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lxdymoon0357 · 6 days

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How about making Duna jealous by having Minho in the palm of your hands?! I mean like, reader definitely loves him, but she absolutely despises Minho cause she had already done some damage and so she likes to spoil him, flaunts that she has him, etc to both Duna and Wookyung? She's also rich and what not..

(You spoke literally my heart's desires and put them in a post!! Reader is described to have tattoos| Fem! Reader, reader is mentioned to have long hair| Mentions of SA, unhinge shit from Duna.)

The other...better spouse..

The moment Duna walked out of the shop, clutching a box of cigarettes, her eyes were burning to cry because it was the most sick and twisted dream because why was she seeing Minho standing outside a alcohol shop having a little person cling to him inside his black puffer jacket as he laughed softly?

She never knew he could laugh so beautifully, that he had creases under his eyes when he laughed or smiled, that he is very ticklish.. She noticed your long hair falling out of his puffer jacket as he laughed softly, before you finally came out of his jacket, enjoying yourself as you both talked and crossed the streets heading in her direction...

Duna never knew that The Byun Minho was capable of change...I mean, she honestly always wanted to put him in his place during sex, break him down, make him bed for her forgiveness, make him her own personal rape doll...She was confused as to how Minho could get anyone with his bitter, distasteful and gross personality and not even being big enough to pleasure someone...

Duna stood there frozen as you and Minho crossed, hand laced together, with him giggling at something you said while you couldn't bother to remove your eyes from him...How could you? He was just such a gorgeous human inside that hard exterior.

Just as you both got on the pavement, Minho froze as you finally turned away to meet the eyes of a girl, quite pretty but you weren't getting good vibes from her, You tightened your grip on Minho's hand ever so slightly,

"Who are you?" Duna asked you, quite audacious you guessed from her mannerisms, as you glared at her up and down before softly poking Minho's cheek and clinging to his arm more making Minho snap out of his trance as he awkwardly looked at you and Duna before shaking his head and saying,

"Ah, Uhm...Y/N..Jagi, this is Duna...My ex.." he said murmuring as you nodded in realization, so she was the one who cheated on him and the one who raped him...You glared at her angrily, before sighing, squeezing Minho's hands in yours softly before letting go and pushing the door of the shop Duna just came out of,

"I'll go get the things we need." you said going inside the shop as Duna stared at you with jealousy and anger, you were gorgeous, she couldn't lie, long hair, gorgeous fashion, you seemed smart, with the etiquette and the style of you clothing, it was also safe to assume you were also quite rich..

Minho sighed as he stood aside, wondering who'd make the first move as Duna walked closer, "Minho...Why'd you choose her?" she asked straight forward glaring at him, making chills go down his spine as he rubbed his nape and took a step back, "I..Uh.." he took a step back every time she took a step forward.

Duna softly took a hold of his wrist in hers, pulling him uncomfortably close to her, pushing him against the wall of a closed shop besides the one which was open where you were inside.

"You know I'm better than her, right? What is it about her that's better? Is she pretty? Rich? None of it, you know I tried to help you, I was just a bit mad back then..." Duna said, her words spilling out without her noticing as Minho seemed frozen, taking deep breathes as he shrunk into himself. The sight made her feel powerful.

but suddenly a sharp jerk pulled her back from her hair as she was thrown onto the ground as she looked up to meet your glaring eyes as tow large broad men stood besides you also staring at her seriously as you helped Minho while the other the two men glared at her,

"Please, do not dare to hurt Sir.Byun, otherwise we'd be contacting authorities." one of the man said as she could see you pepper Minho with kisses who was clinging to you like a little child.

Softly you rubbed his back, snapping your fingers and handing your bag of wines and another plastic bag of different things to a bodyguards while a expensive car pulled up close to you as Duan dusted herself and quickly got up with embarrassment.

You were simply trying to calm Minho and sat him down in the expensive sports car before turning to Duna and walking closer, your heels clacking on the side of the pavement as she took steps back before she was backed into the wall where she was pinning Minho a few seconds ago,

"Listen, bitch. If I see you getting even a hundred miles closer to Minho, I'd take a thousand amount of evidence that you sexually assaulted him and get you a good life sentence." you said grabbing her jaw and grinning at her with mock and disgust, tightening your grip on her jaw making it ache,

"You're lucky it's Minho's kindness of not wanting to ruin your already no-good, pathetic, little life by not reporting you, but I won't be kind...Tell that to the little freak Cha Wookyung as well." you said letting go of her jaw as she rubbed it before throwing the cigarette box she dropped in her face and turning on your heel and sitting in the car.

As you sat inside the car and it drove off, Duna could just stand there staring down at the box off cigarette you threw in her face, realizing maybe you were the better one out of both of you...

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shawol-poser · 3 months

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K-Idol Kareshii Comic!

I suddenly had this idea based on this one kuroko no basuke karashii comic I saw and wondered--

If I made something similar for SHINee and EXO (since those are the only groups I'm actively stanning), would any of you be interested?

For those who don't know, "Kareshii" means, "boyfriend" so this genre of comic refers to portraying the experience one would have as this character's boyfriend! The theme would most likely be more on the fluff side since I probably wouldn't be comfortable doing something too suggestive lol.

Naturally, it would be in a cartoony/anime style, (for convenience, but mostly to make the viewers and myself feel somewhat okay reading it) but yeah!

I think it'll be slightly more fun for me to draw than to write too!

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kiestrokes · 8 months

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MASTERLIST

「 ATEEZ 」

Sexual Styles Headcanons NSFW MTL Breed Kinks NSFW Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition SFW As Cringy Pick-Up Lines NSFW Stoned Sex NSFW MTL Virgin Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Colors NSFW

「 BTS 」

Drunk & Horny Headcanons NSFW BTS and their Secret Socials Headcanons SFW MTL Praise Kink NSFW

12 Lays of Kinkmas Masterlist SFW & NSFW

Will Scream for Soju SFW Featuring: Friend!Reader x OT7

Ditto ✧ Ditto Pt.2 SFW Featuring: Chef!Reader x Idol!Kim Seokjin

Keeping the Cadence NSFW Featuring: Fellow Military!Reader x Jung Hoseok

the layover NSFW Featuring: Escort!Reader x Idol!Kim Namjoon

Anti-Hero NSFW Featuring: Reader x Boyfriend!Kim Namjoon

Geonbae Pt.1 ✧ Geonbae Pt.2 NSFW Featuring: Reader x Fuckboy!Park Jimin ft. Kwon Soonyoung and OC!besties 🎧 the playlist 🖼️ the moodboard

Full Service NSFW Featuring: Noona!Reader x Idol!Jeon Jungguk

「 Seventeen 」

Autumnal This or That SFW Troop Seventeen: Badge Ceremony SFW

As Sex Workers NSFW

「 SHINee 」

Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours NSFW

「 Stray Kids 」

MTL Aftercare Sandwich NSFW MTL House Husbands SFW SKZ in The Hunger Games NSFW SKZ Noona Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Color NSFW

Eyes on Fire SFW Featuring: Werewolf!Han Jisung x Vampire!Lee Minho

astringe NSFW Featuring: Best Friend!Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

「 Multi 」

K-Pop Stan Q's (first edition) Idols as The Goonies SFW BTS, ATEEZ & SKZ in a John Hughes Film SFW Bias List as Millennial Cult Book Series SFW EXO-L x atiny SFW

「 Soft Hours 」 SFW

Recovering from a minor surgery… Featuring: Kim Seokjin of BTS. Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Lee Taeyong of NCT. Lim Jaebeom of GOT7.

the autumnal special Featuring: Christian Yu aka DPR Ian. Jeong Yunho of ATEEZ. Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

「 Hard Hours 」 NSFW

Touch Starved Featuring: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Kim Mingyu of SVT. Lee Minhyuck of BTOB.

Partner Won't Let You Sleep SFW & NSFW Featuring: Vampire!Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee.

These are works of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted above.

#masterlist #ateez masterlist #bts masterlist #exo masterlist #got7 masterlist #monsta x masterlist #nct masterlist #seventeen masterlist #kpop masterlist #shinee masterlist #stray kids masterlist #multi stan #kpop multistan #fanfic masterlist #shes a wip so dont judge too hard #oeuvre

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kirihotto · 1 year

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Friends Attentive Brother {Taehyun X Reader 16+}

→ Warnings: Slightly aggressive dom

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Friends brother likes you

→ Summary: Hanging out with your friends you go over to one of there houses for the night. Expecting to have the place to yourselves. Her older brother had a change of plans. So your all stuck together for the rainy night.

→ Word Count: 2 801

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 01/10/23

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"Hey brooo~" My best friend Minho {No. not lee know minho} called out poorly to her brother standing in the door. Us. soaking wet. Since it was pouring rain, we all huddled under the roof sheltering each entryway. It had been all sunshine and rainbows until we decided to go back from the mall. Minho just stood with a dumb grin on her face. While the other two girls behind us were shivering and nudging her. Minho's way to attractive of a brother stood with a confused glare at us. Until finally she spoke. "Let us innn! I thought you were away for the night."

"Plans changed. Come in you guys." He smiled, moving his frame from the grip on the doors. We piled in the safe, cozy place's entryway. I've been here a few times. Even though it was small it was rather nice. Dark Hardwood floors trailing to the living room. Which was filled with two black soft leather couches and matching loveseat. A circle white table sat in the middle, and a few plants decorated it. Fluffy white rug underneath. The kitchen lined with black cupboards and white countertops. Tall black leather seats met the island. A set of two huge glass doors, leading to a balcony. Taehyun marched up to Minho waving a finger in her face. "Stay here, I'll grab towels. Don't fool around too late."

"Yeah yeah." She pouted. Snatching a towel from Taehyun. He gently handed the rest of the stack to us. But my gaze was rather focused on him than the task at hand. His bleach blonde hair resting above his brows. Slender frame layered with a black hoodie and black slightly ripped jeans. A pair of white Puma slides to complete the 'at home' look. His doe eyes caught my staring ones. He only smiled slightly. Before he walked off in the direction of his room. Minho taking the floor, leading us down the same hallway. "Alright. You can put your towels here once you're done. Feel free to change here or my room. We can take turns and wait in the living room."

I changed into my pajamas for the night. Well. not really pajamas as much as they were comfy clothes. Pink shorts and a baggy gray sweater. My wet hair fresh and combed down. Sitting on the comfy couch as the other girls got changed. One by one we got dressed and scrolled through our phones. Warming up from all the wet journey. Minho quickly dragged us to her room once we finished changing. Her room was way different from the relaxed neutral appeal of the rest of the house. The room was all greens, blues and a little yellow. But very much still girly. Fluffy accent pillows, cute stuffies, flowers, jewelry, all sorts. Joo-jin and Byun stole the two most comfortable spots on the bed. Minho sat on the small desk chair backward and I sat on one of the many fluffy pillows on the floor. For once the other two's focus wasn't on their cells. Minho had clearly noticed.

"So. drama? Tea? All the deets we couldn't spill in public. Asap!" Minho demanded. Her eyes searched for a spark of fiery passion.

"I mean yeah.. With Byumho and his girlfriend." Joo-jin softly remarked. Minho instantly put the issue on full blast. While I did like my friends I wasn't about to sit here and listen to drama about boys. Any other drama besides boys I'd be all into listening. Opening a random rhythm game on my phone and tapping away. While the other three shared information about each other's crushes.

"So F/N you like anyone?" Minho rolled her chair over to my sad spot on the floor. I shook my head and my focus turned back to the level. Clearly not satisfied she let out a complaining sigh. "Come onnn! I know you have your heart set on someone."

"No i- hey!-" I was trying to deny it when she snatched my phone from my grip. The sad sound of failure rang in the air.

"Fine. whatever. But get your nose out of that game. Let's start our own game." Minho chuckled, rolling her chair back to the center of the small room. All eyes focused on her. She stuck out a finger in my direction. I cocked an eyebrow at her in confusion. "Truth or dare me."

"Truth or dare?" I sighed out. Not knowing what I'd choose for her in either of those options.

"Dare."

"I dare you.. to be nice to your brother for the rest of the day." Nice one. That had been easier than expected. She looked 'wounded' and growled. I just laughed at her dramatic expression. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Joo-jin! T or D?" Minho called out. They were all just so much more energetic than I was. As well as being pretty popular. "Mmm. oh! I dare you to tell my brother you like him."

"What! I don't. Ugh ok ok." Joo-jin's focus went to Byun. "T or D?"

"Truth."

"Did you used to have a crush on Taehyun?" Joo-jin questioned. A swirl of dread flooded my stomach at the insinuation. Maybe not so fun..

"Well. not really but like he was really cute." Byun admitted with a nervous blush.

"Seriously. What is with the topic of my brother? Ugh. he wasn't even supposed to be here tonight. He was supposed to be with his bandmates in Busan." Minho complained. I had forgotten he was a member of a new group. Minho burst through my thoughts again. "F/N T or D?"

"Uhhh Truth. Wasn't Byun supposed to ask me?" I chose quickly.

"Whatever, I'm sure she will agree with my offer. With the topic of my brother in the air. Who do you like?" Minho questioned shooting me a daring gaze. My face lit aflame when I realized what that glance had meant.

"Oh you so do." Byun smirked. Assuming she had agreed to Minho's 'truth offer.'

"You'd be so cute together." Joo-jin blurted.

"Come on, just admit it! I wont be mad, it's fine. He is single as far as I know." Minho Finished with a wink. They all leaned in closer to me. Eyeing me for a reaction, which I could easily feel in my burning up face.

"Alright! Fine! Fine. I like Taehyun ok? You happy?" All the girls squealed after my way too loud of a claim. Slumping over my crossed legs and covering my blushed face. Though I hadn't really thought of... dating him..

"Ok ok! Ask me one!" Minho squealed, waving her hands about in excitement. I was done with chaos and tired. It didn't take much longer for the other girls to get tucked into bed as well. Minho stole my phone so i didn't have any music tonight to keep me safe from her slumber.

In the dark room filled with flowery aroma and snoring girls I lie down awake. Knowing it was useless to look for my phone in the dark or try sleeping. I made a break for the living room. It was oh so cozy. The house was all dark other than the moon lit living room. Shiny rain trailing down the glass doors as I stared out. My warm hand resting on the cool glass. The moments from today are finally catching up to me. It was so fun other than being soaking wet and I Hadn't thought of dating Taehyun. I always seemed to stare at him while I was here. He is just so good looking. But those kind eyes. Meeting mine. I'd love nothing more than that warm gaze to be on me.

"F/N?" A male voice called from not far behind me. Apparently his gaze was on me. My heart instantly knew who it was. Jumping out of my chest by just his silky voice calling my name. He made his way over to me and leaned on the cold glass next to me. His arm resting against the glass above his head. I'd have to pray it was dark enough for him not to notice my intense blush. Yet it was enough to see his beautiful features.

"Y-yeah. Sorry, did I wake you?" I replied, finally looking him up in the eye. He smiled and shook his head.

"No no. I'm sure we're up for the same reason" he stated, nudging his head toward the hallway we had just come from. His slender hand slid down the nape of his neck. His eyes focused on mine. "I came out here to grab my charger. But.. here you are."

"Yeah. o-oh! I'm ok alone. I'm not even that tired. It's just so nice. The rain." My view flew quickly back to said rain. Taehyun's gaze still noticeably scanned me. Presumably hunting for a lie. Until he did the same. Looking out to see what was visible of the city lights.

"Well.. what if I'm not?" Taehyun questioned, leaning slightly in my direction. His gaze focused outside. His dark eyes glistened upon the cold dark sky. A small smile graced his face.

"Oh, I can stay with you." After a moment of processing I answered him. Once more staring.

"You don't have to. But I certainly wouldn't mind having someone like you to pass the time with." He gave me a side eye before releasing a sigh. Leaning his back against the cold glass rather than his side. His face toward the ceiling. Long eyelashes shadowing his cheeks.

"I was planning on staying out here anyway. May as well stick together." Honestly, I wanted to run away so bad. My mind is racing a mile a minute. Poorly attempting to make sense of my emotions. But clearly my racing heartbeat was the silent, yet loud and clear answer.

"Let's get comfy. It's awfully cold. " Taehyun offered. Making his way toward the couches. A blanket was quick to appear next to him. Along with myself. He tossed half of the soft white blanket barely on me. "I won't bite. Let's watch a movie?"

"Sure. not too loud to wake them." I reminded him. Taehyun chuckled slightly, grabbing the remote from its place on the table. Flopping back comfortably and turning on the TV. Scrolling through movies he picked one that played quietly behind our chatter.

"I don't want to disturb others. But Minho. Mm she deserves it." Taehyun giggled slightly, reaching for his phone. A scroll later and a sad sigh erupted. An irritable run of fingers through his blonde locks. "If it weren't so stormy."

"Oh? I thought you said it was nice." shocked at the sudden mood change. He seemed so relaxed. Now tense and slightly salty. The bright LED screens lit up the otherwise dark room. Taehyun's gaze wandered his cell screen.

"Oh yeah haha. It's pretty, don't get me wrong. We had to delay our practice again due to bad driving conditions." another sigh and wave of his hands. He tossed his phone on the soft pillows next to him. His focus was back on the TV. while mine had hardly left him. His tousled blonde hair attempting to hide under a big black hood. "It doesn't matter. This is nice."

After a half an hour or so of my eyes drifting from Taehyun to the bright tv screen. When my gaze met the TV I'd only think about my feelings toward him. My heart raced steadily through the entire half hour. Until the movie had gotten more... intense than expected. Nonetheless we watched the two lovers 'quarrel' with each other in the sheets. Taehyun didn't seem overly uncomfortable for someone that didn't know me well. Other than his leg slightly bouncing moments before the scene came on. Looking away from him and the TV hoping to distract my thoughts. This is my friend's brother. Get a grip. I repeated in my head. But it was no use. The blush flooding my cheeks must have been visible to Taehyun by now.

"Oh sorry. I just uhm.. Zoned out." Taehyun had clicked off the TV after a quick glance at me. His focus fully on me. He took down his hood hurriedly and twisted his body in my direction. Stray blonde hair stuck up in a few places.

"No, it's ok! If you want to watch it, go ahead." I replied, waving my hands in my face. Taehyun had only let out a relieved sigh. His shoulders relaxed again. Our roles had been reversed. Now I was wondering if he was ok.

"Shh.. not too loud. It was my fault you got so worked up. You're loud when you're nervous.-" Taehyun cut himself off. Shooting me a rushed worried glance. I hadn't known why until.. How would he know that about me? Nearly giving myself whiplash in my hurried frantic glances. Unless. My statement earlier..oh no..

"H-how did you come to that conclusion? We hardly know each other." I replied hastily. Even though he was right.

"Before I say this, don't freak out. I didn't mean to listen in. My room is right next to Minho's. I can hear her snore. So you guys were yelling earlier...gah.." Taehyun fumbled upon his words. His hand resting on the nape of his neck again. Nervous habit. A slight pink dusted his cheeks. Wow. I could get used to this. Even though I knew what he was going to say next. "I heard your claim earlier. You liking me."

His focus shot up to me finally. After his statement of said knowledge his gaze hardened. Like getting those words out was a relief. While hearing those words I had claimed earlier, broke me. My heart was aching by this point. It was pounding like nuts since we sat down. now It was more of an anxious beating I'm sure. His eyes scanned my form for any sign of reaction. But once his eyes met mine we both knew.

(spice)

Taehyun tossed the blanket off us. Pinning me to the small leather couch in the moonlit living room. His hands on either side of my head. A shiver creeping down my spine. Whether it was from the sudden cold or Taehyun's intense stare from above me, I didn't know. Was he toying with me? I felt an anger start to boil in my throat. Though no words were spoken. We just stared. His dark doe eyes meet mine. Messy blonde hair dangling inches away from me.

