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[wilonevys]

DON'T FLUSTER ME, I'M SORRY!

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[wilonevys]

rip my heart out {chapter seven}

pairing: park jay x f!reader. jake sim x f!reader, yang jungwon x f!reader

genre: zombie apocalypse au, slow burn romance, found family, action, dystopian

content warnings: intense themes, cursing/profanity, violence, weapon usage, dark themes, brief mention of past abuse, love triangles, angst, blood, injuries, death, kissing, sexual tension, suggestive content, smut!!

This content is only for readers 18+

chapter specific tw: explicit smut, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don't!), overstimulation, cum play/creampie, possessive behavior, jealousy, emotional manipulation, consensual light choking, fighting between love interests, violent male rivalry, toxic masculinity themes, complex power dynamics, guilt, heavy emotional content, degrading language, mention of restraint scars

note: this fiction purely for entertainment purposes, not intended to accurately represent real-life people, places, or institutions.

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word count: 4.1k

soundtrack: just pretend - bad omens

'Not Yours To Break'

It’s been a few days since the escape at Fort Ashridge. The four of you have been lying low, making sure to keep an eye out for the lieutenant or any military personnel scoping out the area. 

You’ve set up camp in an abandoned motel. Multiple rooms, lots of space, and running water—sometimes. It’s far enough out that you haven’t had to worry about any unexpected visitors.

Things are still tense. The boys all have sharp jaws, opting to keep conversation minimal. It makes you think that all this tension is because of you, but you’re happy at the very least that everyone made it out of that hellhole alive. 

You lie down on your new bed, a queen-sized mattress dragged into the corner of the room of the motel. The smell of mildew and rain lines the walls.

Everyone has been rotating on guard duty, keeping an eye out for any Neurocorpses or MRAPs that could interrupt the peace. 

For a moment, you just lie there in your filth. The sweat, the grime, the mud. You decide to give the showers another shot.

You step into the tile, the walls crumbling apart as you strip from your dirty clothes and step into the weak stream of water pouring out of the faucet. 

It’s freezing, you shiver as the water runs down your back and pools at your feet. You watch as it turns brown from all the dirt stuck on your skin.

All of a sudden, the cold water seems more like a blessing than a curse. 

After a quick moment, you shut the water off, grabbing a ripped towel to dry off. You step out of the bathroom, looking around for anything to loosely cover your body.

You dig through the drawers of the motel, and a few dusty clothing articles are scattered around. You shuffle through those before making your way across the room to an abandoned suitcase.

You settle in a pair of shorts and a loose oversized t-shirt. You sit back down on the bed, gently drying your hair with the towel. After a moment you hear a knock at the door causing your heart to skip a beat.

You let your bare feet hit the rough carpet as you drag yourself to the door, unlocking it and opening it. To your relief, it's exactly who you thought it would be.

Jay.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask with a whisper as you glance Jay up and down as he stands in the dark hall.

“Bingo,” Jay says with a weak chuckle. He leans against the doorframe, his muscles flexing underneath the tight fabric of his black shirt. He licks his lips looking you up and down, clearing his throat.

“Can I come in?” He asks his voice low and soft, comforting just like you remember.

“Of course..” you say softly as you step aside letting Jay slide through the doorway into the musty room. 

He comfortably sits in the middle of the bed, lying back with a deep sigh. The mattress springs creaking from impact.

“Long day?” You ask softly with a chuckle as you lie down next to him. You want to reach out, want to close the distance but you hesitate. 

“Yeah, watch duty in that heat is brutal. But it’s just you and me tonight, the others are outside keeping watch.” Jay mumbles as he rolls over, mattress dipping under his weight as he turns to face you. 

Your mind is still a mixed-up mess. The tension between the boys is still thick. Jay knows what you did, and you don’t regret it. But you still feel guilty. He suffered for you, he got hurt just to get you back.

And you slept with Jake. 

“Jay..” you say weakly, your voice cracking under pressure. You hesitate, before reaching your hand out to gently lace your fingertips with his. 

“Yes?” He asks breathlessly, his eyes scanning your expressions in the darkness of the room. Like he’s doesn’t exactly know what he’s searching for yet. 

“Why’d you come back for me?” You whisper, the sentence landing heavy. 

Jay pauses, his dark eyes squeezing tight. He exhales with a shaky breath before he responds. 

“That first night with you, I haven’t felt that way in a long time. Everything you brought into my life that day, made it feel like it was worth fighting for.” He says, his voice shaky like he’s trying to hold back tears, or anger. You can’t really tell.

“And not going to lie, I was so into you, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I should’ve, it seemed to work out for someone else.” He says his tone almost bitter.

There's a quiet beat. You glance away knowing exactly what he's referring to.

“And I don’t break promises…” Jay whispers.

“I’m sorry I hurt you…I can’t even imagine what they did to you in that place.” You whisper softly, voice shaky as Jay pulls you closer.

Your fingertips stay laced with his, and you glance down looking at the number burned, scorched onto his tanned skin. 4202.

You feel nauseous just thinking about the things that they made him do.

“I know you didn’t. But please tell me. Do I still have a chance? Even after him?” Jay says his voice low barely above a whisper.

Your heart feels heavy. With guilt, with want. You can’t really explain it you just know. Your life now is different then it’s ever been before.

And there’s no going back.

“I wanted you first, don't forget.” You say your voice shaking. His fingertips move to brush under your shirt, skin warm against the soft skin of your waist. 

“You slept with him?” Jay asks, voice cracking with emotion. Not anger, not frustration.

You pause. There’s a beat, complete silence. 

You nod. 

Jay closes his eyes letting out a deep sigh, his forearm lowering to touch yours. He leans in, feeling your warmth, his lips only a breath away. 

Jay leans in, his lips capturing yours, the noise loud in the silence as he pulls your body closer. His lips are soft yet commanding against your own. 

You kiss him back, lips tasting what he has to offer, and God it reminds you of how simple everything was before Jake.

“You’re allowed to want him..” he gasps pulling away from your lips with a gasp only to dive in for more.

“But you’re also allowed to want me—“ Jay gasps against your lips as he flips you over on the bed. The old mattress and bed frame creak as he pins you down, his lips hot as they find yours again like he's done it one thousand times before.

“I’m tired of holding back, tired of being the gentleman when all you do is drive me crazy.” He mumbles against your lips as his hands find yours again. 

His fingertips lace with your own as he pins you down to the bed, breath already heavy as he gasps for air between heated kisses. His lips pulling and sucking at your own as you gasp for breath, his lips taking the air out of your lungs.

He pulls away from your lips, breath shaking as his thumbs brush across the scars on your wrists. His breath gets caught in his chest as he feels the roughness of your skin still trying to completely heal.

He did this to you. 

He gently wraps his large calloused hand around your wrist, eyes half-lidded with desire as he brings the skin to his soft lips. Intimately kissing your scars. 

Your heart stops as his soft lips brush across the inside skin of your wrist. He drags his lips down your arm across the healing skin, worshiping as he looks you in the eyes. 

“It still feels like I lost you, even when you're here in my arms. It feels unreal.” He mumbles as he gently releases your wrist, only to grab the other one and kiss the mirroring scars. 

He takes his time, worshiping—healing as his lips intimately drag across your skin. You’re chest feels tight like you can hardly breathe.

“Well, this is real. All of it. No tricks, no lies.” You say weakly, choking out another stranded breath.

“I went through hell to get you back. I was burned, beaten, and scared. While you got to make love to him.” Jay whispers his voice choking back a sob as he holds you close.

“But then you ran to me, and it gave me a flicker of hope that you might feel the same way.” He whispers his fingertips slowly tracing the edges and curves of your face. Like after so long, he doesn’t want to lose the memory.

“Jay—“ you choke out. Eyes glassy as his words strike you through the heart. He trecked through hell just to get you back in his arms. 

“I should’ve kissed you, in the river. That first day I met you. You sparked something in me I haven’t felt in a long time. And God the things I did to get it back.” He gasps, his body rocking into yours with need as he pins you down to the creaking bed.

“I don’t want to think about Jake, or the Fort, any of it. Please just let me have you, I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance again.” He says weakly. 

“Please…” you say weakly, your body trembling beneath him with a mix of rough emotion and need.

“You’re safe here, in my arms you're safe.” Jay praises as his hands slip lower, gently pushing the fabric of your old t-shirt up. Exposing your stomach and breasts.

Your nipples pebble under the cool air, he kisses up your sternum, hands gently holding you down by your sides. His lips slowly drag across the underside of your breasts, over the faint marks left by Jake.

He doesn’t even acknowledge them.

Jay moans into your tits as he sucks on the flesh, his hand gently squeezes and palms at one while his tongue flicks across the nipple of your other. 

“Fucking perfect. God, you have no idea what these tits did to me that day in the river.” He mumbles into your skin, breathing hot against your soft skin.

“Bet he never told you how perfect they are—“ Jay says smugly. His fingertips dig harder into your skin as his mouth finds your other breast.

You gasp, hips already rocking up into his as you arch your back. Your hands tangle through his hair, holding him close as his tongue drags across your other hard nipple. 

Jay's lips run across the purple bruise marks left by Jake’s mouth. He doesn’t care. He sucks harder, darkening marks across your collarbone and cleavage with no shame.

He grinds into you, already hard and leaking. You moan at the feeling. Your eyes roll back feeling overwhelmed that this is the first time you're having Jay like this. 

It should’ve happened that night in the safe house.

But it’s better late than never and you’re both determined to make the most of it.

Jay kisses down your body, his fingertips and lips lingering on every scar and mark left from years of survival. 

His fingertips hook into your loose shorts, and he tosses them aside without a second thought. 

Jay's breath catches as he glances at your open pussy. Leaking, wet all for him. Like something out of his dreams.

“God I’ve been waiting for this, for too fucking long.” He mumbles looking into your eyes as he spreads your thighs apart. 

“Fucking gorgeous…” he whispers under his breath. The words make your hips jerk off the mattress with need as a weak whimper falls from your lips.

He lets his rough hands slide across your thighs, behind your knees, under your ass. 

“You tell me to stop, I stop. You tap out, we’re done. No hesitation, no questions.” Jay whispers. His voice was heavy, words dripping with honesty.

You whine again shamelessly, pussy already clenching around nothing as he looks up at you from between your legs.

“I’m going to need to hear words…” Jay says his voice commanding and stern, yet comforting and warm in the same.

“I trust you with me–“ you whimper.

That’s all it takes. 

With your consent Jay leans in, licking a long stripe from your wet entrance to your clit. Tongue flicking at it playfully.

You cry out, still sensitive, your hands tangle in his dark hair as he buries himself between your shaking thighs. 

He holds you open, letting his tongue trace through every crevice and fold. His hands grip your thighs, pushing them back towards the bed as he feasts on your dripping core.

Jay pulls away gasping. You shudder at the loss of warmth against your skin. His lips are glistening, coated with your wetness. His hand leaves your thighs to push his hair out of his face.

Without warning he spits on your clit, moaning as his thumb rubs wet circles across it.

You let out a deep moan, incredibly turned on, shamelessly needing more of him. In more ways than one.

With ease he slips his index and middle finger into your wetness stretching you out with a moan as he pumps them in and out. The sound echoed off the rotting motel walls.

You grip the sheets as he thrusts his fingers inside you. Gasping as he curls them deep, hitting exactly where you need them to.

Your thighs shake. Orgasm building faster than you’d like to admit. As Jay watches his fingers slip in and out of your body with a sick grin. 

“Fuck…fuck-“ he gasps intimately as he fucks you open with his fingertips like he’s getting off just from hearing you moan beneath him. 

“Oh my god—“ you moan throwing your head back. Back arching your hips into his fingers. Warmth pooling, trembling between your thighs.

“Jay!—“ you cry out as his lips dip back between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Sucking on it simultaneously as he slams his fingers into you.

Without warning you come, gripping his hair tight as he strokes your clit through each wave.

You ride his face, bucking your hips off the mattress and into his touch as the high fades. Leaving the sheets soaking beneath you.

Jay pulls his fingers out just for a moment. Your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of your release.

His dark eyes lock with yours as he slips his fingers in his mouth, moaning as he tastes your cum like it’s the first meal he’s had in weeks. 

His hands are back on your thighs with no hesitation, pushing your knees back into your chest as he dives in for more.

The sounds are lewd, wet, and erotic, he doesn’t stop, not when you curse and cry and grab at his sweaty hair. 

“Give me another one, that was too fucking perfect..” he gasps into you, his voice rough and deep. Your legs strain as he pushes them back, opening you up more.

“Jay, Jay I can’t—“ you whimper. He glances up at you his lips curling into a smile as he notices you laughing with disbelief, enjoying the delicious pain a little too much.

“Yes you fucking can…” he growls into your pussy, smirking against your warmth, grip tightening as he spreads you open even more with his calloused hands. 

“Fuck, Jay—stop!” You gasp. He immediately pulls away as you come undone in the same single breath. Your thighs clenching on either side of his head, his warm breath heavy against your pussy as he watches cum drip out of your aching hole and onto the dirty sheets.

You cry as you come even harder, clenching around nothing as he places slow kisses on your clit, hands gently holding you as you ride out your second release.

You’re panting, sweat dripping down your temples as you lie back on the rough mattress. Your body is completely weak, twitching from the overstimulation. 

Jay kisses your pussy one more time like he’s thanking it before he reluctantly pulls away. Wiping his lips and chin with the back of his hand and pulling his shirt over his head. 

It has your cum on it anyways.

He leans down next to you, a huge smile plastered across his face. His one hand gently holds your waist, the other cupping the weight of your breast. 

He holds you like your body was crafted from glass. So intimate and worth worshiping. 

“Breathe for me…breathe..” he coaxes softly.

You come down from your high, heart racing, breath trembling. After a few moments, it all starts to come back to normal. 

“Still okay?” Jay mumbles as looks deeply into your eyes, gently pushing some loose hair out of your face. You whimper with a nod. 

His hand traces down his body with a weak moan. He unbuttons his jeans, and pulls the zipper down, freeing his ache before tossing the fabric onto the dirty motel floor. 

He’s hard, thick, leaking already as he rolls his hips into your ass. You gasp at the sensation, hips already rolling back with need. 

Your brain feels fizzy, and weak as you come down from the intensity of your climax, yet you know you can still take more. 

The warm, slick feeling of his cock against your ass draws another weak moan from your lips.

“More?” He whispers, breath hot against your ear. His hands pull you into him, one resting on your chest and the other on your waist. 

“Need you, inside—fuck..” you gasp, the image enough to nearly bring you to another orgasm. 

He notches his swollen tip inside your soaking entrance. With a breathless gasp, he gently pushes your legs, angling them to slide inside a few more inches from behind.

“Fucking heaven…” he gaps weakly as he pushes fully inside. Your heat enveloped him, clenching around him perfectly. 

He kisses your shoulder before dragging his lips against your neck. You arch your back into his chest as he slowly starts to pump in and out. Wetness soaks everything between you as the sounds echo off the walls.

“You’re soaked. Bet he never had you this fucking wet.” Jay grumbles in time with his thrusts. His hand slowly slides between your breasts, gently gripping your throat. 

Not in an act to dominate, but to ground, to trust. 

You gasp, his thumb deliciously brushing against your neck in the best way possible as his hips slap against yours, the sounds echoing off the thin walls of the motel. 

“Don’t even lie to yourself, you feel that? I fit better. You were fucking carved for my cock.” Jay whispers into your skin, his lips ghosting against your ear. 

You whimper, your body getting shoved further into the mattress with every thrust. You moan as his thickness spreads you open, dragging along the sensitive slick walls.

“I wiped your blood from the floor, while he filled you up with his cum. While he took and took. He only knows how to fucking take.” Jay grunts into your skin, his mouth hot against your shoulder, hand gripping tighter around your throat. 

Tears pool in your eyes, from the intensity of having him inside you, his large hand around your throat. All emotions from earlier surged back from his words. 

“Jay—“ you whimper through a weak sob. Hands gripping the sheets as he thrusts into you slow and deep. 

“I wanted you, the first night I met you. But I waited, gave you the respect you fucking deserve.” Jay gasps his hips jerking as he drives himself closer to the edge.

“Fuck let me fill you up…you’re squeezing me so good” Jay mutters as he thrusts harder. His cock twitching inside of you as you clench around him shamelessly, like your body doesn’t want to let him go.

“You ran to me the second I stepped through that door.” Jay gaps words punctuated with a deep slow thrust. 

“I didn’t replace you…Jay, you had me, you have me—“ you moan into the sheets completely breathless, nearly gasping for air.

“Don’t say that, don’t say that because God, I fucking—L” Jay moans as he slides into you once more, gripping your throat tight as he comes. He’s weak, on the verge of tears as he spills his hot release into you like he was made to do so.

You cry out, cursing, whispering his name, all of it as he fills you up in the most intimate way.

He doesn’t pull out. 

He just holds you close, grip loosening from your throat as cum spills down the inside of your thighs. 

Jay doesn’t say another word. He just pulls the sheets over your body, his cock softening inside you. 

He gently tilts your jaw back, capturing your lips without a single word. Scared that he’ll screw this up for good if he speaks what’s on his mind. 

There’s an unspoken ache, but neither of you has it left in your soul to fight it. You both lie silent, the smell of sex filling the room.

And the two of you drift off to sleep without another word. 

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You wake up to a cold, empty bed. With a soft groan, you tear yourself out of the dirty sheets. Thighs aching and bruised, cum still dried between them. 

You drag yourself to the bathroom to quickly throw yourself together. The memories of the night before replaying in your head like a broken record. 

You dress in a pair of shorts and a white tank. You throw your boots on before you lazily stumble into the kitchen. 

Jake’s already there leaning against the sink brows furrowed. His grip on the countertop was tight.

“Did he knock you out last night?” He snaps seemingly out of nowhere. You glance at him as you grab your weapon holsters from the countertops. 

“What?” You ask, voice light and laced with confusion. Why is he snapping at you like this?

Before Jake can respond Jay shuffles into the kitchen behind you. His hair was a mess, no shirt, just his jeans quickly thrown overtop his body. 

“Come on man, couldn’t even wait now could you? You just had to get inside her…” Jake says smugly as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes dark as he glances behind you to Jay.

“Oh fuck me I guess. I was making up for lost time..” Jay spits out as he steps even further into the kitchen. Obviously not in the mood to pick a fight as he digs through the broken cabinets.

Jake lets out a strong huff of frustration. How dare he take you and then walk in here like it means nothing. His voice is soft—almost bitter.

“How’d it feel kissing the bruises I left on her tits.” Jake antagonizes, he knows he shouldn't, but he can't un-hear what he heard last night.

“Maybe if you’d learn to pleasure her instead of ripping her apart—just look at her goddamn wrist you fucking coward.” Jay retaliates with a sharp tongue.

Jake's jaw tightens, the words hitting him—deep. It all comes back to him, the orders, the interrogation, all in the name of duty and loyalty.

He hurt you, he can't take that back.

And it's killing him.

Jake lets out a huff of anger, taking another step across the room. Pushing all that guilt down. “At least I made her come with tears in her eyes, you’re just mad I got to her first.” 

“Because you ripped her away!” Jay yells hands balled into fists at his side. “At least I asked her if she wanted this, and I know when to fucking stop. You only know how to take.” 

“Keep playing the saint and see how far that gets you. I know you’ve got blood on your hands too.” Jake says stepping closer. 

“Well some of us have a lot more than others—“ Jay says firmly. 

Jake stalls. His chest rises and falls as his breath gets caught. He opens his mouth to rebuttal, to fight back—anything.

But nothing comes out. He just grits his teeth, shoulders tightening, hands already straining at his sides.

“She sobbed—" Jake gasps, his heart dropping.

You watch, brows furrowed, heart aching. You just don't know what to do.

"When I ate her out—“ Jake argues back.

“I made her come more than once on my tongue,” Jay argues, his own face heating up the more Jake talks.

The unresolved tension from days, upon days finally reached a breaking point.

“Name one thing you’ve done that hasn’t broken her more..” Jay continues his face jaw tight with frustration. 

There’s a moment of silence, you don’t know whether to step in.

Before you can even react, Jake steps forward, swinging his arm and throwing a punch at Jay.

Jay dodges. 

Jake trips him to the ground from behind his knee, pulling Jay down to the kitchen tiles before throwing rough punches.

Jay’s jaw tightened as he did the same, throwing another punch and landing one right to Jake’s face, breaking open his lip.

“Stop!” You yell as the two of them barrel into the hall, throwing punches and drawing blood.

“You think you’re some kind of hero? Her thighs were still sore from me when you slid in.” Jake accuses with a shape grunt.

“At least I don’t chain her up and scar her in the name of duty, what kind of love is that?” Jay says as he throws another punch, Jake blocks with his forearm.

“Oh, you’re talking about love? She’s just using you as a distraction-“ Jake spits out from beneath him.

“Enough-“ you gasp again, chest tightening as the enraged words make your breath catch in your chest. 

“She sounded better choking on my cock. Oh wait..you don’t know how it feels-“ Jake confesses. 

“Enough!” You yell, grabbing a glass cup from the table and smashing it against the wall. It shatters, the sound stopping the punches and accusations. Everything coming to a full stop.

“You’re disgusting, both of you.” You say weakly like you can’t believe what you heard was just real. Your voice echoing off the quiet walls of the empty hall.

“You want to compare dicks keep me out of it. Using me like some kind of trophy you can parade around with? That’s sick.” You spit out, turning to place your guns into the holsters at your sides. 

“I was captured and broken…and you only care about feeding your egos with how wet I get?” You say breathlessly with disbelief.

Jake looks at you from below, his heart breaking as he sees the pained expression on your face.

Shit...he did it again.

You take one look at their expressions, faces bruised, bloody—

And they both know they’ve fucked up.

You step over their stilled bodies on the cold floor. Both of their expressions softened from anger to pure regret, heavy with shame.

“Neither of you deserves me like this—don’t even think about stepping out that door until you're ready to see me as more than a fuck toy.” You say firmly.

The door slams hard behind you.

And with that, you’re gone. 

note: Chapter Seven is here!!!! It's been a while but I'm so excited to work on this again. I have started on chapter 8 so I won't be mean and make you guys wait as long for that one. It is the start of a new arc and new characters! Let me know what you think so far.

Again I'm so thankful for every like, reblog, and comment. Seriously it's what inspires me to keep going! A special shout-out to all of those who have stuck around thus far. I wish you guys all the best!

Written with love(that's a little fucked up),

xoxo Kate <3

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[wilonevys]

rip my heart out {chapter six}

pairing: park jay x f reader. jake sim x f reader, yang jungwon x f reader

genre: zombie apocalypse au, slow burn romance, found family, action, dystopian

content warnings: intense themes, cursing/profanity, violence, weapon usage, dark themes, brief mention of past abuse, love triangles, angst, blood, injuries, death, kissing, sexual tension, suggestive content, smut!!

chapter specific tw: mild sexual content, implied sex, kissing, tit sucking (brief), implied past restraint, trauma, PTSD, gun violence, morally gray behavior, light power imbalance, internal conflict, light emotional manipulation, multiple love interests

note: this fiction purely for entertainment purposes, not intended to accurately represent real-life people, places, or institutions.

missed a chapter? click here :)

word count: 4.1k

soundtrack: lust - glixen

"Back For You'

6:34 pm

Jay's hands are cracked and bleeding as he scrubs at the floor. Back on cleaning duty again. Every day, there's fresh blood stained onto the walls and floors to clean. 

The words keep ringing in his ears. The sergeant couldn’t have been talking about you. He couldn't have. Just the thought of another man hurting you, touching you in ways he never got the chance to makes his blood boil. 

Jay scrubs harder at the floor, his dark bangs sticking to his forehead from the sweat as a river of it runs down his back. He shouldn’t have left. He should’ve been taken here instead.

