#tbz series

[hcuyk]

OUR INFERNO | CHAPTER ONE

SYNOPSIS ✧ despite being your greatest archnemesis/rival/enemy/frenemy/whateverthefuck he was, hyunjae had always been by your side. that changed when your boyfriend was brought up, creating a newfound rift in your whateverthefuck relationship with hyunjae

PAIRING ✧ rival!hyunjae x fem!reader

GENRE ✧ high school au, enemies to fwb, angst, smut, fluff(?), humor(?) (these mfs bicker a lot), pining

WARNINGS ✧ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — cheating, profanity, mentions of physical fight/bruises, underaged drinking, obsessive/possessive hyunjae : NSFW TAGS :  outdoor/semipublic sex, dubcon recording, spit/drool/tears, oral and fingering (fem receiving), penetration, scratching/ripping, humping, minimal praise, degradation, sub!hyunjae for 0.002 seconds, petnames (princess, good girl, babe/baby, slut)

WORD COUNT ✧ 19k

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AUTHOR'S NOTE : in honor of my three years of officially stanning the boyz on this very day, let's celebrate with my smut debut and writing comeback 😋 enjoy my loves

PART ONE: CHASING THE SPARK (THE FIRE TETRAHEDRON) — fuel, oxygen, and heat | CHAPTER ONE

“Genuine question.”

“Shoot.”

“Who the fuck does Hyunjae actually think he is?”

Unphased by your up-and-coming rage rant, Kevin resumed snacking on the protein bar he had brought with him. He tossed his free arm over the camera equipment and backpacks sitting next to him on the bench, watching you stride back and forth within one of the many hallways in the recreational center. 

“Well, he is your boss.”

“No, he’s the student executive producer,” you corrected, your legs unwavering as you kept a consistent pace to release your frustrations. Kevin shrugged and tossed one leg over the other, staying relaxed despite the hot fumes emanating from your upright and angered figure. You paused momentarily to look him in the eye. 

“Emphasis on the student,” you clarified.

“Emphasis on the executive, Y/N.”

Baffled at how he was defending your greatest archnemesis (well, more like your greatest frenemy), you ignored his rebuttal and started pacing again. Your steps slowed as you envisioned the sensations you experienced just minutes before, back when you, Kevin, and Hyunjae were at the indoor pool to report for your school’s broadcasting channel. Technically, you were the one reporting and filming while Hyunjae was the subject of interest, and Kevin was there for physical support. 

Chills latched onto your skin as you remembered what it felt like to have Hyunjae’s bare torso looming over you, his eyes peering over your shoulder to glance at your footage. While staring at the camera, his gentle, irregular breaths would continuously hit your skin. Water from the pool would trickle down his hair and into your shirt, reaching your backside. When it happened, you could barely comprehend Hyunjae’s ‘advice’ and instead focused on feeling every cold droplet travel through the crevasses created by your spine. You winced at the thought of that happening again, yet somehow you could still hear his irritating voice near your ear, telling you all the reasons why your B-roll of his lap swimming was ‘trash’ and ‘unusable.’

For a moment, you stood there in the hallway frozen, unsure of how to move, before realizing you were just reliving a moment from earlier and that Hyunjae was still in the locker room changing.

“I’m going to make a complaint,” you declared, turning back towards Kevin for his encouragement. Alternatively, you were met with the sight of your best friend completely failing to conceal his judgment and disapproval towards your suggestion.

“Against Hyunjae? You gotta be kidding, right?”

“Yes,” you answered confidently. “Wait, I mean no, I’m not kidding, but yes, against Hyunjae.”

Kevin eyed you skeptically, trying to decipher why you felt threatened enough to report someone like Hyunjae. You may not have spent all your previous years in high school with an affinity for Hyunjae, but it wasn’t like you hated him either—not in the way you truly loathed others. If that were the case, you wouldn’t spend nearly every day with him, bickering until the sun chose to set.

“Sure, maybe my B-roll was trash, I can attest to that, but that does not give his bitchass the right to not only shit on how ‘awful’ I was doing, but also yank the camera out of my hands and delete all the footage I got because they weren’t ‘perfect enough.’ What kind of psycho is that?” You glanced over at Kevin, trying once again to get him to back you up, but the most he gave was a slight nod. Everything you were spurting was half-mindedly being decoded because he had ended up placing more significance on inhaling protein. Regardless, you continued.

“And you would think, hey! As the student executive producer of a high school broadcasting team, he would understand that no! I indeed do not record half-naked people swimming in a pool, whether it be for a career or a hobby. He should also at least have the decency to not swim seven hundred miles per minute while I’m recording. Of course I’m not going to catch up, especially when he barely told me how he wanted things to be recorded? Isn’t he fucking insane for that? Not to mention all the goddamn splashing because of how fucking long his limbs are—”

“You’re explaining this like I didn’t witness the whole exchange,” Kevin grumbled.

“And you would think he knows, right? That Mr. Executive-slash-Captain-of-the-Swim-Team should either be more considerate when, A, he’s kicking water in my direction when he’s swimming or, B, station me away from the edge of the pool? Just a thought, but fuck me, I guess.”

“Well yeah, but the—”

“Also! Not to mention the camera has the fucking ability to zoom in, so why was there even a need for me to stand by the pool anyway?” You scoffed at the absurdity, almost tempted to cackle like a villain because of it. “The least he could do was tell me how to record it or find a way to adjust and compromise without occasionally soaking me with water on purpose, which I know damn well he was—”

“That’s just how-”

“We have a tripod, for god’s sake!” you exclaimed. By now, Kevin had given up on providing you with his input. He opted to rest against the wall, finishing up whatever he had left of the protein bar, and occasionally would roll his eyes.

“But even then, who the fuck wants to see him swim anyway? We’ll probably only need like…what? A minute of the footage for the B-roll? So why the hell is he treating it like it’s about to be nominated by the goddamn Oscars for Best Picture? He just loves to nitpick and control me like a fucking puppet—”

“Keep talking and you’ll potentially strain your throat,” a new voice interrupted.

You jerked around to find Hyunjae, the culprit of your rant, exiting the locker room with a small duffle bag that contained both his swim gear and his school clothes from earlier in the day. His brown hair was only halfway dry, some strands still stuck to his forehead as he approached where you were pacing.

You halted in your path and stared him down. Hyunjae immediately caught onto the mood you were in, and instead of being shocked or hurt, he grinned.

“You.” 

Your attempt at threatening him with one word made Hyunjae laugh.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Oh here we go again,” Kevin mumbled, tossing the wrapper of the protein bar to the side. He pulled out his phone and went on TikTok, deciding it was more worthy of his attention than listening to you two banter—something he had been experiencing for well over five years.

As a mutual friend of yours and Hyunjae’s since middle school, Kevin understood the frenemy dynamic better than either of you. Eventually, over the long years he had known you both, he learned to leave you two be. 

“What about me, though? Are you going to try and tattletale on me?” Hyunjae feigned sympathy as he gave you an exaggerated pout, tilting his head like a puppy’s. “C’mon. I’m just doing my job.”

“Sorry, but I don’t remember ‘being a dick’ being listed under the requirements for your oh-so-important position of power.” You huffed at him and crossed your arms, choosing to face elsewhere as you rooted the soles of your feet to the ground.

Hyunjae furrowed his brows, his eyes never leaving you, as he addressed the third party within the shared space.

“Kevin, was I being a dick, or is Y/N exaggerating?”

Kevin glanced up at his phone and scrunched his nose at Hyunjae in annoyance.

“Don’t even try to bring me into whatever…this mess is.”

“No, tell him,” you demanded, now looking at him. Your glare was enough to burn Kevin into ashes, but it was nothing compared to Hyunjae’s gaze piercing into your back. Knowing that he never looked away made you shiver, hating how fixated he seemed to be—and seemingly without reason too.

“Listen, I wasn’t being a dick. I was treating you the same way I treat everyone else. I’d honestly argue that you’re just narcissistic and think everything is about you when—”

“Oh wow, thank you for admitting that you’re a dick to everyone else!” You tossed your hands up for dramatic appeal as you spun back around to look at him. He scoffed, but his demeanor was quickly shadowed by a smirk that appeared on his lips, testing you with the arch of his brow.

“Oh really? Do you see anyone else complaining?”

“I’m complaining,” Kevin muttered.

“People don’t complain because they’re scared of you, Sherlock,” you retorted. At this point, Hyunjae had already caught onto your bullshit of making evidence up, and it was why this exchange ended up lasting for as long as it did. Nevertheless, his ego continued to build the more you spoke.

“You’re not scared of me?”

And you keep falling for the bait.

“Why should I? You’re nothing.” You approached him and pressed a finger into his chest, taunting him as you stared straight into his eyes.

Suddenly a competition seemed to have materialized because now you both were locking eyes, too stubborn to look away. 

“One day you’ll wake up and realize your position doesn’t mean shit. You take it too seriously and make everyone’s job your job when this should be a learning experience for the rest of us.”

“And who exactly is ‘us,’ babe?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t call me that–”

“And it’s also starting to sound like jealousy to me.” Hyunjae’s eyes finally shifted, but instead of looking away from you like you initially wanted him to, you trailed his line of sight down to your lips. He eyed them shamelessly—technically making you win the unspoken eye contact competition, but at what cost? “I won’t believe you until I receive firm evidence and testimonies from the other students in the club, then maybe I’ll consider your concerns. Deal?”

What you despised most was how well Hyunjae knew and provoked you to get under your skin. He was a raging flame, making your blood boil from both irritation and excitement. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but after nearly six years of banter with Hyunjae, you knew damn well you enjoyed every second of it. It was like a nonstop competition, and you were always on the edge of winning.

Maybe it was also because you were so used to him constantly being above you. He was the president of the student council, the swim team’s captain, and specifically the one who snatched the executive position away from you in the broadcasting team, yet somehow you were still able to compete at his level of arrogance and egotism. 

Even though you may never be able to top him in the foreseeable future, you at least knew how to match his fury—his fire, with your own.

“You’re pathetic.” You took a few steps back to gain some distance while his eyes flickered back up to yours. He bit his lip playfully, his smile only growing even wider.

“Woah, Y/N. Exposing my degradation kink so soon?”

“I-...you- w-what?!” you sputtered, your jaw falling slack as Kevin’s head snapped up, staring at the two of you in disgust.

“Get a room—!”

“I’m going to make sure you get degraded from your position, you freak!”

“Not exactly how that word works, princess, but I’m glad you’re at least passionate.” His cooing made you want to slap the living shit out of him, your eyes protruding from their sockets are you glared. 

“Are you fucking bricked up or something right now—?”

“Hey guys,” a woman’s voice called out. Your heads turned to look at the end of the hallway, catching one of the recreational center’s workers waving in your general direction. She pressed her lips together and smiled, attempting to be as professional and understanding as possible. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is it okay if you guys turn it down a notch?”

You and Hyunjae both nodded and whispered apologies, feeling like kids who just got scolded for shoving paintbrushes down the drain. Fortunately, the worker’s smile radiated genuine warmth and consideration, providing you some sort of reassurance that you guys weren’t too much of a disturbance (even though you guys totally were).

“You two are the most childish fuckers I know,” Kevin deadpanned, finally shoving his phone away as he switched between looking at you and the man by your side. His eyebrows bunched up.

“And apparently horny too.”

“I would move across the country if it meant I never had to see him again,” you grumbled, striding back to the pile of equipment to pick up your backpack and the bag with all your reporting necessities (boring script, stationary, and a couple of notebooks shared with all the broadcasting students to collect notes and inspiration in). 

“Hello? I’m still here.”

“Look at that. He already misses me.”

“I’m going to hurl,” Kevin unnecessarily announced, and Hyunjae’s face soured.

“Ew.”

“Exactly. That’s how you two make me feel whenever you guys are together.” Kevin got up on his feet and grabbed the wrapper to shove into one of his pockets (no littering, kids) before outstretching his limbs dramatically. 

“I swear I developed back pain from always listening to you guys bicker.”

“Or, hot take,” Hyunjae interjected, “maybe it’s because you’re always sitting with your back arching forward like it belongs in the Arches National Park–”

“Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.” Kevin waved him off with his hand and rolled his eyes. “I came here to help carry stuff, not listen to your bullshit.”

He picked up the bag that contained the camera and passed it to Hyunjae. He offered to hold one more thing, but with only his backpack and the tripod left, Kevin didn’t see much need for his friend’s assistance. 

Kevin then faced you, his face stern and rid of emotion.

“You too, Y/N,” he stated seriously. “None of this ‘he said this,’ ‘he said that,’ ‘please fuck me’ bullshit from you either.”

You gaped at him, arms wrapped tightly around the crew’s bag.

“Now why the hell do you think—”

“Zip it.”

Without giving you much of an opportunity to continue, Kevin sped off in front of you, ready to leave the building. You couldn’t even look at Hyunjae as heat rushed to your cheeks, struggling to trail after Kevin’s speedy steps.

Despite carrying heavier items, Hyunjae caught up to you with ease. You wanted nothing more than for Hyunjae’s feet to either slow down or speed up tremendously, but of course he purposely chose to walk by your side, attached to you by the hip.

“He sees it,” Hyunjae sing-songed. “Everyone sees it.”

“Sees what?” you snorted, oblivious to what he was indicating.

“That you want me,” he replied nonchalantly.

The moment you two stepped outside the doors of the center, you stopped to face him, trying to confirm what exactly he was implying.

“You can’t be serious.”

Hyunjae, who also stopped with your steps, shrugged.

“You’re the one in denial.”

Realizing that he was serious, you felt every muscle in your body tense up.

“Hyunjae,” you stated firmly. “I have a boyfriend, remember?”

Instead of receiving something witty from Hyunjae like normal, his relaxed facial features suddenly scrambled into one that expressed remote shock. His lips were slightly parted, eyes searching yours for any hint that indicated you were lying or messing around with him, but you were serious.

The aggressive playfulness from earlier had evaporated faster than boiling water, and you watched as he became stilled. Your heart started pounding, anxiety creeping up within you due to not being able to read Hyunjae like you normally do.

“Since when?” he asked. His voice was quiet, his tone firmer, and by now, Kevin was already by his car, too far from the two of you to understand what was going on. Hell, even you could barely understand what was happening.

“Earth to Hyunjae?” you joked, nervously laughing in an attempt to eliminate the newfound tension looming in the atmosphere. “It’s always been Jiwoong, remember?”

For a moment, Hyunjae could feel his mouth drying up. All his thoughts were held captive in his throat, and his lips remained parted as if they weren’t meant to collide at all. He stared at you like you had just teleported in front of him.

“Y/N,” he stated calmly, “he cheated on you.”

Your initial response was to get defensive, claiming that you already knew that because hell, it was your relationship, but then your brain acknowledged the true elephant in the conversation.

“How-...how the hell do you know about that?”

“I- You know word just-…That doesn’t matter. What matters is why in the world—”

“It was a mistake, okay?”

“A mistake?” As Hyunjae’s brows raised, so did his tone. “You know, people—decent people, don’t make mistakes like that.” 

Seeing how Hyunjae was gritting his teeth, how his eyes were locked on yours, built up a foreign frustration within you. Something about the way Hyunjae was behaving felt like he was trying to control you. 

All the rage from before had now returned, yet this time, there was no more leniency from you—not when Hyunjae was being more condescending than he had ever been.

“You know nothing, Hyunjae, so frankly, I really don’t care about what you think about my relationship with my boy-”

“You’re still with him??”

“Look,” you snapped. “Just because you have the luxury of crushing my hopes and dreams on a daily basis, it does not give you the right to dictate what’s wrong or right about my love life and my decisions. Understood?”

And just like how you always are, Hyunjae refused to shut up.

“How is it dictating when it’s common sense to dump a shitty person?” He dropped the bags onto the ground, and not once did he look away from you. “He’s never treated you well either, and you know that—”

“It’s not your decision to make,” you repeated. You could feel the three key elements of creating a fire stir up within you. You had the fuel, the oxygen, and the heat, and Hyunjae was the chemical chain reaction that would set it off. “How dense can you fucking be to not back down?”

“He cheated on you,” he reasserted, and there was a rage in his eyes that you had never once encountered. “He’s done so many shitty things, and he hasn’t changed–”

“Again, none of your fucking business–”

“And I’m pretty sure I saw—”

“I am not going to repeat myself-”

“Can’t you just listen to what I-”

“Drop it.” You were seconds away from yelling at him, ready to unleash all your anger because never once has someone threatened your love life—Jiwoong, the man you considered your soulmate. Your flame had officially engulfed his, and all Hyunjae could do was stare at you in disbelief and disappointment.

Turning to look away, you gazed up into the sky and scoffed, not understanding why tears had begun to pool up in your eyes. At the end of the day, Hyunjae meant nothing to you—you didn’t even consider him a friend.

After moments of experiencing what it was like to be suffocated by a tension so unbearable, you eventually found a way to ground yourself. 

“I can’t blame him, you know,” you whispered, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears. “We were angry. He just–...he needed an outlet, and at that time, that outlet happened to not be me, okay?”

Hyunjae stared at you, his mouth desperate to say something, anything, to make you see what he sees—a relationship that isn’t meant to be. That you didn’t deserve to be treated this way. Maybe you were no more than an acquaintance to him, but he knew you have always deserved better. 

“He isn’t someone worth fighting for.”

“And that’s none of your business,” you scowled.

“It isn’t right—”

“Stay in your fucking lane, Jae.”

Hyunjae clamped his mouth shut, and the sight of you completely breaking down tore him apart. Possibly it was all the years you spent together growing up, constantly arguing, yet he knew he was always one to look out for you.

You sucked in a cheek, gnawing at it as your chest urged for you to forgive him, to apologize for lashing out without much notice, but in the end, you prioritized your pride over him.

Not only was Hyunjae’s persistence a stab to your heart, but you suspected that Kevin was the one who told him. By spilling your secrets, it was as if Kevin saw the knife that impaled you and yanked it out of your chest, causing you to bleed to your death.

“I’m done with this conversation,” you muttered, dropping the bag in your arms to the ground by his feet. Your plans had changed to you walking home alone, wanting nothing to do with the other two boys for the next hour or so.

When you turned around to walk away, you knew Hyunjae was going to try and say something. You knew him best whenever he was at his worst, so you spun around to face him for the last time that day to cut him off.

“Never fucking cross that line with me again, got it?”

And with that, you left. 

//

Kevin apologized to you the morning after.

He normally drove you to school, and you debated getting into his car when he showed up. Thankfully you chose to do otherwise because the second you stepped inside, Kevin was apologizing profusely. He talked about how anxious he was all night when Hyunjae told him what happened, and he wouldn’t have known what to do if you didn’t forgive him. Obviously you did, and the rest of the car ride was spent with him explaining his side of the story.

According to Kevin, he only told Hyunjae about how you got cheated on because it seemed like Hyunjae already knew. As Kevin recalled the whole scene, you two assessed the signs, such as how Hyunjae didn’t provide any sort of reaction when Kevin dropped the news. In fact, it had seemed like Hyunjae had brought it up to Kevin instead.

Regardless, it became the last of your worries because all that mattered was that you were back to being on good terms with your best friend.

But avoiding Hyunjae felt like lighting a match in the rain. 

It was your agonizing reality for the next two months, and although you could argue that you had gotten closer to your boyfriend during the supposed ‘Hyunjae Drought,’ you were still plagued with him being everywhere around you.

He was in all your classes, and you never truly processed the extent of how involved Hyunjae had always been throughout high school with you. You weren’t on the swim team, but you were stuck with him during meetings for both the broadcasting team and student council. 