"Luckily, I've taken a liking to you." He stated, slowly moving closer to me. His eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes. In my shock I flew my blushed face the opposite way. Facing the now oh so interesting leather pillows. Taehyun let out a quiet deep chuckle. His warm breath fanned my neck against the cold. The slight smell of his cologne filling my senses. He halted his movement. Hovering above me. "If you don't want this you have all the right to say so. At any point and time. If you don't say anything I can..continue..?"

My thoughts were racing. So he did like me. I just realized what I have been feeling toward him and now this? Though it was sudden my racing heartbeat didn't want me to go anywhere. All movement stopped as I processed my thoughts. The sound of rain slamming into the roof repeatedly, the glow of the cold blue moon. This was too good to pass up. Nodding slowly, my body relaxed. Feeling reassured I wasn't being forced or restrained.

Taehyun moved away for a moment. My eyes shifted to sneak a peak at his reaction. He seemed shocked, but a small grin was across his face. Along with a cute string of small blush. His hair tickled my neck before I felt his breath again. Soft kisses along my neck and behind my ear slightly. My eyes shut, the back of my hand over my mouth. Holding in what I knew would be a mess of tiny moans. He was hardly touching me but my fluttering heart didn't seem to care. It only craved more.

Taehyun hovered above me again. I turned my body to face him, slowly putting my hands on his lean shoulders. Tensing from my touch. We were both nervous yet trusted one another. He caressed my cheek before kissing me lightly. My hands rested together behind his neck and shoulders. Pressing our bodies together. The heat from him, warming me from the chilly air. Strings of kisses getting more and more intense. Gasping for air as he rested his forehead on mine for a moment.

"Your so beautiful.. be mine." Though it was phrased like a question. His tone said otherwise. A fiery yet passionate gaze. I was already his.

A/N: Part 2? 0.0

#kang taehyun #txt #txt x you #txt x reader #txt fic #taehyun x reader #taehyun txt #taehyun x y/n

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centrumlumina · 4 years

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As part of the AO3 Ship Stats project, this list shows the 100 most-posted pairing tags on Archive Of Our Own in the period 24 July 2019 - 2 August 2020. This list was created by comparing the current number of fics with data gathered for the 2019 AO3 Ship Stats.

There are 71 M/M pairings on the list, 15 F/M, 3 F/F, 8 Gen and 3 Other. (Please note that on AO3, ‘Name & Name’ indicates platonic or familial ‘Gen’ relationships, while ‘Name/Name’ is used for romantic and sexual pairings.)

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Rank Change Pairing Fandom New Works Total Type Race 1 15 Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Good Omens (TV) 20298 28726 M/M White 2 72 Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù 10671 13130 M/M POC 3 8 Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Star Wars Sequel Trilogy 9076 21306 F/M White 4 28 Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier IT (Movies – Muschietti) 8441 12227 M/M White 5 N Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion The Witcher (TV) 7573 7573 M/M White 6 1 Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Harry Potter - J. K. 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checkmate — ot8

description. in which a group of friends played a realistic game of mafia where it was all fun in games until one of them goes missing.

pairings. (though not focused) han jisung x female!reader, bang chan x byun taehee (oc), seo changbin x jeon saeyeon (oc)

genre. mystery, thriller, mafia!au (*wink)

warnings. swearing, usage of weapons, character death/s

word count. 19.3k

notes. i finished writing this fic way back in november but i was torn between chopping this fic into chapters (the way it was written) or posting it the way it appears in my google docs (as one long ass file). i hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as i had enjoyed conceptualizing it in the shower.

about checkmate. Here are a few things you need to know about this AU before proceeding: Stray Kids and the three other characters (you and the two other OCs) are in one big friend group and are in the same graduating class. And because they’re all from the same batch, I’ve aged down Chan and Lee Know to ‘99. Hence, the ‘99s are Chan, Minho, Changbin and Taehee (OC), the ‘00s are Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and you, and the ‘01s are Jeongin and Saeyeon.

i. night one.

High school had always seemed like a grey area in life. Maybe it was because of the sweet mix of innocence and corruption in the minds of everyone you got to interact with that made it seem like it was neutral. The halls were littered with people with various upbringings and influences of their own. No one was either good or bad yet—there was no way to tell which among you would make it in life or not. Just a bunch of angsty young adults torn between being worried with what the future held and making the most of the present.

In high school, people were bound to make friends that either lasted until graduation or the remainder of their respective lifetimes. There was no way to tell where their lots belonged but sometimes they wished it belonged in the latter. It had only been you and the two other girls until the eight boys took you under their wing in sophomore year—an unspoken rule the boys had with people who sat at the back row along with them.

2 school years and a shit ton of bickering later, you were all inseparable whenever together. God help the teachers that had all 11 of you in the same class together throughout high school. Thankfully, this academic year, it only happened once a week and all you could do was wish your homeroom teacher well.

The crew met at lunch everyday, another unspoken rule that was never decided but followed throughout the entirety of your high school days. It was impressive how two whole lunch tables were vacated the day Hyunjin cracked a height joke to Changbin which sparked a food fight in the middle of junior year. After that day, the whole gang set out to search for a new spot to eat lunch because according to Chan, staying together weighed more than eating conveniently at the cafeteria. Some of the kids disagreed with it but no one ever bothered to be vocal about it.

And this is how you all ended up eating lunch on the bleachers of the school gym for the remaining two years of high school.

Eating in the gym meant that you didn’t have to compete with the voices of the preps from the other table or the lunch lady whose patience had worn thin from the lunch rush. Which also meant that you didn’t have to keep your voices down whenever you played Mafia. The game never failed to be entertaining despite being played for roughly two years now. Anyone in the crew could even say they’d improved their own deducing skills as they cracked down the Mafia more easily with every round played.

All of you except Jisung anyway, who either got voted out of suspicion for being the Mafia or being killed by the Mafia themselves.

So when Lee Minho walks into the gym one day with a tempting offer in hand, Jisung is the first to say yes.

The hoverboard Minho is riding halts right by the bleachers before he picks it up. The other boys stop their game of basketball and gather round. Hoverboard in one hand and flyer in the other, he raises it up for everyone to see.

“What do you guys think?” he asks, watching everyone’s eyes skim over the flyer he’d picked up from the school bulletin board.

“I think it’s a great idea.”

“I think it’s pretty stupid.”

The voices come in unison, creating a rift in the decision of the crew in an instant. A bubble of laughter escapes out of one person's lips and the others follow. Jisung stands up from his seat on the bleachers, eyeing the smirking purple haired boy who was staring right back at him.

When the laughter dies down he finally speaks, “Do you have a problem?”

“What’s the point?” Seungmin answers, “You always lose anyway.”

Laughter fills the empty hall again, echoing off the walls in a seemingly mocking way that makes Jisung ball his fists. Chan purses his lips in annoyance, tracing the creases on his forehead before standing up to stall the fight threatening to happen at any given moment.

You watch as the tension between the two 00’s intensifies. When you catch a glimpse of Chan’s stressed face, you take it upon yourself to reign Jisung down. “Jisung, just sit down please.”

“Oh,” he turns to you, eyes wide in disbelief, “so you’re siding with them too? Fine.”

You wanted to argue but it’d only cause more ruckus. At least, even when he had his back turned to you, Jisung obliged to sit down. You let out a sigh and leave him alone.

Chan jumps down from the bleachers before taking the flyer from Minho, “If it isn’t clear to any of you yet, the flyer offers the most realistic Mafia game ever. All free. We just need to give them our names, show up at the address and we play.”

“Seems sketchy,” Taehee remarks.

“You doubt everything,” Changbin rebuts, to which the girl just shrugs.

Jeongin jumps down from the bleachers, taking the flyer from Chan to read it for himself. He turns to the awaiting crowd before him, “What could go wrong? It was posted on the school bulletin board after all.” Chan points in agreement before turning to see the reactions of the rest of the people there.

“It’s just a game of Mafia,” Felix finally says, “and we’re graduating so we might not get this opportunity again.”

Jisung finally turns around and faces everyone else, “I know right. I feel like this is going to be the best idea ever.”

“Yeah, best idea ever.”

Is the first thing Saeyeon says upon arriving at the designated address. The warehouse looming before you was illuminated by nothing but the lightbulb at the front. There were no streetlights leading up to the alleyway that led to the building and there were no signs indicating where to go.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Hyunjin asks, eyeing the building skeptically. Minho double checks the address on the flyer and his phone before nodding.

Before he could answer, someone else speaks. “Yes, this is the right place.”

Everyone turns to the direction of the voice. Around the corner of the warehouse was a door held open by a woman in a Vendetta mask that matched the one on the flyer. She gestures for the crew to follow and doesn’t bother waiting. There’s a fair exchange of confused expressions before someone leads the rest to follow the woman in.

You fall behind, along with the once enthusiastic Han Jisung. You watch as his eyes scan the surroundings nervously before he finally looks at you.

“I thought you were excited about this?” you tease, making Jisung pout.

“I am,” he answers, “it’s just a bit creepy.”

You got what he meant, feeling your own goosebumps make themselves evident on your skin. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Upon entering the warehouse, you were asked to sign your names in a log book. You eyed the staff by the entrance, analyzing the details of the worn out mask she was wearing. It catches you off guard when a metal bracelet is snapped unto your wrist.

“What’s this for?” you asked, feeling the weight of the metal band on your arm.

“It’s a part of the game,” another staff member answers. “Shall we?”

You are then led through a maze of crates. The warehouse was just like any other. Everywhere you looked, there were piled wooden cargo boxes and miscellaneous objects you’d normally find in storage places. Overhead, there were dangling lamps but they were all left off. Save for the one in the middle of the room.

In the middle of the room stood a wide round table. Half of the crew were already seated, chatting about how cool the venue seemed. You thought it was overrated, but you had to admit it made the whole game more thrilling.

Once everyone was seated, the organizers took their leave, leaving the eleven of you alone in the warehouse with nothing but the table and the dangling light overhead to accompany you.

“Welcome to Mafia 2020.”

The voice catches everyone off guard and the whole room falls silent in anticipation. The voice comes from the speakers, loud enough to echo the warehouse but not loud enough to cause a disturbance in the vicinity.

“For every night following the start of the game, you’re given one hour to deliberate who you think the Mafia may be. You are given the option to skip a night or vote someone suspicious out. Upon making your decision, you are asked to speak into the intercom the name of the person you wish to vote out. If you have any inquiries, you are welcome to speak into the intercom and we’ll respond as soon as we can. Before you leave the premises, you are required to write a name on the signature pad by the booth near the main exit. The member whose name is written by the Mafia will be eliminated and will no longer be allowed to attend the warehouse meetings. If one’s name is written by the Police, they will be investigated and their role in the game will be revealed. If written by the Doctor, they will be saved.”

“Just like the usual,” Changbin says and the others nod in agreement.

“The only rule we have is that you are not allowed to say the name of the person you wrote down. We will be monitoring you closely. Your one hour begins now.”

“Wait, the game already started?” Jeongin asks, eyes-wide just like everyone else’s. “But they haven’t given us our roles yet.”

The voice comes again, for the last time that night, “That’s for all of you to figure out as the game progresses. Good luck and have fun.”

And the line goes dead. The questions they uttered to the microphones mounted on the round table remained unresponded.

“Now what?” Felix inquires and Saeyeon just shrugs beside him.

Rational as he always is, Chan is the first to respond, “We could always skip the night.”

“Or we could vote Jisung off like we always do,” Seungmin answers from across the room, with a cheeky smile plastered on his lips. He earns the laughs from the others in the room.

Jisung’s chair rattles as he stands, “Why do you always pick on me, huh?”

“Your misfortune is my happiness.”

“Alright, everyone. It’s decided then. We’re voting Seungmin off,” Hyunjin stands from his seat, walking towards the main exit as if he were to cast his vote already and Seungmin runs off to catch up to him.

Laughter and applause erupts from the crew again with Jisung basking at the way the tables have turned so quickly. You could only laugh at how chaotic the ‘00s were.

Seungmin drags Hyunjin back to the center table in a tight grip but the latter still insisted, “I’m not kidding, we’re voting him off tonight.”

“Or we could always skip the night,” Jeongin says in agreement with the eldest.

“Yeah,” Taehee agrees, “we can skip the night and write Seungmin’s name on the pad and hope the Mafia gets him.”

“I like the way you’re thinking,” Changbin agrees, tipping the ‘99s scale of rationality in favor of being mischievous rather than mature for tonight. Minho spots the disappointment etched on Chan’s face but tries not to let his conscience waver. Jisung could not stop applauding at how he regained the upper hand without much effort.

Saeyeon speaks up to draw attention back to the game, seeing as the others have started getting distracted, “I agree with Chan, though. We can skip the night since nothing’s happened yet. No one’s suspicious yet and since we don’t know what roles we play either, there’s not much to work with.”

“Unless the Mafia makes a move, anyway,” Felix backs her up and the others nod in agreement.

“Right. So let’s drag this game out as long as we can. It’s not everyday we get to play real-time Mafia,” Minho says and it concludes tonight’s meeting.

Like earlier, you and Jisung are the last to exit the building. The others have gone ahead to the main street.

“So their element of ‘realistic’ is playing the game in real time?” Jisung asks, kicking an empty tin can lying on the walkway back to a pile of trash bags.

“Most probably,” you answer, just as unsure with what to expect from the game as Jisung was.

“What happens when people are voted out or killed by the Mafia?”

You eye someone in the crew. Something in the back of your mind tells you that unlike the rest of the players, the Mafia was told of their role, making the game a monopoly. But it was way too early to speculate anything, so you only shrug at Jisung’s question before you go separate ways.

ii. night two.

With the game on-going, you thought you might as well live together. At school the next day, you’ve talked of nothing but the possible Mafia. Only this time, it was a lot harder to figure out with the Mafia not knowing who they were themselves. Lunch was filled with baseless accusations thrown from one person to another that would end in fits of laughter. You had long stopped trying to mediate the quarrels of the ‘00 boys, knowing well there was no point in doing so when they’d get back to bickering in no time.

As much as you tried to dismiss the game throughout the day, your mind wouldn’t stop bugging you—paying attention to any possible move the Mafia could make. You’d thought of every person in the crew as a potential one, but no one acted any different than they would on other days. But you couldn’t help keep a watchful eye. Even more so now that you were all together for more hours than the usual.

Not only were you together for lunch but you spent after school together too—eating an early dinner at a local barbecue before heading to the warehouse after sundown. This time, you walked with the other girls, letting the boys fall behind them.

“Any guesses on who the Mafia may be? I have one, but I’m not quite sure yet,” you inquired to the two girls on either side of you.

“I really think it’s Seungmin,” Taehee answers with a serious look on her face, made clear by the single lightbulb as you passed the front of the warehouse.

Saeyeon elbows her side, “Is that why you wanted to eliminate him first thing yesterday?”

“‘Dunno, actually. Just instinct,” the other girl says, tapping her temple with a finger before wrenching the warehouse door open.

“I don’t think Seungmin is the Mafia this time, but I think it’s one of the boys too,” you say before slipping into the warehouse after the two of them.

Like the night before, the warehouse was dimly lit, with only the light over the table left on. None of the staff were around this time, but the equipment set up around made it feel like they were. Cameras at the corner posts followed you as you crossed the room, focusing at the center table as everyone took their respective places. The speakers were silent until you were all settled in.

“Good evening, players,” the same voice as yesterday booms through the speakers, hushing all of your conversations in an instant. “On the first night, both Mafias have written the same name.”

“Probably Seungmin’s,” you heard Felix mumble beneath his breath.

Jisung eyes Seungmin, “But he’s still here.”

“However,” the voice continued, “the Doctor has also written the same name, therefore saving that person’s life from the two Mafias.”

The room is a mix of astonished expressions and poker faces. You were one of the latter, seeing it as a predictable outcome of yesterday’s meeting.

“The Police, on the other hand, have uncovered a Mafia and a Citizen. With that, your one hour begins now. Good luck.”

“So, there are two Mafias?” Jeongin stated, arms crossed on top of each other on the round table.

Changbin straightened his stance, “Just like the usual, I tell you.”

“I think it’s safe to assume that both Mafias wrote Seungmin’s name down,” Hyunjin announced, “along with the doctor.”

“Mafia, ‘Eliminate Seungmin’ challenge: failed,” Jisung says, snapping his fingers in disappointment. Seungmin sticks his tongue out at Jisung childishly before smiling to himself, having survived the first night of the game.

Chan taps the microphone before him, pressing the button by the stand before proceeding to speak into it, “Are we allowed to ask who didn’t write Seungmin’s name without getting disqualified?” Shortly after, a ‘No’ comes through the speakers. “Alright then. If you didn’t write ‘Minnie’s name, there’s a possibility you may be one of the Police.”

“You seem so worked up on this, Chan,” Minho asked, eyeing the eldest almost skeptically. “You didn’t write Seungmin’s name did you?”

The overhead light powers down for a split second before gleaming in a bright red color that coats everyone in a scarlet filter, “I think I can’t answer that.”

“Are you assuming that you might be one of the Police?” you asked, shifting your gaze from the table to the eldest across you.

“Maybe,” Chan answered, “The possibility is there since the Mafias wrote Seungmin down. I’m giving Seungmin the benefit of the doubt that he may not be the Mafia, because why would anyone write their own name down in a game that’s unsure as this? Also, Seungmin can’t be both the Mafia and the Citizen at the same time. And those who haven’t written his name, could be one of the Police themselves.”

“And if the Mafias targets you next?” Taehee asks, a brow raised at the man sitting beside her.

“I’m assuming the Mafias don’t know they’re the Mafia yet, so I’d like not to think about it.”

Jeongin tinkers with the microphone on top of his side of the table, something he usually did when he was deep in thought, “The possibility of Seungmin being a Mafia is still there though. If one of the Police wrote his name down, we still aren’t sure whether he was the Citizen or the Mafia.”

Seungmin frowns but it makes him think too. This time, he isn’t thinking of himself as entirely innocent with the situation at hand. Come to think of it, above everyone in the room, the possibility of him being a Mafia was higher than everybody else.

“What if Seungmin’s the Mafia and he wrote himself?” Felix suggested, narrowing his eyes on Seungmin jokingly.

Hyunjin did the same, “Sus.”

“This is impossible,” Changbin leaned back on his seat in exasperation, “The first people to figure out their roles are the Mafias themselves. And if these two are smart enough they could vote out two people every night and win immediately.”

“If the Police are smart enough, they could figure out that they’re the Police themselves too,” Saeyeon answered, tapping a pen on the table to a rhythm to keep herself from overthinking the game too much.

Minutes of debating possibilities only made everyone even more confused than you initially were. Suspicions towards other people in the group have arised and have been shut down—both on baseless accounts because they could only draw so many conclusions with the information revealed earlier.

“Okay,” Minho raised his voice enough to shut everyone’s arguing. “Fine, since you all don’t want to skip votes tonight. But I am telling you, we don’t have enough evidence to prove anything right or wrong at this point.”

“So when are we going to start guessing for potential Mafias, smartass?” you rebutted. “When there are 5 players left?”

The room falls silent as the tension grows more intense with every second you spent on the argument.

“This game is harder than we think, remember that. And as Jeongin said, the Mafias would be the first to figure out who they are. If they realize it, it’s over and they win,” Saeyeon said, trying to keep her sassy tone at bay despite the bottled up frustration built up by the exchanges from early on.

“And what do we say to that?” Chan asked, voice stern and laced with annoyance.

“Mafias never win.” Everyone says in unison. It’s something you’ve proved time and time again with every game you all played together.. Every time, the Mafia would only come close to winning and every time, they never succeed.

