, it’s the one and only place to be. 

-

Turns out that you’re not alone, with the kind of agenda you’ve got. You get settled into a bungalow with some of the other employees - bartenders, dealers at the casino, lifeguards like you - and they’ve all got their own plans, attachments, schemes to cook up and carry out. It’s summer, and all the guests here are powerful and apathetic, all in one; sex is just the thing to do.

“The other employees just aren’t as good as me,” you’re explaining to your ex over the phone, because you can’t go more than twenty-four hours without speaking to her - fine, it’s more than mild codependence.

“At sex or at being a con artist?” 

“Um, I’m not a fucking con artist. But - I mean, both.” 

You don’t consider them a threat, in the end. The other employees seem nice, they’re generally hot, but then there’s you: you know how to play the game. Show enough honesty to seem vulnerable, show enough grit to appear rough around the edges; it’s all intrigue with a risk. There’s an art to seduction, really. People don’t seem to see that there’s a lot of effort that goes into turning a profit. 

“Okay,” says your ex, entertained. “And what about your actual job? You know, the thing you’re employed for? How are you holding up there?” 

“I don’t know what you’re implying. I’m an amazing lifeguard.”

It’s your first day on the job, and you’re forgoing focus so you can fill your ex-girlfriend in on your sexual escapades: amazing is a little bit of an exaggeration. You’re just going to pray no one drowns, pretty much. God’ll be on your side, or whatever. 

In the interim, you’ll stay in your lifeguard chair, surveying the beach, the sand and surf - there are pools at the resort, but this is where your first shift ends up being, watching the guests wrapped up tanning or in the waves or playing truly tragic games of beach volleyball - tucked under an umbrella, and with your phone on speaker, recapping everything that’s gone down within your first twenty-four hours on the island. Or, considering the way you fucked Jihyo on the ferry, island-adjacent-

“Wait,” says your ex, voice suddenly high and disbelieving, “Park Jihyo?” 

“Uh, yeah.” 

Her voice rises to a squeal. “You fucked the Park Jihyo?” 

You pull a face, uncertain. “Am I supposed to know who she is?” 

Your ex shrieks something incomprehensible right into the phone. 

You pull the receiver away from you, fighting down a laugh. There’s the crash of the waves ahead of you, some faint music playing in the background, speaker echoing melodies across the beach; she’s snapping the serenity without even being present, but that’s a talent in itself. “Like,” your ex says, once she can speak, “I guess not - she’s not a household name or anything, but she manages them. Okay - you know Ahn Yujin? The singer?” 

“Obviously.” There’s not a soul in the country who doesn’t know Ahn Yujin; she’s one of the biggest pop stars in the game right now, she’s everyone’s favorite topic of discussion. “Wait, Jihyo’s Ahn Yujin’s manager?” 

“Yes! See? See?!”

“Whoa.” So you were right on the money, there: powerful’s gotta be incredibly accurate. “Then - yeah. I fucked the Park Jihyo.” You can’t keep the ego from sneaking in. “I think it’s gonna be a recurring thing, actually.” 

“So she’s your mark for the summer?” 

“Well.” There are those con artist insinuations again - it’s not like you’re going to swindle her. 

“No, no, it’s perfect,” your ex insists. “She’s everything. She’s filthy rich and she’s so, so hot. What more do you even need?” 

And she’s completely right: that’s the thing. 

Your gaze follows the line of the sea, trails to where the palm trees frame the volleyball nets - it’s pressureless, it’s relaxing, it’s fun - watching some of the guests flail and crack up over missed points, over bad calls. You’ve never been in a place more beautiful. This is something you’re not used to, either, not in the slightest. 

“I’ve never even gotten to talk to her even though I’ve seen her around the resort a bunch of times,” your ex is saying. “Oh, my god: you have to introduce us, I’m serious. I’ve tried so many times but she’s so sexy I forget all my social skills the moment I see her-”

“Alright, chill.” Ah, your ex and her taste for obnoxiously attractive women: there’s an answer to why you two never would’ve worked out romantically, and it’s not just that you come from two completely different worlds. 

This is her turf, the glamor and the opulence and the designer swimsuits - the way she can be carefree and careless and she’ll never have to pay for it. It’s foreign territory, for you, being able to let things go like you will here. That’s the name of the game, in actuality; it’s all about leaving things behind. No strings attached. Nothing tying you down. 

It’s not about love. It never was. When August slips away, so will you. 

Off to your left, you hear a bright, musical laugh ring out. 

“I’m so jealous,” your ex says. “You think she’d be down for a threesome?” 

Your eyes skate the sand, the scenery. You’re not far from the ridiculousness of the volleyball matches - there’s a group over on your left, people hollering insults at each other, hurtling the ball back and forth. You don’t know what you’re looking for, but you’re looking. “You don’t want a threesome with me. You barely even like men.” 

There’s that pretty laugh again, echoing in the distance, a little wild, intoxicating. There’s a twinge at your spine, like a memory unraveling itself, peeling back layers, defenses, walls. Your ex says, whimsically, “I could take one for the team.” 

“Oh, and what-” 

There’s a point you’re trying to make, there’s a retort on your tongue, there’s the world, upright and spinning on its axis - but that’s right when you see her. 

(There’s no explanation for anything that happens next, really. You’re just gonna have to take it and run.) 

-

One minute you’re on solid ground and then you’re not. One minute there’s your heart beating in your chest and then it’s not there anymore, suddenly, somewhere far-off and fleeing, somewhere with a girl and a laugh and a crazy, cosmic impossibility - and all at once, it’s like-

(Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s already over.) 

It’s like you forget all other words. There’s no reason for it, no logic. She’s laughing, and you’re struck silent, stonelike, drowning on dry land; she’s beyond beautiful, like she’s making a mockery of the concept. There’s the universe, and nothing’s where you’d thought it was: all the noise dulls to a hum, falls insignificant, unimportant; the sea melts into the sky, bleeding all shades of blue. The sun lets up, acquiesces, lets you be. You swear there are higher powers listening, or there must be - devils placing bets, angels throwing their hands up, gods above saying there, right there - that’s where it all goes wrong. 

She sees you at the same time you see her, or close enough that the gap’s indiscernible - and that’s a story in and of itself, a start and a conclusion. There’s a leap and you’re taking it just by the way your eyes meet; it’s summer, and you’re throwing yourself off a cliff, crashing straight into the waves. 

Son Chaeyoung smiles at you, and just like that, you know. 

-

“Hello?” Your ex is actually clapping into the phone. “Did you die? Oh my god, did you drown? Did you save someone else from drowning?” There’s a pause. “Are you giving a hot MILF mouth-to-mouth? Because, like - okay, I get it, priorities, but-” 

“Um.” You can’t speak, can’t think. You’re having a faintly out-of-body experience. “There’s - um.” 

“Talk. Use words. Are you having a stroke? Do I need to call 911?” 

It’s a valiant effort, trying to get through to you - it’s also completely futile. Your brain’s cut off, disconnected. All you can comprehend is the girl smiling at you from the sidelines like there’s an inside joke you’re both in on, something about her stare strangely familiar and nostalgic, intimate, bemused. The corners of your mouth twitch up, mirroring. You don’t know what it is but you know that you’re feeling it. 

“Sorry,” you say, and your voice sounds odd even to your own ears, distant and distracted. “There’s a girl.” 

It’s a wild understatement. It’s only a fraction of everything you want to say: she’s stunning, you mean, she’s surreal, she’s everything - you could say it all, and it’d be the truth.

“A girl,” repeats your ex, appropriately intrigued. “Okay. Elaborate.” 

A girl, like that could be her title and hers alone, like you’d stare at a masterpiece on the wall of a gallery with a plaque and a frame and a presence, and attribute each detail only to her. Long, black hair spiraling down her back, haphazardly tied out of her face; the barely-there flash of her teeth, the inordinately perfect porcelain lines of her face, the slope of her nose, mouth, jaw; there’s so much skin on display. Tattoos, all over her: the one winding up her spine, out of the waistband of her denim cutoffs, the colorful ones scattered across both arms, intricate like they each have a story, a purpose. You see her and you’re drafting folktales, creating mythos. You’re not sure how you could ever sum it up. 

“I can’t,” you say, helplessly. You take one look and you’re thinking of walking over, of laying down your rules, of saying it’s insane, but I swear, there’s something about you- “I’m, like - Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Oh, man.” Your ex is laughing into the phone. “Don’t tell me you just fell in love at first sight.” 

“That’s not a real thing,” you say, automatically, but now you’re clambering down from your lifeguard chair, your feet hitting the sand. The girl’s still studying you, arms crossed over her chest - waiting, patient, the sun soaking her golden. There’s a pull, there’s a thread she’s tugging. There’s an inevitability and a promise. 

(Something about her, you’ll say later. For now, you don’t have anything else.)

“I have to go,” you tell your ex. 

“Fine,” she says, delighted. “Ditch me for the love of your life.” 

“I haven’t even met her yet,” you say, but even that seems wrong, stilted. Like there’s not an excuse in the world that could keep you away from her. You say, “Bye,” and you hang up the phone, and you don’t wait for a response. 

(Sometimes, you see someone, and you just-)

The girl tilts her head as she sees you approaching, dark eyes a little wide and dazzling, spellbinding. Your heart’s unsteady, thrown off-kilter - you see her straighten, see the wind tangle the inky waves of her hair, see the knowing flicker of a deep dimple in her cheek - even feet away, she’s got this grip on you - there’s no way to explain it-

You’re seconds away from it, really. From saying hi, from saying I know you, don’t I?, from saying it’s you, you, you, and falling right into the rest of your life. It’d just take a moment and no more. You already know it. 

“Hey, you.” 

You stop in your tracks. 

It’d just take a moment and you’d fall - the ocean pauses with bated breath, your pulse hollows out your ribs, arteries - but then it slips away in an instant. 

You’re too late: the conclusion dawns slow, sunrise-like. You’ve already made your choice, drawn up your strategies. You’ve kicked off your game and now you have to see it through, no matter what it takes.

“Oh,” you say, and you pull your focus off of the girl, torturous, turning to the side. It feels wrong, uncomfortable, your skin too tight, your heartbeat somewhere it shouldn’t be - but you have to, so you do. “Hey.” 

Because there’s your perfect plan for the summer, clad in a criminally skintight green bikini, staring you right in the face.

“Told you I’d find you,” says Park Jihyo, eyes sparkling over her sunglasses. 

There’s the devil you know, then the devil you don’t. Well, you’ve made your bed, you reason, and you can’t figure out why the thought is mildly suffocating. Jihyo’s here and deathly gorgeous and she wants you; more importantly, you need her. You have your whole life ahead of you, to make all your mistakes. This is the one thing you need to get right. 

(You don’t look back at the girl, because you don’t think you’ll be able to ever look away.) 

It’s all going according to plan - that’s where you are. There’s no reason to get distracted by anybody else. 

“Lucky me,” you say to Jihyo, smiling, and you let her take your hand. 

-

(The girl watches you walk away, a thoughtful tilt to her head, full lips screwed to the side. It’s like she’s saying fine, leave me be for now, go have your fun - it’s only a matter of time.) 

-

Work hard, play hard - sure, sure. You’re ditching your very first shift. You might get fired for this. 

“You’re not going to get fucking fired,” huffs Jihyo; you can’t take your eyes off her body in that fucking bikini - everyone’s scantily clad in swimsuits and somehow hers is more obscene, nearing pornographic; there’s her huge tits, her waist, hips, thighs - you’re tongue-tied, speechless - you’ve got her pressed up against the side of a building, and there’s the sun, there’s the threat of public eyes-

“You got a thing for exhibitionism?” You’re on your knees, mouth pressed to the inside of her thigh, teasing, laughing. “You seem to like having your tits out where you could get caught.” 

“All these assumptions,” bites out Jihyo, words already wrecked.

“I’m not assuming anything.” You’ve got her swimsuit bottoms pushed to the side, her cunt inches from your tongue. “You’re so fucking wet.” 

Jihyo’s got her big brown eyes fixed on you, one eyebrow raised in performative snobbiness - you can see her swallow hard, you’ve got all the proof you need of exactly the front she’s using. “Alright,” she says, and there’s something so hot about her above you, about you giving up your stature just to make her cum. “Are you gonna do anything about it?” 

You smirk up at her - that’s not a question that takes words to answer.

The noises she makes are like fucking blasphemy - something about her gasping, breathless sounds, trying to choke back her own pleasure, the way she’ll let a moan crack her façade right open - and you hold her thighs apart, flatten your tongue. “Fuck,” Jihyo gets out, fingers tangling in your hair, pushing your mouth further into her pussy: “Fuck, fuck-” 

You’re not thinking about anything else but what’s right in front of you. You know better than to lose focus. 

Jihyo rides your face when she cums, rocking her hips - it’s hot in all the ways you’re used to, her treating your mouth like something to fuck and ruin and leave - and when you pull back, breathless, your lips and your chin slick, Jihyo hooks her fingers in your lanyard and tugs you to your feet. 

“You aren’t going to get fired,” she reiterates, even though you’re ditching a beach full of people who could definitely drown at any second. “Aren’t there, like, three other lifeguards manning the beach right now?” 

“Sure,” you say, distracted by her tits in your hands, how her thumb skates your chin, gathers up her own cum. 

“Hm,” says Jihyo, distinctly humorous, tapping your mouth. 

“What?”

“First of all.” You part your lips, let her slide her fingers between them - you suck, obedient. “Another reason you’d never get fired is because I can bribe the higher-ups out of it.” That matter-of-fact arrogance creeps into her voice, the edge searing, filthy hot. “And second of all,” Jihyo adds, mildly, “I think you’re obsessed with my tits.” 

“Who isn’t?” 

Jihyo laughs, lets her hand creep under the waistband of your swim trunks - she’s turning the tables, pushing you up against the wall, pushing you both into darkness. It’s summer. Hiding is just par for the course. 

“Let’s see where this goes,” she tells you, tone reckless, ruminative. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck them.” 

That’s an idea you’re more than enamored with - fine. You’ll have all the fun in the world with her. That’s what you’re here for - that’s the point. There’s nothing more to it. 

“Oh,” you say lowly, and Jihyo blinks with all the faux-innocence she can manage, right before she wraps her hand around your cock. “I think we both already know exactly where this is going.” 

-

and when i arrive on the island and steal park jihyo away from you… your ex texts, at roughly three in the morning. then what. 

then i’d be broke, you say. you would literally be ruining my livelihood just for some pussy

SOME PUSSY????? IT’S PARK JIHYO!!!!!!!!!!!  have some RESPECT you heathen >:(

heathen? she’s not a god lol

YES SHE IS, says your ex, and you know her so well you can practically hear her squealing it at you already.  plus didn’t you meet the love of your life or whatever earlier….. like leave some women for the rest of us. WHORE

alright… i’m blocking you

NO

She says love of your life and your brain’s back on the beach, stuck and staring, transfixed. There’s a girl in denim cutoffs, covered in tattoos. She’s smiling at you and there’s a breaking point - you’re smiling back, and you’re doomed from the start. 

no but seriously i don’t even know what happened with that girl, you say. chalking it up to temporary insanity. heatstroke probably plus i ate jihyo out behind one of the buildings like 5 minutes after so it obviously wasn’t THAT serious

alright, replies your ex. I’M blocking YOU

It’s so much easier to make jokes about it, play it off: that’s territory you’re used to. There’s nothing you do with women that needs to be taken seriously. There’s no script here, no note with an emphasis on eye contact, on feeling, on fate - nothing scribbled in the margins, arrows indicating here’s the call to action, here’s the catalyst. No moments straight out of movies. You just don’t live that kind of life. 

it’s not a big deal, you say. i don’t even know her name. 

(It’s like the opposite of a blind spot, really. Something so consuming and obvious that you can’t look at anything else, can’t think, can’t do anything but pinpoint a before and an after: a timeline, a lifeline, an I was fine before I saw your face, and now I don’t know what I am.)

hmm, texts your ex, cryptically, because she still knows all of your tells. i have a feeling that won’t last long. 

-

She’s right: it doesn’t. It’s a day later and you’re strolling through the resort lobby. 

I’m gonna leave you something at the receptionist’s desk, Jihyo told you, yesterday, licking your cum off of her hand, so casually it almost didn’t register - and it wouldn’t have, if you were anyone else. Stop by there tomorrow. 

Oh, you said, because you’re not anyone else; it’s exactly the opening you’d been waiting for. So you’re reimbursing me for the sex now? What am I, a prostitute? 

Jihyo studied you, blatantly entertained. 

Consider it a token of my appreciation, she said, grin unfurling.

For the orgasms? you’d asked. 

Sure. 

Okay, you’d said, like it was her idea all along, and you were the one begrudgingly going along with it. I’ll take that. 

Jihyo raised her eyebrows at you, like she knew exactly what kind of game you were playing and loved it. You’d better, she’d said, and then you were off. 

The lobby’s showy, pleasantly busy. There’s music playing, something light and ambient. The floor gleams, the light fixtures seem to sparkle, the sun pours in through wide floor-to-ceiling windows: it’s gorgeous, it’s doing everything it’s supposed to. You, like most of the other unreasonably attractive employees, are doing your advertising and doing it perfectly just by stepping into the room. You’re getting stares. You’re used to it. 

“Hey,” you say once you get to the desk, half-distracted by the huge painting spreading across the back wall, the ocean curling blue and green into meticulously detailed sand, spilling at the coastline. “So, one of guests left something-”

Your eyes land on the receptionist, and your throat promptly dries up. 

(There it is again: like the world pauses, holds its breath. You swear there’s no one else in the room. You can’t chalk it up to temporary insanity when it happens every time you see her face - the sun glows, serves as a spotlight - there are things going unsaid, there’s all your instincts on high alert, wanting, waiting-)

“Hi,” you say, voice markedly more strained. 

“Hi,” the girl from the beach replies, and she’s so stunning up close you forget how to speak. 

She’s clad in a frilly white dress, flimsy straps, black hair half-clipped up, dripping over her slender shoulders like ink, all night skies and silk. You can see all of the tattoos that line her arms, swirls of color across her tan skin - her eyes are wide and dark and impossibly sparkly, like some animated cartoon character brought to life - she’s otherworldly, she’s unfathomably beautiful. You don’t know how you’re still standing. 