His heart sinks into his stomach as he thinks of all the terrible things that must’ve happened to you. The things that he did to you.

Sergeant Sim…the audacity he has to hurt you, then take you to bed like none of it ever happened. He's got to be out of his goddamn mind.

Jay grips the brush with a bruising grip as he thinks about his hands on your soft curves, his mouth on your warm skin, his body inside yours filling it up in all the ways Jay hasn’t had the chance to.

Jay’s had enough. He grips the brush tightly, throwing it hard across the room. It lands against the concrete with a loud bang. The other civilians glance at Jay before going back to cleaning their sections of the interrogation room, completely unbothered by the outburst.

His hands balled into fists at his side as his back hit the concrete wall hard. He slides to the cold floor, putting his head in his hands. He can’t believe the one good thing to happen to him in years was taken from him so easily. He would kill just to have you back in the safehouse, waking up in his arms.

Jay perks up as he hears the sound of heavy boots marching down the hall again. More officers. He keeps his head back against the wall, listening to anything that would point him towards you.

No way in hell was he giving up on you, even if you were tangled up in bed with another man. Jay fights for what he wants, and he's not going to let someone else take you so easily.

“You remember that girl who was in here not too long ago? The one that they sent Sergeant Sim to break information out of? The officer says gruffly.

“Heard he had her fucked up pretty bad, handcuffs were on her so tight there was gashes in her skin, probably enough to bleed onto the floor in there.” The other officer replied bluntly,

No. No—

Jay’s stomach churns as he realizes the blood he just scrubbed out of the concrete was yours. He puts his hand over his mouth, feeling dizzy and sick at the thought.

“She must’ve been into it or something, heard he's been sneaking her into his quarters to sleep with her.” The officer says, casually crossing his arms over his chest as he rests on the door.

“Sergeant Sim is something else. I heard he's on thin ice lately. Not that I blame him, have you seen the girl? 

Jay feels like the walls are closing in as he continues to listen. He feels even more sick to his stomach. Not just because he hurt you, but he's been taking you to bed. He feels nauseous at the fact that you let him.

He has to find you, he has to get you out just like he promised.

“Lieutenant says he's keeping an eye out on Sergeant Sim and his little buddy Lee. Thinks they're up to funny business.” The officer scoffs.

“Like fucking the prisoners isn't enough to get those badges ripped off his chest.”

The sound of heavy boots starts to fade along with the two soldiers' voices as they exit the hall.  Jay closes his eyes, shakily trying to process everything.

He can’t stay another day; he's grabbing you and getting out as fast as he possibly can. He’s not leaving this place without you—no more hesitation.

10:05 pm

Jay leans against the hard springs of his cot. His hands rested behind his head, cracked and bleeding from another long day of cleaning duty. He gets snapped out of his trance when he hears the lock rustling against the door. Light from the hall slips into the room as Heeseung steps in. 

Jay sits up in the sheets, locking eyes with Heeseung as he quietly shuts the door behind him. There's a short moment of pure silence before Jay speaks up.

“So, what did you find?” Jay asks, his voice shaky like he almost doesn't want to know the answer.

“She's in Sim’s quarters. I can buy you a minute, but Jake and I are planning on leaving together tonight.”

Jay’s breath catches in his throat, his stomach churning with anxiety. You're in his quarters doing who knows what with him; he knows deep down this is his only shot at getting you back. 

His chest feels tight; he never should’ve let you go in the first place. Jay struggles to take another deep breath as he looks back at Heeseung standing behind the closed door.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do any of this,” Jay says, his hands shaking as he struggles to process all his emotions. Guilt, shame, anger, and frustration all floated through his brain all at once.

“It's the least I could do to atone for what I've done for them. I hope you’re on the right side of all of this, Jay.” Heeseung says as he lazily sits down next to Jay on the cot, his hands in his lap, the silence still incredibly heavy between them. This breakout stunt could get them killed; they both know that. Nonetheless, both are willing to take the risk.

“At 2:15, I’ll loop the security cameras. Once you’re down that hall, you have twelve minutes to get down the eastern stairwell and get the hell out.” Heeseung whispers, noticing how Jay is staring straight ahead, brows furrowed, already thinking about you.

“What if she's happy with him, what if she doesn’t want to see me, to come with me?” Jay asks in a low, barely over a whisper, as he keeps staring off into the space ahead of him.

“That's not your choice to make, I know it hurts, but if she hesitates, you leave her, ok? For your own sake,” Heeseung says, his hand gently rubbing against Jay's back awkwardly in an attempt to offer any comfort that he can.

Jay just nods, his eyes glassy as he holds back tears. Heesung looks at Jay with a soft frown on his lips.

“You’ve gotta keep a clear mind, when you see her, she's either in or out, you can't fall apart. I..I—can’t have two casualties on my hands..” Heeseung confesses his voice is softer than a whisper.

Jay wipes a few small tears from his cheeks, sniffling in the rest as he nods, pulling himself back together. This is his only chance to get you back, and if you don’t choose him, at least he can die knowing he kept his promise.

1:34 am

The cool air of Jake’s room hits your skin as the only thing covering your body is a black satin slip dress. The straps slipping off your shoulders as you straddle Jake naked beneath you. He looks up at you, his eyes already half lidded with arousal, his cheeks flushed pink from the afterglow of his release.

“This is the last time we do this here, I promise,” Jake says breathlessly as his hands slide up your thighs, mindlessly pushing up the laced edge of your lingerie.

“You keep saying that, I’m starting to lose track.” You say seductively as you lean forward, the loose straps of your slip dress falling further down your arms, exposing more of your bare cleavage to his line of sight.

Jake moans at the sight, his grip tightening on your thighs as you tease him with your body. His eyes linger on the curves of your cleavage before he clears his throat.

“Real talk, change of plans, we’re leaving tonight. I have a feeling the Lieutenant is already onto us, so the sooner we leave, the better,” Jake says deeply as his hands slide around your back, pulling you even closer to his warm body.

Jake leans forward, hooking his fingertip into the fabric, pulling it down enough to expose one of your breasts. His lips gently kiss the fullness of your warm skin, his fingertips rubbing slow circles onto your thighs. He moans at the contact of your soft skin on his lips. He pulls away just long enough to mumble against your skin.

“That storm blew out the south gate, and they've yet to have it fixed. Heeseung got the surveillance looped at around 2:15 am, giving us about 12 minutes to get the hell out of here. At least that's what I was told.”

Jake groans against your skin as he gently takes your sensitive nipple into his mouth. You throw your head back, moaning softly at the sensation as you feel warmth starting to pool between your thighs again. Jake smirks at you before he lazily drags his mouth away.

“There's no better time to book it out of here than tonight. Once we’re out that gate, we run, and never look back.”

You nod as Jake completely pulls away from your skin. He looks deeply into your eyes, hands rubbing up and down your sides. It’s like he's trying to memorize the exact angle of every curve in case it's his last chance.

“I can’t believe we're doing this, but I can't stay here another day, enforcing all of this for them,” Jake says, his voice soft and low. “I’ve caused enough damage.”

“Do you have all your things?” You gasp softly as you slowly roll off his body. The mess between your bodies is still sticky and fresh. Jake whines as you slide off of him, missing your warmth already as the cool air hits his bare skin.

Jake stands up to grab a towel lying on the chair by his desk. He looks into your eyes as he gently slides his hand between your thighs, intimately cleaning the mess he made between them. It's quiet, almost too calm. You keep glancing at the clock, your heart racing as the time only gets closer to 2:15.

“Yeah, I’ve got everything, just need to get dressed,” Jake says as he softly cleans your skin, the moment tender, almost feeling like the calm before the storm.

Jake pauses, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. Your brows furrow as he pulls away from your lips, the kiss almost feeling like goodbye.

“Thank you for everything, you changed me, truly…and I don’t know if I'll ever forgive myself for hurting you. Jake whispers, his voice hoarse against your lips as he captures them one more time with his own.

2:16 am

Jay’s heavy boots echo off the hallway walls as he swiftly navigates the dark halls. Sticking to the shadows to keep from drawing too much attention to himself.

The safe zone didn’t have much activity at this hour. Mostly just other officers and soldiers on security duty for the night. Eyes open, making sure no one gets in or out. 

Jay fidgets with the tight-fitting uniform that Heeseung lent him as part of the plan. The fabric fits snug around his muscles as he continues to navigate down the dark hall. He stops in his tracks as he turns the corner. Noticing a sliver of yellow light coming from under one of the doors. That’s got to be Sim’s.

His mouth goes dry. If that's Jake Sim’s room, you’re in there. Jay doesn’t even want to think about the things that have been done to you. He wants nothing more than to take out Jake clean, but he promised Heeseung he would leave Jake alone.

Heeseung claims he's changed, but that is something Jay has to decide for himself. Hurting you while you were restrained is unforgivable; just the thought of it makes Jay feel like he wants to tear that man apart one limb at a time.

Jay stays low as he approaches the door; the muffled sound of chatter can be heard as he slowly creeps closer and closer. 

Jay’s heart nearly stops as he hears your voice. It's been days since he last heard you or saw your face. It's the only thing that's been on his mind since he left.

Guilt was eating away at his soul as he tried to figure out how to get you out of here alive. Jay lets out a deep breath as he holds the key in his hand from Heeseung. He looks down, his hand shaking as he grips the key hard like an anchor.

The red light in the corner of the hall flickers, and the cameras are looped; this is his chance. Heeseung said he could buy him a minute and Jay would be damned if he wasted another second of it.

He lets out a shaky breath as he slides the key into the door, unlocking it with a soft click. He kicks the door open a few inches with his boot.

Jay lays eyes on you sitting on Jake's bed, your body still dressed in your black satin slip. His heart stops at the sight of you for the first time since you got taken all those days ago. His eyes linger on the way the strap falls down your shoulder. The way the satin fabric clings to every dip of your figure.

Fuck, you still look just as perfect as he remembered. He looks through the crack in the door, scanning you up and down. His eyes caught on the scars around your wrists. He did that to you.

Jake sits off the edge of the bed, shirt off, as he laces up his combat boots. The two of you are in a light conversation. Jake appearing to not even give two fucks about the time. Jay’s jaw tightens. This is his moment; it's now or never. Heeseung's words ring in his ears. It’s your choice who you want to go with.

Jay kicks the door open with a sharp slam. You jump off the bed, immediately snapping out of your haze at the noise. Jake stands up from the bed, his jaw locked with frustration as he looks at the door. It's him, the man you were with when he took you in. How the hell did he even get into the officers' hall?

 “Heeseung—” Jake groans with frustration under his breath at the realization. His gaze lingers on you as you scramble to pick up the last of your clothes. You turn over your shoulder to see who broke open the locked door. 

Your heart stops, and you drop all the clothes from your arms, letting them hit the cold, dirty floor without a second thought. 

Jay. He came back for you. Just like he promised.

You don't even think twice. You run, bare feet hitting the cold concrete floor as you run into his arms. Shamelessly wrapping your arms around his neck. His large hands hesitate before they find your waist.

“You came back for me.” You whisper into his shoulders, voice shaking with disbelief.

“I promised you I would,” Jay says as he pulls you closer, his hands tightening around you. This time, he's not letting you go.

“Put some clothes on, we don’t have time for this.” Jake spits out as he gathers your clothes from the floor to shove them back at you as you step away from Jay. Your brows furrowed at how aggressive that was. But Jake’s right, you don't have time for this. 

Jay keeps his eyes on the clock as you quickly change into your uniform attire and lace up your boots. Jake glances at Jay, his jaw locked with frustration.

You hear the sound of sirens from outside the door. We’ve got to make this quick if we want to make it out of here alive. Jake takes one last longing look at you before he storms out the door. Your eyes are watching as Jay lingers behind in the bedroom.

 You run to the doorway behind Jake, still trying to adjust your uniform on the way out. Your breath catches as Jay gently grabs you by the arm, swiftly pulling you back through the doorway. He spins you around, gently backing you up against the wall. You wince as the cold, hard exterior against your body.

“Jay, we-” 

He kisses you, taking the words right out of your mouth. It's soft, breathless. Full of regret, want, and everything you missed, all wrapped up into one moment.

You’re breath is caught in your lungs as you kiss him back for the first time. Your hands were tangling in his long, dark hair. Fingertips lingering on the warm skin of his neck.

You breathe a sigh of relief into his mouth, feeling like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders for as long as his lips were on yours

“We’ve got 7 minutes! Let's move!” Jake yells from the hall as the sound of the alarms echoes. The sound of guards and soldiers rustling through the halls intensifies. 

You reluctantly pull your lips away from Jay. Fingertips lingering on his skin before you turn to sprint out the doorway. Jay swiftly follows behind you. 

2:20 am

The three of you run, not looking back as you hear the shouting of officers from down the hall. You turn the corner, following behind Jake as you run through the large metal door to the stairwell.

You glance down at the flights of concrete stairs disappearing into the darkness. The only light illuminating the corridor was the flashing red of the alarm.

The sound of the three of you echoes in the dark. You don't even count as you run down flight after flight of concrete stairs. Your heart nearly stops as one of the side doors opens. The sound of gunshots can be heard from the hall.

On instinct, you duck as Heeseung steps into the stairwell, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang. Gunshots ricocheted off the thick metal of the door behind him.

“Nice of you to finally show,” Jake says, his voice echoing off the dark walls. 

“Keep running, we don't have time!” Heeseung snaps back as he joins the rest of you on the descent.

The four of you race out of the door the second you reach the bottom of the stairwell. Gunshots and the shouting of officers can be heard as you run as fast as you can towards the south gate. Your boots are getting caught in the mud as your legs burn from how fast you keep running.

You nearly stop in your tracks as a bullet whips past you. You look back, seeing Jay following behind you, and a very angry Lieutenant even further behind. You're so close. You know you can outrun him.

The four of you are panting for breath as you reach the gate. You're hands rest on your knees as you bend over, gasping for air. You watch as Heeseung digs into the pocket of his uniform, pulling out a keycard.

He runs to the side of the unmanned gate, dodging rogue bullets in his path as he swipes the card with a high-pitched beep. The gate blinks green. With no hesitation, Jake starts to push the gate open. His biceps strain as the door gets stuck in the mud from the previous storm. 

“Shit I can’t—” Jake pants as sweat runs down his back from exhaustion. He plants his boots deep in the mud, pushing hard at the gate, but it's barely moving.

Your boots get caught in the mud. Before you can step in, but Jay is right behind him, Rough, torn hands wrapping around the cold metal of the gate as he pushes on it roughly. The two men groan as they use all their force to pry the gate open.

The officers keep firing into the distance, the darkness of the forest shielding you as they take their shots. Just in time, Jake and Jay get the gate open enough to slip through. 

You're first, Heeseung following behind you. Jay and Jake slip in quickly as bullets still fly through the air. You keep your head down as the four of you run.

You can barely breathe, your feet hitting the ground hard as they carry you as far as you can get from that place. The four of you disappear into the woods. The sound of sirens and gunshots stops as Fort Ashridge disappears into the distance.

2:25 am

You want to stop, but you can’t; the sound of boots hitting the earth mixed with labored breathing is the only thing you hear for miles. The cool summer air blows through your face as you run into the wooded darkness.

The four of you slow to a jog once Fort Ashridge is out of sight. You continue to lazily walk into the darkness. The dead leaves crunching beneath your boots, the mud covering the gray pants of your uniform as you trek through the foliage.

No one says anything, not a single word. Just chests heaving and the sound of the crunching greenery beneath you.

You trek through the woods for miles. Silent hours go by as you journey farther and farther away from the hellish fort. 

Another long, quiet hour goes by, and you can see the sun beginning to rise from across the horizon. You made it. You made it out of there, and you don't even know who to thank.

Jay walks beside you, his eyes tired as he keeps his gaze locked on the path ahead. Your heart sinks into your stomach. Jay did come back for you, you can only imagine what they did to him and the other civillians as you were fucking around on the officer levels of the fort. 

You let out a deep sigh as your eyes lock onto Jake, leading you forward through the unruly wilderness. Your chest feels tight, what you had felt so real, you can’t stop yourself from watching how his muscles contract with every step.

You linger on how straight his posture is as he marches strongly in front like the soldier he once was, or still is. It's going to take a long time to break through, but if any person were to change Jake, strangely, you feel glad it was you.

The foliage thins out as you approach a small broken road leading into an unfamiliar abandoned town. You follow Jake as he leads you onto the pavement.

The sun starts to rise as you stride into the abandoned town. The houses rotting and broken, the stores broken into and ravaged through. It reminds you of your life before Jay, before Fort Ashridge, before Jake or the Army or any of it,

Part of you wishes it were still simple. Your main objective was to survive alone. No family. No friends. No lover. 

You keep quiet as you mindlessly follow ahead. Things changed, and they changed fast. Now your heart is torn between the man you know Jay is, and the version of Jake you know is buried inside. Your heart feels overwhelmed with guilt, want, gratitude, and everything in between.

Jay didn’t just come back for you for no reason; he kissed you, and you can't stop thinking about how it felt to finally have his lips on yours. It felt like the world completely stopped for a minute, and every time you're in his arms, you feel safe.

The same can’t be said for Jake. The way his hands on your skin felt like a fire burning, spreading across your nerves. And the way Jake kissed you, it was like he wanted to claim your every essence.

He kissed you, he fucked you like he wanted to take the breath out of your lungs. And it did, it made you forget. Made you forget the guilt of losing your family, losing Kent, losing the entire life you had before the outbreak.

A groan rips through the quiet morning air. The hairs on your arms stick up as you recognize the painful, scratchy sound. You remember the sound right away. It’s a neurocorpse. You’d almost forgotten that was the trade-off when you got dragged into the safe zone. 

But back out here, you're on your own. No guards, no walls, no guns.

But it's not the same as before. You glance at the men to your side, and things will never be like how they were before. For better or for worse.

And God, you hope it's for the better.

note: Chapter Six is here! Stay tuned because Sunghoon and Sunoo are going to be introduced soon! And yes, Ni-ki and Jungwon are going to be woven back into the story! Thank you so much for the support. I appreciate every like and reblog; it really means the world to me! I hope you're liking the characterization so far, and I hope you don't hate me for the love triangle that's only going to get messier. Let me know your thoughts! Are you rooting for Jake or Jay? My inbox is always open. Until next time <3

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ot7 vampire enhypen — human blood bank series

season 4, part one

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“tell me all your deepest, all your darkest desires.”

you sat up terror written across your face. breathing rapidly, you began gasping for air, your body burning up from the nightmare that has been taunting you for the past week.

those silver canines flooding your dreams over and over again like it was something you desired or craved in life. but it was something you feared.

once coming to, relief washed over you. realizing that’s all it was, the nightmare. your breathing slowly began to go back to normal. suddenly, your clothing felt too tight, too damp. your sweat had soaked your night clothes.

you put your head in your palms, taking a deep breath preparing to get out of bed. 3:03 am.

quickly getting up, you slung the shirt off and grabbed a random oversized shirt that you’ve stolen from your best friend, same with taking off your sleep shorts and slipping on clean boxers you’ve as well stolen from your best friend.

when you walked out of your room from your dorm to your shared kitchen space with your roommate, the last thing you expected to see was that said best friend leaning over your fridge with a cooked, frozen waffle hanging from his mouth.

“kim sunwoo, what are you doing?” you asked, hands on your hips.

sunwoo turned to you with a cheeky smile, biting the waffle, holding it in his hand, “oh uh,” he began, his cheeks flushed red.

you shook your head with a smile. “how did you even get in?”

“your roommate was leaving when she saw us coming up.” sunwoo smiled.

it was no shock yunah was leaving at random hours of the night. you got used to it pretty quick. she told you she had bad insomnia and would take random runs when she couldn’t sleep.

“us?” you asked concerned, and that’s when you heard the water in the bathroom running, and soon after, a drunken eric stumble out.

“dude, my hands smell like cherries!” eric laughed, holding his hands out. when he saw you, he quickly put them down and whispered, “oh shit, did we wake you up?”

“no,” you sighed. “couldn’t sleep.” you smiled towards the two who looked at you with concern. “did you both stumble to my dorm because you couldn’t make it home?”

both pouted and nodded. they couldn’t handle their alcohol well. “jacob and yeonjun left us in the dust!” eric pouted.

“oh too bad.” you feaned sorry. hopefully their drunk asses wouldn’t bother you too much on why you couldn’t sleep, and soon would be sleep themselves. “so who wants the bed, who wants the floo—,”

“bed!” sunwoo called dibs and ran to your room with his waffle. eric scratched his head with a huff.

“not fair! he always gets the bed!” eric gruffed.

“well, become her best friend and you’ll get the bed for once!” sunwoo stuck his tongue out at the younger one.

“he would literally try to kill me if i tried to steal you from him.” eric chuckled.

you patted eric’s shoulder soothingly, “come on, let’s get you two to bed.” you told him walking into your room. “and don’t even think about throwing up in my room!”

7:23 am

this time when you woke up, you were sweating for a different reason. you were smushed between two growing boys on your bed.

sitting up, sunwoo laid on one side, eric on the other. he had completely abandoned the makeshift bed you made for him on the floor.

“eric!” you moaned annoyed, shaking him awake, him close to the edge. he grabbed onto your bare thighs.

“mhm, no.” he moaned back, cuddling deeper into your blanket.

“fine.” you huffed, crawling off your bed weirdly, a smack landing to your ass, and you turned around frowning at none other than sunwoo.

“hands to yourself, jerk.”

“where are you going?”

“going to get coffee. i was wondering why i didn’t sleep well. it was because i was squished between you two. and not in a good way.” you started grabbing jean shorts and a random shirt from your drawer.

sunwoo smirked, “and a good way would be?”

“a threesome,”

eric popped up from his sleep, alert like a pup. “i’m up.”

“go back to sleep sohn. only in your dreams would you two get a threesome with me.”

ᓚᘏᗢ

although it was just a little before 8 in the morning, the fall air made it worth it. autumn was one of your favorite seasons. halloween was less than a week away, and although you really didn’t care for halloween, you loved to see decorations and it means it was closer to your favorite holiday — christmas.

you preferred autumn weather but loved the christmas season and flavors.

and although it was late october and 8 in the morning, it was still 65° fahrenheit outside so it was still perfect for jean shorts, graphic tee, and a simple grey zip jacket with you favorite sneakers.

at the on campus coffee shop, you ordered your usual drink with a pastry, fingers drumming on the counter.

“ever thought about trying something new?” a smooth, deep voice sounded from behind you.

turning around to let whoever said that go next in line, your mouth gaped open at the tall guy, blonde hair, and dark clothing.

“ever thought about minding your business?” was out of your mouth before you could think. you quickly tucked you bottom lip inbetween your teeth.

the guy chuckled, paying the cashier after ordering. that’s when you realized that you also never paid after ordering.

the cashier went to help the other barista with the drinks. “wait, i never paid!” you called after her.

“no worries, i took care of it.”

you looked up at the blonde hair stranger. “oh, uh, thank you.” you bowed. “how can i ever repay you?”

before he could come up with an idea, the bell over the door chimed once again, catching your attention.

“mr. park?” you questioned aloud.

“i’ve told you and your classmates to call me jay, plenty of times.” your teaching assistant for english literature smiled. he came up to the counter, where you stood.

he looked over to the tall one, his smile going into a thin line. “riki.”

“jay.”

you felt the tension. “okay, awkward.” you mumbled. the barista saving you by calling out your name for your drink and pastry.

going to the pick up counter, you saw riki’s drink ready as well, and as you went to grab his attention both him and jay had disappeared.

you frowned. why would he let such a good coffee go to waste? you grabbed his drink as well, looking at the ingredients of what he had ordered. nothing close to what you had ordered.

however when you took a sip, wanting to try something new, your taste buds welcomed the new flavor openly.

leaving the coffee shop, you walked the distance back to your dorm, unaware you were being watched.

riki and heeseung on one side. jay and sunghoon on the other.

