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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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We Met In April. | Na Yuta. (M)

↳ Prologue: “How can you be okay with all of this? Letting people hurt you everyday. ” + “If they aren’t hurting other people because of me, I’m okay with it.”

↳ The Summary: Yuta finds you crying in the boys locker rooms and finds out why.

↳ The Warnings: Mentions of severe bullying. Bruises and cuts etc. Wholesome fluffy moment. Established friends to lovers hint. Yuta is so warm hearted and kind to Reader.

↳ The Notes: Very ANGSTY. Read at own risk.

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If people asked you how are you still here after four years. You would reply with one word.

Yuta.

The sole reason why you are walking about on two legs, breathing and fully functioning college student trying to pass the exams and only worrying about exams now.

But it wasn’t always like this. So let’s rewind back to where it all started…

How you met Yuta who has changed your life from upside down ever since.

It was a very mundane day. The usual what happens in high school, the mean bullies get away with terrorising yet another helplessly weak student and the teachers simply pass it as a joke. You were one of those ‘weak’ students. But only because you got yourself into that trouble by helping out a victim and now you turned the hungry predators thirsting to get the outmost fun by beating you up. They enjoyed doing those things to you. No matter what you never gave them the satisfaction of them seeing you cry. But once they left because thankfully the bell saved you, you were on the verge of passing out from the multiple attacks. Both boys and girls partake. However today it was only one specific boy taking the pleasure of abusing you on this Monday morning.

The boy was somewhat known for having a handsome and ‘angelic’ face but you’d disagree quickly. If people were in your position as of right now laid on the dirty school floor inside the boy’s changing rooms that were locked (however one of his friends nit-pocket the key). You would say you saw the devil smiling down at you with two large horns and it’s red glowing eyes ominously glaring down at you as if he were sucking the soul out of your body. You felt heavyweight. You felt your bones go cripple. The swirling fear choking your vocal chords, squeezing it every two seconds because you were infatuated with the evil laughter shunning your down. Degrading words.

The way their fingers graze your open thighs and pinching your sweetly scented soft skin, marking it down as defeat to remind you. It’s the way the boy lifts your school skirt taking a peek. Harassing you. It wasn’t only physical assault. You could easily take an advantage of your body if he wants to and his friends…they would watch and record if anything. You were only a freshmen last year, now heading into your second year. They were third years. Seniors. Your upper class men you were vowed by the social hierarchy to obey and respect. As the elders can do whatever the fuck they wish to do.

You want to scream. You want to pull him by his hair and slam that pretty face of his into a wall. You want to make him cry and apologise to you. But deep inside you there was not enough built anger nor revenge to fully commit such things. You were always so soft spoken. Soft hearted and easily swayed by your kinder emotions that you doing revenge would make you feel guilty rather than pleased and finally getting your clarity. It wouldn’t be redemption. It would only be a social suicide for you pushing you further off the edge than you already are.

“Hey the bell rang.”

One of his mates in the back sling forward opening the door they would be guarding. As their so called friend was caressing his lips on the your neckline, tutting as his fingers let go off your school shirt. He pulls back with a smirk, that tells you ‘you’re lucky you got saved by the bell again’ —

God knows what he would’ve done with you if that bell did not ring.

“Let’s go boys.” He stands up leaving your trembling self alone. With the keys. They locked the door afterwards. Not that it bothers you, you can’t bring yourself to show your face to your other peers after whatever happens to you nearly every day.

Its the same routine. Harassment. Assault. Verbal abuse.

You wish for it to stop. But how to stop something no one wants to stop?

You have to disappear. You thought to yourself about the idea of leaving earth. The idea of just running away. Or maybe ending it all. The idea numbs your senses. You can hear voices but your mind can’t seem to process them. Your eyes can see but why can’t you stop the blurry vision and wetness rolling down your cheeks like rain? You can speak but you weren’t heard. You’re touching your knees pressing them to your chest, but why does it hurt the most when you are comforting yourself in a hug with your own arms— when no one has ever comforted you? Not a single person engulfs you in a hug.

Not a single person has ever asked you if you are okay. You are not sure that if you ever got asked you wouldn’t believe them about their sincerity level.

Shakily coughing out saliva stuffing your throat airways as more choke up sobs leave your parting lips, the room silence fills your mournfully cries from the deep depths making them echo. The changing room had a bunch of lockers that you were hidden behind. Many benches line up that you were hidden in between two. In front of you were the multiple rays of showers with curtains. They drip water drops on the floor that match in synch with your tears falling down your red cheeks. Your swollen reddish eyes were stinging with warm burning sensation as if onions were plucking in your eyeball.

It makes you conflicted though. Even though you don’t want to get hurt anymore, you realised later that the bullies haven’t been attacking other students but they stuck to bullying you only. Somehow you feel like this might be okay if it’s you. If it’s only you and no one else is getting hurt than you are okay with becoming their punching bag and their fucked up toy.

But is that really okay? Is this what you deserve?

Your breathe hitches loudly as you quickly shove your body to stay hidden once the door unlocks and swings open with the keys rattling by the fingers swinging them in circular motions would be a platinum blonde boy with long-ish bangs and hair, a very thinly shaped jawline and a perfected side profile as his lips pucker out with a humming melody. Carrying a side gym bag he thrown it on the bed that rocks the bench behind your back roughly hitting you accidentally where it hurt the most. Your bruised back. Everything was so sensitive the tiniest pain felt enhanced as if you were being burned alive on stake by the fire. With the tiny yelp and heavy groan, you found the boy staring down at you.

First he looks at you with confusion, wondering why the hell was a girl on the middle of the boys locker changing rooms. But there was another flooding thought ‘Why was there a girl with a bloody nose, bruised legs and a rough up uniform IN the boys lockers when it was locked and why the hell was she crying? ’

Your palm covers your nose once you felt the blood dribbling down on the floor. With panic entering your weak and sullen body you were quick to stand up even though it pained you to move you push and rushing past the boy.

Yuta was quick to quickly grab your wrist and look around at your appearance again. “Whoa hold up. Are you okay?”

The voice were veiled with nothing but compassion. Something you needed and now you have it you were starstruck by the words you completely forgot how to speak.

You were so broken that you began crying harder once again now that hearing those words touch your ears it begins to touch your weak and heartbroken heart. Yuta never knew he would encounter a pretty crier until he met you.

