#woozi x femreader

[24carathoney]

Backseat | C.SC | 18+

MDNI +18

Pairing: Seungcheol x FemReader 

Wc: 1.2k

Genre: Smut, no plot just porn

Warning: Minors do not interact! Seungcheol teasing // fingering (f. receiving) // oral (m. receiving) // public // use of pet names like princess and my love // Woozi graces us with his sass // Established Relationship

Summary: You and Seungcheol call dibs on the backseat.

To say you were mortified was an understatement. Any of the boys can turn around and look you in your blissed out face that something was happening. What started out as subtle touches and quick glances ended up with your boyfriend's fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy in the backseat. You pulled at the blanket that was covering the two of you up to your nose as you spread your legs for better access. The book you were reading laid long forgotten, chapter lost once you realized you couldn't focus on the words printed on the pages.

“Seungcheol.” You sounded out his name as a warning and he turned to you with the most innocent smile on his face. 

“Yes my love?” He asked and you narrowed your eyes. “The guys are right in front of us.” He brushed along your slit in one swipe without a care in the world.

“Then I suggest you stay quiet princess.” His cold finger came in contact with your clit you grabbed onto his wrist, hips twitching from the sudden contact. Your eyes started to shift focus as he rubbed small circles around the throbbing bud with his thumb. You were thankful the radio was one and half the boys had headphones on, or eyes they would hear how wet you were at your boyfriend's assault on your core. He peppered kisses down your neck and you tilted your head to give him more access. He gave a harsh suck and you covered your mouth with your hand to swallow the moan that nearly slipped out. 

He scooped up some of your arousal, bringing his fingers in front of your face. You knew what he wanted and immediately opened your mouth, slowly taking his fingers down your throat tasting yourself. Thank God you could control your gag reflex or else the boys in front of you would erupt in chaos. Seungcheol had to hold back a groan of his own as he watched you suck on his fingers like you would his cock. Speaking of, he was throbbing under the restraints of his jeans, wanting nothing more than to have your walls milking him dry. But he was just fine watching you cum from his fingers, wanting to feel your clench around them. He slipped his hand into your shorts to quickly slip back into you and immediately curled his finger reaching that perfect spot inside you, enjoying the way you jolted next to him. You hid your face in his neck as you started circling your hips to match his thrusts. “Cheollie, the guys….” 

“But look at how needy you are. Fucking yourself on my fingers. What if someone turns around?” He continued to toy with you, just to see how far you'll go until you break. He's set on making you cum in the back seat when he adds a second finger to the mix, making sure to rub quick circles around your clit with his thumb. Applying pressure to the bud he watches you twitch in your seat, grabbing onto him to keep yourself grounded. 

“Is my baby gonna cum?” He whispered and you quickly nodded your head, the feeling becoming too much. Your hand tightly wrapped around his wrist as you started to flutter around his digits as you always did when the knot in your stomach unraveled. 

He grabs your chin, slamming his lips into yours, his tongue grazing your bottom lip, swallowing any sounds you made as you silently ride out your orgasm. He kisses along your neck, coaxing you through your mind shattering high, leaving you a little over sensitive. His breath fanning over your skin as he silently relishes his accomplishment. You leaned back into the seat with your eyes closed and hissed as he slowly pulled out his hand from your shorts, brushing against your throbbing clit. The feeling of emptiness quickly replaced that of the bliss you felt moments prior. He immediately moved to kiss you again, giving you the reassurance you needed as your body started to relax. When he pulled away you still had a dazed grin on your face, you bottom lip between your teeth becoming more aroused as he licked his fingers clean.

“You still with me baby?” He asked you quietly and you gave him a small nod, not being able to form words. Before he could go back to his phone, you dropped your hand in his lap, rubbing against the bulge in his pants. He raised an eyebrow at your mischievous grin, your eyes watching the boys ahead of you.

“I'm still here.” Before he could lay your head on his shoulder you had already unzipped his pants, scanning the van and leaning down to his lap. You didn't miss the way his cock pulsed as your breath fanned over the red tip. You dragged your tongue over the vein of his cock watching as his head fell back. You quickly took as much of him as you could in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length. This isn't the first time you'd given him a blowjob around the boys so you knew how to keep yourself quiet. You just wished the others weren't here so you'd be able to listen to the lewd sounds that he's holding back. Looking up at him through your lashes as you licked from the base to his tip, circling your tongue around his throbbing head. 

“Fuck.” His fingers tangled in your hair pushing you further down till the tip was touching the back of your throat. He knew you could take it so his hips slightly thrusted upwards, chasing his release that was on the brink. He let out a short groan as he stared down at you. His dick disappearing between your lips, your hands twisting around what was left as you worked him closer and closer to his own orgasm. He glanced up to make sure no one was looking before holding your head down against the base for a couple of seconds, enjoying the way your throat flexed as you tried not to gag. 

You tapped his thigh causing him to let go so you could come up for air. You pecked his lips before getting back to work, wanting him to cum down your throat. Within seconds you were back on him with your cheeks hollowed out and your hand in hiss jeans massaging his balls, that was enough to push him over the edge, long ribbons of his warm cum shooting down your tongue. His eyes flutter closed as his hips stutter and he stills with his tip in the back of your throat. He ran a hand through his hair when you sat up and opened your mouth, showing him you swallowed every drop. 

“That's my fucking girl.” He growled in your ear before grabbing your hair to guide you into his lips. After a quick make out he tucked himself back in his pants. “Guess we'll continue once we get to the lodge, yeah?”

“Damn right.” You grinned and continued your book for the rest of the ride until you arrived at your destination.  As everyone got out of the vehicle before you, Jihoon was quick to turn around and caught your gaze with his narrowed eyes.

“The next time you two call the backseat I'm sitting my ass up front.” He said quietly with a look of disgust before moving to exit out the door and you covered your mouth with your hand. Seungcheol threw his head back in laughter as you buried your face in your book.

[networkluvs]

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none! :)

“Finally, everyone’s here!” Jeonghan smiled widely as he opened the door, letting you, Wonwoo, and Misty into his apartment. He wore a festive antler headband with a Santa outfit, the same outfit as Wonwoo’s which you found quite humorous. However, when you walked further into the apartment, everyone was wearing a Santa outfit.

Misty pouted and whined looking at the array of Santas in front of them, “And no one told me?”

You laughed before setting down the gifts you and Misty brought underneath the Christmas tree. You couldn’t help but notice one gift that was wrapped in the shape of a guitar case. “No way,” you thought to yourself, “Jihoon couldn’t have gotten me the guitar, right?”

“Good news!” Mingyu shouted, distracting your train of thought. He came out of the kitchen in a red apron tied around his Santa costume with a soup ladle in hand, “Sooyoung's Soup Extravaganza isn’t a failure! Let’s eat then open gifts okay?”

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“Alrighty! Who should go first?” Seokmin said as everyone spread their seating around the living room. Surprisingly, Soonyoung’s soup was indeed not bad, it was quite delicious in fact. You could see the beaming smile on Soonyoung’s face after everyone complimented his good job with the meal prep. You sat on the floor next to Misty, adjusting the festive Santa hat Soonyoung gave to you after calling his chicken noodle soup “The Best Chicken Noodle Soup you’ve ever had.”

Seungcheol left his seat on the couch to grab his gift, later handing it to Joshua, “I know how much you miss your family and that this isn’t the ideal situation to spend the holidays, but Merry Christmas, Shua. I hope you had fun this month regardless.”

“Cheol…” Joshua nearly teared up, opening the small red envelope and staring at the contents within. A plane ticket to Los Angeles lied in front of him, “You didn’t have to…”

“Jeonghan and I pitched in,” He explained more, “It’s set for the summer so when you’re done with graduate school, you can visit before residency.”

There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room when Joshua stood up to engulf both his roommates into a hug. You were wiping the tears that streamed down your face with your sleeve when Joshua said while chuckling, “Alright! Enough crying, I’ll give my present now!”

Joshua ran under the tree to give Chan his gift and judging from the wrapping shape itself, it seemed like Chan would be receiving a vacuum cleaner. But as Chan unwrapped the contents of the present, it turned out that he received a new pair of sneakers instead. “Of course Joshua would pull something like this.” You thought to yourself as you examined the changed reaction on Chan’s face.

“Woah! Joshua, did you order these from America? They don’t sell these in Korea.” Chan asked in awe, holding up the pair of clean blue and white shoes for everyone to see.

Joshua grinned while patting the younger on the back, “Yeah! I had a friend visit from America recently and he delivered these for me.”

“Thank you so much, I love them!” Chan said while taking off his slippers to do a few dance moves in his new shoes.

“Hey! Don’t crease them!”

Laughter erupted in the friend group as Chan sang a few lines of Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson while doing his signature moves. In moments like these, where only happiness could be found in the room, you knew for sure you had found your place in life. You were destined to be a part of this large, family-like friend group, and you were glad to meet them all in this precious life.

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Shortly after Jihoon opened his gift from Minghao, which was a miniature piano that could connect to his laptop to produce songs, Jihoon stood up from his seat on the floor. He grabbed the gift that you knew belonged to you from under the tree, later handing the large present towards you while saying, “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You grinned slightly as you ripped the wrapping paper off the present, the tears showcasing the shiny black guitar case underneath. As you looked up at Jihoon, you could see that he was quite flustered at all the comments being made about your gift.

“As expected from our Jihoon!” Jeonghan said while patting his younger friend on the back.

“No way! You got her the guitar she’s been wanting?” Vernon exclaimed.

When you opened the case, the all-black, six-stringed electric guitar that you’ve been dreaming of for months was laid perfectly inside the case. You noticed that in one of the mesh pockets inside the case, a decorative envelope with your name written on it was neatly placed. Jihoon quickly mentioned, almost as if he knew what you were thinking at that moment, “There’s a letter inside, you can read that later tonight.”

The room filled with oohs and awes right after, causing both yours and Jihoon’s faces to burn up. You gathered the courage to look up at the boy in front of you, engulfing him in a hug while softly speaking, “Thank you, Jihoon.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

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Everyone was messing around with their gifts, getting ready to watch movies to end the night when you excused yourself to the balcony to read Jihoon’s letter. Impatience ran through your veins as you zipped your puffy coat, placing the letter neatly into your pocket as you opened up the balcony. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too cold outside. It was cloudy for sure, the sky was illuminating different hues of grey, but somehow it was still bright outside, making it legible to read the letter.

You grabbed the envelope from your coat pocket, opening it from its fold while grabbing the letter inside. A smile appeared on your face as you saw the familiar writing on top of the paper. You began to read the letter in your head.

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Dear Y/N,

Were you surprised?

You’ve been eyeing this guitar for so long! Even before you decided to come work at the music store, I remember seeing this cute girl come in every Saturday to stare at the black electric guitar and thinking “I hope she doesn’t know how to play… maybe I could give her lessons!” You could not imagine the disappointment I felt when you started shredding one of the electrics the next week.

Don’t even get me started on how much I admire your advocation for music education… Seeing you teach the beginners’ lessons and seeing the kids’ bright smiles after, knowing that someone out there supports their passion for learning an instrument is so special. And you know what? I completely understand how they feel because you’ve shown the same support to me. I've never been able to talk about my interest in music with someone, or even to talk to someone who has the same dreams of becoming a music producer comfortably, but with you? The world is a blank sheet of music, and every time we talk about our hopes and dreams for the future, a bar full of the sweetest melodies is added.