There’s a gold nametag pinned to her dress, flashing in the light. 

“Chaeyoung,” you say, and her name feels too familiar on your lips, like it’d already found a home somewhere close years ago, lifetimes. 

“Lifeguard,” Chaeyoung replies, gaze flickering to the lanyard around your neck; it jumps right to your face, gets stuck there. 

It’s one word, and it still comes belated, a little breathless - and for one crazy second you think of bending across the desk, think of asking you feel it, don’t you? You feel it too? 

She’s got the most perfect face, so flawless she doesn’t even look real - doll-like, angelic, mouth full and pink, inviting, inevitable. There are all the subtleties - the dip of her cupid’s bow, the slope of her nose, the twitch of her dimple, the mole underneath her bottom lip. You’ve never met anyone more gorgeous; she’s staring at you like she’s thinking something similar. There’s an intensity so tangible it’s like you can taste it. 

“You said a guest left something for you?” Chaeyoung can’t look away from your eyes, can’t break the contact; oh, it’s just another thing that’ll be entirely mutual. There’s a slow pull to her smile, deliberating. “Isn’t this, like, your second day ever working here? That was fast.”

You feel a laugh bubbling up, something beyond your control. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me?” 

You mean it to be light, teasing - but Chaeyoung just cocks her head, lifts a shoulder, says, “I guess I have.”

There should be something here - an introduction, an exchange of pleasantries, small talk - there should be a tip-off that the two of you have never met before, somewhere. You shouldn’t feel so comfortable staring at her. She shouldn’t feel so comfortable leaning over the counter, casually, pouty lips fixed in a curl, examining your face like she’s trying to commit it to memory, or maybe like she already has. 

(There isn’t any tip-off, because it doesn’t feel like the first time you two have met at all. There’s no rationalizing it. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to.) 

Chaeyoung’s eyes crinkle at the corners, a small scrunch appearing at the bridge of her nose. You’re so strangely aware of every minute change in her, tuned in to all the finer points: she adjusts herself, as if she’s observing at you from a different angle. Her dimple deepens, satisfied, like there’s something she’s been looking for forever and now she’s found it. 

“Park Jihyo,” she says. “Right?” 

There’s this way she asks it, like it’s not really a question, like she’s already on your wavelength. 

“Right,” you say, and Chaeyoung lifts her eyebrows, impressed, and reaches for a drawer behind the desk. 

You’re fascinated by the ease of it. “Is this in your job description?” you ask, somehow uncaring of boundaries, taking it slow; it just seems like you’re past all that, like you have been for years. “Shuttling presents back and forth between guests and employees?” 

Chaeyoung produces a small gift box with a sticky note on it, your name haphazardly scribbled across it in pen. The implications are hilarious: like Chaeyoung might have a whole stock of identical boxes just past the counter, lined up for delivery. You’ll ask her to see it later, you think - and that’s a thought that should be taking it too far, a future, a pathway. You’ll shelve it for now. 

“I’m not technically supposed to,” says Chaeyoung, equally uncaring, like it’s no big deal she’s spilling her secrets within a minute of your first conversation. “But the guests all give me some great tips for it, so.”

“Oh,” you say, grinning. “So you’re not doing it out of the kindness of your heart. You’re doing it so you can extort people.” 

Chaeyoung smiles back, mischievous, managing to read adorable nonetheless. She’s so ridiculously beautiful it should be intimidating, tattooed and confident and so sure of herself, but there’s something in her eyes, the way her lips seem perpetually pouty, her dimple always ready to reveal itself: she’s cute. You’re hopeless. It’s already a disaster. 

“It’s rich that you’re accusing me of extortion,” she says, prodding the box towards you. “What’d you do to get a present from Park Jihyo again?” 

“I don’t know,” you say, nonchalant; Chaeyoung narrows her eyes at you, visibly enthused by the act, not buying a word. “I guess she just saw my face and couldn’t resist.” 

There’s a fine print here. It’s been minutes. There’s something about you, you want to tell her, something here, something about you and me - but you meet her gaze and there’s the sun winding its way through her hair, there’s the tug in your heart, there’s the textbook nostalgia that you shouldn’t be feeling and are anyway. It’s impossible, insane. You look at her and you think she already knows. 

“I’d believe that,” says Chaeyoung, simply, plucking the sticky note off the box. Her lips pucker, theatrically pensive. “It’s quite the face.” 

She glances up at you through her eyelashes, smirk flickering at her mouth, and it’s like she’s confessing something else entirely. 

-

“You’re bad news,” you say, eventually, but you say it like I want you anyway. 

“Right back at you,” she tells you, like then come and get me. 

-

That’s the thing: this is a horrible idea. This isn’t going according to plan at all. She doesn’t have anything you came here for - doesn’t have the money, the status, the privilege - but you’re still here, somehow. 

“By all means,” says Chaeyoung, unbothered, fluttering her hands at the box. There were lines but you’ve crossed them. She’s relaxed in a way she probably shouldn’t be, elbows on the counter, eyes big and curious - you’re old friends playing catch-up, you’re feeling history that you haven’t made yet. “I wanna see what she got you. I’m nosy.” 

“You’re telling me you haven’t gotten any gifts from the guests?” Your eyes trail down to the tattoos crossing her arms, all that meticulous art, vivid color, clean lines. You think of tracing them, ink on her skin like roads - you think of letting your fingertips follow them as far as she’ll take you. 

Chaeyoung shrugs. “Maybe I have,” she says, flippant. “But - trust me, it took a lot more than my face to get presents from people.” 

“See?” Oh, that’s not a surprise, somehow: you know strategy when you see it. Chaeyoung’s gorgeous with a point, an plan in motion. “You get it.” 

“I get you,” Chaeyoung says. She sticks the stray post-it note to your top, pats your arm like it’s nothing. It’s an admission she’d let slip too easily, like she’d meant to dodge the weight of it but missed - I know you, she’s saying, I see you and I understand - and it’s too much, too soon. You stop short, examine her, watch her flush slightly like she hadn’t meant to say it out loud. 

She does feel it, you realize. Well, collective insanity, then, contagious; you’ll stick with that, for now. 

“I know your type,” Chaeyoung corrects herself, a little haltingly, pink sitting prettily at her cheeks. “There are tons of people like you working here.” 

“People like me, huh?” 

“Hot,” she clarifies, recovering fast, dimple winking coyly. “Arrogant. Slutty. Money-grubbing.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

Chaeyoung waves off the sarcasm. “Hey,” she says. “It’s not a bad thing. You’re just like me.” 

(Well, and that’s the root of the issue, really: you two are cut from the same cloth. You two are after the same thing. You’re always going to take the money and run. She gets you, for some godforsaken reason, and that’s something she can’t act off forever - but she’s sure going to try.) 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say. “It’s good to meet another kindred gold-digging spirit.”

“It’s summer,” says Chaeyoung. “This place is full of them. We’re not special.” 

Ah, but that’s where she’s wrong - there’s all this ease to your conversation, there’s the sun lighting your way, there’s how Chaeyoung’s eyes trail your body like she has some right to it, like she’s earned it and nothing less. Like you’re something that belongs to her, or you will be soon; hold a mirror up, and you’re sure you’d be caught the exact same way, enraptured by a feeling that shouldn’t even be there in the first place. 

“Really?” you ask, quirking your mouth. Chaeyoung’s gaze lingers there, skates your lips like she might find them unavoidable. “I think we could be.”

Chaeyoung sighs, as if it’s all a war she’s already lost. 

“Your lines aren’t gonna work on me,” she says, but she’s smiling. “Plus, I don’t think you can afford me.” She lifts her chin, and she’s surveying you again, top to toe. “I definitely can’t afford you.”

“Probably not,” you say. 

“You should just walk away now,” advises Chaeyoung, mirth poorly disguised, tapping her colorful nails to the table. “Us hanging out together would be really bad for business.”

“I should,” you agree. You’ve got a gift to open and an inability to pull yourself away from her, something unimaginable, incorporeal. She says lines and you don’t have any. You look at her and she’s a girl with an allure, smoldering, vaguely destructive - there are tsunamis, there are forest fires, things that do nothing but devastate. You should walk away and you don’t; you should, and you don’t know how you’re ever going to. 

(It’s summer, so it’s the only place to be.) 

-

The gift just happens to be this ridiculously expensive watch, gleaming silver - but there are also, for some reason, bills in cash tucked just past the buckle, folded and clipped neatly together. You stare, open-mouthed, and Chaeyoung throws her head back, exposing the pretty column of her neck, and laughs so hard you can’t help but join her. 

“Jesus fuck,” you say, in awe, running your fingers over the watch, the cash. “I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten a payout that’s been this…” 

“Ostentatious,” Chaeyoung supplies, like she’s throwing out the answer to a crossword puzzle. 

“You read my mind,” you say, entertained - you don’t think you’ve ever used that word in casual conversation before. “No, I was gonna say fucking awesome. Like, did she get this delivered or something?” 

You don’t know why it happens like this, but all of a sudden you’re slipping the watch into Chaeyoung’s hand, letting her buckle it around your wrist. There should be boundaries, convention says, somewhere far-off and distant. There should be personal space and there’s not. 

“We have a gift shop here at the resort,” Chaeyoung’s explaining, her hands tiny around yours, fiddling with the clasp. “It’s really well-stocked. Lots of people come here for, like, complete discretion, you know?” Her thumb brushes the inside of your wrist, sends a shudder up your spine; you barely move, outwardly, but she looks up at you pointedly, like she’d felt it regardless. “So the gift shop has basically everything anyone would want to buy their mistresses, or their secret summer flings, or their sugar babies. And - yes, they’re all this insane. Jihyo’s a… repeat offender, so to speak.” She throws a sly look your way. “She always spoils her boy toys like this.” 

“Lucky me,” you say. “I think it kinda clashes with my uniform, though.” 

You’ve got a point - you’re in a tank top and swim trunks - but what really gets you is the way Chaeyoung laughs, so sudden and sweet that it steals all the air from your lungs, leaves you marveling at how her eyes crease, that same slight scrunch appearing at the side of her nose. Everyone here is so beautiful, but then there’s her. Like something in her is calling to you, just by existing. 

“I can keep it safe for you,” she says, leaning on her elbows, an offer without expectation. “If you wanna come back after your shift and pick it up. Wouldn’t want it to get waterlogged from you heroically rescuing some billionaire from drowning, or whatever.” 

You grin at her; there’s an inflection you take, a provocation. “Is this you trying to steal shit from me or are you just looking for an excuse to see me again?” 

You’re aiming to fluster, but it’s like Chaeyoung’s utterly immune. Well, maybe it makes sense. She’s just like you, used to smooth-talking and movie-star charm, pick-up lines and suggestion, the prospect of sex like a threat, always on the horizon.

Chaeyoung’s forearms drop to the desk, drawing attention to the sharp line of her collarbone, the low dip of her neckline; she spills her eyes wide, all practiced, alluring innocence, the definition of sensuality seemingly without being aware of it, bottom lip pulled into her mouth thoughtfully, releasing slow. There’s something guileless about it, seductive and naïve at the same time - it’s a magnetism so perfect it should be patented. It’s as impressive as it is fucking hot. 

“Huh,” Chaeyoung says, voice slipping into something just off the edge of musical, “you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

“Fuck,” you say, a beat too late. “You’re good.” 

Her dimple winks at you, betraying the performance. “So I’ve heard.” 

“Your dimple,” you say, distracted entirely, unable to stop yourself. “It’s so fucking cute.” 

Chaeyoung starts, almost like she wasn’t expecting something so honest, something without innuendo - and suddenly she cracks right open, tosses the act out the window, out to sea. Here, she’s saying, and then she laughs again, but it’s almost shy, soft. I don’t need it anymore.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, and she’s switched topic on a dime. “It’s just - thanks, I’m glad you think so, but-” 

(It’s exactly the opposite of all her rehearsed charisma; this is her, going woefully off-script. You’ll follow. You think you always will.)

“Okay, I’ve been thinking this the whole time, but - I need to say it.” Chaeyoung straightens, like she’s doing something reckless, thoughts disorganized and taking flight all on their own. “We’ve - I swear we’ve met before. You and me. Like, before working here.” She clears her throat, wavers, somewhat amazed just by you here, standing in front of her. “This just feels so…” 

Her expression slips out of the meticulously constructed mask she’d had on - she lets her smile split and it’s real, lets her head shake, her shoulders slump, unable to label it. It’s like seeing some award-winning sculpture coming to life, seeing a masterpiece in oil paints get up and walk straight out of the frame: something impossible, dreamlike. You can’t stop staring. 

“Yeah,” you say, breathless. “I know. I’m getting insane fucking deja vu or something.” 

“You’re getting it too!” Chaeyoung taps her knuckles against the receptionist’s desk, relieved. “I thought I was going crazy. But I have no idea where I’d know you from.”

“Maybe we knew each other as kids,” you suggest. 

There’s that dimple again. “Ugh. Too cliché.” 

“You got anything else?” 

Chaeyoung shrugs, throws her hands in the air, gives it all up so easily. “I don’t know, man,” she says, so genuinely you’re laughing again. “Maybe we knew each other in a past life.” 

“Oh, because that’s not cliché at all.” 

“I’ve fucked my fair share of screenwriters,” laments Chaeyoung, somehow crass and cute simultaneously, an animated series with filthy dialogue, banking on the juxtaposition like she invented it. “I’ll come up with something better.”

(She tells you this, but you’re not sure that she can. There’s nothing sweeter than fiction, or at least that’s what people say; they just haven’t seen the two of you yet.)

-

Strangely enough, you leave both the watch and the money with her, like you trust her. There’s no reason why you should - you just fucking met her - but you do. This might come back to bite you later, but not in the ways people would think. It just depends on where you’re going, really. 

“All this cash,” you say, feigning disinterest, tossing the bills back in the box. “I feel like a hooker.” 

“Shut up,” says Chaeyoung, so blunt and brash that you bust out laughing. “You are a hooker.” 

“Look who’s talking.”

“You literally don’t know me,” says Chaeyoung, but there’s a twist to her mouth, a pointed kind of irony. She scans your body like she’s cataloging landmarks, places she’s already been; your eyes, your lips, your hands. There’s no explaining that, either.

Even looking at her feels both like a possibility and a death sentence, everything you can’t have but you want anyway. The post-it note with your name on it flutters to the desk, but it doesn’t matter; there are some things so familiar neither of you will ever forget them.

“Sure,” you say, dryly, and her smile widens. “Let’s say that.” 

-

“Um,” you say on the phone, later that day, and nothing else. 

“Hello to you too,” says your ex. “Wait, let me guess-” 

“Here we go.” 

“You talked to the love of your life today?” your ex asks, smug, and she can read you front-to-back, even through the phone. You’re too caught up in everything to be even remotely surprised by it; you think of it like something anybody would be able to see, like someone would spot you and Chaeyoung together and automatically have you two pegged in an instant. 

“It’s not like that,” you try and say, even though it kind of is. 

“Right.” 

(You came back to the lobby in between shifts to pick up the gift, take it back to your bungalow. Chaeyoung was waiting for you. Hey, she said, and slid you the box. See, I didn’t swindle you. 

Oh, I knew you wouldn’t, you said, and she smiled.)

“It’s just-” You have no idea how you’re going to put this into words, but you’re going to try. “Have you ever talked to someone and it’s like - like you knew them before you met? Like everything feels so - I don’t know. So familiar. Like it’s all happened before.” 

Your ex pauses. 

“Huh,” she says, suddenly softer. “You’ve got it bad.” 

“You think?” you ask, even though you already know the answer. There’s a beat, and then-

“She’s your soulmate,” declares your ex - and that’s what breaks you, gets you to laugh out loud; she’s fucking ridiculous. “You’re on that twin flame shit. Don’t laugh, I’m serious. You’re never gonna be able to leave this alone. It’s, like, decided by the cosmos.” 

“You’re so dumb.” 

“I’m so right.” 

She isn’t, because you’re a man of logic, of cynicism, or at least you try to be - theoretically, you’re nothing if not practical. It’s what you’ve had to be forever. Daydreaming’s never gonna get someone like you anywhere good, so you don’t bother. You keep impossible things right where they belong; out of reach, all far-off concepts. You don’t think of hope, because it’s the sort of thing that devastates plans like yours. It’s all a running joke, the past-lives thing, the familiarity, the nostalgia. There’s nothing else it can be. 

“You’re not,” you insist. “I’m fine.” 

(You can’t figure out why that somehow feels like a lie.) 

-

There’s this sense of a storm warning in there, a little, predictions of a catastrophe. It’s summer, and Chaeyoung’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. There’s no point in playing for keeps. She’s not even part of the game. 

“Here’s the problem,” you tell your ex. “She’s also here to be a gold digger.” 

“Whoa,” says your ex, stunned. “She really is your twin flame.” 

“That’s not a thing,” you insist, exasperated, but maybe it doesn’t really matter. Your ex is right about something, after all: you’re never gonna be able to leave this alone. 

-

“I see you liked the watch.”

You’re in between shifts - you’re gonna have to be at the pool in an hour and a half, but that’s a problem for later - and you’re in Jihyo’s hotel room, being everything she paid for. Your shirt’s already off, but Jihyo’s in your lap, trailing her fingers up your wrist. You can’t imagine she dresses like this in her daily life, but out here she’s all miniskirts and gauzy tops, so form-fitting they might as well be painted on. She’s got her arms looped casually around your neck - her bed’s huge, and you’re ready to take full advantage of it. You’re not thinking about anything else. 

“Yeah,” you say, skimming your hands down her sides, “it was quite the gift. The cash was a little much, though, no?” 

Jihyo rolls her eyes, presses her palm to your cheek. “Okay, look,” she says. “I think we can stop pretending that you have zero ulterior motives for fucking me. I know guys like you. You’re super broke and I’m rich as fuck. I get what’s going on here.” 

You laugh out loud. “Okay,” you say, more endeared than you probably should be by her callousness, “I’m not super broke-” 

“I don’t care,” interrupts Jihyo. “The sex is fucking amazing. I’m getting everything I want out of this. We can mutually use each other, honey.” 

You lift a hand, slip it through her hair; there’s the big, gorgeous eyes, the no-nonsense demeanor, the way she smiles and it transforms her whole face - “Fine,” you say, and tip forward to kiss her jaw, uncharacteristically chaste. There’s something mildly demeaning about the way she calls you honey, something slightly patronizing; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it, and you’re pretty sure she knows it. 