As you sobbed he felt himself pulling you closer into a warmly tight hug. Pushing your head into his chest as he caressed your rough up hair, touching you with outmost respect and gentleness…he was scared he would hurt you if he did anything harsh and quick. He was slow and steady maintaining you in his body.

“What happened here?” Yuta questions as you pull away with a sniffle. He offers you a tissue from his pocket and you took it cleaning the blood from your nose .

You bite your tongue, wondering what to reply to that. “I got locked in. That’s all. I was scared.”

Now. Yuta wasn’t one to be fooled with. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “What’s with your uniform and your bruises then?” He points out as he took a step back opening the sports gym back. It seems like the jersey he has inside would be the football club one. You can’t help but wonder who this was? He definitely wasn’t in your grade. He must be older. You play with your thumb as you sit down. You don’t want to go and leave. You don’t think you can handle a class right now. Instead you take a seat on the bench next to the gym back and Yuta eyes you with a short smile.

“You’re going to watch me get shirtless or what?” Yuta jokingly throws as he grabs the red jersey and you look away, staring at the floor and especially at your shoes now. “You can change inside the showers.” You point out smartly.

Yuta scowls. “Now I don’t want you giving me pointers where to change when this is in matter of fact— a boys changing rooms.” He tells you and you felt yourself cough awkwardly. You heard the way he slips of the white school shirt off his body even though you couldn’t see it, you heard the way the football red jersey crinkles and perfectly fits his body. Yuta smirks watching the way your eyes avoid him and he gives you a soft whistle as he rolls the white school shirt hanging it on the cloak hanger. As well as the school trousers.

“You can look at me now.”

You turn around to look at the boy who wore the red and white jersey shirt and shorts. He took off the white school shoes and grabs out the football appropriately used shoes on his feet slowly. You felt comfortable in the silence for a while until you would be the one to break it. Somehow you felt like you could speak about anything— but that would be because you’re so deprived from communication and as well as physical touch, when he hugged you; you felt safest in his arms than anywhere else.

“You play football?” You ask out.

Yuta softly nods looking your way. “Yeah. Do you play sports?”

You shake your head chuckling slightly embarrassed. “I- I well used to play a little bit of football in elementary.”

Yuta coos aloud with impressive noises as he comes closer to you with a wide smirk. That smirk, it was so different from the boy that beat you up. He was the devil. But Yuta’s smirk was a true form of something you’d call the Divine. Such a healing smile it healed all your worrisome thoughts from before a long ago.

“You should try-out for the girls football team this year then! Maybe you’ll find yourself a hobby that won’t involve getting trapped inside the boys locker rooms.” He leans closer whispering to you. “Peeping Tom.”

Your mouth drops at the accusation. “I wasn’t peeping.”

He raised his eyebrows at you once again. “I’m joking. Hey.”

You were so baffled through the way his voice changes such tones when speaking to you when he saw the way your slight lit up face that looks happier than before dims down by the sudden accusation in which he tried to play a teasing joke with you went bad. You didn’t take the joke well and he didn’t want any bad blood with you. God it’s the farthest thing he wants done. He hates seeing how your lifeless eyes ran numb and cold. Like they were sucked dry, left to die as if they were never meant to be full of life in the first place. The way your nostrils flare up and down trying to block out your stuffy nose due to the way you cried for hours so hard without a stop.

He knew something must’ve happened in here and you weren’t telling him. It was like a gut feeling. He wants to know what. He wants to help you. He wishes to give you advice and protect you if you need it. You seem like such a gentle soul and a down to earth girl who did nothing wrong and he can bet his own life on that you are incapable of harm.

“Sorry. That was a bad joke.” He apologises quickly to you.

You look on the side slightly sullen and now again feeling down as if you were drained. Drained by everything, by speaking, by thinking, by sitting and doing absolutely nothing makes you feel so…dissociated with everything happening round you. Your mind goes back to the replaying trauma of what happened few minutes ago. Approximately forty-five minutes ago, where you were beaten down as if you were nothing but dirt. Garbage.

It sent you shivers but what sent you through the roof completely was the warmth emitting from the boy that leans down grabbing your ankle and lifting it lightly. Your face gasps in surprise as your palm reach on surprise holding down the skirt fabric. In realisation you soon notice how he was checking the bruises and the small hidden cuts. He clicks his tongue. There was so many. He saw so much. He saw so much but he heard nothing from you but silence.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammer.

“This doesn’t look like nothing. Look I don’t even know your name but if you need help tell me what happened here.” Yuta was quick to cut you off. No time for answering you if you won’t answer him truthfully. You felt yourself heat up on your cheeks. He was demanding. Looking at you as if he was warning you to finally open up and tell him what the hell went on in here.

It’s not like he can check CCTVs. There aren’t any here.

You murmur quickly. “Okay fine. Bunch of third years taught me a lesson. You happy?” You snapped at him unintentionally. But it truly felt like you were cornered to tell him your whole sappy life story.

Yuta’s eyes strike you as he pushes your foot back down, standing up tucking the hands in the front pockets inside the gym shorts.

“Third years? You mean Kang Hanuel?”

You shiver, hearing the bully by the name. Yuta didn’t need a verbal response because you avoided replying and that was loud enough answer for him. He sighs out as he sits next to you. With a gentle ooze coming out,it felt like being next to a long term friend you haven’t spoken to in a while. That is how you felt like being with Yuta even though you don’t even know his name for god sake.

“How many times has he done this to you?”

“Few times.”

“How many is few times?”

You go silent before replying again.

“It’s been five weeks. There is seven days in a week. You do the math.” You retort back calmly but it seems like Yuta was far from calm. He was in disbelief at your nonchalant behaviour now. You seem to avoid showing emotion or care of your OWN well-being. It pissed him off seeing you treat yourself like this, and he barely knows you. He scowls.

“And you let them get away with this? Seriously?”

“Teachers won’t do anything… I tried. I don’t want my mother to worry and stress because of this. And…” You sigh out. “And even if i get the police involved Hanuel will bail out. He’s loaded with money.”

“That’s excuses.” He spat. He grabs your hands suddenly standing up as he pulls you with him to the door. You snatch your hand back with widen eyes. “You’re coming with me to report this. You don’t know how far he will go next.”

Biting on your bottom lip you look down.

“How can you be okay with all of this? Letting people hurt you everyday. ” Yuta trails softly as he saw the way you were unable to contain your words at once. As you flinch the further he came closer standing in front of you with barely a gap between you.

