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|Vampire!Bang Chan x Human!Male!Reader|

•Fluff&Angst•

Word count; 9.1k words.

A Thousand Years songfic.

Living in the 1800s wasn't exactly easy. With barely running water and no sources of heat, everyday life became tedious and dreadful, the long hours spent working under the scorching sun of summer caused many people to have heatstrokes, passing out from the heat. The lack of strength in their bodies, having problems remembering stuff, lack of motor control, all of that were signs of dehydration, and working such an arduous work for over twelve hours sometimes just wasn't enough to get enough water and food to survive the night.

(M/n) was one of those people, always humble and noble, and commonly known as the black sheep of his family, all because he'd rather give to those in need than take from those who struggle with their everyday lives. (M/n) wasn't exactly part of any loyal family, but they were of high status, and he didn't want anything to do with the rest of his family, always looking at others from above, with haughty looks on their faces. (M/n) was more than happy living away from them, and even if he may be struggling with food and water, he was still living life the way he found most comfortable.

However, one day, his parents dragged him out of his small hut, and forced him to clean up, told him to get dressed up, and soon, they hopped on the carriage, and the whole way to wherever they were going was completely silent. (M/n) observed outside, making eye contact with all those people he once helped, the gratitude in their eyes now replaced with disgust, turning away to avoid eye contact with him.

Well, a wolf could never become a sheep after all.

He sighed and zoned out the rest of the ride, only snapping back when his father was helping his mother get out from the carriage, and he followed closely behind her.

Now he realized they were standing in the small villa surrounding the castle, only prestigious people in sight, people who had water, food, and plenty of heat sources around, and yet, they couldn't spare anything for the people dying in the suburbs, it made him mad, the frown on his face visible to anyone that tried to make small talk with him or even just look at him. (M/n) didn't want to be there, he still had stuff to do and yet, here he is, attending the royal ball unwillingly.

He did his best to ignore the people surrounding him and his parents, not really in the mood to listen to their arrogant, stuck-up personalities and lives of luxury. Even a man as educated and well-behaved as (M/n) felt the urge to punch them in their stupid faces every time they opened their mouths to talk about stuff no one really cared about.

Entering the castle with all the people of the villa, (M/n) cringed at the gold decorations around the salon, the big round tables filled with all sorts of food he could only dream of, and he felt sick at the sight of these people living as they were the only ones worth living. (M/n) couldn't take it, and right before his mother called him to introduce him to another rich family, he walked out the back door, leading to a huge, incredibly beautiful garden. The stone path lead to the center of the garden, a water fountain maybe a little too big there, there were stone benches and ceramic tables placed around the fountain, perfect for having dinner outside, and everything was surrounded by a wall of vegetation, flowers growing everywhere.

He couldn't deny it, it was absolutely wonderful, almost like a scene from a fairytale book.

(M/n) walked closer to the fountain and just stood there, feeling the subtle splashes of the cool water on the skin of his hands and face, a few small drops landing on his clothes. His mind wandered, asking himself how nice it would be if everyone in the world could be equals, no one better than the other, everyone holding the same weight and worth...

His internal existential crisis was interrupted by a chill breeze that almost knocked his tophat off his head, and he glanced to the side, seeing a blond male with curly hair standing next to him.

His stoic expression accentuated his sharp features, his black suit perfectly embracing his muscular body, not a single sign of dust on him, he was absolutely gorgeous, but the way he stood with his back straight was enough indicator for (M/n) to know that this male next to him belonged in royalty.

In fact, he's the eldest son of the Bahng Family, Prince Christopher, the next heir to occupy his father's throne.

Awkwardly, (M/n) looked away from him, internally hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear his erratic heart, relentlessly pounding against his chest. His body's reaction to being right next to an attractive man made (M/n) remember why he is the black sheep in his family.

His parents had been hoping to have a son, who would marry a beautiful young lady and give them grandchildren to continue their bloodline, but after giving birth to three daughters they deemed useless, he was born.

Only, he is not interested in dating, marriage, or having kids. Specifically, he's not interested in women. But if anyone found out-

"Do you dislike these events as well?" The voice of the Prince snapped him out of his thoughts, turning his head back to look at him, flinching when he made eye contact with his warm brown eyes, even though they seemed to lack the bright shine of life.

"Well... yes, I will rather be in the suburbs helping people who struggle every day," he answered honestly, and he noticed how that seemed to get the Prince's attention.

"The suburbs? I've never gone there," (M/n) chuckled and reached up to take his tophat off, tired of the annoying weight on his head.

"I'm not surprised, living in this kind of place, you're not missing much, Prince," out of the corner of his eye, (M/n) realized Christopher had turned to look at him, and he glanced at him, their heights awfully similar, but (M/n) had to look slightly down.

"Well, if you allow me, I would like to see the suburbs someday," showing the Prince a small smile, (M/n) nodded.

"Any time you want, Prince Christopher."

Both males stayed there, just talking about trivial stuff, and things they disliked about their lives. Apparently, Christopher's parents weren't as tough and strict with him, allowing him to live his life until he had to take the throne, and his father was plenty healthy, so they were sure he was gonna be King for a long time.

Not only that, but every member of the Bahng Family gave away old clothing to people in the suburbs, once a week sending carriages to give away food and water to as many people as they could. (M/n) now realized who did all of that, and he was even more grateful that, even though they were royalty, they remained humble.

Such a great family.

(M/n) was having a good time spending his time with Christopher, talking with him as if they've known each other their whole lives, but his father's voice reached his ears, and as he turned around, he saw his parents standing by the door, looking at him with a serious look on their faces, of course, their frowns disappeared as soon as they realized who the male standing next to him was.

"Oh, Prince Christoper," (M/n)'s father took his hat off and bowed at the male while his mother lifted her skirt enough to bend her knees and bow her head.

Just then he realized he didn't greet the Prince accordingly, but that was the past now.

"Mr. and Mrs. (L/n), nice to meet you both," he walked closer and offered his hand to (M/n)'s father, shaking his hand with a strong grip that scared the older man, after that, Christopher reached his hand to his mother, gently holding her gloved hand and kissing the back of her hand, "Is there anything you need?"

(M/n) saw how his parents snapped back from the trance they were in due to Christopher's amazingly good looks, they looked at each other, silently asking each other who should talk, but ultimately his father decided to speak up.

"There's someone who wants to meet you, son," he looked at (M/n), who frowned as he could already guess what his father was trying to do.

He still believed his son was in a "rebellious phase" just because he didn't see the appeal in getting married and having kids, stubbornly trying to make his only son marry the daughter of a big family, close to royalty even.

"I'm not interested, father," the man clenched his jaw at having his words denied by his son as if they didn't mean they could have even more riches with this arranged marriage. However, the man decided he will have a talk with his son later and after bowing to Prince Christopher again, they walked back inside.

"Does this happens often?" (M/n) sighed and nodded, walking over to the nearest stone bench, just now realizing they had been standing the whole time they talked.

"I think getting married to someone you don't love is wrong, and growing up in this family made me realize that I just don't care about getting married," he said once both of them were sitting down, "My parent's marriage was also arranged, they don't love each other, they love being superior to everyone else."

Without knowing what to say, Christopher silently looked at the male next to him.

He could almost feel his stone-cold heart beating again, bringing a feeling of being alive to his immortal body, incapable of feeling his warm blood surging through his veins. None of that was part of him anymore, and it's been so long since he last felt alive.

But this male next to him seemed to have ignited something in him that he's never felt before.

Love.

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After that first time they met at the castle, (M/n) hasn't been able to stop thinking about Prince Christopher, even so, he couldn't just show up at the castle uninvited so he just stayed in his hut, helping people around whenever he could. And particularly today, (M/n) has been feeling really stressed, his father kept insisting on having him meet this girl but he kept refusing, putting up excuses he came up with on the spot, and those moments made him crave wanting to see Christopher again.

He was picking up boxes filled with fruits and vegetables from the floor when he heard the familiar sound of horseshoes on the pavement, and squinting because of the sun, he saw the carriage stop while a few men hoped down, boxes filled with different sorts of provisions in their hands as they approached people near their houses. It was at that moment when the man holding the rope around the horses' snout beckoned him closer.

(M/n) placed the box back down and dusted his hands on his dirty clothes, not really doing much apart from making the dirty fly up. The man grabbed an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and reached his hand out for (M/n) to take it. Frowning with confusion, (M/n) grabbed it and turned it around.

His eyes widened when he saw the embroidery of the seal. The Bahng Family's embroidery. And in neat calligraphy, the name Christopher Bahng caught his attention.

He looked up at the man again, and he smiled at him, "Thank you, sir," he smiled back with a small bow of his head and the carriage started moving again once the men hopped back in.

Turning around, (M/n) walked back into his hut and sat down on the worn couch in his living room, gently opening the envelope and taking out the letter inside.

He gently touched the letter before he started reading it. Christopher told him, with eloquence, that he had been wanting to meet with him again, and for longer this time. He explained how he had fun that day at the castle, even if their conversation was nothing but trivial, and he wrote about how much he wanted to become closer to him. (M/n) smiled at that, and he soon reached the end of the letter, making him freak out for a moment.

It was still early in the morning and he had so much work to do, but Christopher said he'll be taking the carriage to the suburbs to meet up with him. He didn't say anything about going out to do something in specific together, but he was covered in dust and dirt from head to toe, he couldn't possibly meet with a Prince looking like that, but feigning appearances wasn't something that (M/n) was fond of.

If Christopher was genuine about them wanting to be close, then he wouldn't care about his dirty, tattered clothing, his messy hair, and disheveled appearance, he rarely looked as well put together as he did at the castle, and with that in mind, he got to work again, deciding on taking an earlier break to try and freshen up a bit, wash the dirt off his face and hands along with changing into more clean clothes, just as tattered and parched up as the previous ones, but not as dirty.

And now, sitting outside of his hut, he saw the same man on the horse he saw earlier in the morning, only this carriage wasn't like the previous one, this was clearly for only people, not as fancy and shiny as it'll usually be, and the moment Christopher got off, gasps were heard from the people surrounding them.

"Is that Prince Christopher?!" The blond male turned towards the group of women in their mid-thirties that had come together in a circle, observing the male in awe. Christopher showed them his big, bright smile, the sight of his dimples making the ladies fawn at his attractive features.

(M/n) just observed with amusement from where he was still sitting.

"You'll make everyone fall in love with you if you keep smiling like that, Christopher," (M/n) said with a teasing smile, and the blond male looked down at him, a smug expression on his face.

"If that includes you, I might consider having a permanent smile on my face then," (M/n) felt his face heat up at the subtle insinuation, wondering how he could openly joke about something like that with another man. So deciding to just ignore his comment, (M/n) stood up and dusted his pants a bit, standing in front of the Prince.

"Well, what do you wanna do?"

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Their day was spent in quite a unique way, at least for Christopher. He helped (M/n) with his work, talked to quite some people openly as if he wasn't a Prince, got to know more of the suburbs, and most importantly, he learned a lot of things about (M/n).

He already knew the male was pretty much harmless and humble, but when it came to rich people treating others with contempt he could not let that slide. That kind side of him was what caught Christopher's attention, especially since he knew the (L/n) Family was quite wealthy, however, he was glad that the male was more human than a lot of people he's met for the past years.

From then on, he kept visiting the small town in the suburbs where (M/n) lived, joining him in helping others that needed him the most, his still heart seemingly feeling warm again, the ghost feeling of his heart beating always catching him off-guard.

He couldn't and wouldn't deny it, Prince Christopher may have fallen in love with (M/n), feeling alive again every time he saw his wide smile or heard his cheerful laugh. He was well aware of how society would look at him, how he would be treated just for being in love with another man, but he couldn't be bothered to care about any consequences.

His family accepted him just the way he is, and he had a hunch that (M/n) might also like him, his lingering touches on his arm whenever he helped him with work, or the longing looks in his eyes when he thought he didn't notice.

And yeah, he was absolutely correct. (M/n) found himself daydreaming more often than not, spacing out the moment he remembered Christopher's voice, his body shivering whenever he remembered his touch on his skin, and his heart pounding in his ears as he could almost hear the sound of his boisterous laugh. He might be scared, but he was more in love with Christopher than scared of the people in the town or even the villa surrounding the castle.

If nothing worked out as he hoped, (M/n) would have to do one of two things; leave town and never come back, or get married and have a "normal" life with a wife and kids, he didn't want to do any of the those, but he couldn't hold back anymore, not having Christopher was slowly eating him away. And like that, feeling determined, he waited for him outside of his hut yet again, this time more dressed up than usual, he had finished all his work the night before and early in the morning, so he had the rest of the evening free and he used it to get ready, gathering enough confidence and looking as nice and put together as he could with what he already had.

Hearing the horseshoes nearing his house, he looked up and bit his lip at the sight of the carriage. He glanced at the basket on top of the tree trunk he used as a table near the front door and he grabbed it, wiping his sweaty hand on his pants as he watched Christopher getting off the carriage.

