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turbulentt · 4 years

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Dirty Laundry

genre: smut | gangster!wonwoo x gn!reader

word count: +3.6k

warning: explicit content, a bit of angst, kind of gangster au?, oral, daddy kink

summary: you’ve known wonwoo for a few years now and, even if your feelings grow stronger by the minute, you’re scared of what might happen if you fall in love completely. on the other hand, wonwoo is tired of waiting.

Messages on

You: Wonwoo, where u @?

Wonwoo: I'm at Mingyu's. Why?

You: I was just wondering if u wanted to come by

Wonwoo: I still have some things to take care of

But as soon as I'm done I'll head over to u

You: Thanks and... be careful

Wonwoo: Sounds like u don't know me, I'm never careful

Messages off

It has been over two years since you got stuck on an elevator with Wonwoo. In the beginning, neither you nor your friends liked him due to the rumors that circled about him, but after a deep talk and some laughs, you felt like you could understand him better.

Everyone you came across always told you "Don't even go near him." or "He's nothing but trouble." or even "You're too pure to be around him, he'll put you in danger.". Of course, you got scared. What is he? Some kind of gangster?

Yes. He actually is.

Well, that's not the truth. He was a gangster. Not anymore. But you don't trust him enough to believe he already left that life.

He said he gave up on those habits because of you. Because he fell in love with you and wanted to make you happy at any cost. Although his persistence won't let him give up on you, you still haven't replied to his feelings. That makes him sad and you know it, but you're too afraid to end up hurt.

One hour and a half after exchanging texts he finally arrives at your house. But when you open the door the first thing you see is the bloodstains on his clothes. You don't get worried since you know, for sure, that that blood belongs to another person.

"I can explain." is the only thing he can say.

You step away from the door with a sad expression on your face while he comes in and follows you into the kitchen.

"Explain what, Wonwoo? I knew this was going to happen." you say paying more attention to the food you're cooking "You already know where the clean clothes are. Dinner will be ready in no time." you continue without even looking at him.

"But can I explain myself first? Please," he begs as he tries to come close to you.

You walk away from him, placing stuff on the table and preparing it.

"I'm tired of your excuses." you sigh.

As you hear him walk away from the room you sit down on one of the chairs and rest your head on your hands.

"Why do you always do this to me? Does it feel good playing with my emotions?" you groan and hit the table furiously.

"It smells good." he smiles while entering the kitchen and coming near you.

You just shrug in response and head over to the table placing the food in it.

"Sit down. Let's eat," you say coldly and he obeys.

As the two of you start eating you know his eyes are laying on you and he tries several times to say something but eventually gives up every time.

"Stop it Wonwoo, that's annoying," you say finally looking at him.

"Can you just hear me out? It's really not what you're thinking." he smiled nervously while begging once more. "Damnit Wonwoo. Why can't I resist you?" you think to yourself looking at him.

"Be fast and spare me from the lies." you huff and see a smile forming in his lips.

"Thank you." he says before telling you what actually happened "I was at Mingyu's helping him taking care of his mom 'cause she's sick. You can ask him after, you know he'd never lie to you.", you agree quietly and he continues "When I left to come here I stumbled across a puppy who was hit by a car and I took him to the nearest vet." he explains because of the blood you saw earlier.

At this point, you were already filled with guilt for not wanting him to explain in the first place, but you still wondered if that was really true.

"Now I understand, I'm sorry for not letting you explain yourself before," you say a little ashamed and he smiles awkwardly.

"It's okay, baby. I know my past doesn't really help me, but I told you I'm working it out..." his smiles widens and you can see the lust in his eyes "...because of you."

You blush and quickly turn your attention to the food in front of you. You hear him chuckle at your embarrassment as he also keeps eating.

Suddenly your phone rings as you receive a couple of messages from someone. Wonwoo glances at your phone with a suspicious look and his face becomes red seeing the name 'Soonyoung' on the screen.

"Why is he texting you so frenetically?" he says with a low tone.

"He's jealous." you think.

"He probably just wants to talk to me. Isn't that normal?" you tease him. "Whatever." he just cliques his tongue and finishes his food.