You want to tell him that you love other people more than you’ll ever love yourself. But you can’t bring yourself to. “If they aren’t hurting other people because of me, I’m okay with it.” You respond.

Yuta softly nods understanding your reasoning and thought process but it was unhealthy. He holds your hands with his as he whispers to you. “The other footballers are going to arrive soon but, What’s your name?”

“Y/n. It’s y/n.” You reply back.

“I’m Yuta. From now on if they ever hurt you I will protect you. I’m your new friend Y/n.”

The day you met him you knew from the moment your eyes laid on Yuta, He was going to be your savio it. The knight in shining armour and your will to survive and carry on living. Seriously who would’ve known? An international Japanese student studying football in Korea… becoming friends with you, a girl bullied and crying. Comforting you. He shown and gave nothing but love and even if you didn’t give anything back and he received none recognition— he was happy with just seeing you smile and make friends.

Now it’s been four years forward and you’re having lunch with Yuta. You both gotten sport scholarships and both managed to enter the same college. Now you’re on the same football program and training teams and you can see each other with same schedules. You would be having lunch outside in the open green field and park, out in a sunny day. Yuta hums nomming on the sushi as he lifts the chopsticks giving you one sushi on your plastic plate.

“Eat up Y/n. Gotta build that muscle.” He slaps his arms flexing the muscular arms at you. You snort in response and stay still admiring the way his healing smile and happy expressions never changed.

He’s still the same. Looks the same as the boy in high school you met in the changing rooms. You’re becoming too reminiscent of the past that you blurt out suddenly to Yuta.

With a loving gaze full of appreciation for the boy. All he’s done with you. You finally thank him for everything he has been through with you.

“I’m glad We Met In April, Yuta.”

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tunamayojazz · 5 months

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Love your art, any Toge/Yuuta fanfic recommendations? Thanks so much!!

hi!! thank you so much...🥺🩷🩷 and i am SO glad you asked this. i have so many!! here are the ones i read/reread more recently along with some of the tags. tried to make every rec here different from each other hehe have fun reading!!! can't help it (if you look like an angel) by glimmiks (12.4k)

tags: college au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, IKEA

THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ PLEASEEEE i absolutely love college aus so much. and you just know the 2nd years would be the most fun and chaotic as college students. their dynamic is just chefs KISS, and it's written so well here. the mutual pining in here is truly a 10-course meal and i always go back for another round.

i'm alright if you're alright by anonymous (14.2k)

tags: spoilers up to ch146, fluff, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, fix-it, love confessions, pining

post-shibuya fic excellence. i always have such a great time reading this like inuokkos really do eat so well in this fandom. yuta pining is always so great to read like he is Longingly thinking about toge at all times im cry

Magnificently Cursed by diggingupthegrave (91.2k)

tags: dark academia, magic au, magic school au, slow burn, angst, mutual pining

i will always always recommend diggingupthegrave fics. they are easily my favorite inuokko writer pls you have to read all their inuokko fics...i saved this particular one of theirs to read for much later bc i knew it was going to change my life (7 chapters ok) and boy did it do exactly that. the way they implemented canon elements into a magic setting was so so brillaint and i savored every bit of it.

Beat the Turtle Drum by CasuallyScreaming (7.4k) tags: major character death, post-shibuya incident arc, angst, minimal comfort, no shibuya spoilers read this before sleeping the other night and honestly how i managed to still fall asleep after was my body trying to protect me from full out bawling and having a mental breakdown...i don't think i've read a lot of MCD inuokko but god this one shook me to my core. almost like the feeling of loss and grief were bleeding through my phone screen. so well written and while it's definitely mostly painful, the ending....well you'll find out :')

a special occasion by Cheshire (2.5k) tags: idiots in love, established relationship, first dates this was so so cute...!!!!!!! panda: but aren't you two already dating? yuta: well yes! no. sorta, kinda. super cozy and fluffy read!!

is this how every day begins? by mitgi (5.4k) tags: roommates, living together, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst i will always love me a roommate au. this fic was such a lovely read and i'm actually going to reread this right after i finish writing this! there's so much to explore in inuokko's relationship and also when it's in different settings. every time i think about how the actual source material are literal crumbs, i'm just even more amazed by how writers are able to draw out the most of what info we have and write their mannerisms so well. it all feels right and so WARM UOGHHHHH

haunted by sieling_fan (3.3k)

tags: pining, hurt/comfort, canon typical angst, character study

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you showed up just in time by diggingupthegrave (14.6k)

tags: time travel, friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, slight age gap

another diggingupthegrave fic that had me crying screaming shaking throwing up because god. this was so so good. the build up had me at the edge of my seat bc like oh my god what happened? what's happening?? why is this like that? @#$%^&*()_!!!!!!!!!!!!! and when it's all pieced together? oh it ended me. read this again and again for DAYS you would think i was researching it for a thesis or something. take your time reading this btw like im so serious.

okie that's all for me from now, i have so many more to rec honestly....sending out 100000000000 hearts to inuokko writers you are my roman empire....

#inuokko #ottoge #inumaki #yuuta #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fic rec #inumaki toge #okkotsu yuuta #okkotsu yuta #asks

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woorphic · 2 years

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nct recs

i do not own any of the listed works. all credits go to the original poster.

i’ll update this post as i read.

(m) - mature // (s) - suggestive

last updated 16 nov 2022

just to preface: i do not enjoy reading smaus. works i recommend are (usually) long oneshots with quality writing.

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fluff

in which you get a lot more out of this interview than you’d planned for

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harrie-fic-center · 7 days

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yuta okkotsu

we weren't just friends by just-jordie-things

you know you got me in your pocket by just-jordie-things

#yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #fic rec

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forevamark · 2 years

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You Said Forever- Preview (n.yt)

IT’S ANGST TIME!

Full fic has been posted!! click here to read!

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x female Reader (y/n)

Summary: It’s been six years being with Yuta. Things were great until you noticed him changing. He’s become distant and broody, nothing like the man you’ve fallen in love with. Jaehyun tends to comfort you while Yuta tries to ignore the fallen pieces of what used to be love.

Length: preview: ~800 words | actual fic length: 5k words

Tags/Warnings: PAIN!! (seriously this hurt while writing it), non idol universe, college au, angst, TOXIC relationship, slow burn, Yuta is a dick, spiraling out of control, heavy emphasis on substance abuse (alcohol, weed, cigarettes), sexual situations under the influence, more to come as more is written.