Yet it all felt so different.

Unless he was called on, Hyunjae would talk much less unprovoked and would never look at you during meetings. When he would address the entire team, he would glance at you for a split second before looking elsewhere, no longer watching you like a hawk.

You had also gotten quieter because without Hyunjae to banter with, you recognized that you barely had friends in any of those classes either. 

There was no longer a fight between your flames, and you two kept as much distance as possible. You were thankful that there hadn’t been an instance that interrupted that, such as being forced to record more B-roll with him, and you could only hope that the rest of your senior year would remain the same. 

Then you would never have to see him in college.

Now you were back to being the mediocre student that faded into the background. People knew your name at best, but none have ever tried to become your friend aside from Kevin. No matter how involved you tried to get, the closest you were to anyone was a classmate. 

Hyunjae had always overshadowed you too, and for the first time in years, you were detached from his fumes—yet somehow, some way, the smoke from his fire would remain in your lungs, continuing to suffocate you even more than it had before. It didn’t give you that breath of fresh air of new friends or a better life; instead, it helped you realize that you didn’t matter. It was a miracle that you even scored Jiwoong as your boyfriend.

But then that begged the question: why did Hyunjae bother spending his time ridiculing you?

From the very beginning, you had always meant something to him, and you couldn’t pinpoint how or why. When there was no competition in academics, he treated it as if there was. Every time you ranted, he would listen, whether it be about him or something else. Even when you talked about how your chicken from the cafeteria was burnt, he would give you his own before calling you stupid for not noticing until you sat down.

He never shrugged you off like you were nothing or shut you down because your emotions were invalid. He entertained you each time with ease, and most importantly, he knew when to respect your boundaries. Hyunjae was probably the most mindful person you knew and could often tell when you were distressed or needed another form of reaction from him.

He knew when to stop.

Yet when it came to the one instance involving Jiwoong, he crossed the line multiple times. Why?

“Hyunjae isn’t here today.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t show up for a single class.”

Kevin watched you play with your food with a fork, rolling the cold, barely spherical peas around and into the stale rice.

“That’s not like him,” he replied.

“Yeah.”

“I wonder why.”

“I wonder too.” 

After the driest possible conversation in existence, you sighed and dropped your fork into your tray.

“I need to stop forgetting to pack myself lunch. This shit makes me lose my appetite, I swear. We should call the police and tell them the food they’re serving is illegal and a disgrace to this country.” 

“Keep it away before I lose my appetite too.” 

You didn’t react nor respond to what Kevin said, letting the conversation rot as you pouted at your food. The cafeteria was unusually louder today, making it easier to space out into thought.

Kevin took out his sandwich with a wide grin and started eating, grateful he never had to deal with what the school was feeding thanks to his mom, but eventually his eyes shifted over to you. You were unmoving with your gaze locked onto an empty spot on the table, so after moments of debating between asking you what’s wrong and ignoring you to devour his lunch, he opted to set his sandwich aside and stared straight at you.

“Why are you thinking about him?”

That was enough to garner your attention, your head snapping up to stare at your best friend like he was the craziest person you knew for mentioning Hyunjae, much less suggesting that your mind was wrapped around him.

“What?”

“Hyunjae. With his perfect attendance, a day without him should be a blessing, yet you brought up how he didn’t show up today and then moped harder than anyone I’ve ever seen mope. You should be over the moon, dancing on the tables and stealing people’s food, not-...” Kevin waved a finger at you, “whatever this is. You seem out of it.”

“Well it’s not because of Hyunjae, I’ll tell you that,” you snorted. Your eyes fell back down to your tray, and the more you looked at it, the more nauseous you got. You scrunched your nose. “If anything, it’s probably because of this shit food.”

Kevin rolled his eyes before tearing his sandwich into halves. You perked at the sight and ogled the half Kevin taunted you with. You were about to thank him and take it into your possession before Kevin jerked back his arm, making you whine.

“Throw away your food, then I’ll give you it.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. As Kevin returned to his delicious, most scrumptious, packed lunch you had ever seen, you picked up your tray and walked it to the nearest trash can. As you dropped the whole thing inside, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around to check to see who it was and smiled at the sight of Eunseo waving at you. You wouldn’t consider her a good friend, but you knew her well enough since she was the vice president of the student council.

She ran over to you with a stack of paper in her arms, relieved to have caught you. 

“Y/N, hi! I’m so glad I found you. I was scared I wouldn’t because of how packed it is.”

She flashed you her usual glowing smile, and you noticed that she was a bit more giddy than usual, making you question why she was choosing to talk to you in the first place. All your conversations normally took place before, during, and after student council meetings, so this was slightly out of character.

“What’s up?” you asked. As you looked at her, you noticed how her outfit was slightly more put together than it normally was. She had on a cute top that suited her chest perfectly and a skirt that you had never seen her wear. 

“Your outfit’s really cute today.”

“Really?!” Her bright demeanor then faded into concern. “Wait, is it too noticeable or out of the blue? Is it bad?”

“No, no. Not at all!” you reassured. “It’s just the right amount of perfect.”

“Great! God, that means the world coming from you. It’s because!...” She stopped to glance around, making sure that no one was eavesdropping, before taking a step closer to whisper. “It’s because I was finally asked out on a date by my crush!”

She could barely contain her excitement, holding back a squeal with her bottom lip latched between her teeth. Her sunshine-like energy made you grin.

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re making progress.” Your eyebrows pinched as you tried to recall the last time Eunseo had updated you about her crush. “You’ve been pining after him for so long—whoever ‘him’ is, anyway.”

The question of who Eunseo liked had always gone unanswered. She never told anyone, not even the ones who knew her best, but she loved gushing about her mystery crush to everyone she knew. All people really knew, you included, was how down bad she was.

A part of you wondered if it was someone you knew—someone pretty like Juyeon or well-known like…Hyunjae.

“Oh, I wish I could tell you, and maybe I will if things go really well and we become official!” She squealed and hopped in her spot, unable to resist giving you a half-hug with her free arm. “This is so exciting, Y/N!”

“I’m really happy for you.” Your smile was genuine until you thought about why she was looking for you, starting to doubt that she called you over just so she could tell you about her date. 

“I’ll let you know how it goes, swear. But! That aside, I also have something for you.”

You knew it.

Your brows raised, and when you didn’t catch on, she gestured to the papers in her arms with guilt.

“I know this is kind of a dick move, and I’m really really sorry, but I promised to put up fliers for prom today. My date is right after my last class.” Her frown had deepened, and for a split second, you found yourself sympathizing with her because who wanted to let down such a cheerful personality, especially when this was life-changing for her?

“So you want me to do it?”

“Exactly! Please, that would be great. It shouldn’t take too long, too.”

You thought about how you would have to give up an evening of playing on your switch or extra time to study for an upcoming exam, but you knew it was your duty as secretary to help out whenever needed.

Not to mention that it would also make you a decent friend not to hold Eunseo back from her soon-to-be love life despite her poor date planning. If you were in her shoes, you would have wanted her to do the same for you too.

“Sure,” you accepted. “Why not?”

“You’re the best, seriously!” She handed you the fliers as she began to fill you in on the extra details.

“I already told Mr. Barajas that I wasn’t feeling well and that you were going to do it, so he said it all worked out and to not worry about it,” she rambled, happy to give the extra weight (both literally and metaphorically) to you. “I just printed these out, so everything should be perfect to go. Oh, and don’t worry about any extras! Just set them on Barajas’s desk when you’re finished. Hyunjae will also be in 142 with tape ready for you.”

The mention of the forbidden name nearly made every cell in your body halt. 

“What?”

Eunseo tilted her head at you, confused, before finally realizing.

“Oh crap, I forgot! I’m so sorry, I really did forget you guys weren’t on good terms. I hope it’s okay that he’s helping you out. I mean, he’s supposed to, but it was meant for him and me to do it together, not you two, so…God, I’m really sorry Y/N.”

Before you could even react to the newfound information, she continued.

“I really have to go now. Thank you again! I promise I’ll make it up to you!” And with her rosy pink cheeks and a stunning shade of red on her lips, she basically skipped away and waved goodbye to you with a smile, so you reciprocated it with an awkward one of your own. 

When she turned her back, your smile immediately dropped and you sighed heavily.

“Have fun on your date,” you mumbled, your eyes falling to fliers in your arms. As you skimmed the one on top, you noticed it was to promote going to prom while also including a big QR code to vote for who should be your school’s prom king and queen. You expected it since it was the last meeting’s topic of discussion, but what you weren’t aware of was who were listed as nominees.

There were eight names listed under ‘Prom Court,’ and while you expected Hyunjae’s, Eunseo’s, and your boyfriend’s names on it, your jaw nearly hit the ground at the sight of your own. 

//

With every passing class period, your anxiety would kick up a notch.

The dread of talking to the face you had been avoiding for two months engulfed you, and it caused you to develop the urge to ditch your current class to go hunt for Jacob, the student council’s historian. You wanted nothing more than to dump the stack of fliers into his arms, and knowing Jacob, he wouldn’t ask any questions. Hell, you were certain that if you asked him nicely, he would do it for you because of how naturally sweet and endearing he was.

But the guilt of ditching your secretary duties kept picking at your skin, and besides, all you had to do was treat Hyunjae like a colleague. That should be easy, right?

As you suffered through the last few minutes of class and your teacher’s incessant ramblings about the upcoming exam, your thoughts drifted over to what would happen the moment you stepped into room 142.

Hyunjae hadn’t shown up to a single class all day, yet he was expected to set up fliers after school. As your thoughts snowballed, you arrived at the baseless conclusion that maybe Eunseo wasn’t aware that Hyunjae was absent today, therefore someone else (like Jacob) would take over. 

Suddenly, your back had straightened with feigned interest in your teacher’s last few words. Something about Jacob being there instead of Hyunjae had excited you; it felt like you were free and that the universe was listening to your prayers. The gamble of seeing whether it would be Hyunjae or Jacob (or literally anyone else) had your right leg bouncing, eyes on the clock, and when the bell rang, you shot up from your seat, backpack over your shoulders and fliers in your arms, before dashing out of the classroom.

You sped down the hallway to 142, Mrs. Zhang’s room for Chemistry, bug-eyed, before having your delusions crushed at the sight of Hyunjae’s stupidly large height leaning against one of the counters. Your feet stood glued to the ground by the doorway, your eyes locked onto him. 

Covered from head to toe in sweats, Hyunjae was immersed in whatever was on his phone, scrolling through something as his brown curls peeked out from inside his hood. Without any hint of him acknowledging your presence, your shattered hopes slowly began to rebuild.

Maybe if you were quiet enough, you could sneak out with the tape and do everything on your own, avoiding him at all. Actually, scratch that. You didn’t even need the tape. All you had to do was go to another teacher’s room, steal their tape for half an hour, and then return it with ease.

The plan was effortless, and you mentally smacked your forehead for not thinking of it earlier. Right as you were about to execute it, your backpack slammed against the doorframe as you turned on your heels. 

“Nice try.”

You groaned out of embarrassment (and slight pain) and forced yourself to turn around. Hyunjae’s phone was now face down on the counter, and his arms were crossed over his abdomen. His face remained stoic as his eyes met yours, wielding a tension you didn’t recognize.

Now that you could properly look at him, you noticed a few details that you hadn’t before, such as the small tear on his lower lip and the bandaid on his cheekbone. If you looked long enough, you could catch light patches of purple across his skin, and the sight hindered all your thoughts, your brain too occupied with piecing together how he ended up like this. 

“What happened?” you blurted, your gaze shooting up from his lips to his eyes.

Hyunjae staggered at your suddenty, but he managed to keep himself stilled, his brows pinching. 

“What do you mean?”

Even if Hyunjae didn’t mean to, his question became an invitation for your unfiltered thoughts to spill out of your mouth.

“You didn’t show up for any of our classes today,” you began, “but now you’re here? For some stupid fliers? You’re barely dressed properly like you normally are, your hair isn’t straightened, you look pale, Jae, and what’s up with the bruises or the bandaid on your cheek–”

“Are you seriously psychoanalyzing me?” he asked with a scoff. There was no humor in his tone. Instead, it looked as if he was irritated, perhaps even more than you were. 

Hyunjae barely met your eyes, and his arms closed himself off from you. 

“What–?”

“You’re evaluating me like I’m some sort of lab project, Y/N.”

“No, no I’m not,” you rejected. “I’m just saying things are a little off.” You kept your eyes firm on his, even as he pushed himself off the counter with his phone and made his way over to you. “And you know, you really can’t blame me for being somewhat worried when one, you don’t show up, and two, you look like a whole mess—”

“Just hand over the fliers—” he interrupted, gritting his teeth as he outstretched his arm in your direction. You dodged him by turning your body 180 degrees and stood your ground.

“What happened?” you repeated, this time more firmly.

Hyunjae looked at you, a blank expression on his face, before turning back around to grab the roll of tape left on the teacher’s desk. When he returned, he shoved it into your arms while simultaneously stealing half the stack. You protested with an exclaimed ‘Hey!’ yet he didn’t bat an eye and skimmed over the contents of the flier on top.

Bothered by his lack of response, you frowned and made sure to block the doorway, refusing to let him leave until you received answers.

“Why are you acting like this? Pretending that I’m not even—”

“I’ll do upstairs, you do downstairs,” he muttered.

“Did you get into a fight? Why weren’t you here today? Why are you here now—”

“You’d think you’d know,” he finally answered, pushing past you like you weighed none less than a feather.

Your brain had fully malfunctioned at that point, unable to decipher what he meant as Hyunjae walked off to the nearest staircase. As his footsteps echoed down the hall, you thought about what he was implying yet came to no resolution. Did he assume that you were caught up in your school’s latest gossip? Or that you were the main admin for his biggest fan page on Instagram?

The idea made you snort, and you scowled bitterly at his childish attitude. It wasn’t like you were a complete stranger intruding on his personal life—hell, you felt like you deserved an explanation because of how you were forced to do this with him. 

As you stormed off past the remaining lingering students to the nearest bulletin board, you questioned how you were going to do this on your own. 

You had put up fliers countless times in the past few years yet never alone. Luckily, you had a general idea of where the fliers should go when it came to the school’s hallways, but as you approached your first destination, you struggled with ripping off pieces of tape while holding the stack at the same time. It would’ve been easier with a partner by your side, one who either did the tape ripping or placing of the fliers, but you weren’t desperate enough to fall into the role of a helpless princess in need of her pretty (useless) prince. 

After some trial and error, you found a method that consisted of setting the stack on the ground occasionally so you could rip off pieces of tape. Then you would slap said pieces of tape onto your wrist, having them readily available as you put up a few fliers at a time.

Although slightly time-consuming, it was working well and kept you at a steady pace until you heard crashing footsteps behind you from afar. Without paying any mind to it, you bit back your curiosity in order to focus on the wall in front of you, but then you made the mistake of taking a step back, bumping into the person who was sprinting. 

You lost your balance and fell forward before catching yourself shortly after. However, the fliers had already flown out of your arms, scattering across and down the long hallway.

Ready to curse out the offender for running down the hallway, you were surprised when you saw that it was Eunseo behind you, pouring out apologies while a loopy grin was smacked onto her face.

You steadied your anger and told her it was okay, getting down onto your knees to collect all the fliers. Her ‘sorry’s could only go so far with her smeared lipstick, a dazed gaze, and her hair holding the mold to someone else’s (presumably her crush’s) hands in them, but you still excused her, knowing that she was over the moon right now.

“It’s okay, Eunseo, I promise.” You forced out a chuckle as you crawled to scavenge for the ones that flew a few feet away.

“I really didn’t mean to,” she pouted, but it was shortly followed up with bubbly giggles. “God, Y/N, can you believe this? Oh, it’s going so well! I think I love him, I do.”

“Good for you,” you grumbled, hoping that she didn’t hear it as you continued to move down the hallway, hating how far the fliers had escaped from you. You also hated how she just stood there without intent on helping you at all. 

“I have to really go now. Got volleyball practice soon, but I think I’m seeing him tomorrow too!” She waved you goodbye.

And just like that, she continued running off. 

You stared at how you were only able to collect half the mess, hating how Eunseo had somehow managed to delay you even further from being in the comfort of your bed. You were also salty at how her date was taking place at the school, wishing she could’ve dragged him around while she taped stuff up before getting dick-downed of some sort.

Deciding that she and her business weren’t worth your time, you continued to pick everything up as quickly as you could, wanting nothing more than to go home.

When you finally finished collecting every last flier, you were prepared to get back into the groove of things before feeling your phone vibrate in the side pocket of your backpack. Wondering if it was something important, you took it out and beamed at the idea of it being a new message from Jiwoong.

Dating him felt like falling in love with him all over again whenever he texted. Your heart would pound in your chest when you thought about him and explode whenever he gave you his attention and time. You were addicted to him, especially knowing that he was yours after liking him since middle school.

So to say you were disappointed was far worse than an understatement. It was from a number you hadn’t saved yet always recognized and undoubtedly remembered by heart.

Of course it was Hyunjae.

You had Hyunjae’s phone number due to previous class projects and group chats, but you had never once saved it because you thought he was undeserving of being a contact in your phone. Nonetheless, with how the years have passed and how much his number infiltrates every group chat you were in, it was only fair that your brain had unintentionally memorized all ten digits.

The message he sent consisted of him saying that he was done with the fliers, and you rolled your eyes. Even after the way he treated you earlier, he still chose to let you know and brag about how fast he was. 

You shoved your phone away vigorously, ready to return to your slapping-fliers-on-walls duty, before perking at the sound of footsteps behind you once more.

Automatically assuming it was Eunseo or another student staying after for a club or sport, you were stunned when you heard his voice. 

“You’re not even halfway yet?”

In no fucking universe are you turning around; not for him.

“Go gloat somewhere else,” you snapped. The next flier you taped up was nearly slammed onto the wall, but Hyunjae was left unphased by your sudden outburst. He stood next to you and remained quiet, even when you left to place the next flier a few feet away on the opposite wall.

When he didn’t follow, you sighed out of relief, yet somehow you couldn’t help but peek at him, eyeing his hands that were tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. He was staring straight at the lopsided flier you had put up, and when you decided you had enough of peering at him, he was back by your side.

 “What are you doing?” you grumbled. He was the one who pushed you away, yet now here he was, glued to your side like how he was two months ago. 

“You’re taking too long.”

“I had a mishap,” you explained, “but that’s none of your concern.” The lines on your forehead bunched up, and you waved him off, bending down to place the stack on the ground. Figuring it wasn’t weird at all, you continued your method of ripping off pieces of tape and slapping it onto your wrist.

And Hyunjae was totally judging.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Just go home.”

Despite being on the ground and sitting on your heels, you could physically feel the heat on the back of your head due to his eyes burning a hole into your skull, and for a split second, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I can do it myself,” you explained. 

“What are you even doing?” 

“Can you just go?” You picked up the stack once again as you rose to your feet, doing your best to avoid whatever look was on Hyunjae’s face. He was probably stifling a laugh or keeping his expression smug, but when you did cave and peek, his face was still solemn, his eyes on your wrist with concern.

“You’re struggling.”

“Thank you for your observation, Mr. Obvious,” you retorted.

“Let me do it.”

Taken aback, you whipped your head over to his direction.

“You’re kidding.”

“You don’t even want to be here,” he reasoned through gritted teeth. “Just go, and you can thank me later.”

“Thank you?!” Appalled at his audacity, you couldn’t help but laugh out of disbelief. “Seriously, Hyunjae? You want me to thank you for stealing my job? Again? You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Because you can’t take any criticism ever, or in this case, any form of help, so just let me do it.”

