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shadowynn · 1 year

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| the paradigm complex | two |

pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

genre: yandere!vampire!cult!poly! ateez au

warnings: yandere behavior, cursing

They'll do whatever you ask. Anything you need. Anything you want. It's yours. They'll fulfill your every desire and whim. Give you the life you had always dreamed about.

And in exchange, you wouldn't just give them your soul. Oh, no. They weren't demons. What good was your soul alone when your purpose was better served alive and well? Your soul was nice, sure but it wasn't all they wanted. It wasn't all they needed. They needed your body, your mind. Your blood. You entirely. Every single fiber of your being was essential and would soon be theirs and theirs alone.

The moment you signed that contract, everything would change. For them and for you.

You just didn't know it yet.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

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a/n: okay, okay, so i totally went into this as like a fun little side project, so i was and still am absolutely blown away by the support you all gave me for part one. like, i was not expecting that at all and just want to thank you all for all the love you sent my way and i'm so appreciative of you all. i totally planned on getting this part out sooner, but writer's block hit a little hard and i spent more time editing and rewriting than the first part due to the interest the part received. so, once again, thank you all so much and i hope you enjoy part two. :)

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"You're really going to wait and pretend to leave when she gets here and then sneak your way inside?" Seonghwa's arms crossed, shifting his weight against the doorway to the front office when he saw San idling near the building's entrance. "Just so you can 'accidentally' bump into her and introduce yourself."

"Yup," San replied without any hint of shame, simply bouncing on the balls of his feet next to the entrance. "It's only right that I go out of my way to introduce myself since we will be living right next door to each other and make sure she knows I'll be right there if there's ever anything she needs."

"Oh, wow, really? Who would have known?" Wooyoung's voice floated out from further within the office, heavy with sarcasm. "It's not like you haven't rubbed that fact in about a hundred times by now."

"Shut up, Woo. We all know you, Seonghwa, and Yeosang are going to get to see her the most." San's smirk slipped. "After all, you are the ones who'll be getting to work with her."

"Perhaps, but why do I get the feeling someone will be abusing their power to tweak the schedules and benefit themselves." Wooyoung's voice grew louder as he left his desk and made his way to the doorway Seonghwa leaned against, stretching out the muscles in his back from sitting. "I wonder who that would be, huh?" His eyes narrowed in Seonghwa's direction.

"Well, I am the senior manager." The elder made no attempt to rebuke Wooyoung's statement, simply smirking at the implication.

"A title you only got by fucking age, you bastard." Wooyoung rolled his eyes. "And if I start to notice a trend, I'm going to tell Hongjoong someone hasn't been playing fair."

"And you don't think he's not going to use his seniority to influence her either?" Seonghwa asked, shifting his position against the doorway. "We might all be sharing, but that doesn't mean it won't come down to every man for himself when it comes to who gets to have her first. And we all know playing fair won't be a part of this game."

At the thought of finally having you, finally tasting you, San was unable to keep his fangs from growing as a newfound thirst took over. His tongue rolled over their sharpened points, the image of your body beneath him and the supple skin of your neck bare and exposed just for him, all but begging for him to take you, filling his head.

"It'll be a while until we fully get to savor her though," Wooyoung interrupted San's thoughts, taking note of the direction his mind had gone from the fangs that had extruded past his lips. "Yeosang says she reeks of him. It'll be a few weeks before we get his blood out of her system."

"What was it I said?" Yeosang interrupted their conversation when he suddenly rounded the corner from the stairs, a cup of tea in hand and looking like he had just tumbled out of bed with the messy state of his hair and the yawn that followed. "Oh," his face fell, "she's not here yet."

"Fucking hell," Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head. "You too?"

"Me too, what?" Yeosang cocked his head, an overtly innocent expression on his face as his thumb pointed to the mailboxes at his right. "I'm just here to get my mail."

"Dressed like that?" Seonghwa's eyes glittered dangerously as he took in the casual outfit Yeosang wore, the tight-fitting sweatpants and loose tank exposing his sides all but screaming for attention. For your attention. "And precisely," he paused to check the time on his watch, "two minutes before she's supposed to be here?"

"Precisely," Yeosang smirked and took a sip of his tea, making no further move to get his mail like he had claimed.

"And here I was thinking you were better than this."

"Then clearly you don't know me half as well as you think you do if you believe I'm going to waste an opportunity as this one." There was a slight edge to his tone, yet his expression remained playful, reminding Seonghwa and the others of the darker side beneath Yeosang's generally easy going attitude.

It had been a long time since someone had piqued his interest anywhere close to where you had, and his reaction only served to excite the others even more. If you had him this riled up, this eager for your attention, you must have been something quite extraordinary.

"I am the one who found her, after all," he quipped, leaning back against the wall behind him, "and I won't just stand aside to let the rest of you catch up."

"You didn't find shit, Sangie, and you know it." San shook his head, rebuking his statement. "She came to us, remember? Willingly. You just happened to be the lucky bastard who was working that day."

"Perhaps," Yeosang shrugged, "But that doesn't change the fact I was the one who convinced her to fill out the application and I'm the one she'll be thanking for helping her get accepted."

"God, why the hell did you give the open house to him?" Wooyoung whined.

"Because the one time I left you in charge of an open house, you ended up killing one of the attendees and then Hongjoong and I had to spend the rest of the day fixing things," Seonghwa answered, giving Wooyoung a pointed look. "And we all know Yeosang has the best sense of smell out of all of us, so it's only natural he's the one that picks. He hasn't failed us yet, has he?"

"It's a good thing I did it too because I highly doubt the rest of you would have been able to pick it out," Yeosang replied. "Sure, I was suspicious as to why another vampire's scent was all over her, but it wasn't until we were outside and the wind blew just right that I noticed the subtle hints of her own scent coming through. And trust me, there's no way she's not a-"

Yeosang was interrupted when the office phone began to ring, alerting them all to what was about to happen and ending their current conversation. In a matter of seconds, each man was moving towards the task at hand to ensure your first interaction with them was nothing but flawless.

Wooyoung collapsed into his chair, hurrying to press the button that would open the front gate for you, more than eager to finally see you face to face. He had seen the pictures Yeosang had snapped of you without your knowledge, and these had only added to his excitement, your beauty more than evident.

San kept his place next to the front door, checking his appearance one last time in the nearby mirror as he waited for the perfect moment to 'leave' the building and bump into you.

Yeosang took his time finding his mailbox, casually shifting through the few pieces it had contained while he waited for you to enter the building and have a chance to speak to you once more.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he strayed for just a minute longer, eyeing both of their childish antics with partial annoyance. He couldn't really blame them, not when this day was something each of them had waited centuries for. Not when this was something they had all begun to believe would never happen to them, all but losing hope someone like you would come walking into their life. If the roles had been reversed, he knew he would have been acting similarly to them, but today's events were important. What happened today would dictate your future with them and the last thing any of them needed was to fuck it all up because some of them couldn't be patient.

He knew their behavior wasn't really a cause for concern, however they might have annoyed him. You may have not been legally theirs yet, but you had sealed your fate the moment you had stepped into their domain and nothing you said or did would change that.

When neither one showed any intention of giving you space for the time being, Seonghwa sighed before following Wooyoung back into the office, taking a split second to check his own appearance in the mirror. Over the centuries they had been together, he had long learned there was little he could do to control any of the others. No matter what he said, they would do whatever it was they wanted and damn the consequences. Instead of concerning himself with their shenanigans, he needed to focus on the task he had been given and ensure you sighed the contract.

And you would. Willingly or not, it didn't matter. You wouldn't step a foot outside this building until it was signed. And if you showed any sign of hesitation, he would simply push you in the right direction with a little coaxing, your kind's mind weak and powerless to his power of persuasion. In the next few hours, you would sign your way over to them. He would make absolutely certain of it.

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"Oh, sorry!"

You stepped out of the way as the door to the building swung open before you had a chance to find the button to buzz the office. A man stood on the other side, head and attention directed behind him as he finished up his conversation with whoever was back there before he left.

At your soft apology, he turned to face you and you had a hard time stopping your cheeks from tinting pink as you took in his features. He was beautiful. A few inches taller than you, black hair effortlessly swept back from his face, bringing full attention to his strong cheekbones and sharp jawline. All of which made it more difficult to control the blush blooming at the back of your neck. And when he smiled down at you and motioned for you to come through first, you knew there was no way your cheeks weren't at least a little bit pink by now.

"Thanks," you reply, returning a timid smile of your own before tucking your purse closer towards you and slipping past him inside.

"Oh, hey, y/n!"

Your gaze was directed past him and to the right when you entered, surprised to hear your name being called out. A man stood near the mailboxes, smiling and waving at you as he shuffled through his mail. It took a few seconds for you to recognize him, the addition of glasses and casual wear a stark difference from the man who had been your tour guide a little over a week ago.

"Are you here to sign the lease?"

"Yeosang, hi!" You returned the wave, unable to stop your eyes from momentarily roaming over the rest of his body and wondering how you hadn't noticed just how attractive he was before. "And yeah, I think so. I was told to come in and meet with Seonghwa to finalize everything."

"Oh, you must be the new tenant of 604 then," the man who had opened the door for you spoke up behind you, directing your gaze back towards him. "I'm Choi San. I live in the unit right next to yours, 603."

"Oh, hi." You hesitantly took the hand he had extended in greeting. This? This was who you would be living next to? God, you could already hear the jokes Felix would start when he found out who your new neighbor would be. "I'm l/n y/n. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," San replied, an easygoing smile still stretched across his features. "I'm also one of the people in charge of maintenance here, so please just let me know if you ever have any issues with anything and I'll be more than happy to help."

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."

You had to admit that having maintenance right across the hall from you was nice, but as sincere as his willingness to help seemed to be, you knew it would be a while before you ever approached him for any help. The last thing you wanted him, or any of the other workers here for that matter, was to think you would be taking advantage of them in any way. They had already done so much for you with the new job and new housing, the last thing you wanted was for them to think you were trying to wring more out of them. No, you would do your best to pay them back for the kindness they had shown you and ensure you weren't a burden on anyone. Ensure that you didn't need to depend on anyone anymore.

"y/n, I presume?"

You turned in the direction the new voice had come, finding yet another very attractive man around your age leaning against a nearby doorway. He appeared slightly taller than the other two, hair dyed a bright, startling white.

"I'm Park Seonghwa, the senior manager here at the Paradigm."

Shit.

This was Seonghwa? This was the man who would likely be serving as your new boss?

"Hi, yes, I'm l/n y/n." You nodded, making your way over towards him. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I had some issues getting a few of the documents you needed and then there was a wreck on my way here that slowed everything down."

And by issues, it seemed someone had conveniently forgotten to give back the key to your lockbox that you kept on your keyring. It wasn't until after nearly ransacking the apartment looking for it that you remembered you had stowed a spare key in your car a year ago that you were finally able to get the identification documents you needed without having to call your boyfriend and ask him where the hell he had taken it and raising unnecessary suspicion.

"Don't worry about it," Seonghwa waved your concerns away, motioning for you to follow him inside. "I had a few things I still needed to finish up for your arrival, so your timing is perfect."

"Oh, well, I'll still apologize nonetheless. I'm incredibly thankful for this opportunity you've given me here and I don't want you to think I'm taking any of it for granted."

"I assure you, it's fine," Seonghwa replied. "Things are pretty relaxed here for the most part, so no one's worried about a few minutes here or there. And it's not like I haven't had to drag Wooyoung or Yeosang out of bed before when they've slept through the first hour of their shift."

"You're one to talk, Hwa." Hearing his name mentioned, the other man inside the office spoke up, alerting you to his presence. His head was propped up in his hand and a teasing smile was directed towards the man in front of you. "Or have you forgotten how you missed half your shift the morning after your birthday last year."

"Like I said," Seonghwa's eyes narrowed back at him, but he didn't try to rebuke his statement, "we're fairly flexible around here."

"I'm Wooyoung by the way." The red haired man's eyes moved towards you. "We spoke on the phone earlier."

"Right." You nodded, returning his smile and fully realizing how much more awkward you would have felt in that conversation if you had known just who you had been talking to in that moment. "It's nice to meet you, Wooyoung."

With greetings out of the way, you followed Seonghwa to his desk in the back, sitting down in the chair he pulled out for you. As he began to go over everything pertaining to your time with them, you slowly began to relax. Despite being originally intimidated by his appearance and status, Seonghwa truly was nice. He was easy to talk to and just as it had been with Yeosang, you felt a pull towards him and could see yourself fitting in well here with them. Easily slipping into the casual workflow they had here, much less stressful than anything you had to deal with at your current place of work.

But before you got around to signing the multiple documents to seal everything in place, Seonghwa walked you down to the on-site clinic to get your blood drawn before the doctor on schedule closed for the day. The nerves that had previously been quelled by Seonghwa and the others' affable personalities slowly crept back at the notion of having your blood drawn. You had done your best to push the thoughts aside when Wooyoung had mentioned it earlier, but you had a hard time remaining calm as you followed him, your fear of needles beginning to get the best of you.

You didn't know what you had expected when Seonghwa mentioned Yunho would be the one to draw your blood today, but it sure as hell wasn't the tall, gorgeous man smiling at you when you entered the room. But then again, after everything else you had experienced here this far, should you really have been surprised by the real life equivalent of Carlisle Cullen - minus the vampiric qualities of course.

"Are you okay?" Yunho asked as he sat down on the stool next to you, taking the arm you extended towards him to begin prepping it.

