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If You Love Me | pt.2

🌹Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part I 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹language, highly descriptive sex scenes, spit-play, neck area, ear area, mentions of marriage 🌹word count: 10,147 🌹After months of absence, Mark surprises you with a getaway trip to the Mediterranean, but his hidden agenda unveils a life-changing surprise that alters your relationship forever. 🌹Ya'll really got this to 20 notes 😭I really didn't expect it 'cuz I felt like the story was way longer and wasn't as well written as Butt-Naked at The MGM✨ (which ya'll have been running TF UP) I don't know what to say other than thank you. Writing Smut again has been therapeutic in a strange way. I will continue writing female-focused consensual and SAFE smut for K-pop h0es!!! Much love. 📢I will be taking a short break from my main boo, Mark Tuan (we're not breaking up I swear) Just have some other K-pop daddies I have been neglecting. If you are a fan of #KARD you might be seeing a BM fantasy coming soon. 👀

~ The Next Morning

You woke up to the warmth of bright sunlight hitting your face.

You had slept so soundly that you felt fully rested, instead of exhausted from being awake late the previous night. As you recalled the events of the night before, a sleepy smile appeared on your face. Memories of how your incredible prince treated you like a princess would satisfy anyone's needs, but your biggest gain was just that you got to spend some quality time with him. You reached out to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to touch the skin of your man, only to feel the crinkle of cold sheets in return. Mark was not in bed.

You immediately frowned, got out of bed, and pulled one of his shirts over your bare body. It was slightly too big for you but being engulfed in his smell after months of not being able to touch him, was utterly satisfying. Just as you stumbled out of the room and made your way down the stairs, the smell of hot, fresh breakfast filled your nose.

You walked to the kitchen and saw Mark's toned back facing you. You quietly inched closer behind him, hugged him by the waist, and poked your face to his side.

"Hey you," Mark greeted you with a grin.

"Hey," you smiled back.

"Good Morning," he turned to you and gave you a morning kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a good pair of sneaky hands."

"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.

"Sit down, I just made us breakfast," Mark told you as he pulled the omelets off the skillet with a spatula and placed each delicately on their own plate.

"Thank you, Markie. You didn't have to do this." You said, sitting on the barstool stool at the island. "But since you made me stay up and took the energy out of me last night, I guess it's well deserved."

He sets a glass of orange juice in front of you.

"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.

"You mean super cute?" You asked through a pout.

Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.

When the last plate was on the counter, you returned to your seat and gave him a cheeky smile. Mark barely resisted the urge to kiss right then and there as he covered his laughter with a quiet sigh.

"Now can we eat?"

"Of course, thank you, Mark. This looks amazing."

"No problem, love." He pulled his stool closer to the counter and sat next to you.

You both finished your breakfast quietly while playing footsie until Mark broke the silence.

"So, are you excited for the trip?" he smiled at you.

"Yeah, especially since I had no idea I was even going on a trip in the first place. Are you gonna give me any clues as to where we are going?" You said, playfully pouting your bottom lip.

"No, it's a surprise, remember? You just have to be patient. We leave the day after tomorrow, so start packing."

You smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. As he sat up, still chewing his last bite, you just stared, taking in everything about him. He had such a genuine personality and you loved it, so you continued, watching his concentrated expression. He finally looked at you, his intense gaze boring into you. The edges of his eyes crinkled as his lips stretched into a smile. God, he was beautiful.

"Now why do you keep staring at me like that?" He laughed.

"Like what?" You asked innocently.

Mark knew you well. His words only said 'stop,' but his eyes didn't match. He couldn't say no to you. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew him too well to know that he liked it. Suddenly the atmosphere became tenser, and heat pooled in your stomach when you remembered how he looked down at you last night in the shower. Your eyes almost glossed over, and you immediately bit the corner of your lip.

"If you think that by staring at me like that you can convince me to do something, then you're wrong," he grabbed both plates and placed them in the sink.

"Mmhm, whatever, you love it," you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Mark walked back over to you, his hands found your waist and pulled you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer to you.

"I haven't got enough of you yet," he breathed before taking your lips into a slow and passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours, not leaving any room between you. Mark broke the kiss by nibbling your lower lip.

He slowly licked the path to your ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want..."

You cradled his head closer. "I want to know where the fuck you're taking me on vacation." You moved your hands away from his neck as you dashed up the stairs, giggling.

"Come back here!" He jokingly called from downstairs and a few seconds later, his footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs. Before you knew it you felt Mark's arms wrap tightly around and lift you in the air.

"Shit!!"

You giggled as he threw you both on the bed, running his nose along your neck and collarbone.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Mark buried his face into your chest and spoke in a muffled voice, "Not telling," The vibration from his voice sent tickles into your body, causing Mark to look up and laugh.

"You're just too cute." He reached for your cheek, cupping it with his hand and gently brushing your skin.

You say "I'll be even cuter, after hearing where we're going." You wiggled your eyebrows.

Mark groaned. He could see that you weren't completely persuaded, so he slowly walked over to the nightstand next to your shared bed and opened its drawer. After an anxious few seconds of shuffling around, Mark pulled out a red envelope.

"What's that?" You asked as he walked towards you.

"Our flight info. That's all you're getting out of me. No more spoiling the surprise."

You carefully took the envelope from his grasp as Mark stood over you. You unfolded the tucked sheet of folded paper and navigated the text until you saw his name. You read the location aloud:

Destination: LAX - SKG

You paused as your brows furrowed in confusion. "SKG?"

"That's Greece," Mark whispered, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"Mark! Ahhhhhh!!!" You yelped before launching onto him, almost sending him flying back. He looked up at you and let out a laugh. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You planted sloppy, wet kisses across his face before his hands slipped from under him and he fell back against the mattress with you.

"I'm glad you like the surprise." Mark looked up at you with a wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.

You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."

You nuzzled your nose against his. He reached his hands up and interlaced his fingers with your own.

"Seven days, just the two of us, with a beautiful beach and breathtaking scenery."

"A whole week alone...? Mark...do you realize what you're saying? No cameras, no schedules?" You say sarcastically.

"I know. I'm just as excited as you are. There's no rush, we can take things as fast or as slow as we'd like to. We can sightsee and take pictures and eat tons of delicious food." Mark grinned.

You chuckled in response as Mark placed a kiss on your cheek.

"But honestly," Marks lifted his head and turned his eyes from you. "I don't care who sees us together." He stopped, blushing slightly, "I doubt any fans will see us in Greece, but even if they do, I want you by my side. Not ten feet behind me."

He reached up and stroked your cheek, slowly running his thumb against the dark tint of your skin.

"I'd love that, Mark." Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel your blood thumping through your veins. Your palms felt slightly clammy and a flush of warmth rushed to your cheeks. Mark's confession was adorable to you, even though it sounded like something a child would say, Mark did so in a way that could make you melt like gooey caramel. His words radiated sincerity and you couldn't contain the flutter in your stomach, let alone hide the stupidly happy expression on your face. After spending the morning curled up with Mark and marathoning a slew of series on Netflix, you both finally got a well-deserved nap.

The anticipation leading up to the trip to Greece had been building for days, and you were filled with a restless excitement that lasted throughout the entire sixteen-hour plane ride. As you landed in Thessaloniki, the view was truly breathtaking. You were immediately struck by the explosion of colors, mountains, and gorgeous buildings that surrounded the plane. Everything was so unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You were able to pass through customs quickly, and the moment you stepped outside, the warm Mediterranean sun hit your face. You were greeted with a colorful array of sights, sounds, and smells. Mark was holding your hand, and you felt his grip tighten as you squeezed his hand in excitement.

"We're finally here," he said, smiling.

"Mark, this is incredible."

"Come on, let's get our luggage and go. We have a car waiting for us."

Mark led you to the luggage claim, and you quickly found your bags. He insisted on carrying them as the two of you made your way out of the airport. Outside, a driver was waiting for you, and he helped load your luggage into the trunk of the car. You and Mark climbed into the back seat, and the driver started the engine.

As your driver made her way to the property, you felt Mark's warm palm clasp perfectly with yours, like a puzzle piece. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel a sense of completeness that hadn't been felt in a long time. Mark drew a long, meaningful gaze into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You felt your heart race as Mark leaned in, closed his eyes, and gently kissed your warm lips. It was a moment that you would never forget, and it was just the beginning of what would be an unforgettable trip.

As you pulled up to the house, you were in awe. You have found yourself far from the busy city of Thessaloniki, to the more intimate beach town of Ayía Triás. The beach house that Mark had rented was beautiful. Stucco walls coated a one-story tan house. An archway led you inside the entryway from the courtyard. A terrace filled with white wicker furniture had a glass cocktail table with a large umbrella for shade. Even better was the location. Although the house was directly on the beach, it provided seclusion and privacy that made the island feel as though it were the only place in the world. From where you were standing, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

"So, what do you think?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face.

"I can't believe this is where we are staying."

You were dumbfounded as the two of you made their way inside. This area of the house was decorated with bright modern colors, shades of teal and white reflected in the decoration and furniture. In the middle of the living room area was a large sectional couch facing the back terrace and a sparkling pool.

"My good friend's family owns the property, and they often rent it out to their friends and family," Mark said as he placed the suitcases next to the entryway. "Since we are visiting during a non-seasonal time of year, there was no issue with me renting it."

"It's gorgeous Mark." You wrapped your arms tightly around him, giggling with delight.

Mark slid his arms over your shoulders, bringing your body close to his and returning the embrace. He took the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"There's so much I want to see with you here." He started with his eyes fixated on you, not even a second without glancing.

"Me too," You said in-between a yawn. "But we should get some rest after that long plane ride."

He nodded in agreement before yawning himself. "Let's check out the bedroom."

His fingers danced lightly across your shoulders as he gestured for you to lead the way. You walked across the glossy wood floor to a spacious master bedroom where you quickly dropped all of your heavy bags. You eyed the large, king-sized bed, adorned with a deep coffee frame and fluffy linen sheets. Mark was close behind and once you saw him enter the doorway, you immediately peeled off your jeans and shirt, exposing your lacy underwear set.

Mark stopped midway as his eye caught you stripping, and he watched you confidently discard your top and bra. He glanced at your body from behind. His stare was obvious, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Once you were bare, you carefully folded your clothes, and you neatly stacked them in a small pile beside your suitcase.

Mark appeared in your peripheral vision with his eyes gazing all over your beautiful caramel-colored skin. "We should take a nice, long shower, don't you think?"

You giggled softly as he placed his hands on your warm thighs, tracing small circles with the pad of his thumb. The warm pads of his fingers felt nice as he slipped his fingers slowly into the thin fabrics of your underwear and gave a firm squeeze to your bottom.

"Yes, we should. But I think you may be talking 'bout something else." You smirked and bopped his nose. "You know we're both too tired for that."

Mark groaned, sounding almost pouty, and pulled his fingers away.

"You really kill a guy's vibe sometimes." The mischievous glimmer in his eyes showed how much he loved teasing you.

You both took a shower before you jumped on the bed, stealing one of Mark's bigger shirts to wear to bed and tucking your hair inside your bonnet. As Mark stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, it hung past his hips, resting just below his v-line. Mark strolled over to his duffle bag, letting you eye his still-damp body glistening in the late afternoon light.

"Which side of the bed you want?"

Without taking your eyes off him, you moved to the side closest to the window and let your head fall back on the cloud-like pillow. His abs flexed as he bent over and searched through his bag for a new pair of boxers to wear. Just the way his muscles moved under his skin enticed you so much.

"Do you plan on staring for the rest of the night?" he chuckled.

"Maybe," You curled your body, letting the cover bounce off you with a quiet rustling. "Just admiring the view."

Mark threw the wet towel into the hamper before sliding into a pair of his Calvin's and turned off the light, leaving the room to glow orange in the evening light. Allowing yourself to melt into the mattress, the thick duvet and soft pillowcase cradled your head like a cloud. With Mark tucked warmly under the covers, you instinctively moved towards him until you felt his body heat coming from his pillow. Mark smiled in the dark and mirrored you, shifting to his side, tilting his head slightly down, and his chest grazed the skin between your shoulder blades.

"Thanks for going on this trip with me," Mark spoke lowly.

"Well, it's not like I had a choice", You joked. "You most definitely planned a whole trip without my knowledge."

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending that you didn't enjoy the surprise."

"Of course I did," You smiled. "But next time, ask before you make a trip or whatever,"

"Okay fine, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?" Mark said matter-of-factly. He leaned forward and planted his heart-shaped lips on your cheek. You swatted your hand in a half-hearted attempt to push him away before surrendering to his warm embrace. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck and started to place slow kisses on your flesh.

"But seriously, it means a lot that we're here together." He reached forward and caressed the skin on your arm.

You could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under his skin as you drew your hand slowly up and down his arm, not a word came to you, so you shifted your gaze up to Mark, to see his heavy-lidded eyes studying you.

"There's no one else that I'd rather be with." You finally mustered up a whisper.

His hands found their way under the shirt, and Mark dragged his fingertips across your abdomen, feeling your warm soft skin against his palms. Mark teasingly tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt before his hands began to slide underneath it slowly.

"Baby.." a soft gasp escaped his lips. "No panties?" Mark stopped for a moment with widened eyes.

"Oops, Must've forgotten to slip it on." You said nonchalantly.

Mark ached against you through his clothes and groaned. "You're making it so hard to keep my hands off you..."