Jihyo presses her thumb to the spot your lips touched, pleased. “I guess this settles it, then.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m your sugar mama for the summer.” She pauses, considering, comfortable in your lap like she has all the time in the world. “Does that sound right? I have to admit, I’ve never been one-hundred-percent on the terminology. If I were a guy it’d be a sugar daddy-” 

“Sure.” 

“-but does that make me your - well, I guess sugar mommy works, too.” 

It does work. The thing between the two of you’s simple, synchronous; this is what it means to be practical, really. You get sidetracked by the way your hand spans her toned thighs, skin all tan and smooth - everyone’s getting sun these days, including you. It looks good on her, but everything does. 

“Hm,” you say, a little belatedly. 

You stroke your fingers up her inner thigh, but Jihyo eyes you, hand back on your wrist, suddenly suspicious. “What was that?” 

“What was what?” 

“Why’d you say hm like that?” 

You flounder, caught. So, you hadn’t exactly meant to give yourself away this early. “Uh, I don’t - I mean, I didn’t say it in any particular way.” 

It’s useless; Jihyo spends all her time getting exactly what she wants out of everyone she knows, and you’re no exception. Nothing gets past her, that shrewd intuition, those eyes - she barely knows you, but somehow she still gets this like you’re the easiest person in the world to read, like you don’t have a thousand defenses at the ready. She’s too smart for you, in effect. It’s a real fucking liability. 

“Oh,” Jihyo says, a smirk finding her mouth. “You like hearing me refer to myself as mommy?” 

“Um,” you say.

“You do,” interprets Jihyo, thrilled, readjusting herself on top of you. “That’s fucking priceless.” 

That’s one way to put it, but you let it slide. Or, at least, you have to, because now Jihyo’s got her hands pressed to your bare chest, nails mapping a path to your waistband, deliberately teasing. She tilts her chin up at you, dark eyes glinting, tone right on the edge of a warning. 

“You want mommy to titfuck you?” she asks, and leans in, goading. “You want mommy to wrap her tits around your cock and make you cum?” 

“Jesus,” you say, voice hoarse. “Yes. Fuck.”

Jihyo arches an eyebrow, perfectly, sternly authoritative. “Yes, what?” 

You’re so much bigger than her, taller and more imposing, intimidating; you could crush her in an instant, push her into any position, wrap your hand around her throat and press down. She’s the one calling the shots, and you won’t - you’ll give in. 

“Yes, please, mommy,” you exhale, and Jihyo grins like the devil. 

-

(Here’s how Jihyo sees it: there’s something about having a huge man under her control, wrapped around her finger. You’re so tall and built you could snap her in two. Instead, you just get on the bed, get underneath her, get naked and start begging. Hey, Jihyo’s always loved having power, in all aspects of her life - this is just one of her favorite ways to exert it. 

“C’mon, honey.” She’s moving her tits up and down your cock, she’s got you right where she wants you - sprawled on her sheets and speechless. “I know you wanna cum on mommy’s tits, huh? You wanna cum all over mommy’s tits?” 

It’s not even like you’re fighting instincts. You, with all your charm and confidence and presence, submit to Jihyo like it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever had to do.

“Yeah,” you’re panting, the strain in your voice intoxicating, something you could bottle and get wasted on. “Yes, mommy. Please let me cum-” 

Let me, you say, and you’re already pleading for permission, composure ripping itself to pieces. 

“Fine,” says Jihyo airily - it’s all about knocking you down a peg - and slides her tits up your cock one more time. “Then cum.”

You do, but recover so fast it’s inhumane; you steal back control like it’d never left, get Jihyo on top and riding your cock, but it’s your fingerprints scorching her hips, the filth falling from your mouth - mommy gets a cock in her slutty little cunt and suddenly she’s not so high and mighty, huh? you taunt, and she’d slap you, but you’d probably like it - and it’s how you leave her breathless afterwards, unreasonably spent and satisfied, cum glazing her tits, stomach. Realistically, she’s probably not paying you nearly enough for how phenomenal the sex is, she thinks, but she’s not about to tell you that. It’s not the money; it’s her pride. She’ll let you figure that out on your own.) 

-

This is the problem - well, you’ve got a lot of those, in retrospect, but here’s the main one:

“Hey,” Chaeyoung says, sunglasses perched on her head, finding you lifeguarding out by the pool a day later. “So, you wouldn’t fucking believe who checked in yesterday-”

It comes out casually, like talking to you is something she’s been doing her entire life. Her chin’s tilted up, face drenched in sunlight, eyes glimmering. You’re fucking someone else. You’re here only for the summer. It’s all so awfully impermanent - and she’s so beautiful your breath catches at the sight of her.

You’re giving up, giving in. There’s a gravity you can’t resist. You look at her and it’s like everything in you’s craving her: your arteries, your bloodstream, nerves shorting out and shot. Impossible things: she’s all of them wrapped up in one, standing in front of you, like she already knows how this ends. 

“Tell me,” you say, and that’s how you know you’re doomed. 

- 

That’s how it really begins, if you had to pick a moment: you two start talking and there’s never a time that hits where you want to cut it off. It’s so uncannily natural, instinctual - there’s no awkward silences, no fumbling through conversations, no mind games or hidden motives. Chaeyoung picks a lounge chair next to you and has to crane her neck to look up at you, but you make her laugh and it’s like there’s no space at all. 

“This is weird,” you comment, halfway through, a little amazed. “You and me.” You’re used to being a great, strategic conversationalist; it’s one of your best tactics. This feels different and you can’t put a name to it.

“What’s weird about it?” says Chaeyoung, smiling. “That I’m in a bikini and hot and you’re not trying to fuck me?”

“No,” you say. “I’m definitely trying to fuck you eventually. Just not, like, right at this moment.” 

Chaeyoung splutters with laughter, and - oh, you two could get carried away here; you’re both barely clothed and there’s a tension between you two that shouldn’t be, a possibility, a yearning - but she says, “Let’s table that for now,” and it all stays where it is. “Hey, have you ever read-” 

It’s the second day you’ve ever spoken and you can’t get enough of each other, somehow. You’re always picking up on threads, easily sidetracked and prone to detours - you can’t just talk about one thing. She tells you about all the books she’s reading, but recaps them more like action movies - you’re telling her about crazy hook-ups you’ve had back home, age gaps and wild kinks. It could be suggestive, but instead it’s not. You’re too busy laughing. 

“It is weird,” she says suddenly, in between stories about her own various sugar daddies. “I just - there’s something about you. Like I want to tell you things I don’t usually tell people.” She rolls her neck, black hair unruly past her shoulders, down her back, curling around the tattoo covering her spine. “Which is probably stupid, right?” She grins, only half-joking. “You’re a gold digger. You’re untrustworthy by default, pretty much.”

“So are you,” you prod back. “That’s why this works, I think.” 

“Damn,” says Chaeyoung, amused, and you get it - God, it’d be so much easier if it didn’t work so well. She stretches back out on her chair, an unholy amount of tan skin left uncovered; the sunglasses on her head are vibrantly red and shaped like strawberries, oddly enough. “Fine. Just tell me if I’m boring you.” 

“You could never,” you say, almost without thinking. It’s you, you want to say. You feel it, don’t you? It could’ve been anyone, but here you are. It could’ve been anyone but you’re with me. 

Chaeyoung tucks her tongue to her cheek, eyes narrowing, picking up on your tone; she’s so familiar with you. It’s just another sign. “Careful,” she says, voice like blaring alarms. “We barely know each other. I could really end up disappointing you.” 

We barely know each other, she says, but she’s got an eyebrow raised, like there’s an inside joke between you two and the universe, some cosmic plotting and planning required to get you both in the same place. There’s nothing about this that should feel this monumental, but it does anyway. The pool’s filled with chatter; off to the side, glasses clink. The music’s soft like it’s meant just for your conversation alone, ambience tailor-made. The sky’s in on all your secrets. 

“I don’t see how that’s even possible,” you say. “My opinion of you’s already so low.” 

There’s a shocked beat, and then-

“Fuck you,” Chaeyoung gasps, but instantly she’s laughing, fully aware of how absurdly false that is. I could’ve never predicted you, you could tell her; that’s the real truth. I couldn’t have even dreamt you up. Like I didn’t know what I wanted, and then I saw your face.  

“Maybe one of these days,” you say. Innuendo’s your favorite fallback. “We’ll get there.” 

“Not if you keep being an asshole to me,” says Chaeyoung, sweetly, and now you’re the one laughing - she’s never told a more obvious lie. 

-

(“I’m joking, by the way,” you add, because you can’t help your own instincts. “My opinion of you is actually unreasonably high. That’s the weird part.” 

“You’re hard to impress,” Chaeyoung interprets, miraculously following where you’re going; she doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve given yourself away, given forth to honesty instead of carrying out the joke. There are steps you’re skipping. “That’s cute.” 

“Is it?” 

“Yes,” she says, decisively. “I’m the opposite. I’m really easy to please.” 

“I could’ve guessed that,” you say, unable to fight your grin. “I bet you have a lot of fun in our line of work, then.” 

You think you’ve got her, but then she pauses, tilts her chin up at you, says lowly, “Maybe you can see it first-hand sometime.” 

That’s something that’s got immediate fantasies in your head - Chaeyoung in your bed, Chaeyoung whining and wrecked, Chaeyoung without that bikini on - and you choke on your own spit, losing the battle immediately. It breaks her front, sends her into hysterics. She’s better than you at this, probably. 

“Shit,” she says, giggling, “you’re so easy, dude.”

“Not usually,” you say, vaguely, and the implications are obvious; her laugh softens to a smile, her eyes dial down and crease, understanding. There are things you don’t have to say out loud for her to get them. 

Not ever, you mean. Not until you.)

-

It’s the second day - or the third, since you first saw her. It’s way too fast. 

it’s not like you’re fucking her? your ex texts. what’s the issue??

You don’t know how to explain that it’s right there - that is the issue.

sex is easy, you reply. it’s simple. like it would make more sense if we WERE having sex but we’re not i don’t know what this is. like i don’t know what to call it

friendship? your ex offers. LMFAO

it’s not that, either, you say, and nothing else. i mean i barely KNOW her… it’s been two days.

the heart wants what the heart wants… your ex says, cryptically. and sometimes the universe just makes it happen :D

you and your fucking fortune cookie wisdom

omg…. you think i’m wise…….

ok. don’t talk to me

love you too <3

You know friendship - you learned it from your ex herself, weirdly enough. You know what it feels like to have someone you’d do anything for. It’s not a foreign concept. It’s just-

i literally don’t know what’s wrong with me i’m obviously used to getting close to people really fast just cause that’s my job you know but there’s like no other motive i just LIKE her or i’m drawn to her, you say, and you’re rambling, you know that. i don’t know. it’s insane. it’s way too soon

You’re like a teenager with a crush - except it all feels so weighted, so significant. You’re breaking it down in the simplest terms you know how. You don’t know another way to say I see her and I want to tell her everything; even the awful things, the skeletons, the things I’m running from. It’s too soon and it’s like her smile snaps me open. It’s too soon for all of it.

oh, you, your ex says, and you can practically hear the teasing fondness even now. i always knew you were a hopeless romantic. 

-

(twin flame, she says, later. i was onto something. 

fuck you, you respond, because it’s better than admitting she’s right.) 

-

So, you’ve met a lot of people that do the same thing you do. 

It’s straightforward, hypothetically. You need to be hot, you need to be charming, you need to keep your eye on the prize. There’s a healthy amount of manipulation in it, sometimes: if your target’s not on the same page as you, you’ve gotta drag them there. Make them think it’s love for the right price. Make them fall and be there to catch them, as long as they pay up. 

“I don’t do it like that anymore, though,” you tell Chaeyoung. “I grew a guilty conscience, or something.” 

“That’s commendable,” says Chaeyoung. She’s with you on one of your lifeguard shifts, which gives her an excuse to stroll the beach in a skimpy, colorful bikini top, denim shorts so tiny they show off her tanned legs, thighs. She’s in the sun almost constantly - it’s turned her golden, angelic. Then there’s the amount of skin showing, which presents as something like devilry, inhumane; you want to touch her and you can’t. 

“Really,” she says to you. “I mean, personally, I try not to break people’s hearts - but sometimes it’s definitely, like, oh, maybe I’ll love you if you spoil me enough. Art of the tease, I guess.” She shrugs, the sea breeze toying with her black hair. “People like that. The idea that I could be theirs if they play their cards right.” 

It’s not the first time Chaeyoung’s brought up the way she plays the game. She has this matter-of-fact way of talking about it, so different than the way she talks about anything else - Chaeyoung’s passionate by nature, you’ve discovered, dropping into tangents at the drop of a hat: there’s art, there’s music, there’s films she adores, there’s the smell of the sea or the blue of the sky, capturing her attention in seconds - but she’s so clinical, with the way she makes her money. Like it’s not even connected to her. Like she’s putting her body up for grabs and her soul is somewhere far, far away. 

 “Sure, it’s selfish,” she says, another day, “but honestly, selflessness is a luxury I can’t exactly afford right now.” 

You don’t say anything, because you know exactly what she means. 

-

You’ve met people like you: sugar babies, gold diggers, leeches, professional opportunists. You’ve seen it all, people using their looks to get what they want. You’ve been there. You’re very, very good - but Chaeyoung’s better.

You don’t realize quite how much until one day where you might be ditching your shift just to hang out with her, loitering around at the receptionist’s desk. It’s a little bit of a habit - you swear you’re only there to check for new gifts, pay her a visit, but it’s too easy to get tangled up in conversation with her - so it’s a lost cause. You’re with her and you can’t pull away. You’d probably get in trouble for it, but you’re shirtless. 

“Whoa,” says Chaeyoung, when she sees you, eyes blown comically wide. “I thought this was a classy establishment. No shoes, no shirt, no service.” 

“I am the service,” you point out, and she breaks on a laugh, delightfully easy to entertain. “Plus, I’m good for business. Half my job is just standing around looking sexy.” 

Chaeyoung cocks her head, lets her gaze rake down your body. “Fine,” she says, lips curling. “Then I’d say you’re succeeding.”

You’re here to check for new gifts, or at least that’s your excuse. You forget to even ask about them because there’s something magnetic about Chaeyoung, something polarizing about you and her; the moment you’re in her orbit you can’t just leave it, like there’d be a physical ache if you tried. It’s stupid, and you can’t explain it. You won’t even try. 

“I was supposed to go to art school,” she’s telling you, now. “Well - okay, technically I still am going to art school. I start in the fall. But I actually got accepted earlier than that; I had to take a year off so I could save up some money for it.” 

You startle a little at the mention of the fall - at the mention of a time after summer, a time where you and her won’t exist. You brush it off, quickly; you’re jumping the gun. You’ve got months. 

“Art school,” you muse, and avoid the undertone; you already knew she needed money. She wouldn’t be here otherwise. “Yeah.” 

Chaeyoung grins at you, anticipatory. “Yeah, what?” 

“No, I was just thinking-” You shake your head. “Sorry. It just suits you, that’s all. Like, I can imagine you there kind of perfectly.” It’s too sentimental, so you backtrack, let it fall to jokes: “I mean, surrounded by people who are just as pretentious as you-” 

“Shut up,” says Chaeyoung, but you can tell by the way her nose crinkles that she’s pleased. 

“-debating the meaning of life and the law of attraction or whatever-” 

“Uh, okay, you clearly have no idea what art students are like.”

“I know you,” you point out, too easily: you’re recalling long-winded rants on metaphors in cinematography, on the symbolism of color in art, on lyrical prose in dictionary-thick novels, on poetic theories of the universe. That’s Chaeyoung for you - so fascinated by the world around her, so completely in love with just existing, like she’s never had a reason not to be. It’s the simplest things, she tells you one time. That’s what makes life worth living, for me. 

Chaeyoung doesn’t even falter at the confession, just tips her head, examines you slowly. “Yeah,” she agrees, softer than you were expecting. It’s been a little more than a week. It’s crazy but she won’t deny it. “You do.”

“Excuse me.” 

The new voice effectively jolts you both out of the moment. Chaeyoung’s eyes flick to yours, meaningful - it’s the closest she’ll get to rolling them, to sighing, to saying I can’t believe I have to do my fucking job right now when all I want to do is talk to you - but she straightens in her chair, puts on a smile. You back off, angle yourself against the desk; it’s your way of making yourself decorative, a selling point. 

“Hi,” says the man standing in front of you both. He glances at you, but he settles on Chaeyoung; you’re not about to blame him for that. “I wanted to check in?” 

“Well,” says Chaeyoung, sweetly, “I guess you came to the right place then, huh?”

And, so, like you said: you’re good, but she’s better. 

The change in her is instantaneous, flipping the charisma on like a switch, like an innate skill. It’s her tone of voice, the way she talks - bubbly, bright, so ready to laugh or smile or give any reaction that’ll validate - but it’s also strangely in her body language, her facial expressions. There’s a certain way she arranges her features when she’s aiming to charm: spilling her eyes wide, flashing her dimple like it’s a party trick, the parted lips, the glimpse of teeth, the angle of her jaw. She leans forward, tilts her head on an incline, like she’s placing specific emphasis on how small she is, how easy she’d be to pin against a wall and feel up and fuck - she plays so innocent, but every part of her body screams danger, the tan and the tattoos - she knows exactly what she’s doing and she’s doing it spectacularly-

“I’m Chaeyoung,” she’s telling the guy, now, hands clasped underneath her chin. “If you need anything, I’ll be right here. Like - if you wanna ever take me up on that volleyball game, let me know.” She smiles up at the man; there’s an inside joke you’d missed while tuning them out - you should never underestimate how Chaeyoung can craft connections in seconds. “I’ll go easy on you, I promise.”

“Right,” says the man, flashing a vaguely predatory grin. He’s studying her a little intensely, like he’s thinking of balling her shirt in his fist, wrapping his hand in her hair. “Chaeyoung. Thanks so much, sweetheart. I appreciate it.” 

Chaeyoung waves him off, her laugh like bell chimes. “Hey - no need to thank me, sir. Just doing my job.”