"Yeah," you nodded, attempting to still your fidgeting nerves and praying you wouldn't come close to passing out like you had the last time you had been stuck. "I'm just not the biggest fan of needles, but it's fine." You were quick to add the last few words before he could say anything, not wanting him or Seonghwa who was still hovering near the entrance to the room to think you were trying to talk them out of this. "I used to give occasionally when I was younger, but then something must have happened because the last time I attempted to give, it didn't go well and I haven't been able to give since. I've wanted to start giving again though, so perhaps this is just the push I need to get over the fear."

You really didn't know what had happened to cause the fear. You had never liked needles before, but you had always been fine with them. It wasn't until two years ago that you had your first panic attack from them when you had gone in for your flu shot and very nearly passed out. And when you had tried to give blood a few months later, you had passed out and found yourself growing antsy at the mere thought of needles. You had no idea what had caused this sudden onset, having no bad occurrences with them in the past, but whatever it was, was enough to keep you avoiding them.

"Well, I assure you I will do my best to make this as quick and painless as possible." The smile he sent your way nearly had you melting in your spot and you felt your nerves begin to relax the slightest. "Just try and focus on me instead, okay?"

You nodded, unable to stop the blush that tinted your cheeks at his words, embarrassed at how your childish fear was playing out in front of him and all the more flustered by him because of it.

"So, y/n, tell me about yourself," he began in an attempt to distract you from the needle sliding in, but you still flinched, turning your head in the opposite direction. Looking at it was only going to make you more woozy than you already were. "What do you like to do?"

"A little bit of everything, I guess. When I have the time, I like to read, but with school and work, I don't have nearly as much time as I used to. I also enjoy both volleyball and skiing, but only really get a chance to do either of those during school breaks," you began, doing your best to focus on the conversation at hand and not on the fact there was a needle inside you at this moment, a thought that had you closing your eyes and sinking further into the chair. "And then I do quite a bit of art as well, which I suppose I would have to, seeing as I am getting a degree in graphic design."

"Seonghwa, I think we're all good here now. Feel free to head on back and I can walk y/n back to your office when we're done." Yunho diverted the conversation for just a second, turning his attention to the other male in the room before focusing on you once more. "You said you're getting a degree in graphic design. What do you want to do with that when you're done?"

"I'd love to work in the video game industry, but it can be a tricky field to get into and make a living off of, so who knows." You took a sip of the drink Yunho had handed you before he had begun, hoping the sugar from the juice would help keep your head level. So far, you were still feeling okay, but knew it could change in a second if you let your head dwell elsewhere for too long. "But my friend Felix is a computer engineering major and is also interested in gaming, so we've actually been working on creating our own game this past year. He handles all the coding and logistics, while I work on the artwork, animation, and story design."

"What's the game about?"

"Oh, well, it's still in pretty early development as neither of us ever have much time to work on it, but the gist of it is that you play as a character who has been transported to the middle of a giant labyrinth and must survive long enough to find a way out before it's too late. As you journey through, you'll find both enemies and potential allies and it's up to the player to decide just how you'll escape and who all will make it out with you. And with the labyrinth randomizing with each game, you'll be guaranteed a different playthrough each time. Or at least that's the goal."

It was hard to tell if Yunho was truly interested or not as you began to ramble on about your project, but his trick to get your mind off the matter at hand was working and you didn't dwell on the matter too long before you continued, unable to stop yourself from rambling with the nerves coursing through you.

"Felix also thought it would be cool if there was some form of romance in the game, so we've also recently started working on implementing some sort of relationship aspect to it. One which will not only allow you to form romantic relationships with the companions you meet along the way, but also friendships and enemies as well. So, if you end up making one of the npcs mad, you might just want to sleep with one eye open. Otherwise, you might just wake up with all your supplies stolen or a dagger to your throat depending on who you upset."

"And it's just the two of you working on it?" Yunho asked, to which you nodded. "That's impressive. It sounds very cool."

"You think?" You took a risk and turned your head towards him, attempting to gauge his response.

"Of course. It sounds like something I would enjoy playing." His eyes lifted upwards for a moment, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Oh, well, maybe I can show you what we have done so far sometime."

"I'd like that."

His smile was infectious and you couldn't hold back your own grin at his words before turning your gaze away once more. Was there anything about this man that wasn't perfect?

"Does that mean you like to play video games too?" you asked after a few moments, taking another sip of your drink to try and get a hold of yourself once more.

"Maybe not as much as some of the others here, but yes, I have played quite a bit over the years," he replied. "In fact, there's a group of us that usually gets together on Tuesdays for a game night. You should join us sometime when you're all settled in and feeling up to it. We'd love to have you, though I must warn that things can get heated at times. Some of us have a harder time taking a loss than others."

You laughed, knowing all too well what he was talking about. Your friend Felix also fell in that category of people. "Sounds like fun. I'll have to keep that in mind."

"And on that note, we are just about all done here," Yunho said as he applied a cotton ball to the crook of your arm to stop the bleeding before beginning to bandage you back up.

"What? Really?" His words surprised you, too distracted by your conversation to notice he had slipped the needle out already. "Wow, you're good. I didn't even feel it."

"Not so bad then?" he asked, collecting the vials of your blood and standing up to properly store them before they got sent off for testing.

"Well, considering I passed out the last time my blood was drawn, I'd say this was a vast improvement." You could feel the endorphins kicking in now that it was over, a huge wave of relief washing over you. "After that, I sort of stopped going around needles as a whole. My mother wasn't very happy when I stopped getting flu shots, but seeing as I haven't gotten sick in years, I'd say I'm okay."

"Here, why don't you eat one of these." Yunho extended a plate of cookies in your direction. "I didn't take too much since we just needed a sample, but you should still probably eat just in case, especially if you're going to be driving later."

"Did you make them?" you asked, taking one from the plate and giving it a try. "They're really good."

"No, sadly that credit has to go to Wooyoung. Despite how he may appear at times, he's actually a really good cook."

"Really?" Like Yunho said, this fact did surprise you. You hadn't pictured the playful redhead as someone who might have enjoyed cooking, let alone be good at it. But here you were. Was there anything about these men that weren't perfect? "I'll have to let him know if he's still around when I get back."

You waited there with Yunho until he was done putting everything away, taking the time to recover and sneak another cookie or two before getting back on your feet. Once you were good, and certain you wouldn't be passing out anytime soon, you followed Yunho back towards the front office when he had closed everything up.

You chatted idly with him as you went, finding him just as engaging as the others. When you arrived back at the front office, however, your attention was stolen by Wooyoung. You were too distracted by praising him for his baking skills that you didn't notice the additional male that had made his way into the room in your absence. It wasn't until you had finished up your brief conversation with Wooyoung and began making your way back to Seonghwa's desk that you finally noticed the man beside the senior manager. He was seated on the edge of the desk next to Seonghwa, and though his back was directed towards you, his head turned in your direction when he noticed your hesitant approach.

"y/n, this is Kim Hongjoong, the owner of Paradigm."

Once again, the introduction took you for a spin. Of all the mentions you had heard about the man, the person sitting before you was the very last thing you had ever imagined in your head. He looked no older than the rest of the occupants here, including yourself, making you wonder if he had inherited this place from a family member or bought it with a fortune he had inherited. It was the only two plausible explanations you could think of.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kim." You had a hard time stopping yourself from wriggling in your spot as he took you in. Not just from knowing this man was the one responsible for your admittance here and his role as your boss, but also from his appearance, easily just as attractive as the other coworkers you had met up to this point. "I'm extremely thankful for the opportunity you've given me here."

"Please, just Hongjoong. Mr. Kim makes me feel old." He smiled, alleviating a bit of your nerves. "And after everything Yeosang and the others have had to say about you, we're all excited to have you on board with us here. I just came down to introduce myself and make sure Seonghwa had everything in order."

"I believe we've just about gone through everything." Seonghwa motioned for you to sit down. "All that's left is to sign everything and you'll be all set." He pushed a stack of papers alongside a pen towards you. "Feel free to scan through these, but all of it is just a reiteration of everything we've already gone through or just a part of the lease agreement attached to the email Yeosang had sent you earlier. I've also gone through for you and highlighted each of the sections you need to sign or initial to make things easier."

You nodded, taking the pen that sat on top of the stack before beginning to go through and sign the various documents. You briefly scanned through the first few pages before signing them, but upon seeing Seonghwa was right, and each sheet was just a repeat of everything you had already talked over, you eventually began to just skim through the pages in search of the areas Seonghwa had highlighted for you.

"I think that is everything," you began, finishing your signature on the last page and briefly flipping through the previous documents in search for any spot you might have missed before handing the stack back to Seonghwa across from you.

Seonghwa took a second to flip through the pages as well, double-checking your work. "It appears everything is signed and in order." He dropped the stack back on his desk before opening one of the drawers to his left. "Congratulations on your new apartment, Miss l/n." The object he had reached for was a small bag which he now extended towards you. "I know you said you wouldn't be able to move in or start until two weeks from now, but your unit is ready and everything is in order, so here are the keys to your apartment and mailbox, alongside the card you'll use to unlock the doors to the building and the sticker you'll need to put on your windshield to unlock the gate to the garage. So, feel free to come and go as much as you'd like until then because for all extents and purposes, you are now officially a resident of the Paradigm."

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"Felix, I swear to all things holy, this place is going to be the death of me." You could hear the laughter this statement elicited from your best friend through the car's speakers, and you had a hard time hiding your own flustered smile despite knowing he couldn't see it. "No, I swear, Felix, how the hell am I supposed to work and act normal when everyone around me looks like the physical embodiment of a god. We're talking Haneul level here, Felix. Haneul."

High on finally finding a place of your own, and at The Paradigm no less, you had gone up to see your new apartment one more time before you left. You had spent longer up there than you anticipated, fully basking in the realization that this was now yours and no one else's. Just yours.

It hadn't taken long for the thought to overwhelm you, causing you to break down in the upstairs bathroom for a few minutes. The realization you were finally getting out and starting over hitting you hard.

Once you had finally gotten a hold of yourself, you had taken a picture of the lower level with your newly acquired keys to the place and sent it to your best friend in order to update him on your decision. It had only taken a few seconds after you sent the photo for Felix to call you, nearly as excited as you were.

"Haneul level?" At the mention of the coworker the two of you had both been admiring from afar the last few weeks, Felix's voice took a slightly more serious tone as you were finally able to drive your point down to him. "All of them?"

"Well, all of the ones that I've met so far, but yes!" you cried, though the hint of a giggle did break through, still giddy from the day's events. "Now do you see my predicament?"

"y/n, I don't think that's a predicament," he began, "I think that's heaven. And as your best friend, I think it's only right for you to let me come see your new place in person... and perhaps these gods in the form of your new coworkers."

You giggled once more at the way Felix quickly spit the words out at the end, rushing them to make it harder for you to make out. "Well, Felix, you're in luck because I just so happen to need some help moving a few things into the place this Saturday."

"I thought you weren't moving in until the following weekend."

"I'm not, but I figured I could get some stuff done this weekend since Jae is still on weekends." Despite the joyous occasion, you still felt your spirits fall at the mention of your soon to be ex-boyfriend, wondering just how you were going to pull this all off successfully. "I thought I would go out and get some of the items I need and move them in so I don't have to worry about all of it the following weekend."

"And you still plan on keeping it all a secret from him until the last moment?"

"Yes," you sighed, running a hand through your hair and wondering just how you were going to make it through the next two weeks without letting anything slip. If you had it your way, you would have moved in today, but knew that wasn't a smart move to make, not when you planned to finish up your scheduled shifts at your current job. If you were to break things off with him now, you knew he would come find you and convince you to change your mind and go back with him. "I know it's not right, disappearing with little more than a note after all these years, but I'm terrified of what might happen if I try to tell him in person. You know what happened last time I tried, Lix. What if it happens again and I ruin everything I've finally managed to set up for myself."

The last time you had pulled the courage to end things, Felix had offered you a spot at his place until you got back up on your feet. Everything had been set up and packed, and yet, when you had stopped and told Jae what was happening when he came home from work that evening, he had flipped. You didn't remember much of what happened afterwards, but just as before, all your belongings had been put back up and away. He had been extra attenuative to you that following week, even calling out of work to spend more time with you, making you wonder for a moment why you had ever tried to break things off.

"I'm not judging you, n/n. The guy's a piece of shit and doesn't deserve a proper break up after all the shit he's put you through," Felix replied, taking note of your fallen mood. "You, however, deserve the fucking world, including this new start with your supposed godlike coworkers, and I swear if he tries anything to fuck it up, I will personally kill him."

"Thanks, Felix. I don't know what I would do without you," you mumbled back, comforted by his constant support and friendship. You truly didn't know where you would be without him. "But if I'm being honest, as attractive as these men may be, I think it's time to take a nice, long break away from any sort of relationship and focus on myself for a little bit."

Sure, they were attractive, but you truly didn't have any intention of acting on anything at the moment. And even if you did, the chances of them not already being in a relationship or even remotely interested in you was slim to none and setting yourself up for something that was never going to happen would only make you feel worse than you already did. Though time had numbed the pain, you knew you were hurting after years of being stuck where you were now. Pain that would quickly resurface if you attempted to bounce back into the dating game before you were ready. You needed time to heal, time to recover from the shit you had been put through these past years. And the only way you were going to do that was if you spent a good bit of time focusing on yourself.