You finish yours as well and get up to put the dishes in the sink. He follows you and as he leans to place his dish he lays a wet kiss on the skin of your neck.

"W-what was that for?" you stutter while pushing him away. "Don't deny it. You loved it," he smirks and walks away to the living room. "Don't be a pervert!" you shout from the kitchen.

As you're leaving the kitchen towards the living room you read Soonyoung's messages and laugh at what he told you.

"What's so funny?" Wonwoo asks from the couch with an annoyed expression. "Nothing," you say while sitting next to him.

You keep texting Soonyoung and occasionally watching the movie but not paying much attention. You can hear Wonwoo groan beside you each time you giggle with a message. He loses his temper and snatches your phone from your hand.

"Pay attention to me. Only me." he groans while moving closer to you.

You stay paralyzed as he keeps leaning, making your faces closer and closer every second.

"Wonwoo..." you mutter looking at him.

"What? You don't like this?" he makes you lay on the couch staying on top of you "You're so submissive for me." he smirks and you just look away blushing. "No." he places his hand on your chin and makes you face him "I want you to look at me."

He gets closer to your neck and starts leaving kisses all over it. His soft and wet lips make you lose your senses and you let out a gentle moan as he grabs your thighs firmly.

"Why does this feel so good? Why is he so good?" you think to yourself while closing your eyes with pleasure. He raises his head from your neck and tries to kiss your lips but you turn your head and suddenly get out from under him.

"T-this is not happening." you stutter still a little stunned from what just happened and get away from him. "Come on, baby. I've been craving you for so long." he gets up and starts walking towards you. Without much space to run you just sprint to your room and close the door.

"I can't give you what you want, Wonwoo. Not now." you sigh and mutter quietly.

Messages on

You: U can stay if you want

But I'm not coming near u

Wonwoo: Are u really going to leave me here alone?

With a big ass boner? That's cruel, baby

You: Are u really?

Wonwoo: Get out of the room and see for yourself

You: I'm not leaving

Wonwoo: Then I'll just send u a pic

You: Don't u dare

Wonwoo: [media file]

Too late, baby

You: Wow... it's hum big

Wonwoo: U're still not leaving?

I'm suffering here, baby

You: I don't care

I'm not falling on ur trap

Wonwoo: Is that so? What a shame

If u don't come to me, I'll go to u

I wonder if there's a spare key...

You: Don't go through my stuff!

I don't have spare keys

Wonwoo: Is that so? Then care to explain what's this

[Media file]

You: I told u to not go through my stuff, Wonwoo!

Put that back right now!

Wonwoo: Make me, baby

Messages off

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching your room. He must have the keys and will not hesitate to enter for sure. Once he enters you won't have any place to escape to and resisting him will be impossible. Something in Wonwoo makes it hard to refuse him.

"If you opened the door yourself it would be a lot easier." his voice says from the other side. "What do you want from me?" you question already on the edge of giving up "Why do you play with me like this, Wonwoo?".

As soon as you asked that a weird silence settled in and, not sure if he was still there, you called his name but he didn't answer. Thus you decide to open the door just to see a sad Wonwoo sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the wall.

"What's wrong?" you ask worried at the sudden mood change. "You'll never believe in me, will you?" he raises his head and you feel like a dagger went through your heart, he was... crying?

"Wonwoo, you're crying?" you ask still in disbelief, no one has ever seen Wonwoo cry, not even his best friend Mingyu.

"Yes, I am." he says sharply "I'm crying because you think you're getting hurt but you're only hurting me instead. I also have feelings, even tho I don't always show it. But I've told you several times about how I feel about you and now I know why I don't share my feelings often." he states in a mix of sadness and annoyance.

You just stay there staring at him with pity in your eyes not really knowing what to do. He was crying because you hurt him. Him. The boy who feared nothing and no one was on your floor crying his feelings out for you.

"I love you." you quickly say and not waiting for a response you hug him tightly.

He returned your hug and accommodated himself in your arms just like a little child. After a few minutes, he stopped sobbing and you smiled relieved. After all, Wonwoo was really a sensitive little boy inside of a big man's body. Only now you realized how unfair and judgmental you were being with the person you most loved.