You don’t quite realize it until then, how seeing her in action is a masterclass: cute, coquettish, inspiring dirty dreams just by opening her mouth. She’s so good at it that it’s kind of fucked up. There’s a power in knowing how pretty you are; it’s another thing entirely to know just how to wield it, how to put it in practice. 

“Sir,” you repeat once the man is out of earshot, impressed despite yourself. 

“Nice touch, right?” Chaeyoung leans back in her chair, adorably self-satisfied. “How much you wanna bet he’ll want me to call him that when I fuck him?” 

Ah, the games you play - it’d be stupid to bring money into it. You know better than to bet in cash: you’ve got other things in mind. A kiss, a touch, a possibility. You can’t want her, because everybody does. She can’t want you, because it goes both ways. 

“I’ll bet a night,” you say. 

Chaeyoung lifts an eyebrow, uncomprehending. “What?” 

“I’ll bet a night with you.” You place a hand palm-up on the counter, leveling your offers. “If he makes you call him sir while you fuck-” 

“Jesus,” says Chaeyoung, a little strangled, like the insinuation of established titles during sex means something completely different coming out of your mouth. 

“-then we stay out for a night and you take me anywhere on the island.”

There’s an insinuation, here, and for once it’s something past sexual: you don’t have nights together. You spend most of yours in Jihyo’s bed and Chaeyoung spends hers hopping between whoever’s paying the right price - you’re indentured to the highest bidders. It’s just the way things are. 

(Give it up for me, for once - that’s what you’re really asking. We already both have a million things to lose - give yourself one more.)

It’s not even really a question, in the end. Chaeyoung watches you, lashes fluttering, no longer putting on a performance but somehow just as mesmerizing, surreal, stunning. The magnetism’s always been mutual. She’s never really going to say no to you. 

“Fine,” she says, like she knows what she’s getting into - like she’s counting on it. “I’ll take that bet. What do I get if I win?” 

“I’ll be your doubles partner in volleyball.” 

Chaeyoung gasps, jaw dropping, so earnestly excited by the prospect that you can’t help but laugh, endeared. It’s cute, how easy she is to please - well, at least it’s always been easy for you. “Really?” 

“Really.” She’s been begging you to go out to the beach with her for days. It’s only fair. You were always going to give in, anyway. Even if you win, you’re probably still going to.

“Deal,” says Chaeyoung, grinning wildly. “You’re on.” 

It’s a bad idea, probably, but they all are. You’ve never been a betting man but you’re starting now. The hands of fate have already gotten their grip on you, on her - there’s the moment you first locked eyes, there’s the world shattering at your feet - so you’ll leave it up to them, now. They took you this far. 

You shake on it, Chaeyoung’s hand in yours, a risk the second you’re touching her. Fate, that’ll do it; it’s so much easier when there’s someone else to blame. 

-

“I’m aiming to fuck him anyway,” Chaeyoung reasons, a little later, tapping her vibrantly lacquered nails to the desk. “The bet’s just on the sir part of it. The sex is already happening - or, most likely,” she adds, an afterthought, a far-off scenario. “I mean, there’s always a chance he’ll turn me down.” 

“He won’t,” you say. “He’s a man. You’re the hottest woman alive. Wanting to fuck you senseless is practically instinct.”

It’s crass, it’s forward, it’s an admission of guilt; it’s the first time you’ve said something about you fucking her that hasn’t landed as half a joke, too dark and deliberate. You pause, wholly incriminating, and you wait for it. 

It’s a direct hit. Chaeyoung freezes, stares, genuinely speechless, like she doesn’t get men throwing themselves at her feet on the daily - like she doesn’t get married guys offering to leave their wives for her, like she doesn’t get billionaires offering to pay her college tuition, like she’s not the most gorgeous girl to ever walk the earth - and says, finally, somewhat breathless, “God, don’t talk to me like that.”

(She’s speechless, you know, because it’s different with you, when you say things like this and mean them.)

“Like what?” 

Like you want me - that’s what she’ll never say. Like you’d die to fuck me. Like you have a bed with my name on it. Like you know I want you too. 

“You know what,” Chaeyoung murmurs, instead, and you do. She doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to understand.. 

-

(“Also,” she says, “that’s hilarious. The idea that men are biologically programmed to want to have sex with women - like, okay, forget the spectrum of sexuality, or whatever-” 

“I’m not forgetting anything,” you say, entertained. “Believe me, I know all about the spectrum of sexuality. I’m an equal opportunity gold digger.”

You’re not sure what kind of reaction you’re expecting, but then-

“I probably could’ve predicted that,” admits Chaeyoung, considering. “I mean, we’ve already figured out that you’re just like me.”)

-

You’ll get to the bet, eventually, but in the meantime-

“How many people are you fucking on this island besides me?” Jihyo asks you, one night, as you’re perched on the edge of her bed, getting re-dressed. “If you can’t keep count, just give me, like, a ballpark estimate.” 

You burst out laughing. She’s a bitch, but only at the funniest moments. It’s strangely adorable. “Jesus Christ.” 

“You can tell me,” Jihyo says candidly, running a hand through her hair. “I won’t be mad or anything.” 

“You’re cute,” you say, and lean over to drop a kiss on top of her head; Jihyo scoffs but allows it, too spent from the orgasms. Her chest is littered with hickeys - you can’t keep your mouth off her and you won’t pretend you want to. “I’m only fucking you. Contrary to popular belief, I like to focus on one person at a time.” 

“One person at a time to exploit,” says Jihyo, haughtily. “For money.” 

She’s not fooling anyone. “Baby, we don’t have to fuck if this isn’t working for you.” 

“Ugh,” groans Jihyo, slumping backwards, looking like she’d rather launch one of her pillows at you. You follow down her gorgeous face to the line of her neck, her collarbone, the tops of her tits purpled with bruises, nipples that you’ve found are insanely sensitive-

“My eyes are up here,” says Jihyo, but there’s a sudden grin in her voice; she’s kind of in love with how obsessed you are with her tits. 

“What eyes?” 

“Perv,” she snipes, rolling over on her side. You stand, admiring the view; there’s no way any of her shirts will be able to cover up those hickeys. She looks a little like she’s been mauled. “Hey, if I’m the only person you’re sleeping with, what the hell have you been doing with all your time?” 

“Working. Doing my job. Obviously.” 

She gives you a droll look. “Uh-huh.”

She’s got a point; you’re kind of fucking terrible at your job. Hey, at least no one’s drowned on your watch yet. 

“I’m being social,” you say. “I made some friends. Well, one friend.” 

You don’t even say Chaeyoung’s name, but it’s like the mention of her puts her ghost in the room, puts weight on your tongue; Jihyo tilts her head, assessing you, strands of short black hair cutting through her cheekbones, eyes with a gleam. She’s too aware of the details, the giveaways. Chaeyoung’s on your mind and somehow it changes things. 

“Oh,” Jihyo says, meaningfully, smile forming slow. “A friend.” 

“That’s what I said,” you reply, not giving in. “Okay, bye.”

You hear Jihyo’s laughter ring out behind you, but you don’t look back. There are some things you aren’t even admitting to yourself, yet - you’re not about to let her figure them out first. 

-

“Look,” says Chaeyoung, just as you’ve hit two weeks. “I’m just saying, you’re fucking Park Jihyo. If you’re not a tit man, I don’t know what you are.”

“Um, excuse you. I like a lot of different things. I’m multifaceted and shit.” 

You’re blowing off one of your shifts again, but it’s worth it - it’s paradise, and you’re making the most of it. You’re existing on borrowed time, but at least you’re existing at all. 

“Plus,” you add. You’re leaning on the counter, noticeably less clothed than everyone around you; Chaeyoung’s remarkably casual today, matching you perfectly. Despite how high-class the resort purports to be, she’s dressing like she’s the one on vacation and somehow getting away with it. “I’d be fucked financially if I only got involved with women that fit one specific type.” 

Chaeyoung’s currently got a tiny, lined notepad out in front of her, the top of it embossed with the resort’s logo. She says, “Okay, but if you had to pick a type.” 

There’s something a little wild about her, a little unruly: her black hair falls down her back in wind-mussed waves, her shirt askew, slipping down one shoulder to expose her collarbone, her nails each painted a different vibrant color, polish chipping at the edges. Her denim shorts are unbuttoned, rolled down carelessly at the waistband, exposing patterned blue bikini bottoms. Her tongue settles at the corner of her mouth, and she’s humming between sentences - there’s a pencil in her hand, tattooed fingers drawing lines, curves, thoughtful and deliberate. Stop, wait, any filmmaker would say, if they could see her now: there, that’s the shot. 

“I’m looking at it,” you say, grinning. 

Chaeyoung glances up, catches your smile just to mirror it, immediately, an instinct she can’t fight off. “Boo,” she says, like she’s heckling you, and pretends to chuck her pencil in your direction. “Lame. So lame.” 

“I’m serious.” 

“I know,” sighs Chaeyoung, like that makes it ten times worse. “You’re not subtle, dude. You - I mean, you look at me like I was made for you.” 

It’s two weeks in; time grinds to a halt. You stop short, startled. Chaeyoung hesitates, momentarily struck by her own words. You’re always doing this, always dropping the ball, always drawing lines just to cross them; you’re shifting tones, lanes. She says sentences like they’re not revelations, like they’re not the end of the world. It’s two weeks in, and you’re both saying insane, outrageous things - wondering why they slip so easily into conversation, why it’s like they’re making themselves at home. 

“Well,” you start, too soft to serve as a joke. “Sometimes - sometimes, it’s like-” 

“I know,” says Chaeyoung, again, hands stilling on her page. “Don’t say it. We’ve known each other for, like, five seconds, you lunatic.” 

She says it because it’s what’s expected; it’s all too quick, too soon, too sudden. It’s all feelings that shouldn’t be there here or now or ever. It’s all wrong - but Chaeyoung’s lips tilt ruefully, understanding. She can never keep things from you, or at least that’s what you’re learning. Like it’d be going against something preprogrammed into her code.

“But,” she concedes, quietly, “yeah. It’s like that for me, too.”

-

(It might make us both crazy, she’s saying, but sometimes I feel like you were made for me.)

-

“Actually,” says Chaeyoung. “While we’re on the subject of of types.” 

“I’m yours. I’m already aware, Chaeyoung.” 

“You’re mine,” agrees Chaeyoung, raising her brows wryly, and there it is again: every statement loaded, a weapon to aim and fire. “Shut up. So - okay, I know we made that bet about me fucking that one guy, and I will-” 

“I’m counting on it.” 

“-but there’s also this girl I was planning to get with this summer.” 

It’s a short story, this girl she’s got her eye on. She’s an heiress, Chaeyoung says. She’s gorgeous, she’s sexy, she’s generous - and she spent all of last summer attached to some world-famous pop star that Chaeyoung won’t name, lest she break the half a dozen NDAs she’s locked into-

“But she’s late,” groans Chaeyoung. “I’m starting to think she’s not even gonna show up.” 

“Wait,” you say. “Can we circle back to the pop star?” 

“No.” 

“Just give me a hint on who it is.” 

“Uh.” Chaeyoung’s forehead puckers thoughtfully; she’s never really going to put up much of a fight against you. It’s become obvious that you both want the same things, really. “She’s hot?” 

“Chaeyoung, you think every famous rich girl you meet is hot.”

Chaeyoung scrunches her nose happily, dimple taking precedence; it’s you, you realize, the way you talk to her so easily, like you’ve already gotten her all figured out. Like you have some right to know her, to treat her like this: like you’ve known her forever. 

“Well,” she begins, like she’s considering it, “you’re not completely wrong. The thing about my heiress is - oh, shit.”

There’s some sort of commotion going on behind you; you can hear it, the all-too-polite, mildly smarmy, gossipy murmurs that you’ve come to recognize as characteristic of the guests here. They’re used to it, probably; drama, intrigue. It’s probably not cool to be anything but detachedly blasé, so they aren’t. Chaeyoung’s the opposite; you pause, distracted by how her irises sparkle, lips parting prettily - but she’s zeroing in on something just over your shoulder. You finally give in, turn, and there’s-

“Huh,” says Chaeyoung, a satisfied smile in her voice. “Speak of the devil.” 

Standing there in the middle of the lobby is a girl so outrageously beautiful that it’s like time stops around her - like everyone in the room freezes, like there’s a spotlight with her name on it, like there’s a spell she’s cast just by walking into the room. She’s lithe and lean, dark-haired, infuriatingly attractive: the kind of beauty that makes people want her dead, the kind of smile that makes it impossible for anyone to do anything less than adore her. Her shirt’s black and cropped, her jeans skintight and dark - she’s beaming, giggling, waving off the doorman like they’re old friends. The whole lobby’s half in love with her from her eyes alone, dark and long-lashed and endearingly earnest, like she’s never had a bad intention in her life. She’s got monogrammed Louis Vuitton luggage, a fluffy blue Prada bag hanging off her arm. She’s slipping right into the center of attention as if it’s a space carved out just for her. She’s captivating, she’s everything, she’s like a five-five supermodel, made to be put in print and looked at - she’s probably the most stunning thing anyone in this room’s ever seen. 

You laugh out loud, because, well - if there’s anything your ex-girlfriend knows best, it’s how to make a fucking entrance. 

It’s the sound of your laughter that does it, or it must be. The girl in the center of the room swivels immediately, and her eyes land on you, jaw falling open, always one for the theatrics. Oh, you’ll indulge her. It’s just the way the two of you work. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” you call, and Minatozaki Sana drops everything just to run right into your arms. 

-

“Oh my god, it’s a fucking miracle.”  

“Sana.” 

“I haven’t seen you in, like, years. I thought I was going to die.” 

“It’s been less than a month,” you inform Chaeyoung behind the counter, which is mildly hard to do given that you have a habit of lifting Sana up when you hug her, and she also currently refuses to detach herself from you. “She has separation anxiety when she’s not with me.” 

“Please,” retorts Sana, but brightly good-natured, pulling back just to cup your face in her hands. She’s being so over-the-top she’s drawing eyes, her smile megawatt, blinding. “You can’t survive without me either, babe. Codependence is a two-way street.” 

You drop a kiss to Sana’s forehead, laugh as she beams brighter, satiated. “It’s true,” you relent to Chaeyoung, as Sana slips from your arms just to rest her head against your shoulder. “I’m in this bullshit for life, probably.”

Chaeyoung doesn’t say anything, instead watching the both of you, head at an angle and eyes narrowed.

Well, you can already tell where she’s probably at. It’s what any sane person would think seeing you and your ex-girlfriend attached at the hip, intertwined, somewhat addicted to being around each other - it should probably be time to call it there. Name whatever’s going on between you and Chaeyoung dead on arrival, mark the time and wait for the rigor mortis to set in: it’ll be over before it begins. There’s no use in getting involved with a guy who spends all his free time with his ex-girlfriend, especially when that ex-girlfriend is-

“Miss Minatozaki?” 

“Oh, fuck, my luggage,” realizes Sana, and then rushes to meet the bellboy halfway, where he’s already wheeling them towards her. She’s a whirlwind of expensive perfume, perfectly styled hair - there’s never a thread out of place, never an imperfection, even as she waves her hands bashfully. “Sorry, sorry!” 

“This is an interesting development,” pegs Chaeyoung, once Sana’s out of earshot, tone an enigma, unusually unreadable. 

“Jealous?” 

“Never,” says Chaeyoung, slyly, like she knows something you don’t. “Just… reevaluating.” 

You shoot her a look - oh, the company you keep and their flair for the dramatics - but Chaeyoung sees your skeptical expression and cracks into a grin, unable to be cryptic for long. There’s something so cute about it, so simple and significant: how she can fake anything for anyone except for you.

“Sana,” greets Chaeyoung, suddenly, propping a palm under her jaw, smile sweet and intact. “Great to have you back this summer.” 

“Chaeyoung!” squeals Sana on her return, like this might’ve been the first time she’d noticed her; you wouldn’t be surprised. That’s the thing about Sana, heedlessly flighty, easily sidetracked. “I missed your face. God, I haven’t seen you in forever.” 

Sana’s leaning across the desk in greeting, the collar of her cropped black top gaping open, a few too many buttons popped and her hand suddenly slipped in yours, fingers adorned with expensive silver rings. Chaeyoung, to her credit, seems slightly more preoccupied by Sana’s grip on your hand than the way Sana’s shirt reveals her chest. She’s probably the only one.

“I know,” says Chaeyoung, lips twitching in that way they do when she’s fighting off a laugh. It’s Minatozaki Sana - it’s impossible to not be enchanted by her. “I was starting to think you’d abandoned us.” 

“Ugh. No.” Sana flaps her free hand in the air, like the thought’s ridiculous. You tug her back close to your side, dropping her hand just to absentmindedly fix one of the buttons on her shirt up. “Are you kidding? No other resort has such sexy employees.” 

You pause, letting her shirt fall; Chaeyoung barrels on smoothly, flicking a painted nail between the two of you. Despite it all - the messy waves of her hair, the too-casual outfit, the chipping polish, the colorful tattoos scattered across her arms - there’s a sudden sophistication to her, a pointed, practiced charisma, sanding out all her edges. 

“So,” Chaeyoung says. “How do you two know each other?” 

You almost say her name, call her on it. Logically, there’s no reason for Chaeyoung to be performing like she is right now, in front of you, and it’s just Sana-

“We’ve been best friends since birth, or whatever,” says Sana cheerfully, wiggling her fingers like it’s nothing. “And we used to date. But we broke up a while back. Mutual thing. All good.” 

One of Chaeyoung’s eyebrows inches upwards. She’s looking at you, trying to figure out your strategy - Sana’s practically hotelier heiress royalty, her dad the owner of a long string of luxury establishments; everyone here knows her money and her name. She’s a payout personified, or she would be. “Right,” she says, slowly, like she’s attempting to discern whether your friendship with Sana is just an obscenely long con or not. “That’s-” 

“Chill,” you say, amused, beating her to the punch. “I’m not fucking Sana for money - or at all. She’s seriously my best friend. And she already knows I’m a gold digger.”

“I didn’t say anything,” says Chaeyoung, pulling out her large, patently innocent eyes, like some obnoxiously adorable cartoon animal; a flutter of her lashes and she could talk her way into anyone’s bed, or heart, or bank account. “I would never insinuate that you’d sleep with someone for money. That’s, like, really inappropriate.” 

