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when we twisted shadows back into stars.

↳ lee minho x f!reader

he's coming for all the monsters that touched his past. you're coming for those who twisted your stars into shadows. they turned your lives into a nightmare, and you're going to be theirs.

length. 15.3k

genre. men in black!au, sci-fi, ANGST, crack, fluff, dumb and dumber go on a secret mission

warnings/tags. language, death and mentions of death, violence, mention of sexual abuse, substance use, mention of sex

networks. @kflixnet

notes. first of all, 25° celsius is 77 fahrenheit for my american besties. second, Y stands for whatever your initial is and M is for minho. third, a neuralyzer is, and i quote: an object that has the ability to wipe the mind of anybody who sees the flash via isolating and editing certain electronic impulses related to memory.

and last but not least, i want to kiss this fic on the forehead and tell her to be good and make me proud because she is the longest thing i've ever written.

(as always, big thanks to my bff who always finds the time to read every dumb thing i write)

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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'Agent M: the tragic back-story of a true international hero’

'Most eligible bachelor: Agent M doesn't need a partner on the job, but maybe in his life...?'

'The Agency's Golden Boy saves the world once again: what happened in Helsinki'

Your eyes skim over the countless framed magazine covers on the walls as you are swiftly conducted down a long and sterile white corridor.

The man in front of you hasn't spoken a word for the whole trip, but from time to time, he turns around to see if you're still following him and throws you dirty looks that make you speed up the pace each time.

You're nervous. You're nervous because you're right and after so many years of trying to prove it, you're scared everything is going to vanish from right in front of your eyes, leaving you with the aftermath of your wasted time and promises you can't keep. Leaving you with nothing.

She spoke of horrible things. Wars, the Apocalypse, things that would usually disturb an adult, not to mention a child.

But still, you listened carefully to every word, trying to understand the meaning behind her ramblings, behind the fear that was perennially carved in her languid eyes. Eyes that had once comforted you through your nightmares.

Her last words to you — in the baby blue room of the nursing home in which your father had placed her after she had tried to attack you and then kill herself with an old letter opener — were that she was sorry. Sorry that you didn't believe her, sorry that she was leaving you to fend alone in a world full of dangers, sorry that she couldn't be there to help you understand.

After that, you had felt the need to trust her, the need to justify her actions.

After that, till 24 hours ago you had been desperately searching for something that most likely didn't exist.

By a twist of fate, they came looking for you.

Well, maybe they didn't exactly come looking for you. Let's say you ran away from the problems you intentionally created, and they chased after you for three months before they cornered you... and caught you... and offered you a job...?

The important thing is that you're here now. You can do what you came to do: find who or what made your mother go mad, find who consumed her. Find the culprit, and get revenge. On everyone, even on the Agency that stood watching while your family slowly disintegrated before your powerless eyes.

You wipe your sweaty hands on the sleek, black Agency-issued dress suit, as the big man with an evident balding spot on the back of his head that impressively reflects the white neon lights, abruptly stops before a big fancy wooden door that feels completely out of place in the hospital-like setting.

"Wait here," with a voice that is uncharacteristically high for his build, the man turns on his heels and stomps away, giving you one last glare.

Right...

You stand very awkwardly in the middle of the deserted corridor, intensely staring at the door from which you can faintly hear a conversation taking place.

"...you have to understand... not my decision... the higher-ups".

"... they adore me... a change of plans... should not be so hard?"

A robotic voice calls your code name, startling you. "Agent Y, entry please"

The door automatically opens right when a scream of indignation leaves the room you're about to enter.

As you hesitantly step in, two pairs of eyes fix on you; one is slightly apologetic, and the other wants to kill you and dance on your grave.

The man who you've never seen but has clearly some issues with you, straight up pretends you're not there and angrily bangs his hand on the polished desk that stands as a barrier between his dramatic rage and the little chubby man that looks like he's about to have a heart attack.

"Don't waste my time and your breath and explain in simple words why I'm being assigned to this mission. Everyone knows I work alone. You know I work alone! I don't do partners", he spats out the last part, giving you a side-eye that makes you stare at him, at a loss for words and admittedly a little angry.

What is this guy's problem?

He's not very tall, but his menacing aura makes him look like a real threat. His perfectly ironed black suit hugs him in all the right places, his tie is loose, and he's replaced the standard dress shoes with heavy jet black stompers that are oh so ready to step on you, judging by the way he's looking at you right now. And his hair is purple.

Perfect color to go unnoticed.

"Agent M, please calm down there's no need t-," the little man stops mid-sentence at the other's expression of fury.

With a big breath and a nervous look directed at you, he starts again, anxiously fidgeting with a pin on his jacket that clearly states 'AGENT D' in small black letters.

"M, listen. Like I said it was not my decision at all," he mumbles, looking everywhere but at the man fuming in front of him. “They called this morning- no, not they, he called this morning explicitly asking for you to take this case, and-and I know you work alone, ‘fly solo’, how you young people say no?” he looks at you for confirmation but his attempts to lighten the mood miserably fail, resulting in awkward silence.

Agent D clears his throat. "Anyway, I -I tried to reason with him, reminding him that you are a prodigy, right? And-and that you don't need anyone, but he told me that if you were to complain, I had to ignore you and introduce you to our new Agent-"

"New Agen- you're telling me he paired me up with a rookie!? What the hell D!," his eyebrows raise to the roof with an exasperated expression that is almost comical.

"I'm gonna talk to him. But next time, D grow some balls and stand your ground, for fuck’s sake,” he storms out of the office, and you find yourself following him, offended and a little hurt.

"You know, your behavior makes for a very uncomfortable workspace", your voice is breathy from almost running beside him to match his stride.

"It happens, rookie, get used to it. Now stop following me"

"Stop calling me rookie like you're so much better than me and slow down."

He suddenly halts in front of a simple black door, and you have to brace yourself to the wall to not collide with his back.

He turns to you, towering over your frame and looking you straight in the eyes.

"The fact is, rookie," he smirks as if he already knows everything about you, "that I am better than you. In fact, I'm on an entirely superior level you'll never reach, and that's why I and any other sane agent in this massive building would rather get neuralyzed than be paired up with you,” he mockingly boops your nose as he whispers the last part.

He opens the door and you're left with your rising anger, scrambling for an acceptable answer.

"Now, if you please… I have to go kiss my boss' ass and get rid of you. It was not a pleasure to meet you, and I don't want to see you in front of my apartment's door when I come back."

He's already walking away when you manage to shout at his back the smartest thing you can manage.

"Fuck you!"

"Byee!", he doesn't turn as he waves his hands at you.

Lost in the indecent amount of desire you have to just run and tackle him to the ground, you almost miss how the black door is left slightly open. Just for you.

If curiosity killed the cat, the amount of joy you're about to savor by doing something horribly petty and childish to the apartment of a colleague who’s most likely gonna kill you is going to bring it back.

Or so you hope.

His living space in the Agency is exactly what you would expect from a person like him: pristine stainless-steel walls, devoid of any ornament except for a framed photo of a cat-like being with more or less eight legs, a big futuristic white couch that is most definitely not Ikea with gray pillows neatly positioned, little ground lights that emit a soft neon-blue hue, and a huge mirror that makes the place look ten times bigger.

Twenty minutes have passed, and as you're looking around, you can't help but be terribly curious about this man's life.

An agent so young yet so highly respected in a business that's not exactly normal should expect to raise some eyes here and there, no?

Did he ace the aptitude test on the first try? Was he recruited because he had some special abilities? Maybe he did parkour or something like that, that's why they took him in. Was he a runaway just like you? Lost, desperately looking for something, willing to do everything to reach his goal?

Before trying to get noticed by MiB in your own illegal ways, you did your research. You studied everyone: from the clumsy and weak HR chief — Agent D — to the responsible but hardly ever seen around, founder of the Agency — Alpha.

You managed to find something on everyone because despite it being a secret organization, it had very hackable systems. At least for you.

You found something on everyone except for the frustratingly mysterious Agent M, on whom you still have nothing. Not a failed mission report, not a past slip up, not an old Facebook account created against his parent's will when he was 9, not even a birth certificate.

He was a ghost, and something deep inside you made you empathize with him. He was running from his past, and you desperately wished to tell this unknown man that you knew how hard he was fighting to remain intact, to not crumble to the ground under the weight of his desolation.

This, of course, was all before you met the man who's really just a raging asshole.

"Hey, man I was thinki-"

A scream tears itself from your throat when a voice speaks from behind you, and your fist reacts before your brain can process what's happening, punching the unfortunate figure that emerges from the dark hallway, right in the face.

"Ow-WHAT THE FUCK! That fucking hurt, what the hell!", the stranger is kneeling on the ground, hands holding his nose, and you can see his eyes starting to water.

"You scared the shit out of me! What was I supposed to do!?"

"What were you supposed- w-who even are you," he cries, you don't know if it's because of the punch or because he's not understanding anything at all. "And where the hell is Minho!?"

"Who is Minho? I don't know what you're talking about.” You ask him, not letting your guard down.

The door of the apartment opens, revealing a perplexed Agent M, with his suit jacket in his left hand and a pastel green manila folder in the other. His loosened tie and his ruffled shirt make him look more tired than he probably is.

"What is happening here? Agent J, why on earth would you let her in?", he questions the man as one would do in an interrogation.

"Why would I let her- I didn't let her in. She just punched me in the face, and you're getting mad at me?!", his incredulous mumbles culminating with a loud whine.

Agent M's hard eyes turn on you. "Didn't I kick you out already?"

"Yes, but-"

"No. Out.", he passes you to go take off his shoes.

"Who is Minho?", you manage to ask before he can say something else.

You can see his shoulders tense, and with a big breath, without turning, you hear him address the man who is still on the floor, cradling his face.

"Han, I know I told you I don't care if you call me that, but can you please stop giving my name away to everyone you meet? The whole point of code names is that they hide your identity from strangers, you know?"

"But you just said mine!"

"It's called revenge, now this," he walks towards you and without mercy, shoves you out of his apartment, "is Agent Y. She was just leaving."

The door shuts loudly behind you, leaving you alone. In a long corridor. Again.

"What am I supposed to do now, uh?!", your voice is full of frustration as you bang a fist on the wall.

Silence.

Before you move the first step to find your room for the night, the manila folder M had in his hands slides under the door, and an annoyed voice mutters words you weren't sure you were going to hear.

"The mission starts tomorrow. Be ready."

"Unlimited technology from the whole Universe, a multi-billionaire Agency and we had to cruise around in Economy?", your tone is skeptical as you start retrieving your light luggage full of gadgets that somehow passed the security scanners, from under your skimpy seat.

The man beside you, who had begged- no demanded to take the window seat, looks at you, disgusted, "I'm sorry this was not to your liking, you ungrateful child. With such short notice Han had to improvise a little."

Ah, Han. After your little... encounter last night, you and Agent J or, like he expressly wants to be called, Jisung bonded over an early morning roast session of your common acquaintance, the one and only Agent M or, like he expressly doesn't want to be called, Minho.

Turns out Han is the most easy-going and funny guy you've met in a long time, and it makes you feel more sorry than you already are to have punched him straight in the face before he could even say a word.

"I was just saying... don't need to be so hostile. Maybe if you relaxed a little," you shift in your seat, trying to find your seatbelt, "you could find out you actually like being happy, and you could start behaving like a decent human being towards me you know? Think about that Minho..."

"First, don't ever use my name. Ever. Second, I will never relax till I have to take you around with me," he rants, looking out of the window to the ground that is rapidly approaching.

You scrunch your eyes closed and hold up a hand right in front of his face. "Whatever, Minho, talk to the hand,” you say as a yawn escapes your mouth.

You're so tired. You're tired because as soon as you boarded the plane, a baby two seats behind you started crying, all your plans to sleep during the flight got thrown out of the window, and you swear you heard him smirking from beside you like it was some kind of personal victory.

And so, for the whole trip, you have been staring at the back of the seat in front of you, wondering what you have done to deserve this treatment, and watching, staring shocked at the figure beside you that didn't seem to have any problem sleeping amidst the chaos.

Since you can't, for the life of you, stand the awkward, long silence that's fallen between the two of you any longer before the plane touches the ground, you find yourself initiating a desperate conversation with the last person you want to talk to.

"What did he tell you?", you ask, trying to make yourself heard over the obnoxious kid in the back and successfully earning a dramatic exhausted sigh from the man beside you.

He stretches as far as possible on the narrow seat and throws you an annoyed glare. "What did who tell me?"

"The... boss? I don't know his code name."

"Alpha. He's one of the founders of MiB." The imperceptible fondness with which he says his name throws you off a little. You let your head wonder what the relationship between the two is, but your neutral expression is immediately put back in place.

"Yeah, him. What did he tell you to convince you to be here now? You know, with all the 'i don't do partners' stuff."

"Why you wanna know?"

"I'm just curious, and it's not like I have anything else to do."

He looks at you weirdly.

Minho knows his assignment very well. He knows he shouldn't trust you, and he's not about to get played by your stupid little questions.

"He told me it is a very important mission and that he wants me to teach you how to do your job properly." You can feel him studying you, analyzing you as he speaks, and something about it feels off. You can't pinpoint what though.

"That's it?"

"Yes, that's it. What did you expect uh?"

"Me? No, nothing… Well, maybe something more inter-"

"Why are you here Agent Y?", he interrupts you, and you can feel the atmosphere shift slightly.

Maybe it's the altitude?

You know what he means. Of course you know what he means, but you try to play it off cluelessly, relying on the fake and hopefully well structured image you're going to adopt with him. "I'm here for the mission. We're both her-"

"Why are you here, Y."

Why is he asking these things all of a sudden? Isn't he the 'don't call me by my real name, or i will self-combust' guy?

"I-", you think about what you could say to not sound too suspicious, and you opt for the closest thing to the truth.

"I- you know when we're kids, right?”, you look at him expectantly.

“Before we're taught how to think and what to believe? Before that, our hearts, and maybe our sixth sense too, tell us there's something else out there, something different." Your eyes wander around to the other passengers, avoiding his searching gaze.

As absurd as it seems, you've been carrying this thought inside of your head for years, and having a real person here to listen is almost freeing.

"Now, I know what my mother's eyes saw, I know what I saw. Tell me what I'm supposed to do. What I'm supposed to believe.", you don't know if he hears the last bit because it's almost above a whisper, "I want to save those who can still be saved."

He observes you with expressionless eyes that seem to hide something more and lays back on the seat that's too small for his frame.

"Are you not going to say anything?"

What the fuck? You just told him something personal and profound, and he doesn't even look at you for more than five seconds?

"I'm still trying to wake up, I need silence." He closes his eyes and pulls out of his ears some kind of earbud.

"Silen- a baby has been crying for the whole trip. How did you even sleep that much?" you ask, half-curious half-frustrated.

"Noise-canceling buds from the Agency. A real deal I'm telling you", he waves the two buds in the air before putting them back in his luggage.

"Wha- and couldn't you have told me earlier about this?", you slap his shoulder without realizing.

On his mouth grows a mocking smirk that's maybe the closest thing to a genuine smile you'll ever see him doing, and the dangerous conversation unanimously ends there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Rome Airport. Local time is 11:04 pm, and the temperature is 25°. For your safety and comfort, please-"

M taps you twice on the shoulder to signal you have to get up. "Come on, we have somewhere to be."

"Ah, about that, you only told me- no, kidding, you haven't told me anything about the mission. I mean, I don't even know why we're in Rome and-", you stop dead in your tracks because, oh my god did you just follow a complete and possibly dangerous stranger in another country without asking for information beforehand?! Embarrassing.

He's navigating ahead of you through the crowded airport, and you have the sudden urge to put him on a leash to avoid having to look around for him like a lost puppy.

"I'm sorry, why did you think I gave you the folder yesterday? As a peace offering? So you could doodle on it if you were suddenly bored?"

"I was tired, okay?! You kept me guessing all night, and I figured you would have briefed me in the morning or something!"

"You figured wrong." He looks at his watch as if he's waiting for something, his sunglasses on even if it's dark outside.

"Don't be rude Minho, come on, I kno-"

He stiffens at you saying his name so freely. "We're going to meet some friends who can give us some information about what we need to retrieve."

"And what we need to retrieve is...?"

He impatiently taps his foot on the sidewalk. "A weapon. It's a weapon rookie, now stop asking questions."

A beat of silence then a loud black SUV stops right in front of you, and M signals it's your ride.

As you're entering before him, you don't miss the occasion to tease him.

"I'm happy for you, M! Didn't think you had friends, congratulations!"

With a push from behind, you fall messily in the car, and he mumbles a 'shut up' that it's more an 'if you embarrass me in front of the people I know I will personally see to find you a one-way ticket for another planet'.

The fact that Minho had friends was already shocking as it was, but that he had friends that were rich as fuck and literal princes of another planet? Scandalous.

When he told you his friend was hosting a private party near the center of Rome, you thought of a tea room full of distinguished gentlemen with monocles and luscious mustaches.

What you absolutely did not consider was that Minho was maybe two years older than you and had friends his age who were young, horny, and ready to party in a huge penthouse right in front of the Colosseo.

"Do you like the music?!", Changbin screams in your ear to top the loud bass of the song.

He's one of Minho's connections, and you've been entrusted to him the moment the two of you stepped out of the private elevator and into the sea of people.

His hair is dyed a bright red, but you swear they've been slowly changing color from when he started talking to you, and you can't understand how or why.

"Yeah!", you scream back, nodding a little too enthusiastically to make sure he understands.

"Doesn't look like it!"

"I'm sorry! I've never been to a party this big! Fuck, I've never been to a party at all, so I feel a bit awkward...?!"

He looks at you weirdly, his eyes a little sympathetic, before shaking his head and screaming again. "Oh, that's totally okay, don't worry! If you want I can give you something to help you get loose a bit! Something from my home!"

"You mean... drugs?", you whisper the last word, but you're sure he understands from the way his smile widens and his eyes twinkle with mischief.

"Well, on my planet it's just an antidepressant, but for others it feels different! You should give it a try! What's the worst that could happen?!", he thrusts a candy-looking pill in your direction, hair now a bright green.

The worst that could happen is very obvious, but you think of Minho, who's left you here, alone while he speaks with his other friend like he's babysitting you, like you're just a burden and not his partner, and Changbin needs little to no persuasion to convince you to take the pill.

From that point on, everything gets better and a little blurry, but you don't care because you feel fantastic.

Fuck M and his superiority complex.

You're singing along to songs you don't know the words to, you're happy, you're laughing with beautiful strangers with long tails that curl around your calf, and most importantly, you're dancing on a table without a care in the world, people hyping you up from around and you feel adored.

Minho snaps his head to the closed door of the office when he hears the already loud voices of the crowd shout in appreciation.

Chan's amused voice comes from the reclinable chair behind the glass desk. "Don't worry, every now and then they get these flashes of euphoria. Go on, please"

With a scoff, Minho starts again. "Yeah, so I need information on this weapon: a shape, a location, anything really," he passes a stressed hand through his bright purple hair.

"Alpha, made it clear that it's urgent, actually I don't think I've ever seen the man looking this nervous for a mission."

"Alpha has reasons that we mere mortals can't even begin to comprehend," Chan's tone is ironic, but both Agents know it's true.

"I should know. He paired me up with a literal first-day rookie without telling me anything. I had to chase him around to get some explanations."

"Sucks to be you, but the only way he would pair you up with a nobody would be if...", the blond's words get stuck in his throat as he puts two and two together. Minho can see the gears in his mind get in place. Chan’s fingers stop tapping on the glass.

"Alpha thinks she's a threat," Minho's tone is careful as he completes Chan's thought.

"A terrorist, and not just that. Chan, he gave me her name. He gave away her name, her identity, and seemed happy while doing it."

There's an uncomfortable silence between the two.

A silence of doubts and values. Of principles that slowly start to collapse as they're replaced by confusion and inner conflicts.

"Chan, I don't- I trust him, I really do, but the feeling of not knowing for certain that what I'm doing is the right thing... I don't know how to look at her, Chan. A name can sign your end in a business like this. It's not something that can be given out to others if you're not okay with it, and the fact that she doesn't know it- man, I feel sick every time she says my name."

"She's your mission too..."

"What?"

Chan straightens up in his chair and glances at the door. "You didn't come here just for the weapon. You came to ask me what I have on her."

Minho knows he looks guilty right now. He knows it because he looked in the mirror when he woke up this morning, and he knows it because he feels it deep inside his guts.

"I won't give you anything if you don't want to. You know that".

"I'll know. Tomorrow. Not now."

Another loud cheer resonates from the closed door.

"We'll go downstairs. Changbin said there's a free room we can stay in for the night. We'll stay there, and tomorrow we're off again.” He's tired as he gets up from the chair and walks towards the exit.

Everything moves fast and slow at the same time, with sweat running down your neck, you feel the need to breathe and wash your face with freezing water.

Changbin squeezes your shoulder with a wide smile as you pass him to go down the hallway to the bathroom that's bigger than your room.

It's crowded and noisy, and it smells like sweat and some other things you don't wish to know about.

Even here, the air is stuffy, and you feel the effects of the pill Changbin gave you starting to fade into intoxicated exhaustion.

You drag your sweaty palms against the tiled wall to keep you steady as you stumble through the crowd of looming figures.

You can feel your feverish skin sizzle as you grip the metal sink with both hands and stare at your blurry reflection in the mirror, trying to keep your head still and focus on your current state.

You're sick. And you're panicking. You're sure of it, you can feel as your whole body tingles, overstimulated by the harshness of the soft clothes on your skin, you can see it as you frantically search for the thin irises of your eyes, now drowned in a pool of black, and you can feel it as your heartbeat is the only thing you hear, ringing in your ears as an unsettling reminder of your stupid naivety and childish pettiness.

You recoil as a sloppy kiss is planted behind your earlobe in a disgustingly sensual way.

Panting, struggling against two pairs of confused hands roughly groping your body in a disturbingly viscid way, and when you succeed to raise your heavy head, you're met with hungry, dazed eyes that you think are blinking sideways.

It's nauseating. The feeling of despair, of utter and wretched powerlessness over your own body.

You want to scream that you're strong, that this is not what you want, but all you do is scrunch your eyes closed, a lonely tear of frustration, and what most definitely is fear marches down your reddened cheek.

The fear of being weak is one you've been carrying around since you were little. It was your father's words or maybe your mother's actions that made you promise to yourself to never give up, to never crumble because faltering meant defeat, and defeat meant shame.

Thinking back at it, maybe it wasn't a really healthy parenting strategy, but it worked, keeping you alive after the loss of your family and guiding you out of the trickiest situations.

And you are sure as hell not letting it stop now when you're so close to the top you can see the warm sunlight of a sweet revenge shine on you again.

Mustering all your strength, you get your head to violently loll back, slamming it on the nose of the lizard girl slithering her tongue dangerously close to your ear, and as you hear the loud crack of broken bones, you feel the corners of your mouth unconsciously lift.

The man on the other side of you seems startled by the sudden display of violence and tries to take a shaky step back towards the exit. Tripping over someone's foot, you see him bash his head against the narrow edge of the shower and fall on his back; a smidge of blood stains pastel tiles, and you bend down to give him another punch, just for precaution, just for you.

You feel your consciousness slowly starting to slip away from you, and you manage to get to the large sliding door as it opens, revealing a very stern and very angry-looking M whose eyes widen, snapping to the comatose body on the ground and back to your disheveled appearance.

If you weren't about to close your eyes for the longest nap of your life, you would say there's a faintly panicked urgency in his voice as he speaks.

"Y, what the hell- what the fuck happened here, who-", he messily brushes your sweaty hair away from your face, and you flinch again at skin-to-skin contact, "-are you okay?"

You chuckle. Or at least you think you're chuckling, but you're just awkwardly coughing in the other Agent's face. "Ow Minho 'r you worried, mh? I'm finee."

"You look like you're about to faint."

"Yeah, catch me," you mumble.

The last thing you hear is Minho's huff as you drop your weight into his arms, and everything drifts to black.

You dream of a secret.

You can't see anything, but you know what is in front of you, you've known all your life, and just now you're starting to see the outline, the hidden meaning, the answer.

You feel everyone walking past, everyone leaving, and then you feel him.

He doesn't move, doesn't fit in, doesn't make sense, but he's there. Waiting. Alone. Always.

When you shoot up in your bed, a shin of sweat coating your body, clenched fists piercing through hurt palms, you're the most confused you've ever been.

You blink to get accustomed to the hot summer sunlight shining from the tall window, and you're surprised to find your eyes freshly wet from salty tears.

Candy. Party. Bathroom. Lizards. Dream. Him.

You browse through the dazed memories of your last 24 hours.

What happened was your responsibility, your fault, and you know it's just a fortunate circumstance that you're waking up unscratched and safe. Mortified, but safe.

You note M had the decency to undo the metal straps of your boots that are neatly tossed to the side of a velvety armchair.

Taking in your surroundings, you force your aching limbs to move, to find your partner, (to whom you owe a reluctant but genuine 'thank you'), and get back to work.