And this might have been what happened if you were heading to some place normal, some place sane. If you hadn't just unknowingly signed your entire being over to the very men you were just talking about. Each of whom had no intention of letting you do anything on your own now that you were theirs.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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ateez masterlist ~

ot8

sfw alphabets - hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho

boyfriend headcanons - hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho

- reactions

their s/o being in need of comfort

s/o being shy but likes giving back hugs

to a period cramp simulator

with a younger s/o

with an older s/o

with a tall s/o

their dancer s/o

their s/o having bad period pains

finding out their s/o have been skipping meals

their crush complimenting and flirting with them

having to kiss their crush in a drama

their multilingual s/o

their boxer s/o teasing them for their rocky performance

someone pointing out the scars on their s/o's face

waking up to kisses

their s/o dancing with them in the kitchen

crushing on an atiny

their s/o trying to get their attention when their playing video games

ateez reactions to an idol hitting on their s/o

ateez reactions to their s/o drinking too much caffeine

how would ateez react to a s/o that gets shy easily

when their s/o decides to sleep in a closet after an argument

ateez reactions to their s/o watching a thirst trap of another member

ateez when their calm friend gets mad/upset

ateez reactions to their s/o being pregnant

- scenarios

how ateez act around their crush

how ateez likes to be comforted

when they realise they love you

hot things ateez do in a relationship

comforting their s/o when they have bad dreams

confessing their love to their best friend

when their s/o is insecure about their body (plus-sized)

when their s/o writing notes for them

when they find their s/o sleeping on the couch

when their s/o's bias is another member

when their s/o asks who the prettiest prince/princess is

when they move in with their s/o

ateez in an argument (part 1)

ateez in an argument - making up (part 2)

giving their s/o partner privileges

when their s/o reacts to their new hair colour

catching their s/o singing/dancing to their songs

- headcanons

ateez as best friends

when their s/o goes to the gym with them

ateez as ex boyfriends

best friend! ateez wishing they were dating you

signs ateez would show when they're in love

ateez being obsessed with their s/o's boobs

hongjoong

familiar stranger (one-shot) - 1.3k

k. (one-shot) - 1k

[11:52 am]

you need a holiday [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]

seonghwa

guardian angel - (fic. bad boy! highschool! au) - 3.8k

noodle night - (drabble. best friend! au)

yunho

[10:52pm]

the worthy type - 1.7k

yeosang

we are tragic (one-shot) 1.1k

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san

kill them with kindness - 3.4k

square pants - 1.4k

minty fever - 1.6k

mingi

stormy nights (drabble)

bad boy / punk headcanons

the beauty of boxes (one-shot) - 0.9k

[9:46pm]

wooyoung

[3:29 pm]

jongho

snow stained with blood (one-shot) 0.9k

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{24} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 7,479

Warnings: Intense/Extreme Violence: descriptions of past mental and physical torture, past verbal abuse, past physical abuse, Mental Illness: depression, anxiety, Extreme Blood and Gore, Slut Shaming, the guys really take no liberties with Miyeon, heavy angst. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It’s a little shorter than the usual chapters, but I like where I ended it, so I hope you all too. Next chapter will contain all the repercussions of the trauma and events that have taken place, so you’re all in for a wild ride. Please heed the warnings, the guys are extremely violence towards Miyeon in this chapter, and it’s describes in detail. Also, Kuroo will be back next chapter, I promise! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - Part Eighteen - Part Nineteen - Part Twenty - Part Twenty-One - Part Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three - Mini Masterlist

The moment the eight of them return to the lobby, they can immediately tell that something is wrong. Not only did they just go on some wild goose chase for the past two hours following leads that only led to dead ends, but not once did they see sight nor hear any sounds of Miyeon, Dimitri, or Malik.

To say they are frustrated would be an understatement.

That’s when they all inhale sharply. Your scent is the strongest it’s ever been throughout the foyer, and the house is quiet. Too quiet.

They spot the blood. The drops of red drip almost delicately in a trail across the floor, smeared in some places as if there had been a struggle the entire time.

Panic seizes every single one of them, especially when they all take deep breaths only to scent someone they had been desperately hunting this entire evening.

A weak mewl comes from the hallway leading to your room. A sound which has all of their spines straightening. Fear flashes across their faces as they all share a look between each other.

Thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds is all it takes until they hear the most heart wrenching, gut twisting scream pierce the air. A deafening shriek filled with nothing but terror, pain, and desperation.

Their blood runs cold.

Never have any of them moved as fast as they did then, instantly appearing inside the dance studio to see the chill inducing sight before them.

Blood covers a good portion of the floor, one of the mirrors shattered along the wall. Glass litters the ground, a pool of bloody vomit resting beside the debris. Though, that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is the chair that they see placed directly in the centre of the room. Your beaten and bloody figure is tied to it as Miyeon stands over you, a wicked smile on her face. Your whole body is limp, head tilted forward as fresh cuts line your entire figure, or at least, what they can see of your back.

Mingi nearly collapses to his knees right then and there, along with both San and Wooyoung. Each male is utterly stunned, nothing but raw, hot fury coursing through their veins as they take in this heartbreaking sight before them.

“I was wondering when you would be joining us,” Miyeon smirks, not even bothering to look at any of them.

They only allow themselves one second to process their emotions before they’re moving.

Before she even has the chance to glance upwards, Miyeon is thrown off of you. Eight earth shattering roars reverberate around the entire room, shaking the entire house and causing more glass to fall from the tarnished mirror.

Furious, terrified, and thirsting for blood doesn’t even begin to describe how all of them are feeling right now. However, what each male does know, is that they are absolutely horrified by what has occurred to you inside your very own home. Miyeon is most certainly not leaving here alive. Hell, she’s lucky to even still be breathing as the entire wrath of the Eight Kings comes crashing down upon her.

The sound of another mirror shattering fills the room as Miyeon is pinned to the wall. A gasp escapes her as her eyes go wide, coughing up blood as she’s held captive by a hand tearing straight through her gut.

Never have any of them seen Yeosang move so fast. The anger radiating off of him is unlike anything before: his eyes as black as night, and soul calling for Miyeon to be shredded apart for ever daring to touch you. There is a darkness to him that even he has never experienced before as his whole body shakes, claws extending within Miyeon’s body as he tears through her gut. Slowly, his features begin to shift, unable to control the way his teeth elongate into fangs, or how his pitch black eyes sink into his skull as his ears sharpen into points.

On one side of her, twisting her arm in an unnatural angle as the bones continue to snap, rests Hongjoong. A snarl pulls at his features, eyes pure black as nothing but low growls escape him with every breath.

Seonghwa mirrors him perfectly on the opposite side, claws sinking into her flesh as he twists her arm in another unnatural angle. Not even the satisfying pop of her shoulders dislocating serves to offer them any sense of relief for the moment, needing to tear her apart limb from limb, and then absolutely incinerate the remains for ever laying a hand on you.

“You wanted my attention so bad, and now you’re going to take everything I give you.” Yeosang snarls, twisting his hand inside her gut and hearing as she whimpers in response. “I’ll make you regret ever laying a single finger on My Queen.” His glare is deadly, sharp. A look so full of disgusted hatred, and unquestionably unforgiving. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d never met me before in your life.”

The way they can feel Miyeon attempt to reach out to continue shredding through your mind has them seeing red.

Immediately, both Jongho and Mingi are spearing her mind viciously, trapping her within the confines of her own head. The way she cries out in pain form their intrusion isn’t enough. It will never be enough. Not after what she’s done to you.

The whole while this is occurring, Yunho, Wooyoung, and San all rush over to you. This time, when San reaches your front, he cannot prevent himself from falling to his knees at the sight that greets him. An image that has tears springing to both his and Wooyoung’s eyes instantly.

Your head still leans forward, unsupported by your neck as blood drips down almost every free inch of your body. Your left ankle is swollen, along with your right wrist. A dagger slices clean through your left hand, blade embedded in the arm of the chair as it pins you in place. Another, familiar pommel sticks out of your right thigh.

Though, that’s not the worst of it.

Each male saw the four punctures on your back as they rushed over to you, imitating the wounds you received from those arrows all those weeks ago. Wooden splinters and glass shards litter your entire body, concentrated the most along the skin of your back and arms.

Blood trickles from your mouth, face beaten and swollen as blood drips from all of your cuts and scrapes. Your neck is littered with incisions. Punctures line either side of your throat, a clear indication of where nails have sunk into your flesh and drawn blood.

A larger, much deeper slash rests along your upper chest, along with the entire length of your left arm, trailing from your shoulder all the way to your wrist. Though, the largest cut seems to be one that starts from the right side of your lower stomach and trails upwards over the centre of your chest before just missing your bra which hangs on by literal threads, only to continue for a short slash just above it.

San’s entire body begins to shake, his eyes bleeding black as he zeroes in on the mark carved into the skin of your chest in the ancient tongue. From the way he can hear Wooyoung’s breathing deepen beside him, he knows his brother isn’t fairing any better.

There, sitting upon your chest, bleeding red with your blood, rests the most vile word known to them imaginable. No direct translation of such a word can ever be found in any book, but the meaning and intent is clear. Even the closest translations aren’t nearly as bad as the meaning behind such a word, for it encompasses all and none at the same time.

Vile, worthless slut. Undesirable. Unloveable.

Taking a deep breath, San steadies his nerves.

“Baby?” His voice comes out much weaker than he wants, but there’s no way for him to control the emotions swimming through him at this very second. “Baby, can you hear me?”

Your eyes are glazed over, nearly rolling into the back of your head as you groan. You barely manage to raise your chin, but each male can tell it’s only subconscious at this point. You’re almost too far gone.

“Kill me,” your voice is the weakest it’s ever been as the whole room goes silent, each male’s heart stopping for a brief moment as your words wash over them. “Just kill me.”

More tears gather in San’s eyes, falling freely down his face as his heart squeezes painfully in his chest. He can sense Wooyoung shaking beside him, Yunho fairing no better as San spares a glance upwards to see the male standing directly behind you. The elder male’s hands are frozen in the air, halfway in placing them onto the sides of your head as he was about to attempt to free your mind from Miyeon’s hold.

The sound of Miyeon’s maniacal laughter fills the room, more blood spilling from her lips.

“I broke her!” Nothing but unfiltered glee resonates within her voice as she turns her head in your direction. “I finally broke her!” She cackles once more, coughing in the next moment as Yeosang tears his hand from her gut only to shove it into her right lung next. “Have fun with your useless doll.”

In the blink of an eye, Wooyoung has stood back to his feet. His entire body trembles as he begins to walk over to Miyeon still being pinned to the mirror. Slowly, his claws extend, chest heaving as nothing but pure hatred floods his veins.

Furious doesn’t even begin to describe how Wooyoung is feeling. Not only did Miyeon have the audacity to invade their home, but she dared lay her filthy hands on you. His precious Angel is beaten and bloody, lost in the recesses of your own mind because of her. Not to mention she’s been torturing you in his dance studio. A place that was all his own. A place that he hadn’t even gotten the chance to share with you yet, and now, your first memory of the room where one of his oldest and deepest passions comes to life will forever be tainted by her.

The sound of hissing meets each one of their ears, poison beginning to drip onto the floor as it seeps from his claws. Not just any poison. Wooyoung’s most deadly poison that he’s ever had the pleasure of creating.

Yeosang barely manages to tear himself away from Miyeon as Wooyoung steps in front of her. A wicked smile is on the younger’s lips, eyes crazed as he meets her gaze.

A pause. Silence.

A dull thunk resounds around the room as Wooyoung instantly has his hand around her throat, shoving her harshly into the broken mirror behind her. His claws pierce her flesh, the poison burning her skin on contact as she screams from the pain.

Wooyoung’s chest heaves, eyes long since having bled black as he watches deep purple veins begin to appear along Miyeon’s skin as the poison takes hold. He tightens his grip.

“You dare touch My Angel?” His voice is low: ominous and threatening. “You’re lucky to even be alive right now, Mimi.”

The way he hisses out her old nickname has a shiver of fear rushing down her spine. Already, the effects of the poison are taking hold, the blood spilling from her beginning to turn black as it burns her from the inside out. Slowly.

“When we’re done with you, there will be nothing left.” Wooyoung snarls, hearing his brothers growl their agreement from around him.

Backing away, Wooyoung makes sure to leave his claws embedded in her skin as he shreds into her throat. Not enough to kill her just yet, but enough to leave deep gouges in his wake.

Just as Wooyoung steps away, Yeosang is back to take his place. Another hole is ripped into Miyeon as he shoves his hand into her stomach. In the blink of an eye, he’s tossing her onto the floor behind him, right between Mingi and Jongho, who stand waiting with weapons in both of their hands.

Instantly, Mingi is crushing Miyeon’s hand beneath his foot, a blade being shoved through her one shoulder as he pins her down. A position Seonghwa is quick to mirror on her opposite side as he shoves a blade of his own into her other shoulder while crushing her wrist beneath his one foot.

Miyeon’s legs kick helplessly out below her, soon being pinned down by both Hongjoong and Yeosang as each male steps on her knees. A satisfying crunch can be heard as they do so, wicked grins pulling at all of their faces all the while.

By her feet, Jongho now stands. An axe rests over his shoulder as he stares down at her with nothing but pure malice in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he tightens his grip on the handle.

All the while, two males continue to do their utmost to help you in whatever ways they can for the moment.

As soon as Wooyoung had began to walk over to Miyeon, San had went to reach for the dagger embedded in your one hand.

“San,” Yunho warns, a worried look being sent his way. “If you so much as touch that dagger while she’s in this state, her mind could be lost forever.”

Pain is such a fickle thing.