“Then that settles it. Who’s the most suspicious among us?” Felix inquires.

Taehee points from across the room, “Seungmin, duh. The possibility of him being the Mafia is slightly larger than everyone else’s.”

“Or I could be a Citizen,” Seungmin answered, trying his best to defend himself. “You’ve been picking on me since yesterday, it’s unfair.” This time, he’s at the receiving end of the mocking tongue out.

“Deserve,” Jisung remarked, earning a few snickers from those close to him.

“Alright,” Chan held his thumb up, taking it upon himself to be the moderator of the game. “We’ll vote out Seungmin in 3, 2, 1.”

Though not everyone’s thumb is facing down, the majority of them are, resulting to Seungmin’s eviction from the game. And no one is more glad to see the man leave than Han Jisung who, for the first time in a while, isn’t the first to be eliminated from the game.

“Seungmin out the building!” Jisung teased as the other boy walked past him on the way out. He flinches when Seungmin comes back, arm-raised and ready to hit him. But Seungmin doesn’t push through with the playful hit and instead finds his way out. He turns back one last time, pouting at everyone who just bid him farewell.

When the warehouse door shuts close again everyone turns their attention back to the center table.

“God, it’s the first time I haven’t been eliminated early. I don’t know how to play beyond this,” Jisung says, slumping down on the chair he was sitting on.

Changbin clicked his tongue, “Yeah, we should’ve voted you out instead.”

“2 Mafias remain. Your one hour is nearly over. Please cast your votes now and leave the premises immediately. Good night, players. ”

The voice goes as quickly as it came, stopping everyone in mid-conversation.

“What?” Hyunjin asks confusedly.

“Told you so,” Minho says to you before kicking himself off his seat and heading toward the main exit. You don’t bother acknowledging him.

You all slowly file out of the building watching the remaining light shut off as Chan shuts the warehouse door behind everyone. He lets everyone walk ahead but Taehee stays behind to wait for him.

“A penny for your thoughts?” she asks, catching the faint outline of Chan’s furrowed brows in the dark.

Chan sighs, “Maybe I was right that he was the citizen.”

“Or maybe he was the Doctor and wrote himself down to save himself.”

“That’s possible too. But he wasn’t the Mafia, unlike what someone kept on insisting earlier.”

Taehee halts and turns to look behind her. There, the dimpled boy stood still in the middle of the dark alleyway—hands tucked in his pockets, catching the girl’s irritated glare with a nonchalant expression.

“Okay.”

“I’m kidding!” Chan catches up to her, draping his arm over her shoulder before giving her a squeeze as they made their way out the alleyway.

The others wait for them by the main street. Chan does a headcount of everyone right as they met on the sidewalk, only to notice that someone was still missing.

He looks around, “Where’s Seungmin?”

The purple-haired boy was nowhere to be seen.

iii. night three.

Jeongin could only shrug when his call was once again left unanswered. He shoves his phone back into his back pocket before staring up at the house before them. Saeyeon figured it would be rude to just barge into the Kim's residence without giving them a heads up. But with their calls left on voicemail and their friend disappearing without a trace the night before, the pair didn’t have much of a choice.

Jeongin climbs up the fence of the residence to open the gate up for Saeyeon who waited by the entrance. Unlike most days when they’d pass by, the house was awfully silent and completely devoid of any ruckus that would normally be present. They walk up to the front porch. Their footsteps would have alerted anyone in the house by now but there’s still nothing but silence. Jeongin reaches out to knock on the wooden door. When it’s still left unanswered, he turns the door knob slowly only for it to click locked.

“They might’ve left for a trip again or something,” Jeongin concluded.

“Without notice?”

“Don’t they do that all the time to visit his older sister?”

They don’t, Saeyeon thought but at the time, they couldn’t conjure any other logical explanation behind Seungmin’s sudden disappearance. They get back on the road and continue walking to their high school instead.

Today, the walk is quiet. And though Jeongin attempted to make small talk, their conversation would fall back into dead ends. He figured they were both bothered by the same thought but no one dares to speak about it further. As much as Saeyeon used to wish that Seungmin would just vanish for once because he wouldn’t stop cracking jokes all the way to the school, in the silence she finds herself missing his antics. Jeongin wasn’t any different, just quietly sipping on his tetra pack with eyes glinting at every interesting thing that passes them by, but not bothering to say a word.

“Only the two of you?” Changbin says almost bitterly when they run into each other by the school entrance.

“Yeah, just us,” Saeyeon answers, lips pursing into a smile when she catches Changbin’s eye.

“Weird,” the boy says, “but maybe he’ll show up at lunch?”

He doesn’t and that’s the first time in a while that not all eleven of them showed up at the school gym. Unlike the other day where they were boisterously accusing one another, today they were quiet enough that a pin drop could be heard throughout the entire gymnasium. A bento box prepared by Felix sat in Seungmin’s place on the empty bleacher chair where he usually sat and no one dared to take it away. Saeyeon notices the expectant gazes they all would cast at the gym’s entrance throughout the whole hour.

But the break passes and they take their leave and Seungmin was still a no show.

“I’ll call you after class and we’ll go to the warehouse together, okay?” Jeongin says and Saeyeon only nods in response. “Ya, don’t think about it too much. I’m sure Seungmin is fine. Maybe it’s just a part of the game like Hyunjin said. See you later?” Jeongin ruffled her hair before leaving her at the gym’s front steps.

Later never comes.

It was getting late and it was nearly sundown, which meant they needed to meet at the warehouse soon. Saeyeon checks the time, he should’ve been done by now. The campus was nearly empty with only a few students passing by every now and then—all of which making their way to the exit.

“Just you, this time?” Changbin asks when she sees her sitting alone by the waiting area.

Saeyeon turned to the direction of the voice. The invoice playing through her phone speaker was still telling her that the number she dialled was unattended. She gives up on trying to call, smiling back sadly at the guy before her.

“Jeongin stood you up?” the boy asked.

“I think so,” she answered, trying to hide the disappointment in her tone.

Changbin sighs, “I haven’t seen Chan or the others the whole afternoon either. This Wednesday’s been kind of weird.” There’s a small pause before he continued, “Let’s get something to eat and head to the warehouse together? Sounds good?”

Saeyeon’s eyes glint at the suggestion, staring up at Changbin who was already munching on something, “But you’re already eating.”

“But you aren’t,” he answered, grabbing the girl’s outstretched hand that was pointing at the sandwich he was eating. “Let’s go.”

Surely, they’ve been around each other for the past few years because they were in the same friend group but there was still a tinge of awkwardness whenever they were left alone together. There had always been clear, but unspoken, divisions within the group and the awkward silence between them at the moment was living evidence of it.

“Thank you,” Saeyeon whispers, bowing her head slightly before proceeding to eat.

Thankfully, the whole meal isn’t spent in silence. Somewhere along the way, Changbin started talking about his suspicions. He pinpoints faults in their friends’ actions, noticing how some of them were more unnerved than others after Seungmin’s disappearance. Some of these, Saeyeon looked over earlier. As the sun sets slowly at the west and the sky starts to darken overhead, they set out and head for the warehouse.

The 00s are gathered outside of the perimeter fence, listening closely to whatever Hyunjin had to say—probably another theory as to who the Mafia might be. The others make space for the duo that had just arrived; an odd pairing, they think, but they let them off with only a few teases.

“Jeongin isn’t with you today?” Felix asks Saeyeon. To which she only shook her head. “Then I guess he’s with the 99s?”

But the 99s arrive and Jeongin isn’t there either. Taehee had a phone pressed up against her ear while Minho kept his eyes trained on the ground. Seconds pass and the girl shakes her head, tapping her phone a few times before pressing it to her ear again impatiently. Chan wasn’t with them too and it’s what makes everyone more baffled. Changbin specifically.

“Where have you been?” He asks, standing faster than the others when he sees the pair come into the alleyway, looking both pissed and worn out.

“No, where have you been?” Minho raised his voice back, “We’ve been looking all over for Chan. Bastard isn’t answering any of our calls.”

Saeyeon takes her place beside Changbin, eyeing the duo as they stopped at the front of the warehouse. “Jeongin isn’t answering his phone either. I thought he was out with you.” The pair shake their heads, the aura of the group shifting with their mood.

“Now that’s just fucking weird,” Felix says upon overhearing the conversation.

“No kidding,” you added, a hint of worry in your tone.

Everybody turns when the warehouse door is pried open by a staff member. “Everyone’s already here,” the staff says in a statement-like manner rather than a question. “You may proceed inside.”

“No, we’re still missing 3 people.” Hyunjin said, doing the headcount in Chan’s place as the tallest person around. “2 if we aren’t including Seungmin anymore.”

The staff member only turns to the group’s direction, whispering the word precisely before disappearing into the warehouse.

Today, the chairs around the table are a lot more spaced out. When everybody files in and fills every seat available, they finally notice the number of seats have been reduced. Not only by one, but by three. The same greeting comes through the speakers but there weren’t any conversations to hush this time around.

“On the second night, both Bang Chan and Yang Jeongin were killed off by the Mafias. The Doctor, unfortunately, saved the life of an unharmed citizen. The Police have uncovered a fellow Officer and a Citizen. With that, your one hour begins now. Good luck.”

“If you wrote either Chan or Jeongin, you’re a Mafia. Confirmed,” Hyunjin announced once the voice stopped speaking.

Saeyeon tried finding the blinking cameras around the warehouse, “So if the Mafias wrote two different names, two people are eliminated from the game?”

“I think so,” you answered.

“It’s really realistic, isn’t it?” Changbin spoke, breaking the silence at the 99s part of the table. “We can’t contact them at all when they’re out of the game.”

“I think that’ll go on for the rest of the game,” Minho adds.

“What if,” Felix says in a deeper tone, “it isn’t only for the duration of the game, but they’re actually killed for real?”

Hyunjin eyed him, “You’re scaring yourself, idiot.”

“Hey, goosebumps,” Jisung commented, rubbing his arms, “What if that’s what’s happening?”

You turned to the wide-eyed boy beside you, “You’ve got to be kidding me right now?”

A metal chair rattles when Taehee pushes herself up to get to the microphone in front of her. “Where do the eliminated slash voted out people disappear off to?” she said into the mic, but she gets nothing but static feedback. “Nothing?”

“Got any texts from Chan?” you asked her.

The girl only shook her head, “The minute he replies, I’m breaking up with him.”

“Can’t break up with him if you aren’t even together,” Jisung answered from across the room, earning a glare from the girl to which he just dismisses with two raised fingers as a white flag. “How about you,” he turned to Saeyeon, “heard anything from Jeongin yet?” Again, the response is the same.

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes on the speakers, “What if the Mafias already know each other and they’re discussing who to get rid of next?”

Changbin let out a frustrated groan. “I can’t stand this. I feel like we’re losing to the Mafias. That’s never supposed to happen.”

“I still think the Police are pointless because they don’t even know they’re the Police,” Minho commented, “don’t know which person’s role is which, and don’t even know each other.”

“For real though,” Hyunjin cut the other off, “I think the Mafias know they’re Mafias by now,” Hyunjin continued, voicing out the hunch he’d been keeping to himself. Watchful eyes turned to him and he tried to pinpoint which among them seemed more nervous than the rest but he couldn’t.

“Why?” Saeyeon asked.

“Because the people going missing match the people they’re writing. By tomorrow, they’ll be sure as to who they are. The day Seungmin was voted was confusing, today’s results could seem like a coincidence, but by tomorrow they’ll be entirely sure.”

You leaned your head back, struggling to process the information handed to you, “It’s so complicated it’s making my head ache.”

“Blame it on Minho for dragging us into this,” Jisung said.

“You all agreed to it?” Minho countered defensively.

Changbin looked at him from two chairs away, “And when we find out that you set us up and you’re one of the Mafia?”

Minho stared back confusedly, “Why me?”

“You’re usually quiet,” Hyunjin says.

“I always am.”

“Exactly, but you’re so noisy today.” Felix backed them up. A few glares are exchanged among them but an argument doesn’t ensue.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, “On the other hand, someone else had been a lot more quiet today than on most days,” he adds to his hunch. It was a bold move to be daring enough to be vocal of suspicions especially when the Mafia had the upper hand.

The room fell silent.

“Who?” you asked curiously.

“They know who they are,” Hyunjin answered. “If I’m eliminated tomorrow then my hunch is right.”

“Then tell us who it is then?” Minho asked, impatience evident in his tone.

The other boy shook his head, “I can’t.”

“You don’t know anything, do you?” Saeyeon asks, glaring at the blonde from where she sat.

All eyes trained on Hyunjin, everyone’s at the edge of their seats. For a second, it seemed as if the Mafias were on the brink of being uncovered. But Hyunjin’s serious face falters and he breaks into fits of laughter.

Felix groaned, “I hate you.”

“God, I miss Chan already,” Changbin says to the 99s beside him. “Stop me, I want to strangle someone.”

“You know neither of us would stop you, right? Go ahead,” Taehee answered, pointing her hand at Hyunjin’s general direction.

They pass the hour with senseless conversations, no longer bothering to figure out who the Mafias are because they’re still left with dead ends. It was hard to be in their group. Everyone was competitive when it came to the game, maybe it was the reason why the Mafias were so hard to pinpoint. Maybe the others were right, maybe the Mafias already knew who they were. Or maybe they didn’t.

“So who are we eliminating this time?” Jisung asks everyone after they were warned that they had 5 minutes left for the meeting.

“I think I’ll pass,” you say, slumping into your seat, frowning at another unproductive meeting—the thought of losing to the Mafia weighing on you. “This is stressing me out.”

“Are we trying to drag this out as long as we can?” Minho asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Felix turned to him with furrowed brows, “Why do you enjoy dragging this game out? It’s tiring.”

“Yeah, Minho?” Jisung narrowed his eyes, “Why?”

Minho only stares back at them, a smirk still playing at the corner of his lips but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he’s the first to stand and cast his vote at the booth.

“Sus,” Hyunjin whispered after discussing his suspicions with Jisung by the booth.

“Sus indeed.” Jisung repeats before he heads inside the booth to cast his vote.

There, he sees that his hand is still shaking and he tried his best to keep it still as he wrote a name down. He wishes the blonde didn’t notice.

iv. night four.

Nothing changes in the world beyond the game, which was off considering there were three vacant seats in the back row during Homeroom and nobody seemed to notice. There were no missing case files for Seungmin, even when it’s been over 24 hours since he disappeared. Chan’s and Jeongin’s apartment were yet to be checked but there was little to no hope they’d be there too.

No one seemed to care about their disappearances. Nobody except the people within your circle anyway.

Jisung tore his eyes away from the window and scanned the back row. The 3 vacant seats rendered the classroom silent. Besides their adviser discussing graduation matters up front, it was all silent. The usual white noise of hushed chitchats from the back was missing.

He watched as everyone moved in a calculated manner, startled by the smallest things and seemingly on edge throughout the entire period. Everyone observed one another with sharp eyes, as if they didn’t trust anyone else in the group but themselves. Or maybe it’s how it seemed to him.

You and the girls didn’t join them for lunch today and it ticked Jisung off. He never liked the idea of change and he despised it even more now with three of his friends vanishing in a span of two days and the thinning trust towards you had with one another. Though he tried to convince himself that it was all a part of the game, something in the back of his mind told him it wasn’t.

Above else, he thought it was all his fault.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin asked when the boy stopped in the middle of the hallway. Jisung only looked back at him apologetically before turning on his heel and heading to the other direction—away from the gym and hopefully, away from everything. He was thankful the boys didn't bother following him.

He stumbled into the quadrangle but even the open space wasn’t relieving to him anymore unlike it used to. Being outside the campus wasn’t any different either. The suffocating feeling, it’s just there, like someone had a hand wrapped around his neck throughout the entire day.

He didn’t return to school in the afternoon.

Instead, he headed downtown to the place that could possibly silence all his thoughts and convince himself that he had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t me, it was just a coincidence, he told himself but he found it so hard to believe. Not with the weight of his conscience and the piling evidence on his shoulder. The apartment was his last hope.

He punched the four digits that made up the door’s code. It beeps open but the apartment isn’t empty when he enters.

Two heads turn as soon as he walked in. “Jisung’s here,” Saeyeon says once she catches sight of the boy.

You find his eyes staring back at you and as if on cue, you put back the disk you were holding and walk over. “Didn’t think you’d follow us here but here you are.”

“I didn’t,” Jisung whispered, “I just wanted to check—”

Jisung doesn’t get to finish his sentence. “If Chan and Jeongin are really gone?” Taehee asked, walking into the central room of the apartment after rummaging through Chan’s room. “They are. But everything else is here.”

Jisung nodded at the confirmation, right as the last of his hope fizzled into nothing.

You noticed the blank look on the boy’s face, which was unusual considering he always had a positive outlook on things. Today, he looked numb and lifeless. “Hey, what’s bothering you?” you asked, grabbing Jisung’s arm when he attempted to turn and leave. “You want to go somewhere?”

The boy only mustered a nod in response. You turned back to the girls, mumbling a quick goodbye before leading Jisung out of the apartment. The hallway was empty when you exited the room but you waited until you’re in the elevator before you started talking.

“What really brought you here, Jisung?” you asked, less concerned and more inquisitive—suspicious.

Jisung frowned, feeling the distrust through your tone, “As I said I just wanted to check if they were really gone. I didn’t believe Jeongin when he said Seungmin was gone without a trace. Now he’s gone too.”

You turned to face him, “Why are you beating yourself up about it?”

He sighed, “Because I was excited for this and now my friends are going missing one by one. When everything turns back to normal, I think I don’t even want to play this game again.”

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes instead of the elevator floor. He blinked, eyes glossy and threatening to spill tears at any given moment. “If anyone should be beating themselves up for this, it should be Minho and not you. This was a collective decision. We all basically signed up for this and got exactly what we asked for.” Then, you slowly drew back your hands, “But I think you have something else in mind.”

Jisung stared at your retreating hands and then at the expression on your face.

“Perhaps,” you whispered, right as the elevator dings to let you know you’ve reached the ground floor, “you’re thinking you’re the Mafia?”

The sky darkened outside as seen from the window of Chan’s apartment. After a homemade dinner they managed to make out of the contents of Chan’s cupboards, all four of them headed to the warehouse together and found the others already waiting for them by the entrance. Changbin stood by the warehouse door, counting the members as they walked past him. He made it to 6 when he realized that yet another one had gone missing.

“You’re the last one?” Changbin asked and Jisung only nodded apologetically. “That means 7 left. This game’s going fast.”

For the first time since the game started, the center table has been replaced today. It was less wide compared to the previous one and resembled a dining table. Only 7 chairs remained today. The warehouse seemed more spacious with the narrowed table and Jisung couldn’t help but wonder what the place looked like when it was illuminated in the morning. Because at night it felt haunted and it sends a chill up his spine.

“Greetings, players,” the speakers blared. “It has come to our attention that the Mafia have killed off two players last night. First person to be eliminated is Hwang Hyunjin. However, the second person is safe. The second player, who also happened to be the game’s Doctor, saved themselves.”

“Now that Doctor is just amazing. First, they save Seungmin and now they save themselves from the Mafia?” Felix said with his jaw still left hanging from the announcement.

“On the other hand,” the voice continued, “one Police wrote their fellow Police and the other investigated a Citizen. Your one hour begins now.”

Minho crossed his arms over his chest, “Why would someone write themselves down?”

“To find out what role they’re playing perhaps?” Changbin answered. “If they wrote themselves and nothing happened, they’re just a Citizen. If it’s announced that a Police was discovered, or a Doctor healed themselves then it’s immediately them. Or, at least, the possibility is there. What a clever strategy.”

