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scream your heart out (m)

🔪pairing: fem!reader x seventeen (???) 🔪genre: horror, slasher, smut 🔪tags: DISCLAIMIER!!! MAY NOT SUIT MOST AUDIENCES, Graphic sexual and violent imagery color coded in pink, abrupt changes in text color, features/mentions members (Chan, Seungkwan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Seungcheol, Seokmin, Junhui, Soonyoung, Joshua), established relationships, scream au!seventeen, Hybristophilia, erotophonophilia, homicidophilia, graphic images, mention panic attacks, smoking, mentions disfigurement of faces, severed body parts, knives, guns, threatening phone calls, face masks (horror), knife wielding, blood, gore, death/murder, knife play, bloody handjobs, cum mixing with blood, consensual sex but nonconsensual murder, HONESTLY SOME REALLY FUCKED UP SHIT AND IM SORRY BUT YALL SHOULD BE READING THE WARNINGS, sexual innuendos, kitchen sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, cream pies, cuck! (??) member, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, PLS LET ME KNOW IF IM MISSING ANYTHING PLS 🔪word count: 6.8k 🔪summary: you and your friends get caught up in a classic horror slasher movie, only it's in real life. Now you're off to fend for yourselves in Seungcheol's million dollar home. The question is, did you keep them out, or did you just lock them in? 🔪author note: thank you @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for beta reading for me <3. here's some of their notes “I’m scratching my face to not fucking scream” “WELL SHIT BRO WHAT THE FUCK” -Zeta “It definitely does capture that slasher essence” -SJ this was so fun yet mind numbing to write but this is way more extreme than anything I’ve ever written like I lost a lot of sanity writing this. FR one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever written. I hope it was worth it. ENJOY EVERYONE and even tho it came out late HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Ever since the murders over a week ago, everyone in town has been on edge. All including the individuals most closely involved.

You had lost three core members of your eight.

Joshua, someone you’ve known since grade school who was sliced open from the back before being stabbed 8 times to the point of excessive bleeding. He had just gone out to walk his dog, the poor creature being the only reason they found his body at all. If not for the dog’s bloody paws, and the trail of blood they left behind finding help, Joshua’s cadaver would’ve lost deep in the woods.

And then Chan, your long-time boyfriend, was stabbed fifteen times in the chest. His face was so disfigured from obvious violence and what looked to be burn scars, that he was practically unrecognizable if not for the fact he died in his own home. Police are still looking for his severed arms and legs to this day with no luck.

And finally, Seungkwan, who hadn’t died but lost to the paranoia festering in his blood like a disease. That caused him to take the train to the furthest destination possible to attempt to escape death if at all possible, leaving the rest of you with only the reassuring texts he left in his wake.

All that was left was you, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Wonwoo; the core five.

“Okay, absolutely no one is leaving this house for the time being. Until the psycho is caught behind bars, dead, or whatever the fuck! We’re safe here.”

Seungcheol, the eldest, did just as expected: contacted the rest of you into a personal prison. Luckily, he was loaded. The prison happened to be six thousand square feet of space with countless rooms, amenities, and a housekeeper to boot. From the looks of it, it’s paradise, but it’s definitely a prison.

“Holy shit, you have an indoor basketball court?”

A prison with an indoor basketball court. And a pool apparently.

Seokmin wasted no time to enjoy these features, breaking out of his clothes and cannonballing in his underwear. If you knew any better, Seokmin didn’t even look like he went through any trauma at all. It looked like every other day for him.

“There's a murderer and you’re doing butterfly strokes?” You asked, baffled.

The golden man scoffed, reaching the edge of the pool and resting against it with his forearms. “What am I gonna do? Wallow, crying to my mom, worrying about dying, and not taking advantage of this gorgeous mansion we’re staying in?”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” Seungcheol grinned.

Seokmin winked back at him, “Of course, daddy.”

“How are you both so unserious about all this?”

Wonwoo left a kind hand against your shoulder, looking back at you with warm eyes and a small smile. “They’re grieving. Just in their own way.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “They’re being ridiculous. We shouldn’t be here. We need to be at the police station or something.”

“You were there when I got the call. The creepy voice said no police or you all die. Remember?”

You shuddered, hands over your sides to relieve your chilled skin. “Of course I do, but we’re sitting ducks here. This isn’t any better. We need protection.”

It was Seungcheol’s turn to scoff then. He strutted in front of you, flaunting his wing span before flexing his arms and then crossing them over his chest. “Well, you have me.”

“And me,” Seokmin joined. “Pure muscle right here.”

“Maybe pure laughing gas, not sure about muscle. We’re actually living in a horror movie right now and you’re all making jokes.”

“Hey,” Wonwoo stroked your head as his soothingly deep voice serenaded you, “Don’t say that. We’ll make it out of here.”

His arms come around you, forearms pressed against your collarbones, and his chin crooked over your shoulder. “You have me too. I would run through that knife before it could get to you.”

You genuinely smile for the first time being there, your hand stroking over his embrace. Wonwoo delicately kissed the temple of your forehead, reminding you what it was like to be constantly adored.

You were grateful for what he had become in your life. Wonwoo had kept you company in your time of need. In the absence of Chan. He had come to your house with whatever he thought you might need, lent you his shoulder that you could cry on, lent his ears so that he could listen, lent his body that you could heal. In more ways than one.

“You’re right. You are.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his body and meeting his eyes framed in specs of hard plastic. “You’re the first person I can sacrifice if we face them head to head.”

He mused at you. “Ooh, now look who’s pulling jokes.”

“Who said I was joking?”

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Minghao commented coming through the back door. “Horror movie rules: they get killed while having sex.”

You punched the new face right in the arm, watching him scurry away to your other friends laughing.

“Not funny, Hao.”

Minghao sneers at you, a jester smile still on his face. “Ease up, princess. Wonwoo, watch your girl.”

“Only because she’s so pretty to look at,” he briefly grinned down at you before directing his attention to Minghao sternly, “but come on. We’re all a little psyched right now. Cool it with the murder talk. Alright?”

Wonwoo pulled you aside into the dining area, ignoring the careless laughter outside. His thumb stroked against your knuckles, lips pressing sweetly against your cheeks. His grin sunk deeper in his cheeks the further he made it past your jaw and then down your neck. He felt your throat vibrate against his lips. “Wonwoo…”

“I can’t have all these guys get you heated like this. That’s my job,” he teased with a rasp.

You slightly pushed him off, your arms swung over his shoulders. “You’re so ridiculous right now.”

“Anything to put that smile on your face.”

His lips reconnected with your neck, nipping at your skin. His humming sent tingles down your spine, and he took your body to press you against the side of the counter. Your hands grasped his baggy shirt, lip close to his ear, fanning your breath against his face. You smiled like a girl in love. Obsessed. “Daddy…”

“I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled, just as love-struck, if not more. Your giggles brought out the pink on Wonwoo’s ears and cheeks while tightening the groin of his pants. You noticed immediately, cupping it in your palm, and running your finger along the seam. Your eyes skimmed over his taken expression, leaning your full weight into him. “I know there’s something else you really love.”

“Do you now?”

You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “But do you really want to do it here? Risk getting caught?”

He leaned into your touch, allowing your fingers to take apart his pants. “Try new things right? Like you always say. Plus you’re scared. Gonna turn that fear into pleasure. Make you feel good, just what my baby deserves.”

“You're so good to me, Daddy,” you moaned.

His hand finds the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to expose yourself to the cold air. He fingered through your panties and slid two digits through your folds. He felt your breath hitch as he squeezed your clit, eliciting your soft whines. “You’re so wet down there, baby.”

“Just waiting for daddy to fuck me where anyone can find us and watch.”

Wonwoo eagerly pulled down his pants, kicking them and yours aside, but not without pocketing your underwear. He lifted you up slightly from the ground, his exposed cock hitting at your hip. “Look what you do to me.”

Your throat went dry at the sight of him, hand aching to wrap your hand around his girth and have him shoved inside you.

He didn’t let you wait a second long, and pushed in slowly inch by inch, burying himself in your pussy until he was nearly balls deep. You grasped his shoulder in a gasp, savoring the fire burning in your stomach. The girth of his cock stretched your molten walls, allowing them to melt all around his cock as he spread your legs. You writhe in his embrace, your limbs closing around his lean and toned build, already blissful from the few seconds of him being inside you.

Wonwoo’s words kissed your lips, flushed your skin, and left a permanent smile on your face. It swelled pride in his chest, better than any physical trophy would have. His hips slowly rolled against yours, letting you adjust to his size. He massaged the flesh of your side through his fingers, mentally reassuring himself you were his and his alone, but his names on your lips became more than proof.

Your hips buckled towards him in heat, matching his pace before the carnal side of him decided to fuck you like an animal. His cock then plunged sharply inside you, and then again, a whimper coming out of your lips. Your hips stuttered the harder he pounded, arching your back, you felt his hand above your ass, pushing you against him.

“Daddy…”

He lost control when it came to you, addicted—religious—the second your body came in contact with his. He loved how your fingers ran through his hair, not caring how his glasses fell off his face in the process. With drool out of the corner of his lips, he could feel the blood rush up to the surface of your skin, making him feel warm at home inside you. Throbbing, he only got harder feeling how perfectly snug you were, pricking his clammy skin with goosebumps as he bottomed out.

“You’re sopping, precious,” he murmured with a sly grin.

He had you begging, flustered, and beautiful. Your hand clasped his face as your other arm looped around his neck, swallowing his lips, anxious and thirsty for his breath. You craved every part of him viscerally. “Cum in me, daddy. Please…”

He scoffed, lips ghosting over yours. “Will you take every bit of daddy’s cum, hmm? Hold my cum inside you.”

You nodded gingerly. “Yes, yes. I promise, daddy. Give it to me please, I want you to spill your cum inside me and make me yours…”

“Hold on to me.”

You obliged, met with the hot stream of his climax, yours quick to follow. He embraced your sides, devouring your lips and muffling your whines. His loads pumped into you in erratic thrusts, fucking his cum back into you and making sure you drained him of every ounce. His fingers dug into your flesh, feeling you just come apart for him, undoing the tension that festered earlier.

But that tension was needed. It was necessary to survive. Everyone let themselves forget the current predicament, basking in the glow of the sunset until dinner time arrived. Despite the housekeeper that supposedly exists, she hadn’t been around since all of you stepped foot in the house, like a ghost presence. Seungcheol scrambled to find her—reminding you of his peculiar obsession with the woman—as he wondered when dinner would be ready since a rise in temperature or a savory scent couldn’t be found in the kitchen.

“That’s strange. She’d be finished with a whole chicken by now,” the homeowner commented, noticeably picking his nails.

“Aww,” Seokmin groaned, “Well, is there anything else to eat?”

“I mean…you can look around.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief. “This is your house. You don’t know what you have in your own house?”

“You try navigating a five-story home with countless cabinets!”

“Buy a smaller house, you prick!”

“Guys!” Minghao chimed in. “Breathe in…and out. We’ll just find food. Seungcheol, your maid, your house, your search. She’s probably fine.”

Your hands slammed against those pristine marble counters. “We are NOT splitting up right now. This is what the killer wants. She’s probably already dead and we’re fucked.”

Wonwoo came to your side, laying a cool calm over your shoulder, and rubbed your sides. You let yourself melt in his touch, his sweet voice soothing you effectively.

Seokmin sat up from his stool, “Okay, okay. I will help Seungcheol and you guys stick together.”

“That’s still splitting up!”

“Better than alone.” Seungcheol rebutted. “You guys stay.”

Despite your protests, they went on their search. Your head banged against Wonwoo’s chest, muttering in anguish about how everything was going wrong and that it’d only get worse. Meanwhile, Minghao seemed to regain some of that tension but masked the fear with the bright light of his phone, scrolling through TikTok. You didn’t know what was more annoying, sensation of imminent death possibly behind any door, or the same five songs replaying on Minghao’s feed.

After 15 minutes when they were nowhere to be seen, your patience had run thin. You picked yourself up from Wonwoo’s lap and dusted yourself off. “Fuck this. We’re finding them.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, a concerned glow in his gaze. “Babe, hey. They’ve got it. Trust them.”

“Wonwoo, you know I can’t do that. Let’s just find them, hmm? Together?”

“Not a bad idea,” Minghao agreed. “Better in groups right? We go together, eliminate us as any potential suspects.”

Your boyfriend sighed, collected your hand, and laced his fingers through yours. “Fine.”