After ten minutes of stumbling around broken pieces of valuable vases, glittery confetti, and an amount of wasted food that makes you wonder if people can, in fact, eat normally, you reach an untouched angle of the penthouse.

As you digest the excessively fancy living room with golden details on every piece of furniture, your eyes venture to the big terrace overseeing the ancient arena on which Minho and another man are hushedly talking.

Images of the dream flash before your eyes, and you can't help but wonder what his presence meant.

He's standing there, alert, shoulder tense, a conflicted look troubles his dark eyes, his brows furrowed, and in normal circumstances you would be teasing him, telling him to relax and stop being so sullen only something tells you this is not one of those.

You inch closer as the blond man asks M something, to which he replies with a resigned shrug and a small, imperceptible nod.

Then a familiar folder is passed between them, and you freeze, observing as M scans the paper in his hands.

The file. Your file.

Can you feel betrayed by someone you didn't trust in the first place?

Can you be so entitled to feel like you're being back-stabbed by someone who you're actively trying to use, someone who's just collateral, someone who's just there, doing his job?

You see his eyes close for a second, and when they open you almost flinch at the disappointed rage they hold, a composed fury that's way scarier than anything you've seen him do.

M pats the other man on the shoulder and takes his leave, walking in your direction.

Now there's the question of how you're going to proceed with this.

When Minho rounds the corner where you're hiding, you make sure to put up a display of feigned innocence and soundly gasp as you stumble into him.

"Hi...", your voice is breathy.

"You're awake. Good, we have to go soon,” he looks nonchalant as he says it without looking you in the eyes.

So this is how he wants to get on with this uh?... he's not gonna acknowledge it or confront you or something like that?

"Yeah, I want- I think I have to thank you...?"

"I've already talked to Changbin."

"You talked to him?"

"Yeah, he drugged you, and it was wrong. I told him that."

"He didn't drug me. He asked. I said yes."

"Well, he should have known better than to offer it to you"

"Stop treating me like this."

"Like what?"

"Like you're babysitting me! With your condescending tone and everything! Stop it! It was my decision, my responsibility! I made a choice!"

"Well, maybe you should stop acting like a baby then!"

"I'm not acting like a baby! You make it impossible for me to work like your equal!"

"Y, you were high and were almost- that was not a decision! Hell, that was not a choice! And it was not your fault!". He's looking at you with an undecipherable expression, eyes wide.

"I had to carry your unconscious body out of a bathroom that looked like a crime scene without knowing if you were going to be okay! Without knowing if what they gave you was going to kill you! If you want to be my equal then start by thinking before you act out on pettiness to get attention!"

He starts marching away, expecting you to follow.

"If you want to be my equal, consider that there has to be a bond built on trust, and right now I can't trust you-,” his voice cracks imperceptibly as he murmurs the last words, "-if you act like this."

“Look, I can understand you’re scared, I mean I’m a little scared too-"

"I’m not scared."

"No, no me neither- but you can't stop talking to me out of the blue like this,” you're full-on whining now.

He raises a skeptic eyebrow without looking at you, his eyes fixed on the road while he drives. "Out of the blue?"

After the not-so-civil discussion at Changbin's place, M has not said a word for the whole hour and a half meant to get to your target location, and you don't know if you can really blame him after he read your highly compromising, highly illegal and highly 'it's not what it looks like' private dossier.

On top of the ever-growing frustration and stress you're feeling right now, there's the constant possibility of your 'partner' arresting you and/or taking you out, and not in a romantic way.

"I know we've had our ups and downs, but can you at least tell me what your blond friend told you?"

His eyes flash for a second, and you're sure there's alarm in the glance he throws in your direction. "I- how do you know he's blonde?"

"Oh sorry, I- uh, I thought the guy we passed on the balcony while we were going away was your informant since you came from that direction, I just assumed...". Lies, lies, beautiful lies.

"I got the location. We should be there now.” He hazardously stops the black car in front of a spiked iron gate, gets out, and without waiting for you, starts climbing the only barrier between you and what you're hoping to find.

"Hiding a super-secret weapon in an abandoned warehouse is so cliché it's almost genius," you absentmindedly mutter as you try to imitate the intricate parkour move M just showed off.

"Do we know where to look?", your voice echoes lightly, bouncing from wall to wall.

"We don't"

"Perfect"

The place is big. Too big and too empty, creating a ghostly atmosphere that doesn't sit right with you.

Infinite pillars of concrete stretch through the dust-filled space, vanishing in the dark end of the east wall, and stray sun rays coming from the high and greasy windows draw abstract patterns on the grayish asphalt under your feet.

You mindlessly wander around for what feels like hours, kicking stray debris in the occasional little hole in the ground you imagine was used for draining of some sort, when you start sensing a familiar pattern.

"M..."

Not a sign of acknowledgment, but looking at them from another perspective, the holes start to form something.

"My god- M!"

Minho snaps his head in your direction from the other side of the building, eyebrows raised in a questioning look.

"M, I know what- these are stars, look! This is Algedi and that is Nashira! It's a constellation, and it points to..."

Then you see it. Hidden under a thick layer of dirt, small, utterly vapid, and yet it holds the heaviness of an apocalypse, the rage of people, and an oath of revenge and protection.

It's calling you by your name, and its familiar voice lures you in, grabs you by the hand, and asks, begs to take it with you wherever you're going. 'Take me home' it whispers, and like in a trance, you feel your feet moving without your brain's consent.

A strong grip tightens around your wrist and snaps you back to reality.

M is staring at you alert, his hold on you stronger every second that passes.

"What?", you whisper, almost afraid to wake up the small object at your feet.

"Just... be careful. We don't know what it is."

His eyes are made of stone, expressionless, cornering, analyzing every breath, every little movement you make.

"Why are you looking at me like that?", you unconsciously step back, away from his judging gaze.

"I'm waiting..."

Another step. "For what?"

"For you to do what you're here for."

"Which is? M, what you're saying- I don't understand...", you whisper as your hand slips into the back pocket of your ironed black pants and silently grabs the neuralyzer.

"I'm sure you don't, Agent, but I know what you are. Now open it." His head nods towards the small triangle-shaped object on the filthy floor, and you feel your stomach shrink in fear of what his words might mean.

"Minho please, I don't think I-"

As you say his name, his eyes flash with a deep and red angry betrayal.

“Activate the fucking thing!", he yells, his broad voice echos through the empty warehouse, his laser gun points directly at your face. Shaky hands give away what he looks too scared to admit.

And then it starts, the original game of cat and mouse, only today, the cat is furious and is not going to back down.

You manage to stay still. The first warning shot lands on the concrete pillar near your head, but as soon as his intentions are clear, you dash through the distance that separates the two of you and tackle him to the ground with a force you didn't know you possessed. A thin cloud of dirt rises as you roll on top of him.

"Don't consider this as an admission of fault or something like that, M. I'm merely looking out for myself right now and-"

You feel the palm of his hand connect with your nose, and your head swings back, taking your body with it.

"Looking out for yourself, how fitting for a traitor."

"Stop saying these things like I know what you mean!" You touch your nose, and your fingers come back a deep red; you wipe them on your shirt.

"And you stop behaving like the innocent girl you think you are," he gets closer, "and show yourself for what you really are."

You block a kick aimed at your stomach and taking advantage of your position, you strike M on the back. He falls back on the ground with a huff.

With a hold on his purple hair, neuralyzer ready to make him forget you ever existed, your exasperation and exhaustion bleed through your voice.

"And what am I!?"

"An alien! A destroyer of worlds and a terrorist!"

Your world stops, and your eyes go out of focus for what feels like minutes. Do you believe him?

"I-I don't-", you let out a loud groan as Minho hurls you to the ground; air leaves your lungs, and you squirm in pain like a bug on a windshield.

The time to inhale sharply and a heavy boot is pressed against your chest, leaving you breathless yet again.

"You're an alien, and you think you're sleek with that- that dumb look in your eyes, but I know everything.” He's smirking but his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion like he's trying to explain the situation to himself first.

"All this time you were looking for the weapon to use it on this world and every world you consider unfit to survive, and you knew it would work, you knew you had to be here because just as your mother before you, you are the key."

You're clawing at the shoe constricting your airways when a realization occurs, one that feels like bestowed upon you by some sadistic god that loves torturing its followers.

"It was not meant to happen like this... you were not meant to be here like this, that's why I saw you, that's why you didn't go away, you didn't have a place to go...", you pant, eyes wide.

His boot relents for a second, distracted by the disorientation of its owner, who doesn't seem to understand your ramblings, but it's ready to go back to its work as you shift slightly under its control.

"You can't really blame me, can you?"

With a knee on your neck to prevent any move, he grabs your limp hand and sets it on the little, smooth triangle that hums, emitting a soft green hue at your touch.

"You can only blame yourself, Y/N.", your name is thrown at you like a dagger, gelid and mocking as it escapes his guilty lips for the first time, and you're not sure if this is how you want him to say it. Not now, not ever, not him.

“I didn't- I did not come here for this, I swear Minho please, I thought that we- I thought we were partners, that this was…" It’s a whimper that escapes you, and you can't understand where it comes from, which pain is causing it.

Did you unconsciously believe that the little thing of back and forth you had was genuine? That you found an improbable friend in the sarcastic and stern Agent? Are you this desperate for affection? You hate yourself, and you want to scream.

"Don’t act like you’ve not been lying to me this whole time. I’m just doing my job..."

His gaze holds a tired conflict you have never seen on anybody. You imagine him fighting against whatever he's struggling with just like he did with you: choking the worry but letting it survive because he knows that it might be legitimate. That he might be wrong after all.

With a tired shove, his foot releases your chest.

Hesitation.

"Just doing my job..."

Minho's life began here.

The pristine white walls of the Agency were there when he doodled on them with a permanent marker and got scolded by his father while his mother laughed. He was two.

The cool air slide that took the Agents to the garage was there when he sneaked out with Chan to sit inside technological cars and eat snacks from Starpan. He was eight.

The strategic planetarium was there when he kissed the cute Hunvilian kid from his human studies class. He was thirteen.

And the Agency was still there when he watched his parents beg him to end their pain and kill them before things got worse. He was still thirteen and he didn’t deserve any of it.

No one even had the time to react to the attack, and before anyone could realize what was happening, many Agents were already bleeding out on the floor, lifeless, their eyes scooped out of their sockets, leaving a hollow space from where tears of blood clawed at dull skin.

Minho remembered from his diligent studies that this was a signature move, a threat for anyone stupid enough to play hero, an invite for cold revenge given out by the Vacuis: hostile and vicious alien species, thirsty for violence and bane of the universe the Agency was created to protect.

Minho knew that being subject to the perverse manipulation of the Vacuis meant losing oneself to madness, seeing things, begging to die, but he still wondered how could his parents ask him something so atrociously vile, something so intrinsically cruel.

Just when they thought he was mature enough to understand things, he wanted to still be considered a child before their cries; he wanted to be kept in the dark, not being able to understand what they were asking of him.

"Do it Minho, please"

"Mom why? I don't want to-why?", his broken voice tried unsuccessfully to contain the sobs in his throat.

"Minho baby, do it please. Do it for mommy, yeah?"

"Mom I can't- please I-"

"Useless Minho! If you loved us you would do it, you useless child!"

As his mother's voice echoed screeching through the death-filled hall of rotten bodies, Minho decided that he was going to be useless and save himself from something that would have been bigger than what he could take.

With shaky legs and tear-stained cheeks, he took his time to look, and when he was sure there was nothing left in their eyes, he mouthed a painful 'sorry' and staggered away, roaming the white hallways like a ghost, looking for someone he could still trust. Someone like Alpha.

The Agency is still present now, as Minho takes the crystal elevator to the oval office that oversees every operation. The Agency is present, but he doesn't know if that's a good thing anymore.

He thinks of your eyes. How they held a confused and painfully lonely glaze, how they were staring at him and only him as you were dragged into the black windowless jet and back to the headquarters.

But you are just like them, just mean, wretched, treacherous, manipulative, and a liar, and maybe if he keeps trying to convince himself of this, he will really believe it.

Four levels below him, you're having what you think is the beginning of a panic attack.

You've managed to stay relatively calm and composed for almost an hour, but you feel the dam of your mind starting to let all the agony and profound grief out. Letting anguish bleed through your mouth, your ears, your nose.

How could this happen? Why?

You miss your mom. You miss a guide. You miss someone, anyone.

You let yourself slowly sink onto the cold white floor of the cold white room with cold white lights. Everything is so white, and it makes you so angry. And sad, and scared, hopeless, and after a long time of ignoring signs, of turning away your head, of waiting for things and people and answers, you cry.

You cry, weep for yourself and maybe also for him, who you're suddenly scared to lose like you lost everyone else.

You cry because this was not your choice, nor his, and you’re starting to think that you don’t deserve all this bullshit at all.

You cry because it hurts deeply to be a pawn.

You cry because you’re tired. And he is too.

Him. M. Minho.

Minho.

"-Minho are you listening? I'm speaking to you Agent, I would like your attention."

"Yes, I'm sorry Sir. I'm listening Sir"

"The mission report Agent. Is the terrorist dead?"

"Dead, Sir? No... but she's confined and won't escape, Sir, maybe that's what you meant...?"

Alpha's expression falters for a second, morphing into one of veiled disgust that has Minho straighten his posture and look around the familiar office of his mentor.

"Yes, yes, yes! Confined! You're always right my boy! But now where's the-", the man vigorously gesticulates with his hands as he impatiently paces back and forth, "-where's the thing- the weapon!"

Back and forth, back and forth, rhythmically, so creepily mechanical that Minho's convinced he could keep the time just with his steps.

"Yes Sir, I was on my way to the labs before you called for me. I'll take my leave"

The clock stops and shoots at Minho with an ominous look.

"No! No my boy-", the man whose protruding veins are dangerously close to bursting, chuckles dryly, "you see, it's a matter of utter importance, my boy. I have to handle it myself, don't worry about it, my boy"

This interaction could be considered normal if it wasn't for two key factors Minho can't stop his brain from pointing out.

Two huge and angry red flags that have been waving right in front of his eyes from the moment he stepped foot in the office. Red flags that maybe are the last bits of something that has been going on for so long, insulting his years of training because of how blind he's been.

One: the left corner of the spotless white rug under the desk is folded as if someone tripped over it. Alpha doesn't allow imperfection.

Two: in the two decades Minho has been alive and breathing, Alpha has never, not even when he was an actual child, called him 'my boy'.

And so the first punch Minho throws lands straight on the impostor's nose. The man grunts and cradles his jaw. A cruel smirk forms on his lips.

The second punch strikes right in the man's stomach. He doubles over; a dark chuckle leaves his mouth.

The third, and the fourth, and all the ones that come after that are aimed at his disgusting bloody face that stares back at him with a calm mockery.

A silent, knowing expression that awakes in Minho a rage buried so deep inside his unforgiving heart he almost forgot existed.

"Yes, my boy let it out," Alpha's face starts to vanish as the alien coughs. "How blinded by despair you are, how betrayed you feel, let it all out like it's going to serve something." Again that chilling laughter.

"What did you do to him?", Minho hushedly seethes, angry sobs threatening to spill out. Another punch.

"We took his face six months ago. Don't you feel stupid?"

"Shut up!" Another punch. "Answer me! Why did you take them into this?! Why now? You could have just used her dying mother! Why now!? Why him!? Why her!?”

"Look at you being greedy… she’s going to vanish just like everyone else.” The man coughs blood.

“What do you think, kid? I know you're smarter than this Minho... I know it now, I knew it when you left your parents to die a long time ago... We don't forget such things."

With these last words, Minho is left stunned, wordless. His body won’t move, he's frozen over the man. A fist hovers over the bloodied face and, only for a second, nothing moves.

“Did you really think you were lucky enough to survive the attack on your own?”, the blood in his mouth gurgles when he lets out a dry chuckle.

“Agents with a life of experience died- your parents died, and you thought you were lucky? Boy, you are an experiment, a mere representation of how cause and effect work, of how the seeds of revenge silently grow in a weak human, of how long one can live after seeing something so gruesome.”

“I-I don’t.”

“We know you don’t Minho. We know…”

The alien wrinkly hand shoots out and grabs Minho’s neck with a force no normal person would possess. It’s like a morse, slowly closing on his consciousness, stealing him away from reality. As darkness creeps on him, he thinks he hears a voice.

“The key is passed down when an heir is born, my boy… it’s always been her Minho, she was always meant to die anyway.”

Who has to die?

Not you. You can't die, not before he can say he's sorry. Not until he can’t save you. Save everyone.

With the little force Minho still stores inside of his body, he smashes his foot on the impostor’s knees that buckle, giving him the time to dash to the ajar door of the office, down to the cells.

Mino runs to you. Hot, fat tears streak his pale cheeks on a path they know all too well.

“You can’t treat me like that and expect me to help when you’ve finally lost what you believe in, M. It doesn't work like that and you know it.”

Your hoarse voice makes the bitter laugh that escapes your lips scrape your throat.

You look pathetic. You just know it. He knows it. The pitying expression he tries to hide so hard, telling you everything you need to know.

You fell asleep on the hard floor after crying yourself to exhaustion.

Now the sheer panic of before molds into a mask of compliance and attempted apathy, miserably failing as your puffy, bloodshot eyes and the residues of your runny nose stand out like a sore thumb in the frame of your face.

“I thought that after- I mean, I thought you were someone else…”, your voice trembles as he scrunches his bushy eyebrows in a sympathetic frown from across the laser barrier that stands between you.

“Y/N, we met a week ago, I- “

You close your eyes, head in your hands and the corners of your lips raise gently. “I know, I know. I should have predicted all this. Really, it was my mistake. It was really naive of me but you know…”

“Y/N, if I could have done things differently, I would have. I didn’t really have a choice, you have to understand this is our job, I-”, his rambles fall on deaf ears.

“Stop.” It’s just above a whisper and you're surprised he even hears it. “Stop saying my name like you know what it means, like you know who I am. All this time, M?”

“From Changbin’s party- but it wasn’t my intention, I just- I had to…”, he does everything to not leave your eyes. He’s climbing mirrors and you can hear the screeching of his nails every time his beliefs crumble, word by word.

“Fuck you with this ‘it wasn't my choice’ bullshit! If you really didn’t want to, you could have stopped, M! What was holding you back, uh?! Curiosity? Resentment? What!?” So much anger.

"Loneliness! Fear! I am fucking helpless when I’m alone, Y/N! I am- I was in no condition of doubting the only link to my past I had! I wouldn't have forgiven myself, and,” you can see your grief reflected in his eyes, “Y/N there's so much you don’t know about this and you have every right to demand an apology, but there's no time. I have no time to beg… “

“I’m sorry for your loss, M.”

“I feel sorry for yours, Y.”

His arm reaches for the control pad on the wall and the barrier immediately vanishes with a short buzz.

You pass him and you think you feel him lean in. To see if you’re really who he wants you to be. And not a mask. Not an impostor.

You brush his knuckles and as you start marching towards the garage, he lets out a shaky breath. One that had been there for too long.

The drive to the only building high enough to serve as a weapon-launching spot is silent.

It’s fast and saturated with unspoken words, both of you wanting to save explanations for after the prevention of the annihilation of Earth.

Minho is tense: his hands grip the steering wheel so hard his fingers turn white and he checks the rear mirror every ten seconds exactly.

“What happened to you?”

He looks at you for a second before focusing back on the road.

“Even if I knew what happened, what I’m feeling, I wouldn’t know how to talk about it…”

The chuckle you emit makes him turn his head again; his eyes widen at your reaction and once again he thinks about how unreal you feel.

The curiosity of a child, the past of a damned, the mind of who’s got nothing to lose but still fights for something. Because of duty? Revenge? Maybe because of fear. He doesn't know it yet.

“What? Don’t look at me like that, It was funny c’mon.” You’re looking out of the open window; the wind whiffing your hair all over the place.

“Y/N?”

“Mh?”

“Did you really not know anything about being the key?”

You turn to look at him. “If you want me to be honest I think I know less than you”

He scoffs. “Great”

“But… I-I think- no, I know I saw you…”

It feels so weirdly intimate to say out loud. That he crosses your dreams without looking both ways, without an invitation. Or maybe the invitation was given out by a seed of affection, of attachment to a person that understands what you feel to a certain extent.

“You saw me?”

“A while ago I dreamt about this ‘key’ situation, like… I think my consciousness was trying to tell me what my mother couldn’t, that I was the key, that I was born for a reason and all that bullshit, and I saw you…”

He stops the car in a dark alley that you suppose serves as a dumpster for the Chinese restaurant on the main road, and the dread of having arrived fills you to the brim.

“M, everyone- my mother, my father, hell, I saw my past self leaving me, walking away, disappearing, but you stayed there.” You unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to get out of the car and into battle. “You looked lost and- and I think it’s because you weren’t meant to be in my life. Your story is not written in my destiny if that makes sense…?”

You realize he’s staring at you with a funny glint in his eyes, the corners of his mouth are raised in a gentle but small smile. “Is this your dramatic way of turning me down?”

What?

Saliva gets stuck in your throat as you frantically look for an answer in the chaos his words created in your head, and you start coughing louder and louder as he starts to… chuckle?

“Wait, I didn't mean it that way! I was just-”

He stops your ramblings with an everything-but-calming hand on your thigh. “It pains me to tell you this because you’ll never let me forget about it, but I’ll love hearing about how you dream of me after we don’t die, okay?”

This whole thing is so weird. What the fuck is happening. Is he an alien? He’s definitely an alien, fuck what did they do to the real him.

And you punch him.

“Ow- fuck you! What the hell was that for?!”

“Oh my- I’m so sorry! Please, you’re never like this, I thought you were an alien I panicked! I’m sorry!”

His voice comes out nasal as he pinches his hopefully-not-broken nose. “If you must know,” he aggressively jabs his pointer finger at you, “I’m a very approachable person if I don’t suspect you want to destroy my world”

An offended expression spreads on your face. “Well, and whose fault is it, uh?”

“Whatever, get out. We’re gonna talk about this later.” He slams the car door in your face and starts walking towards your demise.

You scramble out of the car to follow him. “Wait! Is this a threat?! And- wait did you just admit that you want me to ask you out?”

“Shut up, Y/N.” And he’s back to his old asshole self.

You stand on opposite sides of the large elevator that’s taking you up to the roof of the huge skyscraper; an annoying tune plays in the background of your thoughts.

Millions of questions swim between the two of you but the knowledge that the other will not be able to answer is enough to keep a tense silence stretched while you wait for the ‘ding’ signaling you've reached your floor.

Surprisingly, you don’t think of the past, of what could have been. You don't even think of the present if you have to be honest; of the nearing possible end of the world, to your probable death, no. You let your mind wonder about the future. How you’ll grow up and gently caress your scars, admiring yourself in all the strength you own. In all the strength you are.

You foolishly whisper to yourself that, maybe, if you manage to work things out, you’ll not be alone in the future. Someone could be there, waiting for you. Staying, for once.

As the elevator doors open, a gush of air makes the hairs on your arms stand up. Or maybe that’s fear that you don't want to acknowledge.

This up in the sky the noise of the city below reaches you in a muffled buzz; the horns of the traffic, the chatter of the people, all mashed together in a low static sound.

From the position you’re in, the roof is empty, plain; a lonely reclinable chair sits in an angle with an empty beer bottle on the side. Everything is calm, normal even.

“M, what if we’re not in the right place,” you whisper, hugging your body in an attempt to warm yourself.

“It must be here. I can’t be wrong- it has to be here- I-”

“And it sure is here, my boy” a rough voice booms from your right.

The dark silhouette of a man stands out against the sky illuminated by a faint moon, and your body freezes as you recognize the voice.

“Because Minho, how could you ever be wrong, uh? You’re the most intelligent human we know”.

Minho’s hands grip the gun in his holster. He’s confused and you force your brain to think of something useful, but he’s there and looking at you with nostalgic eyes and his lips wobble slightly when you tilt your head to the side trying to understand.

“Dad?” with the corner of your eye you see Mino’s eyebrows furrow deeper into his face.

It can’t be true and you know it but part of you just wants to hug the man; despite everything you miss him so much.

The figure turns to you fully, and you have to take a deep breath. “Oh, my little star, look how much you’ve grown. Your mom would be so proud of you” he coos with a sickeningly sweet hint to his voice.

Minho takes a step forward effectively shielding you from the man. “Y/N, this is not his face, I saw your father in your dossier, this is not him”

“But he is, M. I know what my father looks like-”, you insist.

“My little star, I’m sorry you had to find out everything like this. If your mother was here she would have never let the leeches of the Agency put their hands on you like this, I'm so sorry, Y/N.”

You move a hesitant step around Minho, trying to reach the outstretched hand of your dad. He’s waiting for you with a furrow along his face like some kind of ambiguous smile.

“If you knew why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have been prepared, I could have made different choices,” your voice has a whiny edge to it. “It’s been so hard and I was so lonely.” Another step closer to the man.

