#enhypen ambw

[kairoot]

⟢ — 6:11 pm. | 니키.

⟢ pairing : niki x black!fem!reader ➖ genre : fluff, established relationship ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing, nicknames, joking around ➖ wc: 952.

SECTION SONG: poetic justice by kendrick lamar & drake / mary jane by mary j. blige

with all the yelling coming from the living room, it made you wonder what could possibly cause your boyfriend to be so loud. making your way into the cozy setting, your eyes are instantly set on niki.

all of his fancy equipment for his streams had been set up, the camera facing him. you stood in a near corner, watching the live chat.

“should i do a stream with heeseung hyung, everyone?” your boyfriend questioned his viewers, not noticing you in the back. he mumbled out, reading the responses from everyone.

‘is that y/n??’ one comment read.

niki furrowed his brows in confusion, “y/n? where- oh.”

he looked at you through the camera before turning around in his seat. he beckoned for you to come sit with him, a smile forming on his face.

“hey, baby.”

you sent a small wave before walking toward him with small steps. his smile grew wider as you came closer to him, his arm coming to wrap around your waist.

‘IT IS Y/N RAHHH’

‘MOTHERRRR’

‘she’s here!!!’

every comment lit up with your name when you came into frame. niki turned back to the camera, still wearing the same grin.

“my baby’s here~ isn’t she pretty, chat?” he asked, placing a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt by your beauty. you bit back your smile, suddenly feeling bashful.

niki patted his leg, signaling for you to take a seat in his lap. he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips and your jaw, now wrapping both arms around your middle. his hand came to rest against your leg, stroking it with his thumb.

you sent a wave to everyone again, a small smile appearing.

‘SHE’S SO CUTE KI’

‘PLEASE I NEED HER’

niki chuckled at his fan’s reactions, scooting his chair closer to the screen.

“what’re you playing, bubba?” you asked softly, your arm coming to wrap around his shoulder. his heart jumped at the use of the nickname while he bit his lip to hide another smile.

“fnaf, since everyone wanted to see it. you wanna play?” his gaze flickered to you.

you gave him an unsure look, watching him play a horror game sounded like a bad idea but the thought of playing it yourself was even worse.

“i don’t know, ki..”

“c’mon, babe. it’ll be fun!” he whined, resting his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look. you sighed, giving into him. he did a mini celebratory dance, going on his monitor to load the game.

“i’m only doing this for the stream by the way.” you blew a kiss to the camera, giggling.

niki scoffed dramatically, glaring at you.

“not because you love me?”

“uh-uh.” you smirked, taunting him. he raised an eyebrow before reaching down to tickle your sides. you attempted to scramble away from his wriggling fingers, squeals and giggles escaping you.

“you don’t love me, ma?” he spoke into your ear, continuing his antics. this only caused you to laugh more, the feelings of his lips adding onto the tickly sensation.

“..no.” you said between laughs causing him to tickle your sides faster.

“you do love me, say it.” he leaned over to pepper kisses against your cheek. his fingers stopped digging into your sides as one hand rested against your tummy and the other back on your thigh.

“okay, okay,” your giggles died down as you attempted to catch your breath.

“i love you.”

niki hummed in approval, his face coming closer to yours. your hand rested against his jaw, closing the gap between the two of you. his plush lips rested on yours in a long kiss, smiling into it.

your eyes opened before the kiss turned into a makeout of some sort, pulling away from your boyfriend’s lips to face the camera again.

“i completely forgot this was here.” you pursed your lips in embarrassment, skimming through the comments. niki turned back to the livestream, a giddy grin painted over his features.

‘WOAHHH???’

‘what kind of romcom did i just watch’

“so sorry, everyone. niki can’t control himself.” you shrugged, purposely putting the blame on him. he gave you an offended look before going to look at the comments again, one in particular standing out to him.

‘you two need to get a room’

niki rolled his eyes before clicking the ‘play’ button on the game, picking a level for you.

“heeseung, you’re just mad cause you’re a loner.”

niki’s comment made you land a stinging smack on his back, causing him to groan loudly.

“what? it’s true!”

“that’s not nice.” you moved his hand away from the computer’s mouse, taking over the controls. he pouted slightly, mumbling something else about his hyung.

“wait, isn’t this ‘the joy of creation’? this is the scariest one!” your face contorted with fear. niki sat behind you, snickering.

“babe, this is definitely not the scariest one.”

“you’re lying.”

he chuckled, wrapping both arms tightly around your waist. he drew shapes on your thighs, watching you start the game. you flinched at almost every sound throughout the level.

the stream flooded with comments about how cute you were and why niki would make you play such a scary game. he responded to some of them, cracking jokes most of the time.

your eyes remained on the screen ahead of you, not wanting to be distracted. that was until one of the animatronics popped up onto the screen, causing you to jump back against your boyfriend’s chest, letting out a yelp.

he let out a cackle as you hid your face in his chest, heart rate increasing.

you frowned, shoving his shoulder gently.

“that wasn’t funny, i could’ve had a heart attack.”

⟢ milan’s note: first post of 2024! 🥳💗 how we feeling? happy new year to everyone! i hope you have another great year! got sleepy while posting and writing this so it’s obviously not proofread. inspo by tae @telail cause i loved her jongho fic with the live stream & gaming. i was also watching kai cenat yesterday so ig i got the livestream idea from that too 🤔

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[hoonsangel]

paring: yang jungwon x reader

genre: angst (look…. im sorry.)

wc: 1.02k

a/n: i have no excuses its been a year since i updated this account and i swear haven’t abandoned red card i just lost inspo but it will be coming back soon :(

Convenience. That's all this was. Just convenient.

At least that's what you both called it. He was always there and so were you. Catching the others stare across a room, an intentional touch of the hand, a swift text, was all it took for your agreement to activate. To be there, whether that’s as a listening ear or a fix you would come running. You always told yourself you could quit if you wanted to. You didn’t need him and he didn’t need you. That was the deal, if either of you felt like this was no longer a deal of convenience, it ended. You were sure it would never be you. The life of an idol was too busy you had schedules, tours, and practice. How could it work? You’re sure he felt the same way, maybe even 10x more. He was the leader of his group risking everything for convenience would be stupid. you couldn't blame him. Passing him in the company halls was torturous enough with the longing glances. Your members had started to notice you looked far off at practice when you were usually the most focused, a perfectionist. They would talk to you and tried to gauge your mind but it was futile when all you responded with were “ I'm fine” “It's nothing” and “I'm just tired”. You tried to tell yourself again it wasn’t the fact you hadn’t seen him in weeks. That you missed his smile, the way he held your hand, the look in his eyes as if you were the only two in the world. It wasn’t that, you were sure, so you kept practicing putting that feeling into the choreography. This comeback was important, your group still had to prove themselves to the company. You didn’t have time to get caught up on a boy.

Your group members left reluctantly pushing you to go home with them and get rest but you refused. You reassured them you’d practice for another hour and head home. That was the plan. Seeing a familiar face wasn’t, you heard his group leave a little after your own. You were sure he went with them. There was no reason for him to stay. And just like before you fell into his embrace. You were stronger than this, there was no way you were submitting this easily. You pushed his arms down taking the chance to finally see the face you had wondered about -- daydreamed about. He looked different. You weren’t sure how or what but one thing was the same. The look in his eyes was the same; it made you feel as if it was only the two of you in the room. The one that made you realize this was no longer convenient for you. It was burdensome. The thought of not only bringing down your own group but his as well because you couldn’t handle this just being a passing moment in your life.

You had the words, you thought about exactly what you’d say to end this doomed affair. But as you stared into his eyes nothing but tears filled your own. Sinking down to the practice room floors you let your tears flow freely. Everything you had held back came rushing forward. You feel the soft palms of his hands touch your face. He wipes away the heated tears staining your cheeks. You keep your head down knowing if you lift your head you’d break even more. “We can’t keep doing this” you finally push out

“What? Y/N look at me.” shaking your head you continue “No, Jungwon I broke the rule…I broke it so long ago.” “Y/N-” You could hear the pity in his voice and it hurt, it hurt so badly you wanted to rewind time and take your words back. Oh how you wish you never said anything but you know this was the best outcome for the both of you. “I’m sorry, I know I promised. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You were crying harder than before. You thought about all of your secret rendezvous, never daring to go further than a long embrace. If you think about it seems you both were always too afraid to blur the line anymore than you already had. The silence was long, suffocating. Your tears dried up leaving you with a dry throat. You're not sure how much time passed, you weren’t even sure if Jungwon was still there. Refusing to possibly make contact with him if he was. You were sure you’d sit there in the stuffy practice room forever if it meant you wouldn’t have to face him. He broke the stiff silence “How long?” his voice as soothing a you remember it “What” you croak out still hoarse from crying for who knows how long

“How long ago did “this” stop being an agreement for you”

“Wonie- Jungwon-”

“Please Y/N just tell me”

“I'm not sure…since the beginning? Near the end? I'm not sure. Why can’t you just let me go?”

“I don't want to let you go. Why should I.” His voice is still as stable as ever “can’t i be selfish for once?”

You looked at him for the first time since the start of the conversation “What aren’t you getting? Jungwon, feelings are involved somewhere they never should have been. It’s not worth it.” You blurted. You tried to ignore the hurt in his eyes. Jungwon always held all his emotions in his eyes. It was easy to tell when he was happy, angry, sad, and concerned. You loved it but right now you wished you couldn’t see how your words affected him. Maybe it would give you more backbone.