“Sure.” You’ve become too familiar with that particular trick to fall for it at this point. “And now you’re doing the eyes-”

“My eyes literally just look like this,” says Chaeyoung, lying, breaking character. She can’t hold up the performance for long. Half as sweet and three times as gorgeous, mischievous; this is a genuineness she seems to save just for you. 

“Not to mention you call me a hooker constantly-” 

“Okay, well, you behave like a hooker constantly.” 

“Says you?” you point out, and Chaeyoung huffs, tosses her hair over a shoulder, opens her mouth to fire back-

“Whoa,” says Sana, gleeful, tapping her finger to the receptionist’s desk like she’s tallying points. “What’s this?”

You and Chaeyoung exchange a glance - ah, it’s always something. The corner of Chaeyoung’s full mouth pulls up, revealing her dimple. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Chaeyoung, playing coy like she’s getting paid for it, slipping right back into the charm. “We’re just…” 

“Having friendly workplace camaraderie,” you pick up, shooting her a grin. Chaeyoung rolls her eyes, turns her head so you don’t notice her hiding a laugh; you see it anyway, hear it in your head like she’d let it loose. 

“Oh my god.” Sana nudges your elbow, jaw dropping. Chaeyoung looks away, and Sana zeroes in on you, dark eyes wide with the realization - she tugs at your hand and mouths love of your life. “So this is-”

(Love of your life, like it’s the most obvious thing. It’s true, then: it’s there, and everyone can see it. It’s you and Chaeyoung and both of you are blowing your own covers just by being around each other. It’s been two weeks, barely. There are some things that are impossible to quantify.)

“Alright, that’s enough.” You cut Sana off, poke her in her ribs. Sana immediately squeals with laughter, ticklish; she bats wildly at you with her hands and in the process attracts at least twenty prying eyes. “Don’t you have a room to check into or something?”

“This is amazing,” declares Sana, looking from you to Chaeyoung in the least subtle way possible. “I obviously got here at the perfect time.” 

“I’ll say,” cuts in Chaeyoung, timbre back to airy, dripping with that light musicality you’ve come to recognize as her first giveaway. There’s a switch flipped, somewhere: eyes wider, lips poutier, dimple deepening warmly. “This place has been a snoozefest without you, Sana.”

You watch Chaeyoung closely, mark the moves she’s made - there’s something here you’re not seeing. Sana giggles; she’s quick to laugh, quicker to flirt, always receptive to some effort.

“Oh, no,” she says, demurely, “it seems like you two have been getting along just fine all by yourselves.” 

It’s a line unexpected enough to throw Chaeyoung off her game. Her shoulders rise, perturbed, and she looks at you immediately, like there’s a pull she can’t fight - someone mentions the connection between you and it’s like you can’t do anything but prove it, her eyes locked on yours. Well, you’re both caught and badly. There are a million things neither of you will admit out loud, but you don’t really need to - it seems like everyone can tell, anyway. 

“I guess we have,” Chaeyoung says, softly. 

(Turns out there’s no need to call a time of death, after all. You and Chaeyoung are always breaking some rule, somehow - the status quo’s just first in line.) 

-

“Wait,” you say, after Sana’s gone - it’s not for long, but it’s a moment - and everything clicks so much later than it should have. “Did you say speak of the devil, earlier?” 

Chaeyoung’s got those eyes on again, deliberately, politely customer-service clueless. “Sorry?” 

“She’s your heiress.” You laugh out loud, getting it all at once: the demeanor, the tone, the act. “You’re trying to fuck Sana.” 

There it is: the interesting development. She came here to snag Sana and somehow she got you instead, off of some far-off twist, some butterfly effect. Somewhere, you swear you hear fate laughing at you - oh, she’s saying, you thought you could beat me. 

“Yeah,” says Chaeyoung, pointedly, “before I knew that she was your ex.” 

“My best friend,” you say, not quite a correction but an amendment nonetheless - it’s always what’s been more important. “Don’t worry, you’re not breaking bro code or whatever if you go after her.” You grin at her, dryly glib. “Business is business, right?” 

“Ew.” Chaeyoung flicks your arm. “But, yeah. Thanks.” 

There’s a pause here, yet another thing left unsaid. It’s not about Sana and you both know it. It’s about you and Chaeyoung, about that pull, about gravity - about the feeling you can’t shake, the one that indicates the two of you are hurtling towards something inevitable, an eclipse, an astronomical phenomenon. Something that’ll consume you both, in the end. 

You pass over it; you have all summer to get there. “But that means I know all about the pop star from last year, by the way,” you say - Sana isn’t shy about anything, but especially not all her high-profile hook-ups. “Im Nayeon, right?” 

“Yes!” Chaeyoung smacks the desk with her fist, taking the out, eyes lighting up. “It was wild. I swear I caught them seconds from fucking, like, fifty different times. But I don’t think Nayeon’s coming back this summer, so - God’s on my side, I guess. No competition.” 

“Yeah, I didn’t think she’d come. Nayeon has a boyfriend now.” 

“What?” 

There’s something genuinely fun about gossiping with Chaeyoung; she always gets so wholeheartedly invested in it all, expressive and animated in the best way, the exact opposite of all the bored, disinterested guests roaming the island, too cool to get so caught up. Chaeyoung’s never had any of those reservations - she’s nosy, she’s chatty, she loves drama. It’s cuter than it should be. 

“No,” Chaeyoung gasps, fully impassioned. “No way! But she’s - people would know, wouldn’t they? I haven’t heard anything about it. Is she even allowed to date?” 

“It’s this big secret: he’s some random no-name guy from her hometown. High school sweethearts, or something.”

“Wow.” Chaeyoung presses a palm to her chest, apparently overcome, eyes dreamily wide. Somehow, with you, she always ends up with her emotions on her sleeve. “That’s so romantic.” 

There’s a sudden, familiar rush of affection; there’s no reason a girl like her should be so invested in love, and yet she is anyway. God, you think of saying, crazily, I hope you never change. 

“That’s new,” you tell her, instead. “A gold digger who believes in romance, huh?” 

“I love love,” Chaeyoung says, shrugging unabashedly, open and without defense. In front of her, pencil sketches stretch out across her notepad, anatomy whittled down to something whimsical - hearts and hands, ribs sharp enough to count, the human form turned to a fine art. “It’s just really impractical for me right now. That doesn’t mean I don’t believe in it.”

You’ve never really had anything to believe in - no religion or higher power, no hopes, no false deities - but now you’re here, with her, and somehow, things are different. You smile to yourself, and that’s all there is to it. 

(There’s something to be said about faith, here, but neither of you ever find the words.)

-

“Hey,” Sana says, a day or two later, when you catch her out by the pool. “Why is the love of your life trying to fuck me for money?” 

So, Chaeyoung moves fast; you can’t exactly say you’re surprised. “Uh, please don’t call her that.” 

Sana turns in her chair, looking at you over her Prada sunglasses, brown eyes wide. “What else should I call her?” she asks, crooking an eyebrow. 

It’s rhetorical. There’s not an answer you could give that wouldn’t give you away.

“Well,” you say. “Do you want to fuck her?” 

“Yes,” says Sana, immediately. “Obviously. She’s so hot. But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.” 

“It’s not like she and I can even do anything,” you say, but even as it comes out of your mouth you don’t mean it. “Or it’s not like we should.” There’s jokes, and then there’s craving; there’s no money in it and so it shouldn’t happen, but somehow, you already know it’s going to. You’ll go for denial first. “And it’s not like she and I are - I mean - we’re friends, Sana.” 

Sana tilts her head, dark hair falling smoothly over a shoulder. “That’s not what you texted me.” 

You throw her hands up, lost. There’s no way to explain it - no way to say I see her and it’s like no one else exists. “I don’t know,” you say. She’s right - you’re not just friends. It’s not up for debate. You get within feet of Chaeyoung and she can’t stop touching you and you can’t stop looking at her and you’re woefully trapped in each other’s space, supernovas tugging and ruthlessly, black holes threatening to ruin everything you’ve worked for. There’s a galaxy in her eyes; she smiles and it suspends the world. 

Sana watches you, waiting. She’s always known you too well.

“She can’t fuck me for money,” you point out, eventually, and that’s the problem in itself. There’s no bite to it, no bitterness. It’s just the truth. 

-

It’s two weeks in. You’ll play your parts. It hasn’t nearly been long enough for you to give in so easy.

-

(Here’s how Sana sees it - you and Chaeyoung are both fucking blind. 

Don’t you know how rare it is? she wants to say. Don’t you see how amazing it is that you two are even in the same place at all? It takes forever to meet someone and just know. You know. Why are you wasting that? 

But she’s known you long enough to know she can’t push you into anything. Plus - she’s not as selfless as she tries to be. She sees Chaeyoung and her tattoos and her eyes and her pointed seduction; she sees a pretty girl and she needs her hands on her. She’s used to getting what she wants and you gave her a go-ahead. Well, we can’t all be perfect people. 

“Alright,” she says, cheerfully, settling her sunglasses atop her head. “Then it’s settled.” 

“Have fun,” you tell her. It’s odd, but you don’t seem jealous, or bothered. Maybe you know, she thinks. Maybe you can read the way Chaeyoung looks at you, too: like nothing else has ever mattered. Sex is inconsequential, to people like you. It won’t change a thing. 

“Yeah,” she says, smiling, standing. Oh, she’ll have her fun, alright. “I will.” 

Also - and this is her real point - she sees what happens when you and Chaeyoung get into the same room. Really, she figures, it’s only a matter of time.)

-

“Hey,” you point out before she goes; there’s one last thing she hadn’t mentioned. “I thought you were trying to fuck Park Jihyo. Like, steal her from me and shit. How are you gonna do that if you’re with Chaeyoung?” 

It barely takes a second to get an answer. “I can multitask,” says Sana, serenely, and - yep, you can’t say you were expecting anything less.

-

“Oh, Jesus fuck.” 

“Thanks,” says Chaeyoung, the next time you see her; you’re grabbing breakfast at one of the cafés offshooting from the resort, for once actually utilizing your breaks and not just ditching your shifts. She grins like it’s a compliment she’s taking. “I think so too.” 

“Shut up.” You slide in the chair across from her. “Man. I forgot how much Sana likes to bite.” 

Chaeyoung’s got her hair tied down in two braids, tiny colorful clips wound through them - her shirt’s low-cut, making a point. There’s been at least some effort to cover the hickeys scattering her neck and chest, but she’s not hiding much of anything, regardless. 

“Yep,” says Chaeyoung, cheerily, and nothing else. She passes you an iced coffee; she’s gotten in the habit of ordering for you. “Here.” 

“Thanks.”

You’d think it’d be more awkward - she’s fucking your ex-girlfriend, and you’re both dancing around whatever nameless, consuming thing you’ve both got going on with each other - but it’s not, somehow. Sex isn’t a taboo topic; you’ve recapped hook-ups like they’re nothing, every gory detail and then some. It’s not this emotionally charged thing, for the two of you. At worst it’s your job and at best it’s just fun. 

It’s nothing new; you fall back into your rhythm. She’s got her tiny sketchbook and her huge, clunky headphones slung around her neck. “Oh, by the way,” she says, suddenly. “He did want me to call him sir.” 

It’s apropos of nothing, but you still get it - that’s the thing about you and Chaeyoung, constantly on identical wavelengths. It’s just another sign. “What? How do you even have time to fuck all these people?”

“I’m efficient,” she says, comically straight-faced. “Anyway, you won the bet, so…” 

Chaeyoung trails off. The implication’s in the air, unsubtle. A night with her - that’s the agreement. 

“I did,” you say, considering. 

Chaeyoung puts her pencil down, fixes her eyes on you. “Is this gonna be a sex thing?” 

“Please get your mind out of the gutter,” you say, and she cracks up. “And - of course not. I thought I made it clear by now that the last thing I want to do is have sex with you. Like, I have standards.” 

It’s such a lie that Chaeyoung swallows her laughter - she walks in the room and you can’t peel your eyes off of her, you want her and it’s the farthest thing from a secret; you’d worship her if she’d give you the chance. “Right,” she says, settling her tongue at her teeth, droll and disbelieving. “No, no, I get it. I’m not even on your radar.”

“Exactly,” you say. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you have zero sex appeal, Chaeyoung.” 

Oh, that’s a joke taken too far - now it’s more on the edge of a challenge. Chaeyoung’s eyebrows lift, fingers pausing, head stopped at an angle; it’s like you see the moment she’s decided to make you eat your words, kick them back through your teeth. There’s the bruises on her neck, the full lips and the dimple, the collarbone and the tattoos - she drips desire, she takes a breath and you’re thinking of fucking her. She’s irresistible, and you’re full of shit. You stare and realize she’s about to prove it.

“Huh,” Chaeyoung says, cryptically, dark irises glittering, grin curling wicked. “We’ll see about that.” 

-

(“I’ll play volleyball with you,” you offer, like that’ll absolve you of whatever she’s planning. “Even though you lost the bet.” 

Chaeyoung stands and she’s in a denim miniskirt, top cutting off high at her midriff, legs lean and toned. She looks at you and she’s almost unbearably beautiful, every single sin and their synonyms. She smiles and it’s like something from a myth, or a memory. There’s no way to explain it but there never is. 

“I know,” she says. “You were going to do whatever I wanted either way.”)

-

You’re just daring her to torture you, really. You’re always a breath away from losing control. A taunt’s never just a taunt, a joke’s never a joke: you know what I want, her eyes say, even when her mouth won’t; I want what’s right in front of me. 

“Hey,” Chaeyoung says, breezily, as you meet her during one of her later shifts. She’s still in her miniskirt, but she’s worked her hair out of her braids; it falls over her shoulders in waves, disheveled like something you could wrap your fist in and tug. Well, you’ve already lost. “About what you said earlier.” 

“Don’t,” you warn. 

She smiles, the glint of her teeth only slightly feral. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Whatever you’re about to do is a bad idea.” 

“Isn’t it always?” she asks, and she’s right - it’s all been the worst idea in the world, since the day you saw her and lost your breath, since the day she leaned across the counter and touched your wrist like your veins had her name on it, possessive. Maybe this is something you lost a long time ago. “I just thought you might wanna hear some more details about my night with that guy.” 

“Chaeyoung.” 

Her name on your tongue - in the right context you think it could kill her. Her eyes twinkle, her mouth seems like it could grow fangs, break skin and suck; in this one, it just spurs her on. 

It’s late; the lobby’s got people, but barely. You’re not under scrutiny but one wrong move and you could be. Chaeyoung says, “It shouldn’t be an issue, since you’re not attracted to me or anything.” 

She’s got the devil in her voice, words dripping poison. There’s this thing people say, about craving, about temptation: wanting something you can’t have only makes you want them more. She’s already got bruises on her neck. It’s so easy to imagine biting down. 

“Come on,” she purrs, leaning closer. You’re just drawn to her - call it planets, call it predestination. “Let me tell you. I know you want to know.” 

It’s been a little more than two weeks. There’s always a breaking point. The sun’ll leak your secrets, but it’s the evening and it’s not spying on you anymore; there’s the moonlight instead, and it’s got nothing on her. Sex and emotions are two separate things, you’ve thought. It hasn’t been nearly long enough for you to give in. 

“Well,” you say, and you give in. “It’s not like I can stop you.” 

-

(“Lots of guys have this thing with me,” she says. “Because I’m, like, five-three and pretty tiny compared to most people. It turns them on to use me, I guess.” Her smirk’s like knifepoint; her eyes are so wide, unassuming. “Throw me around, mark me up.” She drops her tone. “Do whatever they want with me and my body.”

“You’re sick,” you say, hand to your temple. She’s gonna be the death of you. 

“So this particular guy.” It’s almost conversational, the way she says it. “He wanted me to call him sir - yeah, that was a given. It’s the age gap. Lots of people get off on that. Like they think because I’m so young that I’m just this innocent little girl who doesn’t know the first thing about getting fucked, I guess. Like the second they get their dick in me they’ll be corrupting me.” 

She laughs, but her eyes don’t change, trained on you like she’s tracking your movements. You can’t look away. You’ve traded war stories from the field - like you said, sex isn’t taboo, for you two - but she’s never shared them like this. 

“He’s got me in his hotel room,” Chaeyoung says, slowly. Her hair unfurls over her thin shoulders, brushes the countertop; her eyes are half-lidded, lazy. “And he can’t stop touching me. He’s like, baby, you’re so small - which is basically code for I want to fucking break you. Like if he gets his cock in my cunt he’ll split me open.” She shrugs. “Maybe it’s demeaning, sure, but he was hot and I was wet.” She pauses, then says, deliberately, “It’s not like anyone else was gonna take care of me.” 

The room’s closing in - there’s gotta be water pouring down the walls, there’s gotta be the threat of drowning, suffocating, losing air. There’s no one else: you and Chaeyoung in the open ocean. Your mouth’s a desert. You’re not even touching. 

It’s not like anyone else was gonna take care of me, she says. It’s not like you were there. 

Because-

It’s the kind of insinuations that dig their claws into your mind and don’t come out, crafting fantasies - and it’s the point. You’re staring at her and thinking about all the positions you could push her into. You’re thinking about rounding the counter and bending her over, your hands on her ass, getting her skirt up, getting her panties down - fuck it all, fuck everyone who sees, fuck the plan, the money, all logic - you’d get your hand in her hair, there’s no way you’d be gentle - you’d get her dripping wet and wanting, panting, all her ego and seduction on the floor, useless now that you’ve got her in your grip-

“He doesn’t even want foreplay.” She’s got her elbows on the desk, top slipping low. “He says, fuck, I can’t believe you just walk around looking like that. How does anyone you meet do anything but think about fucking you?” 

Chaeyoung, you’d say, her name as a weapon. Tell me what you want. 

“He says,” Chaeyoung murmurs, “if I were that lifeguard friend of yours, I’d have fucked your needy little cunt a long, long time ago.” 

“Stop.” Your voice is shot. “He did not say that.”

She doesn’t stop. “He says, it’s so clear you want to fuck him, sweetheart. It’s so obvious he’s all you want.” She knows she’s stripping you bare - peeling back your skin, layer by layer; she knows it’s something more violent than taking off clothes, consuming and catastrophic. “It’s so obvious that you dream about him fucking you nightly. He says, I know that when I fuck you right now, all you’ll be thinking about is him.” 