"You love me?" he whispers happily pulling you back from your thoughts. "I do. I always have," you state a little embarrassed and he finally faces you. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he tilts his head in confusion. "I guess I was just too afraid of commitment, I'm sorry for hurting you." you caress his cheek and he smiles.

"I love you too," he states. "I know." you smile.

"I think you should make up for all the pain you made my little heart go through." he pouts fakely with a completely different expression from earlier.

He's back.

"What do you want?" you ask naively.

He looks down at his pants and you follow his eyes with yours. His erection from earlier was now half gone but you knew it wouldn't take too long for it to be full again.

"Is that all you think about, you pervert?" you roll your eyes and stand up offering your hand to him.

"Basically." he grabs your hand but instead of getting up, he pulls you down again to sit on his lap "Don't you dare to try to run away from me again. I'll punish you, baby."

You surrender completely hypnotized by his touch. He grabbed your thighs firmly and brought you even closer to him. Roughly, but still careful, he pulls your hair back making sure your neck is totally exposed to him. You close your eyes tightly as you feel his wet lips taste your skin. He started leaving marks all over it, making sure they were visible enough for everyone to see.

"S-stop, I have classes tomorrow.." you whine but he keeps doing as if he didn't hear you "W-Wonwoo." his name leaves your mouth almost in a moan and he smirks satisfied.

"You're mine." he says firmly and stands up with you in his arms "I have to make sure everyone knows it." he walks to your room and throws you to the bed.

He climbs up on the bed quickly and without any hesitation, he takes your lips in his. Wonwoo kissed you like there was no tomorrow, he was so needy and you shared the same feelings.

"You make me crazy, Wonwoo." you thought running your hands through his hair trying to deepen the kiss even more.

You break apart from the kiss and stare deeply into each other's eyes. The vision you had was extremely hot and provocative. Wonwoo was on top of you, painting like a thirsty dog, with is messy hair falling in his face and a pair of lustful eyes gazing at you.

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to fuck me?" you say in a husky voice, that made him even more aroused.

"Eager aren't we?" he smirks taking your shirt off "You're so fucking beautiful." he groans eating you only with his eyes.

He sets down a slow trail of kisses without taking his eyes off you. His gaze was so powerful that you could cum by looking at him. When finally reaching your pants he starts to open them in an annoying and provocative slow pace. You whine for him to hurry but he ignores your words once again.

"Beg, baby. Beg for me.".

"You know I don't beg, Wonwoo. Just take it off for fuck's sake." you groan but he is too persistent and wants everything his way. "Come on. Just say the words and I'll do as you desire," he smirks and you just sigh defeated.

"Please... daddy." you blush immediately after saying those words and his wild side is activated.

He quickly gets rid of all the clothes, both his and yours and gets on the bed again. You look at his length and gulp with a bit of concern in your eyes, he notices your expression and caresses your cheek.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you, baby." he smiles making you less anxious and more comfortable.

You nod in agreement and he kisses you again while slowly running his hands across all your naked body.

He stands up to get his pants and from his pocket, he takes out a condom and you watch while he puts it on. He has everything always prepared.

While distracting you with the kiss he carefully places his member on your entrance and slides it in. You break from the kiss to let out some painful moans and he kisses you again to ease the pain.

He just stays still in place waiting for your approval to start moving. Slowly your pain becomes pleasure.

"Can I go, baby?" he gently asks and you nod.

He starts slow but strong enough to make you let out louder moans. At each one of your moans he gets more and more turned on and his pace becomes faster and wilder.

"W-Wonwoo...", as he hears his name come out of your mouth he loses all his sanity and comes out of you just to enter again, roughly and madly.

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow." you think while scratching his back and spreading your legs to give him more access.

He comes out of you suddenly and you whine looking at him. He smirks at your desperation and kisses your skin from your neck to your ear.

"You should apologize for ignoring me before, baby." he takes his member and teases you by rubbing it in your entrance. "I.. I didn't." you tease.

You were playing his game as well and you wouldn't let him win that easily. Teasing him was too good.