“she’s sweet. i wonder if her blood is too.” heeseung smirked. riki scoffed.

“if it’s like the lore says, it’s more than sweet. it’s addictive.” riki narrowed his eyes in on you. “and it’s just what i need to finish becoming the most powerful vampire on earth.”

“behind bang chan of course.” heeseung said matter of fact.

riki waved it off. “he’s hybrid, he doesn’t count.”

to lore, one taste of your blood, and rikis powers will be in full swing, full force. almost to the point heeseung might have to lock him away for a few days before he’s back out into the community.

riki remembers his first taste of human blood. he felt like a freak, but a powerful freak. it’s the reason he and jay never got along.

jay and sunghoon watched heeseung and niki with close eyes until they disappeared. “he’s not going to give up. do you think he knows about her ancestry?” sunghoon whispered to jay.

“he has to, riki has never been interested in a girl this much before. not since his first love, or his second love.” jay replied.

the enhypen brothers first love, sooha. how they’re all connected.

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SNAP SHOOT 🎞️ FT. PSH

synopsis: when your company feeds you to the wolves and sends you, an inexperienced idol, into the acting world, you expect very little pomp from it. soon enough, you learn that coffee-stained prada, twitter beef, overprotective fans, and a fake relationship are all it takes to send your onscreen boyfriend, park sunghoon, straight into your lap. but hey.. bad pr is still pr, right?

pairing: idol! park sunghoon x female idol! reader

genre: idol au, enemies to lovers, fake dating

warnings: ignore time stamps, suggestive jokes, ive members used as face claims for sake of photos, ignore the timeline, chapter names are subject to change

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CHAPTERS

ONE - the pilot episode

TWO - future boyfriend

THREE - moka from illit

FOUR - crush culture

FIVE - live tweeting from hell

SIX - thirty thousand?

SEVEN - wrong number lol

EIGHT - chemistry, like the class

NINE - coffee truck

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baby, baby, baby ──── PART TWO ✦

always and forever, l.h. ⭑.ᐟ ⤷ part 2 of baby, baby, baby 𓂃🧸۶ৎ ˚ʚɞ˚ (read here.)

exboyf idol!heeseung x youngmom!reader

length: 13.7k

contains: angst, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, protective heeseung, protective ot7, abandonment issues, co-parenting, heeseung genuinely throws hands, enha has your back, group confrontation, happy ending

warnings: toxic ex-relationship, threats/intimidation, light violence (pushing and grabbing), fighting, implied trauma, toxic parent dynamic, slut-shaming, your ex is the acc worst

synopsis: you and heeseung finally have things figured out and, yes, it's everything you hoped it would be. but things get complicated when your ex-boyfriend (and the father of your child) appears at your home, demanding you make space for him in your daughter's life.

with a threat against heeseung and an unfortunate miscommunication, the trust he's been working so hard to build with you is put to the final test.

⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ wowwowoww this took SUCH a long time but i was not done with y/n and heeseung. genuinely the most dramatic and indulgent angst i have ever written but, what can i say? i'm a sucker for a man who's willing to defend what's his.

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“Heeseung!” You called, cursing lightly as Hana wriggled out of your grasp and tore off towards the car.

Heeseung looked up, eyes locking onto the small child barreling towards him as he closed the trunk of your car. His feet were covered in sand, hair sticking up, the dark strands stiff with sea water.

Your daughter looked the same—sandy, saltwatered, and windswept as she attempted to dodge him, her hands outstretched towards the fading light of the beach.

Heeseung caught her with an arm around the waist and hoisted her, kicking legs and all, to his chest.

“Come on, supergirl,” He said, using a free hand to brush the sand off her feet. “Time to go home.”

“No!”

Her new favorite word. 

“No?” He said, bringing her around to the backseat. “You don’t want to go home and eat all this candy we got?”

“No!”

“No, you don’t want to put on your new pjs that Uncle Jay bought you?”

“No!”

He hummed while he wrestled her into her car seat, strapping her in with practiced ease. “No, you don’t want to get mommy all wet while she gives you your bath?”

“No!!”

He grinned. “I see. Guess I’ll have to take care of that one, then.”

You slapped him on the shoulder. "You're gross."

Hana laughed at that, mimicking you with a few light slaps to his hands.

"What do you think, baby, am I gross?" He asked, brushing her wet hair back from her forehead.

She rammed her little fists into his arm, squealing in delight. "No!"

"That's what I thought," He said, closing her door and climbing into the front seat.

There was a time when Heeseung thought co-parenting would be a challenge—that the demands of caring for a toddler might strain your relationship, make things overly complicated. Tense. The way they had been between you and your ex.

He used to lie awake in his room, eyes heavy, chest tight with the fear that he’d mess it all up. That he didn’t have what it took, and that he’d hurt you worse than he ever had before.

But—like most things about the two of you—he’d been wrong.

You and Heeseung had slipped into a rhythm so tender, so natural, it was hard to believe there’d ever been a time without it. 

He still lived at the dorm with the other guys, but he spent most nights at your house. During the day, he attended recording sessions and rehearsals, filmed content, and planned for upcoming tour dates as they prepared for their album release.

But he found his way back to you every night. To the contained chaos of your house, the sound of your daughter's laughter, to the warmth of you beside him.

"Hey," He'd say, kicking his shoes off at the door. "How're my two favorite girls?"

"Fussy. And tired," You'd answer, relishing the feeling of his lips on your temple, and his hand on your back.

For every night he’d spent tangled in doubt, there was one you’d spent the same—lying awake with old fears rattling in your head. That you were getting yourself into something you might regret, and all the hours you spent together would one day come to an end. 

But it was getting easier and easier to push these thoughts away.

Heeseung was intentional with you. Direct. Clear. All the things you’d wished for years ago during your first time together. When he made promises, he followed through. When he saw you having a hard time, he took over.

It seemed instinctual, the way he could tell what you needed when things were overwhelming. You weren’t used to it. Asking for help had never been your strong suit, and sometimes the discomfort of it brought you to tears.

But Heeseung guided you through this new territory with ease, never once making you feel like you were too much.

He fit into your life like a puzzle piece, something that had been a part of you even before you knew it was missing. It had only been three months, but Heeseung had quickly become an irreplaceable part of your life. 

——

The car was quiet. Hana's babbling had grown softer as the day caught up to her. The radio was on the lowest setting, a song you could barely make out mixing with the sound of your daughter’s tired muttering.

Heeseung’s hand rested gently on your knee as he drove, his other wrist draped over the steering wheel while he traced absent-minded patterns over your skin.

By the time you were parked in your driveway, Hana was out, cheeks pink from the sun, head lolling against her car seat.

You reached back to brush a curl away from her face, your heart spinning at the feeling of her skin beneath your fingers. Heeseung's touch was equally gentle, thumbing over your knee as he watched you in the mirror.

"I think a bath will have to wait until tomorrow," You said quietly. "We should just get her to bed." You turned around in your seat as Heeseung moved his hand to rest on the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair.

"Hm, an early night with no responsibilities. Whatever will we do with all the extra time?" He said teasingly, leaning forward to kiss you.

Your heart still fluttered when he did that. 

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Lee," You muttered against his lips. "Come on."

Hana's body was heavy in your arms as you carried her up your steps, her diaper bag dangling from your fingers. The house was quiet, still warm from the summer heat as you pushed the door open, trying not to wake the sleeping toddler on your hip.

But as you stepped into the living room, your breath caught. The diaper bag slipped from your grasp, thudding against the ground.

"Babe, have you seen her water bottle—" Heeseung's voice trailed off as he came in behind you. You felt him tense.

He was there. In your house. Leaning against the kitchen counter like he owned the place.

Jace.

Looking at him now, it was so obvious that you'd started dating him all those years ago to get your mind off of Heeseung's absence. The two couldn't have been more different.

Jace's face was carefully guarded, eyes darting between the three of you with cold calculation. His gaze lingered on Hana, her head resting on your shoulder, hand curled around your hair.

His lip curled lightly at the sight of her, that same look that he used to give every time you'd ask him for help, every time you'd beg him to spend time with her. It wasn't hatred. It wasn't even disgust.

It was inconvenience.

Like simply being in the same room as you two was exhausting for him.

Heeseung moved closer behind you, silent. His presence eased some of the panic that was bubbling up your throat. The shift in his posture was unmistakable—tense, protective, itching to step in if you needed him. 

His shoulder brushed yours, a silent reassurance. I'm right here, it said.

Something shifted in Jace's expression as his gaze flicked to Heeseung, taking in the man standing in his place. His face hardened, eyes narrowing, knuckles white as he crossed his arms.

"Long day?" He said finally, voice far too casual for how tense the air around you had become.

You tightened your hold on Hana, shifting her higher against your chest. “What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice wavering slightly.

Jace shrugged, as if there was nothing unusual about the situation at all. The tightness in your throat said otherwise.

"You've been ignoring my calls. Thought I'd stop by in person. I wanted to see my daughter."

The way he said it, my daughter, sent a shiver down the back of your neck. Heeseung let out a low breath, his brows furrowed. 

"You can't just—" You swallowed, your throat dry. "You can't just let yourself in."

"Funny, I'm pretty sure my name's still on the lease. My key still fits in the door. Should've done something about that if you didn't want me coming home."

Heeseung stepped forward, dropping the bag he was holding with a thump. "You need to leave," He said, voice low and even. There was an edge to it that you'd never heard before. Wary. Defensive.

"Oh, right. The boyfriend." Jace pushed away from the counter, crossing the room until he was uncomfortably close. "Heeseung, right? So you're the one who hit the road all those years ago?" His face twisted disdainfully. "Surprised she let you back in the door. Maybe my odds are better than I thought."

Heeseung didn't budge. "You're not wanted here," He said steadily.

"You like playing house with someone else's kid?"

"If that's what you wanna call it, then yeah, I do." He retorted, eyes darkening. "You need to go."

"That's my daughter," Jace said, pointing at Hana. He looked at you then, eyes darting around your face. "Our daughter."

Your heart twisted painfully at that—our daughter—the words you used to pray to hear. The ones he used to spit at you, like she was some kind of disease you'd brought him.

“Figured it was time I start being a part of her life,” He said, fingers twitching like he was thinking about reaching out, touching her. 

You took a step backward, your grip on Hana tightening. Heeseung’s hand was at your back instantly, steadying you.

"Why are you really here?" You asked. "You could have shown up any time before this."

Jace's face changed, that look of forced regret that you'd come to know so well settling over his sharp features. "I didn't know if you wanted me here, y/n. You said some harsh things last time we saw each other."

You frowned. “You didn’t know if... Jace, I called you— I..." You bit your lip, trying to focus on the feeling of Heeseung's thumb smoothing over your lower back.

"I know. And I know I should have been there..." He rubbed at the back of his head. "You know how hard it was for me. I wasn't... I wasn't ready."

"And you want me to believe that suddenly you are?"

He frowned. "Why are you acting like I was never there for you?"

"Because you weren't."

Your heart beat wildly in your chest. Jace had this way of making you feel small. You’d been through it before—his ability to twist every conversation, to make you question your own instincts.

You hated how easily he was doing it now.

"You know, I remember what it was like.” His voice was careful, measured. “When you were alone. When he was gone. I’m surprised you’ve forgiven him so quickly."

Your face hardened.

“Does he know what a mess he left behind when he took off to go prancing around onstage for a bunch of teenage girls?”

“Stop it, Jace.”

You saw what he was trying to do—force himself between you and Heeseung so he could wedge back into your life. You weren’t going to let him do it. 

"What? You don't want him to know what a mess you were? How I had to pick up the pieces after he tossed you aside like you were nothing? Don’t act like I wasn’t there for you, y/n. We both know that’s not true.”

Your looked away, heat rising to your face. His words were dredging up memories you’d tried hard to forget. Moments that filled you with shame and disappointment: the nights you’d spent crying into his chest—long before the pregnancy, before the distance grew between you—begging him to help you forget about Heeseung.

The way you’d let him slip back in even after he'd left you and Hana, just for the help, just for the comfort of not being completely alone. Moments that you swore you'd never repeat.

"I was the one you'd call when you were scared and alone. I was the one who came over when you felt like you were doing everything wrong." He looked at Heeseung then. “You know she still calls me? Every time something’s up with Hana, I get a message. Did she tell you that?”

Heeseung’s face was hard, the edge of his jaw sharp as he ground his teeth. You hadn’t told him that. 

It wasn’t like you were talking to Jace all the time, and the number of texts you sent him went down significantly when Heeseung reentered your life, but… he was the father of your child. 

A part of you still clung to the idea that Hana would get to grow up knowing her dad. Could anyone fault you for trying to include him when it mattered?

“You think I’m gonna feel threatened by a few text messages?” Heeseung said, though you could hear the tension in his voice. 

You glanced at him. This wasn’t how you’d imagined this conversation going. Still, Heeseung never wavered. He glared at Jace, who crossed his arms and shrugged.

“I just want to make sure you know who y/n’s going to when it really counts.” 

You shook your head, as if clearing his words from your ears. "That's bullshit and you know it. I can’t rely on you for anything. You hated being here. You hated me.”

“Come on, y/n, is that really how you remember me?”

You laughed humorlessly. “It’s exactly how I remember you. You didn't mind it when things were easy—when I was the one carrying all the responsibilities, but when things got hard, you left. You gave up."

"And you think he won't do the same?"

Heeseung bristled beside you.

"You think he won't get sick of you, too? The sad single mom act gets old after a while, believe me."

"Fuck you," You snarled, pressing Hana to your chest as she stirred, letting out a whine at the volume of your voice.

His face twisted, the facade of concern vanishing behind one of anger, and there was the man you knew so well. The one who made you feel trapped, out of control, threatened. The one who couldn't stand being told no.

"I'm the reason you have a place to live," He spat back. "I'm the reason you have a kid to call your own. Why are you acting like I'm the bad guy? You used to love it when I'd come around like this."

Your chest tightened. "I'm taking care of my child."

"You're ungrateful."

Heeseung's fingers closed around the back of your shirt. His voice was sharp, dangerous. "Don't. Don't talk to her like that."

"Why the fuck are you still here?" Jace said, exasperated. "Have I not made myself clear? I've got it. You can run off like you did before. It shouldn't be very hard for you. The way she explained it, it sounded like leaving was the easiest thing you'd ever done."

"Jace," You said, voice low.

"No, we've spent enough time talking about me. How about him? Where were you while y/n was going through all this? If you're so great, why did she need me to pick up the pieces after you tossed her aside?” He looked at you. “What did he say? That things would be different this time around? You’re a smart girl, y/n, I find it hard to believe you’d fall for something like that.”

“You don’t know anything about us.”

Jace’s voice was steady. “I know he doesn’t know you half as well as I do.”

“Bullshit,” Heeseung said.

“Yeah? Try having a kid with someone first, maybe then you’ll get it.”

He scoffed. "Are you an idiot? You left her."

"So did you."

"I'm here now."

Jace held his arms out. "And what do you think I'm trying to do?"

Heeseung balled his fists, clearly trying to contain himself. Hana lifted her head slowly, blinking up at you tiredly.

Jace's eyes were locked on you. "Come on, baby. You're not really gonna kick me out, are you?"

Your throat tightened.

"That's my kid, y/n."

"I want you to go," You said firmly, digging your fingers into your daughter's shirt. "Now."

Jace sighed, dropping his hands to his sides. "You're not really giving me much of a choice here."

"Did you not hear what she said?! Get the fuck out!"

He narrowed his eyes at Heeseung, jaw tightening. That infuriatingly calm demeanor that always used to send you spiraling. He held his hands up. 

"Look, I don't want to make your life harder. Especially you, man," He nodded at Heeseung. "I know you have a reputation to keep up. I'd hate for your fans to catch wind that their fav is too busy hanging around another guy's kid to keep singing his little songs."

You inhaled sharply. Heeseung tensed

The threat hung between them, crackling with energy. Heesueng kept his eyes on Jace as he made his way towards the door, his jaw set.

"I'll let you two think about that. See you soon, y/n."

The door closed behind him, plunging the room into an almost suffocating silence. Hana whimpered softly against your shoulder, and you rocked her gently, though you hardly realized you were doing it. Your pulse thundered in your ears.

Heeseung hovered beside you, his expression taut. He was breathing hard, the adrenaline of the interaction still fresh in the clench of his fists, the rigid line of his jaw.

His thumb brushed lightly against your shoulder, a wordless reassurance that he was there, he wasn’t going anywhere. But there was a flicker of something in his eyes—doubt, hurt—something you could see him trying to swallow.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

You nodded, your breath shallow. "I'm sorry you had to see that," You said, meeting his gaze hesitantly. 

He was staring at the counter, where Jace had been leaning when you first walked in. You could practically see his mind racing, the thoughts flying behind his eyes as he worked his way through his emotions. 

“I didn’t know you still talked to him,” He said flatly, not meeting your eyes. His voice was calm, neutral, but you knew that look on his face. 

He was trying not to care. And he was failing miserably. 

“I…” You started. “I don’t, Heeseung. Not really. It’s been weeks—”

“Weeks?” He looked at you.

The hurt was plain on his face. He’d been with you for three months—Hana had started walking, learned how to say your names—and the news that you’d been talking to your ex during that time seemed to crash over him, his expression falling. 

You felt your throat tighten, defensiveness creeping up the back of your tongue. Jace was the father of your child. The man responsible for giving you your daughter. Did it really bother Heeseung that bad? That you had a one-off exchange every now and then to check in about your kid? 

Of course, it did. 

“I wasn’t trying to keep it from you,” You managed, searching his face. “It’s just… it’s complicated.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

His tone made you wince. Not because it was loud, or angry, but because he sounded genuinely hurt.

“I wasn’t trying to lie to you, I just— Look, nothing’s going on between us, Heeseung. I would never do that to you—”

“God, no, y/n,” He said, stepping away as he ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not what this is about.”

“Then what’s the big deal?” You asked defensively, fidgeting with the edge of Hana’s shirt. She had her fingers on your necklace, blissfully unaware of the tension growing between you and Heeseung.

“It is a big deal, y/n. Not because I think something is going on— I would never—” He huffed, frustrated. “I’m trying to be here for you. For both of you. I wish you would let me.” 

“I am! That’s her dad, Heeseung! Are you really angry with me for trying to involve him in her life?”

“Yes! I am, actually.” He put his hands on his hips, his soft features hardened by the frown on his face. “What the hell could he possibly bring to her life but pain and confusion? Do you really want him around her, y/n? Really?”

You flushed. “I want her to be able to make that choice when she’s—”

He cut you off. “No. You have to make that choice for her. You’re her mom. You’re supposed to keep her safe.”

You tensed, anger rising up your chest. “You don’t get to talk about what being her mom means.”

“I don’t understand why you’d go to him for anything—especially about Hana,” He said angrily. 

“It’s not for you to understand! You don’t know what it’s like—” 

“He practically broke into your house, y/n! He threatened you—he threatened her.”

“He threatened you,” You snapped. “God, I knew this would happen!”

That shut him up for a second. 

His jaw clenched. “Knew what would happen?”

“This!” You gestured at him. “That it was going to be too much, trying to balance your career and being here with us. You were going to have to choose eventually.”

His expression broke, actually broke. He looked away as his face cracked, eyes glassy. Hanna began to fuss against your chest, glancing between you with an upset expression on her face.

The sight of both of them broke your heart.

“You know what happens if people find out, Heeseung. You know.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care.”

“They’ll tear her apart. They’ll tear me apart.”

“I won’t let that happen!” He snapped. Then he looked at you, brows furrowed, the pain written across his face. “How could you say that to me? That I’d have to choose? You know I— You know that I choose this. Choose you.”

“Then what do you want from me!?”

“I want you to choose me back.” He stared at you, his lip trembling like he was a second away from breaking down completely. “I want you to rely on me. You think I can’t handle it, and I’m trying to show you that I can!”

“You heard what Jace said.”

“You think I give a fuck what he says? I’ll protect you, y/n— We’ll protect you.”

“And if he really does it?” 

He paused, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

“If he leaks our relationship and people find out. Your fans get pissed off. They come for me and my daughter, they tear us apart. Threaten your future. What then? Are you still gonna be choosing me when that happens?”

He stared at you. “I don’t understand why you’re pushing me away.”

The words kept coming, bitter and breathless, like they were choking you. Tears welled behind your eyes. “Because, Heeseung. You don’t know what it’s like, to be left again and again and still try to believe someone when they say they’ll stay.” 

You swallowed, voice trembling. “I’m sorry that you’re angry at me. I’m sorry that I text Hana’s dad sometimes, but—” You bit your lip, your vision blurring. “—I don’t know what I’m doing. I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I— I’m making it up as I go along, and I just—I just got used to you being here.”

Heeseung’s hand twitched by his side.

“So, if you’re going to go, do it. Now,” You spat, though your voice was weak. You were shaking, clinging to Hana like she was a lifeline, the only thing you could truly rely on. “Just get it over with.”

You felt your throat burn as he stepped towards you. You were used to the aftermath of a fight like this. The insults, the accusations. The days of silence that followed, that left you broken and scared. 

And god, you were scared. Scared that you’d pushed him too far. That he was going to turn and get his things, slam the door closed behind him like Jace was always doing. 

You whimpered as his hands went to your arms, fingers gripping your sleeves. Not harsh—sure. Steady. 

You braced for the sting. The familiar recoil of being pulled away from. The snapping words, the withdrawal, the rejection. But they never came. 

Heeseung’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “Why do you have so little faith in me?”

Your chest seized. 

He looked pained. “I don’t know how else to show you that I’m here, but I’m trying.” 

You couldn’t help it—you started to cry.

His voice was quiet, earnest. “You can trust me. I want you to trust me.” He said it firmly, pulling you to his chest as if he just said it the right way, said it enough times, the words might sink into your skin. Might finally stick. 

The moment you were in your arms, that you realized he wasn’t leaving, the weight of it all came crashing down. Your breath caught in your throat, your hands shaking.

“I’m sorry,” You gasped out. “I’m sorry I said that. Heeseung—”

He pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair. “I know. It’s okay.” 

Smushed between you, Hana began to squirm, her voice rising in protest. Heeseung pulled away enough to look down at her. 

You watched as he brushed her hair out of the way, his face soft, and sorry, and scared. It was written all over him—the way he had one hand wrapped around you, the other thumbing gently at Hana’s cheek—he was scared of losing you.  

The same way you were about him. 

“We’re okay, aren’t we?” Heeseung said, leaning down to look at Hana. The words were meant for her, but they sank into your heart all the same. 

We’re okay. 

You pressed your face to the top of her head and closed your eyes, allowing the lingering scent of salt and sunscreen to soothe the last of your unease. 

We’re okay. If you could believe in nothing else, you believed in that.  

You fell asleep that night with your face pressed against Heeseung’s neck, his heart thrumming gently against your cheek. Lying there with his arms around your shoulders, it was hard to remember that you’d fought at all, or that there had been anything to fight about in the first place.

Jace seemed a world away. The words you’d thrown out of fear and defensiveness seemed a world away. For that blissful night, you believed what he’d said: that he would protect you, and that as long as you were together, nothing was going to get between you and your family. 

But it was never going to be that simple. 

——

Things were tense for the next few days. There was no outright evidence to point to—no tone, no passive aggressive comments, no real change in behavior. They were just… different. 

Heeseung seemed to be treading more carefully around you. He no longer stepped in to help you with Hana where he saw fit, like she was just as much his responsibility as she was yours.

You’d never minded when he did that. His instincts were usually right, and you liked that he felt a sense of entitlement to caring for her. It was a wordless sort of reassurance that you’d come to rely on. 

