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ghastlybin · 1 year

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Can I request an angsty DC 8th member fic. I just need to read more 8th member au's and I love angst

Word, thank you for the request!!! Your wish is my command <3 =)) By the way, anyone else reading this, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FIRST! I BEG YOU.

Pairing: Dreamcatcher + 8th member! GN reader.

Word count: 2k

Genre/contents: Dreamcatcher’s 8th member! AU, Angst, heavy topics.

TW: Depictions of depression and anxiety. Kinda heavyish on imposter syndrome, insecurites, not feeling good enough, etc. The Y/N struggles with mental health and imposter syndrome, for short.

Note: I think I suck at being happy but I did attempt a happy-ish ending but I also didn’t want to be like “hey, depression. Now y/n is cured!1!1” Because that’s not how it works, sadly. But I at least tried to imply baby steps to managing the readers mental health better in the future rather than hold it all in kinda? I hope? Also the dialogue at the end that isn’t spoken by the Y/N is up to your interpretation. Could be any member you feel would say it or even your bias. Up to you. Anyways, enough stalling, thank you again, ily, and I hope you enjoy despite the topics depicted. (I really don’t know how else to word that- I am so sorry but yk what I mean though I hope lmao) I ALSO DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE if I do :(( I tried not to be offensive here.

Ignore the fact that I couldn’t find a gif lol goodnight/morning/afternoon it is currently 5am so I’m gonna dip but ily!!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, the idol life.

You worked hard for years and finally got to debut as the eighth member of Dreamcatcher, putting music out that you’ve worked years to be able to put out.

But this? The self-doubt, the imposter syndrome, your insecurities that are constantly being picked out and called out by critics and antis.

You were always in a constant battle with your own mind, each word playing on repeat as you began to pick yourself apart and wishing you worked just a little bit harder to be as perfect as your fellow members.

Every day, every comeback, every waking moment, you worked harder and harder to fit in with the girls.

No matter what you did, you still felt less than others.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You were supposed to be happy, enthusiastic, and in love with music— And you were.

You were happy. Happy you got to debut. Happy you were in a group full of wonderful women who were by your side every step of the way.

You were enthusiastic. Enthusiastic about performing. Enthusiastic about always putting in the most effort you could manage.

Of course, you were in love with music. Making music, singing, performing, and even producing it.

With each comeback, you recieved so much love from fans, dreamcatcher, and even staff, treating everyone kindly and respectfully and hoping they didn’t face the same feelings you felt deep inside.

But even with so much support, you still felt alone.

The loneliness was as intense as a monster that wanted nothing more than to eat away at your soul day by day.

And you would’ve let it, the pain inside debilitating your will to stay strong day by day.

You would’ve allowed yourself to drown completely, had it not been for your members there to keep your head above water and your passion for making music— Which was very much still there and still stronger than any demon eating away at you.

Handong was the first to see through to your emotional pain. The existential dread of never being enough.

You were seated beside her at a restaurant during dinner with the girls after a successful show.

The shaking of your hands, your heart beating through your chest, each vein pulsating with each beat.

Did I mess up the show?

You remembered how your mind raced with questions that you know you’d never believe the answers to.

Did anyone cheer for me during my parts?

Handong could feel something was off about you. Maybe it was the way you smiled without any feeling behind it. Maybe you were shaking too much for it to just be post-performance adrenaline.

Whatever it was, she realized the pain you were in. How it wasn’t something you could slap a band-aid on and be done with.

She saw you cry that same night, the pent-up emotions you had kept hidden from your group.

You wanted to be like them. Perfect, cool, and an amazing performer. You wanted them to think you were perfect, cool, and just as amazing as they were.

Instead, you cried, wishing to wake up as the perfect idol.

You remembered how tight Handong held you, listening to your wordless cries for as long as you needed.

And it hurt more, with as much love and support you received, all it took was for one negative comment to twist your day upside down.

You hated the power that had over you. How it altered your mind for the worst.

And Handong held you tightly in her arms as you sobbed until you were numb and with no more tears left.

“How long has this been going on?”

Her voice was soothing to your ears. Words you never thought you’d hear.

Finally, you thought. Someone willing to listen.

And you told her everything. Every painful feeling and thought you had bottled inside of you for so long. You trust her, of course. And she trusts you, grateful that you felt safe enough to open up to her.

The wars you waged in your mind had come to a ceasefire, even if only temporarily.

Minji was the next of the girls to have noticed.

Only this time, you were on a walk together, enjoying the day off while the others had other plans.

It was at a time you felt the most at peace with yourself. You itched to practice and perfect your skills, but at the same time, it felt good to be able to unwind and not have to worry about anything eating you up.

Minji didn’t know certain questions caused you pain.

“What are your goals for this year?”

It was a simple question. Albeit, a question that took some thought, but was meant to be harmless. She was excited about the future of the group, being the leader.

But it gave you a nauseous chill that caused you to stop all movement, clenching your jaw in an attempt to stop the feeling from pouring out of you.

“What’s wrong?” Minji asked, shortly before you began to shake, becoming short of breath and lightheaded.

It wasn’t a spontaneous reaction that caused you to spiral. You did think about your answer.

I have to be perfect. I have to work harder. I can’t take a break or I will have to start all over again.

You were on your day off, alongside Minji.

I have to start all over again.

“Y/N? Talk to me, please. I want to help you.” Minji thought about her words, only then, did she realize the emotional pain you experienced that began to externalize physically.

I may never be good enough.

You yelped, holding your chest as your heart picked up at an unnatural speed.

I will never be good enough, will I?

You were hyperventilating, shaking violently, sweat collected on your palms, and the world around you spun out of control.

Am I dying?

Minji immediately cut the walk short and brought you to the dorms and out of the eye of the public.

At the dorm, after Minji consoled you out of your inconsolable state, you didn’t remember the walk back to the dorm. How Minji worried for you every step of the way, hoping— Praying that you wouldn’t hyperventilate yourself into passing out on the street.

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, which you also had no recollection of. You were a swirling pit of your own negative thoughts.

Yoobin was the third to notice.

She noticed you had been more distant than usual the day after your most recent comeback. While the girls were celebrating and well prepared for the promotion period, you had distanced yourself, picturing the ridiculing comments already, even as an endless sea of encouraging and adoring comments poured in, you could only seem to focus on the few negative ones.

Though the positive outweighed the negative, it was still enough to drown you and that was all it took.

“I’m fine.” A common excuse used by people bottling their feelings to avoid those around them from worrying.

Nothing is wrong with me.

I am perfectly fine.

I am perfect.

I am far from fine.

It was crazy how the weather seemed to align with your feelings.

Clouds burst into droplets to downpours of rain when they got too full.

Crazy how accurate it was to how you would bottle your feelings up so full that they would burst at the seams when it got too much.

You were surrounded by the bottled-up feelings that the sky held. Each cloud representing a different fear, insecurity— Anything that ate away at you bit by bit.

The cold rain drenched you the longer you sat outside, letting it wash over you just enough to simulate drowning, but never enough to actually drown you.

“Hey! You’re going to catch a cold out here!” Yoobin had run toward you with an umbrella, holding it over you, blocking any more drops from touching you.

The thing was, you were already cold. Even inside the heated building, the icy numbness blankets you.

“Are you okay?” Yoobin asked. You both shared the umbrella, the rain pouring down. Only then, did she realize you were crying.

“When will it stop?” The question came out in a mutter that Yoobin had barely heard.

“The rain?” She asked with a shrug.

Only later, did she understand what you truly meant.

When Siyeon noticed your pain, she walked past the bathroom door in the dorm, hearing the sounds of your crying.

It worried her and she wondered why you were crying.

It was just a bad day and you wanted to be alone rather than cry in your room where any of the girls could walk in at any given moment.

Siyeon knocked on the door, unaware you intended to be left alone. Even then, you were crying and she cared about you.

She’d have knocked anyway, even if it meant getting snapped at.

But you didn’t snap at her, only ceasing your tears as you sat on the floor of the bathroom, wiping your tears.

“Are you crying? Is there someone I need to beat up for you?” Siyeon asked, acknowledging that the door was locked, and instead sat beside the door to speak to you.

You cracked a smile, small, yet enough to slightly ease the pain in your chest.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

But you weren’t. You were far from fine.

Why do I feel like this?

A question that may never be answered no matter how many answers it all pointed to.

“You don’t sound fine. Tell me about it. Was it someone? Or something?” Siyeon didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, but she knew something was off.

It wasn’t every day that you burst into tears inside the dorm’s bathroom.

When you didn’t answer— Lacking the words to sum up your feelings, Siyeon’s voice seeped through the door again.

“I will be here when you’re ready. Whether your reason for crying is tiny or catastrophic, if it’s something that makes you cry, it’s never silly if it’s hurting you, so please don’t feel silly.”

Siyeon sat on the other side of the door as you covered your mouth, begging yourself not to cry anymore.

Within a few minutes, you gathered the courage to open the door and talk to Siyeon, who listened and tried her best to reassure you.

Even though you were grateful and felt a lot better in the end, you still had a massive lump in your throat that would take a while to overcome.

You just worried that it would take an eternity.

It was one in the morning when Yoohyeon found you wide awake, yet exhausted at the same time, sitting on the steps outside.

At first, she thought you were crazy being outside this late at night, her reasoning for being up as well was originally to go and get a glass of water.

That’s when she noticed you outside through one of the windows, sitting and watching the stars in silence and alone with your thoughts.

It was something you had done relatively often, only this was the first time Yoohyeon caught you. She sat beside you, following your gaze toward the sky.

“You’re still awake?” You asked, never taking your eyes off the night sky.

“Got thirsty. What’s your excuse?” She yawned. You smiled, finally looking at her.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Hm… Do we snore too loud or-“ Yoohyeon meant it as a joke, but she stopped herself when she noticed the water accumulating in your eyes, yet hadn’t spilled out.

And thankfully for you, they never did.

“I haven’t been able to sleep for a while.” You confessed, a heavy, shaky breath leaving your lips. “It’s hard to sleep when my mind is constantly telling me to do better.”

Yoohyeon listened to every word you said, with sincerity and concern on her expression as you continued to pour your heart out.

It embarrassed you too, admitting to her how vulnerable you really were. You wanted to be strong.

Perfect. Cool. Amazing.

It hurt as your mind contradicted your wishes.

But she listened. She cared.

Yet, you still felt the pain all the same.

You continuously messed up the choreography, exhausted and shaking all over from hours of practicing one part of the dance for the group's comeback.

You previously got it right, every step. But today was different and you weren’t sure why when you had done it perfectly just the day before.

It frustrated you have perfection seemed to come and go whenever it saw fit. It frustrated you how perfection lead you on, only to sink you deeper into the hole you felt stuck in.

Bora and Gahyeon stuck behind with you long after the other girls had left to take care of other obligations or simply just to return to the dorms.

Both girls remaining had opted to help you out, Bora spotting the steps you continuously missed or botched altogether, and took it slower, step by step as Gahyeon offered tips here and there— Which you took heed of, but for some reason, you just could not get the steps right.

How am I going to be perfect if I can’t get this down?

The thoughts came racing back again.

Gahyeon noticed your frustrations with yourself tearing away at you.

Then Bora noticed too when you stumbled backward and fell to the ground from the mental and physical exhaustion.

“Woah! Let’s take a break… Maybe pick up again tomorrow, what do you say?” Bora kneeled beside you, glancing at Gahyeon, who rushed to bring you a water bottle.

“Yes. We can go eat and call it a day.” Gahyeon agreed as you shakily held the bottle, drinking the refreshing water.

“I can’t. I’m not good enough for this.” You gripped the bottle as water sloshed out. On top of that, your voice cracked as the lump in your throat attempted to block your voice from leaving your throat.

“Where is this coming from? You are good enough. You’re more than enough!” Bora frowned, concerned.

Gahyeon took the liberty to hold your hand as you began to cry.

“I’m trying, I promise!” Your cries turned into sobs, the bottled-up emotions spilling out again since the previous time.

Over and over again, like a cloud, filling up until it bursts.

“I know you are. You’ve worked hard enough already. Let’s call it a night. Me, you, and Gahyeon- maybe the others if they are free- All of us go out to eat. You’ve more than earned it.” Bora attempted to soothe you as Gahyeon continued to hold onto your hand.

“And if you want, you can vent to me. I will listen.” Bora spoke with such sincerity that you cried harder.

“Me too. Whatever you need, I— We got you covered.” Gahyeon inputs, caressing the back of your hand with her thumb.

Putting your feelings into words was hard. You never knew where to start and sometimes it got jumbled, lost in translation, and incomprehensible.

And still, you tried. A weight simultaneously lifting off your shoulder while also weighing you down more.

The support you had received around you opened your eyes more and the loneliness you felt inside felt like an odd thing to feel, knowing you were surrounded by people who loved and cared for you.

You were anxious. It was the day of the comeback and you had listened to Bora and Gahyeon about picking back up the next day.

When the next day came, you were able to do the choreography again without any mistakes. Day after day, each practice before the promotion period, you nailed the dance flawlessly as a group and individually.

Your hands shook and your heart raced. All of this time chasing perfection, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t reached it yet.

“We’re next!” Gahyeon excitedly announced backstage as the group before you started to finish up their stage.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, fearing you would mess up or that your nerves would show through.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m fine… Thank you.”

A common excuse, but you actually began to mean it, even if slightly.

And you were fine. Every doubt you had, every worry, every thought, they were internal. No one else thought you were as flawed as you thought.

Nothing was wrong with you. You were perfect. You had a ton of support and love from family, friends, and fans who —In their eyes— Saw you as perfect.

You were just fine. You were cool. You were amazing.

You weren’t perfect.

You were perfectly imperfect. Everyone was.

And that was okay.

Even in the hole you felt stuck in, pulling yourself out seemed like an actual possibility with the support system you had discovered that had been there all along, patiently by your side until you see yourself the way those around you did.

“Remember, you’ll do just fine. You always have.”

“Thank you. I won’t fail you!” You replied, adjusting your in-ear.

The girls fondly smiled at you, feeling a sense of pride toward you.

“You never have.”

You were cool, amazing, and your own kind of perfect, even if it will take some time for you to accept.

#dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher fics #dreamcatcher jiu #dreamcatcher sua #dreamcatcher handong #dreamcatcher siyeon #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #dreamcatcher dami #dreamcatcher gahyeon

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septembersghost · 1 year

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I want Austin to win so badly which isn't only bias, he gave EVERYTHING to honoring Elvis and he more than earned it. I really like Brendan but have you read Roxane Gay's op-ed on The Whale?

i knew there was controversy about that, but had not seen anything in-depth, reading her piece (and i have such respect for her) is...distressing. she makes it clear her issue is not with brendon (whom we adore!) nor the objective quality of his performance, but rather with the cruelty she felt in the film itself. here's the link but warning that she is honest and what she discusses could be triggering.

regarding our beloved aus, tbh this now makes me want to share this publicly because it gets to the beating heart of the whole thing: what austin achieved was the result of constant preparation, months and months of research, dedicating a couple of years of his life solely to understanding and embodying someone to his spiritual and cellular level. it's not some paper-thin impersonation - something el has been subjected repeatedly, being turned into a costume or a parody unfairly. he gave body, mind, and soul to the film. (this is also why the banal comments about his voice make me rage, because not only are they patently untrue - have any of those people listened to elvis speak? - but it reduces his craft down into a joke when it is anything but. and austin's sincerity and openness is beautiful.) austin approached him so wholly and so kindly, which was imperative to make it work. i just quote conversations with chelsea all the time, but i sent that to her and she put this so well: "the part of that video that really touched me was that the people who knew him didn't see austin, they saw their friend. and how he dove into WHY elvis had certain physical movements, so they come from an authentic feeling. it is such a blessing to have given that to them, to give elvis back to his family, and then to reintroduce him to the world in a way that they can be proud of. it really was a steeper hill to climb than most acting roles ever are just because of how high the expectations are. and then to meet and exceed them." if this were a fictional story, it would be hard to believe it, but it was elvis' life. austin's tremendous connection there, and speaking about using his fear as a compass and seeing through his eyes - it IS a radical experience, as that video says. it is an incredible gift to have taken this man who's been so misrepresented on one hand and so idolized on the other, and bring the essence of him back to life, return him to the world in a sense, and cause audiences to be changed by the feeling it gives them and the love they find there. i have screenshots saved of tweets and comments from people i don't even know talking about what it means to them, what e means to them, because it touches me so deeply. is that not the whole point of taking such a journey? to find something so humanistic and so transformative? to reveal some profound sense of connection and love? there's so much i want to write and say about the film and i've just kept a lot of it to myself or said it to close friends, but what i kept thinking about today is when the switch flips at the end, and we're suddenly with elvis, not merely his image, but the plea and voice and words and heart of him, saying i need your love, i'll be comin' home, wait for me, every dream i've ever had has come true a hundred times, i keep singing a song...and how everything that went before is this love letter to him, infused with the passion and purpose of who he was, and how breathlessly they pulled that off. this project couldn't have existed without austin, and nothing can convince me that somehow elvis' spirit wasn't guiding him to that, not only for him, but for everyone who has been affected by it and will carry that with them. he deserves every award and every bit of praise he's been given, but it also has more lasting meaning than that. no matter what happens, we are going to remember that, we are going to take it with us. and that's what makes a performance live on, and a story, and a person. out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle. we're keepers of that light.

#anonymous #letterbox #austin butler #elvis #i was a dreamer #there must be lights burning brighter somewhere

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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you+me+the Devil, m | myg, jjk | collect

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The mind seeks to understand, to categorize, to make something out of nothing. You are a vessel of this Disorder, driven to collect the final two souls your body is tasked to hold. One, the right-hand of the Devil, Jeon Jungkook. And two, the Devil himself, Min Yoongi. How to obtain them? By fucking, but on the Devil's terms, because when the Devil is involved, his domain regains supreme.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - if you're religious, maybe skip this one; world building; supernatural and horror (extra arms / hands, eyeballs, mouths); smut (fem reader, unprotected sex (you're getting fucked by the Devil, STIs and pregnancy are the last of your problems), a collar and leash is involved, voyeurism, scratching / marking, choking, nipple play, cowgirl, creampie, m and f-receiving oral, double penetration, (double?) handjob, penetrative sex on top of a puddle of cum on JK's abs, spanking); non-idol!AU - Hell!AU; Devil!Yoongi x chaos!reader x Devil's right-hand demon!Jungkook and switches between their POVs

yes, you read the horror warning correctly

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you and me and the Devil makes 3 prologue | the summoning | the collection | 666

if you get in bed, someone will fall in love

The Disorder is a strange thing.

The world attempts to make sense of and organize things as if it knows. Everything must have a reason, an explanation, a why, until you get deeper and deeper, realizing biology is only chemistry, and chemistry is only physics, and physics is only math, and math is… simply theory. A hope of truth, clawing together the chaos. But the real truth is, all order comes from disorder. To organize means to be disorganized from the start.

Beings of Order are not supposed to touch Disorder, not directly. It trickles down, slowly flowing though, a part of life everyone has, but no one can harness. Senseless moments brushed off as nothing. To encounter such a concentrated form, well, surely, nothing good can come of it.

Then again.

The Devil wasn’t good. Far from it.

Would he learn anything at all? Doubtful. Did he care? No. But he had time. He had forever. And he had souls, for he could consume them, an amalgamation of all the previous consumptions combined. The original Devil. The many faces thereafter. The current, Min Yoongi. If all you wanted was a little piece of one, well, he wouldn’t even miss it.

Jeon Jungkook?

His right-hand demon would lose a soul shard and become yours, just like the rest of them. Infatuated, consumed, blinded. He was a fool for agreeing so easily, clouded by anger and lust. But that was no matter. If eventually the Devil decided he wanted to change faces, it would no longer be a problem.

Yoongi had plans.

He would see them through.

You sat in the center of the bed, holding the black goat-man plush to your chest, squeezing his leather hooves, legs tucked under you.

They were at the end of the bed.

Jeon Jungkook, long black hair in messy and tangled curls, clinging to his cheeks and forehead. A cut on his high, tanned cheekbone from fighting the chains, dark red blood coagulated. Sharp jaw tensed, borderline fury and uninhibited deviance. Dark brown eyes with an exquisite shape, forever memorable. His black suit was torn up, blazer and dress shirt hanging by threads and exposing his toned chest. He made no move to correct it.

The Devil's right hand.

Your gaze shifted to the Devil.

Shorter black hair, pointed, more intrusive dark eyes. Paler, standing out against the black. The faintest trace of a smile on pink lips, a face with predatory feline grace. He was shorter than Jungkook, not as heavily built. Slim and sharpened, deadly like a sword. Hands in his pockets, suit pristine. There was no mistaking who was in charge here.

You squished the goat-man to your breasts.

The human heart was beating.

Singing.

Fuck me.

"Hyung."

Yoongi was observing you carefully.

"What is she?"

The Devil chuckled. "Does it matter? You love to fuck."

"But she has the soul shards of the five highest ranking demons in Hell," Jungkook hissed in his ear. Goosebumps on his skin at the younger demon's hot breath. Yoongi felt the sides of his lips curve upwards, tilting his head slightly so Jungkook's voice drifted on more of his neck. Still not looking at him, eyes on yours.

You kept pushing the plush into your chest, dark lips parting.

Jungkook stepped closer, body barely brushing against his, body heat radiating. "Why does she have them? Where are they?" he breathed, head lowering, so close his black hair feathered onto the Devil's neck, his lips almost touching Yoongi's skin.

Yoongi's eyes bored into yours, his own flaring with sparks of red. Voice deepening, taking up the whole room. He doubted you would be affected by his persuasive power. It wasn't for your sake.

"Show me the shards."

Jungkook moaned softly in his ear, shuddering.

You smiled that little smile. Yoongi held up a hand, preventing Jungkook from touching him. The younger demon whined, but he paid it no mind. You lowered the little goat-man, placing him on the nightstand.

To watch.

You reached to the high collar, to the zipper of the dress. The pull was shaped like a cross. Yoongi’s smile widened. A cute joke. Down it went, smooth, revealing your neck, waiting to be bitten. Exposing your collarbones, a small tattoo in the center just below them, at the top of your sternum.

Now the Devil was grinning.

An upside-down pentagram with two rings around it. Black. Simple. Most likely christened on that smooth skin before you became what you are now. A sweet little foreshadowing.

Lower.

Then Yoongi’s expression hardened.

Right below the tattoo, there they were. Thin diamonds, needle-like black gems that gleamed red and purple, pulsing as if they were alive, embedded in your skin below your tattoo and above the swell of your breasts. The demon soul shards, five of them in a semicircle, with an empty space at the center and one at the bottom left, not yet filled. Your flesh was indented in those two spots, clearly waiting for Jeon Jungkook and the Devil.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, removing his hands from his pockets.

They were part of you.

That made you a human, bedded with shards of high demon soul, soiled with Disorder. Yoongi eyes widened, realization streaking through him. Something flickered in the vacancy of your eyes, torn back down by ice-silver. Like a spider’s web suspended delicately in air, you were wound with silken string, demon soul shards penetrating the human shell.

Is that what was keeping you, the Vessel, from collapsing?

The four horns protruded from Yoongi’s head, black-red and wicked. He narrowed his eyes as you lowered the zipper more, revealing the black lace bra molded to your breasts.

“Let me bring part of me to you,” he rasped, the power soaring through him, dark smoke simmering from his lips. He heard Jungkook suck in a tight breath, pressing himself against Yoongi, drawn to the power, intoxicated by it.

The Devil’s voice boomed, resonating to an inhuman octave.

“Domain Expansion: Devil’s Advocate.”

The room rippled, his power manifesting in time and space, creating a pocket of Hell itself. Black shadows wrenched open every crack, snaking out and crawling all over, long spider-liker arms ending in elongated claws, skittering, skittering, rushing towards the bed, pawing at the black sheets. Advancing on you, threatening, more and more and more, black shadows twisting and writhing, trying to get to your legs. The air shimmered with red, almost as if it was on fire.

You tilted your head, pausing.

Seams on the thin shadowy arms opened, bloodshot eyes rolling in their sockets until they fixated on your form on the bed, quivering slits of black pupils surrounded by red irises. The hands sank into the sheets, claws flexing, almost touching you.

But not quite.

“Jungkook, leash her.”

Like a black arrow, Jungkook lunged at the bed, launching himself above the eyeball-covered shadows, crushing them, sending jets of gushing blood across the sheets, soaking them red, and yet the hands stroked his muscular fit body, lingering before he appeared before you, dark brown orbs gleaming with red and black flecks, his power amplified by Yoongi bringing Hell to the surface. His horns protruded from the sides of his head, swirled like ram’s horns, blacker than they were red. They were large and sharp, framing his strong features with more strength.

His hand raised, voracious grin on his face.

“Let’s begin, pet.”

And then it was on your throat, you gasping in his tightening grasp, cutting off your circulation, hands falling into your lap, leaning into Jungkook’s hold. He hesitated, seeing the look in your eyes. They weren’t void of emotion.

An ice-silver shimmered through them, and there was a flicker of something.

Need.

You dug your fingers into the bed and whimpered, catching your lower lip between your teeth, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes.

“J… Jungkook…”

He pulled his hand away, but it was already done, the thick black leather collar on your neck, imprinted with red pentagrams and a silver center ring, black leather leash extending in Jungkook’s fingers, tangling him in it. It had already begun and the lust was brimming within him, insatiable, eager to consume, no longer worried about that small flicker of humanity he might have imagined. To be a demon is to be cursed to feel, emotion and free will entangled, a servant of the Devil but not without indulgence.

Full of sin and prepared to act on it.

Jungkook grinned, long black hair wild and curled around his horns.

“What’s your name, pretty pet?” he purred, flicking his middle finger on your chin, your dark mauve lips parting, looking up at him.

You told him.

He savored it with his lips, already aroused by it. He lowered the hand with the leash, snaking it between your legs, lowering his face to you and your hot breath, moaning at the intensity of the feeling, not quite human, but something more and something familiar, demon lust and human reaction mixed with an unknown drug.

Jungkook loved to fuck.

“Can’t wait to make you my plaything,” he breathed against your cheek.

You whined as his hand trailed down your ass, pulling out the end of the leash between your legs, gripping it from the front and back, snapping it up into your clothed pussy. A loud, sharp slap cracked the air as it connected, making you moan depravedly and tremble in his hands, your own coming up to grab his torn shirt. He ground the leash into the folds of the clothing, hot friction and unforgiving leather. He could feel it, the pleasure and the pain radiating off you, sparks of heat as you bucked down into the strap, the sweet scent your juices soaking through your panties.