Minho tries to get a hold of your arm but you swiftly pull away. “Y/N, stop. He’s a Vacuo, and you know it-”

“My baby, I know. I’m so sorry. I love you”

Another step and now you’re in front of him. You reach out to him, your fingers almost touching. Too focused on the feeling of belonging, of home, you miss the devious light that flashes in the man’s gaze. Before his hand can close violently around your wrist, a bang resonates through the windy roof and you see your father die again before your lucid eyes, his expression vanishing, molting, leaving room for the disgusting and beaten up face of the Vacuo.

For a moment, while the alien lets out a dry chuckle and regains his composure, you stand there; trembling hands covering your face.

Then you charge your fist and smash it directly in the man’s face in a manner that’s so familiar to Minho’s, that he almost wonders if he’s living a deja vu.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised but I must admit, I thought you would have been too emotionally drained after the golden boy here betrayed you like it was nothing”, he holds your hands that violently grip the collar of his dress shirt.

“Shut up and- why the hell won’t you die!? He shot you in the fucking face! Just,” a punch, “stop,” a kick in the stomach,” existing!”, the last word comes out in an exasperated scream full of anger.

“I shot his stolen face, he has to die with his original one”, Minho’s gun is still unwavering, pointing at the enemy.

“Look at you two, oh gods. My boy and my little star working together”, you harshly throw him to the ground and he coughs up blood. “When we watched you grow up, we rejoiced at your succeses, you know? In another timeline, you two would have made perfect soldiers.”

You’re both standing over his body and you have to resist the sudden urge to grab Minho’s hand and hold it dear to life in this shit moment.

“You are my little experiments, my perfect children, and I-”, he starts to get up on wobbly legs, “and I’m sorry I have to kill you both.”

In less than a second, the Vacuo takes Minho in a chokehold and gets closer to the edge of the roof. Your hands fly to your gun but the alien holds up a pointer finger signaling you to stop. “Tut-tut, child. You wouldn’t want me to kill your little boyfriend messier than needed, now, would you?”

You let your eyes fall on Mino’s struggling form; his expression tells you to do everything you can to put an end to this thing, but you’re an egoistic person, and you just can’t watch him disappear too.

“Why do you even have to kill us?! I already unlocked the weapon. Just leave us alone!”

“You must consider me an idiot if you think I’ll let you get out of this still breathing, love. You’re both too dangerous to be alive, too smart for your own good, my children. Oh how lucky you’re parents would have been if we didn't kill them”

Minho’s face has started to turn an unpretty shade of purple.

“Why are you doing this!? Stop!”

The man grins, his malice as tangible as the ground beneath your feet. “Because your world still has hope,” he clenches his forearms harder. “And you all need to learn that hope won’t save you when death comes. When we come.”

And like a dramatic entrance, the weapon sitting in the corner of the roof explodes with a bright light creating a thick stream of raw power that paints the moon an unsettling neon green.

A choking Minho manages to hoarsely speak words you don't want to hear. “Switch it off, Y/N… the key… p-please.”

You dash for the little triangle that’s causing everyone so much pain and try to ignore the warning roar of the Vacuo who’s slowly killing M.

Yesterday you didn’t even know you were the key, how does the world trust you with knowing how to take back what you started?

Your hands fumble with the weapon, trying to find anything that could mean salvation.

“Y/N, you know I will kill him!”, the Vacuo tries to top the noise that the bright light is emitting, and holds a passed-out Minho. You can feel your stomach drop at the sight of his closed eyes. “Haven’t you been lonely for enough time, Y/N!? We both know you can’t lose him too, right!?”

You realize you’re crying again and, in the midst of it all, you can’t help but feel embarrassed. “Having him doesn’t mean anything if we won’t have a future!” you scream back. Angry. Sad.

Then without having to turn your head to look at the scene unfolding on the other side of the roof, you feel it. The incumbent feeling of dread, the premonitory sixth sense that anticipates death and pain. And you really want all this to be a dream, to not be real. But your head shoots back and as if in slow motion, you see the heavy body of your partner fall from the low edge of the roof and into the rumbling city as if in slow-motion.

You know the eyes already. The eyes that gain a new determination, that are too full of rage to cry, that are ready to burn everything down to avenge, the eyes you have right now. And all you do- all you have to do is scream.

The stream of light seems to get bigger and bigger every second that your voice doesn't stop screeching in the night air. You see the Vacuo dare to step closer to you but the noise is too much to even stand on the other side of the roof.

“Y/N, stop!”, the man’s voice gets drowned by your rage.

“You don’t get to talk!” you speak like in a trance; your voice sounds distant, it seems to belong to another you. “I’ve lost my mother, my father, and everyone I’ve ever loved because of your kind, what makes you think you deserve to destroy me too!?”

The blinding light glows larger, stronger, creating a dome in the sky, ready to devour everything under it.

“You will perish and crumble under your own arrogance, and I will be watching you beg for my mercy, you understand!?”

You want to tell yourself to stop this and operate with your rational mind because you can see the edges of the building starting to crumble and float away from their existence in this universe, but you can’t.

You’re mourning and you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, until a scream that is not yours cuts through the air, and you see the Vacuo kneeling on the ground, bleeding out on the floor.

A quivering hand that holds a knife like a lifeline slowly rises from the edge of the building and after the hand, a head and a body and you decide right at this moment that your favorite color is the bright purple of your partner’s hair.

The knife that just sliced through the alien’s calf, comes up and down again into the man’s back once twice, impaling him to the ground, hitting him relentlessly, with an unstoppable force and pace.

The Vacuo tries to fight Minho off with everything, anything. His hands claw at the young man's tights and you see as he desperately changes his face to Alpha’s. For a moment you see Minho’s eyes widen in a mixture of guilt and shock, his mentor is looking at him with a betrayed expression, but he doesn’t stop until the body of the now turned Vacuo impostor stops moving once and for all.

The dome of green light is slowly retreating on itself; you touch the weapon once again and the familiar hum is calmer, softer.

You let your wobbly legs take you to the crouching form of Minho’s body, and you crash into him with full force.

He hugs you, hands gripping, almost trashing your shirt and you feel him sob into your neck. Fat, salty tears wet your chest and you can’t help but mutter words you hope are reassuring. “You did not kill him, M. They killed him and it’s not your fault, okay ?”, he takes a deep breath but his cries don't stop. “Alpha would be so proud of you right now…”

You’re exhausted; the adrenaline from before quickly fading, but you don't stop stroking his hair, threading your fingers in his soft, purple locks, undoing the knots.

“I’m tired, Y/N”, his voice is small, unsure, tired.

“I know, me too”, your eyes are scrunched closed. “Your hands are shaking”

“How much longer will this last? I don’t know if I can take it”, he’s fainting again, his words slurring together as he falls asleep.

“It’s over, Minho. I will be there to help you when you wake up, okay?”

At least you hope you will be awake when he opens his eyes again.

In the hazed state of your mind, you hear the nearing sound of voices from the elevator doors.

Someone screams both your names, and the last thing you see before you collapse to the ground is Jisung’s worried face that mouths something. You dumbly smile at him and everything goes black.

What an unceremonious ending to your heroic beginnings.

Yesterday you woke up in a cold sweat after three days of being asleep, and to say you panicked when you found yourself tied to a bed in a white room with a one-way mirror, would be an understatement. You trashed and screamed for what felt like hours before an alarmed nurse burst through the door with an alluring glass of water in one hand and an aspirin in the other.

The first rational words you spoke were a mix of ‘where’s Minho’ and ‘fuck it hurts’ that miserably came out as a loud ‘fuck Minho’, and when the kind-eyed nurse, with an amused smile, nodded his head towards the huge one-way mirror, you felt like crying out of joy.

Somewhere behind that ostracizing glass, he was alive. And you were too.

Now you stand behind a makeshift curtain on an improvised stage; both your black suits ironed to perfection, your combat boots laced up.

The white bandages that scarf Minho’s bruised neck peek out of the collar of his shirt but he’s never looked more stunning. You’re sure this could be an awakening of some sort, but at this moment in space and time, you can’t help but focus all you have on the rising anxiety that makes you wipe your sweaty palms on your pants.

“Are you okay?”, you don't look at him when you speak with a breathy voice.

“Are you really asking me? You look like you’re about to have a heart attack. Calm down, Y.”

Closing your eyes doesn’t make the crowd of people behind the curtain disappear, and you know it. “I-I know, I’m sorry, I’m just- I don't do well with public speaking, or public anything really, and- why are you looking at me like that?”

His dark eyebrows are so raised that they disappear into his hair. “You’re literally the most extroverted and talkative and noisy person ever and you never shut up and you’re tryna tell me you’re glossophobic?”

You scoff, incredulous. “Oh, look at you using big words I don’t know to shit on me. ‘Look at me, I’m Minho and I love to gaslight my friends into thinking they’re dumb’. Yes, I don’t like talking in public, and?”

You stand away from him with your arms crossed and an embarrassed blush on your face you hope he won’t notice.

“We’re friends?”

You turn around and look up at him with an amused smile. “Is that all you got from me telling you to fuck off?”

“I’ve learned to filter all your ramblings”, you chuckle and miss the way his eyes twinkle at the sound of your laugh.

“Give me your hand.”

“For…?”

“Just give me your hand!”

“Jeez, okay, just- if you lick it I'll kill you.”

He sneers and looks at you confused. “Why would I even lick your hand?”

“I don't know, It’s just to be sure and-”

And? One could ask. And what, Y/N? You can’t leave us hanging like this. But you can because he’s intertwined his long and callous fingers with yours and has gently placed them in the warmth of his suit’s pocket.

You look up at him again, this time with wonder and a soft glow of admiration, you don’t know for what precisely.

“I can talk for us”. And the weird use of the pronoun ‘us’ makes you want to kick your legs like a teenager.

From the other side of the curtain, a cheerful voice announces your code names and you step into the light before the eyes of a sea of black suits.

The two hours of the press conference pass in a blur and you’re back in your room before the sun disappears completely under the horizon.

Saving the world and surviving an A level threat apparently doesn't mean that sleep comes easy, and you find yourself lying awake in your bed, staring at the fluorescent stars you stuck to the ceiling the day you joined the Agency, and wondering, imagining what a future with this past would mean. Fear. Resentment. Maybe regret? You wish for hope.

Honestly, the only question you have to ask yourself is: ‘what do you want it to mean?’

Your bare feet seem to have found an answer because they touch the cold floor and exit the door of your living quarters, leaving behind a disheveled bed full of doubts.

They take you up the stairs and to the other wing of the apartment building, in front of a simple black door that stares at you questioningly.

What are you doing here? It seems to whisper when you stand immobile, not even blinking.

I don’t know. You want to answer, but talking to inanimate objects is not normal and you hold back.

You go to knock, but your hand stills, as the door is thrown open by the owner of the room, who stares at you with surprised wide eyes, and a long strip of gauze hanging from his mouth. He’s shirtless, and you can see for the first time how unforgiving his life has been.

His chest is littered with scars, some old and faded, some fresh and bold; a constellation of purple bruises chains his neck, and a string of little burns marches its way under the waistband of his pants.

The suffused light that comes from inside his apartment crowns his head like a halo.

His head tuts to the side confused. “Wh’ ‘re yo’ doin’ here?”

“W-What?” Because you didn’t understand? Because you can’t seem to form a coherent thought? You don’t know.

He spits the bandages into his hand and throws a sheepish smile your way. “What are you doing here? You should rest.”

You scoff. “You’re walking around like this,” you point at him dramatically, “and you’re scolding me? Typical.”

He yawns a smile and scratches his neck. “I’m having problems with the whole ‘disinfect and change bandages every two hours’ thing. I was going to Han's to ask for help”

“You asking for help? A thing I didn’t know I would hear before my heroic, super dramatic death.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, happens to the best of us.”

A weird tension falls on the deserted hallway. You can hear someone’s TV humming a tune from two doors away and you can feel his eyes boring curious holes into your brain.

“I…”, you shift on your bare feet; the gray moquette of the corridor keeping them warm.

“I could help you… if you- ahem- if you want- or-or I could go call Han and tell him you need him… yeah I’m gonna do that, cool-”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, you can help me change my bandages”, he repeats and moves to the side to let you into his apartment. Not a sign of hesitance in his voice.

“Soo… this is your… hole mh?” Oh, how you hate uncomfortable silences.

He walks to the huge white couch and lays with his head propped on the armrest. “Why are you being so weird? You’ve seen this place already, or have you forgotten about when you invaded my home without my consent and punched my best friend in the face?”

Embarrassment flushes your face.

Fucking Minho. You hate him but not really because when you sit beside him, in the little space he left for you, the way he stares up at you is priceless, with his twinkling eyes, and the amused tilt of his lips, and the messy purple hair, the mole on his nose.

You have to physically shake your head to regain the composure he knows you lost. “I’m gonna leave if you keep making fun of me.” Your soak a cotton wad into rubbing alcohol and begin your ministrations.

He pouts. “But I thought I was your friend.”

“And you are!” He hisses as you jab the cotton ball a little too harsh into a fresh wound. “But as your friend, I’m telling you that you’re walking on very thin ice” A loose strand of hair falls from behind your ear.

Minutes pass and no one says anything. You can hear his breath hitch now and then but other than that he’s a wonderful patient. Until he isn’t.

“Y/N…”

“Mh?”. You don’t look at him, too focused on applying the healing cream on his bruised neck.

“We haven’t talked about what happened”. His voice is strained by memories, and you don’t have it in you to look into his eyes.

You put the cream to the side and start cutting the bandages. “And we don’t have to.” If you could, you would forget about everything all together.

From the corner of your eyes, you see how his are desperately looking for something. “Don’t we?”

“Y/N,” his fingers brush your chin as he puts the escaped lock of hair back in its place, “I wish I hadn’t been so stupid and-”

“Don’t really know if that’s possible”, you mock him under your breath. You’re starting to feel suffocated.

His eyebrows furrow in a glare from below you. “And I should have trusted you and believed you because-”

You chuckle. “Took you long enough, uh-”

“I’m literally trying to have a serious conversation right now, Y/N!” His hands grip your thighs to get your attention.

“And I’m trying to avoid it at all cost, Minho!”. You’re glad you don't stutter. You know you want to sound harsh, angry, and hard-headed, but the slight trembling of your lower lip doesn’t help.

Tears threaten to spill from his eyes as he takes your face into his hands and gently caresses your temples with his thumbs, a sad smile on his mouth.

“I saw someone die- I saw you die and- and I was ready to sacrifice everything for my suffering, for my pain, and I was so scared Minho, I was- I am terrified, and I would have done it all, I swear I would have let the world burn without even thinking if you hadn’t survived, I swear, Minho” You’re sobbing, and your tears fall messily on his face, mixing with his own.

He’s listening and you realize you’ve not had someone to pay attention to you like this in a long, long time.

“And-and I told you I would help you, that you could lean on me but I don’t know how to do that, and I don't want- I can’t afford to hurt you more than you’re already suffering by yourself. Minho, I’m so sorry-”

He kisses you.

You go without breathing for a few seconds before you realize what is happening. And then you melt into his warm body, completely abandoning your mind to the sheer relief you feel holding him so close to your heart, so close to your future.

With your eyes scrunched closed, you let your hands venture to his soft hair, to the nape of his neck. Your fingers trace his brows as he completely devours everything you have to say, soaking it up like a sponge, preserving it like a safe.

You taste the salt of your tears and feel his hands strangle the soft fabric of your pajamas, using it to get you closer than you already are.

And in that infinite moment, you feel okay. You feel unbothered by the things that happened to you, you feel untouched by the past. You feel normal, safe.

When you part to breathe, he looks up at you like he already misses your touch, and you’re quick to satiate his and your anger, once, twice, the whole night, the whole time.

It's a little before sunrise when Jisung reads Minho’s messages from the night prior, and anxiously reaches his friend’s apartment to check on him, only to find the two of you messily tangled in a little corner of the huge couch. Minho’s hands hold yours over his heart and your face is nestled in the crook of his neck, your lips puckered in the memory of a kiss.

SIX MONTHS LATER

You literally fly out of Minho’s apartment as soon as you recieve Agent D’s memo to come into his office for a new mission.

You awkwardly run down the carpeted stairs of the apartment building, struggling to lace up your heavy boots, fastening your wrinkled tie.

The elevator ride is filled with buzzing excitement and your feet can’t stop bouncing up and down in anticipation.

At the ‘ding’ the doors roll open, and from there you just sprint down the straight hallway that takes you to the big fancy door that’s still completely out of place.

A loud, muffled laugh makes you smile in recognition, and after catching your breath and smoothing out the white shirt, you knock.

“Ah! Here she is!”, Agent D beams on the other side. “Come in! Come in!”

You step in and your eyes immediately find Minho’s with an annoyed glint.

“A new mission, Sir?”

“Yeah, yeah Y, but while we were waiting for you I was telling our Agent J here, how the Rome mission went exactly, so I’ll be there in a second…”

Han is leaning on the polished desk and shoots you an almost pleading glance.

As the man animatedly explains to an uninterested Jisung how good the two of you fought, you jab your elbow in your partner's stomach, who almost folds into two.

“You didn’t wake me up,” you whisper-yell. “Why didn't you wake me up?”

He’s smirking, eyes concentrated on the little man before you. “You’re just so adorable when you sleep. It’s absolutely not because you bit me while we were having sex yesterday. Not that at all.”

If your eyes could roll further into your head they would. “Aren’t you a little too petty for someone who actually liked it?”

He throws a kiss at you and winks.

“Anyways,” you fix your sleeves, “you took my shirt this morning.”

He looks down at his body in recognition; the buttons on his chest threatening to pop. “Oh, so that’s why- I thought I grew muscles overnight. I was gonna brag if you got out of bed earlier.”

You snicker under your breath and, throwing one sneaky glance at Jisung’s pained expression, you grab Minho’s tie and pull him in a short, sweet kiss, one that has him smiling into you.

“... and that’s how they managed to kill the Vacuo. Isn’t that awesome? By the way,” Agent D hands you a folder with both your initials on it, “this is your mission information. I’ll leave you two to it. Good luck!”

The three of you thank him with a small bow and exit the office.

“The next time he asks for me, just tell him I died or something. It’s the third time this month he narrates every little detail of the stupid adventure I wasn’t invited to.” Jisung grumbles as he drags his feet.

“I’ve already told you it’s not something to be jealous of, Ji”.

Minho throws an arm around your shoulders and smiles down at you. “No, please. Let him continue, I want to hear how jealous he is.“

As the two agents bicker like little kids, you let your eyes skim over the countless framed magazine covers on the walls of the long and sterile white corridor.

'The IT couple of MiB back to work'

'The battle of Rome explained'

‘M&Y: when they twisted shadows back into stars’

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spring fling masterlist

take a stroll through a serene garden on this spring day. feel the blades of grass tickle your ankles and the sun on your skin. which flower will you pick?

a budding romance

pairing: lee minho x afab reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, fantasy AU, medieval AU, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 13k

synopsis: in which it’s not only flowers that bloom in spring, but feelings as well. however, you’ve only just realized that they’ve always been there

written by @strwbrryblues

read it here

dawn can begin again

pairing: lee minho x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 1.2k

synopsis: wherein you and minho are trainees who spend time together by dancing till dawn and driving to the hillside to catch the sunrise

written by @ddeungies

coming soon

just a little bump

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: tba

synopsis: just a walk in the park. just an accident. just a little bump. just random encounters. just a coincidence. just longing gazes. just perfect. just you

written by @fight-me-m8

coming soon

the most beautiful thing

pairing: bang chan x afab reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: as spring finally blooms its way after winter, chan decides to visit a farmer’s market and happens to come across the most beautiful flower he has ever seen

written by @seo--changbin

read it here

read u, wrote u

pairing: librarian!changbin x afab reader

genre: fluff, smut (minors dni)

word count: 6.8k

synopsis: a one night stand with a well known player leaves you feeling high and dry. alas, the end of the semester is coming up quickly, and you must divert your attention to finals. however, the student librarian is a little… distracting.

written by: me :)

read it here

cherry blossom season

pairing: lee felix x reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: you and felix have been friends since you were kids; one day, you decide to treat your best friend to the perfect picnic date… wait, uh, did I say ‘date’ I mean-

written by @skzkkun

read it here

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cb97zone · 1 year

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killshot. — “hwang hyunjin.”

in which you and your team set out to find this “bloodthirsty” serial killer — and end up running to hwang hyunjin, a mysterious man who knows... a lot more about vampires than you thought.

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

word count. 1.4k

genre. vampire!au, fantasy + non-fantasy (?? like there's a mix between the two worlds?), written series x a bit of smau, thriller, mystery, angst, slight romance, some comedy.

warnings. cursing, injuries in a forest?? (nothing graphic), blood, illusions, hyunjin has abandonment issues ... tba

note. please read everything here to understand the plot! profiles will be posted soon, i just wanted yall to read this first LMFAO i hope you enjoy + i’m srry for any errors.

SONG RECS: generation why, conan gray. grow up, skz. running up that hill, kate bush. 19, skz. mind games, sickick. astronomy, conan gray.

IT WAS EXACTLY 3:30 AM.

The cold wind was blowing through the mysterious, dark, and creepy forest – and deep within that was a seal.

A seal to close the path between two worlds: the real world and... a world that shouldn't exist in the first place. What exactly is inside that world, you ask?

Vampires. Yes, literal vampires — and not the kind you see on TV, because these vampires can and will suck the life out of you. Some say the name of this other world is “Yellow Wood”; a mysterious place that, despite its name, is tainted red. Although no one can really confirm if this description is accurate because no one has lived to tell the tale.

But that doesn’t really matter now, does it? Let's talk about “Yellow Wood’s” vampires.

To start, there are three (3) different kinds of vampires, and they are broken down into these classes: Class Z, Class Y, and Class X.

The lowest class is Z. These vampires are essentially non-lethal, and they cannot feed on humans (due to their rank, they’d need to learn more to do so.) They typically consume animals or what they refer to as “blood sachets,” (or blood packs) which doesn’t even taste like blood at all but it’s better than nothing. However, this does not change the fact that they are vampires.

The second rank is Class Y. These vampires are completely average; yes, they can feed on humans, but they can only consume two (2) of them each month.

Although it gives them a lot of strength in the process, consuming too much blood would cause these vampires to lose control, endangering their lives. These vampires’ hunting skills are quite good, as they get to learn from the highest rank, which is…

Class X.

This class is filled with the most professional hunting vampires; and they weren’t only good at hunting itself — these vampires were smart. They’re also very strong in combat, and able to consume as much humans as they want without losing control.

But everyone has a limit — and that includes vampires, no matter how strong or intelligent they are.

Vampires were kept out of the real world for about 500 years. No one knows how, or when, but it’s known that these vampires have been trapped in Yellow Wood — from their own kind. Then again, this could just be all fictional. But just because this seems fictional to you and everyone else, doesn’t technically mean that it is.

“How can a vampire trap other vampires from the real world when they’re their own kind? Don’t they need to eat humans in order to survive?” Good question, actually. But, these vampires aren’t the typical kind you see on your favorite TV show.

Let me tell you something, dear reader. This vampire was not like the others. This vampire was a young boy, ranked Z. And this boy didn’t act his rank, because he was strong, intelligent — and he felt like there was more than just hunting people. He felt feelings other vampires didn’t; he pitied humans.

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[THE DAY BEFORE THE SEAL BROKE › 11:47 PM.]

“WHY DO WE NEED TO KILL THOSE HUMANS?” the young boy would ask everyday, watching his father dig his fangs into a lifeless being. “I’ve told you many times, boy. We need to eat them in order to survive,” the man replied, not even glancing at his child. “But have you ever felt sorry for them, father?”

“Felt sorry? I’m afraid it’s impossible to feel such an emotion,” he scoffed. “vampires can’t feel sorry, my boy. We lack empathy. We can’t let these ‘emotions’ get in the way, or we’d be just as pathetic as humans. Don’t you know that?”

The young boy shakes his head. “N..no, father, I mean, not until now, at least. Azure and I just wondered–”

“Stop mentioning Azure. Didn’t I tell you to stop playing with friends? You’re supposed to be training, Hyunjin. You’re supposed to carry the Hwang family name. Instead, what did you end up doing? You ask me stupid questions,” Mr. Hwang raised his voice, clearly annoyed at his own son. “Hyunjin, my boy. You have potential to become one of the strongest vampires in this cruel world, if not the strongest. You’re just not seeing it.”

“But father, I am strong. I’m training a lot, and Azure helps me. I’m barely even getting rest, just to get noticed by you. To get recognized,” Hyunjin protests. “when will you start believing in me, father? When will you believe in me, just like how you believed in C—”

“Don’t you dare mention your step brother!” now, Mr. Hwang was really mad. “Get out, Hwang Hyunjin. Right this instant. You’re a disappointment to this family.”

The boy hung his head low. Why must I always let father down? Why can’t I be more like my step brother? he thought. “I- I’m sorry, father. I got ahead of myself, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t you understand, Hyunjin? Everything went downhill when you were born, only unfortunate things started happening to you, to us. Your own mother even died, giving birth to you! An angel that ended up getting tainted!” his father yelled, “but you were never an angel to begin with. You’re just a curse, Hyunjin. That’s what you are.”

A curse. Those words repeated in Hyunjin’s head — and those words, even though he couldn’t feel it, it was as if his heart had been torn in a million pieces.