Hyunjae was eerily calm about the whole ordeal, his energy far from matching yours.

“I do take help,” you refuted. “I just don’t take yours, and neither do I need it, too.”

“You’re so goddamn stubborn.” And within a blink of an eye, he had managed to snatch the stack of fliers from you. 

“Hey!” you yelled, feeling as if it was deja vu from earlier (you really needed to step up your defense), and reached out to take them back, but he was quick to turn his body, shielding them from you.

“Give me the tape and go,” he urged, emotionless. The Hyunjae in front of you now was someone you truly didn’t recognize because the Hyunjae you knew would have made fun of you and held the fliers above your head, teasing you for being so weak.

Yet he stood still, creating a barrier between you and the duty that was forced upon you. You didn’t want to be here anyway, yet you were so insistent on making sure Hyunjae wasn’t stealing your work again. You weren’t incapable, and you hated how he always managed to be faster.

Even now, he was miles away from being playful with you, and yet he still had a way to shove it in your face.

“Hyunjae, I swear—”

“Give me the tape, and you can run off to your little boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance.” 

Your lips parted at his words, eyes wide as you worked to comprehend his words. You questioned how he knew about Jiwoong’s whereabouts, how he knew that Jiwoong was waiting and that you didn’t, but knowing that he was serious, you reluctantly gave up and dropped the roll of tape on the ground, forcing him to pick it up. 

You were sick of constantly arguing with him, and even if he was lying about Jiwoong, at least you would be away from Hyunjae. There was no point in fighting for your dignity anymore, not when Hyunjae’s narcissism was insufferable.

By walking away with heavy and quick strides, you hoped he felt humiliated by how poorly he was treating you—how he had always treated you like this.

As much as you wanted it to be true, you hoped Hyunjae was lying just so you had more evidence against his self-absorbed and shitty personality, but alas, you found Jiwoong standing precisely where Hyunjae said he was.

Regardless, all stress and frustrations had lifted from your being, and you called out to your boyfriend with a smile that would make your cheeks ache in minutes. 

“Woong!” You waved your hands with a small bounce in your steps as you rushed over to him.

Your boyfriend’s head shot up, surprised to see you. His utter shock quickly switches to one of sheer happiness, tucking his device away before opening his arms for you.

“Hey, baby!”

You tossed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tight after pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“What are you doing here?” With your face in his neck, your voice came out muffled, and it made Jiwoong laugh.

“Had to stay after to discuss my grades with a teacher, then I decided to stay back a bit for you.” He cooed and kissed the top of your head, holding you incredibly close. When you pulled back, his hands had moved from behind your backpack to your hips instead, holding them as you stared up at him.

“You were waiting for me?” you asked, eyes wide with stars in them.

“Of course I was, baby.” 

You were radiating, feeling happier than ever. The last time you saw Jiwoong was a week ago, and with your clashing schedules, you two very rarely get the opportunity to make plans. Your hands rested atop his shoulders, and when he pulled you in for a kiss, you smiled.

But then it fell.

Something felt off.

//

If someone were to inquire Hyunjae about who his heart belonged to, your name would be his answer—whether he intended to say it or not. 

Hyunjae had always been considered the school’s favorite. His intelligence may not be up to par with others, but his authority was what made him a prominent member of your high school. Some blame it on his looks, but most were aware enough to know that wasn’t the case.

Hyunjae knew how to think on his feet, and his problem-solving skills outwitted everyone within his grade level. Reaching tranquillity had never been an issue for him, allowing him to be levelheaded while making decisions. He emitted an aura that made classmates truly listen to him and the ideas he shared, and overall, it made him a great contender to lead every group and organization he was in. 

Additionally, Hyunjae’s heart was what won over most people. His lack of vulnerability seemed to be his only flaw, but it was an obstacle he could overlook when it came to empathizing with others. By actively being involved in the community through volunteering and holding fundraisers, everyone could recognize Hyunjae’s devotion to hope for humanity. 

All these traits were what led Hyunjae up onto the pedestal and the public eye, a household name for all families in the district. Titles and awards naturally gravitated towards him throughout the years, resulting in him winning the vote as president of your school’s student council and enough scholarships to provide him a full ride at most universities.

It was safe to say that competition against Lee Hyunjae was sparse, and you were no different. 

Your grades would teeter around his standard, hence how you two collectively ended up in the same classes, but aside from that, you had nothing else that could compare to what he was capable of.

Except for one thing; your fury.

There was an inferno inside you at all times, and instead of your body shielding off your heart with steel, people around you would come to find out that your heart was the reason for that large blaze of fire, possessing a passion unlike any other. 

Hyunjae had never once seen a peer with as much fight as you. It was a trait only you encapsulated, one that you weren’t afraid to express. You stood up for yourself and your beliefs, and it was easy to pick fights with him when he had been troubling you from the very moment you two were assigned to sit next to each other in seventh-grade algebra. 

Hyunjae yearned for you ever since, his only want being your attention. You gave him the drive to succeed in high school and thrive in his senior year, and he was positive that he wouldn’t be doing this well without a reason to show off in front of you. He wanted your praise, your acknowledgment, but he loved the chase the most. 

Unfortunately, that was the exact reason he ended up here.

The chase was what made him fall for every part of you, wanting nothing more than your lips on his and the ability to have you by his side at all times, but it was also what landed you with your current boyfriend.

It was like his life was a video game with God giving him the hardest difficulty setting by making sure you were obsessed with someone undeserving of all that he wanted. There wasn’t even a chance of you two possibly being friends in your eyes. Meanwhile, Hyunjae would argue that you two had more chemistry than any other couple in your class, but that hope was crushed, shredded, and stomped on when he found out you still devoted your love to Jiwoong.

Regardless, it didn’t change who you were as a person. Your heart was still just as large and beautiful, and your drive to succeed hadn’t lessened. The bickering never faltered, and it wasn’t like Hyunjae was opposed whenever you expressed disgust at the thought of him being turned on because of you (and that was because he found the idea of you thinking about him hot—yes, his expectations were that low). 

So it was why after two months of almost zero to no contact, you treating him as if those months didn’t exist created the largest dilemma he had ever faced. He spent the next week thinking about your intentions and why you seemed to care so much, specifically right after when Hyunjae had willed himself to believe that he meant jackshit to you. You effortlessly toyed with his heart, leaving him in everlasting misery, while you seemed to do completely fine.

What was a typical and ideal lifestyle for you was a nightmare and tormenting hellhole for Hyunjae. He didn’t just crave the warmth and comfort from your undying flames.

He wanted to burn.

Insanity engulfed him on the days spent without you, leaving him to wonder why you had to make things extensively worse by pointing out his absence or how he had put less effort into his hair. Why did it seem like the concern you expressed was genuine? Why pretend that you cared for him as much as he cared for you?

He was going insane—so insane that he drove to a college party with three other friends in his sedan on a Wednesday night. 

It was being held by a fraternity he and his friends were far more than familiar with thanks to Jongin, an upperclassman he met in his sophomore year and remained friends with since then. The beginning of the senior year marked the origin of parties and hook-ups in weak sporadic attempts to get over you. 

At this rate, Hyunjae could argue that he was more experienced than half of the current college freshmen class. Getting girls in bed was the easiest part; the hardest part was forgetting about you. From what was a method created to move on from you became one that prepared him for when you wanted sex with him. 

But with your constant longing for Jiwoong, Hyunjae made sure that this party would be different.

Although accustomed to having sex with various women, Hyunjae had never been one to drink. This was a fact about him that raised brows, specifically Jongin’s when he first tried urging Hyunjae with a drink, but tonight he vowed to change that. He was normally their designated driver, but when Hyunjae informed Sangyeon of his plan, the elder was more than delighted to remain sober so Hyunjae could get a taste of alcohol.

“Hey, man! It’s about time!” Jongin exclaimed the instant he found out about Hyunjae’s willingness to drink, pulling a fresh bottle out of the cooler specifically for his friend.

“That’s what I told him!” Sangyeon projected his voice over the music, giving Hyunjae a supportive pat on the back.

Hyunjae rolled his eyes at his friends’ remarks and thanked Jongin for the beer, hanging around by the counter as the three conversed and caught up. The two laughed at the way Hyunjae’s face scrunched up at the taste, Sangyeon shoving him lightly with the claim that Hyunjae was being overdramatic. 

With his earlier mindless decision of tossing on a mesh long-sleeve shirt over his black tank top, Hyunjae had attracted another partygoer by his side momentarily after his first sip. She wrapped her arms around one of his and inserted herself into the conversation with hopes of getting Hyunjae in bed by the end of the night, and crazily enough, he considered it for a moment before feeling his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

Normally it would be something he’d ignore, but it remained persistent, signifying that he was receiving a call. He didn’t know who would be calling at this hour—well, aside from Minghao and his usual complaints about Hyunjae partying as a high schooler on a school night. 

After setting the glass down on the counter to grab his phone, any urgency to intoxicate himself as quickly as possible vanished the very second he saw your name glowing on his screen. With an awkward retraction of his arm and a forced cough, Hyunjae excused himself and answered the call.

“Hello?”

With music pounding inside his ear canals, it was expected that he couldn’t hear anything you were saying. He navigated through various crowds to reach the entrance of the house, his heart replicating the booming vibrations from the loudspeakers as he prayed that you wouldn’t hang up on him.

“Okay, I…I should be free now,” he stammered after stepping outside. The sudden stillness of Mother Nature was a drastic change from the party scene, coercing him to focus on his racing heartbeat and the anxiety accumulating in his tightening chest. He was breathing heavily, both from pushing through people in a rush and also because of you. 

You never failed to render him weak and helpless, leaving him like a puppy longing for their owner’s guidance.

There was a silence, but he could hear your gentle breaths hitting your phone.

“I need a ride.”

Hyunjae blinked, his body tensing up, as the many thoughts in his brain scrambled to make meaning of what you meant. However, it didn’t matter because you hung up shortly after, leaving him alone to revel in your words.

Your bluntness and suddenty made Hyunjae malfunction, his thoughts leading him to question if he had even heard you correctly. Rarely did you ever reach out to him, and what could you need him for? Especially after lashing out at him and ignoring him for two months? Of course, there was that one day a week ago when you two were forced to talk together, the day he was given a one-day suspension, but you two returned to treating each other like strangers like it was natural.

He stared at his phone in hopes of receiving more information, that you’d perhaps call again to reconfirm or say you had the wrong number. He felt like he was dreaming—that the person he had wanted for so long needed him for once, but he couldn’t help but also believe that this may be the beginning of another nightmare. 

But it was you, and Hyunjae was willing to risk it.

After checking his call logs to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, he rushed back into the fraternity house, thankful he didn’t proceed with drinking any more than he did. 

He found everyone exactly where he had left them (the girl included) and announced his departure. The girl made sure Hyunjae knew how disappointed she was, but that was his last concern as he grabbed the beer bottle and handed it to Sangyeon, giving him a pat on the back.

“Drink up and find an Uber.”

“No fucking way you’re leaving us this soon, man.” Jongin shook his head in disapproval, his forearms resting against the countertop.

“Another time, I promise, yeah?” Hyunjae started walking away, waving to them as his heart continued to thrum in his chest.

“He’s lying,” Sangyeon snorted, taking a swig before bidding Hyunjae a bitter goodbye. “You owe me!"

Hyunjae ran out of the house, his legs making quick and long strides as he ran to his parked car down the block. His newfound adrenaline made him think about what he was sacrificing to be with you. Was leaving the party and betraying his friends worth spending even a second with you? What if you were asking him to drive you and your boyfriend somewhere? Could his heart even deal with being used like that?

But as much as Hyunjae hated it, he knew he was making the right choice. The self-respect he had for himself was buried six feet deep beneath the surface of the earth when it came to you. 

God, he really hoped he wasn’t hallucinating.

For a split second, Hyunjae truly debated what he was doing after getting into his car. He was already driving, but he didn’t know where to go. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to send him a text with your location, and it was a place he was familiar with. 

It was a park that he often frequented as a kid since it resided by his old neighborhood, and he was thankful he knew exactly where to go because he knew he would’ve definitely crashed the car while pulling up your location on his GPS. Hyunjae was doubtful it was the alcohol in his system making his fingers shake and his mind uneasy. He blamed you for his hysteria, one that had developed over years of endless longing. 

Luckily the drive wasn’t long thanks to the roads being mainly void of other vehicles (and maybe he did speed a few times, but he considered it justified). Before pulling into the parking lot, he spotted a lone figure curled up on a nearby bench. A small weight had been lifted off of him, relieved it was just you, and he parked aimlessly while his eyes rested on you.

You seemed unphased by his added presence, your arms unmoving as they stayed wrapped around your legs. The bench you were sitting in was facing away from the parking lot, but with his headlights illuminating the view in front of you, you certainly had to know he was there. 

In an ideal world, Hyunjae would leave his car, join you by your side, and, if he was lucky, he’d pull you into his arms and hold you close against his chest. He wanted to be there for you in whatever way he could, but he ended up being a deer in headlights, too afraid to make the wrong move and lose you again.

He sat there for a minute, watching you, and as soon as he received the confidence to reach for the handle of his door, you were up on your feet. His fingers paused midair as he traced your movements, his arm eventually falling to his side as you approach his car. 

Despite how slow his mind was working, Hyunjae knew to unlock the car right as you opened it (he would’ve died out of embarrassment if he had forgotten), and neither of you greeted the other.

Without any explanation from you, Hyunjae refrained from staring at you like he normally would, but your outfit made it incredibly difficult. It wasn’t much, just an oversized long-sleeved shirt that reached your thighs, but it was far from the usual clothes he’d seen you wear, like jeans and a nice-fitting blouse. For a moment, he believed you had no pants on, but then he knocked some sense into himself, realizing that you were probably wearing shorts that were hidden.

While Hyunjae attempted to keep his composure and respect your boundaries, you were eyeing him shamelessly, once again analyzing every detail about him. Beads of sweat pooled up on the back of his neck, and his hair was straightened yet fuzzy. As your eyes trailed downwards, you noticed how the mesh hugged his biceps, catching every crease that defined his muscles. He was quiet, his index finger resting against his lips. 

Where did he even come from?

And why was he so quick to listen?

You held back your tongue from dumping out your thoughts, knowing your questions would end up unanswered like before. Your body instinctively rested against the divot between the car door and your seat, keeping your distance from Hyunjae. He was meant to be a stranger, perhaps someone you loathed, yet there was an odd comfort that encased you from him just sharing the same air as you.

You cleared your throat, turning your head to look away when he flinched and snapped his gaze towards you.

“Drive.”

Your demand was no louder than a whisper, but Hyunjae picked it up effortlessly and was already backing out.

“Where to?”

“Anywhere.” Hyunjae raised a brow at your answer, and you buried yourself further into his seat, directing your gaze out the door. “Just-...anywhere, Jae.”

The nickname had his throat tightening and his chest leaping, nodding in your direction as he drove on autopilot. With no destination in mind, he strolled through familiar roads, his fingers tapping against the wheel. 

You stayed silent, creating a tension that was unbearably thick, yet none of you felt the need to leave; neither of you wanted to leave the other, even if it meant having to deal with the looming elephant in the room (or in this case, Hyunjae’s car).

After spotting the recreational center from afar and its empty parking lot, he instinctively pulled in. There wasn’t a proper explanation for why he decided it’d make a great destination, especially when it was the place that created a rift in your relationship with him, but it felt right.

It was empty, open, and serene—a perfect place to stay as the moon shined.

Hyunjae stepped out of the car after parking in the middle of it, and when you didn’t follow, he moved to your side and opened the door. He was hesitant but took the risk of offering his hand to you, a warm, nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to know he was there to listen, to be there for you, because, Lord, he would hand you the world if he could.

“I’m not in the mood for walking,” you mumbled, but Hyunjae shook his head.

“We’re not going to walk, I promise.”

Your eyes flickered up to his briefly, skeptical of what he had planned, but ultimately caved. You ignored his hand, and he pulled it back with regret. When you stood there, your eyes on the sky, he closed the door behind you and guided you to the hood of his car.

Without a second thought, he sat on top of it and gestured for you to do the same.

“I sit here all the time. Helps me think.” He leaned back against his windshield, his hands holding the back of his head as he kept his eyes on the sky. When you didn’t move, he started to feel stupid, wondering if you two were better off in the car, but then you joined him. 

You copied his position, staring upwards as your hands rested over your abdomen. 

Hyunjae opted to keep to himself, deciding that he didn’t want to make this worse for the two of you. Instead, he fixated his thoughts on the stars in the sky.

There were only a few, but it was a rare sight due to the constant air pollution in your city, so he considered it a miracle. You, on the other hand, were spacing out in thought, and Hyunjae could tell through his occasional peeks. Without much control, his eyes started tracing down your arms. They then landed on where the hem of your shirt rested, now looking at your bare thighs.

Feeling as if he just reverted back to being the shyest virgin in the country, he gulped and immediately looked elsewhere, trying to get you off his mind despite you being right next to him. His racing heart was all that he could hear, and now he wondered if you could hear it too—if you knew how much you affected him.

And your voice broke the silence.

“How long have you known?”

Okay, maybe his brain did fall out of his skull because Hyunjae had no idea what you were talking about. He turned his head and caught how you stared up at the sky. Your eyes were glossy, holding the reflections of the whole galaxy within them. They sparkled, and for a beat, Hyunjae had forgotten your question, too infatuated with your beauty. 

His silence resulted in you turning your head, gaze meeting his, and that was when he noticed the tears.

“About Jiwoong and Eunseo.”

Your light, your flames, his burning desire; all were gone in a flash.

Your voice was delicate, and Hyunjae knew that with one move, he could break you.

Directing his gaze heavenward, Hyunjae sighed and brought his arms down to rest over his chest. Somehow he was able to feel all the pain you were experiencing, his heart twisting while his stomach churned and sloshed around in his body. He thought about how to respond as he chewed on the inside of his lip, questioning if he should answer at all to avoid hurting you.

But you asked, and as always, Hyunjae delivered.

“I don’t think I ever really knew until last week,” he explained, “but I could always tell.” Suddenly, the fight from a week ago had resurrected, and Hyunjae was forced to relive it all.

The hallways were empty when Hyunjae left the broadcasting room, a backpack strap slung over his shoulder while the other dangled behind him. He was in the middle of scrolling through his emails when he picked up on the sound of Jiwoong’s voice around the corner. 

His footsteps halted, and Hyunjae caught Jiwoong’s fatal words.

“How does tomorrow sound?”

Eunseo’s squeals followed after, and Hyunjae stood motionless.

At first, Hyunjae had no thoughts circulating in his brain, but after hearing their lips collide, he started coming up with solutions, such as interrupting or taking a video to send to you. Unfortunately, before he could act on either of them, he heard footsteps dashing off, practically skipping, as the two bidded one another goodbye. 

Hyunjae couldn’t pinpoint the reasoning behind his upcoming actions, but he knew how to describe how he felt. 

Anger was the first and only emotion to surge up within him, his fingers instinctively balling up into fists. His muscles had tightened while a forest fire ran rampant through his veins, causing his blood to boil. 

Then with quick strides, Hyunjae shoved his phone away and made a sharp turn around the corner, tossing his backpack on the ground after spotting Jiwoong against the lockers. The latter had a dazed look on his face, his lips curled into a smirk as he typed away on his phone, but that was changed once he looked up at the sound of Hyunjae’s backpack crashing against the ground in front of him.