They watched as it left, before looking at each other and showing soft smiles at the other.

"Well, what do you have to do today?" The blond rubbed his hands together in excitement making (M/n) chuckle, but he reached his hand out for the Prince to grab.

"I finished all my duties of the day just so we could do something else, Chris," gulping nervously, (M/n) observed how Christopher's eyes seemed to shine with adoration, gently placing his hand on his and letting himself be led away from the hut, further into the woods behind it.

They walked in complete silence for a few minutes, soon reaching the clear (M/n) had found the first night he reached the suburbs, the first time he ran away from his house after a fight with his parents.

"Alright, wait here, Chris," smiling softly at (M/n), Chris stood by a three, closely observing how the (h/c) haired male took out a cloth from on top of the basket and placed it down on the short grass. After setting everything for the little picnic (M/n) made, he stood up from his crouching position and walked over to Chris, holding his hand out again, waiting for the Prince to take it.

Observing (M/n) with adoration and love, Christopher held his hand, letting the male guide him to the picnic he set up in front of him and they sat down on the cloth.

The first hour went by with some idle chat, them talking about the week they had and funny memories they may have got since they last saw each other, and like that, the sun rays started hiding behind the tall trees surrounding them, making it seem like it was getting later than it actually was, and thanks to his good orientation, (M/n) was aware that the time barely reached 5 pm, so they could be out for a while longer, eating the remaining fruit in the basket before Christopher had to leave back to the castle.

Well... is now or never, taking a deep breath, (M/n) opened and closed his fists, feeling his palms clammy due to the sweat, clearing his throat, he looked up at the blond, who had just finished eating the last strawberry, "Christopher," he freaked out slightly at the trembling sound of his voice, but the warm look Chris sent him was enough to make him feel relaxed and at ease, "There's something I need to tell you."

Slowly licking his lips, Chris felt a little bit nervous, wondering what (M/n) might want to tell him. If it wasn't because something prevented him, he would've read his mind... well, actually no, he wouldn't have, he respects (M/n) too much to do that and he kinda liked not knowing what someone was thinking for once in his life.

"What is it?" Carefully, Chris placed his hand on top of (M/n), letting him know that he could tell him anything, at any time he wanted.

(M/n) looked at their hands for a moment, before gently interviewing their fingers together, leaning slightly closer and glancing up at his brown eyes again, "I'm... I'm in love with you, Chris."

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. The silence was dreadful, and (M/n) realized he's gonna have to decide what to do from now on, without having Christopher Bahng in his life.

But the world is filled with surprises. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but this one...?

This one might be the best surprise ever.

After (M/n) had lowered his gaze, Chris' free hand reached up to sweetly cup his face, wordlessly leaning closer and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. (M/n)'s eyes opened wide for a moment, but they closed as soon as he reciprocated the kiss, his hand holding tighter onto Christopher's hand while he reached his free hand up to his neck, holding him in place while the blond's hand moved to his hair, playing with strands of his (straight/curly/wavy) (h/c) hair.

Their kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it lasted long enough to make their bodies shiver from happiness, the ghost feeling of Chris' heartbeat could almost bring a dark blush to his face, feeling incredibly happy. He never knew he could be so happy just by kissing someone.

And (M/n) felt exactly the same way.

Breaking apart from their kiss, both males looked into each other's eyes, smiling sheepishly and letting out a giddy laugh before leaning in once more, unable to keep away from the other now that they'd kissed.

_____

To society's eyes and standards, Chris and (M/n) were just friends, they spend as much time together as they could whenever the Prince would come by the suburbs to help, earning him the love and respect of the people around him. They worked well together and it was more weird seeing them apart than glued to each other nowadays. Only they knew what occurred behind closed doors.

Loving each other greatly, where no one could judge them and point accusatory fingers at them, blaming them for deviating from the rule of nature.

(M/n) has seen families torn apart after finding out their children were attracted to their same gender, poor and wealthy families alike. The suburbs and the villa were the same in that regard. But thankfully for them, the Bahng Family was overjoyed to realize their eldest son had finally found love, and they supported them in every way they could.

Even so, no one could avoid the prying eyes of people who wanted nothing more than to ruin the (L/n) Family, all because of a personal vendetta against (M/n)'s father.

And like that, the rumour of (M/n) kissing another man spread as quickly as air, even reaching the castle.

In the backyard, taking care of her flowers, Chris' mother heard the loud mouth of people from the other side of her garden, gossiping amongst themselves like it was their oxygen. And the words that reached her ears made her breath get stuck in her throat, the watering can in her hand fell to the grass as a vision plagued her mind.

She saw how (M/n)'s parents barged in through the door of his hut, yelling curses at him for letting such a meaningless rumour spread like that, his mother telling him they already had a bride ready to get married, that he didn't need to get to know her, just marry her and the rumour would dissipate with time. (M/n) seemed angry and disappointed at her words, the plan they thought of being even crueler than everything they had ever done.

They would never accept (M/n) for who he is. He realized that now and he felt like an idiot for believing he could ever live a normal life without his parents always telling him what to do and how to be. Sighing, he looked down and nodded once.

"Let me use the bathroom first, mother," huffing an annoyed 'okay' they watched how (M/n) took a couple of steps until reaching his small bathroom. He stood in front of the shattered mirror and let some tears fall down his face, before catching sight of the window behind him through the reflection.

The sight of the woods behind his hut greeted him, and he didn't think twice before climbing through the window and running away from everything.

Chris... Chris... Christopher!

"Mom?!" The woman snapped back from her vision right after hearing the heartbreaking cry of (M/n) for her son, and glancing at her side, she saw him. Chris was gently holding her shoulders, probably preventing him from falling over during her vision, "Are you okay? What did you see?"

"(M/n)... He's running away, his parents..." Trying not to freak out at his mother's words, Chris took a deep breath and lead his mother to a stone bench, helping her sit down.

"Where?" Blinking a few times, she lifted her gaze from her trembling hands and looked at her son.

"To the woods."

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Never in his life has Chris run as fast as he did at that moment.

He jumped over the walls surrounding the backyard and sprinted in the direction of the woods, knowing by memory the way to (M/n)'s hut. When he arrived he heard the boisterous screaming of his parents coming from the inside, but he picked out the scent of his partner immediately and he ran after him.

It didn't take him long to find him, he was kneeling by the edge of the lake, his body slouched as his shoulder shook, the sound of his crying made Chris frown, feeling angry at the cause of his tears but the sadness he felt at seeing him break down was greater than his anger.

"Darling," he softly called out to him, approaching him slowly. (M/n) glanced over his shoulder and let out a choked sob, turning back to the water soaking his hands and part of his clothing, before wetting his face a bit, getting rid of the tears staining his face.

"What are you doing here, Chris?" He asked with a hoarse voice, barely looking at his partner as he kneeled next to him. His cold hands rubbed his back up and down, soothing his body and mind from the stress he was feeling. A smile stretched across his face, he had gotten used to feeling Chris' cold hands on him, not really bothering to ask him why he was always so cold, after all, his cold touch felt as warm as a fire, heating him up and silently letting him know he'll always be there for him.

Internally, he was grateful that Christopher showed up, but at the same time, he felt like a burden to him. Chris could live a normal life if he hadn't fallen in love with him, and now, they could never live in peace. Not as long as the world didn't change.

"I heard..." He trailed on, unsure of how he should explain that his mother had a vision about him, that's why he's here now, but apparently, his unfinished sentence was enough for (M/n) to understand.

Scoffing a laugh, (M/n) observed his reflection in the water.

"I'm so pathetic, I should've known this was gonna happen," Chris wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s body, holding him close as the male's eyes filled with tears once more, "I'm so sorry, Chris... I put you in this situation, and now- my- my parents..." Gently holding his face in his hands, Chris dried the tears that continued to fall down his face, leaning closer to him until their foreheads were pressed together.

"This is not your fault, darling, the world is not ready to accept that one can't choose who to love, okay?" Closing his eyes, (M/n) nodded once, still unsure and doubting Chris' words, "Why don't we...?" Stroking (M/n)'s hair, Chris made the male look at him again, "Run away? Forever?"

Frowning in shock, (M/n) pulled away from Chris, who seemed heartbroken at being denied in such a way, "We can't," was all (M/n) had to say, and now it was Chris' turn to frown.

"Why not?" Standing up and walking along the waterline, (M/n) shook his head from side to side, scoffing as he imagined an impossible life with Christopher.

"You'll be losing more than I'll ever be able to achieve."

And Chris realized why (M/n) reacted like that. He was worried about him. Him being a Prince and the next one to occupy the throne, and become King, his concern made him smile, letting out a chuckle that made (M/n) mad.

"Why are you laughing now?" He asked abruptly turning around, and Chris smiled at him, walking to close the distance between them, reaching for his hands and slightly looking up at him.

"You don't need to worry about my family, or me, (M/n), I have everything I could ever ask for..." Reaching his hands up to cup the male's face in his hands, (M/n) closed his eyes, flinching at the cold against his warm skin, but still leaning against his palm, "Right here, with you."

_____

For months, (M/n) and Chris lived in a small cabin secluded in the densest part of the woods, really close to the neighboring country's frontier. Christopher took him there, explaining that he found the cabin when he was a kid and had been fixing and repairing it whenever he needed, and it's been a while since he came back to it.

They cleaned around the place as soon as they arrived, and placed some dry logs in the fireplace, having some illumination in the single big room of the cabin. They hunted some animals that were running around and roasted their meat on the fire, boiling some water from a nearby lake so they could drink it later, and with their stomachs full, they laid down on the already dusted mattress.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Chris' waist, both of them facing the fire, its bright light already dimmed down quite a bit, leaving the room lit with a warm yellow colour illuminating their features. Nuzzling the back of Chris' neck, (M/n) placed soft kisses along his smooth pale skin.

"Chris?" He asked in a whisper, soon hearing the blond humming in response, "Marry me."

Caught off-guard, Chris blinked and turned around in (M/n)'s arms, his brown eyes staring at him with a dreamy look in them, shining under the warm light of the fire.

Reaching his hand up, he sweetly stroked (M/n)'s face, his thumb slowly gracing his lips with a love-filled look, "I would absolutely love that, darling," he responded with a tender smile on his lips, revealing his charmingly adorable dimples, "But... How?"

A sad look clouded (M/n)'s (e/c) eyes, his hand going up to hold Chris' hand, keeping it on his face, and he turned his head to gently kiss his palm and that simple gesture made Chris shiver, "One day... one day we will get married, honey, I promise."

Softly pushing (M/n) on his back, Chris got on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down, joining their lips in that sweet yet passionate kiss, conveying to each other how they in love they were.

That night was filled with love and adoration, not an inch of their skins untouched, leaving marks on each other's bodies as they shared such an intimate moment together, the silent promise of belonging to the other in mind and soul sealed by the last kiss they shared before falling asleep, comfortable staying in the safety of each other hold.

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After a whole year, (M/n) and Chris had established their new life in that cabin that slowly grew in size, hoping that someday, they'll be able to form a family, but if that didn't work, the cabin may serve someone else as a home, after all, that was just a house, because their home was wherever the other went.

They were living quite an easy, enjoyable life, until (M/n) suddenly became very, very sick.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he started having a cough and some high temperature, but he claimed he was feeling alright, he's dealt with stuff like this on his own for years, and he trusted his body enough to know he'll be feeling as good as new in a couple of days.

But that didn't happen.

Two weeks after the symptoms started, he could no longer get up from the bed, his voice a mere whisper, causing him pain wherever he tried to speak, having to rely on Chris to help him drink water slowly, he has been choking on air recently, and it was safe to say the blond was extremely worried. He had tried to go back to the villa and bring over a doctor that could treat (M/n)'s illness, but he didn't like the thought of leaving (M/n) by himself while he tried to get help, even more since his family was still looking for him to get him to marry a woman.

With the state the male was in, Chris was scared, really scared, he seemed like he could die at any moment, and the thought of a life without him brought tears to his face, sleepless nights staying awake to watch over him, holding his body gently as to not hurt him or cause him pain.

And one particularly bad night, (M/n) knew. He felt his life slipping away like a breath, and after a bad coughing fit where he ended up coughing a whole lot of blood, Chris started crying at the sight of his dying partner, who just showed him his gentle smile, his eyes lacked their usual brightness, but they looked at him with all the love in the world.

(M/n) slightly raised his trembling hands, and Chris leaned closer to him, staring into his eyes while his bottom lip trembled and tears ran down his face, "I love you, Chris... never forget that, okay?" His weak voice made Chris go into denial, biting his bottom lip and shaking his head.

"No... No, I won't- I won't let you die, (M/n), I can't..." He tried blinking the tears away, his hands shaking violently as he caressed (M/n)'s face and down to his shoulders, "You can't leave me, darling... you're- you're all I have," a cascade of warm tears ran down Chris' face, dripping from his chin and wetting the skin of (M/n)'s palms, "I can... I can save you."