"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"

"I kinda want the next time to be a little more... special." Mark gave a gentle smirk. "Maybe after a nice dinner date on the beach or something," he whispers, planting another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response to his soft lips against your skin, but you were also confused. What exactly was this 'surprise'? A romantic Mediterranean getaway on a hidden cove already sounded like the most special thing. It didn't make any sense, but a part of you felt giddy and flustered just thinking about it.

"Hmmm...okay," you said, playing along. You were already content, as Mark remained curled against you.

"Besides, It's not like I get many dates with my girl, right?"

"No, you're right." Your smile faded. You were painfully aware that Mark is an idol, and his relationships are heavily scrutinized, especially his dating life. Mark was fairly reserved, but you knew that his dating life was a topic that fans liked to dig into. You had witnessed firsthand how news about Mark would go viral within the Korean fan base and how the articles would get wilder as they evolved with speculation. Some of his fans were eager to paint any potential dating partner of Mark's as someone ready to take advantage of Mark's money or popularity. It hurt you sometimes to watch this unfold in front of you and Mark, but Mark didn't allow fans' speculation to faze him.

Mark squeezed the skin on your hips before speaking, his deep and sultry voice echoed through the room. "I’ll give you your next surprise tonight, then." Mark's warm voice returned you from your thoughts.

What?

You lay there and processed the thought until you felt Mark's long arms wrap around your torso and pull you snugly against his well-toned chest. You melted back into him as Mark nuzzled his chin atop your shoulder, pulling you into a loose, comfortable spoon. A sense of joy filled your heart and you were incredibly content with how your relationship was moving with Mark. You enjoyed his companionship and felt happy anytime he was close by.

"I love you." His voice was a whisper.

"I love you too."

Mark smiled against your hair and tightened his hold for a moment, then relaxed. The sound of waves lapping at the beach soothed you, and you closed your eyes, allowing the tiredness from traveling to take you.

After an hour or so of dozing off, you were awakened by the softness of Mark's lips on your cheek. "Wake up sleepy-head."

His voice was low, husky. You looked at the clock which read 4:45 pm. As your vision adjusted to the dim light, you propped yourself on your elbows, pushing the duvet off your shoulders, while blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Mark chuckled lightly to himself as he got up from the bed.

"Let's go into town and explore a little before our beach date later." He urged, playfully dragging you out of bed by your ankles.

"Can we nap a bit longer?" You smiled at him and patted the space next to you.

Mark groaned and resisted your tempting offer for snuggling. "If we fall back asleep, I'd rather it be during the sunset on the beach, cuddling."

A yawn left your body at the thought of lying lazily in Mark's arms until you heard Mark mention cuddling. It sounded great, and the idea of stretching in the sunset beckoned you.

"Sunset?" You mumbled. "...Fine."

Grudgingly, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Mark on the way. You freshened yourself up, fixed your hair, applied some makeup, and slipped into a sundress. When you stepped back into the bedroom, you realized that the sky was now a vibrant shade of orange.

As you peered outside the windows, you could see Mark standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He wore a pair of loose shorts and a loose white linen button-up with the top two buttons undone. There was something about seeing him in white that struck you differently. It made him look angelic, almost angel-like, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He stood tall in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, and you had a perfect view from the window in the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, completely mesmerized. Mark eventually caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of the window and spun around with a big grin on his face. With a bright twinkle in his eye, he took a few long strides over to you, cradled your face, and kissed you passionately.

"You look so beautiful". His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at you in the setting sky.

You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.

As Mark finished speaking, he looked down, removing his gaze from your face, seemingly searching for words. His gaze dropped down to your waist. Mark drew his hand away from your cheek and clutched the strap on the side of your dress. Mark traced the trim of your sundress with the pad of his thumb as you took a few steps forward. With one small step, you closed the distance between your bodies, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with yours as his toned muscles were pressed against your chest. The warm breeze blew through his hair as Mark's eyes met yours once more, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly. He started to turn away from you with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, his bunny teeth peeking past his lips.

"Follow me," Mark said with a husky voice while leading you into the courtyard and outside the front of the house.

The air was warm, not too hot, as you both walked the stone road to your destination. The scents of fresh fish, cheeses, olives, and many more delicacies wafted through the air. Several charming shops seemed to beckon you. You passed by countless restaurants, bustling with energy and action. You both didn't know where to stop at first. All was so bright, beautiful, and new to you.

You and Mark did try many local delicacies, from bazali sigripeko- a roasted eggplant puree, krotzu- Greek pork belly, souvlaki- pork and/or chicken grilled on a skewer, melokoureto- a walnut and honey dessert, and horiatiki salad- a fresh, traditional Greek salad made with fresh vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, onion, bell pepper, and feta cheese topped with oregano, olive oil, and black pepper. Throughout the entire time you and Mark walked around, Mark never let go of your hand. Before you knew it, it was well past six o'clock, and the sun was beginning to set.

"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.

"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.

The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.

As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.

"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."

"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.

"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.

You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.

"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.

"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.

"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.

Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.

Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.

"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".

"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".

You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.

Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.

Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."

You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.

"The sunset is pretty."

"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.

You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.

"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"

"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"

You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.

Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."

Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.

"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."

His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."

You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.

"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.

His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.

Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.

Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"

Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.

You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,

"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.

"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.

"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.

Click!

Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.

"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".

"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.

"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.

"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."

You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."

Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.

"I can't believe we're getting married..."

You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.

"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.

"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.

You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."

You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.

With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.

You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.

"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"

He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

You shuddered.

Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.

"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.

"Take it off me then."

Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.

His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.

You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.

He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.

His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.

"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.

You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.

"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.

He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.

"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.

You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.

Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.

His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.

His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.

"Not yet."

You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.

"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.

Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.

Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.

"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.

He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.

You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Mark please..."

He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.

Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.

"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.

"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.

"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.

Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.

Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.

"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.

Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.

He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.

"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.

"Anything you want."

With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.

"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.

"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.

"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.

"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.

Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.

A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.

"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.

"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.

"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."

With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.

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legendary: chapter 13

stray kids 6.2k words female reader insert SFW/some adult themes

🖤 warnings: temporary major character death, themes of life/death, a straight-up lift from Pokemon Indigo League episode The Tower of Terror bc it’s good plot, grandfather figures, kim seungmin gets his moment, the stupidest and most self-indulgent cameo ever just ignore it this is MY story dammit-🖤

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Waking up, when you don't remember going to sleep, is always jarring.

You think you were awake, anyway. Doing something important.

Whatever it was, you can't quite remember yet. Your head is foggy and just a little too tight, like it's full of sawdust that wants to spill out your ears.

Someone is shouting, nearby. It's loud and it's annoying, and so finally, you pry your eyes open.

You're in a dark room. That's right, that's right, you're in the Pokemon Tower. That haunted old building. You're here with...Team K, and your District 9 boys. You're talking to...

"(Y/N)!"

It's like the scream of your name plugs your brain back in correctly, your adrenaline spiking and your awareness suddenly returned a hundredfold.

Jiwoo is here. Jiwoo, and men with guns, and they want to take your friends away, and you were trying to save Oddish-

You clamber to your feet as quickly as you can, fighting the way that the room spins. Oddish, you need to see if Oddish is okay, you'll never forgive yourself if they caught her-

But Oddish is sitting on the ground, in someone's hand.

In your hand.

Your hand, you realize, peering down at the prone form of someone, someone who you could fucking swear is you, crushed under a golden and crystalline chandelier, pinned to the floor in a dozen places.

That's you. But you're you.

It's surreal. You feel like you're floating.

No, you are floating. You yelp, looking down at the floor to realize you're floating up, a foot or so above the floor and rising higher, until you will yourself downward in a panic and your feet meet the floor again. You glance around, helpless, wondering if anyone sees what you see.

And someone does. Several someones, but they're not the type to help.

"Haunt."

The Haunter from before, a Gastly, and a Gengar the size of a refrigerator are all watching you. Ghost types usually prefer to be intangible and invisible, but you can see them just fine. And they can see you.

It seems like they're the only ones who can see you.

In fact, Chan runs right through you.

You don't really feel it, a tickle like wind brushing past, as Chan runs straight through your body and over to your body - because that's what it is, just a body, because your essence, whatever makes you, seems to be over here - and kneels, starts shaking the motionless, outstretched arm that holds Oddish.

"-Get up," Chan is saying, pleading, "This isn't fucking funny, get up, right now-"

Jiwoo is motionless. Everyone is. There are a dozen people in this room, and they're all staring at the body under the chandelier.

"Please."

Minho's voice is terrible, and far too gentle. "Chan, I think-"

Chan stands up. He looks at the ceiling, as if he's looking through it, as if he can see the starlit sky past the layers of wood and metal and ghost.

"Please."

It sounds like a prayer.

And it works.

"Mm?"

The cry kind of sounds like a Pokemon, you think. But not one you've ever heard before.

Chan's eyes are still fixed on the ceiling, until, down through the hole that's broken in the floor above, a Pokemon descends.

It's not very big. Slight, and bright pink, with a small catlike face on a bipedal-type body and a long thin tail. It regards Chan with intelligent teal eyes, floating in the air before him.

"Mew?"

Mew.

"You...just...summoned Mew," Somin rasps.

Her voice is tinged with something like reverence, and you understand why.

The mythical Pokemon, said to have the DNA of all Pokemon combined. Able to learn any move, do anything, go anywhere. Live underwater, in the middle of raging volcanoes, in outer space. One of the two most dangerous, most fantastical Pokemon that exist.

Mew is here.

"Fix her," Chan says.

Mew is here for you.

Mew looks down at the body, its little front paws steepled. It looks at Chan, for a second. And then, ever so slowly, it looks over at you, where you're struggling to stay on the ground. It meets your eye. It can see you.

"Mew."

"You have to fix her," Chan repeats.

The mythical Pokemon shakes its head.

"I know you can!"

When Chan raises his voice, the spell that seems to have fallen over the rest of the room breaks. Seungmin starts running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Changbin digs out a Pokeball and releases Primeape into the room, and Minho follows suit with his Ditto.

Mew looks back at you.

And over by the door, Jiwoo screams, voice cracked, feral: "Don't just stand there, fucking get it!"

Chaos.

The KeyCorp goons swarm at Mew.

Your friends order their Pokemon to attack.

It's a lot to follow, and your head still kind of feels like it's stuffed with sawdust.

In the midst of it all, the noise, the Fire attacks and the splintering wood and the projectiles raining down, Mew comes up to you. It looks you up and down curiously. You look back at it, taking in its short silky fur, its eyes that seem to look right through you. Before you know it, you have your hand out, stroking Mew's face. The little Pokemon leans into your touch for a second, with a happy purr.

And then, as quickly as it had come, it flies out the broken window, and away.

When your attention returns to the scene around you, it seems that firearms have outdone firepower. Bullets can hurt Pokemon just as well as people, of course, so even Primeape and Arcanine are standing down. It seems like your friends are losing.

Matthew is on the floor, with a security officer kneeling on the small of his back. Somin has each arm held fast by two more staff, and J.Seph is nowhere to be seen.

"Unfortunate that I can't take her, too," Jiwoo is saying, looking over at the - your - body. "But I have another idea."

She nods, and the last two of her staffs walk, guns still raised, at Chan. Arcanine growls, low and dangerous, but Chan shushes it.

"Me?" he asks.

"You," Jiwoo agrees. "You, and your...curious connections."

The officers haul Matthew to his feet, and drag him, jerking and kicking, out the door. Somin's captors follow with her suspended between them.

Chan raises his hand slowly, and calls Arcanine back into its Pokeball. "If I go, you leave my friends alone."

"Deal," says Jiwoo.

The Pokeball goes into Chan's pocket, and once he's effectively disarmed, the officers rush him, taking him by the arms like they have Somin.

"I'm sure we can get a repeat performance of that little Mew miracle, hm?" Jiwoo tells him, as the officers lead him out the door.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, you'll warm up in no time," she promises, glancing at the remaining guys. "Boys, I would take her with you. Nasty surprise for the caretakers, if you don't."

And with that, Jiwoo sweeps out the door.

Seungmin has disappeared upstairs, but as soon as they're gone, Minho and Changbin bolt for the chandelier. You don't really want to see what they find. You turn away, looking, instead, at the withering ceiling.

Since your body is on the floor over there, you wonder...

You will yourself up, the way you'd willed yourself down, before.

You float.

Right up, right through the ceiling, right up to the next floor.

It's a bedroom, you think, maybe an old caretaker's room or something. The sheets on the rickety bed are molding and the window is sealed shut with decades of grime, so it's surely abandoned. You wonder if you can even sit like this, but as you move to sit on the bed, there's no trouble. You don't phase through the mattress, or anything. You just sit.

You sit for a while.

Nothing should surprise you at this point, but you still startle and shriek when, after some time, a man walks into the room.

"Oh!" he exclaims, as you choke through your scream. "Oh, dear, oh dear, I'm frightfully sorry, didn't mean to - well. Scare you to death."

He winks at you.

This man is silver-haired, his face lined with age, wearing a red sweater and a lab coat. There's a tinge to him that suggests he isn't quite human, like if you tried to look at him sidelong, he would vanish. You get a creeping feeling that you might look the same. Even so, he's familiar in a way that you can't quite place.

"Who-"

"Oh, but you are already dead, aren't you?" the man says, folding his hands behind his back and pacing closer. "Oh, yes, dead as dead can be!"

"I'm...dead?"

The man looks at you strangely. "Of course. How could you be anything else?"

You suppose it makes sense.

"I'm dead, too, of course," he adds.

"I'm sorry," you say, uncertainly.

The man smiles. "I'm not! Why, I've learned more being dead than I did alive! It's a most excellent adventure."

"Who...are you?" you ask again.