Now, he waited for you to ask him for help, as if scared of overstepping a boundary that you couldn’t remember ever placing. He hovered. He was there the moment you needed him, but that sense of belonging, of being a single unit, it seemed to get smaller and smaller.

You tried not to read too much into it. He wanted you to trust him.

That’s what he had said. 

That he wanted you to rely on him, that he wasn’t going anywhere, that your days of second-guessing yourself and your relationship could finally be over. 

But it was hard for you. Of course, it was. You really did try, but it wasn’t easy when he seemed quieter than usual. It wasn’t easy when his once steady hand around Hana’s waist became hesitant, unsure. 

And it wasn’t easy when he got a phone call Sunday afternoon, and stepped into the hallway to take it. 

“Hey Heeseung, can you come back to the dorm? Management is here.” 

Jungwon’s voice was casual, but there was an underlying that edge that made Heeseung’s stomach twist uncertainly. 

“Sure. Is everything okay?” He asked, glancing back at you and Hana playing on the carpet. 

“It’s fine. Just get here when you can.”

You looked up from the living room floor as he hung up the phone. 

“Was that Jungwon?”

He nodded, grabbing his jacket from the couch. “Yeah, management is at the dorm. I guess they’re calling everyone in.” 

You didn’t miss the flicker of uncertainty that crossed his face, the interaction with Jace still fresh in both your minds. But Hana was climbing across your legs, her hands grabbing at the strands of hair falling out of your braid, and the look was gone as soon as it came, replaced by one of soft encouragement at your daughter’s venturing. 

Heeseung squatted down, brushing the hair out of her face and giving you a kiss on your temple. “I’ll be back later, okay? I’ll text you.” 

“Okay,” You said, your throat tightening as he got up, the smell of his cologne lingering as the door shut behind him. 

An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach in the silence that followed, but you did your best to push it away. We’re okay. Heeseung’s words echoed in your mind, and despite the age-old insecurities that still lingered in you, you chose to believe him. 

He’d be back later. He’d text you. You’d fall asleep the same way you had for the past few months, wrapped within his protective embrace and comforted by the fact that no matter what happened, you had each other. 

Only, he didn’t text you later that night. 

In fact, he didn’t come back at all. 

——

“This is bullshit.” 

Heeseung stood in the middle of his dorm’s living room, jacket in his hands, shoes still on as if ready to bolt out the door at any moment. And he wanted to. 

He was furious.

He’d told you he’d be back. That he would text you when he was on his way, but his phone—along with everyone else’s—now resided inside a cardboard box that was tucked securely under the arm of their manager, Sejin. 

“It’s just while we figure out how serious this guy is,” Sejin reminded him for what was probably the tenth time that night.

Heeseung wasn’t having any of it. “That’s bullshit!” He repeated, looking to the others for backup. 

They were scattered around the living room, looking equally annoyed at the news, but not very eager to chime in. 

The email had come that morning. An vague threat from an unfamiliar contact that Heeseung had no trouble identifying as Jace. The members had been gathered back at the dorm to discuss the next step in dealing with this, and the plan that was proposed made Heeseung want to throw something at the wall. 

Instead, he huffed at his groupmates’ silence, and shook his head. “You can’t keep us here,” He said angrily.

Sejin was exasperated. “I’m not changing my mind.”

“Give me my phone back.”

“We can’t risk it, Heeseung. You know that.”

“At least let me call her!” 

“Heeseung, stop it!”

Sejin’s voice bounced off the walls. He pointed a finger, knuckles white. 

“You are the reason that we’re in this situation in the first place. I told you restarting this relationship was a mistake, and now we have threats—serious threats—that someone is going to go public with this information.” 

Heeseung ground his jaw, fists clenching by his side. 

“Do you even understand what happens if this leaks?” Sejin stared him down, wearing a look Heeseung hadn’t seen since he was a trainee. The one that said he was in charge, and that Heeseung would do well to remember it. 

It made his hair stand on end. 

“If this story breaks, you can say goodbye to the comeback. To the tour. Your MNET nomination—any nominations. This won’t just tank your name, it’ll drag the whole group down with it.”

Heeseung’s gaze flicked toward the others, who sat silently, watching.

“None of them asked to be part of this,” Sejin went on, his tone sharp. “And now you’ve made them targets for a potentially career-ending scandal.”

Heeseung could hardly speak, he was so angry, “I’m not saying it’s not a big deal, but dating scandals come out all the time! We’ve survived worse, I don’t understand—”

Sejin slammed his hand on the table, causing everyone to flinch. “It’s not a dating scandal, Heeseung! She has a kid. That changes everything. You know it does.” 

Heeseung bit his lip, so furious that his hands were trembling. He felt his rage contort into something else, something worse. Shame. Helplessness. Guilt. 

Of course, he knew that this was serious, that he’d put the others at risk for something that didn’t involve them, but that wasn’t what he wanted to hear from his manager. Not even close.

Sure, he could comfort you. He could tell you everything would be alright until he was blue in the face, and he’d mean every word of it. But what he wanted—god, he felt so stupid—what he needed was for someone to say the same to him.

To tell him it would be okay.

That this would blow over. That someone was handling it. That he didn’t have to fix everything himself.

Because the honest truth was that Heeseung was scared. 

The interaction with Jace had shaken him more than he could admit. He wanted to be strong for you, to protect you and Hana from whatever complications might come with your being together, but he felt powerless now. 

He wanted someone to tell him that it was going to be okay. And Sejin wasn’t giving him that. Not even close.

“Stop thinking about yourself for one second and think about what happens if your name becomes associated with this kid,” He continued. “She’ll be the first thing that comes up when people look up anything related to you. Yours or not, she’ll be your headline. Your scandal. Your mistake.”

Heeseung glared, his voice low. “She’s not a mistake.” 

Sejin didn’t budge. “It doesn’t matter what she is to you. She’s a liability to everyone else.”

“This isn’t fair.”

He held a hand up. Final. “No phone. No calls. No leaving this dorm until we hear back from our lawyers.”

“Sejin—”

“I’m not asking, Heeseung.” His voice was low. Dangerous. 

The other looked between them nervously. Jungwon was perched on the arm of the couch, looking as though he wanted to say something but feared he might receive the same treatment Heeseung had.

He hesitated. “I think y/n should know what’s going on.”

Sejin sighed. “Jungwon, you heard what I—”

“I’m not saying Heeseung should be the one to do it,” He said quickly. “I just think you should tell her what’s happening. She’s going to wonder why Heeseung isn’t messaging her, and she might come here. It’ll be even worse if someone gets a picture of her outside the dorm.”

Sejin paused, considering his words. “Fine. We’ll get in touch with her. But that’s it,” He said seriously, eyeing Heeseung. 

Heeseung bit back everything he wanted to say, everything he should have said, as the team shuffled out of the dorm. He kept his fists clenched by his side as the door slammed shut, leaving them all in silence.

For a moment, no one moved. Then, Heeseung collapsed into a chair and ran a hand through his hair. He sighed.

“I’m sorry,” He managed, struggling to look at the others.

Sunghoon shook his head. “It’s not your fault.”

The others murmured in agreement. 

“You didn’t ask this guy to go sharing your personal life with the public.”

“No, but I should have known better,” He insisted, bouncing his leg restlessly. “God, I told y/n I’d be back tonight. She’s probably freaking out right now.”

Jake moved in, pulling a chair out from the table and sitting down. “What happened anyways?” 

“Yeah, how did this guy even find out about you?” Jay came to join them at the table, the others following suit.

Heeseung broke into a long-winded explanation of how the evening had unfolded—getting home from the beach, seeing Jace there in the kitchen. The way he had spoken to you, like he was responsible for every good thing in your life. 

Like he was the reason you had anything to call your own. Like he was the reason Hana was growing up so well. Like you weren’t the one who had fought tooth and nail to give your daughter a good life.

Just thinking about it made Heeseung’s hands ball in his lap.

“So he, like, broke in?” Jake asked incredulously. “Like, was just waiting for her to get home?”

“Yup.”

“I’m glad you were there with her,” Sunghoon said. “Who knows what would’ve happened if she was alone.”

Jungwon was quiet for a while before he glanced at Heeseung. “I can’t imagine how overwhelming this must be.” 

“It’s fine… I just wish we were together right now, you know?” Heeseung sighed.

“Not for you. For y/n.”

He looked up.

“Maybe…” Jungwon said, speaking slowly, “Maybe this is good. The space, I mean.” 

Everyone looked at him.

He held his hands up. “I’m just saying—this is a lot, right? The press, her ex, Hana..”

Heeseung blinked. “What are you trying to say?”

Jungwon hesitated. “I’m not saying it’s your fault, because it’s not. It’s just…” His voice softened. “Y/n’s had a really hard time. And I don’t think we’re making things any easier for her.”

It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t even wrong. But it hit Heeseung like a blow to the stomach. 

Not we, he thought. Me. 

Sunoo looked between them, watching the emotions that passed over Heeseung’s face—the way his shoulders dropped, how quiet he became.

He half-laughed, clapping his hand on Jungwon’s shoulder. “Oh, come on, I don’t think that’s true,” He said lightly. “I mean, you might be right, the space might be good—but she loves you, Heeseung. And she’s tough. She can handle more than we give her credit for.”

Heeseung nodded, suddenly wishing that he was alone. 

He didn’t say anything. Not when the others chimed in to agree, not when the conversation began to shift, not even when they dispersed to hang out in their rooms or go back to gaming on the couch. 

He just sat there, Jungwon’s words replaying in his mind.

I don’t think we’re making things any easier for her.

It looped in his head like a chorus, burning at the back of his throat like a pill he couldn’t quite swallow. Jungwon hadn’t meant it to be harsh, but Heeseung couldn’t let go of it.

You’d had a hard time. He wasn’t making it any easier. You didn’t ask for this.

The worst part? It was the truth.

You hadn’t asked for any of this. Hadn’t asked Heeseung to come back into your world. Hadn’t asked him to help you. Hadn’t wanted to complicate your daughter’s life. You’d only started opening up because Heeseung had practically begged you to let him in. 

Because he swore he could handle it. Because he thought loving you would be enough. 

He pushed away from the table, biting back all his anger and frustration. In his room, he paced, sat down on his chair, got back up again. When he collapsed onto his bed, he reached for his phone on instinct, only to remember that it wasn’t there. 

He sighed. 

He just hoped that Sejin had messaged you already. That he’d made it clear Heeseung wasn’t blowing you off, and that everything would be alright. 

That wouldn’t be long before you’d hear from him again. 

——

Hello, Due to internal circumstances, Heeseung is no longer available for contact. Please do not attempt to reach out to him or any other member of this team. 

The buzz of your phone made you jolt, disturbing the momentary spell of shallow, restless sleep you’d managed to slip into. 

It had been a rough night. 

Hana had cried, and cried, and cried. She’d gotten used to Heeseung being there to put her down for the night, to the sound of his voice as he read—sometimes even sang—her to sleep. He was good at getting her to settle, even when she was at her most agitated. 

But he hadn’t done either of those things. 

He hadn’t even come home. 

You sat up as you read the message, blinking at your screen. You read it again. 

And again. 

And again.

Heeseung is no longer available for contact. Please do not attempt to reach out. 

Your body tensed, clutching your phone in your hand as if to make sure that it was real. That your mind wasn’t playing a cruel joke, taking advantage of your lack of sleep and weakened emotional state to recreate your worst nightmare. 

But no. The text stared back at you from your screen. Incredibly real. 

Heeseung is no longer available for contact. 

Do not attempt to reach out. 

You felt your resolve snap, the poorly constructed sense of calm and rational you’d been clinging to splintering into a thousand tiny pieces. 

You let out a laugh. Sharp. Humorless. Half in shock and half at the irony of the situation. 

Above the text, was another grey message bubble. The only other message you’d ever received from this number, date stamped to three years ago, glaring up at you with a sick glow that still made your stomach twist when you looked at it. 

Hi Y/N,  As you know, ENHYPEN will be departing for their debut tour soon. After thorough consideration, it’s been decided that Heeseung and the rest of the group’s attention should lie solely on preparing for this major step in their careers. We thank you for your understanding and ask that you do not join us at the airport tomorrow. We wish you the best. 

HYBE Management 

You curled forward, gripping your phone so tightly your knuckles went white. 

Everything came back. 

Everything you’d been trying so hard to forget over the past three months. Heeseung’s silent departure from your life, the wordless goodbye, the way you didn’t even get to ask any questions. The decision had been made for you, just like it was being made now. 

Were you really here again? Stuck in the same situation that had haunted you for months on end? Eyes glazed as you read and reread a message sent as carelessly as if you were some stranger on the street?

It wasn’t just the content of the message that stung; it was the method. 

After everything—the laughter in the kitchen, the soft, stolen moments in the hallway, the promises Heeseung had whispered against your skin like they were prayers—you got this? 

A text. Faceless and clinical, like you were inconsequential. Insignificant. Nothing. Your eyes burned with a kind of pain that was older than your relationship, older than your daughter, older than you. 

The kind that came with realizing you’d ended up exactly where you swore you wouldn’t. Exactly where Heeseung had promised you’d never be again. 

It was hard not to panic. Not to sink to the floor and fall apart, the way you had the first time you felt the stinging slap of reality hand-delivered by a text message just like this. 

Your mind replayed a thousand moments of comfort—his fingers wrapped around yours, his protective hand on your back, the jokes, the reassurances, the I’m right here’s—clinging to the possibility that you were misunderstanding something. 

Things were different now, weren’t they? Heeseung had made a promise—he’d promised—that he was going to be there. Didn’t that mean anything?

You took a breath. Steeled yourself. 

There had to be an explanation for this. Something had to have happened—no way he would do this to you again. 

You closed out of the contactless chat and opened your texts with him. Your face reflected back at you from your most recent exchange: a photo of you and Hana ankle-deep in the ocean, the surf bubbling around her feet.

You clenched your jaw as you typed.

Y/N Management just texted me What’s going on? Call me please

When no reply came, you tried Jungwon. And Sunoo. And even Jake, who’d only ever texted you to get the password for your Netflix account and to ask if you wanted anything from the convenience store. 

No one answered. 

The day passed long and torturous, with no words of comfort from any of the people who had become so central to your life. 

You sent an embarrassing number of texts to Heeseung, each met with stark, painful silence. 

Y/N Can you just tell me what’s going on

Y/N Are we really doing this again?

Y/N I don’t understand. 

And every hour that went by seemed to bring on a new set of emotions, each more turbulent and frantic than the last.

Y/N You couldn’t even spare the time to talk to me face-to-face? 

Y/N I can’t believe we’re back here again. Exactly where we started. 

Y/N You make me feel so fucking stupid Heeseung I never should’ve believed a word out of your mouth

You typed out a hundred different things: long-winded paragraphs explaining that he wasn’t welcome anymore, that he’d never be welcome around you or your daughter again. Cruel, curse-filled insults that stung the back of your throat as you typed them. Rambling sentences that barely made any sense, begging him to just talk to you. To explain what had gone wrong. 

You didn’t send them. You deleted everything you wrote almost as soon as you were done writing it. Your thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button before moving up, your heart thundering at the base of your throat.

Blocked. 

For now. 

Let the silence swallow him instead, you thought angrily, throwing your phone across your bed. 

You focused on Hana, clothing and feeding and playing with her, trying to ignore the way Heeseung’s presence seemed to linger around your house like a ghost. 

A hint of his cologne as you walked into the room, like he’d been there only moments before. A glimpse of his silhouette in the corner of your eye, as if he were still there, leaned against the wall, watching you with that half-smile on the corner of his lips. 

Your daughter sensed your shift in mood and became inconsolable herself, pushing your hand away as you fed her, turning her head when you went to kiss her cheek.

“Hee?” She said, frowning at you from her chair at the table. 

It would have killed him, the softness in her voice, the way she stumbled over the syllables of his name. She’d been asking for him all day. You had no way to explain to her why he wasn’t the one feeding her dinner or playing with her on the couch.

“No, baby,” You said firmly, bringing her water bottle from the kitchen. 

Hana glared at you. “Hee,” She said stubbornly, smacking her spoon against the table. 

“He’s not here,” You repeated, trying to keep the edge from your voice. 

“No,” She said angrily.

“Believe me, I’m upset, too.”

“No!” Her spoon clattered to the floor, spraying bits of food across the floor. 

You frowned. “Hana, stop it.”

“No!” She screeched, straining against the safety belt at her lap. 

You tried to get her bowl out of the way, but she was quicker than you, smacking it off the table with a sharp scream. “No!” She screamed, kicking her feet furiously.

You felt tears prick behind your eyes—hot, angry. Her wailing pierced your ears painfully, sending a wave of helpless frustration over you. 

Where was your tantrum? Why couldn’t you scream and cry until someone came to comfort you? Your vision blurred as you picked the spoon and bowl up from the floor, dropping them into the sink.

You braced against the counter, trying to steady the wave of emotion that you’d been struggling to contain. Trying even just to breathe. Heeseung would have been offering to wash the dishes for you by now, or finding some way to distract Hana while you caught a moment to yourself.

Instead, you were alone, flinching every time her voice rose, wishing that he were there to help you. The fact that you missed it—missed him—made you feel pathetic. Weak. Like you were the same stupid girl who was still hoping someone else would come and save you. 

Hadn’t you learned anything at all?

The sound of Hana’s screaming kept rising, rough and confused. You looked at her, all red and blotchy from crying, her tiny body fighting to escape her highchair into a pair of arms that weren’t even there to hold her. 

The tears that had threatened you all day finally spilled over, dripping down your cheeks and onto the backs of your hands as you pushed away from the counter, exhausted. 

“I know,” You choked out, voice wavering. “I know you want him. I know, I know. I don’t know what to tell you.”

You pulled at the belt around her lap, and she lunged toward you, arms outstretched. You lifted her gently, careful not to catch her legs on the table as you pulled her into your chest, rubbing her back in a fruitless attempt to ease her distress.

Her face was wet against your neck, voice vibrating against you, feet digging into your stomach. You held her tightly, unable to stop yourself from crying with her. 

You felt so angry. So betrayed. So ashamed. 

How many times had you told yourself not to listen to him? Not to trust what he was offering, which had always sounded too good to be true. 

A stable presence in your life? Someone to help you navigate the uncertainty of raising your daughter? Even just a pair of arms to crawl into at the end of the day? 

Your own child’s father couldn’t offer you that. Why on earth did you think Heeseung would? 

Because he told you he would, your heart said stubbornly. Because he begged you to let him. 

You shook your head, carrying Hana down the hall to the bathroom. That excuse wasn’t good enough. Not for you. The sun set behind the trees, casting your house into a second night of empty silence, and all you could think was:

I knew better. I should have known better. 

——

The next day, Hana woke with a fever.

You stayed home from work, called off the babysitter, prayed that if you kept giving her water and dressing her in her lightest clothes that it’d burn off on its own. 

It didn’t.

Hana’s voice grew hoarse from crying as the day passed by, her temperature continuing to rise and fall long into the night.

You tried to remain calm about it, but you couldn’t help the twinge of unease that crept into the back of your mind as you watched the hours tick by. The sun set as you rubbed a gentle hand on her back. You were still there when it began to rise again the next morning.

Hana fussed in her crib, too tired to cry, too uncomfortable to sleep, as you grew more and more anxious. 

Before you knew it, you were googling symptoms, trying not to catastrophize over every horrible disease and illness the internet suggested she might have.

Mommy forums debated over potential diagnoses and treatments. Some posts offered encouragement, others words of warning. You read story after story of people who’d brushed fevers off as cold symptoms, only to discover their child was experiencing a life-threatening infection. 

DO NOT WAIT!! I made the mistake of waiting to take my daughter to the doctor for a fever and we ended up spending the weekend in the emergency room. Please don’t make my mistake!

Fevers aren’t really something to worry about unless it reaches above 102°F. If they last longer than 24 hours—at ANY temp—go to the doctor immediately. 

You looked at the clock. It was pushing 6am. Your stomach twisted uneasily, a million horrible scenarios spinning through your mind. 

You called your mom, apologizing for waking her up so early as you watched Hana squirm in her sleep, her hair damp with sweat. 

“She’s still burning. It’s been almost a full day.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. You didn’t want her to know how overwhelmed you were. You couldn’t bare the shame that would come with her concern.

“I keep telling myself it’s just a fever, but what if it’s not? What if I’m waiting too long? God, I don’t even know if I can take her in. I had to call out yesterday—my boss is already pissed. If I lose this job...”

“Isn’t Heeseung with you? Can’t he take her?”

Your eyes burned. 

You knew telling your parents about him was a mistake. It had only been a few weeks of being back together, but you hadn’t been able to keep it to yourself. 

You’d been too excited, too happy about being with him to keep it a secret. Now, it only reminded you how foolish you’d been.

“He’s busy,” You lied, throat dry. “Work stuff. You know how it is for them.”

You heard your mom sigh over the phone. “I don’t like that he leaves you alone so often, y/n. Having a kid is a full-time job.”

Your jaw clenched. “Well, she’s not his kid.” 

“No, I suppose not. Can you call Jace? I’m sure he’d be happy to give you a hand with her. At the very least, a ride to urgent care.”

Your grip tightened on your phone. “I guess. I’ll try. Thanks, mom. Sorry for waking you.” 

“That’s okay, honey. Let me know if things get any worse, alright?”

You hummed, settling back into silence as you hung up. 

Can you call Jace? 

The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. After your interaction earlier that week, talking to your ex was the last thing you wanted to do. 

If you called him now, everything he said about you would be right. That you still needed him. That you were an idiot for trusting Heeseung. 

You’re a smart girl, y/n, I find it hard to believe you’d fall for something like that. His words burned at the back of your throat.

You could see it now: his smug, gloating face, as he realized that he had you exactly where he wanted you. Alone. Desperate. Nowhere else to go. 

But looking at Hana, you struggled to weigh your resentments toward him against her well-being. If your daughter was in danger, was there anything you wouldn’t do to help her?

Seeing her now, sweating in her crib, cheeks raw from all the crying, you realized that might have to include swallowing your pride. 

You opened your phone again, avoiding the mommy blogs and tabs of medical advice, and found your text messages. 

Heeseung’s name was at the top of the list. 

You hesitated. 

Thumb hovering over his name, you considered the possibility that maybe, just maybe, this could be an alternative to calling Jace. One you’d been too stubborn to entertain before. One that would likely result in nothing but an answering machine and the bitter taste of disappointment in your mouth.

But was it worth the try?

You clicked on his name, swallowing the lump in your throat as you unblocked his number and called it.  

At first, you were surprised that it even rang. You’d figured Heeseung would have blocked you right back after discovering his texts weren’t sending. But then, you didn’t have any new messages coming in, and he probably didn’t care enough to even realize you’d blocked him in the first place. 

The phone rang.

And rang. 

And rang. 

Unanswered.

You weren’t sure why you stayed on the line. Maybe you didn’t want to believe that this was really over. That his phone was receiving your call and he was actively choosing not to pick up. 

Maybe you just wanted to hear the sound of his voice.

It came out the speaker into your ear, warm and bright, absent-minded, like he had recorded the message in the middle of doing something else. 

“Hey, sorry I missed you. Leave a message or shoot me a text. Talk to ya later. Bye.”

You clutched your phone, breath trembling slightly. 

“Hey…” You began, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that this was the stupidest thing you’d ever done. “Sorry—this is… Hana’s sick. Um, she’s got a pretty bad fever, and I think she needs to see a doctor…” You trailed off, staring at the wall numbly. “Sorry, you clearly don’t want to be a part of this anymore. I guess I just—” 

Your chest tightened, voice faltering. 

“You told me to trust you. You said that I didn’t need to rely on Jace anymore. You got mad at me for relying on him, actually, because you wanted me to rely on you.”

You let out a tired laugh, rubbing a hand over your face. It was hard to believe you were back here. Leaving messages for people who couldn’t care less about you or your problems. 