“Then hurry up and do something about it!” He retorts, panic and worry clear on his features as he continues to kneel in front of you for the moment.

Without wasting another second, Yunho’s hands gently place themselves onto the sides of your head, fingers pressing into your temples. His eyes close, beginning to delve into the deepest recesses of your mind, and what he finds waiting for him has tears immediately springing to his eyes.

Never before has Yunho seen your mindscape this dark. The barren wasteland laid out before him is the worst he’s ever seen it, scraps of dull memories torn asunder littering various areas around him. Not even on that day that you broke down in front of all of them was your mind this bad. Hell, if it weren’t for the scattered memories, or the faint sobbing he can hear in the distance, he’d swear he was looking through the mind of someone who had died.

A hissing voice spewing the harshest insults inside of your mind draws his attention.

Delving deeper, Yunho’s breath hitches in his throat. His eyes shift restlessly beneath his lids as he searches for you everywhere within your own mind. Still, that voice echoes shamelessly, spitting venom at you with every chance it gets.

The worst part is, you believe it. Whatever Miyeon did to you, she purposely made that voice return, and now, you believe it once more.

Darker and darker it becomes, Yunho noticing false memories being embedded into your consciousness the deeper he goes. False memories of the eight of them berating you, and gazing upon you with the most vile looks of contempt he’s ever seen. Looks of which he knows would never dare cross any of their features when gazing upon you.

The only problem is, he cannot remove them quite yet. Not while you’re still trapped within the confines of your own mind. He doesn’t want to hurt you, and he most certainly cannot risk losing you. He would never forgive himself if he did.

Frantically, he searches for you. Yet, despite everywhere he looks, he cannot seem to find you. Your sobs continue to echo louder and louder, that voice a throbbing shout now as it surrounds him from every angle.

He can tell that you’re slipping, and fast.

With everything that he is, and with all that he has, Yunho latches onto your mind. Just as he did on that day you came back pierced by arrows, he tethers your mind to his. This time, though, he sends soothing thoughts down the mental link, coaxing you to give him something, anything, as to a hint on where he can find you within your own mind.

“Come on, Petal,” he mumbles, eyes still fluttering every which way beneath his lids. “Come back to me. To us.”

It’s as if you’ve heard his every plea, even if only subconsciously.

Only once has Yunho ever had the privilege to glance your soul. Whether you were aware that you had been showing him or not, he’s still not entirely sure. However, what he does know, is that your life-force is the most vibrant, brilliant, and absolutely magnificent thing he has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes upon. Besides you, of course. The fact that it’s apart of you only makes it that much more special.

The faintest glimmer of your soul begins to shine through, flickering beside him as he continues to traverse your mindscape. In fact, it startles him so much that he falters in his step for a moment as he watches that little orb take shape in front of his very eyes.

He swallows thickly, rushing after it the moment that it darts away from him. It’s almost as if it’s telling him to hurry, for you don’t have much time left before you fully succumb to the darkness of your own mind.

In the distant, a figure curled in on themselves begins to appear, a shadow towering over them. The figure trembles like a leaf in the wind, shivering as the shadow berates them, kicking them and beating them in every way imaginable. Desperately, the figure covers their ears with their hands, as if to attempt to block out the shadow in any way that they can to no avail.

Yunho’s heart aches as he knows that that figure is you.

Briefly, that little orb pauses just above your shaking form on the ground, as if to say ‘look here!’. Then, once it deems Yunho has seen what it’s wanted to show him, the little orb is slowly sinking to the ground before being reabsorbed by you.

You don’t even notice.

Reaching out, Yunho gently caresses you mind with his own.

The entirety of your mindscape rumbles, and that shadow over you seems to pause it’s movements momentarily. You, on the other hand, freeze in your spot. Slowly but surely, you begin to raise your head.

Petal, Yunho’s soft voice calls out to you, his heart aching as he steps in closer. Petal, please. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. We’re here now. I’m right here.

Lies! The shadow hisses, it’s voice sounding like a mixture of your own degrading thoughts and Miyeon’s harsh tone. You couldn’t even save yourself, so you had to conjure up an image of a man who doesn’t even love you to save the day. After all, who could ever love you?

That’s not true, Petal. He attempts to keep his voice steady; even. You know that’s not true.

Yunho goes to take another step in closer, only for him to hit an invisible barrier of some sort. Desperately, his hands press against the mental block, doing whatever he can to reach out to you for the moment.

See? See? He doesn’t even want to get anywhere near a vile creature such as yourself! He can’t. He’s too disgusted by you to try. The shadow spits, cackling maniacally in the next moment as you curl back in on yourself.

No, Petal. Don’t listen to a word she says. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Yunho pleas for you to listen to him. To look at him. Please, Petal. You’re not alone. I’m here now. Please, just let me in.

The barrier falters slightly for a moment, so Yunho is quick to continue.

With everything that I am, I am so in love with you. Please, you know that I am. More than anything. I will never leave you. I’m right here. Softly, he calls your name, and he watches you lift your head to meet his gaze. The barrier begins to fade. You are My Muse. My Petal. My Queen.

He hears your breath hitch, and he knows he’s not the only one.

That shadow begins to fade.

You are safe. We’re here now, and I swear on my life I will let nothing harm you again. Yunho breathes, eyes flitting everywhere over your figure as you slowly begin to sit up. You are more than worthy. You always have been, and you always will be.

He watches you begin to stand, the shadow screaming beside you as your body begins to glow faintly, getting stronger and stronger with each passing moment.

You are loved. Fuck- are you ever loved. Yunho finally breaks through the barrier, rushing over to you and pulling you into his arms. By me. By all of Your Kings. By your family. By your friends, and so many more.

You came back for me. A sob tears from your throat as you bury your face into his shoulder, arms clinging onto him for dear life as you absolutely shine in his arms.

I promised you that I would never let you suffer these thoughts alone. I’m right here, and I always will be. He squeezes you tighter in his hold, pulling away only briefly to stare deeply in your eyes. Now, let’s get you home.

The shadow has completely dissipated by now, a lightness returning to your mind as he begins to lead you through your mindscape and back out again. Yunho even goes so far as to hold your hand in his, guiding you gently as he rids your mind of all of these negative and false thoughts.

Every fake memory Miyeon has implemented inside of your mind, he burns, allowing you to recognize the invalidity of each as you pass them by. A fact which is made all the more easier when you begin to point them out to him along the way, muttering about how you just knew that they couldn’t be true. Not when you have your other memories of how they’ve always made you feel.

Of course, he’s careful not to overstep or invade any of your own personal memories. No, those are for you to share when you’re ready, or when the time is right. If you choose to share them at all.

Finally, the two of you manage to reach your void, and Yunho nearly collapses at the sight before him. No wonder you couldn’t reach out to them to warn them of what had been going on. Miyeon had literally trapped you within your own mind with no escape.

Taking a deep breath, he destroys the barrier without a second thought. Instantly, that mist begins to roll back in, covering over their strings once more.

Again, Yunho’s heart aches as his eyes scan the cracked and shattered walls of your void, noticing the drained lake with an unfamiliar stone resting at the bottom of it. A stone of which he’s quick to dispose of, summoning it to his hand and crushing it to dust within his palm.

Slowly, the cracks begin to mend, and the lake of your void begins to fill with that all too familiar black water.

Turning to you, he tenderly cups the side of your face with his free hand. Ready?

You nod, your lips pulling upwards softly. Ready.

Without another thought, Yunho pulls you out of your own mind and back to the reality before you just as Mingi stabs Miyeon in her shoulder.

Time works very differently inside one’s own mind.

Blinking groggily, your vision begins to clear. Faintly, you can see someone kneeling before you, tears falling freely down their cheeks. Another blink, and your eyes finally focus in on San kneeling before you, his hands shaking as he holds them in the air halfway between your body and his own.

He’s still wearing your sweater.

“Sannie?” Your voice comes out raw, throat aching from the shrill scream of terror that had escaped you only ten minutes earlier.

“Baby? Oh, thank fuck,” he sobs, reaching for you and cupping your face tenderly in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

More apologies keep falling from his lips as you notice Wooyoung coming to kneel beside him. Tears of his own line the younger’s eyes, falling freely as he sees your own back in proper focus for the moment. A sense of relief floods their veins. However, they’re not in the clear just yet.

Slowly, San reaches for the dagger embedded in your hand.

“I’m so sorry, Baby,” he keeps his voice low as he notices tears gathering in the corners of your own eyes. “I have to pull this out. I promise I’ll make it quick. I’ll-“

San chokes on his own words, throat tightening as he sees your whole body trembling from the pain.

Instantly, Wooyoung’s hand is on the hilt of the other dagger in your thigh.

“We promise to make it all better.” He swallows his emotions for the moment, tears blurring his vision. “We have to take these out before we can start healing you, but I promise we’ll make all the pain go away.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, nodding as much as you can for the moment as you brace yourself for the removal of the two blades still embedded in your body.

“On the count of three,” San begins. “One.”

“Two,” Wooyoung breathes.

“Three.” The grin on Jongho’s face is downright insane as he brings his axe down over Miyeon’s left ankle, but all you can hear is the dull thunk of the blade sinking into the floor behind you.

Just as they promised, the removal of the blades is quick, but unfortunately, not painless. The sharp sting of the daggers leaving your skin has you squeezing your eyes shut as your tears finally begin to fall silently down your face. Your head is thrown back, and you feel someone place their hands against the side of your temples once more in comfort.

Your eyes fling open, breath catching in your throat momentarily as your whole body tenses. That is, until you see Yunho gazing down at you with nothing but worry shining within his orbs as tears of his own trail down his cheeks.

Softly, he smiles down at you, caressing your features tenderly with his thumbs. A silent reassurance that he’s right here. That’s they’re all right here, even if you cannot see them.

Your whole body aches, and you can feel the threat of unconsciousness lingering over you once more as your body begins to shut down. Breathing becomes increasingly difficult, your lungs screaming in protest with each inhale.

Wooyoung’s soft call of your name is synonymous with San’s frantic call of Seonghwa’s.

Clutching the dagger in his hand, Wooyoung draws your attention to him once more.

“Stay with us, Angel. It’s almost over, I promise.” He keeps his tone low, gentle as he does whatever he can to reassure you for the moment. “I don’t smell anything, but I need to taste your blood to see if there’s any poison in your system. Is that okay with you?”

Your vision begins to blur at the corners, but you find enough energy to nod faintly in confirmation to his question.

Switching the hand that’s holding onto the dagger, Wooyoung is quick to swipe a finger along the flat of the blade. In the next second, he’s dabbing the tip of his finger against his tongue, only tasting the smallest amount possible to check for any poison.

Vaguely, you register that the hand he now has holding onto the dagger is covered in a shiny black substance. You blink, unsure of what it could be.

Both San and Yunho look at Wooyoung expectantly.

“Her blood is clean.” He states, and you hear all three of them breathe a small sigh of relief.

In the next second, you see Seonghwa appear in front of you.

The eldest’s expression falls, his entire body feeling as if he has suddenly been submerged in ice as panic seizes his very soul at seeing you in this state. Painfully, his heart squeezes in his chest.

“Oh, My Divine,” he nearly chokes on a sob, tears lining his vision as he continues to take in your beaten and bloody appearance. “I’m so sorry.”

In no time at all, both Wooyoung and San begin to heal your every wound. One works on the front of your body while the other moves to your back.

It is then that you register that Yunho has stepped away from you for the moment. However, what you fail to see is how the male moves quickly over to Miyeon’s figure still being pinned to the ground by his brothers, taking Seonghwa’s place and pushing the blade deeper into her one dislocated shoulder.

Forcing your eyes to remain open becomes increasingly difficult, head spinning as your breathing begins to come in jagged pants.

“Here, My Divine,” Seonghwa is quick to create a small incision on his wrist, bringing it up to your lips immediately as he sees his blood starting to swell on his skin. “Drink this. You’ll feel much better.”

Even if you wanted to decline, you don’t think you’d have the strength to. Which is why when the eldest offers you his blood to heal you, his opposite hand coming up to help support the back of your head, you start to drink.

Your eyes fall closed, focusing on breathing through your nose for the moment and remaining conscious. The subtle taste of dark chocolate fills your senses, along with a slight tinge of iron that settles onto your tongue the more of Seonghwa’s blood you consume. With every sip, you slowly begin to feel a bit of your strength returning to your body.

After some time, Seonghwa carefully begins to pull his wrist away, moving to brush his hand over your forehead tenderly. His fingers trace the side of your face, healing the scrapes and cuts he can see for the moment. Already, the swelling is beginning to go down.

Another small sigh of relief escapes the three men surrounding you.

The bindings tying your wrists are finally snapped off, the sound once more synonymous with the thunk of Jongho’s axe as he cleaves Miyeon’s right hand from her body.

There is nothing but pure hatred shining in her tear filled gaze as she looks past all of them to see you being coddled by Seonghwa. Blood fills her mouth, and she turns her head to the side to spit it upon the ground. The black substance burns her throat, those purple veins still slowly spreading throughout her body as ice floods her system.

There’s nothing quite like the sting of your body slowly shutting down when you’re a demon. Such a poison was concocted for this very reason, meant only to affect those with demonic blood. A poison which is quick to take hold, but slow in death. One of the many reasons Wooyoung chose such a toxin to invade Miyeon’s body.

Of course, it helps that he and his brothers are all immune.

The blade Mingi has lodged in her shoulder gets twisted harshly, drawing her attention back to the males surrounding her body. Only now, San has come to join them, and he is not too fond of that harsh glare sent in your direction.