“Chaeyoung.” 

Tell me what you want, you’d say, but it’s no use: you already know.

“And I say, well, sir, that’s actually the problem. He is all I want. Every since I first saw him, every time I fuck someone else, I only think about his cock, his hands, his mouth, moaning his name. I think about him cumming inside me. I think about him being the one who breaks me.”

You’re too close to the edge. There are tsunami warnings; there are tides coming in that won’t stop. You’re staring at her lips, her tits, her hands, hips - you’re thinking about dismantling, about crumbling, about the sea and how it devours everything, in the end. 

“But he won’t.” Chaeyoung’s eyes, the full moon lighting your way: every rule, every treacherous desire. “He won’t even lay a finger on me.” 

You’re stranded, together. Someone made this island just for you two, you think. Someone must’ve known. Someone must’ve seen the summer and you and her and said ha, let’s throw them together, come on - let’s watch them both ruin their own lives. 

“And then…” It’s barely a breath, barely a whisper. “He says, oh, baby, it’s okay. If he won’t breed your fucking cunt, I will.” 

Someone must’ve drafted a script just like this, put it all in motion. They’re perfect for each other, the foreword reads, they’re twin flames, they’re something. They’re not even ready for it. They won’t even know. They have no idea that they’ve never known what it is to crave something until they find each other. 

Chaeyoung hasn’t even touched you, not once, and she’s fucking destroyed you. 

“And then he did,” she says, and her mouth curls, and her irises burn, and she’s finally, truly won. “So I guess it was worth it.”

Oh, you think, raw and hollowed out and gorgeously ruined. Oh, I guess it was.)

-

“You’re bad news,” you say, hoarsely, “but you know I want you anyway.” 

“Right back at you,” she says, smiling. “Come and get me.” 

-

It’s crazy, it’s irrational, it’s impossible. You’re both losing your minds. Sometimes you meet someone, and there’s no way to explain it, but you find them and you’re never the same. It’s over. It’s a disaster. There’s an eclipse swallowing the sky; the sun and moon will trade all their private affairs, share every dirty thing they’ve seen. They won’t tell anyone else. You might just get away with this. 

Tell me what you want, you could say. We came this far, didn’t we? Tell me. 

You, she’d say, every time, and the ocean pulls you both under. You. I swear I never wanted anything until I wanted you. 

-

this was meant to be a one-shot for the comeback but then it got too long even for me LMFAO... so i'm breaking it up into parts. aka part 2 eventually lol. stream between 1&2! <3

[coldfanbou]

Hey did u get my request for succubus sana x dahyun? Im srry if its not good

I did receive the kinktober request, and idol x idol is allowed btw

[the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual]

Planned Works/Ideas for October

Hello everyone, as I mentioned previously I’ve been working on some stuff. I also have been feeling very inspired as of late and will be writing some more. I wanted to get this October started off right so here is a list of some things that will be coming your way hopefully sooner than later. I don't feel comfortable giving exact dates because as I've mentioned before certain factors can cause my writing schedule to be sporadic (also why I will not be participating in kinktober) Since some ideas are more developed than others his list will be separated into three categories:

Full ideas

People/characters who will be getting works

Ideas/tropes that I want to write about

Let's Begin!

First up here are the fully developed ideas that are in progress.

Yoon Hyunsuk (Cix)

Nerd!Hyunsuk x Popular!reader (college au)

The tall, shy, handsome, boy who sits behind you in every class you share has a secret. Like many other people on campus, he was hopelessly in love with you. It began three years ago, freshman year, and every day it only got stronger. Over the years this has led him to do some… questionable things he's not a bad guy by any means he's just an awkward college boy in love. At first, it was innocent just sitting behind you in classes that you shared. He hoped that this would give him some time to gain some confidence to talk to you while still remaining close to you. He really didn’t mean to begin eavesdropping on your conversations or reading your texts over your shoulder, he just wanted to learn more about you before he approached you. But as time went on the worse he got from smelling your hair to following you around campus to lurking your socials to finally finding your dorm room. He told himself that he was just trying to return a jacket you left in class so he racked his brain for all of the information he “gathered” and remembered your room number. It was just supposed to be a quick drop off of the jacket he played out the scenario in his head a thousand times. knock on the door, tell you he picked it up when you forgot it, give it to you, and leave. But, when he knocked on the door it opened slightly you weren’t there but you left it cracked indicating that you would be back soon. The change in circumstances caused him to panic and so he decided to just go in and drop it on your bed as opposed to waiting at your door for you. As soon as he fully entered the room the door closed behind him and after folding your jacket placing it on your bed he goes to leave. Turns out you left your door cracked for a reason, he twists the knob and pulls with all his might but he can’t get it opened. The door jammed and he’s stuck in your room. Before he even gets the chance to panic he hears you right outside the door.

Request

Klaus Mikaelson (TVD/The Originals)

Cursed!KlausxSoulmate!Reader

Klaus kills a woman. Unbeknownst to him, this woman was the soulmate of a powerful witch. In revenge the witch curses him vowing that the day Klaus finds his soulmate they will be made immortal but their soul would be removed leaving an eternal one-sided soulmate connection where Klaus is completely connected to them ( can only love and desire them, unable to hurt or kill them, able to see their thoughts and feel their emotions/pain.etc) but they have no connection to him. The witch finally takes the only reverse to the spell to the grave with him and his wife leaving nobody else to break the spell. The story will center around an interesting toxic yet slightly romantic relationship between Klaus and the reader where over years they are continuously on and off again. Klaus does everything to get the reader to love and stay with him and the reader uses this to their advantage. When they’re together its great but when they’re apart things never go well. In the end, the reader can always leave him but he can never leave them so he takes any measure to keep them by his side.

Choi Soobin (TXT)

Sub!SoobinxDom catgirl!reader

The Cat Owns You Part 2

After returning home from the café Soobin you’re finally able to transform. Now being human you keep up a nice façade for the evening eating dinner and watching television peacefully. Having you around for these few hours has him believing he made the right decision after a while he took you to your room before retiring to his own for the night. He drifts off to sleep happily thinking that he found a simple way to fix his loneliness issue a cute catgirl who resides in the room beside his. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen a few hours later. Waking up to feel his hands and legs in an uncomfortable position he tries to adjust himself but he can’t, opening his eyes to look he realizes that he’s tied to the 4 sides of his bedpost. Before he can question what’s happening he sees you making your way toward him with the collar he purchased earlier in your hands. You notice that he’s awake but continue on fastening the collar around his throat before positioning yourself to sit on him, straddling his spread body “(Y/N) what’s going on” he asks trying to sound stern but it comes out as more of a whisper as the reality of his situation really begins to set in affecting his body in a way he didn’t expect. “Shhh don’t worry I’ll take care of you” you whisper in his ear sending a shiver through his body. Every second that passes he can feel his resolve fading he knows that he wants whatever is about to happen and soon he won’t be able to say no you know this too. He quickly yet unconvincingly rushes out “ no you can’t do this” causing you to chuckle “ Yes I can, I can do whatever I want you signed the papers” before he can ask what you mean you continue “I own you”

Up next here are some muses that I will be writing about once I find the perfect ideas for them:

Garou (Genshin Impact)

Nejire Kamado (My Hero Academia)

Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Kazutora Hanemiya (Tokyo Revengers)

Choi Beomgyu (TXT)

Choi Chanhee (The Boyz)

Jeong Jaehyun (NCT)

Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Wonho (Soloist)

Sunmi (soloist)

Sana (twice)

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Buckey Barnes (MCU)

Hela Odinson(MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

And finally here are some ideas for works (I’m thinking of making a proper prompt list but for now you can request any of these ideas with a muse from above and I will try to fulfill it. Just make sure to specify what type of story you want (fluff, smut, angst, general hcs, drabbles, etc):

Reader is an evil sorcerer and the muse is their loyal familiar

Reader is a succubus and muse is a charge that keeps summoning them

Reader is like Hades and muse is like Persephone

Female Knight reader saves prince muse

Criminal reader goes yandere for normal muse

Opposites attract the big, scary, cold reader and soft cute muse

Muse who is a twitch streamer by day and a camgirl/boy by night

Reader is a Sugar mommy and muse is one of their many sugar babies it starts off fine but then muse falls in love and wants to be readers only one

Dom reader x fem switch muse x sub male muse

Ruler reader x harem

Reader is mean to everyone but muse

Smart tsundere reader dating clingy affectionate himbo/bimbo muse

Fem Joker type reader x male Harley type muse

Reader is an engineer who finds robot muse and fixes them

Vampire queen reader and yandere muse servant who wants to be readers walking blood bag

Hero reader saves muse from a yandere and muse becomes yandere

Demon reader x angel muse

A muse who keeps trying to kill a reader that they don’t know is invulnerable reader knows muse is trying to kill them but doesn’t stop them because they think it’s cute.

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering Act III: culling ritual

The next day I woke up in Dexter and Connor’s apartment. All of our significant others had schedules so it was a “guys” day for the time being after showering and getting ready we all went to get breakfast. When we got to the spot you'll never guess who we saw there. Because I know I wouldn't. So there's the scenario we are sitting about to order food when in walks this brunette lady with a mask on. She has a cap on so no one can recognize her.

“I'll tell you later,” I say. I approach the young lady as non-menacingly as possible she looks up at me and I ask, “I'm pretty sure you get this a lot but by chance are you Sana of twice? I say loud enough so she can hear me but not loud enough to make a scene. The young woman smiles with wide eyes and pulls me to sit down with her.

“How did you know? No one else knew it was me.”

“Well, you have a Sana walk,” I said. I tried to keep my language simple so she could reply as I remembered she struggled with English.

“A Sana walk… I like that. So I take it you are once?” she asked. I nodded she moved closer and put her arm around me “You seem familiar.” she said with a hungry smile I hesitated because the aura she gave off was extremely similar to the succubi I had faced in the past.

“Well I went to one of y'all concerts a while back so maybe that's it,” I said.

Sana stroked my chin and said, “No that's not it. So what brings a strong psionic like you here.” her words sent all kinds of alarms in my head. So I chose my next words carefully

“Oh I was getting food and I saw you and wanted to ask if you would sign this,” I said as I pulled out a photo card.

“Do you have a pen?” Sana asked with a hungry smile. I nodded as I space-sifted a gold metallic Sharpie and handed it to her. Sana took the card out of the sleeve before signing it. “You know Slime Hydra I am surprised to see you here.” I freeze at her words. Sana takes off the mask and smiles again. She asks for my phone and against my better judgment I am beguiled to give it to her. She smiles as she opens it and puts her number in as she has me do the same with hers. “See now we're friends.” She says. I turn to her and face her as she puts the mask on.

“How do you know me?” I ask worried

“Oh, Dahyun’s friend Gahyeon mentions her crazy little brother. Also, you're pretty big news having fought at an award show after winning song of the year.” Sana teases

Broken out of whatever trance I was in I said in a louder tone “Younger brother? I'm older than her!”

“Oh, there's the excitement I've heard so much about.” Sana teased

I relaxed enough to talk to Sana like she was a regular person so I asked the following, “Okay what's your deal? Are you a succubus?”

Sana's eyes widened as she said “Straight to the point like Siyeon. Tell you what tell me your deal and I'll tell you mine.”

“I'm just a normal psionic,” I respond

“That's it?” Sana questions

“Yeah my power is just super weird and I have had it for so long it's been able to evolve twice not three times as of my 21st birthday,” I explain

“Evolve three times so that means you've had your power since you were one year old!” Sana exclaims

“Yeah, it has kinda been a pain, to be honest,” I reply

“Really?” Sana asked

“Yeah,” I confided.

“So how does it work I have been told and seen different things,” Sana asked intrigued

“Well first it was the eating and mimicry, then the slime-making constructs then it evolved to add the aura, and as of recently they have all fused to make slime Hydra I guess as manifestation of all the independent pieces,” I tell her

“Okay, so you aren't a slime Hydra?” Sana asked.

“I don't think so although… I don't know. Lami Orochi has always been in here ”I explained as I pointed to my forehead

“Well since you've been such a good boy I'll let you in on a secret. I am not a succubus but a psionic like you. My power is just similar to one.” Sana explained

“Oh so like Rogue from X-men?” I said

“Who?”Sana asked. I forget that not everyone knows who the X-men are.

“Oh right here's a video,” I said as I showed her a video explaining Rogue.

Sana smiled as she watched then turned to me and said, “Yes I'm that." Sana laughed before adding "Thank you for sitting with me and chatting. You're the first person not to freak out about me.”

“Well, I've seen a lot. So not much phases me. Have a nice day Mrs. Minatozaki.” I say as walk away.

Before I am out of reach Sana grabs me and says “You know we should hang out sometime later. You're pretty cool.”

“If it's a date I'm sorry I can't but as friends sure.”

Sana pouts roll her eyes, and then smiles the hungry smile before saying “Whatever. I'll see you soon. Enjoy the photo card you better not sell it.”

I nod as I head by to Connor and Dexter who had watched the entire thing and we're laughing at me.

“Dude you are so lame.” Connor teased as I sat back down.

“Well excuse me for being starstruck she is one of my ult biases,” I reply

“Oh that's surprising, but isn't Sakura also one of your ult biases?” Dexter added I nod and explain

“My ult biases are as follows Hasuel of Loona, Dami, Sakura, and all of twice. Yujin being my SO also has her special position.”

“So you just can't choose one of Twice?”

“They were my first girl group who got me into K-pop. They will always be my ult biases.”

“That's remarkably wholesome and thoughtful of you.”

“Well, I try to keep all of me in mind (past present, and future) whenever I do things. There will always be a part of me that's that kid who needed an escape when the world got crazy a few years ago, and to him Twice still has his heart on lock.”

My two friends smile at me then Dexter asks, “How do you have such a good relationship with your past?”

I shrug. We sit down and eat together all the while just enjoying each other's time.

We decided to play a fighting game for a little bit while we waited I picked a more set-based play character which didn't go unnoticed by the other two.

"Oh, you're playing him. that track," Connor says confidently

"Oh, really how so?" I ask

"dude you play Sultai," Connor says as if that answers everything

"I don't see how that applies," I say confused

"This gives me a better idea" Dex asserts

"Oh word what is it?" Connor asks

"Come on let's go," Dex says

I watch as Dexter opens a dimensional door. Connor and I walk through followed by Dex who has taken us to an open warehouse area.

"So this is a place where I come to train with my powers free of the public eye. It's a quiet upstate New York abandoned warehouse so we can go all out. (Dex eyed me) Somewhat." Dex explained and I understood what he meant by the somewhat.

"So you want to spare?" I ask

"Yes, I want to see what you're capable of because I have only seen glimpses," Dexter says

"Okay. Hey after this since we are in New York can we get Brooklyn Style Pizza?" I ask

"Oh, 100%," Dexter said

"Cool... Yo, why don't we hang out more often as just guys y'all are super cool." I asked

Connor and dexter blush before smiling. "Well this is the first time we have been able to, and you don't drink so we can't go to bars together," Connor answered

"Ok...I am going to do something that seems scary but bear with me. I have to mentally prepare to fight" I said to Dexter. Dexter nods and tells me to "take all the time I need."

I nod and begin pacing hyping myself up. before yelling "I Know A Ghost" I summon Recollection and Lami-Orochi's full form pops out. behind me. Dexter and Connor watch in awe. Dexter summons a flaming Axe and gets in a ready stance. I snap Recollection into its bowstaff form and run to Dexter. He gives a hefty axe swing which I block with recollection. I split off one of the sections and using the chain the section made an attack. Dexter uses a wall of fire which forces me to back off. after this, he creates a pool of water around him and throws what looks like seeds into it. from the water roots and branches begin to sprout and grow sharp then aim themselves at me. I jump high above the branches and the roots. I reconnect Recollection and throw the weapon down into the plants. slime begins to impede their growth as Recollection spews waves of it. I watch as Dexter snaps his fingers and flames start to overtake the branches before I can react the flames reach my slime causing an explosion and sending me flying. I get up quickly as I see him flying towards me. I roll out of the way of his attack. and make a slime wall that intercepts his next attack with his axe. I try to make some distance. but Dex is fast. so I decided instead to retreat to match his energy. if all he's going to do is press the attack well then I have some ideas. his next swing I dodged by jumping onto the back of his axe and running onto his shoulder where I smacked him with recollection. As I got distance I faced him and turned recollection into its B-formation I ran to the other edge of the warehouse and threw it as Dexter shot a giant fireball at me. the resulting explosion blew us both back. when I came to I looked up to see Dexter smiling. he helped me up

"That was pretty cool," he said as we got up. "I never knew slime could be so versatile," Dexter exclaimed

"Well yeah, non-newtonian liquids are quite fun to use," I say

"You're telling me. I watched you use it as defense offense and more" Connor said running close. "Your weapon is also insane what is it?"

"Oh, that's recollection. it's a multi-tool I use when fighting."

"Multi-tool is right It went from shuriken to nunchucks to bow staw to whatever that thing you did with the spike." Dexter said, "You may not be outright more powerful than me but your versatility and ways to just have to deal with power is crazy." Dex concedes

"Thanks, I say appreciative," I say

"So that slime what was that?" Dexter asks

"I don't know. the most I can say is think of it like mimeoplasm." I say

"Mimeoplasm?" Connor asks

"Yeah like the commander from 2011," I explain

"I don't think I have seen that before," Dexter says to which Connor nods

"Oh okay, I'll pull it up then," I say

"Oh, that thing. okay, that makes more sense." Connor said reading the card and then handing it to Dexter

After our little match and lunch, we headed back to their apartment. Dexter has to run some errands. A little after that Yunjin arrives to talk to Connor, and takes him as well. Leaving me with Chaewon who was with Yunjin when she came in.

Hey Tj-ah."

"Hi Chae how are you today?

"I'm good."

Chaewon sits next to me and smiles. we sit in silence for a moment before she asks, "Hey did you see that Astrid is doing another of the GG mega mixers?"

"No, I didn't tell me more?"

"Well it's Gen three and I know all the Izone girls have agreed to do it. she also got Twice, Dreamcatcher, Red Velvet, Loona, and ClC."

I groan at that, but don't let my emotions run too plainly.