Regret instantly filled your body as you watched him stand to his full height and leave the room. He said nothing. The sting of your words hit you. It was really over. You’re not sure how long you stayed there that night or how you went home. It was a blur. How you wish the memories of his hurt face would be too. But it sat there every time you closed your eyes. You were reminded of how you caused his pain.

#yang jungwon #jungwon x reader #enhypen ambw #kpop ambw #jungwon #enhypen angst #jungwon angst #enhypen

[ericbrainrot]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 “𝐂’𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞”: jay, mark lee, intak, haechan, jeno, jaehyun, taeyong, jungwoo, yeonjun, seunghun, eric, kevin, heesung, yangyang, ten, hyunjae, juhaknyeon

𝐓𝐡𝐞 “𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞” 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦: keeho, jiung, theo, soul, jongseob, johnny, beomgyu, taehyun, soobin, huening kai, renjun, jaemin, chenle, jisung, doyoung, taeil, yuta, winwin, xiaojun, hendery, kun, shotaro, sungchan, younghoon, new, q, sunwoo, juyeon, sangyeon, jacob

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

idk why i thought of this song and these idols with this scenario but here i am at 5:23 am writing this.

#ambw imagines #kpop x black reader #ambw kpop #kpop #nct ambw #the boyz ambw #black reader #p1h ambw #p1harmony ambw #cix ambw #wayv ambw #enhypen ambw #txt ambw #tomorrow x together ambw #Spotify

[forblackkpopreaders]

.・゜゜・𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!

.・゜゜・𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 -> 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞 -> 𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 -> 𝘦𝘹𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 -> 𝘱1𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐓𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 -> 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 -> 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐩 -> 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 -> 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

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[wonbinisbabygurl]

Bloodlust | P.S

Chapter 1

Parings:park sunghoon x black oc /reader

theme:vampire

[do not repost because i'm using my whole government name as the creator ]

All rights reserved

word count:7k (I think)

I didn't proofread it!

[authors notes]: took me 8 months to release this chapter

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     Chapter 1

          The broken bloodline

Mentions of blood , mature themes, and gaslighting of a female character  ( please read at your own risk!)

In the secluded town of Castlevania, rumors have been circulating about strange occurrences. Women were found dead with their blood drained from their bodies; men were discovered with their heads severed. Whoever is responsible for these gruesome massacres does not seem to be human.

Many years later, the mystery of this horrific massacre remained unsolved until one day a detective named Xiu Lang, from Shanghai, was assigned to investigate these unresolved cases originating from 1630.

Maria, Xiu Lang's supervisor, stopped him as he was preparing for his extended stay in Castlevania.

"Xiu, I don't think this is a good idea," Maria said, her voice filled with concern. "Your wife has been going crazy with worry. She called me last night, and she was a wreck. She said that you haven't been home in days, and she doesn't know where you are or what you're doing. She's scared, Xiu. And I'm scared for her."

Xiu sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know," he said. "I know she's worried. But I have to do this. It's important."

"But what if something happens to you?" Maria asked. "What if you don't come back?"

"I'll be fine," Xiu said. "I promise."

Maria shook her head. "I don't know, Xiu. This doesn't feel right."

"I have to do this," Xiu said again. "It's the only way."

Maria sighed. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I do," Xiu said. "Trust me."

Maria nodded, but she didn't look convinced. "Okay," she said. "But be careful."

"I will," Xiu said. He gave her a quick hug, then turned and walked away.

Maria watched him go, her heart heavy. She didn't like this one bit.

Xiu Lang grabbed his satchel and belongings before taking a sigh and turning to Maria. "Tell her that I'll be home for dinner soon. This investigation shouldn't take too long." 

He stepped out the door and felt Maria grab his shoulder, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Please be careful. Don't die on me. Promise?" Maria asked, wiping away her teary eyes.

Xui Lang patted her on the back. "I promise." 

As Xui Lang walked away in the distance he could sense Maria's gaze still on him, so he turned and threw her a good luck charm: a brown journal with an ink pen tucked inside it. 

"Make sure the ink never runs out," Xui Lang said as he gave her a light smile and waved goodbye.

She returned the favor, waving back at him before they parted ways.

-Xiu Lang’s wife Raina’s perspective-

The room was engulfed in an intoxicating symphony of Rania's soft moans and the rhythmic creaking of their bed, a melodic backdrop to the passionate dance they shared. Her fingertips dug into Sunghoon's broad shoulders, leaving faint imprints of desire on his heated skin. Every touch, every graze, sent waves of electric ecstasy coursing through their intertwined bodies.

Breathless and flushed with desire, Rania whispered Sunghoon's name, her voice laden with longing and anticipation. Her words hung in the air like a sweet melody, enticing him further into the depths of their shared passion. Sunghoon, feeling his own desires surge within him, arched his back in response, the sinewy muscles of his well-defined physique rippling under a sheen of perspiration. Stray strands of hair clung to his damp forehead, framing his intense gaze as he focused on their intimate connection.

"Patience, my love," Sunghoon exhaled, his voice a mere whisper, laced with a combination of urgency and restraint. He fought to control the mounting desire that threatened to consume them both, striving to prolong the symphony of pleasure they were orchestrating.

Rania, her senses heightened by the swirling tempest of sensations, stifled a whimper of longing, her body responding to the crescendo of pleasure building within her. With a trembling voice, she managed to express her willingness to wait, to hold back the release that threatened to spill forth.

A tender smile tugged at the corners of Sunghoon's lips as he witnessed Rania's self-restraint, the depth of their connection evident in the shared understanding between them. The dance of desire continued, their bodies moving in synchrony, attuned to the symphony of their own passion.

In the hushed intimacy of their exchange, time seemed to stand still, the world outside their chamber fading into insignificance. They existed solely in this moment, immersed in a universe of shared pleasure, where their bodies whispered secrets to one another, entwined in a tapestry of raw, unadulterated desire.

As the waves of pleasure continued to crash against their bodies, each moment brought them closer to the precipice of release. But they held on, locked in a mutual agreement to prolong the exquisite tension, savoring the anticipation that danced between them like an ethereal flame.

In that shared space of restraint and desire, Rania and Sunghoon revealed in the symphony of their passion, their hearts and bodies entangled in an enchanting rhythm. They knew that when the time was right, when their connection reached its apex, the culmination would be an explosion of shared ecstasy, a crescendo that would shatter their senses and leave them forever entwined in the memory of this timeless union.

As Sunghoon's skilled touch found Rania's most sensitive spot, a surge of electrifying pleasure surged through her body. Overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation, she couldn't contain her reaction, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and longing. Her voice, muffled against Sunghoon's neck, was a raw expression of her deepest desires.

Rania's grip tightened, her nails digging into Sunghoon's back, seeking an anchor amidst the tempest of pleasure that consumed her. The sensation of her nails scraping against his skin only heightened Sunghoon's own desire, fueling the fire that burned within him. The passion between them grew more fervent, igniting an insatiable hunger that demanded to be satiated.

"I understand, my love," Sunghoon responded, his voice laced with a mix of empathy and longing. He could sense the overwhelming need within Rania, the yearning to release the mounting tension that coiled tightly within her. As their bodies moved in harmony, their connection deepened, bringing them closer to the precipice of surrender.

With every breath and movement, the anticipation in Sunghoon's chest rose, mirroring Rania's urgency. He reveled in the knowledge that he held the power to grant her the release she sought. Their connection was an intimate dance, synchronized and attuned to each other's desires, as if they were two halves of a whole.

And then, as the waves of pleasure surged, crashing against their bodies, Rania's voice reached a crescendo, her cry echoing in the intimate space they shared. The intensity of her release, her body quivering with ecstasy, left her no choice but to surrender to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Sunghoon, basking in the satisfaction of his efforts, embraced Rania's release as a testament to their profound connection. Her pleasure washed over him like a cascading wave, drenching him in the remnants of her satisfaction. It was a sacred exchange, an intimate offering that solidified their bond, transcending mere physicality.

Breathing heavily, bodies entwined, they revealed in the aftermath of their passionate union. Time seemed suspended as they held each other, the sweet ache of their desires satiated, the echoes of their pleasure lingering in the air. Their connection remained unbroken, a profound bond forged in the crucible of shared pleasure.

In that fleeting moment of stillness, they knew that their love, their hunger, and their willingness to explore the depths of their desires would continue to guide them on a journey of blissful intimacy. And with a renewed sense of fulfillment, they found solace in the knowledge that they were bound together by a connection that surpassed mere physicality—a connection that would endure, grow, and thrive in the dark and passionate depths of their shared existence.

As Rania's body lay delicately draped across Sunghoon's, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. In the soft, muted glow of the bedroom, her fair skin seemed to radiate an ethereal beauty, drawing him in with its allure. Her slender fingers traced a path over his abdomen, exploring the contours of his body, but Sunghoon halted her gentle progression, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.

With a solemn expression, he gently pushed Rania off his body, reaching for his clothes to cover himself. The atmosphere shifted, a sense of unease settling between them like a heavy fog. Sunghoon's request for a pipe to smoke hinted at a desire to distance himself, to find solace in the tendrils of smoke that curled upward, momentarily veiling his true emotions.

