#yifan imagines

[dramashutup]

Rewatching since there's no new episode today and I just gotta laugh again at Sang Yan being so frazzled after his first Yifan's sleepwalking episode, man was so bewildered, look at his hair

Did he sleep? Did he wake up on an off thru the night just completely bamboozled by her sleepwalking?

He must've thought, why is she pulling this off? Is she trying to kill him via heart attack?lmao

Imagine you're repressing your feelings towards this woman you've liked for years,, and you think you've got it all under control all your smug aloof sarcastic self and all and then suddenly she walks towards you, not answering a single question, gives you a tender hug???and then leaves, like????bro was having a crisis he never thought he'd ever foreseen, he thought he'd checkmated the poor girl on various occasions but this????what is the explaination???🤣🤣🤣

And Yifan, unsuspecting of anything, was waking up from what looked like a restful sleep that she knew of, i can't 🤣🤣🤣

Edit : Diandian knew and he was looking at his mum like, mum.....you have no idea what you've done last night,, lol

[da-man-si]

This is the beginning of her being honest to him and to herself about what she feels because all the "we shouldn't have met again" thing is her trauma and insecurities overpowering her true desires.

Eight years ago, she was a wounded teenager who had experienced how ugly and cruel the world can be to a child without a support system. She had to go away from everything and everyone the first chance she got because how horrific and suffocating it must have been for her to be subjected to harassment and then the people who were supposed to be her "guardians" blaming her for it when all she was trying to do was protect herself. She had to go far away from her relatives because if she didn't then they would have kept plaguing her life just as they are doing now, now that she is back in town. Imagine Yifan being put under their mental and physical abuse for the last eight years. The only reason she can shut them off and tell them to just think that she died is because she got to be away from them for eight years. That said, it doesn't mean she was happy during those eight years. She learned how to be by herself, which has taken an extreme turn with her shutting away even the best things in her life but once she figures out the secret that the best things in life should be cherished rather than avoided in fear of losing them, she is all set!

And this is what we are seeing here in this scene— the beginning of her choosing the best thing in her life.

[todosamamdrama]

Imagine finding someone who looks at you the way Sang Yan looks at Yifan <3

[starseed-awakening]

The conversation between Yifan and her mother in episode 30 was one of the highlights of the last four episodes for me.

Yifan's mother asking Yifan if Che Xing De "did anything bad to her" And then Yifan responding with something along the lines of "what do you even want me to say to that?" And then finally, finally, all of the what should have been so obvious warning signs (Yifan calling her mom in tears begging her to take her away from that place, their interactions from that night, etc.) clicking into place. But it's too late. Eight years too late.

Yifan explaining to her mom that what hurt most was not everything she went through at her aunt and uncle's place, but the fact that her own mother abandoned her again and again (at a time when she needed her most to add to that). And to the mom's credit, I do think she feels guilty about everything. She does even tell Yifan that she doesn't expect forgiveness. But, again, she's too late.

And there's also the part where Yifan sees a little of herself in her mother when she mentions that the stepfather has been cheating on her. Just like Yifan has been abandoned by her mother, her mother is being abandoned by her stepfather.

All of that aside she does not owe her mother anything. She told her mother to imagine that her daughter was killed that night by Che Xing De because, really, that was the night that their mother-daughter relationship died. After that night, there was no going back.

[thedeathdeelers]

idk netflix i don’t speak chinese or anything but i’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume wen yifan didn’t say “sir” (even if they don’t have specific words for ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ i imagine the translation can still be………….better)

just guessing tho

idk

[blueberry-ash]

Writer's Month 2024, Day 1 (‘creek’)

TKA Live Action, An Wenyi/Qiao Yifan. (Rated T for swearing? And, like, implied desire??)

It’s really too cold to be messing around in the water. Qiao Yifan’s mother would be horrified, and even An Wenyi is laughing in mild disapproval from the little wooden bridge. Qiao Yifan finishes unlacing his sneakers anyway. The creek is clear and lovely, with a bed of coloured pebbles, and water-dipped branches swaying all along the bank. Besides, Qiao Yifan hasn’t been hiking since he left school, and his body is unreasonably warm and sweaty—apparently, his regular gym routine counts for little in the face of an actual mountain.

Of course, some of the heat beneath Qiao Yifan’s collar might have more to do with the knowing way Luo Ji had glanced from An Wenyi to Qiao Yifan before heading off with some excuse about catching up with Steamed Bun and Chang Xian.

It definitely has something to do with the way An Wenyi’s hands and eyes have been lingering all weekend—have been lingering for a long time, really, but never with such wilful openness as now, and Qiao Yifan—

Qiao Yifan isn’t so ignorant of his own desires. He knows exactly what’s set his skin to sticky-heated fizzing.

The sight of An Wenyi’s lower arms—bare and handsome, with An Wenyi’s jacket taken off and slung around his hips, and An Wenyi’s sweater sleeves pushed up—is really just the final straw.

Doubly so, when An Wenyi casually crosses his arms upon the bridge’s handrail, looks over at Qiao Yifan, and smirks.

‘You’re going to freeze,’ An Wenyi says.

Qiao Yifan grins. The creek is unbelievably pretty, and An Wenyi is so beautifully smug. Qiao Yifan puts his socks in his shoes, and rolls up his jeans to his knees. He imagines striding through the water and reaching boldly; he imagines tugging An Wenyi down and forward—just a little, just a bit—just enough to lean up and catch An Wenyi’s smirk with a kiss.

In reality, Qiao Yifan yelps when his feet hit the water and the colds hits him. It’s punchy enough to smack the air from his lungs, just for a second, and then he’s gasping and giggling, and striding through the water with childish, stomping kicks—not to steal a kiss but to see whether movement will make the icy temperature any less wretched. (It doesn’t.) His feet are uncomfortably numb by the time he’s reached the bridge, and his legs aren’t much better, and maybe that’s why he drags himself up onto the railing, laughing and breathless, while An Wenyi huffs and plants a blocking palm across the middle of Qiao Yifan’s face.

Qiao Yifan rests the dead weight of his feet on barely warm timber. He grins with teeth at the searing heat of An Wenyi’s hand. ‘It’s fucking freezing. Let me up.’

‘Fuck off,’ An Wenyi laughs. He’s shaking off the water Qiao Yifan’s kicking has sprinkled across him. ‘You splashed me. You can get out the same way you got in, no bridge for you.’

An Wenyi pushes his hand against Qiao Yifan’s face like they’re school kids. For a second, Qiao Yifan thinks about blowing an obnoxiously wet raspberry in retaliation. Then Qiao Yifan shifts his face stubbornly, cool lips against warm palm, and immediately he’s back to grown-up and wanting.

Qiao Yifan says, speech against skin, ‘I could bite you.’

Qiao Yifan can’t really see An Wenyi, not with An Wenyi’s hand in the way; still, he can hear the gratifying little noise An Wenyi makes. He can hear the return of An Wenyi’s smirk, too, when An Wenyi presses a little closer and asks, ‘Just to be clear… was that a threat or an incentive?’

Qiao Yifan grins. He feels like kicking again. He feels like laughing and reaching and being bold. He feels like the shift of An Wenyi’s hand is too intentional, too—that the way An Wenyi crooks his thumb down to brush at the corner of Qiao Yifan’s mouth is far too deliberate to dismiss.

Qiao Yifan touches his tongue between his dry lips. He catches his bottom lip—dampened and warm, and just as carefully deliberate—against the tip of An Wenyi’s thumb.

An Wenyi’s free hand settles in at the nape of Qiao Yifan’s neck and presses firmly. Qiao Yifan smirks and shivers. Qiao Yifan says, ‘Let me up and maybe I’ll show you.’

Qiao Yifan could pretend to be surprised by just how swiftly he goes from chilly to toasty once he’s got his back pressed up against the handrail and his smirk caught in a kiss, but—let’s be honest—it’s not really that surprising at all.

[chinainstituteylc2024]

YLC 2024 Day 8,Monday, July 22

It is our big working day for the Youth Forum. All 37 students participated with their well-prepared presentations for 4 roundtable discussions: Tech+Future; Our Place, Our Home; People and Culturd; Action! Over 20 Chinese students and 8 students from Chicago also joined the forum for a morning of engaging discussions. Nothing is more meaningful than get the young people of both U.S. and China together and share their thoughts, concerns and understanding of each other face to face.

The students really made us proud!

Photo credit: CEAIE Text credit: Shenzhan Liao, China Institute in America

…Thinking back to the past few weeks, I would have never imagined that I would be standing up here in this hotel, with many friends around. But I’ve done so much. I’ve climbed the Great Wall even though I felt like quitting multiple times on my way up. It was from the support of my friends like Jayden and Rebecca who were alongside me that I was able to keep pushing myself to climb those steep stairs and brave through the large crowds of bugs. Moving on to Chengdu, I saw more the just the pandas. I also tasted the delicious Sichuan cuisine with my host family, Tommy here, showed me. Being here in China, I have only further realized the importance of cultural communication and connection, and the need for us all to work together to create a better future for all. It was wonderful hearing everyone’s performance today and the ideas to improve the world during the Youth Forum and I hope that we can make lasting change.

Photo credit: CEAIE

Text credit: Matthew Zhang, Brooklyn Technical High School

Hello I am Yifan, and I am writing to you from Chengdu, Kuan Zhai Xiang. As we walk down this small, but busy alley, we notice an array of snacks and foods in all shapes and sizes, colors and smells. One such odd shaped foods is 波斯糖or Persian sugar. They look like strands of tread, having been hand pulled carefully by skilled craftsman. Then the now fine sugar are wrapped in rolls and filled with sesame powder and other raw materials. Originally, 波斯糖 was founded in the Qing Dynasty, after Emperor Qian Long traveled down to Tianfu, Chengdu, and tasted the delicate candy that melts instantly in your mouth. He adored it so much that he made them tribute them presented to the imperial court. Ever since then, 波斯糖became a royal delicacy.

The shop really caught my attention, the giant pot of sesame powder and the sugar craftsman work tirelessly, pulling the sugar into fine treads. Each individual action of pulling and stretching the candy bringing the first clunky, hot sugar into the thin, dainty 波斯糖.

Text and photo credit：Yifan Zhang，High School for Environmental Studies

There are many features of a culture that connects people around the world; for example, the musical and artistic performances we experienced today. The performance included the usage of traditional Chinese dances, makeup style, and clothing. After the memorable performance, we all shown appreciation to the performer by applauding and taking pictures. It was an amazing day and I hope I may experience this again!

Text and photo credit：Calvin Zhou，Brooklyn Technical High School

[mistmarigold]

Loved this entire scene so much but also the one before this. It’s not like she doesn’t know all of this - goes back to her self-awareness - but it’s still so important for her to hear this from him, from her friend as well. And it’s not just words on either of their ends, it’s genuine love and Yifan is well aware of it. But the constant reminders must feel so healing to her after she was made to believe otherwise growing up.