“And if you’re a Mafia?” Taehee asked.

“Then you end up killing yourself.”

“Isn’t it creepy though?” Felix uttered, straightening himself before leaning against the table. “How Hyunjin just said, I mean I’m not sure if he really was just kidding or not, that he knew something about the Mafia and then disappeared the next day. I think he really knew something and the Mafia or Mafias,” he emphasized, “silenced him.”

Saeyeon pursed her lips, “Sounds like real life to me.”

“We got so much more than we asked for with this game,” you commented. “It’s amazing.”

“Yeah,” Taehee agreed, “so much more stress.”

Jisung played with his fingers before raising his hand up, “Question. Who among us already voted for themselves?”

Surprisingly, the overhead light doesn’t turn red at the question and two other hands are raised in reply to his query—Saeyeon’s and yours.

Taehee raised an eyebrow, “Great. Now, I feel dumb for not thinking of the same strategy.”

“So, one Mafia wrote Hyunjin and the other wrote either of these two,” Minho said, pointing at the two girls adjacent to him. “Who among you wrote their name last night?” But before anyone could answer, the light flickered red, “Well shit, we can’t ask that. Whoever you are, you’re the doctor.”

Saeyeon scooted over and asked into the microphone, “May we ask what the remaining roles are? Like how many Police are left?” But the answer to her question never comes.

“We can always take our chances and vote one person out and find out how many Mafias remain,” Changbin suggested.

“We can’t risk it,” Taehee countered, “There’s 7 of us left.”

You tapped your fingers on the table, “If we make a mistake and eliminate someone who isn’t a Mafia, the Mafias finish the game in 2 days time. I’m sure they already know who they are by now.” Your eyes wandered to a person in the room but your gaze doesn’t linger, careful to not get caught.

“What if this whole thing is a prank and the Mafias have already been eliminated and they’re just playing games with us?” Felix asked, pointing at the cameras. The idea made some of the people in the room chuckle and shake their heads while the others were unamused.

A frail silence fills the room shortly, right before Jisung speaks again. “We,” he stuttered, “we aren’t eliminating anyone tonight?”

Everyone exchanges skeptical gazes—each look lacking genuinity. They all have narrowed eyes at one another, untrusting and watchful. “God,” Taehee groaned, “I can’t even trust anyone anymore.”

The staring contest is broken when Changbin spoke, “I have a feeling one of the Mafias is certain as to who he is. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Hyunjin said that someone’s more quiet than usual.”

“Who?” Saeyeon asked.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice how quiet he has been lately?” Changbin answered, forefinger pointing at the person directly across him—Jisung.

The room fell silent at the first real accusation of the game. It was something they always anticipated whenever they played. Knowing something and being vocal about it made you more susceptible to the Mafia. It was a risky move, knowing well that if they weren’t right, the Mafia could target them next for being capable of putting two and two together.

But he was Seo Changbin, the most observant of the eleven and it wasn’t the first time he was bold at exposing who the Mafia was.

“What if we eliminate Jisung?” Taehee suggested, finally seeing the Mafia flags in Jisung’s movements when Changbin mentioned it. Her hunch is further solidified when Jisung flinches instead of answering back like he normally does.

“He doesn’t seem like a Mafia.” The voice comes from you and they all turn to look at you, brows raised in disbelief.

Minho shook his head, “Wow, I’m having flashbacks.”

Taehee sat on the edge of her seat, “Remember that time you saw him vent while we played Among Us and you still didn’t tell us shit?”

The seriousness of the atmosphere shatters when you’re reminded of the memory. A laugh bubbles from Jisung’s lips which causes everyone else to erupt in laughter, leaving you with red-stained cheeks and resurfaced embarrassment.

Changbin is the last to stop laughing, “Love really is blind.”

You faltered when you first tried to speak again, a laugh escaping your mouth and sending everyone into a second wave of laughter. You thought it was the first time you had heard them laugh genuinely in the past few days. “The evidence,” you finally managed to say without giggling, “isn’t enough though.”

Minho raises both his arms in exasperation. “Okay, so now, you’re saying that?”

Wasting no more time, Taehee presses down on the microphone too hard when she finally says, “We wish to vote out Han Jisung.”

Jisung sighed, “You all pick on me too much.”

“It’s for our own safety,” Felix answered, hand-outstretched and ready to cast his vote.

Saeyeon took it upon herself to lead the votation, “Vote out Jisung in 3, 2, 1.”

And by the Mafia Lord’s grace, the votes are split exactly in two. The 99’s all had their thumbs down, while Saeyeon, Lia and Felix didn’t.

“Han Jisung is safe,” a voice announced through the speakers and Jisung shot out of his seat in triumph.

“The fuck, you two?” Minho asked, eyes-wide and furious.

“______ was right,” Saeyeon dismissed, “evidence isn’t enough.”

“And if Changbin’s gone tomorrow?” Taehee asked.

Changbin narrowed his eyes, remembering that you and Saeyeon—who both voted for Jisung’s stay—have all skipped lunch and arrived together with the suspected Mafia at the warehouse today.

The three others only shrugged. Han Jisung smirked, glaring at the 99s before he says, “I won’t let you forget this.”

v. night five.

The uncertainty of being the Mafia follows him into his dreams.

He was sitting on the bleachers opposite to the group. All ten people across him were smiling, something he hasn’t seen them do for a while now. Someone had cracked a joke that left everyone holding back their laughter. For the first few moments, it was as if they didn't notice he was there at all until Seungmin turned in his direction. The mop of purple hair smiled and he couldn’t help but do the same. The boy raised a hand and waved him to come over.

He nodded, getting up on his feet before hopping his way down the bleachers. He nearly misses a step when he hears a voice speak—loud and clear in his mind, “Who did you write down?”

He froze on his tracks. The next time he glimpsed at the group in front of him, there were only six people left. The group’s laughter had died down into hushed whispers and their faces were devoid of the emotions they had earlier. All six people were hunched over together but were never really present. Their eyes stared at empty spaces in the gymnasium and their minds seemed to wander further.

The voice asked the same question again, the same way it did before.

He shifts his view and he finds that he was no longer at the school gym. Instead, he’s back at the alleyway leading up to the warehouse. The owner of the voice catches up—his blonde hair being the only thing visible in the darkness of the alleyway. For the third time that night, Hyunjin repeats the same question.

The other boy doesn’t say anything. In fact, he couldn’t say anything at all. Not when he felt the tingle of the metal bracelet against his wrist. Not when he saw someone in the back, pressing their forefinger over the lips of their Vendetta mask. Not when the name he’d written was the name of the boy who asked him the question. Not when the same boy disappeared the next day, the same way the other people he wrote down did.

Jisung woke up with a start. He could still hear Hyunjin’s voice in his head, asking him the same question over and over again. His heart thumps rapidly in his ribcage and his breathing was heavy. He shakes his head, willing himself to calm down. He recalls the conversation he had with you the day before.

“Perhaps, you’re thinking you’re the Mafia?”

For a moment, Jisung freezes right as the elevator opens. The bracelet on his wrist warms as he grows nervous. The both of you are forced into the busy lobby of the apartment complex. Everyone else seemed to mind their own business but Jisung couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that someone was still watching you. He eyes a recently vacated couch and leads the way there. Your eyes automatically scanned the surroundings, like how you’ve accustomed to whenever they started talking about the game.

Jisung sighs but right as he was about to reply, you opened your mouth to speak, “I’m here to tell you that you aren’t. Or at least that’s what I think.”

From the corner of your eye, you see Jisung turn in your direction. For a moment, you hesitate looking back at him but you end up doing so anyway. In his eyes, you could see the fear he hadn’t been doing such a good job in hiding. His eyes were glossy with tears threatening to slip but they don’t. Then he blinked and his eyes seemed more confused now than the former.

“Look,” you started, “I know this is hard to understand but I think I know what role I’m playing in the game and if I’m right, then you aren’t the Mafia.”

Jisung raised a brow, “What makes you so sure?”

You eyed a familiar stranger from the lobby’s window and Jisung’s gaze followed. The man was walking on the opposite side of the road, looking over his shoulder every now and then as if he was being followed. Then, he disappeared into the alleyway.

When the man was completely out of sight, you finally spoke. “The Mafias never show themselves that easily.” The sound that left Jisung’s lips is the first genuine chuckle he’d had today. “Seriously, Jisung, 9 times out of 10 the Mafia is usually someone we don’t suspect at all.”

“And what if this is the one time that the Mafia’s actually someone you already suspected?” Jisung countered.

“Then we’re fucked,” you answered, a light laugh leaving your lips. “But what a good last game that would be? The Mafias winning and all that.”

You both fall silent as you think of the possibility. It wasn’t far from becoming reality with all of you falling on dead ends with your suspicions and the Mafias having no slip-ups in this game so far. While you thought of your possible reaction when you finally find out who the Mafias are, Jisung’s mind wandered over to different things.

“If you don’t trust yourself, write a random name tonight. If they’re still around by tomorrow night,” you say in a comforting manner, patting Jisung’s knee in a steady pace before standing up, “then you’re not one of the Mafia. I’m hoping that would ease you at least. You’ve been looking worried all day.”

“And if they disappear?” Jisung asked, following behind you as you walked back to the elevator.

“I have some hope that they won’t.”

“What happens if—”

The question died on his lips as he felt the metal bracelet heat up against his wrist again. He bites his tongue, holding back the scream threatening to leave his lips due to the searing pain. He felt his fingertips dig deep into his balled fists as the burn is engraved on his wrist. As he calms down, the metal bracelet cools.

“Are you alright? You seem pale,” you asked from inside the elevator, holding the doors open as you patiently waited for Jisung to come in. “I’m serious, you aren’t the Mafia. The game can’t be that easy.”

Little do you know that being the Mafia isn’t the worst of Jisung’s worries.

It was the knowledge of being aware that there was something else beyond the game of finding Mafias and building suspicions on each other. It was the lack of assurance that their friends were truly okay when all evidence (or the lack of it) seemed to point that they weren’t. It was the crippling anxiety of other people seemingly knowing what he was thinking—evident in the burn on his wrist and further cultivated by the memory of the girl in the Vendetta mask seemingly telling him to keep his mouth shut.

He knew there was something off with the game. He was just hoping that someone else besides him had noticed.

Felix notices an oddity in the way everyone else around them moved.

He’s unsure where the suspicion started. Sure, he wasn’t as observant as Changbin was, but he didn’t need to be that smart to notice that some things changed ever since the game started. It wasn’t something he intentionally wondered about, he just felt that something was off. While everyone was busy trying to figure out who was who in the game, he was busy trying to put a finger on what felt different.

“I still don’t get how they still haven’t noticed anything at all.”

His voice came in the form of a whisper to the group. Everyone else had nodded in agreement as they walked down the cemented paths of the campus leading up to the exit. The 00s, along with Saeyeon, had after-school club meetings together on Friday afternoons. Today, as they left the room, they remember that they lacked two people which should’ve been, at the very least, noticeable in the 20-member club.

“Hey,” Saeyeon waved at a fellow member who passed by, “have you seen Hyunjin?”

The other girl took a second to think, “No, I haven’t seen him today. Isn’t he supposed to be with you?” Saeyeon only shook her head before turning her attention back to the group.

“I think if you looked at it from another person’s perspective, it seems normal that they’re absent,” Jisung says to which you only nod in agreement.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” Felix says as he catches the eyes of a few juniors that seemed to wander in their direction.

It’s in that moment that he figured that maybe it was the other way around. Maybe it wasn’t the others who didn’t notice anything, maybe it was their group. He notices that the people around them moved in an eerily robotic manner that would pass off as natural if you didn’t look hard enough—the same way people outside of the main characters of a dream would act. It only adds into his list of speculations about the game. Where the voted off members go. Why the metal bracelet wrapped around his wrist burned his skin whenever he was thinking of the game from an outsider’s perspective. Why he felt like their group were holograms in the real world—present, but not entirely there either.

Something in the back of his mind tells him that there was so much more to this game than figuring out who the Mafias were and he figures it’s about time he told the others about it.

They skip dinner today, considering they were already a little late because of their club meeting and sundown would be in minutes. They take a shortcut on their way there, making it in half the time than it normally did. And when they arrive, only two people are waiting for them.

Minho’s eyes scan the four people when they emerge from the alleyway. Felix does the same and he falls quiet upon realizing that there should’ve been one more person around.

“Taehee, this time?” you asked as you filed into the warehouse.

Changbin sighs before he speaks, “Went to the bathroom and never came back.”

“At least the Mafia didn’t eliminate two right?” Jisung says to Felix but the latter doesn’t reply.

The table had been changed once again. The room’s centerpiece stood in strong contrast to its dim surroundings. The white marble thing shined elegantly beneath the only light source in the room and imprinted in its center was an empty chessboard with a few misplaced pieces. Nobody takes an interest in it, thinking the thing might have just been another prop the staff must’ve put to set the vibe.

Tonight’s announcement passes like it normally does and their one hour of deliberation begins. Suspicions are laid out on the table again but Felix is barely listening. He was up all night the previous night—not used to the silence of the apartment he shared with Hyunjin. Maybe it really was all a part of the game and he wanted to praise the game organizers for doing a great job for making the whole thing convincing.

But the camera resting on Hyunjin’s bed told him otherwise. He knew that Hyunjin wouldn’t go anywhere without it. But there weren’t any signs of forced entry in their apartment. Almost as if Hyunjin had just vanished in midair.

For the entire day, he’d been trying to open up the topic to everyone but the searing pain emanating from the metal band on his wrist made his words fall dead on his lips. But he was desperate to know what really happens to those who got killed off or eliminated; knowing well that if he spent another night in that empty apartment that he’d be haunted with the same thoughts again. He needed answers and he needed them now.

Even just by thinking about it, the metal bracelet starts to heat up on his wrist. “God, every time I get the urge to tell you guys anything this bracelet starts making me feel jittery,” Felix complained in frustration.

All heads turn in his direction and the previous conversation is abruptly halted. Their eyes then wander to the metal bands on each of their wrists.

“Yeah, the bracelets. I still wonder what they’re for,” you wondered as you lifted your arm to feel the weight of the metal band.

Felix opens his mouth to say something—feeling the band burn against his skin, growing hotter with every passing second.

“Don’t,” Jisung whispered subtly beside him. Felix turned to him but the other boy just looked back as if he hadn’t said a word—completely unaware of the other pair of eyes staring in their direction.

“Why?” Saeyeon asked, “What are you trying to tell us?”

Felix still had his gaze on Jisung. And though the latter seemed like his usual jolly self, his eyes were etched with worry. Confused, Felix turns his attention back to the center of the circle. The burning sensation on his wrist is still there but more tolerable now. “It’s the truth about the game.”

Minho groaned, he hated talking about it more than anything. “Here we go again.”

“No, listen,” Felix says as he tries to keep a straight face as he feels the metal band warm again.

“I’m telling you, Felix,” Minho says sternly, “this is nothing but a game and you’re taking this too seriously.”

“And I’m telling you that it isn’t. Have you ever looked at everyone else besides us long enough that they start seeming more like robots than humans? I only noticed that when the game started.”

While the others contemplated on Felix’ words, Minho wasn’t having any of it. “Who the hell stares at people long enough to notice that? You’re just being a fucking kill joy again.”

“It’s called being observant. I’ve been thinking about it. I know I joke a lot about it but we’re never really sure what’s happening to our friends. We just collectively decided that they’re just being kept hidden because that’s what makes the game realistic. Well, what if they aren’t safe? What if something bad happens to them whenever they’re voted out?” His voice is loud enough that it echoes off the walls of the warehouse. He ignores the way the bracelet had probably burned beyond his skin already. If he wasn’t going to speak up now, then when?

“Felix, calm down. I think you’re overthinking,” Changbin says from across him.

“Yeah, maybe. But with the others going missing without a trace? Right under our noses? Maybe I really should be overthinking. It’s baffling why nobody else is as worried as I am.”

“If you want to find out what’s happening to them so bad then get out.”

Felix turns in Minho’s direction, finding the other’s eyes locked on him with a tinge of annoyance that made the younger boy scream at how ignorant the other boy was being.

“Minho, stop that. He’s just telling us what he thinks,” you say in an equally annoyed tone.

“I know, but he’s just thinking too much over something so simple. This is just a fucking game. With the cameras they have around, I’m thinking they’re documenting all this to show the world how the first realistic game of Mafia went. I’m sure they have our friends. We signed up for this and we’re chickening out when things get realistic when that’s exactly what we wanted in the first place?”

The room falls silent at the exchange of opinions and everyone is left torn. A part of them believed that everything was just a part of the game but Felix’ words made them think twice about it.

After a few more moments in silence, Felix finally speaks, “Can a player quit without getting voted out?” he asks into the intercom and a ‘No’ comes through the speakers shortly after. “Fine. Vote me out then.”

“Felix,” Jisung says from beside him.

“No, I want to see what really happens just so I could prove him wrong. Go ahead, vote me out.”

“Vote out Felix,” Minho says, being the first to raise his thumb up while glaring at the younger boy. Others debate whether wasting a vote on someone who wasn’t even subject to being the Mafia was worth it. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”

When a unanimous decision is reached with only Jisung having his thumb down, Felix ups and heads out of the warehouse. Jisung rises from his seat, catching up to Felix before he gets the chance to leave.

“Why’d you do that?” Jisung grabbed Felix' arms right before he reached the exit. “We could’ve talked about what we both knew.”

“Not with these things burning our wrists.” Felix answers, raising his left arm where the band was frying the skin on his wrist.

Jisung purses his lips before he speaks. “Tell me what happens out there. Send me some sort of sign, anything if you can.”

“I don’t think they’ll let me, but I’ll try,” Felix says, taking Jisung’s hand off his arm before he shuts the warehouse door behind him.

“One Mafia remains.”

Everyone is stunned at the announcement; some jaws drop open while Minho just raises a brow at it.

“No way,” you say in disbelief. “There’s one left? Was the other one Felix?”

“He’d always been so good at playing Mafia. I didn’t even think that it could possibly be him,” Saeyeon commented.

“We can’t be sure though,” Changbin uttered skeptically. “When did we last get an update with the amount of Mafias around? The night Seungmin was voted out?”

“But the night Hyunjin was killed off by one Mafia, the other killed off the Doctor and didn’t succeed, so there were still two Mafias at the time,” you answered, narrowing the Mafia’s elimination day down to today only.

Minho shrugged, “Either Taehee or Felix then.”

“What if Taehee voted herself out after finding out you two voted yourselves?” Changbin says, pointing at you and Saeyeon.

“Yeah, she did mention that,” you agreed.

Saeyeon furrowed her brows, “Sounds like something she’d do on a normal day but not something she’d do as a Mafia. She would’ve known she was one of the Mafia by then.”

“What if Hyunjin was the other Mafia who voted the Doctor off and the remaining Mafia voted off Hyunjin?” Jisung asked.

“Possible,” Minho replied, “but you haven’t been voted off. If he was a Mafia, you would’ve been gone the first night.”

Jisung scoffed, “What if you’re the other Mafia and targeted him that night because you’re still pissed over him calling you when we played Mario Kart?”

“I’m not that shallow,” Minho says but Jisung doesn’t believe him and neither did anyone else in the room who was listening to their exchange.

A few moments pass before someone speaks again, “I think the Mafias knew they were Mafias but they didn’t know each other,” Changbin says tapping a pen on the table as the gears in his mind turned.

“Or maybe the remaining Mafia knew the other but wanted to win this thing solo,” Jisung concluded/

“You’re noisy again today. Feeling confident you aren’t the Mafia, Jisung?” Minho calls him out.