I can't say I didn't see it coming, but it did catch me a bit off guard when I realized how much I cared for you in ways that a lover would. I find you so admirable. I mean, really, what's there not to like? Your loyalty to friends is astonishing, the way you ramble about life to me during break time (hand movements included! I love it when you describe a crazy encounter with your hands), your kindness to others, how smart and bright you are, not to mention you’re so so pretty. I admit. I've caught myself staring at you more times than I've changed guitar strings.

Y/N, you’re bound to do great things in this world, I just know it. Whenever you feel like a failure, or that you’re not good enough, I hope you’ll remember my sincere words.

I love you, Y/N. I’m most definitely truly, madly, deeply, enamored by you. I adore you.

With love, your Jihoon.

—

Tears were falling from your face, landing directly on the paper after you finished reading Jihoon’s letter. After placing the letter back into its respective envelope and into your pocket, you rested your head on top of your arms while leaning on the balcony’s railing, softly mumbling to yourself, “This guy has no idea what he does to me.”

Just then, you felt a hand softly stroking your hair, causing you to jump back to reality. When you looked up at who the hand belonged to, you were appalled to see the person you were thinking of. Although your vision was semi-blurry from the tears, you could make out that the figure in front of you was Jihoon

“Jihoon-”

“Y/N,” He interrupted you, “You know how I told you I wasn’t ready for… us yet.”

You nodded slightly while playing with your thumbs with anxiety. Jihoon exhaled shortly after, causing a puff of white vapor to escape from his pink lips, “Well, the reason I wasn’t ready was that I wanted to wait for this day.”

“R-Really?”

He nodded, “I wanted you to receive your last gift before I asked you out. I know how much it means to you… to be able to have the guitar of your dreams.”

Although your heart was pounding out of your chest, somehow Jihoon’s words made the rhythms worse. Before you could say anything in response, he cut you off once again, “But now that it’s over with,” he exhaled shakily, “I’ve been wanting to ask you this since the day you started shredding on the guitars at work. Y/N, Will you do me the honors of letting me be your boyfriend?”

All you could do in response was cup Jihoon’s soft cheeks, smashing your lips into his shortly after.

What the books say about a true love's kiss wasn’t real. He didn’t taste like bitter coffee and you didn’t feel fireworks erupt in your stomach. Jihoon did, however, taste of sweet hot chocolate with hints of cooling peppermint, and your stomach felt warm like a fireplace. Jihoon’s hands found their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him just like the time underneath the mistletoe. Deepening the kiss further, you felt the slight smile escape from his lips as he moved in sync with yours.

As you parted away from the kiss, keeping your foreheads together, you noticed that Jihoon’s eyes were still closed from being too embarrassed to look at you after the kiss. You softly giggled before Jihoon asked, finally opening his eyes to meet yours, “So… was that a yes?”

“It most definitely was, Jihoon. I would love to be your girlfriend.”

“Great,” He managed to get out before pulling you in for one more kiss, “Because I want to do that again.”

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adore you | all I want for christmas is you

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

a/n: words cannot describe how much I enjoyed writing this series and hearing so much feedback from you all throughout the journey, and it saddens me so much to say that this series has found its last chapter! thank you all so much for all the support, before I can say anything further without being repetitive I think I'll just let Vernon say what I want to say :)

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bonus!

[fan-imagines]

Billy Hargrove~Roofied

Billy x FemReader

Synopsis - You and Billy get into an argument on the way to a party. At the party, you go your separate ways, only reuniting when you are drugged by a classmate. 

Word Count - 4.1k+

**Warnings** drugging, mentions of sexual assault, violence, underage drinking

- Requested By - @peakascum​

A.N. So sorry this request took so long. Also sorry about how long it’s been since i posted. I have an insane amount of school and work full time, so i hardly have time to write. I appreciate the constant support people have shown to this page. It means a lot :)

p.s. i hope i did your request justice @peakascum​ 

p.s.s. in the gif, just focus on him gripping the steering wheel lol

‘’Do we really have to talk about this now? Come on, Y/n.’’ Billy and I are on our way to another one of Tommy’s parties. I don’t even want to go, but Billy had originally wanted me to, and had already told half the school that we would both be there. Now I’m obligated to show up. I just asked Billy about something that had happened at the last night at the party we were at.  

I take a sip of my drink as I walk throughout the party. I lost Billy a few minutes ago, as I went to refill my cup. I make it to the main hot spot of the party, which is the backyard. I appreciate the breath of fresh air I inhale as I continue to walk. I finally spot Billy, standing near the pool, with only his jeans on. His shirt is nowhere to be seen. There is some random girl next to him, holding his arm, which makes me feel warm, as anger fills me, which is most likely the booze in my system.  

I begin to make my way over to him, but I stop myself so I can see how he reacts. She whispers something to him, and he laughs. He nods as she walks away from him, and I think that maybe she is done hanging on him, but she pulls of her shirt and jumps into the pool. She comes back up and motions for Billy to join her. I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t oblige, but her does. I down the rest of my drink. Now I make my way towards him.  

‘’Billy!’’ I shout. He looks up at me, and pulls himself out of the pool.  

‘’What, Y/n? You’re always nagging.’’

‘’I wouldn’t have to nag if you didn’t let bimbos hang out you like flies to sh*t.’’

‘’Whatever.’’ He walks away from me, and I let him, not really wanting to hash this out, as I am now suddenly aware of the amount of people around me. I avoid him the rest of the night, and ride home with Nancy.

That was all yesterday; there was a party on Friday. Today is supposed to be an even bigger party because today is Saturday, and that’s how it goes here in Hawkins. I haven’t talked to Billy since this all happened yesterday, but I wanted to bring it up now. Mostly because I was drunk, and I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up.

‘’Why can’t we do this now? We haven’t talked since last night.’’

‘’Yeah, and I wonder what that reason is.’’

‘’Hey, this is not only my fault. You know how it makes me feel when there are always girls all over you, Billy. I’ve told you many times before.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don’t understand why you get so upset over that. I didn’t do anything with those girls. You were right there, and you saw me do nothing, right? Okay, then.’’ He grips the steering wheel harder, trying to stay calm.^^^ I noticed he did this a lot when we first started dating, and he would have to deal with his dad more often than now.  

‘’You have no right to say that to me, knowing how you are. You practically put any guy that comes near me in a coffin.’’

‘’That’s because I know these guys’ intentions.’’ He says, quickly turning to look at me, before continuing back at the road. He is driving faster now, but not too fast to make me nervous. We’re only a few minutes from the party now, and I anxiously await it's come to so I can take a breather. And get a drink.  

‘’And I know these girls’ intentions. Come on, Billy. I’m not stupid.’’

‘’You are if you think that I would do anything with these girls.’’

‘’Well, you don’t make it seem that you don’t.’’ I say and put my head down.

‘’Come on, Y/n. Don’t actually be stupid.’’

‘’How would I know, huh, Billy?’’

‘’God, maybe if I did go with them, they wouldn’t bother me so much. You never give it a rest. I never get any peace with you Y/n.’’ My face falls, and I don’t even feel like arguing anymore. I look over to Billy, but his face doesn’t falter. He just continues to grip the steering wheel until we make it to the party. We pull up and he quickly pulls up next to the yard to park the Camaro.  

‘’I’m, uhm, gonna go find Nancy and Steve.’’ I say in a quiet voice.

‘’Of course, you are.’’ He gets out of the car, and slams the door harder than I was expecting, which makes me flinch from the sound. I feel like crying from the words he said to me, but I ignore the feeling of tears swelling in my eyes, and get out of the car.  

I make my way into the house, needing to find a drink. I quickly find one of the many kegs, and fill my solo with the liquid. I down the whole cup, and fill it again before walking away to find Nancy and Steve.  

I walk around, not seeing anyone I know well enough to talk to. Across the room, I see Nancy standing the corner, slightly swaying to the music blasting throughout the house. I go over to her, getting run into and hit on the way over, but I sigh with relief once I am standing in front of her and she is smiling at me.  

‘’Hey, Y/n!’’ She says to me, in a very cheery voice.

‘’Hi, Nance.’’ I say, trying to mask my sadness, but I don’t do too good of a job, cause her face immediately scrunches in confusion.

‘’Wait, Y/n, what’s wrong?’’ She grabs my arm in endearment.

‘’I just got into it with Billy right before coming here. I'll be fine. I just want to drink, and forget about it for now.’’

‘’Oh, okay. I’m sorry.’’  

‘’It’s alright. Where’s Steve?’’ I ask, needing to change the subject from me.  

‘’He went to go get us both drinks.’’ As she finishes her sentence, Steve is handing her cup of whatever drink he found. ‘’Speak of the devil.’’

‘'Hey, Y/n.’’ Steve smiles to me. He wraps his arm around Nancy’s shoulder, and pulls her close.  

‘’Hi, Steve.’’

‘’I assume Billy is doing a keg-stand somewhere?’’ He chuckles. I shrug, and lightly smile.

‘’Knowing him, probably.’’ I see Nancy nudge him in the side, signaling for him to shut up about Billy. He looks visibly confused, but doesn’t question it.  

We talk a little more, about the exam we have on Monday in Mr. Lazinski’s class, and about how last night’s party was insane because of the pool jumping that happened at the end.  

‘’Yeah, so I ended up being pushed in by Steve, but I grabbed his arm so he fell in with me.’’ Nancy laughs as she tells me. I laugh too, being able to picture the look on both of their faces as they fell into the water. I go to respond, but I am stopped by Nancy’s squeal. ‘’I love this song.’’ It’s Super Freak by Rick James.

‘’Come on, dance with me.’’ Steve pulls her away, and I smile as I watch them go away. My smile slowly falters as I think back to my situation with Billy. Does he not want to be with me? That can’t be true. He said I bother him, so maybe he would be okay if we weren’t together anymore. I’m pulled out of my thoughts when someone taps my shoulder. I turn and see one of my friends from my physics class, Johnny.  

‘’Hi, Johnny. How’s it going?’’

‘’Going good. Sorry I tapped you. I called your name, but I guess you didn’t hear me. How come you aren’t with Billy?’’ I sigh, once again thinking about Billy.

‘’He, uhm, he went to go find Tommy and Carol. Probably to commend them on the party.’’ I don’t know him well enough to spill out all my problems.  

‘’Oh, okay. Do you want a refill?’’ He asks me, gesturing to my semi-empty cup. I nod to him.

‘’Yeah, sure. That would be nice. Thank you.’’ I smile to him and hand him my cup. He takes my cup from me and walks away. He’s back in a few seconds with a drink that’s different than what I had the first time. Instead of the color being red, it’s now a dark purple, and it’s fizzing a little. Hmm, maybe they had to make more. I thank Johnny for the drink and take a sip. It's gross, so it’s probably a lot stronger. There’s also not as much, so I assume it’s supposed to be taken like a shot. I came for the free booze anyway, so down the hatch. I quickly down it, and I see Johnny smile. I assume it’s because I took it like a champ. He walks away from me, but I feel too buzzed to even care. I look around the party and see Steve and Nancy still dancing.

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A few minutes pass by, and I feel worse and worse. My head is spinning and feels like it's being pounded into, my throat is on fire, and my limbs feel like they’re going numb. Like I could fall at any second. My mind starts to feel hazy, and I can’t think about anything. I feel woozy, not tired, just very out of it. There’s no way that drink was that strong, or took affect that quickly for me to feel like this. There is a hand on my waist, and I sigh, assuming it’s Billy, regardless of how we left off. I turn to the face, but I am met with Johnny’s instead.  