(M/n) tried to laugh at his words, weakly drying the tears off his cheeks, sweetly stroking his blond curls, "Is okay, honey-"

Hardly swallowing his saliva, Chris spoke with a serious voice, "I'm a vampire," he looked into (M/n)'s eyes and continued before he could say anything, "I can turn you into a vampire as well, and- and we can be together forever, (M/n)," he whispered, his voice breaking the more he talked, hating the mere of thought of having to continue living without the love of his life, however, that was gonna become his reality soon.

"Christopher is too late now..." Feeling his still heart shatter, Chris looked down, biting his lip hard to prevent his broken sobs from escaping his mouth, "We'll meet again, okay? I could never forget you, Chris," showing (M/n) a trembling smile, he leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together, "I love you, so much..."

"I love you too, (M/n)," he whispered before pressing their lips together gently, soon backing away and realizing that his partner had stopped breathing.

His eyes filled with tears again, endlessly falling down his face and he held (M/n)'s lifeless body in his arms, screaming all his pain and sorrow away.

He stayed as long as he could sitting on the wooden floor, the mattress on the floor and he cried everything out. Now, with no more tears left to shed, he felt empty. The sun coming through the blinds made him realize it was already morning, the sun rays hitting something with a reflection, the bright light making him blink rapidly as he looked away for a moment.

And he saw that (M/n)'s ring was the cause. Taking a deep breath, he reached his hand and slowly took his ring off, the embroidery on the inside reading, 'We'll last forever, (M/n) & Chris'. Pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Chris avoided crying again, and he took his necklace off, passing the silver chain through the ring, keeping it close to where his heart is, and he stood up, covering (M/n)'s body before grabbing his shovel, going to the clear where (M/n)'s confessed to him and he started digging a hole deep and big enough to bury his fiance.

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With (M/n)'s body cleaned up and well dressed, Chris placed a kiss on his forehead as he jumped down in the grave he dug, placing his body on the dirt, covering him with his favorite blanket, and he cried a few minutes more, completely silent before jumping out and burying (M/n).

He grabbed the flowers he picked up earlier, made a messy yet pretty bouquet with every single flower (M/n) liked and he placed them by the cross he made. His name, (M/n) (L/n) carved on the wood, and right next to it, the year he was born and the year he died, 1795-1820, barely having reached his 25th birthday.

From there, he walked into the suburbs, people gasping at the sight of Prince Christopher having returned, but no one dared approach him. It might've been the ominous aura around him, but the devastated look on his face was a clear enough sign to let them know that the Prince wasn't looking forward to talking to others.

He walked all the way to the castle, the world muffled in his ears, ignoring every person that tried to talk to him, and when he walked through the main doors of the place he lived in, the sight of his mother made him break down, running toward her like a little kid, hugging her tightly and crying the loss of his soulmate once again.

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Chris wasn't the same man after that, after spending the first couple of months in his room he finally decided to leave the castle. His family understood his grieving and gave him space, letting him have all the time he needed to heal.

But he'll never heal the deep wound (M/n) left in him after leaving this world. Even though he didn't need sleep, sometimes he did just so he could relive all those happy memories of (M/n), however after a while, his dreams became plagued with the image of his last moments, only turning more and more sinister, and now, Chris became afraid to sleep ever again, passing his hours plastering words on paper, expressing the feelings he couldn't and can't anymore.

The instant Chris decided to abandon the castle, he knew it'll only be temporary, he loved his family too much to just leave forever, but again, he needed time to himself.

The months soon turned into years and Chris was still holding onto the memory of (M/n), his ring hanging around his neck, his own ring still on his ring finger, waiting for his soulmate to come back to him. Maybe... in another life.

Chris constantly remembers the stories his parents told him, how they've witnessed reincarnation, and he held onto that small spark of hope in his chest, no matter how long he'll have to wait for (M/n) to be part of his life again, and hopefully, forever this time.

The wait was long, and even though he hasn't given up yet, Chris decided he needed to get his life together, and now, a hundred and ninety years later, he's standing in Sidney's airport. He witnessed how much the world has changed in nearly two centuries, realizing he contributed to some important inventions, how? He's not entirely sure either.

Walking out of the airport with only a backpack hanging off his shoulder, he was met with his younger sister, Hannah, who smiled at him and hugged him tightly. She had missed him for so long and now, finally having him in front of her again reminded her how their lives used to be.

"I missed you too, Hannah," the sound of his voice almost brought tears to the girl's eyes, but she held them back and walked towards her car.

"Come on, let's go home."

The car ride was filled with laughter and music, after years, Chris was finally showing a genuine smile and he felt glad that he decided to come back home. And he was only with Hannah currently, the thought of seeing his parents and Lucas warmed his heart, and -accidentally- reading his sister's mind, he found out they had a beautiful dog named Berry. She was so cute and cheerful, he couldn't wait to finally meet the cute canine.

It was safe to say that the greeting he received when he walked through the door was more than emotional, his parents hugged him as tight as they could, his mother crying in his arms, finally being able to see the face of her eldest son. His father was more composed, having a better grip on keeping his emotions to himself, hugging him even tighter.

Lucas jumped on him the moment his parents released him, and he cried for a while, clinging onto his brother like a koala, and that even made Chris tear up a little.

And finally, he saw her. The small dog had walked around the corner, tailing Lucas and curiously staring at the stranger surrounded by her family. Her eyes observed Chris as he carefully approached her, kneeling on the floor and reaching his hand out.

Growing up used to the sight of vampires, Berry found Chris' scent comforting and somehow familiar. With careful steps, she sniffed his hand and soon after, nuzzled it, placing her head under his palm, enjoying the gentle pets on her soft fur.

Surrounded by the comfort of his family, Chris chose to focus on the single one thing that has worked for him ever since that fatal day. He created music. His own personal way of conveying his feelings is by writing meaningful lyrics, making the soundtracks soul-touching, and the notes in the song making your whole body shiver as you can feel the raw emotion put in the music.

Something about making his own music made him feel safe and sound, as if nothing could go wrong ever again, and he even dared record himself singing or rapping the lyrics along the soft, slow pace of the song.

And somehow, he ended up finding himself making it big in the music industry a few years later, going by the name Bang Chan, he became the leader of a kpop group, Stray Kids.

Never has he gone through the amount of stress this job was making him go through, but even if his body was exhausted, his mind was erratic every second of every day, only feeling sadness whenever the anniversary of (M/n)'s passing got closer, taking the day off to connect with himself and his memories, observing the drawings he's made along the years. He even had a portrait of him done by Hyunjin, who found it fascinating how his hyung had managed to draw the same face by memory now, as if he actually met the male in his past life.

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Walking along the corridor, Stray Kids were heading toward the practice room JYP told them to meet him at, peeking in through the open door and seeing him in the middle of the room, the members of Twice were also in the room.

"Oh, boys! Come in," everyone walked in and Seungmin closed the door after being signaled to, since he was the last one in, "Well, I'll explain to you what I already explained to the girls," Stray Kids turned to look at Twice bowing at them in silence, and some members noticed two groups sitting at the back of the room, "I've been planning on making another survival show."

Felix seemed to shiver as he remembered the bad time he went through during the survival program SKZ did, and Minho rested his hand on his shoulder, sharing the feeling with the freckled male.

"And I wanted to change things up a bit, you'll be their mentors to help them get ready for a possible debut," the word possible weighed on everyone's shoulders, especially the trainees', "Twice would mentor the girl group, and Stray Kids would mentor the boy group, as easy as that."

Of course, it wasn't "as easy as that", the man was just giving his job to others because that's just how he is. Another tyrant in the entertainment industry.

"The filming would begin next week, so get to know each other a little better," he said heading to the door and leaving the room. Twice were the first ones to approach the girls who had already stood up and they stood in a corner of the room, while Stray Kids slowly walked towards the boys who were hesitantly standing up.

Chris wasn't too interested in participating in this project, he didn't want anything to do with JYP and his group projects, treating humans like experiments, but he couldn't do much about that, just obey.

"Hyung, isn't he the guy from your drawings?" Hyunjin whispered in his ear, and he blinked confused, looking up at the group, observing every single of them closely and finally, his brown eyes landed on a young male standing at the back, completely silent and slightly separated from his group.

Chris couldn't believe his eyes, he was seeing (M/n) again, in front of him. Alive.

Feeling a heavy stare on him, (M/n) looked up, immediately catching Chris' eyes, and like a movie, Chris saw every second of his life next to (M/n), the ring touching the skin of his chest feeling like it was burning as if it knew it was in close proximity of its original owner. He was unsure if it was actually (M/n), his (M/n), but the moment he saw his gentle smile he knew.

That was him, his soulmate. As if he wouldn't recognize that warm smile that made him feel alive, as if his heart was beating again.

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After getting to know each other a little better, the members of (M/n)'s group made their positions clear, even though everyone was kind of an all-rounder, they were better at something specific. (M/n)'s was dance, he was the main dancer of the group and Chris was absolutely mesmerized the moment he saw him dance.

The night they danced by the fireplace, or under the moonlight, even in the rain, getting soaked yet not caring about it... Chris couldn't help but space out, only snapping back when claps filled the silent room after the music stopped.

Now, (M/n) had to decide if he was gonna be a vocalist or a rapper, however, Chris found an excuse to talk to him and spend more time with him. His Korean needed some polishing so he offered to help him.

Being able to see (M/n) again had him mesmerized, having him so close making it hard for him to hold himself back, but he managed, after all, he wasn't sure if (M/n) remembered anything from his past life, especially because he was still unable to read his mind.

With days turning into weeks, the survival show was being now recorded and streamed on national tv. Months of training showed results, and round after round, everyone showed just how talented they are, making the decision of picking more and more difficult every time.

But the one that seemed the most promising, was (M/n). He constantly showed great improvement in his dancing, but he lacked confidence, something that made his stage presence weak, and opaque, adding to that the trouble he still had with the Korean language. Everyone saw his talent, and the potential he wasn't using.

Well, that's what Chris was there for.

The next round was proving to be one of the most difficult ones. Each group had to pick a song, and sing it, all with the purpose of showing great, powerful vocals from everyone, or at least, the vocalists.

Chris had been debating with everyone which song the group should sing, and (M/n) came up with a good one. One of his favorite songs.

(M/n) was left to rearrange the song, making the notes higher and longer, the tempo slower, good enough to fit the vocalists' voices, including his.

But that didn't seem to be working. Chris made it his job to help (M/n) with belting the highest note of the whole song yet, receiving help from Seungmin, Jeongin, Minho, and Jisung, who only gave him encouraging words whenever his voice failed him.

Every rehearsal was a waste of time, or that's what (M/n) thought. He wanted to do a good job, he wanted to prove that he could do big things, and achieve anything he set his mind to, but it seemed like a mountain too high to climb. Even so, he didn't give up, and by the time they were on the stage, each one of them having a reflector light up on their parts, (M/n) took deep breaths as his part got closer.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more," he listened attentively to the maknae's line, taking a deep breath to prepare himself mentally and physically, "One step closer."

"One step closer..." He harmonized with the youngest, waiting for the instrumental in his earpiece to reach his verse.

He gripped tightly onto the microphone, closing his eyes and letting himself be swayed away by the song.

"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years," the arrangement of the song made it so that the end part of the song would have the highest note, and even though he hasn't been able to achieve the perfect belting till now, he felt the emotions in his chest take control, "I'll love you for a thousand more."

Everyone was mesmerized by his voice, the raw emotion and pain made some people in the audience tear up, and Chris related to this song more than ever.

(M/n) belted that note beautifully and seemingly effortlessly, his eyes filled with tears as he spilled his heart with the song, images flashing inside his mind, all of them of a man awfully similar to Bang Chan.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me," he opened his eyes for the rest of the song, people gasping at the sight of his glossy eyes, his gaze landing on Chris who was also holding back tears, "I have loved you for a thousand years... I'll love you for a thousand more..."

The piano melody filled the room they were in, and (M/n) tilted his head down, letting his tears freely fall from his eyes and onto the stage.

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After that wonderful round, the final approached quickly, and now an audience bigger than only their sunbaenims filled the room. School girls accompanied by their friends and parents, women in their twenties, captivated by the charms of the boy group, teenage boys, and young adults cheering for the girls.

Honestly, the public didn't have a favorite group exactly, both groups proved to be capable enough to debut and make it big, but (M/n)'s singing had gone viral worldwide, already having thousands of fans from outside Korea.

The final round soon began, music, singing, dancing, and cheers filled the room, and everything seemed to go by so fast to even realize that the audience had already voted for their favorite group.

And dramatically announced by JYP, the boy group, REBELS, had won the voting by less than ten votes. They had a group hug but (M/n) turned to the girls and bowed at them, and he was soon being tackled by them, their voices breaking from sadness, yet the bright smiles on their faces were enough to let everyone know that they weren't upset.

"You deserve it, (M/n), all of you do, so do your best and don't disappoint us," the leader of the girl group muttered in his ear and he nodded, hugging them back before being dragged by his group.

From the crowd, Chris observed how (M/n) was surrounded by everyone, chants of his name reaching his ears and echoing off the walls.