There wasn’t a second in between Jiwoong’s face of surprise and Hyunjae’s arm being raised, and before Jiwoong could react, Hyunjae’s fist had slammed into his jaw. 

It was a blur from there, but Hyunjae knew he had won even after authorities dragged him off Jiwoong’s body. He had received a few jabs in return, but it was nothing compared to the black eye Hyunjae gave him.

The fact that Jiwoong managed to cover it up with makeup the day after was a miracle, and no one in the school knew about the fight since it happened after school. Hyunjae wanted it to stay that way, but a selfish, cruel part of him wished that everyone knew how sick your boyfriend was.

Well, now he was unsure if he was still your boyfriend. 

Hyunjae turned his head back towards you, his cheek meeting the cold metal of his car.

You pursed your lips at his response and nodded slowly. If it were any other day, you wouldn’t have believed him. There was no universe where you’d choose to listen to Hyunjae over Jiwoong, but after a week of investigating and getting your head out of your ass, you found out on your own terms, and all the pieces made sense.

“I didn’t mean to.”

Hyunjae’s voice jerked you out of your thoughts, and as you adjusted to look back at him, you were surprised to still find him staring at you.

“I’m not a violent person, Y/N,” he whispered, an enduring hope lingering in his eyes. He wanted you to believe him, and for once, you did; you truly understood the man you hated most.

“I know, Jae.”

Hyunjae eased at your words, and the two of you fell back into a more comfortable yet aching silence. His fingers drummed against his abdomen, and after a while, he got sick of looking at the same four stars, so he closed his eyes, focusing on enjoying the light breeze instead. His heart was still racing, but it was less alarming. Regardless, he hated knowing that he potentially contributed to how much you were hurting right now.

Maybe if he had done something to prevent it earlier, whether it be telling you as soon as he found out or keeping completely out of your business so you could live in bliss, or, if he wasn’t so scared, he could’ve asked you to be his far before Jiwoong had. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed much, but Hyunjae would never know since he never tried, and now he was going to beat himself over it because now you’re devastated over losing your boyfriend and it was potentially his faul—

You laughed.

Hyunjae snapped his head towards you, his brows raised at your sudden change in mood—but it wasn’t the type of laugh he expected. Your laugh was one filled with pain, and he watched you shake your head, trying to refuse the tears that were rapidly welling up in your eyes once more. You sniffed and wiped the tears away with the back of your hand, choosing to look in the opposite direction because the last thing you wanted was for Hyunjae to see you vulnerable.

“It’s stupid,” you murmured. “This entire thing is stupid. I’m so fucking dumb.”

His lips parted to interject, to tell you that you were, in fact, ‘not dumb,’ but he clamped his mouth shut, knowing that his words probably wouldn’t help. From what he’d learned in the past, you liked it least when he tried telling you otherwise, no matter the situation. 

“I should’ve known. I did know. The whole world knew. Even you knew, but it makes me think, was Eunseo just flocking around, flaunting to everyone that she had a crush on my boyfriend and managed to win him over? I just—I…I don’t know-...” You paused to catch your breath, beginning to choke on your tears as your chest shook, “I don’t know what I did wrong, you know?”

You shut your eyes, allowing the pain to engulf you. You knew fully well that your punishment was to deal with the pain, but you felt like you didn’t deserve it—that you deserved none of this. Why was this a penalty for being in love?

It was humiliating having everyone witness the reality you shielded from yourself, choosing hope and love over the truth. 

“I just never felt more stupid in my life, and I feel even more stupid knowing that I still love him.”

Hyunjae sucked in his lips, gnawing on them as he bit back all his feelings, from his brain shredding to his heart weeping.

“I love him so much that I would let him do it to me all over again because I keep thinking he’d be better. I know he can be better, so why-...It’s just- Why do I do this to myself?”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks, each one leaving behind a trail for others to fall. They started pouring out of you rapidly, soon sobbing at the heart-wrenching pain of being betrayed by everyone in your life, Hyunjae included, because why, out of everyone, was he here for you when he should be the last person who cared?

You always wanted Hyunjae to be the antagonist of your life story, to have him as your biggest enemy and threat, so why was everyone else but him hurting you? Why was the villain of your fantasy taking the role of your knight in shining armor?

And yet, as much as it pained Hyunjae to process all your emotions, his mind wasn’t running correctly; he had you alone for the first time in months. He wanted nothing more than to pull you in his arms and whisper words of comfort in your ears, knowing you deserved it more than anyone, but he also wanted to shake you awake and slap you out of your misery, praying that you’d forget about Jiwoong; that right now, you being vulnerable was his chance to swoop in, to set whatever you wanted him to into flames, as long as if it meant you’d end up okay. 

You sat up because if you lied down any longer, you would’ve started drowning in your own tears. Your sleeves were soaked, and he sat up alongside you, figuring that he should do something about it.

Hyunjae got back onto his feet and stood in front of you. He barely knew what he was doing, but that didn’t stop him from replacing your sleeves with his cold, clammy hands over your cheeks. There wasn’t a time that Hyunjae could recall where he had been this gentle with someone, and when you didn’t push him away, he tilted your head up to look at him.

Even with tears running down your cheeks, you looked angelic as ever. 

Each droplet mirrored a star from the sky, and your eyes sparkled as they stayed locked on his.

“Take me,” you whispered, and Hyunjae’s whole world stopped. 

“...What?” Hyunjae had only intended to wipe your tears away with the pads of his hands, perhaps whisper something along the lines of him being here for you for the night (and the rest of his life, let’s be honest), yet your first words were—no, he had to have been hallucinating.

Your hands trembled as they reached for his wrist, and although you were severely broken, the grip your fingers created was firm.

“Please.”

Like a moth to a flame, Hyunjae admired how pretty you looked, your lips plump and eyes wide, and he wanted nothing more than to take you into his backseat and treat you the way he’d always wanted to, especially after hearing your pleas, but he knew better. You both knew better. 

“What exactly are you implying?” he asked, feeling like you had just inhaled all his oxygen and left him breathless. 

You released his wrist and opted to hold onto his sleeve, tugging on it as you tried to get him to understand you.

“I want it to hurt, Jaehyun.”

Your tears were gone, and there was a hint of dominance in your tone that would’ve had him dropped to his knees in front of you. You were also one of the very few who resorted to calling him Jae, and now his actual name. He favored Hyunjae, but after hearing ‘Jaehyun’ from your lips, his preference had completely made a turnaround. 

But Hyunjae worked to collect his thoughts, fully aware that this was wrong and he’d have to be the bigger person here. As much as he hated himself for giving up the perfect opportunity to have the girl of his dreams, he couldn’t ignore the large concern over your current mental state.

“You’re not thinking straight, Y/N,” he reasoned softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, and for a second, Hyunjae swore he felt the alcohol kicking in—or perhaps it was you instead. The thought of being able to have you right now, to touch you and press his hands over your skin, to have you as his for just this night, was so intoxicating that he was seconds away from foaming at the mouth.

“I don’t need to think straight. I don’t want to think at all.”

Everything felt hotter and tighter, but he kept his composure, though with his eyes dropping to your begging lips and then your delicate fingers, he knew he was beginning to lose whatever was left of his sanity. 

But he also knew you were using him; you had to be. There was no other explanation. It was only minutes ago when you professed how you continued to feel about Jiwoong—that your heart still belonged to him, and Hyunjae was allowed nowhere near it. He was your backup, your second option, yet that happened to be better than nothing, right?

Especially when he could have you right here, right now. 

“You’re using me.”

Your expression didn’t falter.

“Then say no. Make us go back into your car and drive me home.” Your hand dropped from holding onto his sleeve but that was so you could wrap your arms around his neck, slowly bringing yourself closer to him. His cheeks were flushed as his mind flooded with possibilities of what could happen. Never had you ever wanted him, and he’d been dreaming of a moment like this for years. Your tear-stained cheeks, your pouty red lips—he wanted all of you.

“But you won’t,” you whispered, your breath hitting his skin. Your eyes landed on his lips, now craving him as much as he craved you. You needed a release, an outlet, to justify Jiwoong being better than Hyunjae. Hyunjae was worse in every way possible, and you wanted him to prove that to you. “You’d do anything I’d say, wouldn’t you?”

“What makes you say that?” Little did you know Hyunjae was crumbling inside, completely melting as his fingers grew weak at the idea of your lips on his. His hands, although wary, traveled to your waist, feeling your curves before trailing his hands down to your hips to grip them.

“You love me, don’t you?”

His heart stuttered, all words caught up in his throat, but he knew there was no defending himself—not when he was practically drooling at every move you made; he was hyperaware of the hand playing with the hair on his nape, the way your lips nearly hovered over his, and how your tears glistened under the moonlight.

His entire existence was confirmation of your words, and you knew it.

“You’d do anything for me, Jae. What’s stopping you now?”

There was a stillness as you two stared at one another. He swallowed and pulled slightly back.

He knew better.

“You don’t want me.” He was brokenhearted, a part of him understanding that you’d never be his, yet he wanted you in so many ways, wishing to have your mewls fill his ears and the smell of sex staining his clothes. The bulge in his pants was forming and pressing up against the tight confinement, making him groan. 

He dropped his head downwards, his forehead leaning to rest against yours, as he closed his eyes and did his best to regulate his breathing—repeating in his head and out loud, again.

He knew better.

“You’re using me.”

You both knew better.

Yet with your lips ghosting his and your eyes half-hooded, you were prepared to give into the dark side.

“And I say take advantage of it.”

Hyunjae dived and pressed his lips onto yours, hunger driving his every movement. There was no stopping when he felt your lips curling up into a grin, his hands shifting to wrap around your torso to drag you closer. His heart burst at how perfectly his lips molded with yours, and it seemed as if there was fire shooting up into the sky and exploding—they weren’t fireworks, and the explosion was far bigger and more dangerous. It lit the entirety of the sky, the moon and stars included, into flames, a desire unlike any other.

Your left hand pressed firm against the back of his neck while the other traveled through his hair. Meanwhile, his hands had snuck beneath your shirt and felt for your lower back. Heavy breaths left the two of you as desperation crept through your veins, dictating your every movement. 

The cold touch from his hands ignited your nervous system, every sense activated and overstimulated by Hyunjae as you released a breathy moan into his mouth.

You didn’t want him, but fuck, you needed him.

When you would pull back, his lips would chase yours, and you two fell into an endless cycle. He couldn’t even fathom how you were pulling away for air when you were his oxygen. Maybe you weren’t oxygen itself, but the fumes you emitted had already replaced his need for air, deluding him into believing that you were what he needed to stay alive.

You were suffocating, toxic, and destructive, and he wanted more. 

After retracting from the kiss for the nth time, you turned your head to hold Hyunjae back from continuing. You both were panting, your cunt soaking, and he stared into your eyes like a puppy awaiting their next direction.

“Good boy,” you praised, and he laughed lowly and sheepishly, dropping his head as he processed what happened and the idea of it being potentially over. 

“You’re lethal,” he breathed out.

“And you’re pitiful,” you spat. There was a playful grin on your lips, but those words ignited something within Hyunjae. He raised his head and cocked a brow at you, questioning your genuinity. 

Just minutes ago you were crying over a guy that treated you terribly, and yet here you thought you had the authority to call him weak.

Perhaps he was; he was falling deeper into your pitless trap, enticed with every movement of yours, but he knew for a fact you weren’t any better than him.

You both were sick in the head for falling for people that treated the other like shit, yet your drive, your fuel, to win over the hearts of the people you loved was so strong, and it made you two unstoppable. 

Hyunjae would punch Jiwoong all over again if he could. 

Without a second thought, Hyunjae ducked his head down and ruthlessly attached his lips to your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. He kissed your skin fervently, his fingers teasing the rim of your shorts, and your hands shifted to hold onto his shoulders for support. You found yourself tossing your head back, providing him more room to do as he pleased, that if Jiwoong were to see you with marks on your neck, then maybe he’d want you back. 

“Bold of you to call me pitiful,” he grumbled, sucking onto your neck until a blot of purple began to form.

“But it’s true, no?”

“You’re just as bad, Y/N.” He licked a stripe up your neck and over the mark, and the sensation made you cringe, disgust itching at your skin due to being covered in his saliva, but you wanted more of it. You wanted Hyunjae to treat you like you were nothing, to treat you worse than Jiwoong ever had, so you could direct your blame over to Hyunjae instead of your unknowing boyfriend.

You turned your head and slotted your lips with his again, already addicted to how perfect they were for you. Hyunjae knew the exact way to kiss you, to keep you on your toes, as your slick pooled up in your underwear at the mere thought of Hyunjae touching you.

The kiss was eager, a fight for control, and when Hyunjae didn’t surrender, you raised your knee, forcing your thigh to brush up against his crotch.

He gasped at the sensation and pulled away, bangs hanging over his eyes as he looked down at the sight. You teased him by keeping your touches gentle, but you made sure to keep your leg moving. Nothing intrigued you more than seeing Hyunjae beg or rut against your thigh, further proof of how pathetic he was for you. You gained a sense of ego knowing that he could have any girl in the world, that he has had every girl, and yet he would always come back to you. Now that you had him, it would be harder for him to return to a life without you under him, moaning his name.

You wanted to be his downfall. 

Your nails latched onto the mesh, taking note of how easy it would be to rip the material, before pressing your thigh firmly up against his dick, making him jerk.

“You’re-...oh my god, Y/N,” he gasped, breathless. His eyes meet your devious ones, how you were basically Satan himself, and somehow, someway, he wouldn’t ask for anything different. “You’re playing a losing…a losing- game.”

“What more do I have left to lose?” There was some truth in your words as vulnerability struck you. Your leg then lowered as you regained a slight sense of reality, realizing that you were forcing Hyunjae into being your selfish source of relief. You hated Hyunjae, sure, but you knew this was the last thing he deserved—to use him when he’d been nothing but accommodating to you.

And your sick and twisted plan was that after this encounter, you’d leave him to rot.

Hyunjae didn’t deserve that at all. 

But Hyunjae was already too far gone, too intoxicated, to even consider the repercussions of how he’d end up after this. The loss of contact with his crotch was what had him picking you up from his car, the tips of his fingers digging into your thighs, as he led you to the backseat. 

Your eyes widened, your senses fully back, but you made him like this, and you were going to pay for it. Although scared for about what’s to come, the anticipation had you drooling, your lips pressing fierce kisses onto his skin while he opened the door with you in his arms.

He laid you down gently and crawled over you, keeping you trapped between his arms.

“This is what you wanted, right? For me to tear you apart until you can run back to Jiwoong and justify how poorly he treats you?” 

Your brows bunched up at his words, your legs getting antsy being under him. There was no answering him, not when Hyunjae already knew how you were going to respond.

He brought one of his hands into your shorts and made the aggravating decision to slide his fingers over your underwear, depriving you of contact with his fingers.

Yet even with your underwear being a divider, he found your clit with ease and immediately started rubbing circles into the bud, making you buck your hips with a whine. The friction of the cloth was something you were unfamiliar with, and lord did it mess with you. 

“You want me to treat you how he sees you? Worthless and undeserving of respect?” He flicked your clit and kissed your jaw. “If that’s what you want, that’s exactly what my princess is going to get.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, using your hands to push onto his shoulders and force him down. The drive to ride his tongue was strong, and if he kept teasing you, you would have lost it.

“I know you inside and out, Y/N. I know you better than him, and this is how you treat me.” He sucked in a cheek but ultimately decided to comply with what you wanted. He pulled off your shorts yet left your underwear on, and his brows raised. He wasn’t sure how his fingers had missed the texture of lace, but what you were wearing was certainly lingerie.

You looked down to see why he stopped, and when you realized why he froze, heat rose to your cheeks.

“I wanted to feel pretty,” you whispered, shutting your eyes after turning your head. It was embarrassing, now that you thought about it, but Hyunjae’s heart soared, and he wanted nothing more than for you to know how ethereal you looked.

But he shoved the feeling away, allowing his frustrations to get the better half of him. 

When he pulled off your underwear, he cooed at how your essence oozed onto the material and raised the undergarment into the air, waiting for you to look.

“Did I do this?”

His mocking tone kept you from looking, but your curiosity got the best of you. You were met with the sight of a large wet, dark patch on your underwear, biting down on your lip as you looked at him with wide eyes. If you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, or if there ever had been a time when you craved someone this badly. 

He tossed it to the side and his hands massaged your thighs, keeping them spread open so he got a proper view of your core on display for him. The sight truly stunned him, reminding him that this was you he fantasized about and replicated with other girls—no one else.

“Do you normally take this long?” you rasped, tossing your head back against the seat, and Hyunjae rolled his eyes.

“I do you a favor, and this is how you treat me.”

“A favor is a stretch—”

Hyunjae plunged two fingers into your mouth, having them press firmly down against your tongue. He latched onto your jaw and pulled your head forward and up towards him, having your eyes meet his.

“Remind me, Y/N, who was begging for this?”

He dropped your head back down against the seat before you could even respond and used whatever saliva accumulated in your mouth as temporary lube, figuring that your slick would help him with stretching you out. You grunted at the impact, feeling helpless, as Hyunjae finally inserted his fingers inside of you. 

Hyunjae’s fingers were enough to have your eyes rolling, but it was the ring that he wore that stimulated you the most. You weren’t aware that he was even wearing one, yet the cold band against your raging wet heat made you whimper and desperately grasp for his hair.

“Jaehyun, please,” you begged. 

He chuckled and kept his movements slow, forcing you to fuck yourself onto his fingers weakly. When you did, he was in awe at how stunning you looked, how you seemed to be in your own world, and how you were enjoying him. By curling his fingers, a moan was pulled from your throat, making your eyes open as you looked at him. You continued to pool around his fingers, your voice weakly begging for so much more than his fingers and the cold air that brushed against your skin. 

Never had you felt more vulnerable, but Hyunjae never once made you feel like you were doing something wrong, making you cling desperately to him. You forced his face down into your crotch and jerked at the feeling of his nose brushing up against your clit.

“Shameless, aren’t you?” he commented, laughing lowly, but you were too out of it to care. 

“Shut the-...F-fuck, oh my god.”

Your whines had gotten more incessant the more useless he became, his fingers now completely stilled inside of you as he watched you roll your hips with a cheeky grin. He wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, knowing fully well that he could last all night. 

When he took out his fingers, you were yanked out of your bliss and nearly begged for him to put them back in, but before you could get a word out, he had replaced his digits with his tongue. Your slick was dripping onto his lips, and as he dragged his wet muscle up and down your folds, he made sure to collect a small puddle of you onto his tongue to eventually swallow, wanting to savor you. 

“Oh-...Oh my god, Jae—” Your orgasm was approaching, unsure of how it was here so soon, but you recognized the signs from the coil in your chest tightening to losing every sensation to the man beneath you. You rocked your hips continuously onto his tongue, and his thumb attached to your clit, making you see stars with how rapid his movements were. 

He pulled his face back and forced his fingers back into you, and the final curl was what made you reach your peak, your hips in the air as you cried out his name. 

As you came down from your high, you caught a glance of the way Hyunjae was looking at you; to him, you were otherworldly, and it was a sight he’d never forget. He wondered if Jiwoong ever saw you like this, if he ever made you feel this way, and suddenly his admiration had soured and contoured to something of darkness, rid of any empathy as he now looked at you with some form of disgust. 

“All this for me, and you still have the fucking audacity to choose him.” 

The mention of Jiwoong had your eyes wide open, tears reappearing at the mention and while being in your most vulnerable state. Your legs shook from the aftermath, feeling too weak to continue, yet Hyunjae seemed to have other plans.

