#super junior fanfic

[sujuimagines]

me when the person in front of me in line snatches the last donut I’ve been eyeing since I entered:

[byunbhyunz]

Lead and Gold 6.

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff

Warnings: swearing, self-pleasuring

Word count: 3,527

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

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You had a short, but eventful shift before Eunhyuk’s promised visit. You only got called in because of a massive accident and they needed all hands on deck. You were knee deep in blood and other body fluids while helping doctors save lives. Your head was in the game, you happily and successfully pushed your frustration aside during work, even earned some praising glances and words from other doctors, including Jung.

But the nerves came back crashing when all was said and done, and you could wash away the dirt and dried fluids from your skin in the changing room. You scrubbed your body, skin turning red from your own harshness. Your thoughts wandered to Eunhyuk and the fantasies from this dawn. You had to will your own hands not to slip to your lower region, since you were out in public.

Still wondering about the mafia boss and the intention of his visit tonight, you put on your change of clothes you kept in your locker. A simple black shirt and jeans with your usual puffy coat against the chilly weather.

Shindong was leaning against the car. He had sunglasses on, so you had no idea where he was looking, but then he nodded at you, acknowledging your arrival.

“Done saving the day?” He asked jokingly, and you could only shrug. You weren’t saving the day, just doing your job. “Not even a snarky remark about how I should shut up? It was that rough, huh?”

“Almost lost a little kid. Barely three years old. The parents came out with scratches. I think they are still kneeling at Jung’s feet, thanking him for saving their kid’s life.”

“They should be. At least I would do the same.”

His answer picked your curiosity.

“You’ve got a kid?”

“No. My sister has. A seven year old little devil. Always looking for mischief. My sister has a soft heart, so he always gets out of trouble with a few begging words and innocent looks.” Shindong chuckled to himself, probably remembering a good memory. “What about you? Planning on getting married? Have a few kids running around your skirt?”

“Have you seen any husband candidates?” you snorted, thinking about your lack of dates lately. With no husband material anywhere on the horizon, marriage and kids were only a dream. “I used to want it. Marriage, a good husband, two or three kids. I wanted it with my first boyfriend, and I know how pathetic that sounds. Then we broke up, and I put those plans on hold.”

“But you still want it.”

Shindong glanced at you as he stopped at a red light. Lately you were getting used to him driving you anywhere you had to go. It was more comfortable and faster than going by bus, and Shindong turned out to be a not so bad company. He recognized your moods from a few words and looks, knew when to talk to you and when to stay silent.

“If I find the right man, then yes. It’s all up to fate, I guess.”

He didn’t reply, only gave you an unreadable look.

As Shindong pulled up to your building, your eyes stilled on the fancy black car with tinted windows parked in front of your apartment building. With it being shiny and new, it looked totally out of place. A bad feeling settled in your stomach. It could be Eunhyuk’s enemies again. As if Shindong read your mind, he said:

“It’s the boss’s car. I’ll wait outside.”

The sun started to set, and you hesitated to get out of the car. You were nervous about what was waiting for you, once you get out and meet with Eunhyuk.

The man himself made that decision for you. He elegantly got out of the fancy car, alone. That was a first. It must have been weird for him to not be followed by Donghae or any bodyguard. He was walking straight to you, opening the door once he got there.

“Donghae already checked the perimeters.” He was talking to Shindong, but his eyes were on you, drinking you up with only a glance. A shiver ran through your body, but your tried to conceal it with fiddling with your bag and keys.

“How nice of you! Breaking in my apartment, looking for an intruder,” you commented.

“So we could have a little chat without interruption.”

It was Shindong, who snorted this time.

“We all know, chatting is the last thing that will happen up there,” the bodyguard muttered, and you decided to not react. Something warm stirred in your stomach as you inhaled sharply.

Eunhyuk just laughed it off. He offered you his hand, helping you out of the car. He even held your hand as he guided you to your building.

“So what is it that you can’t discuss over the phone with me? Are you gonna kill me?”

You pulled your hand away as you got to the stairs, taking the lead while going up.

“I thought about it,” he admitted lowly. It made you stop in your track and Eunhyuk walked right into you, not expecting you to stop. His body leaning into your back was surprisingly warm, and he put his hand on your hip to settle himself. You thought you felt his fingers caress you for a moment, but his hand disappeared as fast as it came.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me whether you are going to kill me,” you said in a hushed tone, finally aware of your surroundings.

Turning around to face him was a mistake. He was looking up at you with dark eyes, mirroring the same lust you felt.

“Killing is the last thing on my mind right now.”

You tried to leave him behind before you did or said something you couldn’t take back, but he was fast on your heels, following you up the stairs and to your door. Entering your home, you went straight to the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water and gulping it down.

“Anything to drink?” you asked him nonchalantly, masking your true thoughts.

“Something strong.”

“I only have beer and some leftover wine.”

“Wine will do, then. Thank you.”

Pouring a glass of it, you handed it to him. He was standing in the middle of your living room, looking around like he’s never been there before, while taking slow sips of the wine.

You kept staring at him, waiting for Eunhyuk to say something. Anything, really. But you weren’t the patient kind, not with him.

“So, you came here because?”

“You already guessed half of it. For a while now my plan was to simply kill you. Then I was thinking about paying you off and sending you somewhere far away.” The way he spoke about those possibilities without any hint of an emotion, you became reluctant.

“Did I not do a good job saving your men’s life?”

“No, you did a perfect job. And you proved you can keep your mouth shut even under bad circumstances.”

“Well, that is a way to describe my torturing.”

“And there it is.” He stepped closer to you, taking another sip of his wine. Black eyes unwavering as he held your gaze captive. “You talk back when you shouldn’t. You even dared to send back my gift.”

“And that is why you plan to kill me or pay me off? Because I ran my mouth carelessly and didn’t want to take your money after I got beaten up by your enemies?”

“I told you, killing is off the table. The other half depends.”

“On what?”

You were getting more confused the longer this conversation went on. You finally wanted to know what he wanted from you. If it wasn’t to put you in an early grave and sending you away was optional, then what was it?

“You confuse me, Y/N. You distract me from my business. So I’m here to propose an offer.”