He holds out a hand for you to shake. "Professor Oak. Pokemon Professor."

You knew that he was familiar. You saw him. You saw photos of him, ancient photos...

"Oak. As in...Oak Laboratories?"

"The very same!"

Impossible.

The professor snaps his fingers. "That's right! You were that clever trainer who figured out how to get into my secret lab. Oh, you're a bright one. Good to have you."

"I'm sorry for breaking in."

"You apologize too much, child. Never apologize for brilliance."

At that compliment, bold-faced and entirely undeserved but delivered with such resounding love, you stand, and take his hand for a firm shake. His skin is warm against yours, the weight of his calloused, aged hand feeling extraordinarily ordinary.

"Are we...ghosts?" you ask.

Professor Oak hums. "I don't quite know. But that's the fun of science, is it not? Sometimes we never know."

"And...and, what are you doing here?"

"Many questions. Good, a curious mind is a valuable thing," he says. "The Pokemon thought you needed some guidance, I believe. I don't think I'm particularly good at that sort of thing, but I'll certainly try!"

"Guidance?"

"Mm. A little wisdom about being dead, you see."

"I don't want to be dead," you say.

"Are you sure?" the professor asks, wry. "It's quite an experience. You might enjoy it."

"My friends are in trouble."

"I hate to say this, but perhaps that's not your concern, any longer."

"No, it is," you say, voice shaking, "It's absolutely my concern. It's my fault. I have to get back, somehow, I have to go fix everything, everything-"

Professor Oak shushes you. "Child, there's no shame in admitting defeat. Even for strong folks, like you, there is a limit. If you've been granted reprieve, perhaps the time to take it has come."

"I can't let anything else happen to my friends because of me, I-"

You have to stop, because the lump in your throat is too large. Another word, and you won't be able to hold back the tears.

"Ah, child, I'm playing a bit of devil's advocate, forgive me, you don't need to cry," he smiles, a grandfather's warm smile. "It's not as if I want you to stay dead, for my sake. The Pokemon did think that you had some...loose ends, shall we say, to tie up, back in the land of the living."

"What Pokemon?" you ask, frustrated.

"There are powers beyond your wildest dreams, my dear, that Pokemon hold. Some of them, the ones who busy themselves with the matters of humans, have quite serious opinions about this and that," he says gently. "You must have caught someone's eye."

Some Pokemon, with powers beyond imagination, watching you?

"If - if that's true, and I'm supposed to be alive, how can I do it?" you ask.

The professor folds his arms, strokes his chin with one hand, the picture of deep thought. "Why, I've never tried, myself. But to think through the conundrum, like a scientist - which I am, of course, not even death can stop curiosity - then..."

"The Pokemon sent you, right?"

"They did."

"Then could Pokemon be the answer?"

"No matter the question, Pokemon are the answer," he teases. "But I believe you're correct."

"But how-"

Professor Oak's eyes are twinkling, his smile wide and dangerous. You can imagine, suddenly, that he really was a mad scientist, so many years ago.

"A link between the living and the dead already exists among Pokemon. Quite commonly, in fact. I believe that link is already present, in this building," he says.

"Gaaaastly."

"There we go!" Professor Oak cries.

It comes up through the floor. A Gastly, and while at first you think it's the one that lives here, you soon realize why it's looking at you like that.

"Are you Seungmin's Gastly?" you ask it.

"Gaastly!"

"That is a yes," Professor Oak pipes up.

"That means Seungmin is still here," you realize, your nonexistent pulse picking up with adrenaline as you understand. "Professor, could...could a Ghost Pokemon help me?"

"A being that is neither fully dead nor alive, like a Ghost Pokemon is believed to be, would prove quite helpful," he says thoughtfully.

You turn to Gastly. "Can you help me get back to my body?"

The Pokemon's fanged mouth spreads wide in a grin. "Gastly."

"I think that is also a yes," says the professor.

"I'm going to go try," you decide.

You have to try. You don't know what Gastly can do, but there's no way you can do this if you're...whatever you are now. A ghost, a memory, a being that your friends can't even see...there's no way you can help them unless you're whole again.

"Then my work here is done!" Looking deeply satisfied, Professor Oak strolls toward the door. "Perhaps I'm better at giving advice than I believed. Hm."

There’s no doubt that the professor just led you to the answer. Whatever his stated intent was, coming here, whatever he is and how he found you, you can’t help but feel like all he did was get you going and then let you work out the details for yourself. It feels somehow embarrassing, like manipulation, and also like the most masterful teaching by leading.

"Professor," you say.

He pauses in the doorway. "Yes?"

"I'm a Pokemon professor, now, too. Or, I'm going to be," you say, awkward. "If...if I make it out of this, I'm going to fix everything. It'll be like it was before, when you were alive. I'll...I can bring your lab back, if you want. Make things like they were before, with Pokemon, and new trainers…and..."

The old professor looks at you with...pride. It's pride, you realize, in the smile lines by his eyes and the quirk of his mouth, pride like a parent, like a grandparent. Pride in you.

"Nothing, child, would bring me more joy than that."

You beam at him, even as your eyes brim with inexplicable tears. "And if I die again, I'll find you."

"Let us hope you're as old as I am, with even more adventures to share, when that time comes."

"Thank you, Professor Oak."

He waves his hand. "No, please, believe me. Thank you, for being an excellent reminder, to this old dead man, of what living is about."

Professor Oak vanishes into thin air as he walks out the door.

Gastly is waiting there patiently when you glance over, wiping your eyes. "Let's do this."

You've almost gotten the hang of this new way of moving, as you descend through the floor again with Gastly. Back down there, only Seungmin is left.

He's sitting cross-legged on the floor next to your lifeless body, which is now free. The chandelier sits over to one side, thrown away and hopelessly broken.

When he spots his Pokemon, he jumps up. "Is she here?"

The Gastly just nods, and goes over to nudge its trainer affectionately.

"(Y/N)?" Seungmin asks the room at large.

"Yes?"

He doesn't react, so you assume he didn't hear you.

"If you're here," Seungmin says, "If you're here, I know what to do. We've done it before, just not with a person."

He tucks his hands into his pockets, waiting, it seems, for a reply that's not going to come.

"One time, I ran over a Weedle with my dad's car," he explains, with a sad smile. "It felt so shitty...and Gastly knew when it died, y'know...told me. But then Gastly just kind of helped it, hovered over it, and then...it came back to life. Wasn’t even hurt. It was like nothing happened to it at all."

They've done this before? And it worked?

"So, like, I know it can work. You just have to let it work. Help us, here," Seungmin says.

You approach your body with some trepidation. You don't like looking at yourself like this. Crushed, somehow without any gore but also pointedly, unavoidably empty. You wonder if the boys cleaned up, if they-

"Like with the Weedle," he says to his Pokemon.

"Gaaaaastly."

The Ghost Pokemon nudges you, this time, toward the body. You close the gap, closer, and closer, until you're right over it, until if you take another step, you'll be standing on it, in it-

But Gastly pushes again, and you stumble into your body. Your feet sink in as you stand there, disappearing wholly and joining the form you are now to the flesh that lays there, and again, quickly, painlessly, you black out.

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When you open your eyes again, you're met with shouting.

"I knew it would fuckin' work!"

Hands pry you up from the floor, wrap around your back, yank you into a sitting position, and suddenly you find yourself sobbing into a scrawny shoulder, breathing in the scent of cheap body wash and dust and the same laundry detergent that Chan and Changbin and Felix and Jisung and Hyunjin all smell like.

Seungmin's arms are wrapped around you, all of his too-cool adolescent awkwardness gone, as he lets you absolutely ruin his shirt with tears, as you gasp and hiccup your terror against him, as he kneels in front of you.

You’re okay. Nothing hurts, nothing is broken, though it should be. There’s the faintest tingle under your skin, like a limb regaining circulation after it falls asleep, but you’re okay.

You're laughing sheepishly through your tears when you pull back to look at him.

"Damn," Seungmin sighs, "You owe me a life debt, now, and I'm collecting with interest."

You laugh harder.

He lets you sit there, in his space, for as long as you need. It's only another moment longer, but it means the world.

"Where did the guys go?" you ask.

"Changbin and Minho went to go get the others. To Jisung and Hyunjin, first, over in Cerulean City."

"How...how long ago did they go?"

You have to ask, because suddenly you realize you don't have a great grasp on how much time you spent upstairs. It could have been just a few moments, which is how it felt, but...

"Hours."

You wince. "No way."

"Way."

Seungmin stands, then, and goes to pull the door open.

Sunlight spills in, the first tender rays of the sunrise, and a gust of cool morning breeze. You were up there all night, and Seungmin was here, waiting.

"I am so sorry," you tell him.

"For what?"

"You waited so long...and you didn't even know if..."

"That's what friends do, asshole. I would've waited even longer," he says.

He manages to be so exceptionally kind, and such a brat all at once. The ultimate kid brother energy.

"Thanks," you say.

"Duh. C'mon, let's get out of here."

He walks out the door, and you follow.

Surprisingly, it's not like you're in a hurry to leave. You're not scared of the tower anymore, that's for sure. You feel a little pang of nostalgia, a longing for the peace of existing outside of time and physical space. But you made a promise to keep going.

Outside, the weather is gorgeous. There's not a soul around, which means you're safe for now, but it also means the others are truly long gone.

"They really left," you say.

Seungmin nods. "Told you."

"But that means they don't know."

"Know what?"

"You know. This." You gesture down at yourself, whole. Alive.

"Oh. No, no they do not."

"Seungmin, they think I'm dead."

"You were dead."

"Still. They should know," you insist.

"We'll find them later. But if they went to the water guys, then we should go find Jeongin," Seungmin decides.

"Isn't it easier to go meet the others and then-"

"No, if we get Jeongin at the same time, then we'll all be together when we meet up again," he argues.

He's not wrong, but it still feels strange, to go somewhere when the others don't know you're alive. Especially when Jeongin is none the wiser to what's happened. You'll have to be the ones to tell him about Chan...

You're saved, however, from having to fight over it, because Somin's SUV drives up to the tower.

She's not at the wheel, though. It's a man, clear through the dashboard as he parks, and there's another man in the passenger's seat.

"What the fuck?" one of them yells clearly through the open window.

"Damn," Seungmin mutters, "Hoped we'd beat the caretakers."

They park the car, and out the doors tumble three men in identical garish orange polo shirts. There's a company name emblazoned on the chest, but the letters are too small for you to make out.

"Jesus, this place is a wreck," the guy from the passenger's seat says, pushing his wild curly hair back with one hand, as if to better see the destruction wrought on the tower. "The fuck did you do?"

"We didn't," Seungmin says.

"Someone did," says the third guy, slightly smaller in build than the other two but just as pissed. "And you're the only motherfuckers here."

"Look, we really need to get going, there's no time to explain what happened, but I promise, we will help fix any damage," you say impatiently.

"Like hell, you're going anywhere!" says the driver, a well-built guy with a mustache and a remarkably strong voice.

They don't look all that formidable, despite each being probably six feet tall. In fact, they have the slightly awkward look of people who prefer to spend their time inside and not confronting strangers at the ghost tower. The driver, with the mustache, has a little pin of a Beedrill on his shirt lapel. You think you can work with this, negotiate with them.

Seungmin obviously agrees, because he says, "If you let us go without any trouble, we will come back with more people to help, and we'll pay for dinner for everyone including you."

The driver thinks for a moment, and then he nods. "Okay, deal."

Passenger's seat guy groans, long-suffering. "Arin..."

"What?! They said they'd get dinner; you want me to pass up some tasty-ass shit just cuz they're trespassing?!"

"...Yeah, that's kind of the point of being caretakers, man. We caretake."

"Dinner and dessert," Seungmin promises.

"I think they seem nice," says the third guy.

"You said the same thing about the fuckin' Tauros, and what happened? Who got trampled, Ross?" passenger's seat guy asks testily.

"You don't have to be such a party pooper, Dan," the driver, Arin, says, sing-song and annoying.

Seungmin points back over his shoulder toward the road. "So...we're just going to go..."

"If I could just have the scooter in the back of that van, that would be great," you say. "And the bag by the front seat, the-"

Dan scrutinizes you. "You promise you'll be back?"

"Pinky-promise."

"And you'll pay for food?"

"Whatever you wanna eat," you say.

"Fine, take the fuckin' scooter and go."

So that's what you do.

The three caretakers promise to park Somin's SUV at their center until they come back, whatever that means. You assume they're holding it ransom to assure that you'll come back, rather than doing a good deed. But it takes care of one problem, so you don't mind.

Jeongin, as Seungmin reminds you, is training Fire type on Cinnabar Island. Which makes your scooter a good choice, since it's portable transportation that you can take on a boat with you, if need be.

It's far, but distance means nothing to you at this point.

You just need to get him, and figure out what to do next.

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You've never been to a volcano before.

There's a town on Cinnabar Island, of course, but as you're approaching the towering volcanic mountain on a ferry boat, your scooter leaning against the rail and Seungmin leaning against you, it's hard to imagine that there's anything else there.

Magma flows trickle into the sea from the side you're on, sending plumes of steam into the air. People choose to live here. Like, it's voluntary. You can't even fathom it.

And Jeongin is here.

You and Seungmin have been traveling for days. It's not that long of a journey, but the first day or so after being dead, your body needed a lot more sleep than usual. Maybe something to do with the time you spent out of it. That first night, you slept nearly sixteen hours, and Seungmin ended up waking you out of worry. You're okay now, but you're hesitant to go too long without sleep and overdo it.