Sitting together on the edge of the bed, their bodies now cloaked in fabric, they shared the pipe, passing it between them. The fragrant tendrils of smoke intertwined with the air, casting a hazy ambiance around them. Yet, beneath the seemingly tranquil act, an undercurrent of tension brewed.

Sensing the disconnect, Rania mustered the courage to question Sunghoon, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Why do you always stop me during our moments of intimacy? Why is it that you never experience release?"

A heavy silence lingered in the air, pregnant with unspoken emotions. Sunghoon's gaze shifted, his eyes cast downward, evading direct contact. In the vulnerability of the moment, he knew he couldn't evade Rania's inquiry, nor could he deny her the truth any longer.

His voice tinged with a hint of remorse, broke the silence. "Rania, my love, it is not that I do not desire pleasure or yearn for release. It is a consequence of my nature, of what I have become."

He paused, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. "As a vampire, the euphoric climax that humans experience eludes me. The very essence that once allowed me to revel in such pleasures has been lost in the darkness that now engulfs me. My immortality, while affording me many gifts, has stripped away the ability to find that release, that culmination of desire."

Rania listened, her heart heavy with newfound understanding. The weight of his revelation settled upon her, weaving a tapestry of empathy and compassion. At that moment, she realized the depth of his struggle, and the sacrifices he made to exist in their shared reality.

A mixture of sadness and acceptance washed over Rania. She reached out, gently clasping Sunghoon's hand in hers, offering a silent reassurance of her unwavering support. "Sunghoon, my love, I may not fully comprehend the intricacies of your existence, but please know that my love for you extends beyond physical pleasures. Our connection transcends the confines of the physical realm. Together, we can find solace and fulfillment in the bonds we forge, even if the traditional notions of climax elude us."

Sunghoon met her gaze, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and adoration. He squeezed her hand, acknowledging the depth of her understanding and the strength of their bond. In that shared moment, they resolved to navigate the intricacies of their intimate connection, finding solace in the uncharted territories of their love—a love that surpassed the boundaries of pleasure and redefined the very essence of their union.

Sunghoon rose from the bed, his demeanor icy and detached, as he swiftly wiped away any lingering remnants of their intimate encounter from his lips. The room was engulfed in heavy silence, disrupted only by Rania's sharp breaths. Her hurt and anger echoed through the air as she retorted, hurling a vase against the wall in a fit of frustration.

The sound of shattering glass reverberated, punctuating the tense atmosphere. Sunghoon turned to face Rania, his eyes narrowing as he confronted her defiance head-on. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next exchange between them.

Rania's voice trembled with a mix of desperation and determination as she challenged him, using the threat of revealing their illicit affair to her husband as a weapon. The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of their consequences. Sunghoon's expression hardened further, his lips forming a thin line as he considered her ultimatum.

Slowly, deliberately, Sunghoon advanced towards Rania, his fingers extending like talons, poised to caress her face. The touch of his sharp nails against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, a visceral reminder of the danger he posed. His voice, dripping with a chilling determination, cut through the silence.

"Think carefully, Rania," he hissed, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge. "If you choose to betray me, if you dare expose our secret, know that there will be dire consequences. I will not hesitate to eliminate any threat to our secret, to our existence."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, an unspoken warning of the darkness that resided within him. As swiftly as his touch had come, he released her, his eyes holding a dangerous glint before he turned away, his steps resolute as he made his way out of the room.

From beyond the closed door, a voice, laced with a mix of sadness and resolve, called out, marking the finality of their encounter. "Let this be the last time we see each other," Sunghoon's voice carried a hint of finality. "I want to sever all ties between us."

The words reverberated through Rania's mind, a painful reminder of the depth of their connection and the irrevocable rift that had formed between them. As Sunghoon departed from her apartment, his presence fading into the night, Rania was left to grapple with the shattered remnants of their once passionate and forbidden affair.

        -End of Rania’s Pov-

In the depths of the night, a figure emerged, shrouded in an eerie pallor that seemed to drain the color from her very being. Sunghoon, determined and armed with a flickering torch, ventured into the outskirts of Castlevania, his heart pounding in anticipation of his next blood-soaked conquest. With each step, he cautiously closed the distance between himself and the mysterious young woman, her pale complexion contrasting starkly against her flowing chestnut locks. As he approached, his senses heightened, the faint sound of his own footsteps echoing in the silent air, and he made a conscious effort to avoid startling his unsuspecting target.

The moon's ethereal glow bathed the scene, casting elongated shadows that danced across the cobblestone path. Sunghoon's torch emitted a flickering light, its fiery glow highlighting the woman's features. Her alabaster skin seemed to possess an otherworldly quality, devoid of warmth and life, evoking an unsettling fascination within him. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, captivated by her haunting allure.

With careful precision, Sunghoon closed the remaining distance, his footsteps deliberately muffled as he moved closer. His heart raced, fueled by a mix of trepidation and a primal thirst that gnawed at his insides. The tension in the air was palpable as he fought to maintain his composure, his mind consumed by the sinister desire that drove him forward.

As he neared the young woman, his eyes drank in every delicate detail, from the graceful curve of her jawline to the soft tendrils of hair framing her porcelain face. It was a delicate dance of stealth and fascination, the hunter cautiously encroaching upon his unwitting prey. Sunghoon's grip tightened on the torch, his knuckles turning white, as he fought to suppress the primitive instincts that surged within him.

The encounter teetered on a precipice of anticipation, the veil of night lending an air of mystery to their clandestine meeting. Sunghoon's heart quickened, the rhythmic thud echoing in his ears as he prepared to confront his new victim, a vessel for his insatiable hunger.

"Pray to tell, Mrs. Giselle, how fares your existence?" Sung-hoon inquired politely, his body bending in a reverent bow as a sign of respect. He delicately pressed his lips against the back of her hand, his gaze fixated upon her with an unsettling intensity that revealed his sinister intentions, contemplating the permanent termination of her life, a decision that occupied his mind with fervor.

Giselle, taken aback by Sung-hoon's familiarity, regarded him with a mix of suspicion and alarm. Slowly retreating from his presence, a pocket knife materialized in her trembling hand, serving as a feeble defense mechanism against the impending threat that lurked in the shadows.

"How is it, sir, that you possess knowledge of my identity?" Giselle questioned with a hint of caution, her eyes locked upon Sung-hoon as if attempting to unravel the enigma veiled beneath his facade. The glint of the blade mirrored her apprehension, a tangible reminder of her readiness to protect herself from any harm that might befall her.

Sunghoon's response carried a disdainful undertone, mingled with a perverse amusement. "Oh, what a foolish choice, a mere pocket knife," he retorted, his voice dripping with derision. "Wouldn't a torch have been more fitting?" With those words, a sinister transformation overcame him, baring his elongated fangs in a chilling display. Without a moment's hesitation, he lunged toward Giselle, driven by an insatiable hunger that consumed his very being. In a swift and merciless assault, he unleashed his primal savagery, draining the life from her in a macabre feast that left her utterly desiccated.

As Sunghoon's insidious grip tightened around Giselle's fragile form, he keenly sensed the gradual deceleration of her heartbeats until they eventually ceased altogether. A cruel satisfaction flickered in his eyes as he beheld the woman's desperate pleas for salvation, her voice echoing with a haunting plea that fell on indifferent ears.

"Should I encounter another flavorless being like you, I shall beseech the gods themselves to bestow upon me a worthy companion, even if it means marrying beyond mortal bounds," Sunghoon remarked, his tone laced with a twisted blend of frustration and determination. Rising to his feet, he callously discarded Giselle's lifeless body into a nondescript bag, sealing her fate within its confines.

With calculated nonchalance, Sunghoon embarked on a grim mission, venturing to a nearby river to rid himself of the evidence. The weight of the bag seemed inconsequential as he cast it into the depths, its descent marked by the disturbing absence of remorse. Submerged in the unforgiving currents, Giselle's remains were carried away, her existence forever erased from the world above.

Sunghoon's body sank down into a crouched position, his head resting wearily in the palm of his hand. His gaze fixated upon the lifeless form of the woman he had recently savored, Giselle, who now lay sprawled on the ground before him. A mixture of disbelief and confusion contorted his features, his mind grappling to comprehend the surreal taste of her blood still lingering in his mouth.

In that poignant moment, time seemed suspended, as Sunghoon wrestled with the unsettling sensations coursing through his veins. The conflicting emotions of satisfaction and a gnawing hunger intertwined within him, casting a shadow of turmoil upon his countenance. The vivid memory of their encounter, now etched into his very essence, added a disorienting layer of complexity to the tableau before him.

The weight of his actions settled upon Sunghoon, bearing down upon him with an almost palpable heaviness. Despite the macabre satisfaction derived from the consumption of Giselle's life essence, an undeniable sense of unease washed over him. The stark reality of his insatiable nature and the irreversible consequences of his predatory desires now confronted him, compelling a profound self-reflection that transcended the boundaries of his own existence.

Sunghoon's body trembled slightly as he remained locked in that haunting scene, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions and thoughts. His eyes, still filled with the residue of disbelief, lingered upon Giselle's lifeless form, the weight of his actions sinking deeper into his conscience.