You were all joined together by the hip, making sure you were each other's sights. Through the wider than wingspan hallways, past the ridiculously expensive sculptures, you kept your eyes out for your estranged friends. Silence couldn’t have been more loud in these cavernous spaces, only hearing the gut feelings in your stomachs that’s churned in trepidation. Every step taken was the group closing in on the killer.

Fortitude meant nothing if the danger was already inside.

Before turning around the corner, Minghao—reluctant to lead the group—crashed into a human-sized obstacle, causing the stumble of your entire party. You all faced a wide-eyed Seungcheol with the missing young housekeeper walking hand in hand with him. Suspicious, but besides the point.

“Holy shit, we said we’d come back!”

“It’s been 20 minutes, Cheol! You guys could’ve been dead for all we know.” You retorted.

“Wait, where’s Seokmin?” Wonwoo asked, noticing he didn’t see him nearby.

“He went ahead. He needed to piss or something and meet up later.”

“You idiot.” Your eyes burned a frustrated rage. “I said don't split up. DON’T SPLIT UP! That’s the number one rule of horror movies. You’re going get us fucking killed. He could be the murderer for all we know.”

Seungcheol scoffed, shaking his head. “Seokmin? No way. He’s the last person to even think to do that.”

“Well, do you see him? No! Probably he’s off someone being Ghostface reject with his stupid little voice modulator and cheap party city costume.”

“I told you—“ Before he could finish, his phone went off in the nick of time. When he pulled it out to saw Seokmin’s caller ID on display and the owner of the device wouldn’t help but smile. “See the bastard is even calling.”

He picked up and put him on speaker, eyeing you cheekily, amped to prove you wrong. “Seok, you little shit. How long does it take to piss, huh? Just say you wanted to take a dump.”

“Oh yeah, I took the shittiest, stinkiest, fattest dump. You could probably smell all the way from the other end of the hall.”

Instead of Seokmin on the other line, all of you were met with the eerie voice that had called you multiple times before. The voice that felt like spiders crawling up your legs. The voice that had you second guess whether you locked the front and the back door. The voice whose owner had killed countless people already.

Seungcheol held the phone in a vice grip swallowing, fear stilling in his unsteady eyes. “You—Where the fuck is Seokmin, you son of a bitch?”

The morphed voice on the other end laughed, sounding bone chilling as nails against a blackboard. “What’s to say? Why don’t we play a little game to find out?”

“Mother fu—“You grabbed the phone from Seungcheol to answer in his place, cutting the older man off. “Why go through with this?”

“Why, I just want to help you find your beloved friend. All out of the kindness of my heart.”

“If it was all kindness, you could tell us where he is.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Psycho,” Minghao muttered under his breath, eyes wide in shock and fear, as if registering the idea of death for the first time.

“And if we refuse?” Wonwoo interjected.

“Seokmin dies, rock for brains,” Seungcheol gritted.

“Ding, ding, ding. Or should I say, chop, chop, chop, since that’s what'll happen if you get any of my questions wrong.”

You scoffed, coming down the stairs with your friends to follow. “Have at it then, you freak.”

“Hey, hey, play nice. Maybe I’ll get too excited and decide to cut him up early.”

Seungcheol glared at you briefly before taking back the phone, storming down the stairs, and reaching the ground floor. “Ask away, as long as Seokmin is safe.”

“First an easy one. What’s your favorite scary movie, Seungcheol?”

His feet stopped at the end of the couch in his living room, stammering to answer. “What kind of fucking question—uh, The Ring?”

“Don’t lie to your friends, Seungcheol. You know that’s not the answer, that’s just what you say to anyone that asks. Say the real answer.”

“That’s the movie though!” he started to shout, visibly shaking.

“Just say it, Cheol!” Minghao pushed.

“Stop playing around Choi Seungcheol! Just say it,” You joined.

“Fine!” He faced the friends, evidently swallowing his pride as he choked up on his answer. “I never watched a goddamn scary movie! Is that what you want to hear? I get panic attacks every time I hear one in the background, why do you I’m always going off smoking when you guys put one on,” he confessed through his tears.

“Congratulations. Your first right answer. Now was that so hard? Pussy boy?”

“Fuck you,” Seungcheol sputtered, tossing the phone back to you.

“Next question. ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,’ Leatherface is known for wearing a mask when it was in fact several. How many and what were they in the original movie?”

“Who the fuck would know an answer like that?” Minghao croaked in disbelief.

“Three. A ‘Killing Mask’, an ‘Old Lady Mask’ and a ‘Pretty Woman Mask.’” Wonwoo calmly answers, garnering horrified looks all around. “I wanted to be a filmmaker, remember?”

“Correct. Next question. What Was Freddy Krueger's serial killer nickname before he died?”

“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” you said slightly panicked, “Wonwoo?”

“The Springwood slasher.”

“Wow, Another amazingly correct answer. Hold on to that one, Y/n. He’s a keeper. He’s smart and fucks your brains out to the point of you screaming bloody murder? What a catch.”

You didn’t respond, impatience seething on the tip of your tongue, “Just tell us where this is all going.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Last question. What exact kind of knife does Ghostface use in the Stab movies? Here’s a hint: it’s the same one I’m holding in my hand against Seokmin’s throat. (Help me please...)”

“S-Seok.” Seungcheol gasped.

Seokmin’s voice could barely be heard on the other end, weak and afraid, only staggering breaths audible.

“Wonwoo, please,” Seungcheol begged, tears falling past his neck. “He’s our best friend.”

Wonwoo swallowed, gears visibly creaking in his head, “I know he uses a hunting knife, b-but—“

“Oh…” the voice cooed, “Well, that’s just not enough, is it? Seokminnie, say goodbye to your friends (Please, no…).”

“Seokmin!”

“Wait!” You barged, clutching the phone to the point of it almost bending. “A modified Buck 120. I remember now. It’s coming back to me. Now, let Seokmin go!”

The line went dead and in turn, light cast in the evening darkness of the poolside. All your eyes shot back at the change of light, startled at the sight in front of them. Seokmin was seated in a chair, bruises against his sides, bleeding from the splices on his forearms, and duct tape over his mouth. Yet the most frightening part was his closed eyes.

“Seokmin!”

You all rushed towards him, swinging the porch door in a panic. Seungcheol tried slapping him awake, pleading he’d be alive. “Seokmin please, please, wake up…

The poor victim's eyes start to flicker open, mumbling through the adhesive over his lips.

“Buddy,” Seungcheol ripped the duct tape clean off him, his ear coming up to his friend’s lips. “Speak to me…”

Seokmin’s voice came out in croaks, hardly incoherently, all except, “Be…hind…”

Minghao spat up blood, doubled over as Ghostface was revealed right behind him, and fell right into the pool. You and the housekeeper both let out a blood-curdling scream. The masked intruder wiped off the blood using his black rope, anticipating a lunge towards their next victim.

“Run,” Wonwoo breathed out.

He took your hand and ran with it. Taking a second to look back, you see Seungcheol and the housekeeper try to escape similarly before she was tugged right back towards the killer and she was stabbed right in front of him five times, each one faster than the last, having the poor Seungcheol paralyzed and fallen on his knees. The sounds of suffering were loud enough to hear throughout the neighborhood.

Wonwoo dragged you back upstairs, his survival instinct telling him to seek haven high and far up the house.

“You left them there to die,” You proclaimed.

“He said he could manage it. You’re more important.”

“You actually believe that? Ghostface snuck up on Minghao with neither of us looking!”

“We’re going to have to. Secungcheol can handle himself.”

Finally, he finds the room, closing the door behind him and pushing heavy furniture in front of it for more time to stall. “We’ll be ok for a little bit here. Let’s look for weapons.”

He started rummaging through drawers, looking for anything strap, blunt, heavy, anything worth using. He was red in the face, sweat drenching his entire body. The only thing running through his mind was keeping you, the most important person in his life, safe.

“Wonwoo, I don’t know if we’re going to find anything. Fuck. I’m so scared right now.”

He recognized the panic in your eyes, the bounce in your step, and the quiver in your voice. “Hey, hey, baby. Look at me.” He grasped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I’m here, hmm.” He kissed your closed eyes. “You’re alright.”

Then your tempered cheeks. “We’ll get through this.”

The tip of your nose. “I love you like hell.”

Finally your trembling lips. “I’ll keep you alive.”

“Promise?” You managed to breathe out.

“Scouts honor.”

The banging resonated from outside the locked door, only getting louder and closer every passing second as if teasing you to death. You shook in Wonwoo’s embrace, burying your face in his chest. “I don’t want to die here, baby.”

“You won’t. Not with me.” One arm wrapped around your body, and another had his fingers locked around the base of a lamp, tugging it from the outlet. Pitch darkness joined you, only having to rely on the dim-lit sky through the peek of the windows.

Whomever on the other side cracked through the wood of the door, breaking it piece by piece as it fell to the ground, knocking over the dresser that blocked

“Shit, shit, shit.” Wonwoo pushed you behind him.

Finally, your barrier came down with a final kick, rendering it useless. Wonwoo let out a battle cry, charging at them with the lamp above his head. He swung his weapon while Ghostface swung theirs, both missing simultaneously. Gritting his teeth, Wonwoo pulled forward, aiming for the head.

They crash against the wall in the process, but not without mutilating the midsection of Wonwoo’s stomach. The visually impaired man fell back to the ground, groaning in agony as he clutched his stomach, while blood trickled through his fingers. “Mother fucker...”

Wonwoo’s vision started to fight against him with the loss of his glasses, dimming images before him, and slowly processing the murderous figure trodding before him. Wonwoo’s determination picked him right back up slowly, picking up his lamp once again, trying to take another move toward the perpetrator. And by pure luck, the lamp crashed against the crown of their head.

Ghostface stumbled back, quick to recover but visibly agitated. Soon enough, they plunged the full length of the knife right into Wonwoo’s gut, sticking it deep and long before kicking him off of it. Wonwoo lands on the hardwood, blood gushing out of him like a public water fountain. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Wonwoo!” You come by his side, clutching at his wound desperately. “No, no, no.”

The sinister figure approached once more, hand creeping against the edge before he pulled it over and off his head. His eyes stared back at you both maniacally. His grin stretched from both ends freakishly before overtaking in deep chuckles. “Happy to see me?”

“…C-Chan?” Wonwoo managed to gasp.

“Hi, bestie.” His signature smile, once warm and inviting, reflected horrifyingly as if out of a film, one with too much bloodshed and betrayal to imagine. “Well, didn’t think you’d see me again, huh?”

“Chan, what the fuck?” You screeched.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” Wonwoo voiced panic-stricken. “What, how?”

One foot over the other, Chan carried himself with conviction, ease, and the confidence of a man who slaughtered countless amounts of people.

“You guys don't know how easy it is to fake my death. I was surprised by how incredibly stupid police officers are. Find a body that’s my height, my build, cut off their hands and arms to not get their fingerprints, singe their skin and face to the point of unrecognition, and plant them in your own home. I’m a fucking genius.”

“S-Seungkwan,” Wonwoo wept, his adam’s apple, “You actually—”

“It was beautiful. Masterful.”

“Why?” Wonwoo stammered. “Your best friend—“

“He was an imbecile. Weak. All bark and no bite. You will never understand how good it felt to stick the knife inside him and watch the blood burst off of him like a sprinkler. Like the knife going in and out of him surged power throughout my entire body. So, I kept doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. AND DOING IT.”

His smile. That violating smile.

You sobbed, covering Wonwoo’s wound with your hands. “Y-you monster.”

“This was all just fun for you?” Wonwoo bared his teeth. “You get your kicks from lying, deceiving, stabbing your friends? You think you’re some Billy Loomis?”

“Of course I have fun. I had lots of fun. We had so much fucking fun.”

“We?” Wonwoo repeated.

“What the fuck do you mean we?” You asked horrified.

Chan started to chuckle to himself, chest heaving exuberantly before he stood completely still. Dreadfully still.

“Well, I'm not the one that killed Joshua, am I?”

A million guesses ran through Wonwoo’s brain. None made sense the more he thought about it. “Your Stu Macher? Seokmin…Seungcheol…?”

Your eyes turned to him fearful, before it melted into something else, something familiar. Something terrifying. “No…” your lips drew close to his ear. “Me…”

Your hands squeezed around his wound, gripping, earning his moans of anguish, screaming at you to stop, before you retrieved the knife hidden behind your boot and drove it into his shoulder. Wonwoo let out the loudest scream he could ever muster, feeling the blade sharply cut his nerve whilst pain shot into his chest. He tapped his heel incessantly on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, looking at you in disbelief, overcome with hurt.