He wraps his arm around my waist, and begins to pull me away. My mind screams for me to stay put, suddenly feeling very scared, but my body follows involuntarily. I have almost no control.

‘’Where’s Billy? I wantt to go home, nowww.’’ I slur as Johnny helps me up the stairs, but more like drags me up them.  

‘’Shh, shh, shh.’’ He hushes me, and opens the door to one of the various rooms in this house. He leads me to a bed, and sits me down. I fall, laying on the bed now, as my body seems too tired to even stay sitting straight. I feel so tired, but I don’t want sleep. I want Billy.  

I feel hazy, and not in control of any aspect of my body or my movements. I can feel my shirt being taken off, but I'm not doing it.  

‘’Bil-Billy.’’ I whisper incoherently.  

‘’Shh, shh, shh. Don’t worry. He shouldn’t disturb us.’’

~~Nancy’s POV~~

‘’Hey, wait, Steve? Where did Y/n go?’’ I ask Steve over the loud music. I looked to where she was, and I didn’t see her anymore.  

‘’I don’t know. Maybe she went to go find Billy, or something?’’ I shake my head, knowing better than that. Y/n would have come over and told us that she was leaving. Especially if it was to Billy, because of their fight. She wouldn’t just walk away. I have a bad feeling my gut.

‘’I don’t know, Steve. I think something is wrong. She wouldn’t just leave. She’s never done that.’’ I walk away from him, and go over to where she was previously. I try to think back to if I saw her speaking to anyone. I rack my brain, but I can’t think of anyone besides the kid in our physics class, Johnny, that was talking to her for a moment.

‘’Wait, Nancy. What’s wrong? Why are you worked up over it?’’

‘’It’s just that I have this awful feeling in my stomach, Steve. I don’t know. I just feel weird. Can you go find Billy, please? And quickly Steve. I’m worried.’’ His face seems to understand the severity of my tone, and he nods. I walk away, and start looking through the people in the house.  

I make my way around the open part of the house, not finding her anywhere. I decide I should check the rooms. I open the door to one, and I see a pair of teens making out on the bed.  

‘’Oh, uhm, so sorry.’’ I close the door quickly, feeling awkward for walking in on them. I dismiss that, remembering that I am looking for Y/n. I check another two rooms, and turn up with nothing. I wish that Steve and Billy would come back so I can have some help trying to find Y/n.

Maybe she’s fine. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe she just went to find Billy, they made up, and they got caught in each other.  

I almost give it the benefit of the doubt, then I open up the last door in the back of the house. I see Y/n laying under Johnny, half naked. I audibly gasp in fright, turning his attention to me. He backs away from Y/n and runs out the door. I follow him with my eyes, my jaw laying open, not totally understanding what is happening.  

I turn my attention back to Y/n, seeing her still laying on the bed. She hasn’t moved at all. I walk to her, confused. My eyes widen in panic when I see that her eyes aren’t open. She’s unconscious.  

‘’Y/n? Y/n!’’ I shake her, trying to get any type of response from her, but I get none. She doesn’t budge, and my panic sets in even more. ‘’Y/n!’’ I shout again, trying one more time to wake her up. I run out of the room, to find Billy, or anyone that can help me. I see Steve, and I run to him.  

‘’Whoa, whoa. What’s wrong, Nance? You’re crying.’’ He rushes over to me, and I can tell by his face that the look of mine isn't good.  

‘’Did you find Billy? There’s something wrong with Y/n. I think Johnny did something to her.’ I cry.  

‘’What! Where?’’ I run to the room with Steve hot on my heels. He runs to her side, and cups her face. He lightly taps her to not hurt her, and she shouts her name to get her to wake up.

‘’Steve, what do we do?’’

‘’I saw Billy, I told him we were looking for him, but he brushed me off. He was going outside to say bye to Tommy. Go get him, Nance.’’ He tells me in a semi-calm voice. I quickly stand up and run out of the room again.  

I run into him in a few seconds, and I shout his name.

‘’Billy!’’ I grab his arm to get him to look at me.  

‘'What? Why are you guys both so wigged out? Can you calm down?’’ He scoffs and shrugs my hand off of him. I feel a lump form in my throat.  

‘’Come with me. I think that she was drugged. She’s in the last room.’’ His eyes widen, and he runs to the room, pushing past the people that are in his way.

~~Billy’s POV~~

The only thoughts that are running through my mind are where is Y/n? Is she okay? Is she safe? What happened? I shove people out of my way, needing to get to her. Needing to find her. Needing to make sure she is okay. I know that there is music playing, and that there are people everywhere, but I hear no noise. All the noise is cancelled out in my ears.  

I barge into the room that Nancy alluded to, and I see Y/n laying on the bed. Her head rests in Steve’s lap, and she’s barely conscious. I run to her and take Steve's spot.  

‘’Y/n! Y/n, what happened, baby? Holy sh*t! What? What? What do we do? What do I do?’’ I grab at my hair, feeling fear and stress starting to take over my body and my thoughts. What do I do? What the h*ll do I do?

‘’Biii-’’ She starts, but she makes no other sounds.  

‘’Billy, we have got to do something. The longer whatever is in her system, the worse she will get. She has to get rid of it. I just barely got her conscious, and she can’t do much.’’ Steve tells me. I try to tune out everything, and think. I think about anything and everything that could possibly help me. She was drugged, probably from a drink she had. She has to get it out of her system, and fast. She has to get rid of it.  

‘’Help me.’’ I gesture to Steve, and I pick up Y/n. Her head lulls to the side, and I make sure it has support. I walk with her to the bathroom, with Steve’s help. I lean her over the toilet bowl, making sure that no part of her is touching it. I don’t know what these people do in these bathrooms.  

‘’What are you doing?’’ Nancy asks me.  

‘’I have to make her throw up whatever it was that she took. It needs to be gone.’’ She nods in understanding, but puts her hand on her mouth in disbelief.  

‘’Nancy, call an ambulance.’’ Steve says. She nods again and runs away to find a phone to use. I stop focusing on them and worry about my Y/n. I take a deep breath, and let it out, regretting what I'm about to have to do.

‘’Oh, God. I’m so sorry, baby. Open her mouth for me?’’ Steve lightly grabs her chin and pulls it open so I can fit my fingers through. I use my two fingers, and hesitantly put my fingers down her throat. She gags, but nothing happens or comes up. I take a deep breath, but I hold it as I push my fingers down farther. She gags again before her stomach contents are released. She coughs and continues to vomit. She seems more conscious, but she is still very out of it.  

Once she seems through, as nothing comes up when she gags, I pick her up again and carry her to the bed. Nancy runs back into the room.

‘’They’re here.’’ An EMT and a police officer both walk into the room.  

‘’She already filled us in. Let us get in here, please, boys. Go ahead and clear out for me.’’ I shake my head in protest.  

‘’I’m not leaving.’’

‘’I’m sorry, but I need to ask you three some questions.’’

‘’No, I can’t leave her. Not again.’’ I say.  

‘’I’m sorry. I know you’re worried, but I need to get in here and make sure your girl is alright. I can’t help her or check on her if I’m talking to you. I promise, we’ll take care of her.’’ The EMT tells me, slightly calming my nerves. I nod reluctantly, and Steve and I are ushered out of the room.  

I see that the party has cleared out, and the only people still here are the ones who couldn’t get away, and the owner of the house, also being questioned by an officer.  

I look around at the people, and I see Johnny standing in one of the corners. I push past the officer in front of me and run to him. I punch him square in the face, with most of my strength. He doesn’t fall, but he staggers a good bit.  

‘’Whoa, what the h*ll was that for?’’

‘’You know d*mn well.’’ I say as I punch him again, this time, making him fall. I quickly drop on top of him and hit him two more times before two officers are pulling me off. There is one pulling Johnny back to, probably so can’t reach him and hit him again. ‘’It’s him. He did it. He’s the one that drugged my, baby girl.’’

‘’Oh, come on.’’ He scoffs. I try to get at him again, but the police hold me back.  

‘’It was you, you a**shole!’’

‘’Come with me.’’ the officer escorts Johnny away, good for him.

‘’Excuse me, Y/n is talking about someone named, Billy?’’ One of the EMT’s comes out of the room. I turn and walk quickly back to where she is. She is still laying down, but she’s conscious.  

~~Y/n’s POV~~

I look up when I hear Billy’s voice. I’m still groggy and gross, but at least I can move. I blink a few times and watch him walk to me. I don’t remember really anything that happened after Steve and Nancy went for a dance to now when Billy walked into the room.  

‘’B.’’ He cups my face and leans over me.  