The taste of her blood, an intoxicating blend of life and mortality, continued to linger on his palate, like an indelible mark of their macabre encounter. It served as a reminder of the transient pleasure that he sought to fulfill, but also carried the bitter undertones of an eternal hunger that could never be truly satiated.

As he leaned upon his hand, the heaviness of remorse and fascination wrestled within him, intertwining in an intricate dance. The gravity of his existence as a predator, forever bound to the consumption of life, bore down upon his soul, stirring a maelstrom of introspection.

In that solitary moment, the echoes of Giselle's final plea for rescue resonated in Sunghoon's consciousness. Her voice, now silenced forever, became a haunting refrain, piercing his thoughts with the weight of her lost potential and stolen future.

Amidst the profound uncertainty, a flicker of remorse and empathy arose within Sunghoon, as if a sliver of his humanity fought to break free from the shackles of his monstrous nature. The recognition of his own moral descent, his descent into darkness, spurred a profound questioning of his purpose and the the bleak reality of his existence.

With each passing second, the enormity of his actions settled upon him, carving deep crevices of introspection in his psyche. The path he had chosen, strewn with shattered lives and forsaken souls, offered no respite from the tormented questions that gnawed at his core.

In the stillness of that moment, Sunghoon remained suspended between the realms of remorse and his insatiable cravings, caught in the ever-present paradox of his existence as a predator, forever tormented by the consequences of his voracious hunger.

the eternal slumber of vampires, preserving an enigmatic mystique that echoed throughout the halls.

But perhaps the most chilling chamber lay hidden beneath the castle's surface. A labyrinthine laboratory, shrouded in darkness and cobwebs, bore witness to Sunghoon's clandestine experiments. Within its confines, the alchemical pursuits of a vampire played out, unknown to the outside world. It was a forbidden realm, where shadows danced amidst dusty bookshelves and eerie glass vials. And in the depths of that laboratory, veiled from prying eyes, a chilling secret lay dormant—a preserved human body, a macabre testament to Sunghoon's insatiable desires.

Even Sunghoon's loyal butler, Pedro, was forbidden from venturing into that forbidden domain. The knowledge of what lurked in the depths remained Sunghoon's alone, locked away from prying eyes. Pedro, a steadfast servant bound by loyalty and fear, carried out his duties with an air of both reverence and trepidation, never daring to question the boundaries set by his enigmatic master.

As Sunghoon settled into the eerie familiarity of his home, he embraced the darkness that permeated every corner, a reflection of his own existence. The castle stood as a sanctuary, a haven for his nocturnal pursuits and the embodiment of his immortal existence. Within those walls, the echoes of forgotten nights and whispered secrets painted a portrait of a vampire, caught between the realms of elegance and darkness, longing for companionship but forever steeped in the solitary existence of his immortal being.

"Pedro, where is Father's portrait? It was here this morning," Sunghoon demanded, his voice tinged with impatience, as he discarded his coat carelessly, letting it fall to the ground. Pedro, feeling a pang of distress, swiftly picked up the coat and diligently folded it, placing it with precision on his master's pristine bed sheets.

"Sir, we had an unexpected visitor this morning," Pedro replied, his tone a mix of concern and trepidation. Sunghoon, now dressed in a luxurious French-made robe, settled into his black sofa chair, fixing his gaze upon Pedro with raised eyebrows. "Well, was it a man or a woman? Provide me with more details," he insisted, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes demanding a thorough account.

Pedro, visibly flustered, began to stammer, his words faltering in his attempt to convey the information. Sunghoon, growing increasingly impatient, sighed audibly, frustration seeping into his voice. "Just spit it out already, Pedro," he exhorted, his eyes narrowing in anticipation of a swift response.

Finally, Pedro reached into his pocket and produced a postcard, which he handed to Sunghoon. The postcard bore the distinct markings of a blacksmith's shop. Sunghoon's curiosity was piqued as he and accepted the card, his gaze scanning the words inscribed upon it. The message remained shrouded in mystery, leaving him to wonder about the purpose and significance of this unexpected correspondence.

As Sunghoon pondered the implications of the postcard, a surge of curiosity mingled with apprehension coursed through his veins. The blacksmith's name, a mere inked signature, held the promise of a potential connection, a thread to unravel in his quest for answers. A hint of excitement danced in his eyes, contrasting with the darkness that perpetually clung to his existence.

In that moment, the portrait of Sunghoon's father remained momentarily forgotten, overshadowed by the enigma presented by the blacksmith's postcard. It was a tantalizing invitation to delve deeper into a world where mortal and supernatural entwined, where secrets lurked in every corner, waiting to be uncovered.

Sunghoon, the master of the castle and its secrets, leaned back in his chair, a calculated smile playing upon his lips. The allure of the unknown beckoned, and he was ready to embark on yet another journey, a dance of shadows and revelations that would shape the course of his immortal existence.

Sunghoon's grip tightened around his cloak as he hastily pulled it around his body, his eyes gleaming with a sense of urgency. "Don't wait up for me, Pedro. I shall return by sunrise tomorrow," he declared, his voice carrying an air of determination. With swift movements, he made his way to the front gate, ready to mount his black horse and ride off into the night.

However, before he could make his leave into the grazing field, Pedro, panting and breathless from his hurried pursuit, managed to catch up to Sunghoon. Gasping for air, he stretched out his hand, halting Sunghoon's departure. "Wait, before you go, you will need this," Pedro managed to utter between labored breaths.

Curiosity sparked in Sunghoon's eyes as he observed the ring that Pedro presented to him. The deep red ruby embedded within it seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy, resembling a drop of blood frozen in time. Sunghoon's gaze flickered from the ring to Pedro, questioning the purpose behind this unexpected gift.

"What is this for?" Sunghoon inquired, his voice laced with intrigue and skepticism. Pedro's hand gently patted Sunghoon's back, a gesture that caused a flicker of irritation to cross his face. With an arched eyebrow, he turned to face Pedro, awaiting an explanation.

"Sire, it is time for you to embrace the next chapter of your existence—to procreate and find a wife," Pedro stated, his voice filled with a mixture of solemnity and anticipation.

Sunghoon's gaze lingered on Pedro, a complex array of emotions passing through his eyes. The notion of finding a mate and continuing his bloodline stirred conflicting feelings within him. While he had become accustomed to the solitary existence of a vampire, the idea of companionship and creating offspring ignited a glimmer of longing within his immortal heart.

As Sunghoon contemplated the weight of Pedro's words, a myriad of possibilities danced before his mind's eye. The prospect of love, devotion, and the legacy he could leave behind seemed both alluring and daunting. At that moment, he realized the significance of the ring, symbolizing a turning point in his endless existence—a chance to embrace the complex tapestry of life, even in the shadowy realm of the undead.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Sunghoon accepted the ring, sliding it onto his finger. It seemed to merge with his essence, an emblem of the future he was poised to shape. As he mounted his horse and prepared to ride into the night, the weight of Pedro's words resonated within him, leaving him with a profound sense of purpose and a newfound determination to explore the uncharted territories of love and family, even amidst the darkness that encompassed his immortal being.

Sunghoon rode Iris, his majestic black horse, with a swift and graceful gait through the picturesque valley towards Grazefield. The wind whispered through his black cloak, billowing it behind him like an ominous flag. As he made his way, a palpable aura of darkness seemed to precede him, causing the villagers to retreat into their homes, shielding themselves and their loved ones from his enigmatic presence.

Eyes followed him from behind curtained windows, children were swiftly whisked away by their anxious parents, and even the normally fearless dogs and cats cowered, sensing the supernatural essence that surrounded Sunghoon. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to him, a reminder of the isolation he had grown accustomed to in the mortal world.

As Sunghoon dismounted Iris with a gentle pat on her sleek flank, his piercing gaze scanned the village. He observed the townsfolk, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, as they stole glances in his direction. The unspoken tension between them was palpable, a result of the folklore and legends that had woven themselves into the fabric of their lives.

Determined to accomplish his purpose, Sunghoon approached a villager with a polite and measured tone, his voice betraying a hint of the shadows that lay within him. "Excuse me, kind sir," he addressed the villager, his voice carrying a subtle allure. "Could you perhaps guide me to the dwelling of the esteemed blacksmith? I seek his expertise on a matter of great importance."

The villager, a middle-aged man with weathered features, hesitated for a moment, his eyes shifting nervously. The rumors and whispers surrounding Sunghoon's presence in the village lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of caution and curiosity. However, compelled by Sunghoon's commanding presence, the villager reluctantly offered directions, pointing towards a modest cottage nestled at the outskirts of the village.

"His dwelling lies just beyond the outskirts of Grazefield, on the path to the old mill," the villager responded, his voice tinged with a hint of trepidation. "But I advise you, stranger', exercise caution in your dealings with the blacksmith. He's a man of strong will and an affinity for the arcane."

Sunghoon inclined his head in acknowledgment, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Your warning is duly noted, good sir. I shall approach the blacksmith with the utmost respect and tread carefully in the realm of his craft."

With a gesture of gratitude, Sunghoon bid the villager farewell and set off on the path leading to the abode of the enigmatic blacksmith. Each step he took echoed with a quiet determination, the weight of his purpose guiding him forward. As the twilight sky deepened, casting an eerie glow over the village, Sunghoon pressed on, prepared to face the mysteries that awaited him in the realm of the blacksmith's forge.

