#lee yubin imagines

[kingmaker-a]

Mixer | Dami x Reader

Content/Warning: Mentions of alcohol, as well as technical consumption. Reader doesn’t actually drink. Mentions of fights, cuts and scrapes as well as blood.

Cast: Dami, Jiu, Yoohyeon. Artistic interpretation of the Paladins, Ryujin, Jennie and a really good boi/cat

Genre: Paladin Highschool AU - Paladin!Reader x Delinquent!Dami

Word Count: 7496

Average Read Time: 30 Minutes

Plot:

Dami wasn’t typical company you kept, but when King skips class you’re forced into her orbit and boy is it intoxicating.

She was alcohol to your veins, pure concentrated addiction, a haze of bliss.

She was honest.

She was… real, even as she embodied everything you weren’t supposed to be. 

So strong, so defiant in the face of everyone.

Comfortable in her own skin.

You were like diet soda, a compromise of sorts. A placebo of more ill-advised fun, though you guess popularity equals sugar?

The analogy sort of falls apart when you think about it harder.

It didn’t matter, your thoughts on Dami were still… real.

A party was no place for you, a thought you muse constantly as you nurse a cup of diet soda.

It was probably King’s fault in one form or another.

The thumping bassline is almost nauseating or was it just the mass of people that was so overwhelming?  Throngs of clashing conversations, you understand why Mala never makes an appearance.

Actually, why were you invited? This was far from your natural habitat, your eyes focus on the amber warmth outside. The delicate flames of a bonfire, was that even allowed?

You shrug, it’d be some poor rich kid that’d have to deal with the repercussions later. 

Your eyes linger tracing a familiar silhouette.

Lee Yubin.

She preferred being called Dami, you remind yourself, hushed conversations remain at the edge of your lips etched into your mind from far more comfortable times.

This was definitely King’s fault.

There was always a level of intrigue to King’s absences, gone were the days of him just waking up late for class. Though you could never tell if his excuses were carefully crafted stories or thinly veiled truths.

You just hoped the story would be worth it. Worth the lament you felt as you hid in the back of the bus.

A field trip.

Usually a reprieve from the exhausting grind that was daily school work… Even if you were good at it. No you were gonna be stuck making small talk with someone you hardly knew.

It could be a new best friend Neon would reason.

“y/n?”

Why couldn’t Sparrow be in your class?

“y/n?” A pair of cold, distant eyes wash over yours. Strong, calculative, a death grip is held over you under her gaze. Her rough, worn leather jacket hung at her shoulders, she had the power of a villain.

Why did it make you feel something?

Was it enrapture or fear?

Her fingers run through her hair as her lips twist ever so slightly. Her nose crinkles as she raises an eyebrow.

Right, she was talking to you… and you were staring. Well gawking more like.

It made little difference.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.” Your voice was a little more dumbfounded than you’d like, too easily swayed by her presence. “What’s up Yubin?”

A nervous energy racks through your words as they tumble through the air. As her eyebrows scrunch together you’ve realised you’ve made a mistake.

“Dami,” She corrects with the slightest pout.

She looks kind of cute.

You almost don’t register the softness in which she corrects you, you’d expected something akin to violence at your mistake. 

She had all the stereotypical hallmarks of delinquency, you’d hardly seen her in class, leather jacket, devil may care attitude.

Why was she here?

“Have you seen King?” Ah,now the puzzle pieces slowly fall into play. 

“He’s absent like usual,” your head tilts slightly to the side, “Why’s that?”

Her response is the slightest sort of scowl, you’re just thankful it isn’t directed at you. “He said he’d be my partner for this.”

Her nose scrunches as she squeezes past you, settling into the window seat right next to you, her feet propped onto the seat in front of her.

Her eyes focused on the pane of glass, even as a frown settled onto her features. Your eyes catch on her leather jacket, the worn edges, the seams that threatened to break under your gaze.

How long had she had it for?

Silence passes like an old friend, words teem the edge of your lips. She’d been an enigma for much of your education, almost akin to an urban legend.

You’d heard stories of Dami starting—and winning—fights, yet as your gaze glosses over her features you're surprised by the soft edges she has. Yet as her eyes flit over you, you’re greeted by that unfamiliar roughness and for a second you worry.