“And he was a good fuck too until the knife I put through his back made him scream like a little bitch.”

You pulled out the knife from him, seeing how the pain he felt in his body only complimented the suffering pooling in his heart, his mind, his soul. His lips quivered in your direction, sucking in his breath. “Y/n…Why?”

You simply shrugged. “Why does anyone kill these days? They’re bored, daddy. Same reason why things can change in the bedroom, to spice things up. The flavor of life is murder now, darling.”

“You’re killing people.”

You drove the knife one more time into his thigh, savoring his scream of agony. “And we’re more alive than we ever have been,” you said, twisting the knife before pulling it out.

You walked toward Chan, helping him pull off his robe. “And so is our sex life.”

“So, Junhui, Soonyoung…Joshua, and even Seungkwan.” Wonwoo asked, catching his breath.

“Every. single. one,” You chuckled. “Draining their cum out of like having a second puberty until life is literally drained out of their bodies. What a bunch of pussy boys. So obsessed with sex, they didn’t see the knife coming their way.”

Your hand reached for the ottoman and pushed Chan there to be seated, underdressed in the black tank top and black jeans he hid underneath with his momentarily abandoned bloody knife at his side. You unbuckled his pants single-handedly, your knife still in your other hand. “And Chan just gets so fucking hard with all the bloodshed. Like a bloodthirsty animal.”

“You just look so fucking sexy with blood on your hands,” Chan moaned, “Touch me how I like it, baby.”

“Mmh, my pleasure.” Your hand used the blood covering it as a morbid form of lube, closing around the girth of his cock to squeeze and lightly stroking it from base to tip, softly thumbing over the small slit on top.

His stomach flexed, bucking his hips in your direction as he bit down on his bottom lip, beaming like a child on Christmas. Horny for your touch, Chan couldn’t help but squirm in his seat, warning up to your touch. He was absolutely growing at a rapid pace. “Like that baby, like that.”

“That feel good, daddy? You like how the blood is covering your entire cock? Seokmin’s blood, Minghao’s blood, Seungcheol’s blood? Wonwoo’s blood?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“You two,” Wonwoo’s shock couldn’t stagger from the scene in front of him, unable to process all this information at once.

“You’re massaging our friends into my cock so good, baby.”

“Yeah?” You traced your fingers over the details of his shaft, your nails prodding at the veins as your hand slowly picked up pace. You rolled him in your fist, letting him rut in your defiled hand as he moaned your name like an animal in heat. “I’m getting so wet watching fuck in my hand covered in blood. You’re just a sick lunatic obsessed with killing your friends and fucking my sweet pussy. I love that about you, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he screamed, hands gripping the ottoman in restraint, brimming with passion, “Wanna mix Wonwoo’s cum you kept inside you with the blood. Sit that sweet pussy on my cock for me, lover.”

You nodded invitingly, not missing a beat. You never did replace the underwear from before, making it easy to remove your shorts and sliding him inside your warm walls, massaging his length as you rolled your hips against his. You held the knife you still had in a death grip, stabling against the reliability of Chan’s shoulders. You mumble his name pleased, arching your back as you grinded down on his lap. “Your cock feels so good covered in blood, daddy.”

“Your pussy feels even better knowing how much fun you had stabbing Wonwoo for me.”

“Of course, daddy.” You turned to the body mutilated and defenseless on the ground, grinning as Wonwoo was forced to watch. “That look good, Daddy Wonwoo?” Your ass bounced purposely in Chan’s lap, the jiggle showing off the splatter of blood left from the handjob.

Everything in Wonwoo told him to look away but he couldn’t, like a train wreck or a car crash, he couldn’t part with the mess of a situation he was witnessing. He wasn't sure what this meant for him, mentally nor physically.

“You like watching Chan fuck me, Daddy? His bloody dirty cock fucking me like you did a hour ago, fucking me like a nasty little whore.”

He hissed through his teeth, right the strange feeling surging in his pain-stricken body, “Shut…the fuck up.”

You laughed obnoxiously. “You love it. You love being a little cuck, watching other guys fuck my pussy. As if you hadn’t peeped on me and Chan fucking when he wasn’t ‘dead’.”

“It’s not true, you bitch.” The twitch in his trousers told him otherwise.

“You’re such a liar a dirty, dirty liar like I’m a dirty, dirty fucking whore.” You groaned loudly taking Chan’s cock, bouncing against his lap as you felt him pulse around your walls.

“That’s right baby take my cock.” Chan’s hand came over your bare cheeks, striking them with his full palms while his hips jerked up your body. “Taking the murder fueled, hard fucking cock.”

“Daddy, your cock is making me so fucking wet, stretching my pussy the way you sliced open our friends,” You growled.

“Fuck you’re such a little succubus, baby. Bouncing on my cock, coating yourself in blood. And I’ll kill more and more for you. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Yeah,” You began slowing your pace, drinking in his every word. “You’d do anything for me?”

“I’d kill the entire human population for you.”

That left you smiling from ear to ear, the tension coiling in your stomach. Your chest pressed against his, pushing against his thrusts. “Yeah? Would you cum in me, Daddy? Mix our dirty mess inside me. Let me take your cum, daddy.”

“I’ll let you drain me of every drop, my little psychopath.”

“Cum daddy cum, make me full and breed me with our homicidal baby daddy. Make you a real daddy.”

Chan shuddered, overwhelmed with immense arousal. His hips found life of their own, hammering into you at top speed, and watching the pleasure morph on your face and the staccato rhythm of your breath leave your lips, all while the load threatened to burst out of his sack. “I’m cumming, baby, all for you, ah—“ then it exploded inside you. His cum launched out of his cock like a hose, he painted your wall in milky white, turning pink as it seeped out of you.

“I’m so close, daddy…”

Chan threw his head back to catch his breath, hands possessively finding purchases on your hips. “That’s it, baby. cum for daddy.”

“I’m cuming daddy, I’m—“ You gripped your knife, taking Chan’s abandoned one before plunging both in his head. His smile dropped, a small and weak, “baby” leaving his sweet lips before spitting up blood on your chest and he fell limp.

You didn’t stop, however, given the fact that your orgasm had just arrived the mere second Chan tasted metal in his mouth. Your moans could’ve been mistaken for anguish if not for the smile on your savage face. “I’m cumming all over your cock, Daddy, fuck! You’re so good to me, you do so much for me. I love you so much. Hitting my spot even in death.”

The wave of climax finally started to fade, unlike your smile, wretched and demonic. “Thank you for your sacrifice, Daddy. I’ll miss you so much.” You kissed deceased Chan’s lips, coming down from him, and fixing his pants before fixing his pants before pulling your shorts back on your body.

“Y/n…what the fuck?”

Watching you pull the knives out of Chan’s head, Wonwoo's expression was a mix of confusion and horror, struggling to back away as you approached him calmly, almost serenely.

“Chan has served his purpose,” You answered plainly as if obvious. “It was his time.”

“You did that, all that, with him, and you MURDER HIM? Your partner in sick, sick psychotic crime?”

“I told you spice was necessary, plus I’ve grown rather fond of you.” You bent down to his level, eyes noticeably just a deep pit of disparity. “I couldn’t let him kill you, so I beat him to it. Good thing too, because that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo whimpered under your touch—well, the knife’s touch—as the tip of it dragged over his jaw, drawing out a shudder. “Y-you’re letting me live?”

Your smile. That damned smile. You and Chan were mere reflections of each other. How had he not seen this sick image sooner?

“As long as it's with me, because you love me right? That’s what you said. You’ll always love me and keep me alive. You promised.”

You pressed the blade against his neck, “You’re cold-blooded. Fucking your dead friend’s girlfriend, leaving your other friends to die to save me, and taking on a mass murderer just for me.” Your other hand caressed over his face. “That’s hard fucking core, baby. I love that so much. You really love and want me. Well, I want you just as bad.”

“Like you wanted Chan?”

You scoffed, using the knife to point at the abandoned soulless body on the ground. “Chan was disposable. He was already fucked up in the brain. I can nurture you, let you prove you’re that you’re mine and only mine. Then I’d have no reason to kill you. Not at all…say you’ll be with me forever.”

“…yes, sweetie. O-of course I will.”

You sighed a breath of relief, your harmless hand coming over to stroke over the stray hairs on his head. “That’s my daddy. My one and only. We can be the finals. Together. Only us—”

“Hello! Wonwoo! Y/n!” Miraculously, Seungcheol found their way to you, barely alive it sounds like.

Rage filled your eyes. “Holy fuck how is he still alive,” you mumbled under your breath. “I’ll take care of him.”

You held the knife to your side, standing by the door and away from its open view. “Cheol! In here! We caught the killer!”

Seungcheol managed to find the defaced door, peeking through the rubble to see a disheveled Wonwoo, panting and close to death. “Wonwoo!”

“Cheol…” Wonwoo grunted.

“Hang in there, buddy. I’ve got you.”

“To…your…right.”

You glared at Wonwoo, betrayal in your eyes before launching yourself at the hero, who hardly had a scratch on their body. Seungcheol, taking his friend's warning in consideration, built up a wall of defense. His eyes caught you just in time and held up your arms, pinning you against a wall. His eyes finally registered on your face, and his grip on you only tightened. “Y/n, you evil little bitch.”

You chuckled tauntingly, struggling against his weight and strength. “Hi, Cheol. I know you always wanted to stick something in me, mind letting me do it first?”

“You—wow, you’re actually mentally deranged.”

“You don’t like that? Maybe my knife through your skull can change your mind.”

He kicked you in the groin, having you plummet to your knees, cusses streaming out of you like a river. “You pussy. Ass. Bitch.”

“Seungcheol,” Wonwoo groaned, painfully cheering him on.

You managed to kick Seungcheol down in your distress, crawling on top of him to gain leverage. “I know you liked to be topped.”

You held the knife, hands wrapped tightly around the handle before striking. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s hands were wrapped around your wrists, the tip of the knife tickling his nose. Sweat beaded against his forehead, struggling harder than he thought he would as you smiled still.

“This would be a lot sexier if you let me run my knife inside you, baby.”

“Fuck you and your demented punk ass,” he grunted.

“I would if you’d just FUCKING DIE!”

A gunshot follows soon after and the blood gushed from your neck, pouring from both ends and falling lifelessly against Seungcheol, who let out a shrill scream.

“I found a gun,” Seokmin proclaimed weakly from the door before fainting to the ground.

Seungcheol rolled your body off of him, sick to his stomach. “Sick crazy bitch.”

He looked towards his friend who remained helpless his entire journey before his eyes got caught on the dead body he only realized now. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo whispered.

“And they…”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, dude.”

Seungcheol went around to pick up Seokmin from the ground, grabbing the gun. Meanwhile, Wonwoo’s eyes lingered over your body, in disbelief it was alive a mere second ago, then he saw something strange, causing his eyes to fly open. “Cheol behind you!”

Another gunshot. Right between your eyes and your body that stood for hardly a second longer than it should’ve—of course with the knife still in your hand—fell right back on the ground.

“They always come back,” Wonwoo quoted.

Seungcheol let out a deep exhale, loosening his grip around the gun. “And aim for the head.”

“Sorry about your house.”

“…sorry about your girlfriend.”

“Me too.”

post reading a/n: always like me to insert chan into anything fr. i have no excuses

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @goblinvern @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @6969lilithcat @camisun93 @emmmui @toruro @jeonride @novalpha @nvmrljk @feat-sun @tinkerbell460 @aaniag @tacosandbitch @smileysuh (felt fucked up not to tag you bc you’re fucked it just like me 💕)

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Wonwoo fic recs

✿=personal favourites

note: this list will constantly be updated. In all of these fics the reader is either gender neutral or female.