Eunhyuk was standing very close to you now, and you didn’t realize when he took those remaining steps. You could feel his breath on your face, his scent was making you dizzy. You wanted to touch him so bad, touch his tattoos and scars. You wanted him to touch you, caress and make you feel… something.

“What kind of offer? And what do you mean I distract you? We barely met like what? Three or four times?” He chuckled as if you just told him the joke of the decade.

“And still, you can’t tell me you don’t feel this pull between us,” he whispered, leaning forward a little, so his lips were brushing yours. If you would be braver, you would already be tasting the wine on his lips. “My offer is this: give yourself to me tonight. I’ll make it worth for you and I can finally get you out of my system.”

You were scared to break this strange tension in the room, fearing it might disappear, so you just whispered back.

“And after that?”

“We never talk about it.”

“Did you bring condoms with you?” You asked the first thing that popped up in your mind.

“I did. But I’m also clean, if you are on birth control and feeling risky.”

You hummed satisfied with that answer.

“I’m also clean and on birth control. We’ll see then.”

Then you did the only thing you could think of.

Surging forward and kissing him must have been your best decision. You licked the residue of wine from his lips and Eunhyuk groaned into your mouth huskily. His hands found their way to your hips, then your ass, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

He was warm and deliciously hard under your touch. Your fingers got lost in his hair, and you opened your mouth for him. He didn’t hesitate to slid his tongue in. Your head became dizzier, and you were high on the feeling of Eunhyuk. His cock was hard, you could feel it pushing into your belly, making you wetter by the moment.

Lips leaving yours, he started to kiss down your neck, while his hands got busy with your pants. Eunhyuk unclasped the button, pulling the fabric down, his lips trailed down to your covered breasts, too. He helped you step out of your jeans. You were panting heavily as he stared at the wet patch on your panties and sighed, sending shivers through your body.

“You know,” he said as he straightened and picked you up, “I was taught to never eat standing.”

He smirked at you as he laid you on the dining table, taking a seat, so his face was right in front of your pussy.

“Let’s remove that, too.” Eunhyuk pulled on your panties and you lifted yourself to help him get it off faster. “And bon appetite!”

You didn’t have time to react, only to moan, as he grabbed your thigh and dived right into you. He lapped at your pussy like he was a man with a death sentence eating his last supper. And you screamed in satisfaction.

Fingers clenching hard on the edge of the table, curses slipped out of your mouth, when he sucked on your clit, then flicked it a few times before he went back to your folds.

“Fuck, you taste divine, babe!”

The way he moaned and grabbed your thigh harder turned you on even more. You could feel your orgasm building steadily. No man has ever eaten you out like this before.

Eunhyuk stopped for a moment, and you looked down on him. His dark, lustful eyes were on you as he slipped a tattooed finger, then another inside you. You clenched hard around them and he smiled like a little boy, but a lot more sinister. His movement were slow, dragging his fingers out, watching you whimper as he pushed them back in.

“I want to taste your cum on my tongue, babe, so tell me! Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

“Yeah, just keep doing that a little faster.”

His words were like magic and just as you imagined them. Eunhyuk’s dirty talk did things to you and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Keeping your gazes locked, he lowered his tongue back on your clit. He did as you asked; pumping his fingers faster in and out of you, he lapped at your folds. Your breathy moans got louder and louder, but you couldn’t care less about your neighbors hearing you. You were so close, you could feel your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.

“I’m… I’m going to cum,” you whispered as your thighs squeezed on reflex, but Eunhyuk’s hard grip pried them open before you could crush his head with them.

The orgasm washed through your body with a hot, white flash, and Eunhyuk stayed true to his words: he vigorously lapped up all your juices until you started whine from being oversensitive.

Coming down from your high, you felt him caressing your thighs, leaving small kisses on your skin. On his way up, he freed you from your shirt and bra, giving his undivided attention to your nipples. While his tongue circled around the right one, you grabbed his hand and brought it up to your lips. You saw your fluids still glistening on his fingers. You brought them to your mouth, licking and closing your lips on his two fingers that were in you a couple minutes earlier. You sucked on them as if it was his cock, making him feel your intentions. That caught Eunhyuk’s attention pretty fast. He crawled up further on you, pulling his fingers from your mouth to kiss you again.

“I want to suck your dick, Eunhyuk.” His name turned into a moan as he pushed his still clothed member to your pussy.

“And I’m too impatient for not continuing this with fucking you senseless, babe.” He groaned and the nickname finally registered in your brain. He kept calling you that ever since he tasted your pussy. You didn’t know why, but it turned your mood sour, even with him humping you towards another orgasm.

“Do you call every girl you fuck ‘babe’?” You asked before you could bite on your tongue.

His moves halted for a second and he looked you in the eyes again. Those dark orbs were unwavering while answering you.

“Usually I don’t call them anything. Barely remembering their faces, not to talk about their faces. I just tell them what to do.”

“Then it’s too bad that I’m working for you and you have to remember my face and name.” Your biting words lost their edge when he picked up with humping his cock.

“Oh, Y/N.” His smile was devilish as he said your name. He licked his lips and thrust harsher into your pussy. You held back on your moan, and that wiped that look off his face. “Looking at our position, you agreed to giving yourself to me for this night, so don’t you fucking hold back your little noises from me. I want to hear them all.”

Another thrust. You whined needily.

“And should I tell you the ways you distracted me this past days? How I wanted to kill you for your little show at The Fortress? How I had to fuck my own hand multiple times to the image of you dancing with another man, and I could still not find satisfaction? Hm? Is this what you want to hear?”

He punctuated each of his sentences with a thrust of his hips. Your moans flew freely in the air now, and you got lost in the feeling of his dick rubbing at the right places.

“Or you want me to tell you all the ways I imagined us fucking? You moaning helplessly under me? Your breasts ringing while you would ride me? My hand around your neck as a pretty necklace as I fuck you, pushed against the wall? Or bending you over your stupid couch while you keep begging for more? And yet, I only ate you out. So, which one do you choose? Because I want to be in your pussy in the next three minutes and this is me being nice by letting you pick.”