But who were you kidding? Heeseung was never going to listen to this. Your stream of unanswered texts told you as much. 

“I guess I’m just confused. Confused because I was ready to do it, to stop pushing you away, and then you just… disappeared. And the funny thing is, I’m not even surprised. I mean, this was what I figured would happen all along, right?” 

Your gaze fell, throat burning with a mix of embarrassment and regret. “You’re not even going to listen to this. I’m just gonna… I’m gonna call Jace and see if he can take us to urgent care. Hana’s fever isn’t breaking, and I’m worried it could be something serious. I guess I just thought you might want to know. Anyways… Goodbye, Heeseung.”

Your voice cracked as you hung up, hurrying to find Jace’s contact buried under your other texts. You feared that if you hesitated, even for a second, you wouldn’t do it. 

The line rang twice before he answered. Your throat felt tight, like you wanted to scream, or cry, or throw up. Probably all three. 

“Y/n?” He sounded groggy. It was barely 7am, after all. He was probably just waking up. 

“Jace,” You answered, tensing. “It’s Hana.” 

——

The ride to urgent care was quiet. Jace rested his elbow on the middle console between you, hand close enough that you could have taken it, if you wanted. 

You didn’t.

He sat with you in the waiting room. Listened as the doctor quelled your fears about Hana’s fever. Nodded through the medication explanation and what to do if the fever wasn’t breaking—all as if he was the one who’d be taking care of her.

He managed to convince you to call your boss, who was gracious enough to give you the next few days off. Probably because you sounded half-dead, running on a few measly hours of sleep from two days ago. 

Hana slept the whole time, waking only to protest as the doctor took her temperature, and falling back asleep before you’d even made it out of the building. 

Jace watched the two of you carefully, as if waiting for the right moment to bring up what he’d said before. That he wanted to be a part of your lives. You desperately hoped that he wouldn’t. You were exhausted. And you weren’t sure if you had it in you to fight him off this time. 

He waited until he was pulling into your driveway, his voice carefully even.

“I meant what I said, you know. About wanting to be around.” 

“Jace,” You said quietly, the warning already in your tone.

“I’m not trying to make things harder,” He insisted. “I just—look at her. She deserves to know who her dad is.”

You closed your eyes, sighing. Your head was pounding. “She deserves stability. Not confusion. We can’t—” You took a breath. “I can’t keep letting people into her life who are only going to leave.”

“Come on, y/n. I’m here now.”

You clenched your jaw. “Where were you last month? Or the month before that? She turned two, did you know that?”

“I’m here now,” He repeated, like that was a reasonable answer to your questions.

“You don’t just get to drop in when you feel like it, Jace,” You said harshly, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. 

He followed, coming around the other side to stop you. He put a hand out as you opened Hana’s door, pushing it closed.  

“Jace.”

“No, I’m not letting you do this anymore,” He hissed, eyes bright and angry. “You think you can just call me when you need something and then toss me aside once you get what you want? What is this, y/n? Why did you call me?”

“Because our daughter is sick! Because I’ve been awake for the past 48 hours, and I didn’t think it was a very good idea for me to get behind the wheel of a car.” 

“Our daughter.” He repeated. “So you can admit that I’m her father but you won’t let me actually be a part of her life?”

“She might be your daughter,” You hissed, “But you will never be her father.” You glared at him, yanking the door handle open again.

He slammed it shut with more force this time, stepping closer.

“Don’t act like this is just about her,” He spat. “You needed someone, and he wasn’t there. So now you need me, right? The backup plan?”

Your mouth fell open. “Is that what you think this is?” Your voice was shaking. “You think I dragged myself out of bed, begged you to come, waited in that doctor’s office for forty-five minutes because I missed you?”

“You always do this,” He snapped. “You call when things are falling apart and then blame me for showing up.”

You shoved past him to open the door, unbuckling Hana with trembling fingers. She stirred, letting out a soft cry. “She doesn’t even know who you are.”

“Because you won’t let her!”

“Because you’re not what she needs!” You snapped back, pulling her to your chest. Her body was still hot. The medication from the doctor rattled in your bag as you adjusted her in your arms. “She doesn’t need people who only show up when I’m out of options—she needs people who are here. Every day. Who don’t disappear when they get tired of playing house.” 

“Oh, you mean like Heeseung?”

The words hit like a slap to the face. 

Jace’s lip curled at your shock. “Why isn’t he the one driving you to urgent care? Don’t tell me, I was right, wasn’t I? He finally figured out what a drag it is dealing with someone else’s kid and hit the road. Right?”

You ground your jaw. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Then where is he, huh? Why’d you call me and not him?” 

“Shut up, Jace. Go home.” 

He stepped in again, hands flexing by his sides, like he knew he’d upset you. Like he was enjoying it. “You wanna play dumb with me? It’s written all over your face, y/n. He’s long gone. Couldn’t even pretend long enough to stick around.”

Your grip on Hana tightened, stomach twisting. “I want you to leave. Now.”

“Right, because you're still holding out hope he'll come crawling back?” Jace scoffed. “I’m her father. I have a right to see her.” “She doesn't know you!” You were yelling now. Both of you. 

“You can’t just keep her from me—”

“She’s not a thing to be kept, Jace, she’s a child!” You shouted, your voice trembling with rage. “And I won’t let you confuse her just because you’re feeling left out.”

“So, what? You’re just gonna sit around hoping he comes back? Or maybe you already have another guy lined up. Is that it? Found someone else to burden with your issues? God, you’re so desperate, it’s pathetic.”

“Fuck you,” You hissed, turning to leave. 

“Don’t you walk away from me.” He grabbed your shoulder, forcing you back around. 

You gasped, shoving his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me, Jace.” 

“I’ll do what the fuck I want—” 

“Jace—” 

But he wasn’t listening. He pushed you. Hard. Shoved his hands into your shoulders like he was testing you, daring you to stand up to him again. Your grip tightened on Hana, panic rising up the back of your throat. He sneered, stepping towards you again. And then—

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” 

Heeseung’s voice. So sharp and furious it didn’t even sound like him. Your breath caught as you turned to see him rushing towards you.

Your voice cracked, half surprise, half disbelief. “Heeseung—” 

He shoved Jace back hard—both hands against his chest, slamming him away from you. “Leave. Now. Fucking get out of here, or I swear to god—” 

Jace made a noise of surprise, stumbling back slightly. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up—”

“Do I need to spell it out for you?!” Heeseung was shouting. Frantic. His chest was heaving like he’d run there. His phone was clutched in his hand, your texts flashing from his screen. “If you touch her again, I will ruin your life.”

“You really think you’re going to scare me off?” Jace retorted. “You think you can walk in here and tell me what to do?”

His voice was sharp. “You put your hands on her.” 

Jace scoffed. “I didn’t hurt her—”

“You grabbed her.” Heeseung stepped forward. “You raised your voice. You pushed her with a baby in her arms.”

“I’m her father,” Jace snapped.

“You’re a piece of shit,” Heeseung spat, hands shaking by his sides. 

“You gonna hit me?” Jace taunted, folding his arms over his chest. “Real classy. Real dad material.”

“You wouldn’t know the first thing about what it takes to be a father.”

“Oh, and you do?”

“Know more than you? Yes. I’d say I do.” Heeseung’s breath came in sharp bursts. “I’ve been here. Every day that you weren’t. Your daughter turned two last month—where the fuck were you? Gone. As usual. The only reason you’re here right now is because I couldn’t be.” 

You inhaled sharply. Couldn’t be? What was that supposed to mean? Your heart hammered against your chest as Heeseung snapped at Jace, half a mind to just take Hana and leave. To lock your door and ignore them both. But Heeseung kept going, his voice harsh. Accusing.

“I would have been here today,” He said. “If my manager hadn’t taken my phone because of the threat that you sent in.” 

You stiffened. 

“And I’m not going to stand here and let you make them feel unsafe.” He finished. “Not now. Not ever again.”

Your head spun.

Jace had done it? He’d threatened Heeseung’s managers? And they’d reacted by… taking Heeseung’s phone. Of course. Keeping him offline until they could figure out how to handle it.

Your heart stuttered as the realization sank in. You felt sick. 

Jace’s face twisted, his knuckles turning white. “Whatever. Keep acting like you’re better than me. This little fantasy you guys have? Not gonna last.” He looked at you. “Don’t forget who you called for help.”

“She called me,” Heeseung snarled. “How many times does she have to reject you before you get it through your head?”

Jace closed his fists, his voice lowering. “You really want to do this?” 

Heeseung hissed, “I fucking dare you.” 

You tensed, taking a step back. For a moment, it looked like he might really do it. Might really step forward. 

Then, Hana whimpered against your neck, too tired to fully take in the scene unfolding before her.  She reached a hand towards Heeseung, her voice cutting through the air that crackled between them. 

“Hee,” She cooed, pouting tiredly at him. 

Heeseung froze. 

You watched his entire body shift. He turned, breath hitching, shoulders dropping, eyes darting between the two of you. You saw it written all over his face—the regret, the apology. He stepped towards you, hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure you even wanted him to. 

And for a moment, you weren’t sure either. You were still processing what he’d said, what it meant. That he hadn’t ignored you, or disappeared. That Jace was the reason you’d spent the past two days drowning in self-doubt. It took a moment for this to become real, for your mind to catch up to what your heart already knew. 

But Hana was insistent, squirming towards him with surprising strength. You brought her closer, chest aching as you watched her latch onto his hand with her own. 

“Hey, supergirl,” He whispered, leaning down to look at her.

Jace let out a sharp breath behind him. “Unbelievable. You let him—”

“Shut up,” You snapped, your voice low, lethal. 

You looked back at Heeseung, heart racing. He brushed his thumb over Hana’s knuckles and you felt something in you give. Loosen. Like a weight finally falling off your shoulders. 

It took one look at the two of them to confirm what you’d been clinging to all along: Heeseung hadn’t lied to you. He’d meant every word he’d said. About being there. About protecting what was his. And looking at him now, you realized how serious he was. 

But Jace wasn’t done. He was never done. You came to this realization as he growled angrily, balling his fists. He would never be done bothering you, not until you cut him out of your life for good. 

He stared at the three of you disdainfully. “I really do care about her, you know. That’s the funny thing. It’s just a shame that her mom is such a bitch.” 

Heeseung’s face changed. Livid. 

He dropped Hana’s hand and turned—shoulders coiled, fists clenched—like he was ready to swing this time. But the commotion of a group of people stopped him, their voices carrying over from the street. 

Before you could even register it, they were there. All of them—Jake, Jungwon, Sunghoon, Jay, Sunoo, and Niki—and they’d heard him.

Sunghoon surged forward and shoved Jace, hard. “Say that again.”

The others stepped around you defensively as Jace grunted, hands flexing like he wanted to shove back. But Sunghoon was tall, taller than Heeseung even, and his expression faltered slightly as he took him in. 

“Great. There’s more of you,” He said, eyes darting around as the rest of them approached.

You felt a twinge of satisfaction at the way he looked between them, counting how many of them there were. Second-guessing his chances. 

“What’s going on?” Jungwon asked, stepping between you.  

“I just said what everyone’s already thinking,” Jace snapped, posture shifting like he was trying to ground himself. “She’s got you all wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she? Playing house with seven different guys. She open her legs for all of you or—?”

He didn’t get to finish.

Heeseung lunged first.

The shove was violent, sending Jace stumbling back into the side of his car with a loud thud. You flinched, turning your body to shield Hana as chaos erupted around you.

“Heeseung—” You started, but Jake was already grabbing him by the shirt, hauling him back.

“Let go,” Heeseung snarled. Breath heavy, teeth bared. Vicious. “Let go of me.”

“Not here,” Jake gritted out, struggling to keep hold of him. 

“What the hell is going on?” Sejin snapped, storming up to the group, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of Jace scoffing—bitter, mean. Like a dog backed into a corner; snapping at whatever was within reach. 

“Did I hit a nerve?” He spat, wiping his mouth. “You know what? I should be thanking you for taking her off my hands. That bitch’ll turn on you the second she loses interest.”

Sunoo moved fast, stepping in between Jace and the others before Heeseung could break free. “Get the fuck out of here,” He said sharply, his usual sweetness replaced by something colder, more lethal. “Now. Before we make you.”

“You’re not gonna do shit,” Jace sneered. But there was hesitation in his voice. He was outnumbered. Everyone knew it. 

Jungwon’s voice was hard. “You’re not welcome here. You show up again and you won’t be walking away.”

That made him pause. You could see the cracks forming in his confidence. His eyes skirted over the wall of people between you, and for the first time, he looked scared. 

Sejin shoved his way through the group. He wasn’t the tallest person there—not by a long shot—but his presence was sturdy. Protective. Not just of his team, but of you, and your daughter. 

“Jace Mitchell.” The name was sharp on his tongue. 

Jace’s eyes darted over him. “What.” 

“I’m glad we get to meet. You’ll be receiving contact from our legal team by tomorrow morning,” Sejin said, holding a hand out to steady Heeseung, who was shaking, fists clenched, brows taut. 

Sejin’s voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even angry. It was critical. Deathly serious. “The email you sent earlier this week contains a documented threat of blackmail. One that we are taking very seriously.” 

Jace scoffed. “That wasn’t—“

“It was,” Sejin interrupted. “You threatened to disclose private information about an individual and a minor, along with a member of our company. A highly protected member of our company. We have the message and we have your contact information with it. I'm sure a lawyer—which I strongly suggest you get in touch with—can explain the gravity of that.”

“You think I care about your stupid company?”

“I think you care about your job. And being within fifty feet of your daughter.”

Jace’s smile faltered. 

“We take our employee’s safety very seriously. If you make contact again in any form��text, phone, email, in person—without y/n’s explicit consent, I will have a restraining order filed within twenty-four hours. You will never see that little girl again.” 

Jace’s jaw ticked. 

He looked around them before his eyes landed on you. Cold, accusing, full of hate. 

He raised his hands. Surrendering. “I tried. You remember that. When this—” He pointed at Heeseung. “—doesn’t work out, don’t come crawling back to me.” 

You glared back. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His gaze swept over you, at your daughter asleep against your chest, at the way Heeseung was murmuring to the both of you, making sure you were alright. 

“Whatever,” He muttered. “More trouble than you’re fucking worth.”

You watched him turn towards his car, fist shaking around his keys. Then, like he couldn’t help himself—

”Fucking slut.” He hissed under his breath. 

Heeseung rounded, the others exclaiming as he stepped towards Jace. Jungwon grabbed him by the arm roughly, yanking him back, as Jace ducked into his car. 

Jungwon slammed the door shut behind him, cursing as Jace's car pulled out of your drive. 

For a moment, no one moved. The others were breathing heavily, their faces sharp with disgust. 

Then, the exhaustion hit. Full force. The emotional wreckage of the past forty-eight hours crashed over your body, dragging you under. Your arms weakened, struggling to support Hana’s weight as she fussed against your hold. 

“Y/n,” Heeseung said, already moving towards you.

Someone—Niki, you determined tiredly—took Hana from your arms as you stepped into Heeseung’s embrace, collapsing against his chest. In relief or exhaustion, you weren’t quite sure. 

“I’m so sorry,” He breathed. “I’m so sorry— I tried to call you. They took my phone, they wouldn’t let me. I got your messages when they gave it back, and your voicemail, I— Are you okay?”

You shook your head, whimpering lightly. You could feel the heat of his heart at the base of his throat, pounding against your cheek. “No,” You said weakly. “Heeseung— I thought—“ 

You couldn’t even get the words out. Your brain was practically mush, spent from the emotional whiplash of everything that had happened. His grip on you tightened, fingers digging into you like he feared you might pull away.

“I know. I’m so sorry. I swear, if I could’ve been here—”

He pulled away, letting you go just enough to reach behind Niki to where Sejin was standing, yanking him towards you by the jacket. 

“Well?” Heeseung said, frowning at his manager. 

Sejin gave him a sideways look before rolling his eyes and sighing. He looked at you apologetically. “I’m sorry, y/n. I was the one that texted you. I admit it wasn’t the most informative message—“

“It wasn’t informative at all,” Heeseung interrupted. “Like, not even a little.” 

Sejin pursed his lips. “Yes. It was poorly done on my part. I apologize for any distress I caused. Our focus was on keeping our team safe, I hope you can understand.”

You nodded, dazed, struggling to even remember what the text had said. All you knew was that Jace was gone. Heeseung was here. And you needed to rest. Immediately. Or you wouldn’t be standing much longer. 

The others recounted the story of getting there as you went inside. Of how Heeseung had reacted after getting his phone back, reading all of your texts, listening to your voicemail. 

How he’d demanded that Sejin show him the message he’d sent you, and then insisted that they come straight here. 

“He was freaking out,” Jake said, bouncing Hana gently on his lap. 

“We got stuck in traffic, and he literally got out of the car. That’s why he got here first. He ran the rest of the way,” Jungwon laughed.

Heeseung’s ears turned slightly pink but he didn’t deny it. 

“I was scared,” He reasoned, frowning as they continued to tease him. “You said Hana was sick, I didn’t know if she was okay— You said goodbye!! Like we were breaking up or something!” 

“Yeah, Heeseung’s worst nightmare,” Niki laughed. 

Heeseung shot him a glare but didn’t move his arm from behind you. If anything, he pulled you closer, like he couldn’t stand to be apart from you again, not even for a moment. 

“I was scared, too,” You sighed, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “I’m sorry that he caused so much trouble for you. And that you had to see all of that. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t—“

“No way,” Jake said immediately, voice firm. “None of this is your fault, y/n.”

“We’re just sorry that we didn’t communicate with you better,” Sunghoon agreed. “Sejin is…”

“Blunt.”

“Good when you need to smack someone’s crazy ex down. Not so much when you need to deliver sensitive information,” Jay said. 

A laugh escaped you, quiet, tired, but genuine. You felt your shoulders begin to drop, days worth of anxiety melting away. Being there with them—Heeseung’s sturdy presence beside you, the softness in the others’ voices as they cooed at Hana—healed something in you that, for a few days, you were sure might never heal again. 

Your attention drifted back to your daughter, to the way she was beginning to droop against Jake’s chest, her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt. Her lashes fluttered, torn between watching the toys in his hands and giving in to how tired she was. 

Yours felt similarly, your head growing heavier and heavier against Heeseung’s shoulder. 

He pressed his lips to the top of your hair. “Time to go?” He murmured, just loud enough for you to hear. 

You nodded, grateful as he straightened to usher the others out. God, how you’d missed him. The soft attentiveness in his voice, how he always had his eye on what you needed. How he made sure you were the priority. Every single time. 

Part of you wondered how you’d doubted him in the first place. 

“Alright guys, time to head out,” He said. He clasped Jay’s hand, pulling him for a hug. “Thank you. For being here. Backing us up.”

“Always,” Jake said, lifting Hana carefully from his chest and handing her to you. “If you need anything, we’re here.” 

“See you later, y/n,” Jungwon said, rubbing your back affectionately. 

You hugged him, chest tight with emotion. You’d never be able to explain what their presence meant to you. How grateful you were to have them—all of them—in your life. 

They grabbed their things and slipped their shoes back on, shuffling out the door. 

“Dinner this weekend? Same old-same old?” 

You nodded, grinning. “Of course.”

You wished you could say you and Heeseung had some kind of heartfelt, emotional reunion when it was just the two of you. Filled with tears and happy kisses, mumbled apologies and promises. 

But you didn’t. 

You were out. Immediately. The second your body hit the mattress, shoulders curled into Heeseung’s chest, your head tucked beneath his, you were asleep. 

He stayed up for a while, unable to tear his eyes from your face, or keep his heart from racing at the feeling of finally having you in his arms again. 

His chest ached at the memory of your voice through the phone. How broken you sounded. How sure you were that he’d left you. You’d really believed he was gone. That you were alone again.

He would never forgive himself for that.

And if he hadn’t been sure before, he certainly was now: he was never letting you out of his sight again. At least, not for a while. 

He still had tours to think about. There were obligations he couldn’t avoid, stretches of time when the distance would be real, and difficult. But he wasn’t afraid of it anymore. Didn’t worry that it would create space between you.

He wanted to keep going. To do well. Not just because you’d always been proud of him—celebrated every success like it was your own—but to support you. To make sure you never had to worry about caring for your daughter again. 

Heeseung was serious about you. As serious as a person could be about someone else. 

And he was going to make sure you never doubted it again. 

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“what’s your favorite scary movie ?”

who are you?── .✧˚ enhypen x fem!reader

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only ever you. [jakehoon x reader]

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: You're mad at your boyfriends over something dumb, and they make it their mission to make you forget why you were even mad.

Warnings: established poly relationship, smut, soft doms!jakehoon, kinda bratty reader at first but she melts, brat taming? (not really, idk like its so vague), mxm (just kissing and a finger sucking :p), abs riding, looots of praising, brief tit play, worshiping, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, your honor they're so in love.

a/n: this work is a purely self-indulgent fic, born from my deepest desires yall. which is: me wanting two boyfriends who love me and each other... is that really too much to ask? 😞 btw ts is nasty but like in a very loving kind of nasty, so beware.

"So this is how you're gonna act? Ignoring us?” Jake said as he followed you upstairs like a puppy. 

“I am not ignoring anyone.” 

“Uh-huh, because you ghosting all of my texts was my imagination, of course, baby.” Sunghoon remarked, he was also following you, just behind Jake. 

You sighed, barging into your room like a teen that just argued with her parents. Your intention was to slam the door in their faces but Jake caught it with the sole of his sneaker, wedging his foot between the frame and the door before it could crash shut. You sighed harder this time, throwing yourself on your bed to slide reels. 

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that. You knoo that’s just our job, none of it meant anything.” Sunghoon crawled on the bed towards you. You shrugged, keeping your focus on your phone. 

Jake climbed onto the bed next, kneeling at your feet and facing you like he was trying to get into your line of sight. His pretty hands were braced on your knees, thumbs absentmindedly stroking over the fabric of your sweats like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Still, you didn’t look up. Not even when you could see, out of the corner of your eye, that Jake was pulling his best puppy eyes and pout combo. 

“Pretty girl, stop that, hmm? We didn’t intentionally ghost you. Our phones were taken, that’s why we couldn’t text you.” 

You didn’t doubt your boyfriends. You trusted them, you knew where their hearts were, who they came home to, who they whispered goodnight to over FaceTime when schedules got crazy. Of course you knew that, and of course you knew you shouldn’t be petty about these things anymore. But it never helped that seeing your boyfriends smile at other girls still got under your skin. It was stupid, you told yourself. Immature. You weren’t seventeen and insecure anymore. And yet, there you were, scrolling through the videos of engenes from today’s event with a tight knot in your stomach and a petty little scowl on your face.

You were right in the middle of zooming in on a photo of one of the girls touching Jake’s arm when Sunghoon snatched your phone clean out of your hands.

“Hey–” you started, but he was already frowning at the screen like it offended him personally.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” he muttered, locking the phone with a dramatic press of his thumb before tossing it somewhere behind him on the bed.

You lunged forward to reach for it, a glare already forming on your face, but Sunghoon was faster. One hand caught your wrist mid reach, the other pressing flat against your shoulder as he gently shoved you back down against the pillows.

“Nu-uh,” he said, voice low as he hovered over you slightly, palm flat against your stomach to keep you in place. “You’re dropping that brat act right now, baby.”  

You thrashed beneath him in frustration, your legs kicking uselessly at the mattress, arms squirming under his weight, but Sunghoon didn’t budge an inch. If anything, he looked mildly entertained, his brows raised like he was watching a particularly dramatic toddler throw a tantrum. Jake stayed quiet at your feet, eyes flicking between the two of you, but not interfering.