(M/n) was gonna debut and Chris was happy for him but, what was he gonna do now?

Well, he waited nearly two hundred years for him, he could wait a while longer... Or that's what he was hoping for, not really trusting his self-control when it came to (M/n).

this is the longest fic i've ever written, hopefully, it was good ☺

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—Dumb Love

pairing: Kim Hongjoong x male reader

genre: pirate au, heavy angst

warnings: talking about weight, stealing, stalking, kidnapping, fighting, torture(?), reader and San become friends, hanging, death, talking about God

"Let's run away Y/N, you and me together."

Oh how naive you both were. Thinking that everything would turn out great once you left the little village you both were raised at. Two young boys without a worry in the world, having fun and ending up in a wrong type of group of friends. Soon sailing on a pirate ship, you realised that there wasn't a chance to back down now.

"We'll always take care of you and your little buddy 'kay?"

They didn't. The so-called "friends" didn't waste a second, giving you two to the police to avoid going to jail themself. It was pure luck that you and Hongjoong escaped before it was too late. But now, being dead felt better than being hunted down for falsely accused piracy..

Hongjoong was pacing around the room you called "the living room", even though it wasn't remotely close to a real living room. "You can not leave dear, not right now!" The younger begged, "it is not safe out there." Ever since you ran from the police and had become outlaws, it was impossible to go outside at all. But when there was no food anymore in the tiny house for the both of you, someone had to make the sacrifice. "We will die of hunger if I don't go. You understand that don't you?"

"We will manage!" Hongjoong was doing his everything to get you to stay with him. You sighed, "we both know that's a lie." You were underweight and so was Hongjoong, there was no way either one of you could "manage" any longer. You pulled the other into a tight hug and kissed him on the forehead as a goodbye. "I shall return before sunset. Don't worry about me Joongie."

You were extremely cautious while wandering around the market, stealing anything and everything you could get your hands on. Potatoes, fish or eggs, it didn't matter what you brought back home, you were an awesome cook who could do anything regardless of the ingredients. You took notice of someone watching your every move and when leaving the marketplace, you decided to take a longer route back home. You couldn't let anyone know where you and Hongjoong lived so misleading someone was necessary.

You didn't know the region of the town that you were currently at very well. Roaming aimlessly in the many narrow streets, you ended up in a dead end. "Y/N L/N, I assume." You jumped at the words, had somebody actually followed you here. "You must be mistaking me for someone else sir," you answered without turning to look at the speaker. If they were to see your face, everything would be over. "I know Y/N when I see him," the stranger started walking towards you, "where's ya little buddy?"

"He's dead," you lied. If the man was who you thought he was, then there was no way you were going to let him find Hongjoong. "I really liked him though.. that's a shame." You clenched your fist, "it didn't seem that way when you gave us to the police." The man was so close to you, still you couldn't turn around and run away. You were scared.

"So you still remember me!" His large hand grabbed onto your jacket, making you almost lose your balance. Dropping your basket of food, you tried to throw a punch at him. Keyword: tried. Before you knew it, you were on the ground held in a headlock. "I haven't done anything to you! So why?!" You yelled and kicked the concrete under you. No matter what you did, the man didn't let go. It was getting frustrating for both of you, the man was covered in scratches and bite marks while your left arm had fallen asleep.

You couldn't give up, not when Hongjoong was waiting for you. God knows what he'll do when you wouldn't be home by sunset. With your last strength, you could only raise your right arm before going unconscious.

You didn't come home that night. Hongjoong had waited and waited way past sunset. He knew something was wrong, something had happened to you. He had stayed by the window, watching as people passed by, hoping to see you. Nothing.

It was cold. Where's Hongjoong? Did you fall asleep on the floor? You couldn't open your other eye, it felt swollen.

"So you're finally awake huh?" You couldn't recognize the voice of the speaker, did someone break into the house. Then it hit you. You weren't at home at all. Suddenly trying to get up from the floor made the world around you spin, panic was keeping you moving. Where were you? How did you end up here? ”Hey relax,” the same person ordered, “don’t want you in any worse shape.”

Before you could answer, a long shout was heard somewhere close. The words echoed in the space, but you couldn't quite grasp what was being said. "Y/N you little liar!" Everything was happening too fast, suddenly being pulled by your shirt into the cold bars of a door was something you didn't expect. "You lied to me? How dare you??" Your confused face said it all, you had no idea what the man was yelling about.

"Remember what you said about Hongjoong?"

You didn't dare to answer.

"Someone saw him at the bar the other day and he was very much alive."

Your head hung low, there was no way they had found him that quick. And there was no way Hongjoong had been as stupid as to go look for you. "Have you perhaps seen my hyung?" The man mocked, "he didn't return home and I'm afraid he's gone missing." Shut up. Shut up.

"You.. you are mistaken. Hongjoong is dead! I saw him die!" You were digging a bigger grave by lying even more. No one would lay a finger on your beloved Joongie, you made sure of it.

Days or even weeks had passed. The concept of time was something that didn't matter anymore. It was sunny then dark. There was pain then numbness. It was a cycle you had gotten used to.

"I'll ask you one more time Y/N. Where can we find Hongjoong?" Your voice didn't let you answer. With all the yelling and screaming, you had lost the ability to speak. You shook your head again. "You really don't make this easy.." Something snapped. He broke something in you. Frantically looking, you tried to find what had happened to your already bruised and abused body. Tears started spilling from your eyes, it hurt. Everything hurt.

You wanted to be able to hug Hongjoong, kiss him and tell him that his hyung was okay. But you could only cry, there was nothing else to do. "You look like a madman," the man grabbed you by your jaw, forcing you to look at him, "this all can end if you tell us." Your body didn't cooperate with you.

"pl-pleas.. nnh- plea.." You took quick, short breaths while trying to force words out of your mouth. The man moved your head around like you were some doll, "c'mon Y/N.. I know you wanna go back home. Just say the magic word." You shook your head manically, you weren't going to give him the answer he so desperately wanted. Even if you were to die here, the secret stayed deep in you.

The man's grip tightened and it really felt like your jaw was going to fall down. You whimpered when his nails dug into your skin, causing blood to flow from one of the cuts. "You're really crying over a small scratch?" He let go with a laugh, "can't wait to see you hang from the rope tomorrow."

Everything went silent. “Wa-wait! No.. n-no no! Pleas.. plea-please!” Once the realisation hit, you tried your everything to escape the current situation. Desperately moving your numb limbs caused the chains on your wrists and ankles to bruise you even more. You couldn’t think straight.

Your body couldn’t hold you up anymore. The guards had to drag you back to your cell while you stared at the floor under you. “What did you do to him??!” You heard the now familiar voice yelling somewhere close. Mentally preparing yourself to fall to the floor wasn’t needed because someone caught you right before hitting the cold and damp floor.

“Y/N, can you hear me??” The person carefully shook you, trying to keep you awake. “Take care of him, San. Who knows, maybe he’ll die in your arms.” One of the guards joked before leaving the two of you alone.

Choi San-or just San had been the one to keep you somewhat sane in this place. You two got close fast, given the circumstances that there weren’t any other people to talk to than each other. You hadn’t told much about your private life but San knew some things like how you ended up in jail and how you had a boyfriend. The male on the other hand had told you everything from his traumatic experiences to how he likes to eat his sandwiches. There was this bond between the two of you that no one could entirely understand.

“Y/N.. does it hurt much?” You didn't have the energy to answer. It hurt to breathe, something was probably broken somewhere near your lungs. San watched in fear as you fought against the urge to pass out. You didn’t dare to open your eyes, everything was spinning around. “I.. I am.. g-going to.. die,” you finally managed to say something after a brief moment of silence. There wasn’t a hint of sadness in the sentence, it was a statement that you had accepted. San opened his mouth to say something but you continued before he could mutter out a word.

“When you g-get out of.. here,” you grunted when your swollen ankle bent into an uncomfortable position. "Take care of Hongjoong for me.. please.." San looked at you like you were going crazy, “I can’t promise you that.”

You finally had the strength to open your eyes, to look at your friend. “San, he’s.. he’s all I have.” You were desperate, tears flowing down your cheeks yet again. You felt like a little boy again, begging for help like this. “I need him.. I need him safe..” San took a deep breath, thinking about his choices. “I will try.”

“Near the beach, t-there’s a tiny house. It’s painted grey and it has.. it has this tiny window. You will find Hongjoong there,” you trusted San. You wanted to trust him so badly. “T-tell him that hyung sent you..”

You didn’t think this would be how you’d leave the world. Standing in front of an audience, them waiting for your death. It felt inhumane. The rope around your neck was tight, you wondered how it would feel like to get strangled by it. You had heard stories and they made your knees want to stop carrying your weight.

“We are gathered here today to witness these criminals take responsibility for their crimes. Stealing, killing, smuggling, piracy. They have all committed sins that God will not forgive!”

You felt light-headed. Looking past the group of people, you saw the sun rising. Even the sun wanted to watch the life drain from you. How poetic.

“Now they shall burn in Hell for eternity!” Loud cheering was heard. Your heart was going to jump out of your chest, just waiting for the platform to disappear from under you was something you wished nobody would go through. Taking a last look at the sun, you noticed something else in the distance. He saw you and you saw him.

You smiled, Hongjoong was alive.

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tiredatiny · 1 year

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I’m really sorry (not really) for uploading fics with the same concept. I’m just a sucker for some pirate angst okay? 😔

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don't be like me guys. don't write three fics at the same time..

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tiredatiny · 1 year

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—Deep Sea

Pairing: Lee Felix x male reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, pirate au

Warnings: reader doesn't always speak perfect English, reader also has healing powers so yeah, throwing up, angsty(?) ending of a chapter

Part 2 of 3

Don't save him.

You watched Felix fall into the depths of the ocean and for a moment you really thought, you were going to let him die. You cursed under your breath and started swimming towards the pirate.

Soon Felix was in your arms, unconscious. He needed air and fast. The first thought of just going to the surface and let the boy breathe was forgotten in a heartbeat, when you saw an island in the distance. "You are soon safe, pirate." You really hoped that he would make it until you reached the island, because if he were to die, your attempt on saving his life would have been for nothing.

You tried dragging him across the sand, but with your exhausted self, you didn't make it far from the sea. Watching and waiting for something to happen, you grew anxious. Felix was supposed to start coughing up the water, you had seen a child do it once before. So why wasn't he doing it?

You checked if he was still alive. He was but you could sense that the boy wouldn't be for long. You needed to do something quick, because you were now in charge of his destiny. Were you just going to let him die here or-

There was no other choice, you had to save him. You didn't think twice before connecting your lips with Felix's cold ones. "Come on, pirate. Wake up." Your words worked like magic, the poor boy started throwing up and gasping for air. You knew that you should go before he would figure out that you were the one who saved him.

He took shaky breaths in and out and you watched from afar. When Felix had calmed down he realised where he really was, on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. Panically, he stood up and started yelling for help. That was until he locked eyes with yours, "you." What a judgmental way to greet his savior. "You.. you brought me here?" The anger on the other's face quickly changed into a desperate one, "what am I gonna do? There's no way the ship's gonna find me here." Felix walked back and forth mumbling about how he was going to die there.

"I make sure that you will not see your last days here", you finally spoke from the water. The male turned to you baffled, "and how are you gonna do that huh?? Last time I checked, you're some fish-"

"I am more." You rudely cut him off. There's no way you were going to let him call you names. Felix scoffed and sat down on the sand only to stand up in a rush when seeing you leave. "Where are you going? You're leaving me alone?" Without turning to look at him, you replied. "I will be back when sun rises", you promised. And you always kept your promises. The pirate was now knees deep in the water trying to get to you. "Okay.. but before you go.. at least tell me your name."

"It's Y/N."

You heard Felix yell your name as soon as the sun started rising from the horizon. You had been trying to catch him breakfast all night and hadn't had much luck with it. With just one fish on your hand, you appeared from the ocean. "There you are! I really thought, you left me", Felix let out a sigh of relief when seeing you, "so how are you gonna get me out of here?" You hadn't thought about that yet, the only thing on your mind had been to keep the male alive for the time being. "I have food for you." Felix looked at you with an expression that you couldn't quite read, was he angry or disappointed. You may never know.

"..You like fish?" You asked carefully and thank the seas he did. "Y/N no hate or anything, but it's raw." Felix looked at the fish in front of him, not daring to take a bite. "Raw..?" You had no idea what he was talking about. The other took a while to try and explain the word to you, "it's like when it's.. it's not cooked y'know?" You shook your head confused. Does it mean he can't eat it?, you pondered. You could probably bring him something that he could eat, it was just a matter of time. What if the pirate died of hunger while you were gone?

While you were in your own thoughts, Felix had started gathering wood to form a pile- for what exactly? "But I can heat it up, so don't worry Y/N", the boy flashed a smile towards you. You watched curiously as tiny sparks started a fire, "how did you do that pirate?" Felix let out a chuckle, "I guess you could call it.. magic!" You knew that he was just playing with you, human beings didn't have those kinds of magic powers...