During his monologue, he fumbled with his own pants, pushing it down along with his briefs. He was fast to get rid of his black shirt too, before he was all over you again. You sighed, when you felt his bare dick rubbing over your folds. It was warm and heavy, the tip leaking with precum. It mixed with your own sticky wetness. Your pussy clenched around nothing with want, anticipating it eagerly, but Eunhyuk was merciless. Every time his tip was close to entering you, he moved his hips a little, so the angle would change, and his cock was continuing its way to your clit, and back again.

He snaked his hand around your neck, his thumb brushing over your chin, then dipping into your mouth. A shallow breath escaped you as he kissed you again. This kiss was more feverish and animalistic, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. You were panting, when Eunhyuk retreated, but his lip were still hovering over yours.

“No snarky remarks now? The time is ticking, so pick your choice.”

Two can play this game, you thought through the horny daze.

“I want your hand around my neck as you fuck me on this table. First. Then I want to ride you with the condition that you can’t touch me while I’m on top. I want full control. Then you can bend me over my shitty couch, and fuck me with all your might and frustration. I want you to fuck me so hard, that I will be aching and feeling you inside myself even days later.”

You bit on his lips and looked at him with challenge in your eyes. He seemed to like it, because his hand was back on your neck, his thumb caressing your throat this time. His other hand went lower, grabbed his dick and guided his tip to your entrance. You both groaned at the sensation as his cock slowly sank in you. He was hard beyond imagination with a good girth, and god, he was long. You thought he finally put all of himself into you, but he kept pushing and pushing more inches in you, until you believed you could feel him in your stomach.

He rubbed your walls just at the right places. Steamy noises of Eunhyuk pulling out and pushing in filled the air, and you became a moaning mess. Without notice, you came all over him and he just barely started with you. Before you could feel embarrassed, he tightened his hand around your neck, snapped his hips a little harder. You mewled; you were getting adjusted to his size and it hurt a bit, bit you couldn’t complain.

“Are you that needy, babe? Coming all over my cock after a few thrusts.”

Eunhyuk picked up his pace and changed up his rhythm here and there. For a few moments, he was thrusting in you with shallow movements, then he pulled out completely, leaving only his tip in you. He slammed back hard, then pulled fully out again, just to repeat it again and again.

You kept clenching around him, whimpers and sobs leaving your lips. He kept going faster, moves becoming sloppier as he chased his own high. His hand left your neck, going to the back of your neck to fist a handful of your hair in it. You kissed him, your tongue immediately finding his and he groaned and moaned with you.

Ah, you liked all the noises he made, too. He seemed needy, with his other hand going all over your body. A pinch to your nipple, a few rubs to your clit, a caress over your side and leg. It was almost like he became harder while pumping into you. Your juices covered his dick, making it so easy for him to slip in and out of you. For a second, he pulled out and rubbed his leaking tip over your clit, then he drove right back into you.

“Are you close again, babe?” After how he confined in you with his fantasies and wants, you didn’t mind the nickname. You started to anticipate it. “You keep fluttering around me so bad, I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “I’m close, too.”

Just as you said it, Eunhyuk straightened up, grabbed your hips and started to pound you even faster. You came screaming his name, until he swallowed it with a kiss.

You felt his dick pulsate in you, his cum leaking out of you.

“Now, what were you saying about sucking my dick?” Eunhyuk panted into your neck. You could feel his smile on your skin.

“I thought you wanted me to ride you first. Or bend me over the couch. You didn’t seem too eager about the blowjob.”

“I changed my mind. I have to teach you how to shut your mouth.”

[inspired-by-the-music]

Have you ever caught somebody staring at you? When I locked eyes with somebody in the audience tonight, I remembered that you were the first person who ever noticed me. It’s weird to say that I remembered since I have never forgotten. I guess I mean to say that I thought about you tonight, and I wonder—do you ever think about me? Do you still have those pictures you took of me? Do you ever look at them? I hope you do.

These days, I worry that if I ever see one of those pictures again, I won’t recognize myself. If we meet again, can you tell me that I haven’t aged a day? Can you tell me that I look and sound exactly as you remember? Can you tell me that your love for me hasn’t changed?

I know that I am asking too much of you. I shouldn’t expect you to tell me lies. I shouldn’t write to you after so much time has passed and hope that you have kept the promises we never made. Still, I hope.

Yours eternally,

Yesung

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Ships

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

Yesung part 4

After thinking it over for a few days you decided to take Yesung up on his offer. Work was really stressing you out if you stopped and thought about everything that had been happening recently and you thought you deserved a break. You went to work and asked if you could use a bit of your PTO for some time off, but that you had every intent to come back and continue working again after. You didn’t get many days off and when you did it was only one or two and not always back to back.

They never liked it when you asked for time off, whether it was for an appointment or for a more personal matter, but they agreed. You were happy after that, and continued in to wait for the start of your shift. You were going to have to work about another week and a half before your arranged days off but that was fine. You were making money and your job was pretty stable-that’s all that mattered right now. You went through the shift without too much difficulty, and all the shifts after that went by pretty much the same way until you only had one more shift to work until your scheduled PTO. 

You walked in through the doors to the main building today just like all the other days. You went in to check the schedule just like you always did, this time to see if they had actually given you the time off you had asked for. Before you could get to the schedule though, the woman in the little room in the office area next to HR called you over, saying she needed to talk to you. Thinking it was about your PTO, you walked over and tried to ask what it was about. She just told you to come in the room with her and to close the door behind you.

‘Ok, this is strange,’ you thought. They didn’t normally do this.

“Ok, y/n. So we’ve received some complaints about you and so you can’t work for the next 3 days because we’re putting you under investigation.”

“What? Why? What did I do? Who said these complaints?”

“Well, I’m not at liberty to tell you.”

What the hell? They were going to tell you that there was some kind of problem, some complaints about you and they say they can’t tell you? It’s about you. You deserve to know what exactly is going on.

“Well, can I come back and continue working after? Or am I going to lose my job because of this?”

“Well, I really don’t know. Maybe, maybe not. But I can’t tell you. I’ll conduct the investigation and then call you in 3 days.”

She showed you some papers showing what all you had been accused of and looking at it you were absolutely shocked-it was all lies! At least 4 pages of outrageously ridiculous, fabricated lies. And looking at the date it said these incidents took place, you knew what it was about, but you had already explained to them what had actually happened that day and they just said ‘ok’ and left it along. That was 1 month ago. You were accused of all of this stuff again?