"Is he better than me?" he bites your earlobe and rubs his member a little harder making you bite your lip. "I never tried with him to know." you tease and see his expression change completely. He was not happy at that response. "You're gonna need to be punished. Bad baby," he says standing up.

He stands in front of you as you look at him confused.

"Come here. Now." he says in a dominant tone and you hesitate "Do I need to repeat myself?" he says impatiently.

"No.." you stand up in front of him "..daddy," you smirk and he bites his lip. "Don't tease me, baby." he groans in frustration "On your knees."

"What?" you pretend to not understand and he grabs you closer by your hip. "On. Your. Knees. Now." he spanks your right thigh and you let out an unexpected moan "If you don't obey, I'll do it harder, baby."

You do as he says and kneel on the floor in front of him. He smiles satisfied and pets your head. "Good baby." he bites his lower lip looking at you and continues "Now, make daddy feel good. Will you?".

You slowly look away from his eyes to his hard cock in front of you and understand what he wants. You take it in your hand and start making up and down movements. Stroking it as well as possible, making him throw his head back in pleasure. As you hear his low tone moans you start moving faster but no, you still weren't satisfied.

You look at him and decide to take his cock in your mouth. Surprised by your warmth he lets out a loud moan and looks at you only to see a vision that turned him on even more, if that was even possible.

"Oh baby... you feel so good.." he grabs your hair slowly and starts making hip movements.

He loses his senses and starts to thrust into your mouth. Because of his sudden action, you gag a little but soon you start to keep up with his movements.

"I'm... I'm 'gonna cum.." he moans out and quickens his movements.

Moments later you feel a warm liquid fill your mouth and he slowly comes out of you. You swallow it looking directly at him and he smirks with his standard dirty look.

You get back on the bed and spread your legs wanting him to finish what he started before. He sits on the bed and taps his lap.

"Ride me."

Without losing any time you hop on his lap and begin a thirsty kiss. He grabs you by your thighs and, as he kisses you dominantly, he places you close to his member. You slide down making him enter you slowly.

You moan loudly as you feel him fill you entirely and start riding him quickly and desperately. He keeps his hands on your hips guiding your movements. Your hands are on his shoulders to help you support your body and as the pleasure runs through your body you scratch his skin.

"I... I'm almost t-there.." you are able to say in-between of the moans.

You quicken your pace and he squeezes your thighs roughly, and probably it will leave a bruise, as he feels his climax coming. You cum with a loud moan and he follows you right after. Wonwoo helps you lay on the bed and he lays beside you with a bright smile. You both look at each other and let out a sigh of happiness.

"Do you have any idea of how long I've been waiting for this?" he covers both of you with the covers and lays on his side to look at you. "I have a slight idea. I have to be honest, I've been wanting to do this for a while too." you smile looking back at him. "Then does this mean we're dating?" he smirks. "Bitch." you giggle at his question "Did you even ask?"

"To be fair I've been asking for the past two years. You're the one who hasn't been responding." he pouts like a baby. "Oh... that's true." you say embarrassed "But it's a yes. I'll date you, Wonwoo."

Messages on

You: Hey Mingyu ♡

Mingyu: Heyyy

Wassup?

You: I wanted to ask you smth

Was Wonwoo with u today?

Mingyu: Yeah. Why?

Why this sudden interest in him? U in love?

You: It's just curiosity

But really? He was with u? Don't joke :c

Mingyu: Then why did you take so long to answer?

You're using ':c' now? He really got into you, literally and metaphorically

I'm telling the truth, he was with me. He also left in a hurry bc he was going over to your house

You: Thank you, Gyu

Yeah he did "got into me"

Mingyu: HE DID? YOOOO~

I'M THROWING A PARTY

You: Stop overreacting, Guy

Mingyu: I. AM. NOT.

Wonwoo didn't have sex with not even a single soul for the past two years

He was always telling me that it was bc he was waiting for u

Bc u were the one

You: Did he really? Omg

Thanks for telling me this, Gyu

You're an angel

Mingyu: I know, I know

Messages off

You turn off your phone smiling like a child who just received the best gift. As you turn to your side you face a sleeping Wonwoo and you just stare at him happily. Slowly, trying to not wake him up, you caress his hair and kiss his forehead.