Jungkook inhaled deeply, the taste at the tip of his tongue, shoulders shaking at the scent of sex, invigorating his veins, heart racing. Your fingernails dug into his chest, your eyes reflecting his high, his pleasure in abusing your pussy, tainting you with him in this Hell domain.

The Devil leaned over, tongue sliding out. Jungkook stiffened, biting his lip, watching intently as Yoongi neared, closer and closer to your ear. When was the last time Jungkook was allowed to indulge with the Devil? Even if it wasn’t, it felt like forever ago. Too long. His blood was boiling, singing to the Devil, praying for more.

Yoongi’s dark eyes shifted to him for a moment.

Jungkook’s lower lip popped out of his teeth, small whine in his chest.

The Devil smiled knowingly, leaning even farther in so his soft lips brushed against your earlobe, the taste of your skin on his wicked tongue. An interesting taste, but distinctly human. Yoongi sighed in satisfaction, nearly a moan, eyes shifting back to your profile. You were staring at Jungkook and Jungkook was staring at him.

“Five demons this body has withstood.”

The thought made him hard.

“What’s two more?” Yoongi chuckled deep in his chest, placing his hand on your heaving chest, right above the soul shards.

No.

It hovered, the faintest sliver of space between his hand and your breasts. The more he pushed, the more it pushed back, gleaming sparks scalding his palm. Yoongi gritted his teeth, seeing the black tendrils laced with ice-silver snake around his fingers. The scent of burning flesh stained the air. Not holy magic. Something else. Something far less controlled. The Devil could feel pain, but it was nothing more than fuel for his emotions, a means to an end.

You lowered more of your weight onto the leash, moaning as the leather dug in deeper, the scent of sex stronger, rocking your hips back and forth. Yoongi suddenly felt the pain lessen, the black tendrils retreating, ice-silver fading into nothing. His eyebrows raised, fascinated. The introduction of passion and your human body reacting to it. The disembodied black arms around them scabbed around, nonsensical red eyes veering in all directions, crawling across the sheets, desperate to touch and soil the human.

His palm was getting closer.

Closer.

Closer to your chest.

Yoongi’s hand touched your shuddering breast.

Instantly the shadowy, eyeball-covered hands were on your body, clawing at your clothes, caressing your skin, up your back and to your head, pulling you by the hair and making you moan, Jungkook completely letting go of the leash and placing his hands on your breasts, one over Yoongi’s, curling the Devil’s fingers under the lace cup, pulling hard.

Yoongi made no move to stop him.

Jungkook ripped your bra apart, sucking in a tight breath as your breasts bounced free, diving down to latch his lips onto them, his hot mouth to your cool skin, moaning at the taste of human mixed with demon, the five shards on your chest glimmering, his five hyungs infused into this body with the exception of the Devil himself.

“Fuuuuuuuck…”

He shoved his hands under the ribbons of your dress and yanked your body up to his greedy mouth, biting and lapping at your skin, flickering his tongue over your nipples, your hands finding his shoulders, wanton whimpers quivering from your chest to Jungkook’s mouth. He drank it all up, the sweet taste of flesh, the heavy scent of sex, the sound of tainted lust, whining as his shirt was torn to bits by exploring shadowy hands. The Devil’s work. Jungkook looked up to see Yoongi on the other side of you, one of his pale hands in your hair and the other pushing your chin back, his head descending.

“A kiss from Hell, just for you,” Yoongi murmured.

The Devil’s lips on yours.

You audibly moaned right into Yoongi’s mouth as he tilted his head, fitting his lips to your dark mauve ones, soft but rough, tongue sliding in, fucking you with it, slow and maddening, the aphrodisiac of his kiss turning even the most prudish of humans into a sobbing mess, begging and pleading for more.

But, as he suspected, you were no ordinary human.

Your tongue wound around his, pressing your lips harder to his despite his hold on your hair, exhaling in his mouth, intoxicating all on its own, pushing your chest into Jungkook’s face, your arms held back by Hell’s shadows, your muscles tense and shivering.

Yoongi felt it, the hot spark of near pain.

You could break out at any time.

Yoongi broke the kiss, breathing hard, his eyes finding yours. Like small mirrors, they reflected himself back. And yet. There was definitely something underneath that standing water. Poison? Or something else?

Jungkook grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, moaning at your taste and the Devil’s lingering saliva.

“Yes, fuck, yes…”

Your dress ripped apart, the demon hands doing the Devil’s work, leaving red scratches on your skin, Jungkook doing the rest, rough fingers shoving the fabric scraps out of the way, bits of your bra thrown aside, shreds of black adding to the shadows already surrounding the bed. All eyes on you and your exposed body in Jungkook’s arms, his hard bare chest pressing into yours, skin to hot skin, lifting you like a doll, one hand winding around the leash.

Kissing you like he owned you, already his possession by the way you gasped into his mouth, breathless as he took your sweet exhale with his fiery inhale, his fingernails scraping down your back.

“Stop playing around,” the Devil commanded harshly.

Jungkook started, breaking the kiss as the shadowy arms encircled him and you, locking your bodies in a tight embrace. The red eyes in the shadows flickered, blinking, morphing, changing.

Into mouths.

Into tongues.

“H-Hyung…!”

Yoongi smirked behind your head, eyebrow cocked as Jungkook shuddered and moaned, red forked tongues from ghostly arms flickering across his skin, grasping you so tightly that you whined against his chest, the tongues on you too, drenching you in swipes of Hell’s saliva.

As if the Devil himself was licking you, but all over.

“Hyung, w-wait…” Jungkook managed to get out, hands on your shoulders.

Like two star crossed lovers, except one was a demon and one barely had any humanity left.

Yoongi cracked his neck, grinning widely, all malice and no mirth.

Devilishly, even.

“Can’t wait any longer. I just have to know.”

The Devil’s hands swooped down, twisting between your body and Jungkook’s, undoing the button and the zipper of Jungkook’s slacks impossibly fast, the shadows aiding him, pulling them down, ripping apart the underwear, Jungkook gasping as Yoongi’s long fingers closed around his hard, leaking cock.

“Ah, don’t–”

But it was too late, the Devil’s hand wrapped around him, pleasure sprinting through his veins and swarming every nerve, Yoongi’s other hand pushing your wet heat closer, closer, dark chuckles and fiendish words invading his senses, the Devil himself pulling all his strings.

“Ah, I know all the things you like, Jungkookie…” Yoongi drawled, placing the head against your slit, coating it with your slick but not letting Jungkook enter you, making the younger demon growl with want. “I know you love playing with the humans for hours…” Leaning in, putting his face above your left shoulder, hovering with a sinister smirk. “And I know you secretly love it when you’re being forced to do something.”

The Devil’s pink tongue snaking out, licking Jungkook’s cheek, making him moan in your face and lean his forehead against yours, the lust overwhelming, unable to move due to the shadowy mouth-covered arms and the Devil’s power. Your body trembled in his embrace, your whimpers against Jungkook’s lips and Yoongi’s cruel, raspy laughter ringing in his ears as Jungkook’s cock swelled in his hand.

“You just love it when it’s me ordering you around, don’t you, Jungkook?”

Jungkook was staring in your eyes, seeing his own desperation and shameful happiness reflected back at him, admitting the truth because there was nothing he could hide from the Devil.

“Y… Yes, hyung,” he breathed into your mouth.

Yoongi let go of his cock the same time he pushed your dripping core onto Jungkook, sinking you all the way down, two simultaneous moaning screams intertwining and filling up the entire room infested with Hell’s domain.

Inside.

You felt it, a tiny pulse.

You looked around in the abyss, not expecting to see anything.

How long had you been here? Ah, did it matter? Nothing mattered. In this world, there was only emptiness. You saw nothing, heard nothing, remembered nothing, cared about nothing. If there was no sadness, there was no happiness. If there was no existence, there was nothing to worry about, cry about, feel pain about. Nothing to live for. Nothing at all.

And yet.

You had sensed something.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You looked up.

Four black horns adorning a head of black hair and fair skin, lips peeled back, eyes glittering.

Menace. Amusement. Glee. Lust. Fascination.

Passion.

Who was that?

You squinted.

You… had eyes.

And suddenly it all rushed to the surface, jammed into sensory overload, tongues on your skin, heat overwhelming, a sweaty cheek pressed against yours, your chest prickling with sensitivity, pain from a tight embrace, and you gasped a lungful of air as you felt the demon’s cock enter your tight, wet hole, saturated with arousal, eye to eye with blazing dark brown orbs surrounded by wet black curls, your pussy stretched too far too fast, but adrenaline adapting the pain into even more pleasure.

Felt.

You could feel everything.

“J-Jungkook…”

Words.

You could hear the demon’s lips curve into a wicked grin.

“I love it when you’re whimpering my name, pet,” he drawled.

There was nothing to wonder about. No desire to know your past or if you had a future, no desire to know why you were here, what was going on, not even the need to know how you were aware of the demon before you and his name, Jeon Jungkook.

There was only one goal.

Chasing all aspects of pleasure and passion.

The shadows around your two retreated slowly, forked red tongues sliding back into shadowy pits surrounded by crevices slashed on black disembodied arms, but none of that mattered as you leaned in to Jungkook’s face, hands rising to grip his shoulders, cracking pleas in your throat at the sensation of being too full and sensory overload dominated by lust.

“F-Fuck me, please…” you panted, adjusting to straddle his lap better, his raw cock twitching against your throbbing walls. “Please, Jungkook…”

His hands were on your shoulders, his head lifting and eyebrow cocking, arrogant expression on his face.

“Of course, my little human.”

He lowered his hips, nearly pulling out, leaving you in a whine, almost empty before roughly shoving himself back in, filling you all the way to maximum ecstasy igniting all of your nerves, your nails digging into his skin and a choked moan as you took it all, straining against the brink of almost too much but not quite.

Utter perfection.

How did he know?

He didn’t.

Jungkook was a demon. And demons intuitively delivered the exact amount, instinctually sensing how the human body desired more, every brutal stroke a delicate balance of pain and pleasure, every rock of his hips matching yours, you involuntarily bouncing on his cock with his hard thighs in between your soft ones, cries bubbling from your throat. Every rush of stimulation potent, Jungkook panting intoxicatingly in your face and you drinking it up like a starved hyena, your hands clawing up, tangling in his hair, gripping the curved black horns on the sides of his beautiful head, staring into his enchanting eyes.

The demon smiled at you, almost lovingly, as he fucked you raw from below.

“That’s it…”

Rising from Jungkook’s left shoulder, four horns and glittering dark eyes.

A devious, open-mouthed smirk.

Your grip on Jungkook’s horns tightened, staring into this new, yet familiar gaze. A smokey whisper, rasp infesting your eardrums, reaching in to the humanity inside you. Your ice-silver irises reflected in the endless darkness of those ravenous orbs.

“Fuck him harder,” the Devil coaxed.

Sin.

“Yes,” you breathed.

Body automatically reacting, crashing your mouth into Jungkook’s, wild kiss punctuated by your hips smacking down hard onto his crotch, walls clenching around his stiff length, his moan and words filling your lungs.

“H-Hyung, fuck!”

You threw your weight onto him, slapping your hips together violently, repeatedly, biting his lower lip and sucking on it, pressing his body into the Devil, Jungkook’s nails digging into your shoulders and his cock swelling inside you. Pale hands coming up to grip Jungkook’s broad, tan shoulders, pink tongue sliding out and stroking the demon’s ear wetly, scorching breath on your fingers.

“Take it,” was the animalistic growl from those perfect pink lips, the low octave on an otherworldly level. “Cum in that pretty little pussy. Warm it up for me, Jungkookie.”

So hard, turning you so wet, greedy kisses and bites not enough, more, more, Jungkook groaning and powerfully thrusting up as you squelched down, splattering your juices all over his balls, pussy throbbing with the intensity of pleasure, staring into beautiful eyes and the hauntingly handsome angles of Jungkook’s face soaked with sweat on glistening tan skin, one of his hands grabbing your head and kissing you back with just as much fervor, filling you again and again, your name dancing on his lips.

“Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, you humans are so fucking good at serving us…”

“J-Jungkook, ah, f-fuck… I–”

“Give it to me, give it to me, delicious little pet,” he growled in your throat, harder, faster, rougher, racing to the edge and flying off.

A millisecond of euphoria.

You gasped out his name, saturated in mindless ecstasy.

“Jungkook.”

The Chaos swallowed you up, leaving you in nothingness once more.

Yoongi noticed it immediately.

He could feel it course through him, your orgasm explosive and mixing with Jungkook’s crescendo, invading the Devil’s senses and igniting throughout his body, feeding off of every throb of your pussy as Jungkook moaned and pumped you full of his hot cum, packing you with demon seed that your human body could do absolutely nothing with, soaking it into your abused walls, painting your sweetness with his heat.

Demons purely had sex with humans for the sake of pleasure. Nothing could come of it other than the obscenity in enjoying primal passion.

Fucking delightful.

Palpable and intense, Yoongi’s tongue slid out and tasted the air, his hands moving up and caressing Jungkook’s horns, making the younger demon shudder and squirm with pleasure, rutting into you more, squishing his thick cum around inside you, your eyelids fluttering and shivering gasps grasping your lungs.

But your eyes.

While you were fucking Jungkook, your eyes had turned that icy silver.

Now your irises were that reflective mirror.

The Devil felt it.

A pulse.

Jungkook’s naked body trembling against his, tantalizing moan implanted with lust incarnate, lost in the throes of passion, unable to get out until his orgasm was over. His voice sounded thin as if there was pressure in his ribcage.

Yoongi looked down at Jungkook’s heaving chest.

It was glowing.

He couldn’t stop it.

Spider-silk thin strands of ice-silver plunging inwards, needles of power forcing its way inside Jungkook’s chest cavity, all the way in. Yoongi was so close that he himself could feel it, the power of his domain letting him feel everything that happened within, from your passion to Jungkook’s desire, and now he could feel the needles pouring in, chipping away at the vibrant demon soul of Jeon Jungkook.

Collecting.

Jungkook whimpered, head falling against Yoongi’s shoulder, turning his head to kiss the Devil’s cheek.

“H… Hyung…”

The slim, black-red diamond extracted from Jungkook’s chest in glimmering lines of ice-silver, suspending it in the air, so spellbinding that even Yoongi could do nothing but watch in awe, the strings winding around the shard of demon soul and affixing it to your chest, the spot to the bottom left below the center. Six now, the filled semicircle underneath your pentagram tattoo, center empty.

The shadowy arms, covered with red eyeballs and tongues, rose.

Your eyes reopened, cracks of ice silver in those vacant irises.

Now, the Devil, Min Yoongi, understood.

What were demons cursed with?

Emotion and free will.

The Vessel was using the soul shards to stabilize the Disorder. The human body was too weak alone and those high above had nothing to give, for they gave away all they had to serve his father. That’s why you needed demon soul. Not just any demon soul, but the six most powerful ones, driven to finalize your collection with the most powerful of them all to contain what was within.

The Entropy.

The Chaos.

A slow, greedy grin graced his lips.

How interesting.

A tiny blip.

You had one piece of knowledge. Six.

In the nothingness, the only knowledge you possessed was the number six.

Six.

The resurfacing.

You gasped for air, lungs expanding forcefully, chest burning and heart racing, sensory overload, knowing only what you needed to know, the demon Jeon Jungkook in front of you once again, except this time he was leaning against the headboard, breathing hard, his tan shoulders crisscrossed in red from your nails, his two curved black horns luminous, arrogant smirk on his face.

You were on your hands and knees.

No.

Your arms were being held up by dark shadows of disembodied hands, eyes and tongues surrounding you, shoulders bowing a little from the strain, but not enough to be unbearable.

Jungkook licked his lips, slow, glossing them with wetness.

“Pretty pet,” he purred, gripping the leash and tugging on it, your breath dying in your throat, circulation cut off by the leather cutting into the sides of your neck. “Don’t waste any of it now, or you’ll anger him.”

Dancing fingers sliding up your hips, the space in between your legs achingly sore and full, but demanding more punishment, unable to look back to see, but already knowing who it was. You whimpered in your throat, shuddering at the light touch.

Jungkook quirked his eyebrows. “You’re right, little pet.” He yanked your body to his lap, jerking you forward unforgivingly, forcing you to stumble, the hands on your hips holding you up, your arms jostling in the grip of the shadows, their forked tongues swiping across your skin.

“That mouth needs something to fill it too, doesn’t it?” Jungkook drawled dangerously.

Your eyes widened, the scent of sex attacking your nose.

“Down,” he snarled.

You gasped, the grip on your neck lessening, Jungkook’s large hand fitting behind your head and forcing you to lower, your open mouth suddenly filled with his already rock-hard, cum-covered cock, yours and his, sex painting your tongue, swallowing his huge length in one gulp, tip engorging in the back of your throat, filling it to the brim of near-choking, but not quite.

Leaving you on the edge.

The edge of too much and not enough.

Perfection.

“I love to fuck,” Jungkook sighed above you, audibly savoring the feeling of your tight mouth around his length, your shaking eyes looking up at him. “And I’m the second best at it.”

He was.

You didn’t have to wonder. You just knew.

He leaned down, his thumb caressing your forehead. “Guess who is the best, pet?”

You yelped around his cock as forked tongues brushed against your flesh, shadows squeezing and kneading your beasts, latching onto your already hard nipples and stimulating them, pinching and tugging at the sensitive nubs. Jungkook’s naughty smirk was right in front of your face, his hardness twitching and pulsing in your mouth, those hands on your hips tightening, the velvety hard head of another cock skimming your cum-soaked folds, slicking with your juices.

Jungkook’s long fingers curled in your hair, gripping your scalp.

His voice a silvery, perilously low octave.

“The Devil.”

The familiar, raspy chuckle drenched in deviance.

“That’s right.”

Jungkook pulled out and roughly thrust in your face the same time the Devil slammed his cock into you, your eyes flying wide, Jungkook’s previous orgasm stuffed back into you by a different cock, slippery lewd squishes of too much thick liquid expanding your walls. Your pussy and mouth both clamped down on the two cocks, Jungkook’s swollen head ramming into the back of your throat, the Devil…

Holy shit, the Devil.

Whereas Jungkook’s cock responded to your body’s needs and kept it at the teetering maximum of lustful pleasure, the Devil had you suspended on his puppet strings, slow pace agonizingly teasing an orgasm out of you, fast pace tearing another out, rough pace amplifying yet another out, every one feeling like an eternity and leaving you craving more, the true meaning of insatiability, moans vibrating Jungkook’s throbbing length as your pussy convulsed from back-to-back orgasms. The surrounding shadows with bloodshot red eyes were watching you as forked tongues and shadowy hands caressed your trembling body all over, two mouths specifically latched on your nipples and one on your clit, rippling against the sensitive bundle of nerves, soaking it with saliva and sucking on it, all while Jungkook fucked your face relentlessly and the Devil drilled you from behind, grunts, groans, moans, mixed together, stifled by cock and accented by wicked slaps of flesh on flesh, all for the pure intent of only obtaining carnal pleasure and nothing else.

Unconstrained ecstasy, pure sin.

And you, suspended between torture and pain of overwhelmed senses.

“So fucking good…” Jungkook panted, black hair sweaty and sticking to his clenched jaw, dark brown eyes glinting with madness, thrusting wildly into your puffy mauve lips while harshly clutching your head, the shadows holding your body and taking the force of his movements off your neck so he could enjoy the delights of abusing your mouth without causing you pain, therefore allowing you to serve him as he pleased, keeping your throat tight for every punishing slide of his thick cock down the wet hole.

“You take me so well, little pet, almost like a demon, but human mouths are always better, so compliant and subservient. Demons are selfish, only looking out for their own pleasure, but your kind… Your kind is always begging to serve and be used.”

Jungkook caught his lower lip between his teeth, the mole underneath bouncing your vision with every plunge of his cock between your lips, large curved horns on the side of his head surrounded by long black curls, deliciously muscular torso right above you, tattoos on his right arm and shoulder flexing with his movements, the epitome of sex.

The entire time, the Devil’s cock was forcing you to new levels of pleasure you didn’t even know existed, blazing hot and intense, the ever-changing pace almost frustrating, but, somehow, he always knew what to do, speed up or slow down, harder or softer, the Devil’s trill sonata a complex and intricate mess being played, your pussy acting as the violin, coating his cock with Jungkook’s cum and yours, so much that it was spilling out and splashing onto your thighs, dripping down in sloppy squirts.

“You going to cum down that pretty throat?” the Devil drawled, his words resonating in his domain. “I want to watch you fill it up with your delicious cum so you can show me, Jungkookie.”

The young demon shuddered, intoxicated and driven by the command, his breathing swallowing, desires brimming to the surface, your name bubbling off his lips and your throat painfully sore but, oh, so good, so satisfying to be used like a toy, leather leash and collar on your neck jangling, inflamed clit pulsating as you came again with a feral moan around Jungkook’s stiff cock, pushing him over the edge with your suppressed cry, spilling into your throat with thick salty strings of his orgasm, shooting streaks all over the insides of your mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” he gritted out, jerking the last few spurts onto your tongue before removing his cock, smearing residual cum on your swollen lips. “Fuck, yes.”

He snarled and grabbed your chin, other hand on your chest to push you up, up, forcing you to arch your spine to an almost ridiculously painful level, the Devil’s pleased expression halfway in your vision.

“Open,” Jungkook growled.

You opened your cum-smeared lips, showing the Devil the thick white coating the insides of your pink tongue and abused throat, barely able to breathe, almost choking on Jungkook’s orgasm.

The Devil grinned.

“Swallow.”

You did in noisy, desperate gulps, sucking in sweet air, only for the circulation in your neck to be cut off as Jungkook hooked a finger on the collar ring and yanked it forward, his other hand and the shadows preventing your body or head from moving as he did so.

You could feel it, the Devil’s cock jolting, hitting you so deep and so satisfyingly that your eyes rolled back, vision spotting with black, completely and utterly consumed by the bodily pleasure of being forced to take exactly what you asked for.

Your name, so soft and sharp, driving deep into your pounding, rapid heartbeat, soaking your body with unholy touch, craving to be broken.

“Take it.”

The faintest of gasps, nerves a flaring wildfire as the Devil thrust his orgasm into you, euphoric in simply being pumped with his seed, the hold on your neck suddenly gone, air smashing into your lungs and the rush of oxygen making your lightheaded and dizzy, your body flinching as it attempted to drink it all up, shocks tearing through your system, forked tongues lapping up what was slipping out and another thicker, wetter tongue.

Jungkook on his belly, needy wanton moans in his chest, sucking the mixture of cum – you, himself, and the Devil pouring from between your joined crotches.

The ice-silver tendrils creeped from your chest, but shadowed hands forced them back.

Pain.

Yoongi could feel it in midst of the intense orgasm, the pain of his power being disintegrated, but he was no ordinary demon, he was the Devil, and no power, not even the Disorder, was going to take a shard of his soul without a fight.

No.

He pushed back against it, forcing his will upon the power unknown.

You will get your payment.

The pain subsided a little, layering with the shivering tremors of your pussy barely able to hold all that cum. Yoongi clenched his jaw, feeding on it all. He pulled out of you, his cock smacking Jungkook in the face, smearing the demon’s lips and cheeks with his still hard length, feeling the desperate tongue lap at him eagerly before he pulled away, hearing the explicit squelch as Jungkook’s mouth latched onto your pussy, devouring the cum from three beings trapped inside you.

Not until I’ve had a decent meal.

Your irises remained infested with ice-silver.

The Chaos, merely at bay, waiting for him.

Jungkook shoved his tongue into your sensitive hole, licking and suckling on your engorged clit as well as eating the delicious nectar, lustfully groaning at the taste of the Devil, you, and him, so flawless, a meal incomparable, his blood singing with joy.

No drop was to go to waste.

He would grovel at the Devil’s feet to have this taste forever.

Yoongi grabbed you by the hair and pushed you down, kneeling over Jungkook’s hips, letting the younger demon do whatever he wanted down there. He had more pressing matters.

He lowered himself, lifting Jungkook’s still-stiff cock, and dropped his dripping cock and balls on top the other, hissing in satisfaction as his hard length rubbed against Jungkook’s. Underneath you he heard a throaty, gleeful moan, your body shuddering as the sound went through you.

“Hand,” Yoongi commanded.

He grabbed your hand that his servants freed, wrapping it around the two cocks with his own long fingers, rocking his hips back and forth, too much fluid and too much slick making everything slippery, flickering tongues from the shadows adding to the mix, licking at the purple-red heads, adding saliva to the mix.

Your eyes were glued to this downright obscene display of indecent passion, mauve lips wetly parted, gasping with tremors of orgasm, two hands around two cocks and surrounded by shadows with tongues and eyes, Jungkook’s uncontrolled moaning stifled by your lush hips sitting on his beautiful face, his hips still humping your joined hands and smacking his balls into Yoongi’s, begging the Devil to let him cum and for Yoongi to cum all over his stomach as you came on his face.

The Devil chuckled.

He and you pumped together with Jungkook’s thrusting, his eyes roaming all over, drinking in the sight of his favorite demon and his new shiny toy.

No, not a toy.

His possession.

He lifted his free hand, cupping your chin forcefully, staring into your eyes.

Ice-silver, reflective glass, the original human shattered, so thoroughly intertwined and blended together with powers unknown that it was hard to tell what was what, impossible to know if they even could be separated, and Yoongi, the Devil himself, having no personal reason to bring you back from whatever you were now.

The greater good?

Heh.

The Devil cared not for such things.

“Cum for me,” he breathed hotly to your lips.

You blinked hard, gaze unfocused, the edge already in your sights, headed straight for it at an impossible speed. He watched as you tipped into free-fall, eyes rolling back, whining and moaning hoarsely as you came for the umpteenth time, soaking Jungkook’s face with your orgasm, the younger demon yelping and his cock jerking, spurting cum over his stomach with Yoongi’s mixing at the same time, the Devil sharply hissing as his cock violently shivered and pressed against your palm, shooting thick strings of white all over those sculpted abs.

Yoongi clenched his jaw, the ice-silver needles sprouting from your chest once more.

“Your… name…” you whispered, whole body trembling.