Even in that dinner scene when her voice shook from the sheer belief that there’s someone who’s always got her - she doesn’t even know half of it. She has no idea about all the Yihe trips he did or any of the other secret ways he’s been keeping tabs on her quietly, for literal years. She’s like this right now and feels his love - “he cares about me like he’s confessing to me everyday” - to the extent that it makes her want to weep so I can’t imagine what she’ll feel once she gets to know everything especially after feeling like a burden for so many years. Like this man went out of his way over and over again, just for her. And he’ll do this happily forever.

This is amazing and I love them and !!!!

The way this whole convo is with her in his arms and then by the end she burrows herself into him!

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairings ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, guns, shooting, Blood

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CHAPTER TWO (3.6k)

Ten couldn’t sleep.

It became a common occurrence to wake up in the middle of the night, wondering if what he just remembered was either a dream or a past memory. Maybe it was because he was away from home. Homesick. Or maybe it was because he was lonely. A lot of the time, Ten just tossed and turned after reminiscing about what he imagined.

It wasn’t easy to admit to himself that he was lonely. It wasn’t easy trying to admit to himself that he could possibly be depressed. Being alone for so long, and not having family backing him up caused him to wonder if he was really worth the time of the world. But every time a thought like that crossed his mind, he would give life another try. He always did.  

Just as he was falling back to sleep, a loud sudden knock came from his front door. Not only did it startle him awake, but it also made his stomach twist in a way it hasn’t in his life. He was worried, afraid. But once he eased the thought that it could possibly be some drunkards roaming around, it happened again, but louder. Longer. Faster.

Ten groaned and arose from his bed. He turned on the hallway light and thought that whoever it was, waking him up at ungodly hours in the morning, was going to get knocked out.

It wasn’t until he swung open the front door, that time around him felt as if it froze. In front of him was Taemin. But once he took in the messed up, beaten form, he realized that the older wasn’t alone. In his arms, was a boy, passed out stone cold.

“Help.”

Ten took in the bleeding form of the body next to Taemin. He didn’t give a care in the world who this stranger was, but he was with Taemin. And if Taemin came to him, crying for help, he was going to help him no matter what. If there was anything to stop from seeing Taemin crying, he will do it.

“Bring him in.” He said, opening the doorway further for Taemin.

A feature of Ten, is his need to save a life. No matter who it was, or who they were in society. And right now, all that his brain was telling him was that he needed to save this stranger's life. The Thai boy was in doctor mode as he searched his entire apartment for his supplies.

In the meantime, Taemin laid Taeyong on the table top. When Ten came back, Taemin wanted so bad to explain the entire situation to him, but he was afraid that Ten would disregard him as a person. He debated whether he should lie or not. It was a bad habit of living among a gang.

“Chitta-“

“wait in the bathroom. The first aid kit is in the cupboard. Get yourself cleaned up the best you can before I can help you.” Ten didn’t even turn to look to the older. The tone in his voice gave off no chance to argue back, so Taemin did as he was told.

Getting straight to work, he plastered on the gloves before he lifted the stranger’s shirt. He inhaled sharply, viewing the wound of crimson red that impacted the pale skin. The stranger had lost a lot of blood, but luckily he was still alive as Ten felt a low pulse under his two fingers.

With his skilled, trained hands, Ten cleaned up the wound and stitched it closed in a matter of a few hours. A shine of sweat still present as he cleaned up the bandages left on the table.

Ten made his walk to the bathroom and ignored the presence of Taemin who sat against the edge of the bathtub. He washed his hands under warm water. Ten wasn’t angry with him, as a matter of fact, he was worried about what trouble he could have gotten himself into.

He paused and rested against the counter, looking to his hyung in the mirror.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled patiently. It took a few seconds before Taemin finally spoke.

“Y-yes.”

“Good,” Ten turned off the water and from the open first aid kit on the counter, grabbed a fresh pair of gloves. He turned to Taemin and moved his bangs as he began to fix up the older. “Care to tell me what happened?” He whispered under his breath.

Taemin closed his eyes and took a shaky breath.

“I can’t, Ten.” Ten’s hands paused, as he looked at the older.

“What do you mean you can’t? You come to my apartment at 3 in the damn morning, battered and bleeding with a complete stranger hanging on by a thread, and you can’t tell me why or what happened?” He said, starting to put a patch over the olders forehead wound.

“I just can’t. I wish I could, but I fear that you’d hate me afterwards.” Taemin mumbled, a quiver in his voice. Besides Taeyong, Ten was one of the closest things he’d call as blood family. He couldn’t stand losing both of them at the same time.

“I’d hate you even more if you didn’t tell me…” Ten muttered, taking off the gloves. A string of silence filled the space between the two of them as they exchanged quiet looks to each other.

The sound of Taemin’s phone ringing disturbed their silence as he looked down. Ten frowned and crossed his arms.

“Whose that?”

“The Dreamies…” He breathed, his eyes widening in slight worry and fear.

“What? What are you talking about?”

The older member didn’t answer, as he was rushing towards the front door. But Ten was quick on his feet and pulled Taemin’s arm back. He looked at the older with worry and concern written all over his face.

“Ten, I really need to go. I promise I’ll explain it to you later but just… Not right now. I have to go.” The desperate plea in the olders voice made Ten’s grip loosen. He sighed with a small nod, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fine… But you have to take it slow! You had a head trauma, there’s a possibility that you have a concussion.”

Taemin gave the younger a sad, but small smile before he left the apartment in a hurry. As soon as the older left, Ten heard police sirens echoing the streets of Seoul. He wandered to the window and gazed out.

“Please just be okay…”

~~

Taemin felt absolutely horrible for leaving Ten empty handed like that. He knew that he disturbed Ten’s sleeping, showing up a dishevelled mess with a man that was beyond injured. Like Ten said, hanging on by a thread. He knew he didn’t need to leave Taeyong a message, the younger knew how to get back home to zone, but he was fearful of leaving Ten with Taeyong.

If Ten found out that he just fixed Korea’s most wanted gang leader… Taemin didn’t want to know what would happen. But he knew that Ten wasn’t a snitch. He knew that Ten could be trusted. That’s why he went to him.

But pushing his worries aside and out of his mind, he sped up his pace towards the train station. He knew the sun would be up soon, but he kept his head low. Hidden form searching eyes. There was more risk being out in the daylight to being caught, due to the gang activities that happen throughout the night.

The worry of being caught sparked severe paranoia in his core. Once he entered the train, Taemin noticed how all eyes immediately went to him. He thought that he was being careful, but not obviously with the grey sweater that was stained in blood. But then again, people only see this type of stuff on public transportation anyways.

Taemin marched down the aisle, keeping his head low and tried to ignore all the judgmental looks from the folks on the train.

As long as the awkward silence and the sound of the train on the rails was, it finally stopped at his destination. He sprinted out, as fast as he could straight towards the place he called home.

“Please be okay…”

None of the Dreamies were replying to his texts. Ever since he left Ten’s apartment, his heart throbbed in his ears, filling the space with pure anxiety. A build up in his chest that he couldn’t ignore. He finally rounded the corner into Neozone territory. A place strictly for the gang. Though the place didn’t look like much, just a large old worn down warehouse, the insides were actually decked nicely.

All members lived together, giving it easy access to figure out group activities and whereabouts of each member.

As he headed inside the building, Taemin noted his eerily quiet it was. The only giveaway of someone’s presence was a light seen through floorboards and doorframes. He didn’t bother to call out as he leaned against the wall by the door. He simply just listened to the quiet whispers heard from inside the room.

“We’re so screwed… This is all our fault.” Jisung muttered, closing his eyes in pure worry.

“Hey, listen… They didn’t take much, it wasn’t like the entire building was robbed. Only a  bit of paperwork and money. Just things from the file room.” Jaemin hummed, rubbing the youngers back in an attempt to sooth his worries.

Though Jaemin spoke confidently, Taemin could tell that he was holding it together with every last string. He knew that Jaemin, no, he knew that most of the Dreamies were scared.

Taemin peered into the slightly ajar room, seeing all the Dreamies scattered around the room. What alarmed him was that the members were armed, bats, knives, and long metal pipes covered in blood splotches.

“It doesn’t matter what room they went into… They came here with a purpose.” Mark muttered, gripping a baseball bat. He himself had a few bruises written over his face.

“Came here with a purpose to steal something valuable, they did. And that makes us vulnerable.” Sehun grumbled, the grip on the end of the iron pipe turned his knuckles white. Sehun seemed downright pissed at the situation at hand.

“Well, this wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me finish them off.” Jeno complained, fiddling with a lighter in one hand, and a can of aerosol in the other. Taemin could tell by the rage in Jeno’s eyes, that something went down while he wasn’t present.

But Taemin had enough of hiding away from the boys and opened the door. As expected, every single member gripped their weapon tighter, and got ready to fight until they saw and recognized who it was.

“What happened?”

The silence was deafening, as all what the members heard was the beating of their own heartbeats that gave away their emotions. They all turned to Mark to explain what went down.

“Once we got back here, there was a car sitting out front that wasn’t one of ours. All lights were on too, so we figured we were getting looted since everyone was out, and things were all over the place when we got in. Sehun also said that one of them spoke Chinese, but that wasn’t the weirdest part.” Mark explained. There was a long pause before he turned to Jisung for help.

“They didn’t take anything valuable other than some papers from the file room. It was… as if they already knew what they were looking for and found it.”

“But we didn’t let them leave without a fight. That group was pretty damn feisty.” Haechan stated, a sadistic proud smirk formed against his lips.

“Yeah… There was a blondie who didn’t want to move, so I punched her.” Jeno stated, pretending to punch the air in the same swift motion he apparently hit the girl.

Taemin groaned and sighed, before sitting down.

“So, this group seems to be made of a lot of women.”

“Maybe women are just more powerful than they are here.” Jaemin suggested, his hands fiddling with the brass knuckles on his fingers.

“Hey. Save it, you don’t want the BLINKS to hear you say that do you?” Kai snapped, defending the girls.

“But it doesn’t matter if there’re powerful women or not. They still took the files, but why? For what reason?” Jisung complained, his voice fragile and weak. Besides causing havoc within the city, and dealing with some of the most frightful people, Jisung was in charge of the money count and the files in the file room. The idea of just one missing, turned his stomach and he knew that he was going to be in deep shit with their boss.

“Look… We’ve all been through quite a bit tonight… We need to turn in. Unit 127 will return by daylight, but we have to get some rest. Sleep off the events of today.” Taemin suggested, seeing all the members distraught from pulling an all-nighter with more action within their safe zone than usual. They all looked like they longed for some sleep.