"Thank you for waiting for me, Wonwoo," you whisper.

You seek comfort between his arms and eventually end up falling asleep.

"Always," he whispers lightly.

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annebrontesrequiem · 7 years

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Hmn this might be werid but I'm in the mood for angst, rfa + minor trio(MY baes) somehow injurying mc really badly maybe even leaving a permanent scar or something, if they were in an argument or etc, happy or bad ending u'r choice abd it's okay if u don't do this if it makes u uncomfortable

Zen

• He knew he wasn’t supposed to do it

• He knew it was bad for him, that it could very well kill him

• He was going good so far, he hadn’t smoked in two months, and hadn’t gotten too drunk in about six weeks

• You were happy about that, and honestly, he was pretty proud of himself

• But one day it happened

• He slipped, and all descended into Hell

• He had lost a role he’d been preparing for weeks to a man who he hated

• And his friends managed to convince him to go out and get a drink

• Well one turned into five

• And a cigarette

• Or two

• It was a miracle he managed to drag himself home, but when he did he sort of lost it

• And not in a good way

• You were waiting for him, after a crap ton of missed calls, and the pictures on the messenger

• You were ready to give him some Advil, put him to bed, and the next day to spend around eight hour lecturing him on the dangers of smoking

• But it didn’t exactly go that way

• When you saw the state he was in you kinda snapped• A shouting match ensued

• “You’re going to kill yourself!!”

• “You’re just being over protective and stuck up, besides, what if I don’t care?”

• “You take that back right now!”

• “Why should I?!”

• Eventually he picked up a plate on the counter and chucked it

• He wasn’t aiming anywhere in particular, and it wouldn’t’ve mattered he was so drunk

• But the pieces of porcelain, along with what smashed on the grounds when he wildly grabbed it, were stuck in you

• In your shoulder, your ankles

• You bit your lip, fighting back the screams of pain as your body burned with the shrapnel-like pain of something being thrown at you at a fast rate, before lodging itself in you, still glistening with cleaning solution

• You ran out, leaving Zen with his thoughts

• In his drunken state he didn’t notice, he just slinked off to bed, falling into a coma-like sleep the minute his head hit the pillow

• When he woke up at first he didn’t remember

• Rolling over to hug you he noticed the bed was empty

• At first his thoughts were confused through the headache and haze of his hangover

• Hangover…

• Shit!

• He ran into the kitchen to see the remains of what happened last night

• Immediately he freaked out, calling Jumin, Seven, Jaehee, before finally clicking on your number. The phone rang about five times, and he was in panic, when finally, finally, you answere

• “Hello?”

• He almost sobbed with relief

• “Jagi! I’m so sorry for what I did, oh my goodness are you hurt, where is it? Please I’m so sorry!

”• The line goes silent for a few seconds and Zen thinks you’re going to hang up

• “Zen, I’m happy that you’re okay. I am currently in the hospital. The porcelain is out, they were worried about infection due to the cleaning solution, but they can now say that is not going to happen. If you just wanted to know my vitals then I’ll be going.”

• Your voice sounds like a flat instrument, the ends dipping down into something, and something unpleasant.

• “Jagi, please, I know, I made a mistake, and I get it, you can leave if you want. Just please, please don’t hate me forever. That would break me.

• You listen on the phone. “Fine Zen, I’ll talk later, I have to talk more to the nurse. See you, bye.” The line dies

• When you’re released from hospital a few days later Zen notices the scars that trace your arm and ankle’s, the one on your arm slightly yellow, scabbed at odd places, the holes from vaccines and IUDs vivid against the dull purple

• He acts so fragile around you

• And though you don’t like to admit it, that breaks you a bit inside

• So you agree to stay

• As long as he gets help

• He nods

• He did something wrong, and you will always have the scars to prove it

• Not him, because sometimes we don’t hurt ourselves, instead we pin our crimes on others

• And he knows that now

• The day you move back into the apartment, over a year later, he is waiting patiently, the pieces of glass still in a box, buried deep in his closet that acted as his own reminder

Yoosung

• Okay, this one was an accident

• Yoosung had been holed up at the library for over twelve hours, agonizing over finals

• He looked more dead than alive tbh

• So when he dragged his way home he wasn’t exactly thinking straight

• You were cooking beef soup on the stove, waiting patiently for him to come home

• “MC…..”