Good To Me by @moonhoures series warnings and genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff, shower sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, pet names, multiple orgasms. word count: 1 300

9:03PM by @moonhoures series warnings and genre: smut, unprotected sex, finger sucking. word count: N/A

✿Bloodily Safe by @starlightxsvt series warnings and genre: psychological thriller, camgirl!au, college!au, smut, toxic relationship, blackmailing, drinking, descriptive domestic abuse, death, manipulation, threatening, fingering, slapping, choking, marking, cum eating, degradation, virgin sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, humiliation kink, pain kink, psychopathic behaviours, descriptive violence, blood, rape attempt, arson, murder. word count: 18 500

✿Game On! (bloodily safe 2) by @starlightxsvt series warnings and genre: psycho!Wonwoo, ghost face kink, scream movie references, sir kink, degradation, choking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex, breast play, knife play (no cutting or marking), implications of violence, blood. word count: 6 000

Work Husband by @bitchlessdino series warnings and genre: office!au, smut, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names. word count: 3 900

✿Twisted Fate by @smileysuh series warnings and genre: murder, blood, vampire!wonwoo, yandere subthemes, kidnapping, biting, blood play, throat grabbing, manhandling, begging, praise, dirty talk, mean dom!wonwoo, multiple orgasms, finger-licking, chocking, unprotected sex, size kink, gentle spanking, dumbification, hair-pulling. word count: 14 300

Mine by @gyupinkys series warnings and genre: Degradation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) , gunshots, pet names, breeding, edging. word count: 1 500

Getting closer by @multi-kpop-fanfics series warnings and genre: Joker!Wonwoo x Chief Inspector!reader, angst, smut, horror, minor fluff, blood, mentions of weapons, minor injuries, cursing, hatefucking, marking, hair pulling, choking, face-slapping, major character death, slight yandere behaviour, mentions of mental illness and insomnia. word count: 6 100

✿Red lights by @multi-kpop-fanfics series warnings and genre: smut, angst, fingering, overstimulation, marking, unprotected sex, choking, possessive and jealous Wonwoo , cursing, toxic relationship. word count: N/A

Good to Me by @multi-kpop-fanfics series warnings and genre: fluff, smut, a bit of comedy, sexual tension, soft dom!Wonwoo, use of restraints, dirty talk, praise, oral sex (f receiving), edging, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare. word count: 5 000

horror game by @myung-heee series warnings and genre: fluff, smut, pet names, oral (f receiving), face sitting, crying, protected sex. word count: 2 500

✿rich girl by @blushnote series warnings and genre: smut, blowjob, face fucking, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, shower sex, pet names. word count: 6 708

6:30pm by @cheolhub series warnings and genre: unprotected sex, mentions of masturbation, degradation, hard dom!wonwoo. word count: 755

off limits by @hinaaspanda series warnings and genre: brother's best friend!Wonwoo, swearing, crack, smut, fingering, protected sex, dirty talk, praising. word count: 9 907

✿Cat and mouse by @wonusite series warnings and genre: bad boy!au, smut, descriptions of minor injuries, mutual pining, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, mating press, aftercare. word count: 5 600

Your games suck by @onlymingyus series warnings and genre: smut, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, pet names. word count: 2 700

distraction by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast series warnings and genre: established relationship, pwp, Dom! Wonwoo, Sub! Reader, dirty talk, breast spanking (f. receiving), nipple play (f. receiving), praise kink (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving). word count: N/A

✿The bore next door by @ncteez series warnings and genre: dom!wonwoo, bratty/sub!reader, face fucking, pussy eating, nipple biting, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, protected sex, dirty talk, praise, hair pulling. word count: 8 800

#wonwoo smut #wonwoo angst #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fic rec #jeon wonwoo angst #jeon wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #wonwoo fics

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Fandoms separated by title, feel free to request anyone not on this list or from other fandoms this is just my current list!

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

Karma x Reader: On Purpose, (fic guide)

Karma x reader (headcannons + one shots)

ACADEMIC RIVALS (karma/reader)

Tsundere Reader Hcs (Karma/Itona)

Karma/Eclass with Princess Complex Reader

Karma with S/O that cries out of anger/with a straight face

Sad during Christmas but its Karma’s birthday

[name] gets hurt while sparring with Karma

reader with insecurities

quiet reader good with kids

Hanako & Yashiro type relationship with Karma

Reader Gossiping with Karma (ft. Rio kinda)

Karma with Shinoubu-like reader

Karma with crybaby reader (fav)

perfectionist reader (who is unexpectedly like Rio and Karma)

Famous reader

two psychos who laugh during horror movies (karma x reader hanging out with Eclass)

Shy secretly delinquent reader

Muse (K.)x Artist (reader) UGH I LOVE HIM

Reader with a weapon collection

Reading him like an open book

“chill” but actually passive aggressive reader

karma comfort during a thunderstorm ..kinda!

Dating someone with a personality like his

Idol AU karma (unrelated but I didn’t realize how much I post ab him)

karma x dancer

First kiss

kpop stan reader

Karma x reader except Asano is one sidedly inlove with reader (put my SOUL into this one)

Karma hugs

Argument (timeskip angst-ish comfort)

Dating Karma Headcanons

More dating karma Headcanons

E class pushes you both into a confession

Karma / Reader fluff

Reader w toothgap

Maehara flirts with Karmas s/o, on accident. (another personal fave)

Karma and reader, cheesy pickup lines & bad puns

Karma helps reader through scary thoughts

Arcade date! KARMAAAA

flower shop au karma

karma with taller s/o

MORE KARMA HEADCANONS

Karma x detective-like reader

Online Quizzes with Karma (THAT WAS SO MANY DAMN)

— ITONA HIROBE

Tsundere Reader Hcs (Karma/Itona)

— GENERAL ASSAS CLASS

Chiba and Terasaka beat eachother up (Karma being NOSY. Koro being a dad)

reader with a gossip page on Eclass

Karma (Character Analysis, not ff)

Princess complex (Karma X reader but also E class headcannons)

— MIRACULOUS LB

Luka writes a song x reader

— OUR LIFE B&A

Two best friends like their other best friend (Cove and Derek step 2 x Reader (MC) / teasing families

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #masterlist #karma akabane #karma x reader #luka coffaine x reader #our life #olba cove #anzulvr

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ghouloflove · 10 months

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when worlds collide (pt.2)

[ in other words, the only female member of the biggest korean band in the world goes to formula 1 race in monaco with a friend; only to meet a certain ferrari driver. ]

pairing: charles leclerc x afab!oc/fc (reader is an idol)

note(s): this social media AU has its own race schedule that may not make sense but simply try to enjoy it. “Kim Soyeon” is face claimed by Soyeon from G-IDLE (recommend!). google translated Korean, French, and Italian. i tried my best to remember how certain aspects of the kpop mechanisms but it’s been awhile since I’ve in deep. also giving charles a good season so :)

—enjoy.

part one. part three.

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s0ye0nnn a week trip to austria 🇦🇹 with taetae. went to another grand prix but no tae :( but lovely sight to see how ferrari celebrates for P1 :)

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thv goal: photo trip

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s0ye0nnn 🙃

taehyung101 bro is shakespeare but photography

lilymhe so cool to meet you!! youre so ahh!

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scuderiaferrari Absolute pleasure having you with us—in our squad of winners 🏆 You must be a lucky charm, hahaa!

charles_leclerc The luckiest charm I have right now 🍀 Should we be expecting you for the next Grand Prix?

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s0ye0nnn too kind, but no :( i have….projects to work on, hahaa

thefourkimmies “I HAVE” SIR SIR SIR AND SOYEOON NN, PRKJECT????? OMFG IM FAin tting..

f1but16cl ….idk how to feel about this

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s0ye0nnn “PSYCHO” track AND music video is coming out in six weeks time, Thrusday. This is a single for the upcoming movie that your 🐻‍❄️ will be featured in, “Home of Dark Webs” (a Netflix original). Enjoy these stills and on set for the MV for now :)

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agustd hair is black or blonde?

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s0ye0nnn 임시 염료 🙂 (translation: temporary dye)

soyeonssloot hes asking the real question 😅

charles_leclerc I suppose this makes up not seeing you for the last two races and you not telling me why, haha! superbe 🤍 (translation: stunning)

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s0ye0nnn i’m glad 😆 but i watch dw :) p1 always….

↳ charles_leclerc Always my good charm. 🍀🤍

k.f1.pop wtf is going on.

cl164liverrr ayo ur on main, my boy

danielricciardo I guess not all good luck charms are sane then…

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s0ye0nnn i missed Singapore since our tours🇸🇬 was always a good time, this time no different. first grand prix back after missing three, sorry for “starving” you all of my outfits, haha! p.s thanks daniel for the company 😌

and threes weeks time like until “PSYCHO” is out ;)

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rkive 재킷? (jacket?)

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s0ye0nnn got hot -_-

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danielricciado Hey, free food and potential snippets? Count me in!

f0rmulaaa101 gtfo

s0yeonnnsloots im loving her Grand Prix “Formula 1” era rn 😗

charles_leclerc Very nice to see you in person again, my lucky charm 🤍

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s0ye0nnn p2, red 🤍

s0yeonnssloot shes flirting on main.

scuderiaferrari Such a great pleasure having you with us again, just make sure not get lost during our two week wait for the next Grand Prix! We’re expecting you, haha 🍀

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letsgossip_kpop [ Your admin 🧝‍♀️ is here TO BRING YOU THE GOSSIP ON THE STREET: Kim Soyeon of BTS and Charles Leclerc, Formula 1 driver for Ferrari, have been caught up in dating rumors! As many may know, Soyeon had attented the Monaco Grand Prix with friend Wi Ha-Jun (actor in Squid Games) four and half months back—first of many obviously. Since then, Soyeon has attended each Grand Prix expect three due to the announcement of her role in “Home of Dark Webs” and shooting for her music video of the single “PSYCHO”. She has made her return to the tracks in Singapore, accompanied by Formula 1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Into the juicy gossip, her recent instagram post, a photo dump, has her photographed in what seems to be an act gallery, wearing her leather jacket and the next, not. She commented saying “got hot”, but is that really the case? Charles Leclerc posted to instagram twice—but the last one far more interesting (photo 1); a woman in an art gallery, wearing a seemingly similar jacket to the one Soyeon wore in her post with a caption of “🤍”. To add on, his affectionate comment on her post, “Very nice to see you in person again, my lucky charm 🤍”. Of course, this is not the first time many have speculated they may be dating or been a friendly joke—but this is all too coincidental. Did she get hot simply because of the jacket or because the sexy driver boyfriend behind the camera? Stay tunned! ]

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letsgossip_kpop Enjoy the padlock look of Kim Soyeon in the second photo :) - 🧝‍♀️

k.f1.pop ive been here since the beginning and wowwww i may be delulu but the posts by her and his recent activity surrounding her—thats courting if i ever seen it

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psychoye0nn courting!?!? FUCK WE IN?? 1700s!?? LOR DOF THE RINGS??? 💀💀

supermaxstappen question 🙋‍♀️ why does she never post herself in the padlock?

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k.f1.pop shes a korean idol, part of the most known groups but also “Queen” of Aces and with the amount of photographers there already and some JUST there for HER….trust we (kpop) get enough by that, and shes know it too so she doesn’t do it cuz its BEEN done

lyannaa4 and?? guys and girls can be friends plus if they were dating, theres a reason they aint talking abt it??v

jh0pieeee ….is the queen of aces really going for a man that goes vroom vroom in circles on the weekends for a living ??? and is part of the most clown team? (f1 fan myself)

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authors final note: i hate tumblrs limit on photos. anyways oooo something is going on between soyeon and charles!! 😅 again in this sm au universe, soyeon is you. you are THAT bitch. or soyeon can be an “original character” if you want :) whatever your heart desires.

for the piano ig story of charles, here is the youtube link to what i was imaging for it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3i_5hiffjCk

check it out, it is so beautiful! might write a short piece on their meeting and this what i will be listening to as i do, haha.

ALSO!! thank you all so so much for the likes, and the reblogs!!! literally thank you so much, i almost did not post the first part but i'm so glad i did! so thank you, its nice to see that people are enjoying my work :) PART THREE IS OUT! SCROLL TO TOP OF THIS POST AND CLICK “PART THREE”—ENJOY!

--and the world is yours, until next time.

#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc x oc #f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 x oc

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bp-zb1fics · 11 months

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No, it’s not lasik

pairing: matthew x foreign student reader

genre: university au on crack (same verse as a little crazy and sunbaenim), fluff, comedy

tw/tags: teen movie makeover matt ver., pls just google lasik, mattbin unfounded allegaytions, zb1/bp side characters for comedy, a lot of banter, matt not curing a lot is canon but reader does and it's contagious, yes i love descriptions, cha woongki iconic queen, yaebin another iconic queen, the rain is a paid actor, wet tshirts, kinda stripping, kissing, making out, matt's still a loser but we love him, hanbin bday fic spoiler lowkey

wc: 2200

summary: matthew decided to give himself a makeover during your summer break.

a/n this is dedicated to @seok02, she loves matt and uni aus so here's a bit of both, i did my best, hope you like it nina~

Check my pinned for more fics~

It’s not on purpose. You just can’t stop staring. And before you can think, he’s staring back and you blurt it out.