With that said, the young Dreamies were headed off to their rightful rooms. Sehun and Kai lingered in the room, gathering the weapons the boys held in their hands. Even through the shuffling of the two members, Taemin still felt in his gut that something was very wrong.

“What happened with boss?” Kai questioned; his curiosity on where their leader was beginning to swirl like a tornado in his chest.

With a small wave of the hand, Taemin sat down on the couch the Dreamies were sat on.

“He’s fine-“

“And what about you?”

“Me?” Taemin muttered, bringing a hand up to his forehead. He completely forgot about the bandage Ten placed as his fingers brushed against the surgical tape keeping the bandage in place.

“I’m alright. There’s nothing to worry about,” Taemin stood. “You boys go get some rest too. You may be a bit older than the others, but you still need the rest that you’re lacking.”

Sehun and Kai exchanged wary glances between each other before they set the tools, knives, and sports gear on the table. They headed off to their own rooms as Taemin was left alone in the room. Though now, complete silence has started to fill the room he was in, his stomach twisted in a way he recognized way too easily. He didn’t like how the night turned out, what happened and how shaken up the boys were. Things were so very wrong.

~~

Ten had made up the final decision that he would sleep on the couch. Overall, he was a university student, there was no excuse of missing a day or being late. But at the same time, he didn’t want to be far from the stranger in his house. Even if he didn’t have many possessions, there was still a small set of uneasiness roaming his chest. From not knowing the stranger, to also worrying about his well being, he just wanted to make sure the injured didn’t wake up before him and left.

By the time he finally woke up, he checked the clock in his small set living room before seeing he would be 10 minutes late if he slacked off.

Springing to his feet, he rushed between the bathroom and his bedroom to do his regular morning routine faster than he ever has in his life. Due to the lack of time, Ten knew he would later regret not putting a tad of makeup on and his style of clothes. Even with his hatred of life, he knew how to dress well and look good while doing it. He adored dressing nicely and looking the part, but maybe that was why the students in his classes thought he was gay.

Which he would like to believe wasn’t true.

On his way back to the living room, one shoe in hand and one already on his foot, he rammed his hip into the corner of the counter top by the front door. He groaned and let out a string of Thai curse words.

His university campus was just down the road, so it was a small walk if it was a day he didn’t sleep in. Today he understood that he would have to speed walk or even jog half of the way there. Thinking of the idea of being late made him groan, he didn’t want to be faced with embarrassment from the other students. He grabbed his keys off the counter and threw his bag over his shoulder with ease. He was just about to unlock the door when an unfamiliar voice greeted him.

“Morning cutie, off in a hurry huh?”

“Jesus!!” Ten jumped, eyes wide as his keys slipped out of his hand onto the floor. With the rush to get himself ready for school, he completely forgot about the actions from the previous night, and completely forgot about the stranger that he let sleep in his apartment.

The taller man was leaning against the counter elbow resting against the top, with his head tilted slightly to the side. Ten struggled to come back with a response to the handsome man standing in his kitchen, shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his waist.

“I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble. I would assume that Taemin didn’t exactly tell you who I am?” His voice was alluring, gentle as he spoke. As if Ten could be drowned in such a gentle, calm sounding voice. At the sound of the words coming from the tallers mouth, Ten couldn’t trust himself with his own, so he just shook his head in response.

“I’m Taeyong. Lee Taeyong.”

There was a small sense of familiarity to the name, but Ten couldn’t place it in his already racing mind. Due to his own exhaustion and the darkness of the night before, he couldn’t exactly get a good look at the taller. He witnessed an exposed chest but didn’t give time to examine the muscle and was instantly working away on the wound bleeding like a running faucet.

He never got a chance to look at the stranger’s face, but now with the injured standing in front of him, his fiery red hair pushed back, Ten was able to get a good look at him. And damn, he could swear to himself that he’s never seen a face more perfect in his entire life.

“You have a nice face.”

The words left Ten’s mouth without a second thought. He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, shocked that the words slipped out. At the sound of the injured chuckling, Ten wanted nothing more but to hide away in a cave and never be seen again.

Taeyong took a step forward, forcing Ten’s eyes to follow down the tallers torso.

“I’m glad you like what you see.” When Ten’s eyes scanned back up the olders waist to meet his eyes, there was a smirk present, which sent Ten into a panic he’s only experienced rarely. He eyed the taller whose face still held the smirk against his lips.

“Uh, wait, wait no. That’s-“

“Relax, I’m just playing.”

Ten gave a heavy sigh of relief as a string of awkward silence soon followed. But the space between the two of them turned tense. Taeyong’s smile dropped from his face as he eyed over Ten’s body. Ten was guilty of exactly mimicking the other. If he knew the man, he’d probably risk it all to save him.

“Um,” Ten started, breaking the tension between the two. “My Uni class will start soon, and I really need to get going. You’re free to help yourself to the fridge, but I don’t exactly have anything but cold ramen noodles.” He picked up his keys and unlocked the door as the taller leaned against the wall.

“But.” Ten paused and looked at the other. “if you take anything from my expensive clothes, I swear I will kill you.” Taeyong raised his slit eyebrow in slight amusement.

“Sounds promising. But a broke University student who spends all their money on clothes doesn’t sound like an exact threat.”

“It’s a lifestyle. My lifestyle Taeyong. Take it or leave it.” Taeyong couldn’t help but be more amused at the attitude in Ten’s voice as he spoke his name.

“I hope you see you again.” Ten’s cheeks started to blush, hearing those words from Taeyong’s gentle voice. He couldn’t keep eye contact as he stepped out the front door.

“I’m glad to see you standing and talking. It’s a huge improvement, and as long as you keep yourself relaxed, the wound should heal soon.” Ten muttered, his eyes glued to the floor of the apartment hallway.

Taeyong grabbed Ten’s arm and gripped, forcing the younger to turn his eyes to look at Taeyong’s.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“Ten. My name is Ten.” He smiled. It was the last thing he spoke to the man before he rushed off to his university classes, hoping that the conversation wasn’t going to make him even more late. He hoped that the entire events of the night and meeting Taeyong was all just a dream by the time he returned home.

“Ten.” Taeyong repeated, looking at the closed door beside him. He smiled at how simple it rolled off his tongue. For a fact, Taeyong knew that he couldn’t let this one slip through his fingers. It’s been too long since he’s talked with someone other than his family, so he knew that he couldn’t let him get away. 

[da-man-si]

I love that whenever Yifan says she doesn't have something or doesn't deserve to have something (be it chicken soup or having someone to pick her up from the airport), Sangyan is like "not on my watch" and always shows up like "no. you have me." I love him.

Also, I was expecting that "seeing a friend off" thing to be an excuse because he won't just admit that he came there especially for her. But then:

He kicked his bestie out just so he could have a solid excuse for meeting Yifan at the airport LMAO. Also, I know he is rich but I'm imagining how expensive the airfare must be for booking a flight ticket just half a day before departure like my wallet would cry and my heart would hurt while making that payment.

[kpop---scenarios]

If Only

For my sad bb @mntax I hope you feel better soon ♡

You laid on the floor, curled up in the fetal position, crying. You body felt as though it was paralyzed, unable to move even the smallest muscle. You felt like your world was crumbling before you and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

All you wanted was to be happy.

You had a good life, with an amazing boyfriend. A decent job, friends, family you had almost everything, yet at the same time it felt like you had absolutely nothing.

Your body was empty, your happiness was no where to be found and you didn't know why. You were fine. You had been fine, until you weren't.

You were fine when your boyfriend left for work. You were final while you ate breakfast, yet you could feel yourself sinking.

You were sinking into the darkness quickly, and no matter how hard you searched for an anchor, any kind of anchor, everything was out of reach from you.

You left your breakfast on the table and slowly walked towards the living room. Your legs felt weak beneath your body, your chest felt heavy as the darkness consumed your entire body.

You sank down to the floor, curling into a ball as the tears poured from your eyes without any permission from you.

You laid there through any knocks or doorbell rings at your door. You laid there through the phone calls and texts you recieved throughout the day. You could see your phone lighting up but you couldn't do anything about it.

You ignored the growling from your stomach as you assumed lunch time came and gone. You ignored the pounding headache from all your crying. You ignored the aches in your body from laying on the floor for so long.

As the front door opens, you hear your boyfriend calling for you, as he usually does when he gets home, and you would usually come out of a room to greet him, but not today. Today you couldn't move.

He called out for you again and again with no answer. He walked inside more, and finally saw your whimpering body curled up on the floor.

"Baby?" Kris gasps, dropping to his knees beside you. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He panics.

"I'm so sad. I don't know what happened, but I can't break it" you whisper, your voice monotone.

"Oh baby" he sighs, scopping you up off the floor, and taking you to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the bed with him, your body almost ontop of his.

"I'm sorry" you whisper, the tears falling out again.

"Sorry for what?" He asks confused.

"For not doing anything. For laying on the floor all day. For being sad" you whisper.

"Oh baby" Kris sighs again. "You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing else matters other than you, okay? I need you to be okay and if theres anything I can do, you tell me"

"I wish I didn't feel like this" you whisper, nuzzling your head into his neck.

"I wish I could take it from you, I would in a heartbeat" he says.

"If only I could.." he whispers to your peaceful sleeping body.

Kris hopes in your dreams you find some happiness.

He would give you all of his, if only he could.

[youngjaelook]

Regret It — Bodyguard!Wu Yifan

author's note — i had gotten requests to do yifan angst and jakwnaowme im so so so sorry it took this long for me to deliver! also this is lowkey abt junmyeon and reader idk im sorryygaiwnajw hope u guys enjoy this anyways <33 #UNEDITED

request from anon — Can I get a request with Kris Wu? Bodyguard AU! Angst.

request from @biathinks — I heard requests were open so can you write an angsty yifan drabble lol thanks

summary — You eventually fall for the man you can't have, your bodyguard. And in the end, it might just get you both killed.

warnings — character death, angst & strong language.

word count — 2.4K

"You're supposed to be protecting the boss' sister, not fucking her brains out." Hui was worried for his hyung. The end result of his reckless behavior and raging hormones would probably be him swallowing led. "Hyung, are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"

Yifan had heard it all before. The warnings, the scoldings, nothing about it was new to him. He knew the consequences of his actions, but he didn't really bother to quote, "give a flying fuck about it."

Yifan simply smiled at the younger boy and chuckled. "Don't worry about me, Hui-ah. I won't die, at least not yet." Hui visibly cringed at the last part. He cared about Yifan immensely. I mean, how could he not? Yifan had practically raised him ever since he had first joined the mafia and the mere thought of the older man being shot dead, or worse, tortured, made his heart clench in pain.