• He stumbled in, bag falling immediately to the floor

• You smiled softly, then went back to your work

• “Yoosung, hwo about you go take a bath, dinner will be ready in a bit!”

• “Ahh, but MC! I’m too tired, let’s cuddle!”

• He went to hug you, but you carefully pried him away

• “After dinner Yoosung, it’s important for you to eat.”

• “But MC!! Dinner isn’t that important!”

• He lunged towards you, going to hug you, but somehow knocked you back

• The broth feel on your elbow, which in turned rammed into the fire, touching the gas distributor

• Your survival skills kicked in, and you managed to get the fire off yourself, but not without screaming in massive pain, feeling like your flesh was dying, eaten away quickly like in those old movies

• Yoosung immediately sprung into action

• Turning the stove off he ran towards his phone and called an ambulance

• When they got there and he explained it the medics just shook their head

• He felt ashamed

• He waited outside the room as they operated on your arm, managing to put some sort of fake skin on it, that would attach to the cells and act like actual skin

• It was the latest technology, but Yoosung couldn’t help but worry

• When you were finally allowed visitors he rushed in and held onto your good hand tightly

• “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

• The tears streamed from his face onto your palm

• You just smiled softly

• “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, there’ll always be a bit of a dark patch, some burn scars, but after some rehab my right arm should be completely functional again.”

• You tried to keep your tone light and airy, but Yoosung could still hear the pain behind the words, the heavy breathing tearing at his heart

• Even when you were released he still babied you

• You were put to bed, and he was getting everything ready

• In the process he pulled up your sleeve somehow

• He immediately began to cry

• The scar was massive!

• Wrapping around your arm, and patchwork of hues, ones that would never fade

• “Yoosung.”

• Your voice snapped him out of himself and he realized he was crying again

• “I don’t care about how it looks. I’m happy that we’re both safe and there was no true long term damage. So please don’t cry, when you do it makes me so unhappy.”

• He put on a brave face for you, but when you were asleep he kissed the bruise lightly, whispered I’m sorry, and fell asleep to the tears in his eyes

Jaehee

• You guys had planned this date weeks ahead

• You two were so excited

• Until Jaehee bought a ticket for herself to go see one of Zen’s plays

• The same day

• Not even two, no, one

• You were obviously upset

• You two had been talking excitedly about it for weeks, it was going to be special

• It was your anniversary after all

• So why did she do that?

• You ended up confronting her about it

• And a screaming match ensued

• “Do you not enjoy my company or something?!”

• “Maybe I’m just getting tired-”

• “Of who, me?!”

• It was going back and forth

• Until a coffee withdrawal-ed Jaehee threw a vase at you

• The glass shattered against your face and lodged itself into your eyelid, barely missing the iris

• But you still knew there was trouble

• You resisted the urge to touch it, but not the urge to screaming bloody murder as you grabbed your phone and ran

• When Jaehee could see past what had just happened she immediately panicked

• Dribing to the hospital, she called Jumin, Seven, and Yoosung by the time she reached there

• When Zen was there she didn’t so much as acknowledge his existence

• Finally, after agonizing hours they were done

• Your vision couldn’t be saved

• The RFA let you two have a moment alone once they were done surrounding you

• Jaehee kneeled next to your bed and began crying

• She apologized again and again

• You just sat there listening, your eye now slightly white with film, a scar weaving its way around the gap

• When she was done you began

• “It’s good that you learned your lesson…”

•He head picked up in surprise

• “…That was you won’t make the same mistake with your next loved one.”