“Ok,” you said to the woman “I know what these things are but I already said I didn’t do it. Why are these being brought up again?”

“I don’t know. But you can’t come back for at least 3 days.”

This was pissing you off. After all the crap you had been through, after all the hard work and effort you had put into this damn stupid job they were going to treat you like this? Putting you under investigation for things that didn’t happen?!? You were starting to tear up, but you couldn’t let them see you were upset, that you were weak emotionally. Racking your brain you tried to think of something to say that would make her change her mind about all this. You were innocent and they all knew it. Asking who had accused you of all this wouldn’t work because they protected their own kind. You could have been beaten half to death and pointed out who did it, while the evidence was still fresh and they would have stood there and lied about it, knowing they would always get away with their crimes. Most of them weren’t even legal citizens of your state, and one woman was driving around both to work and to everywhere else without a license or insurance. You were sure that she was part of this, along with another woman who had started glaring at you her first day, and 2 shift leads.

“Well can I get copies of everything I’ve been accused of for my personal record?”

“Yes, you can.”

You were mad, so mad you could have punched her but you were hoping that after they looked at the cameras and saw that you didn’t do anything wrong you would be able to come back to work and they would eat dirt for lying about you. The woman in the office then handed the copies to you and- assuming you had everything- took your stuff for that day’s shift and walked back out to the vehicle. Putting your stuff in the back seat, you looked through the papers and noticed a few copies were missing. They weren’t even going to give you everything when that’s exactly what you had asked for?

You headed back inside and were met with an angry look on that womans’ face. 

“I asked for copies of everything, but there are a few pages missing. Can you get me coipes of the rest?”

“You weren’t even supposed to come back in here.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Since you’re under investigation, once you leave through those doors, you can’t come back in.”

“Well I need the rest of the copies I asked for and you didn’t give them all to me the first time so I came back. I need to make sure I know what all I’m being accused of and I need to have it recorded in detail for my records.”

“Ok”

 She turned around to make the copies and then stopped. “I don’t know if I can give these to you. Let me make a quick call.”

What

The 

HELL?!?!?

This was about you, something that they caused. They need to give you all the information necessary in case you decide to sue them for everything later (which you fully planned on doing). 

She hung up the phone and started making the copies. Then she handed them to you and said “now remember, you can’t come back in here again until after the investigation is complete.”

“Ok, fine I won’t come back until you call me Friday. But I didn’t do anything and you’ll see that if you look at the cameras. You know, I’ve been punched here before by another employee and I’ve been pushed and shoved by others and had boxes and fruit and equipment thrown at me, my limbs, my head. A scale landed on my foot once after falling onto a coworkers’ arm, after I had tried to bring attention to the fact that the scale was in a bad place, that it would fall. I even told the coworker it was going to fall and he didn’t believe me. So I’m innocent and I hope you make the right decision.”

You turned away, tears starting to run down your face as you walked towards the door. Another newer employee was near the door and tried to ask if you were ok. You didn’t say anything because you didn’t trust your voice, you just shook your head and walked out the door. You were so lost now. What would you do if they decided to get rid of you because of those lies? You had this job for so long you couldn’t do anything else. What about the time you had set aside to spend with Yesung? You would have to look for another job now in case they believed the lies. 

You got to your vehicle and started it, driving home to try and figure things out and make copies of this fabricated story. You got home and went in, the reality of what was going to happen hitting you the minute the door shut behind you. Your work bag and cooler felt so heavy now. You dragged your feet to the table to put your bag down, and walked into the kitchen with your cooler to unload it. Then you placed the cooler into the sink to soak it. 

Everything was so dark now: your life, future, relationship. He would definitely leave you now that you were about to be jobless. You loved him so much but you knew a person could only take so much, could only deal with so much before they couldn’t anymore. Everyone will reach a breaking point eventually, and you were sure his would be when he found out what had happened today. You couldn’t hide things from him, he was somehow able to read you like a book. What to do? You sat on the couch and grabbed the remote, maybe there was something on tv that would cheer you up a little.

The universe was cruel today though, as the only things on tv were movies and dramas where the main character gets fired or suspended from their job. You turned it off. Maybe some music? You turned on the radio since your phone was now charging, but that didn’t help either. Every single song was a break up song. You turned the radio back off. You were never diagnosed with being depressed but boy did you feel like it now. You sat on the couch, knees up to your chest with your head in your hands. You couldn’t stop the tears now, and they just came flowing out like someone had turned on a faucet full blast. You couldn’t stop, and at this point you just didn’t care anymore. What was the point in caring about anything when you were going to lose everything that ever meant something to you? You sat there crying for probably hours, as it was dark outside now. Yesung was probably home by now because of course the two of you didn’t live together. You got up to check your phone when you heard a knock at the door.

‘Who could that be?’ You wondered, cautiously walking towards the door.

“Y/N, are you home? Is everything ok?”

Oh no, Yesung. He couldn’t see you like this. You were a trainwreck-hair all messed up, face red and tear stained, wet spots from those tears all over your clothes. You pretended not to hear him and quickly walked away to the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe if he didn’t get a response he would go away thinking you were asleep or at work.

“Oh, right. She has work tonight. Well, I’ll be there to pick you up so we can start relaxing together and get your mind off work, ok?’

You started crying again, your vision blurring making it harder to see. You tried to be quiet, moving around trying to avoid things and make it to the bathroom because you knew he had a key. You were so worried about him finding you that you completely forgot about the dangerous piece of furniture known as a coffee table. Your foot got caught around the leg and

THUD!

Down you went.

“Y/N? Are you here?”

You heard him jiggling the doorknob, maybe he thought it was unlocked. You had never passed out before but thought you were going to. It was harder to keep your eyes open, you could still hear but nothing was clear. Like mumbling and distant. All you could think of now was 

‘I hope Yesung doesn’t have his key with him tonight. I don’t want him to see me like this.’

And then everything went black.

[blesspastacraig]

Lucky Star - 4/20

There are a lot of people who think that Kyuhyun is a useless stereotype. That's because he's had Byul in high school and he isn't technically out of his teens yet and he's having his second baby. People are much more complex than that. There are many intersecting reasons and factors as to why this has happened. Kyuhyun doesn't want to explain to his critics the ins and outs of his sex life. He doesn't want to explain just how the accident happened a second time.