As Sunghoon approached the mill house, hidden away in the depths of the forest, he lightly tapped on the weathered door. It swung open, revealing a woman standing before him, clad in a leather apron with soot-stained hands. He removed his black cloak hood, revealing his enigmatic features, and couldn't help but be surprised to find a woman in the role of the blacksmith.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Sunghoon couldn't help but inquire, "Are you the blacksmith's wife?" He chuckled, expecting a conventional response. However, his assumption was met with laughter from the woman. "I am the blacksmith, my friend. Is it because I am a woman that you assumed otherwise?" Sunghoon simply nodded, acknowledging his own preconceived notions.

The blacksmith, her laughter fading into a warm smile, invited Sunghoon inside her abode. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable while I fetch my daughter," she said, gesturing toward the worn chair. Sunghoon took a seat, his eyes scanning the workshop adorned with an assortment of tools and the mesmerizing glow of a forge.

Intrigued by the mention of her daughter, Sunghoon's curiosity grew. He wondered what role she played in the life of this unconventional blacksmith. Moments later, the woman's voice resonated through the house. "Taebetha! He's here. Hurry up!" she called out, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and excitement.

As the anticipation built, Sunghoon found himself intrigued by the arrival of the blacksmith's daughter. He pondered what significance she held in their meeting, and how she might add another layer of depth to his interaction with this unconventional family.

Minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the house, and a young woman burst into the room. Her eyes widened upon seeing Sunghoon, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing within them. She bore a striking resemblance to her mother, possessing the same determination and spark that radiated from the blacksmith.

With a charming smile, Sunghoon rose from his chair, extending a polite greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Taebetha," he said, his voice holding an air of intrigue. "Your mother speaks highly of your presence here. I sense there is something extraordinary about you."

Taebetha returned his smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and a hint of adventure. "Likewise, Sunghoon," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "I've heard stories of your travels and the darkness that surrounds you. Perhaps together, we can unravel the mysteries that lie within and forge something extraordinary."

Sunghoon's gaze locked with Taebetha's, their shared fascination with the unknown forging a connection at that very moment. Within the walls of the mill house, a union of unique talents and unconventional paths had converged, ready to embark on a journey that would weave together their destinies and shape the course of their intertwined lives.

As Taebetha extended her hand toward Sunghoon, anticipation coursed through him. He watched intently as her lips gently brushed against the back of his hand, igniting a spark that seemed to transcend mere physical contact. The electric connection between them sent a shiver down Sunghoon's spine, stirring a newfound desire within him.

He found himself mesmerized by Taebetha's presence, taking in every detail of her enchanting allure. Her smooth brown skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, accentuating the delicate curves of her body. Sunghoon's gaze lingered on her lustrous hair, noticing the subtle down that adorned her cheeks, adding to her irresistible charm.

Shaking himself out of his momentarily dazed state, Sunghoon regained his composure. He exchanged a knowing glance with Taebetha, a silent understanding passing between them. With a courteous nod to the blacksmith, they bid her farewell, promising to return soon with tales of their journey.

Sunghoon led Taebetha towards his loyal steed, the black horse named Iris, standing tall and imposing. Graciously, he extended his hand towards her, assisting her in mounting the horse. As she settled onto the saddle, he couldn't help but notice the closeness of their bodies, igniting a subtle fire within him.

With Taebetha securely seated behind him, Sunghoon tightened his grip on the reins and guided Iris onto the path that would lead them on their shared adventure. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth echoed through the night as they embarked on a journey filled with mystery, danger, and an undeniable connection.

As they rode together, the wind carried their laughter and whispers, weaving their shared desires and aspirations into the fabric of their bond. The darkness of the night seemed to cloak them in secrecy, allowing them the freedom to explore the depths of their newfound connection.

With each passing mile, Sunghoon and Taebetha's interactions grew bolder, their hands occasionally intertwining, their whispered conversations filling the air with an undeniable tension. The palpable chemistry between them fueled a mix of emotions – desire, curiosity, and the anticipation of the unknown.

As they ventured deeper into the night, the boundaries between them blurred, and the lines of their individual paths intertwined. Together, they embarked on a journey that would test their resolve, challenge their beliefs, and unravel the secrets that lay dormant within their souls.

Underneath the moonlit sky, with the steady gallop of Iris beneath them, Sunghoon and Taebetha embarked on a passionate odyssey that would forever change their lives. In this shared adventure, they would discover not only the depths of their desires but also the strength of their bond as they faced the darkness that awaited them, hand in hand.

Tabetha gently wrapped her hands around Sunghoon's waist, a gesture filled with affection and commitment. "Sunghoon, I want to be your wife," she expressed, her voice filled with sincerity. "But before we take that step, I have a request. Can we wait a little longer to be intimate? I'm currently on my period, my love."

Sunghoon remained silent for a moment, absorbing her words. With a tender smile, he responded, "Of course, Tabetha. There's no need to rush. Our love goes beyond physical intimacy." He carefully lifted Tabetha in his arms and carried her to her room within the magnificent castle in Romania, their newfound sanctuary.

Sunghoon led Tabetha to her room, revealing its cozy and inviting ambiance. "Here's your room, Tabetha. Rest up, as we have an exciting day planned for tomorrow," he shared warmly before preparing to leave the room. However, Tabetha couldn't help but express her confusion, saying, "But I thought newlyweds sleep together."

Sunghoon reached out and gently caressed her chin, locking eyes with her. "It's a tradition I must follow until our marriage date. After that, we can share the same sleeping quarters, alright?" he explained, giving her a playful eyebrow raise. Tabetha nodded and respectfully replied, "Yes, Sunghoon," bowing before him.

"And one more thing," Sunghoon added, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Please call me Sunghoon. I prefer that over being addressed as 'sir,' unless it's related to disciplinary matters."

Tabetha gently tugged on Sunghoon's arm, pulling him closer as she planted a sweet peck on his lips. "Could we make an exception to the tradition, just for tonight?" she pleaded, her voice filled with desire. With a longing gaze, she began unbuttoning Sunghoon's shirt, her fingers delicately tracing along his chest.

Sunghoon, feeling torn, slowly pushed her back, trying to resist the temptation. "Tabetha, I can't," he responded, his voice filled with restraint. However, her words and touch had ignited a deep longing within him. He let out a sigh, cupping her face gently, and gave her passionate kisses, his tongue intertwining with hers.

Gradually, he guided her to a small lounge chair, carefully seating her on it. His desire matching hers, he removed her underwear completely, his eyes filled with an intensity of longing. "Can I taste you, my love?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and passion.

Taebetha pulls Sunghoon closer to her, her breath quickening in anticipation. Arousal throbbing between her legs, she speaks in a low voice, "Do whatever you like, Sunghoon." His hands slide up the length of her body, raising up her dress before his tongue slides over her entrance. She gasps aloud and her body bucks beneath his touch as pleasure surges through her veins. Sunghoon grips her thighs, intensifying the sensation cresting inside her until she cries out in ecstatic release.

She trembled as Sunghoon loosened his belt, his hands gently sliding it through the buckle with practiced ease. His hands then moved to his buttons, undone one at a time. His shirt slid off and he stood there in all his glory, illuminated by the late afternoon sun. 

He looked down at her, his eyes soft and gentle as he slowly lowered his pants. He stood there, his gaze never leaving hers, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She looked into his eyes, searching for the answer to the question she dared not voice.

Sunghoon stepped closer to her, his voice low and gentle. "May I enter you?" He asked, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body. 

A slow nod was her only reply, and Sunghoon wasted no time in pushing himself into her. She gasped at the sudden intensity of the sensation, her hands contracting into fists against the sheets. He moved slowly at first, but gradually increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers and making her cry out in pleasure. 

She felt her head spinning, her body alive with sensation as they moved together. Sunghoon's movements became more and more passionate as his breathing grew heavier. She could feel her pleasure rising higher and higher until finally, she tumbled over the edge, her body shuddering in bliss. 

Sunghoon, too, seemed to lose himself in the moment, and soon she felt him calling out her name as he came. 

They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies still joined, before Sunghoon finally rolled off and lay beside her.

Taebetha shifted her gaze towards her beloved, Mr. Sunghoon, who would soon become her husband. At first, when her mother revealed that she was going to marry a vampire, Taebetha was filled with uncertainty. The idea of being with a man who relied on killing others for their blood was unsettling, and it sent shivers down her spine. As she sat upright on her bed, she instinctively caressed the side of her neck, where droplets of blood now trickled down.

Tabetha's vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over her like she had been drugged. Overwhelmed by the pain, she clutched her head and stumbled before collapsing lifelessly onto the floor, creating a resounding thud that echoed through the room. The sound caught Sunghoon's attention, and he swiftly rushed to her side. Taebetha's eyelids were shut tight, either due to exhaustion or fainting, and her breathing was shallow.

"Tabetha!"

 Sunghoon's voice reverberated with concern as he carefully lifted her and carried her back to the bed. Leaning his head against hers, he sought any sign of life, praying for her to still be breathing. Fortunately, her chest rose and fell, indicating that she was still alive, albeit disoriented and drained.

Sunghoon, realizing the impact of his actions, left the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of empathy wash over him..As Pedro trailed behind him, carefully monitoring his every move, he couldn't help but notice the weariness etched into his eyes.