• She began crying again, and you just tapped the assist button and rolled over

• The day that you were released she came over with some flowers

• But you were already gone

• It had been years since she had seen you

• Seven refused to tell her your location

• All she knew was that you were in France

• She waited for you every night

• And one day you came back (edit cause I can’t believe my closeted ass pulled a bury your gays)

Jumin

• You two were so excited to work on this small cottage

• And you of course insisted that you two work on at least part of it together

• It was a sunny, hot day, and Jumin was working on the tiling, while you worked on some of the piping

• “I’m so excited!” You squealed cheerfully

• He smiled gently at you

• “Yes, it’s going to be the best vacation home anyone has ever seen.”

• You smiled brightly

• That smile lit up his world, you were his torch in the darkness, a spirit leading him out of what once had been darkness

• He still couldn’t believe the ring you wore on your finger, the fact that you had said yes

• “Hey Jumin, could you pass me the wrench.”

• Absentmindedly he picked up the metal object

•And chucked it at you

• It hit your forehead with a thud as you knocked on the ground

• Blood was trickling down your head, and your vision was fuzzy

• A concussion was almost certain

• Jumin’s head whipped up when he heard you fall, and he immediately drove you to the hospital

• It was indeed a concussion, and the scar was unrepairable

• He was beside himself in guilt

• Watching intently as they patched you up

• It took them about three hours before he could see you

• Your neck was in a brace, and the scar was red, the skin sunk in slightly, no wider than a paint brush

• He kissed it softly before apologizing profusely

• You laughed slightly, despite the pain

• “It’s okay, but, um, what the heck were we doing.”

• You had forgot the 24 hours up to when it happened

• He carefully explained everything to you, and you listened

• He felt bad about it every time he saw your scar

• But you assured him that it didn’t matter, what a concussion and a small scar in the grand scheme of things

• Eventually he got over his guilt

• And when you two had children of your own one of his favorite stories to tell them is about how their mother defeated a giant metal dragon

Saeyoung/Seven

• It was torture trying to push you away for him

• And for you too

• But you kept pushing, and pushing

• You just couldn’t give up

• He would hear your sobs through the thin walls, and agonize over the pain he was giving you

• But it was for the best

• Wasn’t it?

• One day was especially bad

• “Don’t get near me.” He kept insisting

• But you kept pushing it

• Eventually he stopped thinking

• Shutting down he shoved you into a wall, hard

• The room echoed with a crack, amplified to the sound of a gunshot

• His façade immediately disappeared when he saw your curling up around your limp arm, your face scratched, the blood sticking in your hair

• He scooped you up, running towards his car, asking over and over if you were okay

• You were crying into his chest, the pain running through your blood, your ears ringing and your vision half fizzed out

• He rushed you to the hospital, and stayed there the whole time

• When he was allowed to see you he rushed in

• Your arm is in a cast, the bruise climbing up around your joint

• Apparently your arm also popped out of its socket

• He apologized over and over

• And you just said

• “I’m happy you don’t hate me.”

• After a few weeks in hospital, you had an infection and it took a bit longer that expected

• He helps you get into your house, where you immediately go to your room

• After a while he knocks on your door and joins you

• You’re snuggling under a bunch of covers and it takes a few minutes top pop your head out

• You smile at him

• “I’m so happy you don’t hate me.”• “No MC, I could never hate you.”• He kissed you lightly on the forehead• “I love you….”

V• You two were usually really happy together• You leaned on each other and were complete together• But one thing hurt that• The surgery• Whenever if came up you two ended up bickering and pouting for about an hour• And one day Rika inevitably came in• “Just tell me you love her and I’ll be gone!”• “Don’t give me an ultimatum!”• “What, should I just stay here to watch you agonize over another woman!”• That was the last straw• He picked up the first thing he could feel and chucked it at you• It, was his tripod• There was an ear shattering crack• The tripod had broke, and part of it was lodged in your thigh• You grabbed the phone and called an ambulance• V sat there, telling you breathe, trying to comfort you, crying• The ambulance arrived and took you away leaving him• Seven eventually got him over to the hospital• Where you were crying• The bit of tripod cut through nerves, and put a hole in bone• You would never walk again• When he heard that V couldn’t look you in the eye• And if he did you wouldn’t let himFive years later• You had left a long time ago• He saw you sometimes, being wheeled around by Seven or some other member of the RFA• He had gotten the surgery after, to be able to look at the pictures of you scattered around his house• But you never looked at him• He knew it was hist fault, he hurt you so much, he deserved it• So why did it hurt so much?