Instead of shoving his fingers back into either of your mouths, he hovered over you and made sure you saw the way he dragged his fingers around your abdomen, drawing aimlessly over your skin with your essence before dragging a hand up to your breasts, massaging one of them as his other hand rested by your waist.

“Tell me, Y/N, did you buy this for him and never got to use it? That’s why you’re wearing it now with me? Am I your sloppy seconds?”

There was a slight growl under his tone, and while you shook your head subconsciously, he worked to remove your shirt, wanting a better look at your bra, before being met with a necklace you had been hiding; one with Jiwoong’s name.

And Hyunjae took no time breaking it from your neck.

Your jaw dropped, and you snapped out of your daze by sitting straight up, yet as you were about to yell at him for breaking your necklace, he shoved three fingers back into your pussy, shutting you up by having you moan at the intrusion. 

“It looked cheap, anyway,” he muttered, forcing his mouth against yours momentarily to nip on your lower lip, tugging on it so your focus remained on him. 

“That was—he’s mine,” you forced out, gasping at every thrust he made with his fingers, your sweet spot being abused as your hands latched onto his shoulders. You made sure your nails dug into his skin, wanting it to hurt, before pulling onto the mesh, wishing for it to tear. 

“He’s not yours, princess. Tell me, how can you say that when his dick has been up other girls?” With his free hand, he grabbed your face and made sure you were staring straight at him before shoving it to the side. 

“You need to fucking wake up and realize that you can dream all you want about how he’d react if he saw you hopping on my dick, but guess what? He wouldn’t care.” Hyunjae pulled out his fingers and left you alone in the backseat. 

You sat there, a wreck and vulnerable, as you tried to catch your breath. You lay back on your forearms, curious eyes following his every movement.

“There’s a reason he hasn’t left you yet,” Hyunjae explained, opening the front door to his car to grab a condom and his phone. He tucked both into his back pocket before returning to you, bringing your lips to his before continuing to talk within the kiss.

“He’s stringing you along so you can boost his ego. He knows you will always be there for him, and you allow him to use you like that?” 

You wrapped your fingers around Hyunjae’s neck, squeezing it before pushing it away to keep your distance, your frustration starting to grow.

“I’m beginning to think you’re all bark and no bite, Jaehyun,” you muttered, and with whatever strength you had left, you pushed him against the seat and got into his lap. Without hesitation, you started rocking your hips over his clothed dick, hoping your slick would seep in so he could feel you.

He hissed but allowed you to do as you pleased, his grip tight on your hips.

“I-...I think…if you asked me, you’re the one who’s projecting. I’m the one in a relationship, and you’re just a side piece.”

The speed of your hips increased, and Hyunjae felt ecstasy on the tip of his tongue, the confinements of his pants physically paining him the more you continued.

“You’re jealous, Jae. Just admit it.”

You pulled at his hair, loving the absolute control you had over him at that moment, but in one languid motion, Hyunjae managed to push you back down, this time with your stomach against the seats. You could feel your bodily fluids sticking to the nylon, and with how hard Hyunjae was pressing down into you, you were barely given a chance to move. 

With one hand on your lower back, he kept you still as he took out both his phone and condom, making sure to place both on top of your bare skin.

“What’s there to be jealous of when you’re here under me? You want to be fucked stupid? Fine. Don’t fucking complain when you want me to be the villain.” You lurched at his words, refusing to let him win, but you were completely unable to do much damage as Hyunjae kicked off his pants and boxers while still keeping his weight on you.

He then picked up his phone and pulled up the camera, making sure to take a photo of you in his car before clicking record and tossing the phone onto the ground, hoping it was close enough to pick up on your sweet noises. 

“Make sure to be loud for me, yeah? I’m sure Jiwoong would love it if I sent that video to him.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” you bit back, your hand reaching out in an attempt to grab the device, but Hyunjae was quicker to grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back. 

“I wouldn’t because I know how to appreciate what’s mine.” Hyunjae released his hold on you to roll on the condom, giving you the opportunity to move and take his phone as you pleased. To your dismay, there was no more effort left within you, only an ache to feel Hyunjae inside you. 

“He appreciates me,” you mumbled, trying to convince yourself otherwise as you waited.

“Does he record you? Jerk off to your moans every night? Because I would, Y/N, just for you.” His voice was now by your ear, and when you turned your head to look at him, he pulled you into another hungry kiss, his dick now grazing against your hole. 

“You’re fucking insane,” you bit back into the kiss, and he grinned against your lips, guiding his dick into you as he spoke.

“Psychotic, just for my princess.”

Venom laced his voice, dripping menacingly, and the insertion of his tip had you grasping for something in front of you, anything, and it was only then that you were able to process how thick his cock was.

“Can you take it?” he asked, his voice slightly softer than before. When you gave him a curt nod, he continued pushing in further. Maybe lube should’ve been an option, but you were so wet for him that it didn’t matter, knowing that the stretch probably would have hurt regardless. 

“Fuck, fuck—he really doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Hyunjae gasped, his head resting against the back of yours. It was better than anything he’d dreamed of, better than any girl he imagined, because it was you, and your body was made for him.

“When was the last time he fucked you?” He was fully inside of you now, and when you didn’t answer, he decided to take it as a sign to move. With a firm grip on your waist, he pulled out just to slam back in, making you yell as you clawed at the seat, wishing there was something to bite on as you endured the pain that was quick to morph into pleasure. 

Every glide pushed you further into the car, your forearms occasionally hitting the door, as his hips moved vigorously, working up to a pace that had you moaning without pause. Tears were flowing down your cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure of being manhandled—of being Hyunjae’s rag doll when he was meant to be yours, and your body seized up, being worked up to your orgasm once more with how precise each thrust seemed to be. 

He adjusted to raise one of your legs to his hip, giving him a new angle to pound into you as he worships you with his dick, and you shook out of pleasure, whining as you saw white and reached your second orgasm for the night. You pulsated around his cock, strangled moans ripping from your throat as tears mixed with your drool by your chin.

And Hyunjae showed no signs of stopping.

He made sure to press your face down against the seats, wanting every liquid to fall and stain his car, giving him something to remember you by.

Oh, and there was the recording too.

While kneeling inside of the cramped car, he slowed his movements and inclined his torso towards you. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you up, locking you inside his elbow as he forced you to look into your reflection in the car window.

“Look at you, the school’s favorite slut. What happens if the recording drops? The whole school would know you’re mine, wouldn’t they?” He pressed his chest against your back, the mesh rubbing against your skin as his lips remained near your ear, forcing you to listen to every word.

You limped against him, your flames completely burnt out, and your fingers tugged onto the mesh around his arm, successfully ripping it after some time, but Hyunjae seemed unphased. In fact, it turned him on even more knowing that he had you locked in, that you were his.

“Look at your pretty cunt taking me in so well. It was so wet for me, wasn’t it? It still is. And guess what? You’re in my car. You belong to me, and my good girl is only now just finding out about it, isn’t she?” 

“I-I’m…I’m not-...not yours,” you retaliated, creating red angry marks into his skin with your nails as you endured being used, stifling your moans as you looked at how wrecked you were, how bare you seemed to be compared to Hyunjae. You were much more of a mess, from your hair to the bruises on your neck. Your pussy kept tightening up around his dick, convulsing occasionally with every hit toward your g-spot, and you held onto Hyunjae each time. 

Your head drooped down, thinking about how your heart ached for Jiwoong, yet the rest of your body was meant for Hyunjae.

“Whose fucking dick is inside of you right now?” He scoffed and pulled on your hair, forcing your head back up so he could directly speak into your ear. “Wake up, Y/N,” he demanded. “You’re mine.”

He dropped you back onto the seat like you were nothing, leaving you completely helpless, your throat void of any words as your eyes closed and met the back of your skull, too fucked out to communicate. You tried reaching for the door handle, just something to hold onto, yet you couldn’t.

“You tell me I’m pitiful, that I’m basically delusional when you’re going to be the reason my car will smell like sex for weeks.”

Your face was forced back into the puddle of liquid you created earlier, being shifted back and forth against the seat as if you were made for his dick and not vice versa.

“It’s crazy how pathetic you are, how willing you are to break yourself down in front of everyone just to have him. That-...fuck…that you’re so convinced he wants you and you two are soulmates.” He dragged his fingers through your hair and grabbed your roots. “You called me, you wanted me, and I have you right now, moaning my name, and you have nothing.”

Something about his words kept bringing out your orgasms, each thrust adding to the pleasure immensely. You didn’t know how much you could handle—afraid you may pass out from how much he was using you, from his tight grip around you to his dick hitting inside of you mercilessly.

Hyunjae whispering ‘I won, Y/N’ was what had you losing it, your high this time ending up stronger than the rest. You were fully crying now, and yet he continued as if you were nothing.

He peppered your shoulder with kisses and had the slight decency to slow his pace, but he also took note of your sobs.

“Don’t tell me you still want him,” he began rambling, his lips still on your shoulder. “Don’t tell me after this that your heart still belongs to him, because if that were the case, I’d make you call him right now. Say you wish it was him instead of me, and that he’s the love of your life while you’re stuffed with my dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You could no longer think, and what you hated most was how reactive your body was—how you were just able to come for the third time, but Hyunjae’s dick solely being inside you snapped some other straw you weren’t aware you had, finding that your last high was incoming. 

Hyunjae had picked up the pace by then, and by knowing your body incredibly well, he reached down to your sensitive clit to relieve you. You both knew your fourth was arriving, and you held on tight to his arm.

“J-Jaehy- hyun, I’m—”

“Mine.”

You cried out, your entire body shaking, and Hyunjae pulled out, immediately releasing onto your back with a guttural moan after yanking off the condom. He was forced to catch his breath, watching you float in and out of consciousness.

Your eyes were closed, struggling to breathe through your sobs, and Hyunjae consoled you with a kiss on the back of your shoulder. 

“You’re mine, Y/N, whether you like it or not.”

He then pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving to grab paper towels from his trunk. You were heaving, still shaking, and left alone as a mess in his backseat, yet with him gone, you felt even more useless, wanting him back by your side instantly. You weakly cried out for him, your nails dragging against the seat in hopes of being in his arms soon, and maybe he was right.

Maybe you were his.

OUR INFERNO [ M.LIST | TWO ]

NAVIGATION — THE BOYZ

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GENESIS ༉‧₊˚.

chapter one / series navi / next..

༉‧₊˚. > description: the bunker project genesis is being discussed, it seems as if the plan to send the delinquent youth to the surface is their only chance to guarantee whether it’s truly survivable up there.. that’s if.. it is successful..

༉‧₊˚. > word count: 2.1k+

༉‧₊˚. > warnings: profanity, some violence and upsetting topics.

Deep somewhere underground, a large bunker system laid beneath the earth with a population of around 3000 which was only expanding. 177 years ago the world was destroyed by nuclear warfare, the earth was made a toxic wasteland, a radioactive hell. The only survivors being those who’d made it to the bunker system before the bombs were detonated. Amongst them, mainly aristocrats, politicians, essentially those with enough money to pay themselves into a space of survival.

Food, Medical supplies and Oxygen were all running low as they were bound to at some point. Rationing had only worked for around a decade, the bunker was dying and as the elected higher council met, they devised a plan that would risk the lives of both their children and the next generation. Your father Daniel Stacey, elected to the council for his outstanding work in engineering nervously chewed at his fingernails over the metal table in the meeting room.

“Are you sure this would work?” The chancellor intently listened to his second in command, chewing at his lip. “I mean it’s our own children we’re risking.”

“Confident sir, it gives them a second chance instead of being trapped in their cells awaiting execution.” The second commander commented, reviewing the list of names across the page. “It’s the only chance we have of knowing whether it’s safe to live up there.”

“Shall we vote?” Another voice chirped up, as the rest nodded in response. The hands raised in favour of the experiment was an overwhelming majority.

“I seriously don’t think this is a good idea.” The voice of your father interrupted the vote, in his seat on the high council it seemed his voice was always overheard. “My daughter is on that list and I don’t want to lose her because you’re too selfish to check if up there is safe yourself! You’re risking the next generation!”

“Mr. Stacey sir, you’re not in the position to overthrow the decisions made by your fellow council members. Besides, the next generation in this society are the ones who don’t go around causing mayhem.” Another board member spoke up, causing your father to sit back down in his seat biting his tongue.

“You’re sending them to their deaths.” He mumbled under his breath, his arms folded not making eye contact with anyone over the table.

“We’re giving them the chance of a new beginning. I’m the chancellor of this system and what I say goes. Don’t question my authority, Daniel.” The chancellor aggressively stood up from his chair, glaring at your father with his warning eyes. “Council dismissed.”

It had been just over 100 days since you’d been imprisoned for causing a catastrophic blackout in the bunkers, you’d counted the days by scratching a pebble into the metal walls of your chamber each day. You’d never expected for the officers of the bunker to snatch you out on day 107, two of them escorting you into the hallway.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You struggled against them as they restrained you, roughly forcing you against the concrete floor.

All of a sudden there was nothing, the darkness falling heavy over your eyes. You’d been shot with a tranquilliser and were currently being dragged across the hallway with a few other inmates.

The next thing your conscious enough to hear was the sound of someone fiddling with something in a metal container, perhaps a scalpel, tweezers?

“She’s waking up.” An unknown voice utters, the sound muffled through your blocked ears, as your head swayed against the back of the medical room chair.

“Insert the patch quickly.” The familiar voice of your father was distant in the blur of lights above you, you then felt a painful stab to right side of your arm. Tinnitus ringing in both your ears, your head spinning and aching in the sound of chaos.

“I’m sorry y/n. I tried everything I could.” You felt a kiss on your forehead, it almost sounded as if your father was crying, the sniffling evident between his words.

“Stacey times up, she needs to go up.” The sound of the chancellor confused you, you were about to sit up before suddenly you’d been knocked out again.

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A blinding brightness caused you to immediately squint your eyes as you sprung to sit up, an unfamiliar breeze blowing towards you like an air conditioner in the bunkers but it was so much stronger. You smelt something unfamiliar, a smell only recognisable from the underground farms. Dirt?

You managed to open your eyes fully, a pile of sleeping bodies around you, some beginning to gain consciousness.

“Y/N!!” A cheery voice so dear to you echoed through your readjusting hearing, you turned in the direction it came from. Faintly recognising the boy from his signature sage green denim jacket and light wash denim jeans.

“Kevin!” You smiled, running to give him a hug not realising your surroundings just yet. Leaves stuck in your hair that he began to pick out. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

“Is this earth?” You asked, shocked looking around at the forest, the sky overcast yet still beautiful. Flowers bloomed around you, the air so fresh as you span around and basked in the beauty of it all.

“Yeah it is.” He smiled standing next to you, as you overlooked the flowers growing from one of the many bushes dotted around the dumping space.

You found yourself looking around at the others, there were only young people here, no mature adults, just juveniles. You looked at Kevin confused, not understanding what was going on.

“They’ve sent the juveniles up here to see if it’s safe to live on the surface.” Kevin sighed, his eyes following yours as you looked at the others who were beginning to wake up. “Your dad didn’t agree, however mine did. So I decided I wouldn’t let you go alone, so I stole some medical supplies from the infirmary.”

“You did what?! Kevin, why? We could die up here! It’s radioactive!” You began to stress, all of the beauty of the world collapsing around you at once.

“We’re not gonna die. But if your privileged asses think so, I would happily dump you both back down there.” The voice of a boy chimed in behind you, causing you to whip your head around to source the owner of such venomous words.

A boy with messily gelled black hair, fair complexion with a smude of dirt on his cheek below his intimidating cat-like eyes glared at you as if he was trying to turn both you and Kevin to stone. He sat on top of a large pile of rocks, sharpening a stick with his pocket knife.

"What's your problem?" You laughed, watching as he paused his actions looking up at you before jumping down from the rocks and firmly landing on two feet.

"As beautiful as this landscape is, your parents sent us up here to die, my problem? Or do you mean my many problems with your royal status down in that bunker. Your parents executed my father for disagreeing with that monstrosity of a system down there, so whilst we're up here don't do you dare cross me. I'll rip that chip on your arm clean off and let them believe your dead." He drew the knife to your arm pointing at the bright green chip blinking brightly, which you hadn't yet used.

"Right everybody get up, I'm gonna need axes by nightfall!" He walked over to the group of subjects that were dumped beside a large oak tree by the sealed entrance to the bunker system.

"What do you need an axe for?" You approached him again, Kevin following closely behind like a lost penguin.

"Making sure no one follows us. The last thing those bastards on the higher council deserve is to get out after using us as their lab rats." He smirked, the shock settling in as you followed his eye line towards the large oak tree above the bunker.

"You can't trap them down there, what if we need help?!" Kevin butted in watching the group become minions, cheering for the boys words as if he'd already established himself as group leader.

"Help? Just because you’re the chancellor’s son? As if they'd risk their lives to help us, they need to see if we die first. In fact what a good idea, if they think we're dead they'll never come up! I'll go first!" The boy cheered sarcastically, as you watcched him slice the device off his arm falling to the floor as he crushed it beneath his boot.

"No! You can't do this what if your parent-" Realising he'd mentioned his lack of family, you sighed retracting your sentence. He shook his head with a chuckle of belief, cracking a sly smile as he once again turned to the group.

"Who's next?!" He yelled, subjects lineing up to have their monitoring device removed. "It's freedom time angel." He turned to you with an evil look in his eyes, the pet name not doing anything to help your opinion of him.

"Thanks Juyeon man." One of them smiled, running of excitedly to fine scrap metal from the bunker to make an axe.

His name was Juyeon, you'd heard that before but where? Who was his father? How did you know that name?

"Guys, we can't remove those devices! What if something bad happens!" You yelled trying to reason with Juyeon's new followers, watching as they hesitated for a moment - looking at their devices fearfully.

"Have we seen anything dangerous yet? If this place is so unsurvivable wouldn't we be dead already? Pipe down y/n." He laughed, watching as the group roared in agreement, the line only getting longer making judgemental eye contact with you as their devices were cut off.

"How do you even know my name?" You looked at him confused, him turning back his back to you to ignore the question shaking his head.

"Who doesn't? Angel of the system, a privelged girl who found one thing she couldn't get away with." Another voice chirped into the conversation, standing beside you and Kevin was a boy with light brown hair arranged into curtains wearing a beige jacket and green cargos. "It's Hyunjae by the way."

"You're introducing yourself to me after straight up insulting me?" You scoffed, snapping your neck to look at him with a disgusted look. He smiled, his eyes shining like crescent moons.

“I was just telling you to truth, not trying to offend ya.” He shrugged, walking towards Juyeon handing him a bit of rope he’d found. “I quite like freedom, you should try it out.”

You shook your head, turning to Kevin and agreeing to have a quiet moment away from the group. You sat on a ledge in the forest, a long slope down into lower terrain. You threw a rock downwards towards the line watching it bounce over the dirt.

“I didn’t think earth was this pretty. I mean look at the trees, it’s everything the books told us.” Kevin smiled, admiring a collection of fallen leaves he’d collected in the palm of his hands.

“I keep forgetting I haven’t seen you in so long.” You chuckled nudging him in the shoulder bittersweetly.

“Then maybe it’s a good thing we’re up here. We’re free right?” He sighed, breathing in the air and laying backwards on the dirt, his eyes widening as he spots something. “Y/n what is that?”

You follow his finger, as he points up to a bird with glowing neon pink wings, singing an off tune melody from its beak.

“It’s a bird. I think?” You looked up confused at the creature perched on the branch.

“Not like the ones in the books though. It was born into radioactivity. That’s why it looks like that.” The voice of that boy called Hyunjae buts in again, taking a seat beside you and Kevin. “It’s beautiful don’t you think?”