"Oh, why didn't you know? We thought you would be back. She told us she's bringing all the old staff back for the first one?"

"No, she didn't but also me and Astrid aren't in the best place right now," I explain to Chaewon. She looks at me with a worried look.

"So you aren't helping?"

"Not currently."

Chaewon sends a text on her phone before sending a flurry of them. after that Chaewon nestles in closer.

"You know I am dating Yujin right Or at least am trying to?"

"Yeah, but you're just so cuddly and warm. Besides what if she can't be set free what will you do then?" Chaewon defends herself.

I look at her and my confidence falters for a moment. I haven't considered things not working out, even for a moment, "Okay well I will let you chill but..." I say to Chaewon

"I know, I know Yujin can't hear about this," Chaewon says

A few minutes later I get a call from Aurora. Surprised I answered the call

"How did you find out about the GG Mega Mixer?" She yelled.

I walked into the office with Yujin and my nerves were on fire. we were meeting with her Company to ask about the potential of us dating. I was less than enthusiastic. They had made it abundantly clear that they were ready and willing to disband Ive over this. Yujin was less worried.

When we walked in I knew that as soon as they saw me everything about the dynamic changed. the hope that was in the air vanished in an instant, and I turned Yujin. the glint in her eyes dimmed, and I felt the burden I was placing on her career and dream. I had her come back outside with me and I said to her

"Dear, They aren't going to listen."

"What why do you think that?" Yujin asks

"Their looks. It's a look I have seen numerous times." I said

"What do you mean." Yujin questions

They aren't looking at me they are looking at this" I said as I pointed to my skin

"What's wrong with it? I like you that should be enough right?" Yujin asked curiously

"I wish but I don't think they will understand." I ponded

"Why not?" Yujin asks

"Well the first thing that caught my eyes was how their body language changed when I walked in, and you know what, let's go in," I say

Yujin and I walked into the office and the first thing said was, "Why should we entrust our top and most beloved performer to you? What value do we have to gain." They didn't have the courtesy to bring a translator I am assuming that's what they said based on Yujin's disgusted reaction.

Yujin looked at me and I looked at her. We nodded and she said the most brutal thing I have ever heard. "I expected this and yet somehow still and disappointed...ah well. Tj I am sorry I have responsibilities to my girls and this contract. I don't expect you to wait for me, but if you do when I am finished with Ive you're mine."

I smile and say "For sure, but I think Sana is trying to steal me." I tease

"Of course she is," Yujin says as she rolls her eyes

"Don't worry she scares me," I reply

"You scared of her. I learn something new about you every day. Let's go our friends are waiting for us." Yujin teased. I give a thumbs up and follow her.

We arrived back at the Ive dorm where everyone was waiting. I shrug and say. "it's over for now."

I was surprised when Sweet Heart Eunbi let out a string of not-so-sweet heart words. Dexter looked concerned as she went further. I am surprised that all of Ive looks so sad. I look to everyone and shrug before saying "Look it's not ideal but life often isn't we walk off the difficult things we can't shake and fix the things we can. Now if you'll excuse me I have a lot to do helping Astrid win her girlfriend back and setting up this Mega Mixer." the crowd had numerous perplexed faces as I walked out while waving.

I arrived at Astrid Penthouse, and I couldn't bring myself to go in just yet. I needed to make one stop. I went back home to my little apartment in Cali and I just cried. I couldn't cry in front of my friends because I had to appear strong. I also screamed in rage. a lot more of that than the crying to be honest. I had convinced myself that I deserved to be happy with Yujin and I should have known better, but the next time I won't make that mistake. after I was able to emotionally regulate enough to bring myself from a 12 to a 2. I space sifted back to Astrid's I took the elevator and Aurora was the first to see me. She rolled over to me and gave me a tight hug. then she slapped me.

"I missed you, dummy," she said with a pout.

I shrug and say, "Life is strange."

Aurora smiles and then says to me, "Now go be the hero and help our sister." I nod as I walk to Astrid's room. she is still in bed crying. I face her and pick her up.

"Come on Ash we have work to do!" I bellow.

"No, I just want to die," Astrid said between sobs

"No, you don't. You are just emotionally distraught because you got into a fight with your girlfriend whom I am going to help you get back." I challenged

"what do you know about relationships," Astrid questioned

"Enough now come on. Shower you smell like spaghetti and depression." I tease

Alex was walking by and began laughing at my statement. we got in one of her cars after she cleaned herself and we drove to Emma's spot out in Korea. I walked up first and she came out

"Are you here to kill me?" Emma asks

"Nah I come bearing gifts. I say as I gesture to Astrid who's still at the wheel. Astrid waves awkwardly. then Emma turns to me. She shifts uncomfortably.

"Why do this...it doesn't change anything between us?" Emma questions

"Well you make Astrid happy and honestly you two are perfect for each other so...besides I need her at least somewhat normal so we can do this mega mixer. I explain

"So this is a selfish choice." Emma discerns

"Oh completely. you take care of Astrid, and I can focus." I elaborate

"What if I say no?" Emma questions

"I will hype her up to never talk to you ever again I guess?" I answer

"You wouldn't dare." Emma Hisses

"I would and have done this. she is my homie. she's crazy and at times cringe but I love her still. so what will it be?" I propose

"Fine, but this still changes nothing," Emma states matter of fact

"I know. I look forward to our next duel. Could I just ask a favor?" I inquire

"You may and I may or may not grant it." Emma hesitates

"Cool can you not send opponents during filming I'd like to give this all my attention and help your girlfriend produce the best product," I ask

"That is fair." Emma relents

"Great now Go kiss your girlfriend, and make-up already," I say to Emma

Emma walked around me but not before asking.

"How are you handling your break up I heard it was quite abrupt?" She said bluntly

"I am angry, sad, and want her company to burn but honestly, that's the least of my worries," I reply

"Really?" Emma interrogates

"I have a job to do and responsibilities," I say pointing to her and Astrid

Three weeks later Astrid is back to normal and we are working on getting the Mega Mixer into regular and not pre-preproduction. G-idle was also joining which meant we now had more work to do. I spent most of the morning helping Astrid with her paperwork, and getting her coffee among other helpful "assistant-type things." this had to stop though when Twice came in unexpectedly, and my heart did double flips. they entered the building as they owned it and they walked into the office where Astrid and I were working.

The first thing I noticed about the ladies was that they were pretty...like way prettier than what I had seen. Almost too pretty. it set me on edge, which let me focus on their words.

"Hey girls what brings you here?" Astrid asked. Jihyo responds and while they do talk a text shows up on my phone. I open it to see Sana having taken a sneaky picture of me.

"Long time no see." the text says. I look at her and I roll my eyes. before I could text a response I got a notification. It is from a reputable K-pop news sight.

"Dating Scandal: Ive's Yujin dating (I squinted but couldn't make out the name.)" I read the article and my heart sank like a stone. I turned to Astrid and excused myself. I space-sifted back to the warehouse where Dex Connor and I had been training, and for the first time, I just let myself lose it. there was slime in all states everywhere. I thought about texting Yujin about it, but honestly, I was not in the proper headspace to make intelligent choices. so I abstained. which ironically worked out in my favor because I got a text from Sana asking where I went. So I space-sifted back and walked back into the office. all of the ladies of Twice looked at me with various emotions. I tried my best to contain the roller coaster of emotions I was feeling that was until Sana looked at me with an evil grin before Mina asked me the most left-field question I had ever heard.

"Will we be forced to do a bikini beach episode?" Mina asked

The combination of the mental image of Twice in Bikinis but also the absurdity of the question took me out of the funk I was in and straight into a hurricane of confusion.

"Um, What?" I asked

"You're the coordinator/MC...Are we forced to do a Bikini episode?" she asked again this time hesitantly. I brought my hands together as I tried to think of the appropriate answer.

"Um... do y'all want to. I guess I can help set one up, but I...I wasn't planning to. What? What? WHAT?" Astrid seeing me shortcircuit began to laugh, as did Sana, Momo, and Nayeon. I was still trying to process what I just heard though. I walked out again to process what I just heard. As I often do this leads to me deck building. I was working on a Frodo and Sam deck at the time as I wanted something non-blue and Mardu wasn't doing it for me at the time.

A little later Mina walked out she looked at her before laughing. When she saw that I wasn't nearly as jovial she paused and said "I am sorry if I offended you or made you uncomfortable."

"Ah don't worry about it. I just wasn't expecting that." I dismiss her worries and try to not think about everything in my head too much. I go back to deck-building when I feel eyes still on me. I look over to see Mina still there. she's looking over my shoulder trying to see what I was doing.

Mina sits to my left. I look at her confused "Can I help you?" I ask in a very confused manner. I am trying my best not to sound annoyed because she doesn't deserve that first and second I am trying to make a good impression for this show that we are about to do.

"Oh, I am sorry what's that you playing on your phone," Mina asks

"Oh, this it's Magic The Gathering. A Collectible Card Game I play." I answer

"Oh, that art is pretty...I like the art," Mina coos

"Yeah it's pretty cool, but don't fall into the trap I did when my high school friend introduced me to it," I respond

"Is it not good?" Mina asks surprised

"Honestly that's not the issue the game is fantastic the company who runs it...well less so," I explain

Mina pouts then looks at me confused, and asks, "Oh, Why?"

"Well, the company is money-hungry and it leaves many players in a bind of chasing the high," I say with a blank expression

"Oh. so why do you still play?" Mina asks.

"the same reason I keep living. I live on the hope it will get better, and it always seems on the verge like I can almost taste it," I say plainly.

Mina smiles at me. She leans in closer and I smell her perfume. It's citrus-like. "Why do you like the game?" she asked with that big innocent stare that I have seen numerous times over stuff like Time to Twice and their various other content. It was heartwarming so as I chuckled I indulged her. Her eyes widen with wonder as I explain all of the intricacies that make the game amazing for me, and how commander is the culmination of everything good with the game. She is spellbound as I kinda drone on and on. By the end of my speech, the rest of Twice and Astrid are watching. (I didn't realize it until I looked away from her). Nayeon Momo and Jeongyeon begin to laugh as I turn to them and freeze.

"Oh don't stop because of us." Dahyun teases. Embarrassed I booked it out of there.

As I leave I say to Astrid, "See you tomorrow." before taking the stairs down.

When I got to the lobby I was shocked to see several armed men with guns. they were holding people hostage. I squinted and scratched my head. they hadn't noticed me yet, and I easily could have left them, but sadly Twice, and Twice Ive were some of the hostages, and you know I love Twice, and Ive. Without drawing attention to myself I used my slime to create spikes and discretely stab all of the assailants. After that, I attempted to walk out of the building and back to the penthouse. Before I could however I heard "Tj-ah?" I turned to Yujin, I thought about my response for a moment, but I couldn't come up with anything. She was also walking towards me and I was panicking. so I screamed and space-sifted back to California. Now, could I have handled that better? Yes! I could have 100% but I didn't know what else to do, I was overstimulated and needed some sort of reprieve.

Over the next day, I recovered by not talking to anyone who reached out. I sent texts out to everyone explaining today was an "off day" for me and needed some space.

You wanna know who that didn't stop Mina from reaching out,

"Hey, you left before we could finish our chat. I wanted to continue our chat about Magic The Gathering, and Commander." the text read. For some reason, I indulge her. I give her the speech on how I came to find and understand myself better through Magic and Commander and how it's been quite the Journey. Mina was quite the listener as well, but sadly she had to go. I wished her well though.

after the chat, I felt a familiar pang in my heart. I groaned and said to it "No not now you jerk. I am still processing what happened with Yujin. Please don't do this to me." I knew I had a crush on Mina but I always kept in mind she was astronomically out of reach so I never worried about it. However here I am falling for her, and I didn't want to, but before I could think about it too much there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Emma. She looked unamused but focused.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be, but I need your help," Emma said fast and unamused

I nod and point behind myself before saying, "Oh word? I got you. Should I get my BRIPE stuff?"

Emma groaned, nodded, then said, "Yes God why are you charitable with your time?"

I shrug as I answer, "Well It brings me peace to be so. I follow my peace."

Emma smirks and teases "I am stealing that."

I give her a thumbs-up when I am finished and ready to go. "Cool. Okay, I am ready let's go."

Emma smiles, "Excellent."

[greatwyrmgold]

HoloCure Item Guide

NOTE: This guide was written for 0.3.1656470021. Most items had ther effects tweaked or replaced in the 0.4 update, so this item guide is currently incomplete and inaccurate.

I still have HoloCure on the brain, so I wanted to write more advice for anyone looking for HoloCure advice on Tumblr. Having covered all eleven characters currently in the game, I figured I could either make an item guide or a weapon guide. I covered weapons more extensively than items in my character guides, for reasons I’ll get to momentarily, and I’ve talked about weapon choice a bit in my post bitching about weapon collabs, so…items it is.

The thing about items is, for the most part you’ll be fine whatever you grab. Most characters have a couple items they should try to grab (the big examples being Sana/Knightly Milk and Kronii/Body Pillow), but aside from that you shouldn’t worry too much. Like, yeah, some sets of items are gonna do better than others, but don’t sweat it if you wanted Injection Asacoco but could only get the mask or something.

Anyways, I’ve divided the items into half a dozen simple categories. They’re kinda arbitrary (like, does separating healing items from defense items make sense when they’re both meant to keep you from dying?), but the divisions make sense to me and should help me discuss the points I think they share in common. I’ll start with…

Healing

The Healing items are Full Meal, Nurse’s Horn (formerly Succubus’s Horn), and Uber Sheep. Now, Fauna excepted, there’s a limit to how much healing a character can use (generally 100% HP), so you usually don’t need more than one of these. And the more upgrades you’ve unlocked, the more experienced you are with the game, the less you need that one. But early on—before you have HP and regeneration upgrades, when you’re still getting used to strafing—you could really use a horn.

And ideally, your one healing item would be the Nurse’s Horn. It heals a bit of HP every time you defeat an enemy, and if everything comes together, you’re going to be killing a lot of enemies, especially when there are lots of enemies around (which if when you probably need healing the most). The Nurse’s Horn is a contender for strongest HoloCure item, period, and it’s certainly the best healing item.

That said, Uber Sheep is also fine. It makes food drop more often, both from enemies and from the sky. While it still drops less often than the Nurse Horn procs, each burger heals more than the Nurse Horn. Also, if you’re good at saving burgers when you’re healthy and finding them when you’re desperate, you can “store” food drops in a way you can’t with Nurse Horn procs. It’s not optimal, but it works.

The Full Meal, on the other hand, is no substitute for sheep or horns. It doubles all healing (except upgrade-shop regeneration), which…is not as helpful as it sounds. If you don’t have a Nurse’s Horn or a healing skill, it makes food heal 40% of your HP instead of 20%, which only matters if you’re below 80% and only really matters around 60-70%. If you’re getting that low on health regularly enough for that to be worth an item slot, something is probably going wrong.

Meanwhile, if you do have healing skills or a Nurse’s Horn, you’re not going to be very low on HP for very long, and the Full Meal will do even less (since all healing is 0 if you’re at 100%). I usually even don’t bother to upgrade Nurse’s Horns once I get them—5%/proc is enough for most situations—so I definitely don’t think doubling its healing is worth a slot. Sure, you’ll bounce back from Big Problems faster, which might help you if you encounter Big Problems often enough, but…

The only real use I’ve found for the Full Meal is alongside Injection-Type Asacoco and (of course) the Nurse’s Horn. ITA keeps your HP low enough that boosting the horn heals from 10% to 20% of your maximum HP is significant—it made the difference between struggling to reach a quarter health and hovering around 80-90%. There might also be some use with mildly cheesy strats that don’t need items—the Full Meal is the only item that doesn’t upgrade, which means it won’t clog up level-up options with unwanted upgrades. But aside from that? It’s useless.

All healing items are unlocked by default.

Defense:

The Defense items are Body Pillow, Headphones, and Plushie. Each protects you in a different way, with different strengths, weaknesses, and synergies.

The Body Pillow is, I think, the most broadly-useful. It provides a regenerating shield, like a second HP pool that is restored every fifteen seconds. In general, this is most useful for helping you endure attrition, taking small damage every so often (due to, say, mistakes) without access to healing, but isn’t as useful when you’re being overwhelmed.

Where the Pillow really shines, though, is protecting buffs. Many positive effects, from Sake’s crit boost to Perfection’s everything boost, can be lost from one enemy slipping past your cloud of particle effects and bumping into you. Losing Body Pillow shield does not count as damage for those purposes.

There’s one specific interaction I’d like to bring up here. It seems like the Pillow should synergize with Injection-Type Asacoco, giving you a buffer to protect your low HP. Instead, the Asacoco depletes your shield first. This isn’t nothing—the shield regenerates automatically, each time giving your HP a chance to recover—but to me, it seems less than the sum of its parts. Yet somehow I keep ending up with both of them at the same time (because they’re darn good parts).

Regardless, keep in mind what the Body Pillow protects you from. It will make your margins for error much more forgiving, especially when you have limited access to healing, but it will protect you only a little from big individual errors. Don’t rely on the Body Pillow for that.

By contrast, the Plushie is something you absolutely shouldn’t rely on, but it can serve as a get-out-of-sh*t-free card for an error of any size. It gives you a fraction of a second of invulnerability whenever you’re hit, at the cost of several seconds of reduces Attack and Speed.

If it was a smaller fraction of a second but no penalty, or if it penalized different stats, I could recommend this as a straightforward alternative or complement to the Body Pillow. But it penalizes the two stats you’ll need most to get out of a hairy situation. I’m not sure what situation this is for, or what character would run into it often enough for this to be worth a slot.

(Note that if you have both the Plushie and the Body Pillow, the Plushie won’t activate until your shield is depleted. I don’t know how this works with damage-negating effects like Headphones or Gura’s Short Height, but going only after those failed would make sense, right?)

Finally, Headphones. I’d say they’re about equally useful for preventing attrition and surviving big mistakes. When hit, they give you a chance of negating the damage and knocking all nearby enemies back. On one hand, this means you take less incidental damage; on the other hand, it also makes it easier to escape a crowd of enemies you stumbled into. It’s a well-rounded defensive option that I recommend for any character that doesn’t already have enough defense/healing items.