The two of you made it just fine, though. Driving your scooter as far as you could across the province, then taking the boat, and now disembarking in the tiny seaside town with its colorful buildings and the volcano looming large over it all.

You wheel your scooter down the gangway, as Seungmin sets out in front.

"Smooth ride," he says.

"Wasn't bad," you agree.

"Now we just gotta find the gym."

The first local you ask, however, doesn't know anything about a Pokemon gym.

The second tells you that there used to be a gym, but an eruption destroyed it about a decade ago, and it hadn't been rebuilt. That there isn't a gym at all.

"Did Jeongin make up this Cinnabar Gym and run away to the Seafoam Islands for a resort vacation or what?" Seungmin grumbles.

"I don't think he would do that. Too sweet," you say.

"That's what you think."

But the third person you ask has the answer.

The Cinnabar Gym was burned down, and has been many times. So the gym leaders just keep rebuilding it. This most recent time, during the Pokemon resurgence, it was joined into an ancient building that already existed on the plot of land: the Pokemon Mansion.

It's more information than you needed, but you thank the stranger, regardless, and head in the direction they point you.

You understand why the gym keeps getting destroyed, when you get there.

The Pokemon Mansion is right at the foot of the Cinnabar Volcano. Lumpy black cooled lava flows come right up to the back of the building, and the half-burned trunks of palm trees stand scattered among the scrubby plants and trails of lava rock.

"What a shitty idea," Seungmin says. "Building right here."

"They must have a reason. I bet the volcano was a lot farther away, before. If it keeps erupting and growing."

The building, or what remains of it, has several floors, though you can see the that topmost one is charred, as if it burnt some time ago and was never repaired.

"Do we have to go inside?" you wonder.

"I'm sure."

It's not like the doors are locked - there aren't any front doors, anymore. Lost to time, or broken, or maybe burned. So you lean your scooter against the front steps, and the two of you walk right in.

Once upon a time, this place must have been beautiful. There are antique rugs and gorgeous clawfoot chairs, wall hangings and rich paintings, all in shades of burnt red. Whoever lived here took great care to coordinate, and the people who have been here since have left it all respectfully alone.

Mostly, anyway. There are the odd sheaves of paper on the floor, as if someone was upending files folders, searching for...something.

"Upstairs or down?" you ask, as you approach a grand staircase that sweeps up, and a much smaller staircase to the side of it that leads down, down, down.

"Well," Seungmin considers. "Down is closer to where the lava is. And this is a Fire type gym."

"I think underground it's called magma."

"Oh my fucking God, don't start with me."

You smile. He's made it the whole trip without killing you or leaving because you're too embarrassing, he's not gonna crack now.

"Down it is," you say.

At the bottom of those stairs, after a short descent into the darkness, there's a set of double doors, shut tight. Statues of Pokemon line the narrow passage; a Charmeleon, you think, and a Magmar...

Seungmin glances at you, shrugs, and knocks.

You wait for a few beats. There's noise on the other side, and then the door creaks open to reveal a young-looking woman.

"Yes?"

"Our friend is training here, we need to see him," says Seungmin.

"And that would be...?"

"Jeongin?"

The woman brightens. "Yes! Come in."

Unlike all of your other friends who you've sought out, Jeongin isn't battling when you and Seungmin follow the staff trainer deeper into the craggy underground gym. He's just sitting on a bench, eating a protein bar like a dog with a hard-earned treat.

He reacts with a full-body jolt when he sees you.

"Holy shit!" he mumbles, around his snack.

"I know. She's alive," says Seungmin, mischievous.

You elbow him, and he elbows you back just as hard. The kid doesn't even know-

"What're you guys doing here?" Jeongin asks, amazed. "Time's not up, is it?"

"On training week? No. But shit's been cancelled. We gotta go home," Seungmin says.

Jeongin sighs, wolfing the last of the bar. "What happened?"

"Chan is gone."

Jeongin chokes.

You elbow Seungmin again. "Right out with it, huh? Does the word 'tact' mean anything to you?"

"What do you mean, gone?" Jeongin sputters.

"It's a long fuckin' story," Seungmin says. "But basically, he got kidnapped, he's gone. And we need to get him back. But we all gotta meet up at home first, so get your shit and let's roll."

That, you think, must be the least helpful and most audacious way to possibly tell the story.

"Chan's gone," Jeongin repeats, like he can't believe it.

"Look, I know - I think I know where he is, and how to find him. But we do have to go back to the gym to do that," you say.

"Is he in trouble?"

"Yeah. He's kidnapped," Seungmin deadpans.

"Jesus. Okay. Lemme - oh, God, I gotta pack, gimme like...twenty-five minutes," Jeongin says, hauling himself to his feet.

"I'm gonna play here for a while," Seungmin decides.

He's looking at the pools of lava across the battling floor with far too much excitement. You don't really want to bear witness to whatever is going to go on, here. There's been enough mess in your life without Seungmin and boiling-hot lava in the same room.

"Need a hand?" you ask Jeongin.

The kid shrugs. "Sure."

The room where Jeongin has been staying is tidy in an adorable way. There's clutter, stacks of paper and a little pile of laundry and even a scented candle stuck on the bedside table, but it's all cluttered neatly, as if he's organized and his organization style just happens to be chaos.

"What, have you been studying in here?" you ask, amused.

Jeongin huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, kinda."

"They made you study?"

"I thought it was weird too," he says. "But I guess there's been a lot of important stuff in the Mansion. Like, Pokemon stuff that the gym protects."

"Important stuff, huh?"

"Yeah. Like, did you know the last time the volcano erupted, it wasn't natural? Some trainer did it, by accident."

You stare at him. "A person made the volcano blow?"

"Not alone."

"You're gonna have to explain."

Jeongin's busy throwing stuff into a dusty black duffle bag as he talks, but he manages. "So, like, ten years ago or so there was a trainer who wanted to find the Legendaries. All of 'em. And one of them, Moltres, the fire one, liked to hang out here at the volcano sometimes."

The Legendary Birds. There are three kinds, if your knowledge serves you. One is Articuno. Another is Moltres.

"So, this guy was like, obsessed. He lured Moltres here and then battled it, to catch it and train, or whatever. But it was a super powerful battle and eventually all the Fire attacks set off the volcano. A lot of stuff was ruined, and people were hurt, I think. It was the first time a person or a Pokemon affected a whole volcano."

It seems pretty unbelievable, to you, until you take a second to remember that you died a couple days ago. Maybe you should give these Fire trainers the benefit of the doubt.

"Who was this guy?" you press.

Jeongin shrugs. "The story doesn't say. Just that he was some guy, dressed in all gold."

Gold.

It all circles back around, doesn't it?

You don't need to share everything with Jeongin right now, so instead, you say, "That's wild. And they just told you all this?"

He nods. "They have lots of good stuff. They taught me about Mew, like about the first Legendary? The Mythical Pokemon?"

"Yeah, I'm familiar," you say stiffly.

"How Mew is like, the DNA of all Pokemon at once and how it likes to hide for centuries and come out to play sometimes," Jeongin says. "They said there's a story that circled a couple years back that Mew was seen, and helped out a trainer, but I don't know if that's true."

"It might be."

You just might know that trainer. You almost certainly do.

"And they told me about Mewtwo."

You haven't thought about Mewtwo in a long, long time. "The other Legendary?"

"The manmade one," Jeongin confirms. "Bunch of mad scientists created a Pokemon in the lab to be, like, the strongest baddest one of all time."

"If that one guy was looking for all the Legendaries, he should have just asked your Fire buddies. They seem to know everything," you tease.

But Jeongin just grins, kind of sadly. "Why d'you think they know so much? They shared all their research with him, and he turned on them."

"Their research? They just had this stuff laying around?"

"Literally. It's called the Pokemon Mansion cuz like two hundred years ago, some Pokemon researcher lived here, and all his books and notes and stuff were just in the building for anyone to find. The Cinnabar Gym just kinda claimed them."

"Jeez," you murmur. "You picked a hell of a place to come train.

Jeongin's smile sharpens a bit, turning more genuine, showing his dimples. "I know. And they're a kickass gym, too."

"How are the Pokemon?"

"So strong, I don't even know what to do with them. Chan's gonna flip his shit."

You start at the sound of the name. Jeongin shrinks as soon as he realizes - Chan's gone.

"Sorry," Jeongin says quickly. "I-"

"It's weird for everyone," you say.

He zips up his duffle with finality, in lieu of answering that. "I'm ready."

"Let's go."

Seungmin is still alive and unburnt when you get back out to the gym proper, and so is everyone else, so you consider that a success.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Ready," Jeongin confirms.

"I called ahead and asked the guys to meet us back home," Seungmin says.

"What'd you tell them?" you ask, wary.

"That I got Jeongin and we're coming back to the gym."

"Just that?"

"Why would I say anything else?"

He's not saying it in front of Jeongin, because no one's told Jeongin yet, but that means Seungmin didn't tell the others that you're alive. It's fitting that Seungmin is with you, because if you show up at that gym, they're gonna think you're a ghost.

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"Hey Seungmin?" you ask, into the dark.

The three of you had booked onto the very last ferry off the island, and night has long since fallen. It's a few hours' voyage, and since the boat isn't very full, it only makes sense to get comfortable. You're all laying on the deck in a little row, you and then Jeongin and then Seungmin, looking up at the clear mid-ocean sky. No staff have been around to tell you to stand up or get out of the way, so you're content to take the trip laying down.

"Yeah?" he answers.

"Why'd you make me come all the way out here?"

"Hey!" says Jeongin, putting on a big show of offense. "Am I not worth it?"

"You are," you assure him.

Seungmin is quiet for a moment.

"Well?" you prod.

"Didn't it get you out of your head?" he asks.

"It did."

"And didn't you enjoy getting to see somewhere new? Getting to see your favorite littlest Fire trainer ever?"

"I'm taller than you," Jeongin deadpans.

"It was fun," you say.

"Then isn't that enough?" Seungmin asks.

He's right. He needs to stop being right. "Yeah."

"Damn right. Be grateful."

You'll never tell him, because he'd be unbearable about it, but you are.

#pokemon au 😈#stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #kard fanfic #kard fanfiction #kard imagines #kard scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kim seungmin fanfic #kim seungmin fanfiction

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byulharang · 11 months

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bro someone pls roleplay sowoo with me I’m desperate for lesbians

#kard #jiwoo #somin #jeon jiwoo #jeon somin #krp #AU krp #bro plz I need THEM.#lit krp

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astraldynastykrp · 10 months

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✉ 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻

Dear gentle reader,

According to rumor, a monarch has created a place where the truest colors, regardless of how dark or brilliant they may appear, can be expressed. Under his guidance, he allowed his people to flourish, but have you heard? Not everyone has been fortunate in life. A sinister secret lurks within an enchanted kingdom based on a fairy tale. Unspoken secrets are still alive, but what will happen if they are revealed?

Yours truly.

Astral Dynasty KRP is a 19+ fantasy, sci-fi, and nsfw KRP set in an alternate magical medieval era when kingdoms and castles still existed. As a result, Semi - Literacy is another area of emphasis for Astral Dynasty.

HISTORY. WORLD. CITIZENS. SEALED ORDER.

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alex-fa-main · 2 years

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i had a lot of disjointed weird dreams last night but in one of them i made a super long post about how a snapped au applies to all my ocs except for azure bc theyre literally so shrug emoji that they just. dont/cant snap its just not in them

#like starlight could snap from the incredible pressure on her #obsidian basically did snap #i have about 50 snapped quartz aus #kards is kinda always three things away from snapping #like even in the right circumstances even ivory could/would snap #not azure tho. theyre built different

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sectorx89b-krp · 2 years

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☩ 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧....

𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

The world breaks down and countries separate into sectors as the war for resources and land continues, a rise of multiple new beings, classified as magic users, to serve and protect their sectors. Now year 2195, Sector X89B strives for safety and the best resources among the others.

Are you a citizen looking for comfort and a stable economy or are you a being just doing what it takes to get into the walls of Sector X89B, either as ally or enemy?

✦ History ✦Laws ✦Citizens ✦Species ✦Abilities ✦Occupations ✦Housing ✦Apply

#krp #kard #kard jiwoo #jeon jiwoo #mewe krp #mewe kpop roleplay #mewe roleplay #mewe krp roleplay #au krp #au rp #krpnet

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koqabear · 11 months

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Pretty Privilege (and its complications…)

♫: California Gurls, Katy Perry // Icky, Kard

“You love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while he‘s on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and right— even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.”

lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.6K

warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.) and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy.

smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? Embarrassing…

Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up.

A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce around— even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, he’s still able to spot you with eerie ease.

You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly.

His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously.

Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between.

God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.

A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.

A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway.

You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side.

It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation.

Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot.

“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?

“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!”

“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?”

Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…

Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now.

The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him.

The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand.

“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty.

Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there.

Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)

You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips.

Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric.

Oh god. He’s screwed.

You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy.

“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”

With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you.

Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.

You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you.

Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu.

“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?”

The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.

“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.

“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!”

You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side.

Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her.

“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response.

“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.

“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?”

“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!”

“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.

“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?”

Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.

“Can I get a water please?”

Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”

Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you.

“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?”

You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly.

“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.”

Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.

“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound.

You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him.

“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly.

“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly.

“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in.

“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down.

“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.

“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head.

“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”

“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.”

Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight.

“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.”

Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.

“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”

His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off.

You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…

You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.

He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad.

“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.

“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”

“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!”

“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”

“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you.

“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.

“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!”

“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”

“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”

To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.

The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look.

“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.”

Shit, you totally were.

-♡-

The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least.

It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.

Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level.

He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever.