Yoongi exhaled hard, locking his glare with your fucked-out expression. The power pierced him, a bizarre feeling of euphoria and excruciating prickling, pressure unbearable, the threads of the Chaos stumbling through the massive collection of souls within him. Skittering, frantically searching.

Pain.

But not from him.

From you.

Your shaking hand rose, your voice thinning out, anguish coating your features.

It was killing you the longer he hesitated in giving you a name.

The Devil could give you any name of the souls within him. The lesser ones, the insignificant ones, the pathetic ones. The contract did not specify. That was his loophole. The ice-silver threads were tearing you up from the inside, pouring more and more into him with every second that he waited. Your fingers brushed against his cheek.

“H…”

Something shimmering in those eyes.

“He… help… me…”

The power within the Vessel a vehement storm, sadistically demanding the contract to be sealed. You were going to die if he withheld a name from you. The Devil reached up and touched your hand, holding it against his cheek.

He smiled softly.

Yoongi would not let his precious new possession die so quickly.

“Hold on,” he rasped.

The Devil pushed back.

He forced it out, taking the pain and using it to fuel his power, pushing it back, back into you, your airless shrieks trapped in your chest as the six black-red soul-shards gleamed, radiating heat.

Helping him.

Even now his six closest confidants were helping him, their small bits of demon soul rushing to his aid, collapsing onto the power of the Disorder, forcing it back, buying him more time.

Yoongi chuckled.

Guess they really were his friends.

Whatever pain you felt became a distant memory the second the Devil lifted your hips from Jungkook’s face, arms wrapping around your body, his knees sliding up a little to hover your two bodies right above the cum puddle on Jungkook’s stomach. The demon beneath you panted, fucked-out, still shuddering with aftershocks of orgasm.

You held his face, looking deep into dark brown eyes full of the knowledge of every sin known to mankind. His lips curved into a sly, open-mouthed smirk.

“You’ve been so good,” he drawled. “Such a resilient little thing.”

Everything was sore, throbbing, muscles burning with exertion, and yet you still wanted more, caressing the cheeks of the Devil with your fingers, leaning against his body for support.

“After this, I think we should be a little closer, don’t you?”

Your body was lowering, abused pussy meeting his hard cock once more.

The Devil wasn’t done until he was done.

And those shadows of arms ending with claw-like fingers, covered in eyeballs and mouths? Always willing to lend a hand, encircling around your bodies, holding up your weak human body so the Devil could fuck you.

“Let’s be together for all eternity, you and I.”

You whimpered as you sank down again, so wet and slick that he slipped in easily, hardness swelling against your trembling walls.

“A contract?” you croaked, barely able to speak at this point.

“No, my pet,” the Devil lured, drawing you into him as he rocked his hips, lowering the two of you on the mess of cum on Jungkook’s abdomen, smearing your thighs in it, sticky and strong-smelling, Jungkook losing it under you, scooping up the demon seed to coat his fingers and palms. “Not a contract. Just a promise. Dedication.”

Now Jungkook’s hands were covered in the Devil’s cum and his own.

He began to spank your ass with every rough thrust of the Devil’s cock burying in your velvety folds, adding stings of pain to the devastating pleasure.

“You have dedication, don’t you?”

Dedication?

Slap! Thrust. Slap! Thrust. Slap!

The Devil leaned forward, raspy laugh deep in his chest.

A trickster’s kiss capturing your swollen lips.

“Faith, if you will.”

Your body instinctively bucking back into the Devil’s cock, Jungkook hitting you repeatedly, cum caked to your ass and thighs, pussy spasming and drenching the impossibly hard and thick cock inside you, taking it all with fierce enthusiasm, now throatily moaning to the bruising pace, ensnared in his words. Fucking you, punishing you, freeing you, violent hard thrusts, smacks on hips on hips and hands on hips, flesh singing with feral pleasure, Jungkook’s nails tearing at your skin and leaving red scratches with his stinging, cum-stained palm prints.

The Devil’s hand closed around the collar around your neck and you felt the leather melting away, disappearing, joining the mass of shadows around you. The black spidery arms flared out, circling around the Devil’s head like black fire, surrounding his four hours as his fingers gripped your neck, his left hand splayed on your back as he choked you.

The shadows opened.

Red eyes with black slitted pupils, watching everything.

Slashed mouths with black lips and forked red tongues, grinning.

They closed in, wrapping around your joined bodies, long predatory fingers tangling in your hair, hands clutching on your breasts, pointed nails clawing at your thighs and leaving red scratches, the Devil’s hot breath in your face as he smirked, wide and open-mouthed, canine teeth glinting ominously, driving his punishing girth into you as Hell’s shadows pushed you back down, Jungkook’s nails digging into your ass and his lustful, throaty moans ringing in your ears as he relished in the feeling of the Devil fucking you on top of him.

Your head clouding, circulation thinning as the pleasure thickened, rising to an impossible crescendo on a scale no longer known to man, consumed by lust and shadows, covered in cum, vision blurring, sound intensifying as one of your senses faded.

All Hell breaking loose.

“Do you have faith in the Devil, human?”

You scarcely managed to croak out an answer.

“Yes.”

A millisecond of euphoria.

A growl so deep it seemed to reign and command all souls within his presence.

“I am the Devil, and my name is Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi let it happen.

He set his jaw and shot into you, once more cramming you full of his cum, the pleasure of your orgasm amplifying his own, savoring the addictive high as the ice-silver filaments crowned from that center point on your chest, eagerly darting forward and plunging into his.

For a moment, he felt nothing.

He looked into your eyes.

You reflected ecstasy.

Then he felt an overwhelming pressure, sedation, and a crushing weight mixed with high-voltage passion, shattering through him, the unknown power pinpointing exactly what it needed and knocking on the door of the current soul embodying the Devil.

He was already waiting patiently.

The tendrils of ice-silver became your hands, cupping together, begging.

“Here.”

He ripped it himself, breaking off the thin diamond-like shard of black-red, a piece of his soul that he handed to the waiting hands, knowing he was forever bound to you, forever drawn to you, the Vessel, the Entropy, the Chaos.

His now.

“And this.”

He pressed a little something into it.

“It’s yours.”

The ice-silver snatched his soul-shard and vanished.

The darkness closed in, leaving you trapped in nothingness once more. The Chaos received what it needed. There was no need for your consciousness any longer, for the Vessel was complete. The nothingness just was and you were in it.

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Then.

A pulse.

You opened your eyes.

Everything hurt.

Everything was sticky, covered in cum.

Everything was scattered everywhere, bedsheets and clothes shredded, shadowy arms swaying this way and that, no longer covered in strange eyeballs and mouths, simply all-black and waiting for command.

Why?

You felt something soft tucked into your arms.

Your eyes lowered, seeing the black goat-man plush cradled in the crook of your less cum-coated arm. A pale hand took yours and placed your fingers on the leather hoof. You stroked it, almost innocently.

“Would you like to come with me?” said the deep, raspy voice.

Your eyes flickered to your chest. Six black-red demon soul-shards surrounding a bigger, more lustrous, and sinister-looking one. It sparkled red and purple. Something was trapped inside it, glowing violet from within. It seemed to pulse, slowly, following a unique rhythm.

You looked up.

Into Min Yoongi’s dark, dark eyes.

You felt a strong grip on your shoulders from behind, matched by a teasing chuckle as a playful chin resting against your shoulder. Your eyes flickered to your right, seeing the hand tattoos on that hand, feeling the hardness of the body of Jeon Jungkook behind you. He held you to him, tracing the curve of your neck.

Yoongi held his hand out, smirk on his lips.

You took it, affirming your desire to follow, even if it meant going to the depths of Hell itself.

“What did you do?” you breathed.

The Devil shrugged.

The domain around you was collapsing, but not melting away. Instead, it seemed to cave inward, bowing from strain, surrounding you, Yoongi, and Jungkook, swallowing the three bodies and the goat-man plush in your arms. Yoongi drew close to you, lips on your lips, half-lidded eyes smoked with arousal.

“I gave you a small shred of my heart, pet.”

The fist-sized muscle pounded in your chest as the surface disappeared and the Devil dragged you down to Hell with his right-hand demon.

“Now you have emotion and free will.”

Yoongi pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as the world around you turned into everlasting flames.

666 You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

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lovelylunarwriting · 3 years

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Jaemin Soulmate!AU

Jaemin has a reputation as a “cool” kind of guy, which is why he wears bracelets to hide the words permanently etched on his left wrist

“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”

Jisung and Haechan are notorious for giving him shit for having a ‘weird’ soulmate, but Jaemin thinks it’s kind of funny, honestly

Like great question dude but,,, why are you asking me this

Jaemin’s apartment is around the corner from a little family-owned grocery store that he’s frequented since his high school days.

He’s very much a regular, to the point of the owner being like “Jaemin…. Please just work here. You already know where everything is”

To which Jaemin has to respectfully decline, because he wants to focus on his dancing and singing, and working too much would get in the way of practicing.

That, however, does not stop the old man from sending customers with questions to Jaemin whenever he comes in.

Because Jaemin is too polite to be like “uhh I don’t work here, good luck”, he always ends up helping them

But secretly, he doesn’t mind. He thinks that maybe one day, his soulmate will be the next one to ask him a question.

Even after repeated questions about “how much does this cost?”, “when do you guys open tomorrow?”, “when will the next shipment of bok choy be in?”, he still isn’t terribly bothered.

The other employees chastise the boss for sending customers to Jaemin, but the old man is always like “he knows this store better than you all do. That’s why he gets a discount higher than yours”

Employee discount: 15 percent off all merchandise

Na Jaemin discount: 20 percent off all merchandise

It’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that Na Jaemin gets a discount, but they are NEVER to mention it to him! He knows that business has been rough recently and wouldn’t accept the generosity, but the boss thinks Jaemin is too skinny and wants him to be able to afford to eat well.

Now lovely reader, this is where you come in. You recently got a job at this grocery store but you work in the back, so you have never seen the famous “Na Jaemin” that all your fellow employees chat about so frequently.

Coworker #1: “Ugh, he’s like SO dreamy”

Coworker #2: “I know right? He’ll have no trouble becoming an idol at this rate”

Meanwhile you’re like “lol what who? Also where is the printer for printing clearance labels”

You specifically applied for the back of house position because you did not want to talk to people.

It’s not that you’re antisocial by any means- honestly it’s the opposite. It’s just that you have the tendency to say whatever you’re thinking with absolutely no filter.

So in the past when more…. challenging… customers have talked down to you, you gave back the same energy without thinking.

Management was not happy,,, so you were like “mmmm maybe I should just keep to myself and everyone would be happier”

One day though, it seems that you’re shit out of luck.

Your work bestie calls you at 3 in the morning on your day off saying that her kid has a fever and she’s gotta stay home and take care of him.

You have no plans other than generally being a lazy lump at home, and she’s always had your back at work, so you’re like “girl don’t worry about it, I got your shift. I’ll make some chicken noodle soup for him too”

To which she’s like “bitch if I hadn’t found my soulmate already I would’ve snatched you up T-T”

You giggle and tell her to try and get some rest- both her and her kid.

And then sleep another blissful 4 hours before rolling in for the 8am shift.

When you get there, boss man is like “ayeee so you’re covering for her shift which is stocking shelves, are you gonna be okay doing that?”

You: “Ahaha yeah it’ll be fine~ just please don’t send customers to me oh my gosh”

Boss Man: “Don’t worry, I just saw Jaemin walk in. I’ll send them to him”

You: “... who is Jaemin”

Boss Man: “He’s my FAVORITE!! Remember that!”

You: “Oh, okay!! Yes sir!”

You’re like fifteen minutes into your shift and you’re already on edge because all you’ve done so far is dodge all the old ladies who are shopping this early.

No actual products have been put on the shelves yet, or at least not by your hands.

Settling down in the dairy section, you relax a bit and start putting cold products in the cold shelves fixed to the wall.

And of course- things are in the wrong place. Why would anyone put anything back where it belongs?

Picking up a product, you glance at the label out of sheer boredom more than anything.

“Wait- if it’s not butter, then what is it?”, you say to yourself.

Or so you think.

“Yeah, that is like the one question I don’t know how to answer”, you hear a masculine voice say from behind.

You spin around and look up into the man’s face.

And oh boy is that a nice looking face.

“Oh I’m sorry, I- WAIT”, you start, before you realize what he said.

Grabbing his left wrist, you push up the bracelets to reveal what you’d just said. Then you drop his hand out of sudden shyness, and because it’s not cool just to grab people.

“Do… do you mind if I look at your wrist as well?”, he asks quietly.

You roll up your sleeve and present him with your arm. He delicately wraps his fingers around your wrist and flips it over to read the words written”

He drops your wrist and sinks into a squat, flopping his arms over his head and looking at the ground.

“Oh my gosh why did I say something so lame…”

“Umm,,, to be fair,,, I did ask you about butter so by comparison yours isn’t that bad,,,,”, you try to comfort him, and he lifts his head up to meet your gaze.

“You mean that? It wasn’t like the lamest thing you’ve ever heard?”

“Oh I’ve heard much lamer things, don’t worry!”, you say with a cheery smile that contrasts your words entirely.

He stands up again and clasps your hands in his. With a look of determination he looks straight into your soul and asks:

“What time do you get off work?”

You tell him, but let him know that you’ll be busy after work making chicken noodle soup for your coworker and her son.

He’s like “oh you can cook?” and you’re like “lol no but I’m gonna die trying”

He writes his phone number on your arm (next to your soulmate tattoo) and is like “text me when you’re done with work and I’ll swing by and walk you home and maybe I can help you cook”

And quickly clarifies “ONLY IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH ME IN YOUR HOME, I UNDERSTAND IF BECAUSE WE JUST MET YOU-”

You’re like “dude,,,, it’s fine, we are literally destined to be together. Also if you try anything I’ll just beat you up so it’s chill”

Looking at his watch, he sprints makes a beeline for the checkout counter, going on about he’s gonna be so later and Haechan’s never gonna let it go if he’s late twice in a row, and something else but by that point he’s so far away from the dairy aisle you can only hear muffled sounds where words should be.

The next several hours could not go by ANY SLOWER.

Starting off today, you figured the day would go by quickly because you’d be preoccupied figuring out how to do something new, but now all you can think about is pretty soulmate boy.

And how he never mentioned his name, but to be fair, it was a rather quick exchange.

What feels like centuries later, your shift is coming to a close so you grab the ingredients you the internet tells you you need for the soup and head to your favorite cashier.

Somehow the front of the store is both quiet and abnormally loud for this time of night.

“Jaemin’s been waiting there for fifteen minutes? Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

“Maybe he needs to talk to the boss? Usually he’d just ask one of us to grab him but he’s just standing outside”

“Ugh it’s so cold, should we tell him to come inside?”

You glance over to the crowd of coworkers towards the entrance and break out into a smile.

��Just keep ringing me up, I’ll be right back!”, you tell the cashier and fast walk past the small crowd.

Peeping your head out the door, you greet him.

“Are you cold? Come inside, I’m almost done”

“Oh okay, should I wait by the door though?”

“No, come with me. I wanna show you off~”, you instruct and he raises an eyebrow, but plays along.

Holding open the door for him, he scuffles his way in and shyly offers his hand.

Gladly, and with a pounding heart, you lock your fingers between his.

“Your hands are freezing, dude”

“Shhh it’s fine. I was trying to be cool, okay”, he jokes with you as you walk back to the register

Ringing up your items, the cashier is looking at you and him with raised eyebrows, and you’re just like “shut up jessica I’ll explain tomorrow”

The two of you walk back to your apartment and spend the rest of the night cooking and talking about everything and nothing.

The more you learn about Jaemin, the more confident you are that the universe got this one right.

Even when most things feel unclear, you know this person is someone you can always rely on.

(also when you bring your sick work bestie the soup, Jaemin insists on tagging along and she’s like “omg Y/N that’s JAEMIN” and you’re like “I KNOW” and he’s like “hi here’s some soup, also why do you know my name”

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Duly Noted (2)

(moonbyul x gender neutral reader, trainee/idol!au, soulmate!au, ~1.2k words)

[previous]

Another day, you think, staring up at the front of the company building before heading in. There's a small crowd of trainees clogging the hall the second you step in. What are they staring at? A collective bunch of hands point fingers at papers on the wall. Spotting Hyejin in the crowd, she waves you over.

"They're piloting groups again." That explains the crowd. "You lucked out with yours. Try not to lose it," playfully jabbing an elbow in your side before strutting away to the practice room she's been assigned.

"Ow, what are you tal—" you start to call after her until finding your name. Moon Byulyi and Kang Seulgi's names sit just above yours. Oh. Your heart instantly leaps to your throat, the hell? How'd you get placed with the best vocalist and dancer in your cohort? Byulyi's sweet, always waving hi when seeing you around or sneaking you the occasional forbidden snack. She does this with everyone though, and of course has unintentionally managed to get every other trainee to pine after her and her charisma— yourself included. Seulgi's one of Byulyi's close friends, and while you've never spoken, she has that duality and professionalism when performing that most trainees absolutely idolize. It'd be a dream to debut with either of them and it's a good sign that you're getting tested together, but nothing guaranteed. Everything that happens here is a constant reminder that nothing is, at least in this stage of your career, if you can even call it that.