“You’re blond.”

Matthew pauses as if he doesn’t know how to respond to that. You don’t blame him.

“Yes I am?”

You have no idea how to respond to this either.

When you and Matthew met as freshmen, he had a mop of brown hair that somewhat resembled a halfway bowl cut, chunky glasses that often slipped off his nose and a penchant for outfits that were at least 2 sizes bigger than his body. And you found him absolutely adorable. You also thought he was dating Sung Hanbin from the way he and the older boy seemed practically attached at the hip and their whole childhood friendship arc.

It was only towards the end of that year when you found out that he and Hanbin, in fact, did not like each other that way. And also Hanbin was someone else’s slightly manic boyfriend with his subtle psycho tendencies that you’ve had the absolute displeasure of witnessing. In your defence, he also got like that with Matthew sometimes so it’s not like your assumption was entirely baseless.

Now back to the situation at hand.

“So did you finally get lasik?”

“Uh, contacts? And I still have glasses, you know, just in case.”

You goggle at the trendy, wire-rimmed frames he’s holding in place of the thick, hipster ones he used to sport. Also, since when did Seok Matthew show his biceps and have they always been this large? Did someone burn his closet and replace all those oversized shirts and pants for muscle tees and straight jeans?

Maybe it’s just you but you feel the beginning of a headache trying to digest all…this. You narrow your eyes and let your exact thoughts at the moment run its course.

“Who the fuck are you and what have you done to Seok Matthew?

He sputters. Before he can answer, the door opens and Zhang Hao walks in. The senior stares at Matthew for a good ten seconds before producing a perfectly pleasant expression and saying.

“Oh Matthew, new haircut?”

Well, at least you’re not the only one. Now Matthew just looks sheepish.

“Something like that hyung.”

Chen Kuanjui follows shortly after Hao. Apparently his response to opening the door and getting jumpscared by Matthew’s new look is to freeze, eyes growing two sizes, spine arched, sort of like a cat who isn’t sure whether they’re actually in danger or it’s a prank. Several other members of the foreign student society arrive with varying degrees of reactions.

By the time Kamden slouches in, you’re almost expecting something other than his usual expression.

“Good morning,” he says to the whole group in general, eyes lazily wandering around the room before settling on Matthew. Like Hao, he takes a few good seconds to process. Then, he says.

“Matthew-ah, I don’t know what kind of drugs you were on when you decided to bleach your hair, get lasik and get dressed by some Kpop stylist but I want some of that.”

He sits down. Jay laughs. Nobody else does, probably because the only English speakers present at the moment are the four of you. Matthew sinks deeper into his seat, thoroughly flustered and bright red from all the unexpected comments.

“It’s contacts, not lasik” He mumbles, probably to Kamden. You decide now is the best time to avoid eye contact with everyone else in the room. Also, you don’t want to get caught staring at Matthew’s biceps as he flails frantically after nearly falling off his chair.

At least whatever the fuck happened over the summer didn’t come with an attitude change.

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“Soo, who talked you into this? Yaebin? She’s been wanting to burn your homeless clothes for ages.”

“Shut up,” Matthew passes you a spoon. “And they aren’t homeless clothes.”

After the foreign student society meeting finished up, you had a sudden craving for patbingsu and like the good friend he is, he offered to split with you.

“Mhmm, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” You start digging into the shaved ice. Matthew snatches one of the rice cakes you were eyeing.

“Bitch, I wanted that.” You give him the most offended expression you can muster.

“Sucks to be you, I guess.” He still passes you another one. You eat it before he gets any sneaky ideas.

Later, he’s the one who’s looking at you betrayed.

“You went to Japan and you didn’t tell me?? Fake friend, what the fuck.”

“Excuse me, I said my family went to Japan while I was in Australia. I didn’t go with them, thank fuck, I needed some me time.”

“But still,” Great, now he’s pouting. “There’s like a ton of limited edition figures that I would like die to have.”

You swear your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. This absolute dork.

“Then you go to Japan, damn, sue me I guess.”

“Uhuh, with whose money though?”

“I mean now that you’re hot and everything, I heard models get to travel for shoots and stuff.”

“Wah, you think I’m hot?”

Dammit, you’ve been caught. Retreat. Retreat.

“I was joking, forgot that models were supposed to be tall.”

“...shut up.”

“He isn’t going to deny it, I guess.”

“I will eat all of these rice cakes.”

“Bitch, don’t you dare.”

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Once you’ve gotten over yourself and realised that Matthew is the same nerdy, disgustingly nice person that you know and love (and still kinda have a crush on, not like you’re planning to admit that anytime soon), it’s easy to fall back into your usual routines. Unfortunately, the rest of campus has not gotten over themselves like you have. It’s (really) annoying.

“Omo, is that Seok Matthew or did you finally get a hot boyfriend to walk you to class?”

You sigh. Cha Woongki was a delight to sit with most of the time but he can be a shade bit dramatic. He isn’t the only one. You’ve definitely spotted a bunch of the girls (and even a few guys) whispering and throwing glances when Matthew drops you off at your lecture room. It’s one of those little things the two of you do after figuring out which classes you have for the semester.

“It’s just Matthew.”

“Lock him up, omg. You need to stake your claim on those biceps before some other person gets their claws into him.”

“Please, I can't just do that.”

“Like it’s hard? He’s like halfway in love with you, honestly, all you have to do is put a hand on those muscles, bat your pretty little eyes and tell him these babies are yours and he’ll give them to you.”

Maybe you’d take this more seriously if Woongki hadn't just given a live demo of what he wanted you to do on the unfortunate person that decided to sit on his other side. Lee Jeonghyeon eyes you both nervously before shifting so there’s at least three seats between him and Woongki.

“He’s not in love with me.”

“And I don’t want to kiss Jeonghyeonie, go figure.”

Jeonghyeon stands up and moves to a different row. You sigh again.

When class ends, Matthew’s already waiting for you outside, shifting nervously as a group of girls linger nearby, giggling and glancing over at him

“How was class?”

“Kinda chill, seongsaengnim was more on doing practical work today so I didn’t lose as many brain cells, you?”

“I think my head might explode.”

“Yikes, that bad?”

“Yeah. Oh, by the way, we’re gonna drive out somewhere on the weekend, wanna come?”

“...You can’t drive though.”

“Sorry, I mean Hanbin-hyung is going to drive us, some kind of day trip thing, they’re still figuring out if we can do an overnight, maybe some camping, it’ll be fun.”

“Hmmm”

“You should go.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Eyyy, go already, come onnn.”

“.....”

“I’ll pay for food?”

“..Okay fine.”

“Nice! It’s going to be fun, I promise.”

Well, if Matthew looks that excited, you’re pretty sure it’s going to be fun. Honestly, you didn’t need that much convincing but you can’t keep caving every time he uses his sunshine smile like that. (you still do, though).

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Because Matthew agreed to pay for your food, you’re doing groceries together the day before the trip. By together, you mean Matthew pushes the cart and you pick out the goods and very occasionally you argue over the merits of a certain snack or whether you really need to bring that much alcohol for a potentially overnight trip. (you do)

Any good relationship friendship is all about compromise.

“You’re seriously making me broke this early in the sem?” He tells you once you get to check-out.

“You offered, no take backs.”

He pays for it anyway and insists on carrying most of the bags. No, you are not looking at the way his biceps are straining especially when his clumsy ass nearly faceplants as you walk out.

Of course that’s when it starts raining like hell froze over and decided to come at you. Both of you start laughing and swearing like absolute idiots and you make the cardinal mistake of looking Matthew in the eye.

Apparently getting hot over the summer means that he looks devastatingly Kdrama male lead attractive in the rain. His hair manages to maintain that wet look that happens to be showing forehead. Droplets of water dripping down his face and neck like the rain decided to be a paid actor when it made contact with his body. And his eyes crinkle and he’s smiling and you feel your heart drop into your ass and then levitate out of your body like it sprouted wings. Seriously, how can he look at you like that when you probably look like a drowned rat?

You’re tracking puddles as you reach his dorm room, shoving the wet plastic grocery bags to the side and grabbing towels.

“We gotta change.” Matthew notes. And with absolutely no warning, he begins to take off his shirt. You’re in hell.

First of all, today, of all days was when Matthew decided to wear a white shirt. Which means you are treated to a nearly transparent and downright illegal view of wet fabric plastered to the ripped muscles of his back, shoulder muscles moving as he tries to peel the shirt off. And you can’t even get started on his arms, they’ve been the bane of your existence for days. And because he’s an idiot, he’s actually struggling to get his shirt off, seconds dragging out your agony. He turns and you catch sight of his bare abs and your brain-to-mouth filter decides to unalive itself.

“Okayy, damn, I didn’t ask for a strip show.”

Matthew looks up and you’re suddenly struck by the horrible feeling that both of you know you’re checking him out. Maybe the rain got into his brain too because he proceeds to walk up to you, open his mouth and say the most unSeok Matthew thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“You know you like it.”

Dead silence. Maybe you’ve actually died because you can’t believe he just said that. Also you’re so sure you’re blushing because you’re being treated to a front-row view of how his wet shirt plasters against the outline of his abs and pecs. It’s kinda, really fucking unfair. Finally, you look up at him and muster the most unimpressed look you can because that line was so bad and he’s such a fucking dork but also you might as well shoot your shot.

“...Bitch, just kiss me already.”

Matthew kisses you already. It’s great. He somehow manages to be warm against you even though you’re both absolutely soaked. There’s a lot of free real estate to grab onto so you’ve finally got your hands on his biceps, squeezing them as he catches your bottom lip between his. He tastes faintly of mint and also those fruit popsicles you had earlier. His hands slide down to your sides, rolling up your wet shirt a little so he can thumb over your bare skin. Something hot explodes in your stomach as his lips press warm against your neck.

It’s really fucking hot except you’re both still wet and gross from the rain and Matthew nearly slips and gives both of you concussions. You burst out laughing as he apologises sheepishly.

“For the record,” You tell him later once you’re showered and dry and on his couch wearing his hoodie with your legs on his lap. “I liked you with those nerdy glasses even if you dressed like Seo Taji and Boys decided to make a comeback.”

“Yaebin said the same thing.” He pouted. “But you were all over that acting major last year and I thought he was your type.”

You choke. “Bak Doha? I went on like two dates with him and one of them was because Woongki dared me too. Second one was because he was actually a nice guy and I felt bad so I treated him out for chicken.”

“Eyyy, next time only treat me out for chicken.”

“...be glad I still find you cute.”

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cultofdionysusnet · 9 months

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ficrec Week 15: Horror AU

Due to the nature of this genre, all works are automatically rated M for Mature. However, there will be a separate warning for gore and/or violence. Fics marked with "*" aren't tagged with gore/violence, but may contain it, please proceed with caution.

ATEEZ

Arachnophobia by @kwanisms (Gore TW)

The Shadows of Despair by @anyamaris (Gore TW)

Better Run~ by @sanjoongie (Gore TW)

Welcome To Wonderland by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

A World Turned Red by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

Fake Love by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

I'll Bleed For You by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

GRIMOIRE: TALE OF TALES. DAY 13. by @thelargefrye (Gore TW)

To Tempt Fate by @mint-yooxgi (Gore TW)

Hotel California by @mint-yooxgi *

kill to the beat. by @thelargefrye (Gore TW)

Kinktober Day 31 by @mint-yooxgi *

DR JEKYLL N' HYDE by @ja3hwa *

Scenarios & edits : Ateez as || horror and thriller psychos by @essenteez (Gore TW)

reaper by @seacottons *

Ateez Insuetis by @joongalez *

I Think I Saw You In My Sleep, Darling by @thanks-its-versace *

The hunter by @multidreams-and-desires (Gore TW)

Stray Kidz

What's Your Favourite Scary Movie? by @hwxnghyynjin (Gore TW)

Tomorrow X Together

Exorcism by @kpoptrashlord-007 *

Others

The Doctor WIll See You Now (EXO's Chanyeol) by @kwanisms (Gore TW)

Nature's Deadly Call (EXO OT11) by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

Monster (EXO OT11) by @mint-yooxgi *

The Neighbor's Son (ATEEZ's Wooyoung and The Boyz's Sangyeon) by @sanjoongie (Gore TW)

Paranoid (NCT's Taeyong) by @mint-yooxgi *

Kinktober Day 31.5 (NCT's Jaehyun) by @mint-yooxgi *

#cultofdionysusnet #ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Fanfiction Recommendations #CoDN Week 15 #Horror AU #horror au #horror #ateez #stray kids #txt

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12 am anon here. okay so uh we havent talked about it cause i rly dunno how to tell them “yeah i think ur rly cute and i love it when you ramble abt the things you like and sometimes i do wanna kiss u” . anyways what songs do u think are dick grayson coded

personally some that come to mind are surface pressure from encanto, bad idea right and brutal by olivia rodrigo, and nerves by dpr ian. spring day by bts specifically when it comes to donna and wally and all his other dead loved ones

*older post I'm getting to now, 12 am anon and girlfriend are happily together, I just needed time to collate a list*

But that aside, you are literally the cutest. You make me so happy every time ;)

Surface Pressure, Bad Idea Right, and Brutal are all spot on!