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.

He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead.

“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear.

“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer.

“She’s not.”

You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk.

“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly.

“No, I’m not.”

You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something.

“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears.

“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?”

“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.”

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him.

“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?”

Horny.

“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours.

You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you.

“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.

“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.

“Do the rest for me?”

Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…

“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway.

Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible.

You, on the other hand, are not doing that great.

If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds.

The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly.

“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.

“Hmm?”

This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now.

“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”

Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes.

He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him.

Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.

“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?”

You think you might die if you don’t take him right now.

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state.

“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.”

You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more.

Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly.

-♡-

Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.

“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.

“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”

Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily.

“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”

“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you.

“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his.

“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet.

“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return.

He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it.

He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day.

“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.”

Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him.

“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly.

“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?”

“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.”

I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.

“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall.

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?”

The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.

If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.

“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully.

“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”

“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.”

His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple.

You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you.

Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.

“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”

“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”

“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”

It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already.

“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.

“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else.

“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.

“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.

“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.

Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.

“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.

Your body said otherwise, however.

“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more.

“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears.

“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”

You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment.

He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now.

“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.

“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”

His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling.

Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building.

You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.

It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move.

It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.

Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you.

“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”

You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely.

“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.”

You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely.

“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”

The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you.

It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”

With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure.

“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so.

“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.”

“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”

“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”

Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment.

“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so.

“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.

“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.

“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.

“Yeah. You were so good for me.”

Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach.

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 9 months

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tw: idol!Hyunjin x fem!reader, blowjob, deepthroating, mentions of unprotected sex (pls wrap it), making out, dry humping, cursing, hair pulling, secret dating!AU, slightly sub!Hyunjin - minors dni.

"Are you sure we're on our own?"

"They won't be leaving the gym any time soon, trust me, angel," Hyunjin reassures you between messy kisses, "It's just you and me in this room."

You flash a grin and resume kissing your boyfriend, sloppily pecking his jawline as your fingers fiddle with the hem of his muscle tee. You grind your clothed pussy right over his crotch, fairly positive you're gonna be soaking the tent under his sweats.

You get impatient and slide your hands under his top, riding it up to expose his stomach.

"I thought you said just making out today?" He gives you a playful raised eyebrow when you eagerly take off his top and drag your fingers over his torso.

"Change of plans, Jinnie," you bat your eyelashes at him, "I wanna suck your pretty dick."

Your confidence has Hyunjin twitching on the spot and he lets you have your way with him - you push him back on the pillow as you untie the string of his black sweats and slide them down just enough to let his hard cock spring free.

"No undies, Jinnie?"

"Easier access, angel."

You giggle at his response and lick a fat stripe along his shaft, wrapping your lips around his bulbous tip to suck on it like a lolly.

"Fuck angel, your mouth is heaven," he lets out a long drawn moan, "Go harder, please."

You comply and start bobbing your head on his dick viciously, wanting to see him come undone underneath you as fast as possible - blame the looming possibility of his members returning at any given time.

But perhaps you also want to see him all messed up with sweat and swollen from biting lips, his black hair sticking on his forehead as he tries to rebuild his composure.

A choked groan bounces off the walls of his room when you take his dick all the way to the base, hollowing your cheeks as you deepthroat him again and again.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck!" Hyunjin moans out of control and buries his hands deep in the roots of your hair, fisting it to keep you head in place. But he knows it won't stop you from making him cum - thank your lack of gag reflex for that.

"Babe wait, stop, I'll cum," he whines, but you don't relent and keep sucking him until he's pulling you by your hair off his dick.

"Ow! That hurt, asshole!" You slap his thigh in annoyance, your scalp throbbing in pain.

"I'm s-sorry angel, I didn't want to hurt you," he brings you on top of him, hands perched on your waist, "I really didn't want to cum in your mouth."

"Seriously now? I thought you loved it whenever I swallow after blowing you."

"I do! I just..."

"Yes?"

"God, I really want to fuck you right now," Hyunjin sighs, "But I don't have any condoms."

"Just fuck me raw, then."

"Y-You cannot be serious-"

You shimmy yourself out of your shorts and panties, revealing your embarrasingly soaked pussy, sliding two fingers over your slit to part the lips apart as it hovers right above his throbbing cock.

"I'm on the pill, I promise, Jinnie," you pout your lips, "Besides..."

"Don't you wish you were blowing this pretty pussy full of your cum instead of my mouth?"

#hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #Spotify

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Summary: Xiaojun really wants to watch you get fucked by your best friend. Pairing: Xiaojun x fem!reader x Hendery Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: light bondage with a belt, cuckholding, brief manhandling, fingering, dirty talk, protected sex, hair pulling, untouched male orgasm Word Count: 1,597 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Fxxk You by KARD

“You’re sure you want this, Junnie?” You ask for the millionth time.

Xiaojun nods, “I want this. I know you and Hendery both do, too.”

You nod and kiss your husband deeply, “I love you.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss.

When you mentioned finding your husband’s best friend hot offhandedly, you wanted nothing more than to let the ground swallow you. Then Xiaojun said he also found his friend attractive. That was a curve ball you hadn’t expected. What you couldn’t have anticipated was the suggestion that he came up with a moment later. Not only did your husband say he also found his friend hot, he also said he’d love to see his friend fuck you stupid. Your sex life with Xiaojun is more than enough. Still, the idea of being fucked by Hendery was appealing.

You and Xiaojun had a long talk about the logistics of it all before formally asking your friend to join you in the bedroom. When Xiaojun asked his best friend if he found you attractive, the other man looked like a deer caught in headlights. A light laugh escaping your lips seemed to ease the atmosphere. Hendery carefully nodded and said he found both of you attractive. Not only that, he also admitted that you were any bisexual person’s wet dream together.

Presently, you’re wrapped up in a silk robe that barely stops at your mid-thigh. Xiaojun is more dressed than you, not dressed up, but more covered. When a knock sounds on your front door, you watch how a sparkle shines in Xiaojun’s eyes. He’s just as excited to be nothing but a voyeur to you and his best friend as you are to fuck him. You remove yourself from your husband’s arms and waltz to the door. Pulling it open, you see Hendery wearing a comfy hoodie and sweatpants on the other side. The outfit mirrors that of your husband’s.

“Look at you, wrapped up like a pretty present.” Hendery muses.

You look away, slightly flustered by his comment, “Well, I have to look pretty before you fuck me.”

“And we’re all still game for this?”

The question is directed at your husband. You look back at Xiaojun and see a slight smirk dance across his face. Hendery, knowing his best friend, nods and wastes no time pulling you into a heated kiss. You make a small, surprised noise but quickly kiss him back. Hendery wraps his arms tightly around your waist. He walks forward, making you stumble backward a bit. Your eyes are closed. You don’t know where your husband is in the room, but you’re likely stumbling into the bedroom based on your orientation. The sound of a doorknob turning and the feeling of the back of your legs against your duvet only confirms your theory. You fall back on the mattress, and Hendery’s frame hovers over you as you continue to kiss.

For the first time since Hendery arrived, you get to come up for a proper breath. You watch as Hendery pushes himself off of you and stalks over to where your husband shifts in his spot. His sweatpants do nothing to hide his boner.

“Can you sit nice and watch me fuck your wife, or do I need to tie you up?”

You hear Xiaojun’s breath falter.

“I think I’ll need to be tied up.”

“Need to or want to?” The other man chuckles, pushing a finger against the underside of his jaw.

“Want to.” You hear your husband breathe out.

Hendery hums and grabs one of Xiaojun’s belts that was lying out. He guides your husband to strip all of his clothing off his body and kneel on the floor at the foot of your bed. Hendery carefully and safely binds Xiaojun’s wrists together in front of him. After ensuring that the other man isn’t in pain or too tightly bound, your friend returns to you. He grabs you by your waist and manhandles you onto your elbows and knees, your face mere inches from Xiaojun. It takes everything in you not to lean forward and capture your husband’s lips in another kiss.

“Where do you keep the condoms?”

“Dresser, top drawer.” You state simply.

Your eyes stay trained on Xiaojun’s even as you hear Hendery rooting through the drawer to find condoms. You feel the bed dip behind you, followed by the feeling of Hendery’s fingers running through your soaked folds. You still have your robe around you, but the fact that he can’t even be bothered to remove the one clothing item you have on makes you feel even more used in the best way possible.

Hendery pushes two fingers into you. Your eyebrows furrow together as you let out a moan. You still keep your eyes on Xiaojun as your friend fingers you. Hendery fucks his fingers into you for a bit, making you leak more arousal with each motion. You knew the entire encounter would be hot. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this, though.

“Do you even fuck your wife properly, Junnie?” Hendery questions, “She’s nearly falling apart on just my fingers.”

Xiaojun doesn’t respond. You can’t find it in yourself, either. Dropping your head forward, you let out another string of moans. You push your hips back, chasing the feeling of his long fingers inside you. Just as you feel your orgasm start to build, Hendery pulls his fingers from inside you. The bed shifts behind you, and you can hear the faint sound of fabric falling onto the bed. The telltale sign of foil ripping follows not long after. You gasp, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Want me to fuck you?” He breathes out, rubbing his cock head around your entrance.

“‘Dery, please!” You whine, wiggling your hips against him.

Xiaojun lets out a small whimper, making Hendery smirk behind you.

“Your wife wants me to fuck her, ‘Jun.” He reiterates, “Your wife wants to get fucked by another man.”

“She wants it.” Xiaojun confirms, “Give her what she wants.”

Hendery pushes into you. A broken moan escapes your lips. Your head falls forward onto the bed fully. Hendery reaches forward and unties the bow from around your waist. He then lets his hand travel higher and grab a handful of your hair. He pulls your head back, giving Xiaojun the perfect view of your fucked out expression and your tits bouncing as Hendery thrusts into you.

Your eyes travel down Xiaojun’s body. His cock is painfully hard and leaking. Still, he only watches with lust-fogged eyes as your friend fucks you stupid. A part of you could get used to having Hendery fuck you on the regular, even if you’re married to Xiaojun. Somewhere inside, you feel that Xiaojun and Hendery wouldn’t quite mind that either.

“You’re so fucking tight around me.” Hendery growls, “Is Junnie even fucking you?”

“‘Dery!” You moan, “Fuck! I’m gonna–”

“Already?”

You do your best to nod with his hold on your hair, “Wanna cum!”

Hendery chuckles, releasing your hair, “Your poor husband looks so desperate in front of us.” He notes, “Why don’t you go on and kiss him?”

Xiaojun’s eyes sparkly at the notion of finally getting some sort of attention. You crane your neck forward, a moan escaping as Hendery pushes a punctuated thrust into you. Xiaojun leans up to meet your lips. The moment you feel his plush, soft lips against yours, your orgasm hits you. Your pussy convulses around Hendery’s cock. Xiaojun quickly and easily swallows your moans. While Xiaojun isn’t getting any physical stimulation on his cock, he moans back into the kiss. Hendery is spewing filthy words into the room as he continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace. Xiaojun lets out a particularly loud, broken moan. You pull your lips from him for a moment to see that he came completely untouched. His cum paints his belly and wrists. The leather of the belt has cum on it too. The sight of Xiaojun riding out an orgasm without being touched almost sends you into a second orgasm.

Just as you’re about to dive into another kiss with your husband, Hendery retakes a handful of your hair and drags your body up against his. He turns your head towards his and captures your lips in a kiss. Your robe is completely open, and now Xiaojun has a relatively close view of how Hendery’s cock thrusts into you. Overstimulation starts to nip at you in a slightly painful way. You whimper into the kiss with Hendery, lightly biting his lip. Then, you feel Hendery still inside you. A low groan comes from his lips as he fills the condom.

He releases your body, and you nearly collapse against your bed. Weakly, you reach forward and undo the belt around Xiaojun’s wrists. Hendery busies himself with knotting off and throwing away the condom before returning to help you out of your robe fully. You’re enthralled in a deep kiss with your husband as Hendery removes the silk from your body. You hardly notice the slight throbbing in your pussy as Xiaojun starts to climb up the bed and on top of you. He still has his cum on his lower belly as he presses his body to yours, but you couldn't care less about the sensation right now.

“You have another round in you, my love?” He mumbles against your lips, “I need to show our guest here that I know damn well how to take care of my wife in bed.”

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Saffron City is the largest city in the entire region, and it shows.

All the other cities you've visited are similar, but this one is just so undeniably big. Densely-packed tall buildings, not so much urban sprawl with one specific highly-developed downtown but rather an urban center that covers many square miles, endless skyscraper apartments and office buildings. It seems that as the city grew, it grew up and out equally, height and circumference together.

It's stunning. If you like cities, that is, and you like them just fine.

Gorgeous, as the now very dusty SUV picks its way down one-way streets, as Matthew calls out directions from the passenger's seat and helps Somin navigate toward that address on that slip from Pallet Town.

"Do we know what we're gonna do when we get there?" you ask.

"No," says Somin, distractedly.

"Because we might need a plan."

"We'll just - damn it!" she hisses, as she hits another red light. "I hate it here."

"It's this next turn," Matthew reports.

Despite her complaining, Somin navigates easily into the correct lane, and it's only a matter of moments before the car is pulling up on front of just the most garish chromed-out building you've ever seen.

It's got an enormous logo across the top corner, the word 'KeyCorp" spelled out in golden block letters. But as you gaze up at it, as Somin parks and Matthew complains and J.Seph figures out how the parking meter works, you can see a different outline below those letters. The shape is stained into the paint, betraying that the building used to be called something different, belong to someone else. An S, you think. An I, an L...