Not even saying a word, Hyunjin left his father silently, without looking at him.

Hyunjin walked, and walked, and walked. While doing so, he looked up at the sky. It was tainted red. Uh-oh, Hyunjin was hungry.

When vampires are hungry, their vision becomes red; and that includes their eyes. Their skin becomes slightly pale, and in their mind... all they can think about is their food.

“Shit,” Hyunjin muttered in frustration. “I’m out of blood packs... I need to find Azure.”

Hyunjin searches for his friend, going through the dark forest. It was about to turn midnight in about five minutes, yet he still couldn’t find his friend.

“Azure! Where are you?” Hyunjin called out to the tall trees, now getting worried. All he got as response was the cold wind blowing through his body, and the tall trees looked even taller than before; as if it were teasing him. Something was wrong, and Hyunjin could feel it. Azure, please show up. Please, I’m scared, Azure...

Then suddenly, as if on cue, a scream echoed through the forest. “Someone help! Please!”

That voice... Alarmed, Hyunjin immediately looked at the direction where the scream was coming from, which was to his left.

Hyunjin ran, and ran, and ran. The forest was dark, cold, and lonely. The more Hyunjin ran, the more it felt like as if the trees he’s run past by were endless. “You’re inferior, weak, and useless. You could never be like your step brother, no matter how hard you try.” He could hear the trees taunt him, playing with his mind. “You’re a curse.”

Hyunjin was getting angrier. “Shut the fuck up! That’s not true, it’s not real, it’s not...” he trailed off, covering his ears and closing his eyes.

Hyunjin was hungry. I’m going to lose myself.. I need food... blood.. he cried to himself, tired tears falling down his cheeks.

“Don’t do this to me, please!” another scream broke out, alarming Hyunjin once again.

“That voice again...” Hyunjin did his best to get up, not even bothering to wipe his tears. He started running again, slowly losing his mind — and soon, himself. Hyunjin didn’t even bother dodging the tree branches; he got some slight scars here and there, but all that was on his mind right now was that person screaming for help.

After what felt like forever, Hyunjin finally arrived to an area with no trees. That was fortunate, at least. What wasn’t was the fact he could literally be dying right now, and he didn’t have the energy to get up.

Tiredly, Hyunjin looked around the area. His vision was quite blurry, but still enough to see. And his eyes were a burning crimson.

Hyunjin blinked once more to see his surroundings clearly. And, if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, he could’ve sworn he saw two or more people staying nearby... a gate?

Holy fuck, where even am I? he thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Those were illusions! No one’s in danger... I came here for nothing..

“I’m so hungry.. tired...” Hyunjin groaned in pain and exhaustion. “someone please... please help.” ⠀

No one was there. So this is how I’m going to die, huh? Damn, what a pathetic death. He chuckled weakly to himself, now on the ground and facing the dark sky. Hwang Hyunjin, the curse that’ll be put to an end. Hyunjin looked around this mysterious place for one last time — and the realization hit him.

The person that needed saving was no other than himself. And with that, Hyunjin blacked out.

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— a gaze of astonishment, hhj.

wildest dreams inspired fic the fourth entry of my new series, taylor swift songs x skz [ series masterlist ] i hope you guys enjoy and don't forget to leave feedbacks and reblog! 💕

pairing — painter/artist!hyunjin x fem!reader (with she/her as pronouns)

genre — strangers to lovers trope, romance, slight angst and smut.

warnings — profanity, kissing, explicit sexual content, soft dom!hyunjin, protected sex, nipple/breast play, pet names, slight dirty talk, slight degrading, fingering and oral sex (f. receiving) alcohol consumption, subtle smoking, clubbing and car speeding, minors dni. lmk if i missed smth, not proofread.

word count — 11.4k +

songs that was used for inspiration — wildest dreams by taylor swift, falling by chase atlantic, overdrive by conan gray, and strawberries and cigarettes by troye sivan

Two people unfamiliar with each other,

One saw the other from across the street.

The other one takes glances at the stranger sitting on the other side of the train.

They exchanged looks as their hands collided on a single sandwich left on the shelf in a convenience store.

Sometimes, they sit together during the first day of classes.

Or sharing the same nicknames being written on their cups of coffee in the café as the staff calls them.

Maybe one of them fell asleep as their head landed on the other one’s shoulder when they were together while taking a bus ride home.

Probably taking the same shelter under a pouring rain after forgetting their umbrellas.

It can be wearing the same shirt as they share the same elevator, getting an awkward atmosphere.

Possibly one of them heard their favorite song from the other and complemented their music taste.

They meet unexpectedly.

There are a lot of ways to the questions that start with how, where, and when. Certain situations like that result in a blooming friendship or if others are lucky, a lover’s relationship perhaps. Depends on how someone delivers their actions. It can happen anytime when everyone knows that there are 24 hours a day. Mornings are filled with fresh smiles and nights are covered with hope when some people start their day during the dark.

Weekend nights are popular, they say you can do whatever you want, have fun now and let fate does its magic. Drunk and high, cars with no roof, loud music, cigarettes, and sex, kissing strangers in the dark. The aesthetic of Friday and Saturday nights, get an extreme hangover in the morning, fall asleep at the bar, or wake up on someone’s bed, naked. It is fun but they would be on the last list of things you’d want to do. Nothing would beat up an ice cream tub and Netflix inside your apartment. Hence, leisure doesn’t always exist and preferences are not always obliged.

His footsteps echo in a quiet part of the hall as people chatter away to the next painting. A soft pace that leads him to one of the portraits being hung on the wall. Sophisticated and fragile, with slicked-back hair, a tie, and a suit, the heels of his shoes were detectable on a marble floor. The canvas was covered with a dark color scheme yet the subject was vibrant as if it was going against its surroundings. Live flowers were taken as the muse, black represents darkness, and the white petals represent light.

It was supposed to be simple, yet your feet didn’t want to go anywhere but there. It was so beautiful, it was perfect, and every detail was captured by the artist. A mesmerizing piece of art, his eyes never left the displays but he could feel the spell you’re under, frozen in front of a frame. He walked gently and stopped at a six feet distance, hands on his back and a smile of triumph on his face. You weren’t supposed to be there.

“It’s enthralling, isn’t it?” He asked as your eyes fell in his direction. A handsome young man who is just around your age, so formal and captivating himself.

“Y-yeah,” You said, tracing a few strands of your hair, behind your ear.

It was Jeongin’s idea. That prick managed to persuade you after a week of saying no. The Charmer art exhibit is one of the famous art displays being held all over South Korea, yet the artist only relies on his pen name without showing themself to the public. It was expensive and exclusive, people consider themselves lucky if they get in. Your brother, on the other hand, said he bought tickets with the permission of his father. Despite the dislike of spending a weekend night out, he begged for you to go with him, but he’s nowhere to be found at the moment.

“Shall I amuse you with something else?” He asked, meeting your eyes.

He is so breathtaking. Siren eyes, a blessed creature who possesses a unique beauty, as if he’s a demi-god and the son of Aphrodite. The black suit envelopes his perfect physique. He was more captivating than the painting itself. Seeing him as if you were looking at red roses in a bathtub with small candles, tasting a fresh red wine, witnessing a runway of models, feeling the white bedsheets in a dark room, enjoying the fireworks, and listening to Chase Atlantic songs.

“I would love to,” You answered as his smile grew a bit wider, gesturing his hand, showing the way.

Two strangers, walking side by side in the empty hall, engrossed with every painting hung on the wall. He started a conversation as she listens diligently. There was a big hint of professionalism in his every movement, his fingers wrapped in silver rings that trace the air to indicate a certain piece.

“The artist calls this, A Gaze of Astonishment,” He said. “The man was looking at her, planning his entire life with a random beautiful stranger he saw from across the street,”

“Isn’t that a little odd?” You asked him as he let out a small chuckle. The painting shows a man and a woman having a distance from each other, the man was looking at her as her gaze is somewhere else. It was as if he fell in love on the spot, a random stranger made his heart beat faster.

“People are weird sometimes, they fall in love with someone they just met, even with a random stranger,” He explained. “His gaze tells the audience how he wanted to spend his life with her, or even just for a short time, maybe wanting to know this person who suddenly amused him or create a relationship,”

“Falling in love feels weird anyway,” You said, looking at your shoes.

“Indeed,” He said. “Strangers can fall in love, they meet unexpectedly and spend moments at a random time. They get to know each other and talk as if they’ve known each other for years,”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You asked him as he nodded gently.

“I do,” He answered, taking a few glances to be familiar with your visuals. “And you?”

“Maybe,” You smiled. “I wanted to believe the things I only see in movies and what I read in books,”

“They’re real,” He said. “But only if you manage to experience such feeling,”

“It’s rare,” You said bitterly as he let out a small laugh. “Not everyone has the same privilege in life you know?”

“You have a perspective that sparks my interest, I wanted to know you more,” He said as you smiled at him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment and thank you?” You chuckled, tightening your grip on your handbag, suddenly feeling an unusual sensation. “Should we have a conversation in a coffee shop or is there somewhere else you want to go, sometime?”

“Actually, I want something unusual,” He hums, rubbing his chin to think. “Say, you want to drive out of the city?” He asked.

“With someone you just met?” You chuckled.

“I like taking the risk, besides, my manager and the guards will come and get me in 5 seconds,” He said, turning around to face your direction, reaching out his hand.

“Manager and guards? How do you know一”

“5…” He counted.

“Hyunjin!” A man’s voice echoed in the hall, standing a few meters away with bodyguards behind him.

“4… Miss, please make a decision now,” He smirked.

“How can I trust you?” You asked, heart started to beat faster in panic, taking a glance at his hand and the group of men approaching.

“3… you’ll know when you come with me,” He said. “2… it is the weekend, you can do whatever you want,”

“You’re not going to do something stupid, are you?” You asked, finally holding his hand as he locked eyes with you.

“1… wise choice,” He said, kissing the back of your hand as he started to run, dragging you with him. “Don’t worry, Love, you’re good.” He winked, exiting the building and leading towards the parking area.

“Why are you running away?” You asked as Hyunjin opened the door of a black cabriolet sports car.

“Nothing, it’s the weekend, I can do whatever I want, now hop in before we get caught,” Biting your lower lip, you heard the commotion from a distance. Hyunjin is already sitting in the driver’s seat as you stand there. Sighing at the sight of the situation, you immediately kicked yourself in, closing the door with a loud bang. “Nice,”

“Hwang Hyunjin!” His manager, yet again, screamed his name, running towards the spot but the former had already driven away.

“Are you serious? Oh my gosh! My brother’s going to kill me if he finds out I’m running away with someone I don’t know,” You exclaimed but Hyunjin just laughed it out, hands on the steering wheel. “What?” You asked him looking in disbelief, but found yourself giggling at his bright expression.

“You seemed pretty lonely back there, I had to take you away with me,” He smiled, eyes focused on the road as the wind swayed with your hair, feeling the cold night air.

“You have good eyes,” You said.

“I know, that’s why I chose you because you were standing so beautiful in that black dress,” He said, glancing at you, serving a wink. “And I believe I’m no stranger to you, you heard my name, care to tell me yours?”

“Y/n,” You said, eyes darted on him.

“So, Y/n, is there any place you wanted to go?” He asked with his hands to keep steering on the wheel.

“I have no idea, but since you always amuse me, you decide,”

“My pleasure to amuse you, even more, babe,” He winked. “It’s going to be a long way and the night is still young, why don’t we take our time?”

“Feels like I’m doing something illegal,” You laughed.

“It’s not illegal when you think it’s legal,” That caught you off guard and looked at him, crossing your arms, relaxing against the backrest.

“Ya, I love the way you’re speaking to me,”

“Then be my guest,” He shrugged but still had a smug smile on his face.

Two people who only know each other’s names, rushing a car ride in the night was strange in the thoughts of others. But for you, it felt like freedom.

It was an unusual thing to do, but the bright stars and moon, the clear black sky are telling you to go for it. The wind is getting colder, but that didn’t stop you from sitting at the top of the backrest, throwing your hands in the air while Hyunjin stepped on the pedal, speeding the car unlike usual. A scream of joy as your fingers spread wide, playing with the invisible friend. Hair strangled at the back, your dress flying with it as the smile on his face never faded. Despite it being so foreign, you fell in love with the concept.

Every worry and thought suddenly vanished into thin air, the stubborn college requirements, the coziness of staying at home for the weekend, the pressure you get from your father, and the thought of Jeongin’s face if he realized you were gone. It didn’t matter to you anymore, this moment is one of the best things happening in your life. Maybe coming with Hyunjin wasn’t a bad idea, after all, a handsome young lad, inviting you to run away in the random way as possible. This was it, riding in a car with no roof and the loud music playing on his radio. Your head swayed from left to right, enjoying the half-relatable lyrics.

The city lights flew by, cars rushed to get home, shops closed down for the day, quiet streets of the night, the loud beating of your heart, it was beautiful to get out yet still skeptical with Hyunjin. You bit your lower lip, landing back on the seat. His siren eyes darted on the road, his long black hair swayed with the wind gently, big hands and long fingers collided with the wheel, and his coat was wide open revealing the black polo inside, tie loosened while embracing the collar. This man is so handsome for the sake of your weak heart. Out of all the people in that hall, he chose you.

“Done checking me out?” He asked, slapping you back to reality.

“I-I wasn’t,” You scoffed as he smirked.

“I can feel those pretty eyes of yours staring straight to my soul,” He said, making blood rush towards your cheeks.

“Do you always do this?” You asked.

“Do what?”

“Driving in the middle of the night with some stranger?”

“No, I usually go alone, but this night is different,” He said. “I thought you’d say no when I asked you to,” He paused, taking a glance in your direction. “Why did you come with me?”

“I don’t know, maybe some man whose name I just knew was being chased by his manager,” You chuckled. “You’re Hyun.e are you?”

“In the flesh,” He said.

“You’re one interesting flesh,” And Hyunjin then smirked at the statement.

“And you’re one beautiful stranger,”

Your body faces his direction, leaning at the backrest as you enjoy the sight of him driving with the cool wind gushing by. It was mesmerizing and heavenly being so free at a time like this. Closing your eyes for being comfortable, a fresh feeling of being outdoors. You never wanted to go home, not yet, you just wanted to stay like that for a while, or maybe the whole night. It was worth it, running away with someone you just met, but it couldn’t last long.

Not a moment later, the sight of the beach was painted outside the city. Small white waves crashed on the shore as the moonlight’s reflection swayed with the seawater. The sea breeze was way more relaxed than the city air, it sent shivers down your spine as if you were sitting on a block of ice. Hyunjin suddenly took a segue as the loud music from his radio stopped the moment he parked the car, a few meters away from the water. The lights and engine were turned off, he ran his fingers through his hair before he decided to take off his coat.

Meanwhile, you were too preoccupied with the view. The sound of waves crashing on the shore was too relaxing and soothing in the ears, it was so quiet and no people were around. Just you and Hyunjin, the stars and moon, the water and the disheveled sand. City lights were so distant and some lampposts by the trees had their wires fried. Yet, it wasn’t so dark and it wasn’t so bright.

“It’s so beautiful here,” There was a hint of astonishment in your voice, one that Hyunjin fell in love with. He liked the idea of you admiring things at a distance, eyes that are good observers.

“I know right?” He said, sliding his coat on your shoulders making you flinch on your seat. “It’s cold, wear it,”

“Thanks,” You answered, trying to hide the blood rush hinting crimson red and heat in your cheeks.

“Enjoy the view,” He smiled as he took off, breathing the fresh air of the night. You hurried to get out of the car, the sand was eating up your heels as a quiet sigh escaped from your lips. Hyunjin leaned on the bumper, rolling up his annoying sleeves just right before the elbow. Taking off your heels, they landed on your seat as you dragged yourself towards the cold water, feeling the waves.

“This is great,” You said, as the waves tickled your feet. A small giggle was heard, it was good to feel like a little kid again playing with the waves as if it’s chasing you to the shore. Hyunjin crossed his arms, smiling at the sight of you.

“How do you like it?” He asked from a distance.

“A lot,” You said brightly. “Come, the water is not that cold,”

“Nah, I’m good,” He said. “I’m just here to see it,” He added, taking a pack of cigarettes and a zippo from his pocket. Taking a single stick from the pack, he had it in between his lips trying to light it. Wrapping and hugging his coat, you took out something from your handbag, coming back to where he was. Tossing the bag to where your heels were, you took out the unlighted cigarette off of his lips.

“You shouldn’t be smoking,” You said, leaving him dumbfounded after snatching it away, letting it end between your lips instead. “Have this in replacement,”

“A lollipop? Seriously?” He smirked.

“It’s better than a cigarette,” You shrugged, handing him the unwrapped candy. “It’s strawberry flavored,”

Hyunjin looked at you in disbelief before a sigh escaped his lips, “Fine,” He said.

“Good,” You smiled, throwing the cigarette away when suddenly he wrapped an arm on your waist, pulling you closer to him, a free hand held yours with the lollipop before crashing his lips onto yours.

His lips were soft and plump, it was hot and intimate, and tasted like peppermint with his cherry-flavored lip balm. It was supposed to feel strange but it only sent an adrenaline rush and the loud thumping of your heart. He sucked your lower lip, biting it softly making out a soft moan from you. His arm even pulled you closer, dragging you in between his legs as he deepened the kiss. A hand on his broad shoulder, this man will swoon you over in a minute. Kissing him back was the most unexpected thing, but you can’t blame yourself, it feels so good.

You pulled away from the kiss leaving Hyunjin smirking before taking the candy inside his mouth and hands on his trousers’ pockets. It suddenly became hot. You covered your lips, feeling the heat on your cheeks. And there it goes again, two people who were only getting to know each other, shared an intimate kiss under the moonlight. Sounds like it was rushed, with a page that only had a few words to say, and a student rushing their essay before the deadline in a few minutes.

“That was rude,” You said.

“You kissed me back,” He shrugged, licking the strawberry-flavored lollipop. “Shall I do it again but slowly?” He teased making your cheeks burn red.

“No,” You hissed.

“Fine,” He hummed. “Sit with me, Y/n.” Hesitant at the thought, you still ended up taking the space of his bumper.

“Aren’t they looking for you?” You asked, looking at the beach.

“Who?” He asked, holding the stick of the lollipop. “Oh, my manager?”

“Yeah,”

“Nah, Chan hyung is used to it, art exhibit, I stroll through the crowd, they don’t know me—just my name, then I rush out driving away when it’s time to go back to the hotel and talk about business,” He said.

“Must be tough,” You answered.

“You could say,” He shrugged. “I just wanted to be alone sometimes, including the fact that I paint,”

“But you’re not alone now, I’m here,” You chuckled as he smiled.

“I like your company,” He said. “It’s been a while since the last time I was alone with some friends, it’s mostly business, yes? I hate being under the spotlight, I tend to send Chan hyung at every event to speak on behalf of me, I just tell him this and that about certain paintings and do the business for me,”

“Is that why you don’t show yourself to the public?” You asked, looking at him.

“Yeah, it’s good to be away from a crowd of people,” He answered, biting and chewing the candy. “Consider yourself lucky, Y/n, you’re seeing Hyun.e in the flesh,”

“Wow, lucky me,” You laughed as Hyunjin joined you.

“You’re the very first person I dragged into this running away thingy,” He confessed as you took his hand to sympathize, giving him a reassuring smile. The hint of loneliness covers his eyes, it’s not foreign, he wants to enjoy life as you do, but being imprisoned in the business world. He may spend his time working on the things he loves but lack the moments with the people he cares about. Hyunjin bit the stick as you leaned onto his shoulder. “You’re sweet,” He said.

“I’m being affectionate,” You smiled.

“So, tell me something about you Y/n,” He answered, looking down in your direction as you sat up straight, hands on both sides for support. “Tell me interesting things about you,”

“There’s not much to tell,” You said.

“I’m all ears,” He reassured, patting your shoulder.

“Well, I have a half-brother, his father is my father, he remarried a year after my mother died, I live away from them since I don’t like my adopted mother, she’s actually his mistress even before I was born, but my brother is sweet and affectionate,” You started. “I live in an apartment where he always visits me, especially when he’s free, we’re both in college, Jeongin’s in his sophomore year, while I’m in my senior year, I major in English Lit., I love to read, I like lollipops,” You chuckled in between. “I love being alone, I love staying at home, watching Netflix with a tub of ice cream or ramen, but life can be fucked up sometimes, I can’t always do that coziness,”

“Life is already fucked up from the start, Y/n,” He said.

“I know,” You said quietly. “It gets worse every time,”

“That’s fine, at least you have one fine young man beside you right now, not all people can manage to have me!” He said, making you laugh.

“You’re kind of narcissistic aren’t you?” You said that he gave his brightest smile. “But you’re telling the truth anyway,”

“You think I’m handsome?” He asked.

“Yeah, we can’t deny that fact, the first time I saw you back there you were shining and glimmering, you look so expensive,” You answered which made him flatter.

“You’re way too honest,” He chuckled in response. “Say, Y/n, do you like clubbing Y/n?”

“Clubbing?”

Long night, blinding lights, loud music, the smell of strong alcohol and perfume mixed in the air, chattering of strangers to one-night lovers, make-outs, and half-naked bodies, you hate the bar. Everything was ecstasy for the majority, all except you. It makes you smirk when you hear moans and flirting sentences from the ones who stood beside you as they touch and grope each other. Scenes that were expected the moment you reached inside. It was suffocating. Your hands immediately held Hyunjin as he pulled you by the waist, rubbing his thumb on your curves reassuring you he’d be there. He was smiling at the crowd.

With screams of people, high-pitched yelling, and the hype, you didn’t understand how people love parties. It wasn’t your thing anyway, but it’s not bad to go for one. The sight of two people sitting at the right side of your spot kissing vigorously, the girl’s arms wrapped around his neck as his hands massaging her breasts. Another reason for your blood rush, it was getting hot. You turned around to see Hyunjin, a hand in his pocket as he led you to the counter. The atmosphere was high, drunk, smoking cigarettes, and some couples disappeared to the toilets to have sex as the others had to leave.

Hyunjin asked the barista for drinks as you took off his coat, it caught his attention. He loves the sight of you wearing that black dress that shows off your shoulders as it fits. It highlights your curves as it falls right above the knee length. The sleeves were gorgeous enough to cover your arms down to your wrists and your hair just comes naturally. He loves your eyes, the way you smile simply made his heart leap. You were so beautiful in his eyes, one that screams inspiration for his piece. A glass of champagne added to his luxury.

“Why did you take it off?” He asked, taking small sips.

“It’s a little hot in here,” You said with a nervous laugh, taking the wine glass.

“You’re hot yourself,” He winked.

There he is again, making you go wild when he’s just new in your life.

“Not as much as you,” You answered as it made him melt.

He’s used to being called like that over a thousand times but it came to an entirely different vibe from you. Only a laugh of bashfulness came out of his mouth then take another sip from his glass. You bit your lower lip playing with the rim of your glass, rubbing it with your thumb. The champagne was good, but you wanted to drink as minimally as possible, you didn’t want to end up embarrassing yourself in front of him, even when you got drunk. Taking a few sips on it, you caught a guy’s attention. Hyunjin was trying to get another glass when that stranger came to approach you.

“Hey there beautiful,” He said, which made Hyunjin’s eyes darken the moment he heard it. Your eyes went wide, not another stranger again一he was handsome, but not as much as Hyunjin.

“H-hey,” You managed to reply.

“I see you seemed lonely, care to dance with me?” He asked again when Hyunjin smirked and walked in between the two of you. His tall figure made the guy look threatened, being nervous about what was going to happen, Hyunjin’s stern look made him look even hotter. “Back off dude, she’s mine,” The guy said, growling at Hyunjin with his death stare. The latter suddenly uttered a wicked laugh, loosening his tie before he pushed him away.

“Don’t flirt with my girlfriend, you piece of shit!” Hyunjin said as you held his hand.

“Hyunjin, no,” You said as his eyes landed on you.

“Scared?” He asked.

“No, just don’t get in trouble,” You answered, tightening your grip around his wrist. He smiled at the thought before giving you a soft kiss and getting back at the guy who just witnessed it.

“What are you looking at?” He asked, with a smirk on his face. The guy’s face hardened and glared at him before leaving.

“Fuck!” The guy hissed under his breath leaving you and Hyunjin alone.

Another kiss again, it made you frozen on the spot and the champagne was left unattended on the counter. Hyunjin looks proud of it, but not the way you looked uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your forehead as you snuggled closer. His expensive perfume welcomed your nostrils, it was more intoxicating than the roaming scent of alcohol. It smells so good. Hyunjin suddenly leaned down on your ear, kissing it which sends shivers down your spine making your grip on his polo tighten.

“Hmm,” You hummed.

“Are you okay?” He whispered as you gave him a gentle nod. “You want to get out of here?” He asked again as you looked up to him.

“You want to?” You asked back.

“Only if you want,” He smiled, taking his glass of champagne一having it all in one gulp.

“Not yet,” You said out of nowhere, having your drink in one gulp and then asking the bartender for another one leaving Hyunjin amused.