‘’Be careful, she’s not fully recovered yet. She should be okay, you getting those drugs out of her system helped a lot. We’re going to take you to the hospital, just to be sure, since you are underage. We’ve contacted your parents through your other friends. We’ll be taking you now, you’re welcome to ride with us.’’ One of the men says to me. I nod, and they put me on the gurney and walk her out to the ambulance.

~~~~

It's later in the night now, almost two in the morning. My parents came, my mom cried, my dad scolded me for drinking, but they were overall not mad at me. Billy was by my side the whole time, in the ambulance, throughout my check-up, and now.  

I reassured my parents it was okay if they went home since they both have to work super early in the morning. I promised them I was okay, and they were super reluctant to go, and they promised to make it up to me later in the week. This is the first time that me and B have been alone.  

He sits across from my bed, and I turn to him when I hear sniffling. I cross my brows in confusion and try to see any part of his face.  

‘’B?’’ He looks up quickly before looking back down. ‘’Billy, come here.’’ He slowly gets up and stands next to my bed, but I still can’t see his face, as he is hiding it from me. ‘’B, look at me.’’ I lift his chin to meet my eyes, and I see tears wetting his cheeks. ‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’What do you mean? Y/n, you got-you were-you.’’ He can’t even finish his sentence.

‘’I know.’’

‘’It’s my fault Y/n. I did this to you.’’

‘’No, you didn’t B. You saved me.’’

‘’No, I didn’t. Nancy and Steve did. I didn’t even know this was happening. I let this happen to you when I was hanging out with Tommy and Carol. I don’t even like Tommy that much. I yelled at you before the party. I told you that you bother me. I said that I never have peace. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean nay of it. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry, baby.’’

‘’It’s okay. I know that you didn’t mean it. I get worked up too easily, and I need to do better but, Billy, you didn’t do this. I was with Steve and Nance. I was okay. And then I was stupid and took the drink from Johnny.’’

‘’No, no, no. Don’t put this back on yourself. Johnny did this. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I should have never left you for that long by yourself. I’m so, so sorry.’’

‘’I know, B. But’s it’s not your fault either. Please don’t blame yourself.’’ He looks down and lets the final tear fall down. I wipe the tear away, and he looks at me.  

‘’I’m sorry, Y/n.’’

‘’I know, Billy. And I forgive you, but you did nothing. I forgive for the fight, and I hope you will do the same for me. But, please don’t beat yourself up. Please.’’ He nods and grabs my hand.  

‘’And I forgive you for our petty fight.’’ I lightly smile and he brings my hand up to his face. I pull him into a hug, the best I can with the wires and things hooked up to me. I put my hand in his hair, which always seems to calm him in any situation. He sighs into my embrace, and I pull away. He pulls me into him, kissing my lips softly.  

He pulls away after a few seconds, and rests his forehead on mine.  

‘’I love you, Y/n/’’

‘’I love you too, Billy. So much.’’ He smiles at me again. I scoot over on the bed to make some room for him to lay next to me. He pulls me over to him, so my head lays on his chest. His heartbeat and soft breathing lure me to a deep sleep.  

[missmorosis]

Hehehe hi my sweets, my love, my babyyyyy hehehe

I was wondering if you could write maybe a sokka x femreader, or Percy or Leo I don’t really mind but something about the reader getting her wisdom teeth out?? And maybe they’re upset that they can’t talk properly?? Idk fbskbdks you can do whatever you’d like hehe!!

I got all of mine pulled out today so now I’m liek ahhh fbsibdsibd 😖😖😖

Anyway I love you so so so much hehe 💘💖💕💓💖💘💕💞💞💞

I Lub You

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This is my first writing request and this idea is SO CUTE!

Tbh I have almost zero idea how it feels to get your wisdom teeth pulled out soooo I’m sorry if half the stuff is not v accurate… Anyways sorry this is so short!

Sokka pulled up at Y/N’s apartment, ready to drop off a half-asleep Y/N in the passenger seat. She was still a bit woozy from the medication they gave her, so when he saw her fighting to stay awake, with a swollen face and some drool around her lips, he couldn’t help but laugh. She was adorable.

“Donth laff at me,” Y/N said, sleepily.

“Maybe if you could talk properly, I wouldn’t need to,” he teased. 

Y/N huffed and started to unbuckle her seatbelt. Sokka got out of the car faster and helped her out, one hand around her waist, and the other hand holding the tea that he had bought her from the Jasmine Dragon.

“Fanks,” she mumbled.

“Thanks?” Sokka was enjoying poking fun at her and watching Y/N’s growing frustration.

“Fanks. Tanksh. FANKS.” Y/N struggled to pronounce it correctly, and she glared at Sokka as he laughed. “Stop laffing ah me.” 

Sokka put his hands up in surrender, biting his lip to fight the urge to chuckle. “Okay, okay, I won’t laugh anymore.” He was lying. 

Together, the two walked up the door to the apartment lobby area, with Y/N leaning on Sokka the entire time. Sokka was happy to support her, arm around her waist. 

However, they struggled to get up the stairs. Y/N stumbled on Sokka’s feet a couple times, and every time, they landed in awkward positions, causing both of them to blush. 

Finally, they got to apartment number 204 and Sokka dug out the spare key from his pocket. When she gave him the key, Y/N insisted on decorating it with a blue cat sticker and he smiled whenever he looked at it. Sokka helped Y/N onto the couch, found his sweatshirt laying on her bed from a couple days ago, threw it onto Y/N’s lap, and started running up the microwave, warming up her tea.

“Sokka?” He turned his head around to face Y/N.

“Yeah?”

“Pwease come cuddle wif me.” Y/N blindly reached out towards Sokka with her eyes closed, overcome with sleepiness. Sokka grabbed her hand as the microwave beeped at him, indicating that the tea was ready. He carefully brought the tea and settled down on the couch, and Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. He gently grabbed Y/N’s hand, and Y/N squeezed his fingers. Her hands were warmer than before since Sokka’s oversized sweatshirt sleeves were acting as gloves.

“Sokka?” Her tired eyes blinked at him.

“Yeah?”

“I lub you.”

“I love you too.” He quietly laughed at the girl snuggling on his shoulder. She was adorable.

Hopefully this is somewhat accurate and somewhat what you wanted!! Thank you for requestingggg!! Sorry it was so short!

If anyone has any requests, feel free to send them through my inbox!!

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417 Years

너는 그들이 무엇을 할 수 있는지 모른다. You don't know what they can do.

Description: After 417 years of waiting, Joshua finally sees you again only it's vastly different from how he imagined it. On one hand, he has the joys of having you with him again but on the other, his protective nature wants to do everything and anything to keep you from what you have been running from for your entire life. Warnings: Mentions of injuries, stitching, death but nothing detailed, swearing Genre: Angst, Immortal!Joshua x Immortal!FemReader Word Count: 8.5k [I think this is one of my longest?]

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(y/n) stands in front of me again, her hair a little crazy like she's just been fighting or doing some martial arts. But it's not her appearance that stops me. It's her eyes. It's always her eyes. They pierce into mine, constantly searching for anything and everything at the same time.

"Don't look for me." She says, not moving a muscle.

"Why not?" I find myself asking.

She sighs and I feel the breath against my chest as if she's laying on my chest. "Because I don't know when I'll see you again." She responds.

"How would you know if I did look?" I smirk, thinking I've caught her in a trap.

(y/n) smirks wider, "You won't because immortals can't break promises." She holds her left hand and the ring on her middle finger sparkles, "And you already promised."

I feel my shoulders sag as the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. "When you do return, will you remember me?" I can't help but ask.

She chuckles and walks towards me, hand outstretched for mine. She's going to say 'How could I forget?' It's what she says every time when I ask that question in this dream.

"Help."

Suddenly, I'm standing in a room of endless dark grey walls. (y/n)'s gone but I can still hear her call echoing from every direction.

"Help me."

I turn to the left then to the right, searching for her but the grey space remains unchanging.

"Joshua!"

I jerk awake and jerkily look around.

"What the hell?" I whisper, my senses finally recognizing the plush couch underneath me and racing game sounds coming from the TV.

"You good?" Woozi asks, glancing between me and the TV.

Sitting up, I run my hands over my face, "No? Yes? Maybe?" I rattle off, unsure of exactly how I'm feeling. My heart's still racing in worry but I know it was just a dream.

"You dreamed of her again?" Woozi guesses, returning his gaze to the TV just in time to dodge another car.

"Yeah but," I pause, trying to find the right words.

"But what?" Woozi probes.

"It, it was different." I answer, placing my forehead against the palms of my hands, massaging it slightly.

"Different how?" Woozi quickly presses a button on his controller, "It's always the same dream, it never changes."

"Josh's dream changed?" Jeonghan walks into the room having overheard the latter part of the conversation.

I nod, "The ending. She just yelled for help and then I was a weird grey space and then she yelled my name and I woke up."

"Huh." Jeonghan and Woozi say at the same time with looks of slight wonder on their faces.

"Maybe it changed because you took a nap at 8pm." Jeonghan pats my shoulder, "Anyway, DoKyeom asked if you could help with the trash down stairs."

I shake away the thoughts of my dream, "Yeah, yeah. Can you guys get the house trash?"

Woozi nods, "We'll set it outside the door for you."

I roll my eyes as I stand, "Yeah okay, one of these days we're going to set up a schedule for who takes out the tra-"

"Yeah, yeah, someday in our long long lives we'll do that." Jeonghan nags back and pushes me towards the door.

I chuckle at my longest friend and close the front door behind me. Three feet in front of me is another door that leads to a staircase on the outside of the building leading down to the road. A couple feet away, on my right is the staircase that leads down into the clock and watch shop, mainly watches now-a-days, that I've been running for hundreds of years.

After I phased, some 600 years ago, I learned that I couldn't stay in one place for too long. But with all the moving I had to find something to bring in a little income. Though every profession at that time required a lot of packing up and moving. Not like these days where you can just take a brief case and a laptop.

I soon found that clock/watch making and fixing piqued my interest enough that I started my own business. When I needed to move, it was easy enough. All I had to find was a building to set up shop in and everything else from my shop fit into three large boxes. In the early days, I would often be reminded of how ironic it was for an immortal to work in that type of shop. I mean, my job was making and fixing an object that reminded people of how little time they had left while I had an unlimited amount. Though it's a sad realization, my love for the craft hasn't changed.

With my shop, I traveled the world and even gained a few friends (now housemates) along the way.

Jeonghan was the first. He had phased three years after I did but we didn't cross paths until 20 years later. We became close because our immortal status and began living together.

Then there was Woozi. He joined Jeonghan and I around 450 years ago. Then for the next couple hundred years, it was just the three of us. Moving to a city, working the  shop for 20 years or so, and then moving onto another city or country.

128 years ago, we ran into Dokyeom and Seungkwan. Dokyeom phased 10 years prior and Seungkwan had only 5 years prior.

And since then, we've been a group. Living and figuring out our way through the world together. At some point, Jeonghan and Seungkwan decided to work in different fields and bring in some extra cash. Jeonghan got his doctor's education and license and Seungkwan makes the spunkiest of business men. The rest of us still enjoy our work at the shop.

We've been in our current city for a few years and were lucky enough to find this shop/home combo building.

Reaching the bottom steps of the back staircase, I can't help but think about the last time I had that dream. It's been a couple years since but I can't shake the weird feeling that this change means something.

I push open the creaky door and mentally remind myself to WD-40 that this weekend.

"Back here, Josh!" Dokyeom calls from the back room.

I make my way back and am greeted by Dokyeom's backside as he struggles to pull out the overly stuffed trash bag.

"A little help, please?" He grunts taking a second to glance back at me.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" I ask as I hold the trash can down.

"I thought I could do it by myself but someone had to over stuff the trash, again." He gives me a pointed look once the bag is free.

I shrug, "We're saving money on trash bags this way."

Dokyeom ties the top of the bag, "But wrecking my back." He complains.

"That's your problem. You should get a better back." I joke with a smile.

"Good one, hyung." Dokyeom pushes the bag into my legs. "Oh, by way, that Mr. Wilson guy brought in another batch of bands. He said to do them the same as the other one."