“Let me go, you asshole,” you snapped, wriggling harder. “You said – you said – I could have space! I literally walked away and then you followed me and now Jake’s all pouty, and you’re acting like some – some manipulative parent, and I swear to God, you two are the most annoying shitheads–”

Your rant didn’t get to finish. Sunghoon leaned down and kissed you. 

The kiss wasn’t sweet or slow. It was firm and a little rough, the kind of kiss that silenced you mid-sentence and made your breath hitch. His hand was still splayed across your stomach, keeping you pinned just enough to let you know he wasn’t playing around.

By the time he pulled back, your breath had hitched, your glare had softened and your voice was nowhere to be found.

“Better.” he muttered, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. “Now, do you want to keep yelling, or are you gonna let us fix it?”

You scoffed, turning your head to the side like you weren’t already breathless from the way he kissed you. Your glare might’ve softened, sure, but you weren’t about to hand over the reins that easily. Especially, not when Sunghoon thought he could kiss the attitude out of you.

Your brows stayed furrowed, lips pursed in defiance. Sunghoon smoothed a thumb between your brows anyway.

“Stop scowling,” he said softly, still hovering over you. “You’ll get wrinkles.”

You gave him the flattest look imaginable. “You literally just kissed me to shut me up.”

“And it worked, didn’t it?” he said with zero shame, glancing back at Jake, who was still kneeling at your feet with his chin resting on your knee, clearly waiting for his turn to speak.

Jake shifted finally, crawling up from where he’d been stationed at your feet, the mattress dipping as he shifted to hover beside you. His knee brushed beside your hip, and soon he was hovering over you too, shoulder to shoulder with Sunghoon, their presence overwhelming in the way you secretly liked.

Your eyes flicked up, ready to shoot him a warning, but the moment you did, something else caught your attention: Jake’s necklace, the silver chain swaying ever so slightly, dangling down as he leaned over you. The little charm brushing against your collarbone when he leaned just a bit closer, smiling gently, eyes searching yours.

You hated how your eyes followed the chain, distracted for half a second too long.

“You’re really mad at us, pretty?” 

You blinked, your eyes darting between his necklace, his eyes, and the way his hand settled just beside your head on the pillow. God, they were so annoying. And kind. And pretty. And yeah, maybe you were still scowling. But it was getting harder to pretend you’re not affected by them. 

Jake’s hand rose to your throat, thick and long fingers wrapping around. But he didn’t squeeze, not even a little press. He just let his hand rest there.

At the same time, Sunghoon’s hand began to move slowly, sliding lower where it had been resting against your stomach. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, letting his fingertips trail just above the waistband of your sweats.

You swallowed hard, your throat shifting under Jake’s palm. He, of course, felt it, and his thumb ghosted across your jaw in response – so soft it made you shiver.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively the moment you felt it, that warm, sticky sensation beginning to pool between your legs, heat blooming low in your stomach. You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your face neutral, but Sunghoon’s eyes flicked down. He noticed.

His hand didn’t stop this time. It dipped lower, fingertips skimming past the waistband of your sweat. He moved slowly, too fucking slowly, giving you every opportunity to stop him. But you didn’t.

Jake leaned down, his necklace brushing your collarbone again, and his breath fanned across your cheek as he spoke, “How about you let Sunghoonie check if you are mad or not?” 

Your lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

Sunghoon didn’t need your permission at that point, your body had already given him everything he needed. His fingers slipped past the band of your panties until they met bare skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, your whole body tensing as he found exactly what he was looking for.

You were soaked, your pussy hot and slick against his fingers. His fingers moved further, parting your lips gently. Your breath hitched again, squirming a little. 

He hummed, pleased, like he was proud of you. Like this was exactly the confirmation he wanted. “Thought so.” he muttered, the smirk in his voice practically audible. 

Sunghoon’s index finger and middle finger scooped up your wetness before slowly pulling back. You shivered at the sensation. His hand hovered in the air for a moment, your slick glistening faintly on his fingers, catching the low light in the room like something holy and obscene all at once.

He tilted his hand slightly, inspecting it with a smug smile before glancing sideways at Jake. “She’s dripping down there, want a taste Jake?” 

Jake’s tongue peeked out, barely wetting his bottom lip, his eyes dropping to Sunghoon’s hand. Sunghoon turned toward him fully and pressed those same fingers to Jake’s lips. 

Jake didn’t even hesitate, lips parting obediently as Sunghoon pushed his fingers past them. He sucked them in slow, cheeks hollowing, eyes fluttering shut, a low moan slipping from the back of his throat like he was tasting something sweet.

You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. Jake’s lips wrapped around Sunghoon’s fingers so willingly, so prettily, his lashes fluttering like he was savoring every drop. You could hear the faint, wet sound of it, could feel the heat pulse harder between your thighs just watching the two of them.

And just when you thought that was the peak of it, Sunghoon leaned in.

You barely had time to process the movement before his fingers slipped free from Jake’s mouth, only to be replaced by something hotter, wetter.

His mouth.

His hand curled behind Jake’s neck, pulling him closer, and you swore you felt the air leave your lungs as their mouths moved together. Tongues tangling.

Sunghoon chased the taste of you now lingering on Jake’s tongue. You watched Jake melt into it, his free hand sliding up to fist in Sunghoon’s shirt, both of them kissing like they were starved, like you weren’t even in the room, and yet everything about it was for you.

It was filthy. And so, so beautiful. You even forgot why you were mad. 

Your breath came faster, the room was getting warmer. Your clothes started sticking to your skin. The sight of them kissing like that with your taste between them, made your hips shift involuntarily, like your body was trying to reach for something, anything. You were sure your panties were ruined by now. 

Jake pulled back first with a wet pop, his lips swollen, his eyes hooded. He looked dazed and wrecked yet he smiled. 

Sunghoon turned to you, expression almost the same as Jake’s. “Are you still mad at your pretty boyfriends, baby?” 

You didn’t answer with words.

Instead, your hand reached up and curled into the collar of Sunghoon’s shirt, tugging him down with enough force to knock the air out of both of you. He barely caught himself on his elbows, chest hovering over yours, his breath catching as your mouth crashed into his.

It was messy. Hungry. Just as fevered and wild as the kiss he’d given Jake moments ago, maybe more.

Sunghoon groaned softly into your mouth, the sound melting into you like smoke. His lips moved eagerly, parting for you as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His body pressed into yours, the full weight of him almost collapsing on top of you as he tried to keep himself steady.

Then he bit your lower lip. You gasped, and he took full advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your moans bled into the kiss, your thighs clenching again at the sound, the feel, the need.

And somewhere in the haze of it, while your hands were tangled in Sunghoon’s hair and your lips swollen from his bite, you felt Jake shift beside you. You couldn’t see him fully because of Sunghoon’s body. 

Then came the tug at your waistband, his big hands on your hips. You lifted your hips without thinking, without breaking the kiss, offering yourself up wordlessly.

Jake pulled your sweats down inch by inch, and your panties followed, sticking to the heat between your legs before peeling away. The cool air met your skin and you shivered.

Jake’s fingers brushed your thighs as he tugged the clothes down to your knees, then further, until you felt the soft drape of fabric being discarded somewhere across the room.

Without warning, sunghoon broke the kiss.

His hands slid down to your waist, and before you could blink, he was moving, rolling onto his back and pulling you with him in one smooth, powerful motion. You gasped, a startled yelp escaping your lips as your body was lifted and shifted like you weighed nothing.

You didn’t even register what happened until it was done.

One moment you were pinned beneath him, and the next you were straddling him.

You sat atop his abdomen, your thighs spread around his torso, your bare heat pressed against the hard plane of his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. Your hands had flown to his chest to brace yourself, fingers splayed over the fabric, your eyes wide with shock.

“Sunghoon—” you started, breathless.

But he just smirked, looking up at you with that maddening calm, as if he hadn’t just manhandled you into place like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he wasn’t just making you go insane. 

Then he tilted his head slightly, eyes dragging lazily down your body and back up, voice dropping into something quieter.  “Why don’t you take my shirt off, baby?” he murmured. “Let you ride my abs properly.”

Your breath hitched.

Your fingers twitched against his chest, your mouth parting slightly in surprise. That... wasn’t something you’d ever said aloud. Not to him. Not to Jake. Not to anyone. But you had thought about it. You’d fantasized about it more than once, imagined exactly what it would feel like, pressed and grinding against firm muscle, nothing in between but skin and slick heat.

You didn’t even try to hide your eagerness. Your hands flew to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up his torso in one motion, and Sunghoon sat up just enough to help you pull it over his head. You tossed it aside, your eyes immediately dropping to his now bare chest. 

And fuck. 

Your mouth went dry. Your thighs instinctively squeezed tighter around his waist at the thoughts creeping in.

He smirked again, lazily, like he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Go on,” he said softly. “I’ve been working out just for you.”

God, he didn’t need to say, it showed. Your gaze stayed fixed on the cut lines of his stomach, his v-line disappearing beneath his sweats. You could see the way his muscles flexed subtly beneath your weight, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. Your wetness started to drip down your inner thighs now, sliding against his skin, hot and humiliating and unbelievably arousing.

Somewhere from behind you, Jake let out a soft groan. “Pretty girl making a pretty mess on you Sunghoonie.” 

Your cheeks burned.

Sunghoon’s hands stroked slowly up and down your waist, each pass of his palms dragging your shirt with it, lifting the hem ever so slightly, then letting it fall again. He wasnt urging you to move, just holding you there. Letting you take your time. Letting you look. Letting you want.

The friction of the shirt sliding against your torso made your skin hypersensitive, your breath hitching with every pass. But it was his eyes, the way he looked up at you that cocky smile still pulling at his lips that made your body move before your brain could catch up.

Your hips shifted. Lower. You pressed your bare cunt against the warm, hard plane of his abdomen, the ridges of his abs prominent beneath your slick folds. You let out a breathy whimper at the contact and your body reacted instinctively.

You started to move.

Slow at first, almost shy, rolling your hips in tentative little circles. Your wetness smeared against his skin, glistening on the taut muscle beneath you. The more you moved, the messier it got. Sticky, warm, heavenly, whatever you want to call it. You felt everything, the slight drag, the ridges of his body, the smoothness of his skin just enough to make it feel good.

Sunghoon hummed under his breath. His fingers gripped your waist a little tighter. “Baby... you look so good like this.”

You kept going, your pace picking up, the friction enhancing, so hot, so dirty, so unlike anything you’d ever let yourself do before. Shameless little moans fell from your lips, your body shuddering with each drag of your clit against him. But it wasn’t enough. 

Yes, you loved it, loved the way it made you feel, the way it made Sunghoon look at you. But the friction was shallow, teasing, just barely scratching the edge of the ache building inside you.

You needed more. 

As if Jake could read your mind, he came up behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth and sturdiness of him against your back. His hands slipped under your shirt in one smooth motion, palms warm and wide, sliding up your ribcage until they found your plush breasts.

You gasped, your back arching slightly into his touch. Jake’s hands molded around your breasts, the pads of his thumbs teasing over your nipples until they were stiff and aching. Each little pass sent jolts of pleasure down your spine, making your hips twitch harder against Sunghoon’s abs.

“ Knew you needed more.” he whispered into your ear. 

He kissed your shoulder first. Then the next kiss was open mouthed, wetter. His tongue traced along the dip where your neck met your collarbone before his lips latched on, sucking until you whimpered. You tilted your head without thinking, giving him more access, your body pliant under his touch.

He hooked his fingers under the hem of your shirt and began to lift. The fabric rose inch by inch, grazing your stomach, your ribs, until it bunched just beneath your arms. He didn’t stop there. He pushed it higher, baring your breasts completely.

Jake groaned, low and proud. “Mmmh, she’s so so soft.” 

Sunghoon’s eyes dragged up from your cunt to your tits, now fully on display as Jake cupped them again from behind, this time slower, more deliberate so could Sunghoon see every curve, everything. His fingers traced that curves, teasing the sensitive peaks, tugging lightly.

“She’s gorgeous.” Sunghoon murmured, and Jake agreed with a hum. 

He pinched one nipple between his fingers and tugged gently, while his mouth found your neck again, licking the spot he’d just marked.

One of Jake’s hands left your tit, slipping lower, trailing down your stomach in a slow, torturous line. You knew what he was about to do before he even got there. Your hips stuttered in their rhythm for half a second before resuming, grinding harder against Sunghoon’s abs.

His fingers dipped lower, lower, until they found the mess between your legs.

“Shit…” he breathed, almost to himself. “Love how you get so wet every time.” 

Jake didn’t tease, thankfully. He found your clit immediately, his middle finger rubbing slow circles over the swollen bud, syncing his movements to the rhythm of your hips.

The combination was instant, overwhelming. The friction of Sunghoon beneath you, the pressure of Jake’s finger just right, made your head fall back against Jake’s shoulder with a choked moan.

“Yeah, there she is.” Jake murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re close, pretty, don’t stop now.” 

You couldn’t even think about stopping.

Your nails dug into Sunghoon’s chest as your hips rocked harder, chasing the way Jake’s finger rolled against your clit in perfect rhythm.

You whimpered when Jake added a two fingers, dipping low and pushing inside without warning, stretching you open with an obscene slick sound that made both of them groan.

“Fucking hell” Sunghoon muttered, his hands tightening on your waist so hard that it hurt.

But Jake kept going, his palm pressed firm against your mound while his fingers curled inside you while you rode both of them. Rode the drag of abs against your clit. Rode Jake’s fingers pressing up into that spot inside you. Rode the edge that had been building in your gut from the moment they laid hands on you.

Your thighs trembled. Your moans spilled out faster, desperate, helpless. You were almost crying now. You were so close.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let go. Let Hoon feel how hard you fall apart for him.”

You chased it with everything you had, grinding messily, erratically until your body locked up, your breath caught in your throat, and your orgasm hit you so hard it knocked the wind from your lungs. You cried out, hips jerking uncontrollably as your pussy clenched around Jake’s fingers, soaking his hand and Sunghoon’s stomach in the same breathless wave. 

You collapsed forward, panting, still twitching through the aftershocks, your head falling against Sunghoon’s chest. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your figure. 

You felt Jake leaning in against your back, his lips were at your ear when he whispered, “That’s our girl.” 

They let you breathe.

You laid there, trembling, chest heaving against Sunghoon’s bare skin. Your forehead rested just above his heart, the beat of it was calming. His arms tightened around your back, holding you to him like you were made of something precious and breakable.

“Did so good for us,” Sunghoon murmured, lips brushing the crown of your head. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”

His hand rubbed slow, soothing circles along your spine, easing the tremors still rippling through your limbs. He pressed soft kisses into your hair, onto your temple, and then just above your brow. You let yourself melt into him, every inch of your body boneless, content, loved.

You barely noticed the soft sound of rustling fabric behind you. Barely registered the shift of the mattress, the sound of a zipper, the thud of clothes being discarded onto the floor.

Until you felt something hard. 

The thick press of something undeniably real nudging against your ass, the slick head brushing your skin. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you felt Jake, again, behind you, one large hand running up your spine. He exhaled a quiet groan at the sight of you sprawled like that, ruined and pliant between them. His other hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, lazily pumping himself as he leaned forward, lips brushing along the back of your shoulder.

`Ready for me?” He guided his length against your ass without waiting for a response, the tip brushing the swell of your cheek, dragging up and down slowly, deliberately, just to feel your skin shiver against him. His cock was heavy, hard, veins prominent along the shaft, the head flushed and leaking against your backside.

Sunghoon chuckled softly beneath you, feeling your breath hitch. “She’s so sensitive still,” he said gently, his fingers stroking your hair. “But I think she can take it, can’t you, baby?”

You just shifted your hips slightly, a soft movement of your ass pressing back into Jake, your legs spreading instinctively, inviting him in without a single word.

Jake cursed under his breath. “Fuck. I think we got our answer.” 

His hand smoothed up your spine again, and then gently,so gently, he guided your hips to arch, pressing the curve of your back just right, making you rise onto your elbows against Sunghoon’s chest. He leaned forward, letting the head of his cock nestle between your cheeks, then lower, until it pressed against your already soaked entrance. He ran the tip along your folds, collecting your wetness, groaning softly at how slick and warm you were even now.

Next, the thick head of his cock breached you, stretching you open inch by inch until your eyes fluttered shut.

“Ohh my god, Jake–” you choked, the fullness making your limbs tremble.

Jake’s hand gripped your hip tighter. He didn’t stop until he was buried deep, every inch seated inside, snug and hot and overwhelming in a way that made your whole body quake.

Your mouth hung open, a moan spilling out as your arms trembled against Sunghoon’s chest. His hands cradled your ribs gently, his thumbs stroking soft, comforting lines as if to say, You’re okay. You’re doing so well.

“Jesus, baby,” Jake rasped behind you. “I love your cunt so much.” 

Then he began to move.

A deep, fluid pull and a slow thrust back in, making your entire body lurch forward just slightly. Every time his hips met yours, the wet slap echoed through the room lewdly.

You cried out at the sensation, your head tilting back instinctively, spine arching deeper. You couldn’t restrain the sounds you were making even if you wanted. 

The pressure. The pace. The sound of slick skin meeting slick skin. Your body rocked between the two of them, Jake’s thrusts driving into you from behind, your chest pressed to Sunghoon's as he whispered praises between kisses to your temple. All of it was mind blowing. 

Your moans came in broken bursts, lips parted against Sunghoon’s skin, your fingers digging into his biceps like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Hey.” Sunghoon’s voice cut through the haze. His fingers cupped your jaw, guiding your gaze up to meet his. “Look at me.”

Your lashes fluttered, your lips trembling around another moan as you forced your eyes open, your vision blurred with tears from the intensity. You barely managed to focus on him, but his expression was impossible to miss; stern and adoring all at once.

“Who’s fucking you right now, baby?” he asked, his voice deadly smooth.

You whimpered, the question sinking deep into your already overwhelmed brain. You opened your mouth to answer but all that came out was a helpless, choked moan. Feeling Jake deep inside your gut didn’t help either. 

Sunghoon leaned closer, his nose brushing yours, his voice even quieter now. “No, no. Use your words,” he whispered. “Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

Your mouth moved soundlessly for a second, lost in the chaos of your body’s pleasure. Jake was relentless behind you, his hand tightening on your hip, other hand tightly squeezing your shoulder.

“I–ah” yet you tried. “Jake–”

Sunghoon smirked, but his eyes stayed locked with yours, his thumb brushing your cheek gently.

“Yeah, he’s fucking you so good, isn’t he?”

You whimpered in response, unable to do much else, your body still jerking forward with each of Jake’s thrusts behind you. You were barely hanging on, your breath catching every time Jake’s hips slapped against your ass.

Sunghoon tilted his head, brushing his lips against yours, not quite kissing you yet, just breathing with you. 

“You know he doesn’t fuck anyone else like this, right?” he murmured, the words threading into your ears like silk. “You’re the only one we come home to.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth, then the other, then finally pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “The only one we fall asleep beside.”

Jake groaned behind you, slowing just enough to make every deep push feel like a claim. “The only one we dream about.” he added, voice wrecked.

Sunghoon’s fingers found your chin again, tilting your face to look at him. “So don’t even let that pretty little head of yours worry about stupid shit like that again, yeah?”

You blinked through tears, your chest tightening at how gently he said them, how true they sounded even through the blur of pleasure.

“Only you,” Sunghoon whispered. “Only ever you, alright?”

Jake’s pace faltered after a couple of rough thrusts. His hips slowed, dragging through your walls with an almost unbearable languidness, giving you nothing but deep, shallow rolls that made your insides clench around him desperately.

You let out a broken sound, hips trying to follow him back, chasing more. “Jake…” you breathed .But Jake didn’t give in.

Instead, you felt both his hands wrap firmly around your waist. You gasped as he dragged you backwards, gently but firmly, shifting your body off of Sunghoon’s abdomen. Your cheek brushed the wrinkled sheets as Jake settled you on all fours in the middle of the bed, your thighs already trembling beneath you from all the sensations going on in your body. 

You gasped and braced yourself fully on your arms, elbows digging into the mattress, shaking slightly. 

Without needing to speak, Sunghoon seemed to understand exactly what Jake was doing.

He sat up slowly. Wordless, he moved up the bed until his back rested against the headboard, knees bent and legs spread. Just enough for you to see the sharp line of his erection pressing up against the front of his sweats.

Then he reached for you, his fingers brushing gently through the messy strands of hair that had stuck to your damp skin. He smoothed them back, tucking them behind your ear like you were the only thing in the world worth looking at.

After making sure your hair wouldn’t be in your way, Sunghoon pulled his sweats down just enough. His cock sprang free, hard, the tip wet and angry. One hand stayed tangled in your hair, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking himself slowly.

Sunghoon's thumb brushed over your bottom lip as you blinked up at him, your eyes glassy, lips parted in anticipation. 

“Open for me, baby.” 

You did and he guided the tip of his cock to your mouth, smearing the wetness across your tongue before slowly easing in. Inch by inch, he fed it to you, watching your lips stretch around him, his jaw clenching the deeper he went.

“Just like that.” he dragged the words, hand tightening in your hair as he held your head still, not forcing, just… guiding.

Behind you, Jake moved too.

You barely had a moment to adjust before his hips snapped forward again, pulling a ragged moan from deep inside you, muffled by Sunghoon now. Jake’s grip on your waist returned. His pace began to build gradually.

Their rhythm was intoxicating. Jake thrusted harder now, each snap of his hips sending your body forward right onto Sunghoon’s cock, which glided deeper into your mouth every time you were rocked. And yet… they were careful with you. Gentle, in all the ways that made your body feel safe even in this situation. Worshipful, you could say that.

Jake’s fingers squeezed your hips, thumbs stroking over the bruises he was no doubt leaving behind. “You’re doing so good for– for me, oh fuck!” he rasped, the strain in his voice impossible to hide.

Sunghoon groaned softly, his hand grabbing the back of your neck, his other hand petting your hair.

Your legs were trembling, your arms no better, and the pleasure was building again. The stretch of Jake inside you, the salty taste of Sunghoon, the fullness, the heat, it was too much and not enough all at once. Your moans grew frantic, muffled.

“That’s it, pretty. Let go for us. Let go all over my cock. Let me feel how much you love being loved like this.” 

You did as if his words were your cue. Your whole body locked up, a sob of pleasure escaping around Sunghoon’s cock as you came. Your body trembled more violently, walls fluttering around Jake, pulling him in deeper, squeezing him tight.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck–” Jake cursed loud, the rhythm of his hips faltering until he came to a stop. Hips pressed against your ass as he let his cum paint your insides. He leaned over your back to kiss your spine, panting against the sweaty skin.  

And just as you were coming down from your high, Sunghoon exhaled sharply above you. His fingers tightened in your hair.

“I’m– fuck, baby, I’m gonna–ah–ah”

You looked up, your eyes still glassy, mouth still full, and you didn’t pull away, patiently waiting for him to release his seed down your throat.

Sunghoon moaned your name as his hips jerked, his head hitting back against the headboard with a thud. You tasted it before anything else, the warmth, the salt, his pleasure spilling onto your tongue as he held you close through it. You swallowed it all, Sunghoon’s hand finally left your head, dropping beside him mindlessly. His cock popped off your mouth with a wet sound, and your head lolled against his inner thigh to rest there. 

You all stayed like that for a while.

Jake eventually slid out of you with a low grunt, his hands still holding your waist, gentle this time, as he caught his breath. The absence made you shiver.

Sunghoon didn’t speak. He just moved as if your body belonged in his arms. He leaned forward and scooped you up from all fours into his lap, cradling you sideways against his chest like you weighed nothing at all. His hands held you so carefully, one arm beneath your knees and the other at your back.

You melted into him, cheek pressed against the curve of his shoulder.

He kissed you softly, lazily, tasting the lingering salt on your tongue with a hum of satisfaction. Then he pressed his forehead to yours, his breath still warm and slightly uneven.