Jisung turns, feeling rather irritated with the constant pestering of the older boy. “Because I’m really not the Mafia.”

“The way you acted yesterday didn’t seem like it.”

“That was yesterday,” Jisung says in exasperation. Being defensive didn’t help his case at all. “Today is different.”

You clear your throat before another endless quarrel sparks between the two, “At this point, everyone has a fair chance of being the Mafia.”

“The Citizens are at an advantage though. There’s only one Mafia left,” Saeyeon points out, eyeing everyone in the room to see some sort of slip up but there’s none.

“Plot twist, even at that advantage, we lose and the Mafia wins,” Jisung says jokingly.

Minho leans back on his chair, arms tucked and eyeing everyone skeptically, “Mafias never win.”

“And in the case that they do, how do they even do it?” Saeyeon asks.

Changbin stops tapping the table, the entire warehouse falling silent before he speaks, “By putting the blame on someone else.”

The overhead light flashes red, signalling the end of their meeting for the day. A huge sense of relief fills them, knowing there’s only one more person to go. For the first time since the game started, things were looking up for them.

Or at least, that’s how it seemed.

“Your one hour is nearly over. Please cast your votes now and leave the premises immediately. Good night, players.”

When Felix is out of the warehouse, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Instead it just felt eerie, walking out of the dark alleyway alone for the first time. But then he reaches the sidewalk and he’s unsure why everyone had their eyes on him—seemingly hyper aware of his presence like the juniors in school were but this time, they don’t look away.

Felix soons discovers that maybe they weren’t looking at him but at whoever was behind him. He freezes, feeling something cold pressed up to the back of his head. He wonders why no one around him is reacting the way normal people would when they’d come across a scene like this.

That’s all he thinks about before everything goes dark and quiet.

vi. night six.

“Death of Seoul Mayor—Park Jaejin—marred with controversy.

SEOUL — Thousands continued to mourn the death of former Seoul Mayor Park Jaejin on Wednesday, but the somber mood was disrupted by controversy over his unquestioned death.

Park, who was serving his second term as mayor of the capital, was found dead at a prairie in Seoul early Saturday, However, no investigations regarding his death were made due to the assumption that his death was “self-inflicted”.

A conservative group filed for an injunction Tuesday against acting Mayor Seo In-yeop, who assumed office after Park’s death, in an attempt to stop the five-day funeral service. Seo In-yeop, first vice mayor for administrative affairs, will serve as mayor until an election is held next year.”

The first news about their friends’ disappearance is announced on the morning news the next day.

Saeyeon was eating breakfast when the news anchor laid out the details of the missing case files of all six students. She stills at the sight of her six friends smiling in what seemed to be their ID photos on the screen. There, she realizes that they’ve only been missing for a few days but things have changed so drastically that it felt like she hadn’t seen them for a long time. An interview of their homeroom adviser is aired in which she appears to be distressed over the disappearances but Saeyeon thought the woman cared more about her reputation than the disappearing students themselves.

When she finishes her meal, she heads out and starts her daily walk to school and like the past few days, she’s alone again.. She still hasn’t gotten used to the silence but she tells herself the game would be over soon and everything would be back to normal. Or at least she hoped it would.

But she walks into the campus and notices that everyone’s eyes lingered on her much longer than they normally would. And that’s when she knew that things have taken a turn for the worse. She tries to feign ignorance as she walks past a hallway full of people who’s loud chattering hushes into quiet whispers the minute they see her at the end of the corridor.

“Secret’s out,” a voice whispers from behind her and she flinches for a moment. “Where are the two boys you always came with?”

Saeyeon doesn’t bother to answer and walks past everyone. She couldn’t wait for lunch time. Being in a separate class from the rest of her friends, especially now that Jeongin was no longer around to accompany her was taking a toll on her. There was something with the way that everyone was staring that made her more conscious of her every move.

She couldn’t wait for lunch time, even if it meant that she needed to face whoever was responsible for everything that was happening. For now, she just had to pretend that the earphones plugged in her ear blared music until she reached her classroom at the end of the hallway.

Saeyeon didn’t know which she hated more: the lunch crowd when they were loud and rowdy or the lunch crowd masked in this eerie silence. It was the same as earlier—hushed whispers and judging gazes. However, faking ignorance was no longer an option when someone blocked her way before she managed to reach the stairwell.

“So, where are they?” The boy who’d blocked her way stares down at her with a brow-raised in anticipation. She looked up to him before taking a careful look around and seeing everyone watching them from where they stood.

She swallows the lump in her throat, “I don’t know either.”

A low chuckle leaves the boy’s mouth, “You can lie all you want. It’s impossible that you don’t know your own friends' whereabouts.”

“I’m telling you the truth,” Saeyeon replies honestly but it was clear that the other party didn’t want to believe in anything unless it was the answer he wanted to hear. “If I knew anything, they wouldn’t be reported missing.”

She stumbles back when the boy takes a step forward before bending to meet her eye. “Or maybe you know something,” he taunted, “and if you told anyone about it, one of your friends would come and get you next. Is that it?”

Before Saeyeon could come up with some kind of retort, a voice came from the platform below them.

“If I were you, I’d shut up.” They both turn their heads to the boy standing at the foot of the steps. For a moment, Changbin looks up to meet their glances before he walks up the stairs and past the boys blocking Saeyeon’s way. “Let’s go,” he says, reaching out for Saeyeon to take his hand.

But his hand is slapped away by the arrogant boy, “And what are you gonna do about it, shortcake?”

Saeyeon shakes her head, taking Changbin’s hand and attempting to steer him away from the fight that was threatening to start at any given moment. “Changbin, he’s not worth it,” she whispers but the reminder falls short when another remark is thrown in their direction.

“That’s right, freak. Walk away. I can’t believe this school would risk it’s reputation just to get the son of the mayor in.” Boisterous laughter echoes the hallway upon the mention. Saeyeon feels Changbin tense beside her, unsure if it was from anger or from sheer embarrassment. He never liked it when anyone mentioned his background, even more so after the incident last July. “Seo Changbin-ah, mind telling us where Park Jaejin went too?”

Saeyeon turns to them, “We all know that was a suicide.”

“No, that’s what his father’s minions said. Can’t believe that fucker would kill just to get a higher position. Don’t you think Changbin’s following his own dad’s tracks?”

Slipping out of Saeyeon’s grasp, Changbin’s mind goes blank.

Changbin watches as the nurse’s eyes glances momentarily at his school ID laid on the table and back to the computer screen. She inputs a few more things before she finally returns the card. She says a few more remarks about picking fights and injuries that Changbin didn’t like listening to. Then, she finally dismissed him.

The hallways were, once again, devoid of people. The emptiness was much more comforting as opposed to earlier. If there was anything he hated in the world, it was being watched and that was what everyone was doing throughout the entire morning. It made him glad that he was being sent home. But he catches sight of a familiar mop of curly brown hair sitting on a bench by the quadrangle outside of the school clinic and he feels the obligation to approach.

“Lunch is over, you need to get going,” Changbin says when he’s right in front of the girl.

Saeyeon looks up from her phone, wide-eyed and unexpecting. It takes her a moment to fully internalize that it was—finally, after nearly an hour of waiting—Changbin standing before her. She shakes her head, “I don’t want to. Let me see it.”

She reaches to grab Changbin’s hand but the boy flinches upon contact and hides his hand deep in his hoodie’s pocket. “It’s just a bruised knuckle, I’ll be fine. Besides, I was sent home.”

“So, you’re leaving?” Saeyeon says as she rises off the bench, “Can I come with you?”

“Saeyeon, no,” Changbin shakes his head.

But she doesn’t listen. Instead she stands in front of him to block his way, which was ironic considering it was the exact same thing the arrogant guy did to get Changbin in trouble. “But I don’t trust anyone else in the game anymore. Besides you, anyway. And I’m thinking about what’s happening to our friends. And the way people won’t stop staring at us as if it’s really our fault even if it isn’t. Well, I think it isn’t. But I’m not entirely sure either. Do you think it’s—”

All of Saeyeon’s rambles fall silent when she feels a pair of arms wrap around her, enclosing her in a hug—something she desperately needed since the day started but never got the chance to ask for as she was unsure of who to ask it from too. But here she was, wrapped in Changbin’s embrace—feeling the first inkling of peace in a long while. And for a moment, she felt safe and she felt her thoughts slowly dwindle into nothing with every passing second.

A chuckle leaves Changbin’s lips, “You’re overthinking again. There’s a chance that they’re fine,” he says reassuringly, tracing circles on the girl’s back in an attempt to comfort her. “Little, as of today, but the possibility is always there. And we’ll figure it out once the game’s over.”

“If we’re both still here when the game’s over,” Saeyeon answers, breaking away from the boy’s embrace before flashing him a half-hearted smile.

The boy smiles, “We will be. Trust me. Get going already, you’re running late.”

He ruffled her hair, like he always does, before watching the girl trace her steps back to the building. Once she was out of sight, he eyes his knuckle—unsure how someone could put so much trust in himself when he isn’t even sure if he trusts himself.

“No one got eliminated?” Jisung’s eyes widen as he sees Changbin walk into the alleyway at sundown.

The rest were already up and ready to enter right as the boy approached. They all file into the warehouse when he’s finally with the rest of them. There’s a tinge of distrust in the air, evident in the way everyone’s oddly spaced out from each other today compared to most days.

“Funny how no one vanishes after the world finds out about it. It’s like they’re setting us up,” Changbin comments, pulling the warehouse door open before slipping in.

“You know what, the sooner we finish the game, the sooner they’ll be back and the sooner our names will be cleared. Now move, let’s get this over with,” you say impatiently, waiting for the rest to file in before you shut the door behind you.

The table in the middle of the room was the smallest it had been since the game started. The round thing seemed more like a fun-sized casino table now. The chessboard on the center table remained, only this time a bronze circle circumferenced it. The circle was divided into five with each division directly in line with one of the five chairs around the table.

A signature pad rested on each of the five divisions along with the special pen it came with which was used to scribble on the matte surface. In the middle of the chessboard sat a compass whose hand would occasionally steer from side to side, illuminating whichever division it pointed to.

“Good evening, players. On the previous night, a citizen was targeted by the Mafia. Thankfully, the doctor was there to save them. Congratulations on making it into the Last 5. Since the number of players have been narrowed down, we have also shortened your time of deliberation from 1 hour to 30 minutes. 10 minutes before the time is consumed, you will be asked to input the name of the person you wish to eliminate on the pad before you.

“From now on, we will no longer be allowing skips. Lastly, the booth is no longer available but the same mechanic applies. In the last 5 minutes of the meeting, you are obligated to write another name on the pad and determine that person’s fate for the remainder of the game—of course, depending on your role. Good luck and have fun, players!”

There’s a mixture of reactions from the remaining players; half were thinking the citizen would’ve been better off dead so they’d be able to at least narrow down the list of suspected Mafias while the other half thought they were thankful they had extra manpower to solve the case.

“Was Saeyeon the only one who got those stares from everyone?” Jisung asks and when he sees everyone else shake their heads he continues, “No? I guess we all had a rough day then.”

“Mafia, whoever the fuck you are, step up. Imagine how tired we all are. They’re looking at us like we’re fugitives and we’re officially prime suspects of our own friends’ disappearances. We can’t have that now, can we?” The exhaustion in Saeyeon’s voice is evident as she spoke.

A muffled whisper from Minho is overheard by Changbin, resulting in the latter to get off his seat in disbelief. “What do you mean by simulation?! Are you kidding me? Minho, our friends have been reported missing on national news. Why the fuck do you still think this is a simulation?”

“Lee Minho,” Saeyeon’s voice calls out from directly across Minho and he turns his head away from Changbin to stare at her. “What’s the real reason you want this game to keep going?”

The boy takes a second to reply. “As I said, just to make the most out of it.”

“Now, with our friends officially recorded missing, do you still want to make the most out of this game?” Saeyeon asks, a brow raised at the boy who only stared back blankly—he doesn’t reply. “Thought so. Then what’s stopping you from admitting you’re the Mafia?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of Minho’s lips, “The fact that I’m not the Mafia.”

“You’re shaking,” Jisung points out.

“I’m not.”

“You are,” Changbin raises his voice, catching everyone else’s attention. “Why didn’t you have the slightest doubt when our friends were disappearing? Why did you just shrug it off like you were sure they were alright?”

Minho stands up from his seat, the metal thing clattering behind him, “I still think that they might be alright.”

“Who the fuck would file a missing case report if they were fine?” Saeyeon asks, a hand raised in exasperation at the man.

Changbin looks up to meet his glare, “Why were you so sure? Is it because the organizers, whoever the fuck they are, told you what happened to our friends when they got removed because you are the Mafia?”

“They didn’t tell me anything because I have never talked to any of them. Why are you so insistent in putting the blame on me?!” Minho shouts back furiously.

“I saw you that day.” The voice calls from across the table. Your whisper was a head turner. Now, everyone had their eyes on you. “The day Hyunjin disappeared? What were you doing at that alleyway across the apartment complex Chan lived in?”

Jisung’s eyes widened upon realizing that the man they’d been looking at that day had been Minho all along.

“We were at Chan’s to check out if he really was gone and Jisung and I saw Minho from where we were sitting in the lobby. What were you doing there?” you asked again and the boy in question could only stare back at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“That same alleyway leads back here,” Changbin whispers, “to the warehouse.”

The entire warehouse falls silent at the revelation. Everyone had the same look of disbelief plastered on their faces. They’ve never had evidence this strong since the start of the game, or it had always been there from the start, on the day he showed them the flyer, and they were just too oblivious to notice anything. They’ve mistaken Minho’s enthusiasm to keep the game going as his own skeptic, arrogant behavior and assumed his unusual disappearances from class were due to his own mischievous ways. They all think it was stupid that they never bothered thinking outside the box and never questioned what role he might possibly be playing in the game. But that was everyone’s mistake. They’re all glad they figured it out before it was too late.

“You’re the Mafia aren’t you?” Changbin asked, staring at the older boy’s eyes

Minho mumbles something beneath his breath but says nothing else, pulls his chair back and sits quietly. The last few minutes are spent in silence. No one dared to speak until they heard the 10-minute mark announcement blare through the speakers. The signature pad’s light flickers open shortly after. Once they’re all through with the votation, the overhead light dims.

The needle inside the compass starts spinning, lighting up each division on the table as it goes. Everyone waits in anticipation for it to slow down, even when everyone’s sure where it would end up pointing. A minute passes and the needle finally drifts into Minho’s direction before finally stopping.

“Lee Minho has been eliminated from the game.”

From where Saeyeon was, she could see the way Minho clenched his jaw before acknowledging the announcement.

“Minho,” Jisung calls out to him but the former doesn’t bother replying. Instead he wordlessly stands up and heads for the warehouse exit.

Instead of feeling relieved that the Mafia had been caught, Saeyeon felt her heart sink at the sight of Minho walking out the door. After the heated argument earlier, she doubted if the boy would even want to hang out with them in the next few days. She couldn’t help but think that the game brought them further apart than closer. It was the last thought that crossed her mind as Minho shut the door behind him, leaving them in the silence of the empty warehouse.

“Noticed something?” Changbin asked, pushing himself up and off the chair and taking his bag with him. “No announcement.”

You nodded, “Right, they usually announce something when a Mafia remains.”

“So, that’s it?” Saeyeon asks as she follows the others on their way out the warehouse. “The game’s over?”

“That was anticlimactic.” Jisung commented, “But maybe there’s an award waiting for us outside?”

Jisung had barely touched the warehouse door when an alarm went off, startling everyone. Red blaring lights illuminate the empty warehouse and it only falls silent again once they’re all far away from the door.

Through the speakers mounted on the wall, a voice says, “Please write a name before you leave.”

vii. night seven.

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you that night.

There’s an uncertainty settling in the back of you mind telling you that the game wasn’t really over yet. Half of your mind is betting on the possibility that the organizers are only prolonging the game even when there were no Mafias left behind, yet a part of you still thought one Mafia was still around due to the lack of an announcement both in confirming if a Mafia did remain or didn’t.

But you had to wait until tomorrow morning to find out which among your hunches was right.

You drifted in and out of sleep endlessly throughout the night and finally settled in your awakened state when the sun started to rise. Nothing’s changed when you arrived at school that morning. At the gate of your campus stood the other three people in the game—your own friends that felt more like strangers than people you spent your years in high school with. Once you reached them, you headed in together.

Everyone side-eyed the group as you all walked by but you couldn’t care less of their judgmental stares anymore. All you wanted was to get the game over and done with. Even if it meant saying things that hurt to admit out loud.

You only snap back to reality when you hear the faucet running. “You keep spacing out lately, _____? Is something bothering you?” Saeyeon asks, rubbing her hands together beneath the running water.

You just shake your head, turning around and disappearing into a cubicle—like you initially planned to. You admit you’ve been an airhead the past few days, probably due to the lack of sleep from overthinking the game through. Or maybe it was because Jisung hasn’t spoken a word to you since the night you defended him from their friends’ accusations.

Which you thought, finally—after thinking it through the past two days—might have been a wrong move.

If you looked at it now, Jisung seemed less suspicious now compared to a few days ago. The boy has gone from being the most boisterous one in the group, to the least and then somewhere in between throughout the past week and something about the sudden shifting throws you off. From your perspective, he started seeming more controlled.

Or maybe he’d just become a lot better in pretending he wasn’t the Mafia. Or maybe he wasn’t even the Mafia at all. You weren’t so sure anymore.

You sighed once you finished your business, “It’s just I think I know who the Mafia is. God, I just hate having to admit this out loud.”

You were left unanswered but you figured Saeyeon just didn’t know how to react.

“Saeyeon?” you called out again.

You pushed the cubicle door open and stepped out. The comfort room is empty and you feel your heart drop to your stomach, standing frozen in the middle of the tiled room. It was still too early for anything to happen but things always came when you least expect it.

The faucet was still running, yet there was no trace of Saeyeon anywhere.

You met the boys outside of the gym at lunch time and filled them in with the details. Hearing your own words, you were finding your own testimony hard to believe. But you swear you were telling them the truth to the best of your ability but the look on the boys’ faces made it clear that they doubted you. Changbin had his jaw clenched, unconsciously gritting his teeth in utter frustration while Jisung on the other hand seemed numb and apologetic—almost uncaring.

The pain-staking reality of your situation stills all of you and you feel chills run up your spine even when you were bathing beneath the brutal rays of the midday sun. You could tell by the look on each of their faces that each of their minds were churning in their own accord, solidifying each speculation with the laid out evidence before them. Your own thoughts start ringing in your mind—how could I let that happen, how did she disappear right under my nose.

You refuse to say another word, heaving a breath in before walking off in the opposite direction—unsure of what to think, what to believe in and who to trust.

You all arrived separately that night—keeping a respectful distance from one another even as you filed into the warehouse.

2 of the 5 chairs were removed, leaving 3 seats that were in line with the 3 divisions of the bronze table. Finally, the chessboard started making sense to you. At first sight, one would assume it was nothing but an unfinished game of chess. But if one were to take into context the game of Mafia they were playing, it would seem more like a miniature representation of the events that took place.

Eleven pieces were on the board—as opposed to the 32 pieces each game of chess should supposedly contain. The remaining pieces were nowhere to be seen. All pieces on the board were white save for two, a toppled queen and a king. Two knights were on either side of the king and alongside the fallen queen were 6 toppled pawns and a bishop.

“The Doctor has been eliminated from the game,” a voice says through the speakers and it’s the only words spoken for the first five minutes of the supposed deliberation.