But it sucks you're not with Hyejin, who's been in this with you since the beginning. But you've tested together before, maybe the company didn't care for it. Scanning the lists to find her group, the only name you vaguely recognize besides hers is Jung Wheein. Wheein's pretty shy and keeps to herself from your limited interactions with her. She's been here training a bit longer than you, but not by much. Attempts at recalling her ability to dance and sing come up blank, probably from your concerted effort over the years to stop caring so much about how other people are performing. The comparison game is really just that, a game. The only person's actions you can control are your own, solely responsible for your own skills and their development. You take one last look at the sheets before turning on your heel and heading to your assigned practice room.

~~~~

Practice actually goes off without a hitch. Granted you're grouped with some of the best, but it's obvious that you're the weakest link. Byulyi and Seulgi are nice enough about it though, giving you pointers and being patient when it takes you a little longer to figure out choreo. You also might be half a beat behind in part because it's hard not to stare at Byulyi. In what other instance will you get to witness her singing and dancing up close? Well... if we debut... No, no. There's no room for wishful thinking here. Keep expectations low and be pleasantly surprised if they're ever surpassed. It's less soul-crushing that way.

How do crushes work with soulmates? Supposedly some people choose to date before, get around before they find "the one". Some people just wait it out. You've even heard of stories of people who disregarded their notebooks altogether, claiming it was possible to find love without the whole soulmate thing. Supposedly there's also people who have blank left pages for whatever reason. Notebooks are generally a pretty private affair, since randomly showing someone always brings the chance of finding each other, but it's difficult not to wonder sometimes...

Her voice pulls you out of the rare existential soulmate spiral.

"Hey, you good?" Good thing she's not telepathic. It's just the two of you left in the studio packing up, Seulgi had to dash off somewhere right after practice ended.

"Yeah... yeah," you say, realizing it sounds like you're trying to self-assure. "I think I'm just nervous about this eval, don't wanna mess with group synergy by falling behind," you tack on hurriedly, teeth unconsciously gnawing on your lip. You're not usually this nervous and definitely don't normally openly admit your lack of confidence— it's literally just because of Byulyi. Get it together.

"Ahh, don't worry. It's not like you're at risk of getting booted. You've been here too long for the company to do that," she assures while putting a hand on your shoulder, making eye contact with in the studio mirror. Your face burns from the implicit praise.

"Speak for yourself!"

"Exactly, it's why I just try to have fun. I mean, I get that it's a lot of pressure and stuff, but by now it's all the same. Sometimes I feel like this is kind of as good as it's gonna get, ya know?" she asks, removing her hand to lace both of them behind her neck in a stretch, leaving you wishing she'd keep a hand on you. Rather surprising, hearing her talk like this. Maybe it's a sign that training for longer doesn't necessarily mean more confidence. Train for too long and it's becomes a question of whether you've plateaued, or worse, peaked before you even reach a debut-worthy level.

"Yeah, I get what you mean," returning the sentiment. "But you've been here for longer, so I can't really say anything."

"We're all in this together, aren't we? Or well... kinda," she chuckles half-heartedly.

"It's good to see that they're piloting us again, maybe they're making a new group?" She nods pensively with an affirmative hum.

"I'm just not the biggest fan of the mind games. But I guess that's what we signed up for, huh?" she huffs with a shrug, walking over to her bag to pack up.

"Yeah. It is what it is," you reply, unsure of what else to say while walking to the stereo to loop the song one more time. Byulyi heads for the door, but stops in the doorway and turns.

"Hey, don't stay up too late. And remember to have fun while you're at it— makes the grind seem less terrible," she says with care. "Oh, forgot I have these, here's some fuel," suddenly tossing you a tiny bag of chips that your hands fumble with but luckily don't drop. Her goodbye rings out as she walks out the door and down the hall.

Taking the time to look down at the bag in your hands, they're your favorites. How did she know? You've never told her they were, unless she was just really observant that one time a few months ago when she happened to give you the same ones?

Pressing play on your phone to run through the choreo once more, you make a mental note to check your notebook later, vaguely remembering writing about the chips the very first time you had them because they were truly that good.

It’s surely pure coincidence. Hoping that it’s anything more intentional than that is unfounded wishful thinking, right?

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youarejesting · 4 years

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I will wait. (Somesay) Jk x Reader

[Masterlist] Beta: @jung-hoseok-s-airplane Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Teacher!Reader Words: 2.1k Rating: 13+ Genre: Romance, Slice of life, Angst, Fluff, Idol AU Summary: You grew up with him. Knew him before he became a member of the worlds greatest band of all time. You watched him grow into the man he is today but he drifted away. It’s time to stand your ground because patience was a virtue he taught you well. I got inspiration from this song here: [Somesay - Nea’]

Some say you will love me one day And I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day Just say you will love me one day And I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day

You saw him sitting alone crying, into his Ironman lunch box. Some of the other boys hadn’t wanted to sit with him, because he was too shy and quiet. Holding your lunch box you remember your mother’s words earlier that morning.

“I packed you some sweets, and I want you to make friends. My girl, can you do that?” “I will try” she smiled at you as she walked you to the gate.

You sat across from him and he looked up nervous and you blushed, unzipping your lunch box. The two lunch boxes were similar both with Ironman on the front but different pictures and colours. His head didn’t lift from the table but his watery eyes glanced up at you a few hundred times. Holding up the small bag of sweets you opened it and gave a nervous smile.

“Would you like to be my friend? My mum told me to make friends with these” your voice growing smaller as you spoke “these ones are my favourite, what’s your favourite ones?”

“I like the apples ones” he mumbled looking at the gummies in the bag and you grinned leaning over the table.

“I don’t really like those ones so you can eat all of them if you want” he gave a toothy grin, the two front teeth looking oddly too big for his face. “I have to go to the bathroom, can you watch my lunch box?’

“I will wait.” He nodded cheeks full of sweets.

“Are you ready? We are going to be late,” Jungkook shouted backstage in the school hall. It was the first year of middle school. You and Jungkook were twelve and you had been friends for a long time now. You held hands everyday on your way to school until someone in class asked if you love each other and you both denied it stating you were just best friends. After that day the two of you never held hands on your walk home.

“I have to fix my hair” You called frustrated

“I will wait.” He said softly trying to calm you. Once everything was fixed the two of you stepped out onto the stage of your school talent show and you began dancing and singing together.

It was the fifth time you had forgotten to show up for Jungkook, this time he was auditioning for a company or something along those lines. There was so much happening you could barely keep up with his schedule. It wasn’t that you didn’t support him, or that you didn’t care. It was you were going after your own career in teaching. Your career plan wasn’t as fantastical as Jungkook’s but it was yours and you loved it dearly.

You called Jungkook to apologize for not being there for his audition. Telling him you were sorry for missing it but you were in the middle of studying. He said it was okay and that he signed at the company ‘BIGHIT’ you were so excited for him.

That was at the beginning but when he graduated early he was basically unreachable. Jungkook missed your birthday and you missed his training. He invited you almost every weekend to see the company but you always had conflicting schedules.

Eventually he stopped asking and you both stopped inviting each other to important events and milestones you used to share. No more birthday parties. No more movie nights. No more late night calls or calls in general.

Every night though he was on your mind, wondering what he was doing and how he was coping with his training. You had only to roll over and you could send him a message or call him but the fear kicked in. Had it been too long? Would it be awkward? Did he move on?

One particular night the rain outside brought with it a cold bitter loneliness. Remembering one of the last times you were together.

“Just you wait, I am going to become famous and I am going to buy us a house and we will live together, you are my best friend” he grinned down at you finally he was growing into his teeth they didn’t seem so big any more they were now almost a perfect fit.

“You always say that Jungkook but what if I am stuck in university forever, trying to become a teacher, I already had to repeat this class” You were feeling emotional from the stressful school and work life.

And like always he said those three words that you didn’t know if you loved or hated “I will wait.”

You didn’t even have a chance to think about what to send him when you sneezed three times in a row unknowingly hitting the call button.

“Bless you!” That sweet voice you remembered and held dear graced your ears once more.

“Jungkook?

“Why do you sound surprised? You called me,” He asked.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to, it was an accident while I was sneezing.” You denied perhaps a little too earnestly.

“Oh, I can go if you don’t want to talk.”

“No, I mean I was going to text you first. You know it has been so long. I wanted to ease back into conversation.”

“Come on, I am your best friend, you don’t need to ease back into a conversation with me.” Both of you shared a chuckle at the situation, he was right, you felt comfortable already.

“Yeah, I was being dumb,” you hummed, “I miss you”

“Where are you, you still live at the place near the old cinema?”

“Yeah, still the same apartment, I am busting my butt for my career and I haven’t even gotten enough to get a better place,” you frowned.

“I bet your students love you” his voice sounded proud. You heard shuffling and he spoke to you the whole time and eventually you heard a knock at your apartment door.

“Let me in!”

“You didn’t?” You reprimanded into the phone, but you couldn’t deny the broad smile on your face.

“I did.” Opening the door there he was, your Jungkook just as you remembered and yet so different. He took a deep breath shrugging out of his raincoat and placing his umbrella down. You both sat on the couch talking and he told you his group planned to debut the next day.

“No matter when or where, call me I will always have time for you Jungkook.” You watched as he walked out the front door ready to leave but stopped midway and turned back looking at his feet as they shuffled back and forth.

“I am under a contract the moment we debut, I can’t date anyone.” He explained the tips of his ears warming.

“I didn’t even think you liked anyone” You admitted slightly confused.

Heart beating in your chest as he looked up, he grabbed your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours before running off. With a soft. “I will wait.”

Four years passed and you would text or call every month or two. It was the best you could do since you had become a full teacher. You had gotten drunk one night in your empty run down apartment, you called him and drunkenly confessed how much you missed him. He apologized telling you he was on tour overseas and the time difference was different.

The next day in the afternoon he called you, it was the most soul crushing call of your life. He said he didn’t want you to wait for him, said there were guys out there, better than him. And you told him you were just drunk and being needy and it didn’t mean anything.

Another three years had passed, if you stepped outside, they were everywhere. His face was everywhere, his voice playing from every shop in the mall. You hadn’t spoken much since that day things had been kind of quiet. You had been working hard with your children, teaching them the power of patience and telling them about your best friend who would always tell you he would wait because he knew that eventually things would happen and he would feel happy.

You were contacted by the principal and were asked to join a meeting with a business man asking for his idol group to surprise the kids. Your class had been chosen, the agent didn’t specify, saying “I can’t tell you who will be on the show as it is confidential information”. You were dressed in a cute floral dress.

You stepped out and blushed, they were all handsome, but Jungkook was so different grown up and handsome he was muscular in a lean way. Eyes still as bright as you remembered from the childhood memories you shared, “This is not what I expected?”

“Wah, daebak!” Hoseok said of course you knew all the members names and faces having been secretly following them for a while. They cheered as the children filed in and sat in the left over chairs

“Gwiyeoum,” Taehyung said, “Jimin do you remember when we were in school?”

“We were just like this?” Jimin laughed, noticing the way the student’s ears and neck were heating up.

“I miss my school days,” Seokjin said.

You were shocked at seeing his face again after all this time. “Jungkook?”

“Y/n!” He shouted back running over and engulfing you in a hug, “You look so professional, it has been so long, Y/n and I have been friends since were were in first grade, she gave me apple gummies”

“I love your music, I particularly like your chaotic, up-beat songs, they make me laugh,” you grinned, “we use your songs when we take breaks in class, and we stretch.”

“Miss please we are embarrassed” The students said making you laugh

“Well you have to show us now,” Hoseok grinned with a laugh as you nodded.

“Alright everyone on your feet” they stood up and you led them through some stretch routines and the kids got embarrassed but soon warmed up shouting.

“Bultaoreune.” Hoseok was so excited, clapping with laughter while jumping up and down and Suga slapped a hand over his mouth in shock.

You were testing BTS and your students against each other to see how their brains stack up against one another, things like capital cities and fun little games. The two sides competed in mini game challenges for hints and handicaps. You spoke with them about random things, letting the kids ask questions and team up with bts members for making a fun project.

“I am curious, you grew up with Jungkook from a young age.” Seokjin asked “What was our golden maknae like?”

“Awkward,” you shrugged, “he had trouble talking with others, actually I still have an old recording of a very young Jungkook singing and dancing in the school talent show. I have it on my phone. It was to an old hip hop song”

“I want to see it,” they all grinned mischievously.

“Hey, aren’t you in that video too dancing and singing alongside me?” Jungkook said and you frowned having forgotten.

“Oh yeah, I can’t show that?” You sat thoughtfully.

“No show us, you both would be so cute,” Hoseok cheered. He really was the mood maker of the group.

“Do you remember the choreography?” Jungkook smirked at your shy nod requesting the producers to play the song. The two of you performed the dance and sang along. You were bright red and everyone laughed.

After that day you two were back in contact like there were no issues. When the run episode had aired it was everywhere that you knew Jungkook and you laid in your bed every night thinking about how much you wanted to call him. Due to certain events, his tour was cancelled but you couldn’t bring yourself to message or call.

Days turned to weeks that turned to months and you got sick of waiting and you sent him a message.

I will wait.

You didn’t think anything of it until you heard a rapid knock at the door which had your heart racing. Pulling the heavy door open to see Jungkook standing there looking older and tired.

You didn’t give him a chance to speak, repeating your promise “I will wait.”

The way he smiled so bright his two front teeth showing flashbacks of your school days. The way he kissed you on his last night of freedom before he was bound to a contract. He gave you a bright grin and nodded once before turning and leaving.

It was all worth it if it meant one day Jungkook could love you.

Just say you'll love me one day.

If you enjoyed this please share it around for others to enjoy and check my [Masterlist] for other things beautiful like this.

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caprichans · 4 years

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𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙨 — 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

FAN FIC RECS — MASTERLIST: a compilation of some of the best skz fics written, mostly crafted in the depths of archiveofourown. feel free to browse through these amazing works and send off your kudos to the authors for creating these amazing works!

NOTE: these fics are member + member ships.

SYMBOLS:

[ ♡ ] highly recommended, favorite [ G, PG, PG-13, *E ] audience ratings * E meaning explicit content or R-18; warnings will be explained below [ HOT! ] a new pairing or fic [ OG ] original work

minsung [minho + jisung]

[ ♡ ] verbatim by icemage4739 (PG, violence) – a mafia au wherein minho and jisung meet through an encounter with a rival gang, and they get entangled with tensions between the two gangs.

[ ♡ ] you’re driving me wild by prettyboykook (PG) – wherein minho is a vet and jisung’s an art major who meet because of a stray kitten that got caught in a storm.

the curse of saturdays by indifferentyoongi (PG) – wherein minho needs a fake boyfriend, and changbin happens to know just the guy.

[ ♡ ] broken compass by luway (PG-13, violence, implied/referenced homophobia) – a pirate au wherein jisung is a merchant lost at sea, and minho, a baker, happens to hold on into a precious ornament that belonged to jisung years before he finds him with a brand new family, and a chance at a new start.

to: the lonely hearts club by jisxngie (PG-13, implied self-harm) – wherein lee minho runs the lonely hearts club, a blog where lonely, broken hearts of the world can gather, talking to him about their relationships, their crushes, their heartbreak. jisung crushes on the cheerleading team of his rivalling school, minho, and turns to the lonely hearts clubs for solutions.

on my lips (your laughter is the sweetest) by luway (PG-13) – wherein minho is a deaf barista, and he finds jisung’s lips pretty whenever he has to order a drink at his cafe.

talk too much by bassbot (E, smut) – wherein minho and jisung make out when the power goes out of the dorms.

[ ♡ ] suncity by icemage4739 (PG) – a royalty/tangled au wherein minho, a prince, just wants one night of freedom, and a thief named jisung just so happens to be the one who can bring him the freedom he’s been wanting.

windows to your soul by screwzlooze (PG) – wherein jisung’s a director working on a film, and he needs a person suited for one of the main characters of his film. luckily, he finds the perfect person, but he finds him throwing up in a bathroom stall.

changlix [changbin + felix]

[ ♡ ] falling: a photo essay by lee felix by seuta (G) – a photographer au wherein felix needs a muse for his portfolio and changbin happens to be in the right place at the right time.

[ ♡ ] beats me chewhy (PG-13) – a 1940s/1950s au wherein changbin and felix are both poets in a dark society.

read my lips by jisquish (G) – a high school au wherein changbin is deaf but whipped for a cute boy named felix.

broken compass, young wings (PG) – a soulmate au wherein changbin doesn’t have a soulmate, but finds his next door violinist neighbor, felix, quite interesting.

[ OG ] incandescent smiles (G) – wherein changbin has this habit of smiling at everyone, and felix happens to be a boy with smiles that could light up a thousand suns.

[HOT!] chanlix [chan + felix]

[HOT!] [ OG ] talking to the moon (PG, angst) – wherein the moon finds two soulmates from australia talking to it, and decides to bring them together in seoul

seungjin [hyunjin + seungmin]

[ ♡ ] blessings wait by seenstealers (PG-13, underage drinking, swearing, making out) – a hogwarts au wherein hyunjin and seungmin have been in the same group of friends for years, but have never spoken to each other until one day, when hyunjin asks seungmin to tutor him.

[ ♡ ] when we cross at intersections by orphan_account (PG-13) – wherein hyunjin’s a part-time waiter and seungmin’s an idol that meet up again after several years at hyunjin’s part-time job.

something in the water by iridessence (PG) – a siren au wherein hyunjin is in australia for vacation and he finds himself falling for siren seungmin.

seungbin [seungmin + changbin]

[ ♡ ] friends and foes and princes by hero_hero (PG) – a royalty/magic au wherein hyunjin and seungmin decides to switch identities and mess up an entire kingdom.

[HOT!] unsuspecting by straycty (E, smut) – wherein changbin had a crush on his neighbor, chan, until he saw his brother.

[HOT!] heartbeats accelerating series by bitsori (PG) – wherein hyunjin is getting married, and seungmin & changbin get stuck on a trip together + minho and jisung make an important announcement, and it makes seungmin & changbin rethink where they are in their relationship

hyunmin [hyunjin + minho]

[ ♡ ] sub rosa by hero_hero (PG-13, heavy angst) – wherein all hyunjin wants to do is get his boyfriend, minho, to pay attention him. it appears to be harder than hyunjin thought it would be.

woochan [woojin + chan]

[ ♡ ] blushing, baking, and balconies by wonpilsdimple (PG) – a neighbors au wherein woojin sings outside his balcony sometimes, but he finds somebody else singing back.

seunglix [seungmin + felix]

what the hell is your problem, kim seungmin?! by orphan_account (PG) – a high school au wherein seungmin is an avid daydreamer who often dreams on winning the the love of a certain someone named lee felix.

ot9 [poly ships]

[ ♡ ] what doesn’t change by layni1771 (PG-13, suicide, murder, homophobia, warnings added at the end of each chapter) – a reincarnation au wherein minho falls in love with 8 people in 8 different lifetimes.

when you love someone by krucxa (PG-13, depression, self-harm, suicide attempt) – a soulmate au wherein changbin dreams of whatever his soulmate is doing in their daily life, and it isn’t good. thankfully, hyunjin’s presence is enough to calm him down, but the dreams keep on replaying on changbin’s mind and he knows that it’s happening again.

[ ♡ ] jeongin’s foolproof guide to getting out of bad dates by percentage (G) – wherein jeongin has his fair share of bad dates, and [not so] luckily, his friends step in as his jeongin bad date protection squad.

[ ♡ ] new boii™ and boiifriends™ by ashtin – a textfic au wherein everybody is just heads over heels for the new boy in town, felix.

NOTE: just because there are [ ♡ ] ‘s does not mean that the recs are my least favorite! all of these fics are really recommended to read. it’s completely fine if you don’t want to read it because of the warnings. :)

i will add more as i encounter some more fics that i will read.

#muki.rec #masterlist #fic rec masterlist #fic recommendations #stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #bang chan #kim woojin #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #js jeongins foolproof guide is such a funny book pls read it

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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546 Days Without You — Seven: Day 190

Pairing — Seokjin x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Seokjin, older brother!Yoongi, producer/songwriter!MC, military au (ish), idol au (ish)

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 2.8k

Summary — Kim Seokjin is your entire world, and that world falls apart the moment he and your older brother Yoongi are conscripted into the South Korean military.

Part — 7 / 15

Warnings — Minor language that’s hardly worth mentioning

A/N — Taglist is open! Comment or submit an ask if you want to be added :)

Previous — Next

Your finger hovers over the screen, dipping down and rising back up in apprehension. Once it's out there, there's no going back. One it's released to the world, you'll never be able to rein it back in. Like Pandora's Box, there is no more world without your creation once you have the courage to let it go.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you huff out a breath and force your brain to stop thinking. You'd written both Yoongi and Seokjin about your ideas, your worries, and your decision. They, and all the other members, support you one-hundred percent. Many of them had even had a hand in creation. The only person still on the edge is you.

No more.

"Here goes nothing."

With a sound somewhere between a shout and a yelp slipping out, your finger presses the "Post" option. In a flash, the final draft of your first song is published onto your Soundcloud account. And within the first thirty seconds of posting, you see the view count begin to tick upwards in a shift from zero to single-digits.

No turning back now. Pandora's Box is opened.

Shutting your phone completely down, you shove it into your pocket and shake away the nerves. There's no reason to be anxious; you've been working on that project for almost four months. February turned to March, April melted into May, and pretty soon, mid-June was upon you. The summertime was a promised one, especially when partnered with Taehyung on this special song. You first solo piece, the first time the world will have heard your singing and rapping, the first time you've put yourself out there as Min [Y/n], not Min Yoongi's sister.

But that doesn't keep you from breathing unevenly and thinking about the what-ifs. You'd created a Soundcloud under your real name, so it's only a matter of time before people put it together. You aren't expecting anything huge to happen, but knowing the Army and how both good and bad can come from their enormous numbers...

You shove any negative thoughts away and roll off the bed, landing easily on the balls of your feet. Shifting your attention to your day-job, you grab your bag before shimmying out the door, bike in tow.

The summer sun beats down on the City of Seoul. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you gaze up at the cloudless, cornflower blue sky. Over the last four months, it seems that nature has done what she always does; the colors have returned, exchanging the monotone shades for brilliant hues. Even with the intense heat, you can't remember the last time the commute to BigHit felt so invigorating.

You've been all over the world, seen so many countries, wandered countless cities, but there truly is no place like Seoul.

After arriving at the premises, scanning into the private garage, and parking your bike, you head up to the common area reserved specifically for the boys. It's taken four, long months, but Map of the Soul: Dream has finally finished recording and post-production. The last few weeks have been finalizing photoshoots and album art, both of which are out of your area of expertise, but it's exciting to see everything so close to completion. There's a buzz in the air that can be felt at all levels, even within other groups that BigHit manages (especially the ever-adorable TXT members.)

After the extensive work-hours poured into producing the album, which has keep you plenty occupied over the last hundred days, there's just one final meeting to be had before the first set of press releases go out. One final detail must be decided. You know where you stand on the issue, and after countless discussions with the boys, you're fairly certain about each of them. But the leadership in BigHit, Bang PD and Lenzo Yoon? You're uncertain of what their thoughts are, and that's scary.

The topic of controversy: Tour.

It's been all over the media, ever since there was an announcement of a new album. With Yoongi and Seokjin in the middle of their service, some think it would be wrong to do tour without them. On the other side of the aisle, some think that doing tour without them would carry on their legacy, for lack of a better word.

You're firmly in the latter camp. Yoongi and Seokjin wouldn't want BTS to not tour just because of them. Everyone needs to maintain a sense of normalcy, now more than ever. Like it or not, tour is part of that normal.

Jungkook steps from the adjacent hallway, catching you off-guard and pulling you from your thoughts. "Sorry," he whispers, extending his hands as an offering. "Didn't mean to scare you, noona."

You mess with his hair a bit, shaking your head. "All good, Kookie. Just deep in thought, I guess."

"About the meeting?" Another nod. "I think everyone's started to head to the conference room. Did you see the group text?"

You groan, "No, I shut my phone off after I uploaded my song to Soundcloud."

Jungkook's brown eyes grow even wider in surprise. "What! You posted it? And you didn't tell us!"

Offering a sheepish smile, you shrug slightly, palms facing up on either side of your shoulders. "Slipped my mind? It was kinda a last-minute decision."

The brunet scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Great. Now I owe Jimin-ssi a hundred won."

"What did you bet on?"

"If you would tell us before you posted or not. Jimin didn't seem to think so. I thought better of you."

You burst into laughter and shove the youngest on the shoulder, turning to continue walking down the hall. "You give me too much credit, Kook."

Out of nowhere, Taehyung rounds the corner. Eyes wide as his boxy grin, he runs up to you, grasps your shoulders, and gently shakes you to emphasize his words. "Did I just hear what I think I did?"

"Y—Ye—ep," you reply, words stuttering due to his actions.

"What did you name it!"

"Sil—hou—ette."

Jungkook shoves Taehyung away so he'll stop shaking you. "Seriously, stop dude, she's not a rag doll."

You snicker at Taehyung's dramatic and insulted expression, your laughter only growing as he places his hand over his heart. "I'm sorry. Did you help her compose an absolute masterpiece? No? I didn't think so." He turns back to you, and his face shifts to pure joy. "I love the title. It suits the song perfectly."

"You'd better send me the damn link," Jungkook mumbles grumpily.

The three of you make your way towards the large conference room. It's the same one that you'd sat in over half a year ago to discuss the inevitability of Yoongi and Seokjin's enlistment. That had been one of the most stressful and depressing days in your entire life. This conversation is going to be different; you'll be sure of that.

Once you're settled in the chair across from where Bang PD usually sits, Jungkook and Taehyung on either side, the CEO enters the conference room. He's followed closely by Sejin, Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon. The leader of the band closes the door behind him, flashing a small smile in your direction.

There's a silence that falls over the room after everyone takes their seats. Namjoon sits between Taehyung and Hoseok, and Jimin sits between Sejin and Jungkook. You sit directly adjacent to Bang PD.

"Well, I think we all know why we're here," he begins, folding his hands on the table. "I wanted this conversation to be with the small group. No lawyers, no board members, no staff or other managers other than Sejin, who we all know has everyone's best interest at heart."

"There's nothing to discuss," you state, folding your arms firmly across your chest. "There's an album coming out in a little more than two months. When have we ever not considered a tour in recent years?"

"There are different circumstances surrounding this release," he retorts kindly, keeping his tone cordial despite your Min sarcasm.

"No one's saying there isn't," Namjoon agrees, "but she's right, PD-nim. Tour is a natural next step. It's one we've always done for the last few years, ever since Wings."

BigHit's CEO turns towards the leader. "Even if you and Hoseok won't be a part of it for the entire time?"

"We've talked it over," Hoseok replies, backing Namjoon up. "It's not ideal, but can do it."

Bang PD shakes his head, his voice and expression revealing concern more than irritation. "Please, don't take offense to this, but I don't think you quite grasp what we're working with here. We've run the numbers. The very earliest we could manage a tour start date is almost four months from now. Between the album release, press, choreography, concert planning and reservations, and countless other logistical things that have to be sorted, four months is the very earliest."

"That would put the start date sometime around October 1st," Sejin adds softly.

"And the scheduled date for Hoseok and Namjoon's enlistment has been decided as February 17th." The CEO gestures to the two oldest members in the room. "We've come to an agreement that it's best to put groups of two or three through at a time, and Namjoon has graciously offered to enlist alongside Hoseok."

Namjoon offers a semblance of a smile, and Hoseok pats him on the shoulder.

"So?" you interrupt. "That gives us four months."