Her features soften in an instant as she fully takes you in. 

Had you been caught staring? 

Your mouth saves you. “I could be your partner….” your voice is dipped in hesitancy, you catch a slight frown. “If you don’t mind.”

She releases a held breath as the slightest smile quirks at the edge of her lips. “What about your partner?”

A chuckle echoes through your lips. 

Her smile makes the connection. “King?”

“Yeah,” is all you can offer, a wry smile painted on your lips.

And she laughs, a beautiful serendipitous laugh. The kind of laugh you wanted carved into the halls of your mind forever.

“That bastard,” her tone is light, joking. A smile still plays at the edge of her lips.

Dismay echoes through the bus with hushed whispers, rumours and hearsay. 

At least you assume. 

Yet as you peer at the front of the bus, your eyes settle on familiar worn leather shoes, an ill-matched tie the colour of vomit and grease slicked hair. 

The grim reaper. 

Well at least when it came to fun at least anyway. 

His dry rattling voice akin to nails against chalk. "The trip has been cancelled."

You feel a plume of sadness drift across your features, a tremble and the briefest quiver of a frown. 

A smile toys its way across Dami's lips. 

You spy a scowl tug at his lips followed by a sigh. "Instead you'll be marked on a project of your choosing. Assuming you get someone to sign off on it."

A brief cheer erupts throughout the bus before being doused in his ice cold glare. A small gesture of his hand beckons all of you off the bus. 

A weird pit settles in your stomach, annoyance you reasoned. Yet as your eyes flit across your peers you know it's more than that. You fail to find her. 

She's gone with the breeze. 

The art room is where you seek refuge from the storm of chaos.  A wrench in your plans in multiple ways. 

Though you didn't quite expect to get attached to the idea of having Dami as a partner. 

You reasoned it was because she was such an enigma, a puzzle piece to work out. The alternative was far from ideal after all. 

The art room was a mess of supplies, paint and canvas strewn haphazardly, no doubt the result of a certain duos art based arms race.

"No trip today?" A soft voice calls. Jiu, a common element in the art room. Her home away from home. 

Your eyes spot her latest piece of work, a moody sunset. "Hm? Yeah, cancelled apparently." You purse your lips, "still competing with Mala?" 

She frowns in the softest most ethereal way, a teasing roll of her eyes. "It's more of a substitute for Cherry."

You raise an eyebrow. Her face tilts to the side slightly. "Mala's rob list?" 

Right, though you hadn't expected Jiu of all people to take it seriously. Mala had yet to actually succeed in robbing King or Sparrow of Brooklyn or Tyrion. 

Maybe it was just an excuse to Jiu, a wry smile paints your lips. "You know I think a date would probably be a good substitute."

Her lips quirk with the slightest smile. "You really think so?” She twirls her paintbrush in her hands idly. Her gaze shifts following the sound of wind against glass. She points a finger at herself, eyes focused elsewhere. A soft shake of her face.

A wordless conversation, her finger aims at you, a confused, yet pleased expression settles on her features followed by a soft nod

“Looks like I am in fact being robbed of your delightful company,” a hand rakes through her hair, her eyes focused back on you.

Your head tilts slightly to the side as your eyebrows knit together, a flare of confusion lights your eyes. That’s when you hear it, a soft knock against a glass door.

You almost snap your neck in anticipation as curiosity takes hold of you.

Your eyes land on Dami and a glint of silver in her hand and a helmet in the other.

“Have fun on your date.” She teases.

Your grip tightens against worn leather, even if the streets around you were a blur, your mind was still racing faster. Echoes of your conversation bounced through your brain like emotional whiplash.

You were more than a little surprised to have garnered so much attention from Dami. Part of you was elated to have such an impact from a brief interaction, the other part was more doubtful, logical. Surely she just needed help with her grade? 

The conversation itself was a blur, something about favourite places in the city. Regardless you were along for a ride both figuratively and literally. 

Dami was up first, you were hesitant to admit that your brain latched on to stereotypes. A delinquent hideout was your first thought, low hanging fruit if there was any. Yet as your eyes trace familiar streets you're surprised by the destination. 

An old worn ramshackle book store, faded paint on the sign marred by dust. You'd probably walked past it over a million times. 