“You dare gaze upon Our Queen with such vile hatred in your eyes?” San hisses, voice low and ominous as he summons a spear to his hands. “Learn some respect.”

The tip is jabbed into the socket of Miyeon’s right eye.

A scream tears from her throat, head thrashing and only causing each of her wounds to aggravate even more as her body twitches beneath their hold.

“All of this-“ she pants, gritting her teeth as she struggles to free herself. She should have killed you when she had the chance. “All of this for some stupid, pathetic whore.”

All of their eyes flash, but again, it’s Yeosang who acts first.

Smashing through her teeth, the male tears her tongue from her throat, tossing it across the room in an instant. Leaning in, he makes sure to keep his voice low as his eyes bleed black once more. “Never shall another vile word against My Beloved be spoken by you again.”

For the first time in her entire life, and using the one eye she still has left, she glares at Yeosang. Nothing but betrayal and hatred shines in her gaze as she watches him stand back to his feet, not even sparing another glance in her direction as he begins to walk towards you still sitting in that chair.

A shriek of outrage builds in her throat, blood flowing from her wounds endlessly.

Oh, the perks of keeping their victims alive for as long as they want, making them feel every ounce of pain until all eight of them are satisfied. Finally though, it’s time to finish Miyeon off, once and for all.

Crawling on top of her, Hongjoong is quick to straddle her thighs, pinning her broken body beneath him. A maniacal grin of his own stretches across his lips, eyes blazing wildly as he looks down upon her.

“What’s the matter, Mimi?” He hums, tilting his head mockingly. “Cat got your tongue?”

Another outraged gurgle escapes her throat, beginning to choke on the blood building in her broken mouth.

A dagger appears in his hand, and he makes quick work of slicing her chest open and exposing her ribs.

“Perhaps,“ starting from the bottom, Hongjoong cracks her very first rib, “you should have,” three more ribs with each word spoken, “kept your big,” another, “fat,” another, “mouth,” and another, “shut.”

With each rib he snaps, Miyeon whimpers in pain. Tears leak freely out of her remaining eye as Hongjoong happily breaks open each and every one of her bones to expose her organs. Tearing her left lung out, he’s quick to reveal her beating heart. A frantic organ which pulses erratically as terror consumes her very soul.

An unnerving grin settles onto Hongjoong’s face as he pushes himself up from her body. Briefly, he locks gazes with Yunho, allowing a single memory to flit through the younger male’s mind.

The two of you appear to be in the garden, you resting comfortably with Hongjoong for the moment as you speak.

“There’s a few pointed things I would like to do to her for what she did to him,” a frown pulls at your features as clear venom coats your words. “To what she did to all of you.”

“Oh?” Hongjoong quirks his brow, curiosity shining in his gaze as his heart begins to pound beneath his chest. “Care to share, My Love?”

Your eyes briefly meet his own before drifting to stare intently at the fountain in front of you. You shift slightly in your seat, crossing your one leg over the other as you pull his hand further into your lap.

“I think tearing out her heart after cracking open her ribs one by one for easier access is a good start.”

Yunho inhales sharply in realization, heart pounding within his chest as his eyes flash black.

“Will you do the honours for Our Queen?” Hongjoong meets Yunho’s gaze once more, that sinister grin still tugging at his lips. I know that she’d want it to be you, since she cannot do so herself.

“With pleasure,” Yunho snarls.

His dark gaze locks in on Miyeon’s frantically beating heart as he shifts to kneel beside her, her one eye watching his every move.

“I’m surprised you even have one,” Yunho scoffs, hearing his brothers exhale short puffs of agreement from around him. Allowing his eyes to bleed black, Yunho snarls, “burn in hell.”

In the blink of an eye, Miyeon’s heart is torn right out from her chest.

A moment later, and her soul is shredded from existence.

Standing back to his feet, Yunho drops Miyeon’s heart unceremoniously beside her head. Her expression is frozen in a scream, back arching off of the floor as her one dull eye shines in terror.

Finally, they all release their hold on her body, stepping away from her in the next moment. Without wasting another second, all of them are surrounding you, needing to make sure that you’re okay and most importantly, still breathing.

Blood still covers almost every free inch of your torso, smeared across your face and neck as Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Yeosang comfort you gently. At least your wounds have all closed by now, the majority of the swelling having gone down thanks to Seonghwa’s blood flowing through your veins.

Your one hand is gently clasped in Yeosang’s own, his thumb rubbing tenderly over the skin as Wooyoung continues to kneel before you. Jongho is quick to join Wooyoung, kneeling beside him and reaching for your other hand. Carefully, he lifts your wrist into his grasp, fingers lightly brushing over your skin as he caresses you. The tears he had so desperately been holding back begin to fall from his eyes as he takes in your bloody state.

A fact of which is mirrored by all of them, though not every man lets them fall for the moment.

“It’s over, Starlight,” Mingi breathes, his tears falling freely down his cheeks as he places a gentle hand onto your shoulder. “You’re safe now.”

“Can you stand?” Hongjoong appears in your vision, shifting beside you as he brushes a comforting hand down the side of your arm.

Weakly, you nod in response.

Slowly, you begin to push yourself forward on the chair, your entire body groaning in protest. Your joints ache, eyes squeeing shut as you hoist yourself onto your feet with the help of all of them.

Their hands are gentle; soft in their hold on you as you sway slightly. Faintly, a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders, and you turn your head just in time to see San now standing beside you as he helps to cover you up for the moment.

You blink in thanks, hands barely having the strength to clasp onto the edges of the blanket in order to wrap it fully around yourself for the moment.

“Is she-“ your voice catches in your throat, strained and raw, “is she-“

“Dead, My Love,” Hongjoong keeps his tone low, soft so as not to overwhelm you for the moment.

“She cannot hurt you anymore,” Yeosang whispers, nothing but the sincerest of promises shining behind his eyes.

“Let me-“ you swallow the dryness of your throat, “I need to see.”

“Please, My Divine,” Seonghwa shoots you a worried glance as he prevents you from turning around with a gentle hand on your back. “It is a sight you should never have to see.”

“Please,” a weak plea, as you attempt to turn once more, “I need to.”

It’s then that each male realizes just why you so desperately need to see Miyeon’s corpse. It’s not that you don’t trust that they killed her. It’s for your own confirmation, your own reassurance that she cannot hurt you anymore.

Slowly, and with all of them helping you, you turn to face what once was Miyeon’s body.

The inhale you take is small, albeit sharp as you gaze upon her ruined corpse. Her broken ribs stick into the air at odd angles, body contorted in pain as you spot a bloody lump right beside her head.

Instantly, your shoulders are relaxing, a sigh of relief escaping you as your whole body seemingly deflates. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you finally feel a sense of comfort and safety wrap itself around you like the blanket you so desperately cling to that rests upon your shoulders.

Finally, you no longer have to be brave.

Nodding faintly, you go to take a step to exit the room, only for your legs to falter beneath you. Immediately, they’re all surrounding you, and you find yourself collapsing into the nearest male’s arms.

Seonghwa holds you close to his chest, feeling the way your whole body trembles in his grasp as vicious sobs wrack your entire form. Tears fall freely down your face as you cling to him for dear life, allowing yourself to feel all your emotions that you so desperately kept at bay the whole time you were with Miyeon.

That’s when they notice, your void is down.

Every single one of your thoughts slams into them, your emotions washing over them as their hearts squeeze painfully in their chests. Each male cannot prevent the way tears now flow freely from their own eyes as they surround you on all sides. Slowly, a gentle hand is pressed onto your form by all of them, letting you know that they’re right here, and that they’re not going anywhere any time soon.

They will protect you with their lives, even if it’s the last thing that they ever do.

Your next words absolutely shatter their hearts.

“She made me believe you weren’t coming back,” you sob, grip tightening its hold on Seonghwa’s shirt desperately. “I thought-“ you choke on your breath, eyes squeezing shut, “I was so scared.”

San is the next to embrace you, pressing himself against your back as the eldest pulls you in closer to his chest.

“We’re right here, Baby,” he whispers, voice catching the slightest bit as he is overcome by his own emotions. “I promise it’s all over now.”

More violent sobs wrack your fragile form.

“We won’t let anything else hurt you,” Yunho is the next to surround you, caressing your mind softly with his own and offering you any and all comfort that he can for the moment.

The pain filled wails you release torment them in every way imaginable, nothing but regret and self-loathing filling each male as they watch you fall apart right before their very eyes. If they had just stopped to think for one second, or if one of them had stayed back with you, none of this would have happened. Miyeon wouldn’t have been able to touch you, and you wouldn’t be hanging on to the last bits of your waning sanity as you absolutely break down for the moment.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Jongho promises, being the next one to surround you.

“She can’t hurt you anymore,” Wooyoung’s voice is low, attaching himself to the pile of males embracing you.

“You’re safe now,” Yeosang whispers, eyes shining with unshed tears as he clings onto that ever growing circle of his brothers around you. “I promise.”

“Tell us what you need, Starlight,” Mingi adds himself to the pile, speaking softly. “Tell us what you need, and we’ll do everything in our power to provide it for you.”

Hesitantly, Hongjoong stands off to the side. He cannot help but blame himself for everything that’s happened. It was his responsibility to make sure they could protect you. It was his fault their wards couldn’t keep Miyeon out. He allowed her to slip right through the cracks, torturing you inside your own home. The fact that they had no idea what was going on for two hours has his chest heaving, a crushing feeling filling his lungs with every breath.

The worst part? Miyeon used his own damn dagger to torture you with.

Tears fall freely down his face as Hongjoong is overcome by his own emotions. It’s as if he was the very one who inflicted such brutal torture on you. He might as well have been, given how badly he’s screwed up.

It’s your own voice that manages to pull him out of his own thoughts.

“All of you,” you breathe, a tremble to your voice as you squeeze them tighter. “I need all of you.”

Whatever thoughts that had been swimming through Hongjoong’s mind vanish in an instant as he nearly collapses onto the pile of his brothers embracing you from every angle. His sobs echo alongside your own, the others fairing no better as they offer you whatever comfort they can for the moment.

Your entire body relaxes, sobs beginning to quiet down for the moment as you bask in the feeling of Your Kings surrounding you from every side. Each of them holds on to your mind just as tenderly as they embrace you from every angle.

Finally, you are safe. Finally, you can relax. They will watch over you as you rest, protecting you with everything that they are. You just know that they will. Nothing will ever harm you again. Not while they are around.

Closing your eyes, you feel yourself slowly succumb to the darkness once more.

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Love me like you hate me pt. 3 ✘ hongjoong x reader (smut&angst)

❅ pairing : kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rating : +18 | angst, smut

❅ warnings : violence, strong language, sex, mention of death

❅ status : chaptered, unfinished (chapter 3/?)

❅ tags&stuff : gang leader!hj, gang AU, stripper!reader, drugs, money, corruption, stripclub, violence, San as hj’s right-hand man and Wooyoung as their overexcited sidekick, San is kind of a sadistic bastard, heart eyes for Woo, graphic sex scenes incoming, joong is a rough little man with a potty mouth, Yunho’s there too and the most perfect boyfriend material as usual

❅ chapter wc : 4.5k

❅ previously ― part 1 | part 2 ❅ network : @newworldnet

please comment & reblog if you enjoyed reading ♥

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“Fuck- who knew a single dude could bleed that much?” San chuckled, rolling up his sleeve to wipe some blood off his skin, taking off one of his rings as it was now closer to rose gold from being painted red.

“You did rip the guy’s teeth off one by one, that’s gotta hurt!” Wooyoung giggled from the front seat of the car taking them all back home, unbothered by the puzzled look their driver would occasionally give them.

“What can I say, I like a job done right” San teased once again, cursing a little as some of the blood didn’t seem to come off that easily.

Sitting next to him, Hongjoong was quietly staring into the city skyline as they drove through the night, failing to make any comment on his friend’s behavior when he would usually mock him for being a sadistic asshole with a thirst for blood. Still, he had to admit most of his regular income was the fruit of San’s hard labor and bad temper. While he had made a name for himself, Hongjoong knew most of his enemies never came too close because they already had been flirting with death too many times because of San’s fists. If he wasn’t exactly a role model when it came to act on the low and be discreet, San was by far the best right-hand man he could wish for.

“Who’s got your tongue, boss?” San finally asked, poking Hongjoong in the arm as he had never seen him so quiet before.

“Bet it was that stripper” Wooyoung giggled, mostly to himself, sighing at the memories of the girl grinding all over him hours before as he rolled the car window down to light himself a cigarette.

“Shut the fuck up. Both of you” Hongjoong coldly ordered, his eyes never drifting from the sight of a city fast asleep while his mind wandered once again to that club, head still filled with vivid images of that girl he had reluctantly left behind. She had never left his mind, like a permanent thought soon to turn into his new obsession.

Settling back into an ordinary life was always the hardest part of the job.

As she sat in front of the mirror in her cozy little boudoir, her hair into a messy bun as she wiped away the sparkly make-up that made her feel untouchable on stage, Y/N couldn’t help but overthink the situation she had been stuck into, earlier in the night. While resentment was getting ahead of her, it suddenly seemed like Yunho had been summoned into the room as he made a quiet entrance, keeping his back against the door as he simply stared into her reflection.

“How was your night?”

A simple question he always asked, rushing into the changing rooms as soon as she was done with her shift to make sure everything was okay and none of their clients had taken things a little too far. Regardless of his schedule, Yunho’s primal instinct was to check on the girl he adored beyond any sort of good sense.