You kept both of your elbows on the table, hands clasped together while you rested your face against it. Your eyes panned between the two boys before you. You could tell by the silence that you’re all having speculations with one another. Funny how the game was supposed to better your bond as friends but you don’t trust a single person in the room with you. Not anymore, at least.

“Han Jisung,” you called out and it’s the first time the boy laid his eyes on you since that night. His eyes are devoid of any light emotion—the glint of happiness in them was long gone. “How does it feel like playing the game this long?”

Jisung doesn’t answer the question. Instead he chuckles half-heartedly, letting only a twinge of emotion escape through his lips before reverting back to his emotionless state. Your heart sinks.

“How could I be so stupid?” Jisung mumbled beneath his breath, “You told me you knew what role you played that night. Who else could figure out their roles on the fourth night besides the Mafia?”

It’s the look of doubt mixed with hurt and skepticism that pains you the most. It explains why he’d been acting off lately. He’d either excuse himself from a conversation that included you or ignored you altogether. At least now, you know the reason why.

When you didn’t react, Jisung continued, “And now you tell us Saeyeon disappeared without a trace? Really? How could she disappear without you even noticing?”

You sighed, this was something you feared would happen. You bit your tongue, regretting that you said anything in the first place. You thought things would have fared better had the boys only found out about Saeyeon’s disappearance when she doesn’t show up at the warehouse at sundown, rather than hearing it from you. Your attempt at being honest seemed more like you were digging your own grave.

“As I said earlier, I was in the cubicle and couldn’t see anything outside. And I promise you that I’m telling the truth,” But the look on the boys’ faces made it clear that they didn’t believe a word you said.

Changbin cleared his throat, “It’s your word against the circumstances, ______,”

You leaned back on your chair, feeling no need to stay in the game any longer, “Fine, vote me out and let the Mafia win, I don’t care anymore. Either way, whether I’m the Mafia or not, the game ends and we’re all done with this.”

You don’t argue any further, feeling too exhausted and drained from the past week to even defend herself. Why would you bother, anyway? There was no point explaining if their ears were deaf to whatever you had to say. You were all tired and the game would still end regardless of who they voted off.

Besides, you knew to yourself that you weren’t the Mafia.

So, who is it?

Your mind starts to wander and you let it, reviewing the events of the past week in your mind and paying heed to every detail you might’ve missed out. You recall how the game started, how every speculation of yours blossomed from the little actions of your friends that seemed out of the ordinary. You’d always been a hidden wildcard even when your friends always accused you of being biased whenever it came to Jisung. You always picked up the details that seemed to go unnoticed—like the instance you caught Minho at that alleyway when Jisung didn’t.

This game was a bit different. You’d peered off your rose-colored glasses for this one and strived at being a more competitive player this round. Maybe that’s how you noticed Jisung was off right off the bat. You noticed his eyes scanned your group of friends every time you’d gather outside the warehouse before the meetings at sundown—as if frantically checking if the person he’d written down made it or not. And it happened everyday leading up to today. And you thought the only reason Jisung was turning on you now was to keep his own identity as Mafia covered.

However, what baffles you the most is how Changbin was just seemingly playing along with whoever the majority suspected as the Mafia like he wasn’t the first person to make an accusation. On most Mafia games, he’d target a suspicious person and stick to accusing them until they eventually get voted off. But he wasn’t doing that now, almost as if he’d been feigning ignorance just to let the Mafia win on purpose.

Unless...

It’s not Changbin now, is it?

Funny how a single change in perspective made everything finally make sense. Your eyes pan to the boy to your right. Seo Changbin sat there with furrowed brows and pursed lips. He was everyone’s first bet at being the reliable one whenever you played a game of Mafia. The first to always crack the case, the first to point a finger, the one who always figured it out.

No wonder they’d all been thrown off the Mafia’s trail right from the start. Maybe it was because the Mafia threw them off himself.

Finally, you understood the importance of planting an idea inside a person’s mind. It was manipulation in the most subtle way and Changbin was maximizing his use of it throughout the entire game. He was a clever one and you were sure that Jisung’s actions the first few days didn’t escape his eye. Maybe that’s why he chose the latter as the person to cover his tracks—throwing the first accusation at Jisung and subconsciously tricking everyone else into seeing what he wanted everyone else to see. He is the Mafia, it isn’t me.

Anyone else could be the Mafia but it isn’t him.

His trick worked; no one bothered speculating him. Maybe because everyone viewed him as some kind of hero, being the first person to seemingly steer the game into the Citizen’s favor. Or that was what everyone thought.

Minutes pass and an announcement comes through the speakers, signalling the 10-minute mark before the deliberation ends. The lights from the signature pad before you flicker brightly and you pick up the pen to write your vote.

A conversation from a few days ago replayed in the back of your mind.

“Mafias never win,” you recalled what Minho said—feeling a tad bit guilty for securing his elimination from the night before. You should’ve known.

Saeyeon shuffled on her seat before sitting erectly then asking, “And in the case that they do, how do they even do it?”

At the other side of the room, Changbin stops tapping the table with his pen before speaking, “By putting the blame on someone else.”

And that’s exactly what Changbin was doing all this time. Everyone else had just been too oblivious to notice.

viii. endgame.

endgame. the part of the game where the King should come out and fight (with fewer pieces left on the board); the ending phase of chess.

“__________ has been eliminated from the game.”

The announcement echoes in Changbin’s head in a never ending loop. Etched along with it was the look on your face right as you exited the warehouse, seeming as if you finally caught on to what he had been doing all this time but figured it out a little too late.

To say he was proud of himself for technically winning the game would be an understatement. But the feeling of proudness doesn’t come at all. Instead, he feels a wave of exhaustion after being on edge for hours on end in the past 7 days. A gentle reminder surfaces in his mind and tells him that there was no way in hell he was playing a damn Mafia game again.

“Did we win?” Jisung asked with his eyes wide in anticipation. The boy looks around for any sort of indication that they’d won the game but there was nothing but the emptiness of the warehouse around them.

Guilt settled in Changbin’s chest and he wills himself to look away from the enthusiastic boy, giving him nothing but a shrug in reply.

Another announcement comes through the speakers, this time telling them they still needed to write a name down unto the signature pad. Jisung could only oblige, despite no longer feeling the need to do so. On the other hand, Changbin knew it was the last thing he needed to do to win the game.

“Bracelet can’t heat up now when it’s obvious who I’m writing down,” Jisung says, chuckling as he finishes writing the other boy’s name down on the signature pad.

Changbin lets out a nervous laugh. He never knew what truly happened to the people he wrote down. They just disappeared. A funny thought crosses his mind, Jisung just vanishing right before his eyes. This game was all sorts of weird right from the start. The disappearing friends, the dangerous metal bracelets and the weird way everyone around them moved. He figured that he wouldn’t even be shocked anymore if Jisung disappeared in front of him.

When he finishes scribbling Jisung’s name, the compass starts spinning. Changbin stares at the chess pieces around it, finally taking notice that the only remaining pieces were a white knight and a black king. As a player himself, he was quick to catch on that the pieces represented the players in the Mafia game. It was his way of keeping track of which roles the remaining players played. Pawns were Citizens, the Bishop was the Doctor and the two Knights were the Police who both should’ve caught on by now.

The needle of the compass lands idly on Jisung and he stares at it with furrowed brows.

A voice comes out of nowhere, startling the daylights out of them both, “The Police have uncovered the Mafia.”

“We’re still playing?” The already confused look on Jisung’s face contorts into a further confused one.

Changbin couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, “Jisung, I’m the Mafia.”

The other boy’s eyes widened at the confession, jaw-dropping in disbelief. The expression on his face shifts a few more times, as if replaying the past week in his mind—trying to pinpoint any slip up the older boy possibly made that would arouse any sort of suspicion. There were none.

“No wonder you won,” Jisung says, nodding upon realizing.

He was about to say something else, another remark at how good Changbin was as a Mafia when he heard footsteps approach him from behind.

Jisung’s worst mistake was to turn around.

Changbin stares up at the masked woman who was walking up to Jisung but he never thought ill of it. He only assumed she’d escort Jisung outside. But she drew something from her belt and Changbin wasn’t sure what it was until he heard a click, right before a gunshot echoed across the room.

“Seo Changbin,”

Changbin heard a voice call out and he turned his head. The voice is faint, as if calling from the depths of his mind. Behind him, there’s nothing but the grey walls of the voting booth. When he turns his attention back to the front he sees himself sitting before the signature pad he needed to write on and the digital clock that told him the date.

The date was from 7 days ago—the Monday they started playing the game. He watched as the traces of Seungmin’s name slowly disappeared from the pad as the vote was taken in by the system.

“Can I leave now?” the other Changbin asks into empty air.

When his question is left unanswered he doesn’t bother waiting any longer and helps himself out. Changbin follows himself through the door. Unlike what he expected, he wasn’t met by the darkness of the warehouse. Instead, he’s met by the noisy hallway of their high school. Behind him, where the voting booth was supposed to be, was the men’s comfort room. The shift in environment leaves him disoriented.

From the corner of his eye, he sees himself pass by, following a girl into a classroom before shutting the door behind him. The girl pulls a chair from the back row and Changbin does the same, sitting opposite to her. Peeking through the window of the classroom, Changbin recognizes that the girl his past self was talking to was Taehee. For a moment the girl’s gaze lingers on him, as if she actually saw him standing outside. But it turned out she was only on the look out for anyone possibly following them.

“You’re one of the Mafia, aren’t you?” he hears himself say and the girl stills at the confrontation.

But even when she was fazed, Taehee shakes her head, “I don’t know.”

“But you think you are,” Changbin cuts her off, lowering his head in an attempt to meet the girl’s gaze. “I know you. You can’t stop worrying about Chan.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she raises a brow, “We’re in the same friend group.”

Changbin leans back on his seat, “In the same friend group or you wrote his name the other night and he actually ended up missing?”

Taehee’s eyes snap upward in an instant, eyebrows furrowed before retorting, “If this is your way of getting me to admit that I’m the Mafia, you’re stupid.” She leans forwards, hand pressed against the armchair of the seat she was sitting on to push herself up. Changbin raises a hand, attempting to stop her from standing.

“What if I tell you I’m the other Mafia and we can win this thing?” a playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips and Taehee’s face contorts further. “Imagine winning as Mafias. We’ve always planned this back in junior year.”

At first, the offer seems tempting. Remembering a memory in the past where they’ve been picked as Mafias of the game—the only time the Mafias came close to winning the game together. But Taehee is reminded of the absence of their friends again. “You’re fucked in the head. You do realize that our friends are going missing?”

“I’m sure they’re doing fine. It’s a realistic game of Mafia. They’re supposed to be gone.”

The girl rolls her eyes, “I know, I know. But I have a bad feeling about it.”

“You’re thinking too much,” Changbin replies, “They told us it’s just a game.”

“Easy for you to say,” Taehee says through gritted teeth, slapping Changbin’s hand away and standing from where she was sitting. “If Saeyeon disappears out of nowhere, how would you feel? No texts, no calls, nothing.” The tension in the room rises as she holds his gaze, her fists clenched beside her, “Win this game by yourself. I’m going to find Chan. For fuck’s sake, write my name tonight if you want to.”

Changbin watches the Taehee walk past his past self, heading straight for the door and slamming it behind her. His gaze follows her as she walks by and he notices his surroundings changed, taking him to a different hallway—one that overlooked the quadrangle where he seems himself hugging Saeyeon; the last concrete memory he had with the girl.

Of all the names he’d written down throughout the game, her’s was the hardest. He’d contemplated it the moment he watched her walk away that day. He thinks eliminating her now would be better than ending the game with the both of them being the last players and having her slowly realize the Mafia had been him the whole time.

And besides that, it made him momentarily think the game was real—it wasn’t or at least he tried to remember that it wasn’t. He clears his mind, recalling the memory of being sedated and hooked unto the dream machine—the warehouse and their circle of friends; all smiley yet nervous with what they were getting themselves into. Changbin remembers this was nothing but a simulation.

Just a simulation.

He’s unsure why no one else noticed how the weekdays looped when they were supposed to have a weekend two days ago. How their actions affected everyone else’s in a way that seemed like everything revolved around them. But he figures that not everyone was observant as he was.

It’s just a dream, he reminds himself. As bad as it gets, it isn’t real.

Or is it?

“Seo Changbin,” the voice calls again and this time, it comes clearer.

Changbin opens his eyes and comes face to face with a woman in a Vendetta mask. His body still felt numb and his back hurt from sitting erectly for so long. The woman moves, removing the needle buried into his arm with one swift move. He looks around him and finds himself in a warehouse—the same warehouse they held their meetings in. He tried to move but his body still felt heavy, feeling his head throb and his muscles aching.

“Congratulations on winning the game, Seo Changbin,” the woman with the mask says in a calm tone which didn’t make Changbin feel that his win was worth celebrating. “Remembering you were sedated, huh? That was a good strategy to stay sane.”

Changbin mumbles a thank you before he shifts on the seat, “How long were we out?”

“Just 10 hours,” the woman answers.

“7 days in the dream was just 10 hours in real time?” he asks before he sees the streaks of sunlight peering in through the cracks on the warehouse windows, indicating that it was morning. “You seem to be packing up. Going somewhere?”

“Game’s over. What do we need to stay for?” the woman asks this time around.

“I don’t know? Other people who want to try this game out.”

The woman sighs, “It was just a trial and obviously we failed.”

“Failed?” Changbin asks, an eyebrow perking up in confusion. “The game was ridiculously realistic. Even my friends thought it was real throughout the game. Right, everyone?” Changbin turns to look around and only then does he notice that none of his friends were awakened yet. “Shouldn’t they be awake?”

The woman stares at him through the mask, “Oh, Changbin. Don’t you remember what happens when you die in a dream?”

“You wake up,” he answers.

“On regular circumstances, you do,” the woman walks away from Changbin, heading to the boy nearest to him. She raises Jisung’s arm, removing the needle out his arm too harshly and letting his body fall on the table with a loud thud, “But when you’re heavily sedated, you don’t.”

All color drains from Changbin's face. It takes him a moment before he turns his head and takes a good look around. Around him, his friends were all positioned in different manners but they all shared a common denominator—they were all lifeless.

“An eye for an eye, kid. Send your father my regards,” Changbin’s eyes return back to the woman standing at the warehouse’s entrance. Only then does he realize why the voice of the woman sounded too familiar.

She removes the mask and Changbin catches the eerie similarity the girl shared with her father—the previous mayor whose death hasn’t been investigated any further due to the new administration seated.

“Your family messed with the wrong people, Changbin. I would start running if I were you,” she says shutting the warehouse door behind her—leaving Changbin in the dark with nothing but the thoughts inside his head and the corpses of his friends.

"Reporting live from Seoul, we are at the Ilkyeong Warehouse that has recently been turned into a crime scene. Earlier today, workers from a nearby construction site discovered ten bodies seated around a round table in the middle of the warehouse. These bodies were identified to be the ten missing students from Seoul School of Arts. Initial investigations believe that the group participated in the usage of the now-illegal PASIV or the Portable Automated Somnacin IntraVenous Device. This device, once attached with a powerful sedative, allows dream-sharing between two or more people. Made known in the 1900s and early 2000s, it has been banned for use due to the occurrence of similar tragedies where people have never woken up from their dreams after taking the heavy sedatives.

“Seo Changbin, son of current Seoul mayor, Seo Inyeop, who was said to be a part of the circle of friends, remains missing and is the prime suspect of the case. There are currently no clues as to where his whereabouts may be. Citizens are advised to keep watch and stay vigilant. On the screen are the numbers you can contact if you happen to have any information that could possibly aid the authorities in any way. Lee Sojeong, Seoul."

#kpopscape #kwritersworldnet #stayhavennet #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #jisung x reader #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids fics #skz fics #stayracha #toff.writes

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hyunjinisfluffy · 4 years

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Locked In (8)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x reader

Word count: 625

Genre: fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, high school au, a bit of angst

Two students have a weird relationship with each other and things only get worse when they get locked up in school.

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We've been at the ice cream shop for about an hour now and everything is going well. I spoke to everyone, trying not to really talk to Hyunjin. And it was working, except for that time when he said something funny and I laughed but he noticed so I covered it up with a cough.

"Oh sorry guys, but my mom is asking me to come home and babysit my sister. So I'm going to go." Jihee comments while standing up and gathering her stuff.

"Okay, bye Jihee see you tomorrow!" I answer back.

As everyone says goodbye I see Felix walking towards her.

"Do you live far away? If you want I can bring you here. It's raining now anyways." He shyly asks.

"Uhm sure." Jihee answers while a blush starts appearing on her face.

I smirk, seeing the two be so shy and cute. Together.

Ah how nice it must be having someone that likes you.

After the duo left. Changbin, Jeongin and Minho started getting ready to leave too. And soon everyone was getting ready to go home.

As I'm about to leave, I remember that Felix was my ride. I sigh and after saying goodbye to the rest of the boys, I made my way to the bus stop.

It wasn't so far away from the little shop but the rain was pouring by now and I was practically drenched. I sigh once again and start shivering, waiting for the bus to come and bring me home.

As I'm waiting, I see a car stop in front of me and the passenger's window was open so I was able to see who was inside. I was surprised when I saw Hyunjin looking directly at me.

I give him a questioning look. To which he answers

"Let me drive you home the bus isn't coming anytime soon."

"No thanks. I'm good." I answer back.

"Hm oh well your loss." He simply says as he starts his car and he leaves making sure to splash me with the water on the street.

Wet, I groan and start mumbling in anger. "I'm going to kill him. That asshole."

After a long time the bus comes and I get on.

Shivering due to the cold, I make my way to a seat in the middle of the bus. Next to me was a boy, around my age. Not going to lie he was very good looking.

"Hey." He says.

Oh. Did he notice me looking at him? I thought I was discreet. Hah who am I kidding. I'm never discreet.

"Oh uhm hi." I answer in a low voice almost like a whisper.

"My name is Na Jaemin. What's your name?"

Jaemin questions.

"Byun Soomi."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. I like your name too." I comment as I feel my cheeks burning.

What was that? Gosh soomi you're embarrassing yourself.

As we were riding the bus, we spoke a lot and got to know each other better. We had to stop because I had to get off, but we exchanged numbers which made me happy.

I learned that we don't go to the same school, but his is not far away from mine so we might be able to cross each other sometimes because he said that he sometimes sees people from my school entering and leaving the school.

I enter my home and go up to my room. I pass by my mirror and not really pay attention to my face. But I immediately stop and go back to it. I gasp.

"I look like a drowned rat! He probably thought I looked crazy." I sigh for the hundredth time today before washing up, and doing my homework before going to bed.

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ao3feed-ateez · 4 years

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by TheMaidCafe

You’ve lived with your four aunts in the woods for ten years now, but when members of the council of nine comes to your cabin everything changes.

Words: 3070, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Multi-Fandom, Mamamoo, NCT (Band), EXO (Band), SHINee, Stray Kids (Band), ASTRO (Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, f(x), ATEEZ (Band), K-pop

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Additional Tags: multifandom - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Pirates, Fairy Tale Elements, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Fae & Fairies, Knights - Freeform, Werewolves, Multiple Endings, EXO - Freeform, nct - Freeform, NCT Dream - Freeform, WayV - Freeform, ATEEZ (Band) Are Pirates, ATEEZ - Freeform, bts - Freeform, mamamoo - Freeform, SHINee - Freeform, Astro - Freeform, Wizards, Witches, Implied Sexual Content, Mild Sexual Content, Good and Evil, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Lost Love, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Vampires, Giants, Mentioned f(x) Ensemble, Tags Contain Spoilers, Princes & Princesses, Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Love, Slow Burn, Sad and Happy, Angst

#ateez #ao3feed #Kpop rpf

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ao3feed-binu · 4 years

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by TheMaidCafe

You’ve lived with your four aunts in the woods for ten years now, but when members of the council of nine comes to your cabin everything changes.