"What if they hurt her too? Just to spite you."

Yifan hadn't thought of it that way. He swallowed thickly and shook his head. "That won't happen."

Hui fiddled the ends of his jacket and sighed. "Who are you trying to convince here? Me or yourself?"

The images came in a blinding white. You were splayed on the floor, crimson pooling around your limp body. The maniacal laugh of your brother ringing in his ears. Yifan blinked them away. "Just drink your beer and let's get the hell out of here already."

The conversation ended there. There was no more talk after that, not even when they piled inside the car and drove off.

It was nearly half past ten and you were buried underneath layers of soft, silk sheets, asleep and at peace, until had felt the familiar touch of Yifan lingering on the exposed skin of your cheek. You stirred in your sleep and unbeknownst to you, you smiled out of instinct.

Yifan did this often. He would come into your room when the manor fell quiet and asleep, admiring the image of yourself in deep, tranquil slumber. He thought you looked prettiest like this; eyes closed, lips parted and mind at rest. He knew you also felt better when you were asleep because then you wouldn't have to face your demons, or your brother, which who could also amount to the title of the devil's associate himself.

When his touch could no longer be felt on your skin, you whined involuntarily and called for him.

Yifan couldn't resist you, even from the start when you were just merely the boss' sister, whom he'd have to guard and protect at all costs. "Sleep well now, baby." His voice coaxes you back to sleep.

Morning comes and you're now alone in your bed, much to your dismay. You ran a finger along your cheek, reminiscing the way Yifan's touch had lingered there. You smiled to yourself at the thought of him.

And speaking of the devil, he comes through the door, hair slightly unkempt and lips set in a frown. "Get ready, your brother is coming to visit."

"Brother," the word tastes bitter in your mouth and for one reason only; Junmyeon could never call himself your brother. The man, although sweet and kind towards you, was anything but towards those who worked, or rather slaved, for him and to those who had wronged him or your family.

Yifan sighed. "Please just ready," with that, he leaves and you get out of bed with a roll of your eyes, and a slump of your shoulders.

You always dreaded visits from your brother. Talking to him was like talking to a ticking time bomb. At any given moment, he could explode and the damage was far beyond repair. You've been there many times before, but unlike the rest, you're probably the only one who makes it out alive each time. Being his sister had it's perks, I guess you could say.

You're dressed in white when he comes through the manor's doors. He looks dashing and handsome as per usual; hair slicked back, suit pressed and crisp, and designer shoes shiny and pristine as he takes long strides towards you. You don't bother to hide the displeasure in your face when he stops in front of you. You didn't like your brother, that much was obvious, so why bother hiding it?

Junmyeon tried to give you a smile.

"Y/N," he greets you. "how uhm, how have you been?"

Your gaze hardens and you peer behind his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the pretty plaything he managed to drag along. Poor girl, is all you can think of for her. "I've been better. What about yourself? I see you've brought someone along with you today? She's pretty."

Junmyeon glances behind his shoulder and nods. "She's just a friend —"

"Oh I'm sure she is." Junmyeon narrows his eyes at you as if to tell you to cut it out, but you enjoyed to poke fun at him. It's refreshing to see him all flustered and red. It makes you feel better.

"Ah Yifan, so good to see you." You don't miss the shift in your brother's tone. It sends a chill down your spine. And judging by the sinister glint in his eyes, you figure Junmyeon knows something you don't. "Now that you're here, I'd like to speak to both of you in the dining hall. Perhaps, in private?" You glance over at Yifan for a brief moment, panic evident in your eyes.

Yifan, on the other hand, remains calm and stoic. Not flinching once when your brother sends him and yourself a mischievous stare.

Junmyeon situates himself at the the head of the table because growing up, he's been taught that whoever sat at the head of the table had the most power and Junmyeon knew he had power, a lot of it actually.

He pulls out his gun from it's holster and twirls it around in his hand.

"You both know, especially you Yifan, that I hate it when people deceive me." He starts and you already know where this is going and where this will end. "So imagine my surprise when a little birdy tells me that one of my best men goes behind my back and starts fucking around with my sister." You were caught red handed.

Yifan doesn't even flinch when Junmyeon cocks his pistol and aims it at him.

"I need to hear you both admit it right now. Tell me right now, or I swear to god I will shoot you in the fucking head —"

"Why do you even care, Junmyeon?"

Junmyeon can't contain his shock at your informal addressing towards him. You usually called him oppa, or Junmyeon-oppa. He glared at you. "Why do I even — What do you even mean by that? Of course I care! I'm your brother for god's sake!"

You step in front of Yifan, arms crossed and eyes turned into slits. This was your tipping point.

You scoffed. "You don't act like one, that's for sure."

Junmyeon's eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

"You know what I don't get? How can you claim to care for me yet you hurt the people I love, leave me to wither away in this god forsaken mansion? You don't care for me, you don't even love me." Junmyeon had never felt this overwhelmed by hurt in a long time. The last time he felt this way was when your parents had been massacred along with a few of your uncles and close family friends.

"You push me away, locked me in here, and killed our Shownu-oppa and yet demand that I respect and treat you like you're my brother?" Your voice rises with each word your utter and by the end of your sentence, you're screaming your lungs out and crying pathetically.

Yifan has his hands on either side of your waist and this seems to set Junmyeon off. The bullet misses Yifan by millimeters and he cripples to the ground, clutching his ringing ear.

"What the fuck!" You yell at Junmyeon, who looks absolutely livid with his wild, bloodshot eyes.

He stands up from his seat and storms over to where you stood. "Get out of the fucking way." But you stood your ground, shielding Yifan's body with your own.

"Move or I will shoot you." He threatened.

You mocked him. "I dare you."

Junmyeon, blinded by rage, slaps you across the cheek so hard it sends you flying to the floor. Yifan sees this and is quick to tackle Junmyeon to the ground with a yell. "You don't fucking put your hands on her!" He growls in between his jabs.

Yifan is aware that he's a dead man after this whole situation. You don't beat your boss to a pulp and expect to come out alive in the end. Again, there are always consequences to your actions. But for you, Yifan is willing to risk it all.

Hui watches with wide eyes as Yifan lands a particularly hard blow, and a loud crunch could be heard throughout the room. He practically drags Yifan off their boss and rushes to aid Junmyeon, who, by the looks of it, is in pretty bad shape. "Jesus Christ! Yifan, you nearly killed him!" The other men in the room back him into a corner with their guns raised at him.

"Yifan!"

All eyes fall on you and the evident gash on your cheek. There's blood that runs down your face. Junmyeon's ring, the ring that all of the mafia wore, Yifan included, had broke the skin of your face, which resulted in you bleeding profusely. He hit you pretty damn hard.

The pretty girl Junmyeon had brought with him earlier was by his side, wiping away the blood that dripped from the wound on his eyebrow with the sleeves of the blazer she had on and glared at you.

"Get off me, I'm alright!" Junmyeon struggled to get on his feet, but managed anyways. He walked slowly towards Yifan. "You're a fucking dead man, you know that? First, you screw my sister, and now you try to kill me? You have a fucking death wish!" Yifan grins smugly at him. "I should have hit you harder." The first shot was made and the bullet went straight into Yifan's thigh.

You screamed and ran towards Yifan, but you were pulled back by Hui, who looked absolutely mortified in that moment. He didn't want you to get caught in the cross fire.

"Junmyeon stop! Stop it!" But your pleas fell on deaf ears as the second shot echoed in your ears. This time, the bullet dug itself into his arm. "The next bullet is going straight through your fucking head."

You pounded against Hui's chest as you screamed desperately for your brother to stop. "You think killing him will make you a better brother? You think I'd ever forgive you after this? I hate you and I will always hate you no matter what!" That seemed to struck a nerve in Junmyeon as his gun was now aimed at you.

"Shut the fuck up!" He sneered.

Hui's grip seemed to loosen around you, and you took this opportunity to march right up to your brother. "What, you're going to shoot me now? Just like you shot Shownu-oppa? You think you're capable of killing another one of your siblings, huh?"

Tears spilled from the brim of his slightly swollen eyes and it's the first time in a long time you've seen him like this; so vulnerable and hurt.

"Let's face it, Junmyeon. We can never go back to the way we once were, you had decided that the moment you killed our brother."

Junmyeon was practically breathing in your face as he stepped closer. "He killed our parents. He killed aeomma and appa, even Heechul-hyung. You remember Heechul, don't you? He was a kind man, extremely warm and loving. But he's dead and it's all because of Shownu."

You swallowed bitterly. "Our parents weren't good people, nor was Heechul-oppa and you know that. You and I can both attest to their wrong doings. I remember we were kids and you told me, you fucking promised me that you were going to be nothing like them. But here you are now, a monster. Just like our parents. Just like the person you promised you'd never become."

Junmyeon wails and for a moment, you think he'd change his mind, that he'd finally come to his senses. But the gun goes off for the third time and your white dress is tainted in crimson. Your cripple to your knees and you hear Yifan scream in the background.

Junmyeon doesn't even look at you as you bled out on the floor.

"You are a bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" Yifan is red in the face, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watches as you struggle to breathe and cope with the burning sensation in your side. "I'll kill you."

Junmyeon smiles at him. "I'll see you in hell."

Four gun shots and Yifan falls limp to the floor.

Junmyeon sighs. "Get her to Doctor Choi, so he can stitch her up or something."

Everything just happens in a blur and on occasion, you fall in and out of an inviting darkness that wraps itself around you like a warm, cashmere blanket. You had never felt so at peace.

You were half-awake when you hear your brother's soft voice talking to you. "I'm trying. I really am. I don't want you to go down the path I went, or the path Shownu-hyung went. I want you to be different, to be better."

"I'm just scared for you," he admits in a low voice. "All I want is the best for you. Yifan, that man was just going to get you killed. Hell, even being my sister could get you killed. But I just, I don't want to risk it any further." When his lips press against the back of your hand, your heart cries out and you suddenly want to be nine, playing with paper airplanes with Junmyeon and making promises you can't keep.

"I did this for you." He gets up and starts to walk to the exit.

Your eyes flutter open. "You killed the man I love, you could never justify that." Junmyeon spins around and stares at you wide-eyed. "Sometimes, I wish it was you that died and not Shownu-oppa." When the words roll of your tongue, a strange feeling of relief fills your chest along with the bitter taste of regret lingering in your mouth.

Junmyeon nods and smiles softly at you. "Me too, me too."