Note: unedited! going through beta testing!! lowkey wrote this while struggling with trying to quit vaping. heavily based on some of my experiences as well as a few other friends who have been going through tough times/ breakups in their respective relationships. Feedback is welcome, but please be kind considering it is based on others’ very real experiences!

again! this fic is ALSO going through beta testing currently, i do have a habit of being in the zone while writing in the wee hours of the morning while everyone is asleep haha hopefully to be posted within two days!

“Yuta, please,” you whined trying to move from under him to attempt to spark some friction between your warm bodies.

“Just stay fucking still, damn,” he muttered while trying to shove a condom onto himself. You start getting annoyed due to impatience.

“You’ve done this like what? Nothing short of a thousand times why can’t you get it on now?” you rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up, for the love of God, please shut the hell up,” he punches the space on the bed next to your face, not even looking up at you.

“What is your deal?” you yell pushing him off of you and rolling the blanket up to cover your naked body from his wavering eyes. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed while his fists balled, shaking in anger.

“You know what, I don’t want to do this right now. I’m not in the mood,” he stands up looking for his boxers. You scoffed.

“That’s not what you said about five minutes ago bursting into the room demanding that I take my pants off? Need I remind you that YOU started this?”

Maybe it was the sexual frustration. Maybe it was him not listening to you. Maybe it’s the pent up sexual frustration from months of Yuta not listening or caring about you. It’s not hard to notice how inattentive he’s been lately. He’s constantly bouncing a leg and looking up at a clock to see what time it is when you are with him. The constant secrecy when it came to leaving or checking his phone. The ambushed accusations when you question his actions.

As much as it pained you to say it, this wasn’t the man you fell in love with.

“I just don’t feel in the mood anymore God damn is that such a crime?” He continues looking for his clothes from the floor, refusing to look at your sad eyes.

“You’ve never not been in the mood for me,” you quietly whisper.

“Well maybe you should get off your high horse and remember that my sex drive doesn’t revolve around you,” he finally meets your eyes as he stands before you fully clothed, “I’m going out. I need some air.” You find yourself unable to move from your spot in bed. The empty feeling of the bed, rather the whole apartment was jarring. You don’t know when this exactly started. Maybe eight months ago? It was around June, after you came back from his best friend’s destination wedding in the Bahamas. The trip was great, it was the time you really started planning out and envisioning your future with Yuta.

You saw an end goal with Yuta. You wanted the grand wedding, the drama from unveiling who out of your friend group would be your bridesmaids, the wedding cake testing, picking out centerpieces for all the tables, deciding where you both should honeymoon.

But you also wanted kids- four to be exact. You want the white picket fence, a family dog, and be the PTA president for your kids’ school. You wanted to grow old together, you wanted to be endlessly in love, forever.

“Do you want to do this one day?” Yuta asked while sitting next to you on the beach. He had one arm around you and the other swirling a bottle of beer taking a sip every now and then.

“Go to the beach? Hell yeah everyday,” you shoot him a gummy drunk smile up at him.

“No silly, I mean like having a big wedding,” he stares off into the sunset.

The wedding reception was still in full swing behind you two. You can hear Johnny’s baritone voice booming over everyone and the speakers yelling the lyrics of a kpop song. You look back for a moment to catch his newlywed wife dancing with her heels in hand and tripping over the train of her dress. Chuckling softly at the sight, you’re exhausted just watching them. It’s a good thing you both decided to take a break from dancing- and the open bar- to sit in the sand.

“Of course who doesn’t,” Yuta looks at you longingly as you continue, “But honestly I don’t really care how grand we celebrate our love,” you look back up at him, “I just want to be with you forever.”

“I’ll always love you, forever,” his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours, “I want forever with you.”

“Really?”

“Forever y/n,” you push him lightly as he continues to admire you, “I’m dead serious. There’s nothing,” he pushed a stray hair away from your face, “nothing, that will ever become between us. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Tears prick your eyes threatening to fall.

What had you done to make him feel that repulsed by you?

#nct smut #nct fanfiction #nct fic recs #nct fanfic #nct yuta fic #nct yuta fanfiction #yuta smut #nct yuta smut #nct angst

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designernishiki · 8 months

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You asked for a fic rec so I’ll toss this one at ya: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46767358?view_full_work=true Stick through the formatting for the characterization, tone, and really the whole vibe of this fic. I haven’t been able to get the bathroom call between Daigo and Majima out of my head for weeks since I read it with how naturally it all flows. My own little Daigo characterization booklet to review when I feel like I need a refresher on him.

so I may have stayed up until 6am reading this (would’ve slept earlier but I couldn’t stop reading it) and hgggahaghhhhaggahshhhhhhhh that was one of the most well-characterized fics I’ve ever read what the fuck. like the differences in how each character speaks (both tone-wise and in differing levels of authenticity) and how they speak to specific others (the daigo and majima dyanmic specifically- how they actually take into account how long they’ve been working really closely- SO good), the mental anguish and chaos vs the overwhelming emptiness of being daigo dojima but no longer The 6th Chairman Daigo Dojima……….I could keep going but I think you get it.

tbh I’d been wanting to write something exploring a similar set of dynamics/situation (post-kiryu’s fake death, interactions with haruka, daigo, and/or majima specifically, reflecting on his shortcomings while acknowledging the heavy Grief left behind) but now I’m like. well I still could but this was so well written in regards to daigo and haruka that, as far as something between those two goes, I don’t feel the need to.

thanks for the recommendation! my brain is broken now (affectionate)