“Yeah actually.” You smile as it flies away, the melody getting further away as you embrace the nature around you.

“I think some of us are splitting off going to find water, if you wanna come with me?” He asked, looking at you with a curious gaze and a smile. The breeze gently trembling in his hair.

“That’s not an invitation for me is it?” Kevin asked, stating the obvious pointing towards his chest with a deep sigh.

“I’m not going without you so it has to be.” You commented, turning back towards Hyunjae who shrugged nonchalantly.

“He can come too if he wants.” He replied getting to his feet, and dusting the dirt off his hands.

As the three of you passed the dumping space again, you caught eyes with that Juyeon boy again, the same dirty intimidating glare piercing through you like daggers. His jaw was clenched, as you and Kevin passed he seemed to start sharpening that stick of his more furiously. Seriously what had you done to hurt him? You couldn't understand his aggression.

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[kpoptrashlord-007]

Bloodlust || Ch. 1 || The Stealer

Pairing;; Sangyeon x Fem!Reader ; TBZ x Fem!Reader

Genre;; Smut Series, Vampire AU, Dark Fic

Word Count;; 6.1k

Chapter Summary;;

You had a good feeling that night. It was the kind of feeling that came before the tides changed and the clouds parted, the kind of feeling that marked a big win. Your life was about to change. Whether for better or for worse remained to be seen.

Chapter Warnings;;

Explicit language and sexual content, blood!!, physical assault, brief mention of human trafficking, graphic depictions of violence, derogatory remarks, Reader gets pretty banged up (mentally and physically), listen... it’s gross and bloody (bloody gross even) in parts. I was going to say go watch the True Blood trailer for context but it’s so dated and cringe lmfao trust me the show is so much better than that T_T anyway holier-than-thou Reader who needs to be knocked down a few pegs, “flirting” and suggestive content but no smut yet. It’s a contradiction, but I stand by both the explicit sexual content as well as the no smut warnings. It’s hard to explain without spoiling anything. *Please check the series masterlist for additional, future warnings.

Notes;;

This is completely standalone and requires no prior knowledge of the True Blood universe!

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Bloodlust Masterlist

Main Masterlist

    Smoke filled your lungs the second you entered the club. It wasn't acrid like cigarettes nor was it the scent of burning. No, the smoke was released from a machine – one of those tacky devices that old movies used. The exhaust wasn't overbearing and it didn't leave a stench, but it was thick and coated your skin with a shimmer of moisture.

    Once your eyes acclimated to the unrelenting fog, you glanced around the room. You weren't sure what you expected of The Stealer–one of the most notorious bars in Seoul–but it didn't disappoint. From wall to wall people danced, losing themselves to the hypnotic thump of the beat. It was so loud the music almost became inaudible, the bass melding with the clubbers’ beating hearts.

    Many ladies lined the bar’s counter, flirting with the bartender under the guise of ordering drinks. It was the most packed section and only grew in size as more people tried to squeeze into his line of sight. Even with the vast majority of patrons lingering near the bar, the rest of the club still teemed with debauchery. Every inch of this… establishment shared a similarity: it was dominated by women. After the reviews you'd read it had come as no surprise. Upon its opening it became an instant hotspot for those dubbed 'fangbangers'.

    Abandoning your post by the main door, you entered in earnest. The closer you got to the dance floor, the warmer the room became. Packed with whores and deviants, you struggled to squeeze between the many bodies cramped on the blood red tiles. Bright lights tormented your itchy, contact-lad eyes. It didn’t deter you, however; your objective was much too important to give up.

    Whispered words exchanged in slimy alleys and anonymous messages posted on the dark web were the main well of your information. It was from these brief exchanges that you pried loose information of Seoul’s underbelly. While it was difficult to scrounge up much of anything on The Stealer, what you had uncovered about the city was enough to sate your nerves: the vampire culture here differed little from the mainstream. Therefore you could handle it. You could handle them.

    Forcing your way through, you found yourself in the middle of the crowd – prime real estate. Tossing your head back, you mirror the actions of those around you. Minutes passed in slow agony. Between the sheer mass of people, strobe lights, and suffocating fog, your skin dampened with sweat faster than you could wipe it away. Unzipping your leather jacket, you fanned yourself but kept dancing, ignoring how overheated you’d become. With any luck you'd be spotted by those who lurked above and this peacockery would end.

    Opening your eyes, you gazed toward the “throne” room two stories above the main floor. Off limits even to other vampires, only the owners and their selected toys could play on the third floor. It was shrouded in mystery as most of the rumours online about the owners and their esteemed third floor had to be taken with a grain of salt. People would lie for clout, trying to come off as a diamond amongst lumps of coal, while others boasted friendship with the owners in order to lure fools toward certain demise. It was a trafficking ploy, and despite the infestation of vampiric parasites in the city, most women fell victim to their fellow humans.

    These things, however, held little concern to you. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, your real intentions skewed far from those of the simpletons in the club. No matter how much you strained to catch a glimpse of movement, you came up empty. Your head lolled in a circle to get full coverage but the top level was either too dark or its glass flooring was tinted.

    The second floor was a different story. It was bustling. Most people weren't picky and would stumble up the staircase with any vampire regardless of their standing. Being hand picked to ascend to the third floor was a rare occasion, after all, and those that held out on the hopes of being with an owner were liable to die of old age before ascertaining that dream.

    With a sigh of disappointment, you lowered your vision back down to the sludge and grime of your fellow humans. Sweat hung heavy in the air and it made you gag. You'd go home yet again tonight without making any real progress, and the easiest way to swallow that hard truth was with a cold drink.

    Once again sidling through the clusterfuck of warm, pudgy bodies and cheap spandex, you pushed forward to the bar. It was within sight when a wall of flesh stopped you. Several backs blocked your view of the barkeep and his extensive collection of liquor. No matter how you tried to coerce them to move, they remained grounded to the spot. When politeness got you nowhere, you resorted to a crude tone. It didn't faze them. They were transfixed. Even your attempts to shove them aside earned you nothing except dismissive swats.

    Taking it as a sign to depart sans alcohol, you turned to leave but were confronted by the large frame of a pathetic drunkard. While everyone else wouldn't spare you a glance, this one wouldn't stop staring. His eyes bore into you as he traced every inch of your skin, first with his sight then with his touch. You tried to jump away from his repulsive hand but your back met the wall of flesh and once more they stopped you dead in your tracks.

    His, no, its hand trailed the curve of your face before cupping your chin, leaving ice in its wake. "What a tasty little whore."

    “Don't touch me!” you snarled, a fire brewing within your gut. Patience. Slapping its cold hand away, you spun around to pound on the backs closest to you. Forcing a quiver into your voice, you shouted, “Let me through!”

    "I've never seen someone so beautiful before," one of the women murmured, budging no more than an inch from your attempts.

    "Will he pick me? Please pick me."

    "One of the owners down here for a drink?"

    "I wouldn't mind if he drained me."

    "What's wrong with you freaks?" you hissed, squirming away from the dead touch of the vampire behind you.

    Spotting a break in the wall where people seemed somewhat less affected by whatever spell had been cast upon the room, you barged through the crowd. You took your time, giving the freak time to chase. Squatting low, your hands pried between calves and thighs, pulling you through the mass of limbs until you finally came out the other side.

    The lights were brighter here and, as if a spotlight shone upon him, a single man was illuminated. With just a glance you understood why everyone had been hesitant to move; one of the owners now graced the ground floor with his opulent presence.

    Possessing an unnatural beauty, his skin glimmered under the intense beams bearing down on him. When he cocked his head toward you, his eyes sparkled under the flashing lights. His black hair was the shade of the darkest midnight and the mischievous grin on his flawless face held a promise for trouble. Raising his glass, he swirled the thick red liquid before taking a long swig.

    For the first time in weeks your ambitions were before you. There wouldn’t be another chance to make a good impression. Crawling onto one knee, the other leg raising to lift you up straight, your body unfurled limb by limb. Your back arched and cracked. Unable to let a miracle slip through your fingers, your eyes remained locked on your target.

    But you’d gotten ahead of yourself. There was, after all, an obstacle blocking your path – a little fleabag you had forgotten.

    It hadn’t forgotten you.

    Long, pointed nails dug into your ankle as the sleaze grabbed you, yanking you back to the floor. Your chin slammed against the ground. Smoke filled your nostrils and blood poured into your mouth, teeth piercing tongue, lips closing around your scream. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. An automatic reaction, involuntary, but shame gnawed at you all the same.

    With a final glance at the owner seated at the bar, your heart dropped. His interest had waned and his attention now lay elsewhere. Towering above your feeble, flattened form, your once-in-a-lifetime chance had become unattainable.

    Bodies meshed into a kaleidoscope of flesh as you slid back toward the despicable, vile trash heap of a vampire. Your head ping-ponged against several sets of heels and boots. While it hurt, a greater pain was soon to come. Resigning yourself to the inevitable, your limbs went limp as you allowed the brute to carry you to a private room on the second floor.

    Patience. All you needed was patience.

    The table shook from the force of your fall. Sharp edges dug into your back. Bottles of Tru Blood tumbled to the floor. Some shattered, oozing the thick liquid onto already dark tiles. Despite it being manufactured, the substance carried the stench of blood. It caught in your throat, suffocating you even more than the clammy palm covering your mouth. Your head locked into position under the monster’s much stronger hold. With nowhere to turn, you caught its gaze.

    "Be a good girl and stay still."

    It was trying to glamour you. Pathetic. Still, you played along. You loosened every muscle in your body, let your face go slack, and willed your thudding heart to calm. Your breathing evened out. If the scum thought its compulsion worked then it would become complacent, sloppy, careless.

    And that’s when the hunter would become the hunted.

    A wicked grin crossed its darkening features. Its eyes glowed as fangs extended from pale gums. Not bothering to keep you pinned down in its excitement to feast, it tore into you. Warm blood gushed from the wound, encircling your neck before dripping onto the table. Tap, tap, tap in quick succession, exiting your body faster than the vampire could drink it.

    You kept your wits about you. Grabbing the stake from your inner pocket, you inched it out until it slid free of your jacket. With a calm exhale you looped your arm around its back and positioned the wooden tip above it. A long inhale. You had one shot to do it clean. If you missed or if it didn't penetrate deep enough, you were in for a fight.

    It would get rough, you'd get some cuts and bruises, then you'd finish it. And that would be that. There was no outcome that didn’t involve its death. In your line of work there could be no failure. No second chances. A single loss marked not the end of a career but an end to life. Last show, finale, close the damn curtains and toss in the towel.

    Wooden splinters dug into your palm under the pressure of your grasp. You lifted it as high as you could without alerting your attacker of your intention. Quick but powerful, just like you had practised a thousand times over. Memory would guide your hand and years of training would charge it.

    Muscles tensed.

    Joints creaked under the snap of movement.

    Your arm jerked with all your might.

    The stake punctured the air above, on a collision course with the beast’s heart when—

    Shock coursed through your veins. Millimetres from piercing skin, the stake halted. Ice gripped your hand, ceasing your movements. Fingers clasped around yours. Lurching with erratic palpitations, your heart threatened to leap out of your chest and paint the room a darker shade of crimson.

    It couldn't be the leech on your neck, not when it was gripping the table above your head. There had to be another bloodsucker in the room and with its hand on the stake, it held all the power.

    Your breathing faltered.

    What if it was a friend of the bloodsucker chowing down on you? Perhaps waiting its turn to feast on you, gnarly tongue peeking out between stained teeth, all the while watching your little lie unfold. Was it vibrating in anticipation for the moment the last of your life drained from you?

    There would be no second chance.

    Thrusting your other hand into your jacket, nails scratched against metal. Silver, to be precise. The movement was enough to alert the room of your free will. A strangled groan echoed off the walls. Ravenous eyes zeroed in on you. Confusion contorted its face into something monstrous. Blood dribbled down its chin.

    You glanced beyond the rogue, desperate to regain the situation, to ascertain just how fucked you were. Engulfed in darkness, you couldn’t discern the newcomer. Somewhere above it swayed in shadow, hidden by the creeping loss of consciousness on your horizon. You wouldn’t last much longer; it was now or never.

    With only the time between seconds left to finish this, your body switched into autopilot. They had the advantage but you wouldn’t go down without a fight, not without try–

    "By the power granted to me by the Vampire Authority”–commanding and concise, the words sliced through the air–“I sentence you to the True Death."

    The fiend trembled, a shriek rumbling within its gut. Knowing what was about to come you closed your eyes, tightened your lips, and turned your head. With his hand still around yours, the newcomer inched the stake into the bastard's back. It was a slow process and you were immobilised through it all. He drew the moment out, eliciting every last ounce of pain possible. Meticulous, sadistic. Even after the vampire on top of you exploded like a balloon, his blood coating you in a blanket of red, you were unable to move.

    Seconds ticked by. Your breathing evened out. Once your nerves settled, you used your free hand to wipe away the larger clots of the vampire’s remains from your face. Pieces of flesh and coagulated blood rolled beneath your fingers. Nowhere was left unsullied. The stench of iron and rot pervaded. No matter how much you wiped away, more appeared. It was like cleaning with a dirty rag; every new attempt made the mess worse. Through it all the Sheriff remained still, his fingers clasped around your hand and the stake.

    Opening your eyes, you were greeted with a devilish smirk. "We don't take kindly to your type around here."

    "I guess that justifies being half-drained, then."

    "I got here as fast as I could." With a humourless chuckle, he released your hand. You snatched the stake back to your side, far away from his dead touch. He watched the fresh blood trickling down your neck languidly. "Need help with that?"

    "I’m fine.” It came out too fast, like a whip cracking through the air. You cleared your throat. “But thank you.”

    His grin widened. Hand outreached, he leaned down and used the back of his fingers to brush away a clump of dead vampire from your bosom. The squelch it made when it dropped to the floor triggered bile to rise in your throat. You swallowed it back down.

    “What’s wrong? Too proud to accept my help?”

    “N-no,” you stammered, sitting upright. Blood and guts slipped down your chest, pooling in your lap. Spreading your legs wide enough to create a gap, the mess oozed down your thighs and onto the floor with a distinct splat. You flicked off what remained. “Of course not.”

    The Sheriff hummed, drawing your attention to his face. Carnal hunger swirled within his dark eyes. When you followed his line of sight, warmth bloomed across your body. Focused on the dark red liquid dripping down your legs, he tapped his tongue against one of his upper fangs. Fangs that were out, gleaming and wet.

    Ignoring the way they stuck together, you squeezed your thighs shut. “Actually, there is something you can help me with.”

    “Is that so?” His voice, deep and heavy, rumbled within your mind. “Have you ever fucked a vampire before?”

    “That’s none of your–”

    “Virgins always taste so sweet.”

    Your hand tightened around the stake, nails chipping the wood. Knowing he could hear the uptick in your heartbeat, you emptied your lungs and held your breath. Adrenaline flooded your system. It was pointless to run and yet your body yearned to. When his eyes drifted toward the stake, his fangs retracting in a near-imperceptible blur, you willed your fingers to loosen. The last thing you needed was a diplomatic incident with the most valuable vampire in this night-driven city.

    “Do I make you nervous, little dove?”

    “No, Sangyeon. You do n–”

    Under the scrutiny of his stare, your mouth snapped shut. Immeasurable distance separated you as he took a step back. No longer within your range he towered over you.

    "You have me at a disadvantage.”

    Curt. Abrupt. The amiable facade you had been building shattered. Resisting the urge to wince, you racked your brain with the hope of salvaging this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

    "I always look into the vampire culture of the city I'm moving to, and I think we can scratch each other's backs. There’s a rogue–”

    "I doubt that. But please do use our third floor amenities to clean up before you head out."

    "Seriously? You’re not even going to hear me out?"

    Teeth clenched and fists balled, you jumped to your feet only to immediately slip. Between the mess on the floor and the blood loss, your legs struggled to keep you upright. Scrambling for purchase on the wet edge, your shoulders popped and feet slid further until the table gave way and flipped. You fell onto your arse, splattering organic goo in every direction. When you looked at Sangyeon (conveniently standing outside the splash zone), his smile mocked you.

    "Fine. You'll come to me soon enough, anyway."

    "Cheap contact lenses from your local grocer don't make you special, doll."

    “Fuck you,” you snapped, clambering upright. A devilish smirk crossed his features the moment you pointed a red-soaked finger at him. “They weren't cheap.”

    Though childish, the outburst calmed your nerves and allowed you to exit with your head held high despite the nightmarish state of your appearance.

    Your bravada didn’t last. Once out of the room, you deflated. Replaying the whole interaction, your mind reeled at how fucked it was. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, having Sangyeon in your corner would have been the edge you needed. Without him…

    It didn’t matter.

    You’d gotten this far on your own. You were going to finish it.

    No matter what.

    No matter the cost.

    “Wow,” a bloodsucker gasped, its long manicured nails running down the length of your arm as you trudged past. “Aren’t you a pretty treat? Won’t you let Mommy have a taste?”

    Pausing, you scoffed. “I’m covered in the blood of your brethren, wretch. Try me.”

    Its tongue darted out, tasting the air before slinking back to the shadows. Several other fiends followed suit. They gave you a wide berth as you headed toward the staircase. Only a single idiot tried its luck. Sauntering over with a million dollar smile, the words on its tongue transformed into a feral hiss when it caught sight of the silver chains gleaming between your fingers. Even in the dim lighting they shone, catching every vampire’s eyes. Hatred burned within them.

    “Killer,” the female from earlier shouted, and others joined in, fangbangers and vampires alike.

    “Better watch your back, meatbag.”

    “Isn’t the Sheriff going to do anything about this?”

    “Can’t hide forever.”

    If your prior blunders weren’t enough, you had most definitely fucked up now. The Stealer was neutral grounds – it was meant to be a safe place. Walking around covered in blood, wielding weapons, and threatening the vampires within wasn’t a diplomatic move. If you ended up banned, you'd have no one to blame but yourself.

    Quickening your pace, you climbed the stairs two at a time, ignoring the outroar of protest at your ascension. The moment you reached the owners’ level, shock halted you mid-step. The door was wide open. There were no locks or security checks; there weren’t even guards. In fact, the whole floor appeared abandoned.

    Meandering further in, you took in the sights. Everything was as black as obsidian, gleaming under the red lights. Crimson trim shaped the interior. The black tiling reflected your image up until the moment your blood trickled down your arm and dripped onto the floor with a distinct, heavy plop. If it was loud to you, any vampires on the level were sure to have heard it too. Yet even so, despite how vulnerable and watched you felt, no one revealed themselves to you.

    Leaving a trail of liquid iron in your wake, you found the nearest bathroom and slid inside to assess the damage. You were drenched in blood from head to toe. Most of it was your attacker’s but some of it was your own. There was a pallour to your skin, a grotesque glow. With a sigh that morphed into a yawn, you removed your contacts, tore your clothes off and hopped into the shower.

    Washing up was a painful affair that you were all too eager to finish. Bruises marred your skin and your neck throbbed. Still you scrubbed at it, determined to rid yourself of the vampire’s vile touch. Supplied with a constant flow of blood, the water ran red.

    Hand latched over the bite, warmth pooled in your palm. Before stepping free of the small, cold box, you swiped away the condensation on the glass door. Distorted and blurred, your reflection was featureless. When you stared at where your eyes should have been, you didn’t recognise what stared back.

    You’re not that little girl anymore, but you’re not yourself either.