Saeran

• He was doing much better• All the drugs had been flushed out of his body• There was one problem left• The PTSD• His attacks, although lessening, were horrible, he couldn’t recognize anyone, he’d scream, throw things, and • You tried to pul lhim out of that darkness, but it took a long time• One day it must’ve been especially bad• You reached out to touch him• And he swiftly took you arm and snapped it• The pain was disconnecting, what was going on, you felt like you were on fire• Who was screaming?• Was it me?• While you were grabbing for your phone to call an ambulance Saeyoung ra in• Pushing past Saeran he scooped you up and took you to the hospital• Saeran just stood there• It took about half and hour for him to process everything• And when he finally woke up it was Hell• He ran to the hospital• When he got there, the whole RFA was there• Saeyoung walked up to him• “She’s in surgery right now, they thought it’d be prudent to take care of it right away.”• Those words chucked Saeran out to sea• He couldn’t process anything, it was like the ground underneath him was made of glass, and he’d just shattered it• It took a few hours, but finally you were allowed visitors• And when he stepped in he knew he was lost again• Your arm was in a metal brace, stitches spiraled down you arm, neat and carefully done, holes pocketed your skin where pieces of bone and vaccines were• The RFA surrounded you, asking if you were in pain, did you need water, smothering you• Saeran stayed in the corner, looking at the people outside passing by, leaning against the wall• “You need to talk to her.”• Saeyoung had snuck up behind him and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder• “She won’t want to see me.” He said flatly• “How do you know what she’s thinking right now? Have you asked her? You matter to her, no matter what she thinks of you, she’ll still want to talk.”• Saeran looked at his brother. “And if she hates me?”• “Well then you know, besides, I don’t think she hates you, she’s too proccupied.” Saeran nodded and, as the RFA began trickling out, walked up to you• “I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” • You looked at him, curiosity written all over your face

“Why is it your fault that you have PTSD?”

Saeran looked up at you, disbelief written all over his face, but you were dead serious

“It’s not the fault of the people who have cancer that they have it, why should it be any different for people with mental issues. Sure I’m really mad, I’m frustrated, I hate this scar, but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault you have PTSD.”

You two talked a long time

And came to a decision

Saeran would go see a professional psychiatrist regularly, and take medication as long as possible

The attacks stopped

He recovered, and what it took was hurting the one he loved the most

Never again

Vanderwood

Kids, this is why you don’t run with sharp things

It was a week before April Fools Day, and Saeyoung was having the time of his life

Constant pranks on Vanderwood

It was driving them crazy, and one day it got to much

Achievement unlocked: You’ve officially broken Vanderwood!

The next time Seven tried it again Vanderwood has scissors

They were goofing off, running around, chasing each other

When you had the misfortune to walk in

The room was chaos

But that wasn’t the problem

The problem was that Vanderwood had run into you

As had their scissors

Right into your shoulder

You screamed, and at first they weren’t sure why

Then they saw the scissors lodged in you

Panic mode officially on

The drove you to the hospital, insisting that you mustn’t pull it out, it could cause nerve damage

It’s good they did, because the doctors later said that themselves

The procedure wasn’t horrible

Stitches, salve, then in bed

Unfortunately, it would leave a bunch of scars all over your back

You hated those scars, they were ugly, and they were there for such a stupid reason

Every time you saw them poking out behind your sleeves

Vanderwood felt horrible

You didn’t let it show that they were a bother in front of them

But they knew

Eventually they confronted you

“Do you hate me?”

“Why would I?”

“Because of your back.”

You flinched, and Vanderwood thought they were a goner

“I understand if you never want to see me again.”

“No.”

Those words echoed throughout them, and their face furrowed in confusion

“I may hate them, and sometimes I may not want to see you, but that doesn’t mean that I want to never see you ever again. That’d be ridiculous.”

You hugged them tightly

“It may have been your fault, but that doesn’t mean I should hate you forever.”

Vanderwood was never more grateful in their life

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