As the bike pulls to a halt you feel Dami's intense gaze bore into you. Confusion twitched at your eyebrows. 

Maybe she was always like this? 

Her hand tugs at your sleeve before you can utter a word. 

You didn’t mind. 

Though there was something to be said about wishing her hand was clasped against yours. 

You fight the slight hint of a smile you feel brewing below the surface. 

The door jingles as she pushes forward, a bell attached to the frame. 

You feel warm even as your eyes scan across books that tower so far above you. 

It felt like a home, an escape nestled away from the woes of the world. 

You almost don't notice her gaze retracting from you. Her features soften with step into the abode. Warmth and kindness stitching each and every thread. 

A bristle of warmth tickles your ear drums. "Ah, Dami you've brought a friend," a voice like the billowing warmth of a fireplace.

She quickly finds her way behind an old counter, old carpet stitched on to the counter top. 

It gave a…  homely vibe. 

"Don't get used to it, Gramps," a flare of teeth tells you she's just teasing. 

You feel a crackle of warmth as he smiles, even with missing teeth you'd never seen a smile so beautiful and warm. 

"What's your name love?" He offers his hand, rugged and worn like Dami's leather jacket. 

You're surprised by the inclusion, too focused on the way Dami moves with practiced ease as she organises some back shelves. 

You'd almost mistaken her for a dancer. 

"Oh, uh." You dart your hand quickly into his own. "y/n."

Soft like velvet. 

His eyes widen ever so slightly as they dart to Dami for a fraction of a second. "y/n? That's a lovely name."

You hear the light tap of a smack, "get out of it. You have a guest, there's no need to help out around here."

She offers only a coy smile, "Fine, fine." She grabs you by the wrist. 

"I'll come by with some tea in a bit. I'll bring the new one piece chapter too."

Her expression falters as her eyes latch on to you. A hint of worry etches itself in the microsecond exchanged between the two of you. 

Suddenly it's gone, the joyous shade of bookstore Dami returns with a warm smile to Gramps. 

She pulls you, guides you through what you can only understand is a maze. Worn oak shelves with notches etched into them, old dusty books about trains. 

It felt loved above all else. 

Words and questions hang on you like a needle and a thread, though they all mean nothing in the depths of her vulnerability. You find yourself in a closeted corner nestled with warmth, a corner couch and a bean bag. You spy various things of personal interest, a guitar, a stray kendo stick and a bear plushie.

Maybe a hideout wasn’t too far from the truth.

Moments pass like echoes in the canyon of your mutual discovery. The twist of her lips into a heart pleasing smile, the anxious hesitation nothing but a distant memory. Wisped away in your enrapturement, you only hoped it was mutual.

It’s the slightest creak that alerts you, a mouse knocks at your front door.

Timid and soft.

You reek of trepidation as your feet pad across familiar floors, a hand rubbing at a sleep crusted eye as you move. King would’ve found a window to clatter through or picked the lock. Though you seriously doubted he could actually do the latter. 

You hear a familiar warble of a meow, Amber eyes peer at you from down the hall. 

Brooklyn. 

King's cat easily rivalling Tyrion in size. 

His head nuzzled into the front door as a chirp escaped his mouth. 

Odd. 

King wasn't due home tonight, busy with his own proclivities. He was always busy with his own thing. 

What did he get up to? 

You open the door almost absentmindedly, a flurry of motion is what you didn't expect. A sudden influx of weight settles into your arms, the frantic rattle of a bell rings through your ears in a panicked frenzy. 

Your hands run over coarse torn leather.

Dami grimaces slightly in your grip, blood flecks her teeth as she whispers ever so softly. Her hands grip onto the collar of your shirt. 

"Sorry." 

A scratch marred her face. 

Only now could you see the dried blood crusted on her knuckles. "I didn't wanna worry Gramps."

You pull her deeper into your abode, held tight in your embrace into the sweltering darkness. Slow and focused steps across hardwood floors, a dance for two.

You lead your partner to the couch, your fingers crest over a nearby switch. 

A sudden flick and you're both bathed in amber warmth akin to poetic candlelight. 

It hadn't been long since she'd come over. 

Your favourite place, nestled with the Paladins. 