I nod, "Did he say when he wanted them done?"

Dokyeom shakes his head, "I can call now though and ask."

"If you would, and then lock up while I take these out to the street." I suggest.

"No problem!" He salutes me and disappears out front to find Mr. Wilson's contact information.

Picking up the trash bag, it's heavier that I thought and I struggle to lift it off the floor. I lug it to the front door as walking along the street would be much easier than trying to walk up 23 steps with it. I still have to climb the steps for the house trash but that's easy.

The sky has darkened and the streetlights are in full brightness, lighting up spotlights along the street. Once the heavy shop trash bag is resting just to the side of our house stairway, I take a moment to catch my breath and look up at the sky. If there's one thing I miss about the other places we've lived, it'd have to be the clear night skies where all the stars are visible. Here in the city, it's just too bright. As I fail to locate a single star, I can't help but let my mind wander towards (y/n).

The way she held my hands so tenderly. The way her eyes were always searching for answers, even when she was looking into mine. The way my name rolled so easily off her tongue. It's been 417 years since I last physically saw her and though she was right in that I could never break my promise to not look for her, it never stopped me from hoping she would cross his path again. Like now.  

Knowing it's all just wishful thinking, I take in a deep breath and climb the outer stairs, punch in the pass code to our front door, and pickup the trash bags that Jeonghan and Woozi collected from the house. With an empty mind, I place them next to the shop's trash bag. With one last look at the sky, I turn to go back inside.

Just as I step onto the first step, I hear a sound, like the one a sheet of metal makes when it's bent quickly, from my right.

I look up just as someone falls out of a flash of grey light and rams backwards into the side of the next door building. The shock plants my feet into the concrete and all I can do is blink at the unmoving figure sitting slumped against the wall.

'Did they just- No. Did they?' My thoughts try to make sense of the situation because I know there are time-jumpers but they almost always appear in more discreet areas and are almost always standing when they land.

Then the figure groans and attempts to move but only manages to tilt their head to the left. That instantly sets my body in motion.

Walking closer, I realize that it's a woman who's been badly injured. Her arms have gashes and one of her hands is pressed to her stomach while the other clutches a bloody dagger. Scanning her legs, it's a miracle that they are injury free, at least from what I can see. An old leather backpack sits a few inches from her body. I hold back a gasp and cautiously kneel down next to her.

"Hey, are you ok-" My voice disappears when my eyes catch a glimpse of the 1-inch scar sitting where her hairline meets the back of her neck on the right side. My mind automatically replays the feeling of it under my fingers as they run across the surface. i know exactly how every ridge feels. I know exactly how she got the scar because well, I was partly to blame for it.

"(y/n)." I whisper her name before I can stop myself. It's her. She's here. In front of me.

'And bleeding, you dumb ass.' My mind reminds me quite urgently.

I shake her shoulder once more and she groans but doesn't open her eyes.

"Hey, hey, (y/n). Open your eyes for me." I gently coax her and shake her again.

Her head slowly turns towards me and her eyes open ever so slightly. A small smile of relief makes it way onto her face and she swallows hard.

"So this is where I ended up. Joshua..." (y/n) trails off and her eyes close once again. The knife slips from her hand and clatters onto the concrete.

I try shaking her awake again but it's no use, she's passed out. Now the panic is starting to set in.

I have to get her inside. But how? I can go get one of the guys, but then I have to leave her. I don't want to leave her.

"Josh, everything okay?" Dokyeom calls from the front door and relief lifts a small weight off my shoulders.

"Keep the door open." I instruct and quickly scoop (y/n) into my arms.

"What's going on?" Seungkwan appears behind Dokyeom just as I start to climb the steps.

"Hyung, what are yo-"

"Seungkwan, go get the medical tarp and lay it out on my bed. And tell Jeonghan to get his first aid kit. The bigger one." I cut Dokyeom off, making sure not to jostle (y/n)'s body too much.

Dokyeom holds open the door for me while I slide into the landing before heading to the inner door that leads into the house.

"He wants you to do what?" I hear Woozi question when the door opens. "Why- Oh. Oh god." Woozi stares as I make my way in.

I rush towards my room with Woozi, Jeonghan, and Dokyeom close behind.

"What happened?" Jeonghan asks, immediately starting to assess (y/n)'s wounds as soon as I set her on my bed.

"That was quick." Seungkwan says slightly surprised.

"I had it ready." Jeonghan replies, still waiting for my reply to his original question.

I realize how hard I'm breathing and try to slow it down but fail. "I, I don't know. I was taking out the trash and then she popped out of nowhere. Like that." I explain, trying desperate to find a way to help her but with my medical license nonexistent, I'm just a sitting duck.

Jeonghan's hands are pressing some gauze onto her stomach where the deepest gash seems to be. But my attention is on her face, silently begging for her eyes to open.

"Did she have anything else with her?" Jeonghan questions while looking over her arms.

I try to focus my racing thoughts on the question and barely formulate a sentence. "Uh, uh, she was gripping a knife and she had a backpack."

"Where are they now?" Jeonghan asks, keeping his voice calm.

"I, I left them in the street." I answer, realizing how not good that is.

Jeonghan nods, "Okay. Dokyeom, Seungkwan, Woozi, go fetch her stuff and clean or cover any of the blood if there is any." The three nod and quickly leave the room.

"What can I do?" I finally ask, kneeling down next to Jeonghan.

He glances over at me but I can't take my eyes of (y/n)'s face, not wanting to miss a moment of her presence.

"I can do this by myself. You don't have to watch if it's-"

"I'm staying." I tell him in determination, "So tell me what to do."

Jeonghan looks into my eyes for a couple more seconds before taking a breath. "Okay. We're going to have to stitch up the cut on her stomach. I looked earlier and nothing vital seems to have been touched. It's just really deep. Get yourself a pair of gloves from the kit and bring out the sutures and needle pack."

Because Jeonghan spent one of our recent moves learning to be a doctor, and then becoming one, we (more him than I) finish within 25 minutes. Once we've dressed that wound, we move onto the rest of her injuries.

"Go grab her a shirt of yours." Jeonghan instructs while pulling out scissors from his kit.

Suddenly hating the idea of having Jeonghan see her like that, I stop him. "You are not-"

"Josh, I sent the others out because I didn't think (y/n) would want everyone in this household to see her bare." Jeonghan defends his actions, "And because I'm the only one in this household who's an actual doctor, I think she'll be okay with me."

I slowly release his hand as his plan paints the perfect picture.

"Go get a t-shirt of yours." Jeonghan repeats and gets to work cutting off (y/n)'s torn and bloody shirt.

As I turn towards my dresser, a small seed of gratitude for Jeonghan and his forward thinking plants itself in my mind. I pick the softest shirt I own and when I turn back around, (y/n)'s shirt is in a shredded pile on the floor and Jeonghan is wiping away the blood from her skin.

I find myself trailing over her body, taking note of the new scars and I wonder how she got those. 400 years is a long time and filled with so many untold stories.

Laying the shirt on the nightstand, I pick up a clean towel and begin cleaning the arm opposite of Jeonghan, which happens to be her left arm. Careful to avoid her open wounds, we clean her in silence. A sparkle from her hand brings my attention to the ring I had missed.

The ring I gave her.

Instinctively, my hand grips hers and I look at her face. Her closed eyes and relaxed muscles make her look so peaceful but I worry about the pain and fear she must've felt before I found her.

All these years and she still wears the ring that I gave her. My heart swells with love for this woman and it makes tears line my eyes.

Jeonghan lays a hand on my shoulder from behind, silently asking me to move so he can dress her wounds. I nod and move a few steps away but I don't let go of her hand. I can't bring myself to do it.

He works in silence, bandaging each cut and then wrapping a protective layer of gauze around it.

"Let's get her off this tarp and under the covers." Jeonghan says once he finishes.

I nod, reluctant to let go of her hand but I kind of need it. I scoop (y/n) again in my arms, extremely careful not to bust open any stitches, while Jeonghan slides the tarp out from under her and pulls back the covers of my bed.

"Before you lay her down completely, let's get the shirt over her." Jeonghan comments as I move to set her down.

"Good idea." I reply and set her legs on the bed but keep a hold of her upper body. Her head lulls into my chest and I feel my heart skip three too many beats. After some odd finagling, we slip the shirt down her body and I lay her back into the pillows. Absentmindedly, I fix her hair so it lays somewhat neatly and out of her face. Jeonghan picks up the bin of red tinted water and walks out of the room without a word. I sit on the edge of my bed, clasping (y/n)'s left hand between both of mine and I just sit there, watching her, praying that she'll wake up soon. I sit there as Woozi and Jeonghan return to clean up the rest of the mess. I sit there as Dokyeom and Seungkwan stand in the doorway whispering to each other presumably about me. I sit there as the moon disappears and the sun brightens the sky. And through it all, neither (y/n) or I move a muscle.

"Hyung." Seungkwan says quietly from behind me.

I turn my head towards him slightly, wordlessly telling him that he has my attention.

"Jeonghan hyung made breakfast and told Woozi hyung and I to make sure that you eat something." He explains, "Please eat something with us. We can leave the door open so we'll hear her if she wakes up." He tries to reason with me, already guessing that I'd be reluctant to leave. "Please." Seungkwan pleads.

I glance back at (y/n)'s sleeping face and decide I should probably eat something before I, myself, pass out.

"Okay." I tell him and gently release her hand from mine. "Let me change and we'll go eat breakfast." And with joints as stiff as a plaster mask, I creak and pop everything in my body as I stand up to full height.

After I change out of my stained clothes, Seungkwan leads the way out of my bedroom and leaves the door wide open. Entering the dining room, just kitty corner to my room, Woozi is already seated and eating away.

"How is she?" He asks once Seungkwan and I take our respective seats.

"She's been the same all night." I answer grabbing some food for myself. "Did Dokyeom open the shop?" I wonder, glancing over at the time.

Seungkwan nodded, "And Jeonghan left like 30 minutes ago."

I nod shoving a forkful of whatever Jeonghan made into my mouth.

"I'm guessing I'll take your shift at the shop today then?" Woozi asks, resting his elbow on the table.

"If you could." I reply. "I don't know when I'll be able to get back. I trust you with all the customizations."

"Oh!" Seungkwan suddenly remembers something, "Dokyeom asked me to tell you that a Mr. Wilson needs his order done by next week."

"You trust me with that order?" Woozi inquires with a side glance at me.

I shrug, "It's the same as the last batch and you did fine on the ones that you did then, so in short, yes, yes I trust you with it."

As we fall into silence, an elephant begins to manifest itself in the room and it's further emphasized by Seungkwan throwing glances between Woozi and I.

"Spit it out Seungkwan." I set down my fork on the table and turn to face him. "Go ahead."

Seungkwan shrinks slightly having been caught. "I, it's just her."

"What about her?" I question.

"Is it really her?" He asks leaning towards me like he doesn't want anyone to hear.

"I think so." I answer him, picking up my fork again.

"How do you know?" Seungkwan continues to probe, "Like how do you know know?"

I give a side look and swallow, "I just know."

"But it's been like what 400 years? That's a long time." Seungkwan rambles, "What if she's just a reincarnation?"

Woozi makes a noise warning for Seungkwan to stop talking but it really doesn't bother me. It never has. Seungkwan and Dokyeom are a couple centuries behind so they weren't around when (y/n) was. They've only heard stories from us so they're curious. I understand that.

"She's not a reincarnation." I move some of the food around my plate, "She's got the scar and the ring I gave her. And her face hasn't changed one bit."

"Well, duh, we're immortal, we don't change no matter how old we are." Seungkwan sasses "Speaking of which, damn, you guys are old."

"So are you." I retort immediately.

"Not as old as you, Grandpa." Seungkwan jokes with a smile.

I roll my eyes, "Alright, youngen, does that mean you can do all the physically taxing chores because you're younger and your body is in better shape?" I threaten.

Panic crosses Seungkwan's features and he pushes out of his chair, "Oh, would you look at the time. I gotta run." He throws out excuses quickly making Woozi and I laugh. But the few seconds of joy don't last long.

"Hey, hyung..." Seungkwan calls for me, "Did... didn't we leave your door open?" He asks and our smiles immediately drop from our faces.