I'd never heard Nerves before but now I've listened to it on repeat

Spring Day (eng ver) hadn't even entered my mind but now it won't get out.

Honestly all of Taylor Swift's and Olivia Rorigo's songs match Dick so perfectly

Orange are feel goods/exciting/dramatic story creation types

Blacks are sad/meloncholy/reflection songs about the darker side

I guess this is a Dick Grayson playlist.

Songs-

Come Hang Out by AJR - The Titans with Dick

You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring - self-explanatory.

Warriors of the Mind

You're on your own kid

This kpop song (anon knows, you might too)

My Version of You by Beth Crowley - reminded me of Tim and Dick's relationship when they fought during Dick's Batman era

Stop you're losing me by Taylor Swift - matches Dick fighting with Bruce

Unstoppable by Sia - reminds me of how the entire Superhero community relies on Dick and how he reacts in response

Let the Games Begin by AJR - is Dick constantly acting and ready for attention. Dick dealing with Gotham high society

Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons - embodies him in his entirety. If there's one song that defines him, it's this for me.

Toxic Thoughts by Faith Marie - Him struggling with his insecurities of breaking his own records

Welcome to the Show by Britt Nicole - Robin Dick being a little psycho and taking his team on an adventure

The First One by Astrid S - careful. It's about Nightwing (1996) Issue #134. Not sure if it can be considered canon or not, it's a gray area for me

Leader of the Landslide by The Lumineers - Basically Dick's reaction to Bruce abandoning him with all the kids and him being protective of them. Relates to Gotham War most clearly but always

Fire by Gavin Degraw - Dick's bamfness and journey

Christmas Kids by Roar - Here comes Bruce's messed up attachment issues to Dick

Million to One by Camila Cabello - Dick's perfectionist issues and dreams of being greater

If You Go Down ( I'm Going Down Too) by Kelsea Ballerini - Dick and Donna's ride or die relationship.

Don't Think Just Run by Beth Crowley - Dick, leadership, and the superheroes' reliance on him

Labour - Dick hypothically getting tired of Bruce dumping every single thing on him

Panic Room by Au/Ra - Scarecrow telling Dick in Knight Terrors that his fear may be the scariest fear of them all. I'm just imagining everyone getting trapped in Dick's head and being forced to face his fear. That would be such a fun story to write.

Rise by Katy Perry - Dick will always overcome and thrive.

Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga - Dick with the Titans just as they score a major victory

Human by Christina Perri - Dick asking for a reprieve (in his head)

Human by Krewlla - Same but sadder

Dress by Charlotte Sands - Other people falling in love with Dick

Gold Rush by Taylor Swift - How other people fall in love wiht Dick told through the eyes of Barbara or Kori

Heart of Stone by Six the Musical - Dick's unwavering love for Bruce

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths - Dick is Achilles.

Geronimo by Sheppard - Silver Age Teen Titans era except it's all of them.

Circus by Britney Spears - C'mon. He's performer born for the spotlight.

Je vole by Louane - Dick's message to Bruce about him leaving

Je vais t'aimer by Louane - The intensity of Dick's love that sometimes leaves his lovers entralled, breathless, and scared.

Location by AJR - Dick reaching out to someone (not necessarily romantic)

Bird Set Free by Sia - Dick lives for himself and his morals. He lives for peace.

She Sets the City on Fire by Gavin Degraw - Other people's point of view of Dick

Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey - Dick's grief and mourning for Bruce's passing

Wonderland by Taylor Swift - Roy and Dick's relationship

Head Above the Water by Avril Lavigne - Dick being the superhero community's rock and leadership.

Nightmare by Halsey - Dick's a little wild but that's the reason he's still alive. This is just him going after Blockbuster.

Graveyard by Halsey - Dick literally keeping Bruce from destroying himself

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy - Just Dick raising super powered team after team and yanking everyone onto their feet

Pompeii by Bastille - Dick's perspective after the bombing of Bludhaven

The entire sour album by Olivia Rodigro - To describe Dick and Bruce after Bruce fired him

Troublemaker by Olly Murs - How literally none of his exes can let him go

Issues by Julia Michaels - Dick and Kori's relationship

See You Again by Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth - Dick and the Titans

Monster by Eminem and Rihanna - The amount of times people have told Dick he was crazy and he laughed and did it anyway

Superhero by Simon Curtis - Teen Titans Dick

Thunder by Imagine Dragons - Dick always takes charge of himself and his own destiny

A Million Dreams, the Greatest Showman - It literally sounds like Dick's inner thoughts to make Gotham a better place

Brave by Sara Bareilles - It's reminiscent of Dick's speech to Conner

Secrets and Lies by Death Note the Musical - This is Outsiders Dick Grayson to a T

Playing His Game by Death Note the Musical - This is how Dick solves all his crimes and mysteries

Drinking alone by Carrie Underwood - Ric Grayson

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson playlist #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

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ace-angel-judas · 2 years

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Loud Confrontation

Pairing: Lost Girl/Seventeen

Series: LOSTxGIRL Fake Kpop Group AU

Genre: A bit awkward?

Synopsis: The group next door is being very loud and Chaewon does what Chaewon does best.

Another loud cheer made Hazel jump, slowly opening her eyes and groaning. Could she not have a nap in peace? The group beside them was being loud, constantly laughing or cheering.

Even Eunji looked a bit annoyed, taking her earphones out.

"I can hear them with the volume turned all the way up," Eunji murmured.

"They sound like a boy group," Hazel mumbled, "They probably have a lot of members,"

A loud laugh cut through the air and now Chaewon was standing up, a grumpy look on her face. Yua furrowed her brows together, grabbing Chaewon's arm.

"What are you doing?" Yua asked.

"Telling them to SHUT UP!"

Hazel and Eunji both shared a look, quickly scurrying after Chaewon as she stormed out of the dressing room. Yua followed them, a nervous look on her face.

Chaewon opened the door without hesitation, slamming it against the door as she glared at the group inside. The group went silent, looking back at the small girl.

"Will you all shut the f-"

Eunji slapped her hands over Chaewon's mouth, eyes going wide. Did no one teach this kid the importance of asking nicely? Chaewon struggled underneath her grip, still trying to yell despite the hand over her mouth.

"Sorry, um..," Hazel swallowed thickly, "She has a temper,"

Trying to close the door, Hazel squeak as someone grabbed the other side, opening it back up again. Eunji had handed Chaewon over to Yua, the maknae still brimming with rage.

"We could have been naked!" Hoshi announced.

"It wouldn't have been much to look out!" Chaewon blurted, "Your all obviously making up-"

Yua pressed a hand over Chaewon's mouth, there were a few laughs coming from inside the room as Chaewon was silenced.

"I'm sorry," Hazel bowed, "I am really sorry-"

"Actually, no," Eunji spoke up, cutting off Hazel, "All of you are being extremely loud and you need to be a bit considerate of the people around you,"

The boys in the room all shared a look, one of them smiled softly and nodded.

"Sorry about the noise," Seungcheol apologized, "Hoshi can be a bit loud sometimes,"

Eunji nodded, arms crossed over her chest, "Good,"

"And sorry about Chaewon bursting in here," Hazel added on, "She has a bit of a temper,"

"Do I get an apology?" Hoshi looked at Chaewon, "Didn't you just say we weren't much to look at?"

Hazel and Eunji both looked at Chaewon expectantly, only for her to shrug.

"I don't have anything to apologize for," Chaewon stated, "I stand by my statement,"

Chaewon and Hoshi were both staring at each other. Chaewon stood proudly, arms crossed over chest while Hoshi stared down at her, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Brat,"

"Psycho,"

Hazel and Seungcheol both looked at each other, slightly embarrassed.

"I think we're just gonna go..," Hazel mumbled, "I am really sorry,"

"Me too," Seungcheol nodded, "I'm Seungcheol, We're Seventeen..,"

Nodding, Hazel bowed softly, "Hazel, We're Lost Girl,"

"Just because your seventeen doesn't mean your volume has to be-"

Yua slapped her hand over Chaewon's mouth again, dragging the maknae away. Hazel groaned as she followed Eunji, the eldest member shaking her head.

"She really just yelled at one of the most popular groups here and called one of them a psycho..," Hazel groaned.

"Sometimes I feel like she needs a mental evaluation..," Eunji mumbled.

#lost girl original kpop group au #ace: lost girl #lost girl original group au #lost girl original group #ace: chaewon #ace: hazel #ace: yua #ace: eunji

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noyasaur · 4 months

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★ . WELCOME , to saturn's list of desired realities! this list contains all of my desired realities and links to the masterlists of posts made about said dr. this list will be updated regularly 🐳🐚

⇢ main desired realities

✧ enhypen 8th member

✧ university student/bakery owner

✧ jujutsu kaisen

✧ jojo's bizaare adventure

✧ ever after high

✧ ninjago

⇢ other desired realities

✧ freesia (kpop fan to idol + own gg)

✧ k-idol royalty au

✧ enha / k-idol vampire academy (academic rivals au)

✧ enha / k-idol superhero academy au

✧ enha / k-idol jujutsu kaisen au

✧ k-idol fantasy au

✧ enha / k-idol street racer au

✧ actor dr

✧ valorant

✧ k-idol valorant inspired au

✧ k-idol mob psycho inspired au

✧ new jeans 6th member

✧ lesserafim 6th member

✧ star vs the forces of evil

✧ more coming soon...

"the impossible, is indeed possible" ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦢

#noyasaur #🪐 ― saturn's masterlists!#🪐 ― saturn's drs!#i think she likes kpop guys #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #desired realities #shiftblr #shifting community #shifting realities #reality shifter #kpop shifter #kpop shifting

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sheepaleepz · 1 year

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Ohey new pinned post

hey there i’m sheepa :) this is the main blog i follow from but i got a couple sideblogs for specific fandoms if you’re into that

some of the stuff i reblog is nsfw! but i do tag it accordingly (either nsfw or nsfw text) if you’re not comfy with that

A lil bit more about me! i’m a queer, biracial (black/white) artist! i’ve been mostly oc-brained on the art front but i still quite enjoy lurking in fandom spaces. i’m also a band kid and i play bass guitar and trombone! i’m (slowly) working on a webcomic called October BEAT and a book series with my partner called Essence (working title). i’ve also got some other ocverses going on. i’d like to use this blog as an actual BLOG a little more so we’ll see if i go on any ramblings in the near future

Here are my main sideblogs!

@sheepaleepz-but-art --> my art blog!

@yammering-salad --> my guild wars 2 blog!

@resetswap-au --> my UT fancomic! It’s discontinued but it’s a fun lil archive if you wanna check that out

Here's some stuff I’m into!

Guild Wars 2

DnD

Legend of Zelda

Rottmnt (and tmnt in general!)

Lies of P

Genshin Impact

Kpop (Mostly just (G)I-DLE and ATEEZ tho)

Undertale

Mob Psycho (as well as a few other animes!)

The Sims 4

Ultrakill

SIGNALIS

Iron Widow

Lord of the Rings

Splatoon

Aaand a lot of other random stuff that I can’t remember off the top of my head lol

my oc tag is #sheepa’s ocs (that’s on my art blog tho). most of my original content can be found on either my art blog or my gw2 blog. anyways hello :)

#pinned post

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Paranoid - Slight Yandere!Psycho!Taeyong X Reader

Slight Yandere!AU & Psycho!AU

Genre: Horror, Angst, Mature

Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Words: 3,806

Warnings: Slightly deranged and delusional Taeyong. Also, this is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: For a certain someone~ They know who they are, hehehe... Just something I thought of the other day and haven’t been able to get out of my head. Didn’t mean for it to turn yandere but oh well, I hope you enjoy it! As always, I do not believe Taeyong would act like this, this is just my interpretation of the archetype. Enjoy, and feedback is greatly appreciated!