So instead he's just judged. Seen as someone too stupid to use contraception. Someone who pops out more babies than he can afford. It's not true, of course. But that's the opinion of the general public.

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Sunday thoughts

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Lead and Gold 5.

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff

Warnings: swearing, self-pleasuring

Word count: 3,136

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

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Despite your wishes, in the next week you got used to the whole healing mafia members surprisingly well. Your bruises started to heal; purple and blue patches of skin blooming into more greenish and yellow colors, but there was still a long way to go. At least the patients in the hospital stopped giving you weird looks.

You were called in two times already within that week, and was told by Jung to expect some more since Eunhyuk was hunting the men who came after him through you. His men getting injured was not so surprising in that scenario. You helped patching up five of them, fortunately none of their injuries were too serious. Well, if this manhunt will continue for longer than necessary, then it will be worse and things will get really ugly for both sides.

On your way back from grocery shopping, just as you parked your car, the phone started to ring. With an exaggerated sigh, you answered Jung’s call.

“Another one happened. Three men down, one needs immediate surgery, so jump in your fucking car and come!”

You didn’t like one bit the tone of his voice. He was commanding you around, which you never liked in your personal life. In the bedroom you liked to be dominated and bossed around, but beside that you hated it with passion.

Anyway, you swallowed words that instinctively wanted to escape you, and started the car. Jung on the other end let out an appreciative noise, one you rarely heard from anyone.

“I’m on my way,” you added, if the background noises of the car wouldn’t make it obvious enough.

“Make it here in ten. I’ll start the surgery, you’ll join when you get here.”

You hummed in agreement, and stepped on the gas pedal more firmly. You locked out of your mind that you were on your way to save the life of someone from the mafia, as you usually did lately – only focusing on the life-saving part. That was your job, which you did the best.

Your parking was sloppy, as you paid no mind to making it perfect.

Rushing into the private clinic, you only nodded at the guards strolling outside, not really paying any attention to them. You wondered how bad of a fight Eunhyuk’s men got into if one of them needed surgery immediately.

Walking down the hallways, you were more confident now on where to go, and in a few minutes you were already washing in for assisting Jung on the surgery. Eunhyuk was in the room too, with Donghae on his right, giving you inspecting looks as he gazed over your figure. Oh, yeah, he haven’t seen you since your little meeting with his enemies.

Back to focusing on your job. One of Eunhyuk’s man was laying on the operating table. Jung was fishing in his chest with a clip, probably looking for a bullet.

“Heart rate increasing. Breathing normal,” you announced in a tight voice. Finally realizing why he needed the surgery so bad, you started to really take seriously saving his life. The bullet was too freaking close to his heart. Close, as in if Jung would make the wrong move, he would die right on the spot. He was also bleeding a lot due to the circumstances.

“He has another bullet in his leg, not as dangerous as this one. Start working on it while I close this, and keep on monitoring his heart rate.”

Doing as Jung said, you went over to his lower side, keeping one eye on the heart monitor. Picking a clean clip up, you fished for the other bullet, after giving him a local anesthetic shot. Luckily, it wasn’t in too deep, barely in the skin. You pulled it out carefully, while speaking:

“Heart rate back to normal. I took the bullet out, closing it now.”

“Fuck,” you heard Eunhyuk mutter slowly along with a sigh.

After wiping the blood away with a cotton pad, you sewed the wound together, and cleaned it with some antiseptic, then covered in gauze. And could call it a day. Except there was two other men being injured.

“You do Jungsoo, I’ll deal with Baejin.”

To your luck, Jungsoo walked to you just as you wanted to ask which one of them he was. You already knew a couple of Eunhyuk’s men by then, but not all of them. Asking for a name wasn’t a thing you did while patching them up. Only the talkative ones told you their names. Some of them dealt the pain with running their mouth with no end to it, so you sucked up the information as a sponge, since Jung haven’t really told you anything, the less danger you were in. Or maybe it was Eunhyuk who told them it was for the better.

Well, even he couldn’t stop some of his men from spilling a few secrets.

Fortunately, Jungsoo only had scratches from bullets and daggers. They were the easy ones. Only putting antiseptic on them, sewing the deeper ones, then putting gauze on them.

While Jung and you worked on the men, you saw Eunhyuk motion for Donghae, then the bodyguard went to the man on the operating table. Donghae grabbed him by his arm, helping him down, then they slowly left the room. Upon seeing this, Jungsoo and Baejin followed them.

“I want to talk to Y/N when you’re done.” Eunhyuk’s voice was nonchalant. So was Jung’s, when he answered for you.

“You can talk to her right now, too.”

“I meant alone.”

“Of course that’s what you meant.” There was a dangerous undertone in Jung’s voice, which you couldn’t figure out the meaning of. Was he worried to leave you two alone? But why would he?

Still, he left, but only after giving a look to Eunhyuk and saying:

“You are the boss, but remember: I don’t want to find a new assistant again.”

There goes another mystery you feared to deal with, but wanted to know the meaning behind it.

Being alone with Eunhyuk in a room felt wrong and right at the same time. His face was empty from any emotions, but his gaze on your face spoke volumes as he took a step closer to you. He was surveying your bruises or more like what was left of them. The tiny scar on your upper lip, the blueish bruises fading into ugly yellow around your left eye and just under your cheek.

Eunhyuk took another step, now standing right in front of you.

“It’s a pity that it happened to you. I should have known they would find you,” he said.

He took your chin between his fingers, inspecting your face from so close you could feel his warm breath on your skin. You refused to say anything, waiting for what he really wanted to say. At that moment Eunhyuk didn’t seem like some big, scary mafia boss. His hand on your chin was soft, almost careful with big, dark eyes staring straight into yours, searching for something.

With the tension around and between you, it was hard to breath.

His thumb grazed over your lip, the scar on it, barely touching it. His gaze following the path of his finger, he continued:

“How come I feel sorry?”

“Maybe because your enemies beat me? I’m no one to you, yet they thought they can get to you through me.”

“They could have. You only had to tell them everything you know about me, and they would have stopped.”

“I don’t know anything about you. And I hardly believe they would have stopped if I told them just that.”