"And if we follow the pattern of the last two tours, that means that for over half of the tour, not only will there be four members absent, but we won't have a rapper at all. Yoongi will be serving still. And while you three," Bang PD gestures to Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook, "have fantastic stage presence, I don't believe you can carry the album alone. The songs aren't meant to be sung by three people. Not all of them. It would exhaust you, and it wouldn't be the same. For anyone."

"And would the Army want a tour without more than half the band?" Sejin asks, and raises his hands in defense as you shoot daggers in his direction. "Look, I'm just bringing it up. It's something we have to think about it. And if we did do this, setting aside all the issues with scheduling and enlistment dates, would it be fair to the half of the tour that missed out on Namjoon and Hoseok?"

"Then we adjust," Taehyung offers. "We can record performances for the ones that Hoseok and Namjoon can't do in person. Or one of us can take their places. We can grow and adjust."

You thrust your hands towards your Daegu-comrade. "Exactly! We've had to adjust our way of performing before due to world events. We can manage."

"For what it's worth, I think the Army will understand that we'd rather be with them than enlisting," Namjoon chuckles dryly. "It's our duty, so we do it, but we can make it special for them without being there. We'd planned to do the same for Seokjin and Yoongi. We can't put the entire band on hold for the next few years due to members coming and going. We won't survive if we go with that mindset."

Hoseok sits up and adds, "I agree with Namjoon, but I want to say that...that I hope you all consider doing the same for us. If there's another album before we're done, if there's talk about another tour before we're released, I'd want you to do it. If it's you three, or if Yoongi and Seokjin have returned by then. I never want Bangtan to suffer more than necessary just because of our personal duties as citizens. BTS means everything to so many people, but no one more than those in this room and those currently serving. We can survive this, but we have to be flexible. If that means I don't have a single line on the next one, if that means I never set foot in the studio for recording or the stadium for the performances, then I'm fine with that."

Namjoon smirks at Hoseok's argument. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

Bang PD turns to the youngest three, nodding as he listens to the points being made. "What about you three? Are you comfortable doing a tour with five, then with three? It would be another four or five months going solo. I don't want to be difficult--really, that's the last thing I want--but I have to ask the hard questions. All seven of you have almost burned out completely on previous tours. Injuries, exhaustion, health problems: it's all come out of tour going as planned. Are you prepared to face double the load?"

You turn to the youngest, as he's the first to speak up. "I know we can do it. I've been improving on my rapping."

"Same here," Taehyung intervenes.

"So we can either take up the slack, or we can include their vocals from the recordings," Jimin adds on, showing his support as he gently prods the youngest with his elbow. "We're pretty charismatic if I do say so myself. We can still put on a hell of a show."

You lean forward, bracing your forearms on the conference table as you stare Bang PD down with the entirety of the Min-family intensity. "And I know it's been said before, but it's worth repeating: my brother and boyfriend wanted us to go forward with this tour more than anything—"

"—I'm aware of that, [Y/n]—"

You hold up a hand, cutting the middle-aged man off. "—I wasn't finished." When he falls silent and gestures for you to continue, you state, "They put in so much work ahead of their departure, knowing the whole time that they'd be able to perform exactly zero percent of it. They were that selfless. We owe it to them—and to the Army—to give this tour our all. You have all of us behind this, one-hundred-and-ten percent. We have the backing of the whole damn world. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, and if we don't deliver now, you might not have to worry about the next tour."

Sejin gives an amused smirk and nods his agreement, turning to the CEO with a shrug. "Don't look so surprised," he chuckles at the elder man's remaining concern. "You knew how this conversation was going to go."

Bang PD shakes his head and runs a hand over his tired face. As he leans back in his chair, he glances to each of the members, eventually landing on you. "And here I thought things were going to be more balanced in the argument due to Yoongi being absent."

A playful smirk tugs at your lips. "Well, you still have one Min to deal with, PD-nim."

He gives another pause, as if letting the next few seconds solidify his decision, before clapping his hands once. "All right, doesn't look like I have anything to worry about."

"What do you mean?" Jimin inquires.

"I want to do a tour, too, but I wasn't going to force anyone into that position. It's going to be longer and harder than anything we've ever done, but if you're all committed to this, you have my support." He claps Sejin on the shoulder. "And I think I speak for everyone when I say I'm glad you're still as fired up about Bangtan as we are."

"So...this was a test?" Hoseok snickers.

Bang PD shrugs slightly, ad the entire room lets out a breath of relief. "That's not very nice, you know," Jungkook murmurs, though a smile has spread across his face. "You could've led with that."

"It's my job to play devil's advocate." He grins at the youngest. "You'd better keep practicing your rapping, Jungkook. We're going to need that this tour."

"Or maybe we have another solution." Sejin looks up from his phone, eyes catching yours with an amused expression. "Really? Soundcloud?"

Jimin jerks in his chair, about throwing himself onto the floor in the process. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, he makes a sound of pure excitement and scurries over to wrap you in a tight back hug. "You did it!" He turns his head towards Jungkook, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You owe me a hundred won, Kookie."

"And you didn't tell us?" Hoseok scoffs. "I'm insulted [Y/n]!"

Namjoon flashes a smile that brings out his dimples. "You didn't tell anyone did you?"

Though nearly suffocated by Jimin's embrace, you offer an apologetic smile to the leader of the group. "I kinda just...posted it and ran away."

Bang PD lets out a loud laugh as he looks over Sejin's shoulder, reading whatever is on his phone. "You might want to get on the site then, [Y/n]. You're...well, I'll let you see." His eyes flicker over to you. "You ever considered signing with a label?"

You burst into laughter, wrapping your arms around Jimin's forearms, leaning back against his shoulder. "In your dreams!"

Taglist — @joyful-jimin, @gracehiii, @live-2-fangirl

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satannedtrash · 5 years

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a new year’s resolution | qian kun

summary: where you go out with friends to welcome in the new year, but you never expected to welcome something - or rather, someone - else.

pairing: qian kun x reader

word count: 3.3k/3365 words

genre: fluff. just fluff. pure fluff

format: dot points (still not experienced enough yet :|)

warnings: none unless mild to moderate swearing and total drunks aren’t your thing (also not edited oh dear) (and ooc kun cuz i suck at this ok)

author’s note: tHIS WAS MEANT TO BE FINISHED LAST WEEK BUT STUFF CAME UP SO IT’S HELLA LATE AAA but anyway at first i wasn’t entirely sure what member to write about, but then i remembered how sm didn’t even release a happy birthday post to kun (jan 1). so i thought that i can dedicate this to kun. happy (extremely belated) birthday to the butter-for-our-ears vocalist, angel and mum, kun! (also y/f/n means your friend’s name)

EDIT: just realised there was a whole section missing (i realised after a month because i didn’t want to read back on this - thing - until now) and without it the oneshot didn’t flow, so i added it in. hope it all clears things up!

11:19 pm

before this story starts imma explain sum stuff

first of all: bless kun

second of all: appreciate kun

third of all: say happy birthday to kun

oh and this is an au where the nct members aren’t idols so don’t expect to see saesangs or fans with their cameras out taking a photo of every move they make being mentioned in here

aaand i’m rambling so with that out of the way lez go

laughing at a friend’s joke, you lifted your right hand which held your phone, causing the screen to turn on

“gEEz okay then”

the bright, white light emitted from it shocked your eyes, making you blink furiously

when you could finally see without being partially blinded, you quickly checked the time and placed your phone face-down next to you

“what’s the time?” y/f/n asked, chin on your shoulder

not bothered to check again, you just say “11:19” and then leaned your head on theirs

“can you believe that 2018 is ending?”

“yep. this year sucked for me so i’m down for it to end”

“always looking forward, huh?”

you shifted your gaze from the city skyline to your friend. “have to. can’t afford to stick to the past”

pouting, y/f/n was about to respond when you lifted your head and stopped leaning back on your arms to sit upright

“besides, we gotta enjoy tonight, instead of moping around.” here, you noticed your friend eyeing the beers nearby you and sighed heavily. guess i need to be chaperone for the night

well considering that the rest of your friends and their friends were wasted might as well make sure they don’t mess the docks up

as you handed the bottle to your friend, their expression brightened as they snatched it from you

well damn aren’t they excited to get drunk

wait it’s not even 11:30 yet and we’re still going to a bar nearby after the fireworks wat

“er, shouldn’t you wait till after midnight to drink?”

“nah m8 tis the best time to have some”

(i have just realised that the vibe of this went from serious storytelling to a memey laidback sorta thing damn it)

(oh well i’ll roll with it)

not knowing what to do now that there wasn’t much to talk about, you brought out your earphones and decided to listen to some music to pass the time

calming music, such as a song with nine glorious men singing and some bed squeaking in the background

(i’ll let you guess what song i’m talking about)

you let your head bop to the song as you looked out to the sea port twenty metres in front of you, watching the dark waters ripple

11:48 pm

the next time you turned on your phone to see how many minutes left you had become a third wheeler

quite the strong third wheeler might i add

a few moments after the first song you were listening to finished, your good friend yuta had joined you and y/f/n because his other friends were “too rowdy”

but as soon as he saw the bottles he said “gimme”

so you were sitting there (barbecue sauce on my-) with two just barely sober adults acting like complete children

you had to wrestle out of y/f/n’s koala hug around your waist and escape yuta’s chin noogie to grab your phone

“oh for fuck’s sake” father why have you foresaken me

when you finished preparing yourself for another possible 27 minutes of torture, you turned around to see yuta and y/f/n throwing themselves at each other, singing like magpies

“wE wIsh yOU A mErrY chrIstmAsssss aNd a hAppY nEw yeeeEeAArr!!1!” they then took the opportunity to laugh, squeal and kiss the hecc out of each other’s cheeks

you knew that your friend was absolute shit at singing, but yuta was a whole different story good lord

you thought he was good???

maybe just when he hasn’t had a few drinks

you stared at the two dolphins then promptly stood up and sat down behind them because you had to make sure they didn’t do anything more than whatever the hell this was

not like it could get any worse

you could feel the gazes of pity the others were sending you, but frankly you didn’t care

before, you couldn’t wait for the new year to come, but now you were more eager than ever

someone please save my poor soul

11:59 pm

“yEEEE BOI a minute left!”

eleven minutes have passed and the final 60 seconds of the year were being counted down

you were less excited for the new year and more excited for the end of your chaperoning being closer

all you had to do was get through the firework display, watch the adorable couple in front of you until the bar and let them do what they want (there were sure to be other friends who were willing to let them join in)

it seemed like a simple, solid plan! :D

before you knew it, yuta and y/f/n had already started counting down from 15, so might as well start now

“13, 12, 11, 10...”

you took a glance at y/f/n, who grinned back at you and threw their arm around your shoulder

“7, 6, 5, 4, 3...” here we go

“1 - happy new year!!”

it was at this moment you realised that your eardrums were incapable of tolerating the two dolphins beside you

sINCE WHEN WAS YUTA ABLE TO SCREAM THAT LOUD AND HIGH THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE

yay to starting the new year with loud friends screaming like there’s no tomorrow amiright

you had trouble focusing on the fireworks to the point you could only hear most of the big ones

that’s how hard it was to be next to them but oh well

marvelling at the city skyline, the fireworks seeming like entirely new stars, you began having very deep thoughts

the typical ones, such as “ what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like by the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?”

you had asked the exact same things when 2017 shifted to 2018 and found that you actually had an answer for all of them

2018 brought some crappy stuff but also some good stuff to balance that out

you were still sort of the same, because every time something major came up you only changed a bit then went back to normal

and you weren’t with anyone yet, which you had expected

but a little birdy on your shoulder said, “then get with someone in 2019! make it a new year’s resolution!”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought, but you decided to focus on the sky for now

because since when did you ever make or follow new year’s resolutions?

12:16 am

“12:16 okay then”

turns out you didn’t consider the walk to the bar part of your chaperoning

by the time the display ended, yuta and y/f/n could walk, but not without wobbling and intense laughter

so guess who had to make sure they could at least make the trip to the bar?

“um, are you sure you don’t want to go home yet?”

“nah, i caan’t, my sister was meaant to be at home-!”- y/f/n stumbled a bit but you caught them before they fell - “-but she’s not, and i can’t beeee home by myselfff”

no wonder

here, you were struggling to keep the both of them propped up as you walked along the road, so there was bound to be a slip up

“you should’ve seen their face! haHA-!” yuta laughed a little too hard and nearly fell over his own feet, prompting you to panic and scramble to keep him from falling to the ground

“oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-!”

but you didn’t need to because someone else already beat you to it!

sighing in relief, you looked up to see none other than the great qian kun putting yuta’s arm around his shoulder

he looked over to you gaping at him and smiled that warm smile that looked like it was sculpted by the gods

wow he looks great in this lighting

you were always attracted to kun, ever since you two began talking after stopping a full blown war between doyoung and ten

he appeared so soft and kind to you and you two seemed to have a lot in common

so naturally you hit it off

because who doesn’t love kun? :D

“you’re welcome?” oh shit i didn’t just stare at him for that long did i

“oh - sorry - thanks for that” nice going there y/n you idiot

kun just chuckled and hefted his drunk friend as he started walking, you doing the same

it became comfortably silent as your group made their way down the street and turned left into a reasonably sized bar, which as surprisingly not that busy

you set y/f/n down on a chair that thankfully had a tall enough back to keep them up and sat down next to them, exhaling

kun patted yuta’s back and went to sit down next to you

laying your head on the counter, you thought of striking up a conversation with kun

so, instead of saying things like “happy new year”, “thanks for helping me” or even “they’re hard to deal with anyway”, you just said “woah.”

yEAH AGAIN NICE GOING THERE Y/N

“‘woah’? what’s ‘woah’?” he responded, taking on a teasing, motherly tone

you could hear the grin in his voice

you panicked and stammered some illegible words before you could actually speak

“i meant like, woah, that was exhausting, they made things real hard and all that…”

then you thought of something brilliant

you took out your phone and googled “woah”, only to find that it wasn’t spelled w-o-a-h but instead meant to be w-h-o-a

you frowned but typed “whoa meaning” instead and showed the definition to kun

all the while still laying on the mahogany-coloured counter

to your surprise, he rolled his eyes, laughed and ruffled your hair

“that was a really bad joke but you’re lucky i have the same sense of humor” his laugh was infectious so you had to smile

then he asked, “are you okay? not too tired?”

sitting up, you put your phone back in your pocket

“nah, my arms just ache, but it’s fine.” your polite smile suddenly grew into a wide smirk. “thanks for worrying, mum”

“i’m not a mum!” his expression made you have the sudden urge to burst into endless chuckles

in the corner of your eye, you could see ten, doyoung and johnny elbowing each other, pointing at you and kun and singing “kiss the girl”

you then had the sudden urge to throw some hands

kun (obviously) overheard them and sighed

“why are they like this”

“i wish i knew”

you and kun talked some more, random topics like how uni was going for you, how his singing was, how your book was going, all that jazz

with some playful banter and the occasional jokes that made you laugh so hard your back hurt

“kun loving puns and dad jokes? a coincidence?”

“i only laugh at them to make you feel better!”

“gasp! how dare you!”

“only joking, y/n!”

while you two giggled, y/f/n suddenly turned to you and said, “i think yuta and i will be fine here…”

you stopped and looked back at them, concerned

“you sure?”

“we’ll just go sit with the boys over there-!” a hiccup. “-it’ll be fine!” then, it hit you

is this bitch trying to play matchmaker

you grumbled “i’m not sure…” but then kun spoke up

“yeah, sure, that’s fine,” when you gave him a quizzical look, he added on, “as much as i don’t trust johnny, doyoung and ten, at least it’s not just the two of them?”

he phrased it as a question instead of a statement, his voice getting higher by each word spoken

you pondered over this

well, he’s not wrong

you exhaled in defeat, saying “fine, go ahead”

y/f/n grinned at you and gave a knowing wink before dragging yuta over to the three boys

two of whom were busy flirting to each other and the other one third wheeling

you raised your eyebrows up and down at them before turning back to kun, who was looking outside

“so,” you started, causing him to look at you, “are you sure you want yuta and y/f/n wreaking havoc with those three?” you nodded in the group’s direction

kun stayed silent for a bit, then said “yeah, i’m sure. it kinda looked like you needed a break from them.”

“true. there’s only so much you can take.” kun chuckled at that and looked outside again

it went silent, but in stark contrast to the vibe of the walk leading to the bar, it was very awkward

too awkward to handle

so you took the opportunity to debate with yourself whether or not you should study kun

damn what if he looks at me though i’m not really risking that

but how can you not look at him? and what’s there to talk about?

it’s not worth the embarrassment

look-

at-

him

you were about to take a quick glance, but then kun spoke

“besides, i want to show you something”

once again, another puzzled look

“if you don’t mind, of course”

without another thought, you said “sure.”

“really? you’re okay with it?” you smiled at kun’s eagerness

“yeah, might as well, now that we don’t have anyone to watch over.” kun grinned and stood up, making sure to push in his chair (we love a polite king)

you two were about to walk out the door when you looked at a certain group three tables away from you

johnny and ten were still flirting and yuta and y/f/n were still laughing

but this time, doyoung wasn’t a third wheeler anymore, because a man who looked younger than him was having a somewhat civilised conversation with doyoung

you elbowed kun and made him look at them and made sure doyoung, johnny and ten saw you before both mouthing, “sha la la la la la my, oh, my~”

you took a mental screenshot of their faces before you and kun cackled your way out of the bar

12:47 am

“what are you planning on showing me?”

the two of you had been walking and talking for a while now, but kun still didn’t say what he was going to show you

you were waiting patiently, expecting him to eventually tell you, but you gave in

“it’s a surprise~” he said in a sing-song voice, which slightly irritated you

“i know that it’s at the docks, because that’s where we’re heading,” you gave him a light nudge with your arm. “so might as well tell me now!”

he stubbornly shook his head. “i refuse to tell you until you see it.”

pouting, you crossed your arms and muttered under your breath, “you’re lucky you’re adorable.”

to your relief, he didn’t hear you, because he laughed at your pout and pressed on

you lightly scoffed and picked up your pace so that you could walk alongside him

“can i at least have one clue?” you begged

“uh uh.”

“pleeeaaassee?” he looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes

“fine,” you yelled “yes!” a little too loud, making people stare at you. “your clue is…

“...it’s big and sparkly.” you gave him a look showing that you weren’t impressed

“wow, kun, what a descriptive and totally-not-vague clue! i am sure to get it now!”

kun grumbled, “you sound like doyoung,” before remembering something

“don’t tell me the answer until we get there!” he quickly said, receiving yet another puzzled look. “so that i can give you the benefit of the doubt to make it all the more exciting! it’ll be fun!”

you in turn muttered, “well, you sound like y/f/n, and fine. i don’t wanna ruin the surprise. you look real enthusiastic about it too” he smiled gratefully before leaving you to do your thinking

thinking about that smile :)))))

damn his smile always gets me grrrrr

you pulled your mind away from kun’s personality and tried to think of a place with the clue “big and sparkly”

two came to your mind, the big ferris wheel and the big floating silver christmas tree out on the water

they’re both big and sparkly, but you couldn’t predict which one he was going to take you to

you were hoping the ferris wheel, but you just had to wait and see

“think of any places yet?” you jolted so hard, you threw your phone up accidentally

don’t worry, you caught it

kun looked at you, his eyebrows showing worry but his eyes glinting. “you okay?”

very nice going there y/n, how many more times will you mess up??

and my face feels like it’s on fire oh good lord

“i’m fine, just got scared,” you had to take a breather before you put your phone in your pocket - where it should’ve been in the first place, but your dumb ass decided to hold it - and gave kun a thumbs up

he gave a thumbs up back and said, “surprised you didn’t scream.”

biting back a retort, you replied. “rude.” you sunk your hands deeper into your pockets. “and as for your question, yes, i did think of a place or two”

“good, because we’re getting close now”

you turned a corner and saw both the floating tree and the ferris wheel come into view

the ferris wheel carriages were lighting up one after the other, making it look like a loading symbol (great comparison there) from afar

a pretty and romantic loading symbol

while the christmas tree was dazzling, the rainbow lights getting brighter and dimmer like a pulsing star

while you two waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, kun said to you, “when we make it to the other side, make sure to close your eyes and keep them closed until i say so”

“let me guess, to ‘make it all the more exciting’?” he grinned and nodded

“yup”

you did as what he had told, closing your eyes and relying on kun to guide you the right way

“i swear to god if you push me off the pier i will drag you down with me”

“now you sound like ten, but don’t worry, i won’t,” he gently pushed you away from an upcoming obstacle. “thanks for thinking so highly of me.”

“no problem, mum” you grinned victoriously when you heard a heavy sigh

you knew you were close to the water when you smelled less alcohol and more salty sea water

“are we there yet?” you asked impatiently. you couldn’t be bothered to be patient anymore

kun said, “waaait,” and guided you a bit to the left. “there! now you can open your eyes.”

“finally, i was wondering when- holy shit.”

it wasn’t the ferris wheel that you were hoping that he’d show you, but it was something you decided was way more worth it

the floating silver christmas tree towered over you both, and it looked like it was the brightest and most colourful thing for kilometres (or miles, you choose)

coloured lines streamed down from the top to the bottom, like a very pink, purple and blue waterfall, while stage lights at the bottom smoothly changed from red to orange to yellow and more

it also reminded you of the windows screen when you used it for the first time (if that even makes sense?)

white light shone from beneath the many large stars decorating the tree, making them pop, and the wind revealed that the tree wasn’t made of smooth silver metal, but silver sequins that showed the water ripples and waves from below

the star at the top was the most intensely bright of them all, with a rainbow outline and a gold center

needless to say, it was pretty darn beautiful for a sight that would otherwise hurt your eyes

you stood there with your mouth wide open, looking like a pathetic fish, and almost missed what kun was saying

“i wasn’t sure if you would like the ferris wheel or the tree, but then i found out that the ferris wheel would be closed today, so i just chose this,” you felt his gaze shift onto you, and you tried not to get flustered. “do you like it?”

you took a moment before you spoke. “yes, i really like it a lot,” the view was that breathtaking it took away your ability to talk like a proper adult. you turned to him and gave a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as you could. “thanks for bringing me here, kun.”

he gave you an equally big grin and said, “you’re welcome. glad you like it too.” he turned back to look at the tree, and you did the same

but not without sneaking a glance at him in all his ethereal beauty

kun never failed to surprise you, whether it be showing you a very rainbow tree, being so kind and trusting or just being himself

your mind floated back to the three questions you had asked yourself earlier, “what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like at the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?” and the new year’s resolution you made

you took another look at kun then whispered under your breath, “huh.

“guess i am on the way to completing one.”

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KHR Idol AU

“For a very long time, in this world the power of music and worldwide level entertainment has brought humanity together.” Starts a beautiful man with smooth yet playful voice.

His skin is pale and flawless – like ivory –, his hair an explosion of soft white strands with very hard to notice lights of an extremely pale violet, his eye shape is sharp and his irises are tinted with the most lovely of purples, under his left eye is a curious tattoo of three small spikes pointing down.

“For that same reason there are very few of these 'World-Class' idols.” He says as he makes air quotes with his hands.

Now we can see his outfit; he is wearing a black and tight shirt with some fashionable rips, his jeans are black and tight as well, some fashionable rips here and there. Over his black shirt he is wearing a white informal jacket with embroideries of white dragons on the sleeves, his boots are white and with a three centimeters heel.

“This is why tonight is a special night...” He continues.

Now we can see the he is standing in the middle of a TV Show forum. Behind him is a stage submerged in shadows, the spotlight focused solely on the white haired young man that is talking to us. The audience listens with rapt attention to every word he says, wondering what lies in the darkness behind the beautiful host of the show.

“Tonight here, in 'Byakkun's Talk-Back Show', I Byakuran, will present to you the newest of these World-Class Idols!” He finally reveals, the audience making a sound of shocked surprise. “Some months ago he made his artistic debut with his very first single, a very lovely song in english that he composed himself! A song that, allow me to inform you, is in the top hundred Bellboard list! Then he made some awesome collabs with bright shining stars like 'Kyoko', 'Generation X', 'Varia' and, of course, me! Your lovely Byakuran!”

With every fact that Byakuran stated about this new 'World-Class' Idol the audience's mouths open wider and wider, some of the people that already have guessed who Byakuran is talking about have already started to fangirl and fanboy so strongly that they are vibrating on their seats, some are even stomping their feet against the floor with such strenght that it sounds like an earthquake.

“He has also been in the cover of magazines like 'Teenage' and 'Teen Vague'! And, as some of you may already know, he will make a special apparition in the children TV Show, Sun Flower Street!” By now, everyone in the audience is screaming and clapping and stomping, some are even crying! “From: Arcobaleno Wide World Entertainment Company, To: The World…” Dramatic pause. “I present to you to the lovely! The pure!! The awesome!! 'Tsuna'!!!”

Announces Byakuran the name of the guest artist, the lights turn on behind him and on the stage previously submerged in shadows we see the figure of a lovely young man.

The crowd goes wild.

Tsuna has crazy puffy and fluffy looking chestnut hair, pretty almond shaped eyes with long and dark eyelashes, amber-ish colored irises that shine gold against the light of the reflectors, a small mouth with plump rosy lips, all of this on a lovely heart shaped face. He is wearing a white dress shirt with vertical orange stripes and the last two buttons are unbuttoned, over that he has a dark orange jacket with hoodie, his jeans are tight and standard blue color with some rips here and there, covering his feet are a pair of classic black converse. All in all, Tsuna looks casual and welcoming, as if he is the best friend you have a crush on.

A soft piano music starts to play in the background and then Tsuna soft yet kind of husky voice joins, like a caress to the soul…

Today we live, today we breathe Today we know that we are strong when we are weak Today we trust, we overcome Take every chain that kept us slaves and throw them off

There is a shift in the music and a higher tone melts into the song, a female duet joins Tsuna's voice and the song takes strength.

We're not waiting for permission We defy our inhibition Like our middle name is "fearless" Unafraid

There is a beat... and then the whole audience sings along, as if they all have become a powerful giant.

If we're gonna fly, we fly like eagles Arms out wide If we're gonna fear, we fear no evil We will rise By your power, we will go By your spirit, we are bold If we're gonna stand, we stand as giants If we're gonna walk, we walk as lions

There is moment were the whole crowd, Byakuran included, go into 'Ooh Ooh' as the drums beats, their hands waving in the air. Tsuna smiles at this and finishes the phrase with one more…

We walk as lions

As the drums and the piano keep playing Tsuna's voice once again reigns the song, the two women of the chorus can be seen dancing slowly on the background, lip singing but not really joining again yet.

Today is ours, it's always been Before we face the fight We know who's gonna win We live by faith and not by sight We don't want safe and quiet We don't wanna run and hide

The audience is wild, singing along Tsuna with burning passion, some have already fainted and been took out of the building. Once again the female duet joins Tsuna's velvet voice and the giant sings once again.

This is not an intermission It's our time, not gonna miss it You've already called us fearless Unafraid If we're gonna fly, we fly like eagles Arms out wide If we're gonna fear, we fear no evil We will rise By your power, we will go By your spirit, we are bold If we're gonna stand, we stand as giants If we're gonna walk, we walk as lions We walk as lions

The audience 'Oohs' along with tears rolling down their cheeks. Tsuna then takes the microphone and directs it the audience, silently asking them to sing the next part of the song. No one dared to disappoint the young idol.

Oh, everywhere we go The battle has been won We know you've gone before us So, we take it hard in faith With every step we take We know we'll rise victorious

Tsuna nods towards the audience and gives them a smile filled with pride and joy before he starts to sing along the audience again. The singing voice of the giant inside the TV forum is clear and loud, so loud it seems as if every person in the country is singing along for the world to listen.

The audience – with crying eyes and sore throats – 'Ooohs' one last time, their souls have been soothed by Tsuna's singing and their eyes blessed by Tsuna's presence, the audience is grateful to Byakuran and will remember this night as one of the best nights of their lives.

We walk as lions

Finishes the brunette on the stage, the light dims on Tsuna and his crew as the melody ends, finally the shadows swallow the young man's figure again and the audience gives a standing ovation.