There will not be a part two to this.

“You know what to do when you get in there?” The voice of Taeil, the police chief, sounds from beside you as he leads you down the hallway.

“I believe so,” you reply, nodding slightly, a small furrow to your brow.

The news outlets almost immediately caught wind of the notorious killer, Lee Taeyong, being captured and taken into custody. His name is almost known to everyone in the city by now, and as soon as Taeyong appeared on the news, handcuffed and being lead to the police headquarters, the whole city collectively breathed a sigh of relief. Though for you, it’s short lived.

Ever since you received the call earlier in the day, you’ve been on edge. You’re shocked, to say the least, that the police would call you in to question a man you have never met before in your life, whom has apparently been continuously asking for you. To say you’re nervous would be an understatement.

You have no idea why he would ask for you, or how he even knows you in the first place. What’s really concerning for you, is how often he’s mentioned you, according to the police. At least once every twenty minutes or so.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you nearly bump into Taeil as he stops in front of a solid steel door.

“He’s just through there,” Taeil motions to the door with his head. “I, as well as a few other members of my team will be in that room right beside you,” again, he motions to another door near the two of you with his head, “listening in and watching through the two way mirror. If anything happens, we will intervene immediately. There will also be a guard stationed inside the room with you.”

“Okay,” you reply, voice slightly shaky.

“Do you remember what you need to ask him?” He looks into your eyes, and you do your best not to let them show how you’re feeling.

“I think so,” you sigh, rubbing your hands against the sides of your arms to warm yourself against the chill that’s just run up your spine.

“Good,” he nods once, going to turn away in the next second before halting and looking to you once more. “Oh, and (Y/n)?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Thank you for agreeing to do this,” he shoots you a small smile.

“Yeah,” you send a weak one back. “Sure.”

Without another word, Taeil enters the room right beside the one you’re standing in front of. You watch as the door falls shut, turning to face the one leading to the room you’re dreading on entering.

Taking a deep breath to help calm yourself, you knock on the door using the three knock pattern Taeil told you to use. You hear a bit of movement on the other side of the door before a you hear a lock slide, and the door opening soon after, revealing the stationed officer inside of the room. He nods to you, sending you a sympathetic look before stepping aside to let you into the room.

Keeping your head bowed slightly, you enter the room, hearing the door close and lock almost immediately behind you. You’ve been told that the guard will be standing at the door the whole time you’re questioning Taeyong, being your first line of defence if anything is to happen.

Raising your head, you take in the scene around you, letting out a long breath through your nose.

The first thing you notice about the man sitting at the table in front of you, is his vibrant red hair, styled up and away from his face. His hands are placed on the table, clasped in front of him with a set of silver handcuffs on his wrists, keeping him locked to the table. He has yet to look at you, or so you think, for he seems to be staring at his hands.

In an instant, he shifts his gaze over to you, a warm smile coming to rest on his features as he takes in you standing there. You freeze, blood running cold as he looks at you, almost like a man seeing their lover come home after a long day of being away from them.

“Baby, I’m so glad you came,” his voice is soft, gentle, as he continues to stare at you. “Come, join me.”

You say nothing in response, too scared to speak at the moment as you move cautiously to the chair set out across from him. His smile only seems to widen as he watches you sit down opposite him, leaning forwards slightly in his own seat as if to get closer to you.

Taking a good look at his face, you manage to meet his eyes. You notice how he still looks at you fondly, and you have to admit, if the situation was different, and you happened to run into him in a better context, you would think he’s attractive. A fact which makes a shiver run down your spine, for you know he’s probably used his looks to his advantage in his killings before. The fact that he doesn’t exactly look like a killer bothers you, but then again, sometimes they never do until they’re caught.

“We need to talk,” your voice comes out stronger than you thought it would, and it surprises you as you recall Taeil’s words of how to steer the conversation.

“Yes, we do,” he leans back, hands still resting on the table as his gaze flicks over to the guard stationed in front of the door. “I’m sorry, my love, but I won’t speak in front of anyone else but you.”

His comment almost causes your brows to furrow. You’ve been told that he’s smart, so certainly he knows about the two-way mirror, considering it faces him, meaning you couldn’t be alone, even if you wanted to.

“If they,” he makes a point of shifting his gaze to the mirror behind you, silencing your thoughts on the matter as his eyes darken, “want to get anything out of me, he,” Taeyong motions to the guard with his chin, “will leave the room.”

You look over to the guard with almost pleading eyes, asking him for help with what to do. Taeil never mentioned you’d be alone with Taeyong, but the whole reason you’ve been brought in is to get him to talk. You bite your lip.

“That’s up to her,” the guard repeats the words Taeil has just uttered into his earpiece. “Boss’ orders.”

He locks gazes with you, and you allow your shoulders to relax. Steeling your resolve, you nod slightly, “it’s okay, you can leave us.”

If you can’t get anything out of Taeyong, like a confession, then there’s no point in you coming all this way in the first place. It’s time to swallow your fear for the moment and put on a brave face. You’ll be safe, or so you keep telling yourself. After all, the police are just a room away.

“If you’re sure,” the guard says, looking at you warily.

“Yes,” you nod, letting him see the determination shining in your eyes. “I’m sure.”

With a final nod your way, the guard is unlatching the door, and stepping through it in the next moment. Once the door shuts, you’re turning your attention back to the man in front of you, noticing how he now sits with his one elbow on the table, head resting in his hand as he stares at you.

“You look even more beautiful since the last time I saw you,” he grins, almost as if he’s in a daze.

You’re taken aback by his words, blinking a few times at the thought of him possibly stalking you or something, but you push that to the back of your mind at the moment for the greater good.

“Thank you?” It comes out sounding more like a question than anything, making you swallow dryly.

He smiles brightly at you, eyes crinkling at the sides, “of course! I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I never complimented you, now, would I?”

“You’re not my boyfriend,” comes your immediate response, and from the way his expression drops, you almost regret your response.

“That’s right,” he’s back to smiling, almost sheepishly now. “I never did get a chance to ask you before all of this.”

“I’ve never met you before in my life,” you say, and you watch as his brow furrows in slight anger. Or maybe it’s disappointment.

“You don’t have to lie in front of me, baby,” he laces his fingers together in front of himself on the table. “I’ll get out of here and we’ll be together once more, don’t worry.”

“I’ve never seen you in person before today, nor spoken with you,” you say once more, sitting tall to stare at him from across the table.

“It’s okay, baby,” he sighs. “You may not remember, but I know the truth.”

“Taeyong, I want to ask you something,” you state, placing one of your hands on the table to rest your arm. The more time you spend in this room, the safer you feel, for nothing has happened yet, and you trust the police to protect you in case anything is to happen. You find your confidence increasing, too. Taeil’s instructions on making this interaction feel like a casual conversation ringing through your mind.

“I love it when you say my name,” he hums, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. He opens them soon after, only to see you staring him down, serious. “Of course you can. Ask me anything.”

“Before I do, promise me one thing,” you lock eyes with him once more, and he nods.

“Anything,” his eyes are shining with sincerity.

“Tell me the truth,” you say, blinking at him a few times, and just hoping it comes across as sweet. “You’d never lie to me, would you, Taeyong?”

“Of course not,” he grins slightly, almost sad that you would accuse him of such a thing. “I would never lie to you.”

“Good,” this time, it’s your turn to nod. “Did you kill these three people?”

With those words, you quickly reach into your jacket, pulling out the pictures which have been provided for you to use, and sliding them across the table towards him. He reaches out, purposely brushing his fingers against yours as he slides one of the pictures closer to himself, eyes hooded as he looks down at them.

“I may or may not have had a hand in preventing them from breathing any longer,” he replies, gaze flicking back up to meet yours as he pushes the photos away.

“Why?”

“How else am I supposed to get you to notice me?” He chuckles, as if it’s the simplest answer in the books.

“Notice you?” Your brow furrows.

“You’re here now, aren’t you?” His brow quirks, grin pulling at his lips as another pleased chuckle escapes him.

“So are you,” you counter, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Must be fate,” he winks, and you have to physically stop yourself from shuddering in disgust.

A small silence passes over the two of you as you prepare yourself for what you’re about to say. Taking a deep breath, as well as swallowing despite the dryness you feel in your mouth, you begin to speak.

“Did you-“ you pause, tensing slightly, “did you enjoy it?”

“Enjoy what, exactly?” He quirks a brow. “The way it felt to prey on an unsuspecting victim? The chase? The feeling of the first blow against his head with a hammer?” He points to a photo and you gulp. “Or maybe the feeling of hands pressing around her neck as the life drained from her eyes?” He points to another. “Or maybe, just maybe, the spray of his blood as a knife sliced through his skin?” He grins, maniacally, loving the brief look of fear that flashes through your eyes. “Maybe I enjoyed all of it, but how does that make me any different from someone enjoying their favourite food, or their favourite song?”

“You’re sick,” you recoil from the table, eyes wide as you stare at him in complete shock. Fear courses through your veins as you watch his eyes darken as he continues to stare you down.

“How are my crimes any worse than the crimes they’ve committed?” His gaze flashes to the photos and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest.

“Crimes? What crimes?” You speak, words coming out in a rush due to the state you’re in now.

“You don’t remember? Take a closer look, darling, each one of them has wronged you in some way or another,” his eyes soften as they look at you, despite the snarl on his lips. “How could I not punish them for what they’ve done?”

You’re heartbeat is ringing in your ears as you look down at the photos once more, eyes tracing over every detail of the three people depicted in them. Your breathing picks up as you examine their faces, lips parting as small memories flash in your mind.

The first man, you remember now. He had accidentally bumped into you on the street, pushing you over in his rush to get somewhere. The girl, you remember her now, too. She had cut in front of you in the line at your favourite coffee shop one day, but you simply chalked it up to her not realizing since you didn’t say anything.

The last man, though, causes you to push your chair back, causing it to screech against the floor in your haste to stand. He had catcalled you one evening on your way home from work, and you were grateful he didn’t bother to follow you afterwards.

Each one of these people are connected to you in some way, whether you realized it before or not.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look back to see Taeyong grinning at you maniacally. Each time you encountered these people, you now realize, Taeyong has been there, too.

The man with the kind eyes, face hidden behind a face mask, with chestnut coloured hair, that helped you off the ground, but didn’t speak to you. The boy wearing the black baseball cap sitting in the corner by the windows, watching you with narrowed eyes as he sips on his coffee. And finally, the man sitting behind the steering wheel of his car as you walked past on the street, pace quickening with every step as you heard the car door slam behind you that one evening.

He’s been there, every single time, and who knows how many more instances of which you’ve never noticed him.

“No,” you whisper, backing up until your back hits the wall, sliding down until your knees are to your chest in defeat, looking at your lap as you stare in disbelief. “This can’t be.”

In an instant, you feel comforting hands around you, and you think them to be of either the guard, or Taeil, ready to lead you out of the room. However, you tense once you hear his voice right by your ear. In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder when exactly he freed himself from his restraints.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Taeyong coos, rubbing your back soothingly as you attempt to break out of his hold. “Now you see why I had to kill them.”

Before he can say, or do, anything else, the door to the room is bursting open, the police barging into the room. They harshly rip him off of you, him thrashing and shouting insults the whole time, though he starts to become more violent in his movements once he sees Taeil help you off of the ground, and start to lead you out of the room.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” You can still hear his shouts from down the hallway as the guards retain him. “Let me go! I’ll kill you if you touch her!”

Once Taeil deems it a safe distance from the room, he stops walking, turning you to face him.

“Are you alright?” He asks, worry clear on his face as he sees your bewildered expression, tears dotting the corners of your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly, using the sleeve of your jacket to dab at your eyes.

“You did great tonight,” he tells you, rubbing your arm in comfort. “We got what we needed from him, thank you so much.” You nod, refusing to meet his gaze. “We will need to have you come back in a few day’s time to question you about what happened tonight, but for now, I suggest you go home and get some rest. If we have any immediate questions for you, we’ll give you a call.”

You simply nod your head once more, voice failing you at the moment. Taeil seems to understand this, so he speaks once more.