The street address, written on the building's front entrance on a placard, fills in the blanks. 2 Silph Drive. This was SilphCo.

"What was SilphCo known for, again?" you ask.

"That's an old company," Matthew frowns. "Wicked old."

"The first Master Ball," says Somin.

"The only Master Ball," J.Seph corrects.

"I'm sure there are more, now."

"Maybe not. Ever seen one?"

"No," Somin replies, "But why would they make just one?"

"Experiment," Matthew says.

"If it's that powerful, I'm sure they would make more."

"Let's find out," you say.

The lobby is pristine to the point of abject inhumanity.

It's scrubbed clean, gleaming floors and security cameras in every corner and the distant clicking of shoes, somewhere. Elevator bays disappear into the higher reaches of the towering building, behind a row of turnstiles with scanners and a metal detector. A long, polished wood desk sits there in the entry before it all, manned by a bored-looking young woman in a pale gold uniform.

"Hello," she says, dully. "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes," Somin lies.

"With whom?"

"With...Ms. Lee?"

The woman pauses, and then nods, returning her gaze to her computer screen. "Let me check her appointments for today to confirm."

You glance at her. There wasn't any plan in place. She's making this up on the fly, and though it's working so far, with her good choice of generic name, there's no telling how far the grift can carry you.

"It's such a relief to be back in the office, on normal hours," Somin says, conversationally.

"I'm sure."

"We've had such a long drive."

The receptionism tsks. "It's the worst, isn't it? A bad commute?"

Somin's simper doesn't fail. "It really is. After the Pallet Town assignment and all..."

She's scanning the woman's face carefully for any change in expression, at her name-drop, but the receptionist just hums noncommittally.

"What are you doing?" you hiss, as quietly as you can manage.

"Getting us checked in for our appointment," Somin replies.

All this time laying low and making plans and sneaking around to get information, and she just wants to boldfaced lie to get into the building like this. It's admirably ballsy.

"Um, I don't see any appointments with Ms. Lee today..."

The receptionist glances among the four of you, more than a little suspicious, like she's actually taking in your casual clothes and travel-ruffled appearances.

"What's your name, again?" she asks.

Somin looks at you. You look at J.Seph. He looks at Matthew.

Matthew takes off for the scanners, vaulting himself over the turnstile. "We're bustin' in!"

Crimes. He did say he liked the crimes.

The three of you have no choice but to follow.

It was an easy leap for Matthew, tall as he is, and J.Seph also clears the turnstiles easily enough, but you and Somin have to scramble overtop bodily. Matthew has already hailed an elevator by the time you're on the other side of the security unit, and you pile into the waiting car, the door sliding shut on the sound of the receptionist calling ahead for help.

"Four of them - kind of homeless looking, I don't know-"

"I looked so much worse than this when I was homeless," Matthew says, jackhammer-pressing a random floor number.

"Great plan, fuckwad!" J.Seph says, smacking Matthew on the shoulder. "Now they're after us!"

"Nah. We can get a good look around before they catch us, if nothin' else."

"Security is probably already coming," says Somin.

"We'll outsmart 'em."

"Got a plan, then?" you ask.

"No," says Matthew. "But we'll figure something out."

"We can't just wing every single thing we do!"

"You guys are so dramatic."

The elevator reaches the fifteenth floor, and stops.

Unfortunately for Matthew and his general optimism, there are people waiting in the hallway beyond, and they don't look all that friendly. Three of them, dressed in black and gold uniforms, each with a utility belt holding a row of Pokeballs, they're all but tapping their toes as they come into full view between the opening doors.

J.Seph lunges for the buttons to close the door again, but there must be a kill switch somewhere, because the lights inside the elevator click off and the humming of the motor stops completely.

"Seriously?" one of the security officers says.

"Are we really worth your time?" Somin asks, with a sneer.

It's moments like these when you remember that she's more or less a criminal for hire. The poise. The aura.

"You shouldn't be in here," the officer says.

"And yet, here we are."

"We're going to escort you back down."

Somin smiles. "I don't think so."

She's talking a big game for someone with no Pokemon, and you're fascinated. What if she can just talk her way out of this?

"Okay," the officer says, "Then they are."

He pulls out a Pokeball, and his companions do the same.

So much for talking.

"Round up these clowns," the officer commands, as he releases his Pokemon.

But as soon as the Pokemon emerges, it stops.

Coiled on the ground, intelligent eyes peering at the group of you, still pressed into the elevator together, it's simply watching. It barely fits in the hallway, it's so big.

"Arbok!" Somin gasps.

You nearly choke on nothing. "No fucking way it's the same-"

"Arbok!" Somin repeats, elated.

The Pokemon hisses, practically wriggling, and it lunges forward to nudge its giant purple head into the elevator car so that Somin can scratch it down the snout with both hands. It's her Pokemon, alright. Apparently taking away their assets and putting them to better use means relegating perfectly battle-trained and well-loved Pokemon to guard duty with a bunch of arrogant pig-

"Get back here!" the officer howls. "Arbok, Tackle!"

"Arbok doesn't know Tackle," Somin says.

"Well, they promised me a stupid fuckin' animal that knows-"

"I'm sorry, is that how we talk about Pokemon around here?" asks Somin, cool audacity in her voice.

He's in trouble, now.

"I'll talk about that thing however I damn please!"

"Enough of this," one of the other officers says, "C'mon-"

He lets out his own Pokemon, which is equally useless, because he lets out Weezing. J.Seph's Weezing. You know, because it immediately joins Arbok in trying to cram itself into the tiny elevator car to be close to its trainer.

Stunned, the final officer tries his hand, and the resulting Pokemon is so tall and heavy that it cracks a hole in the ceiling as it stands up fully.

"Golem!" Matthew crows.

Terrible, excellent dumb luck.

"Earthquake," the last officer orders.

But Golem ignores him. Obviously, these Pokemon aren't about to listen to anyone but their trainers. And their trainers are here, now.

"Team K," the first officer says, realization dawning on his face.

"Have we met?" J.Seph asks.

"I mean - we didn't - not officially-"

"Oh, I remember," says Somin lightly, edging around her Pokemon to step into the hallway properly. "You three were in the unit that came to repossess our pets."

You catch the unspoken hint in Somin's recognition of the men: you're in the right place. KeyCorp is the right company. The officers step back almost instinctively as Somin steps forward, her own gait slow and predatory.

"It's unfortunate that you did that."

"It was our assignment," he redirects. "Nothing personal."

You wonder if she feels the irony that you do, in that statement. You can't help but remember Somin saying the exact same thing to you, once upon a time. Nothing personal. It's never anything personal, is it?

"You could have refused," she suggests.

"Not a direct order from the boss, we couldn't."

"Then I have a message for your boss," says Somin.

They're just corporate security officers, which means they're plainclothes, no armor, no weapons. Just the Pokemon, and those have already been proven to be at least partially Team K's own Pokemon, stolen. She walks right up to that first officer, standing uncertainly at the front of his little squadron.

She's about a head shorter than him, but she sneers, winds up, and delivers an uppercut to his jaw that sends the man sprawling.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" his teammate swears.

Somin shakes out her hand, her knuckles already reddening. "Don't fucking touch my Pokemon."

For a second, there's no sound other than the security officer groaning in pain from the floor, the clink of his uniform badges against the tile, as he writhes.

And then Matthew whistles, admiring. "Minny, you're the man, for real."

"You wanna give the rest of their Pokemon back?" you ask.

"As if," the second officer says, but his voice is shaky.

You hum, reaching into your pack and taking out one of your own Pokeballs.

"I wonder who's better at battling," you muse, tossing the ball from hand to hand, "Us...or you."

The second officer scoffs. "We're not just going to give you-"

A clattering sound makes him turn, to see the first officer running down the hall, a spotty trail of blood in his wake. His utility belt, with all of Somin's Pokeballs fixed to it, lays on the floor where he'd been standing.

"Apparently, you are," Somin says. "Quickly, please, we'd like to be on our way.

Really, you think to yourself, as the four of you ride the elevator back down to the lobby, Team K with all of their recovered Pokeballs in their arms, this wasn't so bad. Maybe you should just do everything without a plan. It's worked well so far. It worked damn well here.

There are no other security personnel waiting on the ground floor, no city police. No sign at all that you just had a physical altercation up there, inside a swanky corporate building.

It's almost too easy.

"I think they're letting us go," you say.

Matthew makes a noise like he wants to disagree, but J.Seph nods.

"I think so, too."

"Why would they let us get away with that?" you ask, rhetorical but curious. "I mean, they know who you are, right?"

"Right," J.Seph agrees. "They know all the dirt on us. They might even be following us, after that."

"Think they could have been following the whole time?"

"No," says Somin. "It wouldn't have been worth it, before, not when we were regular contractors and especially not after they cut us off."

"But now that we've proven we're too much for them to handle..." J.Seph trails.

"Then let's do something normal to throw them off," you suggest.

"Like?"

You grin. "The Saffron City gym is all Psychic type. Wanna go play?"

----------

You're biased in thinking that the most beautiful gym in the world is Celadon Gym, but the gleaming silver columns and vaulted arches of the Saffron Gym are also stunning.

It's big. Really big, and gorgeous. For a gym in a big city, you're surprised there isn't more traffic in the area. Spectators, or tourists, if not trainers looking for a battle. Your own home gym has school groups touring it, and private lessons, but this place is austere, quiet.

The van is the only car in the lot, when you and the others leave it there and make your way to the front doors.

They open for you, motion-activated and silent. Unlike in Celadon, there's no welcome committee, nowhere for you to check in or ask questions. That suits you just fine, though.

"Better just find the staff," J.Seph mutters.

"Probably in there?"

Somin's probably right, considering the enormous glass-paned double doors across from the entrance light up even as she speaks, quaking with the force of a blow on the other side, the telltale signs of battling happening in the next room.

So that's where you go.

Most of what's back there meets your expectations.

It's a beautiful empty space, golden walls and marble columns, a clearly-marked battle arena on the floor. There are a few comfort features, some spare tables and a line of doors that must lead off into more functional rooms, but mostly it's an intimidating space.

There are trainers, most of them in similar deep green uniforms giving away their status as members of the gym. There are Pokemon, primarily Psychic types but also some others - you can spot a good number of Ghost and Electric types among them.

The thing that you don't expect to see is a familiar face.

He's not wearing the same uniform as everyone else, so he stands out regardless. You zero in on the streaked hair despite yourself, on the rakish grin as the trainer guides his Alakazam in a battle against a Slowbro.

"Damn," Matthew says. "They don't fuck around in here."

One of the uniformed trainers glances up at the sound of Matthew's voice, and nods politely at the four of you.

"One second," the trainer says, "Someone will check you in after this round."

"No trouble," J.Seph assures.

The Alakazam wins. The trainer pulls it back, victorious, and turns around presumably to speak to the uniformed staff who've been watching.

But he sees you.

"(Y/N)?"

His stupid face. You can't help but smile. "Seungmin."

The way that Seungmin jets across the battling floor and comes at you, there's a second where you think that he's going to hug you. But that doesn't fit his image, and he knows it, so he stops short just in front of you, surprise painting his boyish features.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks.

"Getting into trouble," you say.

"It's good to see you, the fuck."

He's never going to instigate anything, so you reach out and squeeze his shoulder gently, affectionately.

"It's good to see you, too."

"He's one of the District 9 kids," Matthew says, like he's puzzling it out for himself.

"The one that lost to me," Somin adds.

Seungmin's expression sours when he takes in your companions. "Still with...them, I see."

"They're not so bad," you say.

"Working on your strategy, then?" Somin asks him, smirking.

"Right," Seungmin cedes. "We...had some downtime, and I figured it'd be good to work on my Psychic."

"Friends of yours?" that first uniformed trainer asks, joining the knot of you.

"She is," Seungmin nods toward you.

"Well, any friends of Seungmin's are welcome," the trainer says. "We can take, oh, half an hour break? Another round after, and then debrief?"

"Sounds good, thank you," says Seungmin.

There's more polite weight in his words than you've ever heard from him. Turns out he does know how to use his manners.

As permission is granted, the room relaxes. Staff trainers filter across the arena floor, talking, and some disappear behind the doors or take a seat right on the dirt to chat. It suddenly feels more like a gym, and less like a threat.

"Are you here alone?" you ask.

Seungmin nods. "Solo time. It's weird."

"Thought you were all about Ghost."

"Well, I figured if I master Psychic, I'll have two specialties, which makes me that much better," Seungmin says, with a sneaky grin. "Plus I'll know all the type weaknesses between the two, so I'll never lose."

"We can test that theory," Somin interjects.

He sends her a withering glance. "I'll pass."

"It really is good to see you," you say.

"We were gonna stop by and see if we could battle for a gym badge," Matthew says. "But this is kinda dope, too."

"Where are the others, if you're here?" you ask.

Seungmin sighs. "It was Chan’s idea. We're having some type-specific training time before we get back to the league. I picked Psychic, here I am, battling my way through all these guys about a million times a day."

It’s a good chance to try and get some perspective on what Felix told you, so you press, "You guys have been in the league?"

He nods. "Nonstop."

"Why?"

"Dunno. New way of life, though," Seungmin says. "I'm here, Jeongin is training Fire down on Cinnabar Island, Hyunjin and Jisung took off to Cerulean Gym like a week ago, and Felix stayed home."

"And the others?"

The expression that crosses his face is familiar and unsettling, an evil hint of a smile. You know nothing good is coming.

"Changbin brought Minho and Chan to train at the Fighting Dojo," Seungmin tells you.