[dong-hyucks]

Dating Kris Would Include …

Masterlists

so the two of you had known each other for awhile when the spark hit you guys

you’d been a makeup artist for sm longer than he’d ever been signed, and when you first saw one another,,, it was like automatic hatred

he’s so stoic and you were so hyper, but of course, you were assigned to be his artist. [inward/outward groans and eye rolls to follow]

“are you kidding me? why are you so still all the time, but then when you sit down for me to do my job, you can’t stop moving?” “sorry, staring at your face for a prolonged period of time makes me uncomfortable …”

you had to refrain from smacking that smirk right off of his face

once you’d finished his makeup, he launched himself out of his chair and went straight for his phone

“seriously?” “my phone is my life, (Name), shut up.” “maybe that’s why you’re so anit-social?” 

yeollie butts in, “aannnddd she takes home the prize for the correct answer!” 

you laughed, and walked over to yeollie, baek, and chen … chatting it up with the beagle line

kris is sUpEr jealous, but like, hatred,,,, y’know … 

“i’m the only one who can subtly flirt with (Name). it’s only mE.” luhan’s trying to mind his own business but he just cAn’T

luhan internally: ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬

luhan externally: ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬

he’s creepin hard.

when you come into work the next day, kris is oh so conveniently trying to order your favorite drink (that you knew he hated). you had to wipe the grin off your face before going to talk to him

“so kris ,,,,, whatcha doin’??” the poor man almost fell over dead, he was so scared. you almost fell over dead laughing …he did not appreciate that

“i’m getting a drink (Name), god.” “my favorite drink?” “i just wanted to see if your coffee is as bitter as you are.” 

the idea of self-restraint was buying its ticket to the bermuda triangle. it will soon never be seen again.

after he gets the coffee, you slip it right out of his hand, and dash to the elevators. kris runs after you, “(Name) get back here! you know i’m cheap! that drink cost fOuR dOLLeRs!!”

he got to the elevators, but you had a trick up your sleeve.

the two of you were inside, but it stopped on the next floor up

coffee in hand, you planted your hand on all of the buttons and made your way down. on your way out, you pressed close.

“have fun being late, loser! and, thanks for the mocha! i’ll be sure to enjoy!” his eyes were wide-open, and frozen, and his mouth was gaping as the doors shut.

all you could do was laugh

opening the door to the boy’s dressing room, you walked in, placing the untouched drink on the makeup station

“he forgot the extra shot of espresso.” 

“who did??” luhan’s voice made you jump. 

“none of your business, lu.” “ooo does (Name) have a cRUsH??!!” “oh my god, shut up.” 

surprise,,,,

he doesn’t …. 

“oH! is it jinwoo! the barista downstairs,,, he’s kinda cute! i can see you with him” no he cAn’T “what the hell?! lu, no, it’s not jinwoo!”

here he comes ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬ 

“so you admit, you have a cRUsH!!” “nO.” 

“stop lYiNg, you piece oF tRaSh!!”

“….maybe,,,, i do.”

*cue weird man screams*

“i kNEw iT!!! TELL ME WHO IT IS (Name) (L/N)!!” “nO wAy, lu, eVeR!!” “wHy tHO?!!” 

“BECAUSE I DON’T tRUsT yoU!”

“wow, this ,,,, this is what betrayal feels like? i can’t believe it …” luhan clenched his heart, and you burst into laughter. punching his shoulder lightly. 

“you’re my best friend but,,,, no.”

“(NaME) (L/N)!! i aM gOinG tO MUrdER YOU!!!” 

in that moment everything froze. the managers stopped chatting, xiumin and sehun looked up from their phones, tao pulled his nose out of his gucci magazine, yixing and kai woke from their peaceful slumber, and even the beagle line stopped messing with junmyeon and kyungsoo. you were the only one to move.

you shot up and out of your spot on the couch, running towards the exit on the other side of the room.

!!! GoTTa bLaST !!!

“catch me if you can, loser!” “(Name), your legs are so short! they can hardly take you anywhere!” “be quiet, sehun! no one asked your opinion.” 

you didn’t have time to make fun of him more,,, you had to run.

it’s been almost fifteen minutes, and you’re starting to get tired. it’s getting hard to breath, so you hide behind a door, where you think no one else is,,,

second surprise!!!

“kRiS??!”

“shhh, the managers are mad. they have looks that can kill,” he hissed, placing a hand over your mouth. that was a mistake.

you licked his hand, and he snatched it away. you laughed triumphantly, not realizing what you’d just done. 

“did you just ,,, lick me?” “i did” “…” “oh god, what have i done.” you slammed your head into the wall, and it was deafening. you sprung back, not meaning to hit it that hard.

kris couldn’t hold back his laughter.

the managers found you, and they immediately thought the worst …

this day that started perfectly, turned into one of your worst nightmares. 

the words on the pink slip of paper was the most heartbreaking news you’d ever received in your life. and once, you hit a cat on the road, and tried to go back to help it

‘Miss (L/N), we must regretfully inform you that you are fired. Due to suspicious circumstances concerning you and an idol, you are being let go. Your contract has been terminated, and you must be out of the building by 12 this afternoon.’ 

tears pricked at the back of your eyes, and you realized that you had to pack up your station and say your goodbyes in just two hours.

you made your way to the boy’s dressing room, and tried to keep from crying. immediately, the boys noticed something was wrong, and they came over to you, looking worried. 

silently, you showed them the pink slip, and some gasped, while others were speechless.

the first to move were xiumin and chanyeol. xiumin wrapped his strong arms around you and hugged you for a few seconds, some of his own tears splattering across your soft, cotton t-shirt. chanyeol was next, and he rested his chin on your head as he hugged you, swaying back and forth a bit.

chen, baekhyun, and sehun were the next ones to come up to you. chen took your hand in his, and gave it a squeeze, offering you a wordless “it’ll be okay.” baekhyun was after him, and he gave you a little kiss on the cheek, whispering in your ear, “(Name), this isn’t the end, y’know.” sehun stole you away, his face downcast. “I’ll let you make fun of me any time, (Name), don’t worry …” his sad smile broke your already fragmented heart.

tao and kai followed. tao cupped your face, and brought you into his chest. he slowly let his tears fall … over the years, you’d grown extremely close to the china-line. kai grasped your hand in his velvety soft one, and he offered you a gentle grin. “this doesn’t mean anything, (Name), we’ll still see each other every day,” he promised.

suho and yixing came after they stepped back. suho’s eyes were teary and he was at a loss for words. all he did was hug you tight and lift you a bit from the ground. once he pulled away, yixing took his place. lay stared at you for a few seconds, inaudibly watching you fall apart. he grabbed your right hand, and he spinned in a circle slowly. when you faced him again, he chuckled and wiped the rivulets that had fallen down from your eyes.

luhan and kyungsoo, two of the most controlled and calm members, were bawling. luhan, though he was one of the last, ran to you and gripped you in a hug that knocked the breath out of your lungs. his shoulders shook violently as he sobbed into the crook of your neck. kyungsoo had to pry him off of you to say his own goodbye. 

“(Name), you are very special to us. You’ve taken care of us when we needed it, and offered us help when it was necessary. In this world, full of stars, you shine the brightest, and every one of us loves to stargaze. We’ll miss you, (Name).”

at that moment, you shattered.

you hugged kyungsoo with the force of a hundred elephants. he stumbled back a bit, and he laughed sullenly, shielding the others from seeing his tears by hiding his face in your shoulder.

“that’s shi-”

all of the others glowered at kris as he snatched the pink slip out of your hand

“suspicious circumstances concerning an idol …” 

his face turned ghost white. “oh god, (Name). behind the door. oh god, oh god, oh god … this is my fault …” you shook your head rapidly and put your hands on the outsides of his arms.

“kris no—”

“yes!” “kris, don’t make this harder—” “at least let me walk you out, (Name) … please?”

reluctantly you nodded, scrambling around to pack up your things

the ride in the elevator was hushed, and neither of you spoke. but, sometimes words are better left unsaid.

the two of you exited the elevator, and you went to get one last coffee. you handed the cardboard box to kris, and told him where to find your car.

when you came back out, oddly enough, you were holding two coffees. one for kris and one for you. it was your last hurrah as a makeup artist with sm; one final thing to make your memory stand with kris.

but he did you one better …

with both of the drinks spilled over the back of your car, he brought both of his hands to your face, and kissed you.

smack on the lips.

you felt like a little school girl, having your secret crush kiss you on what used to be your playground.

“I guess those mochas aren’t as bitter as I thought.” you pulled him in again, and then came another snarky remark. “I hope we’re not too suspicious. that would be problematic.”

at this point, the job didn’t matter. you had left earth, and dropped all of its baggage on the way up.

you loved that feeling.

wowie, 1.7k words to get to the actual thing lol ;-;

okay, so dating this secret floof would be the cutest thing.

kris is like, forever in his teen angst phase, so, you always have to pull him out of the house to do stuff. 

“we’re going to karaoke with Ryu and Mina! it’ll be so fun!” “(Name), i don’t sing. i’m a rapper.” “no, you’re my boyfriend, and i have enough dirt on you to fill a million construction sites.”

“i hate you, y’know.” “love you too, kris~”

he ends up enjoying everything more because he’s with you. 

“you always find the beauty in things.” “do you find beauty in this??” “you? oh,,,, nah.”

now that you’re not an employee you can actually hit him.

you guys would never ever use nicknames, you’re just too close, and it doesn’t feel right when you call him “honey” or “babe” and vice versa

also, you guys would never cuddle, like, ever (unless either of you guys were sad or sick or something)

you guys are actually the perfect mix of calm and chaotic, and it’s adorable. 

like, he’ll be reading on the couch, completely minding his own business while you’re looking for a new position as a makeup artist, but once you get bored, you legit just jump on him.

“kris, i hate looking for a job.” “and?” “i just hate it.” “well, someone’s gotta pay the bills for the rest of our lives, and it’s not gonna be me.” 

“aren’t you supposed to be the man of the house.” “i’m only that when i want to be. now, go look for a job.”

in all, you guys would be the cutest couple when you aren’t mad at each other.

which brings me to the point i’m excited sad to have to talk about. 

fights

so, you two are probably the most stubborn people in the world. and most of the time, with stubbornness comes a temper, but that’s not the case with either of you.

neither of you guys have a short temper. so, it takes a lot for you to get angry with each other.

but, when he missed multiple anniversaries back to back, you began to get fired up.

“kris, what’s today?” “it’s the 16th of October, why?” for a few seconds you were silent, then you scoffed.

“you really forgot … and this is the third time.” “what? what’d i forget this time?” “no, you asshole, figure it out by yourself.” “oh jesus, (Name), stop being to dramatic and tell—” 

before he could finish, you slammed the door in his face, and walked to the bar down the street.

still oblivious, he called luhan and had to ask him why today was such a special day.

“oh my god, kris, this is the third time! every year, you forget!” “forget what?!” “your anniversary, you giant idiot!”

with those words, kris suddenly felt dizzy and a bit sick.