Still, when she failed to reply, Yunho instantly felt his heart drop into his chest. Something was odd and the ice cold look she eventually spared him came as a confirmation.

“Is there something wrong?” He frowned, walking closer to her, his hands instinctively resting above her shoulders while he fought within himself not to massage her tired muscles from dancing and grinding all over strangers for hours. A ritual he had grown fond of.

“I don’t know. You tell me, boyfriend?” Y/N eventually dared to snap back, her eyes turning into little darts all aiming at his puzzled face as she emphasized on the word ‘boyfriend’.

Confused, Yunho suddenly felt like he had been thrown into an impromptu game of Russian Roulette, looking for the answer that would spare him the inevitable execution. There was no sympathy in her eyes, only a fair mix of anger and judgement.

“Care to tell me why Kim Hongjoong and his men seemed to think we’re involved?” she finally spoke again, unable to deal with the sudden quietness between them, especially when she sincerely expected a valid reason for him to think it was okay to play pretend.

“I never said anything about us, I swear” with a quick shrug, Yunho felt smaller than ever, almost pathetic as he stammered through the weakest apologies he could serve. Nothing felt familiar anymore, from her body language to the complete deception in her eyes. She suddenly felt like a stranger, someone that couldn’t wait to get away from him, and that thought only was enough to tighten the knot growing into his stomach.

“I hope so. Cause there is no ‘us’…” though he had been preparing himself for years, each of these words felt like a single cut through his heart, like a dagger sinking into his flesh until it hit his bones, tearing him apart until there was nothing left of him but a pool of blood where every single one of his hopes had come to die.

Without a word, Yunho watched as Y/N removed the remaining of her make-up, pulled her long hair up into a neat ponytail and gathered her belongings, scattered all over the desk only to be thrown into her brown, leather bag. Not only was he hurt to the very core of his pride, but the way she was now avoiding any eye-contact with him made it unbearable to stand in the same room.

“He- uh…” he paused, coughing to give himself some composure, supposing he had any left, “He asked me to clean your schedule for the week, so… I guess you won’t have to see my face for a while, guess that’s convenient”.

He hated how pathetic and whiny he sounded right now, but nothing had ever come close to the pain he was experiencing as he watched the girl of his dreams changing from her stage fit to her casual clothes. When every man in town would die to see her walking around in a lacy thong, Yunho secretly loved this version of her the best. The one in regular jeans, sneakers, and a plain white tee-shirt. The real her.

“Yeah right” she scoffed, unimpressed.

“I’m serious, Y/N, that man isn’t playing” any other day, Yunho would have played along with her typical rebellious attitude, calling her smug for provoking a man that held the entire city into the palm of his hand, but regardless of the way she had crushed his soul seconds prior to this conversation, he still felt the urge to protect her.

“And neither am I” she coldly stated, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she walked toward the door, ready to call it a night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” she added without a look or a single sign of sympathy, walking out the door as Yunho remained alone, standing in the middle of the room, powerless and petrified at the thought of the inevitable confrontation coming his way.

Hongjoong walked home in the middle of the night. Nothing out of habits, for a man whose business typically ran after sunset. Throwing his keys and taking his jacket off as he walked directly to the bathroom, he could hear the familiar yet unsettling buzzing sound coming with the deafening silence of his place.

With loneliness as his most faithful companion over the years, he had given up trying to make this apartment feel like home; simply because he didn’t know what ‘home’ was even supposed to feel like. All these ideals of a healthy household had died with his mother and now, the only memories of ever feeling ‘like home’ were starting to fade away with time.

The smell of freshly cooked meals, the sound of her laugh, the way she always pushed his hair back to plant a kiss on his forehead, the faded sound of her favorite records playing in the living room whenever his father was out. This was home to him.

On the cusp of turning 30, Hongjoong couldn't ignore the tragic irony of reaching an era his mother would never get to experience. Though he would always remember her at the prime of youth, there was some bittersweet aspect to the thought of never seeing her grow old.

Sometimes, when he would allow himself to bask into melancholy, Hongjoong liked to imagine what she’d look like with a few wrinkles and grey hair, how her voice would change with time, what it would feel like to grow up with a loving mother by his side. Would he be any different?

While the fantasies would change over time, his father never made it to the final cut. There was no place for this man and his toxicity in the perfect picture of a lifetime with his beloved mother.

And now here he was, an orphan trying to make himself a home without knowing where to start.

His place still matched the mystery of his aura, blissfully dark, expensive, and fashionably empty. High ceilings, large windows and concrete floor made this loft the perfect place to hide, perched on the last floor of the tallest building in town with the most breathtaking view on the skyline.

Hongjoong often felt like standing in a lighthouse with nothing but the darkness of the Sea ahead of him. Nothing to be seen on the surface but a pitch-black sky sparkled with stardust. But if he dared looking down through the city lights, Hongjoong could easily picture a family. A couple. Strangers living their lives, enjoying the most trivial things of a routine he was always dreading to step into. A father helping his daughter with her homework, bending over a geometry book on the dining table, a little boy playing with his dolls in his bedroom, two lovers snuggling on their couch.

Pieces of a life he would never get to experience, only because he didn’t belong into a ‘home’.

Rolling up his sleeves to unveil his tatted arms, a few bracelets, and a vintage watch, Hongjoong frowned at his reflection in the mirror as he splashed some cold water onto his face, pressing his fingers into his temples, hoping to make the reminiscing stop. He wouldn’t allow himself to dive into nostalgia when his present already held too much drama for him to take a break.

Still, while it was easy to push the family memories aside, one thought remained. One particular face he just couldn’t blink away that easily.

She was everywhere, her voice echoing through his brain like a broken record. The way her lips curved into a smile as she teased him, her plump thighs hiding that precious mole he was now dying to taste, the softness of her skin, the way her body reacted to his touch but not entirely – not as much as he wished. Hongjoong wasn’t typically the kind of man to give a girl any second thought. If anything, women were easy targets to him, and if his good looks weren’t enough to attract them, money always was.

Money could buy him anything, and if this girl wasn’t kneeling for him within the next hour, someone else would have to do, for now.

Grabbing his phone from his slack’s pocket, Hongjoong was quick to compose a text. Something extremely formal with a few instructions. The usual.

She walked through his doorstep less than thirty minutes later, as requested by the man holding the cash in one hand while the other invited her in. Though she was a regular, Hongjoong never dared to ask for her name. He didn’t need to know, didn’t even care.

“‘been a while, handsome “ She smiled, grabbing the cash from his hand without bothering with a recount. Hongjoong wasn’t a scam, like some of her clients. If anything, he often overpaid for the ridiculously short amount of time she was here. Not that she would complain about it.

“Let’s cut the talking for today” Hongjoong simply stated, unwilling to chit-chat as he gulped some leftover whisky from the glass on his coffee table, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he settled himself on his brown, leather couch.

There wasn’t anything remotely romantic in the way he watched the girl kneel in front of him, her hands already busy with his belt like a task she had been given, and nothing more. A perfect play doll following his instructions while his mind already wandered somewhere else, away from here, away from her, and with a much more pleasant company.

With his head tilted back and his eyes closed, Hongjoong quickly allowed himself to wrap the girl’s hair into a fist as he thrusted himself deeper into the warmth of her welcoming throat, a simple growl escaping his own lips while his head started to fill with someone else’s face.

He could see her clearly now, her sparkly make-up already ruined, black lines rolling over her cheeks as she gagged slightly with a mouthful of him. She was taking him like a champ, the perfect, velvety walls of her mouth fitting like a glove to his throbbing cock. Her hands clenched into his thighs, tracing thin, red lines all over his skin while his eyes couldn’t get enough of the sight of her exposed back and the perfect dome of her ass, peaking from her skirt. He loved the idea of having her fully dressed and already drooling over his lap, too hungry to even undress herself, too eager to be fucked.

It wasn’t long until Hongjoong found himself losing control, one particular swirl of the girl’s tongue forcing him to dig his nails deeper into her scalp while she welcomed his release through a guttural moan – and even then, his body still shaking with pleasure and overstimulation as the girl made sure to swallow every last drop of him, Hongjoong couldn’t help but picture that glow on her face as she would look up, teary eyes and puffy lips as the perfect signs of a fucked-out state while still untouched.

“Looks like you’re ready for round 2, baby” the girl teased as she wiped the corner of her lips like she had just feasted on her favorite cake, pleasantly surprised to see him getting hard again while oblivious to the reason behind his extreme arousal. While she had done a decent job, all credits fully remained to a girl who was most likely asleep by now, miles away from being the main character in Hongjoong’s filthy scenarios.

Was she alone right now? Was she even sleeping? What if Yunho had failed at keeping his promise? What if he was the one filling her perfect mouth right now with his palm resting on her cheek, her vicious tongue playing with his balls as he claimed her repeatedly?

That thought only was enough to send him spiraling, anger making his blood boil into his veins. If he couldn’t have her immediately, no one could. Especially not Yunho.

“I’ll call you a cab” his tone was cold, typically detached as he fixed himself back into his pants, the moment long gone now that he couldn’t get away from the disturbing images of another man touching his girl. Though it was crazy to think of it, Hongjoong couldn’t help but claim her as his now that she was the only thing on his mind. He could easily picture himself losing sleep over it and go beyond measures to get her. Even if that meant having Yunho and every other man looking at her, buried six feet under.

The hooker was gone without much ceremony. Not that the situation deserved any.

Alone again with his thoughts for company, Hongjoong eventually crashed into his bed an hour later, knowing he wouldn’t get much sleep that night.

Y/N had been tossing and turning through the short amount of time she was asleep that night. Struggling to find her way into a peaceful slumber after the chaotic series of events happening at the club earlier. While she tried her best not to be an overthinker, picking her battles over silly misunderstandings, she hated to face any discomfort in her workplace. The one place where she felt strong enough to handle anything. She couldn’t allow any turbulence in her comfort zone, moreover if that meant losing a precious paycheck. Something she couldn’t afford.

Stretching into her bed, Y/N looked nothing like the girl she was on stage the night before. With her long hair pulled into a bun gone messier over her sleepless night and her body wrapped into an oversized shirt that could easily pass as a dress, she fitted perfectly as the girl-next-door with her face fresh of any make-up.

Her bedroom looked exactly the same as it did years ago, when she was still a teenager running from school to her student job in the evening, trying to make ends meet so she could afford medication and a decent living for her grand-mother; walls covered with pictures of a younger version of herself with her friends backpacking through Europe, a massive poster of her favorite film, Moulin Rouge above her bed and a closet full of clothes she barely had enough time to wear with her crazy schedule at the club.

Her peaceful awakening was suddenly cut short when hearing voices coming from the living room. Voices she could instantly identify as her grand mother’s and the one person she didn’t want to see, especially first thing in the morning.

Tearing herself off the comfort of her bed, Y/N escaped her bedroom, reluctantly dragging herself toward the living-room where she was inevitably faced with her favorite person in the world and Yunho, sharing some obviously pleasant conversation.

“Good morning, sweetpea!” Joan was a 72-year-old woman living with early stage of dementia and the closest thing to a mother Y/N had been granted with, since her own birth mother had decided she wasn’t built to be a mom and bailed on her before she even turned two.

“Hi nan’ … did you take your meds yet?” Y/N purposely ignored Yunho’s presence, checking for her grand mother’s pill container to double check.

“Of course I did – Yunho brought my favorite pastries for breakfast, isn’t he a sweetheart?” She couldn’t blame her grandmother, not even when she reached for Yunho’s face, pinching his cheek like he was some good puppy playing fetch with her. Still, she couldn’t find the strength to play pretend, especially without her morning coffee.

Yunho watched as Y/N kept ignoring him, his rounded eyes desperately looking for her attention behind his glasses. If anything, he looked like the perfect boyfriend with his nice polo shirt and his perfectly tamed hair. A man she knew Joan was secretly hoping her granddaughter would eventually marry, regardless of her unwillingness to be wed.

Without a clue what to answer, Y/N gave her grandmother a quick nod as she escaped toward the kitchen, aiming directly for the coffee machine. Yunho was quick to follow her steps, excusing himself while Joan’s attention was back on her favorite morning tv show.

“So we’re not even talking now?” he dared to ask as he walked close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body behind her back.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Can’t you take a hint?” she was genuinely mad now. Mad at him for showing up and forcing his perfect boy agenda on her grandmother, mad at her for allowing him to feel comfortable to do so and for some obscure reasons, mad at Kim Hongjoong for making her feel all of this altogether.

“I came here to apologize”

The sound of the coffee machine gave Y/N some much needed break into a conversation she didn’t want to be part of, her hand clenching around her favorite mug so it wouldn’t fall off the counter from the hectic vibration of the ancient appliance she had promised herself to upgrade as soon as possible.

With barely enough money to pay rent and take care of her grandmother’s condition, Y/N was often faced with the most superficial cravings, like having a perfect espresso machine and decent coffee in the morning instead of whatever dishwater she was having now.

“So you do have something to apologize for” she scoffed, taking a painful first sip as she finally faced her friend. Yunho looked sincerely sorry, his eyebrows knitted together as he reached for her arm, hoping she wouldn’t snap again. To his own surprise, she didn’t move.

“I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was claiming you… I know you’re not mine… or anyone’s… I just freaked out” he paused, reminiscing the events as he recalled Hongjoong’s words and the way his eyes were glued to his favorite girl’s every feature. “I’m just scared he might hurt you… Hongjoong is a scary man with power, god knows what he could—”

“I am not a child, for fuck’s sake! I can defend myself. It’s not your place to protect me!”