“I thought you don’t like drinking?” He asked with a small laugh.

“Not every time, dance with me Hwang,” You chuckled, gesturing the bartender to wait for a bit before dragging Hyunjin to the dancefloor.

The night was loud, the time was being ignored, two people who feel like they’ve known each other for years, kissing as if they have labels, dancing on the dancefloor enjoying the party. You never fail to amuse him, the typical reserved girl, so sweet and innocent一who loves Netflix and a tub of ice cream, the one who hates the crowd and parties, it felt like you were different now. Hyunjin didn’t mind, he likes it, he made the right decision to drag you out and have fun. It was just you and him, enjoying the company of each other. Each beat of the music had you both dancing carelessly, the stares you shared, the smiles you’d make, he said he’s not going to catch feelings. The kiss and champagne, the strawberry-flavored lollipop, and unlightened cigarettes, this was something to remember.

His hand suddenly met yours, interlocking your fingers as he dragged you away from the crowd and went to the parking area. Drinking every last bit of champagne from the stolen wine glasses on the counter, running away with shared laughs, Hyunjin drove away to the hotel where he’s at. It was almost one in the morning, and the swimming pool on the 22nd floor was closed. Chan was patiently waiting for him in the lobby but he was too quick enough to hide behind the hotel porter with you. The bags were big enough to remain unseen and went to get his card at the counter, holding your hand leading to the elevator.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“To the swimming pool, we’ll sneak into my room later,” He winked.

“I hope Chan won’t nag at you,” You chuckled crossing arms on your chest.

“Oh, he will he sees me,” He laughed as you heard the elevator’s sound, indicating that you arrived.

“It says closed,” You said seeing the sign and the stanchion posts surrounding the rectangular shape of the indoor pool.

“Live a little, Y/n,” He said, taking them off, jumping to the blue water, splashing everything in your direction.

“Ya!” You exclaimed as he rose, seeing you drenched. He laughed out loudly wiping his face as the water drips down from his black locks down to his eyes. You didn’t know what to feel with his visuals anymore, it made your heart go crazy.

“The water is good Y/n, come on!” He said, motioning his hands to join him.

“Fine,” You said, giving a teasing look before jumping on an empty spot, splashing the water all over him. “Wow, that was good!”

“I told you,” He said as he started swimming around.

You watched him enjoying the moment, following him in the water wasn’t probably the best idea but it was worth having so much fun even if it’s just one night. He was splashing water on you as you did the same, another heartfelt laugh, it was the way he had his hands on your waist lifting you, gently throwing you in the other direction. A delicate squeal was heard as you tried to get back at him. Diving in the pool, you pushed him behind his back, it was hard enough to knock him over but he was too quick to wrap his arms around your waist, tickling you down.

Giggles echoed around the pool area, Hyunjin suddenly stopped as he stared at you, it was such a beautiful sight. Laughing with you felt so comfortable and different. Wiping your face out of it being soaked, you could feel Hyunjin’s hands still being wrapped around your waist. His eyes looking at you, filled with wonder and curiosity with a hint of intimacy and interest. He was smiling, not minding how stupid it is to have you being dragged away. A total stranger that suddenly caught him off guard. You were beautiful in his eyes, a precious gem that he wanted to keep for himself.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, suddenly feeling awkward with the situation. His fingers traced your cheek, taking the wet strands off your face, leaving them behind your ear.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said quietly, making you blush, but before you could say something, you felt his lips planted on yours.

It felt the same as the first time you tasted his lips, but it is now mixed with champagne and a hint of your strawberry-flavored lollipop. He pulled you closer to his body as your arms were around his neck. A hand was placed gently on your cheek, slowly caressing it as he deepened the kiss. Your lips molded against each other as he could taste the champagne with the hint of your cotton candy lip gloss. You started playing with his wet hair as he smiled between the kiss then biting your upper lip, sucking it before he could devour it again.

It felt so good, nobody made you feel like this or this is how falling in love with a stranger looks like. Stolen glances across the hall, a small conversation that turns into running away, deep talks by the beach, sharing your first kiss—one that can melt you inside—clubbing and stolen glasses of champagne, and a kiss in the swimming pool. You wanted to hold him longer. There are a lot of unexpected things happening and it’s only midnight, you’d likely stay awake all night for the sake of this heavenly feeling. Freedom, rebellion, and dancing with a stranger, it all started because of a gaze of astonishment.

“Hyunjin!” It was his manager’s voice as the door banged open, causing the kiss to be cut off. Hyunjin hissed under his breath as you turned away out of embarrassment, covering your blushing face.

“Chan hyung, what the fuck!? Can’t you knock?” Hyunjin growled as Chan sighed in disbelief.

“Go back to your room now. You have a schedule tomorrow,” He said with a stern look as his eyes landed on you then his face softened. “Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you—you look great by the way,” Chan said sheepishly, turning to Hyunjin again whose hand was on his waist and the other on his nape. “Hyunjin, get out of the pool now.”

“Fine,” He scoffed as he went off first before reaching out his hand to help you. “I’m sorry for this, let’s talk in my room, yes? Wait for me,” He said, kissing your forehead before going to Chan. “Now what?”

“Your next exhibit will be at 8 tomorrow morning, I thought you’d be back by 10 pm. Not 1 fucking a.m.! You’re not even answering my calls,” Chan nagged as Hyunjin sighed.

“I thought I told you about this hyung? I spend the night going wherever I want after the exhibits, I didn’t promise to be back at 10,” Hyunjin explained as you stood there feeling guilty for taking his attention away. “What am I, a child? Oh my God, hyung!”

“I have nothing against it! All I want is you to be mindful of the time,” Chan sighed harshly. “Look, just go into your room. I need to talk to her,” Hyunjin looked at you, flinching at the spot. He reached out his hand as you came forward. Being nervous as you are, Hyunjin gave you a reassuring look before holding your hand, squeezing them before he left for his room. A sigh escaped your lips as you turned to face Chan, his stern look faded in a few seconds.

“Is everything alright? I think I caused him trouble with you, I should just go,” You said but Chan shook his head.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing,” He smiled. “I’m just glad that he’s with someone right now unlike the previous exhibits where he comes back in the morning,” He laughed half-heartedly.

“I’m still very sorry, we might have lost track of time,” You said, rubbing your arm in disappointment.

“It’s okay, love,” Chan insisted. “Aren’t you Jeongin’s older sister?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” You asked being confused.

“Hyun.e is your father’s favorite painter, I usually visit his office when he wants to negotiate with some of Hyunjin’s paintings. I happened to see your family portrait,” Chan said. “And yeah, Jeongin’s friends with us, I just didn’t know why he didn’t introduce you to us,”

“Oh, it’s just that, I’m always busy, and Jeongin’s has a lot of free time, so…” You said, rubbing your nape. “But uhm, please tell my brother that I’m fine, I can’t tell him where I am since my phone is dead.”

“Okay,” Chan nodded. “But please if you ever plan on staying for the night, please do not let Hyunjin out of your sight, yes?”

“I will,” You smiled.

“He’s in room 1320, 13th floor,”

“Right,”

A small bow was exchanged before you head back to the elevator down to Hyunjin’s room. The night is starting to get exhausting, including the fact that you’re fresh out from the swimming pool with water dripping from your hair and dress. A small sigh of frustration escaped from your lips as you reached the 13th floor, knocking a few times on Hyunjin’s door. He was already wearing the hotel’s robe, his wet hair is slowly getting dry but still wearing that disappointed face of his. You smiled at him before you entered the room.

“Are you okay?” You asked as he handed you an extra robe.

“Yeah,” He sighs. “Go wash up first and wear this, I’ll find some clothes for you to wear okay?” He smiled softly, taking the robe.

“Okay,” You said before making a beeline towards the bathroom.

Hyunjin took his glass half-filled with wine. Champagne wasn’t good enough to satisfy his needs, it was cut off so quickly. He leaned by the doorframe, taking appreciation of the view up from the balcony. Everything was quiet enough to calm him down, a few cars rushing by the highway, the stillness of the stars and the moon slowly setting down, he suddenly thought about making another piece for his upcoming exhibit. A sudden hit of inspiration. He licked his lips, taking it into deep thought with a few sips of wine.

Meanwhile, you just got out of the bathroom wearing the robe. He forgot about the clothes, but seeing you wearing the white cloth that envelopes your body, he thought you don’t need it anymore. Such a pretty face even without make-up. Hyunjin fell for your beauty even more. Clearing his throat, he placed the glass on the nightstand. Everything he needed was right in front of him, a muse, this painting he’s been thinking of would be different from before. You.

“You look great,” He managed to say.

“Thanks,” You answered with a smile as he spread his arms for a hug. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face on his bare chest.

“I am,” He said softly, playing with your hair. “Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Probably, I can’t stay,” You chuckled, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “Chan said you have something to attend to tomorrow,”

“Hmm,” He hummed in between.

“Why?” You asked, caressing his cheek.

“Nothing,” He smiled. “We still have a few more hours,”

“Yeah, you should be taking all your time with me instead of thinking about what’s going to happen,” You said, giving him a long kiss. The beating of his heart was nothing like before, strong and jumping as if it was going to explode.

“Y/n, you’re making me so damn crazy,” He hissed under his breath the moment the kiss was off.

“And you are to me,” You said as Hyunjin smirked before taking your lips again, hands on your cheeks as you melt at the sudden action.

Heartbeats going fast, eyes closed to savor the moment, lips colliding in response to the tension, hands holding one another for support, the kiss was getting hot. It was the way Hyunjin slid his hand off your cheeks before taking your chin as he deepened the kiss. Taking your steps backward, your waist felt the width of the table being placed by the wall. He lifted you to sit down as he stood between your legs, still enjoying the taste of your lips, biting and sucking them earning a soft mewl from you. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with his black locks as he deepened the kiss. Heads tilted together, eyes were closed, just you sharing a passionate exchange of affection.

It was sweet, you’d agree that falling in love with a stranger would rather be weird or taking the risk unexpectedly. A fool that fell in the hole. Two lonely people staring at the frame of a wonderful painting decided to take flight in the middle of the night. You couldn’t blame yourself either, it felt like Hyunjin was given to you this evening to take a turn in your perspective. It became so different, you didn’t like the bar but you drank and danced with him, you love staying at home watching Netflix while enjoying the food, but here you are, kissing the artist that hovered your attention. A dark hotel room with only the moon and the other city lights contributed brightness, it savored champagne and candies.

Heavy breaths and loud thumping of hearts, you bit his lower lip as Hyunjin placed his thumb in between your lips, feeling his kisses on your neck. You hummed in response to his touch, a hand on his shoulder tightening your grip, you had to look the other way to give him more access. His fangs met your skin, nipping at the delicate scent of vanilla and candies mixed after the bath. Hyunjin suddenly got more intimate and felt the strong urge to touch you. You bit his thumb, sucking it before he stopped to kiss you again. His fingers started to play with the laces of your robe, trying to hold himself to take it off. You pulled him closer to yours as you felt his hand squeezing your ass. Meanwhile, you could sense how he’s stopping himself from doing anything, a kiss, more than a kiss, he wanted it—you wanted it too.

“Y/n?” He called in between.

“Yes, love?” You hummed in response.

“Can I?” He asked when you understood what he meant.

“Yeah,” You said quietly as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, untying the lace of the robe.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” He said seeing your bare skin after slipping the sleeves off your shoulders. Blood rushes to your cheeks feeling the same heat the way Hyunjin impresses you with compliments. His lips met yours again, slowly caressing your body that send shivers down your spine. It was the way he started pinching your nipples making you moan in between his kisses then proceeded on massaging your breasts. He felt your body flinch under his touch that led his lips to form a smirk. “Like it?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, oh my God,” You gasped, holding onto his shoulders when his fingers came in contact with your went cunt, slowly rubbing your wetness.

“I’m not even halfway of touching you but you’re already so wet for me, love,” He said still wearing that smirk on his face.

You bit your lower lip in embarrassment when he started kissing you again, slowly inserting his 2 digits inside, tightening your grip on his broad shoulders and the other free hand at the back of his neck. Sharing a torrid kiss, Hyunjin slowly thrusts his fingers inside you and a hand squeezes your thigh. Hissing underneath your breath, he let out a soft chuckle, enough to blow your mind at the moment. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth as you started to suck on it, licking all over. His fingers’ pace started to go fast, receiving a delicate and sinful sound. You started humping on his fingers as your mouth gap, Hyunjin’s kisses fell back on your neck again, nipping your skin.

“H-Hyunjin, hmm…” You hummed in response.

“Yes, love?” He asked, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I want to feel you,”

Hyunjin’s gaze turned dark, he pulled his fingers gently before tasting your wetness on his lips. A wicked smile surfaced together with a soft chuckle. His wet fingers caress your lips, “Are you sure?” He asked in between as he leaned closer to whisper something in your ear. “‘Cause I won’t be able to stop,”

“I don’t mind,” You said quietly, looking at his eyes, kissing his fingers on your lips.

“Fine,” He smiled, capturing your lips again before lifting you, carrying you towards the bed. Your back felt the warm white sheets against your back as Hyunjin’s lips never left yours. The sound of smacking lips echoed in the room as his kisses suddenly went back on your neck. You felt them traveling down to the valley of your breasts, slowly taking your nipple as the free hand squeezed the other. He loves the idea of playing with them, sucking and biting gently just to hear how you’d react. With a satisfying sound, heavy breathing, and gasping of air, you suddenly wanted him to do more. Then there is Hyunjin enjoying it. His mouth came in contact with the other one and started licking it—the way the tip of his tongue was rubbing on your hard nipple hinted at your strong arousal.

“Fuck,” You gasped as his lips started kissing your stomach, slowly making their way down on your wetness.

“Spread your legs for me, love,” And without hesitation, you just felt the need to let him see everything. “So fucking beautiful, so fucking wet, I love it,” He hissed at the sight of you. His thumb came in contact with your slit, rubbing the wetness that made you mewl. Licking your inner thigh, you felt his tongue replace his thumb, kissing and licking your cunt. It was impossible to think straight at the current situation when he’s eating you out, hands squeezing your thighs as he leaves you a moaning mess.

A simple gaze of astonishment turned into something sinful. Kisses were supposed to be sweet but they can lead to bodies wanting to sin. Your hands met the white sheets, looking for something to hold on to—his tongue was all over your soul, it felt so good and warm. It’s making you go insane, you didn’t want him to stop. He enjoys the sight of you suffering under his touch, the facial expressions you make, the loud moans from your mouths, it’s not only you who’s about to go crazy.

“You taste so good,” He said, as your body arched, tightening your grip on the sheets, feeling his mouth devouring you. Biting your lips, Hyunjin’s hands ended up on your breasts again as you held them tight. Squeezing them while he eats you just added to the heavenly feeling but you know it is not only that. He loves the sight of your dripping cunt with a hint of his saliva, he loves the way you taste and for being so wet for a hot stranger like him. But he was no stranger anymore.

He licked his lips as he crashed them onto yours. The taste of your wetness from his lips had gotten the place even hotter. But it didn’t last long for you to whine when he pulled away. He stood in front of you as he untied the laces of his robe while you lay with your elbows. The robe slipped away from his broad shoulders showing his bare skin, a perfect physique that made your heart pound like crazy and mouth gaped open. He was staring at you while stripping off, his gaze locked with yours, taking a condom from the robe’s pocket, he knew he’d be able to use it, but not without your permission. His teeth met the packaging, harshly ripping it open as he took it out to slip his length in it.

“Lay down,” He said softly, as you obliged, Hyunjin hovered above you, a hand on his length, slowly rubbing the tip of his cock on your wet cunt.

“Shit,” You hissed at the sudden friction. His smirk appeared again as he made his lips come in contact with yours, slowly sliding himself inside you—causing your eyes to roll back. You have your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back as he starts to thrust himself, being gentle at first. Hyunjin deepened the kiss, as his hand held your cheek while the other supported his dominant position.

2 a.m.

The time was already forgotten. Fuck the schedule, Hyunjin doesn’t want to be anywhere but here, fucking the shit out of you as he goes faster. A sinful sound escaped your lips as you dug your fingers into his bare back. He hissed under his breath at the sudden reaction but it felt so good. Your voice is like music to his ears, your neck still smells like your perfume that he always wanted to bite, your legs spreading wide for him as his length drives you crazy. Eyes were shut, feeling every movement Hyunjin makes.

“Oh, shit, Hyunjin!” You blurted out, scratching back again, he could feel the pain from your fake nails—he had to take them off from his neck and hold them above your head, interlocking fingers with him. He went faster than before as your grip tightened along the way.

“You’re so tight, fuck!” He hissed, making you moan even louder.

“I’m going to kill you after this,” You said in between your gasps, tears started to form in your eyes in the sweet madness.

“You can’t,” He teased as your walls tightened. Hyunjin is taking his time, he doesn’t care if you’d wake someone from the other room. All he wanted was to ruin you. A girl he just met, being a mess under him, can be considered as a one-night stand if he left in the morning—but he knows he’s going to look for this moment again. Even if you flee later.

“Kiss me, you fucker,” You said as he happily obliged, still messing you up down there. His lips were hotter than before as you kept letting out his favorite sounds in between a torrid kiss. Hyunjin let go of your hands as that gave you the opportunity to play with his hair, as he went rough with you. “Fuck!” You screamed at the feeling.

He started nipping your neck, biting and kissing before licking the mark. But your hands gripped onto his biceps, moaning about how good it feels to be ruined by him. You weren’t like this, you didn’t know why this man is making his way on you. Heavy breaths and sweat slowly dripped down from his forehead to his bangs. He sweats easily but it made him look so fucking attractive. You don’t mind, his siren eyes were staring at you, smirking at the sight of how messy you are. Being riled up as he is, you could feel how close you are.

“You’re so pretty,” He said.

“Baby, I’m close, fuck!” You moaned out of breath.

“Shh, let it out,” He said grunting underneath his breath, trying to get the most of it until he felt it on his own.

“Shit,” You hissed as he pulled away to release. A sigh escaped your lips, it was good.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, taking the condom off from his length, tossing it away to the bin as you lay exhausted on his sheets. Hyunjin sat down beside you as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, caressing your cheek. “Tired?”

“Yeah, we had a long night,” You said quietly as he smiled softly, placing a soft kiss on your lips, making you smile in return. “You’re so sweet,”

“I got scared when you said you’ll kill me,” He chuckled as you laughed along.

“I was just overwhelmed,” You said, holding his hand as he interlocks your fingers again.

“Do you want to wash up?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You answered, giving him a nod. Another soft kiss occurred in between before he decided to carry you towards the bathroom.

Rays of sunshine came in contact with your eyes as they flutter open only to see the curtains being drawn open and Hyunjin’s side of the bed was empty. He had you wearing his white polo, one that gave you sweater paws with it. The sudden hit of disappointment envelopes your body after realizing his things were gone, the room was quiet and you didn’t even budge to jump out of the bed. His strong, intoxicating scent remains on the sheets as you take the duvet in your arms, hugging his evaporated presence. It was a good night, you wanted to do it again but he’s gone. You didn’t know his schedule anyway, Chan didn’t even tell you.

A sigh escaped your lips as you tried to get up after being sore down there. Disheveled sheets and robes on the floor, it was a night to remember, not only the moment where you made love. He was an interesting stranger, one that could sweep you off your feet in a blink of an eye. You wouldn’t deny the fact that he hit you like a train, faster enough to make you fall under his unique charm and beauty. It just felt stupid how distracted you were and forgetting one of the most important things. His contact number.

Facepalming yourself at the thought, a piece of paper caught your eyes. It was laying down on the other side of the bed, curiosity filled the atmosphere, as your hands gently took the thin canvas. You knew it belonged to Hyunjin but you were surprised by his subject, it was a portrait of you. The one that he saw from the art exhibit last night. Every detail was there, the black dress, your handbag, your hair, even if it was only being sketched with a pencil and a white pen, it highlighted your beautiful face, altogether from his perspective. It was candid. That one talented young man. Even his signature was present at the bottom and a short notice at the back.

“My beautiful Y/n, when you wake up, I already left. Didn’t want to wake you up since you were exhausted, don’t worry we’ll see each other again. I just don’t know when I’ll be back, but when I do, I’ll find you, Love, Hyunjin,” You read. “P.S. We already have our A Gaze of Astonishment and it made me realize how I want to plan out my entire life with a beautiful stranger from across the hall,”

Tears started to form in your eyes, it made you fall for him even harder. Hyunjin woke up a few hours before you did. He spent his time taking glances at your beautiful figure sleeping on his sheets after an amazing night. Train of thoughts and inspiration suddenly devoured his soul, he couldn’t help but sit down and take his sketchpad and pencil to draw you. You were so peaceful and still, each glance was worth it for his art. He studied your face, he imagined the look you have from last night. It was the very first few seconds of your meeting. One that he’ll remember and cherish in his life.

His hand dances with the pencil above the thin canvas for a while, he captured that moment like a photograph in his mind. And he will bring it with him wherever he goes until he comes back and takes you out again. A smile of satisfaction formed on his lips as he ripped the page off of his sketchpad. He stood up from the bed, leaving the paper on the other side before walking toward you and leaning for a kiss on your forehead. Hyunjin fell in love, he wouldn’t deny it. It was the best night of his life and he was thankful that he met you.

He started to caress your cheek and whispered, “I love you, Y/n,”

And that was it.

“I love you too,” You said quietly hugging the thin canvas, but careful not to be ripped.

The clock says 10 am, and that’s when you realized you should go home. Your phone is still dead and your clothes were still wet, only Hyunjin’s polo remained decent. I can go home like this right? No, it will be embarrassing, train of thoughts and panics came all over you, hoping that Chan has contacted your brother when you heard a few knocks on the door. It made your heart race, couldn’t be Hyunjin who forgot to take something or the staff? But you heard them calling your name outside. You hurried to open the door and it was your brother gawking at you.

“Y/n, what the fuck?! I’ve been calling you since last night, but you’re not一wait,” He stopped when he realized what you were wearing and how messy your hair was. “Did you and Hyunjin hyung一oh my God,” He said as you came in blushing.

“I was…” You paused. “We had a long night,” You continued with a sheepish smile while rubbing your nape.

“You better tell me on the road, and Father’s furious, fix yourself up, now.” He said which made you startled.

Jeongin knows you too well, you weren’t like this, maybe Hyunjin did make much of a difference for you in just one night. It was so unexpected for him, even for you. But hence he was happy, it’s not every night this kind of moment exists in a person’s life. You had subtle flings before and you thought that was the end of it. Then this stranger came, and it was bold and direct. No drama in between, you just wanted to have it again. Even if it takes time for Hyunjin to come back and find you. But maybe your brother can help you out.

“You never told me that you know him?” You asked, closing the door of the passenger’s seat as Jeongin started to drive.

“I thought you weren’t interested, besides, you’re not into art are you?” He asked.

“I fell in love with his arts last night so I consider myself as one right now,” You said as Jeongin sighed in response.

“Whatever,” He groaned. “I was looking for you the whole evening at the exhibit, I was shocked to know that Chan hyung saw you running away with Hyunjin hyung,”

“He invited me to,” You chuckled.

“You usually decline going out on the weekends Y/n,” Jeongin scoffed as he take glances at you. “Something changed about you,” He said as you smiled at him. A smile that tells happiness and love, with a hint of giddiness and excitement, warmth and delight. “Wow, in just one night, Y/n,”

But you two just laughed it out.

1 month later…

Your father was furious when you got home that day, Jeongin did try to explain everything but he was not getting into it. He decided to ground you for two weeks leaving you and Jeongin staying in your apartment, but that didn’t stop you from roaming around the art museums in the city with the famous artists of this generation’s works being displayed. You did try to argue with Jeongin sometimes to give Hyunjin’s contact but your Father was strict enough to ban you from it. Even Jeongin followed him and you were close to giving up. Yet that portrait of you being plastered on your apartment’s wall tells you to trust Hyunjin. Even if you just met him once and even if he’s going to take more than a month to come back, you believe he is a man of his words. You just need to be patient.

It was another exhausting day at the university, but thank goodness you were done with this week’s tasks. One that would make you spend your whole weekend free and maybe, sleep after consistent nights of staying up. English Literature left my brain cells in you. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as you plopped on your couch when Jeongin’s face appeared in front of you. Eyes were tired, glasses not being in the right place, messy hair, and crumpled clothes. You never knew why he stays in your apartment instead of your Father’s house where he lays as his favorite child.

“You scared me to death,” You said, clutching your chest after swearing at him a few seconds ago.

“I was awake the moment you arrived,” He yawned, scratching his back.

“And?” You asked, getting up from the couch to take your bag back from your room.

“Father called, he’s going to have a gathering this Saturday, yeah, that’s tomorrow,” He said checking the calendar on his phone as you emptied your school bag and went back to the couch.

“You know I don’t attend his parties,” You scoffed. “You can go alone, or invite Seungmin or Changbin to go,”

“They will come for sure, they’re already invited,” He sighs. “But that is not the point. What I’m trying to say is: Hyunjin hyung will come back home from Paris,”

“He what!?” You exclaimed enough for his ears to hurt. All this time he was in Paris without telling you, he was meant to leave the country after that day to where Chan said he had a schedule.