#rambling #fics #fic rec #there’s a little bit of minedai in there via flashback but I don’t know if im gonna put this in my minedai tag cause it’s really #not tecccchnically a minedai fic. it’s just. a daigo-centric fic/study more than anything #my favorite more lighthearted moment in this story is daigo talking to haruka in Okinawa after like 3 years and hearing about her #‘situationship’ with yuta and how it’s just more convenient to tell people they’re a legit couple and daigo’s immediate response on impulse #is just. ‘that must be nice. I mean that you can do that. if it were two guys or two girls or something you wouldn’t be able to do that.’#or something like that and simultaneously sweating because he has no fucking idea why he’s saying that and can’t find a way to abort #my only critique is that I was hoping he’d come out to her (probably on the scene after that where it’s just them sitting on the deck)#and it wouldn’t even have to be a Big Thing it’s just. it felt like it was leading up to that (whether coming out on purpose or on accident)#but ah well #don’t get me wrong I think she could probably figure it out on her own based on the fact that daigo’s never had a girlfriend to her #knowledge and is in his 40s + that weird little gay tangent he went on earlier out of the blue #if anyone could pick it up though context clues and hints it’d be haruka and akiyama The Investigators. and oh no. looks like that’s #exactly who he’s stuck with #id love to see an update cause of this oh mannnn #(if anyone could pick it up it’d be those two + also majima but I kinda figured at this point majima would almost certainly already know #they seem like they have a mutual (possibly unspoken) recognition of one another on that front. based a little on what daigo says about #‘when kiryu says jump you say how high’ and majima floundering a little before admitting ‘you know I can’t resist those big #brown puppydog eyes…’ like i know that’s not too on the nose but it’s enough of a casual acknowledgement to Me that it feels… idk it just #feels like they Know. it just makes sense. and I hope they do cause it’d feel a little less lonely and terrifying to be gay in that world if #that were the case. yet another thing making it feel like majima’s a way more viable parent figure to him than kiryu fr fr……#anyway I could keep going forever so I should probably stop #I’ve never considered how daigo would interact with akiyama and now they’ve got me intrigued. I really hope they update this with something #daigo #I really think a chunk of this fanbase (particularly The Queers) understand daigo as a character better than rgg studio does. and cares more

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ms-neverlands-book-of-fiction · 1 year

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the real mad dog by fakeroyalty

Mark Lee / Nakamoto Yuta - about the time Mark's best friend turned into a werewolf and their world turned upside down.

#mark #yuta #jeno #renjun #johnny #suh youngho | johnny #huang renjun #lee jeno #nakamoto yuta #lee minhyung | mark #mark lee #lee minhyung | mark/nakamoto yuta #mark/yuta #yumark #supernatural/fantasy #nct fic rec #msneverlandficrec #nct

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nctficrec · 2 years

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Title: Homecoming

Author: ThaliaFromGrace Length: Chaptered Status: Ongoing Rated: M Genre: ABO, Angst, Fluff, Polyamorous, Romance

Summary:

“There’s something about him...” Johnny lowers his voice, shifting closer to Taeyong so as to ensure the other can hear.

“He’s very pretty.” Taeyong agrees, wondering if that’s what Johnny is trying to articulate.

“Mmm no, no that’s not what I meant, he doesn’t seem familiar to you?” Johnny asked, a deep furrow to his brow.

Taeyong isn’t expecting his world to shift so suddenly upon returning to his life as the leader of NCT.

Something had changed in the time that Taeyong had been away. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

The omega doesn’t miss the way that the alphas closest to him, Jaehyun, Yuta and Johnny have grown closer, add to that the new addition to the group and Taeyong should have more than enough on his plate.

So why can’t he stop thinking about how good Johnny smells? Or about how possessive Jaehyun’s touches have become? Why can’t he stop dreaming about Yuta’s fingers wrapped around his?

{AO3}

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whorehausen · 2 years

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Confessions (part 7 of Crybaby)

Title: Confessions (part 7 of Crybaby) Characters: Wheeler Yuta/Daniel Garica/Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson/Claudio Castagnoli/ William Regal. Warnings: Full tags inside fic. AO3 Link: Summary: Pre, during and post Buffalo, NY Show. Danny and Yuta have a couple of bones to pick, some truths to hear and some confessions to make.

#Crybaby #fic rec #my fic #my writing #daniel garcia #wheeler yuta #bcc #blackpool comba club #implied Blackpool!Polycule #William Regal #Jon Moxley #Bryan Danielson #claudio castagnoli #this is a lot of feels #I'm sorry

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sunnyhyu · 2 years

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Yuta Masterlist

[tattoos and chill] tattoo artist yuta, suggestive, strangers to lovers kinda???

[untitled] fluff, drabble, poetic, idk what this is but its cute lol

[11:40] cute dad yuta, baby clipping stuff in his hair, uncle winwin

[untitled] drabble, sorta best f2l, yuta pining, fluffy

[21:21] gamer yuta, sleepy reader, watching yuta while he plays, super cute im gonna scream

[leather and him] fluff, boyfriend yuta, makeout in a club bathroom, leather jacket

[giving gifts] yuta gives you flowers

#nct #nct scenarios #nct fics #fic recs #yuta nakamoto #yuta x reader

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Touch. | Na Yuta (M)

prologue- “Wait, Don’t pull away, not yet.” + “Are you planning on staying glued to my side all night?”

tw- Somnphillia. Fluff, suggestive (extremely suggestive smut.) Yuta is a clingy boyfie. Y/n and Yuta both have a love language for physicality. Extremely romantic but also spicy.

Notes- Inspired by Touch Nct 127. Yuta owns that song.

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Your boyfriend isn’t one to be clingy. It’s you who is mostly the clingy one in the relationship. But he does have his moments when you are sleeping he can’t leave your side at all.

In the dark room laying in your double shared bed, you woke up to two long arms clasping your body close by your waist, sternly in place against soft legs and rock hard abs resting on your skin. You turn around slightly, staring down at your unconscious boyfriend. Smiling at his sleeping state, your thumb brushed past the long black hair, away from his eyes as you could witness the long gone expression on him.

Yuta honestly at first intimidated you. He scared you at first, not because he looked like a bad person (he never once did.) but because he was really good looking. He came to Korea, learned the language, became a famous idol. He’s extremely handsome and popular.

Yuta’s also extremely believable and persuasive. You’re surprised at how many times he can lie in a day, truly, even the other members sometimes believed him in the past.

You remember how he told you he met The Rock and managed to knock him out K.O in boxing. Honestly you believed him but when he got your surprised expression, he laughed loudly and told you that you’re so gullible. Ever since then you don’t take anything seriously from him. He lies too much and he knows it. But even so, you know when he’s being serious it’s the truth.

Your body soon unclamp themselves from your boyfriend who was sleeping soundly, moving out of bed, an arm dragged you forcefully back on the bed with a tight embrace. You lift your head up looking at Yuta who opens his eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness with the blurry tired eyes gazing down at you. You raise your eyebrows, “Go to sleep.”

Yuta hums closing his eyes as he rests with a tight arm grip on you. “Wait, don’t pull away, not yet.” With the tired raspy voice it made your brain shiver, god how hot he sounds when waking up. Tired morning voice. You weren’t trying to wake him up, but you couldn’t sleep with the position. The man in front of you wasn’t making it easier.