“You’re safe now, he won’t be bothering you ever again,” he assures you, and you shoot him a faint smile. “Get home safely, and do not hesitate to call us if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” you manage to get out weakly, before turning to head to the parking lot where your car is to head home for the evening.

Sitting in your car at a red light, your eyes begin to sting from the unshed tears. Your heart has yet to stop racing since the final events in that room, and no matter how tightly you grip the steering wheel, you can feel your hands shaking. The information learned tonight is sudden, unexpected, and you don’t know how to handle it.

Pulling into your driveway, you cut the engine, sitting in your car and staring blankly at your garage door for a few minutes. You’ve managed to calm down slightly on the rest of the way home, but you’re still shaken at the events that took place.

Never in a million years would you have expected to have some kind of relation to a series of murders. Moments of which you’ve brushed off or forgotten due to their insignificance after a few days time, clearly meant something more to him. A shiver runs down your spine.

Stepping out of your car, you’re quick to unlock your front door and retreat inside the comfort of your own home. You make sure to triple check the locks on all the doors and windows, despite what Taeil has told you. You can’t stop his words from earlier from creeping into your mind, and now that you remember bumping into him those three times, you can’t help but to wonder how many more times you’ve encountered him, but simply brushed it off.

You let out a sigh, running a hand over your face to help calm yourself down. Shaking your head, you make your way upstairs and to your room. You figure you should just get ready for bed and sleep this off, seeing as you’ve managed to exhaust yourself from the events of the evening. Things should be better in the morning. You hope.

Crawling into bed once you’re ready, you decide to take your mind off of things by watching some television before bed. Flipping through the channels until you find some random cartoon you used to love as a kid, you settle into bed.

You barely pay attention to the screen, opting to scroll through your phone instead. However, a loud beeping from the television catches your attention as the screen goes red, white letters spelling out ‘Breaking News’ flashing across it in the next second before flipping to a news anchor.

“We interrupt your regular scheduled programming to update you on a shocking development from the police headquarters. Killer Lee Taeyong has escaped custody and is roaming the city freely. We advise all citizens to double check their locks and remain inside until the police can locate and detain him once more,” the news anchor says, and you swear your breathing has stopped, eyes wide as your stare at the screen, drowning out the anchor who repeats their statement once more.

You nearly jump in alarm as you hear your home phone start ringing. You slowly reach for it, hand shaking as you answer the call, bringing the phone to your ear hesitantly.

“Hello?” Your voice comes out shaky, barely above a whisper.

“(Y/n)? Oh, thank god,” Taeil nearly breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m sure you’ve already heard the news, but Taeyong has escaped custody. We’re sending someone to come get you, they should be with you in about ten minutes.”

“Oh, okay,” you breathe, hand clutching the phone to your ear like a lifeline as your heart races in your chest.

“Just stay on the phone with me until-“ he gets cut off as the line goes dead, the power cutting out in your house.

You nearly shriek as you become shrouded in darkness, fear growing even as you hear your neighbour complaining loudly through the walls about the power cutting out.

Grabbing your phone, you turn on the flashlight, placing the landline back onto the receiver for now. You can faintly hear some noises coming from outside your house over the rushing of the blood in your ears, feeling as if your heart is about to burst right through your chest.

Standing up, you decide to do a final check on all your doors and windows to make sure they’re locked, especially since you can hear some movement coming from outside. Moving downstairs, you quickly check your garage door, as well as your front door, breathing a sigh of relief once you see the locks are still in place.

Checking the back door, you see the lock still in place, but it almost looks as if someone’s touched it. Then again, you probably did that in your rush to check the locks earlier. You breathe a sigh of relief, feeling slightly safer knowing your doors are still locked. Now, to check the windows.

Just as you move to check the first one, you nearly drop your phone as you feel it vibrate in your hands, signalling that you’ve gotten a text message.

Turning your phone’s screen to face you, your brow furrows as you see an unknown number has texted you. Figuring it to be Taeil, you’re quick to unlock your phone to check the message, though you freeze once you read what it says.

Unknown: Told you I’d get out.

“Baby,” a scream lodges itself in your throat as you feel an arm snake around your waist from behind as a hand comes up to cover your mouth, Taeyong’s voice sounding right beside your ear as he buries his face in your neck. “It’s so good to be home.”

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hiyorri-n · 3 years

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Mob Psycho 100 K-pop!AU

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Old fan art of Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo from the "Mob Psycho 100" in K-pop!AU

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21.0×29.7 cm

Color paper for pastels, graphite pencil, color pencils, black/blue ink, white guache

2018

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you are my strange addiction| choi san

genre: kinda psycho au, sanxreader

summary: you and san were the most adorable and wild couple you can imagine. san love you like hell, but you didn’t know about his secrets.

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You couldn’t belive what happend. You couldn’t belive that love of your life lied to you. Few minutes ago your friend text you news that your ex boyfriend was part of mafia and he killed somenone, so now he is in psychiatrist. Now everything makes sense. Why ex?

About two months ago San came to your house without smile. All strict and serious.

“Y/N we need to talk.”

“San? What’s going on? Did something happend?”

“You know that I love you the most in whole world, right? You are the most precious and important person to me, honey. I will love you until I die. You are my one and only.”

“Okay, but why are you telling me this right now? San, please tell me what’s going on?”

“I need to let go of you. I love you y/n, but we need to break up. It’s all for you.”

You didn’t notice when tears start running trough your face.

“For me? You love me but break up with me? Break up with me for me? You fuckin liar!” You shouted. “Did you cheated on me? How can break up be for me?”

“You don’t understand this, my love. Remember no matter what I still love you.”

And with this he left. He left like nothing happend. You trow yourself on bed and cry more. You were with San about 4 years, you really love him and you tought that he loves you too. How can he break up with you like that?

Now it makes sense, he break up with you for your safety. Maybe he knew that police is about to find out, and he tried to hide you. You miss San like nothing else. You didn’t want anything, you just wanted to be in his arms again and talk about some things you two like. Have deep conversation with him. Cuddle with him and tell about your two problems. But he was gone.

You can’t count how many nights your cried because of San. Because you miss him.

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You came back from university and you walked in to your room, but you had call. You didn’t know this phone number, but you decided to answer the call.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, why?”

“I am direcot of psychiatrist. This one when I work is your lovely Choi San. I have question. Do you want to meet with him?”

It was obvious. You miss him and haven’t seen him in month. You couldn’t miss this chance.

“Of course. I want to!”

“Perfect. Can you be there tommorow? I’m gonna send you our address.”

“Okay, I can.”

“Awesome. See you y/n!”

“See you.”

You were in shock, because you didn’t expecnt this call. Also, you were very happy that you will be able to see your love.

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You walked out of taxi. You were at the end of South Korea. Day was rainy and gloomy. Not the best day to meet with your San, but you couldn’t change the weather. In front of gate was standing male all in black. His face was straight with 0 emotions. You were a little bit scared, because this place don’t look too friendly.

“Who are you lady?”

“I am y/n. Director called me yesterday and asked if I can came, so here I am.

“You need to wait. I have to check if it’s true.”

It took few minutes, till you could walked in. When you were inside, next to your side approach some tall guy with a little smile on his face. He leaded you to San’s room. Everyhting there was so scary and you were really scared of San. How they treat him? Do they hurt him? Does he miss you? All questions in your head was messing around with you.

“Don’t be scared! It’s normal place. It’s always look like this.” He smiled a little.

“I mean.. ugh, it’s really sad place.” You looked around. “Do you know something about San?”

“Not really. I only know that they keep him on third floor, where are killers. It’s really strict floor. Also I know that he doesn’t like to talk with us.”

“Ah, I understand.”

“Did you know, that he is mafia member and he kills people?”

“No, I didn’t know anything.”

“You sure? I mean you were in relationship with him.”

“I said no.”

This guy was really annoying.

After few minutes we arrived and stand in front of room number 101. You didn’t know when older man were standing next to you.

“Welcome y/n.”

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San was siting on the chair and look at man infront him. He didn’t say a single word since he was there. San knows that this can only make his situations look worse. He was silent and calm. Man in front of him spoke.

“I have surprise to you. I bet, that after our surprise you will tell us everything with details San.”

Young man couldn’t understand what was happening, Surprise? He hide you and no one could tell about you, so it was impossible for them to find you,

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“Welcome y/n.” He smiled. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Hey, open the door!”

The door open and you saw face of your lover. He looked so pure and weak at the same time. They told you that you can walked in. Face of San was shocked. He couldn’t belive that he see you. He couldn’t belive that this motherfuckers bringes you to make him scared and talk. San love you and he doesn’t want to get you hurt, because of his mistakes and lifes. He was furious.

“Do you regonize her? y/n. Isn’t she your love?”

“You are fuckin bitch Seo. I swear, if I’ll be free, I’m going to fuckin kill you..” He said clamly, with head down looking at the ground. “Why the fuck do you mix her up in this?” Now San scream.

“Oh, look who finally spoke.” He smiled. “Oh no! We don’t mix her up, we want you to make you happy to finally see her.”

“How the fuck did you find her?” He was screaming and looked really pissed. You have never seen your love like this.

“Stop being so mad and enjoy your time with this adorable person.”

They left you two alone. San was chained to the chair, so you need to walk closer to him. You were standing there and you couldn’t stop the tears.

“S-san.” You crouched. “I miss you so much.”

“Did they hurt you? Tell you something? Threaten?”

“No, why?” You looked into his eyes. “San, I really miss you. Why didn’t you tell me something?”

“Because I love you and care too much about you, to let them to hurt you.” He touch your hand. “They take you there to make me talking. Honey, please run away.”

“Why? San I can’t leave you like this!” You screamed. “I love you and I can’t stand that you are hurt and they have you like this.”

“Y/N you really shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m not leaving. I will never let you go.”

San was extremly pissed, but he didn’t want to show his furious to you. He wanted to kill everyone who ivolved you here. He wanted you to be safe, happy and healtyhy, away from this stuff.

“Okay princess. Let’s do like I say okay?” You two whispered and make this conversation looked like argue.

“But promise me, that you never gonna leave me alone.”

“I swear to god that I will never leave you, but now listen to me.” He smiled softly. “Now you need to run away, because they want me to speak because of you, because they know that you’re important to me. Ask them about toilet, there is window, that should be open. Take taxi, wahtever and come back to home. When you be home ask Seonghwa about safe place, and then I find you honey.”

“I don’t want to leave without you. What if you don’t make it.”

“Y/N please, trust me.”

“Promise me that you come back to me.”

“I promise.” You leaned, and let San to kiss you.”Now please go, and remember that no matter what, I will always love you.”

“No, don’t tell me this. Tell me when I see you at our new place.” You chuckled lighly so he too.

“Okay, see you honey.”

You did like San told you to. They lead you to toilet and as fast as you can you run trough this window. You run really fast jus to go to Seonghwa.

It took you some hours to be back at Seoul and at Seonghwa place. He let you walked in and looked at you with really serious eyes.

“I take you to safe place. You can’t take anyhting with you. Throw your phone away and don’t contact anyone, understood?”

“Understood. But what with San?”

“He will run away.” He shrugged.

“Okay.”

Everything was so messed up lately. Why this couldn’t turn into good time?

“Don’t overthink y/n. He will be by your side really fast.”

“Seonghwa, i can’t. San is my love. You can’t understand this.”

“Of course I can!” He smiled. “You need to rest. Go to sleep when we arrived. I will have to leave, and you don’t open anyone. San propably has own keys.” He smiled more. “And don’t worry too much, he knows what he is doing.”

“If you say so.”

The road wasn;t too long. Seonghwa left you and gone. You walked in and go straight to bedroom. You needed sleep and get some rest. Bed was really huge. You were that tired that you didn’t even notice when you fall asleep.

About 2 A.M you woke up, because you want to drink water. A little bit sleepy, you went downstairs to grab glass of water. When you were about to grab glass you could swear to god, that you heard some footsteps. You turned around to check if someone is in, but you didn\t see anything. You thought it was your imagination, because you were still sleepy.

But suddenly you felt light touch on your shoulder and you were ready to fight, but when you turned around you saw San.

“I told you I come back. You can’t get rid of me that fast.”

“Oh my god, San. Damn, you are here.”

You two kissed like you have never seen each other and like it was your first time. You could feel longing between you two.

“I miss you y/n. You can’t even imagine.”

“All what’s matter is that you are here with me.”

“I will always be there honey.”

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