justthedegenerate

[justthedegenerate]

the door 2

(Of course its not my pic what were you thinking? That i am a photographer at kq? Anyway thanks google image)

Hey its me again! Here is the second part of the chaos that is my fanfic! Im here to remind you that i plan nothing of these in advance, so you may become very familiar with the term "plothole", also here to remind you that this will probably get smutty at one point, i don't know when.

Also, im saying this as if it wasn't obvious already, but if you don't like it don't read it. And if you don't like it but still read it, your loss, my win.

On that note, thanks for reading

Word count: about 1k

Enjoy :3

chapter 02: the forlorn princess

Im sitting on the hospital bad. A thought crosses my mind that i could look like those beautiful cancer patients in movies, but then i remember that those actors don't actually need to be at the hospital, and they are not actually hurting. So i am sitting there, the world's thinnest blanket up a bit further than my belly button, looking by the window with the most irritated look on my face. It's morning, and i can see a tree outside the window. Its probably something like spring, but im not too sure yet how seasons work here. All that i know is that wherever i am possesses some people speaking korean, one stinky street, nighttime and at least one tall boy named Yunho. Way to go.

I've been sitting on my bed for maybe 30 minutes when a nurse walks in. She tells me something, and i understood hello at the beginning, but the rest of the sentence goes way over my head. She notices my confused face, and starts speaking english, with a very intense accent, which pretty much confirms to me that i must be somewhere in Korea.

-Good morning! Did you sleep well?

-Everything hurts and i am VERY lost, but i guess nothing hurts TOO bad.

-Great great. The boys that left you here were very worried. One of them came by everyday since they dropped you off!

-Ah that's cute......wait everyday? For how long have i...

-Oh about a week.

I take a moment to look outside. Part of me is worried about how long i've been out, but i also am missing a few months of my memory at this point, so what is a week more.

-If you feel like it, she starts again, we will need your informations, like your name, age...the boys had no idea who you were.

-Ah yes...euuuh my name is...

Oh god. I can feel the air slowly leave my body as i think. I know who i am, right? Like i know stuff, i know how to talk, i know how to calculate, i can probably tell a few bird facts, so why the hell can't i remember my name!

The nurses makes a quick sign to someone outside the room, then comes to my side. She informs me that she'll go get the doctor, but that it can be normal after a big trauma to miss a few pieces, and that it'll probably come back later.

As she leaves the room, i hear her talk with someone, who then enters. I glance at him quickly. It's him, the tall boy. "Yun...ho?' I hesitate a bit. After all, if i can't remember my name, why would i remember his...

-Yes!!! Im glad you remember! So, how is our little sleeping beauty?

He has the biggest and brightest smile i've ever seen. I catch myself smiling a bit, before the weight of his words slowly fall on me. Tears start building up, but he immediately puts his hand on my head. I look at him with the eyes of a lost child who can't find his parents at the grocery store. I lower my head and try once more to remember. I have to. I need to. I have to rem...

-It's alright, i won't leave you alone.

It's all it takes for me to sight, with a confusing mix of tears and smiles.

After a long chat with the doctor and the nurse, we agree to let me leave with Yunho. As i was unconscious, they ran dna tests on me since i had no wallet or anyway to be identified, but the tests lead to nothing. While police officers are doing their best to try and find who i could be, i agree to go once a week to the hospital, just to make sure i'm all right.

So there i am, in Yunho's car, direction his dorms. He tells me about how his company agreed to find me a temporary place, but how it would only be ready tomorrow, so i can take their couch for tonight. Everything in me tells me to be careful, that i don't know him, but i can't help but to trust him. The way he talks about his friends, about how he'll text me everyday to make sure i'm alright and try to visit me once every two days, i find myself not hearing anything he says, and only focus on the reflection of the lights in his eyes, as if they were stars. At a red light, he stops and turns to me, pulling out his biggest smile yet. After i swore to myself that i would do everything in my power to see that smile everyday for the rest of my life, i softly tell him "i can't wait to meet your friends", to which he laughs a bit before driving again.

We arrive at his place. It's a huge building, with an unhealthy amount of convenient stores close. I look up into the now night sky and start panicking a bit, but before it really rises up, Yunho takes my hand. He looks deep into my eyes, rests his other hand on my cheek, and simply gives an okay sign with his head, to which i respond with another okay. Still holding my hand, we go to the elevator. With the mirror walls  all over, i can't help but to stare at him. He has this childlike wonder into his eyes that i just cannot get enough of. He looks at every single cracks of this elevator as if it was the first time he came inside, before his eyes land on mine. Even if i get shy, i don't look away, and neither does he. The elevator calls the floor, and we stop looking. Ugh. He giggles lightly before pulling me out and leading me to his place. As he opens the door, i hear what sounds like a thousand people getting up and running to the door, but as i get inside myself, it turns out it's just seven people.

-Everyone, say hello to our forlorn princess!

#ateez yunho #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez imagine

[justthedegenerate]

the door

Welp, here is some ateez fanfic im building off of a weird ass dream i had. Im saying this ahead, its not gonna be constent, its der gonna be smutty at some point and i hope you like holes cuz its gonna be filled eith plotholes.