Hours turned into days and there were still no signs of a pirate ship coming to save their lost member. You had tried to find the ship many times, yet nothing. They didn't abandon Felix, didn't they?

"Y/N!! Y/N watch this!" You turned to Felix and watched as his head disappeared under the water. Was he trying to hold his breath again? You didn't quite understand why humans did that, they could die. The pirate came back to the surface, "how.. h-how long was I in there??" Ah right, you were supposed to count for him. "Fifty..?" Felix let out a grunt, "You didn't count right? That was like my best attempt so far!"

Before you had the time to start apologising, the pirate was already clinging onto you, complaining. You tried getting him off of you, not wanting to accidentally hurt the other. You heard a loud snap and saw a necklace falling into the water. The pretty jewellery that was once proudly hanging on Felix's neck, was now making its way down to the bottom of the sea.

"Ya ya Y/N!! My necklace! It's gone!"

"It is in the sea." Without another word, you disappeared to the darkness. You tried looking for something shiny, something that would catch your eye- there! You swam faster and caught it just before it hit the sand floor. "This is beautiful." You said behind Felix. The male almost choked on air, you should definitely not scare him like that ever again. "Thanks, made it myself," he saw the surprise on your face. "You made this? How?" You were curious. Felix took the necklace and quickly tied it back together, "I think you'll look good with this- not that you wouldn't look good without it.." He carefully placed the necklace around your neck.

You had never had anything like this on. "Wow Y/N.. you're breathtaking." You tried hiding a smile, which Felix noticed.

"Keep it."

"I can not. It is yours."

"Then I'll have to give it to you as a gift." Felix was one stubborn of a pirate. You didn't dare to start arguing with him, if he were to give you such beautiful jewellery, you had no other choice but to accept the gift. "Thank you Felix."

You two watched as the sun set behind the sea. It was quiet and peaceful, just the way you liked it. "Have you ever fallen in love?" Felix suddenly asked. The question startled you, "Yes, I assume I have. You?" Then it was silent again. Maybe the other didn't hear your question. "Could you ever love a human?" The pirate continued, "if.. if the human was someone like me?" You didn't know how to answer. "If they were someone like you.." You thought about it for a moment, "then yes."

Felix didn't waste a second before asking another question. "Would it be weird if I wanted to kiss you?"

"Not at all."

"Can I kiss you-"

Your lips connected with his, before he could finish the sentence. It was addicting, his soft lips planting kisses on yours. It felt comforting, safe. At that moment Felix really wished that everything would stay like this.

You were the first to wake up in the morning. You were going to go on your daily hunt to get food for the other when all of a sudden you saw something in the distance. A ship. Hurriedly, you swam back to the island, ready to wake Felix up with good news.

"Felix! Felix.. wake up!" You shouted. The male got up half-asleep mumbling about something that you didn't quite catch. "You are saved! You can come home!" Felix stopped on his track, what did you say. Come home? No no no no..

"I can't leave now!" Felix started pacing back and forth, "I have- we have something right?? I can't just leave you here alone!" The tears made their way down his cheeks. It was horrible to watch, you really had thought that the male would've been happy about getting back to the ship. The mind of a human, such a weird thing. "And I can't take you with me because.." Felix was now sobbing, "Y/N don't make me leave please!!"

You had to be the voice of reason. "You have to go pirate." Don't leave. "I can live here, but you can't. A merman and a human are not meant to be together." Stay please. "It's.. it's better for both of us-"

Felix couldn't believe the words that were coming from your mouth. "Don't tell me, you believe that Y/N?? I love you and I n-need you." Don't cry. You were silent, trying to calm down. "I will be here when you come back." Felix heard the way your voice got shaky, he knew. "But what about you? What if I never come back?? You'll be here all alone. What about your home and friends and-"

"The sea is my home Felix. I am always home."

#kpop x reader #kpop x male reader #kpop #stray kids x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids #lee felix x you #lee felix #lee felix x male reader #felix stray kids #felix imagines #gay love #lgbtq #lee felix x y/n #lee felix x reader

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tiredatiny · 1 year

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-Masterlist

NCT

Taeyong

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

Taeyong has been trying to get help to defeat the newly formed gang but no one seems to be willing to help him.. except Chinatown’s most powerful gang’s leader | angst, enemies to lovers, gang au, slowburnish

Yuta

The Devil Himself

Yuta is found sneaking in your territory and when he's brought to you, you decide to punish him in a cruel but thrilling way | smut, gang au

Mark

Beautiful Flower

Mark has been avoiding falling in love because of the Hanahaki disease. Little does he know that the fear of his will be the reason for someone’s death | angst, hanahaki au, college au, friends to crushes(?)

ATEEZ

San

Don't Worry

San surprises his idol boyfriend aka you on your last comeback stage. When seeing the accident happen, he only hopes you're fine | angst, fluff if you squint

Stray Kids

Felix

Deep Sea one two three

When you end up getting captured by pirates, the last thing you expect to happen is having to safe one of them from drowning. The pirate, Felix falls in love with you, but he's a human and you're a merman | pirate au, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

#masterlist #tiredatiny #male reader #kpop x male reader #nct x male reader #ateez x male reader #stray kids x male reader

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tiredatiny · 1 year

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I'll try to make a part two to the felix x merman!reader fic this week so get ready for a new chapter :)

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—Concrete jungle where dreams are made of…

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x male reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, gang au, slowburnish, angst

Warnings: a lot of cursing, gangs, fighting, arguments, guns, mentions of insomnia(?), death, abusive parent, mommy issues, nightmares, hallucinations, lowkey toxic masculinity, crying, unhealthy coping mechanism, accidental overdosing attempt but not really, quick mention of suicide

Summary: Taeyong has been trying to get help to defeat the newly formed gang but no one seems to be willing to help him.. except Chinatown’s most powerful gang’s leader.

Ah the bustling city of New York. Full of life and adventures. Some of the people living there will have a peaceful day and some of them will have the police chasing after them.

“Shit shit shit! Run faster, they’re gonna catch us!!”

“I’m trying!”

The two young men ran and ran until they reached a familiar bar. Quickly they swung the door open and hid inside the gloomy pub. The police didn’t come into the bar, they probably didn’t want to cause a scene. Both of them exhaled in relief but instantly stiffened when they heard a voice behind them.

“The cops? Really?”

It was you.

“Y/N hi uumm we can explain.” They both stood up in shame as they kept their eyes on the floor. “Just… don’t let it happen again”, you muttered and left the two men stand there confused. They expected nagging and an angry Y/N but you didn’t even yell a single insult at them.

You made your way to the back of the bar ready to get some peace. Today had been kicking you in the ass, to put it nicely, and all you wanted to do was spend some time alone with absolutely no distractions. An impossible request.

Not even five minutes later you found yourself face to face with your least favorite person in the whole world, Lee Taeyong. It felt like the universe had stopped everything it was doing because of the way everyone’s eyes were fixated on you two. Well it wasn’t everyday that you could see your rival gang’s leader standing on your doorstep.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snarled between your teeth. The way he was standing, breathing- literally everything about him was disgusting. “I need to talk to you privately”, Taeyong answered.

Someone stepped between the two of you: “no way in hell Taeyong.” You stayed silent for a moment waiting for something to happen, maybe the leader would threaten or maybe even beg but no. “It’s okay Kun, let him talk”, you decided to give Taeyong a chance, “but you’ll say whatever it is you need to say right here. No private chit chat, you understand?”

“We need to team up. You and me toge-“

“Absolutely not.” To think that he was actually suggesting such an idea. “Y/N you need to understand that we have to do th-“

“There’s no we”, you cut him off again.

“Let me finish my sentence for fucks sake!”

You let out an exaggerated sigh. God this conversation was giving you a headache.

“The gangs from east have gotten together and are trying to get new territory”, Taeyong explained rather seriously. You had heard about the happenings of east but until now hadn’t seen any issues with it. “And how exactly does that affect me?” you questioned. “New territory aka Chinatown. They’re coming for you and then possibly me as well. I can’t risk it.. for my sake of course”, he mumbled the last part but you were able to catch it.

“You don’t want to do this- hell I don’t want to team up either but you have to understand that-“

“Fine.”

Everyone inside the bar was shocked to hear you agree to Taeyong’s request. Not only did you never get together with another gangs but you also never ever would work with your number one enemy.

“But this is only for my benefit, remember that Lee Taeyong.”

You later ended up regretting saying yes to the other because now your apartment was full of gang members, both yours and Taeyong’s. But why in your apartment? Simple, your apartment was in Chinatown. And Chinatown would be the first victim of east’s gang. Or at least that’s what Taeyong had reasoned before stuffing his gang into your already cramped apartment. He had also mentioned something about how keeping your enemies close was a good thing because of the saying, but honestly you had paid zero attention to him so you weren’t a hundred percent sure.

“Y’know I could really get used to this.. I mean 18 guys in one apartment”, one of your members Yangyang joked. You gave him a warning look and the poor guy’s smile instantly dropped with a quiet ‘sorry’.

“Everyone listen up!” You tried getting everyone’s attention but nobody seemed to even notice you.. well nobody except Taeyong. That cocky little bastard yelled a bit louder and like magic everyone got quiet. You showed him the middle finger before speaking up: “since we have so many people right now, we have to split into two groups to be able to live.”

You had thought earlier about the current situation and remembered that Kun had a very much bigger apartment right next to Chinatown. “So about 7 people will stay here at my place and the other 11 will be staying at Kun’s house. Understood?”

Taeyong got up from the couch with an irritated expression. It seemed like he had some complaints. “Y/N we didn’t talk about this-“

“I don’t think we need to.”

Something in Taeyong’s brain snapped. I don’t think we need to. Are you stupid or something? You can’t just make decisions on your own and expect people to follow them just like that. You’re not the only one leading the group, you know that right. “You wanna get beat up or what?” He threatened with a rage-filled voice. The dry chuckle that left your mouth made the male see red. He grabbed you by your collar while yelling incoherent insults. Neither of the leaders’ gang’s members dared to interrupt whatever the two of you were doing, in fear of starting a fight.

Before Taeyong could throw a punch, which he had been waiting to do for some time now, you pulled a gun at him. “If I were you Taeyong, I’d watch my next words very carefully.”

“You won’t shoot me”, he replied cockily, a smirk evident on his face. Of course you weren’t going to shoot him, you weren’t an idiot. You tilted Taeyong’s head with the gun and let out a defeated sigh. “You’re right, I won’t”, you admitted with a fond smile and punched him in the face with the revolver.

After the events of today, neither one of you spoke to each other. And that’s maybe a good thing because if you did, another fight could possibly happen again.

Despite the fact that the apartment was full of people, it was quiet. Too quiet actually. Did the others already go to sleep? You carefully opened the door and saw that your prediction was right. Your eyes landed on a sleeping Taeyong and- oh god how stupid he looked. Snoring and turning around on the sofa without a worry in the world.

You closed the door and sat down on your bed, maybe it was time for you too to go to sleep for.. how many hours exactly? You glanced at the clock that was hung up on your wall. The pointers showed 2:50. When you realised that you were going to get a maximum of 5 hours of sleep, you rushly wrapped yourself in a blanket and tried to fall asleep.

The rising sun was shining to your room through the poorly put up grey curtains. You grunted at the feeling of getting blinded by the sun and turned to your other side. You thought putting the blanket over your head would fix everything and take you to the dreamland you had hoped to go to for 3 hours now. Your restless night had started strong, you were dozing off every now and then and even managed to fall asleep for half an hour. But then you started overthinking things, what if Taeyong woke up before you and decided to harm you. Maybe he was going to punch you as revenge from earlier... Maybe he was..

You don’t know when you fell asleep or how, but you were woken up several hours later by someone with the attitude of a chihuahua.

“I didn’t really think you were much of a sleeper, but guess I was deeply wrong.”

You raised your head from the comfort of the pillow looking around, still half-asleep and confused about the fact that who was talking to you.

“Damn Y/N, you look like shit.”

Oh now you definitely knew who was speaking. You quickly got up while ignoring Taeyong and his snarky little comments. It was way too early to start anything with him. After brushing your teeth and getting some decent breakfast you were ready to officially start your day.

“So did you sleep well?” You heard the question behind you. Your member and a close friend Chittaphon- or better known as Ten sat down next to you. “Okay”, you answered quickly as if you wanted to avoid the inquiry. “Stop lying you little fucker. Have you seen yourself and those eyebags?” the male hit you on the head gently with a scolding tone.

Little did you know that Taeyong had been eavesdropping on your and Ten’s little chat from around the corner. He was just about to join the conversation but was stopped by you, more specifically your laugh. He was too stunned to even move. The Y/N he knew never laughed or had fun.

“But seriously if those nightmares have made a comeback, tell me.” Gosh Ten was such a kind soul, you still had no idea how he ended up in a gang. “What are you gonna do? Scare them away or something?” you laughed just thinking about it.

The sweet moment between you and Ten was sadly cut short by a phone call. “Sorry it’s Kun I have to take it”, you murmured apologetically before answering.