"What's going on, Sunghoon?" Pedro asked with a look of confusion as Sunghoon hurriedly searched through his sleeping quarters, seemingly searching for a locked box.

Sunghoon frantically rummaged through his belongings, tossing items onto the floor in his haste. He finally found what he was looking for - a syringe.

"We should hurry before any changes occur."

Pedro waits for a moment before taking the syringe from Sunghoon's hand. He then respectfully bows to his master before heading into Taebeatha's room to administer the injection. As he watched, he noticed her wince in discomfort as the syringe was administered.

"It's almost over, miss," Pedro said with a concerned expression as he noticed her shaking from the effects of the injection.

As Pedro looked towards the door, he noticed Sunghoon standing there. He promptly got up and bowed to him, whispering something in his ear before leaving.

Sunghoon approached her with a composed demeanor, noticing that she appeared to have regained her composure after the intense emotional turmoil within her. Gently, he reached out and rested his hand on her rich, dark skin, delicately caressing her cheek. His gaze met hers, as he sought signs of vitality or vulnerability within her warm, brown Orbs.

He tried to gain her attention by snapping his fingers right in front of her face, despite her eyes remaining tightly shut due to the injection. Perplexed, he ran his fingers through his hair, puzzled as to why his spell wasn't having any effect. "What's happening? Why isn't it working?" he pondered, questioning himself. Casting another intense gaze into her eyes, he felt a gulp forming in his throat as he noticed her arm, devoid of life.

Time was running out, and he had to save her life. Failure was not an option, especially after failing to save his previous lover. Growing impatient, his eyes started to transform into a reddish hue, his fangs slightly revealing themselves. Succumbing to desperation, he sank his teeth into her skin, drawing her blood. However, even as he drank from her, there was no immediate response.

Gradually, her eyes began to flutter open, but her gaze shifted downward, fixing upon Sunghoon, who had traces of blood lingering on his mouth. 

As Tabetha stepped into the tub, a soothing cascade of hot water mingled with warm water enveloped her body, providing a sense of relaxation. Sunghoon joined her, entering the tub right after, and took a moment to glance at himself in the mirror. He carefully wiped away the remnants of blood from his mouth using a towel, his gaze then shifting to Tabetha as she began to cleanse her body, the water flowing over her skin.

Despite having recently indulged in Tabetha's delicious blood, Sunghoon found himself grappling with resurfacing sexual desires for her. He struggled to maintain self-control, knowing that his longing stemmed from the unique and enticing taste of her blood. It was an unfamiliar sensation, the desire to keep someone close solely for the pleasure their blood brought. Yet, he knew he must resist these urges and focus on their connection beyond the physical, as he cherished her presence beyond the confines of his thirst.

In the depths of Sunghoon's being, the seductive allure of Tabetha's blood continued to stir his primal instincts. The taste lingered on his lips, fueling a longing that was difficult to suppress. He fought an internal battle, torn between his insatiable desire and his genuine affection for her. As he gazed upon Tabetha, her body glistening with water in the dimly lit bathroom, his eyes betrayed his inner struggle. The lines between lust and love blurred, creating a potent cocktail of emotions within him. The connection they shared transcended mere physicality, and Sunghoon knew that succumbing to his desires would jeopardize what they could build together.

He mustered all his strength, forcing his eyes to meet hers. At that moment, he made a silent promise to himself to protect her, to cherish her not only for the intoxicating taste of her blood but for the person she was. With every fiber of his being, he fought to control his urges and channeled his energy into nurturing their emotional bond, knowing that their love went far deeper than any carnal desire could ever satisfy.

"Sunghoon," a voice echoed from the other side of the room, drawing Sunghoon's attention. He turned to see Tabetha, now standing there naked, her body on display. As he approached her, a surge of protective instinct washed over him. He reached out and handed her a towel, gently draping it around her curvy frame, ensuring her comfort and modesty.

"You know," she said, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow, "if you could be more honest with me, it would help me trust you a bit more." Her words struck a chord within Sunghoon, causing a surge of conflicting emotions. The instant urge to lie surged through him, driven by the fear of revealing his darkest secrets. Throughout his existence as a vampire, he had faced judgment and persecution, leading him to hide in the shadows of both the immortal world and the harsh, unforgiving realm of humanity.

He leaned in closer, his breath gently brushing against her skin, causing her to gasp involuntarily. "If I were to reveal my true nature to you," he whispered, his voice tinged with both longing and uncertainty, "would you promise to bear a child for me?"

#ambw kpop #enhypen fanfic #stream bite me #kpop black reader #vampires #enhypen ambw #sunghoon is a red flag #might need to bring some holy water because the priest is just ugh in the next chapter #lord forgive me for my sins on writing this

[mosinterlude]

━━ DON'T DATE MY BROTHER! ✦ please forgive me

✿ * 𓈀 synopsis :: Being Park Jimin's younger sister comes with pros and cons. Cons, Park Y/N will never experience a true day of peace in her life. Pros, they were able to became friend's with other idol's sisters, and even though they became friends because of their brothers, they stayed friends because they all fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. Only thing? Don't fall for anyone's brother. Easy enough, until Y/N exposes her two year crush on Nishimura Konon's brother, Nishimura Riki. Not just to Konon though, half the world.

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ꗃ : ˖ ۫ ◖ 𓂃 mo's interlude :: SLAYY I UPDATED FINALLY(has only been two days) school is hard and i hate it but i alos love jt it so much fun. anywys y/n really cant catch a break huh🤧🤧 but is she really making something out of nothing, or is her gut right?? who knows? 😁

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#don't date my brother! 🚫 #ddmb :: love letters 💌 #mo's interlude 🎧 #enhypen angst #enhypen au #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #enhypen smau #enhypen #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen riki #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen social au #enhypen riki x reader #enhypen ambw

[panjakes]

Jake with Black!Reader who loves Pink!

Ever since Jake met you he knew you loved anything girly and anything pink. Hell the day he met you, you were wearing pink

🩷

The first time he came too your house to hang out he was honestly shocked at how overly pink your room was.

🩷

The room had white colored walls but everything else was different shades of pink. From poster, your curtains, your desk, your bed frame and bedding. You were really a pink girlie.

🩷

If Jake didn’t know anything about you…he knew you loved the color pink.

🩷

He always bought you things and made sure they were in some shade or form of pink.

“Hey do you have this shirt in pink? I don’t think my girlfriend will wear it if it isn’t pink.”

He even had this amazing idea to take you too a park and have a pink picnic with you. He had managed to get only pink snacks for the two of you to enjoy. He brought paint and other things for you two to do

“Babe! Look, I got you these heart shaped cakes with pink frosting!”

You getting excited over anything being pink just brought a smile to his face.

“Babe! Look at this wall clock! It’s so cute!” You say pointing too the pastel pink clock with tiny pink hearts on the inside.

Jake just smiles and indulges in your love for pink. If it’s pink and you want it, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

🩷

Being with you for so long and see you around so much pink makes him love the color himself. He loves when you dress in different shades of pink. The color made your darkskin pop and you looked absolutely beautiful, he loves it.

🩷

When he’s out with the guys and he sees something pink he’ll get it for you. Rather it be a headband, a pair of socks or something for your room. He. Gets. It.

🩷

Of course the guys all tease him about it but he couldn’t care less. His girlfriend loved pink and he loved his girlfriend.

“Look, he’s buying something else for Yn.” “Of course he is, it’s pink and she’s obsessed with color pink.” “Hey! I can hear you!”

Overall…pink is your favorite color and Jake is your enabler when it comes to the pretty color pink.

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #x black reader #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop poc #x black!reader #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x black reader #enhypen jake #jake x reader

[sungboopdee]

Hey yall, so basically I'm obsessed with this heeseung cause he looks so damn fine 🤦🏽‍♀️ but anyways this is smutty asf so enjoy, decided that I wanna do hard thoughts but I have no ideas so please request some for me. I hope every one has a good day.

You just casually walk to your kitchen not knowing the affects you had on your boyfriend heeseung. You were wearing a black crop top and some very short shorts.

He sat on the couch just admiring till he couldn't take it any more and went to the kitchen and pressed his hard dick to your ass.

You gasp being surprised but then you felt hands traveling to your breast, squeezing your nipples. You just moan not being able to keep it in.

"Hmm, what are you trying to do to me with these little ass clothes on baby?" he asked kissing your neck from behind.

You don't respond and just enjoy his touch. He would put you on the kitchen counter and fuck you till you can't walk.

"All for me?" he asked and you nod repetitively as his thrusts get deeper and deeper.

"Good"

#enhypen ff #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen x black reader #ambw #kpop poc #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts

[kairoot]

voicemails heeseung sends. — ₊˚⊹

⟢ pairing : heeseung x black!fem!reader ➖ genre : fluff mostly ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, pet names

heeseung — jay — jake — sunghoon — sunoo — jungwon — ni-ki

i. g’morning mama, i had fun last night. i’m sorry i couldn’t stay.. maybe later tonight?

ii. hey baby, i know you went to the mall with y/f/n today. show me all the fits you got! i’d love to see how you look in them.

iii. ^ not just you! the clothes too, of course haha…

iv. oh you went to get your nails done today, right? lemme see?

v. hey baby, how was your day? tell me all about it, i love hearing you.

vi. babe, would you still love me if i was a worm? like seriously.

vii. come home soon? i wanna sing to you..

viii. i’m so tired. today’s schedule was a lot and we didn’t really get breaks. i miss you.

ix. baby, what are you doing right now? i miss you.. you wanna join my live real quick?

x. hey, i fell asleep on the game. where’d you go?