Her mug was back on the counter, almost breaking from being smashed against the surface as she felt anger boiling inside of her all over again.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know my place. What am I to you, exactly?”

Though it hurt him to even ask, Yunho couldn’t handle the uncertainty of his role into her life. Still, when he was faced with complete silence, it felt like his heart was slowly dropping into his chest, shredding into pieces.

“I see. Guess that’s my answer” he added, mostly nodding to himself as he pushed himself off the counter, reaching for her face to palm her cheek tenderly “just be careful alright? If I can’t protect you, no one will” he whispered, almost painfully.

Without a word, Y/N watched as he escaped the kitchen, peaking through the door to see him kiss Joan on the cheek, apologizing for leaving already with some work emergency as an excuse.

Guilt only found its way into her stomach as the front door closed behind Yunho.

“What’s on your mind, sweet pea?”

Y/N was now sitting on the floor in front of her grand-mother’s armchair, picking at a pastry while watching a silver haired TV anchor trying to sell some miracle vacuum cleaner on the shopping channel. She didn’t know why Joan loved these programs so much, but somehow, the old woman found some thrill in dreaming about appliances she couldn’t afford. Y/N loved to think she was a hopeless dreamer while secretly hoping she would someday afford to give her grandmother the life she deserved. A beautiful house filled with all the ridiculously pricy items she saw on TV.

“Nothing, just tired” she lied while Joan brushed her fingers through her granddaughter’s hair lovingly, pulling it into a nicely tamed ponytail just like when she used to be a little girl. Sometimes Joan would act like Y/N was still a child, struggling to anchor herself into present, but Y/N loved her way too much to complain, even if it meant for her to play pretend and allow herself to be groomed.

“I really like Yunho. He’s a good man.” Joan suddenly announced, her bony fingers resting upon her granddaughter’s shoulders as she massaged her sore muscles slowly.

“He is”

There was no point denying it. Yunho was a good man by definition.

“I think he really loves you, you know?”

Again, Y/N couldn’t find a single lie within herself to deny Joan’s statement. Anyone seeing them interact could tell Yunho was madly in love with her, though he never said the words to her face. It was easy to see the signs.

“I know” she simply added, her eyes suddenly heavier as her lack of sleep finally fought back. Within a few minutes, Y/N was curling up against her grandmother’s leg, her cheek resting above her lap as she fell back asleep under Joan’s sweet embrace.

Hongjoong only left his place at dusk, escaping his building only to disappear into a black, sedan car with tinted windows. Streets had been emptied earlier in the evening when a storm had wrapped the city into a gloomy atmosphere no one seemed to be equipped for. Sitting in the front behind the wheel, San turned the engine off as soon as his best-friend sat beside him on the passenger seat.

“Found anything?” Hongjoong asked before he even greeted his friend, stone cold as ever.

“Well—her name’s Y/N, she lives in the slum part of town… From what I get she’s her grandmother’s caretaker… Not much about the rest of her family so far… Got her address, phone number…”

Hongjoong welcomed every information with a simple nod while San scrolled through a couple pictures on his phone, mostly from her neighborhood.

“Anything else?” he finally dared to ask, knowing his friend enough to realize he was definitely hiding the key part of his investigation.

“You’re not gonna like it, man…” San sighed, his thumb scrolling to the next picture and zooming in so his boss could see a clearer version of Yunho escaping Y/N’s building first thing in the morning—and though Hongjoong remained silent, the way his jaw instantly clenched at the sight of him was enough of a sign to let his friend know about his next move.

“How long was he in there?” he finally asked, eyes filled with nothing but rage.

“Couple hours, I’d say two for the most—enough for a good fuck, if you ask me”

“No one fucking asked you” Hongjoong snapped, pulling his gaze off the phone screen to watch the storm outside the window, his fingers fiddling with his rings while figuring out a plan from the new information he had just been given.

“Well that’s unfortunate” he added, recalling Yunho’s faithful behavior through the years and how he had proven himself to be a fairly loyal and trustworthy associate. “Now we’ll have to teach him a lesson…”

“Want me to kill the guy?” San dared to ask like it was the only option left. Merely a daily task he was used to, by now.

“Just make sure he gets the message for now” Hongjoong added, his fist making a beat against the car door as he tried his best to compose himself, images of Yunho and Y/N together filling his brain to the point he couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“And I want someone to follow her every move. I want to know where she is, who she talks to, what she eats, anything. And if Yunho shows up again, I want you to call me immediately so I can take care of him myself. Are we clear?”

“Crystal” San nodded, starting the engine again as the tension in the car kept building up.

“Where to?” the right-hand man dared to ask after a while, only to be faced with Hongjoong’s stern look, his eyebrows knitted together with a mix of concern and anger he had rarely seen on his best-friend’s face.

“You know damn right where” Hongjoong simply stated, his eyes never leaving the road as San quickly took the next turn, heading toward the club.

#newworldnet #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong #ateez

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obligatoryidolblog · 10 months

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Breakfast (Seonghwa - Ateez)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa/reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, strangers fucking, interrupted?, reader is a desperate slut and we love her for that, exhibitionism?, oral

Summary: Seonghwa is bored while visiting his parents, and goes out for a drink. What he finds at the club certainly sates his thirst.

Masterlist

He was watching you. You knew it. Working your hips harder, you slowly dragged your hair over one shoulder, baring your neck and shooting a look back at the man seated at the bar whose eyes had been glued to your ass all night. To be fair, you’d worn this tiny dress for just that reason. You were young, single, and above all else, frustrated. After your last ex, you’d been nearly two years without sex and you were ready to combust. There was only so much your fingers could do for you.

But when you’d tugged on your tightest dress with the shortest hemline and left the panties at home that evening before setting out, never had you expected to catch the eye of a specimen like the one who was currently blushing as you ran your hands up your torso, writhing to the music. His messy hair and baggy clothes indicated that this angel-faced man had come to just relax, not to try to hook up. And yet. Here you were, horny and doing your best to get him to pull his cute ass off that bar stool and bring his body to you.

Sadly, he seemed content to sit there in his stupidly cute hoodie and those goddamn gray sweatpants, shifting to hide the very clear imprint of his dick as he just… watched. You were fine with putting on a show, so long as he was willing to actually participate in the fucking encore. You watched him lift the cup in his hand to his lips as he leaned back and the impressive bulge in his sweatpants broke your rhythm.

Fuck it.

You were going to have to make the move on this damned man before he had you dripping down your own thighs in the middle of the dance floor.

***

Seonghwa nearly choked on his drink as the woman he’d been watching all night stopped dancing mid-song, her eyes glued to his, and began to approach. Setting the glass down on the bar behind him, he straightened up, wincing slightly as his half-hard cock chafed against his thigh at the motion. His eyes followed her all the way to his side, where she leaned against the bar and dragged her eyes from the toe of his shoes up to his eyes. Never had he felt so eye-fucked and holy shit did he love it.

“Hi,” she said with a cheeky smile, and Seonghwa swallowed hard as she leaned in, propping her elbow on the bar and laying her chin in her palm with a teasing smile, adding, “Do you not dance?”

He tried his damnedest not to look down at the cleavage she had just placed so perfectly on display for him, and cleared his throat and choked out, “I dance. Just not tonight.”

Her eyebrow lifted and Seonghwa gathered his wits. Clearly, she was flirting. And holy fuck did he want to reciprocate without sounding like a moron.

So he hitched on his best teasing smile and went on, “I mean, I couldn’t compete with you out there. What’s the point when I could just watch you?”

Her smile curled into a satisfied smirk, and Seonghwa felt that unspoken click in that moment. He was going to fuck this woman and he thanked whatever good karma had led him to venture out that night. If he’d stayed at his family home alone as he had for so long, he would’ve missed out on… this. And lord help him did he need to get his dick wet after spending a month with his parents.

She leaned closer, flicking the strands of his hair hanging over his brow with the tip of her finger, giving him a look of open invitation as she asked playfully, “Oh, but why watch when you could touch?”

Yep. Seonghwa had been blessed.

***

Your back hit the sticky wall of the hallway to the club’s bathroom, your hands tangled in Seonghwa’s hair as your lips devoured his. His tongue tangled with yours as his body flattened against yours. Wrapping a leg around his hips, you strained to pull his hips tighter to your core, his tall frame overwhelming you. One of his hands slammed to the wall by your head, the other gripping the thigh around his hips, sliding up slowly. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers discovered your bare ass.

Pulling back, he looked down at you, panting as you gave him a teasing grin and then slid your skirt up, showing him that you wore nothing under it. His eyes fell shut and he let out a groan that turned into a growl as he pulled you into a much more rough kiss, the fingers on your ass slipping closer to your core, finding the wet proof of your want for him making your inner thighs sticky. He trailed his fingers over your folds, and you shuddered against him, more of your juices sliding from you at the mere brush of his fingers.

Breathing hard, he pulled his lips away, taking his now damp fingers to his lips and tasting them. You shivered at the sight and at the sensation of a bead of your wetness sliding down your thigh in response.

“Come back to my place?”

You answered him by grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the door, moaning at the slip of your wet thighs against each other as you hoped he lived close.

***

Seonghwa had so many things to be thankful for. First, his family home was just up the block from this particular bar, which is why he had ended up there. Second, that he had been bored and lonely enough to go to that bar tonight. And third, that his father had a work function out of town, and his parents weren’t due home for another day. He thanked every known deity for these blessings as he tugged the hottest woman he had laid eyes on in a long ass time behind him, his hard cock leading him home to his childhood bed like the needle of a compass.

He quickly unlocked the door as the woman slid a hand down the front of his sweatpants, gripping his shaft, nearly making him drop the keys. Swinging the door open quickly, he swung her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as her hands circled his neck and their lips found each other again. He kicked the door shut, kissing her feverishly as he made his way to his bedroom.

Shoving that door shut as well, he pressed her back against it, pressing his hips up against the crux of her thighs, devouring her sounds of pleasure as he rutted against her. Feral, he growled into the kiss as she took a fistful of his hair, tugging. Turning, his dick throbbing with the need to sink into her wet heat, he dropped her to the bed, his eyes roving over her form as the tiny skirt of her dress rode up, baring her to him as she let her legs fall open, tracing a finger over herself as he ripped off his hoodie and shirt.

She giggled teasingly as he froze, watching her slide her fingers through her wet folds, circling her clit, arching her back and biting her lip as she put on yet another show for him. His cock throbbed as he simply stared, then he broke free of her spell and dove in, his hands falling to her inner thighs, pressing them open as his mouth hungrily met her opening, tongue and lips immediately going to work. Feeling her fingers grip his hair once more, he fucked his tongue into her, growling at the taste and the sensation of her tugging at his locks, something he never before knew he liked, but goddamn did he like it.

Sliding his tongue deep into her, he licked out as much of her juices as he could, like the proverbial man dying of thirst, then moved to draw her clit between his lips, working his mouth across her folds feverishly. Her thighs were trembling under his palms, and he felt her tensing, and pulled his face away.

She huffed out a frustrated groan at the loss of her impending orgasm, but he made it up to her, tugging her up and encircling her in his arms, kissing her, giving her a taste of herself as he unzipped her dress and nearly shredded the skintight material in his fervor to drag it off of her. Shoving down his sweatpants and underwear, he kicked them away and pressed her back to his bed, positioning himself over her. Meeting her eyes for a moment, he took in her beauty. How the fuck had he scored someone like this?

Groaning, he felt her cant her hips up, chasing after the tip of his weeping cock, which had been brushing at her wet opening. Diving his head in, he laved a tongue over one of her nipples, sucking the peak between his lips and worrying it with his teeth as he gripped the base of his dick and aimed it for her core. Sliding in, they both moaned heatedly. The grip of her engulfing him, the slip of her wetness, the way she squeezed tight around his pulsating cock… all of it had his head swimming.

As he bottomed out, he raised his head, finding her head thrown back beneath him, flushed face already fucked out. He trailed kisses up her neck, pressing as deep as he could, digging his hips into hers and found her ear, tracing the shell with his tongue.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he whispered in a growl into her ear before drawing his hips back and snapping them violently into her.

***

You cried out at his words and the proof his punishing thrusts gave them, the sensation of his thick, veiny cock slamming into you turning you into a writhing mess, sobbing out pleas for more, of what you weren’t even sure. More of his cock, more of the filthy words in his smooth voice, more of his lips burning a path over your skin. More of all of him doing just what he said he was going to do: ruining you.

Just as you felt yourself tightening down around him, orgasm drawing near, you caught the sound of a door shutting through your scattered senses. A voice called out Seonghwa’s name, and you both froze.

His cock still deep inside you, he looked down at you with panic. Heart speeding, you had a moment of pure terror. Was this a girlfriend, wife, whatever? Were you about to have to run for your life from a cheating scumbag and his scorned lover?

“Mom? What are you doing home?” his wavering voice called out, the fear in his eyes telling you to remain quiet as the realization and relief washed over you.

His mom. He lived with his mom. And she was about to walk in on him fucking the brains out of you. A giggle tried to bubble up at the absurdity of the situation, when you felt your earlier teasing side emerge again. As she called back that she had felt sick and thus had come home early, you clenched around him, shifting your hips to slide him in and out of you again.

Choking, he looked down at you in shock, calling back in a distracted tone that he would see her in the morning and that he hoped she felt better. You licked your lips playfully, moving your hands to card your fingers through his hair, giving it a hard pull, causing his eyes to drop closed again.