“oh god, what have i done?” he asked no one in particular, forgetting luhan was still on the line. “you’ve been a douche to (Name) for the third time in your relationship. you better keep an eye down below, one of these days i might just come by with a pair of scissors.”

he shuddered at the thought of luhan showing up with a pair of rusty blades to do something less-than-desirable to a part of him that he wasn’t ready to lose just yet.

the next few days were spent in an unsteady silence

you wouldn’t pick up his calls, and he had decided to wait your punishment for him out.

but, while the minutes on the clock ticked by and the restless drumming of his fingers grew too much for him to bear, he drove to your friend Mina’s house, and tried to persuade her to let him in

“Mina, i need to see her.” “but she doesn’t want to see you.” “i’m sure she doesn’t mean that.” there was a few seconds before a response, but he was relieved when he heard your voice.

“oh, so you didn’t forget to come check on me? what am i to you? a kid?” you rapidly fired questions at him, and he was appalled at what he was hearing.

“no, (Name). I’m so sorry. This is all my fault, and I completely understand if you want some space for awhile.” the door cracked open a bit, and he caught a glimpse of your puffy, tear-streaked face. “you know it’s the first thing i want, but, it’s the last thing i need.” you sucked in snot, and he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, reassuring hug

“i love you more than the world, (Name).”

“i love you too, Kris. so much.”

all in all, you guys would cherish each other, and even though you’re not the most lovey-dovey, you make up for it in how much romance is actually hidden within your relationship. he’ll cook meals for you, he’ll read his books to you, he’ll share his feelings with, but most importantly, he’ll tell you how much you mean to him. and you would do the same.

which is all the two of you really ask for.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Fury Of The Dragon. (Dragon!Yifan x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, punishment sex, humiliation, degradation, walk of shame, exhibitionism, fear kink, headshave, ultimate ownership, Dragon!Yifan. My content isn’t for everyone so read at your own risk please. You're both legal in this.

Wu Yifan was seething from rage as he sliced the throat of the last peasant bandit through one of his claws that his human hands had morphed into for combat as the rest of his body remained human. Vision filled with red as sweat and blood of all the men he had killed, it was hard for it to locate the girl standing a few steps away, shaking in her now dirty and bloody wedding gown. Sniffing the air to locate her better in the dark jungle, the man wrapped his literal claw around one of her delicate arms, tugging her towards him and placing her on  the horse.

He could just fly. But the King had very respectfully and fearfully requested him not to.

And Wu Yifan was a man of discipline, honesty, and his word.

The young lady, Y/n, his bride that had attempted to run away rather childishly in his honest opinion because no one could escape his grasp, trembled and cried, dreading the wedding and what was to come next.

Tales of how he treated traitors were terrifying.

In the span of the next few minutes, the girl's ashamed and scared parents had married her off to the man or… so it disguised itself as. Y/n could swear she had felt something much sharper and thinner against her lips -like a million fangs- when they had kissed. There was no way those were the teeth they could see guarded by his lips.

Something much more inhuman, if not sinister.

The journey to his Estate was the most nerve wracking for her. Having multiple meltdowns, constant crying and a panic attack, or two, she couldn't tell anymore, Y/n felt the carriage stop, causing a long and sharp inhale of air defensively.

But her groom didn't open the door and romantically helped her out before carrying her inside her new house bridal style. It angered Yifan to know that he was actually planning on doing that. The cliche many newly wedded husband's did which was driven by the love he felt for his now bride and wife.

The Grand General wasn't a man of much emotion, if any at all. Same went for the words he spoke. They were always careful and calculated.

Just enough to satisfy the need for communication, would it arise.

Y/n nodded respectfully at the carriage owner who had helped her inside upon the groom's order, placing her luggage besides her and respectfully bowing since she was Wu Yifan's wife. The man who was respected, feared and obeyed more than the King himself.

The one time he let his emotions consume him, and act upon them, this is what happened, huh?

"Did you really think you could get away?" The girl jumped at the ear piercingly deep voice from right beside her, making her search for the owner to see her husband standing a few feet away facing one of the many large windows that the living room walls of the mansion contained. "I could tell you were an innocent little simple girl but… are you really that stupid?"

Yifan's hands were held behind his back as he stared outside the window, form so calm a human would never be able to judge what he was feeling or what was actually coming. Streaks and droplets of blood from earlier stained his face, robes and hands. His tone was taunting and belittling.

Silence followed his words, the only noise being the grandfather clock as Y/n stared at the ground in fear and embarrassment.

Maybe. Just maybe. It wasn't really worth it.

The girl wasn't sure how much longer they stood just like that, Yifan's inhaling and exhaling gradually getting faster as he probably thought about the shame his bride brought him on the first day. To the point where steam started to escape his nose and ears.

It was when the heavy clock hit another hour that Yifan moved, and he moved so fast that Y/n’s slow human brain couldn't even decipher it before he was standing in front of her, causing her to gasp and jump back, looking at him for the very first time today with her pretty eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Ah… There are those pretty eyes~” the deep coo he let out sounded almost ingenuine due to how terrifyingly animalistic his voice had gotten. “Shining so bright and full of innocence… all for me.” A gasp left the girl when Yifan's long -maybe a bit too long- fingers slipped up her half open messy hair and wrapped it around them, tugging her beautiful face closer to his.

"After all these years of my continuous pride and victory, you, a mere human, thought I'd let you stain it and bring me shame?" Tears welled up in her already red eyes as she tried to shake her head only to receive a sharp slap right across her face with her groom's free hand. “Just because I decided you were pretty enough to carry my name and children?”

“N- No-!”

“You really are foolish enough to think I am demanding an answer and want to take it, huh?” The evil grin slipping through his lips allowed her a sight of the deadly fangs that decorated his mouth.

Y/n’s legs shook as she bit her lips and cried in fear. Everyone knew he wasn’t human. But being forced to witness it so up far and close… She didn’t deserve this.

“Bad little wives like you get punished for trying to defame their husbands.” The girl couldn’t tell if Yifan could actually walk that fast and smooth or he was floating in the air a bit above the ground as he dragged her smaller body upstairs and into the grand master bedroom that was decorated with rose petals and candles.

She could have never counted on him for romantic gestures.

"They're punished and taught their pathetic little places as well as put in them" she winced from the sharp way he spat the words at her. "Stand right here and don't you dare fucking move." The terrified bride was too weak and petrified to move anyways, too busy trying to decipher the red-ish orang of his eyes, the sharpness of his pointy canines and hands that were half transformed into claws.

Y/n almost didn't even notice when he grabbed the scissors and started cutting at her long locks up and down after ripping her veil off, causing her to let out a scream but before she could fight for herself, his hot and rough thick crimson coloured tail slapped at her hands, coiling around her helpless little weak body while squeezing it in place.

"Pathetic little humans like you start from nothing. As they deserve. They earn their rewards and promotion." The tip of his tail was in her mouth and down her throat, choking and gagging her from making any sound, being too thick for the girl to attempt anything as the man took his sweet time shedding her locks. "In case of no rewards and rights, you know they never deserved them in the first place."

Then came the straight razor. The military leader of the Kingdom took his sweet time with holding her small head in his large half hand half claws, tilting and moving her head around however he liked, licking his lips at the skin getting exposed from under the bristles of hair he had left.

"Look at yourself clear and well, THIS is all you are. My personal little slave wife meant to lay under me, take care of my residence while I am gone, stay true and loyal to me as well as carry my children. You're nothing besides that. Nothing at all..." Placing his hand on her now bald skinhead, he roughly tilted it backwards to have her look in the mirror. "... other than what I decide you are." Whispering the last words in her ear, he grinned, looking at her through the mirror, head and face hairless. "And now, you'll redeem yourself to your groom by showing the whole Kingdom just how sorry you are to their beloved Grand General."

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"Walk." Y/n felt the cold tip of Yifan's wooden guiding stick tapping her butt as she stood at the beginning of a sort of pathway surrounded by commoners on either sides, leaving a strip in the middle for her to walk on. Her nude body was shivering in the chilly breeze, hands clenched into fists as her face burnt in pure humiliation. "Come on now, we don't have all day!" The Dragon was quick to scold, towering over everyone in around him as he firmly tapped her sitspots now.

The girl let out a strangled cry as she weakly and shakily started walking, tears streaming down her sore and red cheeks that Yifan adored even in their stained and snot smeared form, arms locked behind his back as he followed her, hawk-like eyes watching her every move. God. He sickly loved the tremble in her stature from fear induced by him and him alone.

Only he owned her. Only he could do whatever he pleased with her. She was all his.

"Tell them how sorry you are, my little wife. Be good. Come on, now." The inhuman creature cooed almost, causing a whimper to escape Y/n as the people booed her, mostly due to how afraid they were of Yifan and knew not doing what he pleased really wasn't the way to go. "Such a good little wife I have. Good girl. Just from here and back to our residence. That's all." Some of them even felt bad for the poor girl.

The Grand General behaved and talked like this was the most casual thing in the world.

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After a while of parading her around the Kingdom making her apologise to him for running away from Wu Yifan; The Invincible -or so it seemed and he believed- and for thinking she could actually get away, he had guided her back to his estate with the use of his thin but painful strip, crimson coloured streaks decorating her ass, back and rear thighs.

"Such a good girl you've been for your husband… finally." He praised like he hadn't just put her through all that humiliation, caressing the top of her head as the main double doors of the estate were closed behind them, Yifan's rough and hot claws starting to feel and grope her smaller body all over, more blood rushing to his already hard cock.

"You better have learnt from this. Because let me assure you that this is one of your kindest punishments since it's your first day here." He could feel the shiver that ran down her spine from the fear and Yifan felt his tip leak, causing him to spin her around and push her into the wall behind her using his supernatural speed and strength, attacking Y/n's neck with kisses and hickies, caninnes tickling her skin as well as threatening to tear the fragile layer at the same time.

"Fuck… You smell so good… So delicious" the Grand General's hands hurriedly undid the extravagant robes that his body was adorning as his pointy and hot tongue caught a stream of sweat streaming down her cheek after having been released from the skin or her temples. "I just knew you were perfect one when I first laid my eyes on you, my little human."

Y/n could swear his voice had gotten much more animalistic than before, claws back to caressing and feeling her thighs as he lifted her up against the wall and in the air, leaking and swollen red tip stroking her naval. "Mmm… All mine. Only mine." Were the words the Dragon possessively chanted over and over.

Biting on her nipples and sucking at them, leaving hickies on her tits, groping her neck with his claws, prodding and teasing her vaginal opening with his hot tip whilst his tail tortured her asshole, Yifan covered her in bruises of his ownership and saliva. "Hnnng. Now you smell even better" grinning against her lips, he finally kissed her, pushing his tongue in her mouth which went all the way down her throat and instantly made her gag, claws groping her ass cheeks and spreading them open painfully. "You smell like… how do the girls say it?" He wondered evilly, slowly starting to forcefully sink her down his thick and veiny shaft. "Ahhh~" his features got more beast-like for a second before he regained composure, grinning. "Hubby! They say hubby and you will too."