You felt guilty enjoying his finger’s soft cradling on your skin. Eunhyuk looked into your eyes again. His expression softened with his caressing, and you had to remind yourself that it was the city’s mafia boss who was standing in front of you. From any other man, these actions would come off as flirting or courting, but not with him. Never with him. People like him weren’t nice for nothing, they always wanted something in return. Maybe he just didn’t know yet what he wanted from you. It was unfortunate, that you just started to realize what you would want from him.

You were Jung’s assistant in these shady businesses, and Eunhyuk was Jung’s boss in some kind of way. Dancing with the devil is a dangerous thing, you thought, it might not worth your while or time. Or your life.

“Not knowing anything might have saved your life,” he added after a long while. “And what about your little run in with one of them at the hospital?”

“Jung told you.”

“Shindong, not that it matters. I have to know everything concerning my businesses.”

His fingers left your face, trailing down your neck to your shoulders. You shivered and not because of fear this time. Eunhyuk’s touch was affecting you. Sighing, you lowered your gaze to the ground, basking in the feeling of his skin on yours.

You haven’t been with a man for a while and it was affecting you bad. Maybe you should take a night out and hook up with someone, just to clear your mind. Getting lust out of the way would make everything so much easier. Because you craved him.

“So I am one of your businesses,” you concluded flatly.

“You work for me, so yes, you are. Your safety is my concern, too, like any of my men’s.”

Clicking your tongue, you took a step back. His hand fell back to his body. You saw his fingers twitch for a moment, before he regained his calm.

While you were thinking about escaping the room and his presence, Eunhyuk stepped closer to you again, enclosing his fingers around your wrist and his mouth opened to say something more.

Jung chose that exact moment to barge in, interrupting Eunhyuk before he could say anything. The doc measured the scene with a swift look at your pair, and his face hardened.

“We are finished. Go home and take a rest,” he told you sternly.

Upon that, Eunhyuk finally let go of you, the feeling of his touch still lingering on your skin.

Your mind has been a mess since last night. You felt bothered and needy all night after going home from the clinic. Even after taking a hot shower and pleasuring yourself for an embarrassingly long time.

You blamed it all on yourself. It has been a while since you met someone for romantic reasons, let alone spending a night with them. Maybe that’s why Eunhyuk’s closeness affected you so much.

Your past relationships were a mess. And that was an understatement. You spent most of your teenage years in a committed relationship with a nice boy, but going to different universities ended it soon. During the coming years your relationships only lasted a few month, and you had several hookups between them. You had to take your mind off the stress, and one night stands with bad boys were your solution to that. In reality, enjoying life to the fullest was your only intention.

Work was slow, and it didn’t help that Jung noticed your restlessness. Fortunately, he didn’t make any comment about it, but his sharp eyes picked up every single one of your hesitating moves and the distant look in your eyes when your mind wandered far away from the hospital to a certain tattooed mafia boss. You had to focus hard not to think about him.

Shindong – as always – patiently waited for you in your car, when you were finally free to go home.

“I plan to go out tonight. Will you follow me there too?” You voice had certain bite to it. The man already had his phone in his hand, doing who knows what.

“My orders state to keep you safe everywhere you go.”

“And you expect the enemy to be at a club, seducing then torturing me for information again?”

“You don’t know what they are capable of just to get to Eunhyuk.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but you saw a dark glint in his eyes. His fingers tapped faster on his phone now. “Which club are we going to, by the way?”

“Don’t know yet. Haven’t been in one in a while.”

“I heard ‘The Fortress’ to be a good hookup place, if that’s what you are looking for.”

You chuckled lowly. Did he read your mind or were you that obvious? Could anyone look at you and tell that you wanted to walk home with a stranger tonight?

“The Fortress it is, then.”

Getting ready wasn’t really fun. You were nervous, and Shindong’s constant questions didn’t help at all. He wanted to know everything. Will you take the lucky man home? Or would you go to his place? Should he act as a friend? Should he wait outside of your apartment until you are finished? Will you kick the man out or you’d let them sleep over?

At one point you got so angry, you wondered if you should go out at all. Was it worth it? Having a bodyguard showed its downside big time now. You just wanted him to disappear. You wanted your old life back without the whole mafia thing.

You shook your head, after finishing your makeup. A winged eyeliner was the cure for everything right now. That, a red lipstick and the promise of a well deserved hookup.

Exiting the bathroom, Shindong was on his phone again, talking in a low voice to someone. He took one look at your short red dress, before saying:

“I think even an army couldn’t hold her back from going out.” Then he ended the call.

“Who was it?” You asked hesitantly, something fluttering dangerously in your lower abdomen.

“Eunhyuk. I have to inform him, if you do anything outside of your usual routine.”

“Since when?”

“Since he sent me here the first time.”

“Fuck him,” you muttered, but he still heard you.

“Well, that could be an option. A bad one, but still an option.”

You pondered upon his words, but didn’t reply, simply grabbed your purse and waving for him to get going.

The Fortress was tricky. Its outside looked like a simple old building with bars in front of the windows, but the inside was buzzing with tons of people and music. The air was hot and you were happy you didn’t overdress, because you were already sweating.

Grabbing a drink for yourself and Shindong, you cheered before drinking it, then threw yourself onto the dance floor. Your hips swayed to the rhythm of whatever song was playing, body swiftly brushing to the other dancers’. Constantly scanning the crowd, you were waiting for someone to catch your eye and swing into action.

The only problem was that in every handsome men you were looking for the features of a certain someone. You dismissed anyone who didn’t have black hair or tattoos. Slowly, but surely you were getting tired of your own mind. You didn’t want him. You didn’t want someone who looked like him. You wanted someone who could take your mind off of Eunhyuk for a few hours, no matter how they looked.

Looking around with a newfound resolution, you spotted the bane of your existence.

Eunhyuk sat at the bar, chatting away with Shindong like it was the most natural thing in the world. His dark eyes were on you, following every movement of your body. He looked at you like he was moments away from devouring you right there. You froze on the spot. You could only stare back at him. You forgot about the people around you, barely feeling when someone caressed your hips or back.

You came out to forget about him and the fire he put inside you, and he was here. And you were getting angrier with every second as you put two and two together.