“Are you planning on staying glued to my side all night?” You shot back.

Yuta murmurs a soft answer, pulling his face close to yours. “Mhmm. I don’t want you to ever leave.”

Your eyes soften when hearing such comforting words. You lean more in his body without any protests, if your boyfriend sounds like this all the time you might agree to everything he says and wants you to do. He seems so soft, quite wholesome if anything, maybe you like this yuta too. The half-sleepy boy who’s clingy and wants nothing but to hold you no matter what. Your hands brush past his hair through your fingers, the soft silkiness of it makes you wonder what he uses for shampoo and conditioner. You really need it.

You whisper. “Baby turn around i’ll big spoon you.” Yuta slowly turns over, with eagerness. You never become the big spoon, but Yuta always told you he would want you to be; but somehow you refused because you enjoyed Yuta’s arms around you all the time. But now he seems so…different right now, in the best way possible, he looks like he needs to be a small spoon and you decided to make his long term dream come true.

Yuta hums back asleep, the feeling of your arms holding his waist and abs together, he felt like he ascended into dreamland even faster with your body heat trapping him and your chest pressing on his back. He loved it, and he might never ever become the big spoon again because of this. You smile watching your boyfriend sigh with heavenly sighs.

The moment soon turned around, upside, sideways and even shook you to your core. Yuta so easily, said such words to catch you off guard. “I wouldn’t mind waking up to you sucking me off this way…”

The idea actually stroke you. You were throbbing at just imagining, waking Yuta with morning head and the way he’d sound with his morning voice. Struggling to last for long. God, you thought, you’re done for. If this is what your boyfriend wants, hell— you’d give in and do it right away.

He just can’t get enough of your touch, he needs to feel your mouth in the morning. Yuta rubs your hands with his that hold him in the tight grip for your bodies together, humming. “Night my love, wake me up.” He suggestively said and you smirk against his back, breathing hitching. “Night baby, sleep well.”

He’s the end of you.

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work thank you. Reblog this fic and follow me for more updates if you enjoyed <3 it helps a girl out.

#nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct x reader #nct u scenarios #nct hard hours #nct fic #nct recs #yuta scenarios #yuta hard hours #nct yuta smut #yuta imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #na yuta

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hwatermelonsuga · 2 years

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Fool's Gold: viii. Tyme Flyes When You're Havin’ Rum

° Series Masterlist

° genre: pirate au, pirateez

° word count: 3.4k

° warnings: language, death, alcohol, manipulation, toxic relationship involved, toxic character, stabbing

° pairing: seongjoong

° summary: Set in the Golden Age of Piracy, join Hongjoong and his crew on a quest to find Captain Avery’s hidden treasure as they come across traitors, lies, and a tyrant for a king.

“He has come to be the great man he thought he wanted to be. If this is true, then he is not a man. He is still a little boy and wants the moon.” - Cup of Gold

4 Years Ago

“Hey Joonieeee, can you get me another one?”

The man who was called rolled his eyes as he prepared another beer for the customer. As he gave him the drink, the man winked at him and tried to grab his arm. Before that could happen, Hongjoon pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the wood next to the man’s hand. He was frightened while Hongjoong smirked at him, leaving him to get back to his job.

Hongjoong was sick of it.

The men here were disgusting. He didn’t know how he could do it. They were always at the tavern to get drunk and to find someone or something to stick their dick in. Most of the time that someone was Hongjoong, seeing as they scared all the women off.

Hongjoong wished that he could’ve done something else with his life, but he had no other skills. And trust, he has tried every other job there is out there. He’s not that great at selling things, people piss him off all the time, and his parents didn’t have any particular skills… except for stealing.

Yeah, he wasn’t that lucky in life. So here he is, at a tavern… serving drinks to pigs.

“Joong!”

Hongjoong turned his head to see an old friend, Chan, walk into the building. Following him with puppy eyes was one of his crew members. He was a bit shorter with blonde hair and an innocent look on his face. Hongjoong was sure he was still dangerous, even if he looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly. Maybe he’d kill a man before he’d kill a fly.

“Channie! What are you doing here?”

“Well, I decided to stop by since we’ll be in town for a bit. Came to see how you were doing. Oh, by the way, this is Felix. Felix, Hongjoong.”

The two shook hands with smiles and Hongjoong showed them to a seat at the bar. He grabbed them something to drink and told the guy working with him to take over. He hopped over the bar to the other side and sat next to Chan.

“How’s it going?”

“Ah, it’s alright. Just came from this small town. They didn’t have much there so we left ‘em alone. Wasn’t worth it.”

“Still out at sea huh? Man, I wish I can live the life you guys are living. Making your own rules, so much freedom. And you’re not that miserable.”

Chan laughed at that. “Well, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows.”

“There are some rainbows though,” Felix hopped in. Chan gave him a look, signaling Felix to hush up.

“I’m sure it’s better than being here,” Hongjoong scoffed. They all looked around to see drunk men fighting and laughing. One tried to come up to Hongjoong but saw the glares on the men’s faces and backed away.

“Is this a regular day for you,” Felix asked.

“Yeah, I guess. Sometimes it’s worse.”

“Well if you want to be a pirate so bad, why not join one? I’m surprised that you’re not,” Felix inputted.

“How do you know I’m not a pirate?”

“Trust me, I can tell.”

Hongjoong laughed at that. “Honestly I would, it’s just that… huh. I don’t know.”

Why is he not a pirate already? Why is he just serving drinks to these… men? He could be living the life he’s dreamed of for years, really ever since he was a toddler.

“Hey, how about you join us,” Felix offered. Chan almost slapped the man but he decided not to. He didn’t know.

“Ah, I don’t know.”

“Come on! It’ll be fun. You’ll love the crew-”

“Felix.”

“And you won’t have to do much. I’m sure everyone will love you-”

“FELIX! Calm down.”

Hongjoong had a look on his face. It’s not that he didn’t want to be a part of Chan’s crew. It’s just that… a certain person was a part of it. Someone he didn’t want to interact with.

“Why what’s wrong?”

“Eh.. maybe it’s not a good idea. Thanks for the offer though.

They sat in silence while Felix was trying to understand what was going on. Why didn’t he want to come with them? Felix was sure that he would be a great addition. Chan didn’t say anything. He knew why Hongjoong didn’t want to join.