You almost don't want to ask. "Where's that?"

"Oh, here in Saffron. Like half a mile away."

Fuck.

"I'm really happy to see you, but they might not be, by the way," Seungmin adds.

"I don't blame them."

"They can't hold it against you, still," J.Seph says. "C'mon, that's ancient history."

"Not everyone forgets things so quickly," you say.

"Like you," Somin deadpans. "Try to kill a person once, and they never shut up about it."

"So you admit you were trying to kill me."

"Now is not the time for this."

"Hey," Seungmin cuts in, "They might be super pissed, but, like, do you wanna see them anyway?"

"I don't know if I should," you say.

"We prolly shouldn't stay in one place for too long," Matthew says. "If they're really followin' us, we should stay on the move."

"Someone's following you?" Seungmin asks.

"Yeah, it's a long-"

"I don't really care," Seungmin decides.

Still a shitty kid. You missed him.

"We might as well go," Somin says.

"I don't think we should go," Matthew corrects, pointing at himself and then around at Somin and J.Seph.

He's right, you realize. As much as it makes more sense to stick together, lest anything happen while you're separated, there probably isn't any good reason to make the boys reunite with you and Team K at the same time. Especially not with the history you've learned.

"Then you go, and we'll settle where we're staying tonight," J.Seph suggests to you.

"You sure it's okay?"

"Sure, I'm sure. Don't break too many hearts over there," he winks, like the worst older brother in the universe.

"I'm done here in about an hour. Sooner, if we end this break early. Hang out until then, and I'll take you over," Seungmin offers.

He seems awfully insistent for you to go and meet up with his friends, again, and it makes you a little suspicious. Not that there are bad motives, or anything, but maybe that he's got a personal agenda. To make you see Chan again, you suspect, somewhere deep down.

Which is daunting. It would be daunting in any case, but after hearing Felix’s conviction that Chan has been looking for you, you’re more apprehensive than ever. But then, Changbin is there, and Minho...Minho, who you owe the world's biggest apology for putting him in harm's way when he was trying to help you...

You give in. "Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

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Team K are long gone, off to arrange a hotel or something for the night, and Seungmin's training session wrapped up a little while ago, and meanwhile you've had plenty of time to stew over what you're doing.

Here you are, back in the thick of it, in every which way. Back to all the ghosts of your past.

"We might have to sneak in," Seungmin says, as the two of you approach the sprawling traditional architecture complex that makes up the unofficial Fighting type gym.

You're suspicious. "Why?"

"Because they don't let people in without appointments, and even though they've met me before, they haven't met you," he reasons.

"So make an appointment."

"And," he adds, "If the guys see you before you see them, they might just take off."

That is very stupid and very possible.

"Fine."

Sneaking in, however, turns out to be easy.

The gates are unlocked, and you walk right in. The next door that you meet is also propped open, and the next after that, and the one singular trainer who sees you just waves merrily and continues on their way.

"Cocky bastards," Seungmin mutters. "What, don't need locks if your fists are hard enough?"

"Don't talk shit on their turf!"

"As if they care."

A few rooms in, you find what you're looking for.

A battle arena, not unlike the one in the official gym. But this one is partially underground; you and Seungmin emerge on a catwalk that runs around the perimeter of the arena space, and the actual floor is about twenty feet below.

That means you're out of sight, though, which proves helpful because the battle taking place down below is also exactly what you're looking for.

Ages ago, lifetimes ago, at the tournament where you'd met Team K again, you'd wondered out loud what Minho was doing with a Fighting type Hitmonlee. You'd been told to ask Changbin. You have more questions for Changbin, now, because it seems that lots of them have Fighting types.

The Pokemon in the ring are that Hitmonlee and a Hitmonchan, and the trainers are Minho and Chan.

Changbin stands on the sidelines, barking orders and advice and calling moves. There are other staff around, people in tan-colored shirts, but even these people whose job it is to train Fighting type can't stand up to Changbin's presence and - mostly - his loud voice.

"You call that a fuckin' High Jump Kick?!"

"I'm sorry!" Minho snarls back.

Hitmonlee ducks as Hitmonchan comes in with a new attack, flames up its strong bulbous fists, and none of that doesn't seem to satisfy Changbin.

"Chan, bitch, I keep telling you, if you lean that hard on Fire moves, you'll never fuckin'-"

"Quit backseat driving!" Chan snaps.

The worse part about it is the fact that you know for certain, despite the way they're talking to each other and carrying on, the three of them are having immeasurable amounts of fun.

Changbin is not deterred. "Look, just try-"

He's cut off by Hitmonchan catching Hitmonlee's attack and stopping the fight completely, just one Pokemon's strong leg held aloft by the other's strong arms. A stalemate.

"Oh. Ah."

"Can we call it?" Minho asks, panting like he's the one giving it his all.

"I guess," Changbin grumbles.

"Thank you. Fucker."

"But you're a couple of pansy-ass-"

"It's about time to wrap up, anyway," one of the staff members interrupts, before more insults are thrown.

"Besides," another staff adds. "We have company."

They jerk a thumb up at the catwalk, where you and Seungmin lean against the thick railing that rings the platform. Seungmin waves, and you freeze.

To your credit, Chan freezes, too. His Pokeball falls right out of his hand and clunks awkwardly onto the floor. Minho calls back Hitmonlee and stalks away, out of sight. And Changbin lights up like a firework.

"No fuckin' way!"

Changbin opens his arms like he expects you to drop the two stories right into them, and honestly, you're tempted.

But to spare yourself (and him) the broken bones, you just go for the stairs, taking them at a breakneck pace, skipping as many as you can without tripping. You're fully aware how silly you look, running to him, someone who you knew for (as you keep having to remind yourself) only a short while, a couple of weeks. You also don't care.

Loving harder is part of this whole deal. You missed him, and now you don't have to miss him anymore.

"I can't believe you - what are you doing here?" Changbin is asking, incredulous, as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Trying to fix things," you say.

His arms are still held open, patient and welcoming, and you can't help the way you run forward and don't stop until you're nestled against him, head at the crook of his neck and his strong arms around you. You've never hugged Changbin before, but it feels like you've done it a hundred times. He pulls you back to hold you at arm's length, just to look at you.

"Fuck, I didn't think you'd be back," he grins.

"I couldn't stay away," you reply.

Changbin just laughs, and lets you go gently.

Seungmin has made it down to the arena level, by this point, and you glance over to see him hanging over Chan's shoulder, looking more amused than he has any right to. Chan still hasn't moved, watching you with a slightly dazed look in his eye, like he's not sure what he's supposed to be seeing.

You charge on, giving him another moment to collect himself, and shoving Changbin lightly on the arm with a, "Look at you, calling the shots out here."

"They looked pretty good, huh?" Changbin says, with some of his finest bluster. "All my idea."

"What part?" you ask, amused.

"Them getting these Pokemon."

"You wanna spread the glory of training Fighting?" you tease.

"Nah, it's all for the bit," Changbin says.

Something clicks into place, and you cough out a laugh. "Wait - because - Hitmonchan?"

"Hitmonchan," Changbin agrees. "And Hitmonlee, as in Lee Minho. Funny, right?"

Well, mark that down as another person's last name you're learning way too late.

"It's so dumb!" you protest.

"That's what's great about it."

You really did miss him.

Figuring that there's no way to avoid it forever, you turn around fully to face Chan. He's stiffened up, shrugged Seungmin off his back and picked the Pokeball off the ground.

"Hi, Chan."

"Hi," he answers.

"How have you been?"

"Fine. I'm not about to make smalltalk with you," he says flatly.

"Then I'll cut the bullshit. I'm sorry, Chan."

"Sorry for what?" he asks. "Sorry for teaming up with your own enemies and putting the lives of thousands of people in danger because you couldn't control yourself?"

He's lashing out because he feels wronged, and you fully know that, but it still stings.

"For leaving without telling you, yes. For disappearing."

"You could have come back."

"I couldn't. You know I couldn't."

"You can do whatever you want. You make that perfectly clear," he snaps. "Which means you didn't want to come back."

"Chan, I'm sorry for-"

"For almost getting Jeongin killed, maybe?"

"For that, and-"

Chan holds your gaze coldly. "Or maybe for fucking Jisung and Hyunjin, when I thought...I thought maybe..."

Next to him, Seungmin winces.

"That's enough of that shit," Changbin cuts in firmly.

"Minho had the right idea getting the hell out of dodge, I can't do this," Chan says.

He turns, then, and walks away. It's not smart to follow him. It won't fix anything, mostly because he's asking you to apologize for things that you're not sorry for doing.

"You betrayed us," Chan says, pausing in the doorway. "We trusted you and you left. That's not what you do when you're on a team."

The heavy door into the next section of the gym slams behind him.

Changbin looks at you, crestfallen. "He doesn't mean all that."

"Yeah, he does," you say grimly.

"He'll calm down, though, and he'll talk to you for real. Minho, too, I'm sure."

"Don't push them. I get it."

It's just as well that you get a message then, telling you that Team K are outside the Dojo to collect you. A good buffer, a perfect escape right as things are getting messy.

"I should go," you say.

"You just got here," Changbin whines.

"And I should go."

"Don't make us wait around for you again. We'll miss you too much."

"I miss you guys too," you say, and your throat is tight as you do.

You let him get one good hug in, a tight squeeze that nearly knocks the wind out of you, and then you head for the exit again.

"Tell Chan I'm sorry, again. And Minho, too," you say, as you climb the stairs.

Changbin just watches, eyes sober. "They'll come around."

"I know they will. Bye, Changbin."

-----

Sliding into your seat in that SUV has never been more difficult than it is in this moment. There's an urge in your chest, not logical or practical but very much real, to go back in there and hold Chan and Minho close, to make them understand how much you care, how sorry you are. To crush them with how sorry you are, make them feel secure in a hug like Changbin can do.

That's not going to happen, though.

If they forgive you, someday, that'll be on their time.

"Did you find somewhere?" you ask Somin softly.

She hums, affirmative. "A pension. Kind of out of the way, in the next town."

"We thought you'd want some distance. Seems like that was a good call, huh?" Matthew says.

"It's harder to follow us out there, too," J.Seph adds. "If anyone is still following."

You nod. "Good thinking."

"I take it things didn't go well?" Somin asks.

"Not really. It's okay, though."

"If they're your friends, they'll come around," says J.Seph.

"It's my fault they're upset. They'll figure out if they want to make up or not, eventually," you say. "It's fine. I just want to go to bed."

The car ride isn't long.

This pension is in another little town, a misty and underdeveloped place with a crooked sign that you pass on the way in, reading Lavender Town. A huge tower looms over the small buildings that comprise the town proper, lit up but only partially.

"I don't think I like it here," you say.

"It was cheap," J.Seph dismisses.

"We'll be okay for a night," Matthew agrees.

It looks cheap, when you pull up to the tiny vacation rental home. Cozy, sure, but a little run-down, ivy growing up the wooden siding and overgrown plants in the front yard.

And there are only two bedrooms, when you get inside.

"Split up boys and girls?" Matthew suggests.

"You just don't want to room with me because of that time with the mask packs," Somin says.

"Damn right."

"Whatever option gets me to sleep faster," you say.

So boys and girls it is.

Each room only has one bed, because of course it does. On the one night you would really rather be alone, to cry, maybe, or at least to feel sorry for yourself, you have to be right up in someone else's business. And of course, that someone is Somin.

Matthew or J.Seph would leave you alone if you asked. Not her.

Somin bothers you right away.

You've both showered, and gotten into pajamas. She stands at the door, hanging up clothes on rack there, and you're under the covers, ready to roll over and not move for the next twelve hours, when she speaks.

"I know how you feel, you know."

"That's nice," you say, dismissive.

"I know how your friends feel, too," she says.

"Your whole career is self-interest and double-crossing, that doesn't surprise me," you mutter.

Somin scoffs. "You forget that the last person who I trusted wholeheartedly ended up leaving me, too."

"You trust people?" you ask, annoyed, sitting up again.

She matches your tone. "I did, once. And look where that's gotten us."

"You don't trust the guys, then?"

"Of course, I do. But they've known each other much longer than they've known me. It's different. But with her..."

Jiwoo. She means Jiwoo.

"I forgot," you say, softening again.

You forgot that Jiwoo isn't just someone who walked out of your life, whose new status in life is heartbreaking to you. You forgot, despite everything, that Team K lost her too.

"We really weren't close. Not like you were with her," Somin admits.

"That doesn't mean she didn't matter to you."

"I know that!" she snaps. "I know. We weren't sisters, or anything frivolous like that, but we were teammates. Friends, I think. I would have helped her with anything, done whatever she needed. And she still left."

"Yeah."

"So please believe me when I say that I know how your Channie feels, alright? I understand."

Her voice is constricted. It's the most emotion you've ever seen from Somin that's not anger.

"I'm...I know it doesn't help, but I'm sorry," you say.

"No," Somin brushes it off, "No, I just...wanted you to know. That I understand both sides. But it's not the same. Jiwoo and I were coworkers, cordial but trusting. You and Chan...it was different, wasn't it?"

"It was," you say.

She smiles humorlessly. "I thought so."

"But I mean..." you hesitate. "I've known you and the guys much longer than I ever knew him. If we're talking pound for pound, instance for instance, we're closer."

"All of us," she clarifies.

For once, you are brave. "And you and me."

Somin blinks at you. "Me and you?"

"We're close, aren't we?"

"I guess we are," she says, as if she hasn't thought about it.

"I haven't had that many close girl friends since I was a kid," you say. "I have some, of course. But I haven't had one good, close friend like that in a long time."