“That was ‘Tsuna’.” Joyfully reappears Byakuran in front of the camera. “Thank you Arcobaleno Wide World Entertainment Company, you guys still got it. When we come back from the commercials we will have a nice chat with Tsuna-kun, remember to send me your questions to the show’s Twitter account so you can interview Tsuna-kun too! We will be right back, so please don't change your channel!” Says Byakuran as he winks to the camera.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi was sixteen years old he already had three – part time – jobs. Why? Because his mother was sick and their medical insurance didn’t cover the complete treatment, so Tsuna had to pay for half of the medicines that she needed. The young brunette had already been held back a year, making him repeat his final year of middle school. After school he worked as a waiter in a coffee shop near the hospital where his mother was indefinitely hospitalized... and then it gets tricky, because for his other two jobs Tsuna lied about his age. Three times a week, after visiting his mother at the hospital, Tsunayoshi worked as a waiter at a bar. And two times a week, after visiting his mother and with the help of a simple disguise – a baseball cap and sunglasses –, Tsuna worked as a receptionist at a... at a Love Hotel.

With all of that happening in his life, it is quite obvious that Tsunayoshi didn't had much time to spare in things that most of his peers are interested in, like fashion trends or celebrities, yet there were these small moments that Tsunayoshi shared with his mom, moments where they were alone in the hospital room and Tsunayoshi and his mom would play the guitar – she taught him how to when he was a child – and write silly songs together.

For about six months everything was alright – if we don't count Tsunayoshi's failing grades –, until one night a social worker showed up at the brunette's job at the bar, explaining Tsunayoshi's whole situation to the owner. To say that Tsuna was fired is an understatement. The social worker had also talked with the brunette's boss at the LH, so Tsunayoshi was fired from that job as well.

“I understand your situation, Sawada-kun.” Said the social worker. “But you are still a minor and were putting yourself in danger with those jobs.”

Tsunayoshi was beyond angry and sad that night, he felt defeated and so, so tired. So he did the only thing that could cheer him up in that moment; he took his old, second hand guitar that his mother gave him when he turned six, went to the nearest park to his house and sang the saddest song he could come up with. What he didn't know was that listening to him was Kawahira Shirou, co-founder and president of Arcobaleno Wide World Entertainment Company.

Why was Kawahira in the middle of the night, in a sub-urban park in the not so big city of Namimori? Because he likes to take – fucking five years – long strolls around the world while searching for what he knows is true talent.Kawahira offered to pay for the treatment of Tsunayoshi's mother as long as the brunette accepted to work for him.

At the beginning Tsunayoshi wasn't sure, what if these people were into human traffic? So the boy investigated; imagine his surprise when he discovered that the company is actually a legit company that produces and manages World Class Idols. Tsunayoshi called to the number Kawahira had given him and spoke with a woman by the name of Sepira Giglionero, who – after Tsunayoshi explained to her the reason of his call – told him about how Kawahira would just disappear for years in look for new talents for the company. Sepira told Tsunayoshi what he had to do and where he had to go, but before doing anything first the brunette had to speak with his mother, which was part of the deal he and Kawahira had made.

Tsunayoshi told his mother everything, from him having to repeat his last year of middle school to the jobs where he lied about his age, then he told her about Kawahira. He told her about how he was going to go to Tokyo to the main office of the Japanese Branch of The Arcobaleno Company. Of course there were tears, Nana – Tsunayoshi's mother – was sad that her son had to lie to her for so long, but she was – is – also proud of the kind and noble man her son turned out to be. Nana set only one condition for Tsunayoshi to be able to go to Tokyo and start his idol training; he had to properly finish middle school and give her his middle school certificate. Kawahira agreed with the woman's condition and called the man that would become Tsunayoshi's biggest nightmare – his greatest ally, his best friend, the father he needed and deserved but never knew he wanted –, Reborn.

When Kawahira first presented Reborn to Tsunayoshi, the white haired man told the brunette that the raven haired, sharp dressed man was going to be his tutor and that he would help him study for a special exam where in case Tsunayoshi approved it, he would get his middle school certificate. Those weeks were Hell and in Tsunayoshi’s mind Reborn quickly became someone that could put the devil to cry as easily as he drinks his as-dark-as-his-soul coffee. In the end Tsunayoshi managed to pass the exam, Nana granting him her full blessing for the Idol Training, but to Tsunayoshi’s dismay the one that turned out to be his producer and manager was no other than Reborn himself. The sharp-dressed demon called a pair of individuals to coach the brunette: Lal Mirch and Colonello.

Lal Mirch makes Tsunayoshi do a lot of exercise to gain stamina and lean muscle. She makes him run, squat, bench, jump, lift and drag weights as if his life depended on it – and maybe it did, Tsuna prefers to never find out –. She also designs healthy meal menus for him and makes Tsuna drink disgusting protein shakes every morning and night.

Colonello is Tsunayoshi’s dancing coach, he is more easy going than Reborn and Lal Mirch but by no means less spartan in his training. He makes Tsunayoshi dance on high heels, he even makesTsunayoshi walk on high heels as long as he was inside The Arcobaleno Building. He teacunayoshi hot to pole dance, ballet, break dance and jazz. All of this combined with Lal Mirch’s training almost killed Tsuna more than once.

Reborn also takes part on Tsuna’s Idol Training. He becam the brunette’s voice trainer, teaching him how to hit the high notes and how to make guttural heavy metal notes. Reborn presentsTsuna to some of the company’s bright stars, all for Tsuna to learn from his sempai in the Idol World, Reborn s very impressed when Tsuna charms every single one of those crazy bastards – and damn proud as well, but he will never admit it aloud –.

#khr #Katekyo Himan Reborn!#idol au #khr idol au #idol!tsuna #I love the song Lions by Skillet #I think it fits Tsuna #oneshot #some background for the au

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sweetpxsin · 6 years

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Soulmate au! Lee Felix

•Requested:Keeyakeeya (from wattpad)

•Member:Lee Felix

•Genre:fluff // soulmate au!

•Plot:Felix and reader meet by chance and he’s all cute and shy (like Chan’s soulmate au)

•A/N: bruhhhh someone tell me what sleep is cause I don’t know what it is anymore 4hrs daily my dudes what’s good(this isn’t even related to the fic I’m sorry) Also I made this a soulmate AU to injure two birds with one stone(don’t kill kids) Also I just decided to use blue because felix has brown eyes // [ Master list // request box:open // Guide lines ]

•There was multiple ways that connected soulmates

•Some were more common than others

•Like having a flower tattoo that connected you to your soul mate or having time stop when you both touch for the first time [ wink wonk ;))))) ]

•And there were less common and more rare ones

•The one you so happened to have was one of the more rare ones

•Heterochromia was what connected you to your soulmate

•Basically one of your eyes was your own eye color while the other eye had another color that perfectly matched with your soulmate

•And when you met your soulmate your eye that had a different color from your own would have a mix of the two colors (look at moodboard for reference; top left corner)

•But what was tricky about this was that specks of your natural eye color would appear on the eye if you were near them, you never knew who your soulmate was till you made full direct eye contact with the other only then your eyes would change simultaneously

•personally you liked the deep blue eye you sported along with your brown eye

•and never wanted to cover it up with a contact lense

•It had caught a lot of attention towards you having growing up with people who predominantly had only one eye color

•Though as you grew old you did have a small insecurity about it because a couple of jerk kids would call you weird

•But it never pushed you to get contacts like some people had done

•Anyways that was the only way you could find out if someone was your soulmate so the chances of you finding him/her was pretty low

•CONSIDERING LITERALLY EVERYONE AROUND YOU HAD ONE EYE COLOR and because some people had natural heterochromia that didn’t attach them to a soulmate

•Ahem...anyways although the chances were so low you didn’t mind whether or not you or you soulmate had found each other because it wasn't’ your dream or main priority in the first place

•You wanted be a producer with your own studio

•matter of fact you had written and produced a couple hot mixtapes with some underground artists

•With that some companies were pretty interested in you but of course you never signed because you didn’t wanna be signed to a contract

•But you did work with them a couple time if you really wanted to because kpop didn’t really mix with your style (think Jake Hill and 3racha)

•So once you got a email from JYP you almost thought it was a joke

•cause like no way would your music style ever mix with his idols styles

•But apparently the email was real and that he wanted you to collab with his newest upcoming group Stray kids

•You had no freaking idea who Stray kids was so you looked them up and decided to give them a try because you actually liked their music

•Once you met up at the jyp building you felt hella out of place because everyone was dressed so nicely while you wore ripped jeans, a graphic hoodie with a denim jacket over it paired with basic vans

•You also felt out of place because the staff just looked at you before whispering to the person next to them rather than just walking by or greeting you

•but by the time the 3 boys had entered you soon felt back in and place

•they didn’t dress super nice they dressed casually and you liked that

•The whole time you worked with Jisung, Chan and Changbin they were super sweet and never once brought up the difference in your eye color

•okay no that one's a lie, Jisung did once but it was just to compliment you

•But that’s not the point so far the whole day had managed to be super productive you were able to work on the beats yourself, mixing some of their style with yours

•of course you called them back a couple time to asked them what they thought and you were ecstatic to know they liked it so far

•But somewhere during the time you were working by yourself someone had abruptly opened the door and you had thought it would have been Jisung considering he was rather energetic but when you turned your head you were met with a new face

•”O-Oh I’m sorry I thought Chan was here.”

•And with that he closed the door just as abruptly as he had opened it

•You decided to just brush it off and go back to your own work

•On the flip side the boy who had abruptly walked in on you was having a mini heart attack as he looked for this beloved leader

•Once he had found Chan he quickly spilled the scenario to him in a rush of English and Korean

•”Felix calm down I can’t understand you.”

•”I SAID I ACCIDENTLY RAN INTO ONE OF THE PRODUCERS WORKING THINKING YOU WERE IN THERE! YOU SAID YOU WERE WORKING IN THAT ROOM YOU BETRAYED ME HOW COULD YOU!”

•”First of all I was in there and secondly what’s up with you did your contact fall out or something??”

•If there was one thing you should know about Felix was that he appreciated the idea of soulmates

•and although he totally loved the deep blue his left eye possessed his parents made him cover it with a dark brown contact that matched his own to avoid complications

•Though he still wanted to find his soulmate, so he'd sometimes purposely forgot to wear his contacts because the public eye had ever witnessed him with his blue eye and just assumed it was a contact in itself

•That was one thing he could defiantly thank his parents for

•But to know there was something off about his blue eye made him smile with a warm fuzzy feeling

•quickly grabbing his phone he opened the camera and nearly dropped it seeing the hints of brown that speckled in his once naturally blue eye

•but just as quickly has his heart skipped a beat it had fallen to the pits of his stomach

•how in the world was he supposed to know who he looked in the eye to cause his eye to change

•For all he could know his soulmate could have been covering their eye or had accidentally made eye contact with him when he wasn’t playing much attention to it

•Feeling a sudden drop in Felix’s mood Chan couldn’t help but slightly pity the boy having that he went through almost the same thing

•”Actually the producer we’re working with has a deep blue eye but I’m not sure if their just born with it or it has something to do with soulmates.”

•Immediately Felix perked up at the sound of the statement and instantly thanked his mother…(I meant chan but I’m keeping that right there…) before slouching once again

•”I don’t know what they look like.”

•”Dude we’re literally working with them it’s not like your is from a different company”

•”Yeah but what if they’re just born with it?”

•Rolling his eyes Chan left the boy to mope in his own thoughts not knowing how to cheer him up any longer

•With a sigh Felix soon left the building remembering that he was going to head to some new pop up stores with Jisung, Seungmin, and Jeongin

•By the time him and the other three boys had headed out to the chilly streets of Seoul the idea of soulmates had left this mind

•Especially since the whole time they were just having fun, being goofy while dancing around or randomly singing parodies about how hungry they were, like normal teenagers

•Though in one store while Felix was looking through vinyls he had bumped into another person and once he turned to see them he notice how their once blue eye suddenly had a hint of brown appear in it

•”O-Oh um sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

•”I-It’s alright really.”

•Their voice sounded like music to Felix’s ears and he wanted nothing more than to confront them about their eye

•But it was hard when he had decided to cover his eyes with a contact

•”...u-hm I don’t mean to come off rude by you-”

•”(y/n)!”

•Both of your eyes shot towards the owner of the voice before you quickly excused yourself to catch up with friend

•Not feeling in the place to stop you he stood there quietly scratching the back of his head

•Despite losing his chance of talking to you, he couldn’t help but smile a little to him

•”(y/n) huh?”

•He barely knew you but he already loved the way your name rolled perfectly off his tongue

•Shaking his head he allowed things to be the way they were and found his friends to just have fun tonight and worry about confronting you later

•The next day Felix and the other 5 other boys had been called into the studio for recording

•at first Felix didn’t bother to pay attention to new person that was sitting considering he was in a very enthusiastic conversation with Changbin

•and well because their back was facing him

•But his attention was all theirs once they had turned around to introduce themselves.

•”Hello I’m (Your full name) I hope we can work well together.”

•Your eye was a dead give away and your name only confirmed his thoughts further

•But at that exact moment something came over Felix and he no longer wanted to confront you about it

•”Let’s see...Let’s start with Felix.”

•Getting up with a little bounce he walked towards the door and confidently walked to the mic

•”Shall we try it now?”

•Felix gave you a little nod along with a small thumbs and his heart fluttered upon seeing a small smile appeared on your face before you turned on the music and started recording

•Once you stopped the recording you tilted your head slightly

•”It’s really good but something seems off..”

•You looked at where Felix was and evaluated the space he was in before immediate standing up and entering the recording room to fix his mic to his height

•In that same time Felix took the time to rush a small conversation with you

•”Aye how could a professional like you forget? It’s because I’m super cute right?”

•”No- Wai-t Yes- WAIT NO- not in that way.”

•Your face instantly heated up and you chose to be quiet and quickly fix his mic before scurrying out of the room to finish up his recording

•”Alright let’s try this again.”

•Hitting record you loved the sound of his voice more now that the mic was actually leveled with his height and instantly went into doubling it

•Once Felix was done you went to change the mics height but on the way in Felix was on his way out and managed to mumble a compliment you on your way

•”You look really cool there.”

•Brushing passed him you couldn't help feel your heartbeat acclerate as you fumbled to fix the mix for Hyunjin

•You thought he was just saying but he meant it in all honesty

•The whole time you working he couldn’t take his eyes off you

•Like honestly he was watching talent at it’s best right in front of him

•And when day of recording came to an end he was still amazed with you and the best part was that JYP was letting you work with them this whole album

•And if you’re not getting the hint now it meant Felix had the whole time to subtly flirt with you

•He did exactly that, but not to the point you were uncomfortable

•Besides the whole time he did flirt with you, it’d be something super cute or cheesy

•The members even caught on to what he was doing and even shipped it to the point of small teasing

•Though you only started to thinking about having feelings for Felix when you had to work with him late at night because he was having trouble with one of his parts

•you ended up sitting with him, helping him with the tone he need to use for the song

•and by the time he had gotten it down it was already late so you told him to go home

•he had left but came back soon with drinks, food and a blanket

•he draped the blanket over you and opened your food and drink for you

•and the whole time he didn’t say a lot but he didn’t need to because his presence was just nice (?)

•I mean you were still young and having to stay alone every night trying to achieve your dream got lonely and dull sometimes

•and the fact he stayed by your side while occasionally asking you if you were okay the whole time you were working made your heart flutter

•and what sealed the deal was when you wrapped up to go back home Felix stood up with you and kissed your forehead while mumbling goodnight before telling you to go home safely

•The next day you couldn’t help but smile back at him as he waved at you with the widest smile

•but in the back of your head you couldn’t help but regret that today would be the last day you’d be working with them

•and in all honesty everything was going really well till Felix started to whine about something

•at first you paid no attention to it thinking the members would help him with what was wrong

•but it got progressively louder to the point you had to turn around to see what was wrong

•and when you turned around you just saw Felix lying on the couch with the boys surrounding himself as he went on about something being in his eye

•and how it really hurt

•since they weren’t really doing anything you stood up to help the poor boy

•when you get to him you noticed how puffy and wet his eyes were from being irritated

•So you went to pull away his hand that was rubbing at his eye

•but when you did your breath caught in your throat

•It took you awhile to notice the huge smile on his face and once you did you couldn't help but mimic his smile

•”you sly little-”

•”I know I’m awesome right.”

•You rolled your eyes and playfully hit the boy despite the amount of joy coursing through your veins that almost uncontrollable

•Pulling you into a tight hug Felix showered your face in kisses happy to know that the feelings he shared were mutual

•and suddenly today wasn’t as bad as it would have been

•sure it was your last day working with Felix and Stray kids

•But it wasn’t the end of you seeing them

•You never signed with JYP as a producer but you did drop by often if the boys had difficulties, or had been practicing for a while and you wanted to bring them food

•But it just another excuse to see Felix since he was the most precious thing ever

•It didn’t matter how late he would practice he would never miss a day to visit you and stay up late waiting for you to finish so he could cuddle with you back at your apartment or the dorm

•If you were feeling super unmotivated in your work he’d always be there to bring you up and vise versa

•He had managed to change your own perspective on soulmates and you really grew to admire him

•But besides all that serious stuff the both of you were just super fluff balls together

•If you ever came over just to hangout or with food without fail Felix would always pull you in between his lap with his arms wrapped slowly around your waist

•And if he was just watching you work he’d always get lost in your eyes because he always thought your eye was a pretty shade of blue (even though it was the exact same color..)

•Highkey loves it when he manages to gets you all shy and embarrassed

•But you always manage to make him super soft by composing cute little things for him

•and even taking the time out of your day to teach him how to produce too (and he’d always get lost because he’s too busy staring at you lovingly because he’d love just how much your eyes sparkled when you talked about stuff like this)

•Overall both of you were just super soft for the other

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Meant To Be

Group: SF9 Member: Taeyangie! Genre: Fluffy-angst because that’s all I’m good for. Soulmate!AU, non-idol!Taeyang, and some mess; collegeAU because I’m trash Request: Yes! Hello~ I saw that your requests are open! Could you do your take on a SF9 Taeyang scenario? Maybe something involving the soulmate trope of being able to see what is written on your soulmates skin on your own :) //I fell in love with your recent Taeyang scenario and just had to see more >< Length: short|medium|long-ish|idk man A/N: This has been a WIP for a while & I hope whenever it is finally posted you enjoy it, thank you for requesting. I really hope everyone understands it takes so long because I’m a college senior who has none of my shit together ever! *nervous laughter*

At the age of fifteen, all of you kids were told about the soulmate system if you guys didn’t know about it already. They had an Elder come in and explain it to the room full of rowdy kids what the system is, how it works, how each of them will find their soulmates one day.

It didn’t really interest you at first, in fact you thought the system was rather dumb. You didn’t get to choose who you loved, you were assigned someone who was “perfect” for you. Whatever that meant. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to find the person you’d end up spending your whole life with because you wanted too so badly. Your parents had showed you early on in your life just how wonderful the system could be. They were the perfect example as to why you secretly could not wait for your turn. They were happy together, they were a support system for the other. They were the poster couple of a happy and healthy marriage.

However there were always downsides, your soulmate was assigned to you and it was a societal standard to marry when a couple found each other. It was taboo to marry someone that was not your soulmate, yet there were plenty of stories. One person had fallen in love with another, they would have created a life plan even if they knew in the back of their minds it could fall apart. Then a soulmate would show up or happen upon the couple. If both chose to stay together then the soulmate was left to be alone. That was something that scared you, meeting the love of your life only to have them want nothing to do with you. Those horror stories stayed with you from the first time you heard them, always at the back of your mind.

Of course as teenagers no one took the system seriously. Everyone had a few serious relationships here and there, dating was mostly casual since parents were strict about the soulmate system. It drove everyone your age mad and it wasn’t a huge deal until you turned 20 anyway. None of you teenagers could understand the need to be so proper about things when you wouldn’t even be able to start looking until then.

Because for whatever reason on your twentieth birthday you were able to see any mark on your body that your soul mate made on theirs. You essentially became white boards for the other. There were countless stories of soulmates sending messages via this system, leaving addresses on arms or names on hands, even numbers on hidden body parts.

The day you turned 20, you awoke with a scribble on the back of your left hand. It seemed to be a girl’s name and number. The audacious feeling that boiled in your stomach had sat with you all day.

“Good morning birthday girl!!” Inseong busted into your room, a small wrapped present and a cupcake with a single candle.

“You’re especially annoying in the morning Inseong.” You groaned as your brother started to loudly sing to you, the pillow you put over your head not doing a damn thing.

“C’mon! You can finally see what your soulmate is up too!” Inseong was a hopeless romantic who ate the soulmate idea up, “You can find him! Her! Them!” You peaked up at him from under your pillow. “You know I don’t discriminate. Especially since I thought the guy down the street was mine.”

“I know Inseong.” You chuckled, remembering how quickly Inseong had accepted it himself when he saw a similar writing on the wrist of a guy in the neighboring apartment complex as his. “You were ready to propose to him the next week.”

“If it were meant to be, I feel I would have been very happy. He was a nice guy, but his soulmate is much sweeter than him. And that guy can cook!” Inseong set the cupcake on your bedside table and sat beside you.

“You still meet up with them?”

“Of course, almost confessing to a complete stranger lead me to Sammie.”

“That’s right.” You thought back to Inseong’s current girlfriend, who was more of a really good platonic friend where they both act like a couple because they haven’t found their soulmates yet. “How is she? She hasn’t been over lately.

“Her last message to me yesterday said that her workload was recently tripled because two coworkers quit in the same day and she’s currently dying.”

He moved you around and pulled you into a sitting position and started examining your arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking for signs of--AH HA!” He pulled the back of your hand closer to his face. “They’re a player? I’ll have to fix that.”

“Okay, keep the protective older brother in check please.” You tried to laugh it off.

“If your soulmate is a shitty person I’m beating the shittiness out of them. Now old still.” Inseong pulled a black marker from his back pocket and scribbled over half the numbers, in no particular order to render the number useless. Then he drew a weird looking animal out of the name.

“Why does it have to look so phallic Inseong?” You groaned, looking at the new mess on the back of your hand. “I have class in a few hours.”

“They’re already being a dick, so it’s fitting.” Inseong ruffled your already messy hair. “Just scrub it off in the shower, if it still looks like a dick afterwards I’ll draw something less, dick-ish.”

“I swear.” You grumbled.

But you made a wish, blew out your candle, thanked your brother, and bounced off to the shower. After you had gotten yourself ready and managed to get most of the phallic picture scrubbed from your hand, you flew down the stairs to find Inseong in the kitchen.

“Eat before you go.”

He had prepared a simple breakfast for the two of you to eat together. After you made sure all you would need for class was on the counter by the door, you helped Inseong set the table and happily started eating.

“You think you’ll find them quickly?” Inseong was moving his food around, not really eating.

“I -- I don’t know.”

The atmosphere had taken a more solemn turn suddenly. You stole a glance at your brother to see him staring blankly into his bowl.

“It doesn’t really bother me if I do or not.” You shrugged. “I have a lot on my plate right now, and I have you.” You paused to grab his hand. “We have each other and frankly that’s all I need right now. But if fate were to bring whoever it is to me, then so be it.”

“I hope it would end up Rowoon ya know.” Inseong joked. “Zuho even, if it were someone we both already knew it’d be so much easier.”

“You and I both know I’d end up killing Zuho, he’s my polar opposite.”

“Opposites attract!” Inseong rolled his eyes.

“No, if you hadn’t drop Social Psych you’d know that’s not true.”

“Technicalities.” He waved it off. “What about Rowoon then?”

“He’s my best friend Seong, of course I love him but I don’t think I do in that way. If he ended up my soulmate I wouldn’t be upset it’d just be weird.”

“That’s understandable.” Inseong smiled at you, ate a few spoonfuls of food before putting his stuff in the sink and grabbing his things. “I took an early shift today so we can go out for your birthday. So don’t make too many plans after class and invites your friends, it’s on me tonight.”

“Alright, don’t work too hard, I’ll see you later Seong.” He waved as he slipped on his shoes and left the apartment.

Ten minutes later you were mirroring his actions and heading to the bus stop to meet Rowoon. He was half asleep as you tugged him onto the bus after you and found a pair of open seats. He mumbled a quiet happy birthday before nodding off, head on your shoulder. Knowing he was probably up late either working on assignments for his classes or playing games well into the morning with Zuho, the latter being more plausible. You wake him up at the stop outside the university and the two of you trudge to the cafe on campus.

“My usual please.” Rowoon told the older cafe worker behind the counter we knew as Jaeyoon. “And her usual, it’s on me today.”

“Ah! Morning kids!” Jaeyoon’s smile blinded you so early in the morning. “I’ll get them, just a moment.”

Jaeyoon jumped into relaxed action, doodling your names on two cups and going to work. Rowoon waited by the counter making lazy conversation with Jaeyoon as you stepped towards the display. There wasn’t a lot of baked goods out yet since the cafe had been open maybe an hour. You had been mindlessly wondering around the familiar cafe for only a few minutes when Rowoon called you over.

“C’mon (Y/N), our classes start in twenty.” You looked down at your watch an noticed it was in fact 7:40, your 8:00am class was on it’s way.

“Thank you Jaeyoon.” You smiled at him as he finished your drink on the bar just out of your sight. “Why are there sprinkles on it?” You tilted your head a bit to the side.

“Happy Birthday!” He grinned bright, presenting you a colorfully topped drink. “Rowoon made the request so blame him if it tastes funny.”

“Thanks Jae.” Rowoon rolled his eyes. “You could have just acted like you knew.”

“I knew it was coming up but with the extra hours I’ve been working the actual dates have slipped my mind the last few weeks.” He shrugged. “And the last time I tried to flare up her usual she didn’t talk to me for a few days, our (Y/N) is very particular.”

“It was a day, mainly because I was busy but believe what you want.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Inseong is taking me out to eat tonight and said I could invite some friends, when do you get off?”

“I’ll be done about 4 today, since I opened.”

“We’ll both be out of classes by then, we’ll meet here and you can walk back with us.”

“Sure, that’d be a lot of fun, thanks kid.” He ruffled your hair.

“I’m in a decent mood so I’ll ignore that.”

“Okay you two, we have class remember. See you later Jae.” Rowoon tugged you away as the two of you were playfully glaring at the other smirks adorned on your faces.

As you bid your see you laters, you took your normal seat in class. Your creative writing class had an interesting array of students, from wide-eyed freshmen to stressed seniors hoping for an easier class amongst their major based classes. You pulled out you notebook and pencil, loaded up the slides on your ipad mini and took a few sips of your drink as the rest of the class filtered in.

The room was chilly like usual and you were thankful for grabbing a thin hoodie on the way out. You had tucked your hands into the pocket of your hoodie as you heard the usual classmates enter and take up the row behind you in the amphitheater-esk classroom. Without meaning to, in the rather quiet classroom you listen to the conversation going on behind you.

“Hwiyoung, did you finish the short story for class today?” A voice you’ve heard all semester sounded tired.

“I finished it yesterday after class, is that look saying you didn’t?” The studious younger guy behind you chuckled.

“Dawon wanted someone to go drinking with him and obviously you can’t go, and he guilted me into it.” A soft voice groaned from directly behind you. “I only got about half of it finished.”

“It needs to be turned in before the end of class, if you want to finish it I’ll take notes for you.”

“The notes are online but I’d appreciate that.” You heard him get settled and start up his laptop before you heard their loud friend, the one named Dawon enter the room.

“Taeyang, Hwiyoung, I’m gonna need notes from one of you, I need to sleep.” You rolled your eyes at that, this Dawon guy never took notes in class. Granted, the class was an elective for most and a seemingly decently easy class.

“Did you at least finish the short story?” The tone from Hwiyoung was doubtful, and his question was followed by a crunching sound.