Something wasn’t right. It was quiet, not even a single “hello” could be heard. “Kun you there?” You couldn’t help but get worried. It was silent another ten seconds before he answered: “they found us.” Then the call ended.

Maybe it was your expression that gave it away but Ten somehow also knew that whatever Kun had said was bad. “Call Renjun and Xiaojun and meet us at Kun’s place”, you ordered without thinking much. You then turned to face Taeyong, who had finally had the courage to join you in the living room, “You’re coming with me.” And for the first time ever Taeyong listened to you.

You ran with thousands of thoughts racing through your mind. What if it was too late? What if someone was hurt? What if-

“Are you listening??” Taeyong’s question brought you back to reality. “No, not really”, you answered truthfully, it was getting hard to even focus on what the other was saying. Before Taeyong could open his mouth to reply with some sort of rude comment, you both heard a loud gunshot.

It was like something in you exploded, like you suddenly had no control over anything that was happening. The male next to you saw the clear stress in your eyes, but decided to not say anything.

Your body started moving without realising and soon you found yourself at a building’s stairway. Only now did you realise that Taeyong was not in fact with you. But you knew to not worry about him, he was used to these kinds of situations and could handle them without help.

Your breath stiffened when hearing footsteps approach your current hiding place. You held the gun- or specifically The Smith & Wesson Model 27 revolver, ready to shoot the person.

You knew they were close, close enough to shoot, you even saw their dark figure right in front of you. It’s now or never, you thought and aimed at the enemy’s head. But when you heard the bullet hit nothing, you knew something was deeply wrong. Your assumption was proven correct after turning around and being met with the familiar feeling of getting shot in the shoulder.

The piercing pain distracted you enough to let the person escape. You let out a quiet grunt while holding onto your wound and continued moving upwards, towards Kun’s apartment.

“What the fuck happened to you?” The sudden question made you jump and turn around, the gun now aimed at the speaker. “Woah woah it’s just me”, Taeyong put his hands up and took a few steps back, just to be safe.

“What does it look like?” you started climbing up the stairs, careful of not being spotted by any of the enemies. Taeyong followed just behind you, also being extremely cautious.

It was silent between the two of you. Just heavy breathing and distant gunshots could be heard. “Does it hurt much?” Taeyong finally broke the quiet bubble ,“the shoulder I mean..” You scoffed at him, “are you worried about me or something? Focus on yourself.”

When you made it to the apartment, you both saw Kun and Renjun fighting with the enemy. You quickly shot one of them in the chest and the other one was down as fast as the first, thanks to Taeyong.

“Where’s Ten?” You asked as soon as your and Renjun’s eyes met. Since those two had come here together, surely he knew about the male’s whereabouts. Renjun thought about it for a moment, “he’s probably somewhere safe.” The much shorter male kind of dodged the question, afraid to say that, he had actually no idea where Ten was.

You nodded slowly, trying to think of what to say. “Make sure that there’s no more of those people” ,you motioned towards the two bodies lying on the floor “but.. if things get bad, we leave okay? Don’t want any one of us dead.” After instructing Kun and Renjun, you turned to face Taeyong, who had been standing next to you awkwardly for some time now. “You can do whatever you want, just don’t get in my way”, you murmured the sentence coldly before leaving the three males alone.

While moving around the building, the feeling of something terrible happening kept you wanting to see your friend alive and well. You had to remind yourself multiple times that Ten knew how to fight, he knew to not fuck things up. You reached the fifth floor and automatically knew someone was there with you, hiding somewhere so you couldn’t see them. You were ready to shoot whatever moved, you didn’t want to risk getting hurt again.

Slowly moving forward, you made your way through the hallway. You heard someone run down the stairs and turned towards the sound instinctively. When the familiar face made its appearance, you let out a sigh of pure relief. It was no other than Ten.

At the heat of the moment, you totally forgot about the possible enemy that was with you. “What happened to your shoulder?” Ten asked while pointing at his own shoulder, “you need Chenle to patch you up when we get back?”

“Yeah absolutely, it hurts like hell” you forced a crooked smile “but I’ll manage for the time being.” Ten smiled back at you and for a moment, it was peaceful. It’s always calm before the storm.

“Y/N, there’s-!”

A loud bang sound was heard, followed by a thud. The male that had stood in front of you a second ago was now on the floor. Your brain took a moment to process everything that was happening… there was blood. There was so much blood. And Ten was bleeding badly.

You were in panic, to say simply. With your shaky hands and unsteady breathing, it was hard to do anything to help your friend. “You- you’re,” you tried to force words out of your mouth, “gonna.. be okay.” You felt Ten’s breathing get fainter every passing second, and it was driving you insane. You sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

No matter how hard you put pressure on his wound, the blood just dirtied your hands into crimson color. You wanted Ten to say something, to say that he was going to be fine.

But it was already too late. He was gone.

You started shaking the body with sobbed pleases, he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t. When you didn’t get any response from Ten, you knew he wasn’t coming back. Loud, ugly crying filled the empty void that was the hallway. “You piece of shit had- had to die huh!?” You cried out while holding onto the other like he was going to disappear into thin air, if you let go.

Hopeless, you felt so hopeless. You couldn’t do anything but wet Ten’s shirt with your tears. All critical thinking was thrown out the window a long time ago, you didn’t know who shot him, you didn’t know if you were going to be dead next. Honestly, you couldn’t care less at that point.

You had no idea how long you laid there, on the floor with Ten. But when his body started getting cold, you knew deep down that it was time to leave. Yet you didn’t want to go, not yet. But when hearing someone call out your name, you had to get up. With a long breath in and out, you tried to get the composure back that you had lost before. You took one last painful look at your friend and with that you left the fifth floor.

“There you are-” Xiaojun’s expression changed drastically after seeing the state you were in. With bloodshot eyes, your face red and puffy, the male knew that you had cried. “Did something happen? Are you hurt?” You tried answering his questions, but a sudden wave of coldness, followed by dizziness, totally overwhelmed you.

The shoulder. You had been shot. How could have you forgotten about that?? You knew what was happening, you had lost a lot of blood. “Xiao..”, you took a few groggy steps towards the other. Before you could continue your sentence, an army of black dots covered your sight of vision, and just like that, you were out.

An old house in the middle of nowhere. You knew where you were, you were home. Calling a place like this a home, wasn’t something you were proud of, but it was all you got.

Walking on the pathway, that once was nothing more than grass, felt safe for some reason. The door of the house was open and you stepped inside. You knew that you shouldn’t be here- no, you didn’t want to be here. But as long as mother wasn’t home, it was safe.

You looked at your own reflection through a broken mirror, mother had thrown a plate at it once. You made your way to your own room and sat down on the bed. It was silent, it was better that way.

“Y/N.. mother’s home..”

Whenever mother came back from work, it was best to stay out of the way. You had learned it the hard way. So you quickly hid inside your closet, just like you did as a child.

“I heard you cry, love.” Mother was near, you could hear her footsteps outside the closet. “Why are you crying Y/N?” You held your breath and tried to be as invisible as possible.

The door opened and there she stood. Mother asked the same question again, yet you couldn’t answer. “Come out of the closet please, you shouldn’t be hiding.” You didn’t have time to react, mother was already pulling you out by your hair, even if it hurt, you couldn’t scream.

“You killed Ten, didn’t you Y/N? Is that why you’re crying?” You looked up from the dirty floor and saw mother sobbing. You instantly tried defending yourself, but got kicked in the stomach as a punishment for talking back. “Now everyone’s going to think that I love a son, who’s a murderer!” Mother threw things at you, some hit and some didn’t.

You flinched when her soft hand caressed your bloody cheek. “You could’ve saved him” mother whispered, “he would be alive, if you didn’t do what you always do.” With a kiss on the forehead, mother stood up and said her final words before leaving: “I still love you, even if you’re a murderer.”

You woke up covered in cold sweat. Did you have a nightmare? You took shaky breaths in and out while trying to figure out where you were. You saw a clock and could feel the pillow against your head, you were laying on your own bed. But you couldn’t stay here, you needed to get some water and maybe even fresh air.

You quietly opened the door and started making your way towards the bathroom. You took note of the people sleeping in the living room, there were more than you had thought, maybe all the members from Kun’s apartment came here. When the door to the bathroom closed, another door opened.

Taeyong had woken up earlier to you shuffling and talking in your sleep. He was just about to shake you awake, but stopped when you suddenly opened your eyes. He got scared so bad that he almost let out a quiet scream. You didn’t see him though, maybe that’s a good thing.

He listened as you walked through the apartment and when hearing the sound of a door opening and closing, Taeyong carefully stepped outside the room, trying to figure out where you went. Not like he really cared or anything, it’s just that Chenle made him watch after you. When you had passed out and carried back to your place, at first you weren’t waking up at all and when you finally did after two hours, you managed to fall asleep- or maybe the medicine that Chenle gave you put you asleep.

Either way, Taeyong was put in charge of you for the time being. Chenle or Kun would have done that in a heartbeat, but they both had something to take care of. After the fight back at Kun’s place, Ten had gone missing. They had gone looking for him and that’s why Taeyong ended up being your babysitter.

You had locked the bathroom door, just in case. Watching your own reflection through the dirty mirror, you saw how much of a mess you truly were. Messy hair and dark eyebags made your face look very unpleasant, to put it nicely. You noticed something in the background of your reflection and for a split second you were a hundred percent sure it was Ten.

You slid down to the bathroom floor with a soft sob. Ten is dead.. Ten is dead.. you tried to calm yourself down with those words but as expected, it didn’t help at all. The walls were closing in and it felt impossible to breathe, you thought you were dying. Nightmares that once were just dreams, had become a reality for you and it’s hard to escape nightmares when you’re wide awake.

There had to be something for this kind of condition, some type of pill that would make you calm down. You reached for the cabinet and a bunch of bottles dropped to the floor. Reading them in somewhat of a hurry, you ended up grabbing pain killers and swallowing seven pills.

“Y/N.. uumm you in there?”

Someone knocked on the door, it was so loud. “Stop banging on the door...”, you said more to yourself than the stranger on the other side. You finally stepped out of the bathroom and a chill ran down your spine when realising the stranger was Taeyong. “I’m going to”, you took a quick look at the state of the bathroom and then turned back to face the male, “take a q-quick walk.” You didn’t wait for an answer.

Taeyong stood beside you, while you struggled putting your shoes on. “You really should stay here” he whispered just as you were about to leave. “I mean, Chenle and Kun will kill me if they found out, I let you go for a walk. And you could get sick and get the bulletwound infected-” You scoffed at him and opened the door, “no need to lie. You don’t care about me.”

“Yeah.. I guess you’re right.” Taeyong weakly forced a smile on his face and when you slammed the door close, he muttered something before going back to bed.

The fresh air hit your pale face and the sounds of New York calmed you down a bit. You didn’t know where you were going, you just wanted somewhere far away.

“Where the fuck is Y/N??”

Taeyong was shaken awake by two unrecognisable people, his eyes tried to focus on their faces, but the temptation of falling asleep again was making it hard. The leader heard the same question again, he had no idea what they were talking about, you were there with him, sleeping on your own bed- oh wait you weren’t. “Why’s he not here?” The two men, who Taeyong now recognised as Renjun and Chenle, let out a sigh “That’s what we’re asking, you idiot.”

Taeyong thought about the last night, he had woken up at around 4 AM to something and had gone back to sleep- no, there had to have happened something more. He tried rewinding the memories from earlier and this time he remembered you. More specifically, he remembered you leaving to go for a.. walk?

“He.. Y/N went to get some fresh air” Taeyong recalled, “but he didn’t come back?”

For three days, Taeyong looked for you for three days. The guilt he was feeling couldn’t be described with words, it was something else. Letting you go just like that when earlier, you had been through hell. The first and worst thought that crossed Taeyong’s brain was that, you had committed suicide. That’s why he had been trying to find you like crazy. And maybe that’s why it felt like a miracle, when seeing you alive and well.

He hesitated to approach you at first. You looked so.. peaceful, he didn’t want to ruin that. Watching you just exist, the view of the Manhattan bridge slowly disappeared. It was just you and him.

“We were really worried about you y’know.” You looked up and saw Taeyong stand next to you, it was obvious that he was feeling awkward. You hummed in response, not really knowing what to say. “You said, you were only going for a walk”, the other didn’t even dare to look at you, just watch the scenery in front of him. It was silent for a while. “Do you think I’m a coward, Taeyong?” The sudden question made Taeyong look at you in confusion. “No, no absolutely not-”

“I’ve been acting like a fucking coward.” Your voice was shaky, “a-and I just ran away because I’m a stupid piece of shit who can’t take a-any responsibility!” You didn’t want to cry, not in front of Taeyong. Still the salty tears spilled from your eyes like a waterfall.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your body, it felt good. “W-what are you doing?” You tried to not sound weak, but the sniffling made it oh so hard. Taeyong thought about an answer for a moment, “comforting, I guess..?” You nodded, accepting the safety he was giving.