⟢ milan’s note: my sunghoon one was way better, i think i might redo this one 😭

taglist: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun (message or comment to be added)

#kairoot #enhypen #enhypen x reader #ambw enhypen #enhypen ambw #heeseung enhypen #enhypen heeseung #heeseung x black reader #heeseung ambw #heeseung x reader #heeseung x you

[hoonsangel]

RED:CARD-JAYKI SMAU

pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

genre: smau + written, fluff, angst, crack

warnings: profanity, probable cringe, I have no actual understanding of how twitr works so everything is wrong, im literally so unfunny its sad, and cliffhangers

fyi: y/n has no faceclaim but is a black reader (she/they)

ignore timestamps and dates

updates: every other day (hopefully)

taglist🔖: open

status: in progress

start: 8/15/22

end: tba

PROFILES- f4 hate club + riki - the true f4

000-prologue🎸

001-be fuckin fr.

002-where tf are you??

003-so it's a you problem.

004-did you miss me?

#enhypen smau #enhypen socmed au #enhypen social media au #jay x reader #niki x reader #jayki x reader #red:card #this is my first smau yall please be patient with me #enhypen ambw #jay x black reader #niki x black reader #kpop ambw #kpop poc

[yourmomni]

JAKE THOUGHTS...💭

Arguments with jake

Like you would say your part and he would say his then hes done and just walks away not even mad anymore but your still fuming

Like it started because he accused you of having an attitude earlier when he asked you a question but you never did

So when yall talk about it he's like " I was just saying you didn't have to do all that the situation wasn't that serious for you to get upset." And your just like 😦 " I was never upset wtf are you talking about." And he just apologizes and walks off

But now your mad because he thought you had an attitude when you didn't

" I'll show him an attitude."

" hey babe can you hand me that towel please."

" fuck off jake."

Now he's surprised and confused " WOAH WOAH WHATS GOING ON."

You just walk past him but he grabs your arm. " hey I was talking to you."

" oh I'm sorry honey." Throws towel at his face storming away from him

Poor baby is still confused " I love you." Door slams

But don't worry you can't stay mad at him forever. He comes to check up on you and your back is on the head board of your bed while you skim through Netflix looking for something to watch. He shuffles over flopping on the bed resting his head in your lap. Without noticing you Start playing with his blonde locks twisting the strands with your fingers and rubbing his scalp. " I'm sorry for assuming you had an attitude." He apologized in a calm sleepy voice. " it's okay I'm not mad." He nuzzle into your stomach and calm sign leaving his lips

" but if you ever do it again I will raise hell in this house." You kissed his cheek feeling his chest vibrate by his laugh. " Yeah right."

#black reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #black reader x kpop #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #jakesim x black reader #jake enhypen #ambw kpop #jake sim #sim jake #enha fluff #enhypen #black girls are pretty too #enhypen x black reader

[jaeyunlover]

This is why we can’t be together

2020/6/18

Graduation day

Today was the final day of high school, I was finally escaping this hell hoe. This place I’ve been captivated by was now out of my reach after today.

“Now crossing the stage is (y/n)(l/n) hour 4 year honors student, she has been able to make it through all 4 years of high school with a 4.5 gpa, she is someone to look up to with that being said let’s hear a few words from ms.(L/N)” the principal said making everyone applaud me as I walked on stage, but for some reason I felt this strange feeling in my chest as I approached the mic.

The fuck was going on with me did reality hit me once and for all? “Hello fellow students,parents and administrators, I would like to say thank you for all the support and encouragement I received during this year. I want to thank everyone for all of the help and positive energy that you gave me, I know this seems last minute but it’s not Much to say. I hope the next chapter of my life is filled with surprises and good news. I hope I can inspire others and the next graduating year to do there best (y/n)(l/n) signing out” I said throw my cap in the air making the other graduates do the same.

As the ceremony began to come to an end and I bid my farewells to the other students I realized reality had hit me across the head like a drunk man out of his mind, Getting inside my car I got a call from my mother and father “sorry we couldn’t make it we were…” “busy” my father said interpreting my mother, but of course I knew they were making excuses “it’s fine, it’s not like this is the first time you couldn’t make it to something important to me”I said smiling and hanging up, I sighed as I put my head on the steering wheel thinking of what I could’ve done so wrong that everyone just neglects me but it doesn’t matter now it’s all over after graduating I decided to move. Yeah that’s what I’ll do. I’ll just move. No one can find me and I have a start.

Getting interrupted by my thoughts. from a knock on my window it was my crush that I had like since my freshman year he’s always been so nice to me. How could I not like him his name was Amari Miller a.k.a. first love, but I guess he didn’t realize that I liked him or he dated just did not want to acknowledge it. I wasn’t the prettiest little bunch, but, I still show effort and affection. “ Hey Amari, how are you? I haven’t seen you since you know.” I said blushing. “Oh yeah about that you know I’ve been studying. Everly didn’t have time to hang out it was our last year” Amari said. “oh yeah, totally I understand. Of course you thought about any colleges you’re going to” I said stuttering “um no not yet. I’ve just decided after school is going to help my family with their business.” he said awkward smile “ oh that seems nice” I said looking at the window “how about you?” he asked “well, I’m going out of the country to study abroad.” I said, a little happy “WHAT REALLY!” He said a little shocked “yeah” I giggled “why” he ask with a smitten look.

No, why was he looking like that? What was really going on? “Oh I guess just to start over” I said “what about emory he’s gonna be so upset” he said huh? The fuck is he saying

“Why would he be upset” I asked confused “ah , you see I came her to ask if you would want to go on a double date with me and Emory” he said stammering over his words “oh… and who would you go with?” I ask with a sad look on my face. This was torture I knew it “my crush,Sasha” he said with a blush like smile on his face “oh my friend” I said dead like “I see, so you wanted me to ask her to come with me because your to scared to ask for yourself” I asked him playing with my thumbs “well I’m not scared but yeah” he said still smiling “hey Amari” I called out looking out the window “you aren’t aware of anything are you” I said with tears running down my face not looking his way. “ y/n what -what are you talking about” he asked clearly knowing what I’m talking about “I like you Amari , didn’t you know?” I said wiping the tears off my face to turn to him only to see him with the most disgusted look in his eyes I’ve ever seen “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT Y/N” he yelled in the car “IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE”he continue to yell “yeah, I’m joking” I said forcing myself to laugh “oh y/n you had me scared for a moment” he said join in the laughter “damn so if it was true you were gonna yell at me” I said still “laughing” “no, I just knew you were joking , to be honest if you were serious I would have just got outta the car and left and acted as if I didn’t hear anything” he said laughing.

I just sat there looking at him with a sharp pain in my chest “hey y/n” said loitering his words “you were serious weren’t you?” He questioned I just sat there  contemplating whether I should answer him or not but the answer he gave me made me realize I didn’t want to answer so I gave him the most stink look in the world and told him to get out of my car. I think he already knew the answer to question after that day, I went M.i.a. And apparently Sasha and him had officially started dating. They still try to get in contact with me day after day, but I just don’t answer. What was I gonna do?

TBC….

Official drop hehehe

#enha x reader #enhypen #tumblr milestone #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x you #heeseung x reader #jake smau #enhypen angst #jay enhypen #enha #jake x reader #jake enhypen #enhypen hyung line #enhypen series #kpop enhypen #enhypen smut #enha imagines #enha smau #enha smut #enha jay #enha heeseung #enha scenarios #enha fluff #enha sunoo #heeseung enha #enha reactions #jake enha #black women #asian men #ambw kpop

[wonbinisbabygurl]

Important message from author

I'm am so hoping no one makes smut of Niki from enhypen it's scares me to think that when he officially becomes 18 y'all about to have a frenzy with it so please do not and i repeat do not write any smut about minors who just turned 18 it doesn't sit right with me and it could make someone uncomfortable

(Reposting is allowed for this post just credit me and then tag me your response for feedback 😊)

#enhypen ambw #ambw kpop #poc kpop #kpop black reader #enhypen

[mosinterlude]

━━ DON'T DATE MY BROTHER! ✦ close one(why the fuck do you hate me when you're all i have now?)

suggested tracks to listen to :: matilda - harry styles. fourth of july - sufjan stevens. good looking - suki waterhouse. brand new city - mitski.

✿ * 𓈀 synopsis :: Being Park Jimin's younger sister comes with pros and cons. Cons, Park Y/N will never experience a true day of peace in her life. Pros, they were able to became friend's with other idol's sisters, and even though they became friends because of their brothers, they stayed friends because they all fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. Only thing? Don't fall for anyone's brother. Easy enough, until Y/N exposes her two year crush on Nishimura Konon's brother, Nishimura Riki. Not just to Konon though, half the world.

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ꗃ : ˖ ۫ ◖ 𓂃 mo's interlude :: god every time im like 'maybe we can save jimin this chapter-" NOPE. we all gon be ddmb! jimin antis for a good mf minute im sorry.