And that’s something you need to keep in mind! Not dying is an important part of victory, but it’s only one part. You need to defeat enemies—partly to reduce the pressure they’re putting on your defenses, but mostly to gather XP and other resources so you can keep getting stronger as the challenges grow. If you put too many resources (in terms of both item slots and level-ups) into defense, you won’t have the offense to keep up. The only perfect defense in HoloCure is an overwhelming offense (plus Nurse Horns).

Headphones and the Body Pillow are unlocked by default. The Plushie can be unlocked by surviving ten minutes as Hakos Baelz.

“Power for a Price”

The Face Mask, Gorilla’s Paw, and Injection-Type Asacoco work in more or less the same way: They give you a 30% damage bonus (which you can increase by leveling the item up), but also come with some kind of drawback.

The Face Mask is unlocked by default, the Gorilla’s Paw requires you to beat Smol Ame (the second and last “real” boss), and Injection-Type Asacoco requires you to beat Smol Ame in Stage Mode while equipped with Plug-Type or Breathe-In Asacoco.

The Face Mask is the simplest by far. You deal more damage, but also take more damage. The extra damage usually doesn’t matter much, especially if you don’t take the Mask until after grabbing your defense/healing item(s) and a few weapons, but it slims your margins for error by about a third.

Injection-Type Asacoco is another matter. It deals constant damage (without disabling “X time without taking damage” buffs, such as Sake or Phoenix Shield), but in exchange you get a big damage boost. In fact, ITA’s damage boost rises above that offered by other “Power for a Price” items—it goes up to 40/50% instead of the other items’ 35/40%. But obviously, being reduced to 1 HP is a big price!

It’s extremely powerful in the right build—unsurprisingly, one with a lot of healing. It’s great on Fauna or IryS, but not until after they pick up healing skills and ideally the Nurse’s Horn. But anyone can use it, if they have the Nurse’s Horn and are willing to (again) whittle away their margins for error.

I’ve been bringing up these “margins for error” (and “errors” in general) a lot, because I think this “error” lens is a good way of explaining what various items do for you. Defensive items let you make bigger errors without dying, while the Face Mask and ITA kill you for smaller errors. The Body Pillow lets you ignore minor errors, but doesn’t help when you’ve made a big mistake. Et cetera. And now that I’ve mostly finished the items that directly change how easy it is to die, I won’t be referencing that concept much again.

Anyways, the last “Power for a Price” item is the Gorilla’s Paw. (I don’t know who cut off Kanata’s hand, but they’d better watch out for Friend C.) It boosts base damage, at the cost of making your crit rate effectively zero (unless you invest way too many resources into bringing it back up to, like, 2%). Obviously, if you’re not interested in crits, this is basically free damage; equally obviously, if you need crits, you should stay the f&$* away.

Which brings us to the question of which characters care about crits. For this purpose, I divide characters into three categories: Crit-Hungry, Crit-Friendly, and Crit-Agnostic.

Crit-Hungry characters have skills which require a good crit rate to be effective. In order of ascending crit-hunger (by my estimates), we have IryS (who heals a bit on crits and maintains a buff by healing), Kronii (who needs to crit with her clock hands once every five seconds to maintain max Kroniicopter), and Hakos Baelz (whose CRATical Hits can deal ridiculous damage, but won’t deal much at all if they only happen 2-3% of the time). Giving any of these characters the Gorilla’s Paw would be an obvious error.

Crit-Friendly characters don’t need crits, but their innate skills boost critical hits. In ascending order of crit-friendliness, we have Calli (small bonus from the Rapper, plus a scythe-crit damage bonus during The Reaper), Kiara (Dancer bonus), and of course Ame (Detective Eye). The Gorilla’s Paw won’t cripple them, but losing critical hits will weaken them.

Finally, we have the Crit-Agnostic characters—Ina, Sana, Fauna, Gura, and Mumei. They have low base crit rates (except Mumei, who’s average), nothing that boosts them, and no special reason to care about the occasional 25% damage boost. For them, the Gorilla’s Paw is practically a straight damage boost.

Now, if only one item affected critical hit rates, it wouldn’t be worth breaking down characters by crit-friendliness. But the next category is…

Crit Rate Items

The Sake and Piki Piki Piman both increase your critical hit rate by 10-20% under certain circumstances. Unsurprisingly, these similar items should be considered under similar circumstances.

Crit-Agnostic characters shouldn’t reject crit rate items, unless they already picked up a Gorilla’s Paw, but it’s probably best not to seek them out. Keep your options for a cheap damage boost open, neh? A conditional 10-20% chance to deal +25% damage isn’t worth that much.

Crit-Hungry characters should consider whether their hunger has been sated. Baelz’s is a bottomless well of crit-hunger, but if Kronii gets one clock crit every ~4 seconds and IRyS is getting consistent heals, they don’t really need more crits. At that point, they’re more like Crit-Friendly characters.

Crit-Friendly characters don’t need to worry about saving themselves for a gorilla, but it’s worth asking how much they’d actually get from a crit boost. (This is, of course, going to depend on their current crit rate.) Remember, critical hits deal a lot less damage than you’d expect from the name, and neither of these items give constant crit bonuses.

That leaves the question of which beverage is best.

The condition for Sake is simple—don’t take damage for ten seconds. That’s something you probably want to do anyways. You’ll want to pick up a Body Pillow so you can make small mistakes without losing the buff, but other than that…play normally. It’s a good pick. (Note that damage from ITA doesn’t count as being hit.)

I’m not sure what’s up with the Piki Piki Piman, though. It provides its buff if you’ve been hit in the past ten seconds. It counts if you’re using a Body Pillow and you don’t take damage, so that’s good. I don’t know how it interacts with Headphones or other effects which “negate hits”.

I’ve never picked up the PPP—I try to avoid enemies. (I know I screw up, but I don’t think I do that every ten seconds). Maybe it’s worthwhile as a second crit booster if you have both Sake and the Body Pillow? Or just grab both items to make sure you always have one crit booster? I dunno, I’ve never tried it.

Both are unlocked by default.

Resource Boosters

These items don’t make you better at fighting enemies (directly), but instead give you more when you do. They range from helping you get stronger faster to being an in-run resource drain that basically only helps between runs.

Study Glasses are the first. They provide a bonus to XP earned—10%-30%, depending on level. Note that the Study Glasses have five levels, more than most items—you need to invest a significant chunk of XP to get the most out of these. But if you can snag glasses early in the run, you’ll more than make up the difference by the time things get tricky.

Obviously, you shouldn’t grab these glasses if you get them near the end of the game. But how late is too late? If you know the level you expect to be at the end of the game, you can roughly estimate. Figure out how many levels you expect to gain by then, and ask yourself how many extra levels you’d expect to get from an XP boost. Keep in mind that each level costs more XP than the one before it, so you shouldn’t expect more than a…I dunno, let’s say 15-20% bonus to levels earned? (I can’t find any information about how much the level-up cost increases per level, so I’m guessing.) If you expect to gain at least 25-30 levels, you’ll probably gain more bonus levels than you spent on your glasses.

If you do pick up the glasses, you’ll obviously want to upgrade them ASAP. Unless another build-critical item pops up (priorities), or you’re struggling and need to upgrade something else (in which case the glasses were probably a mistake).

The Credit Card is still mostly an in-run item, but its upgrades focus on the meta-currency angle. It increases anvil frequency by 20%, which can be thought of as a level where you can choose to upgrade any item or weapon you already have. This is obviously a handy thing to get more often! I’m not sure how handy, since nobody outside the dev team seems to know how often anvils drop.

The main benefit—and the only thing that improves by leveling up your card—is reducing the HoloCoin cost of enhancing max-level weapons. I have never touched that mechanic, but it’s probably useful for people who enhance everything to max level before dying or are less perceived-waste-averse than me. (It’s not hard.) But it seems like you’d need to work to spend more HoloCoins on anvils than you’d gain from drops, so this is mostly helpful for increasing your final HoloCoin profit.

Super Chatto Time is all about HoloCoin profit. It increases the drop rate of HoloCoins from defeated enemies. If you’re confident that you can win with one hand tied behind your back, or want to go really wild with enhancing max-level weapons, feel free. I feel like just saying it boosts meta-currency earned should tell you whether you want to grab this item or not.

All three of these need to be unlocked! You need to find an anvil (and end the run) to unlock the Credit Card, reach level 50 in a single run to unlock the Study Glasses, and end a run with 5,000 HoloCoins (including ones you held before the run) to unlock Super Chatto Time.

The easiest way to unlock akasupa time is to refund 5,000 HoloCoins of upgrades and run into shrimps until they somehow kill you. To unlock Study Glasses, invest in XP upgrades, survive, and maybe try Endless Mode. To unlock the Credit Card…I dunno, anvils are luck-based. Try praying to RNGsus.

Miscellaneous

The inevitable breakdown of any categorization system.

Knightly Milk is the very definition of a build-defining item. It increases the attack area of area-type attacks, and boosts Pickup Range a little. If you’re using lots of area-type weapons, it’s obviously a great pick! If you’re not, it’s almost useless.

It’s hard not to have some area weapons—most weapons are! (80% of Basic Weapons, 45% of Character Weapons, 60% of Collab Weapons, and a handful of skills and specials—assuming the wiki hasn’t missed anything.) But boosting the area of just a few weapons isn’t that impressive. If you grab Knightly Milk, you’ll want as many area weapons as possible. It’s just possible to have only area collab weapons (BL Fujoshi, Elite Cooking, Flattening Board, Idol Concert), which is probably ideal for a Knightly Milk build.

Knightly Milk is godly for Sana (who also gets a damage boost from it, and wants to use lots of area weapons anyways), and pretty good for Calli and Gura (who have some key area-type weapons and skills—and in Calli’s case, can’t outgrow her own skills with the Milk). I like the area-type weapons, so I like Knightly Milk. But if you prefer Breathe-In Asacoco and Light Beams and characters with no area abilities, it won’t be a good choice.

Idol Costume is a bit less variable, but it’s still character-dependent. It simply decreases the cooldown time for your Super Attack. On characters with great super attacks, like Ina or Baelz, it’s really good! On characters with redundant (Calli*), actively harmful (Mumei), or otherwise disappointing specials, it’s not worth the item slot.

*For like the middle half of the game, the only weapons Calli can’t kill with one swing of her scythe are bosses, and even after that it rarely takes more than two.

Finally, the Energy Drink. It increases your Speed—that is, your movement speed—while decreasing your maximum HP. Running faster can make it easier to avoid danger, even if you don’t notice the danger until the last second, but lowered HP obviously makes danger more dangerous. I’d say it’s a net positive, but not everyone wants to spend a slot on this specific positive.

Knightly Milk is unlocked by default. Idol Costume is unlocked by using a special attack (and then ending the run). Energy Drink is unlocked by surviving ten minutes as Calliope.

…that’s all, folks! Hopefully this is a helpful guide and not a time-wasting one!

[jhoseoku]

Book: The Truth Untold |K.TH|

Description:

By the time this party is finished... three peoples lives will be changed forever.

"How about this! If I don't find you, I'll leave you and her alone and give you what you

always wanted.If I do find you... you lead me to her, and I kill all of you off. How does that sound?"

"Deal."

⚠️ Extreme Fluff, Mythology, Language!⚠️

-suc·cu·bus:

ˈsəkyəbəs/

a female demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping men.

:A succubus is a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death.

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Chapter 3

Woah.."

You say looking up at the gorgeous radiant lights and loud music.

"This is nice."

Rosè said with an impressed face while nodding her head back and fourth.

Woah. This place is huge.

"Who's place is this again?"

Rosè asks.

"Doesn't matter."

You say totally immersed in the loud music.

You began to slowly ease yourself on the dance floor.

As you continue to sway your hips you feel an unknown presence behind you.

All of a sudden you feel two large hands pull you back into a solid chest.

Before you could question who he is,

he pulls you closer and you dance the whole song together.

You finally turn around and see a really attractive male

He had black hair, a heartwarming smile, and was about 5;10.

"Hey, im Hoseok."

He says with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen.

He is so breath taking.

You think to yourself

You simply stare at the beautiful male with a stupid smile on your face.

"Hi.... I'm Y/n..."

You say before pointing to the other side of the room.

"I-im thirsty..."

You say awkwardly.

"Oh? I'll go get you so-"

"No! I'll... I'll get it thanks."

You say before turning around awkwardly and practicly running to the drink bowl.

"Phew."

You say whilst wiping the sweat from your forehead, accidentally hitting the girl on the side of you.

"Ouch!"

The girl sang as she rubbed the side of her head

"Oh my- I'm so sorry!"

You say in a light panic.

"It's fine."

The girl chuckeld.

"Is there any way I could make it up to you?"

You say feeling guilty.

"Um.... yeah, actually. You can join us in never have I ever... we kind of need more people. Most people here are ya know....wasted."

She says.

"Either that or making out."

She said giggling

"Hey um... whats your name by the way?"

"Sana. Whats yours?"

"Y/n."

You simply say as she leads you to the small circle.

"Alright. Is that it?"

A guy with plump lips and blonde hair asked.

"Yep."

"Alright! Then let's get started! I'll start. Never have i ever gotten drunk."

The boy shouts over the loud music.

Everyone stops for a second before hearing a random boy shout

"Thats what I'm here for!"

Everyone starts to cheer and laugh.

"Alright,alright so I take it all of you guys have?"

Another guy asked.

"I haven't."

I say with a small smile.

Everyone looks my way and stares.

"What?"

I ask.

Believe it or not, as many partys I've been to... I've never once got drunk. Unless you can get drunk off of red Fruit punch.

"So your telling me you've never been drunk before?"

Ki Jung said.

I lightly shook my head no

"Well ,we gotta get you drunk then!"

The first guy said loudly before everyone in the circle started to loudly laugh.

He passed me the shot before I drown it with a disgusted face.

Ew. This shit is horrible. How do people drink this voluntarily?

You ask yourself.

You see Rosè glar at you from the corner of your eye as everyone cheers.

"Next person."

"Okay, never have I ever had sex in a closet."

Ki Jung asks.

Everyone shouts "I have" except Rosè.

"Uhh, I've never"

Rosè says looking down with red cheeks.

A flash goes off in Ki jungs eyes before passing the small shot glass to the girl without breaking eye contact.

She looks over to you with unsure face before quickly swallowing the thick liquid.

She puts on a distasteful face before passing the shot glass back to Ki Jung.

[atiny-piratequeen]

Can you tell more about the coven?

The Coven currently consits of High Witches Hyuna (the scientist, torturer of captured souls), Sunmi (the one who can change, implant, and steal memories), and her fiance Chungha (head BIC)--all of which are Tay.

Then we have NingNing, a somewhat weaker witch who i believe is the maknae of the house, who was taken in after her mother left her in the forest after helping her flee as a child from those trying to kill them for being witches. Her mother never came back and is presumed dead. Yoohyeon is. Uh. A fucking tool of a woman whos inspired by Da Ji and someone else that escapes me atm and is currently running from her ex who is also lucifer's son and the reason shes an insufferable rude ass tsundere ass bitch. Sohee who is a half succubus who first came into the rp as a whole bc she was sent to ruin Bibi's relationship with Taemin and Lia but kinda latched onto Taemin after he resisted her enchantment, talked shit to her enough for her to spill that she didnt want to do this shit and was being forced to, and now is in the coven as the rp as a whole waits for the Lunar Festival and the bullshit after it so she can actually have a second chance to live and have a normal life--all of whomst are Kira.

Sana, whos a tiny cat that transforms into a girl. Shes the demigoddess daughter of Aphrodite who was used to try and be a weapon for the same assholes who had/have Sohee in their clutches. Which is why her magic goes haywire and she explodes sometimes and those who arent resistant to the magic will have their emotions amplified, good or bad. Zuho, the original vampire (cant go inside if doors/windows have been closed without being welcomed in) who's a certified baby boy extraordinaire whos also crushing on Sohee now. Soobin, the reincarnated god who's actually three goddess stuffed into a 6'1 man. No but really he has a heart of gold and was first found running from Titan Kronos but now hes currently Boo'd up to Yeonjun and the girls. Forever. Dragon Prince Seonghwa who im sure yall are all familiar with by now with how much ive talked about FeiHwa today. Tall handsome princely boy who's got more toys than the eye can see and is very protective over his crush-turned girlfriend-turned mate FeiFei. Current status of dating NingNing is (????) Because of a whole argument and (unintentional but still bad) gaslighting incident with NingNing, Hwa, and Fei so now the latter two are staying away fron NingNing whos running from her damn problems and not properly listening to other folks but i digress all of which are played by Gaia

Then there's my bots.

Yeonjun-immortal eldrich lich that's definitely overpowered and literally there to curb there being TooMuchAngst in this coven but also not too much bc be also has a lovely case of "thats not my problem unless the coven is in danger", terrifying eldrich monstrosity that constantly breaks and shatters his own mind when he's fighting (and feeding) for too long if he's really into it. Hes got consentacle tentacles a plenty and is king degradation and bdsm too. Also 'mated' with Soobin nd has given him a chunk of his eldrich power to keep him immortal.

Tasha & Sadia: both are Yeonjun (now Soobin's) eldrich familiars that take the form of two girls. Sadia is 5' nothing and part of the gremlin itty bitty tiddie committee. Has absolutely no filter, is literally a brat personified, and represents all the wilder parts of Yeonjun's personality and inner being. Then there's Tasha. Mega Mommy Milkers herself with the gentle nurturing personality and usually the calm one of the trio. A wise man (Zuho) once said; "the easiest way to see how Yeonjun really feels about you, is how Tasha treats you", as she represents Yeonjun's (admittedly suppressed) compassionate and caring side. If even she doesnt like you, you should probably stay the fuck away from Yeonjun before snaps you like a slim jim.

And Princess Zhong FeiFei-whomst im sure you all know by now as well. She came from a forest paradise known as Elysium and was sent by her parents to heal the house. She used to be a lesser witch working to strengthen her earth magic so she could better protect the coven, but now that she's mated to Hwa, shes gained not only confidence, but also immense power and is also the main cook in the home. FeiFei makes sure no one that comes into their home leaves with an empty stomach and there's love thats bloomed into every bite.

[kpoptothetop]

TWICE MTL Likely to Be A Succubus

Momo

Sana

Tzuyu

Nayeon

Mina

Jihyo

Chaeyoung

Jeongyeon

Dahyun