    The door quivered as you slammed it open. You needed to wrap the wound before the painstaking effort that went into cleaning it went to waste. Water dripped into your lashes as you glanced around the pristine bathroom. It didn’t need to be fancy or even sterile; your old clothes would suffice so long as it stopped the bleeding. Instead of finding your belongings, however, a small pile of folded clothes greeted you. Atop it was a gauze pad, a tube of ointment, and medical tape.

    Something shifted in your peripheral. Snapping your attention toward the dark corner, you leapt back. Leaning against the wall was Sangyeon. The dark leather adorning his body camouflaged him against the black tiles. His eyes raked down your form. Despite your state of undress, you stood a little taller and puffed out your chest in faux confidence.

    “Is there something you need?”

    Lingering a moment too long on the dark splotches threatening to burst through your fingers, he cleared his throat before gesturing in a non-vague sweep toward the pile. “Just brought you some supplies.”

    “Well, thank you,” you said in a clipped tone and when he didn’t leave, you continued, “If there’s nothing else…?”

    No response. Streaks of crimson decorated your chest, spilling from between slack fingers and dripping down the curve of your breast. Sangyeon took a long stride toward you. You held your ground. He took another. You gulped, tasting your blood in the air. Dark and looming, he broke into your space with a final, resounding clack of his shoes against the ceramic tile. It echoed all around you before nestling deep within your scattered thoughts.

    Naked, cornered and vulnerable – you didn’t even have your “cheap” contact lenses in. God, you were defenceless. For the first time in years fear washed over you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you made a sharp turn toward the door. Beating up a storm, your heart thrummed in your ears, stealing away your much needed sense. Running on touch and memory alone, you fumbled toward the exit.

    His airy chuckle tickled your spine and the hairs on your neck stood at attention. Jumping away from his close proximity, you stumbled forward. Unable to maintain a solid foothold on the wet tiling, you slipped and slid. Again. A small voice in the back of your mind had the audacity to laugh at your continued clumsiness. What a great show you’re putting on, self-proclaimed vampire hunter. Clenching your toes, you grasped without rhyme or reason before succumbing to gravity.

    This time, however, Sangyeon caught you.

    Soft fingers wrapped around your wrist and waist. As if handling porcelain, his touch was steady yet light, lifting you until your posture straightened. He didn’t stop until your back met his chest. Like an ocean breeze, his scent surrounded you as he lifted your hand up and above your shoulder. Neither cold nor warm, his breath grazed your fingers.

    Unable to handle the uncertainty of the unseen, you cracked open a single eye and stared dead-ahead, avoiding Sangyeon’s eyes. Out of the corner of your peripheral you watched his tongue dart free of his cherry-red lips. Tentatively at first, he licked one of your blood-soaked fingers before taking the entire digit into his mouth. He sucked it clean. Heat creeped across your cheeks at the sensation, his tongue thick and wet as it rolled and twisted around each of your fingers in turn. Once he deemed them clean enough, he moved onto your palm. It was a messier affair. His mouth latched onto the skin and his teeth threatened to clamp down. He left no trace of blood behind, licking long stripes before squeezing his tongue between the gaps of your fingers.

    Enraptured by his methodical and meticulous efforts, you found yourself watching his every move. It wasn’t until he paused, dark eyes boring into you, that realisation crashed down upon you like a tonne of bricks. Snapping your head away, you broke eye contact. What a rookie mistake. Yet the situation as a whole was sloppy, and there was no way to win. Saving yourself from his captivating gaze meant offering yourself to him like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

    “All talk and no bite, huh?” he murmured against your neck before licking away the blood there. “And here I thought you were a hunter. My mistake, little dove.”

    Turning on your heel, you snatched your hand back to your side. You could still feel where his tongue caressed your skin and you shuddered. With an air of earned confidence, he licked his lips. Did your blood linger there? Could he taste you when he swallowed?

    “Are you sure”—he pricked his thumb with one of his razor-sharp fangs—“you don’t want my help?”

    “What I want is my shit back.”

    “Your expensive contact lenses are safe, don’t you worry.”

    “You’re a patronising asshole, you know that?” He raised a brow, lips extending into a grin. “Whatever. Keep them for all I care.”

    He remained silent as you grabbed the medical supplies. After lathering the bite with the clear, sticky antibiotic cream and applying the gauze pad, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. Still a fucking mess but at least you were no longer leaking blood, which was definitely a plus when inside a vampire den of debauchery.

    You didn’t bother to ask him to leave as you got changed. If he wanted to watch over your every damn movement he could knock himself out. Starting from the top of the pile, you grabbed a shirt. Its dark colour had yet to fade, and a faint scent lingered on the collar: floral yet woodsy, citrusy with a cedar undertone. You shot Sangyeon a frown but he just shrugged.

    Next up were the black boxer-briefs, still rolled up and taped, fresh out of a new pack. They clung to your thighs but hung slack near your crotch. It was comical, at least if your chuckling companion was anything to go by. Shaking your head, you reached for the last article of clothing. Grey, thick, soft – you were eager to don a pair of sweats after the night you’d had.

    Unfolding it, you blinked twice in confusion.

    Sleeves and a hood.

    The last piece of courtesy from your delightful host was a fucking hoodie. Double-checking the counter for any missed clothes, red hot irritation swept through your veins.

    “What about pants?” Exasperated, you tossed the hoodie at Sangyeon. It hit him square in the chest before landing on the ground with a faint plop.

    “You’re wearing them.”

    “These are boxers!”

    “They would’ve looked like shorts if you’d worn the hoodie.”

    “I want my shit back,” you growled as you thrust yourself into his space. Pointing an accusatory finger, you continued, “I’d rather be covered in blood than accept your so-called hospitality. These aren’t even yours! Are they from your victims? Am I wearing a dead man’s clothes?”

    “If I say he’s now undead would that put you at ease?”

    Undead. Murdered, only to be reborn into an abomination.

    “You’re all the same. Stay the fuck away from me.”

    “Consider it done.” He chuckled, stretching his back. “I don’t need you. You’re the one that needs me.”

    Your chest tightened. He was right–of course he was–but that didn’t make it sting any less.

    Grimacing, you pushed past him and his taunts, breaking free of his imposing presence. The door swung open without hindrance. After your eyes adjusted to the blaring red lights and the headache-inducing bass, you took off in a run. The hall dragged on and on, the exit always just out of reach. Doors once closed creaked open, beckoning you inside, beckoning you to fall into sin.

    White lights flickered to life, chasing away the ruddy darkness. Shadows recoiled into their corners. Your pace faltered. With the last of your energy fading fast, you could push yourself no longer. You ran a hand through your hair as you caught your breath. Your skull was sensitive to the touch, and a migraine licked at your brain. Pain gnawed at your neck, pumping fire through your veins. Irritation flared in your inflamed joints and several of your muscles were taut enough to snap.

    Despite how far you’d run, you couldn’t see the exit. Emptiness spanned the distance both before and behind you, but also on each side. Your heart hammered away at a million beats per minute. Unsure what else to do, you continued forward. Meek footfalls rang out in the vast dark.

    Pitter-patter,

    Pitter-patter,

    Pit.ter.pat.ter,

    crack.

    The ground slumped and bowed, clinking like fractured ice. You froze. Sweat trickled down your nape. You took a step back. Glass splintered underfoot with a shrill wheeze. Allowing your gaze to drop, your gut clenched. There you were, clear as day, looking right back at yourself. Yet there was something unnatural about the way your eyes shifted, the way your lips parted with each inhalation. Something unholy, something starved.

    Scrambling to flee from the contorted image mocking you, your back met cold ice.

    “Now”—a melodic voice whispered in your ear—“what do we have here?”

    Your mind whirled as you spun around.

    No one was there.

    Nothing was in the room.

    Nothing except you.

    Mirrored on the walls, floor and ceiling, you couldn’t escape your reflection. It was a perversion of yourself: chest heaving, eyes hooded, lips swollen. Bile seared your throat, threatening to spew forth from your widening mouth. What should have been a scream was instead a carnal groan. It echoed all around you, bouncing off the glass.

    Turning from one mirror only led you to another. Eyes locked on the aberration, you could do naught but watch as your doppelganger’s tongue danced across sanguine lips. A smirk creeped across her face before she tossed her head back. Hands travelled down her form, too many to be just her own, groping and kneading her flesh. They tore and slashed at her clothes, exposing her body, your body.

    She writhed beneath their touch. Her nipples hardened and her breasts bounced. Clenching her thighs together, she resisted the hands trying to pry her legs open for mere seconds before giving in to their hungry advances. Two clawed fingers parted her lips, displaying her glistening cunt, while another dipped inside. Once more vulgar moans erupted from her, strangled and strained under the harsh grip of a pale hand. When she raised her head, goosebumps exploded down your arms.

    Eyes bathed in shadow burned red. Smudged makeup accentuated the pallor of her cheeks. Blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. It was vibrant against her dull, dead skin. She rode the hand finger-fucking her, body blurring as her speed increased.

    She came with a guttural scream. Ivory fangs shot out from blood-soaked gums. A torrential outpour of blood gushed from her mouth. It cascaded down her chin and neck before sliding down the valley of her breasts. The dark wave flowed between her legs, soaking her cunt and the long fingers still inside her, still fucking her through her orgasm.

    “Scared of your own reflection, cutie?”

    Your mouth, dry and raw, snapped shut, and with it came an end to the screaming. Released from the mirror’s spell, your head dropped, pressing your chin to your chest. You focused on your bare legs and feet. Spotless. Pristine. Unmarred by the repugnant touch of the depraved. Green apple and mint wafted around you, and a hint of lemon coated your tongue when you inhaled. It stung to breathe, but swallowing was worse. The tender lining of your throat felt shredded.

    Nails tapped against each of your shoulders in quick succession, demanding your attention. Bright red hair tickled your ear as the intruder leaned forward. You shivered as its cold cheek rested against yours. Feverish warmth radiated from your opposite cheek, expanding outward from the untreated bite.

    “Did you see something scawy?” it mocked, laughter bubbling in the back of its throat.

    Nails digging into your palm, you quelled the urge to lash out. It wasn’t the time or place for it, and without any of your tools you were a sitting duck. The last thing you wanted was Sangyeon stepping in again. Though, given your current state, you doubted he would even be able to save you, not when you already had one foot in the grave. One more strike to the head or another few ounces of blood drained and you were sure to be knocking on death’s door.

    “Don’t you speak?”

    When it was met with more silence, the vampire hummed. It brushed its thumb under your chin and you jerked away on pure instinct. Head raised, your eyes landed on its reflection. The new angle provided the bloodsucker better access to your neck. Its lips hovered over your pulsing artery. Time slowed as its gaze crept up the mirror.

    “Why would he pick such a boring toy to play with?”

    The stifling darkness devoured its whispered words. Fangs as white as snow prodded your skin. Eyes tainted with a sickening glow watched your every movement. Your mouth straightened into a thin line. A flash of amusement crossed its features. Pushing you further, its teeth threatened to sink into your flesh. Fingertips trailed down the curves of your body. Loitering near your hip, the leech fiddled with the hem of your shirt, lifting it–

    “Don’t touch me, fiend,” you snarled, jutting your elbow behind you.

    Barely managing to graze the vampiric parasite before it pulled away, you spun around into a defensive position, standing your ground even if it was futile. Your legs swayed and your arms drooped. Even on a good day the beast would have no trouble taking you down. With your energy depleted, mind lagging, and body on the verge of collapsing, you were like a toddler poking a lion.

    It cocked its head, grinning from ear to ear. “Now I understand.”

    A breeze whisked around you. Its scent, bitter like sliced lemons, rushed up your nostrils. Blinking at the empty space before you, your breath hitched when the cold, hard wall of its chest pressed against your back. You tried to leap forward but your legs refused. Propelled by the momentum, your top-half went down like a sack of potatoes.

    Ice-cold fingers latched onto the back of your neck. You growled as you were lifted upright by talons sharp enough to draw blood. Flailing to and fro, you swatted at the space behind you. Your hits never landed.

    “Why don’t you become mine instead? We can have all sorts of fun together,” it purred, wrapping an arm around your waist. Trapping you within its horrid embrace, it released your surely bruised neck, chuckling as your head slung forward.

    “Go to hell, demon.” Your words came out in pants, sounding distanced and muffled to your own ears. “I detest you.”

    “That’s not very nice… but,” it sang, enunciating the word much longer than necessary, “I love a challenge.”

    Two by two, rings of amber glowed from within the encroaching darkness.

    “We all do.”

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[haechanhues]

pairing : ji changmin x reader (the boyz)

warnings : relationship problems.

summary : a letter a day. a letter to the boy who has gone to fulfil his military enlistment.

word count : 370 words. 

taglist : @penny-quinn​ @tbzhub​ @bangchu-choi ​(can’t be tagged) 

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When the honeymoon phase wore off 

Dear Kyu. 

I find that I only adore you sometimes nowadays. You’ve started to annoy me and I can tell that you feel the same way about me. Some days you prefer to hang out with your friends by yourself and I find I like to talk to Juyeon without you being there sometimes. 

We’ve started our arguments and they’re about stupid things a lot of the time. None of it truly matters but the words we hissed at each other under wrath’s gaze was enough for the both of us to be left hurt by what the other had said. 

I do love you, still. 

But admittedly I wonder how long our relationship will last. 

I won't tell you this but I overheard you bitching about me to Younghoon once. I wonder why you don’t tell Juyeon these kinds of things anymore. But you tell Younghoon that Juyeon and I are always together. That if I wanted Juyeon I should’ve got Juyeon without pissing around with him. You should tell me your frustrations. But you haven’t and this was more than a month ago. 

Kyu, you are stupid and even writing this made me angry. 

You’re right. If I wanted Juyeon, I should’ve gotten him. But I didn’t because I didn't want him. Not like that. He understands me. He’s there for me. Sometimes it is like you are non-existent in my life and he’s the only one there. 

That’s sad, right? It doesn’t have to be. But it is, how the fuck is this our relationship? 

Can you tell by how thick I’m pressing on this pencil and how rushed my lines are? I’m angry at you. I want you to tell me when you’re angry, what you’re angry about and we’ll solve it together. But what I get is radio silence. Absolutely nothing from you, Kyu, nothing. 

I don’t want you to be like Juyeon. I want you to be Kyu, shining ever important Kyu but I want to be seen by you. I want to be appreciated. I want to feel like I’m loved no matter how you feel about me that day. 

Please, Kyu 

Sincerely 

Your girlfriend with hope. 

author’s note : try to get through this....

[aimeecarreros]

LEE SANGYEON The Boyz Inner Peace Interview

[kyufiber]

tongue tied (ongoing) (TBZ REWRITE!)

summary: for you, your second year of college means an opportunity to finally come out of your shell. you thought that meant mingling more with your tennis teammates, not drunkenly kissing someone at a party. was it the best kiss of your life? possibly. do you remember who you kissed? not in the slightest.

pairing: ? x fem!reader

a/n: hello all!! it's been two years and i've decided, in my return to tumblr, i'm rewriting tongue tied and changing some stuff- like the group. sorry to all ateez fans :( the group is changing to the boyz cus i'm a degen. some aspects will be the same, some will change. enjoy!

parts: profiles pt.1 / profiles pt.2 / one / two

playlist: a kiss the driver era • campus vampire weekend • suckerpunch pmbata • 80's movie pilar victoria • awkward silence stray kids • get you geowulf • my type saint motel • bruise between friends • i feel funny justin bieber • handclap fitz and the tantrums • all over cruisr (full playlist here!)

[winterchimez]

Set in the year 1911 in the streets of Whitechapel, London, a place infamous for its notorious Jack The Ripper murders that haunted the nation for the past decades. 

Except for the fact that the killer after seemingly disappearing for a while at least, decides to strike again. It is up to you as a rookie detective, the handsome yet charming profiler Lee Hyunjae, and your group of friends to finally put the killer behind bars once and for all. 

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader 

genre & warnings: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime, mentions of prostitution, graphic description of death, major characters death, alcohol, some fluff 

release: 26/04/2023

finished: 30/06/2023 

status: completed

a/n: this is my very first writing for tbz, or i should say my very first fanfic ever! i’m really excited and nervous at the same time but i really do wanna push myself to try doing so as i have had this in my drafts for the longest time ever (ps. thanks to all of the amazing writers out there who inspire me to do so!!) just to mention that english isn’t my first language so i do hope i’m able to do this fic justice lmao xD anyways i do hope you’ll come along this journey with me <3 

update: this is now part of my OT11 series! here is my Old Tales, New Beginnings masterlist!! 

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prologue 

chapter 1 

chapter 2 

chapter 3 

chapter 4 

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10 

epilogue 

[atinysunbaby]

Hi May I please request The Boyz reaction to s/o always asks for permission to kiss them even tho they have been dating for 2-3 months thank you 😁💗

☀️The boyz when you ask for permission to kiss them 1/2☀️

Lee Sangyeon

Not because you're shy or anything, but asking for permission to kiss Sangyeon seems like the right thing to do. Whenever the words leave your mouth, you stand awaiting for the subtle smile rising at the corner of his lips. "Can I kiss you?"

The way his eyes shine with adoration makes your stomach flutter and your cheeks heat up. You avoid eye contact in hopes that his gaze will somehow be directed away from you, but of course it doesn't happen.

What does happen, is your boyfriend's hand grabbing your chin and lifting your head to immediately put his lips on yours. The kiss is sweet and delicate, as if your the most precious thing in the world. "You don't have to ask baby, I always want kisses from you~"

Jacob Bae

"Kiss?" Lips puckered impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to kiss you, you hum in satisfaction when you feel his soft lips on yours. "There you go baby. Want another?"

You giggle has he keeps pecking your lips and face, trying to get away from the ticklish feeling but also wanting to lean in to his warmth.

You grab his face and wrap your legs around his body, pulling him closer to you. He seems a bit surprised, but laughs in amusement at your straightforwardness. "Guess you want more."

Kim Younghoon

"Babe! Y/N?" Younghoon calls your name repeatedly until you stop daydreaming. You gulp, your head titling down in embarrassment. The way he's looking at you with a small smirk, only further proves that he caught you.

"Is there anything you'd like to do baby?" The sudden confidence showing on his face surprises you, he's usually a little more on the shy side. He raises a brow waiting for you to speak or make a move.

"W- well, can I kiss you?" You ask nervously, cheeks feeling like they're on fire. He chuckles playfully and it makes you shiver. Slowly, his hands caress the sides of your face and he brings your face closer. His warm breath tickling your skin and you can't wait anymore, immediately pressing your lips to his.

Lee Jeahyun

You were just admiring your amazing boyfriend's side profile for a few minutes, forgetting about everything else. Even when he realizes you're checking him out. "What is it, is there something on my face?"

"No pretty boy, just admiring your beauty." Not expecting your straightforward answer, Hyunjae blushes, eyes widening as well as his mouth. "O-oh well, keep going then."

You squint your eyes at him, watching as he goes back to watching his favorite movie. It's obvious that he's nervous, but his attention also completely gets sucked onto the screen. "Hyunjae~ kiss?"

"Yes!" He prefers kisses over any movie and he sure proves it to you by throwing himself over your body, kissing you until your lips are wet and puffy.

Lee Juyeon

"Juyeon~" Just from the tone of your voice he knows what you're gonna ask, but still he waits for you to finish your sentence. "What is it baby?"

"Can I get a kiss, pretty please?" You pucker your lips, your eyes shining in anticipation. Juyeon sighs while watching you, tongue coming to wet his rosy lips. "You know we're married right? It means you get to have kisses whenever you want babe."