"I don't know that I ever did."

You stand up, leaving the warmth of the bed to go over to where Somin is still lingering by the door. "You should try it."

"Maybe I will."

The path from there, standing in front of one of the most perplexing people you've ever known, to kissing her, is hazy, but you traverse it nonetheless.

Because here you are, with Somin's body against you, her hair soft in your hand as you guide her, sucking her bottom lip into your mouth as she tugs on your clothes like she thinks you're going to leave if she's not clawing you ever closer.

"Sorry," she murmurs, "I don't think this is what friends do."

"It can be," you answer.

She hums. "Oh?"

"What's a little fun, between friends?"

She seems to take your words to heart, because she pressed another filthy, tongue-filled kiss to your waiting mouth before she drops to your throat, and bites. You yelp at the sensation, pinching at her side as if to get revenge, and she laughs.

"Should I stop?" Somin asks, her voice a low purr that sets your skin on fire. "I know you like Chan, I would hate to confuse things further."

Why does she keep bringing up Chan? Why can't she just let that go? Why can't everyone get over what happened?

Why can't you?

"I like Chan. And I like you, and I don't think we should stop this," you say, breathless, "But fuck...I feel like you need to know. I have to tell you. As a teenager, that whole time, I was always-"

"A little bit in love with Jiwoo." Somin finishes. "Yes."

Exactly the same, the two of you.

"I'm glad we met," Somin says, mouth hot against your ear.

You have to laugh at that. "Me too."

"And I'm glad that you think being friends, and having a little fun, are not mutually exclusive."

Somin, with her sharp feline eyes and her delicate face, her body in her skimpy nightshirt and shorts, her mouth still attached to the pulse point under your ear, could probably make you agree to anything right about now.

You don't know how far you would go with Somin. Or if it would change anything between you, despite what you've both said.

You don't find out.

There's a knock on the door, right beside the two of you tangled up together, and the loud sound startles you both so much that Somin jumps, her head knocking your chin and your arm crashing against the wall.

Luckily, you've moved far enough apart by the time the door opens.

"Hey," says Matthew, peering in, sleep-rumpled and totally shirtless. "Bad news. We got company."

"KeyCorp?" you ask, all attempts at having some fun forgotten.

"Not yet, but I think - well. I'll let them tell ya."

He heads back down the little hallway, and you follow, annoyed.

"What's that supposed to - oh."

The house is small, so you've already reached the living space and had your question answered.

Standing there uncertainly, still in their clothes from the day of training but now much dirtier, there they are. Minho, Seungmin, Changbin, and Chan.

"Well, hello," says Somin, far more cordial than you would have expected.

Changbin and Seungmin greet her back. Minho simply stands with his arms crossed and brow furrowed. And Chan...is looking very unsubtly back and forth between Matthew, who is mostly undressed, and you...you, with the brand-new hickey that you can now feel absolutely throbbing on the side of your neck.

Oh, God, he probably thinks-

“How’d you find us?” Matthew asks.

Seungmin, for his part, grins. “I had Gastly track you.”

Of fucking course he did.

“Then why are you here?”

"We got run out of the Fighting Dojo," Seungmin says.

"Pardon?" Somin asks, nonplussed.

"A bunch of fuckin' narcs in gold outfits came in and told us the place was shut down, and kicked us out," Changbin says. "Some of the staff put up a fight and they got straight-up arrested."

"Gold outfits?" you repeat.

"KeyCorp. They're really followin' us," Matthew says.

Seungmin makes a sound of disgust. "Their leader was this really bitchy girl - dressed in all teal, hair like a skunk..."

Somin wilts. "They sent her?"

"Then they're serious," says Matthew. "Shit."

"They sent Jiwoo?" you ask, praying you're wrong.

But of course, Somin nods. "If they sent her, they mean business. She has much more power in the hierarchy than the kind of grunts who came for our Pokemon last time."

"These people are following you?" Minho asks.

It's the first time he's spoken, and it's cutting.

"Yes," says Somin.

Minho turns his intense blank-eyed stare on you. "Then it's your fucking fault, again?"

"My fault?" you balk.

"Like every other fucking piece of bad luck that comes our way, yeah! Your fault!"

"Dude," Changbin says, "Calm down-"

"Fuck, no! If she didn't come track us down, these people wouldn't be after us, right now!" Minho snarls.

"Look, if we all stay here, we're easy prey," interjects J.Seph, joining the lot of you in the living room. "We have to move, now."

"Move where?" Chan rasps.

He's looking only at J.Seph, eyes glued to him with an intensity that suggests he'll die if he looks at you, or Somin, or Matthew.

"We need somewhere with one entrance, that's easy to defend, and harder to destroy than a wooden house," J.Seph says.

You have the answer immediately. "The tower."

"That's a bad idea," says Seungmin.

"We don't have a choice. We have to go somewhere," says Somin.

She's already heading for the door, undoubtedly to check the perimeter before everyone charges out together. There's no one on the other side, once she gets it open, but in the distance, there's a flash of color, a shape, high above the trees.

Brown. Flying.

Luckily, you're not the only one who sees it.

"Is that Fearow?" Somin asks.

You don't trust your mouth. You just nod.

"The tower, then."

"I'm telling you, we don't want to go there," Seungmin says.

"Look, you're either comin' with, or you're dealing with these people that we know about and you don't, without us," says Matthew.

You and Team K hadn't even unpacked the car aside from your change of clothes, so sure that you would only be sleeping here and then moving on the morning, and that's all to your advantage. No wasted time repacking, no having to leave crucial things behind.

"I'll stash the car somewhere off the road so they can't find it, and meet you at the tower," says Somin.

"Take Seph. I'll go with these guys," Matthew says.

"That leaves the rest of us on foot," says Changbin.

You glance at Matthew, and at Chan.

"On foot, then," you say. "Let's hurry."

-----

The tower is much worse up close.

You understand why Seungmin insisted it was a bad idea to come here, the closer you get. It's several stories tall, sided with plate metal, reflecting every dim glow of the town in the distance, and there are two eerie projecting pieces on the sides and one on top that look like horns. Cartoonish, maybe, but unsettling, in the dark like this. Scary.

But you think you're right, too. It'll be easy to defend, once you're inside.

And if something happens to this decrepit old building, well. Much less your fault than if you destroy the rental.

Despite being the sole voice of dissent, Seungmin is the first one inside.

"Oh, the vibes are awful," he reports, from inside the creaky doors.

Changbin crosses his arms over his chest, as if to ward off the vibes. "Then why do you sound so happy?"

"Dunno."

"Y'all gotta hurry," Matthew says, following Seungmin inside. "If they catch us off guard out here we're toast."

The vibes are indeed awful.

You get the feeling that this is an old, old building. And you've been in more than your share of old buildings lately. The walls are age-stained, peeling wallpaper and gaps in the crown molding. Antique furniture, so old that it's crumbling to bits, sits abandoned. You can barely make out the shape of several large chandeliers, hanging down the length of the room.

"I would be careful," says Seungmin, as everyone joins him. "I don't think the floors are very strong."

"What makes you say that?" asks Chan, from the back of the group.

He points into the darkness. "That."

You see what Seungmin sees, after a second.

There's a hole in the floor. There's a hole in the ceiling, too, like something - or someone - fell through the levels of the tower all at once and ended up in the basement.

"Oh," says Changbin, uncertain.

"Scared?" asks Matthew.

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Fuck yeah."

"That makes three of us," Chan murmurs.

"What even is this place?" you wonder.

Seungmin walks gingerly near the edge of the hole. "Some of the gym staff were talking about it. I guess it used to be used for something? People are afraid to come in, so no one really knows anymore."

"Well, it's creeping me out."

"I bet people died here," says Minho.

Seungmin grins at him. "I bet-"

He stops, silent, at the sound of footsteps. Outside, on the dirt path that leads up to the tower. You watch as Minho's hand slips into his jacket pocket, and as Chan goes for his own Pokeballs in his backpack, before a figure stops at the door.

It's just Somin.

"Found you," she says, peering into the darkness.

J.Seph is right behind her, and the two of them come into the building after you. Nothing left to do now but wait.

"Hey, d'you think people died here?" Minho asks her.

"Probably," she says coolly. "You'll be next if you don't mind your manners."

The tower door chooses that moment to slam shut.

Screaming fills the room, and as Somin lights up the flashlight she'd brought with, like a practical adult, you can see who it is: Matthew, Changbin, and Chan, because of course.

"Shut up!" you hiss.

"Doors are not fuckin' supposed to do that!" Changbin insists.

It's not like you're not scared, yourself. On the contrary, you find yourself shifting closer to J.Seph, who's still just standing there calmly, wishing you could siphon his courage. Seungmin's eyes are fixed on a spot right beside the closed door, and the slowest smirk is spreading across his face.

"Are you a Gastly or a Haunter?" he asks.

There's a faint chuckle from nowhere, a gasping inhuman laugh, and then a pair of enormous white eyes materialize on that same spot.

"A Haunter."

"How-" Chan clutches at his chest, "How did you know-?"

"You think I don't know when there's Ghost types?" Seungmin says.

"Jesus fuck," Matthew swears.

"Hey, some people say Ghost types are just Pokemon that died, so in a way, you're right," Seungmin tells Minho.

"That doesn't make it better at all!" Changbin groans.

You're not bothered by the Ghost Pokemon here. There are Pokemon all over, and Ghost types are just another type, theories be damned. It's the reason that the Haunter felt the need to slam the door that concerns you.

Because not a moment later, there's a pop outside.

A window shatters. A dull thud.

Somin swings the flashlight around, until she spots it: a pitted hole in the wall, not far from where she's standing.

A bullet hole.

"Go," Somin urges. "In, farther, now-"

"Watch the floor," Seungmin yelps as he takes off.

Edging your way around the jagged opening in the floor, you keep your eyes on the faint outline of Seungmin as he heads towards the stairs on the far side of the room.

There's no way out if you go up, but maybe-

The door slams open again, so hard that the whole structure rattles, the chandeliers swaying above your head.

"That was a warning shot. Don't make me do it again."

"Fuck," mutters J.Seph, just behind you.

You know what he means.

That's Jiwoo's voice. Her accent thinner and less noticeable after all these years, but it’s her. You could never forget.

A man comes in first, and then another man, and a few more people, all dressed in the gold and black uniforms that the other KeyCorp security had worn. Some of them have Pokeballs in hand, but some of them have weapons. You don't know if you've ever seen a gun in person before, unsheathed and at the ready.

When Jiwoo comes in, it's like your mind goes to static.

She's dressed in a power suit, a blazer and shorts in a deep maroon color, and her hair is still dyed in streaks of black and white. Her dark eyes are ringed in makeup, the way she always liked it, but her stance is a hundred times as confident as it ever was when you knew her.

It's obvious that she's grown since then. So have you.

"Hi, (Y/N)," she says, voice deep and calm, just the same. "I have to say, you keep pretty interesting company these days."

You can't say anything. You just look at her.

"I mean, who would have thought? My old team?" she tuts. "And these new guys, too. They have a lot of cool tricks up their sleeves, if their files are correct."

"What's the deal, here?" Minho asks boldly.

"The deal is that interesting assets join KeyCorp, no questions asked," Jiwoo says.

"And we're interesting assets?"

"You are," Jiwoo nods. "You, your Pokemon, these degenerates..."

She gestures at Team K. Somin bristles.

Matthew makes a little noise of disbelief. "Woo, you can't fuckin'-"

"I can," Jiwoo interrupts smoothly. "So let me tell you how this is going to go. You all are going to come with me, and we're going to find a place for you in KeyCorp."

"Or?" Chan challenges.

"Or, nothing. There's no other option. You're coming with me."

She has all the strength she would need to make a threat. Come with, or die. Or something of that sort. But she's not doing it.

You wonder why.

"No," says Somin.

"I have to agree, no fucking way," says Minho.

Jiwoo sighs. "That's the wrong answer."

Seungmin is slowly, slowly ascending the stairs, and Changbin is right behind him. You think they could probably get away, but the rest of you are right out in the open. You and J.Seph are the closest to Jiwoo. But you're also some of the people who could distract her best.

"I don't see why you need all of them," you say.

"They're my directive right now. I follow instructions," she replies.

It's the stupidest possible thing to say, but you say it. "You've wanted me this whole time, haven't you? Since that first tournament in Azalea City? Take me, then."

It's Changbin who yells, "Don't-"

"I'm making you a deal," you interrupt. "Take it or leave it."

Jiwoo is actually struck speechless, looking at you as if she's not quite sure if you're serious.

"Me, or no one," you say.

You go to take a step toward her, to show that you're not bluffing, and that's where everything goes wrong.

You stumble.

In your haste, at some point during the journey, you didn't close your bag all the way.

Your Pokeballs spill out.

One of them falls right on the release button, and there she is, in the middle of this mess. Your baby.

You yelp, "Oddish, don't-"

"Catch it," Jiwoo orders, waving one of her henchmen forward.

No.

Frightened and in the dark, your Pokemon takes off, squealing. You dive after her.

Behind you, another flash of light, a Pokemon being released, and you hear the earsplitting bark of Chan's Arcanine. The building tremors again with the force of it.

"You're going to regret that," Jiwoo spits. "Do what you have to."

It all happens so fast that you don't have time to react.

One instant, you're chasing Oddish, her little leaves just under your hands. Another pop of what you now know is gunfire rings out. The loud creeeeeak and snap of wood letting go.

Somin screams something. Chan screams something. You look in the direction of Arcanine's fire, and something gold reflects over your head.

And then you don't remember anything at all.

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