“What are you doing to me?” he murmured against your neck as he dropped his head, nuzzling a muffled moan into your hair, drawing his hips back and sliding slowly back into you.

In answer, you dragged him by the hair into a harsh kiss, then pulled away to look up into his eyes, meeting his slower but no less deep thrusts as you replied, “I’m letting you ruin me. Just quietly this time.”

***

Seonghwa bit his lip to hold back a curse as she tightened around him at her whispered words. Throwing his head back, he held his breath, thrusting as hard as he could without making the bed frame hit the wall. The knowledge that his mother was down the hall kept him silent, but didn’t deter him from reaching for the orgasm that he had been on the precipice of only a few minutes ago.

Working himself deep into the woman below him again, he rolled his hips, rutting deep into her, trying to find her spot, needing to get her back on the edge too. A gasp sounded from her as the head of his leaking cock found that specific spot within her, and he clamped a hand over her mouth as he drew his hips back and set a hard pace into that same spot. She writhed under him, her slick body sliding against his as he hit into her just right, and cries were barely muffled by his hand. He bit into the flesh of her shoulder as his own moans tried to grow louder at the tightening of her around him.

Her body gave a great shudder and she clamped down, making it almost impossible for him to draw back as she arched below him, the bed shuddering and her cries not nearly as quieted by his hand as he would like but he couldn’t focus on shutting her up when the rush of her juices and the clenching of her orgasm threw him over the edge into his own. He slammed hard into her, the bed creaking with his jerky thrusts as he moaned into her shoulder, his cock jerking within her fluttering sheath, filling her with hot floods of cum as her fingernails dragged down his back.

When his head cleared, he found himself draped across her heaving chest, his softening cock still inside her. He turned bleary eyes up to find her cheeks flushed, eyes shut as she struggled to regain her breath. A satisfied grin slowly spread across her face, and he felt a giggle bubble up.

“Oops,” she murmured, lifting a tired eyelid to smile at him, “Sorry, I couldn’t be quiet.”

Chuckling and nuzzling into the skin of her neck, he replied softly, “Me either.”

Pulling out of her with a groan, he rolled to his back, pulling her close and feeling extreme relief when she snuggled against him instead of wanting to leave, he added with a sleepy giggle, “Breakfast should be nice and awkward.”

#ateez smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez fic #seonghwa fic #park seonghwa fic #my writing #under 50 notes #another flop lmao #this flop still doesn’t hurt as much as pilgrimage

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ncteez · 6 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8DvpUrw/

oh he wants me BAD. hon it’s vids like these that makes me thing mark would fake the whole loser act, not in weird way but just so you can be surprised when he has your ankles by your ears.

anyways, I’ve missed you so much 🥺 I wish I had more time to post in your ask box but holiday season is coming and work has been kicking my ass. but good news!! Found out one of my coworkers likes ateez and 127 so now I have someone to go to a concert and actually enjoy it with instead of forcing my bestie who doesn’t care for kpop LMFAO

congrats on your art show honny bunny 🥹🫶 ily

-🥀

[mark told me this is for my eyes only]

i have....a whole bank full of mark lee thirst traps that remind me he isn't such a loser tbh. I mean, im always gonna write him as a loser bc it's what I crave but goddamn. Faking the loser act is such a great idea you should let me jot that down in my notes, pls?

like, imagine him ofc being top student on campus, bout to graduate, rarely shows at parties, never talks to girls, is actually really bad at talking to girls, but man, he's not bad at fucking them somehow. actually the only other thing in his life aside from his academics that he's confident about......it's gotta be his head game and his fuck game.

good lord okay, anyway

i've missed you too ;o; we both have been a bit absent though so you haven't missed out on much! Im really glad you found a friend to go see my husbands with! Make sure you both keep your damn eyes to yourself tho bc ur gonna hear me coming full force if u dont /hj

ILY, I MISS U

#🥀 anon #thank u for the lil art show comment too #id die for u #[mail]#[m]#[mark]

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beautifulpersonpeach · 7 months

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OMG thank you Bpp!

Idk where Hybe is finding these boys but the visuals in BND are INSANE.

Bpp, thank you for blessing my life by telling me about this group. The last few days I've been getting super into them and it's giving me the experience of stanning a crazy talented group with a small fanbase. It's been a trip experiencing doing fun small fandom things yk before the group becomes too popular and the crazies enter the fandom and destroy it. I already think of myself as a stan. The only problem is there's nowhere to talk about them cos their fandom is so small. So please allow me Bpp, indulge me, more BND posts. More New Jeans posts as well. I don't have a specific question but I'm stuck on BND visuals so do you have any views on it?

My view: Their visuals tho >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

***

This is a pretty elaborate way of asking me to post thirst pics of BND.

That's what you want, right Anon?

I'm not judging. I like that you like them. I think Boy Next Door has got some of the best visuals in all of 4th gen. NewJeans too. And I'd be happy to post a few shots I like. But that ask... lol.

Anyway, getting into it:

Myung Jaehyun would've been painfully hot for 16 year old me.

(unmute)

The reason it's hot is because this clip perfectly captures the vibe of the music in their EP, it captures the feel of Jaehyun's vocals on But Sometimes, Crying, One and Only, and ABCD Love. Down to the adlibs. Like, if the point of the clip was to show what he is on Why, it did the job.

I've seen people say he looks like Jungkook. I can see the resemblance but he also looks a tiny bit like HongJoong from Ateez to me. It feels like he's got the same crazy joker energy that he keeps in check for the most part. But overall he's cute. He's very much like Jungkook in that way.

(Jaehyun is the leader of the group, rapper, dancer and vocalist)

And then there's "Giant Mountain" Taesan.

His visuals are actually ridiculous.

Like, it actually bothers me.

I feel like if I was a teenager I'd be going bananas for their whole teen throb aesthetic. I have to give them props cause they convincingly pull it off.

Taesan is a rapper, dancer, and vocalist in the group.

(Watching his dynamic with Jaehyun is the sweetest thing)

I'll post about Woonhak, Leehan, Sungho, and sassy Riwoo later if you'd like me to continue these sorts of posts. Rather than just post only their pictures, I want to have more to say about them, but I'm still only just learning about BND so this could take some time.

#boynextdoor #bnd #koz entertainment #taesan #jaehyun #myung jaehyun #hybe #kpop #kpop music

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thesafecafe · 2 years

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Can you write a threesome of San and Yunho in a semi public place?

Midnight Snack

Word count: uhhh?

Smut under the cut, threesome, reader has big tiddies, lots of thirst lmao, pwp mostly, fem reader, 18+, minors dni, semi public sex, slight teasing, pet-names, hickies, sir kink, soft dom!Yunho, soft dom!San, condoms (wrap it before you tap it y’all), oral (f receiving), body worship, fingering, PIV, choking, stomach bulge, hair pulling, slight degredation if you blink, heed the warnings, gif not mine, enjoy! (I am only semi-experienced in smut writing, so excuse it if it’s not good krjfnd).

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of the members of Ateez, or their behavior in any way, nor do I believe they would act this way in real life. This is simply fiction written for entertainment purposes.

It wasn’t your intention to be getting your back blown out in the middle of your shared apartment’s kitchen, but here you were, bent over the table in nothing but a pair of crotch-less underwear and a hoodie. Your roommate was asleep down the hall, tired from studying, and you could only pray she didn’t hear your midnight rendezvous through the walls. This happened due to a failed vibrator, a stressful day, and giving into your friend’s crazy suggestion.

“Just call the number Y/N! It’s completely safe, they’re from an established medical company, they have regular screenings for employee’s health, and it’s a way to satisfy your needs without hooking up with a total stranger. They specialize in women’s sexual health.”

You’d taken their advice, and now, as you felt a large hand slide up your leg, you were secretly grateful that they had introduced you to it. You now had two gorgeous men in your kitchen, ready to help you out. “Remember our safety system love?” The shorter one, a man with jet black hair, looked at you softly, tilting his head. He was so beautiful, you forgot to answer until a voice from behind you shook you out of your trance.

“San, we made her repeat it to us about 20 times in the past 15 minutes, I’m sure she knows it. Right sweetheart?” The taller one, Yunho, whispered the last part in your hair, You shivered, nodding at the blonde. “It’s green, yellow, and red.” Yunho nodded approvingly, removing his suit jacket. “Good girl. Now, this will work, just like we talked about it. San’s going to take first watch, while I help you get ready to relax, okay princess?” “Yes sir.” “Alright, let’s begin. Positions everyone!”

Yunho started the session, turning you around to give you a kiss on the lips. It started out chaste enough, but as it progressed, his tongue slowly made it’s way into your mouth. You moaned at the contact, letting him explore your mouth as his hands slid under your hoodie to rest on your hips. His fingers brushed gentle circles across your skin as he kissed you, causing you to warm up in the night air of the kitchen. Breaking away for air, Yunho placed his lips along your neck, leaving small, wet kisses on your throat.

You moaned when he found that special spot on your neck, and he took note of your reaction. He elicited more moans from you as he payed special attention to that spot, “Can I mark you here sweetheart?” His voice had taken a more serious tone, dropping a few octaves deeper. It sent heat rushing to your core. “Yes sir.” He goes to work, leaving a patchwork of purple and red love bites across your skin. His hands trailed upwards, cupping your breasts. He found them to be larger than they looked, but they still fit perfectly in his hands. He massaged them for a bit, before tugging on your hoodie. “Lift it up a little baby. I wanna see you.” You did as he said, raising your hoodie just above your chest, allowing them to have a clear view of your breasts.

San whistled, causing another rush of heat to embrace your skin. “Fuck, you have such nice tits princess. Were you gonna hide these all night?” Yunho asks, hands coming up to squeeze them again. Yunho bent himself until he was level with your breasts, and darted out his tongue to swirl around both of your nipples. You moaned as he kept his attention on your chest. “As much as I would love to keep touching these amazing tits babe, there’s something I’d like to taste a lot more.” His voice vibrated against your chest, as his hand slid lower, reaching between your thighs. His hand brushed past the fabric of your crotch less panties, fingers dipping further into your slit as he moved them back and forth. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, and onto his hand.

“Please, I need more.” You hadn’t intended to sound so desperate, but you had waited too long to be toyed with. Yunho smiled at your pleading, and dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pulled your panties off with ease, smirking when they landed with an audible plop noise ringing in the kitchen. He put your left leg on his shoulder, and your hands in his hair. “Hang on tight sweetheart.” He leaned in, spreading apart your lips, and licking up from your entrance to your clit. He moved his tongue with controlled precision, dipping it inside of you and collecting your taste on his tongue. You gripped his hair, your pleasure heightened at the feeling of his tongue dragging against your walls. His nose brushed your clit, and you moaned, tugging him closer. Yunho twisted his head so that his nose kept a steady rhythm on your clit for a moment, before moving away.

You felt his tongue move back to your clit, like warm velvet adding pleasure to your senses. You felt yourself about to come undone when he brought two fingers past your lips, and slid them into your entrance. His fingers driving into you, along with his attention to your clit had you releasing for the first time that night. Yunho opened his mouth, catching most of it on his tongue. His mouth glistened with the aftermath of your release. “Good job princess. San, it’s your turn.” Yunho stood to give you one final kiss, his lips fresh with the taste of your arousal. San strolled over, a gentle grin on his face. “Having fun so far love? Are we feeling okay?” He caressed your cheek as you nodded. “I feel amazing, We can keep going.”

San directed you to bend over the table for the next portion of your evening. You heard him rip open plastic, most likely a condom wrapper, before you heard his pants unzip. You looked back and caught yourself nearly drooling as you watched him put the condom over himself. "My eyes are up here, love." You turned red, he wasn't even looking at you and caught you staring. San finished putting on the condom, and walked closer to you, placing his hands on your hips. "Hands the table, and hold on tight, got it?" You nodded, following his instructions. His hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing past your lips before finding your entrance. He slid two fingers down, spreading your lips and lining himself up with you, before gently sliding himself into your waiting heat. You gasped a little, not expecting the sudden stretch. Your walls pulsated against him, taking him in. You felt him stop, allowing you time to adjust for a moment.

"Ready?” You nodded, giving him the go ahead. San started moving, slowly dragging himself along your walls, before drilling into you faster. You cried out at the change of pace. He was reaching deeper than you could with your personal dildo. “You take me so well princess.” San growled in your ear, his thrusts becoming merciless. He shifted, lifting your leg in the air, before continuing to fuck into you deeper. Your eyes closed for a moment, reveling in the pleasure you felt. You felt something poking your cervix though, and when you looked down, you couldn’t help the sounds you made. As San continued to pleasure your body, you could see the imprint of him in your stomach. That alone had you spiraling. San pulled your hair, groaning at the feel of you clenching around him. He could tell you were close, but so was he, and he’d need help getting you off before him.

“Yunho, you think you could help us out here bud?” San panted, looking over at the taller man. Yunho smirked, walking over to the both of you. You felt his long fingers drawing circles on your clit, as he leaned down to whisper in your ear “Be a good girl and cum for us again. You can do that for us, can’t you baby?” You whined, the feeling of San inside you and Yunho’s hands becoming too much to bear. “Such a pathetic little baby, she has to wait until we tell her she’s allowed. Such a weak, pathetic baby.” San’s degrading words had you seeing stars as your second high washed over you. San stilled, spilling his load into the condom, hissing as you tightened around him.

Yunho towered over the both of you, a smile gracing his lips. “I hope you’re not tired princess. We have a long rest of the night ahead of us.”

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