“So uh anyway…” Chan tried to move the topic onto something else but nothing came to his head for him to spit out. Because of that, they sat in more silence.

Felix fidgeted in his seat. He wanted to know the reason. What was the reason? He didn’t want to push it though. Maybe it was a good reason. Maybe not. Who knows? Felix doesn’t but he wants to right now. His curiosity was eating him alive. He couldn’t sit still and the guy next to him was on the verge of kicking him out of his seat.

“Ok, I need to know. Why won’t you join?”

“Felix, stop.”

“No, Chan, it's okay. We haven’t been together for a while.” Felix leaned in to get the full story. “It’s just uh... My ex is in your crew.”

“WHAT? Who is it?”

“Don’t answer him,” Chan budged in. “He doesn’t need to know. Just want something to talk about when we get back.”

Felix pouted at that and Hongjoong snickered. He couldn’t believe this man was a pirate. After a bit, Felix let it go. He’ll find out eventually. The guys stayed at the tavern for a few more hours until it was dark out. Chan invited Hongjoong back to their ship but he was iffy on that.

“It’ll be fine. Not everyone will be on board. We don’t leave until the day after tomorrow. I’m sure the guys are either causing trouble or getting drunk.” Hongjoong was still reluctant, but hey, why not. He’ll risk it. And if he does see his ex, he’ll just run. Simple enough.

They traveled to the docks and reached Chan’s ship. He was right, there weren't a lot of men on board. He was able to recognize a few men but there was no sight of the one he dreaded to see. A few of Chan’s men were seated in a dimly lit area on the deck and were telling jokes.

“Hey guys, this is Hongjoong.” The men nodded and allowed the three to join in.

Hongjoong could name a few. Changbin… Jisung… Seungmin…

He relaxed knowing that he was safe here. He joined in on the jokes and was enjoying himself. It’s been a while. All this time he’s been on his toes, watching his back. Turning people away and not bothering to settle in one place. It was nice to chill.

It didn’t last though.

“Joong! Surprised to see you here.”

He turned around to see the one man he didn’t want to see right now. Actually, not ever.

“Long time no see, huh.”

Someone kill him now.

“Ah Yuta, Seungmin just told this funny story about this lady’s house he robbed,” Jisung yelled out and turned to Seungmin. “Go on, you tell it better.”

“Ah, nah. The moment’s passed.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Jisung looked genuinely offended at that.

Hongjoong blanked out on the rest. His focus was on Yuta at the moment. He was trying to make himself smaller but it was too late. Yuta’s eyes burned his skin, his attention was too much. Hongjoong wanted to claw at his burning arm.

He wanted to run away. He couldn’t though.

He was stuck. Frozen.

How the hell will he get out of this situation?

Chan looked over once he noticed Yuta, Hyunjin, and Johnny walking over their way. He didn’t think they’d get back so soon. Fuck! What was he going to do? He felt so bad. Hongjoong will never trust him. He promised him that he would run into his past, but look at them now. How can this get any worse?

“Uhh, Yuta. Hey…” Hongjoong finally snapped out of it. He didn’t know what else to say besides that though.

The others didn’t pick up on the awkward tension between the two. Well… Felix did. Currently, he was in shock. Yuta and Hongjoong? What was going on between them? Was Yuta his ex? Can’t be! There was no way. How did they even cross paths? Felix was so confused but he was all into this plot.

Jisung and Seungmin kept arguing about the story while the others watched, Johnny whispering “fight, fight” right behind them.

Yuta walked closer to Hongjoong’s space while the other man had nowhere to go. He didn’t want to make a scene.

“What’s been going on?”

He didn’t want to answer that. He was silent for a bit and looked at Chan. Chan could see the panic in his eyes. He shrugged and motioned him to talk to the waiting pirate.

“Uh, same old, same old.”

“Hongjoong, how about we take a walk,” Chan jumped in.

“Well actually, I wanted to talk to you quickly,” Yuta pushed Chan back and entered Hongjoong’s space.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Chan, calm down. I won’t hurt him.”

“Anymore,” Hongjoong whispered. Luckily no one caught it.

“I know, it’s just-”

“The past is the past. And I’m sure Joong’s over it. Right,” Yuta turned his attention to the quiet man.

Chan was still iffy on this. He trusted Yuta, but not around Hongjoong. It’s been a year or so since they’ve split. Was it a terrible breakup? Kind of. He did have to make Hongjoong “disappear” but Yuta caught on. Hongjoong had a feeling that Yuta knew where he was the whole time. Was it worth the trouble? Yes. The thing is Yuta was toxic. He wasn’t good for Hongjoong. All of the fighting, flirting with others to make each other jealous, all of the trouble they would get into. Yuta was a pirate, so of course, he was a bad person. They all were. But the things that happened between the two men… Chan would never do that.

If Yuta wasn’t such a good gunman, he’d be out of here. Honestly, Chan feared for his life. Yuta can be scary when he wants to be.

Chan looked over to Hongjoong to see his expression. He hid his emotions well in this silent moment. He couldn’t figure out what the man was thinking.

“Yeah sure,” Hongjoong mumbled. Chan couldn’t believe him.

The two went to find somewhere private, which was not easy since Chan was following them. He wasn’t about to let them out of his sight. He lost them though when they went into the town.

“Well shit,” Chan huffed.

The two found themselves in a tavern that was surprisingly not crowded.

“So… what did you want to talk about?” Hongjoong wanted this over and done.

“I see you’re in a rush. Why can’t we just think about the good days for a sec-”

“Yeah no. I’m not doing this, so if you have nothing important to say then I’m leaving. You’re wasting my time.” Hongjoong went to leave when Yuta grabbed his bicep, bringing him back.

“Wait wait wait. Stay. I just want to say sorry.. for everything.”

Hongjoong was listening, kind of. This was rare but he didn’t know if it was genuine. And also… it took him this long to say sorry? Sure Hongjoong was in hiding, but Yuta knew where he was. So why now?

“I’ll need a drink… or 4.”

The alcohol helped a bit… maybe too well. Hongjoong doesn’t remember a thing. The drinks kept coming and his feelings for Yuta were coming back. At least, he thinks so.

Hongjoong woke up the next morning with a major headache and no clothes. He rubbed his eyes and looked to see Yuta next to him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know how he got here. What the hell happened?