Words: 3070, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Multi-Fandom, Mamamoo, NCT (Band), EXO (Band), SHINee, Stray Kids (Band), ASTRO (Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, f(x), ATEEZ (Band), K-pop

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

#AO3 works tagged 'Lee Dongmin | Cha Eunwoo/Moon Bin'#binu #binwoo #astro #cha eunwoo #moonbin #ao3f

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lxdymoon0357 · 4 months

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I need to comfort Minho…and give him a hug…and and and…and I need to tell him he’s sosososososososo loved and he needs a huggggggh

(Same...mentions of reader being richer than wookyung, also yes inspired by Glacier in March! also drabble, so short... T^T and so shitty...I hate myself, anyways enjoy!!!)

Someone to love me...

Sighing...Minho sadly stood outside your house with you by his side, you huffing in annoyance from the heavy rain and storm which ruined your date night....

"...I'm so sorry darling....How can I make it up to you?" you say apologizing to him, you knew he often didn't get this free or if he did he didn't really like going out a lot, so he did a lot for this as it was a year anniversary as well...

"..No-no...you don't-don't need to make up to me, this is my fault.." he mumbled, his voice cracking in between as you sighed, you cupped his face and softly kissed his cheeks and wiped his glassy eyes threatening to leak tears "..I just...I planned a lot..and it's ruined...god...I'm sorry for crying..." he mumbled as she only cupped his cheeks and nuzzled your face into his neck,

"it's fine....It's not our fault, rain came today! We can still make it special!!" you say, trying to cheer him up which worked slightly as he smiled and nodded and you got your butler to prepare a car for you. You decided to go without a driver today, driving on your own as you didn't wanted to call up someone the next morning or something and drive anywhere ...

you both entered the house only to find Eunhoo ruined the house with Megumi cooing with him...Minho stared in horror while you were only fighting Eunhoo to get Megumi in your arms...you won!

"..MEGUMI NO!" Minho almost lost his soul as he picked up the kitty from the stove...Megumi apparently had no self preservation skills and was about to burn his paws on the stove because he just made TEA!

Almost dying as he pet the kitty softly, he walked out to the hall to join you and Eunhoo as you two gossiped and talked about everything. the moment you see Megumi, you get up and immediately coddle the kitten to death, being it's literal mother...

it seemed as though you loved Megumi than your own self, which you probably did cause you felt that the kitten could never do anything even when it peed on Minho in front of your eyes...and Megumi apparently knew you could never be mad at it so it dared to cause as much misfit as it could get away with...

as you started the movies and opened the many snacks and INSANELY expensive drinks you bought for Minho and Eunhoo saying "Oh, it was nothing, my sister was being a bitch so I guess this will give her a lesson, haha!!!" (the drinks are above 1000$....) the two were appalled and you forced them to drink it and finally they did...sighing, you cuddled between the two with Megumi somewhere nearby doing something...as you finished the movie and started another one, and another one and yet another...

Laying your head on Minho's lap while Eunhoo was already passed out from drinking too much and eating too much with Megumi also sleeping a top of him, it's butt on Eunhoo's face...

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chankai-ao3 · 4 years

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by xPoros

Hey! I'm opening writing commission slots. All the information and examples are on my Twitter Profile @Prominsik as well as under this post: https://twitter.com/Prominsik/status/1233137208485384192?s=20

Any inquiries preferably through Twitter DM! I will also answer your comments here if you are interested. Prices and rules listed below!

Words: 427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: EXO (Band), ATEEZ (Band), VICTON (Band), A.C.E (Beat Interactive Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, TWICE (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), SuperM (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), SHINee, SEVENTEEN (Band), ONEUS (Band), Monsta X (Band), MCND (Band), BLACKPINK (Band), GOT7, (여자)아이들 | (G)I-DLE, EVERGLOW (Band), NCT (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin | Kai/Park Chanyeol, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang/Song Mingi, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho/Jeong Yunho, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Han Seungwoo/Kang Seungsik, Kim Byeongkwan/Kim Sehyoon | Wow, Kim Byeongkwan/Park Junhee | Jun, Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Choi Soobin/Huening Kai, Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun, Kim Jongin | Kai/Lee Taemin, Hwang Hyunjin/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Choi Minho/Lee Taemin, Lee Jihoon | Woozi/Yoon Jeonghan, Song Mingi/Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo/Yeo Hwanwoong, Im Changkyun | I.M/Yoo Kihyun

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, PWP without Porn, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Enemy Lovers, Crossover, OT3, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Social Media, Furry, Incest, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst with a Bad Ending, Violence, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Warfare, Drama, Family Drama, Romance, Canon Compliant, alternative universe, reader - Freeform

#AO3 works tagged 'Kim Jongin | Kai/Park Chanyeol'#chankai #exo #chanyeol #kai #jongin #kaiyeol #ao3

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ifreakinglovewritingsomuch · 6 years

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REQUESTS

I will write One Shots, Drabbles, preferences/reactions, fake texts conversations/video, ships and series for following Fandoms/Characters/Stars.

KPOP

BTS: Kim Namjoon/ Min Yoongi/ Kim Seokjin/ Jung Hoseok/ Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung/ Park Jimin

EXO: Kim Min Seok/ Kim Jun Myun/ Zhang Yixing/ Byun Baek Hyun/ Kim Jong Dae/ Park Chan Yeol/ Do Kyung Soo/ Kim Jong In/ Oh Se Hun,

BIGBANG: Kwon Ji Yong/ Dong Yong Bae/ Choi Seung-hyun/ Kang Daesung/ Lee Seung Hyun

BLACKPINK: Jennie Kim/ Lalisa Manoban/ Kim Ji Soo/ Park Chae Young

KARD: Matthew Kim/ Kim TaeHyung/ Jeon SoMin/ Jeon JiWoo

GOT7: Im Jae Bum/ Mark Yi En Tuan/ Jackson Wang/ Park Jin Young/ Choi Young Jae/ BamBam/ Kim Yu Gyeom/

STRAY KIDS: Bang Chan/ Jang Jeongin/ Hwang Hyunjin/ Kim Seungmin/ Han Jisung/ Seo Changbin/ Lee Felix/ Kim Woojin/ Lee Minho/

OTHERS: Jay Park/ Wu Yifan/ Lu Han/ Huang Zitao/ Song Min-ho

MONSTA X/ SEVENTEEN/ RED VELVET/ DAY6/ THE ROSE/

TV SHOWS/ MOVIES

Supernatural: Dean Winchester/ Sam Winchester/ Castiel/ Lucifer/ Gabriel/ Balthazar/ Meg/ Charlie/ Kevin/ Michael(Johns vessel)/ John Winchester/ Crowley/ Henry Winchester

Doctor Who: 10th/ 11th/ Clara/ Master/ Captain Jack/

Sherlock BBC: Sherlock/ Moriarty/ John

Star Trek (2009): Kirk/ Bones/ Spock/ Scotty/ Zulu/ Chekov/ Jayla/ Khan

The Originals: Klaus/ Elijah/ Kol/ Rebecca/ Davina/ Macel/ Freya

The Vampire Diaries: Damon/ Stefan/ Enzo/ Bonnie/ Elena/ Alaric/ Kai

Marvel: Captain America/ Tony Stark/ Hawkeye/ Black Widow/ Scarlett Witch/ Peter/Pietro Maximoff/ Magneto(jung)/ Charles Xavier(jung)/ Loki/ Thor/Spiderman/ Harry Osborn/Sam Wilson/ Ant-man/

Riverdale: Archie/ Jughead/ Betty/ Cheryl/ Veronica/ Kevin/ Toni

Gotham: Bruce/ Selina/ Jerome

Arrow: Oliver Queen/ Thea/ Roy Harper/ Felicity Smoak

Star Wars: Han Solo/ Leia/ Jyn/ Cassian

Game of Thrones: Danerys/ Jon/ Rob

KDRAMA (actors): Lee Jong suk/ Ji Soo/ Seo In-guk

(I won't write for the ones that are crossed out, mainly because I am not up to date with the show/movie/fandom or because I feel like I don’t know enough about it right now. If u still want to request, I can try my best but not promise anything.)

I write about the actors and actresses as well.

I write:

>(male/female) character/star x (female/male/gender neutral) reader (If u don’t tell me specifically which gender I will probably write female.)

>any ships (as long it isn’t incest and no crossover ships)

>FLUFF

>smut (ähm…I will try my best, mostly gay smut...)

>angst (maybe not to extreme angst and I don’t like character death.)

>AU/Alternativ Universes (Anything you can think of)

>Crossovers (but no crossover ships)

How to request:

One Shot: Just tell me which character/star x which gender or ship and what should happen.

Drabble: Character/Star/Ship + Number (Drabble list)

Preferences/Reactions: Groupe/Show/Movie + what should happen (example: Exo reacting to their crush confessing their love for them…)

Fake Text Conversation: In form of a video or image. Character/Star/Ship and what it should be about.

Ships: How to request here!

Korean Famous Request Thingy: Read more here

________________________________________________________________

Thats it I guess if you have more questions feel free to aks me. :)

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fluffybunnybaekhyun · 7 years

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mAstErLisT

i will update it when i’ve written more!!

not

*note* i write for all members of the groups below named !! feel freee to request !!

alright so i have a code now determining whether its angst, fluff or smut so here we gOOOOO!!!

☀ = FLUFF

☁ = ANGST

☾ = SUGGESTIVE/SMUT

DATING!KPOP IDOL

dating choi minho(e) ☀

dating jung ho(e)seok - jung hoseok ☀

bf! chanyeol (photos) ☀

EXO

cheater! - park chanyeol ☀ ☁

grades - park chanyeol ☀

pronunciation - kim minseok ☀

surprises - byun baekhyun ☀

soft stan - park chanyeol ☀

rice - park chanyeol ☀

MONSTA X

sleep -wonho ☀

NCT

U/127

goodnight - lee taeyong ☀

boyfriend!taeyong buying you snacks - lee taeyong ☀

vroom vroom show - kim doyoung ☀

number one fan - wong yukhei

DREAM

jeno being a snake + fangirling over ‘we young' ☀

confessing to renjun in chinese + memes ☀

jeno is pressedt + a meme ☀

SEVENTEEN

pencil - jeon wonwoo ☀

insecurities - kim mingyu ☀

tall - kim mingyu ☀

lipgloss - kim mingyu ☀

boyfriend material - wen junhui

‘eat my d-’ - father! wen junhui

SHINee

dating! Minho - Choi Minho ☀

Bangtan Boys

dating! Hoseok - Jung Hoseok ☀

WANNA ONE

matchmaker! reader - hwang minhyun ☀

soft - kang daniel ☀

kissing booth! reader - kang daniel ☀

morrisons worker! kang daniel - kang daniel ☀

hi-touch! kang daniel - kang daniel ☀

potential boyfriend - kang daniel ☀

kinky! daniel - kang daniel ☾

ramen - kang daniel ☀

i latte you a lot - kang daniel ☀

hi touch! kang daniel REVAMPED -kang daniel ☀

B.A.P.

baby - bang yongguk

ATEEZ

fanfiction - jung wooyoung

fanfiction - choi san

NARUTO

madara & his short s/o

RANDOM

baek and minseok

searching?? ft pcy

disrespectful baek lol

another baek one lol

too.much.baekhyun.

SERIES

FOOD SERIES

ramen with kang daniel

rice with park chanyeol

-- last update 8/2/2020

23:28

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oh-beyond · 7 years

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No! Not Xiumin please! - Part 1 of 2

You worked for SM as a stylist for a long time, it was all good until the new band EXO debuted and you took care of their fashion, today you had to deal with Xiumin… alone!

Hints of smut, explicit language + 18 (smut next part)

Xiumin x Reader

Masterlist

Part 2 >

You’ve been there since SHINee debuted, the guys were very close to you especially Minho, you also witnessed of the whole Junmyeon drama not debuting with them, boys… drama-queens.

Being a stylist at SM was hard work, always needed to come up with ideas and inovance matching the theme of the songs and comebacks, working with SHINee was comfortable enough, but they told you that you will be helping with the new 12 member boyband EXO, you weren’t really looking forward to it, they said women were hard to please? Well trying pleasing guys was hell. ‘This makes me look fat, this makes me look feminine, this makes me look stupid, etc…'

‘Deal with it, it’s the theme’ was your famous quote.

But then Byun Baekhyun from EXO K… what a nightmare of a guy, impossible to deal with, you had to get used to him, and with with time you did, it was your job, and this was part of it. You were thankful enough not to be traveling with EXO M becuase you’ve heard of how whiny Tao and Jongdae could be, and whiny guys made you lose your cool, everybody knew you had 0% tolerance when it came to being whiny, basically who ever made your job hard would be put in the blacklist.

No serious encounters with EXO M until 2 years ago, that is when the 3 remaining members started doing the activities alongside EXO K, and that is when you finally had your proper encounter with Kim Minseok, the only guy you didn’t want to deal with.

You were very professional, all these years nothing really made you uncomfortable like he did, his eyes, with or without makeup they looked deep, sharp intense to look at, pitying whoever was his makeup artist, you were sure they oozed poison, not in a bad way, in the contrary, they were too charming to look at, you couldn’t stand being too close to him, and apparently it was showing and was too obvious because you tried dressing all the guys like you always did, but when it came to Minseok you just handed him his clothes and left him to deal with it by his own, not ever making eye contact, leaving Minseok puzzled looking at Jongdae wondering why this attitude towards him.

“What do you mean I will be CBX’s stylist? Like alone? Only me?”

“____ it’s only 3 guys, and the concept it’s very simple not extravagant at all, you can do a very good job here”

“Manager-nim, what about the rest of EXO? They need me more”

“It’s been decided”

“But I don’t feel comfortable”

“Nonsense, you’ve been doing Baekhyun’s styling since day 1, and Jongdae and Minseok are not hard to please”

“I am not comfortable with Kim Minseok, I don’t want to be near him, let alone be this close and… I don’t want to, please find someone else”

“We need you, this is the first subunit and I will not take a no for an answer”

You excused yourself while huffing and puffing, you cursed under your breath, what you didn’t expect was Jongdae and Minseok being right behind the door that of course wasn’t closed fully, you knew they heard everything you said, the worried look in Jongdae’s face and the probably pissed face in Minseok’s because you couldn’t just look at him in the eye.

“Noona, are you alright? We couldn’t just not hear it, you were too… loud” said Jongdae playfully.

You made a facepalm, you wanted the ground to swallow you right there.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“What didn’t you mean? Huh? Answer me! Look at me noona! What have I done to you?” asked Minseok upset.

“You haven’t done anything, I apologise for what you heard”

“Look at me noona! You’ve never looked at me in the eye, am I that revolting? I must of done something!”

“Hyung, it’s alright, it’s a misunderstanding right noona?” asked Jongdae trying to smooth the atmosphere.

“Actually!” you lifted your head and ‘oh god almighty’ Minseok asking if he was revolting? Your heart pumped so much blood that you immediately felt boiling inside of you “it is because of you Minseok-ssi, I don’t want to work with you” saying that and keeping a straight face was so difficult, and he knew, he just didn’t know in which way.

“Well tough luck noona, because tomorrow we are shooting the preview and I will request you to dress me, let’s go Jongdae-yah”

“But hyung weren’t you a bit harsh on her?”

“Me Jongdae-yah? Did you hear what she said? Besides who does she thinks she is? She’s not indispensable, there are tons of other stylists”

“Well hyung yes she is indispensable, she is the best, the best outfits are always hers, you know we need her for this, besides don’t take her behaviour wrong, I think she just can’t cope with you around her” said Jongdae with a smirk “you know… she’s under the Xiumin spell”

“What? No way man, what are you implying? You think she likes me?”

“No I’m not only impliying she likes you, she’s absolutely not coping with you around, hyung… she’s completely at your mercy, she can’t look at you straight”

“What can I say Jongdae-yah, she has a point doesn’t she?”

You didn’t know if he understood the real reason of you not coping having him close, but sure today the nice guy was gone and Minseok looked extra delicious, Xiumin was the master of eyefucking, and that was what he was doing right now, you were being eyefucked by him and you had no other choice but to receive his assault and act like it’s all perfectly fine while your knees wobbled and your panties got soaked.

You had prepared the 3 grey suits and the glasses they’d be wearing, they would be acting like news anchors and you had came up with the idea of splattering random paint all over their clothes and faces.

Baekhyun was retouching his bright red hair and Jongdae was practising what he needed to say, and Minseok…

“Minseok-ssi needs you in is changing room” annouched one of the makeup artist.

“Why?”

“He said he needs you to look at his suit, it’s not the right size or something”

Oh no, this was it, the first ever real private meeting, you had been lucky not to have any of these in the past almost 5 years, you got away just fine, and now you were opening the door to his changing room his shirt wide open as he leaned on the dressing table playing with his lower lip looking at the floor, slowly at your shoes scanning your body, when he saw the hesitation in your steps he knew Jongdae was right, the simple act of meeting eyes was hard for you, you were melting right there.

“Yes Kim Minseok-ssi? You needed me?”

“I like that obedient tone, come closer, just make sure you lock the door”

“W-why?”

“Because I need to take off my pants, because guess what? You have no clue what size I wear, how long have you worked here?”

“But Minseok-ssi, your size has changed a lot, I’m sorry if-”

“Can you fucking look at my face when you address me?” alright that was blunt, and for what he knew about you you could right now walk out and let him deal with his shit by his own.

“I’m sorry that came out too harsh, I apologise noona” his voice sounding more like the Minseok everyone knew.

You were petrified, stood in front of him your eyes having difficulties blinking, the idea of a pantless Xiumin was a no no, you’ve seen all EXO K in boxers, meh… you’ve seen Minho and Taemin almost naked, they felt like your little brothers, all of them… but Kim Minseok wasn’t even near that thought, Xiumin was that tiger you couldn’t even look up straight.

Minseok came forward, his shirt swinging more giving you a clear view of them abs everyone talked about, you were the one that suggested the mesh top for him in concerts, but truth to be told you haven’t seen him wearing it or even imagined it becuase if you did you would need a slap to wake up from the idea.

“See it’s here, the front raise and the crotch area, my thighs feel too squished” he said while signalising in detail, he had no shame in pulling his zipper down “I fear if I sit the pants will rip”

Your eyes gave you up, it was just too obvious, your behaviour was worst than a fan being kidnapped by her bias idol.

“Well noona say something, this is too tight on me, period”

“I can’t”

“What do you mean you can’t? You chose these, you sew them as far as I was told, you chose the fabric… am I missing something?”

“I will get someone to help you” you said turning around to leave, stumping on your feet falling right there not taking even one step.

Minseok circled you and stood in front of you, your eyes darted up and you were met with his crotch and unzipped pants, when he made sure you looked right where he wanted you to look, he slowly offered you his hand pulling you up to his side.

“I will lock the door, because you need to help me, not anyone else” he slowly went towards the door locking it with a click, turning around his smirk definitely not innocent and not work related, he’s discovered you and he will have fun with the discovery.

“Now that we are alone, and you are actually looking at me, you don’t look that intimidating, you had poor Baekhyun telling stories about the scary stylist noona for so long… I don’t see it, all I see is someone in big trouble because we need to film this thing and I can’t seem to be able to wear my pants properly, so here I am, dress me” said Minseok his voice sexy and insinuative, arms wide open, just what you didn’t need right now.

You lifted your head and saw the detail of his eye makeup that drove you insane, this guy reinvented how eyeliner and eyeshadow should look, he didn’t look better with eye makeup, he was just as good looking without it, eye makeup should be honoured that someone made it look so good.