“Of course, 750-word story? I finished that before I went out last night.” Out of the corner of your eye you say Dawon shoot them finger guns before he folded his arms on the table in front of him and thumped his head down.

“Incredible.” The disbelief in Taeyang’s voice made you smile to yourself.

The trio made class pretty entertaining with Hwiyoung always up to participate in discussion, and on the days Dawon is awake for the lecture he’s always making the 8:00am lecture more lively and enjoyable.

A few quiet moments later, aside from the quiet snoring from Dawon, the creative writing professor walked in at the bottom of the room and set up for class. You resigned yourself to doodling on the open notebook page when you felt a weird tickle on your left forearm. Like someone was writing on your arm.

After a moment and a quick glance to see if anyone was looking, you slid your hoodie sleeve up just enough to see in plain and quite pretty print a simple statement.

You can see me now

A chill ran down your spine. You soul mate was reaching out to you. The tickle came again as you watched the words appear on your arm.

Happy Birthday soulmate

In your neatest print you use the black pen to the right of your notebook to reply just under the last message.

I can uh thanks

You watch as a small daisy is sketched onto your arm and a blush rises onto your cheeks and you start to feel too hot in your thin hoodie.

I’ve waited for you for quite a while

Oh? How long?

Turned 21 in February

Just a bit older then

Only a year

You looked up every few moments to copy notes, the tickle on your arm making it hard to focus on the lecture but the thrill of actually talking to your soulmate sent your heart into an erratic beating pattern.

What are you doing?

Lecture, unsuccessfully taking notes

Am I bothering you?

No, the lecture is boring. What about you?

Trying to finish an assignment, also unsuccessfully

Already pretty similar aren’t we

You added a smiley face as an after thought because if this were a text conversation you’d have sent the laughing emoji. The conversation, if you can call it that, pauses as the lecture drones on. By the end of the class you realize how covered your arm is in this person’s pretty handwriting and yours.

In a haste to get to Rowoon to tell him you quickly pack your things as the professor dismisses the class, reminding the class about the short story due in ten minutes. You hear a grunt as Dawon wakes up and stretches and a successful sigh directly behind you. You don’t realize your sleeve is still up until you stand and see Dawon staring at your arm. In a sudden flush of embarrassment, you yank your sleeve down and shove your stuff into your backpack. Just as you stand straight up and turn to leave you come almost face to face with Taeyang behind you, who was leaning forward to get the rest of his things from the edge of the table just behind you.

As your eyes meet, for the first time being this close you can see how pretty and clear his eyes are. You’re so close to each other in this moment you could count his eye lashes. Dawon sees this but stays silent. Hwiyoung is who breaks up the moment by asking them if they wanted to grab something to eat at the campus cafe before their next class.

Embarrassed you run off, leaving the three guys standing there, Taeyang’s two friends trying to figure out what they missed.

You bolt towards Rowoon’s classroom to see him waiting and the two of you head off towards the Social Psychology class the two of you have together. As you walk across campus you fill Rowoon on what happened and show him the writing all over your forearm.

“Look at that? Barely old enough for this soulmate business to have taken affect and you’ve found them.” Rowoon smiled as he ruffled your hair much to your dismay.

“You know I don’t give the soulmate idea much pull in my life.”

“I know, but wouldn’t it be nice? To find the one meant for you.”

“I guess, but I don’t even know who they are. Inseong asked me something similar this morning.” You shrugged, as the two of you entered your classroom and found your seats.

The conversation dropping as class started soon after you got situated. Class flew by because you loved Social Psych, lunch went by quickly as well. Then your last class each, yours being a 3-hour lecture, went by surprisingly quickly and before you knew it you were back at the cafe to pick up Jaeyoon.

“Drinks are on me!” Jaeyoon giggled, raising his hand to catch the server’s attention. “I made bank on tips today.”

He quickly asked for a few bottles of soju, even though he knew that you wouldn’t drink nearly as much as the three guys around you. Meat was cooking and conversation was flowing. The stress from the day melting away from the group gathered around you.

“I know as kids we’re warned about eating dessert before dinner, but I brought this from the cafe for you.” Jaeyoon’s grin went to each ear as he pulled a small box from his bag and set it on the table before you. “It’s only right that we have cake in honor of the twentieth anniversary of your birth.”

“Why did you say it like that?” You giggled, covering your face with one hand as you opened the box with the other. “That you Jae.” You thanked him sincerely, eyeballing the cake before you. “It’s big enough for all of us to have some too!”

“I didn’t know what else to get you to be truthful, Seong here was suppose to go with me to help pick something out but this asshole doesn’t make time for me anymore.”

“Sounds like a lover’s quarrel.” Rowoon muttered, hiding the remark in his glass of beer.

“Sorry I’m late!” Zuho waves as he drops down in the open seat between Jaeyoon and Rowoon, giving you the biggest smile he can muster. “Happy Birthday (Y/N)!” And he slides you a gift, as he notices the situation.

You heard Rowoon’s remark and choked on the sip from your own glass of beer. The coughing fit draws the attention of the tables directly beside you and Inseong quickly apologizes as Rowoon pats your back holding back his giggles.

As you look up you see at the table directly ahead of you, your three 8:00am classmates staring right at you with two people you don’t recognize. For a moment, everything freezes before Rowoon smacks your back rather roughly and you shoot daggers at him.

“That hurts!” You whined, bending out of the swing of another pat when that tickle hit your arm again. “You shouldn’t be mean to the birthday girl.”

“Okay, quit playing the meat is done cooking, let’s eat.” Inseong pulls all the attention to him as he’s cutting the meat into a pile on a plate in the middle and putting more onto the grill. And the eating begins, the conversation dies down to occasional comments, like Zuho informing all of you that his dance classes he is teaching are going well.

The table straight across from you and your friends and brother keeps looking over after hearing your coughing fit earlier. You don’t notice because of the four guys around you keeping your attention on them.

“She’s in our class.” Dawon addresses quietly, metal chopsticks resting in the corner of his mouth, waiting as Hwiyoung and Chani finish cooking the meat.

“(Y/N)? Right?” Hwiyoung asks, looking between Dawon and Taeyang.

“Yea, that’s (Y/N).” Taeyang agrees quietly, focusing on the drink in hand.

“What class?”

“Creative writing Hyung.” Dawon looked from the table you were at to his friends around him. “The class Taeyang is always staring into nothingness during.”

“Nothingness?” Hwiyoung perks up, “He’s always staring at her!” He very obviously points at your table.

“Don’t do that!” Taeyang jumps and jerks Hwiyoung’s arm down.

“Oooooh! Is she really pretty hyung?” Chani teases, his back being towards your table and not having seen you.

“She’s the quiet type in class, very cute and studious. She’d put our Tae to shame with her grades.” Dawon teases Taeyang by pulling on his ear.

“All his stories are about her.” Hwiyoung adds, ducking when Taeyang goes to smack the back of his head.

“Ah, this is the girl you’ve told me about.” Youngbin rests his chin on his hand, watching Taeyang blush.

“Can we not talk about this here?” His friends watched in deluded joy as Taeyang’s face was pink.

“It’s her birthday.” Dawon’s tone is casual. “If you haven’t talked to her before, why not now?”

“We’ve have a few times before, mostly in classes we’ve had together.” Taeyang tries to play it off. “I wouldn’t even know what to say to her right now.”

“How about ‘happy birthday’?” Chani laughed at Taeyang’s discomfort.

“Here.” Dawon pulls the bag from his side and hands it to Taeyang. “Figured since you like her so much you can give her this for her birthday.”

Taeyang, under the watch of his friends around the table, very slowly peaks into the bag to see a small plastic box with a red velvet cupcake and a small bouquet of daisies and some other tiny yellow flower.

“Her favorite flavor of cake is red velvet and she likes daises.” Dawon chirped, feigning boredom.

“How do you know that?” Chani asked completely and blatantly shocked.

“We have a mutual friend. (Y/N) and I.” He shrugged, a glint in his eye. “Besides, something tells me that Taeyang here and (Y/N) would make a good couple.”

“The only problem here is she is surrounded by three friends and her brother, and they all look intimidating meaning Tae will never make it over there.” Hwiyoung pointed a chopstick at his older friend.

“10 bucks he does.” Chani stuck his hand out towards Hwiyoung.

“Really? Alright, 10 bucks he won’t.” They shook on it.

“I can help.” Youngbin stood, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The remaining guys at the table watched in shock as Youngbin walked over to the table you were at and sat down between your brother and a friend.

“Inseong?” Youngbin smacked your brother on the bak lightly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since we graduated college!”

“Youngbin! Wow! What are you doing here?” Inseong spun around and gave the new face a quick hug.

“This is where some of my juniors frequent and they invited me here tonight, what about you?” Youngbin turned to face everyone at the table. “Hello, I’m an old classmate of Inseong here, I’m Kim Youngbin.”

“I’m Kim (Y/N), Inseong’s younger sister.” You bowed your head, greeting your brother’s friend.

The rest of the guys introduced themselves as Inseong sat there beaming.

“We’re here to celebrate (Y/N)’s birthday!”

You noticed the way Youngbin stared at your arm for a second, the arm that was still covered in the conversation with your soulmate throughout the day. He caught sight of a familiar hand writing before smiling to himself and focusing on your face.

“Happy Birthday (Y/N), my juniors were just saying that you looked familiar. Do you have class with any of them?” He motioned towards his table and everyone looked in time to see the four very obviously pretend they weren’t trying to listen in.

“I have a class with Dawon, Hwiyoung, and” You paused, locking eyes with Taeyang, “Taeyang. We have a lecture together.”

“So you do know them,” Youngbin’s grin seemed mischievous, “One of them heard it was your birthday and got you something but he’s too nervous to come give it to you himself. I know it’s your birthday and all but if you go over there he’ll give it to you.” Youngbin nodded behind you and as you looked up, Dawon left for the bathroom.

In the next moment Hwiyoung grabbed Chani by the sleeve and dragged him away, a wrap hanging out of Chani’s mouth. You once again locked eyes with Taeyang and you felt your entire body heat up.

“Oh, Inseong she’s blushing.” Youngbin loudly whispered to your brother.

“Go on.” Inseong encouraged, ignoring Youngbin. “We’ll wait for you to get back.”

“Alright, I’ll be back shortly.” With a deep breath and an encouraging look from each of the guys, you stood and moved towards Taeyang.

He quickly started scribbling a message in the card he found at the bottom of the bag. A quick happy birthday and well wishes. When he looked back up his hand froze because you were right in front of him.

“May I sit?” You gestured to the seat beside him Youngbin had previously been in.

“Go ahead.” Taeyang’s voice was quiet, just like in class. “I -- uh, here. Uhm... Happy Birthday?” He offered weakly, his cheeks and ears pink.

You looked down to see a cute card in one hand with a cupcake box resting on top of the card and a bouquet of daisies in the other hand. Shock was evident on your face at the thoughtful gifts, you hadn’t talked to Taeyang as much as you would have liked so you had no idea how he knew you liked these two things so much unless he made a lucky guess.

“Dawon helped pick them out. He uhh - he said that you liked daisies the most. I can’t take credit for the gifts. But please accept them.”

You gingerly took them from Taeyang, trying to control your own blush when you practically held hands as you took the gifts from him. You smelled the flowers first, daisies smelled so fresh and pleasant. They were simple and beautiful too. You looked into the cupcake box to find quite a large single red velvet cupcake with a little edible heart on the side. Then the note that fell onto the table caught your attention. You set the box down and cradled the flowers as you opened the card. His little message and the encouragement at the end made your heart swell a little, even if it wasn’t completely his idea it was still really sweet.

“Thank you Taeyang, this was really sweet. Thank Dawon for me too. I appreciate the flowers and the cupcake so much.” He watched with a smile as you put the card into your pocket. “I must return to my brother and friends though, they get rowdy with my watchful eyes.”

“Of course.” Taeyang stood with you. “It was no problem, (Y/N). Uhm, happy birthday again.” He watched dumbfounded as you sent him such a pretty smile.

“I’ll see you in creative writing later?”

“Yea, of course.”

And then you were walking back to your table and Taeyang’s heart was beating so fast he felt it was going to give out. Youngbin apologized for interrupting and promised to call Inseong later that week and rejoined Taeyang at their table. Slowly the rest of the table returned, Chani was ten dollars richer, Hwiyoung was ten poorer, and Dawon seemed to be waiting for something to happen. Before anyone could ask him about it, especially Taeyang, they heard you gasp.

You stood back up and walked straight to Taeyang, a small card in one hand you hadn’t seen before. You immediately grabbed the sleeve of his jacket of his left arm and pulled it up to reveal all the writing that was a copy of the writing on your arm. You just stared for a moment, Taeyang started to panic because you weren’t saying anything.

You wordlessly pulled the sleeve of your hoodie up to show him your arm, a perfect match to his.

“How?”

“This.” You handed him the note you found hidden in the bouquet.

All it said was “Check his handwriting again” which definitely would have been weird, but when he looked between your arms he understood what it meant instantly.

“Dawon?” Taeyang spun on his heels, without force enough for you to let go of him. “How did you know?”

“I saw her arm this morning in class. I recognized that handwriting immediately. It felt too good to be true and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Especially since you woke up me freaking out about the picture you woke up to on your hand.” Taeyang flushed again.

“Oh my god.” You covered your face, Taeyang had seen the dick drawn on his hand this morning. He must have thought you did that. “Inseong drew the dick this morning.” You admitted sheepishly, only to find yourself wrapped in a hug.

“I’ve waited quite a while for you.” Taeyang murmured to you. “Who would have thought that my soulmate would end up being the only person I’ve crushed on since high school.”

You moved to check your ears, had Taeyang just confessed to liking you? Liking you for an extended period of time? After a moment, you hugged him back, just burying your face into his chest and holding him tight.

“I don’t really believe in this soulmate stuff and I’ve heard you talk about how you don’t either but if you’d give me a chance, I’d like to try believing.” Taeyang asked quietly, trying to look you in the eye, but the focus flitted around a lot. “I mean, if you’re meant to be, we could alteast give it a chance right?”

“I’d really like that actually.” You could only smile, things worked out surprisingly well, like it didn’t feel real.

The cat calls and hollers followed from the mixed of the groups you two had been eating with. Inseong and Rowoon were cheering the loudest, almost being overtaken by Dawon who single handedly was screaming.

“I knew you’d find them quickly.” Inseong mused, staring at the two of you with hearts in his eyes. “But looks like we need to take a talk, your name is Taeyang right?”

You chuckled when Taeyang gulped, ultimately agreeing to take things slow since the two of you weren’t too far into your college degrees. Even with the slow burning relationship you were happy, and the fact that this happened so quickly after being about to really see your soulmate, it felt like a 1 in a million chance.

#sf9 scenarios #sf9 taeyang #yoo taeyang #sf9 #bbwritings #request #this took so long to finish #i really hope you enjoy it!!

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Aerobics Instructor | Lee Seokmin | Oneshot

Title: Aerobics Instructor

Pairing/Characters: Lee Seokmin x Reader, Kwon Soonyoung, Boo Seungkwan

Synopsis: The newest student of Seokmin’s aerobics class can’t keep her eyes off of the instructor.

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, female reader, non-idol!AU, Svt side characters (booseoksoon)

Words: 1644

POV: First Person

I stood outside the gym with my best friend, looking into the entrance. People of different shapes and sizes entered and exited and I could feel my motivation drain from my body. “Oh come on (y/n), stop hesitating. The class starts in 10 minutes and I’d like to be able to choose a good spot to exercise.” She gently tugged at my wrist but I stood still.

I wasn’t the most fit person, hence the reason why I was here. My friend had been attending this aerobics class for a few weeks and offered to take me, which in the moment felt like a great idea but when the day finally came that we would attend together, I almost bailed. “It’s aerobics for God’s sake, it’s like the sloth of exercise.”

“No, the sloth of exercise would be yoga.”

“I thought yoga was more of the tortoise of exercise.”

“No the tortoise of exercise would be—”

“Are we really having this conversation right now? Dude suck it up. if you don’t enjoy it, I’ll let you leave during the break.” She gave me pleading eyes and I almost budged. I didn’t know why I was so reluctant to go. I knew it would be good for me to get out of the house and get my fitness levels up, but at the same time, everyone was so intimidating. From what I could see through the windows, they all looked so motivated and into their workouts.

“I guess I just need a bit more motivation to go take the class. I think I’d be able to build up enough motivation in a few months.” As I turned to leave, I bumped into a solid figure. “Whoa there sorry- Oh hey you’re here again!” I looked up to the stranger whose hands had fallen to my shoulders in aims to steady my body from the collision. His gaze moved from my friend, who he had previously acknowledged with his statement, to me. He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling into crescents, and moved to talk to my friend.

I couldn’t keep my eyes from him. I studied his face and figure, their conversation mixing into the background noise. That was until I heard my name, pulling me into the conversation.

“Awh, are you sure you don’t want to join the class? I swear it gets fun when you really get into it and feel your blood pumping and sweat dripping— okay maybe that part isn’t fun but—” He talked animatedly about the class and I couldn’t help my lips from turning into a soft smile.

“—And that sense of accomplishment when it’s over! It’s the best! Just give it a try.” My friend nodded along with him and answered for me. “She’ll definitely come.”

When I thought it wasn’t possible, his smile grew wider at the news and held his hands out to us for a high five. “Alright! I’ll see you guys there.” And with those words, he turned and strode into the building.

The encounter seemed to be the motivation I needed because when my friend grabbed my hand to lead me inside, I willing walked along with her. “So… That guy-”

“Seokmin. He’s a real friendly fellow.”

“Uh yes, Seokmin. He’s in this class we’re taking?”

“Yeah he sure is. All of the people there are really friendly. I wouldn’t have taken you somewhere if I thought you’d be uncomfortable.” She gave my hand a comforting squeeze before letting go and entering the class. It was a normal sized room and it was almost full with other people. I scanned the crowd, expecting to find Seokmin but I was left disappointed. I was pulled out of my thoughts by my friend calling me over to where she stood, closest to the front of the class.

She spoke with two other boys who also seemed to be regulars to the aerobics class. I walked to them and they smiled invitingly at me. “(Y/n), this is Soonyoung and Seungkwan. Guys, this is my best friend (y/n).” We greeted each other and the conversation came naturally.

After a few minutes of talking, a familiar voice snapped us all into silence. “Okay everyone! Let’s get this class started!” A chorus of cheers were heard and I turned to look at the source of the voice. Seokmin, who had entered from the staff entrance, walked to the front and pointed a small remote at the sound system in the corner of the room. An electric beat flowed out the speakers and everyone, including Seokmin, turned to face the mirrors at the front of the class.

“I want to hear everyone singing along! And to the newbies, don’t worry! You’ll catch on eventually. Now let’s get this warm up dance started!” He spoke cheerfully into a small microphone attached to his ear which transferred his voice to the same set of speakers the music came from. Lyrics flowed along with the simple dance, that was easy enough to follow, and the rest of the class sang along.

I stayed silent, because I didn’t know the song, and concentrated on following Seokmin’s movements. That, however, proved to be a difficult task for myself. Not because it was hard --a simple swing of the hips left to right while moving each arm from my head to my shoulders-- but because the sight of Seokmin was a complete distraction. He had changed out of his casual clothes and into some shorts with compression tights underneath, and a muscle tank as his shirt.

His arms were exposed and were lean but somewhat muscular. I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering to his thighs, which were already defined by his tights, as they flexed with every movement he made. Although the music was loud, I could hear Soonyoung speak from beside me. “They’re like art right? His thighs, they’re sculpted by the Gods.” I looked over at Soonyoung, who obviously caught onto what I was staring at. He himself seemed to be lost in the instructor’s movements as his eyes were also fixed to Seokmin’s thighs. I blushed and turned to look back at the front, only to catch Seokmin’s gaze in the mirror.

As the song ended we moved onto the actual workout. We did everything from single to partner work. Different upbeat songs would play as everyone followed along with the instructions. Occasionally, Seokmin would move from his position in the front to correct someone’s posture, coming over to me a few times. By the fourth time he came over to gently push the small of my back and shoulders into a comfortable upright, straight position, my friend and the boys were snickering at me. Seokmin grinned once again and walked over to someone across the room to help them with their stance too.

“I don’t see how hard it is to keep a straight back,” Seungkwan spoke.

“Or keep your knees bent,” Soonyoung joined. They continued to playfully tease me until my friend spoke up.

“Guys leave (y/n) alone, it’s her first class.” I sighed in relief at her defense. “I personally think it would be easier for you if you asked Seokmin for some private classes.” My head snapped over to look at her incredulously and she stuck her tongue out at me while wriggling her eyebrows suggestively. ’So much for solidarity in friendship.’

As we got to the first break, everyone was energised and broke into a light sweat. Seungkwan dragged my friend to join the crowd of people who had left the room to either buy some water or just get out for the few 15 minutes of the break. I sat on the ground with Soonyoung and we chatted about how the class was so far. “You obviously seem to enjoy it.” He nudged my shoulder with his and let out a laugh.

“Of course I’m enjoying the class. I would’ve left by now if I wasn’t.”

“That’s good news, I’m glad you’re enjoying it cause we’re gonna continue at this pace for the second half.” Another body sat down in front of us and joined conversation. I met eyes with Seokmin and smiled back at him. “I gathered from our conversation out front that you’d be in this class but my friend didn’t tell me you were the instructor,” I tried to converse.

He chuckled politely at me before continuing. “Do I not suit the ‘Aerobics instructor’ image?”

“Oh she thinks you suit the image very well.” The mischievous boy next to me patted my shoulder while laughing to himself. I swatted his hand away and glared at him. I felt the heat move up to my cheeks and Seokmin joined in with Soonyoung’s laughter.

“Thanks, I also think I suit the image very well.”

Eventually, people started to pour back into the class which signaled the end of the break.

Seokmin was true to his word as the pace of the class matched what we had previously done. As class was coming to a close, we were given instructions to do a final series of stretches. Seokmin gladly demonstrated to us, bending over, moving into lunges and simply showing off his body.

“Seokmin, you’re trying too hard!” Seungkwan called from his spot and the class laughed together. “What? I was given these god sent looks and I’m going to flex them.” He smirked towards the crowd and I swear I heard Soonyoung give out a sigh of admiration.

Class ended and we thanked Seokmin for teaching the class to which he also responded with a thanks for our attendance. As we exited, I heard his smooth voice call out to me.

“(Y/n), I expect to see you back here next week.” And with that, he gave one last charismatic smile and a wink before walking back into the staff room.

Heyoo I’m back on my bullshit so here’s a fic. I literally went from writing a Minghao oneshot to a Seungcheol one, then to a Junhui series and then a Wonwoo oneshot before coming to this. My mind ?? is so ?? messy ??

Anyways I was procrastinating and scrolling twitter when I saw this tweet and I felt that shit in my soul. Like damn bitch same ?? Also the warm up song in this story is the one Seventeen wrote for the ISAC 2017 so watch that here.

I’ve been stressed for some reason and writing this kinda alleviated that shiet.

Request here, follow here and read my other works here !!

AO3: Junshuji

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krystalia-productions · 6 years

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Dice's new and updated Bio!

It was so unaccurate, a whole new bio was needed lol. Some original info is in there, but most of it has changed. So here you go!

AU: Dicetale

Name: Sans Zariaki

Nickname(s): Dice, Dicey, Monopoly Master

Sex: Male

Age: 29

Species: Skeleton monster

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 5'3

Weight: 120 lbs

Birthday: December 23rd

Relationship Status: Taken! By Peppermint (who belongs to @mangofritter )

Likes: fire. Crunchy foods. Sharp objects. Spirals or anything twisty looking. He likes heat and fire. His favorite thing to eat are peppermint hard candies. He likes the minty taste and the red swirls on them. Favorite color is blue and he really likes actual dice and collects them. Likes playing any game and will beat you at any game no matter what you do. Hes a professional gamer due to his AU and his constant training in the past.

Dislikes: the mention of his past and AU, or anything that might remind him of it. He also doesn't like being asked where he's from or where he lives (normally won't answer). He hates Chara. He hates cats. The thought of hurting somebody when he doesn’t mean to. And anything about his scars/self-harm.

Personality: he's Insane. Very insane and tired. Hes learned to control himself more and more in the last year's because of all this. It's possible he could have an "episode" if he's not keeping on on himself when he's alone. But for the most part he's calm and emotionless. When he eats Peppermint candy he becomes emotionless, as he says it's for the best anyway so his emotions do not get the best of him. He is constantly tired as he forces himself to stay awake for a couple days at a time for self torture for what he's done in the past. Not only that but even while awake or asleep, he's laying in the snow at night time hours. His bones are numb most of the time. He also Self-harms on his arms and legs with his dagger, and is good at hiding. (He doesn't swim and even if it's hot, the only thing he will take off is his Jacket.) He feels highly guilty for the things he's done in the past, which is why he constantly tortures himself without his friends knowing. He does not talk much. Sometimes not at all. A lot of times he feels his opinion isn't really important, and half the time hes more or less.. afraid he might screw up. He mostly talks to the people he's most comfortable with. But this takes time. Aside from that, he likes playing monopoly and other games. Monopoly is the game he's is absolutely best at. He Is also afraid of cats. He will legitimately freak out over seeing one. His emotions can run wild when not kept in check and they can change in seconds if he's not realizing he's not keeping track of himself. He knows Sign Language (ASL). He wishes he could use it more often around others and his friends to save him from talking, because he generally just likes being mute sometimes. It's often unknown that he knows this, but sometimes he will, out of habit, use Sign Language to speak to his friends without realizing for a few seconds that he did that when they don't know it themselves. Moving on, his eyes are very weird as you know, with the swirls and all. When he's focused on something or something, the swirls fade away. Not only this, but when he's not focused, everything is dull and muted (mute colors) and his vision is even just a tiny bit blurry. When he does focus, he can see perfectly and all the colors are normal in his vision. (Bright colors are seen and are not muted. Complete perfect vision). When it comes to his magic, he's very hesitant about it. The most he does is make things float about and around, and few bones and all. He doesn't particularly like fighting as he is, for the most part, pacifist. But he will if one of his friends or his brother is in danger. If you really piss him off, or if your too strong for what he's normally brutal with, he will unleash his full power of magic. (Which is what he did when he accidently destroyed his AU.) He gets this from his mother who left the family when he was young. He also plays the saxophone.

.:Relationships:.

(Canon in AU)

Atticus Zariaki (Dicetale!Papyrus)- Dice had a great relationship with his brother. They kept each other happy and always had each others backs. They were both rather pacifist with humans unless they really saw the human was rather evil. But they never saw one until Frisk came along. Chara was the cause of their broken relationship by driving Dice insane and causing Atticus to be frightened more than ever and ran off away from the AU after saying a few heart breaking words to Dice.

Dicetale!Gaster Zariaki - Dice's father, and royal Scientist. Gaster worked under the king as the royal Scientist, but that never stopped him from caring deeply for his kids and wife. He always made time for them. He was also Mite for the most part after a small accident in the lab, giving him scars on his face. So he learned sign language along with his Wife and they both taught it to Dice, and Dice taught it to Atticus. He taught Dice his education well through gaming and trained him in his magic and gaming itself. After his Wife left because of reasons he only knew about, he had to work more often and wasn't home much. But he always made sure to call as often as he could. It is believed he survived the destruction of the AU, but no evidence has been found to prove this true.

Alyssandra Zariaki (Dice and Atticus's mother, Gaster's Wife) - Dice and Alyssandra had a rather special relationship. Dice remembers every memory with her with every single detail in them. He doesn't know how as he's not able to describe other memories as well as the ones with his mother. Dice did almost everything in the house with her. To cooking and Cleaning, sewing and etc. The relationship came to an abrupt end when she left the family and the spot in his soul for her has felt empty ever since. He hopes his mother is still alive somewhere but it is unknown whether she is or not. He's not too worried about it, but feels guilty either way.

Dicetale!Alphys - Dice and Alphys had a pretty good relationship. Granted half the time he didn't know what she was talking about when it came to science, but most of the time they watched anime. Both of them used to sing the Japanese songs together all the time and even cosplayed a few times and just ran around the lab. They connected well with this while Atticus and Undyne connected through training and common interests as well. Sometimes they all hung out together and played games, which is where Dice mostly got the nickname "monopoly master". Alphys is Deceased since she was killed along with the AU. Dice misses her quite a lot.

Dicetale!Undyne - Dice and Undyne didn't have too much of a relationship. He mostly just watched her behavior for the most part to understand when she might get aggressive. He knew she wasn't fond of humans, and she has killed them for the most part, so he was always wary around her, but nonetheless acted the same. He even trained with her a couple times while watching Atticus do his training. In the end, when turned went insane, she gave Dice the hole in the back of his head. She was ultimately killed by Dice's own hands, and he regrets it.