“Yeah, shocking right? Father told me about it, he said if you wanted to see the Artist again, you should come.” Jeongin shrugged. “Besides, he knows your affairs and you know how much he loves Hyunjin hyung’s work so—”

“You’re such an angel!” You said tackling your brother down to the floor with hugs and cheek kisses. It was probably the best news after a week of suffering at the university. Jeongin laughed at the sudden affection, he loves it very much especially when it comes from you. Though he’s just your half-brother, you love him dearly.

“You’re still into him after a month, without communication?” He asked, regaining your positions. “What if he found someone else in Paris?”

“That, I will find out tomorrow,” You sigh. “I was thinking about that possible scenario, I couldn’t call him, I couldn't talk to him, nothing, but if he found someone new then, that whole one month of mourning wasn’t worth it, we were just strangers anyway,” You smiled bitterly.

“I hope he hasn’t, I was so happy about the sudden change of your personality overnight because of him,” Jeongin said, encouraging you while patting your shoulder. You smiled at him, holding his hand.

“I just wanted to be with him again,” You sigh.

“Better get a new dress, sis,” Jeongin winked.

Saturday night came, and the gathering was being held on the top floor of your Father’s company building. Everyone was there, but Hyunjin, or maybe he was just running late. There was no sight of Chan either. A sigh escaped from your lips taking that glass filled with champagne as you sat at an empty table while everyone was talking business with each other. Even Jeongin was occupied with Seungmin and Changbin’s presence. You crossed your arms on your chest, playing with a glass of champagne, you were lonely again. The decorations were nice to take your attention and even some of Hyunjin’s paintings were intact on the walls.

Drinking everything from the glass, you walked around not minding a few stares from people from your Father’s business. Others were intrigued that you finally showed up, just for once. You didn’t care about them, you didn’t care about your Father’s opinion. It was only Jeongin and Hyunjin you came here for. A smirk surfaced on your lips when you came to have a close-up of a large portrait, one that possesses the image of a clock tower. It had his signature on it—a sketch that was painted with watercolor. You stood there, catching every detail, studying how he managed to blend everything. There you are again, giving the same look the first time you locked eyes with the very first painting you saw that night, it was beautiful.

“It’s enthralling isn’t it?” A familiar voice said, coming in your direction. Your heart started to beat faster, really knowing who it came from. It was him, Hyun.e, Hwang Hyunjin.

“Y-yeah,” You stutter like before. His eyes were on the portrait as you were looking at him. He was smiling with his hands behind him.

“Beautiful as always, my dear,” He said, finally looking at you. “It gets me every time, how have you—” But before he could finish his sentence, you tackled him down for a hug. Hyunjin immediately let out a soft chuckle embracing you.

“I missed you,” You said, burying your face in his chest.

“I missed you too,” He whispered in your ear, caressing your hair. “I know I have a lot to explain, I’m sorry for leaving without contacting you,” He sighs.

“It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re here,” You said looking at him as he smiled, giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

“Tell me, baby, you want to drive out of the city?” He smirked, taking a few strands of hair out of your face.

“With someone you just met?” You chuckled in response. “Well, I’m not going to hesitate with your concept of running away, I waited for a month anyway—take me wherever you like,”

“Your Father won’t be pleased when I say I’m not taking you back home anytime soon,” He said, giving you a long kiss before holding your hand, interlocking your fingers together.

“Jeongin can handle him, my brother can cover for me,” You said reassuring him.

“Good, now let’s go,” He smiled as you left the hall, excitedly. Your brother saw that as your Father was busy. A smirk was formed on his face as he continued talking to Seungmin and Changbin, you deserve to spend time with Hyunjin with no disruptions. You both head to the parking area, the car he used the last time is still the same, but before you could enter, Hyunjin pulled you again for a kiss. One that you longed for, something that you wanted to last for a while. “Champagne?” He asked, pulling away.

“Yeah, I had a few,” You said, sheepishly.

“It tastes good,” He chuckled. “Come here, baby,” He added, leaving a peck on your lips as he opened the door for you.

“Where are we going?” You asked, sitting on the passenger’s seat, closing the door with a loud bang.

“No specific destination but, we’ll have something later,” He winked again as he sat down beside you and started to drive away.

There you are again, enjoying the rushed car ride when the night is young, the moon is high and the stars illuminate the dark sky. City lights were dancing as the cold air brushed against your bare skin. He loves that black dress you were wearing, it’s prettier than the last time—thin laces on your shoulders and a slit that shows your left thigh as it falls above the knee length. It looks so good on you, and the way he is dressed tonight matches your aesthetic. Black suit and a few buttons opened, his black slicked-back hair and rings adorning his fingers—breathtaking like usual.

He started speeding up, a hand on your tie as the other one kept steering the wheel. You looked at him dearly,

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I loved that sketch you made when you left,” You said.

“It was a rushed piece, but thank you,” He smiled. “Say, I’ve been thinking,”

“About what?” You asked, taking his hand away from your thigh, starting playing with it, interlocking your fingers again.

“I was going to make an exhibit in this city, every piece of art, all inspired by the image of you,” He said proudly. “But, I can’t without your permission of course,” He added, taking your hand as he kissed your knuckles.

“Park the car,” You said, Hyunjin suddenly felt nervous as he did under a lamppost on an empty street.

“Is something wrong? You don’t want it?” He asked immediately the moment the car settled in when you grabbed his collar, crashing your lips onto his. Hyunjin’s heart started to beat faster than ever as he pulled you to sit on his lap, deepening the kiss you shared. Hands around your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. It was warm and passionate, filled with longingness and desire.

“Are you kidding me, you’re such a genius! I would be honored!” You cried pulling away, but he just looked at you as if you were his most treasured piece of art. He held your cheeks, leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Then you’ll have it,” He said.

“You never fail to amaze me,” You said, melting under his touch.

“And you never fail to make me crazy over you,” He answered, earning a soft chuckle from you, kissing you again.

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𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲❜𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

pairing: hyunjin x gender neutral reader

genre: fantasy, fluff, fairies and softness

author’s note: just something soft i got inspired to write tonight.

❥ you don’t think anything of it at first, when you find the mud-caked figurines tucked under the old oak tree in the backyard of your new home. just relics left behind by the previous owners’ grandchildren. just another thing for you to have to deal with along with moving boxes and the drippy faucet in the bathroom. old pipes, the realtor had said. still, as you picked up the small clay set of table, chairs, and wishing well, you couldn’t help but feel an immense need to treasure them.

❥ forgoing simply dumping them into the bin along with the rest of the rubbish, you carefully carried the little clay figurines inside and to the kitchen sink. tenderly scrubbing them clean under the warm water, you couldn’t help but admire them. it was a simple set, something one could pick up from the dollar store easily. but someone had once upon a time carefully laid these items under that old oak tree, and something inside you was determined to uphold the tradition.

❥ after cleaning them and drying them with care, you carried the little figurines back outside to the garden and placed them back under the tree. this time, setting them up nicely and planting their tiny legs carefully into the dirt so wind or rain couldn’t easily sway them. you brushed the dirt off the little clay door that laid propped up against the base of the old oak tree. the fairy garden was restored. it wasn’t as if you believed in fairies or anything - that would be ridiculous! it was just a lovely tradition that someone’s children had enacted and one you thought worthy of respecting. brushing off the knees of your jeans, you headed back inside to finish the unpacking.

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cb97zone · 1 year

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(a lack of) decorum

pairing: non-idol!art teacher!hyunjin x gn!drama teacher!reader

prompt: decorations

word count: 1.5k~

warnings: teacher au. reader thinks hyunjin hates them. jisung cameo :) also hyunjin bein a lil bit dumb <3 admittedly minimal proofreading

daisy’s notes: me realizing why hyunjin is apparently the leader of baboracha bc of youtube vids: ohhh. mood <3

Of all the people you could be stuck decorating the gym with, art teacher Hwang Hyunjin was the person you wanted to deal with the least.

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[5:45am] It isn't fair that your best friend is out like a light as soon as he hit the bed; nor is it fair that he isn't shivering the way you are, your body trembling and your teeth chattering in the early morning frosty atmosphere. You glare at Changbin’s broad back, shooting daggers at his shirt. Even while he's sleeping, he's incredibly annoying. Pouting, you turn around with your back facing him, and hug the duvet closer to yourself. Gosh ... is it really this difficult to get warm? You're about to throw a hissy fit when a pair of large arms wrap around your mid section; Changbin’s chin rests atop your head and your head tucks into the warm space between his neck. Your eyes widen in surprise as the man squeezes you tight, his muscles pulsing around your torso and trapping you under a blanket of scorching heat. You shiver against him; goosebumps prickle against your skin, your insides flashing with a mixture of cold and warm, the warmth trying to infiltrate your previous temperature. In no time you're toasty and incredibly cosy in Changbin’s arms; he tangles his legs with you're and gently pats your hands, lulling you to sleep.

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS | lee minho

idol lee know x reader

Sooo I did another one cause Jeongin’s was received really well and I enjoyed making it so much!! Let me know if there’s any other members you’d like to see hehehhe

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“What’s the second reason you find me so annoying?” You question, but Minho can’t just make this confession yet. Not here, not now. He’ll need a quieter place for that. “Let’s discuss this in the hotel room.”

SYNOPSIS: Your lazy plans on a free weekend get disrupted when your annoying boss orders you to join him at a business meeting in London. As if this wasn’t stressful enough, it occurs there was a booking problem when making the hotel reservation, leaving the both of you together in one room…

💵 GENRE: smut, a bit of fluff; nonidol!au, enemies2lovers

📜 WORD COUNT: 7.1k

🕰 CONTENT INFO: minho x afab reader; author!minho, ceo!minho, secretary!reader, set in london, they are both in their late twenties, minho our favourite tsundere at it again, reader has no filter when drunk, bestfriend!ryujin, colleague!seungmin

✨ CONTENT WARNING: mention of toxic relationship in the past/toxic breakup, mention of cheating, hard working and overworking, alcohol consumption, mention of food, a tiny bit of jealousy

🕯SMUT WARNING: (soft)dom!minho, sub!reader; slightly tipsy but consensual sex; fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), marking, edging, cream pie, sir kink, praise kink, name calling (doll, good girl, angel)

🏷 AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is part of a series of different stories all taking place in different European cities, I’d appreciate you voting on the following forms by filling out this form! (Don’t worry, it’s all anonymous) with your participation, I am able to turn your ideas and wishes into more stories :) thank you! 🧡 also as usual, sorry for the repetition in the beginning, it’s still that weird glitch

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion.

Bestselling author. Cambridge citizen but born and raised in Gimpo-si, South Korea. CEO of one of the most successful publishing companies. Millionaire at the age of twenty eight. Scorpio. Unmarried by choice.

‘Lee Minho’ is a mindset, more than just that. It’s everything all the upcoming authors want to be like and everything businessmen fear. Whatever he does, there aren’t any complaints coming from any side – even if some appear, they lack evidence due to his unbelievable connections.

He’s a lot. He’s everything. One entry in a dictionary will never do him justice.

“Ms Y/L/N, the papers have to be sent by midday. Be quick.”

He turns around again, after entering your office just mere seconds ago. He’s busy. You should be busy, too. But with the pressure he puts on you, it’s hard to focus sometimes.

Y/L/N Y/N [noun]

Assistant. Creativity. Dreamer. Empathy. Hopeless romantic. Optimism.

Cambridge citizen but born and raised in Norwich. Hobby writer. Literature major. Middle class at the age of twenty six. Secretary of the CEO of one of the most successful publishing companies. Unmarried and recently separated from her ex fiancé.

You have potential, you could be more and you know that. He’s overworking you, letting you do stupid tasks just to keep you busy, knowing he could fire you in the blink of an eye.

You’re on thin ice, you know that, too. There are lines of people waiting to work for him, especially young women, hoping for the fantasies Lee Minho writes about to turn true – with them as the protagonist.

“I will,” you murmur to yourself, since he can’t hear you anymore, back in his own office, whilst you continue to work.

Midday arrives sooner than you would have liked, still, you somehow manage to send those emails on time, just like he asked you to. It’s the same procedure everyday – he makes you come to work at 7:00, your short break follows at 12:00 exactly before you continue working from 12:30 to officially 3:30 and unofficially 5:30 most of the time.

You would have quit by now and you don’t know what’s still keeping you here – the high hourly wage, the company’s reputation granting you good luck on your CV or just the sheer phobia Mr Lee instils in you.

Maybe it’s an awful combination of all three, it doesn’t matter anyway. You’re stuck here, unless your boss decides to no longer extend that contract once it’ll expire next month. So you give everything. You do everything. You work your ass off.

“Do you want some of my tomatoes?”

Seungmin startles you, waking you up from your daydream or rather zoned out state.

“No, thank you. I’m not that hungry,” you reply, poking around in your own food as if you were trying to let out all your stress on your fried rice.

“They are tomatoes. They aren’t there to rescue you from starvation,” your colleague sighs after observing your posture and mimics some more seconds. The both of you have grown together over the past months you’ve been working here and you envy him for being in a different, higher position, doing tasks that actually seem meaningful.

“Do you wanna talk?” He offers now, sincerely. Seungmin tends to seem cold and unsocial when first meeting new people but from all the bar nights you’ve spent together after the end of yet another working day, he’s told you a lot about himself.

Well, the soju has told you a lot about himself and so did you, sharing your secrets with him. Maybe Seungmin and his friendship is another thing, making you stay here at the company.

“No, it’s fine. Maybe we can have some beer after work, if you’re up to it,” you suggest, still torturing the innocent kimchi on your plate.

“Actually,” he begins, “I will go on a date tonight, you know there’s this festival downtown.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I remember. With Taehee, right?”

Taehee works in the same department as Seungmin. He’s been head over heels for her since he’s first seen her. It’s cute, you’ve rooted for them and kinda motivated your friend to ask her out.

“Yeah, maybe we can have a drink tomorrow instead?” Seungmin asks.

“Yeah sure. I will have tomorrow and Saturday off, actually, you know, Mr Lee is going on this business trip,” you explain, almost crying happy tears in front of the whole cafeteria.

“Right, well, that’s cool then. Finally some rest for you, so we shouldn’t waste any time then.”

♡

“Another round, please,” Ryujin shouts through the bar, close to dragging the waiter to your table once he’s approaching you. He’s been annoyed by you for some hours now but you’re well paying customers – so who’s he to complain?

The next soju bottle meets the wooden table, lid crashing onto the floor once your best friend smashes the metal off, filling your glasses to the brim.

“To a calm weekend, dear,” she sings, harmonising with the clinging sound once your beverages hit one another. “A calm weekend without any asshole man bothering you,” follows from her lips, a bit drowned out as she’s speaking against the glass but still audible for you.

“Ryujin!” You scold her, nudging her shoulder but slightly missing it due to the level of intoxication you’re subjecting your body to. “What? I’m just speaking out loud what your little head is thinking, right?”

You sigh, sinking further down on the chair, before another shot of soju floods down your throat, warming up your belly from inside. “Yeah, you are. I’m exhausted.”

“You are. You deserve some rest, love.”

The ringing phone inside your pants’ pocket begs to contradict, when the shrill sound echoes through the bar, showing none other than your boss’s name on the display.

“Don’t pick up,” Ryujin pleads, rolling her eyes in disbelief once she reads who’s calling you.

“Maybe it’s important…”

Ryujin scoffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Then he will call again. Put your phone away. He’s not paying you outside of your working hours.”

You nod, knowing if you don’t do it, she will snatch your device away instead. “First your stupid ex harassing you over the phone a few months ago and now, that you’re finally free, another man is possessing your mind.”

Her words cut deep but this doesn’t make them any less truer. You’re on the verge of your next mental breakdown whenever the sun rises, welcoming a new day, knowing it’s the same shit all over again. You need a break, you really do. After everything your ex fiancé has put you through, not only by cheating on you with several different women but also by making your phone explode by all the messages he’s sent you after the breakup, wanting to get another chance.

You’ve survived this stage, wounded, but you’ve survived it. This was the time your work performance suffered the most, this was the time Mr Lee still remembers, using it against you in every argument the both of you have. And you do argue a lot, mostly because each of you wants to have the final say in something.

“Another round?” Ryujin asks out of the blue or, well, you’ve just zoned out again. “Sure.” The liquid collides with the glass, until you find the transparent object in your hand, guiding it to your lips and the soju slides down so easily as if it was water.

Eyes still shut, you smash it back onto the table, almost as loud as the returning annoying sound. “Again?” Ryujin questions rhetorically. “It’s definitely important,” you interfere now, “you said if it’s important, he will call again.”

Your best friend rolls her eyes once more, arms already back at the position that makes her look like a sulky toddler, “Alright. But tell him to be quick. We have to drink more soju.” With the laughter that follows her order you’re reminded she’s not mad at you, Ryujin always only wants whatever’s best for you.

“Yup, Mr Lee,” you pick up, forgetting about all manners due to the alcohol flooding your whole body.

“Ms Y/L/N,” he begins, “do you have a minute?” You roll your eyes at Ryujin and she’s holding back everything, on the edge of shouting through that speaker. “Yeah, a bit busy, it’s 11 in the evening, you know that, right?”

Minho is a bit surprised about your tone of voice, usually you don’t speak back at him in this way, only when it’s about literature related topics. “Y-Yeah, sorry for that, but it’s a work emergency.”

“What are you, a doctor?” You provoke him and even Ryujin senses it, her eyes almost falling out now. But luckily your boss ignores it. “My colleague called in sick for the business trip and everyone else is occupied with something else. You will go with me instead.”

You scoff, “The fuck I will do. I am on vacation.” Ryujin pours more soju into your glass once you gesture her to do so by pointing at the half empty bottle. “Ms Y/L/N, I will be ignoring the way you’re speaking to me right now since you’re obviously drunk. But you don’t really have a say in this in case you want to continue working for me next month.”

You scoff again, almost choking on your soju. But is this what you want? Do you really want to stay at his company, working and paying with your life, while your boss is the most unthankful creature on this planet?

You don’t know yet. You’re not ready yet to make the decision but you don’t want to regret any drunk choice. You can still make this trip a living hell for him, if you decide against staying there spontaneously.

So you give in, promising to be in front of the office building at seven tomorrow morning, like you usually are.

♡

It feels like winning the lottery that your drunk self remembered to pack sunglasses in your purse, making it easier to keep your eyes open. The sunbeams dart like little arrows through your skull, making you want to sit down for a second and you already fear the three hour car ride.

“Good morning, Ms Y/L/N,” Minho greets you, friendly as ever, his face showing zero emotions and it makes you wonder if he is a robot after all.

“Morning,” is all you’re able to let out, considering the vibrations your voice sends through your head, making you dizzy right again.

Your boss surprises you today when he offers to open the car door for you, directing you to sit down on one of the back seats before he walks around the vehicle to take the seat next to you. His chauffeur, you believe his name is Changbin, will drive you to your first destination – the Seven Sisters, located south from London.

You don’t understand what has gotten into Minho’s head to drive that far, if it was your choice, you would have stayed just in London but he keeps insisting on it, telling you he needs the view of the chalk cliffs for the current book he’s working on.

“You know there’s something called Google, you could have just searched for pics on there,” you suggest rather teasingly, keeping your eyes shut under the thick material of the glasses.

“Look, Ms Y/L/N, this is where we differentiate between a good and a better author. A writer should always aspire to live his ideas,” Minho explains, still no expression on his face but you can’t tell anyway.

You sigh, deeply, from your state of mind and non existent physical energy but also because it’s been thirty minutes of a car ride and he’s already getting on your last nerve again, “This is some privileged view, if you ask me.”

“Well, I didn’t ask you,” he counters and that’s how the next hours continue, the both of you ignoring each other, you suffering in silence and him working on another chapter.

“I need to pee,” you announce once the clock reads 9:30 AM. “It’s only another half an hour, can’t you hold it in?” Minho asks.

“No, I’ve had more than a litre of water, I can’t,” you tell him, completely dumbfounded he can’t even take a break on such an occasion. “Why do you drink that much within a few hours in the first place?”

“Because I have a hangover, if you haven’t already noticed,” you point out the obvious. And luckily he gives in for once.

♡

You don’t speak it out loud but you’re glad about Minho’s decision to visit the cliffs first. It’s impossible to describe the view, the effect those giant sights have on you and your mind, as you soak in every molecule of this moment. The contrast between the turbulent waves hitting the shore and the pale rocks, which are almost as big as mountains, leaves you speechless.

You’re glad Minho is busy with getting his inspiration, leaving you alone to yourself and allowing you to take a quick break. The atmosphere and fresh air does wonders to your physical state, your hangover by now almost gone.

The ride back to London is calmer than the one before, a quick nap helps you to get back to your strengths and a few minutes before you arrive at the business venue, Minho tells you it won’t be too exhausting going to that meeting, as he’s simply asking you (yeah, asking, you’ve heard that correctly, not ordering) to take notes of everything important.

Just like he’s predicted, the work day goes on and to your luck you learn a lot of new things, have the opportunity to meet aspiring people and at some point Minho even allows you to share some of your ideas. His coworkers are just as amazed as he is and you can see the pride on his face, when you tell them you work for him.

It’s all calm for once. It’s unusual. Something tells you it won’t last for too long.

Your assumptions turn out to be true once you perceive the way another young manager lays his eyes on your body, slowly trailing down your curves. But, at least, you don’t notice it, deeply absorbed in your current task of taking some more notes. Who does witness the other man’s action though is your boss.

And, let’s say, he doesn’t quite welcome it. One of his own piercing stares at the other are enough for his colleague to stop, whilst you’re so unaware of everything.

Still, Minho is able to handle this little distress on his own – convincing himself the whole situation makes him mad because it’s a matter of respect the other one is lacking and not caused by his own jealousy.

Some minutes later his anger has left his body, calmness greeting him again. But the comforting feeling doesn’t last long, especially once you get to the hotel after the long meeting, exhausted from a long day.

“There must have been a mistake,” the woman at the reception stammers, scrolling through the files on her computer.

“How can you double book a room?” Minho asks her, rather rhetorically but otherwise he would snap and causing a scene is the last thing he would want right now.

“I’m deeply sorry, sir, of course you won’t have to pay for either of the rooms and our company will send you a voucher.”

Your boss soon realises there’s no use in discussing, after all you need a room for tonight and you need it right now, as he’s too tired to look for another hotel, even though you’ve offered to do so, “Alright. Just give me the keys.”

The woman does as she’s told, trying to keep a friendly face. Minho almost snatches the electronic card out of her hand and storms to the elevator, not even bothering that he’s carrying his own luggage now, completely ignoring the porter.

He’s furious. You’ve never seen him this angry, blood boiling in his head, jaw clenched together. Why on earth is he behaving like this just because of a stupid mistake?

“I will sleep on the floor,” you offer, hoping it will ease his mind. The room is spacious enough, a few blankets on top of one another will do, you’re sure.

“The fuck you will do, you’re sleeping on the bed and I’ll just see where I’ll stay,” he hisses.

After working for Minho for a few months now you’ve learnt that he’s not necessarily the friendly type of person. He expects a lot from you, he takes you for granted and he’s in general very cold when it comes to interacting with people.

But not even once in those four months has he cursed in front of you before or more specifically, at you.

By now, the atmosphere is so tense, you could cut it with a knife. Neither of you has said something, even though it’s your turn to speak. You try to breathe out a word, but no syllables make it past your lips. So you decide to simply nod.

Minho pays little attention to you anyway, busy with tossing his luggage around, before he disappears behind the bathroom door. The thin walls allow the sound of splashing water to echo to you.

“I need a drink,” Minho announces once he’s finished with getting his face clean, getting closer to you again. His suit jacket lands on one of the coat hangers, while he’s busy with getting his shirt off, hastily opening each button one by one.

Well – you would complain about him being unprofessional, undressing himself in front of his secretary, especially since Minho always honours these norms, talking about his high morals whenever he has a chance.

But pushing him further into anger is the last thing you want to accomplish now; when you meet his eyes through the mirror, you stand by that decision.

And it takes every tiny piece of sanity inside of you, not to let your gaze snap down to his toned chest and stomach, now on full display. It’s not a new built desire, if you’re honest. You’re not blind – Minho would be the most attractive man you’ve ever crossed paths with, if he wasn’t so strict and cold.

“What are you waiting for?” He helps you out of your daydream, “Change into something more fitting for the occasion, so we can leave for a bar.”

Oh. That is a plot twist you haven’t quite put into your calculations.

By now, his upper body is covered again, a tight black shirt clinging onto his skin, a suit jacket thrown on top of it.

“O-Okay, I’ll be quick,” you promise, grabbing some clothes from your bag before you disappear in the bathroom.

♡

Patchouli scent lingers in the air, once you enter the bar – a bit unusual, now that you think about it. But once you take a few more steps into the gloomy area, you realise Minho hasn’t brought you to some random place. The cushion on the chairs and couches drenched in a variety of the darkest shades of red wine adds to the atmosphere and your plan of getting absolutely drunk, the second day in a row.