“Now, give us an actual answer, baby. Are you still mad?” he asked, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, the kind that only came when every inch of you was boneless and loved. “I don’t even remember what I was mad about.”

Sunghoon chuckled, nose brushing yours. He looked so pretty like this, sweaty, flushed, pupils wide.

From behind, Jake’s voice joined, a little rough, a little smug. “Good. Isn't worth remembering anyway.”

He leaned down, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as he pulled the blanket up over the three of you, wrapping you in warmth.

“You two are so annoying.” you mumbled into Sunghoon’s chest, but there was no real bite in your words.

“Yeah,” Jake murmured, settling in beside Sunghoon, hand draped over your thighs. “But we’re yours.”

a/n 2: tumblr glitched the fuck out while formatting this. if it ruined the writing, i'm throwing hands. hope you enjoyed ˆˆ

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THE CURSE THAT NAMED YOU.

── "a hell where i embrace you must be like heaven."

DEMONS are portrayed as heartless creatures who feed on humans without remorse. But you are proof that even monsters can feel. After centuries of wandering, you’ve learned that the deepest hunger isn’t for blood — it’s for connection. And to the four men you gave eternity, your curse now beats with a heart.

content tags: enha hyung line x demon! reader, set in different timelines (new stone age, late middle ages, early modern period.), heavy smut (but plot more than porn), each warnings will be list in each chapter, body horror!, cannibalism, supernatural elements, angst, mentions of murder, slavery, sexual harrassment and other dark sensitive topics. eventual poly relationship, heeseung is a very very jealous man, hyung line fighting over smallest things in every chapter. group sex. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

TO LHS, 3,000 YEARS AGO

War between rival tribes tore the land apart, leaving nothing behind but fire. In the aftermath, Lee Heeseung was taken — a boy with no power, no freedom, and no future. Stripped of his identity and raised to obey, he became a slave before he was even old enough to understand the meaning of the word. And then, there was you.

TO PJS, 700 YEARS AGO

It is the 14th century. Christianity reigns across Europe, and the Catholic Church holds power. Fear spreads faster than truth — fear of the devil, of darkness, of anything that dares to defy prayer. The accused are dragged through mud and flame, their names erased, their stories silenced. And what they call justice begins to look a lot like cruelty.

In the midst of this darkness, as yet another soul is marched to his execution, you see him. Park Jongseong, condemned, and already half-dead — meet yours, hold no hatred. No fear. Just quiet defiance wrapped in something almost… gentle.

TO SJY, 400 YEARS AGO

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TO PSH, 200 YEARS AGO

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TAGLIST: OPEN! COMMENT DOWN.

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in perfect sync. j.jh smau

♫⋆♪ ₊˚. humour, friends to enemies to lovers, secret relationship, forced proximity, college au, dancer au, hiphopdancer!jaehyun, fboy!jaehyun, balletdancer!yn

synopsis. your dance college wasn’t the easiest to get in to, let alone was it easy to stay. so what happens when your college decides they need to cut two of the dance teams from competing ever again, the ballet team and the hiphop team. will both teams get along in order to solve their connected issue, or will they fight to get their own team back to competing again? only you and hiphop dance team captain, jeong jaehyun, can decide your teams fates. but there’s one problem, you hate eachother.

WARNINGS: mention of drugs/alcohol, language, jokes about sex, mention of injury, some usage of ballet terminology, lots of extensive lore?, angst, lots of angst, slowburn as fuck obviously, major character betrayal, lots of lying, i mean LOTS of lying, jaehyun is an asshole for like 50% of this, the plot gets v messy and confusing but i live for that so

DISCLAIMER: all portrayals of people are fake and from my imagination, in no way am i claiming that they act like this irl.

written wc: 8.8k

STATUS: complete! — 09.03.24 - 10.02.24

TAGLIST - OPEN!

MASTERLIST

[profiles one] || [profiles two]

[one — jungwoos scared of girls]

[two — that can’t be good]

[three — well that sucks]

[four — he’s stalking you]

[five — we were just friends]

[six — the man he was] half written

[seven — i need to talk to you]

[eight — i’ve waited so long]

[nine — roses]

[ten — im over you]

[eleven — ur over me?]

[twelve — betrayal] written chapter

[thirteen — dimples]

[fourteen — conflict] written chapter

[fifteen — i never knew]

[sixteen — you’re welcome, btw]

[seventeen — she deserves to know]

[eighteen — it was me.] written chapter

[nineteen — hey guys…]

[twenty — collab of the century]

[twenty-one — i’m happy he’s over u]

[twenty-two — i did it for you] written chapter

[twenty-three — no one knows except..]

[twenty-four — that same old dimpled smile] written chapter

[twenty-five — everything about you]

[twenty-six — however hard it may be.] half written

[twenty-six and a half — it’s finally happening]

[twenty-seven — they can wait]

[twenty-eight — ive nothing to fear] written chapter

[twenty-nine — they don’t know we know they know we know]

[thirty — in perfect sync.] written chapter

end.

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LOVE ON THE (DANCE) FLOOR⚡️(L.JN)

SUMMARY: jeno was not thrilled about you joining his dance team, especially because he starts messing up every time you’re around. is it really his fault that he gets distracted by how good you look when you dance?

GENRE: smau, enemies to lovers, fluff, humor, angst, college au, dancer!jeno x bookworm!reader

WARNINGS: jeno is kinda mean, profanity, jokes about death, sexual jokes, slightly suggestive, inaccurate depictions of the majors that are mentioned, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of (mild) illness/injury, mentions of hard childhood/trauma

PLAYLIST: daddy issues by the neighborhood, safety net by ariana grande (ft. ty dolla $ign), you get me so high by the neighborhood, i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, lie to girls by sabrina carpenter, stargazing by the neighborhood

NOTES: hiiiiiiii i know i just posted jgmar like two weeks ago but i’m back with ANOTHER smau bc i cant stfu so strap yourselves in and lets get freak nasty‼️ special thanks to babygirl @domjaehyun for helping me with the banner💞💞💞

TAGLIST: open !!! please lmk if you’d like to be added :)

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profiles(1): the dancers

profiles(2): the “nerds”

intro: donghyuck she’s SIX

ch.1: hater alert🚨

ch.2: girl…self respect..?

ch.3: tldr: i got jumped.

ch.4: in this house we stan winter.

ch.5: drama o clock🍿

ch.6: since we’re lying now…

ch.7: odd…peculiar even…

ch.8: jeno is a liar and a half.

ch.9: 1 step forward, 3 steps back

ch.10: the bells are ringing

ch.11: NOT jeffree star approved

ch.12: and the crowd is…concerned

ch.13: winter and y/n’s dorm📍

ch.14: geeking and tweaking

ch.15: get a load of this guy

ch.16: the cat distribution system

ch.17: okay guys what the flip…

ch.18: me and the voices

ch. 19: having a what on who😟

ch.20: anyone else scared?

ch.21: if i could fly

ch.22: bros cooked

ch.23: the adults are talking.

ch.24: jenos life is a joke.

ch.25:

[wilonevys]

i hate u ? i love u ? (lee haechan smau)

you don’t know what’s gotten over you to make you want to major in biochem but here you are, and top of your class as well.

well, second because for some reason the cocky and corny frat boy who’s almost never sober has taken the first place from you and you don’t know how. one thing you do know is that you hate him and his whole existence and.. maybe he does too ?

an academic rivals smau : biochem major reader x biochem major haechan

GENRE: enemies to lovers, comedy, humor, angst, college au with the full experience

WARNINGS: not a single redeemable character tbh…. mark x y/n drama and backstory (it’s messy), a lot of drama and curse words, mature themes (sex, alcohol, drugs you name it), sometimes angsty (blame it on mark), big friend group (frat boys oops)

FEATURING: other nct members appearances + other groups as well (katseye, aespa)

STATUS: on going (19-5-2025)

TAGLIST: closed!

a/n: well hello!! this is the first time i post a smau i hope it goes well hehe, i hope you like it i have a lot of ideas and i’ll try my best to update regularly !

profiles: quadruple threat / sigmaphi gods

1) very chalant vs nonchalant

2) party with the hags

3) who the fuck is inside (written)

4) cockblockers

5) renjun’s grumpy friend

6) oopsie daisy

7) what’s wrong with my rizz

8) i’m getting harassed by frat boys

9) she’s in enemy territory for two reasons

10) okay princess (semi written)

11) is she coming to a game with assignments?? (semi written)

12) she needs that attitude fucked off of her

13) you’re not an alpha male

14) he’s back (written)

15) behave (semi written)

16) pu**y and power

17) two academic weapons locking in

18) you want that cookie so bad

19) nobody wants to see your a** cheeks

20) hold that thought (mostly written)

21) get out of my head, mission accomplished?

22) you make me nervous

23) did he just try to kiss me ? (semi written)

24) simp behavior 101 (semi written)

25) happy games season! (mostly written)

26) look at my boyfie

27) i miss my nonchalance

28) enjoy that ride (mostly written) 18+

29) welcome to NCTU (part one) (part two)

30) get me out of this place (semi written)

31) lee donghyuck

32) be a man (semi written)

33) will you stop liking her (semi written)

34) i like you too

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epilogue

[wilonevys]

Dark Moon (Chapter Five)

those days fell into place one by one, like pieces of a puzzle

until one day a long shadow fell before my eyes 🌓

PROLOGUE, CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR

description: foreign pack leader jay brings unmated alphas to join jake’s dwindling pack, and you find yourself caught between two leaders.

pairing: alpha jake x female reader // alpha jay x female reader

featuring: sunghoon, sunoo, heeseung

genre: abo, heavy plot, heavy smut, love triangle. m/f.

warnings: alpha/omega possessive dynamics (can be interpreted as dubcon but is not intended). read to your comfort level. 

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Sunghoon came home late that night to a surprise at his front door. He spotted you from a few feet away, your figure standing still on the small porch, back to him, hair cascading down around your frame. Coming closer, he stepping onto the porch slowly calling your name.

When you didn't respond Sunghoon walked around you, finding it strange you were in only an oversized t-shirt despite the chilly night, before registering the blank look on your face. Calling your name again, waving a hand in front of your face. You didn't blink, staring straight ahead.

The alpha cocked an eyebrow, chuckling slightly. "Well look at that..."

Glancing at the full moon above, his smile grew more delighted before he unlocked and pushed open the front door-- watching you walk in. Followed behind as your sleeping form made its way to Jongseong's bedroom door.

Then he knocked.

"Jayyyy, wakey wakey, " he sang, "You have a visitor."

After a moment the door opened to reveal the half-, asleep alpha. His eyes quickly widened at the sight of you standing there, your name a raspy question mark. "what are you doing--" he looked toward Sunghoon who stood behind you, looking amused.

"She's not going to respond. She's sleep walking."

Jongseong rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking  down at your face carefully. You were perfectly still, expressionless. In nothing but a t-shirt.

"What the fuck Sunghoon?" Jongseong snatched a jacket from his room, motioning to drape it over you.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're not supposed to wake sleep walkers.”

The pack leader froze, looking at Sunghoon suspiciously before sighing and tossing the jacket aside. "What is she doing here? It's the middle of the night."

"How should I know? I just got home and there she was, waiting to be let in. Walked straight to your door." He looked at his leader pointedly and Jongseong rolled his eyes.

"Go get Jake."

It was Sunghoon's turn to roll his eyes.

“It's a full moon out.”

Jongseong glared at him. “Now Sunghoon.”

The younger alpha scoffed but made his way to the front door to fetch the head alpha.

Jongseong looked at you, suddenly very aware that he was alone with you for the second time today. He’d been thinking of you since earlier. But your eyes were distant, unblinking. Unaware....

He took in your face, allowing himself to look at you up close. Drank in every inch shamelessly, your eyes, nose, the shape of your lips. Curled his hands into fists as he inhaled, your scent filling his senses completely.

He let out a breath eyes shutting instinctually as his wolf shuttered. You might not have been able to smell him anymore, but he could still smell you. It was getting more difficult to reign in his wolf while around you, so he'd begun doubling his suppressants dosage.

He wanted you so bad. It was so fucked up.

The one omega who had ever effected him, effected his wolf, and she was mated to his best fucking friend.

Jongseong cursed at the thought, catching the other alpha's scent on the oversized t-shirt you had on, breaking his intense focus on you as shame washed back over him.

He moved away from you to slump onto his bed, where he could watch you from a distance. Buried his face in his hands, startled when you spoke suddenly.

“Alpha.”

Looking up he realized you were now standing in front of him. Without warning, you dropped down onto his lap clumsily and he quickly placed a hand on your back to hold you steady, propping his weight up with his free hand.

"Shit" he murmured, watching to see if you'd stir awake at his touch. But you stared back, emotionless.

Swallowing, hand digging into the mattress, the alpha could hardly breathe, tense under you. The fact you had only underwear on under the t-shirt and no bra suddenly very evident. Could feel your warmth as your legs straddled him, see the shape of your breasts through the material. It took everything in him not to let his hands roam.

The imagine of you in his own t-shirt earlier that day, clinging to your wet body, crossed his mind and his cock twitched. You smelled so good.

He had to move you, even if it woke you. Couldn't risk Jake walking in and seeing you this way. Or him with a tent. Huffing, he grabbed your waist flipping your positions so you were seated on the bed trying his best not to jostle you. Freezing when he felt you relax.

"Jongseong?" your voice came softly from under him, thick with groggy confusion.

He blinked looking down at your face as you stirred awake, your gaze no longer distant but growing startled. Your scent seemed to shift from calm and sweet to sharp, growing stronger with panic.

He hated how he could read your emotions so vividly and his wolf reacted, scrambling off of you and backing away quickly to create distance. He'd scared you, and he hated that too.

"What's going on?"

Jake appeared, flipping on one of the dim lights in the bedroom. His eyes zeroed in on his omega, and then moved to the alpha standing across the room.

Something itched at him, seeing you sitting on another's bed. Imagined the scent of his sheets clinging to you but, a moment later, noticed the room had no particular scent at all.

Jongseong rubbed the back of his neck grateful he'd arrived a second later. Had fixed his face into the usual expressionless mask he tended to wear around you. "She just woke up."

Your alpha approached you, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face. "Baby? Are you ok?"

Sunghoon came to Jongseong's side, mumbling. "Why were you in the dark?"

Jongseong grit his teeth, watching the exchange in front of him. "I didn't want to wake her."

Sunghoon presses his lips together to keep a smile back. "Well. That clearly didn't work."

You're puzzled, looking around the room and recognizing it as the one you'd prepared for Jongseong. Then you meet your alpha's worried eyes. "What's going on?"

Jake paused feeling as confused as you looked. "You were sleep walking, my love. Are you okay?" He brushed your hair back gently.

You frown. Sleep walking? But why were you here? Why had you woken up to Jongseong above you? You had no recollection of anything.

The alpha sighed when you didn't respond, scooping you up in his arms and making his way toward the door. He glanced at the other two. "We'll talk tomorrow, I should get her back home."

They nodded silently, feeling awkward, unsure what else to say.

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Jake settled you into your bedroom before locking and placing a chair in front of the door. Just in case.

Returning to you, he pulled you into his arms settling against the pillows, your back pressed to his chest, body tucked in between his legs. 

"You've never sleep walked before." His tone was neutral, more of an observation than anything. You shook your head against his shoulder, gazing out of the bedroom window at the full moon.

He could feel how tense you were, could tell you were holding back. Tightening his arms around you he places soft lips to your shoulder. "Talk to me baby."

You shut your eyes, the urge to cry sudden and strong. "I don't know what to say."

Jake nuzzled your neck with his nose. "It's okay. You did nothing wrong." Tracing his lips from the shell of your ear down your neck, shoulder and then back up, trailing kisses until he feels you relax in his hold.

A part of him felt responsible for making your omega anxious, knew it could lead to unsual behaviors.

"Everything's gonna be okay," Jake slides your jaw into his hand, tilting your head up so he can kiss you gently.

You lean into the kiss, wanting to get lost in him.

Wanting to forget the image of Jongseong above you even as it clung to you. First the dreams, now this. Reality was blurring and you needed your anchor. Kissed back hard, twisting around until you were straddling him.

Jake pulled away slightly, surprised. “Baby are you sure you’re okay—“

You quickly tugged your shirt off then grabbed his shoulders. “I just want to enjoy the rest of tonight with you,” kissing him again, cutting off any response.

Sliding your tongue into his mouth, hands traveling down his chest to push at his t-shirt. Quickly breaking the kiss so he could remove it before your mouths crashed together again. Trailing your nails down his chest with force, enough to hurt, to mark, and the alpha growled dropping his head back. “Fuck.”

You caught your breath staring down at your handiwork against his skin. Lifting a hand to brush a finger over the wound gently. “Pretty.”

Jake lifts his head off the pillows to stare at you. “Yes, you are...” Grabs your jaw with a jerk so you look at him, his pupils wide.

“My turn to mark you.”

He flipped you with ease latching onto a nipple before sinking his teeth into the swell of your breast, squeezing the other. You arch against him in response, tangling a hand in the thick locks of his hair. Jake takes his time placing more bite marks across your chest, down your stomach, leaving his final mark on your inner thighs.

The alpha knew they would heal and fade but he enjoyed seeing them, pressing his lips over the markings on your thigh, inches from your slit and you moan squirming in his hold. Jake lifts his head eyes drinking in your body as you gazed up at him, your chest rising as you panted, legs spread in his hands, dripping wet with need. He locked the image away, knowing he'd miss it the moment he left.

Jake smiles down at you, but it isn't a sweet smile, more primal than anything. "Look at you..." presses two long fingers to your pussy, "so fucking needy for me." You whimper as fingers sink into you, slick pouring out obscenely onto his wrist, your thighs, the sheets below you. "Please alpha--" His hand pulls back, slapping your soaking hole before flipping you to your stomach, bending down to take a hard bite of each asscheek. You arch back against his mouth, eyes rolling, the sharp sting of his canines turning you on even more.

Gripping your ass sitting up, brushing fingers over the red bite marks before lining himself up, quickly sliding in until he was balls deep in your pussy. "Fuck," Jake clenching his jaw, holding himself there, grinding deep inside to enjoy the stretch. "take my cock so perfect baby."

You grip down and he digs strong fingers into your hips holding you in place as he picks up a sharp pace. The alphas thrusts were always deliberate, controlled, powerful. He was good with his hips and he knew what you liked, where it felt best, knew your body after years of study.

And so he had you moaning into the mattress, gripping the pillows around you, knees held up only by his iron hold on your hips. Your ass in the air, cheeks bouncing off his thighs with a loud slap that drove the alpha feral, pounding in harder wanting to see your skin blossom with bruises. Slapped a hand across his bite marks, the skin sensitive and you whimpered at the burn.

Jake's eyes were blown, taking in the view as you swallowed his cock. Fucked into you with force, squeezing slick out of you in copious amounts. "God babe-- never seen you this wet-- need my cock this bad?" Words were lost to you, moaning into the mattress in response, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Arousal poured from your asshole, sliding down your crack obscenely and he groaned plugging a thumb in your hole, gripping over the meaty flesh. Felt your pussy spasm around him, knew you were close.

“A-alpha-- please, please..” You ramble on begging pathetically and Jake fists a hand in your hair, tugging your head back hard.

"Please alpha? Please what?" plush lips are at your ear, voice low.

"Gonna c-cum--" you're shaking now, tightening impossibly over his relentless cock. “Don't stop, don't stop....please, need more--” Jake's groan in your ear is enough to send you over,  growing louder as you pulse around him.

He was slowing down but quickly moved you to your back continuing his assault on your spasming pussy. Hunching over you pressing forehead to yours. “Not gonna stop baby, not till you're covered in my cum.” He kisses you and you eagerly meet his tongue, sliding both hands into his hair, locking your legs around his waist as he emptied himself inside you.

The alpha doesn't stop, plows into every hole as the night stretches-- the need to mark and scent you, to take you as his, to comfort and reassure his omega consuming his brain. Even as the sun began to rise, he stayed entangled with you. He'd get no rest before his departure, but he didn't care.

You lay curled in the sheets naked as he stirred to shower, once the early-morning dawn began to spill sunlight into your bedroom. Covered in his cum surrounded by his smell you smiled and swatted at his hand when he attempted to wipe you clean.  He laughed. "My dirty girl wants to stay covered in my cum all day?" Circled your wrists firmly as he cleaned you up and you whined.

"Wanna smell like you."

Jake smiled, finishing up. "Then don't shower." Kisses your forehead. "'Till I'm back."

You wrinkle your nose.

"I won't shower today."

Jake sat up looking down at you with soft eyes. A moment of comfortable silence passed, the alpha running slender fingers over your skin. "I love the way you glow after we make love." His mouth curved into a small smile and you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. Your omega content, beaming -- emitting a gentle glow.

Fingers continued to trace you, stopping at the mark on your thigh. "Wish this was always here."

You looked down. Not wanting to think about everything that'd been happening, not wanting to worry about mating. Your heat. The dreams. The sleep walking. Jake leaving.

"Maybe I'll just sleep the whole time you're gone," you mumble.

Jake smiled slightly at your pouting, placing a barely-there kiss over the mark. It already appeared less vibrant.

"Don't do that. I want you to stay busy."

"Busy with what?"

The alpha yawned, stretching as he sat up. "I'm asking Sunoo to stay here, to sleep upstairs with you. I'm sure he'll find ways to keep your mind off of me."

You roll your eyes, doubting it. But you were delighted to hear he'd changed his mind and your friend would also be keeping you company. You'd planned to avoid the downstairs of the house, where the alpha would be staying.

You sat up quickly as he moved to stand. "Where are you going?"

Jake made his way to the bathroom. "To shower... join me?"

"Do you have another round in you?"

He raised his eyebrows, touching his chin in thought before shaking his head. "Sorry baby. Need the energy I have left for this trek."

You plopped back down on the bed dramatically. "Then no."

Laughing your alpha disappeared and it wasn't long before you heard him singing from the shower, his voice pretty and loud. Carried over the sound of the water and you used it as a soundtrack to your work.

Gathering the sheets, his pillows, and more articles of clothing around the bedroom, pulling more from the closet. Hoodies, t-shirts, pants, even boxers, throwing them onto a pile on the bed. You arranged each piece carefully until a fully-realized nest sat atop your large bed. You climbed into the middle of it curling up comfortably, shutting your eyes, surrounded by Jake's scent. The melody of his voice drifting you into a dreamless sleep.

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You kept your word and didn't shower the first day your alpha was away. Refusing to leave the refuge of your nest. Sleep was peaceful in your sanctuary, his scent so overpowering it chased away dreams of any other wolf and you slept better than you had in weeks.

Sunoo left food out for you but by the second day he'd had enough. Wrinkling his nose he entered your bedroom, dragging you from the cloud of alpha aroma and into his bedroom across the hall.

"Jake's orders, you're only allowed to sulk for 24 hours. We're going out tonight."

You grumbled but accepted the towel he handed you, showering as Sunoo held his breath and returned to your room to select an outfit. You'd forgotten there would be another gathering tonight, another festivity for the packs to mingle and bond under the full moon.

As your alpha's scent washed away, reason returned, knowing you should be there to represent him. You eyed the bite marks all along your naked flesh, fainter than before but still present. He was with you even still.

Sunoo was not happy about the marks, having to adjust your outfit to keep most hidden, all but those along your chest. Your top hung low, the red canine marks peeking over the material that stretched taunt across your breast and you wore them proudly. The pair of you headed out, and though you caught faint traces of the visiting alpha's scent, he was not in the house as you left.

You didn't want to admit it but it felt good to get out -- greeting friends and pack members from both sides. There was excitement in the air from the new couples, many had matched off with the Park pack successfully and you felt proud of Jake's leadership. Your pack morale had thrived.