The chair legs scrape against the floor as I stand up, a wave of worries floods my mind.

"We left it open." I mumble and make my way to my now closed bedroom door. Turning the handle, it resists against me. Locked.

"Seungkwan, go get me my keys." I tell him quietly while listening for any noise behind my door but there's only silence. The fear of what I might find on the other side grows as Seungkwan returns with my keys. I quickly flip through them, searching for the right one. Finding it, I stick it in the handle, turn, and hear the lock retracting.

When I fling the door open, my bed is empty. I scan the room and find (y/n) standing next to my open window, staring back at me in fear.

"When did you wake up?" I ask in the softest voice I could manage while my insides are raging with emotions.

"J-just a few minutes ago." (y/n) stutters, her hand pressed against her stomach. "What year is it?"

"You don't know?" Seungkwan pipes up behind me, his curiosity very evident.

She shakes her head, "i was in 2018 but I can't tell where I am."

"Look, before I tell you anything, you probably shouldn't be standing." I step towards her, a hand offered for her stability. "You had a lot of cuts and we had to stitch up the one on your stomach."

"Joshua?" (y/n) whispers softly as I get closer, "So, so it wasn't a dream?"

I shake my head, only letting a small smile form, "It's me. You found me." Once I grab her free hand, she leans into me, her strength giving out. I gently wrap an arm around her waist and lead her over to the bed.

"Seungkwan, water." I simply state and I hear his footsteps retreat away.

"But I can't stay." She says abruptly as I lay her back on my bed.

"You have to. You're not well enough to go anywhere." I remind her .

"But I can't." She insists, though her body sinks happily into the mattress.

"Your body is saying otherwise, dear." I stroke her hair as Seungkwan walks in with a glass of water and a straw. I take it from him and help (y/n) take a few sips.

"I took the day off so if you need anything, I'll be outside." Seungkwan whispers to me before leaving us alone.

"He's new." (y/n) says once the door clicks shut.

"Just rest for now, I'll explain things when you're rested." I give her hand a small squeeze.

"Just answer this for me: what year is it?" She asks again, her eyes landing on mine, searching for an answer.

I sigh, immediately giving into her gaze, "2020."

"2 years." She does the simple math in her head, "Only two years. It's not enough time." (y/n) groans and attempts to sit up but I push her back down.

"You are not going anywhere." I demand, "You will have enough time after you rest. You need to rest."

(y/n) scrunches up her eyebrows, ready to fight me verbally but I add something I know she won't be able to resist.

"Plus, if you stay you can meet the two new kids we picked up and see Jeonghan. Otherwise I won't hear the end of it." I tell her and her eyes widen slightly.

"Two?" She repeats the number.

"This is a household of five now." I inform her, "But you won't be able to meet them until after you're rested."

I watch (y/n) fight with herself about whether or not she should leave but her curiosity about my life gets the better of her. Her shoulders relax under my hands and I pull away knowing she's surrendered.

A breeze from the still open window rushes past us, making (y/n) shiver. I quickly pull the covers over her before walking to the window.

"And what were you planning to do?" I ask as I close the window, "Jump? In your condition?"

(y/n) gives the smallest of shrugs, "I've done worse."

I have to bite my tongue to keep from asking the question that almost tumbled out of my mouth. Her eyes start to close as sleep starts to pull her under again.

"Just don't leave yet." I quietly beg her before placing a soft kiss to her forehead. When I pull back, she's fast asleep.

I spend a few more minutes kneeling by the bed, holding her hand, and just watching her sleep. Placing another kiss to the back of her hand, I leave the room but keep the door open. The others are just going to have to be quiet for the day.

For the rest of day, I try to relax while (y/n) sleeps but I don't do much besides sit on the couch with my ears on high alert for any sounds coming from my bedroom. Of course, there are no sounds. As the sun sets, Jeonghan walks into the house, briefcase in hand.

He nods in greeting and Seungkwan and I do the same.

"How is she?" Jeonghan inquires walking towards us.

"She woke up once but fell back asleep soon after." I inform him.

"I think she tried to escape through the window." Seungkwan quips and I throw him a look, having wanted to leave that bit of information out.

"She did... really?" Jeonghan is taken aback by the new information.

I take a deep breath, "I mean she was scared, had no idea where she was, wouldn't your first idea be to get out?"

"Touché." Jeonghan tilts his head to the side. "Where's Dokyeom and Woozi?" He looks around the empty area.

"Dokyeom's in his room and Woozi should be locking up the shop." I answer.

Jeonghan nods, "How are her dressings?"

"Last I checked they looked okay but I'm not the doctor." I answer honestly.

"Let me get changed and we can check together." Jeonghan chuckles.

"You're the doc." I throw my hands up in surrender to his directions.

"Is she going to stay awhile?" Seungkwan asks, "I have so many questions for her."

"I don't know how long she's staying. I just hope it's for a while." I tell him my own wishes.

When Jeonghan returns in a nice groutfit, we make our way to my room.

"You're awake!" Seungkwan says happily upon seeing (y/n) attempting to sit up in the bed. He rushes over and helps rearrange the pillows behind her.

"I just woke up." She smiles warmly at him.

"How do you feel?" I ask, coming to stand next to Seungkwan.

"I've been better but I definitely feel better than before." She answers, then turns towards Jeonghan. "I was told that I couldn't leave before saying hello to you."

Jeonghan smirks and rustles her hair, "No, the reason you couldn't leave yet is because I have to clear you."

(y/n)'s face contorts into confusion, "Clear me?"

"Doctor Jeonghan at your service." Jeonghan announces and dramatically bows to her.

"You. A doctor?" (y/n) just blinks at him in disbelief. Then chuckles before the pain stops her short. "Ow, fuck. Since when?"

Jeonghan takes immediate action and opens his medical kit before answering, "Like a couple decades ago, I think."

She nods as Jeonghan begins unwrapping some of her dressings, "Nice, nice. Well, very belated congrats."

Jeonghan snorts out a laugh, "Thank you very much." Then he continues his work.

"And you are?" (y/n) turns her attention to Seungkwan.

"Seungkwan." He answers brightly and holds out a hand which she gladly takes.

"And when did you join this circus household?" She asks a playful smile on her lips.

"Dokyeom and I joined some 120 years ago." Seungkwan says.

"We are not a circus." I defend, "If anything, it became a circus when these two showed up." I nudge Seungkwan.

"Hey Woozi, do you know if Jeonghan hyung is home yet? I have to ask him about the- Oh." Dokyeom pauses in the doorway before a big smile erupts on his face. "Hi, I'm Dokyeom. And you're (y/n). And we've heard so much about you." He rambles on making his way over in between Seungkwan and I.

I mentally facepalm with embarrassment but one look at (y/n)'s face makes it all dissipate. I can tell from her smile and the way her eyes look at the two that she already loves them. Relief over that fact washes over me, making me relax ever so slightly.

"Shoo." Joenghan simply states walking up behind the two youngest.

"Oh." Both of them say and quickly shuffle to the other side of the bed where Jeonghan was just a moment ago.

As the three of them chat, I watch Jeonghan carefully remove some gauze and pull back a bandage. The cut is clean and not as angry of a red which is good. Jeonghan also likes the way it's looking and covers it with a new bandage and gauze.

"I'm just gonna lift up your shirt to check your stomach." Jeonghan informs her but as he reaches for the covers, (y/n) pushes them off and lifts the shirt on her own accord.

"Whatever you gotta do, doc." She tells him with a sweet smile.

"Don't call me that." Jeonghan cringes at the nickname she's given him.

(y/n) cocks her head to the side, "I think it suits you very well, doc."

I stifle a laugh and Jeonghan throws me glare. My hands rise up in surrender. She's giggling when Jeonghan returns his attention to her and begins unwrapping the gauze.

She's seems to be in a better mood but I do know that she's used that mechanism before to hide something. I want to know what it is that she's hiding but I also want to soak in her happy presence for a little while longer.

"Alright, you're looking good." Jeonghan informs basically all of us, "Just don't do anything stupid like jump out of a window for a while until the stitches heal."

"How long is that?" (y/n) asks, suddenly more serious.

"At least two weeks." Jeonghan tells her, a little weary about her sudden seriousness.

(y/n) purses her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Why?" I ask raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

She meets my gaze and her eyes give away the lie she says. "I just thought my body could heal faster."

'That's too long.' Is what her eyes say.

"We're immortal not super human." Dokyeom comments.

"Dude, that makes no sense." Seungkwan slaps his shoulder.

"It makes sense!" Dokyeom defends himself.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, changing subjects.

She nods, "A little yeah."

"I'll go whip something up." Jeonghan says, gathering his supplies, "It's going to be soft foods and no complaining." He shoots (y/n) a look, knowing full well her history with food.

(y/n) pouts but doesn't say anything.

"So, where have you been hiding?" Dokyeom asks as Jeonghan leaves the room.

"Here and there." (y/n) shrugs, "I'm not that interesting though. I'm more interested in you two. What do you guys do?" She questions them, sitting up a bit straighter.

Satisfied that Dokyeom and Seungkwan will keep her company, I leave the room and join Jeonghan in the kitchen.

"She's hiding something, isn't she?" He asks when I enter.

I nod, "I think so."

"And she won't say it." He infers.

"I haven't asked yet." I reply.

"I can't believe after 400 years, she shows up like this." Jeonghan looks up at the ceiling for a moment, "400 years."

"Four hundred and seventeen to be exact." Woozi corrects him joining us. "Are the kids keeping her company?"

"Yupp, talking her ear off." I tell him, then smile, "Though I don't think she minds at all."

"She's (y/n), of course she doesn't mind. She lives for active talkers like them." Jeonghan states, "She loves the stories."

"But won't tell hers." I sadly add.

"She will but only to the right person." Jeonghan reminds me, opening a cabinet for a small bowl. He pours some apple sauce into it and sets it on the tray with a plate of scrambled eggs. "Dinner is served." He hands me the tray.

I take the tray with a nod. "Off I go."

"Good luck, skipper." Woozi jokes as I walk by him and towards my room. The sounds of a lively conversation float out of the doorway and put a smile on my face.

Walking in, Dokyeom and Seungkwan pay little attention to me and are focused on (y/n) who's digging around in her bag for something.

"Where's my knife?" (y/n) wonders, her hand is still moving around in her bag.

"Not in there." I inform her, "Woozi put it away for now."

"Oooh, what is that?" She asks, noticing the tray in my hands and lifting her arms up for it.

"Scrambled eggs and apple sauce." I tell her and guide the tray onto her lap. Without another word, she picks up the fork and begins shoveling eggs into her mouth.

"Don't eat too fast." Dokyeom worries, "You might get a tummy ache."

(y/n) gives him a smile, "No worries, I've been a lot worse and eaten a lot more. I've got a stomach of steel. Just ask-" She stops and her eyes fill with immense sadness.

"Did you get to explain your little trick to them?" I quickly change the subject.

"Trick?" Seungkwan repeats, "What trick? I like tricks."

"Yeah, what trick?" Dokyeom pesters.

(y/n) swallows, any trace of sadness gone in a split second. "I hadn't had the chance before you came in with dinner."

"So what's the trick?" Dokyeom asks again.

"Well, have you heard of immortals with extra stuff?" She wonders and I chuckle at her use of 'extra stuff.'

Dokyeom and Seungkwan shake their heads.

"It's on the rarer side, but I happen to be an immortal with extra stuff. Though I do believe I am the last one now." (y/n) explains, "I'm what they used to call a time-jumper. What that means is that I can sort of jump through time."

Dokyeom gasps and covers his mouth.

"You can time travel?" Seungkwan clarifies.

"Yes and no." (y/n) answers before scooping some apple sauce into her mouth. "I can time travel, yes, but I can only go forward, never backwards. Hence 'time-jumper' and not 'time-traveler.'"

"And hyung knows." Dokyeom points to me.

"I know." I tell him.

"So that's why you asked what year it was." Seungkwan reasons, thinking back to earlier in the day.

"Exactly." She gives him a thumbs up, "When I jump, it could be as soon as 6 months later or I've jumped as long as 10 years later. It can get very disorienting at times."

"I bet." Dokyeom nods along, "Do you end up in the same place or?"

(y/n) shakes her head, "Depends, but usually I end up somewhere different."

"That's so cool." Seungkwan remarks, "I wish I could do that."

"Maybe one day, if we still exist." She smiles but there's a tone of sadness to it. Then she abruptly turns to me, "Where's my knife?"

"I told you-"

"I know what you said." (y/n) cuts me off with a bit of urgency, "But I kind of need it now."

"Why?" I question.

"I just need it." She repeats herself, "For my sanity."

I sigh, giving into her demands, "Seungkwan, can you go get it? And Dokyeom, can you take her dishes to the kitchen?"