You two had stayed like that until you had calmed down. It was getting cold and you started making your way back home, without talking about what happened on the bridge.

As you were about to open the door to your apartment, you turned to Taeyong.

“I think I like you, but I don’t know if I can love you.”

#male reader #kpop x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #nct 127 x reader #nct x male reader #taeyong #taeyong x you #taeyong x reader #taeyong x y/n #lee taeyong #lee taeyong x reader #taeyong x male reader #gay love #lgbtq #nct 127

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tiredatiny · 1 year

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When The Moon Met The Earth

Pairing: Moon witch!Lee Minho x Male!Moon God!Reader

Genre: Acquaintances to lovers?, Hurt not really much comfort (Absolute minimal comfort), Angst and some fluff

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Supernatural elements, minor slowburn but its 5k so its not that slow, angst oml, minho is a cry baby at the end, swearing at the end, Moon witch! Minho, Elemental witch! Chan, Eclectic witch! Changbin, Divination witch! Hyunjin, Healer! Jisung, Hedge witch! Felix, Witch! Seungmin, Shifter! Jeongin, Moon god! reader, Seungmin has a bit of a breakdown and thinks hes a failure, magical violence with consequences? (It was unintentional violence), hurt and basically no comfort whoops Please let me know if I missed any warnings!!

Notes: This was part of Clownrachas monthly prompts from october! (Very delayed i know) enjoy and if you have feed back id love to hear it!!

Tag list: @snow-pegasus, @wooyussy, @brownieracha

Having the god of the moon in your home was an odd experience and not one many would experience. Minho was sure of that at least. What he wasn’t sure about was how he felt having you watch his every single move. He hadn’t meant to summon you that night; what was supposed to be a simple blessing and offering ritual turned into having the physical manifestation of the moon watching him as he worked his way around the kitchen, spoons stirring pots on their own and herbs flying across the kitchen as Minho used his magic to bring them over. “You have a lovely home, Minho” You mused as you wandered around, opening cupboards and taking a peek as you saw fit.

“Don’t touch anything, please” Minho replied, voice echoing in the cabinet that he was rifling through, “Felix will have my head if his ingredients are even an inch out of place.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t touch a thing” Your eyes shimmering as they followed him, marvelling at the iridescent fabric of the skirt he wore as it flowed behind him, “It’s been so long since I’ve been down here. I’m simply a little curious.”

Minho's actions stilled “How long is ‘so long’?” He asked.

“Give or take a few millennia.” You hummed out, taking a seat on one of the bar stools next to the kitchen island. The kitchen fell into silence, the only noises coming from the stove as a pot bubbled away and the kettle next to it began to whistle. Clattering of cups caught your attention, eyes back on Minho as he placed two cups down on the counter and spooned in a few herbs.

“What are you making?” You asked, head tilted with curiosity as you tried to look around the witch.

“Chamomile tea,” Minho responded in a mumble, concentrating on making the two drinks, “It’s good for nerves.”

“But I’m not nervous?” Came your reply, confusion twitching in your brow.

“Never said you were. Besides, I’d imagine a simple herbal tea wouldn’t have much of an effect on a god” Minho sighed, placing one of the cups in front of you.

“You need not be nervous around me, dear starlight,” A soft smile blessing your features as you inhaled the sweet yet fresh scent of the tea, “You’ve been a devoted follower all these years, just like the rest of your family. Do you remember when you were younger?”

His nose scrunched, Minho couldn’t remember much of his childhood; an unfortunate mishap with a memory spell that he had tried when he was seventeen caused most of his childhood memories to disappear. The only things he could remember were important events and his family “I can’t say that I do.”

He watched as you took a sip of your tea and chuckled into the cup, the sound like gentle wind chimes in his ears “I remember the day you did that memory spell. Very unfortunate mispronunciation was your downfall with that spell, by the way-” Looking into the eyes of the other, mischief danced behind your own, “-When you were seven, your family were preparing to do a full moon ritual, you professed your love for me.”

Minho couldn’t help the scoff that tumbled from his lips “Absolutely not.”

“It's true, you know?” You grinned, “You looked up at me with such awe, turned to your family and started rambling about how much you loved me and that one day you were going to marry me. Of course, I understand at that age what childish words mean and that you only thought of me as ‘the moon’. You’ve been so devout all these years, dear starlight. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to finally come and see you in person.”

“Please, don’t call me that.” Minho frowned the cup in his hand suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world.

“As you wish,” He could hear the way your smile dropped, “I want to get to know you better, Minho. I only have until the full moon till I have to go back; please, at least grant me one wish.”

The words from your mouth shocked Minho. A god asking for a wish? How absurd “What is it?”

“Let me get to know you as more than just one of my followers,” You replied softly, “Let me get to know you as Minho. As one of your coven. I want to know you.”

The following quiet days allowed you time to meet the other members of Minho's coven; what was unusual about the coven is that there seemed to not be one true leader. Instead, the coven was made up of witches from various paths of practice. First, there was Christopher, or Chan as he asked to be called, an elemental witch with a particular affinity for fire magic. Then there was Changbin, who identified himself as an eclectic witch, choosing to incorporate his magic into more mundane tasks such as working out or in his music instead of focusing solely on spells or rituals.

One evening you met Hyunjin and Felix. The two had faces that could not be easily forgotten, their high cheekbones and sharp eyes reminiscent of pixies. Having come from the same village growing up, the two knew each other very well. Hyunjin explained that while his magic was mostly utilised in divination, he would also consider himself a hedge witch much like Felix was.

As you spoke to the two, the feeling of something curling around your ankle startled you. Taking a few steps back, you looked down to meet wide black pupils and a mass of orange fur “Soonie!” Felix called out, crouching down to stroke at the cat's head. As he stroked the feline, two more cats came strolling past. You couldn’t help but wonder whose they were and where they had been the past few days; given that you hadn’t left the house at all, it was surprising you hadn’t seen them at all.

“That’s Soonie, Doongie and Dori,” Hyunjin explained, coming to stand at your side, “They’re all Minho’s but only Doongie and Dori are pets. Soonie is his familiar.”

Soonie turned away from Felix as you crouched down, padding over and sniffing at your stretched-out hand with curiosity. After a couple of seconds, the cat nuzzled its head into your hand, letting out loud purrs that rumbled through the living room. However, the moment of peace was short-lived as someone came barreling into the room, tripping on the rug and falling face-first to the ground with a loud groan causing the three felines to scatter in different directions “Oh stars! Are you okay?” You gasped out, a mortified look washing over your features.

The figure on the floor simply responded with a thumbs up in your general direction before letting his hand hit the floor limply “I think I’m just gonna lay here and die now, thanks.” They groaned out into the rug, voice muffled by the fibres.

“Please don’t. No one wants to clean up your dead body today.” Hyunjin deadpanned with crossed arms.

“That’s Jisungie. He’s our healer.” Felix explained, meeting your eyes with a grin. You could swear that his freckles sparkled under the sunlight for a split second “He’s been away on a trip that’s why you haven’t met him yet.”

“Trust me, with how loud he is, you’ll never not know where he is at any given moment,” Hyunjin spoke up, you could see his eyes roll from where he now sat on the sofa.

“Han Jisung, if you do not pick yourself up from that floor right now. So help me, gods, I will come in there!” An all too familiar tingle ran up your arms and down your spine at the yelling of Minho. Even though he had referenced multiple gods, he only ever honoured you in his practice; the link that this had created over time made you all too aware of whenever he called upon a god.

“We don’t need any more god's help if we already have one with us though.” A new voice chirped from the doorway. Looking up, you saw that it was Jeongin. You had met him the same day that you had asked to get to know Minho better. Granted, it wasn't a normal introduction, especially when a fox suddenly jumps up in your lap and then jumps back down with a squeak after finally looking up at who he had jumped on. That’s how you learnt that Jeongin was not a witch but instead a shifter, welcomed into the coven just as equally as the rest were despite not being of the same magical affinity.

Just over Jeongins shoulder, you could make out the face of the last member of the coven, Seungmin. Despite most witches his age having come to find their speciality, he had not. His magic was abundant, to the point anyone could feel it radiating off his body in waves, but it seemed to never get used outside of helping his fellow coven members with simple spells and rituals. Despite his neutral face whenever asked about his magic speciality, it was easy to tell that it was becoming harder and harder to talk about; the frustration mixing into his aura daily slowly beginning to unsettle your brain. This had already planted seeds of ideas into your brain, all you needed to do was find a way to initiate the plan that began to formulate “Seungmin,” Your words silencing the hubbub of the room, “Can I talk to you? Alone possibly?”

“Me?” Seungmins' features scrunched as he pointed to himself. You nodded in response and headed in the direction of the kitchen,

Seungmin almost tripping over his feet as he hurried to follow. Seungmin couldn’t help the way his hands gripped together and twisted in anxiety as he stood in front of you; the silence in the room was thick and suffocating “Seungmin, it is to my understanding that you don’t have a particular path of magic that you follow, right?” You began, watching as the other's head dipped in what seemed like shame, “There’s nothing wrong with not knowing your path at this age. I’ve known many followers of mine to only discover their path later in life. Most come to their powers naturally but I can feel the distress that this situation causes you. I want to help you.”

The young witch's head shot up in shock, his hands stilling their anxious actions “Help me?” His voice was quiet.

“Yes. Your magical energy is abundant and waiting to find its release and I’m hoping that, with my own powers and influence, I can help you.” You hummed in response, hand coming up with a delicate twirl. Seungmin watched in awe as white mist formed around it before shooting off around the room then dashing up to hit the ceiling; his jaw-dropping further as a starry scene took over the top of the room, the temperature dropping slightly.

“I- I don-” He started.

“Absolutely not.” A voice cut in from the doorway. You watched with a neutral expression as Minho stormed past his coven mate and into your personal space, anger flaring behind his eyes “You of all people should know that a witch's path is their own to find!”

“Minho, do you not understand the distress this causes Seungmin?” You quizzed, watching as the youngers head dipped again to avoid Minho's gaze, “I only want to help him, I’m not here to interfere with the path that he begins on.”

Minho could only let out a low sigh, he hadn’t realised that Seungmin would feel so upset about not having a path. He prided himself on being able to take care of all of his coven members but he had failed to miss this one small detail. How? “Fine,” He eventually murmured, “But I have to be there for anything you try. I don’t want him to go through this alone.”

The next day came the first attempt at trying to find Seungmin's path. You, Seungmin, Minho and Felix had gone out earlier in the day to collect some herbs and other medicinal plants, planning to create various concoctions and baked goods with what had been harvested; it was certainly interesting to watch the way Felix interacted with the nature that surrounded the covens home. The witch would take his time harvesting, leaving offerings and thanks after asking the earth permission to harvest its abundant goods. The forest seemed to sway with gentle winds and life as he laughed at a joke that Seungmin made, the rays that escaped through the canopy making the hedge witch's skin glow. With the way he interacted with nature and it responded, you could tell that mother nature favoured him and offered him her support wherever he went.

Eventually, as the sun began to burn in the afternoon hours, the kitchen filled with life. The counters were covered with various herbs and the smell of yeast began to fill the air as Felix and Seungmin focused on making dough, the two taking turns kneading when the other got tired “Hmmmm, I think it needs more flour?” Seungmin pondered, lifting his dough-clad hands from the bowl.

Felix looked into the bowl and then to Seugmins hands and let out a small huffed laugh “I think so too” He grinned, “Hey, Min? Could you grab the flour? My hands are kinda sticky so I don’t wanna get it all over the cupboard”

Minho ventured in the direction of the cupboard he knew was Felixes, rummaging through the plentiful ingredients as he tried to find the sack of flour “Felix, how many ingredients do you need in one cupboard?” Minho grunted out, his voice lilted with a teasing tone.

“Hey! You can never-” Felix cut himself off with a yelp, “Seungmin!” Minho closed the cupboard door and turned to find the two younger witches wrestling each other, Felixs’ cheeks covered in sticky dough and Seungmin grinning like a fool as he tried to get more over his coven mate's face.

“You two are unbelievable,” Minho sighed, placing the flour on the kitchen island in front of the two bickering males, “This bread will never be made if you keep it like this.” This caused the two to split with shy grins on their faces, though Seungmins held a more gloating look as he preened at his win. Minho's eyes flitted to your form, your shoulders shook gently as you tried to hide your laughter behind your hands.

“Come here Felix, let’s clean you up.” Your voice was warm as you made your way towards him with a cloth in hand. Minho watched as you wiped at the youngers cheek with a gentle touch, his eyes softening when he saw the gentle gaze your eyes held “There, all clean!” You grinned, ruffling at Felixs’ hair. Minho didn’t miss the way that Felix's head tilted into your touch, his heart warming at the sight of the interaction.

“Uhm… Moon?” Seungmin said, “You have flour on your nose.” Your face contorted in surprise, nose scrunching and wiggling as if you were trying to get it off. Felix and Seungmin couldn’t help the boisterous laughter that left them as they watched you go cross-eyed trying to look at the offending flour. Minho let out a soft huff before making his way around the island and towards you, thumbing the flour off your nose when you turned to him.