Snickering right in her face, Yifan hungrily kissed Y/n again, licking her lips and tears. "I'd have loved to prepare my wife for me on our first day. Too bad she didn't deserve it and fell down to the rank of a slave from that of my wife." His lips curled into an evil smirk at the way she pouted and whimpered out from his words, crying and pathetically holding onto her husband's shoulders, wincing and huffing for breath.

Yifan had torn her. Of course he had.

"What? Don't like it?" Raising an eyebrow, the man toyed with one of her nipples as his thrusts sped up, nails softly digging -or as soft as they could- in her hardened nipple. "Don't worry. You will soon. And I promise you'll beg me to fill you with my children everyday." In the blink of an eye, the girl was now being fucked into the mattress of their bed. "As for now, I am going to show you my forgiveness by filling your filthy and fertile little human womb full of my hatchlings as you deserve."

[blueberry-ash]

Writer’s Month 2024, Day 5 (‘choice’)

TKA, Qiao Yifan &/Ye Xiu, maybe T-rated?? Some kinda AU (Tiny Herb and Blue Rain are kingdoms. Tiny Herb owes Blue Rain a bride as tribute; it's supposed to be Gao Yingjie, not that Wang Jiexi is allowing that, but Tiny Herb's juniors make some wild fucking choices and Qiao Yifan is sent instead. Lord Grim... happens). Or, to put it another way, I guess I wrote another "Ye Xiu gifts Qiao Yifan his agency, and Qiao Yifan sure has Feelings about it" AU, cough. (Ah. Also, I felt like making both QYF and GYJ wife-coded in this, but I also didn't feel like doing the work to explain the hows or whys of that, so... please maybe consider assuming that this is simply a setting where sex/gender/all-the-above have, uh, zero bearing on someone's wife-ness. Sorry?)

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Waking to the choppy sway of a carriage, the harsh throb of a headache, and the red haze of a bridal veil certainly isn’t something Qiao Yifan had expected, but he isn’t half so surprised as he might like to be. Everyone knows Tiny Herb has been working without pause to avoid sending Gao Yingjie to Blue Rain as their owed tribute bride. And, besides—hadn’t Qiao Yifan been in the room just a few weeks earlier—half-forgotten and unnoticed as always—when Xiao Yun had tossed back four mouthfuls of illicit wine and joked that they ought to just send Qiao Yifan instead?

If Qiao Yifan is surprised about anything at all, it’s that the juniors had managed to pack him up and send him off without King Wang having noticed. After all, if Qiao Yifan has learned anything from Gao Yingjie’s shyly doe-eyed whisperings about the man, it’s that the Magician is brilliant… which seems rather at odds with the plan he finds himself currently in the middle of. Besides, King Wang’s occasional public statements on the matter had made it pretty clear that he‘s been intent upon finding a solution capable of keeping both Houses intact and satisfied—an outcome that Qiao Yifan, even with his mind throbbing and foggy, cannot possibly imagine being achieved by a deception so obviously doomed to failure.

Sure, people outside of Tiny Herb don’t really know what Gao Yingjie looks like. And, yes, Qiao Yifan was good enough to enter the Magician’s palace during the same selection session as Gao Yingjie—but that doesn’t mean Qiao Yifan is under any kind of illusion about himself possessing anything remotely as impressive as his best friend’s skills.

There’s a reason Gao Yingjie had jumped from xiunu to something different with such breathtaking speed. There’s a reason Gao Yingjie hasn’t been made concubine or consort, but rather something so special that there hasn’t even been a correct title for it. (Maybe the future queen, if you follow the obvious direction of Gao Yingjie’s privately pink-cheeked hopes, although the eunuchs have whispered far more powerful things when they’ve forgotten Qiao Yifan’s existence.)

But—more importantly—there’s a reason, too, why Qiao Yifan has drifted, in such stark contrast, from untouched concubine to untouchable lady-in-waiting.

Everyone in Tiny Herb knows Gao Yingjie’s value. Everyone knows Qiao Yifan’s, too.

And if the rest of the world can’t be sure of Gao Yingjie’s face or stature, then they’ve all heard tell of his staggeringly promising brilliance.

Gods, Qiao Yifan won’t last five minutes in this charade.

Maybe he’ll get lucky, and he’ll die of the aching, beating throb of his brain against skull, rather than surviving long enough to meet the pointing end of the Sword Saint’s justice.

If it didn’t ache so much—

It aches so very, very much.

Qiao Yifan wishes he knew what the juniors had dosed him with. It’s making it hard to stay conscious—hard to try and recall what limited things he’d overheard Liu Xiaobie once say about Lu Hanwen, the mostly unknown Blue Rain prince Gao Yingjie was supposed to be married off to. Hadn’t Liu Xiaobie said the prince was very young? Maybe Lu Hanwen will have no interest in wives, and Blue Rain won’t care which person Tiny Herb have actually sent, so long as Tiny Herb have made the motions of bowing their heads to them. Maybe he just—

Oh, but forget Lu Hanwen, it’s hard enough for Qiao Yifan to even focus, let alone chase one thought to the next. He can barely convince his eyes to peer through the little strip of sunlight at the carriage’s cloth-covered side, and there’s no way his swimming thoughts can manage to conjure up a connection between the blurred snatches of landscape and the maps he’s spent so long studying.

If only he could think straight.

Gao Yingjie would be able to tell what he’d been drugged with, Qiao Yifan is sure of it, even with a mind filled with foam and fog. But Qiao Yifan is no Gao Yingjie, and Qiao Yifan—

Qiao Yifan clutches at the silk of his skirts, the threads of his conscious mind shifting and snapping. Everything veers into fizziness, into fuzz, until there’s only the painful thought of how very sad Gao Yingjie is going to be—followed swiftly by a sharp drop into nothing.

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If waking to the haze of Gao Yingjie’s bridal veil had been disappointingly unsurprising, then waking to the violent snort of horses and the clashing of metal is considerably more jarring.

Qiao Yifan can’t believe someone would dare to attack one of Tiny Herb’s royal caravans, let alone one as defended as the juniors—pretending, one assumes, that Gao Yingjie is the one concealed, and not Qiao Yifan—must surely have organised this one to be.

Qiao Yifan has his hands in his skirts, reaching for the knives he keeps at his ankle and thigh, before his eyes are even fully open. The distress at discovering he has not only been dressed up, but also disarmed, shocks him into a greater level of consciousness than anything else has managed.

The throb of his head jerks into the forefront of his mind, everything thrumming as he moves his back to the sturdiest part of the carriage’s timber and tries to make sense of what little he can see outside. Night has fallen since he’d last drifted in and out of consciousness, but the battle outside is glary with torches and magic. Qiao Yifan struggles to recognise much in between the sparking and flashing, but he can taste the harshness of spent magic perfectly well upon his dry and shaky lips.

Qiao Yifan could try… calling things… if he could just touch the earth, but he—he’s been left so vulnerable, with nothing but a dress to defend himself, and, even if that weren’t the case, hadn’t Qiao Yifan seen the look of shock and hurt on Gao Yingjie’s face, the one time Qiao Yifan had taken a wild stranger’s wild advice and tried tapping into—

No. No, he can’t. He isn’t—he shouldn’t—

He sits, frozen. His carriage is at the heart of a battle. His very identity is a lie. He does not trust himself to make decisions. He does not trust himself to act.

The thick cloth to his left makes a godsawful sound as it’s sliced, then ripped, and Qiao Yifan’s eyes smart as he struggles to adjust his vision when the covering is torn entirely open and oh, oh, but if it isn’t the embodiment of think of the devil and the devil shall appear—

‘Lord Grim,’ Qiao Yifan breathes, the crashing-together of surprise and sudden understanding setting his skin to tingling. Of course! Who else would dare imagine themself capable of lifting a hand so directly against King Wang? Who else would believe they could steal away the Magician’s famously coveted prodigy? Blue Rain’s Huang Shaotian, maybe—but since Blue Rain already believe themselves to have won Gao Yingjie as their prince’s bride, what reason would they have to attack the procession seemingly bringing him directly to them?

Of course it’s Lord Grim. Of course, of course.

Lord Grim’s gaze is set to gleaming in the battle’s magic-shot light. His gear might be mismatched and clownish, but his face is the dangerous kind of handsome as he smirks and hops with ease up to the carriage’s side—one hand at rest against the frame, the other dancing the tip of his umbrella up beneath the red haze of Qiao Yifan’s veil, gathering the gauzy silk up, up, up enough to see that beneath Gao Yingjie’s finery there is nothing but a pallid-faced Qiao Yifan.

Qiao Yifan doesn’t dare to move. Qiao Yifan waits for the inevitable disappointment to flood the brigand’s face.

‘Hello again,’ Lord Grim hums, and he’s smiling—warm and bright and somehow immensely satisfied, and absolutely more unexpected than anything else so far.

Qiao Yifan’s lips part, his chest heating.

A shout—an arrow—a burst of light—Lord Grim leaning forward to catch Qiao Yifan’s veil in his fingers—the graceful twirl of his umbrella behind him, the generous circle of it flashing into openness, round edges gleaming and sparking as they keep Qiao Yifan safe. It’s the actions of a second, but they bring Lord Grim so close—so very, very close—and Qiao Yifan can’t think for the warmth of Lord Grim’s fingers against his face, the stroke of rough callouses and the smooth silk between them. He’s as conscious of Lord Grim’s breathing as he is of the taste of burnt magic. And his head—his head is thrumming so hard that the pain ought to be agonising, and maybe it is, but he can’t seem to keep it in mind because all he can think about is that Lord Grim has protected him, and that Lord Grim is so close, and that Lord Grim—

And then Lord Grim is leaning back, just a little, just enough for Qiao Yifan to see his face. Lord Grim is all grinning eyes and smirking mouth and this knowing, taunting arch of eyebrows as Lord Grim glances, just for a second—or not even a second, really, but that it feels so drawn out, so intentional, so chosen, and—

Lord Grim glances, with all his smiles and care, and the clang and flash of fighting behind him, down to where Qiao Yifan has tipped his face up without meaning to. To where Qiao Yifan has lifted his chin without knowing, mouth offered in subconscious invitation.

Qiao Yifan crashes back against the carriage’s timber. ‘I’m sorry,’ he stammers.

Lord Grim’s dark eyes dance. ‘Oh?’