Shindong on his phone earlier texting away, him recommending The Fortress, calling Eunhyuk while you were getting ready. It was his doing. Eunhyuk was a spider weaving his web delicately and you walked right into it. Like a fool.

Hot and bothered, you swing your hand up, flipping him off. He only cocked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging on his lips. It was inviting, alluring. Your own lip parted, curse words crowding on your tongue, never actually getting released. You shook your head and did your best to disappear in the mass of bodies before going home.

And screw Shindong, he can get to your apartment however he wanted.

The moment you got into bed, your phone started to ring. Shindong came home half an hour after you, and never commented about you deserting him at the club. Not even a word about how stupid and dangerous it was on your part.

He was on the couch and you wondered if the ringing bothered him, because you were too tired to answer it. But it could be Jung calling you to get to the clinic, so you had to check the caller anyway. The number wasn’t familiar, so you let it ring out.

Not even a minute later, it buzzed with an incoming message.

[01:27] Ignoring me is not the smartest move. I’ll visit you tonight.

You scoffed at the arrogance. Even without a name, you knew who it was coming from.

[01:34] Just text me what you want to say. There’s no need for you to come here.

[01:36] It’s not something I could say over the phone. Sleep well.

Your fingers slipped inside your pants as you put your phone aside without answering Eunhyuk. The fire inside you flared up again with the promise of meeting him tonight.

You caressed your folds, covering your fingers with the sticky wetness. You fantasized about him wanting you and your body, just like you wanted him. Because you wanted him, you had to admit that to yourself. A shaky moan escaped your lips as you wondered what kind of lover he would be.

In your mind it was his tattooed fingers moving in and out of you. He would be enthralled by your wetness and your little sighs, an amused smirk playing on his lips. His thumb would be on your clit, fingers scissoring to coax more of those moans out of you, constantly looking for your sweet spot. And when he would find it, he would be ruthless.

Your movements followed your fantasies, getting you closer and closer to the edge.

Desperate for an orgasm, you massaged your clit faster. You felt it building up. You imagined him caressing your breasts, almost heard him whispering in your ear what a good girl you were for him.

After silencing your final moans in your pillow, you fell asleep with more fantasies of him.

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Imagine # 1,049

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

The sound of soft sniffling is what snapped (Y/n) out of her thoughts as she roamed the mushroom forest. Deep in the wilderness, far from civilization she was surprised to hear anyone, let alone someone so distraught. "Hello?" She called out softly, not wanting to scare the individual. Regardless she heard them hiccup in surprise, and audibly try stifling their tears. "It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt ya." She called out softly, peering around the base of a mushroom tree, finally spotting who she'd crossed paths with. "Oh my." She murmured at the sight of the one and only Bowser Jr. A pitiful frown tugging at her lips at the sight of him, as he frantically tried to stop his onslaught of tears. "My my what's wrong little one?" (Y/n) asked as she tentatively approached the young Koopa Prince, who glared at her with his beady black eyes, despite his tears. "Go away." He hissed at her, turning away when she sat beside him on a large toadstool. "You're a long ways from home little Prince." (Y/n) noted in a tender tone, keeping her hands folded in her lap.

"I said go AWAY!" He shouted, suddenly shaking as he tried to hold in his tears. "I'm not leaving." She argued in a calm voice, unwilling to leave him all alone out here. "Why!?" He hissed, still keeping his back to her, as he peered over his shoulder. "Because I would be remiss to just leave you out here all alone." She explained, smiling softly when he finally turned to face her. "Why do you care?" He murmured pitifully. "Why wouldn't I?" She wondered, not having any trifles with the young Koopa, despite knowing the mischief him, and his father get up to. The young Prince sat there quietly for a few short minutes, thinking to himself as he toiled with his fingers. "I'm lost." He finally admitted after a while, looking to the forest floor shamefully. "Oh you poor boy." (Y/n) cooed softly, offering a kind reassuring smile when he looked to her. "How about I help you get back home? I'm sure your father is worried sick." (Y/n) held out her hand, tilting her head a little to the side. "You'll help me?" Bowser Jr. asking in a small voice, looking so helpless in that moment. "Of course." (Y/n) assured, a surprised squeak escaping her when Jr. threw himself into her arms.

Effectively knocking her off the toadstool, and squashing her under his weight, despite being shorter than her. "Oof." She grunted before falling into a fit of giggles, while Jr. nuzzled his muzzle against her belly. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Jr. murmured into her dress, his words muffled slightly. "That tickles!" (Y/n) shouted through her giggles, snorting when he nuzzled against her one last time, before stilling and simply laying against her belly. (Y/n) pat his head affectionately as she calmed down from her giggling fit, her skin tingling a little bit from the tickling. "Alright alright." She brushed her hand over the top of his shell, coaxing him to get up. "We should be going, your father's castle is a long ways away." She explained as she stood to her feet, brushing off her skirt of any grass. Jr. nodded his head in excited agreement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Papa will be so happy!" Jr. beamed up at her, mirroring her smile. "Oh I'm sure he will be." (Y/n) agreed with the young Koopa Prince, turning in the direction of the Koopa kingdom.

---Back at the castle---

"WHERE IS HE!?!?" King Bowser yelled as he stormed out of his son's room, where he had been frantically searching for the Prince, making a small mess of the room, without actually destroying anything. "JR.!" He yelled in hopes that his boy was simply somewhere else in the castle. "Sire please." Kamek followed as best he could behind his King, who was storming through the castle so hurriedly, that the ground shook with every step. "I'm sure the Prince is around." Kamek tried to assure the King, but his words fell on deaf ears. "FIND HIM!" He yelled at his guards, who visibly jumped at the sound of his booming voice. "FIND HIM NOW!" Bowser yelled again, flames crawling up his throat, making him look nearly monstrous in that moment. The brigade of soldiers jumping to attention, and quickly marching off to do as he instructed. "They'll find him." Kamek assured, jumping a little when Bowser's attention suddenly snapped to him. "They better." Bowser growled, smoke bellowing from his flared nostrils, looking like a fierce dragon.