You’re dragged along by none other than your boss leading the way, deciding to sit down on two of the cozy chairs located next to a window. To your surprise, he helps you sit down, playing all gentlemen and you know it’s pretence – Minho has brought you to the utmost poshest venue he could find in London so it’s probably inevitable to behave like this.

“One martini for the lady and a whiskey for me,” your boss calls for the bartender, who immediately remembers your order without a need to write it down. Dressed in an elegant black suit, the man exits your space again, leaving you alone with Minho.

If you thought the atmosphere back in the hotel room was unbearable – welcome to the end level of discomfort. “So, Ms Y/L/N,” Minho begins, “if there’s a bunny clan and a cat clan – which one would you join?”

What on earth? What is going on inside his head?

“Excuse me?” You decide is the only plausible reaction for such a bizarre question.

“It’s about intuition, simply answer it,” your boss orders again. But you decide to reply, hoping this isn’t part of his decision making to keep you at his company.

“I-I don’t know. Bunny? I like both animals,” is the first thing you come up with. What’s this about? You’ve always assessed Minho to be a weird guy, struggling with social interaction – after all he doesn’t talk much, prefers writing down his thoughts for future books.

But still, this answer isn’t enough, “Yeah, me too. But this wasn’t the question.” One of his eyebrows is raised, indicating he’s still unsatisfied with your part in this conversation. You’re honoured a few additional minutes, when the drinks arrive.

“Okay. Bunny. Yeah. I still choose bunny,” you make your final decision.

“Not surprising at all,” Minho chuckles to himself, while taking a sip from his whiskey.

“Why is that?” You’re the one to raise an eyebrow now in confusion, not really understanding where he’s getting the idea from a rabbit would fit you more.

“It describes your personality quite perfectly, symbolising sensitivity for instance,” he explains, placing the beverage back on the table.

“You think I’m sensitive?” You ask before grabbing your own drink, letting the liquid run down your throat until you realise Gin Tonic would have been a better choice, but there was no decision given in the first place.

“Hell, yes. You’re the most sensitive person I know.” He doesn’t even sugar coat it, even letting out a laugh. “It’s easy talking when you’re literally a block of ice,” you sneer back at him.

Minho shoots a strict glare in your direction, eyes squeezing tight. “Cats. I’m choosing cats.”

“Not surprising either,” you let out, crossing your arms in front of your chest, allowing your cleavage to leave even less to his imagination – as if it didn’t already take the man across from you enough moral stability to stay sane by the look of your outfit, a tight black dress combined with dark stockings and morello red tinted lipstick.

“W-Why is that?” He manages to ask.

“An introvert that leaves places whenever they feel like it,” you describe the personality of both a cat and your boss.

“You know, cats are a good lesson to teach social interactions and consent,” he counters, taking another sip from his drink but deciding midway to just down the whole glass. “I can’t contradict that. You know, what I’ve said wasn’t meant in a bad way,” you reassure him.

“Oh. Yeah, as if. Keep convincing yourself.”

Another drink later, another few topics all escalating in both your voices increasing in volume resulting in the other guests shooting suspicious glares in your directions later, you find yourself in yet another argument with your boss but this time it’s different.

You’ve passed the trivial topics and themes a long time ago and it feels as if Minho finally gets a bit more comfortable speaking about personal issues, even though it’s not to your advantage.

“You know there’s two reasons why you annoy me so much at work,” he says blatantly out of the blue, currently three whiskeys deep into the conversation, trying to keep up with your immaculate speed of drinking.

“What’s number one?” You ask him, keeping your eyes fixated on his own – filled with fury and a small sprinkle of irritation.

“I am a bit scared of what you’re capable of, I must admit. Your skills, your ideas, your creativity – it’s crucial for a businessman like me,” he finally confesses the thoughts he’s suppressed for so long.

“A businessman like you? I thought you’re a virtuous author,” you bicker, bringing the glass – of now Gin Tonic, you’ve convinced him to order that half an hour ago – to your mouth that’s decorated with a smirk.

“I’m afraid I used to be. I’ve lost that youthful optimism somewhere on the way– and, Y/N, we’re more similar than you think. I’m afraid you’ll end up the same way.”

“Selling my soul to the devil?” You blurt out.

“Do you think that’s what it takes?” An eyebrow raised again, Minho inspects your face in search of any hidden sarcasm. “To be honest, no. This would mean I’d have to sell my soul to you, which I already did when applying for this job.”

Yeah, the alcohol definitely helps you loosen up around him again and for now it guarantees you the effect it always has – not worrying about the consequences of your words and actions.

“Is this how you perceive me?” Minho questions further, placing his chin in the palm of one of his hands, slightly tilting his head.

“Well, yes, when we’re speaking of Lee Minho, the author. I’m not quite sure about Lee Minho, the private person,” you try to save yourself out of your self made mess.

“You think I’m a heartless monster, don’t you?” With his mouth slightly agape you witness his tongue touching his upper teeth and, you can’t tell why, this significant view of him makes your heart race faster, shooting an exciting sensation straight down to your core.

“I wouldn’t go that far, sir, maybe you’ll just need to come out of your shell for once and realise not everyone wants bad things,” you stammer, not quite sure if it’s working.

On the other hand Minho feels awful – not only about the fact you don’t enjoy his presence but also about the way his head starts spinning and the most sinful thoughts enter it whenever you call him by this specific form of address. Of course, in a work space you’re supposed to but for now there’s no need.

“And number two?” You dig deeper, downing the rest of your drink, now at a tipsy state. It was predictable your body would tolerate a higher level of alcohol tonight, considering you’ve already practiced yesterday.

“Excuse me?”

Minho is caught off guard, completely absorbed in his daydreaming, whenever his vision slowly glides down towards your chest and the curves that aren’t hiding behind or under the table.

“What’s the second reason you find me so annoying?”

But Minho can’t just make this confession yet. Not here, not now. He’ll need a quieter place for that.

“Let’s discuss this in the hotel room.”

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“Minho, spill it already, what’s the second thing that’s making me so annoying, hm?” You whine, making your way out of the elevator, as Minho is already hastily stomping in front of you, fiddling with the key cards in his hands.

“It’s ‘sir’ for you still,” he announces, once he’s managed that task, entering the spacious room. He kicks his shoes off and goes straight for the bathroom, closing the door shut.

You toddle behind him, carefully taking your high heels off, before you get closer to the room he’s currently occupying, “Sir, please, tell me…”

In an instant, the door swings open again, revealing a furious Minho, hair disheveled, as he throws his suit jacket onto the sofa. Correction to earlier – this is probably the most angriest state you’ve ever experienced him to be in.

“You want me to tell you, huh?” He provokes you, as he takes slow steps towards you, brushing his fingers through his strands. You visibly gulp, unsure how to react but your body is taking over that task by illustrating your nervousness all over your face.

His breath almost lingers on your face by now, hot and heavy, finding your skin and lightening it up, “You want me to tell you how annoying it is that your ideas are better than mine? That my secretary would be more successful, if she was given the chance?”

“That was the first reason you’ve mentioned, Min– sir.”

The man in question approaches you even further, taking his time with it, until your back crashes into the cold wall behind you. “Yeah, you’re right, there’s another problem, that’s making all the time spent together with you so annoying.”

Faster than you’re able to realise, your face is caught between his fingers, your cheeks being squished together embarrassingly in the process. A few seconds later, he lets go again, but instead places his hand right next to you, caging you between his whole body and the tapestry behind you.

“Wanna know the second annoying thing about you?” He teases again, even though you both know by now how this story will end. His other hand starts caressing your curves, following your eyes trailing down your body until they stop at your hips, so he’s able to pull you closer to him.

“Hmm, please tell me,” you manage to let out and it’s a whisper so quiet, he barely notices it.

“Why do you think I’ve always made you work so hard?” He asks now, all of a sudden, you think. At least you can’t see a connection to your assumed annoyance – but you’re not of sound mind anymore, making it hard to judge.

Instead, your eyes keep flickering from the smirk decorating his lips to his dark eyes filled with lust. The desire of his hands roaming all over your skin, pleasuring every cell in your body with his touches grows with each second.

“Why is that?”

Minho chuckles, leaning a bit forward, so his lips are at the same height as your ears, making it easier to speak or rather murmur, “I’ve needed to keep you busy, darling, so I don’t jump at you and bend you over the next surface in my office.”

“Is that so?”

His mouth wanders down your jawline now, leaving soft kisses on your skin which soon turn into pleasurable bites, an attempt to mark you as his – one of his preferences you will learn to adore.

“Hm, it is,” he continues, disconnecting his lips from your neck, “and you know what’s the worst part? I’ve hired you because of your skills. All of this came as an additional package, making everything harder.”

Quite literally.

His hands are finding their way to your hips again and when your eyes meet his you get aware that he’s searching for something, looking for something in yours – until it hits you. He’s waiting for your sign to keep going, your permission for him to saunter into your deepest desires.

And by now, every molecule in your body screams for him, so you don’t let him wait any longer, “You know, we’re not in your office. Technically, I won’t disturb you from work here.”

“Y/N, you have to be a bit more specific. What do you want?”

You take a deep breath, placing your arms on his shoulders, as you start playing with the hair on the back of his head, “I want you to ruin me, sir.”

The mixture of whiskey and gin isn’t as bad as you’ve imagined and even if it was – nothing can drown out the taste of his lips attached on yours. The grip on your hip tightens, as he starts exploring your mouth with his tongue, dancing together with yours in an attempt to fight for dominance.

In the meantime, his hands are already busy finding their way towards the hem of your skirt and once they brush the fabric, you let out a quiet whine, moaning directly against his lips. The created vibrations send strings of pleasure through Minho’s body, making him long for more.

“You look absolutely astonishing in this dress, but I need it off– now.”

His wish is your command, still, you take your time pulling the black satin over your head, leaving you standing there in your stockings and underwear – the morello tinted lipstick scattered all over Minho’s lips and neck.

“So beautiful,” he hums against your skin, as his lips work their way down towards your breasts, cupping one of them through the lingerie. You instantly understand the order, getting rid of your bra as well, giving him better access. His tongue switches places with his fingers, circling one of the sensitive buds now.

And as if this wasn’t overwhelming enough, his other hand travels upwards between your legs, slightly grazing over the drenched covers. When Minho disconnects his mouth from your body, you let out a small moan.

“Doll, you’re always so good at taking orders at work – why don’t we find out if you can be a good girl when it really matters, hm?”

Your head is spinning, pure dizziness filling your brain, making you lose your last tiny piece of sanity, when his fingers push the soaked panties aside. Your eyes roll back caused by the utmost feeling of sensuality he’s granting you, once a single digit slides into you, instantly making your walls quiver around it.

Another moan escapes your lips, but Minho deadens the sound by placing his mouth on yours – it feels suffocating in the best way possible, as if his rough kisses are the oxygen your lungs crave. A squelching sound echoes through the room, when he adds another finger, gliding in and out of you.

“Such a good girl, just like I’ve expected,” he says, once his lips leave your own, as his gaze is now fixated on your hypnotised visage. But the most embarrassing part of it all is the fact you can already feel the rope inside your lower stomach tighten, on the verge of snapping and in the heat of the moment you say, “Could have happened so much sooner, if you’d just been a bit more honest about what you want, Minho.”

Wrong option, Y/N.

He immediately pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean with his tongue and a loud ‘plop’ following. “First of all,” he begins, caging you between his body, his arm and the wall behind you again, “you’re not in the position to judge here, okay?” You hastily nod, all over again charmed by his eyes darting into your own.

“Second of all, it’s still ‘sir’ for you, you get that?” He announces further, leaning so close, that he’s able to squish your cheeks with his fingers again. “Y-Yes, sir,” you reply, deeply mesmerised by his actions.

In the blink of an eye, he doesn’t only let go of your face but also makes his way towards the bed until he falls down on the soft cushion. When your eyes flicker down to his trousers, you get aware of how hard being in a room with you actually is for him. Even though the black fabric seems to hide most of it, you can still witness the bulge pressing against the clothing.

You're still standing there, freezed, when two of his fingers order you exactly what he’s pictured so many times. Making your way towards him, he stops you with a gesture, “On your knees, angel.”

Not needing to be told twice, you drop to the floor, crawling on the carpet, stockings brushing over the scratchy material, probably destroying the thin material but that’s the last thing on your mind, when you look like this, following his orders all obediently.

It’s pathetic, it absolutely is and he agrees, you can tell by the smirk decorating his face, making you feel even more embarrassed. “Go on, come here.” Being on eye level with his clothed crotch now, you look up at him with big eyes, unsure if he will guide you through it.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” You eagerly nod, keeping your gaze fixated on him – this way, your vision doesn’t catch Minho freeing himself from his trousers and underwear but once your eyes shoot down again, you observe his cock for the first time – a bit above average length and the head glistening with precum, indicating you he’s wanted this all along as well.

So you live up to his desires of behaving like a good girl and start placing the sweetest kisses on his upper thighs – making a mental note to ask him for permission to ride them another time – all while your hand makes its way up towards his length, seizing around it, before you start pumping him a few times.

By now, your lips have traveled near where your fingers are currently busy and you decide to break the ice by licking a long stripe at his shaft. Minho lets out a way louder moan than you’ve ever expected him to do, indicating you’re doing everything right.

“Please– don’t be such a tease,” he whispers, gripping the hair at the back of your head, making your head snap up in the process. “You’re the one begging now, hm?” You counter, copying the smirk he’s had a few minutes ago.

“Shut up,” it overcomes him now. He’s had enough of it – not of your behaviour per se but of the tension that’s been between the both of you right from the first encounter.

“Sir, why don’t you make me?”

That’s all he needs for permission, guiding your head towards his length now, as you part your lips and welcome him in your mouth. He fills you so nicely, it makes your thoughts wonder for what he has in store next, your walls clenching around nothing by the idea of it.

Steady motions of bumping your head up and down make Minho let his own fall back, as your tongue lays flat against the shaft but switching its movements. You let out slurping sounds but they’re drowned out every time his cock enters you a bit deeper, triggering your gag reflex in the process.

You’re practically drooling all over him and Minho senses his upcoming high by the way his hand has troubles keeping your head in place – if he doesn’t stop you now, he’ll end up spurting his seeds down your throat and even though he adores the idea of it, he’s a gentleman after all who wants to make you cum first.

So, against all his urges, he pulls your head away, leaving your mouth empty, as you stare at him with confusion all over your face.

“Good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?” Your expression instantly changes, filled with excitement, when he orders you to lie down on the bed, stomach facing the mattress. When you turn around to get rid of your stockings, a naked Minho stops you, “No, leave them on.”

“Okay, sir,” you say, whilst getting back to your previous position. The weight of the bed shifts, once Minho settles himself behind you, aligning his cock with your soaked cunt, ready to be used by him.

“You sure about this?” He wants to know, holding your hips close to him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “I’ve never been this sure in my life.”

And so it starts, he enters you in an instant, just to pull out again. Then, another time, his cock slides into you, filling you to the brim and once you’ve told him, you’ve adjusted to his size, he starts with a steady rhythm.

Your head meets the pillows once you decide to let him guide you through the movements. While one of his hands stays at your lower body, the other one finds its way up to your neck, keeping you in place, as he sharply pounds into you.

“Wanted to fuck this pussy for so long, god, so tight and warm…”

Face buried deep in the pillows, you still manage to let out a moan, similar in volume to those of Minho and the fact that he’s so vocal about this situation turns you on even more. The both of you know it’s just a matter of time, completely overwhelmed by the sensations ruling over your bodies.

And Minho senses it, not just from his own helplessness but by the way his thrusting movements receive responses in the form of your walls tightening around him. So, he decides to bring the hand that’s still located on your hip towards your stomach and down between your legs instead, finding your clit in an instant with two of his fingers.

The circling motions guide you towards your sweet relief, whines echo through the room, but Minho slows down all his movements when he feels you get a bit too close, knowing he’s in need of a final plea, “Beg for it, angel, I know you can do it.”

“Fuck– sir, please,” is the maximum of syllables you manage to pronounce.

“Not enough, doll, not enough,” he tells you again, encouraging you by slightly speeding up the pace again.

“Sir, please– let me be a good girl and cum all over you–“

So he masters his thrust, whispering a quiet ‘go on’, when he bends over so his lips align with your ears. It’s all you need as permission, before stars fill your vision and the tingling sensation spreads through every cell of your body, lighting up your veins, as your head starts spinning.

Minho helps you ride out his high, getting closer to his climax as well and now it’s your turn to praise him, “So good, sir, please– fill me up, mark me as yours.”

Normally, an evil smirk would have decorated his face now, but he's far too gone, however managing to speak, “Take it, you’ve asked for it, so fucking take it all, doll.”

And so his own high follows. Your walls clench around him, milking him empty, until the last drop of his white juices stick to them. The both of you need some time to catch your breath and when Minho pulls out of you, the mixture of your liquids run down your inner thighs. Still, he’s fast to push them back in with his fingers, shortly overstimulating your sensitive body.

It all happens so fast, but once he’s cleaned you and made sure you’re okay, Minho sinks down next to you on the bed, pulling you closer to him.

“I have to admit,” he begins, “you were right, we should have done this sooner.”

You smile at him, eyes getting heavy from exhaustion, “Well, you know where my office is, Mr Lee.”

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cb97zone · 1 year

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Put Your Head On My Shoulder

genre —> fluff

pairing —> skz minho x reader

warnings —> nothing

word count —> tbd

summary —> Minho invites you to dance with him

Your eyes blink open to Minho standing over you. “Hey there sleepy baby, can I borrow you for a minute? I’ll spoon you once we’re done.” You hardly have a chance to nod your head before he’s pulling you up into his chest where you rest against him, almost falling asleep.

“Hey no no no, no sleeping just yet. Need to do something with you.” You whine in dissatisfaction. You just wanted to sleep with your boyfriend next to you, not move to a whole other room. He manages to move you through the house and into the kitchen where he moves his hands down to your waist.

Shyly, he whispers against your head, “You’ve mentioned that slow dancing at night was one of your dream dates.” You melt against him at those words. He managed to remember something you briefly mentioned months ago.

“How did you remember? I only mentioned it once.” Your words are slurred due to the fact you’re pressed against his skin, as close as can be. “I remember everything about you love. From your favorite color to your favorite spot in bed, there’s nothing I don’t remember. You’re my favorite subject to learn about.”

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"You forgot. You always forget." Pairing : Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : none really ; general angst, but not even that angsty ; soft ending ; Word Count : 2.3k

You sat at the empty table in the fancy restaurant, a restaurant that you surely weren’t able to afford usually, but one that you worked your ass off to save up for just so you could reserve a table for tonight.

Happy couples sat around you, leaning over their chairs to press kisses to their persons cheek, hands clasped across tables and glasses clinking together as whispered confessions of love were thought to have gone unheard. Across from you was an empty chair, a chair that had been empty for the past two hours.

“Ma’am, are you ready to order yet?” The waiter asked, hovering next to your chair, a sympathetic look in his eyes as he looked down at you. It was embarrassing, humiliating to be put in a position like this, and you quickly shook your head, scooting back in your chair.

“N-No, I’m sorry… I’ll just pay up front now. Have a good night.” You stammered out quickly, finishing off the glass of wine and leaving behind the waiter who’s eyes followed after you, not another word leaving him as he watched you walk away from the table.

You were upset, devastated as you pulled your wallet out of your purse, but you weren’t going to cry, crying would have only made your humiliation worse and it would have brought about questions from bystanders that didn’t need to know what was going on in your life. You simply wanted to go home and enjoy the rest of your lonely night in peace, under the comforts of your own blankets, in your own bed.

You stepped back into your apartment, kicking off the uncomfortable heels that had been scraping at the back of your foot for hours now, leaving a blister that was painful as hell, a blister that seemed unnecessary now considering the fact that you had been stood up.

The dress that you were wearing was constrictive now, making it hard to breathe, or maybe it was just the fact that you were breathing so heavily while trying to hold back your tears, feeling foolish for even having a hint of tears in your eyes over someone that had let you down so many times before.

Your fingers struggled to pull the zipper down in the back as you walked to your room, letting out a heavy sigh once the garment slipped down your frame and pooled around your feet, quickly grabbing a large t-shirt from your drawer and pulling it over your head before heading back out to your kitchen, going straight to the fridge and grabbing a plate of leftovers from the night before to heat up.

The wine that you had drank earlier at the restaurant filled your empty stomach and had you feeling warm and slightly nauseous, your head dizzy and your eyes threatening to close as the potent drink had you on the verge of dozing off against the counter while you leaned against it, waiting for the microwave to beep.

A lack of notifications on your phone further validated that the night that you had planned was forgotten about carelessly, just as every other plan was forgotten. Date nights that you had excitedly written across the calendar and counted down to were harshly crossed out, the force behind the pen pushing into the back of the page and the ink almost bleeding onto the next month.

The microwave came to a stop, coupled with an ear ringing beep that had you throwing open the door and pulling out the hot plate and practically throwing it onto the dining table, dropping down into your chair and letting out a yawn before shoveling the piping hot food into your mouth, barely even registering the pain of the burning heat on your tongue.

Exhaustion and the tingle that the wine had left in your stomach had you full before your plate was even emptied, your head heavy and almost dropping down into the leftover food. You hadn’t even gotten a call, an apology for being stood up, and you weren’t going to wait around forever for one, you weren’t going to wait up for him to finally realize what he had done, so with tired legs you pushed yourself up from the table and dropped your plate into the sink, promising yourself that you’d clean it in the morning once you were well rested.

The sound of the alarm on your door beeping had you groggily sitting up in your bed, rubbing your eyes as a string of grumbled curses left the person that had come in, the person that you thought you’d go the whole night without seeing or hearing from, but lo and behold, they decided to show up now at the ungodly hour of 3 in the morning, and his sudden presence only annoyed you more.

“If you’re here to spend the night, you can just go back home.” You said tiredly, walking out of your bedroom as you tied the robe around you, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “I’m going back to bed, but I’ll see you out.”

The look on his face was pure shock, not a single hint of regret though, no sympathy, just pure shock as if he didn’t understand why you were mad, why you were kicking him out. “I’m sorry I came over late, I wanted to see you though. I was working and I got so tired, I went back to the dorms and fell asleep.” Sure, it sounded plausible, it was highly believable, but even still, he didn’t bring up the fact that he missed the anniversary dinner, he didn’t say he was sorry. The only thing he could do was make excuses for himself.

“Well you should have just stayed there. Coming over at this hour is stupid and I have work tomorrow and I have to make up a day for taking off.” You retorted, taking a swig from the bottle and twisting the cap back on before placing it back into the refrigerator. “So can you just go?” The last words came out as a mumble as you leaned against the fridge, staring at him from across the room as he stood in the entryway, his shoes slipped off as if he were home, but he didn’t come any further inside.

He hesitantly stepped forward, his head tilted questioningly as he looked at you. “Did something happen? Did I do something? I mean, I know I didn’t text you today as much as I should have…” The words had a sliver of hope building in your chest, maybe he didn’t actually forget, maybe he truly was just tired and fell asleep as soon as he landed on a comfortable surface. “But I text you all the time, and you��re usually so understanding if I miss out on a couple hours. I don’t know what’s so different about today.” And that sliver of hope turned into a sliver of glass, lodged into your heart. Just tiny enough to not cause any real damage, but it still hurt, it stung, and you couldn’t seem to get it out, at least not while he was standing in front of you absolutely clueless as to what was really wrong.

Two years you had been with him, and he forgot the anniversary last year and said that he wouldn’t forget it again. He had seemed so sorry, yet here you were, going through the same thing. His schedule was busy, you knew that, but your schedule was busy too, and your anniversary fell around a time when there wasn’t very much going on. Even if he couldn’t make it to the dinner, the least he could have done was call or text you to let you know that he did remember. “You don’t know because you forgot. You always forget.” His eyebrows lowered, eyes narrowing as he stared at you, clearly more confused than he had been even before. “Seriously, Seungmin… I have to go to bed, and I don’t want to get into this with you tonight. I don’t even care anymore.” You waved your hand as if you were swatting him away, like a fly or a mosquito, but he didn’t move.

“What did I forget?” He murmured, his steps towards you even slower now, like every move that he makes is calculated. “It’s not your birthday, it wasn’t a holiday… We weren’t planning on going to see your family because that’s next month…” He was thinking so hard, and then, as if a lightbulb had gone off above him, his head shot up to look at you, his lips parted and his eyes wide, his steps coming to a complete halt in the middle of the kitchen. “I did it again… Shit… I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t mean to… I really… We had dinner plans, that’s right and… Oh god, did you go?”

With lips drawn into a thin line, your eyes like knives pointed to him, you nodded your head. “Yes, I did. I went, and I sat there for two hours and I drank too many glasses of wine and then I came home, and I heated up a meal that I didn’t even finish and then I went to bed. That’s how my evening went. Thank you for asking.” It was impossible to sound unfazed by everything that happened, especially when voicing it all to him, but as he listened to you speak, you could see the mask of sadness being pulled over his face, his eyes growing soft as he continued to stare at you. “It was the most humiliating thing, and I’d rather just go to bed right now and try to forget about it, and the longer you’re here, the harder it’ll be for me to forget. At least give me until tomorrow afternoon when I get off work.”