Ps. I also take criticism if you want, i didnt proof read it, i really just thiught one other degenerate out there might like it.

Enjoy <3

Its so weird. I was reading, peacefully, in a cemetery on st-jean street. I was supposed to go see some friends, but they were still cleaning their place. So i went to buy a coffee down the street. I talked about a decade old french show with the barista. She was nice. I went to sit somewhere further, the olympia passage. Or i think its called like that, no one knew what i was talking about when i called it that. Someone came to me to talk about poesy, and given my patient nature, i listened to him. I told him i was an illustrator, and could illustrate his poems if he wanted. He looked delited, and said it was rare that people didn't just ignore him, or look at him as if he was lesser than them. I din't know why, i left him my phone number, for the poem thing, and i took his. I really trust too easily, but if there is even a 1% chance that he actually just wants to create, then ill take that chance. Soon after he left, another friend, closer to me, came along. He was meeting someone at the same coffee i went to ealier. We planned to go converse shopping a few hours later. I walked with him down the street, then left when his friend arrived.

Further on the street, there is a really old cemetery, behind a small church. The worst tomb has a family in it, about 12 kids between 12 days to 12 years old. It's calm. There are a lot of trees, reminding me that at the end of the day, i belong to the earth. This type of calmness almost makes me look up to the day i pass.

I sat under the big tree. It is not especially big, but it is indeed larger than the rest. I opened my book, and read. It was very simple, a story about some gay witch with her equally gay otaku demon and a girl that disappeared. Maybe. The end was a bit fuzzy, so i wasn't quite sure. But i think that all along, the blue haired girl was actually a piece of the witch's imagination or something like that. I like these endless stories, you tend to think about them way more than stories that close entirely. So i put the book down and looked at my phone. My friend told me her cleaning wasn't done yet. I don't know what i was expecting.

Well, at least i can say what i wasn't expecting. To blackout completely, and to wake up in a small stinky backstreet on the other side of the world.

Now this may be a bit confusing, so let me explain a bit more. For the first part, it's honestly going to end there. I put my phone down, looked towards my friend's place and the world around me began to feel heavier, as if the sky was falling down. I felt victim of this kind of gravity shift, even if i'm pretty sure it only happened to me. Things began to move around me, but i was way too far to really pay attention to it. As i opened my eyes, it was night. I was laying against a garbage bin, one of those big store ones. I was in a small backstreet, hidden from the world. As i tried to get up, i felt like every single inch of my body was sore. I looked down, and i was dressed in some oversized off-white shirt, more yellow than white really but that was probably because of how dirty it was. I definitely had panties under, which i felt were probably more sexy ones than comfortable ones, but the lack of pants quickly put me off. Feeling my eyes, i had some makeup leftovers, that probably had just spread around even more. Despite all of that, what really chocked me the most was the weight i had lost. Not like 2-5 lbs, more like 15-20 lbs, and not in a healthy way. Whatever had just happened to me had been happening for a while.

As i was still taking it all in, i heared a door open, with voices coming out of it. Two people. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but i quickly recognized some korean words. More people came out. Three more, soon followed by another pair. As the last one came out, i decided that i my need for help was greater than the odds of them being bad people, so i went out of the streets. The bright neon signs of the convinient store blinded me for a second, before i could figure out the silouhette of 8 men. I let out a soft and painful, "help" before turning around to take in more of what was around me. Wherever i was, this was not home. I felt the panic start to rise in me so i turned to the men, who had stopped their walk to look at me. Some of them had cold, almost scared faces, but the one that sticked to me the most was the one closest to me. A tall, black and red haired guy, that almost looked in more pain than me. One of the people in the back said something, that from the loudness i assumed was to me, but I didn't catch it, since it was in korean. It's at that moment that it all came down.

I fell down to my knees. Eyes blank, looking at the ground. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, but my expression was not following them. The tall guy came down to my level, and in a broken english asked "are you alright?"

-Do i look alright, i spitted at him. I have no idea where i am, or what is going on, i'm clearly a world away from home, I don't understand anything that anyone here says, im hurt, im almost naked, i lost a shit ton of weight and i dont even know how, the only taste i have in my mouth is dehydration, i miss my cat, i miss my bed and my stupid ass friend who can't seem to ever be on time and....and...

I raise up my head to look at him. He pierces through my eyes as if he was looking for answers.

-and...im cold.

I fall in his arms, all strength gone.

I can feel his warmth get closer.

I can feel his heartbeat.

I feel some sort of warm blanket around me.

I feel a pillow, softer than any i ever had.

As i feel fingers going through my hair, I hear a melody that, even if for a small second, makes my believe that everything will be all right, and i find myself dreaming that this moment never stops.

I briefly open my eyes, just to see these dreaming eyes. "Who are you", i somehow ask, right before falling asleep. As if he knew that I wasn't there to hear the answer anymore, the mysterious man lowers himself to my ear and simply wispers,

"I'm Yunho."

#ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #ateez smut #ateez suggestive