ꗃ : ˖ ۫ ◖ 𓂃 taglists :: ddmb taglist. @a-era @ijustmetyouandthisiscrazy @oddeonu @bigtoewinwin @szniki @meiiiwa @doggolovesblog @artstaeh @nomniki @tzyuki @lcv3lies @nikilvr @wonieleles @seosracha perm taglist. @jangwonie @strwberrydinosaur @luv4vernon

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[panjakes]

Can I get dad!Yoongi comes back from tour and his daughter and black wife come pick him up from the airport? Also I love your writing❤️

Thank you!!!❤️🫶🏼

Yoongi couldn’t wait for this damn plane to land and everyone could tell. Jimin who was sitting next to him smirked before nudging him a bit.

“Can’t wait too see the family?” He asks

“It’s been a while since I’ve physically seen them…and I just wanna be in my bed” he mumbles making jimin laugh

“Yeah I feel you” jimin says making yoongi side eye him

“Well, on the bed part” jimin says making yoongi nod and chuckle

Before he could respond the flight attendant announced they would be landing soon. Yoongi didn’t wait to pull out his phone sending you a quick text.

Not wasting time to get his overhead bag and getting into the isle to get off the plane. The rest of the members laughing at his excitement

After being the first person off the plane, yoongi did wait for his members who met him inside the airport.

Staring down at the watch on his wrist looking at the time

“Are you going to eat? I want food” jungkook says as the rest of the members walk over to yoongi

“Took you long enough” yoongi mumbles taking the sunglasses off his face

“We get it! You miss the family! Gosh” Jin says rolling his eyes as they start to walk

“Don’t be upset because you don’t have your own family to go home to.” Yoongi mumbles

Yoongi looked around the empty airport. It was slightly dark outside and there was surprisingly no cameras and no army inside which he was glad for

He looked down at his phone to see where you parked.

Stepping outside in front of the airport yoongi and the guys looked around for you and the tiny angel.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile when he looked over across the street and seen you holding your three year old daughter who was holding a sign with different colors and sparkles.

“Mommy!! It’s daddy!” He heard her scream

“I know babygirl! Let’s go get him” you say smiling at her

Yoongi waited for the two of you to cross the street. Your daughter kicked her legs ready to get out your arms and into yoongi's.

"daddy!! Hi!" She shouts waving her tiny hand

"Hi princess" Yoongi says pulling you and the small child into a hug. Leaning over to kiss your forehead then your daughters. Yoongi sighs in relief at finally being home

"Look!" Your daughter says holding up the sign she made almost hitting you with it

"she insisited that we make you a sign" You say playfully rolling your eyes

"It pretty?" she ask looking at yoongi with her big wide eyes. He chuckles before running his hand through her curls

"Very pretty princess. Whats going on with your hair?" Yoongi asks noticing her hair wasnt in its usual twist or braids with beads

"She gave me a hard time when I tried to do it. So shes rocking the baby fro" You say

"Hey yn you cooking?" Jungkook asks walking over to the three of you

"Excuse you? Cant say hello to my wife?" Yoongi asks

"Dont do that, me and yn are cool like that. I'm just hungry" Jungkook says waving yoongi off

"Uncle Kookie!"

"Hi pea! Where you good for mommy?" He asks taking your daughter from yoongi,

"Yeah!" She screams excitedly

"Yeah Im cooking but it'll be later. Me and ava had pancakes" You say pushing her air out of her face

"Yeah later, now go away so I can have my family to myself" Yoongi says grabbing ava from jungkook

Jungkook glares at him before smacking his lips and looking over at you.

"He cried the third day on tour because he said he missed you guys" Jungkook says pointing at yoongi who smacks his lips

"I did not" Yoongi says

"He did, the stylist had to redo his makeup he was crying so much" Jungkook says making yoongi push him a little bit

"Get out of here" He says making jungkook laugh and leave

"I did not cry" Yoongi mumbles

"well Ava did" you say making her gasp

“Mommy! Stop!” She says feeling embarrassed

“Yeah mommy stop! She’s a big girl” yoongi says making your daughter agree

“Yeah whatever, get in the car I know your tired” you say patting his back

“Daddy can we play?” Ava asks

“Ava daddy’s tired you can play tomorrow” you say walking over to the car

“No tomorrow” she says pouting as yoongi puts her into her car seat

“It’s okay princess we can play all night” yoongi says kissing her forehead making her giggle

You shrug going over to the drivers side to open it but yoongi quickly shuts it and shakes his head

“What’re you doing?” You ask

“I’m driving” he says

“No baby your tired. I can drive” you say

Yoongi ignores you taking the keys from your hand and pushes you over to the passenger. You sigh and obey anyway.

The car ride home was filled with you filling yoongi in on what happened while he was gone. Everything was about Ava but yoongi was glad to hear.

Once you three were settled inside the house, Ava immediately pulled yoongi too her big pink purple and yellow room filled with every toy a three year old could have

While you were in the kitchen you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Ava’s loud giggles. Sooner or later the giggles were no longer heard.

Just as you turned off the stove, you walk upstairs to Ava’s room to find yoongi in her tiny bed and her in his lap. You take out your phone taking a pictures smiling. You knew he was tired.

Before you could wake him up you heard someone knock on the door. You go down the stairs to open it to find jungkook

“Oh so you was serious about getting this plate” you say letting him in

“Of course! Where’s yonngi and Pea?” He asks

“Asleep. They played for about two hours” you say going to make his plate

“Really? Alright I won’t bother y’all. I’ll get my plate and go” jungkook says following you too the kitchen

“Take some to jimin and taehyung” you say handing him the extra plates

“Nah I think I’ll keep them to myself” he says laughing

“Bye jungkook” you say laughing

“Bye Yn! Thanks for the food” he says opening the door and leaving.

You make yoongi and Ava’s plate putting them in the microwave knowing they’d probably wake up at the same time and want to eat.

After cleaning the kitchen you go back to Ava’s room to check on the two. They were still sleeping just in a new position that made you laugh.

Yoongi was on his back with his feet hanging off the end off the tiny bed with Ava laying on his back.

You don’t say anything. You just take another picture and go to your bedroom. Quickly showering and getting dressed.

Getting into the bed yoongi wasn’t far behind

“Wassup baby” you say making him glare at you

“Ain’t no wassup, why didn’t you wake me up to get in the REAL bed” he says making you chuckle

“You looked comfortable so I left you alone” you say shrugging

“Bullshit. You know that plastic bullcrap isn’t comfortable. Plus Ava kicked me in the mouth” he says rubbing at his jaw

“How?” You ask chuckling

“I don’t know but I do know I’m going to bed” he says climbing into the bed throwing his arm around your waist

“Okay goodnight” you say turning off your lamp and turning you attention back to Netflix

Soon enough yoongi was back lightly snoring and you were watching some reality show on Netflix. Not even 25 minutes later Ava came into the room with a pout

“Mommy!! Daddy left again!” She says sadly

“No he didn’t he’s right here baby” you say pointing to the sleeping man

She peeks over and immediately runs over to the big king size bed. She tries her hardest to get into the bed but she just couldn’t so she pats yoongis leg

“Daddy! Help” she says making you giggle at her cute little voice

Yoongi groans grabbing her from under her arms and putting her in between the two off you. He kisses her forehead and pats her stomach

“Go to sleep pea” he mumbles

“Okay” she mumbles snuggling closer to yoongi

You smile at the two before turning the tv off and snuggle into your daughter and yoongi.

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Subway Lovers | JAKE SIM X BLK READER

Summary: you were only a stranger on a train that jake had loved in between.

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A/N: This piece is based on something I read in a book called One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston [You lock eyes with someone ,you imagine a life from one stop to the next and you go back to your day as if the person you loved in between doesn't exist anywhere but on the train]

This is my first time writing a ENHYPEN fanfic so yeah I just wanted to try since I thought this piece fitted him. 🥺

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That's all it took was a few minutes for Jake to fall in love with you. A complete stranger on the subway sitting across from him.

You and him took the same commute, at the same time, every day. Fate. Jake would call it. But he's fallen in love with so many people on this same subway before, people he never saw again but still wonders how they were doing or if they had something to eat for the day and not just their overpriced iced coffee that they called a meal. Now his life was with you.

And Jake saw you dancing barefoot around his living room in nothing but his T-shirt, singing along to a Patti LaBelle song that you liked since you were seven.

And on the weekends Jake eat Pad Thai with you in your small studio apartment that you couldn't really afford rent for but you somehow, always made the payments to your landlord, who was a heavy chain-smoker so your apartment smells of Newports because the landlord was also the maintenance man who needed to smoke anytime he fixed anything.

And Jake likes to think about the inside jokes you two share, the ones your friends and his never get.

And Jake reads your favorite book. The one you lent him, with the worn out cover that's barely hanging on for dear life. Pages where annotated, and Jake made a few of his own, and leaving smaller comments in places you had wrote something about what you thought of that scene, or a certain character or the way the author did a thing with words that made you feel nostalgic and longed for something you didn't know you lost.

And Jake would never shy a way from telling you how pretty your eyes are. How he saw a million versions of you just behind the subtle color of them. And he would wonder what he looked like in your eyes.

But He's a stranger. You're a stranger. Just two strangers going your separate ways when the train stops. So did his life with you.

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