"Why can't you do it?" Dokyeom whines and I almost, almost, yell at him but hold back.

"Because I need to talk to (y/n) alone." I say through clenched teeth. In the century that we've lived together, I have not once been annoyed by his antics but today, I am just not having it.

"Okay, okay." Dokyeom lifts (y/n)'s dinner tray off her lap and follows Seungkwan out of the room.

"What do you wanna talk about?" (y/n) asks, clasping her hands together in her lap.

"A lot of things." I tell her, readjusting my position on the bed. "But mainly why you jumped in the state that you were in."

"Here's your knife." Seungkwan announces, laying down her towel wrapped knife in her lap, "Woozi hyung cleaned it so I hope that's okay."

"It needed a cleaning anyway. Thank you." (y/n) lays a hand over the towel before Seungkwan takes his leave. Without my instruction, Seungkwan closes the door, leaving us alone.

(y/n)'s fingers play with the edge of the towel and then she sighs. "It's the same reason as before."

I scrunch my eyebrows together, trying to remember exactly which reason.

Taking in my confusion, (y/n) finishes the explanation for me. "The Evans Family. They've continued to track us through the centuries, killing anyone they can get their hands on."

When I hear the family name, so many alarms go off in my head, I momentarily forget how to think.

"They're still going on about their little vendetta against time-jumpers?" I ask.

"They are. Their numbers have dwindled down but they still exist." (y/n) nods.

"Fuck." I curse, running a hand through my hair. "We can help you." I suddenly offer.

(y/n)'s eyes widen before narrowing, "No." She states with a cold front.

"Well, I can't let you leave like you did last time and sit around waiting for you to come back again." I try to reason. "We can help. We can stand by your side and knock this family out for good."

"I said no, Joshua." She repeats and busies herself with putting her knife away.

"But why not?" I throw my hands in the air and stand up from the bed.

"Because you of all people can't." She states without giving me a glance.

"Because I can't jump? Because I'm just a normal immortal who has no special ability to do anything?" I say, a little offended.

"That's not what I meant." (y/n) finally turns to look at me, though at this point, I don't really want to look at her but I do anyway because well, it's (y/n).

"Then what?" I place my hands on my hips.

When she doesn't answer, all my logic and sanity jumps out the window.

"You know what?" I start, "I'm going to go find these assholes now. Who do they even think they are, deciding that they hold the power to kill other immortals? Where the hell are they?" I start towards the door.

I make it one step past the bed when (y/n) turns me and slams me back into the wall, her left hand pressed into my waist and her right forearm pressed just below my neck.

"Why are you out-"

"No." She huffs out, her eyes staring daggers into mine.

I grab her left wrist and stare back. The weight of what she's been hiding finally hitting me fully.

"Tell me why." I practically beg her.

She lowers her head to rest against her right forearm, "Because they're all gone." She mumbles, voice trembling.

"Who?" I ask, trying to pull her back to look at her face.

"The others." She chokes out, her strength decreasing, "Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Jun. They're, they're all gone."

My mind goes on high alert at the mention of those names. I haven't heard those names in nearly four centuries. They were part of (y/n)'s group when she met me. They were also time-jumpers. Now, they're dead.

'Does Jeonghan know?' I think to myself, suddenly worrying about him.

"The Evans family got to them." (y/n) slumps into me. Through my shirt, I can feel her face scrunch in pain from her most recent injuries.

"Shit." I whisper and lead her towards the bed, slowly.

"I saw them. I thought we would have enough time to get through the jump together." (y/n) continues talking through her sobs, each one breaking my heart. "But when I jumped, they attacked again and they, they, then the jump closed."

I wrap both arms protectively around her to pull her closer but she pushes back and looks at me with desperate eyes.

"So you, you can't help me. Otherwise you and Jeonghan and Woozi and-and, you'll all end up just like them. And I can't lose you. Not you, Joshua, not you." Fresh tears fall onto her cheeks and I hug her as tightly as I can without hurting her.

I rest my chin on the top of her head as a sigh leaves my mouth and I soak in the information. I was never that close to Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Jun. They weren't really around while (y/n) was with me. But I know how much they meant to her. They were her family from the beginning. They all phased within a decade and have been tight ever since. To her, she just lost her brothers. I can't even imagine what life would be like if I lost Dokyeom, Jeonghan, Seungkwan, or Woozi.

I can understand (y/n)'s determination to keep us out of it but if we don't do something, I lose her. And this time for good. That's something I can't let happen.

"I don't want to lose you." I whisper into the quiet room. "If I don't help you, I don't know when I'll see you next. And I'm afraid that I will never see you again. I can't lose you again."

(y/n)'s cries settle slightly but she doesn't move.

"I know Jeonghan was really fond of Seungcheol. And when he finds out, cause I don't think he knows, this fight becomes personal." I continue. "It was already personal for me but now it's personal for two of us and you know we won't be able to just sit back. Especially not after we saw what they did to you." My fingers trace over some of her gauzed areas and she shivers under my touch but stays silent.

"You know, every full month, during the full moon, no matter where in the world I was, I would go to the roof or a secluded quiet area if a roof was unavailable and I would just talk to you." I tell her, staring straight ahead, "I believed that the moon would somehow give you my messages wherever and whenever you were. God, I missed you so much and I just can't, I can't imagine a life where you no longer were. I don't think I could handle that."

"I know." (y/n) mumbles, "I heard you a few times."

I look down at her but she keeps her gaze straight ahead.

"After we left, Jeonghan and Seungcheol kept in contact. I don't know how they communicated. All I know is that every time we would jump somewhere, Seungcheol always had the location of your new home if you had moved." She explains, "So sometimes, when we felt we were a safe distance ahead of the Evans family, we would travel to see you. Well, so I could at least check up on you."

My mouth is hanging agape and my words have dissipated, leaving me speechless.

"I never got too close because I was scared that I would want to stay and that you would get hurt." She continues, her voice getting a little stronger. "But the last time I was able to do that was over a hundred years ago. The Evans family has always been just behind us and I couldn't risk it. I just couldn't."

"Yet this time, you jumped right to me when they were basically on top of you." I say with new reasons why we should help, "All the more reason we need to help you. The universe is practically telling us too."

(y/n) shakes her head and pushes back to sit up on her own. "You don't know what they can do."

"I know what they did to you and that's reason enough for me." I quickly counter, my decision firm. If I am the only willing to, then fine, but I am going to help her.

"And me." Jeonghan's voice makes both us whip our heads towards the door. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. I give him a nod of gratitude.

"No, no, I can't. Please." (y/n) pleads, her hand resting on my thigh for support.

"Yes you can, and yes you will." Jeonghan defends his decision. "Besides, they nearly killed my best friend. And no one gets away with that."

"I'm sorry I coul- wait, what did you say?" (y/n) catches the difference at the same time I do, "Nearly killed? Jeonghan, there's no way. I saw it with my own eyes." She drags out the sentence in confusion.

I want to say something comforting to my longest friend but nothing is coming to mind.

"Those bastards thought they had me." A male steps out from behind the doorframe and into my bedroom. Standing in front of us is Seungcheol, his face shows years of turmoil but he is alive and breathing.

(y/n) starts to stand up but stumbles so I quickly help her up. We make our way over to Seungcheol in a stunned silence. After a closer look, scars mark his arms, telling the painful journey he's been on.

(y/n) cautiously reaches out for him and he gently wraps her up and I take my leave to stand by Jeonghan.

"So you knew." I say still looking at the two.

"Yupp." Jeonghan simply states.

"And you weren't ever going to tell me?" I question.

"Well, not until we were certain she would safe." Jeonghan answers honestly with shrug. "But things changed."

"What happened?" I ask, fully facing him now.

"Two years ago? Around then, I got an email from Seungcheol saying they were going dark for a while." Jeonghan explains as (y/n) and Seungcheol move to the bed to continue their conversation. "Then maybe 8 months later, I got another email saying that they were attacked and that (y/n) jumped but he wasn't sure where or when. Though he had an inkling it might near us cause she dreamt of you for like 2 weeks straight. So he asked me to keep an eye out until he could get back on his feet. I also got the news about the other three that day. It was that night that I went out drinking and didn't come back for like two days."

"Oh shit." I remember the couple days of frantic searching before finding him in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by tons and tons of alcohol bottles.

"Yeah. After that, Seungcheol and I decided we needed to meet up and figure out what to do next." Jeonghan continues, "He's actually been around for the past year. You just had no idea."

I search my brain for any anomalies that could've been Seungcheol sneaking around but come up empty. "How?"

"Mr. Wilson." Jeonghan smiles, "The customer who seemingly always showed up during Dokyeom's shifts but never yours or Woozi's."

My mouth drops open, now seeing the final picture.

"Joshua." (y/n) quietly calls me over. During the time I was talking with Jeonghan, she moved to lay on the bed and Seungcheol is placing the covers over her.

"Hey." I smile when I reach her, kneeling near her head. "You're going to be okay now."

She nods, "I know." Then swallows nervously.

"We need them, (y/n)." Seungcheol gently reminds her, "We can't do this on our own anymore."

(y/n) takes in a shaky breath before asking, "Will you help us?"

I grab her hand and bring it up to my lips, "Of course. I will take any chance to keep you safe, forever." A tear slips from her eye and I reach to wipe it away. "I'm done waiting, (y/n). This time I'm going to do everything to keep you here, with me."

Seungcheol moves from the bed and mutters something to Jeonghan before they both leave the room, shutting the door behind them again. I lean up and kiss (y/n)'s forehead before climbing into bed next to her.

My heart swells as I finally am able to lay next to (y/n) and spend another night with her. After 417 years of waiting, here we are. Not in the best condition but she's here in my arms and it's all I could ever ask for.

"I love you." I tell her softly as if any louder and the dream would shatter to pieces.

"I know." (y/n) turns her head and smiles at me, "And I love you, too."

[jhmyguardiangel]

🔔 seven sounds of bell chimes 🔔

audiologist!woozi x nurse!femreader

category: seventeen days of christmas

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ring.

the first bell.

lee jihoon knew he was right all along, seeing you on the on the other side of the lecture hall, holding a small stack of books. he first noticed your eyes, it was puffed up and yet it sparked of positivity. 

he wasn’t the type to jump into relationships so easily, he’d like to observe a girl first before making any move. however that wasn’t the case when he crossed paths with you. he found himself smiling secretly when he felt the small wind from you as you walked past each other.

he found himself looking away whenever you unconsiously turned back to get something from your schoolbag. then he’d look back at you when you continued to write notes and admired your wavy hair, something you put so much effort to fix in.

“jihoon, you’re staring at her again.” joshua said as he flicked through the new notes the professor gave out. “you’ll miss out a lot.”

“hm.” jihoon hummed and bit the insides of his mouth. “i won’t.”

he hoped he’d make it through the lectures without you distracting him.

ring.

the second bell.

the bell rang for lunch one summer and everyone was rushing for the cafeteria in hopes to get their hands on cold drinks. after a gym session with seungcheol, he was thirsty and bought a bottle of water.

funny, the cafeteria ran out of bottles when he saw you rushing to the counter after having volleyball training. hearing the upset tone you gave as you walked away made his heart hurt.

a nervous spirit in him told him not to, maybe you wouldn’t take notice of him since you had a boyfriend. so he figured out it wasn’t so much good for an idea.

but he knew, he wanted to help you.

“hey y/n.” he turned around, seeing you slouched on a bench, “water?”

you lit up at him, beads of sweat dropping from your forehead and the ends of your hair. “oh, how about you?”

“nah, i already had a drink.” he smiled, giving you the bottle. “here, take it.”

“thank you, jihoon! see you at class later.” you stood up and spotted your boyfriend at the time, walking towards him. “babe! here’s a water..”