He didn’t have time for all of these questions though. He got up and searched for his clothes immediately, even if his body was telling him to stop. He had to get out of here though. It took him a minute but he eventually put his clothes on without waking up the demon he laid by last night and left out the bedroom door. He found himself in a hall. Is this a random person’s house?

No! No time for questions.

As Hongjoong walked closer to where he thought was the front door, something wretched reached his nose causing him to back up a bit and cover it. He couldn’t describe the smell. He does know that he wants to get away from it… but he has to get to the door.

“Let’s see how long I can hold my breath.”

He jogged but came to a stop at what was in the living room.

Blood.

Bodies.

Three unrecognizable bodies lay on the floor. Blood covered the floor and splattered on the walls. A knife was still lodged in one of the person’s chests.

If Hongjoong had to guess, it was the family that lived here.

Did… did they do that to them?

He teared up at the thought.

How did this happen?

How could he let this happen? It was supposed to be only one drink. How did a bit of alcohol lead to murder? But this is normal right? This is normal pirate shenanigans. This is what it means to be a pirate: steal, kill, ask no questions.

But this isn’t him.

He’s not a pirate.

He didn’t do this.

Yuta did it. Yeah, this isn’t his fault. It was all Yuta’s doing. And Hongjoong wasn’t even sober enough to remember. Maybe this happened before he came. Yeah, that’s what happened.

And it’s not like Hongjoong hasn’t seen a dead body before.

This is normal.

“Mary, I- what? What the..''

The door opening caught Hongjoong’s attention.

Oh shit.

The man who came in looked from the crime scene to the suspect.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FAMILY?”

Hongjoong couldn’t answer the man. He was asking the same questions. All he could do was shake his head and try to get the man to calm down.

The man stomped towards Hongjoong who started to back up. He started yelling but it was going in one ear and out the other. Hongjoong was just trying to figure out how to get out. Everything was happening so fast. He was getting chased around the house. Hongjoong tried to speak up but the words didn’t come out.

“COME HERE!”

He had to get out quickly. The man had murder in his eyes. Hongjoong tried to avoid him but the man was gaining on him. He looked back to see him pull out something from his side. Was that a knife?

“Shit.” That was the only word that could come from his mouth.

And the last thing he said before he was tackled to the ground. His head hit the ground hard, which only made his headache worse. The man jumped on Hongjoong and went to stab him. Hongjoong grabbed his arm and tried to wrestle his way out of this. All of this fast movement tired him out. His arms were starting to give out. Where the fuck was Yuta?

Speaking of the devil, the man came in clothed and wide-eyed. This caught Hongjoong’s attention, but that one second of distraction cost him his eye. The man forced his knife into Hongjoong’s face and got him right dead in the eye.

~~~~~~~~

“What happened to you?”

Hongjoong glared at the worker who questioned him. He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since the incident. Hongjoong ran away to hide from Yuta. He doesn’t even know what happened to him. Chan told him that he got rid of him but that was all he told him. Chan apologized a lot to Hongjoong but it wasn’t on him. Hongjoong could only blame himself for what happened. He shouldn’t have drunk so much. He shouldn’t have gone with Yuta. He should have said no.

But he can’t take it back.

He can’t go back in time to fix things.

Or would he be fixing things?

Maybe this was the big man’s master plan. Maybe his life was supposed to go to shit.

He hasn’t been able to forget that time. Staying up because if he slept, he would relive it.

The only thing he could do to forget is what caused this mess in the first place.

He drank… and drank… and drank.

His life was over.

“You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit,” Hongjoong replied to the stranger.

“I hear ya.”

Hongjoong didn’t know what to say after that. It was kind of an awkward silence. The other man turned in his seat to stare at Hongjoong. What did this man want? Why is he being a weirdo? Hongjoong was ready to pull his knife out honestly. He kept looking at the half-empty cup in his hand.

“What happened to ya kid?” Hongjoong was silent.

“What if I told ya I can make your life better?”

“Look, can you shut the fuck up? Also, you look like you’re one step away from death and I’d rather not wake up next to a naked dead body, so if you can just not?” The man laughed at that.

“I like you kid.”

“Mmm please don’t.”

The man only got closer. “Look, I wanna show you something.”

“And I need you to back up.”

“Trust me, kid.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

The man pulled out a dagger and aimed to press it to Hongjoong’s neck. “Look kid, this is the last time I’m gonna say it. Come with me.”

Hongjoong pulled out his knife and pressed it to his neck. “And this is the last I’ll say this. No.”

The two glared at each other without moving. They were waiting for the other’s next move, nerves on high alert. Suddenly, the man laughed. Laughed? Oh, he was more than crazy.

“You’re funny! You’re perfect.”

Hongjoong was so confused. He wasn’t about to let this random drag him to whatever hellhole and take advantage of him. What were his real intentions?

“You wanna be a pirate?”

“And be a part of your crew? I’m not that desperate, you’re a terrible pirate. Exposing yourself to a stranger like that-”

“You don’t look important and you do look desperate. Just…think about it. Me and my crew are on the way to find some real gold. You look like you want to forget something. This journey can help.”

Hongjoong still didn’t trust him. Also, looking for treasure. HA, please. Everyone knows that finding treasure is just a child’s game. It’s a waste of time and will only lead someone to their death. But Hongjoong was a bit curious. Was it worth the risk? If the guy was actually just leading Hongjoong to bed then he could just kill him, right? And if he was telling the truth then Hongjoong can leave his life behind, and forget everything that’s happened.

Eventually, Hongjoong put down the knife and went to follow the old man. He was led to a ship and was slightly amazed at the size. It was bigger than Chan’s ship. It was beautiful and he can only wonder if the man stole it.

More than likely, he did.

The men stepped onto the ship and there were a few crew members still on board. He was a little suspicious of the mood on the ship. Some of the guys looked like they were on their deathbeds. For others, he could tell if they were drunk or not. He set his gaze on the most beautiful man on the ship. Black hair, sharp eyebrows, and features, plump lips. He didn’t belong in this crew. He can’t be a pirate. This was a joke right?

He was snapped out of his head when someone bumped into his shoulder. He turned to see a giant. The man looked back and mouthed something.

“Leave.”

Leave? What was going on? Before he could ask him, the guy already rushed off to where he was going.

What did he get himself into?

Well whatever was going on here, maybe he can die faster. Better than drinking his life away.

“Well kid, welcome to hell. You’re gonna love it.”

Shit.

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