But a voice in your mind whispered and wished. Wished you could relate, as you observed the freshly marked necks of your fellow Omegas from afar.

The voice grew louder as your wolf sensed Jongseong's -- entering the room. You were irritated at your ability to sense it instantaneously. Irritated that in a room full of wolves your senses honed in on him like a camera focusing on it's subject. He never came to these and yet tonight he was dressed up, pristine outfit all black and snug, an earring dangling from one ear.

You wound your way around the room, being pulled into various groups and conversation. Liquor flowing through you, soothing any anxieties for the time being.

Jongseong hovered within eyesight but kept his distance, dark eyes following you through the crowd, stare so intense you could physically feel it but you averted your gaze, pretending not to. He seemed to be taking his care-taker role seriously.

Eventually the wolf made his way toward you, eyes locked on yours as he approached. It reminded you of the first night you'd met him, in the dining hall. Everything else melting away, your focus only on one another. He stopped quite close to you, close enough so you'd hear him over the crowd.

Your eyes drifted toward his adams apple, watching it move as he swallowed, his usual composure waned as he looked down at you, sensing his uneasiness by the way his eyes flickered when you looked back up again. Jongseong contemplated what to say first, but blurted, "Are you upset with me?" His jaw clenched, wishing that'd come out calmer. Gentler.

"No.” You answered too quickly.

"You haven't come down from your room--"

"That's nothing to do with you."

Jongseong scowled. "If it's about the other night--"

"You mean when I woke up on your bed, under you? Or that you forgot to mention that detail to Jake?"

The crease between his brow deepened. The look stirred something in your wolf, sensing his annoyance.

"Look, you showed up in the middle of the night. You almost fell over and when I set you down you woke up-- that's it. There was no point mentioning it to Jake. But I wanted to explain...to you. Nothing else happened."

You bristled, as he scowled down at you, so close you could feel his breath warm against your cheek. "What was I even doing in your room?" you kept your voice low, didn't mean to sound accusing, but your lapse in memory bothered you.

You'd already heard the story from Jake, that you'd wandered out of the house to the closest neighbor. He'd seemed to assume it was aimless wandering, seemed relieved it was only his best friend's place, rather than another alpha. You didn't share that sentiment. And you wondered what happened during those moments of slumber within the house.

Sunghoon and Jongseong had assured Jake they'd found you, brought you inside, fetched him, and that was that. There was no mention of what happened seconds before Jake walked in. But the way he'd felt atop you...even drowsy with sleep you recalled the tension and panic radiating off of him before he quickly backed away. His emotions had washed over you, like a wave.

Jongseong was quiet for a moment, contemplating. "I don't know why you were there. But nothing happened besides that. I just thought you should know."

There was something off, your wolf could sense it, but you could also sense that he felt bad. Guilty even. You stared at him, marveling at how easy it was to read him despite the how hard he tried to be stoic - his face so close you could clearly see the faint scar across the bridge of his nose. You'd never noticed it before.

So you nodded, taking a step back. "I wasn't worried anyway. Jake trusts you."

Jongseong's eyes glanced at the marks across your cleavage. You flushed under his gaze.

"Do you trust me?"

Your wolf wanted to leap in affirmation, but you paused, then shook your head silently. The alpha laughed, that scoff-like laugh that held no real humor. "I guess I haven’t done much to earn it."

"We're trusting him with our Packs safety..." Jakes words echoed in your skull.

You glanced up at the moon, it's pale light casting shadows across you both. "It's not that. You have done a lot for us. But... if I'm honest...I haven't felt like myself, since you've arrived." You'd ached to say these words to your alpha, but they came naturally now. The truth.

Surprise crossed Jongseong's face. "What do you mean--"

"-- May I cut in?" Sunghoon appeared, drinks in hand. He handed you one and the pack leader hesitated watching you.

"Sunghoon." He said, shortly. "I think she's had enough."

You scoffed, accepting the drink taking deep gulps just to spite the alpha, staring at him as you swallowed. You felt lighter from the small confession, or maybe it was the liquid pulsing through your veins.

Sunghoon broke into a wide grin and Jongseong rolled his eyes, looking away.

"I'll  decide when I've had enough." Pushing the empty glass into his hands with a smile, the wolf glared at you. "Go have fun Jongseong, it's a full moon." Turning quickly you headed out toward the large bonfire where there was music playing, wanting to get back to the party. Done with conversation, and happy to leave the wolf confused as he often left you.

To your dismay, Sunghoon followed you.

There were a few couples dancing and Sunghoon caught your wrist, pulling you into him with a spin. You yelped in surprise but he maneuvered you with ease grinning down at you.

“Dance with me? I’ll behave.”

Normally you would have rejected the offer but your body was on fire as the liquor coursed through you. Wanting a distraction from Jongseong, you slipped your hand into his.

You laughed and twirled dancing together around the fire. Others joined in around you, a crowd forming, Sunoo appearing with Heeseung in toe, dancing like he had a spotlight on him. Sunghoon knew how to dance too, smile bright and genuinely happy as you lost yourselves to the music.

After a few songs, the alpha leaned in to your ear so you'd hear him clearly. "You're glowing tonight." His eyes glanced over your chest at the displayed bite marks, cocking an eyebrow. "I take it you two have been enjoying the tea I gave you?"

You jerked his chin up to meet your gaze. "Has anyone ever told you you're incredibly inappropriate?"

Sunghoon smirked. "Once or twice."

You rolled your eyes, releasing his chin. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes. I think..." you glanced around at some of the familiar faces around you and lowered your voice, leaning in. "I can sense my heat coming. Hopefully," you laughed, allowing yourself to feel excited at the thought.

"Can I ask how?"

"Well..." Not really wanting to share details about your heightened libido each morning. One that already missed the feel of Jake.

"Strange dreams, perhaps?"

You paused your dancing a bit, eyes narrowing.

The alpha shrugged. "A wild guess. Dreams are a common side- effect... so is sleep-walking.”

You frowned at him.

Sunghoon was watching the wheels in your head turn.

“Why, what did you see in your dreams?"

You flush, too drunk to fight the reaction. "That's none of your business.”

Sunghoon smiled, that annoying grin back, almost a jeer as he looked down at you. "Or should I ask who?"

He saw the surprise on your face before you could hide it and leaned in to whisper in your ear. "I did find it odd you sleep-walked to his bedroom."

A panic washed over you. How did Sunghoon know any of this? You shoved at him, which was pointless, he didn't budge an inch. "Sunghoon, let go--"

But the alpha shushed you keeping a gentle hold on you as he continued to dance, the music slower now. "Shhh shhh, easy, I just want to talk."

You were tense in his arms, the music only white noise as your mind raced. There were too many friends and pack members around, you wanted to shut down the conversation but you didn't want to cause a scene in your drunken panic. And part of you wanted answers. "Not here," you said shortly.

Sunghoon circled you slowly toward the edge of the crowd closer to the woods and away from anyone's earshot. "You shouldn't be embarrassed you know. The full moon is out, you hardly had a choice."

You pulled away from him completely, walking several feet away further into the shadows, irritation in every step. You could see perfectly in the dark and so could any on-lookers, but you were certain no one would hear from here. 

Sunghoon almost ran into you when you turned toward him quickly. "I've had enough of your mind games," you said, voice low and wavering with anger. You were ready to let out some of your pent-up frustration on the wolf. "You're going to tell me what the hell are you talking about. Are you drugging me? What was in that tea?"

The alpha stared at you for a long moment before responding calmly, "I already told you what the tea does. And no, I'm not drugging you.”

You shook your head, frustration stinging at your eyes but you refused to cry.  "You said it would induce my heat-- n-not ruin my sleep with dreams that make no sense or make me sleep-walk--"

Sunghoon cut you off, rolling his eyes in slight annoyance. "You really know nothing of your nature. Jake's kept you sheltered."

You gaped at him. "How dare you--"

But he cut you off again. "Maybe no one else will tell you this because they're afraid of your alpha, but let me explain. All that tea did was show your true nature.  In your sleep during the moons peak, you are the closest to the mind of your wolf. She's taking you toward your instinctual cravings. Dreaming and sleep-walking to your alpha.”

It was like your brain halted, trying to process his words.

"You've been dreaming of Jay, haven't you?"

Blood rushed to your head as images from the passed few weeks ghosted in front of your eyes, now brimming with angry tears at each memory. He was wrong. You shook your head in refusal. He'd given you that tea the week they'd arrived, and Jongseong hadn't wanted you to take it.

"You did this. You put something in that tea, in my drinks--"

Sunghoon laughed, that manic laugh you now hated so much.

"I only take credit for sprinkling a few tea leaves in your drink the first night. Jongseong had my head later." Rolled his eyes as he recalled it. "Didn't like that I gifted you the tea either...But you see, I told you what it was going to do. From the beginning. So I'll ask again, who have you been dreaming of each night?"

You glared at him, hot tears stinging at your eyes. Refusing to say the word. The name.

Sunghoon shook his head. "Haven't you wondered why him?" He glanced down at your chest. "Those bite marks mean little against animal instinct and you're running out of time if it is inducing your heat. I'm just trying to help.”

A single tear betrayed you, trailing down and you wiped it away quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't want him. I don't even know him."

"Well darling, your wolf does.”

“It's not possible— Jake—“

“Found you first and kept you to himself.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded at his words, bold and cruel. “You know nothing about us.”

“I know you're unmarked. And I know that whatever you may think, there will come a day that Jay will change that. You can't fight your nature.”

“Stop!” You were frustrated, panic not melding well with the liquor that made every emotion turbulent. “You don't know that...how could you know that.” You stared at him, desperately wanting him to be wrong. But he was Jongseong's right hand wolf. He knew everything about him. "Why are you doing this…Does-- did he....I mean. Did he say..."

"Did he talk about you? Y/n...you're blushing."

His tone was mocking now and you grit your teeth.

Sunghoon tilted his head to the side. "Don't you feel him? Staring at you all this time?"

You paused.

"If you ask me, he's in as much denial as you are. I bet if I just…” He leaned down suddenly bringing his body close, lips hovering above your neck.

Before you could react Jongseong was there, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you away into the dense trees. He was angry, gripping your wrist with force. It hurt, but you were too distracted by the fact he was touching you to notice. You'd never seen him angry before. The emotion radiating from him mixed with something else, something primal. 

He stopped abruptly, the silence heavy as he stared down at you, breathing too hard as if he were trying to temper himself. He was so close and you weren't sure why you did it but you lifted your face to his, noses brushing. The motion was too intimate, instinctual. A groan rumbled through Jongseong, almost like a purr, eyes closing lazily. Instantly calmed. But he jerked away a beat later, dropping your wrist and you shrunk back, spell breaking.

"You're Jake's mate, you can't just--" he looked away. " You can't act like that around my pack."

You stiffen, your wolf prowling in annoyance at his words and the way he always skillfully seemed to dodge her. Now feeling rejected and heated with impatience. The alcohol was messing with you, emotions scattered, giving far too much leeway to your wolf. Or maybe it was Jongseong. Maybe it was Jongseong that effected you, effected your wolf. Sunghoon's words whispering in your ear. You took a step toward him your wolf crouching, wanting to pounce.

"Like what? We were talking."

Jongseong crossed his arms, eyes guarded. "Didn't look like just talking.”

You took another step, squaring up to him. "Why were you watching us?"

The alpha grit his jaw, not responding right away. He wanted to do so many things, say so many things. Wanted to grab you, show you exactly why. Wanted to bend you to obedience. Watching you with the other alpha tonight, dancing, whispering together, had tested his patience. But he knew Sunghoon was just trying to rile him up.

"Because I'm in charge while your alpha is away."

"That doesn't answer my question. And you are not in charge of me."

His lips pulled into a smirk. "Why is it that with me, you suddenly want to be defiant. I'm supposed to be watching you."

"You're being an asshole," you took a step closer. Wanted to get the smirk off his face, your Omegas tail bristling in irritation. Maybe it wasn't quite fair, maybe he was just doing his job. But right now, you felt like a toy being played with. Like you had no control, and you needed to win some of that back.

Jongseong dropped his arms to his sides. "And you're being a brat--"

You lunged at him, foot catching on a lifted root, the pounce a clumsy stumble into his broad chest. Jongseong rolled his eyes, catching you and tossing you over his shoulder in one swift motion. You shrieked clinging onto him but he'd already broken into a run, heading for your home which didn't take long at his pace. He set you down once inside, holding back a laugh at the look on your face as you fixed your disheveled hair.

Then he grabbed your hand, tugging you to the kitchen and you bit your lip at the thrill that shot through you when he touched you again. Barely recovered from the journey here, the feel of his warm hands on your legs as he carried you.

Jongseong steered you to sit down before rounding the kitchen island to create a safe distance, resting his chin on a palm observing you. You flushed, feeling suddenly embarrassed at your outburst.

"If I did something to upset you...I'm sorry." The words were sincere and you stared down at the counter, the aggression that had taken you over dissipating the moment he'd slung you over his shoulder. You bit your lip.

"I'm sorry. For calling you an asshole. You're not."

The alpha shrugged, "It's fine. I'd apologize for calling you a brat but...you were kind of being one." You looked up to meet his eyes, humor glittering in them. "But I have to admit...I'm impressed....attacking an alpha like that..."

You sighed, if you'd been in form, your ears would be flattened to your head. "if you can call it that. I tripped and fell."

Jongseong laughed, it was a pretty sound. "You're drunk. It was still a cute effort." You flushed at the compliment and Jongseong cleared his throat, turning and busying himself by rummaging through the cabinets. You sat, watching as he began to brew a tea.

"That's not...the same tea Sunghoon gave me, right?"

He shook his head. "Just chamomile to sober you up, and help you sleep."

You watched him prepare it carefully, but there was no mystery ingredients in sight. Not that it made much of a difference, for all you knew, Sunghoon had already spiked the many drinks he'd handed you earlier that evening. His words swirled around in your brain, along with the warmth of Jongseong's hands on your thighs, gripping down to hold you steady as the trees blurred passed. Your mind clinging to one thought, your body another, battling for reason. For sense.

"Jake..." his name felt heavy on your tongue. "Would never man-handle me like that, you know."

The tea kettle began to whistle.

Jongseong poured out a cup, a small frown on his lips. "I'm not Jake."

You thanked him as he handed you the tea, staring down at it as it cooled, thinking over Sunghoon's words.

"But if he was here, I think he'd ask what's on your mind."

You looked up to see him watching you. He wasn't wearing his usual mask, concern etched over his features. Your wolf wanted to howl at the sight, crawling to the surface, pushing all reason aside as you gazed back at him. So beautiful. You'd thought so from the first night. Your wolf had reacted to his scent in a way you'd never experienced and now your dreams were the only way you could relive it. The kitchen smelled only of chamomile.

"You."

The word slipped out and you quickly sip the tea to shut yourself up. You really needed to sober up, your wolf too loud when you drank.

"Oh?"

But she just kept talking.

"Why can't I smell you anymore?"

Jongseong froze, face slowly going blank once more as he stared at you for what felt like ages.

"What do you mean...anymore?"

Your heart beat against your chest as your omega recalled the memory. "The night we met, I picked up your scent."

There was a beat of silence.

"That's impossible."

The air grew rigid around the alpha but you didn't pick up on it, something crazy driving you forward, not knowing if you should be saying any of this but you were tired. Tired of your anxiety, tired of being silent. "It was like... lavender."

Jongseong went perfectly still.

"And the sea. Fresh, like the ocean. It was so strong but... I can't smell you at all now."

The alphas' mind was reeling. You'd smelled him too.

The day you met he'd caught your scent long before he entered the dining hall. Whispers of it on Jake, traces of it through the house, his bedroom. It was faint but alluring and when he stood outside the doors of the dining hall, he knew it belonged to one of the omegas inside. Longed to cross the threshold, the pull of it intoxicating. The doors opened, and there you were, standing at the pack leader's side. He'd sensed your arousal from across the table too, his wolf enthralled and enraged. Assuming the response was for your mate not him. Feeling rage at Jake in that moment, your omega scent and pheromones consuming his senses and rationale. Nearly drunk on you. Jongseong just managed to restrain himself at the table, thankful when you'd both excused yourselves-- even if he knew why. But the sounds of your moans alongside Jake's were unbearable, and he'd left the table before his alpha lost control completely.

That night he'd collected the supply of suppressants his pack brought for emergencies, never imagining they'd be needed. He even ordered Sunghoon to stay in the house with him. Meant to keep an eye on him. Not trusting himself after that reaction. You were mated to his oldest friend. And he was here to work, had people relying on him who depended on the relationship between the two packs. So Jongseong ignored the howlings of his alpha, ignored Sunghoon's taunting, ignored you as best he could.

Except that you'd sensed his scent that night too. Described it vividly. Accurately.

“I haven’t been myself since you’ve arrived.”

This was bigger than all of you.

He had no idea what to say, itching to leave the room. This was a bad idea. Why had he brought you here alone? 

You looked at him, eyes hopeful. "Can you smell me?"

Of course he could. Your presence clouded his brain, made him stupid. Even worse with the dwindling suppressant dosages. He could smell the way you were growing excited, thinking of the night you'd met. Thinking of his scent.

But he lied.

"Not at all."

You deflated visibly and he nearly crumbled.

Nothing made sense. You'd wanted to tell him about the dreams, wanted him to help you understand. But he left you as confused as ever. There was no way Sunghoon was right if he couldn't even scent your omega.

You put the tea cup down. "Oh..." forcing an awkward laugh, feeling stupid. Deciding to keep the dreams to yourself. It was nothing, just as you'd suspected.

You stood up. "It's been a long night, I'm going to turn in...Thank you for bringing me home.”

Jongseong grabbed your arm softly.

"Did you tell Jake about this?"

You paused, taking his expressionless face in. "No. He has a lot going on...didn't think it was important enough to burden him with."

He nodded, but the air felt awkward. Self-denial heavy as you both went to your rooms.

You tossed and turn that night, unable to get Sunghoon's words out of your brain, unable to place the disappointment you felt, unable to shake the guilt. It was time to talk to Jake.

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The sound of the door creaking open stirred you awake, blinking as your vision cleared. Jongseong stood half lit by the moonlight. He approached the bed slowly and you sat up surrounded by your nest.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, confused. "I was sleeping," you respond, annoyed. But a growing aroma hit your senses when he stopped at the foot of your bed. Lavender infused with the ocean air.

"Sunoo's not back yet,  I was just checking on you.... You were making noises."

You look up at him, pupils dilating. "I was?"

He nodded sitting on the edge of the bed so your eyes were level. He was so close, his scent overpowering you and the nest around you. It was dizzying.

"And talking."

You swallowed, trying to recall your dreams. You couldn't, but if they were anything like your recent pattern of dreams...

He leaned forward, gently brushing a piece of hair back, out of your face. The motion surprised you, his alpha pheromones fluttering around you as he moved.

A shiver rushed through you. "Jongseong-- your scent--"

"You said my name." He spoke over you, ignoring your words.

You froze, looking into his deep-set eyes, a knowing glint in his gaze.

"Why were you saying my name?" Lifted a hand lightly placing it on your knee. "Moaning actually."

You shook your head as goosebumps erupted over your leg, thankful for the thin sheet that covered you. "I did not."

"You did." He said simply, sliding his hand up slightly so it rested on your lower thigh, adding a bit more pressure.

You flushed, feeling the first trickle of arousal drip between your legs. The room was dark and quiet aside from your hushed voices and your quickening breath. He dipped his face closer to yours, able to make out every detail even in the shadows. His eyes were amused.

“What did I do in your dream that had you sounding that pretty saying my name?"

The alpha smelled so good, suggestive voice washing over you, watched as he inhaled deeply then groaned.

“Must've been a good dream," he rumbled voice suddenly deeper, dripping with something hungry. Slid his grip on your leg up your inner thigh and you whimpered quickly squeezing your legs shut. He stopped, allowing his hand to be trapped inches from your soaking entrance.

He laughed lightly, eyeing your mouth. "I can smell how good you feel."

You were shaking, trying to control yourself but you couldn't stop the slick that gushed between your pressed together thighs. "You said you couldn't smell me..." you felt small under his gaze, hunted. Like prey.

Jongseong leaned forward, closing the gap between your faces. "I lied." And then he kissed you, mouth against yours like a starved creature, free hand cradling your jaw to keep you steady. You fell apart instantly, kissing him with nearly equal force. After a long stretch of eager kissing he spoke, pressing words to your lips as you both caught your breath.

"I smell you," Dragging his lips over your cheeks, " I smell all of you," kissing your nose, your eyelids. "I smell your emotions, your body." He shoved his trapped hand forward with force spreading your thighs apart, cupping your pussy. The material of your panties so wet they stuck to you.  He slid two fingers down your slit, pressing down against your opening. "Your slick."

You gasped moaning as you felt him push the tip of his fingers deeper into your hole, your panties bunching around his digits as they slid inside you too. Twisting his wrist, he dipped both fingers in further, your pussy and underwear gushing messily under his hand as he began thrusting - stuffing the filthy material deeper inside you. You moaned, legs falling open for him.

"Have no idea how good you smell." His mouth was back on yours, devouring you, leaning forward until you fell back flat against the nest of Jake's clothing.

Jongseong moved over you completely, the length of his frame enveloping you felt good. The thumb on your clit feeling even better, brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves still trapped beneath your underwear. You were soaked all over, dripping onto the nest beneath you, the slippery friction from your underwear almost too much. He fingered you, bunched material resisting each thrust, obscene wet sounds filling the room.

"Jongseongg--" you whined feeling your orgasm building.

He growled, lifting his thumb off your clit. "Alpha. I'm your alpha. Say it."

You squirmed as he dug your panties in deeper, ruthlessly, the material ripping at the seams from the force and stretch.

“Please-- I need more," looked at him with pleading eyes, you needed to feel him against your skin, wanted the barrier gone. He bared his teeth at you.

“Say it."

The words fell from your mouth as you blinked awake, sunshine blinding you.

"You're my alpha."

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Jake arrived to the Park pack late at night, welcomed by a high-ranking beta who was expecting them. The wolves rested from their journey overnight and accepted a generous breakfast before Jake excused himself, heading to the address Jongseong had written down for him. He wanted to take care of his business and head back the same day. The note led him to the pack's healers where a blonde omega approached him.

"Jungwon?"

The blonde smiled at him, "Jake, you made it. It's so nice to meet you."

He led him through the facility to a back room, passing technology and devices Jake had never seen before along the way. The room was lined with shelves of all types of medicines, jars of herbs, pills, different colored liquids. And books.

"I was told this was urgent." Jungwon pulled on a pair of glasses, searching through one of the shelves before finding the correct bottle and measuring out pearly white pills. "Such a high dose isn't really recommend but... Alpha's orders."

He closed the lid placing the bottle in a bag. After everything Jake couldn't resist his curiosity, and as far as he knew Jungwon was unaware of his ignorance over the contents of the bag. He picked up the larger bottle reading the label out-loud. Some unfamiliar complex medical phrase.

"Suppressants," Jungwon explained, handing him the bag.

He took it, frowning. His own pack did not carry or use them, mating and growing the population the standard within his pack.

"How long has he taken these?"

Jungwon hesitated, patient confidentiality was not traditional among wolves but loyalty to his pack leader was. And his pack leader trusted the alpha. "I've never known Jongseong to take them as long as he's been in my care."

Jake thanked the healer, mind racing on his way back to his lodgings. Why was Jongseong suddenly needing suppressants? And why had he kept it a secret? Jake grew frustrated at his friend, assuming the easiest conclusion.

The fool had found an Omega, and was resisting it -- perhaps to avoid being distracted from his duties. He had repeated the mantra many times, he was not there to mate. But who? He did not know, but he did know that breeding season was just around the bend and without the medicine, the alpha would go unchecked. He had to get back home immediately.

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