jihoon looked at how you approached your boyfriend. of course there was a sting of dismay in his heart knowing that the bottle he bought was going to be shared by two people. but he didn’t mind, because before you accepted his offer, you thought of him instead of yourself.

and that made him even happier.

ring.

the third bell.

the fire drill was something each instituition must undergo for practice. though in this situation, it was the actual thing. the cause of a real fire stirred panic in everyone.

especially when he spotted you covering your ears, sitting down and having an anxiety attack. he wondered where your boyfriend was at the time, but he couldn’t leave you behind.

“y/n! let’s go!” he shouted, holding your hand.

“i-i’m scared.”

“don’t worry i’ll be with you.”

and he kept his word. both of you were one of the last people to have exited the university building. everyone was worried and cheered for him saving you, but a punch on the face had him in confusion.

ah right, you had a boyfriend.

ring.

the fourth bell.

the exchange of classes happened sometime in the afternoon. eversince that incident of the fire, he had heard you and your boyfriend were on the rocks for two months.

after that bell, he spotted you and him talking. the autumn leaves fell as a new season was approaching. he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the clear voice and those three you gave had jihoon sigh in relief.

“let’s break up.”

maybe it was a new season for him to finally make his move.

ring.

the fifth bell.

the graduation bell.

from year three to year five he was able to have you in his heart. the way you both shared a hug for a photo in front of you university had everyone all giddy. you loved the fact he was faithful to pursue you even when you weren’t dating at the time.

“congratulations, dr. lee.” you poked his nose, him giving you a kiss on the forehead afterwards.

“likewise, nurse y/n.”

ring.

the sixth bell.

it was few minutes before christmas and jihoon was in a nervous state. five years of knowing you, five years of loving you. he knew he’d make the right decision.

he tugged the hems of his shirt and bit his lower lip as he looked around at a gathering in his home. his family and friends surrounding the living room having fun in the winter’s christmas eve. the snow was cold and so was his hands, but his heart was warm knowing that you were beside him.

he silenced the room and there he made his little speech. it only took two minutes for him to express his love for you. “... y/n, will you marry me?”

“yes.” you said with tears brimming from your eyes. jihoon loved to call them little stars, because the moon was shining bright.

cheers were heard as he placed a diamond ring on your ring finger, “i’m glad to call you my fiancé, y/n.”

ring.

the seventh bell.

lee jihoon took a deep breath. he stared at himself as his father fixed his tie. “you look handsome, my son.”

“thank you, dad.” he smiled, giving him a hug.

“treasure her all your life, as she will do to you.”

“i will.”

he stood by the aisle as the groomsmen and bridesmaids, along with the little kids and sponsors made their entourage.

everyone stood up to welcome the bride, your figure appearing at the entrance had jihoon’s breath taken away. as you walked alone, he could see your teary smile. you were shaking yet very at ease, knowing you will be spending the rest of your life with jihoon.

you met your parents half way through the aisle, and sight of your parents got you weeping like a child.

jihoon never expected to cry, but the closer you got to him, that’s where he lost it. your dad passed you to jihoon and gave him a hug and so did your mom.

the ceremony went by faster than expected. and when you both were announced as husband and wife, a kiss shared between you both, the bell chimes ringing at the background.

“seven sounds of bell chimes.” he spoke softly.

and that was when jihoon knew he made the right decision.

and that he was right all along.

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adore you bonus! | 10 things I hate about you

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

a/n: and that's officially a wrap to adore you! see you all in january ;)

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dear y/n,

5 days til christmas! aren't you excited? after christmas is over... I assume you have plans for the new year? I hope you put this cute planner to use so you don't forget when our dates will occur :)

with love, your secret santa.

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adore you | a holly jolly christmas

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours @makiswrld

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word count: around 1k

warnings: none! :D

a/n: thank you to @januarystars once again for helping me edit and review this portion! my misty, I love you very much n I'm so grateful for all you do! <3

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dear y/n,

here is a disposable camera so you can capture every fun memory you have! I suggest saving some space for the christmas party, I have a feeling lots of memories will be made :)

with love, you secret santa

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“Hey party people!” Misty yelled out as they entered Joshua’s large apartment. You giggled slightly as you took off your shoes at the front entrance along with Wonwoo, carrying a box full of ornaments in your hand.

A distressed Seokmin came rushing in to greet you, a clipboard in his hand while scolding, “You’re late, get to work! Poor Jihoon had to set up the tree all by himself!”

“My bad, Seokmin!” you apologized, finding it a tad funny how serious Seokmin was taking this party. As you took in the surroundings around you, the scents of pine cones and warm vanilla infiltrated your lungs, and a Christmas playlist (Joshua’s playlist most likely) blasted in the living room as everyone was doing their assigned tasks. Misty nudged you before squealing, “Look who’s under the mistletoe~”

You didn’t even have to peep to know who it was. Jihoon was silently sorting the tree ornaments underneath the mistletoe placed in the kitchen’s cased opening. It felt almost intentional that the tree was placed near the mistletoe, but you brushed it aside as you walked up to the man sitting on the floor. You felt your face heat up when saying, “H-Hi.”

Jihoon could only look up at you and give you his heart-melting grin, “Hi Y/N, wanna sit?”

He patted the floor space next to him. As you quietly placed the box on the floor and sat down, Jihoon continued to give you instructions, “I just finished putting the lights around the tree, so, right now I’m sorting basic ornaments from the more…” he scratched his head looking at a poorly homemade, clay tiger ornament, making you giggle, “Decorative ornaments let’s say. I see you have a box with you? Are those more ornaments?”

››

“Yeah, they are,” you said, taking out a few ornaments. It was only when you took out the white rabbit ornaments that Jihoon commented, “Those are cute ornaments. Who gave them to you?”

Of course Jihoon called them cute; he picked them out after all. You giggled slightly before replying, “Oh, you know, a special someone gave them to me.”

“Really?” he giggled as well, making your heart flutter.

Seokmin raised a brow when he came by from making his rounds around the apartment and scolded you even more, “You two! Stop flirting and get to work!”

You could hear laughter erupt from the kitchen, causing your face to burn up even more. As you looked up at Jihoon, you could see the redness flush on his cheeks and ears. “How cute,” you thought to yourself.

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You and Jihoon continued to decorate the tree, placing the basic ornaments first. There was a system to decorate the tree and you enjoyed that. You stood on top of the stepping stools, placing the ornaments wherever felt right, and Jihoon would hand you an ornament while praising your work. When it was time for the decorative ornaments, Jihoon grabbed the poorly made tiger ornament and whispered in your ear, “Place this near the back so Soonyoung won’t notice.”

You giggled slightly, doing exactly what was told, soon after picking up the rabbit ornaments from Jihoon’s hand and positioning them sporadically on the tree. He smiled at the display, grabbing some more ornaments and placing them on the tree himself. “It looks beautiful, Y/N. They’re going to like it.”

“You think?” You smiled while putting the last ornament on the tree.

Jihoon smiled back, grabbing the star and handing it over to you, “I know so.”

As you stood on the highest part of the stepping stool, you realized immediately you couldn’t reach the top. Jihoon took notice of this, shortly after asking, “Need help, love?”

“Y-Yeah.” You mumbled under your hitched breath while walking off the stepping stool.

You handed the star to Jihoon as he escalated on the stool. As he placed the star perfectly on the top of the tree with ease, you could see his face light up with satisfaction, “Perfect.”

When he greeted you back onto the kitchen floor, he made sure to plug the Christmas tree for the final touch, which automatically flashed with multiple colors. You swore when the Christmas tree lit up, you could hear bells chime in the distance. Jihoon giggled before pulling you closer, “It looks so good! We did great!”

You smiled in contentment while looking at the tree and then at him. For a moment, you and Jihoon glanced at each other, the atmosphere so tense you could cut it with a knife. He scoped the surroundings, making sure no one was looking before leaning in to softly place a kiss on your forehead, “You did so well, baby.”

“W-What was that for?” you managed to ask.

Jihoon’s heart-melting grin had made a comeback when he replied, “Look at what we’re under.”

The two of you looked up, spotting the damned leafy plant hanging underneath the cased opening. You scoffed before jokingly blurting out, “Aren’t mistletoe kisses meant to be on the lips?”

Before you could register what you had said, Jihoon’s warm hands cupped your face while giving you a quick peck on the lips. Your heart began to pound, and your eyes widened for a moment before Jihoon began to apologize, “I’m so sorry, Y/N… I don’t know what came over me…”

Without thinking, you delicately cupped Jihoon’s cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. You blocked out all the cheering from the kitchen, only focusing on Jihoon and the way his lips felt against yours. As you deepened the kiss, you began noticing how his warm breath tickled the area beneath your nose. His hands found their way towards your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. In this moment, everything was perfect, and you wanted to savor every part of it.

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adore you | mistletoe

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours @makiswrld

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dear y/n,

3 days til christmas! need a few music recs? here are some songs that remind me of you :) im so sorry I put in confident by the Beibs in here... I know you hate him but this song slaps so hard I couldn't resist LOL

with love, your secret santa.

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adore you | we wish you a merry christmas

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours @makiswrld

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adore you | carol of the bells

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE this was supposed to come out like an hour ago but I've literally been messing around on my Nintendo Switch for hours T_T

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours @makiswrld

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dear y/n,

2 days til christmas! you've been working so hard, so please enjoy this skin care package I've made for you! (p.s I may or may not have stolen a face mask... they work wonders)

with love, your secret santa.

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adore you | joy to the world

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours @makiswrld

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dear y/n,

4 days til christmas! I don't know if this is the perfume you wear, but I remember you talking about it with misty once, so I hope its either adds to your supply or is a long awaited wish!

with love, your secret santa.

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adore you | feliz navidad

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours @makiswrld

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dear y/n,

the big day is tomorrow! i’m kind of nervous for tomorrow, your present is the biggest one yet… here, your gift today are some pretty guitar picks. consider this a hint for what's to come.

with love, your secret santa.

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adore you | my favorite things

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours @makiswrld

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dear y/n,

a penny for your thoughts? write in this journal, use it as a little vent space to clear your mind, or, use it to write songs ;) I know you've always been into song writing, and I would love to read one of your pieces some day. tell me all about it when we meet, sweetheart.

with love, your secret santa

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adore you | i'll be home for christmas

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

taglist: @wuriwoori @solarbxby @sansbyeol @xfirebenderx @cloudyhaos @iho6hi @http-mewchuu @cheolsblackgf @baesgyus @erens-piss-cleaner @lynniac @leech4ns @imaginegot7bangtan @sakura-uji @timelessruins @currently-existing @lebritneeey @fav9yu @sunniesoobin @atomoonchild @anjiuniverse @coookiemonster @vanillxangxl @coupsiekkuma @kamikokii @odetoyeonjun @pengu-hours

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