You're eagerness is now gone, pouting because he didn't kiss you immediately when you asked. Your husband quickly realises his mistake and gives you a small peck, hoping you'll react to it.

He's pleased when you're the one who takes over, pecks turning to deep kisses and then a pretty heated makeout. "Ok- ok babe, I gotta leave for my meeting. As much as I'd like to keep doing this, if I'm late, I'll be in deep shit."

"It's alright love, we can finish it when you get back." You wink and kiss him on last time before standing up and making your way to your shared bedroom, swaying your hips so his eyes stay fixed on you. "And I'll make sure to prepare till then."

Kevin Moon

"Kevin? Kev-" You seal your lips at the view that comes from behind his bedroom door. Your handsome boyfriend is sound asleep, face squished against the fabric of his pillow, hair looking so soft making you wanna run your fingers through it endlessly. His arms are wrapped around his blanket, veiny hands gripping the soft material making your heart flutter.

As you're practically drooling over him, you make your way to his bed. Your fingers find themselves playing with his hair like you imagined before, a loving smile appearing on your face as you hear your beautiful man humming at the feeling. "Kevin~ Could you open your eyes please? I need a kis-"

You gasp in surprise as he pulls you down over his body, kissing you deeply and holding you so you don't move away. You slap his chest and he dramatically whines, pretending to be hurt. "You said you wanted a kiss!"

》 Pt 2

[possession1981]

12 days of Cobmas (aka cleaning my drafts) 1/12

[kyusunyu]

SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau

[jeongjaebae]

1 plus 1

Pairing: Eric x reader Genre: fluff, fake dating Word count: 3.1k

While looking for an outfit for the party, you can't help but notice all the couples' BOGO sales going on. What better way to get free stuff than to pretend you're dating your best friend?

This has got to be the worst predicament you've been in this year. Forget walking into the wrong lab or tripping in front of the entire student body on campus, nothing has made you filled with such apprehension as the situation in front of you.

It's all Changmin's fault, really. He's the one who convinced you that pretending to be dating your best friend would be a good idea, but now, you don't even know if you're going to make it through this day. If you somehow actually go to his party, you're going to kill him, that scheming little—

"Y/N?" Eric's soft voice interrupts your violent thoughts. He's stopped a few steps ahead, holding out a hand as he waits for you to catch up, and that tiny smile on his lips is enough to wipe the rest of the complaints from your mind. Changmin who? The only thing on your mind is the way your palms start to heat up at the thought of having to hold his hand.

It all started a few weeks ago, at the beginning of the holiday season.

As per tradition, Changmin and Chanhee would be hosting another one of their infamous parties for the holidays this year. You received an invite from Changmin himself, perks of being his classmate or whatever it was he said; you hadn't been paying much attention when you were too busy thinking of the perfect excuse to not go. From the stories you'd heard about past events, this isn't something you particularly wanted to partake in.

But before you could spit out an excuse about your cousin's friend's sister's pet needing your full attention that weekend, Changmin was already telling you about the one plus one sales for couples that occurred during this time of year. Because Eric loves them, of course. And just imagine all the free stuff the two of you could get if you pretended to be a couple when you took him shopping to find an outfit for the party.

Simple enough, right?

When you first brought it up to Eric, you didn't think he would take it too seriously. Because, well, in your head, it should've been enough to show up together and look like a couple to participate in all those BOGO sales. The two of you standing side by side, the same awkward smiles pasted on your faces. That's why it never occurred to you that he would want to go further than the bare minimum and actually put on an act as if this was a role back in a high school drama class.

Now you'd have to live with knowing how soft his hands are and how well they seem to fit with yours as he intertwines your fingers together, but that this is only for the sake of getting a free hot chocolate. You'd know that the way his eyes soften and fill with fondness every time he looks at you is actually a look that's meant to be directed at that skincare package instead.

Once again, you curse at Changmin in your mind as you quickly catch up to Eric and slip your hand in his.

"Hey, let's go see what's over there?" he asks with a smile.

You nod, smiling back at him and ignoring the hard kick your heart does. Looks like your ulterior motive came back to bite you.

And so, the rest of the day is spent wandering from store to store and taking in all the eye-catching signs and colourful objects displayed in shop windows. You know how to play the part well and try to do an even better job than he does, almost one-upping him in a way. Eric might pull you towards him and gaze at you lovingly, but you go even further to lean in and brush away that eyelash that had fallen beneath his eye. He might take your hand in his or chain his arm with yours, but you move his arm to your waist instead so that you're nestled against his side.

It should be easy for the sake of free items, right? At least that's what you remind yourself. The truth is that this is easy because it's a role you've played all too many times in your head, having imagined this exact sequence of events. In a different context of course.

"This looks pretty cool." Eric points over in the distance and when you follow his gaze, you can see another big event going on right by the giant Christmas tree at the center of the mall.

The thought of doing any more pretending sends your stomach into a frenzy, but seeing the excitement in his eyes, you can't bring yourself to say anything. "Sure," you put on a smile and give his hand a squeeze, "let's go check it out."

The event isn't a buy one get one free sale, but rather a raffle. A bunch of prizes are lined up on the counter, with everything from cool kitchen appliances to gift cards to makeup sets and everything in between. Though raffles were never your forte, you actually consider entering this one when you see how Eric takes in the scene in front of him, eyes twinkling. You'd do it for him.

Or at least you thought you would until you get to the front of the crowd and hear the instructions for entering this raffle.

"Just take a picture of your kiss under the mistletoe," the lady says cheerfully, pointing you in the direction of the set. You follow her gaze and see it: there's a small Christmas tree, fake snow, even some reindeer figures set up.

Yes, it'd be a cute set up. It's just that you would think it's for kids' mall pictures with Santa, and not whatever the heck this is! This freaking kiss!

Before you get a chance to turn to Eric and voice your concerns, the two of you somehow get tangled up in the sea of people walking over, slowly pushing you along with them until you're right in front of the photo spot.

"You know... we, um, don't have to do this." You force on an air of nonchalance to hide your panic. At least no one else is paying you any attention; all these couples are too busy in their own world. "We probably won't win anything anyway."

So it really wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to pretend you never encountered this event and just walk away.

"Would you be okay with it?" Eric asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"With what? Not entering the raffle?" Of course I'd be okay with it, Eric, you think. Not an ounce of your hesitation is about the raffle or the prizes, and heck, there is no chance you'd win anything anyway.

"No," he says, shaking his head. There's a hint of a smile on his lips but his voice is quiet, perhaps hesitant like yours. "With kissing me."

You're almost sure you heard wrong.

"W-what?" you sputter, mind reeling over everything. Of all things you expected for today, kissing Eric was not one of them. It's not in the realm of imaginable things at all, and you have to force yourself to calm down when you answer. "Yeah," you croak, "um, yes. I'd be fine with that."

And for whatever reason, in the seconds upon hearing your answer, Eric's smile lights up his whole face and his eyes soften instantly. "Yeah?" He takes a step closer to you. "Okay. Good."

Everything in your mind seems to blur together as he slowly closes the distance. You're afraid, nervous, terrified that your lips are chapped, or your breath isn't pleasant. Or that your teeth might clack against his, assuming that your nose doesn't get in the way first. And no matter how well your best friend already knows you, you're not sure if he'll want to know you in this kind of way.

"Are you sure?" he whispers at the last second, breath grazing your lips. There are just millimeters between you now and he could've easily closed the distance, but he waits, searching for an answer in your eyes.

So you answer.

The second his lips meet yours, it's like all your thoughts disappear. This isn't like a first kiss, one that you always imagined might happen between the two of you, but rather a kiss of two lovers, already familiar with each other and unafraid to express their want. The unspoken 'I love you' is written through his gentle touch on your cheeks and at your jaw, and through your fingers between the strands of his soft hair.

And in this moment, it doesn't matter if this thing is for a raffle and if it's not real at all. Because none of it matters when you're kissing the one person you've been in love with for so long, when it might be enough to simply close your eyes, lean into the warmth of his every touch, and pretend.

Eric pulls back slightly and breaks the kiss first, but the way the two of you linger so closely together makes you feel like it was going to happen again.

Like it was somehow too real to be just acting.

"Oh, right," you say, quickly stepping back and ending the moment. "Um, I think we got it. Yeah?" You nod at the phone he's still holding out in front of the two of you in the selfie position. That's what quickly pulls you back to reality; you have to tell yourself it was for the selfie since it was all too easy to forget.

Eric quickly takes the phone and swipes across the screen a couple of times, away from your field of view. "Yeah, we got it."

So much for being a mediocre actor, you think bitterly. You don't know how he did it, but he has to be some sort of expert if he was able to fake something like this. Maybe he's thinking of someone else when he's doing all of this, someone who's not you.

And perhaps this is the worst part of today. Knowing how gentle the caress of his hands against your face could be, knowing the warmth of his mouth and how he tastes on your tongue.

Knowing that none of it is for you.

Eric calls you again, beckoning you over to where he's finished filling out the info for the raffle ticket, and then the two of you are off to the next spot as if nothing even happened.

In the end you don't win the raffle, but it never mattered anyway. It especially doesn't when it feels like you've won the lottery and then lost your ticket.

As the two of you continue exploring the mall, Eric gradually gets quieter and quieter. At first you don't notice it since he's been on the quieter side today, opting to walk silently next to you when he's not excitedly dragging you off to stores. But when you walk past one of those giant "1 plus 1" signs at the entrance of a store and he gives no reaction whatsoever, and he doesn't even seem to see the cats in the window of the cat cafe, that's when you realize something isn't right.

Sure, you could be overthinking it and he could merely be tired after a long day of walking around, but this is Eric. You knowyour best friend wouldn't be one to pass up any sales like this, especially since they're what you came here for today after all.

The drive home is mostly silent too, relying on the holiday tunes on the radio to fill the gaps. It's silent until he walks to you to the entrance of your house, and then he finally speaks.

"I—I have something to tell you," Eric says softly, only briefly meeting your eyes before looking at the ground.

This is it, you think. This is why he fully retreated into his head for the latter half of your outing—it must've been from the kiss. You weren't able to hide your feelings while doing all this today, and he had to have realized what a mistake everything was. Now, it might just be the downfall of your entire friendship.

"Y/N, I'm sorry."

"Why are you saying that?" You let a note of casualness slip into your voice and hope it'll conceal your concern a bit. All you want to do is to play dumb, to pretend like there's nothing wrong at all. "For what?"

Eric sighs, slumping against your front door. He looks thoroughly torn and this is probably the most stressed you've ever seen him. It has to be something big if this is a reaction even exam season couldn't get out of him, and it makes you all the more nervous too.

Because it can't mean anything good.

"Well, we didn't even end up finding you an outfit today."

"Oh. Right." You're not sure how to react to that, suddenly unsure if this should be considered good news or bad news. What you know is that it's certainly not something worth being upset over. "That's fine, don't worry about it. Honestly, I don't think I'll go to the party anymore."

A look of confusion creeps onto Eric's face. "What, why? I thought you wanted to go."

"Meh, it's not that important and like, Changmin is kind of weird." You shrug. "But that's not what you wanted to tell me, is it?"

"N-no." He briefly looks startled, and you wonder if he was about to chicken out of saying anything at all if you hadn't prompted him. You wonder if you should've just let him. "It's about... today.

"Today."

"Yeah," he says and doesn't make a move to continue.

You can see the gears turning in his mind but it's clear that neither of you want to breach the topic of how your friendship will never be the same again after everything that happened today.

"Today when we were pretending—um, how do I say this?" Eric pauses and runs a hand through his hair, then takes a deep breath. "Okay, I'll just go ahead and say it."

You have to mentally brace yourself as you await the final blow. He'll say that the two of you shouldn't have done it, that he was so focused on the sales that he never realized it'd be a mistake. Then you'd have to put on your best poker face and agree and pretend like each time you see him—if you ever see him again—you're not reminded of the fond smiles he's shown you, or how his every breath sounds when his lips are against yours.

"What we did today," he drags out slowly. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but if you were, or you just hated all of it... Sorry, I didn't mean to get so carried away." His eyes flicker to yours before looking away as the words tumble out of his mouth all at once. "I would never risk our friendship over something so trivial, Y/N. The ice cream wasn't great and hell, I wasn't even interested in that raffle."

"No, it's fine," you mutter automatically and let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. At least he doesn't want to stop being friends with you entirely. But then your mind processes his words, and you realize exactly what you heard. "Wait, did you just say you weren't interested in the raffle?"

"Yeah, I mean, the prizes weren't very good—" Eric stops abruptly. His eyes widen when they meet yours, turning impossibly big as his mouth opens slightly in realization. "I—well, I mean..."

He continues to struggle with coming up with what to say, going as far as turning away from you completely. You might've chosen to fill the silence before, but this time your heart is beating so loudly that you can hardly speak either.

Having no excuse left, Eric finally turns back to face you and sighs. "I know what we did today was supposed to be fake, but that's not how I saw it. It was real to me, Y/N. I wanted to believe that it was more than just acting. That maybe... you might feel the same way."

You can't believe what you're hearing. The kiss may have been the least expected part of your day before, but this is something straight out of a dream. It's so surreal that it has you searching Eric's face for any hint that this is some kind of joke or a prank, but the way he avoids your gaze and focuses on the ground in front of him proves otherwise.  

"You... you—what?" is the only thing you can get out in this moment. You stare at him, and he stares back.

"Well, um." He blinks, licks his lips. Looks everywhere except at you. "Actually, you know what, just forget I ever said anything. If you never want to see me again, I get it."

"No, Eric." You shake your head, trying to snap out of your thoughts. "I'm just a bit in disbelief right now because I was supposed to be the one telling you that, not the other way around."

It's his turn to be frozen in shock. "What?"

"It was all real to me too." Something tells you to reach for his hand just as you'd done many times throughout the day, but this time you're tentative. This time you're hesitating at the last second like you can't believe this is really happening, that it's really okay to do when no longer under the guise of those sales, and it isn't until Eric reaches out for you that you realize it's okay. It's all real. "I've felt this way for a while and I don't know if I was ever going to tell you, but then this came up. Actually—Changmin was the one who gave me the idea of using the outfit shopping excuse to go and check out those one-plus-one sales because you like them."

Eric furrows his brows. "Changmin gave you the idea?"

"Yeah. I didn't really want to go to the party but he kind of blackmailed me with this."

"No way." His jaw drops a little. "Because Chanhee was the one who gave me the idea. I just thought it was a coincidence when you brought it up first that day."

You've heard stuff about Chanhee and Changmin's parties before but never realized that maybe this is what people meant. And now, you're not even sure if you should be mad about it. A minute ago, you were picturing the worst that could happen after today's events, but it seems like you actually got the best possible outcome, one that you hadn't even dared to hope for.

Eric gives your hand a squeeze, and when you meet his eyes, he's smiling. "So if I go to the party, will you be my plus one?"

[cloverdaisies]

# GENESIS ༉‧₊˚.

lee juyeon post apocalyptic au / juyeon x fem! reader

༉‧₊˚. “who will be first to bite into the forbidden fruit?”༉‧₊˚.

̗̀➛ genre: sci-fi, romance, action/thriller, angst, touch of fluff, suggestive, enemies to lovers.

̗̀➛ description: the world was destroyed by nuclear warfare, 177 years later the only survivors were those living in a large system of underground bunkers, with food supply running short and rationing proving no longer effective. the higher council decide to send the younger generation of juveniles to the surface to test the earth’s survivability.

̗̀➛ authors note: hi daisies, since i’m back in my the 100 phase i’m channelling my inner 15 year old jasper jordan obsessed self to write this.. i decided to rewatch s1 (refuse to rewatch later seasons for my sanity lmfao) last week whilst i was bedrotting and a spark of inspiration came to me to write this! it’s my first series on this page so do enjoy!

chapters :

̗̀➛ chapter one

༉‧₊˚. > the bunker project genesis is being discussed, it seems as if the plan to send the delinquent youth to the surface is their only chance to guarantee whether it’s truly survivable up there.. that’s if.. it is successful..

̗̀➛ chapter two

̗̀➛ chapter three

̗̀➛ chapter four

̗̀➛ chapter five

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Bloodlust Masterlist

Sangyeon x Fem!Reader x TBZ || True Blood AU || Smut Series

Status;; Ongoing!

Pairing;; Sangyeon x Fem!Reader , TBZ x Fem!Reader

Genre;; Smut, Vampire AU, Dark Fic

WC;; 6k

Series Summary;;

Thanks to the creation of synthetic blood, vampires are “out of the coffin” and dominating the nightlife of every major city. While most humans live their entire lives without ever coming face to face with one, there are others that actively seek them out – some in search of pleasure, others to inflict pain. Both extremes often find themselves lured toward establishments such as The Stealer.  Your intentions, however, lie elsewhere.  In order to hunt down a rogue vampire that’s always three steps ahead, you’ve found yourself doing the unfathomable: seeking out Seoul’s Sheriff. Forging an alliance with Sangyeon would surely turn the tables in your favour… but if you fight fire with fire, you’re liable to get burned.

Series Warnings;;

Smut series so explicit language and sexual content, many kinks to be explored, Sangyeon-centric but there will be smut scenes with the other members!! True Blood / Vampire AU so it’s hypersexualised, LOTS of blood / bloodplay, freaky deaky shit, canon-typical violence, canon-typical whoring [smut, smut and more smut] but not too heavy on the horror elements... well, maybe I’ll sprinkle some horror in, just for funsies.  Dark as in violence, death, murder, blackmail, gore, probably some dubcon elements, horror, etc etc but NO main character death!!  Cliché main plot because that isn’t what’s important [we’re all here for the smut, right?] Did I mention True Blood AU?? This is important, okay, this isn’t like Twilight – the vampires in this are WILD. It’s a bit fucked up. There are some raw and gritty scenes made with the intention of making you uncomfortable. 

Chapter List;;

Chapter One || The Stealer Chapter Two || Coming Soon...

WC;; 6.1k

My Masterlist

[kyufessions]

THE BOYZ FLOWERS SERIES ☀︎

flowers are more than just a pretty gift- they have deeper meaning. this is a mini series dedicated to the boyz where each member is assigned a different flower, each story different from the last.

taglist; none

COMPLETE

SANGYEON - PEONY

you and sangyeon are celebrating your three year anniversary as a married couple- but how did you get here?

JACOB - LILY OF THE VALLEY

when single father jacob goes to drop off his daughter to their first day of first grade, he didn’t expect to see you there as well.

YOUNGHOON - LAVENDER

you never believed in love at first sight, but this tall puppy of a man sure did- especially when it came to you.

HYUNJAE - DAHLIA

jaehyun was never one to enjoy change in his life- that was until you came along.

JUYEON - GARDENIA

being rivals when it came to dance was no secret, unlike your secret rendezvous’.

KEVIN - HYACINTH

after another long fight for the eighth night in a row, kevin is left wondering about your relationship.

CHANHEE / NEW - DELPHINIUM

if chanhee never supposedly got close to anyone, why was he so open to becoming close to you?

CHANGMIN / Q - SUNFLOWER

a look on your journey with changmin as he conquers his life long dream.

HAKNYEON - TUILIP

although everything was so wrong, everything still felt so right.

SUNWOO - WHITE ROSE

maybe the university’s star soccer player isn’t who you thought he originally was.

ERIC - ACACIA

you didn’t like being the secret anymore.

[sungbeam]

guys i was taking a break from writing to try out a new layout for the liu masterlist, and i finally wrote some taglines for the remaining fics 🙇🏻‍♀️ i might actually transfer them later, but for now, take ur peek 🧚‍♀️

[aimeecarreros]

new | come on! the boyz god-saeng epilogue