He sighed loudly, scratching the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor. “I’ll make it up to you…” He murmured, nodding his head in agreement to his own promise. “I get that you don’t want to see me tonight… I can’t apologize enough… Two years in a row… It’s my fault… But I’ll make it up to you. Next time you have a day off, I’ll make sure I’m off… I won’t let you down again, I don’t want to lose you just because I’m an idiot.” You chuckled softly, the sound more like a breath leaving your nose, but it had him lifting his head slowly, his eyes aglow with his own sense of hope, but even though he was hopeful, he knew that it would be pushing it to ask you to stay the night. “I’ll see you tomorrow… After you get off work then… I promise.”

And you nodded, agreeing to the promise, agreeing to see him, because even though he had stood you up tonight, and he hadn’t been there last year, he had been there so many other times when you needed him, and you weren’t just going to let someone as perfect as him go for something that, in the grand scheme of your relationship, was miniscule. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Seungmin.” You whispered, walking over to him when you noticed that he was still reluctant to close the distance.

Your arms wrapped around his waist as you pressed a small kiss to his jawline, the action eliciting a shaky sigh of relief from between his lips. “You will… You’ll see me tomorrow…” He didn’t have to say that he promised it, you could hear it in his tone, it sounded more like a vow. “I love you, Y/N… I’m sorry, again… But I want you to know that these last two years have been the best and I really, really do love being with you.” His cheeks burned a bright red, and you could feel the heat beneath them when you cupped his face in your hands. “Next year… I’ll be there. I’ll plan the date myself… I won’t let it happen a third time, I’m not striking out… You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, I’m not ruining this.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, the kiss gentle, yet it held so much passion behind it that you felt like you were melting against him, your body going practically limp as you pressed yourself against him, your fingers clinging onto his shirt the only thing keeping you upright. Once you finally pulled away, the both of you were breathless, tired smiles pulling at the corners of both of your lips. “You can sleep on the couch if you want… I just don’t want the alarm going off and potentially waking the neighbors…” You mused, doe eyed looking up at him, and his tired smile turned to a smirk.

“Oh, is that the reason?” He teased, playfully squeezing your hips as you backed away from him, rolling your eyes as you went to the hall closet and pulled out a spare blanket and tossed it to him.

“Mmhm…” You hummed, mirroring his smirk as you walked to your bedroom, hovering in the doorway and giggling softly. “Goodnight, Minnie. I’ll see you in the morning.” You cooed before stepping into your room and slowly shutting the door behind you, listening to the sound of his feet on the hardwood as he made his way to the couch.

You loved him, you loved him more than anything, and that’s why he was still in your apartment. You couldn’t bear the thought of sending him away, and you had the feeling that in the morning when you woke up, you’d roll over and see him beside you, and honestly, you wouldn’t mind it. It was your favorite view, he was your favorite person, and you knew that he was trying his best, and that’s what really mattered, isn’t it?

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Rut (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Roomies to Lovers Warnings: curvy MC, good ol’ rut driven intercourse, unprotected penetration (piv), praising, pet names, werewolf cock, intercrural sex, impregnation kink kind of, mentions of mirror sex, copious amount of fluids, knotting. Word Count: 4900 | AO3 Summary: Your roommate’s rut is coming to an end [A story between the events of It’s Cold Out & It’s Warm In a part 1.5, if you will].

Author's Note: this was supposed to be a short drabble, where did all these words come from? anyway, i have no excuse. i'm just very very weak.

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Four days.

Four days spent just having sex with Chris, going through waves and waves of his rut.

There had been breaks of course. You’d taken plenty of showers and baths, eaten plenty of food, drunk plenty of liquids, but what you have spent your time the most on was fucking.

Purple markings adorned your body, your thighs, your calves, your buttocks, your chest, your neck… Chris had left his mark anywhere his mouth would reach, and during your breaks whenever you went to the bathroom and saw the markings as you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but blush profusely, these marks more than proof that no, you were not dreaming, he had truly done all of this to you, and you had enjoyed every second of it.

Chris had had you in all positions you could imagine, he had bent your body to his will and shown you all these different ways of feeling pleasure with him. With your chest pressed to the kitchen’s wall as he rammed into you from behind, bouncing you up and down his length on the sofa as his mouth attached to your nipples, eating you out on the kitchen counter, scooping you in his arms with your back pressed against the wall in the shower, in front of the bathroom mirror…

That was a fun one. You had gone there simply to splash some water onto your face, to freshen up a bit, only for Chris to appear right behind you, sneaking his hands to cup your tits and whisper in your ear ‘need you right now, love. Fuck, you smell so good and ready for me…’ the air turning heavy with his pheromones, getting you wet in record time.

It took a total of five seconds for you to push your rear to his erection and for him to stuff you full of his cock right there where you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, something you would’ve never imagined you’d find that arousing, seeing his lustful eyes staring right at your reflection, starting to ram into you so hard your knuckles turned white because you were gripping the sink so tight. ‘Look at you, baby’, Chris towered over you, one hand holding onto one of your breasts, pinching your nipple as the other found its way between your legs, drawing circles on your clit until you were coming for him.

It was intense, strenuous, your legs burning the longer you stood there taking him, moaning for him, pushing against him. ‘So fucking beautiful… Look at yourself enjoying your alpha’s cock, pretty… Looking so fucked out already… So good, so, so good… Gonna blow soon and fill you up…’ All you could do back then was just hold onto the sink, or hold onto his arms, staring at him through the mirror as you pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts. The logistics of leaving that bathroom after his knot lodged deep in you were less than ideal, but Chris did his best to avoid as much discomfort as possible, whispering words of encouragement on your skin even after you reached your bed and laid there until his knot deflated.

The entire flat had been desecrated, but oddly enough the only place you hadn’t done it in was his bedroom. Until now.

You didn’t know what time it was, you only knew it was dark out–a purple hue tinting your vision with Chris’ mood lights having been turned on as soon as the sun set. You didn’t even know how many times you’d had an orgasm since you woke up this morning, much less how many times Chris had pumped you full of his cum. Your whole body ached, your thighs were burning, your knees couldn’t keep your body up anymore, and your core was oversensitive from all the stimulation.

So even in his rut-driven state, Chris’ protective instincts had kicked in, you could see it clearly in his eyes as he looked down at you, he had noticed you were already too spent, so your thighs had become his relief for this wave.

“You did so well for me today, pretty”, the mix of his slick and the saliva he had spread all over your inner thighs let him slide between them with ease, his hands keeping your thighs closed firmly in place, the wet sounds of his skin hitting yours filling the room with each one of his merciless thrusts. “So, so well. And even now with these delicious thighs of yours, making me feel so good, you feel so good…” His cock eased itself between your thighs as close to your core as he could, brushing against your sensitive skin with every movement.

“Chris, darling…” You could hardly speak, your throat sore after hours and hours of moaning and whining and screaming because of Chris and his touch, because of Chris and his monster cock fucking your cunt, your mouth, your tits, your thighs…

“Shit, fuck… You smell so good, too… Sound so good, fuck… Wanna stuff you full…” Removing himself from between your thighs, he pushed your legs to the side, swiftly moving to lay next to you, behind you. You turned your upper body almost instinctively, feeling as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your folds, generously spreading his slick all over you so he could finally ease himself into your swollen heat. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of him stretching you open again, your legs trembling slightly as he started a rhythm, sneaking an arm under your waist to find your clit as his other hand found purchase on your hip.

“Baby… My pretty baby, please…” Chris’ low tone made your inner walls clench hard around his cock, a weak, mewl-like sound leaving your lips as his right hand rubbed your clit diligently while he spooned you, going in and out of your cunt from behind, completely unphased by your weight on his arm as he moved. “Please, please, love… Wanna feel you come on my cock, please…”

One interesting thing you came to find out as you spent his rut with him, was how desperate Chris got when he himself was spent. You’d never expected an alpha to beg, but here he was, and here he had been the previous nights, too, after you two had fucked for hours on end, always and only then begging you to come for him, and that in itself made you want to, too. More so than his touch and his cock and his overall presence, the fact that he begged you to come for him always brought you close, made you want to do it not only for yourself but for him, too.

“Ca–can’t”, you shook your head slightly, holding onto Chris’ forearm for dear life, feeling how his other hand held onto your hip, gripping so tightly you knew you were bruising already. Your hips weakly pushed back to meet his thrusts, enhancing each graze of his cock against your walls. You were so spent, so, so tired and sensitive and borderline overstimulated, you doubted you could come, but you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you to the brim, to feel his warmth within your walls. His knot was slowly stretching you open again, and the desperation in his voice let you know he was reaching his limit as well.

“Fuck, baby I know you can. Just one more time, please…” His pelvis hit your bum continuously, your flesh bouncing off with every thrust against your skin. “Shit, you have no idea how much I love seeing you bounce on me, fuck, such a perfect ass, round, big, mine, all for me…” He was rambling a bit, too lost in the feeling of it all as he continued to ram into you, so you knew he truly was close to his peak. The hand on your hip moved to lay on your chest, pulling you to press your back against his chest, letting you feel his heated skin and his constant rumble, engulfing you completely in his presence.

“Please, babe…” Chris had taken a liking to you coming around his knot, and he clearly wanted to have exactly that now, his fingers moving impossibly faster on your clit.

Tears spilled from your eyes, it was all so much, too much, but God was it good. “Chris!” His hips moved as fast as he could, his hands on your body keeping you from moving away from him with his harsh movements. Your release hit you like a truck, completely unexpectedly, your whole body shaking in his hold as all you could do was moan and whimper his name.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Yeah, baby, that’s it. I knew you could do it for me, my pretty baby. So fucking good for me”, his thrusts became more shallow, moving only as much as his knot let him to chase his own climax, the hand that had been stimulating your clit now laying on your lower belly, softly kneading the flesh as he moved. “You’re so fucking perfect and soft and pretty, fuck… Gonna pump you so full… My pups all for you, all for my girl, my love…”

You couldn’t say anything, all you could do was hold onto him, panting, whining, whimpering, feeling him rut against you, until finally, Chris growled, so loud the sound rumbled against your back, making you shake in his hold for it to quickly turn into a strangled moan. Thrusting into you one last time, he stuffed his knot as deep as he could for his seed to finally fill you up. It was so warm, the feeling spreading throughout your body and you trembled at the sensation. Even in your fucked out, hazy state, you could notice it was not as much fluid as the previous times, the amount had started to diminish after the first fuck this morning, so you figured that his rut was probably close to ending.

“So good for me… So good to me… You’re so, so perfect, my pretty baby, mine, mine, mine…” Chris mumbled against your shoulder once he stopped coming, the arm that was trapped under your waist moved so he could sneak it under your neck instead, letting you rest your head on it, while his left hand moved from your chest to your mound, sneaking between your thighs for his fingers to rest on your folds, around his length–almost as if he wanted to feel how he spread you open with his cock.

“Fuck, Chris… So much…” Your voice was barely a whisper, too tired to produce any coherent sentence, completely breathless.

“I know, I know…” His lips left tired pecks against your skin, his arms keeping you as close to him as possible. “You’ve done so well for me, baby. I’m so lucky”.

You hummed, melting completely in his hold. “Wish I could… Could withstand more for you…”

The past few days you couldn’t help but feel a bit inadequate when night came, feeling that your body was just too weak for him. Even when you reacted to his pheromones–getting extremely wet, extremely horny, and extremely cock-hungry all around–by the time the late evening rolled in, by the time you had lost count of your orgasms and his, too, you just couldn’t take a pounding anymore.

“No, no… Don’t say it like that, love…” Chris’ hold around you tightened. “I’m really grateful… Couldn’t have asked for a better partner to spend my rut with, you’re so perfect for me… I… I truly feel that, I know that”.

You hummed again in response, too tired to say anything else. Silence fell between you two, Chris’ hand that had been resting between your legs finally moving away to softly caress the skin of your thighs, the curve of your bum, your soft belly, cupping your breasts–careful not to touch your overstimulated nipples–while mumbling the occasional words of praise against your skin.

When his knot finally deflated and he pulled out of you, Chris shuffled, keeping himself propped up on his forearms as he towered over you, pressing soft, tired pecks against your lips. A satisfied hum bubbled within you as you pressed pecks of your own against his mouth, a soft smile painted on your lips once he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were sparkly, adoring, even–the purple lighting of his room softening every single feature of his face making him look even more unreal.

“You’re so pretty, baby…” The words left your mouth before you could stop them, Chris’ eyes going wide in surprise as he looked back at you for a moment, only to finally dip, hiding in the crook of your neck. Even with the purple tint blurring your vision, you knew he was blushing, and it made you giggle softly.

“I’m gonna prepare a bath, yeah?” Chris commented after a while, pulling himself away from your space entirely. You just nodded, not moving from the spot as he had asked you to do many times these days before he left to fill the tub.

‘My pretty baby needs to rest, I’ll take care of everything, darling, don’t worry’, he would say, and you complied, mostly because you didn’t trust your legs to keep you up if you decided to stand up.

You realised you had dozed off the moment you felt yourself moving, the warmth under your knees and on your back letting you know Chris was carrying you even without opening your eyes. Nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, your arms came up to weakly wrap around his shoulders as he took you to the bathroom.

Chris had left you in the tub on your own for a bit, only to return a few minutes after with a glass of water, urging you to drink up. ‘Must keep hydrated, babe’ was all he said as he stepped into the tub as well. The warm water around your body was highly appreciated, that warmth easing some of the aches in your body. The best thing of these baths, though, was feeling Chris’ chest against your back and his legs at either side of you as his hands softly caressed your skin underwater. It was soothing, and you felt your heart swell with adoration in your chest the longer you spent in the tub with him.

“I think… It’ll be over soon”, Chris kept his tone low, almost whispering, not wanting to disturb the silence of the night too much.

“How do you know?” You asked more out of curiosity than anything, always eager to learn more about his supernatural characteristics.

“I’m really starting to feel how raw my cock is”, he chuckled, his hands coming up to get your hair wet. “We’ve fucked so much… If I’m feeling like this, I can’t even imagine how your pretty cunt is feeling”, lathering his hands with your shampoo, he spread the suds generously on your head, his fingers softly massaging your scalp–to which you couldn’t help but let out a hum of appreciation for.

“It’s sore, to put it simply”, a soft chuckle passed your lips, your eyes closing at the soothing motions of his fingers. “Not as sore as I thought I would be when I saw your cock for the first time, though… Which is interesting. I genuinely thought you would break me in half”.

Chris chuckled, reaching for the cup you kept on the rim of the tub to scoop some water and slowly using it to rinse your hair. “I told you, you’re perfect for me. All of you”, he said it so nonchalantly, so naturally, and you couldn’t help but blush at the comment.

Chris was quiet for a while, focusing on rinsing your head clean and getting you refreshed. Once he was done, he spoke again. “I’m sorry if I’m… If I’m being a bit too intense, you can tell me to shut up if you want. I tend to, uh… Run my mouth a bit”.

You moved away from his frame, turning around so you could kneel in front of him between his legs and look him in the eyes for a moment. Chris looked back at you, his eyes jumping from one of yours to the other, then scanning your whole face. You took the cup, filling it with water and bringing it to his head. “Tilt back a bit, darling”.

Chris did as asked, letting you get his hair wet. Reaching for his shampoo, you squeezed some of it on your palms, lathering it up so you could bring your hands to his head, softly massaging his scalp. He didn’t say anything else, just looked at you as you kept working the suds into his hair, a soft blush settling on his cheeks. You couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had ever treated Chris like this, if anyone had ever doted on him at all… He was an alpha, after all, and sometimes it was expected of them to just do these things, more than receive them.

“Do you mean them?” You reached for the cup again, filling it with water to start rinsing his hair.

“Hmm?”

Chris didn’t look like he was completely listening, so you stopped your movements and looked him in the eyes. “When you run your mouth, do you mean what you say?”

“I do”, there was no hesitation in his voice, nor in his eyes. Chris was a very expressive person, very transparent, and very honest, so you knew he was telling the truth.

Dunking the cup in the water, you continued your motions on his head, finally rinsing him fully. Satisfied with your work, you left the cup on the rim of the tub where it belonged, bringing your hands to cup Chris’ face after, your thumbs lightly stroking circles on his skin. “I like when you say those things to me, baby. I like you so much. You have no idea”.

Chris’ blush deepened, reaching his chest, his cheeks, his ears… You barely even saw it, you had no time to because you had leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips, his arms coming to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. His lips moved slowly, leisurely, taking their time to savour you as you did the same. There were no horny pushes, no animalistic groans, no waves of pheromones filling the bathroom and clouding your senses. It was all just softness, care, appreciation, and adoration.

When you finally left the tub and got yourselves dry, Chris carried you to his bedroom again, tucking you under the covers for him to do the same shortly after. You couldn’t help but notice he had changed his duvet at some point, the previous one now in his laundry basket, surely covered in your combined fluids. His arms reached for you, pulling you into his hold, pulling you as close as he could. After exchanging tired pecks here and there for a bit, you finally rested your head on his chest, loving the way you could hear his beating heart under your ear.

“Feeling okay?” One of Chris’ hands caressed your back softly, while the other took a hold of your thigh to sprawl it over his hips, settling to fondle the flesh there, too. You could hear tiredness leeching to his words, just as you felt your mind drift, and your eyelids become heavier with sleep.

Nuzzling your face in his chest, you hummed, pressing one final peck on his chest. “You?”

“Perfect”, Chris murmured against your damp hair, his words slurring slightly as sleep clung to him. “Sleep well, love”.

You only vaguely registered your own voice whispering a ‘you too, baby’ before you finally fell asleep.

“You’re not good at this, babe”, you chuckled softly as your arms wrapped around Chris’ waist, pressing your chest to his back and resting your chin on his shoulder while he chopped some onions on the counter.

“Why are you up?” You could practically hear the pout in his voice, and it brought a smile to your face. “I was going to bring you breakfast, cutie”.

The past three days you had woken up to a horny, needy Chris urging to have you, giving you just enough time to regain your senses and to give your consent. The fact that he was up now without having had his way with you probably meant his rut was finally over–which you were not sure how to feel about. Would he think any differently of you now that his urges had been satisfied?

“I figured you might need some help. Let me”, you removed yourself from his back, instead pushing him to the side with your hip and taking the knife from his hand. He let you, just like he often did when you had found yourselves in a similar situation.

After washing your hands, you started to swiftly chop the onion, dicing it in no time, following with some garlic. Chris left the kitchen for a bit, only to come back with his bathrobe in his hand, you eyed him curiously, dumping the knife in the sink while you washed your hands.

“As much as I love seeing your tits, I don’t want you to get cold. Here”, Chris held the robe open, and you quickly complied with his silent request, letting him ease you into his robe. The thing was a few sizes too big for you, but Chris looked absolutely pleased with himself once you were completely engulfed in it. “How’re you feeling?”

“Achy”, a smile crept onto your lips as you looked at him, your hands busy turning on the stove and placing the pan on the burner. “I can’t even believe I’m walking right now. How do you walk around with that monster cock between your legs, huh Christopher?”

Chris scoffed, smirking to himself as he reached for the eggs he had left on the counter, breaking them open and dumping them on a glass. “Don’t talk about how big my cock is, pretty. Might have to fuck you right here”.

“Again?”

“And again, and again…” With a hand on your bum, Chris pulled you to him, pressing a loud kiss to your lips.

Breakfast was a blur of kisses and jokes and heartfelt comments, by the time you were stuffed full of food Chris had already pulled you into his arms while he laid on the sofa, his hand sneaking under your robe–his robe–to stroke shapes on your thigh while you pressed kisses to his collarbones. He was warm and strong and so familiar you couldn’t help but melt under his touch.

“That was an intense rut, fuck”, Chris broke the silence after a while, threading his fingers in your hair to massage your scalp. “You’ve got some crazy pheromones for a human, pretty. I think I’ve reached a new record of waves and orgasms this time around”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the comment, incredulous. “What about your Big Scary Alpha pheromones, huh? I knew I liked you, but damn… That was insane”, Chris simply giggled in response, pulling you even closer to him, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

“So it’s over, then?” You commented absentmindedly as your fingers lightly tapped his chest.

“My rut? Yeah, I’m sure it’s over. I’m not feeling all the wolf urges anymore”, bringing a hand to your cheek, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I just have the man urges now”.

“Oh? What are your man urges?” You shuffled a bit, bringing yourself up with your hands at either side of his head, letting you look him straight in the eyes.

Chris just stared back at you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face for a second until he stretched his neck a bit, catching his mouth in yours. With a hand on the back of your head he deepened the kiss, pulling you to lay flush against him once again as his lips moulded to yours, every peck, every swipe of his tongue made heat spread all within you, making your head spin slightly.

“You…” When Chris pulled back from the kiss, his arms held you tightly against his body, almost as if he was afraid you would stand up and leave. “Would you like to go to the fair with me? I know you wanted to go, and I’d love to take you… As in… A date”.

“You wanna take me on a date for real?” You couldn’t help the amusement that clung to you, this man who had fucked you raw for four days straight looked bashful while he nodded in response to your question, and you would be damned if you said no to a date with Chris, feeling positively reassured that yes, he did like you and no, he did not regret any of this. “Of course I want to, baby. But I can’t promise you you’ll score after that date, I’ll have to put my vagina out of commission for a few days after all that pounding you did the past four days”.

Chris chuckled, bringing his lips back to yours. “I’ll live”.

As you kissed Chris, you couldn’t help but notice the incessant buzzing coming from the coffee table, his phone that had been left there a couple of days ago after Chris informed the group chat of his rut starting and to not disturb him now going off in short spurts, just as yours next to it was.

You were curious now, so you asked, “babe, did you… Did you tell the kids I was with you?”

Chris shook his head. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to… You know… If you wanted for them to know”.

“I mean, they’ll find out eventually, no? I’ve been gone for four days, too. Haven’t even checked the group chat the entire time”, you chuckled, reaching for your phone and unlocking it to check the unread messages from the past few days.

> Seungminnie🐶: @Xtopher🐺 where are u

> BroBin💪: @You have you seen our alpha?

> WereCatMin🐱: guys who left the trash out of the chute? > it stinks in there > im tired of cleaning your messes

> Xtopher🐺: going thru my rut > dont look for me unless ure dying > be back in a few days

> HanJi🛹: so soon angelcakes?

> Lix🐣: isnt it too soon? > @HanJi🛹 exactly what im saying baby

> Innie🦊: @Xtopher🐺 which flat number u staying at? > so i know where not to go to

> Jinnie🎨: i dont think he’ll answer us tbh

> WereCatMin🐱: are you guys fucking reading me? > who the fuck left the trash out? > im pissed

You laughed at the messages, reading them outloud to Chris as he simply shook his head in response, slightly amused. You scrolled further, going over Minho’s whole speech on how disgusting everyone was, until you reached the messages from yesterday.

> Innie🦊: hey > has anyone seen @You ?

> Jinnie🎨: mmm not for a few days, no

> BroBin💪: nope > @You give us a sign youre alive mama > otherwise we’ll think @Xtopher🐺 has eaten you

“Oh, I ate you, alright…” Chris chuckled as his hand continued to softly massage your scalp.

> Seungminnie🐶: seriously tho @You where are u > should we go to their flat?

> WereCatMin🐱: i dont think thats necessary my dears ;) > shes fine

Your eyes widened at that, at the implications of Minho’s messages. It was that damn winky face, as soon as you saw it you knew he had connected two and two together. Chris simply sighed, giving you a squeeze and pressing his lips to your hair.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Minho came around trying to find you, you know how he worries about pack members sometimes… Wouldn’t be surprised if he, uh… Could smell all of it”, Minho had a specially sensitive sense of smell, more heightened than the rest, so you wouldn’t be surprised either if he knew, the realisation bringing heat to your face, making you blush.

You traced the side of your phone with your thumb, pondering. After a few more moments of silence, you gave Chris a look. “Do you… Do you not want the rest to know? That I’m here with you I mean”.

“Why would I not want that?” Chris laughed, incredulous. “I’d stand on the damn roof right now and shout to the entire neighbourhood that the girl of my dreams just let me fuck her senseless for four days straight”.

You couldn’t help but blush, giving Chris a sheepish smile before turning back to your phone, ignoring the current chat about the oncoming water bills.

< You: heyyy babies

The replies came almost immediately.

> Lix🐣: yoooo > mother > where > are u

> HanJi🛹: yoooooooooooooo are u ok > ?

>WereCatMin🐱: yea > are > you > ok > MUM > ? > ;)

< You: i’ve been with chris < no need to worry my dear kids <; i’m perfectly fine 😊

Chaos broke loose in the group chat, everyone spamming messages of ‘i knew it’s to ‘ew’s to ‘finally’s, making your phone and Chris’ buzz nonstop for a few minutes, all as Chris sighed, almost defeated.

“They’re gonna be so insufferable. I just know it…”

“What? Are you regretting it already, baby?” You chuckled while you typed out a response of ‘let’s chat later babes’ into the group chat.

“Not one bit, pretty. Not a single bit of regret”.

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