He lifted and eyebrow “well, do your thing noona”

“Minseok-ssi, why a-”

“No reason, I just need to get dressed”

“It’s tighter because you won’t be dancing”

“I also understood that they won’t film our lower body, so I suggest we wear sweatpants, or even better sit commando”

You swallowed thickly, suddenly your cheeks warming up your hands feeling them, trying to sound cool.

You were determined to get this done and over with, you cleared your throat and took his shirt buttoning the first button you felt how you shivered, all while Minseok titled his head right and left scanning your face.

“You are pretty noona, I like the little freckles you have around your nose”

You swallowed “thanks” you said taking his waistband at his back your face too close to his chest, his breathing heavy.

“Have you ever done this with anyone?”

“Choi Minho-ssi, Lee Taemin-ssi and Byun Baekhyun-ssi”

“Ha! I don’t feel exclusive, pity” he said while you tugged the shirt lightly feeling his roundy butt cheeks, the sinful thought of biting on those never leaving your clouded mind.

“But I guess no one made you this nervous” he coed.

“No, no one has ever made me this nervous” you admitted frankly.

“Ha! Funny tho, I wonder why?”

You kept trying to thing about anything other than the fact that your hand was too close to his crotch now.

“Why noona? You haven’t answered me”

You sighed loudly stepping away “Listen Minseok-ssi, I can’t do this”

“Minseok, just Minseok, it you want you can call me Minseok-ah”

“Alright Minseok-ah” you said emphasising in the ‘ah’ part “I cannot be of help, I will call my assistant”

“Why noona? Why am I making you nervous?” he pulled you closer at your wrists “look at me”

“I can’t look at you, I can’t stand you Minseok-ssi”

“Minseok, Minseok-ah I said, and you can’t stand me? I say otherwise, just try looking at me for a moment”

Your eyes looked straight, be was exactly your same height which made it more intimidating, his eyes right at the same level as yours, your muscles clenched when you saw him blinking slowly, the view didn’t even feel real, the colour of his eyes, that brown tone that you were sure no human being ever had, the shape, daggers right into your soul.

“You like me don’t you noona?”

Like? That wasn’t even the correct word for this, you were being abducted by his eyes, you haven’t been ever this nervous in your life, they felt like a drug, they hurt your insides but made you want to come closer wanting to feel his eyelids.

He placed your hands on his cheeks, the skin to skin contact, your fingertips feeling a burning sensation.

“You do like me, don’t you?”

You were awoken from your daydream when he chuckled, you run your hands over your face clearing your throat stepping backwards till you bumped in the door “I am sorry I can’t do this”

You went for an iced bottle of water, you fanned yourself cursing under your breath this fucker ain’t gonna jeopardise what you built in the SM empire over the years, you took off your cap tying your hair in a high ponytail to get some air going in your neck, it felt like 1000º.

You went back to the set now all 3 CBX members dressed in their very tight suits being sprayed with colourful paint randomly all over, Baekhyun looked like a puppy sprinkled with liquid, the face expressions and how surprised he got every time the liquid hit him, Jongdae was just whiny as usual, saying it was too much not in his eyes, and Minseok… he was just there standing… looking at you, like a tiger studying it’s prey, hands in pockets leaning in one leg, smirk nice and official…

After that, all 3 wore glasses and started recording their unusual preview.

Xiumin looked too good, he had that ability to eat the camera, him being at the centre made things to you, wondering how the paint would look all over his body, random thought, dirty ones, all after you felt his breath hitting your face, it was invading your mind.

When the finished they were greeted and carefully they started taking off their jackets heading for a needed shower to take off all the paint, Baekhyun and Jongdae were already loudly complaining that it wasn’t going away, while Minseok was getting closer to you as you faked being extremely busy hanging clothes in the racks.

“Noona, would you help me?”

“You don’t need help Minseok-ah”

“I like it, the informal speech… sounds sexy”

“Whatever you think you can do you are not going to do because I will not allow it”

“Repeat that looking at me”

“Minseok-ssi! You should go remove the paint in your face” exclaimed one of the supervisors.

“Yes noona here will help me, follow me noona”

God almighty, not Xiumin, this was a total nightmare.

You followed him to his changing room, he removed his shirt swiftly looking at you, he wanted to see your every reaction, and yes you were just not coping with this, if his eyes and face were a gift from the gods his body was just as sinful, how can a man be all this?

“Come over noona, help me unbutton my pants because, just they are not… see they’re stuck”

“Why are you doing this? I mean I am just wondering, are you enjoying it?”

“Yes extremely”

“Where is the decent, genuine, quiet boy that everybody thinks you are?”

“I am still that person, but you know… whit my dolls I like to be different”

“And what could a kitten possibly do to a doll?”

“There’s no kitten here noona, only a tiger”

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Lost of shit officially, your soul had left your body, Kim Minseok swallowed your ability to reply.

“What do you want Minseok?”

“Take.off.my.pants.noo.na”

At this stage you didn’t know whether this was professional or not… your mind was clouded, you were too attracted to him to avoid it any longer.

Your hands slipped in the hem of his pants and…

“Look at me as you do that noona”

His eyes… they were enveloping you whole, you were no longer in planet earth you were in planet lust and desire.

“What are you thinking noona? Tell me”

“I think that you have every beautiful and dangerous eyes”

“How many of us you’ve told this to before?”

“You tell me Xiumin, how many? You think I’ve lost my shit like this before, you can basically do anything you want with me”

“Like bend you over the dresser and fuck you senseless as you look into my eyes in the mirror?”

Oh… the thought of that.

You gasped, and your hand retracted momentarily but he pulled at your wrists harshly making you bump in his chest, his nose hoovering your neck until he found just the right spot to… bite you, first contact were his teeth on your sensitive skin making you whimper.

“I like that sound noona, how about you do that as you scream my name begging for more? How rough you like it? Tell me, because I ain’t got time to go all vanilla on you”

“Minseok!” you exclaimed as his teeth were on your neck again pulling at your skin.

“How rough?”

“As rough as you want”

“Can you take it? We have work tomorrow”

“Try me”

His hands travelled unexpectedly at your breasts squeezing them harshly, pinching your nipples hard “aaah~~~”

“I’m just getting started, crying already”

“Min-”

“Meet me at this address in 2 hours, I’ll type the passcode as well" he said pulling his phone typing a message for you “it’s my apartment, I use it to unwind, and I guess it’s the perfect day to go there giving the circumstances”

You couldn’t believe what you were doing, you actually were going to do this, if anyone in SM knew you could kiss your contract goodbye and expect no other company to ever hire you, you were risking your neck… was it worth it? Of course it was, this was like your moment of glory, just the thought that you were wearing a nice red bite in your neck caused by the one and only man that made you sway ever, Kim Minseok… Xiumin, hell yes it was worth it and you were going to enjoy it.

You got out of the taxi 2 streets further, you wore a facemask and sprinted to the building, the gatekeeper was used not ask, the facemask hinted that there was going to be a visitor at the famous celebrity’s apartment that liked to have his privacy.

You heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator indicating you arrived at the 5th floor, apartment 508, you entered the code and closed the door behind you, you took off your shoes and immediately you were welcomed by the OCD clean freak apartment, it smelled manly and clean, not a spec of dust anywhere, wondering if he came to unwind here cleaning, it looked like museum clean, the white marble floors and the sleek modern furniture, everything turned you on even the grandpa-like library.

You found your way to the bedroom easily, the bed was made so perfectly that you thought this would only be achieved by ironing it after making the bed, the navy sheets, the curtains, everything was perfectly straight and clean.

Your phone rang making you lose that bit of confidence you had.

Minseok.

“Hello?”

“Are you there noona?”

“Yes…”

“Go to my en-suite bathroom, there is something I want you to wear, it’s in the countertop”

You walked to the bathroom and saw this… thing… consisting in black strings, what was it?

“What is this, how do you wear this?”

“Well noona… let me explain to you, just simply get naked and you will find your way, you don’t wear it, you just tie it around you, wear the lipstick I got you also, heavily”

“Oh…”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes, don’t keep me waiting for too long” sounding husky and hungry.

You were in for some fun…

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A/N: I had to take these Miinnie feels out he plays dirty in my mind ^_~

Thanks for reading, part 2 will be posted soon.

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lxdymoon0357 · 7 months

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Sadistic beauty ask request:

How about Minho getting along with Gyerin and her partner and they set him up with a good girl but Minho is too dense to get the signal that she likes him

(I want Minho to be happy and always have a smile on his face.....Duna and Wookyung are dogshit and they can fall in a ditch and I will even set the ditch on fire because I don't care...I wrote this to be very long cause I love my baby, Minho..Kind of me projecting, but well...who's gonna stop me?....)

Byun Minho X Reader:

your millionth reason why Minho is a perfect human....

☁ You were friends with Juyeon and you were her wing-woman for her and her girl Gyerin...and you became their third-wheel (read: child) and followed them everywhere you went cause you were single as pringle and wanted to see the sweet things in life which were Juyeon and Gyerin..

☁ Obviously through this, you would let them vent and one of them was about Duna and Wookyung...You learnt how Gyerin talked about them and after a while, you definitely found out they were horrible people...Gyerin had gotten in contact with Minho after she broke up Duna, and so the two got to be good friends...Minho vented everything that Dune and Wookyung did to him and she vented to you about it cause you know how to keep a secret...You cried for a few good minutes hearing about everything that Minho went through..

☁ Soon, Gyerin and Juyeon set you both up....but Minho was oblivious to the fact that he was st up for a date, not just a hang-out with Gyerin's friend, AKA you, and that Gyerin and Juyeon couldn't make it...for some reason...you and him hit it off and became very good friends and got very close! Too close...actually

☁ You developed feelings for him and even flirted with him...to which Minho was absolutely oblivious about...so it was good when your pick-up lines were too stupid and cheesy and it made things awkward you could pretend you were joking, but it was bad when you REALLY wanted to confess to him...bay boy did not know you were confessing every emotion you were feelings with him and he agreed saying you were his "best friend"...you went hoe and cried to Gyerin and Juyeon in a very ugly manner...they only laughed at your situation...

☁ He was really the perfect human in your opinion, had a big chest and wore glasses despite having good vision, was a literature person, was a bit cocky and rude at time, was beautiful, looked cute while crying (even though you hated him crying), was too good for his own good.....And his obliviousness was your millionth reason why Minho is a perfect human...in your eyes at-least, you don't care, but if someone tried to comment on your baby boy...you weren't afraid to throw hands, feet and even baseball bats...don't try the Minho protectors..

☁ Despite all the obliviousness, you helped Minho with bruises, cuts and anything else Wookyung or Duna would cause after raping him...you ever slapped Duna tightly once, leaving a red mark across her cheek, before treating the bruises she left on Minho from her anger or shit...You told Juyeon about it but told her not to tell Gyerin, Gyerin didn't know about Minho's rape and it would make her realize she got into a relationship with a rapist while the rapist raped Minho...

☁ You also beat up Wookyung once, when you heard about his piercing situation, you went to his home and beat up nicely with Juyeon and Gyerin....made him realize what he did and even reported him to the police...though he bought himself out....But not for long as you presented Minho's multiple bruises as evidence and he got into jail as well...idiot couldn't even buy himself out this time because of how crystal clear the situation was and with Gyerin as a witness as a part of the BDSM shit...

☁ Minho wouldn't let you report Duna for a while because he was still a bit stuck up on her...and you helped him process his feelings, in which you didn't even realize you made him realize his feelings for you...And of-course, you reported Duna to the police and even showed Minho's bruises as evidence...

☁ And you started to become a bit timid with your feelings for him because you felt a bit upset with the fact that he was stuck up on Duna even after what she did to him and so he wouldn't let her go to jail until you explained his feelings to him and reminded him what she did, not knowing he was more and more falling in love with you caring and protective and loving nature...He liked being cared for, having someone be protective of him and love him for who he is...and he didn't know about your romantic feelings and he was also afraid of being in a relationship because of his experience...

☁ You both still spend a lot of time together as you both were mutually pining over each other without knowing it...Naturally, your tried moving on or he tried moving on..but it obviously didn't work, cause it went horrible and ended up comforting...

☁ And you when you flirted, he was completely not knowing what was going on, like you could say, ".....Treat me like your homework! Slam me into your desk and do me all night angrily.." and he would be confused like, "...Y/N I'm a teacher, I don't do homework, I GIVE homework and what would I do to you angrily at night? I don't get it..I don't want to hurt you with my anger...." and you're just there crying and happy cause you failed yet again and happy because this is so cue he's worried for you!!!

☁ Okay...you had to work VERY hard to confess to him, I don't know how but imagine that But still you worked VERY HARD to confess to Minho so he gets the signs and respond, cause you were started to get angry and fall more in love with his stupidness....Oh and yes, he did agree and he cried in your arms for a while and you comforted him and assured him he will never be hurt again and never have to experience what he did with Duna and Wookyung and the next day when Gyerin and Juyeon visited, they opened the door with spare key you gave them and they found you on the bed leaning in a uncomfortable position so Minho, who was sitting on your lap, could sleep in a comfortable positions...you were leaning against the wall and often your head lolled down and often your hit your head against the wall multiple times during the night..At-least Minho slept nicely...your boyfriend...oh that sounds like such a sweet thing and even has a ring to it!!

☁ And thus began a relationship with Minho and you, where you made sure NOTHING, not even wind, caused a scratch on his precious skin...cause if it did, the wind would have to square up...BITCH!

☁ You also paid for everything he wanted to do for a while btw, until he got a good job that is and was able to pay his debt back!!

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lxdymoon0357 · 6 months

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Love confession under love potion by Minho. He's usually shy and a bit awkward when it comes to expressing love to oc but under love potion he confesses to her but is too overly romantic about it and it becomes too comical and silly embarrassing oc in front of everyone. I just want serious Minho turning into a love stricken fool around oc 😜

(I love minho, I love minho, I love minho, I love minho.....Sorry, malfunctions in brain, amirite? Lovely idea!!! Reader is said to have glasses..They're having a sneaky lipstick in their pocket....)

Lovesick idiot~ ♡

The chatter and bustling of the school hallways always annoyed Minho, but not today, it made him feel extremely confident and extremely nervous..He doesn't know where he got this confidence from though...

Maybe it might be the whiskey & Vodka mixed with his coffee earlier or weed candies he ate earlier...or the "special" brownies given to him by one of the students as a gift for helping him "relax" as Minho helped reach his potential...

He didn't realize what the student meant, until he realized a tad too late, he realize he was supposed to eat them at home...not at school..in the morning itself...

shit...

Minho sat on his seat, greeting the students or teachers who walked across his class or who greeted him first or entered the staff room for whatever reason they had...a bit woozy in his head already.... it was getting a bit too much and he was getting stupid thoughts so he decided to block them and lay his head in between his arms to silence himself down..

and it was working... the voice didn't matter much...and he greeted the people around or hummed and people took the hint...maybe he could even get something ordered by one of the staff members for him to get sobered up....and these thoughts calmed him down as he started to slowly zone out...until..

"..Minho-ssi?" A sweet voice suddenly called to him, as he shook his head...he had almost fallen asleep and was lolling in and out of sleep, when the voice brought him out like a soft rope pulling him back to consciousness...as Minho grumbled and hummed in acknowledgment...it was to tell them to take the hint and be quiet...but apparently, the person wasn't gonna listen...

"..Minho-ssi!!" the voice again called out, louder this time, making Minho groan as he fixed himself up under the desk a bit to look presentable and looked up, his head still woozy and it was clear he was still not sober...he was expecting maybe one of the annoying students or a annoying teacher...Not you...

"..Ah..yes..Y/N...How can I help mew-..you!" Minho asked, his voice a bit high-pitched and speech a bit slurred...it was clear he was still not sober after all the things he ingested.You stood there, scrolling through your laptop bag for something, your rimmed glasses perfectly upon your nose-bridge. Your eyes still holding the glare they always did. You always held a resting bitch face...it always intimidated everyone...and by everyone...I mean everyone...

"..I want to know where you kept my student's report?" You asked with your sharp voice, making Minho nod as he fixed his posture, his blazer, his glasses, his hair and everything as he looked at you and then at the open laptop which was showing a blank black screen...

"..Uhm, right there...Y/N-ssi.." Minho said pointing towards the wide table in front of his own as you nod sharply, placing your bag on the seat beside his own, you both shared a rather large and wide table..

You placed your bag and walked over to the place, your shoes clacking on the shiny floor as you walked to the table where the reports were, but unfortunately for you, they were on the furthest edge stuck to the wall and you had to lean over the wide table...

Of-course, this was something you didn't even acknowledge as like a minuscule thing in life, but for Minho it was something big....the way your clothing perfectly showed off your ass as you leaned over the table, checking over the multiple batches to find which belonged to our classes and which didn't...of-course all while Minho admired his so beloved office crush's ass...

Finally getting it, you picked the up the three batches of folded bundled sheets, and placed them closer to you and stood up straight, straightening your clothes, hoping nothing inappropriate happened, even thought it was a bit too late to think that when the image of your cute ass was plastered in Minho's mind...

You stood straight and cleared your throat which seemingly helped Minho get out of the trance; his face immediately blew into a scarlette...

As he looked away from you who were picking up the bundles, "..Thank you for the help Minho-ssi.." You said bowing a bit before walking out to your classroom...and suddenly he felt the effect of the vodka, weed candy and the brownies spike up immediately..

No idea why, but Minho stood up, slamming the laptop shut as he followed you with a grin, staring at you talking with a teacher, still for some reason his eyes fixated on your thighs and ass....you did feel him staring but passed it off as nothing as you pushed your glasses up your nose-bridge... walking in your loud class, already feeling a migraine coming..

As you yelled at the class to shut up, and made them stay quiet to do any pending work they had while you corrected their sheets... you heard a faint knock on the classroom door, the door was closed and obviously no one was paying attention to the tiny glass window it had where Minho was looking at you...

You stared back with your sharp eyes in confusion, he suddenly winked making your eyes slightly soften as you nod your head to ask what happened, Minho shook his head to nothing...

And like that he disappeared out of view...Of-course you sighed at his antics, and went back to doing your work, you looked up from your sheets to stare at your kids..one of the girls in front had received flowers from her crush just today..

Wow..how long had it been since you were in a relationship or received such romantic gifts like this?....Wait....This sin't the time for this..you're in the middle of class, checking important sheets, maybe you should stop thinking like a high-school student...

Your eyes took on more look at the small pink, white and blue bouquet, the girl placed on one end of her bench with her friends all teasing and congratulating for her, just as you looked down you felt a flash of dark blue from the corner of your eyes...

surely it wasn't anything...yeah...

If you could say that, when suddenly the door burst open and the bouquet from the girl's bouquet was swiped from the desk and presented in your face...when a similar voice screamed, "..Y/N, ILOVEYOU!PLEASEGOOUTWITHME!!!!"

And this made you feel heat rise up to your cheek along with a large amounts of embarrassment and the urge to kill and laugh...Oh god..Minho..

You gently pushed the bouquet from out of your eyes as they were blocking your view and looked at Minho holding the bouquet, his eyes closed, face red and a huge smile on his face..He was on one knee and the whole class was staring at the scene with a shocked face or trying not to laugh..you couldn't tell...

"..Hm!" You nodded your had as you held Minho's bicep and pulled him out pulling out a tiny, black tube looking thing, before entering the class back...and continued to teach your class as usual, your class took the sign as to not talk about the thing..

But of-course that wouldn't work..when Sir.Minho is having a very obvious kiss makr on his collar, cheek and lips..Guess Professor Y/N agreed...thankfully...maybe I can get the bouquet back...?

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