“There, it's gone,” Minho said, grinning at the surprise in your eyes, “Now, can we get back to the bread? We’re supposed to be helping Seungmin see if he’s a hedge witch you know?”

“Oh yeah! The flour, could you pass it over here, Moon?” Felix asked, grin never leaving his cheeks as he watched you move the flour across the counter. The baking continued with a warm hum, the kitchen buzzing with Felix’s magic; soon enough, the bread made its way into the oven and the kitchen was in the process of being cleaned.

“Hey, Moon?” Felix called out across the room

“Hm? Yes?”

“Do you have a name? It feels weird to just call you moon even though you are the moon, you know?”

“I haven’t had a name in a while…” You pondered in response, “How about you pick one for me?” Felix let out a noise at this, muttering to himself as he thought through all of the options his brain could create.

The room sat in silence for what felt like hours before someone spoke up “What about Y/n?” Minho’s voice was small as if he didn’t want to be heard.

You paused, eyes studying the moon witches form with a tender look “Y/n…” You tested, “I like it. Thank you, Minho.”

When the first attempt at finding Seungmins path came up fruitless, you moved to Hyunjin. Divination was a common aspect of many witches' paths but some, like Hyunjin, excelled in it. That's how you found yourself in a small room that was tucked away in the back of the coven's home; the room had no windows and relied on candlelight to light the space. The hardwood floor was covered with various rugs, cushions and blankets. In the centre of the room was a round low table, atop it sat a teapot and four cups with loose-leaf tea in them. “You know, when you said we’d be reading tea today, I imagined it would be Seungmin only.” Minho huffed as he took a seat next to the table.

“Just because my tarot cards told you the truth that you didn’t want to hear that one time, doesn’t mean you can be grumpy every time it comes to divination,” Hyunjin quipped while rolling his eyes “Besides, I think it will be fun to see what happens since it's been a while since I’ve done this with any of the coven.”

“I think this will be rather interesting.” You spoke up watching as Seungmin nodded in agreement.

Hyunjin grinned “You’re outnumbered Mr.grumpy gills. Now, let's read!” Hyunjin took his time explaining the steps that would occur as he poured out the hot water into the cups, taking his time to pour with intention. The four of you conversed as the tea steeped, Hyunjin eagerly recalling the story of Minhos tarot reading when you asked about it. Soon enough, the tea had steeped long enough and Hyunjin explained the steps once more, making sure to watch over the other two witches and make sure that everything was done correctly. Once the teacups had been flipped back over, Hyunjin peered into each of the cups, murmuring softly to himself but his face never budging from a neutral expression “Okay, Seungminnie we’ll start with you,” Hyunjin spoke up, clasping his hands together gently,

“What symbols can you see in your cup?”

The younger witches brow furrowed as he glanced into his cup, squinting at the leaves “I mean, not much?” His lips pursed in a thin line, “This one at the bottom kinda looks like a star? But other than that, none of this makes sense to me. I can’t even feel a stir in my magic right now”

Hyunjin hummed in response “That’s alright, divination may not be your path but the leaves still tell me a lot,” Hyunjin grabbed the youngers up and began explaining what he saw “You were right about the star at the bottom and at the top here you can see an axe. Things are looking good for you, Seungie”

“That’s amazing,” A smile took over your face, your voice calling attention to you, “You really are an amazing witch Hyunjin. Do you think you can see anything in my cup?” Hyunjin grinned at your praise, pink dusting his cheeks as he reached over and took your cup. The room was silent for a moment, breaths held as you all watched his brow furrow and how his eyes darted around the ceramic “Is everything alright?”

Hyunjins head snapped up as if he had been pulled from a trance “Y-yeah! Everythings fine, it’s perfect even,” he stuttered, “Your leaves are all at the top of the cup, which confused me a little but there’s nothing bad at least” You could feel the soar in the witches magic, a grimace taking place on your face for a fleeting moment before you smiled once more.

“I’m glad to hear that” You spoke softly, taking the cup out of Hyunjins shaking hands. Hyunjin could feel the warm pulse of your magic flow from his hands and wash over his shoulders, you had to know what was in that cup, there’s no way you didn’t. The witches eyes locked with yours, a small pleading look behind his own eyes as he glanced over at Minho and Seungmin and then back to you; your own eyes held a gentle sorrow as you subtly shook your head at him. He let out a soft sigh as he pulled his hands back, now reaching for the moon witches cup.

“Before you start, I don’t want to know what anything in that cup means” Minho grumbled, his eyes darting to your form, not missing the interaction that you had just had with Hyunjin, “Just read it and tell me what you see.” It wasn’t that Minho didn’t want to know, in fact, he already knew what his cup meant; he’d rather not acknowledge the truth that the leaves held for him.

“Well, I can see a few things.” Hyunjin started, “A broken wheel, an umbrella, rain and a question mark to name a few. Jeez…”

“Maybe it’s best if we stop?” Seungmin cut in, voice strained, feeling the rising tension in the room.

Murmur's agreement filled the room “There’s still some bread and other bakes from the other day, maybe we should have some?” You suggested, “Help take our minds off of things for now”

“This already feels like a terrible idea” Seungmins tone was nervous as he stood in front of the lit bonfire, “If I was an elemental witch, surely I would have figured that out by now?”

“Don’t be silly, Seungmin” Chan grinned as he shook his hand to put out the fire that lit the tips of his fingers, “I didn’t figure it out till I was twenty so there’s nothing out of the ordinary about it.”

“Still. I don’t think trying to control literal fire is the best way to go about this!” the younger witch exclaimed, emphasizing the words ‘literal fire’, “Maybe water would be easier to start with? or maybe even earth?”

Chan looked as if he was sulking “You and I both know that’s a terrible idea when I’m around”

“If worse come to worse, we can always seek out elemental witches outside of the coven” Your voice piped up from next to the bonfire,

“Being an elemental witch is another one that takes time due to how many elements there are”

“Hey! This’ll work, I know it!” Chan pouted.

“It’s best not to get Seungmins hopes up Chan,” Minho hissed in the elemental witches ear, “We spoke about this.”

Chan muttered a small apology before going back to the bonfire, the flames leaning towards him as if they were trying to hug the elemental witch. His hands waved over the fire, the flames turning a darker red instantly “The cooler flames are easier to control if it's your first time,” Chan began explaining, “You have to connect with it, feel the bond between the flame and your own inner flame. The fire will be attracted to your magic, let it get a sense of you first before trying to control it.”

You could see the hesitance on Seungmins face, his hands wringing together with anxiety; a habit he couldn’t seem to kick “Maybe, we should have started with a smaller flame?” You suggested, unsure of how this situation would turn out, “A bonfire is rather… much.”

“You don’t have to do this today, Seungmin,” Minho added, his voice softened by the tension.

“N-No, it’s fine! I got this” Seungmins tone was shaky at best, “It’ll be fine!”

It wasn't fine.

The moment that Seungmin had felt the flames' warmth under his hand, the flame spat ashes and embers at him; the young witch recoiling and falling to the ground with a rapidly approaching flame headed towards him. All he could do was watch in horror as he scrambled backwards.

“Chan do something!” Minho yelled out, panic racking through his bones as he ran towards Seungmin, “Fucking do something, you dunce!”

“I’m trying!” Chan grunted back, eyes aflame, “It’s outside of the boundary I set for it. It has to be extinguished!”

“What do you think I’m trying to do, Christopher?” Minho hissed, trying to snub out the flame with his foot.

Having heard and then seen the chaos that was occurring outside, it was no surprise when Felix came running over with a bucket of water; quickly extinguishing the flame, breath heaving from how fast he had run over “Are you guys alright?”

No one responded, the air thick and reeking of tension. Your heart was racing from anxiety and shame, you could have done something and didn’t “I think-”

“This is all your fault!” Minho cut in, having appeared in front of you, “I should have never let you do this to Seungmin. He could have died!”

“Minho, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He seethed, pushing you back with force, “I could have lost a coven mate and for what? Yet another failed attempt at finding his path?”

“Min-”

“Don’t! You of all people should know better than this! To think I was letting you in and-”

“Stop it! Just stop!” Seungmin cried out, now standing on trembling legs, “I get it- I’m the one failure in this coven because I don’t have a path!” Everyone stilled, no one moving even an inch. You watched as the young witch hugged and curled in on himself; shaking shoulders warning you of the impending tears.

“Seungmin…” You breathed out, taking a small step towards him only to be met with an arm. Minho blocking your way.

“Don’t even think about going near him” He gritted out, “You’ve done enough damage already.”

“Minho can you not see-” your words fell on deaf ears.

“Just be quiet! Both of you!” Seungmins hands were now covering his ears in an attempt to block out all of the yelling, “I swear on the moon if you two don't shut up, I’ll make you!” Everything seemed to slow at that moment; from Seungmins outburst of yelling and power to the cold feeling of magic that hit you square in the back after shifting places with Minho. Seungmin was once again on the floor, curled in on himself with black swirling masses surrounding him in a protective circle.

Minho couldn’t help the way that his jaw dropped open “W-What?” He stammered out, not attempting to move your hand that now lay on his shoulder, “Seungmin?”

You looked at the moon witch then at the younger witch on the floor and sighed “So it seems he does have a path after all” You grimaced, a shudder filling your body.

“What is it?” Minho asked, his voice now meek and shaken.

“That, starlight, is black matter-” making your way over to the black voids and holding a hand out to it “-It seems that your dear Seungmin is a cosmic witch.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“When handled correctly, it’s not” You let out a shaky laugh, “This explains why his magical energy was so abundant. In order for it to leave, he needs to calm down and settle his energy.”

The moon witch shook his head, trying to break the haze of shock that glazed over his brain “How do we do that?” His hands wringing together. Huh. So that’s where Seungmin got it from.

You pulled your hand back from the black matter, noticing the faint translucent greying at the tips of your fingers that was moving to creep up your hands. Looking down, you were greeted with a similar sight licking at your ankles “Well, it seems he got most of the energy out when he shot out his magic at us to protect himself. So, it shouldn’t be hard to do” You gave Minho a tight-lipped smile, watching as his eyes widened as they fell to look at your rapidly disappearing hand.

“W-Wait. What’s happening? What do you mean he shot at us? What’s wrong with your hand?” Minho's questions came at you rapid fire, your lack of answers doing nothing to quell his anxieties.

“Looks like I have to leave a little early, starlight” Your words were soft, so soft but swimming with sorrow.

“Leave? What- No!” The moon witch exclaimed, grimacing at the way his hands shook and the lump in his throat refused to go away “You can’t! I’ve only just-” He sucked in a breath of air “-Just started to know you. To care for you. To love you! You can’t…”

“Oh, starlight…” Your voice was soft, threatening to shake with tears

“You have to stay, please!” Tears started to flow down the moon witches face with no sign of stopping any time soon, “Please, please, please just stay…”

“Don’t worry, my dear starlight. I’ll tell the stars all about you. ”

A stuttered breath fell from Minho's tear-wet lips “You can’t go, not now. It’s not fair!” His hands grasping at the front of your shirt, the wrinkles deep with hidden pain.

“Life is not always fair.” your voice was soft. Minho let out another soft sob as he met eyes with your glistening ones, leaning his head into your faint hands as they came to cup at his cheeks. He could feel the way you wiped at his never-ending tears, your touch as gentle as the comforting words you murmured out; not that Minho could hear them, his head full of white noise and a dull thudding from trying to catch his breath.

Suddenly, he pushed forwards into your arms, head coming to the crook of your neck and arms now around your torso. Your hands stilled in the air for a moment before coming to wrap around the witch, one hand rubbing at his back and the other resting on his head. Even though they weren’t visible, you could still feel Minho's shuddering back. Looking up at the star-clad sky, you couldn’t help but sigh “It’s time for me to go, dear starlight”

“Please… No…” Minho's voice was weak now, all of his pent-up energy gone, spent on tears.

“I don’t have long my starlight, so let me say this” You breathed out, your own eyes shimmering when the moon witch lifted his head to look at you, “You’ve always been more than just a follower to me and being here has only developed my feelings towards you more. While I admit, I originally wanted them to stay solely platonic. I think we’ve both found ourselves a little deeper than we thought we would end up. Fate played her hand for us-”

“If fate was involved she’d let you stay!” Minho sobbed out, a fresh stream of tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Fate works in so many ways, starlight.” You murmured out, “Just as it was fate that you summoned me. It’s fate that I have to return early”

“Please… Don’t go.” Minho was now whimpering, “You can’t. I’m your starlight. You said it yourself”

“Yes, you are. Just as I am yours and always will be”

“My moon” Minho tested, his voice a little less shaken. His hand coming to cup at your cheek.

“Your moon” You confirmed, tilting your head into his hand. The next few minutes flew by in seconds. One minute you could feel Minho's lips on your own and then the next they were gone.

Minho could only stare into the empty space in front of him, hands grasping to a form that was no longer there.

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