After several failed attempts to find Bowser Jr. the brigade nearly jumped with joy, at the sight of Bowser Jr. approaching from the distance. The captain rushed ahead of his platoon, being the first to approach the young Prince. "Prince Jr. your father has been looking everywhere for you!" He exclaimed not noticing the woman accompanying him. "I know I know!" Jr. brushed the captain off, still holding firmly onto (Y/n)'s hand, leading her to the castle. The brigade fell in line behind them, escorting them back, each of them breathing a silent breath or relief. "Papa papa!" Jr. Shouted as he entered the castle, his voice echoing through the large halls. "Jr.!" Bowser perked up at the sound of his son's voice, barreling out of the throne room and rushing down the hall. His heavy steps making the ground quake and the portraits on the walls rattle. "Oh goodness!" (Y/n) gasped softly trying to steady herself, as the large Koopa King practically sprinted towards the group. "Jr.!" Bowser shouted again at the sight of his son, his heart bursting with joy and relief. "Papa!" Jr. hollered in excitement, beyond happy to finally be reunited with his father.

The Koopa King swiftly snatched Jr. up into his arms, looking the young boy over for any potential injuries, pleased to find none. "Where have you been!?" Bowser exclaimed with worry still lacing his voice. "I got lost papa." Jr. explained, looking a bit sheepish, his fingers tugging at his bandanna. "Why did you leave the castle?" Bowser asked as he sat Jr. down, still not having noticed (Y/n), who waited patiently for them to talk before butting in. "Well I wanted... I wanted to..." Jr. looked even more sheepish. "Well I wanted to find you a present." Jr. told his father. "Why did you want to find me a present?" Bowser wondered. "Because you've been real sad since that last encounter with Mario and Princess Peach." Jr. explained, making Bowser flustered that he noticed his glum mood lately. "But I got lost, and then (Y/n) found me and brought me back home!" Jr. exclaimed excitedly, suddenly drawing Bowser's attention to the young woman standing a few feet away. "Hello." She waved to the King, before realizing her manners and bowing respectively. "King Bowser." She hummed as she bowed, her actions momentarily stunning the Koopa King.

"W-well hello there." Bowser stammered a little, immediately clearing his throat to cover up his stutter. "Papa this is (Y/n), she's real nice!" Jr. beamed as he wrapped his stubby little arms around her midsection in a hug. "Aw." (Y/n) cooed softly as she pet his head, her finger toiling in his crimson red hair for a moment. Bowser watched the interaction with a warm heart, already smitten with the young woman, as she interacted tenderly with his son. "He's a sweet boy." She mused as she looked up to Bowser, her face flushing a little at the sight of Bowser's heart shaped pupils. "Yeah." Bowser agreed in a soft tone, laying his hand against Jr.'s shell. "Papa can we keep her!?" Jr. exclaimed excitedly. "Now Jr.-" Bowser cut himself off when (Y/n) began to giggle at his son's words. "Oh Jr. you're precious." She praised as she affectionately pat his cheek. "Papa." Jr. looked to his father expectingly. "How about (Y/n) stays for dinner?" Bowser offered, not particularly wanting to mess things up with her by keeping her here against her will. As he's come to realize that never works in his favor the way he's wanted in the past. Jr. in turn quickly whipped around to peer up at (Y/n).

"Dinner sounds lovely." She agreed with a smile, feeling at ease with the Koopa Royals, despite knowing the mayhem they've caused for others. "Really?" Bowser gawked in surprise, quickly clearing his throat. "I mean... Of course it does!" He chuckled nervously, his heart melting at the sight of her smile. "Really really." (Y/n) hummed in response, giggling when Jr. hugged her tightly. "You could be my new mama!" Jr. beamed up at her, his tail wagging at the sight of her flushed expression. "Oh Jr." She giggled bashfully, peering up at Bowser shyly, not noticing how his tail was also shaking now. "You are sweet." She looked to Jr. again, surprised by how attached she already felt for the young Koopa. Jr. grabbed her hand and began tugging her towards the dining hall, Bowser following the pair with a spring in his step. "Come on come on let's eat!" The Prince hopped excitedly, making (Y/n) laugh. "Alright alright." She agreed through her laughter, looking back to find Bowser already smiling at her.

"Thank you (Y/n)." Bowser mused. "What for?" She asked as they entered the dining hall. "For bringing Jr. home." He explained as he pulled a chair out for her to sit. "Oh it was my pleasure, he really is a fine boy." She hummed with a soft thank you when he pushed her chair in for her. All the while Jr. sat with a pleased smile, his tail wagging happily as he watched them interact. "He is isn't he." Bowser agreed, feeling as if Jr. really brought home the best gift he ever could have. "But aren't you...?" Bowser suddenly frowned as he moved to his own seat. "Aren't I what?" She asked with curiosity. "Aren't you afraid of us?" Bowser finally asked, his eyes downcast to the table, reminding (Y/n) of how shy Jr. had been in the woods. "Should I be?" She wondered. "N-no!" Bowser shouted suddenly, his eyes wide and fearful, before his hand clamped over his mouth. "Well in that case." She paused, making Bowser peer at her anxiously. "No I'm not afraid." She concluded with a soft smile, her heart melting at the sight of Bowser's relief. She had a feeling this would be a lovely friendship, one she hoped might some day bloom into something romantic. Unable to deny the way she felt herself swooning around the Koopa King.

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*Hope this was good. I watched the Mario movie a few days ago, and I absolutely loved it. Admittedly the only Mario game I ever played was on the DS, and that was years ago. But I've totally fallen in love with Bowser. And the clips I've watched of Bowser and Jr. are just so adorable. (∩_∩)

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Daisy Babysitting

Daisy, digging through fridge: What do you want?

Junior: Chaos

Daisy: Unfortunately, but not so tragically, I only have chocolate milk

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I meant to post this teaser like last Friday oopsies!

Anyways! Next update March 8th :D

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Out of Body - 21/25

Heechul keeps his promise. He comes in every day, even when Kyuhyun refuses to talk to him. He never brings Narae though. He talks about her a lot and shows Kyuhyun pictures. Kyuhyun won't look at first. He doesn't want to see and he definitely doesn't want to be drawn into the whole plot again. He's in the hospital, they're putting medicines in him that he doesn't trust or fully understand. He blames Heechul and to an extent Narae. Well, he doesn't believe that Narae is real but he feels like she has a hold over everyone around him and he hates it. He hates that he's here against his will and has been completely stripped of all control.