Dicetale!Toriel - they were pretty friends. They talked through the door about their worries and wonders. Special thoughts or secrets they had. They had even met in person as Toriel let him into her house a few times for better conversations. Dice enjoyed her butterscotch cinnamon pie with pure delight. They as well played games and even cooked together. Toriel died a long with the AU as well in the end. Dice misses their conversations and sharing of secrets and thoughts they always promised to keep no matter what.

Dicetale!Mettaton - he knew of him. Saw him in his nice clothes and all. Mettaton owned a show and was famous all around the underground. His game shows were the highest rated show in the underground. Dice wasn't really interested in the game shows but he watched them with his brother when they had free time and nothing else to do. Atticus got to meet Mettaton at one point and has been a big idol to him since then

Dicetale!Frisk - Dice and Frisk were pretty good friends. Always encouraging of each other. Dice in particular always told Frisk to keep going, to not give up on their journey, and that as long as they had determination, he would be by their side. Atticus was the same way. Frisk made it to the end of the journey and gave all the monsters the chance to live on the surface. Dice found it rather fascinating and explored around with Frisk around the surface. Eventually this all came to an end after 3 years when Chara finally decided to tamper with everything and reset everything. They never got to the surface again. Frisk escaped out of the AU and they are still alive in the present.

Dicetale!Chara - Dice has pure hatred toward her. He can see her with his own eyes (while others can't), so he knows that it wasn't Frisk who reset everything. Chara was the one who drove him insane after many, many resets and seeing his brother killed. He also died many times during this, only to be brought back after a reset for more of the same torture. After Dice destroyed the AU, he hasn't seen Chara since. But he's highly afraid that since Frisk is still alive, Chara is as well

(Canon with other Aus and characters)

Lyric - They have a good relationship. Dice is over more often than not just to relax and sometimes help clean to occupy himself or even help Lyric with her music. But they also have quite a few arguments as well. He enjoys the music Lyric creates and sometimes signs the music and lyrics as he listens.

Snazz - they have a good relationship, they just don't always get along. They have arguments over whether Dice cheats in the games they play or sometimes just messing with each other for the fun of it. Although, Snazz sometimes does Piss Dice off and Dice brings out the cleaning supplies to use on him. They have their agreements as Well, but a lot of the time they are just messing with each other. However, he does not know about Dice's past or crimes.

Peppermint - Dice and Peppermint have a romantic relationship-- in other words, they are dating! Peppermint brings a lot of joy into Dice's life since the destruction of his AU. They make each other happy and Dice would do anything for him with no questions asked. He trusts Peppermint completely. Peppermint does know about his past and his crimes, and granted he didn't take it Well, their relationship never changed.

Sloth - They have a good relationship. Dice is sometimes confused with the things he says or does, but he goes with it nonetheless. He doesn't talk to Sloth much, but he's slowly getting more and more talkative with him. He enjoys his company as well. He dies not know about Dice's past or crimes

Gear - another good relationship. Dice doesn't mind Gear's company as Well, and finds him rather interesting in fact. Granted he doesn't talk to Gear much either, he mostly talks to him when hanging around all the others. He enjoys the conversations they have as well. He does not know about Dice's past or crimes

Techno - Dice and Techno actually have a pretty great relationship. Dice talks to Techno almost as much as he talks to Peppermint. He loves the conversations and things they do together. They very much have a brotherly relationship and pretty much have each others back for the most part. Dice would do almost anything for him as well. However, he does not know about His past and crimes.

Coffee - they have an okay relationship. Most of the time Coffee is Dice's boss. Dice some jobs for him to gain some money to survive. Their conversations range everywhere and sometimes end up in yelling arguments or roaring laughter. Sometimes they hang out while the coffee shop is closed and have "coffee time." Coffee does not know about Dice's past or crimes.

Cado - doesn't know him too Well, barley talks to him as he's not really used to having him around yet. He will eventually talk more with him possibly.

PB - barely knows him at all, has a bad feeling about him but leaves it alone unless he provokes Dice. That rarely happens. Has been studying his behavior carefully whenever he's around. He does not know about Dice's past or crimes (and probably never will)

Mason - their relationship is just starting. They don't know each other very Well. So Dice doesn't talk much to him either. But it's already evident that Mason doesn't like losing to Dice in any games. He does not know about Dice's past or crimes.

Here it all is! The new and improved Bio for Dice! I'm hoping to make a bio for Atticus soon, so watch out for that!

If you think I missed anything, PLEASE let me know!! Thank you!

Updated November 15th 2017!

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years

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Somewhere In My Sleep Part 3 (Kyungsoo Series)

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Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Cannon/EXO Universe Genre: Fantasy | Fluff | Smut | Angst Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x Unnamed OC (Iris) Trigger Warning: Nightmares, Probably wrong representation of Greek Mythology, Mythical and Evil creatures. Word Count: 1,701

Plot: You were given the ability to Astral Project (Out of body experience) by a deity and you meet a faceless soul of a woman in the 4D world who guides you through the experience. But you are given only 1 hour of your day to ‘spend time’ with Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sometimes remembers you, but it’s mostly hazy since his job being an Idol doesn’t give him the most peaceful sleep. You and Kyungsoo met accidentally one day and he becomes curious of you.

The sudden itchiness is unavoidable. I tried scratching my skin but I don’t know why my hands are not moving. I can now feel my skin crawling because of the itchiness and I’m pretty sure my skin is red by now, I tried moving my head to see my body but my gaze from my bedroom’s ceiling is locked.

Am I dreaming? Was this another weird dream? Or am I being paralyzed in my sleep? I haven’t experienced paralysis in a long time ever since I started sleeping early, but is it being triggered because I came back to work earlier than my doctor advised me?

“Don’t worry child, just focus on what you want to do and you can do it.” A soft feminine voice spoke. I can hear it all around me, ringing inside my head.

My body suddenly became numb, the burn from the itchiness is now gone. But soon whimpers, cry, screams and evil laughter come. Some are calling out my name, asking me to save them from the misery they are living in.

“Help me!!!” I screamed out in between the different sounds in my head.

“Just focus on my voice, my child. Do not be afraid.” I heard the voice of the woman again. Of all the robust voices and noise in the background, hers was the only one who sounded sincere.

I closed my eyes and counted to twenty slowly. Only focused on the female voice who continued to sing a lullaby. My aunt was the one who taught me from a young age to count to twenty and focus on her voice whenever her husband comes home drunk and angry.

Even when he’s beating her up to a pulp, her voice still remained calm and collected for my sake. After my countdown, she would be crawling limply to where I was and hug me tight, crying while she held me in her weak arms. And I would fall asleep as she hums me a sad song with her unstable breathing.

“Seventeen… Eighteen… Nineteen… Twenty…” I said the last number softly and suddenly I felt myself get lifted high up. Flying freely as the cold but comfortable air hit me everywhere.

I opened my eyes and found myself floating around my bedroom. The horrid sounds for different entities are now gone except for her beautiful lullaby. I looked every now and I found her floating closely beside me. I cannot see her face as she has none, but I can tell she’s beautiful. She was glowing, lighting up my dark room.

I accidentally looked at my bed and I saw myself lying there. My chest pumping up and down with steady breathing. I looked peaceful and happy in my sleep. No sign of stress from what I always see in the mirror everywhere. My eyes widen with the sudden realization.

“Am—Am I dead?” I looked at the woman beside me; she held my hand and took me with her as we flew away from my apartment. I closed my eyes, prepared for the collision that never came.

“Child, open your eyes. You are free now.” I heard her voice again, ringing everywhere in my ears. I did as instructed and we are now high above into the night clouds, the city lights of Seoul under me was breathtakingly beautiful. I was never afraid of heights, so I ‘m not worried about that right now. And I’m dead after all, no need to be scared.

“Beautiful!” I said with a sigh full of admiration flew out my mouth.

“Not as beautiful as your soul, my child. This is nothing compared to what I see in you.” She floated gracefully around me and I follow her every move.

“Who are you?” I asked suddenly and she stopped her dancing in the air.

“I am your spirit guide into the Astral Plane. I’m here to teach you everything you need to know about this dimension we are both in.” She explains with her serene voice. She stopped for a few seconds before talking again.

“I was sent by the deity who gave you the ability to remove your Astral Body from your Physical Body.” She added.

“You mean the Greek Mythology God Dionysus?” I ask again but with a soft voice this time. “Wait, I’m not dead?” I added with a surprise expression in my voice.

“There is no such thing as a myth, my child. Everything exists, even Unicorns.” She said, completely ignoring my follow up question. I can tell she is smiling brightly even though physically she doesn’t have a face.

“U—unicorns?” I gasped as I said the word. I felt silly and childish just mentioning the word ‘unicorns’.

“Child we have all the time to discuss other things, for now, where do you want to be?” She suddenly changed the topic without a hitch.

“The only place I wanna be right now…” I hesitated for a minute and she just completely ignores it, patiently waiting for my answer.

“K…Kyungsoo. Where he is right now.” I cleared out my throat and just completely let go. To be honest I don’t want to tarnish the image she saw in me. But I don’t have any bad intention with Kyungsoo; I just wanna be with him, that’s all.

“My child, lust and physical desires are natural. Even the Gods and Goddesses have them. I will never judge for it.” She said without any evidence of criticism in her voice.

“Can you hear my thoughts too, just like the Gods?” I ask, rather shyly now.

“No. But I can feel what your heart wants to say. I have guided millions of souls in my endless lifetime, but you were the only astral soul that I felt connected to.” She paused and continues speaking.

“All the Gods who have been watching over you ever since you were born knew that all you ever wanted in life is that boy you speak about. And they heard your silent prayers. Your mouth or your mind may not ask for it, but your heart does. Your sincerity pierced through them, but only Dionysus acted upon it. Of course with the blessing of the one above him, and everyone like him.” Her explanation felt so long, only because she spoke softly and surely.

“You mean his father, Zeus?”

“No, child. The only one, the creator of you, me and even Zeus himself. The creator of life and death.” She now started to fly away from me and I catch up with her.

“You mean God,” I told her once I caught up with her.

“You may call Him that, but He has different names by different people and religion. But one thing is for certain, He is the Father of all things you can and can’t see or touch.” She suddenly disappeared and I stopped flying around. I looked everywhere but can’t find her.

“Where are you? Why did you leave me? What is your name?” I call out to no one.

“I will answer your question the next time we see each other. For now, you can go wherever you wish to go. But you can only spend 1 hour with the boy.” Her voice sounding more and more distant now.

“Only one hour? How do I go to him, I don’t know where he lives!!!” I call out again.

“Think of him and you will be with him…” Her beautiful and poised voice suddenly disappeared now.

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Think of him and you will be with him…

Think of him…

You will be with him…

Those words keep repeating in your head but not completely registering yet. It has been more than an hour now since she disappeared completely and you were just flying around the city, looking at how the lights are beautiful from above.

If only you are with Kyungsoo, how romantic would this be, you thought to yourself. And with that, your astral body started traveling at the speed of light. You screamed when the force pull you without your approval, if you were in your physical body, you would have been puking by now.

After what felt like an eternity, you stopped. You tried looking around but see nothing. Your eyes were open but you see nothing. After a few seconds later, your vision is slowly coming back. You closed and rub your eyes to help it adjust and when you opened them you see him. Sleeping peacefully.

You gasped and covered your mouth shut. But nothing happened, he didn’t even stir one bit after you made a noise. Half of his body was buried under a comforter and the half was sprawled over his bed. His right arms up on his head and his other hugging a pillow on his chest.

You followed the heaving of his chest up and down, and an adoring smile crept on your lips at the peacefulness of his sleep. Your peripheral vision caught something in the background and when you looked at it, you saw him staring at you with heavy-set looking eyes. You jumped up in surprise, but instead of bouncing, you gracefully flew 2 meters away from him.

“Who— who are… Who are you?” He slurred his words.

“Y—you can see me?” The edgy feeling of being caught is now making your skin crawl.

You looked back at the bed and sure enough you see him there, still sleeping.

“Who are… Who are you? Are you my… Girlfriend?” He slurred again as if he was drunk.

What was happening? Why are there two Kyungsoos? You saw that the barely conscious version of him started floating around you.

“Holy shit, you’re astral too?” You slapped your mouth shut again for the second time, halting the curse that exits your mouth.

“Shhhhhh. Don’t curse, Junmyeon Hyung will hear you.” He giggles drunkenly and his head started making circles and his eyes started shaking violently.

“Are you… drunk?” You ask silently, inching a little bit of space near him.

“I’m not… I’m… I’m just sleepy…” With that, his astral soul collapsed slowly and started lining with his physical body and he suddenly jolts up awake, looking straight to where you were floating…

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evieoh · 7 years

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yet another ridiculously long list of fic recs from me, mostly so I can keep all my favorites organized. There are so many amazing and heartbreaking and hot and funny and awesome fics in this fandom though.

smoke signals by duchamp (Teen, one-shot)

This isn’t some film reel. There’s no soundtrack or script to dictate blocking. No action or cut. This is real life and Seth’s flesh and blood and bone and the closest thing she has to a friend. She doesn’t want to ruin that. Not that she could.

Rules of the Mexican Honeymoon by TashanaAmbrosia (Mature/Explicit, multi-chapter)

There are two phrases that seem to chase their conversations like a snake swallowing its own tail: Please and This is as far as we go.

Seth and Kate deal with the aftermath of Season 1 and the loss of their families.

Tequila Sunrises by oxymoronassoc (Mature, one-shot)

They stop at a motel. They get one room. For some reason, she thinks this means they'll have two beds. But this isn't your mom's grocery store romance novel. There is one bed with an oily cover that he flings back with disdain before throwing himself down on the sheets, his suit still on. She falls asleep clutching the edge of the bed. She's not sure why, but she does.

The next night, she barely holds the edge of the mattress. He still wears the suit.

Boy, I'm a hurricane headed for you by ronsparkyspeirs (Mature, multichapter)

Kate is a sinner but Seth is a bad man.

he told me i was holy by liketogetlost (Mature, one-shot)

Seth is almost like a wild animal himself when he fights. When it’s all over he’s panting, sweaty and covered in the vibrant red blood that seems to follow them wherever they go.

But when Kate looks at him she still sees a wounded bird, wings broken and left on the side of the road.

a fresh poison each week by devil divine (jaegerjagues) (Teen, one-shot)

Seth has visions, but they're nothing like Richie's.

Burn My Bridges by openhearts (Teen/Mature, series)

Kate thinks about asking ��then what?” and she opens her mouth around the words before closing it again. She leans her head back against the headrest and lets her eyes slip closed. Seth is quiet now, for once, and she isn’t sure whether she’s glad of it or not. Isn’t sure she really wants to feel alone in her head.

Come From Way Above by liketogetlost (Explicit, series)

Kate feels like she’s tapped into his center, like she knows how to pull and tug at his strings. It feels wrong, like no one should have that much power over another person but Kate wants it, wants to be selfish and just fucking pull until he unravels.

there in the dark with our two hands by artemidos (teen, one-shot)

they share things that they can't talk about when it's light out. it's not easy to bare themselves, but sometimes just before sleep, it happens.

flintlocked by waterfront (teen, one-shot)

‘au where seth doesn’t leave her and instead they both go to uncle eddie’s for help and end up having a sit down dinner with richie and kisa.’ (season 2)

Eddie was family and family was the only thing that could set them on the right course.

affection. by djcotrona (Mature, one-shot)

Two months after they left the Twister, they found themselves holed up in a motel, this one was a little nicer than the others. There was promise of a pool, but when they arrived they found it lacked water. The weather was hot, had been all day, and the air conditioner was broken.

and I am telling you / I'm not going by ameliajessica (Teen, one-shot)

"Be my guest," he spat at her, reaching across to push the door open.

or: an alternate take on the few days after Seth and Kate were meant to go their separate ways in season 2.

somewhere i have never travelled by quiet_rebel (Explicit, one-shot)

This isn't a love story. | Set after the events of season 1.

come on mess me up by artemidos (Teen, One-shot)

“When was your rebellious phase, exactly?”

“You could say it was already in full swing when I met you.” And then she laughed and all that Seth could do was look at her.

from our own separate sides by kendrasaunders/Overdressedtokill (SkyeStan) (Mature, one-shot)

there is only one bed in the motel room. this is nothing new.

down the road a ways by jdphoenix (Teen, one-shot)

She’s got one of those faces, you know? Could be sixteen, could be twenty-one, could be anywhere in between. So he’s not really sure just how screwed he is.

opia by liketogetlost (Mature, one-shot)

Opia - n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

WIPs

the good left undone by imaginedfables (Mature, multi-chapter)

There's a story where she stays.

Carry The Ghost by imaginedfables (Mature, multi-chapter)

This is what her beautiful life had come to. Dirty bathrooms in broken backroads and trembling hands with dried blood caked underneath her fingernails. A bag full of stolen money that she’d trade without missing a beat if she could only have at least one member of her family there with her for her to take comfort in. A baby growing inside of her from a man she didn’t know where to find and wasn’t sure she really wanted to, anyways. She is three weeks shy of turning eighteen, her whole family is dead or out causing death, and the father of her child is a heroin-addicted criminal: a wanted fugitive. Her mother was probably rolling over in her grave.

Valley of Decision by Pervymonk (Teen, multichapter)

So things went fubar at Matanzas, and a mysterious woman sends Seth Gecko back to keep Kate from becoming possessed by Amaru. But can they stay together, or are they destined to be driven apart?

the pale morning sings by seren_ccd (Teen, multichapter)

Santanico Pandemonium breathes in the smell of a thousand souls worth of blood, but it’s Kisa that breathes out, gives the site one last look, and starts to turn the bike around. It’s the flutter of a white sheet trapped on the branches of a bush that has her pause before she turns back to look more closely. Kate Fuller stares back at her.

aka 'Kisa and Kate go on a road trip.'

blood money, blood money by kendrasaunders/Overdressedtokill (SkyeStan) (Teen, one-shot)

seth and kate have a confrontation of sorts. how much does "i love you" cost?

until we hit the ground by Noducksinpond (Mature, multichapter)

She remembered the blood flowing through her, the overwhelming need for revenge. Seth, Richie, Scott, you loved them so much and they used you until there was nothing left! Make them pay! Make them pay!

Worship like a Dog by xXBeckyFoo (Teen, one-shot)

The four times Seth hears Kate after she's gone.

Transformation by OnlyInAutumn (Mature, two-shot)

Richie turned Kate into a culebra at the blood well, and as a result of a guilty conscience, Seth offers himself up to her as Kate's personal blood source. As it turns out, Seth doesn't mind so much. Sexual tension and pining ensues.

WIPs

Find the Girl by quiet_rebel (Explicit, multichapter)

Set after the events of the season 2 finale | It's a new empire, but who will rise up and who will fall?

Timeline by xXBeckyFoo (Teen, one-shot (long))

That look was in Seth's eyes again, the one that made Kate feel like everything in life had led them to this moment. To each other.

you can dance to lady gaga by waterfront (Gen, oneshot)

it's Kate's 21st and the whole gang comes out to celebrate. but there's one thing Seth can't quite get over: Kate Fuller kinda said she loved him. Did she mean it? If he asks her to dance, could everything literally implode? (plus sequel where do we stand/here or on that sink?)

only proof (that i need) by caramelle (Teen, one-shot)

The thing is, as long as they're working a job, he has to spend a good three-quarters of his day calling Kate Fuller his wife.

… Not that it's a chore, or anything.

But, ultimately, it's fucking terrible, because he's officially stopped thinking twice before opening his mouth to say the damned words.

dead ringers by duchamp (Mature, one-shot)

Preacher’s daughter, he thinks. Thinks of songs about a girl that can’t be reached, some angelic idol not to be sullied; where in others she crashes down to earth, is revealed to be a reviled mortal like all other common folk.

make you feel like you've been blessed by arsonistlullaby (Explicit, one-shot)

There is still a lot of shit they have to deal with, even after they’ve stopped the apocalypse. Or maybe because they stopped it, depending on which way you decide to look at it.

Home by xXBeckyFoo (Teen, one-shot)

They say it takes seven years to grow a new body, so Kate counts the days until she doesn't feel like ripping off her own skin.

Pop Goes the Question by madjm (Teen, one-shot)

Five times Seth asks Kate to marry him, and one time he doesn't.

we are fated to grow old by waterfront (Teen, one-shot)

Scott is angry with the world until the day he isn't.

Seth and Kate's relationship through the eyes of her younger, vengeful brother. Based on a prompt: Scott's journey to realizing and accepting that Seth and Kate are in love

Wake Your Ghost by quiet_rebel (Gen, Drabble)

If Seth could do things differently, would he? | spoilers for 3x07

WIPs

journeys end in lovers meeting by notahotlibrarian (Teen, multichapter)

It's been a long road from Bethel to wherever Kate Fuller is now, but her journey is not yet over.

After Matanzas, Kate decides to take a road trip to figure some things out. But no matter what turns she makes, all roads lead back to the Geckos. But is it destiny or is it her choice?

Good Grief by waterfront (Teen, multichapter)

“But okay, fine, let’s say the answer to your problem isn’t with the girl you abandoned five years ago. The woman, or whatever, who can fix your brother lives in Bear Claw, Alaska.” Richie’s been bitten by something even culebras dare not mention. He’s dying. Unless Seth can repair his relationship with Kate, Richie’s a goner. Seems like enough motivation to seek out the girl you left naked in a motel room five years ago. But he left with questions unanswered, and with a new life built around her, Kate has secrets of her own. Seth should have remembered something he learned years ago: never underestimate Kate Fuller.

Catch Me Again by quiet_rebel (Gen, multichapter, AU from early season 2)

“You caught me once; Maybe on the flipside, you could catch me again.”

bartered with bone by alamorn (Teen, series of one-shots)

There's a thousand different ways Kate could have met the Geckos. They all start the same: preacher's daughter, criminal brothers. They all end the same: together and bloody.

When destiny catches up with Kate, she sees them all

let me go by writerlily (Gen, one-shot)

Kate didn't think she would simply "hang around" after her death. She believed in Heaven and Hell and those were the only two choices for her.

She was wrong.

Born To Die by ArkStationsLibrary (Explicit, one-shot)

Seth Gecko is an immortal who decides to make Kate Fuller part of his world whether she likes it or not.

Further Away by omqueenkay (Mature, one-shot)

The one where Seth keeps calling Sonja by Kate's name.

The Road of Excess by KaelsMiscellany (Teen, two part series) (Richie/Kate /Seth)

In 1815 a stranger came to Bethel, Texas; and a few months later married the preacher’s daughter.

In 1816 he faced the firing squad for killing a murderer; and in that long winter his brother comes to town.

WIPs

like clockwork by writerlily (Gen, multi-chapter)

she was not expecting something like this.

(soulmate tattoo AU)

These Eyes are Natural Disasters by kategecko (Mature, multichapter)

She wasn't sure what they had done to her when they let the serpent bite her as she laid strapped to yet another altar but she could feel the snake’s poison flowing through her veins like molten lava.

profane words scrawled black across the sun by artemidos (Explicit, series of one-shots) (Seth/Kate/Richie)

live life for the moment by Roksed (Mature, one-shot series)

No matter the distance, Kate and Seth always find each other again and again.

Alternate retellings of the TV series.

alone / with you by artemidos (Mature, multichapter)

suddenly there's someone in her room and a new voice in her head. she never wanted this. he never wanted it either. they're both screwed.

the heartland by silenceisnotmyfriend (Teen, one-shot)

If her momma could see her now, she would say "God is many things." (Soulmate AU)

Cigarette Daydreams by imaginedfables (Mature, multichapter)

They’ve been showing up at the bar on random nights for the past three weeks.

It’s pretty hard to miss them, and even if she wanted to turn a blind eye to the American brothers, their loud mouths (Seth) and the fist fights they (again, Seth) tend to start would give their presence away in a heartbeat.

(And, no, Richie, she doesn’t have any horchata.)

put me through hell again by liketogetlost (Explicit, one-shot) (Seth/Kate/Richie)

Two boys in black came to her town, wearing the skin of Preachers, like her daddy. They got real close to her father and the people of her church, conning their way into their hearts and wallets.

(Kate runs away with conmen Gecko Preachers.)

he said to 'be cool', but i don't know how yet by artemidos (Explicit, one-shot)

Bare feet glued to the tiled floors that led into the room, she’d stood and stared for a good minute. His arms bulged with muscle and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. In fact she couldn’t see beyond the table to know if he was wearing anything at all. Was this the type of guy her mother always brought home? Men with tattoos curling up their arms who sat in her kitchen wearing next to nothing?

girl, i'm just trying to kiss your neck without a word by longhairandbarefeet (Explicit, Two-shot)

Kate always thought it was boring, going to races and sitting in the box with her dad while he blabbered on and on about the business, but her interest soon began to peak at the sight of Seth Gecko on their team. a.k.a. au where Seth is a race car driver.

daisies and diamonds by theredhoodie (Teen, one-shot)

The year is 1946. The war has just finished, crime in Southern U.S. is on the rise, and a young woman named Kate Fuller is stuck in a life of repetitive boring days. That is, until the night when she happens to meet a real-life bank robber.

To the Store, To the Store by caramelle (Teen, one-shot)

the one where Kate somehow always manages to find herself at the same grocery checkout line as a handsome, surly stranger in black.

delusional by artemidos (Teen, one-shot)

kate and seth work at the dew drop resort. although 'work' is a little generous a word to use for what seth does. kate accidentally becomes the only way to get him to come do his damn job.

This Could Be Easy by caramelle (Teen, one-shot)

It's not that Kate was trying to get partnered up with Seth Gecko. Honestly, she wasn't.

She just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and sorely under-informed on extenuating circumstances.

Or, the one where Kate is a newly minted detective, and Seth is the grouchy old-timer she gets stuck with.

String of Blinking Lights by madjm (Teen, one-shot)

"I knew when I married you I was getting Richie, too, but I didn’t know I was getting my beautiful home turned into ‘National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.’”

Don't Need Saving by the_stargazing_dreamer (Mature, one-shot)

Strait-laced businessman Seth is spending the week in Houston and meets free spirited call girl Kate when Richie leaves him at a club. He doesn't need or want anyone in his life but his damn knight in shining armor complex is getting in the way of things. Kate is only in it for the money and definitely doesn't need or want some Prince Charming to come sweep her off her feet.

Sin by shadowglove (Teen, multichapter)

When Kate meets her new neighbors, Seth and Vanessa Gecko, she immediately develops a crush on the handsome man. She does her best to fight her growing crush, but as she and Seth become friends, and she realizes that there is a LOT of trouble in Seth and Vanessa's marriage, Kate begins to fear that she will stop caring that her feelings for him are pure sin.

make you better by longhairandbarefeet (Mature, one-shot)

“You heard me.” She replies leaning into him, close enough so he could smell the liquor on her breath, the same that lingers on his own. She swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, and loops her arms around his neck to pull him in to press an urgent kiss to his mouth. He doesn’t respond immediately, shocked at the simple and soft feel of her. His head is swimming, and he doesn’t know if it’s her mouth, hot against his own or the copious amounts of alcohol they’ve shared over the last few hours. It could be a little bit of both. a.k.a. the five times seth and kate have sex, and the one time they don't

WIPs

gun it coming off the line by artemidos (Teen, multichapter)

seth and richie work for carlos finding and bringing in the people who owe him. they don't care about why and they never fail to bring someone in.

until kate, of course.

You Wanna Go To Heaven (but you're human tonight) by only_halfway_there (Teen, multichapter)

If Persephone was a good little preacher's daughter, Hades was a Gecko, and the Underworld was somewhere in Texas, it might look a little something like this ...

From Hell With Love by corinnemaree (Mature, multichapter)

She's an angel. He's a demon. She's supposed to save the world from the likes of him. Now she's on the run with him? Kate doesn't know how she ended up with Seth Gecko, but there are times where she doesn't complain about it.

this war of hearts by jynscassian (Teen, multichapter)

Fate had a funny way of showing itself. Just when Kate decides that soulmates and destiny doesn’t matter to her, she happens to meet the very man whose initials are tattooed on her wrist.

blue and silver: the detective and her criminal by sarahandrelouise & waterfront (Teen, multichapter)

It's an early morning line up and everybody is a little sleepy. Coffee is required. Flirting with criminals is optional.

Speak now, or forever hold your peace. by hasitsclaws (Explicit, multichapter)

Seth Gecko is doing your usual, run-of-the-mill drug smuggling gig when he finds out he's going to be deported. His brother's solution to the problem? Get married, of course. All Seth has to do is find a nice woman willing to be his "wife" until he gets his green card, and Richie has an idea as to who's the perfect girl for the job.

Only problem is, Kate Fuller is a lot more than either of the Gecko brothers bargained for.

(Fake!Married AU)

#sethkate fic rec #sethkate #fic rec list #seth x kate #fdtd

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