‘That I—’ Qiao Yifan cannot say it. His face is scalding. He speaks, instead, his other truth: ‘That I’m not Gao Yingjie. I’m sorry! You’ve—all this trouble—and I’m not even—’

Qiao Yifan stops, because Lord Grim is laughing.

‘Only a fool would believe Big-Eye had actually conceded to send his little treasure off to Blue Rain’s embrace,’ Lord Grim says. And then, ‘For that matter, only a fool would believe he would plan this clumsy a subterfuge, either. You are exactly who I expected to find here this evening, little ghosts’ friend.’

Qiao Yifan’s lungs are on fire.

He remembers the day they’d first met; the only other time they’d ever met. He remembers the way Lord Grim had looked at him then. He remembers what Lord Grim had said, before the juniors had pushed Qiao Yifan back and out of the way. He remembers blushing, hoping—

There’s another shout. Another whistling, sparking flash. Lord Grim turns easily, knee braced against the carriage, parrying a stray spell a blond brawler has sent accidentally careening his way before swinging back to where Qiao Yifan is still frozen and staring—still failing to comprehend that someone as powerful and brilliant as Lord Grim might possibly have attacked a Tiny Herb caravan not for Gao Yingjie, but for him.

‘Of course,’ Lord Grim continues, as though there had been no interruption at all, ‘There’s still the question of whether—’

He leans in, wind-wild hair brushing the cool touch of night against the side of Qiao Yifan’s face as he inhales the scent of Qiao Yifan’s breath. ‘Ah,’ he says. ‘Drugged, then. So it isn’t that you’ve chosen to offer yourself up in young Master Gao’s place, after all. In which case—’ He reaches back with his weapon, fighting without even looking, his smiling gaze easily meeting Qiao Yifan’s stunned silence. ‘I assume you’ve also concluded that this plan was not, in fact, orchestrated by your Magician, yeah? And you’re therefore—hmm. Waiting for his rescue? Or—’ (with his smile growing a little darker), ‘Or, at the very least, waiting for his arrival to put an end this deception you and I both know won’t last twenty seconds under Yu Wenzhou’s shrewd gaze? I know you’re clever.’

Qiao Yifan nods, shocked, then shakes his head in confusion. ‘Yes. I mean, no, I wasn’t—’

Lord Grim’s umbrella gleams in the muddled light, first a sword and then a staff, and then back to a brilliant circle of protection.

‘If not your Magician,’ Lord Grim teases, ‘then perhaps his precious Empress-to-be?’

Qiao Yifan’s chest twists. ‘You—’

Qiao Yifan stops.

He hasn’t even considered being rescued, he realises. The thought of things being put to rights in a way that keeps him out of trouble…

Maybe it’s the drugs fogging up his head. Maybe it’s just the cold hard facts.

The Magician doesn’t need to bring Qiao Yifan back to safety to put an end to the juniors’ unwise machinations.

And it isn’t that Gao Yingjie wouldn’t want to save Qiao Yifan, but more that he’s too important to let—

‘No.’ Qiao Yifan tilts his face back up toward Lord Grim, although this time with more defiance and less open invitation. ‘No, I’d rather have the chance to save myself.’

Lord Grim grins. He looks at Qiao Yifan as though Qiao Yifan has just passed some test Qiao Yifan hadn’t even been aware he was sitting. There’s this dark edge to his expression, as well—this interest—this impossible thing that has Qiao Yifan’s pulse thrumming in places it has no right to thrum; that has Qiao Yifan thinking, yet again, about tilting his face to—

Qiao Yifan is, thankfully, saved from further thinking by the sudden putting away of Lord Grim’s umbrella and the easy flip of a different weapon, a sword, appearing from gods know where and settling into the easy hold of Lord Grim’s lovely fingers.

Lord Grim offers the sword to Qiao Yifan.

‘Nice choice,’ Lord Grim praises when Qiao Yifan takes the weapon without stopping to so much as think. And then Lord Grim is swinging back into battle with the air of a man content to trust Qiao Yifan to do—whatever, actually. Whatever Qiao Yifan might like. Whatever Qiao Yifan feels might best suit him.

Without Lord Grim’s fingers holding it in place, Gao Yingjie’s unwanted bridal veil cascades gently back down around Qiao Yifan’s face. Qiao Yifan lifts his left hand beneath it, touching where Lord Grim’s fingers had rested last, just for a second, before drawing his attention forcefully back towards the sword. It’s a beautifully balanced weapon, light and perfect, and it fits Qiao Yifan’s everything as if it had been crafted for him personally, rather than pulled randomly from some corpse or fighter in the heat of battle. The thought makes Qiao Yifan’s blood race even more strongly than the lingering warmth of Lord Grim’s touch—never mind how unreasonable it clearly is.

Qiao Yifan pushes the idea aside for now, and the torn carriage fabric, too.

He jumps from the carriage in a swirl of red, silken skirts billowing like a gust of flowers as he steps into the carriage’s shadow and makes his choice. He calls to the dark, the quiet, the places untouched by moonlight and the spluttering shine of flames or flashy magic. He reaches—a fistful of silk in one hand and the blade in the other—down, down, calling through the earth and its layers, its lines of rock and decay, reaching for where the bones shift and wake— and answer.

[kpop-dungeon]

Fifty Shades Of Wu. (Sadist!Yifan x You)

Warning(s): Water boarding, degradation, Sadist!Yifan, anal, hair pulling, choking, blind folding, bondage. My content isn't for everyone so read at your own risk, please.

"Okay, ready?" Master's deep and stern voice rang in her ears from behind as he finished cuffing her, tugging at them to check their security as his free hand caressed one of Y/n's nude shoulders comfortingly. "See if you can snap your fingers." Butterflies filled her stomach as she felt Yifan caress her sides lovingly, waiting for her response.

"Y- Yes, Master. I c- can." Was what she meekly responded with, snapping them to assure him as she faced the bathtub full of chilly water that the girl couldn't see due to being rather firmly blindfolded. "Once is to go on, twice is to slow down, thrice or more is to stop." The man proudly smirked down at his good little slave moulded into his own perfect little playdoll.

"Good slave." Praising her one last time, he helped her lower down onto her knees, one of his huge hands naturally finding their way to her throat as the other one rested on one of her ass cheeks. "Now…" Inching his perfect lips closer to her ear, Yifan spoke. "For the last time, sure you want this?" Y/n was a rather sensitive sub with not much experience with masochism or hard bondage, and Yifan was a cautious hard Dom. "Don't overdo yourself or push your limits too much in order to please your Master. He is proud of you as you are."

A shaky breath left the girl as she could feel her cunt drip and pulsate in knees already, thighs trembling. "I- I really want to, Master. I really, really do." Biting her lip at the sensation of his lips grazing against her ear, Y/n gulped the tiny bile in her throat. "I can always call my safe word out, right? We can always stop."

The man nodded, moving away and letting go of her completely. "That we can." Biting his lip, Yifan finally allowed himself to just take in the sight before him for a few moments, feeling his arousal tighten the specific patch of his pants. "Hmmm, little slave. You look so perfect for your owner. Just like the good little play toy you are, hm?"

Y/n's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the tip of his erect cock against her crack when Yifan freed it, back arching in response as her ass tried to feel it more, making a chuckle escape the man.

"So desperate for cock, aren't we?"

The girl suppressed the high pitched giggle that was threatening to escape, knowing now wasn't the time for such behavior. "Y- Yes si-" before the girl could finish, Yifan forced her head towards the tub and in the water, causing a defensive high pitched squeak to escape her as she coughed, trying to take it but her body soon started to slowly struggle, trying to fight against the restraints while her neck desperately tried to lift her head back up.

"Aw, what is it?" Yifan taunted right in the girl's ear from behind after pulling her back up by her neck, grazing his tip up and down her crack using his other hand. "Not so strong and experimental anymore, already, huh? Can't even take the first dunk, huh?!" Gripping her hair instead, the man pulled at her hair more, earning a cry out of the girl.

"N- No, Master! No! I can take it, sir! I promise! I promise, please! Please drown me and use me all you please!" That was enough for the man to smirk proudly and push her face down the water again with more force, spitting on the girl's pucker and teasing the tight rim of muscles with his cock tip, grunting and biting his lip due to how good it felt.

"That's a good fuck pet" pulling her back out, Yifan allowed her to breathe, loving how ragged her breathing pattern was. All under his control. Y/n couldn't even breathe without his permission. The thought more than satisfied him. "Look at you. Nothing but a blind, limbless little drowned rat. Spreading it's ass like the pathetic little fuck slut that it is."

His words made her pussy clench around the empty air as her core's pulsating slowly transformed into a dull ache, asshole stretching to accommodate the dominant's thick and erect tip, another wad of spit landing on his shaft as he wrapped his fist around her hair, snorting due to how her body was shivering.

"Ready?"

"Yes si- AAAAHHHHHH!" The girl's mouth fell open and back arched when Yifan pushed his cock rough and fast up her ass in one powerful thrust, dunking her head in the chilly water at the same time at the same time. Y/n struggled to take it, unable to see as she tried to breathe calmly in order to get used to his thick and hard shaft but choking on the water instead, feeling her tied up arms panic as her legs started kicking.

"Look at this worthless little fuck sleeve struggling" landing a slap on the slave's ass, Yifan pulled his hips back before ramming them back in, feeling her soft walls and grunting at how they choked his cock, grabbing her back up by the throat and holding her there in place as she panted like some animal, trying to catch her breath. "What? Chickening out already, my filthy little rat, hm? Was that all you could take, hm, you pathetic little dumb fuck pet?"

Shaking her head and blinking her covered eyes, Y/n felt herself drip even more, almost whining out due to how needy she was but knew better than to be selfish. She was nothing but a slave that deserved only what the Master decided to give her. Nothing else. "N- No, Mas-ter… M- More… p- please… A- All you want…" Her hips rolled along Yifan's thrusts, loving the difficulty she was having in breathing as he firmly held her neck, shoulders rising and falling a bit slower now.

"Good." Pushing her pretty and red face back in the water, Yifan landed harsher spanks on her ass now, making her whine into the water, loving how the skin burnt. The man knew how to treat her right and she loved it. All of it.

But her pussy. It was so desperate for more. Something. Anything.

Using the hand that wasn't choking and drowning her, Yifan further pushed her head further down in the water and feeling his hips tighten and edge closer to an orgasm when she pathetically started to fight back after a while, one of her legs repeatedly tapping against the ground before he pulled her back up, thrusting at a rapid powerful pace which caused the sound of skin slapping against skin to echo in the lush bathroom of the businessman.

"Keep behaving like this and you may earn yourself an award, my pretty little rat." His words were promising and deep in her ear as her now expanded hole started to stretch even more when Yifan started to push his balls in through the tight ring of flesh as well, the hard tip tickling her deep and high.

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