A safe haven. 

"Wait right here while I look for a first aid kit."

She offers the softest, wistfullest half-smile. "Wouldn't dream of moving."

Her words tinge at your ears even as you leave her company. You had no idea where Neon would have stashed a first aid kit. The kitchen is suddenly a maze in the mist of your urgency. The maple doors only taunt you in your quest, a familiar warmth brushes your calf.

He chirps jubilantly as he nuzzles into your calf before bonking his head into a nearby cabinet.

He wasn’t the smartest kid. Though you knew King loved him all the same.

You crouch down, your fingers run through his chocolate fur. “We’ll keep that between us, alright Brooky?” 

A smile lingers on your lips as he purrs. 

Yet again his head collides with the cabinet door, a resounding thunk echoes through the kitchen. You’re worried until he meows.

Instructions, you’d guess.

Your hand runs over the fine wood before opening the cabinet door. A green rusted container, an old hand me down. You almost don’t recognize the faded white cross on top of it.

You swear you notice the twitch of a smile from Brooky. Maybe Neon was smarter than your average boomer? 

A chuckle licks your lips. 

He wasn't that old, but he was the oldest of the Paladins. 

As your hand grasps the first aid kit, you notice a clear container filled with kibble. 

Of course Brooky would remember where the kibble is. 

The rusted metal glides into your palm, you needed to remain focused on the task at hand. 

Even if it meant physical proximity to Dami, you hoped your stitch work was still good. Though you supposed Neon could always have a second look at your work. 

If Dami allowed it. 

Your feet glide across familiar floors, Brooklyn's purr almost shakes the walls as you spy him nestled in the tossed remains of Dami's leather jacket. 

A hint of worry whispers at the edge of your mind, fear that Brooklyn's affection was overstepping in some shape or another. 

Yet Dami's fingers scritch Brooky's chin with what you swear is a practiced ease. He nuzzled desperately into her touch, maybe King had a suitable rival for the throne of Brooklyn's affection. 

Your eyes catch on the swell of muscles on her bare arms, faded scars worn away by time. Her eyebrows twitch under your gaze, her eyes shift over to you. 

She smiles softly, even in her battered worn bloodied state she was beautiful. 

Her free hand trails the scar tissue worn into her shoulder. 

You're hesitant to ask. 

"Practice… Actual practice," her voice is soft, delicate even. 

"Kendo?" you offer. 

Her smile widens ever so slightly. "I'm surprised you remembered."

You wanted to lie, tell her that it was only important for your project. 

If only to convince yourself that you hadn't become smitten by the smallest interactions. 

A tremble rolls through your skin. 

You hoped it wasn't visible. 

Her eyes roll over you, softly, like delicate fingers over the softest paper. The silence is comforting and alienating. 

"... Aren't you gonna ask?" Her words are brittle, weak like burnt paper. 

Suddenly the inside of the first aid kit becomes interesting as you rifle through antiseptic wipes and bandages. 

"About?" Your eyes remain focused. 

Your question hangs in the air, an elephant. 

Her lips bristle slightly like thorns. 

"It doesn't matter, you choose to trust me," your eyes flick to her wounds. "That's what matters."

They didn't look too bad, minor lacerations here and there, nothing too deep, probably a fist fight. 

Antiseptic and bandages should do fine. Your eyes slowly drift to hers, "unless of course you wanna talk about it."

The edge of her lips twinge, a flutter of a frown. "Some friends got into trouble. So I had to bail them out."

Her words are dull, lifeless. The way she talks, tells a story. The wordless air quotation. 

"They don't sound like good friends."

She leans back deeper into the couch, her fingers still cresting Brooklyn's chin. "They're not."

You gesture for her to shuffle closer, a movement made in a heartbeat. 

You apply antiseptic to the first of many wounds. You're hardly surprised when it fails to elicit a response from her. 

"Why do you hangout with them?" 

An innocent question, meant to pass time. 

She sighs, as you slowly work across her. 

Another elephant to join the herd, you're fine with the silence. 

It's easier that way. 

"Why do you hangout with the Paladins?" 

A smile boils through your throat and onto your lips. 

"There's nothing quite like coming home and Sparrow is chasing Neon with a baguette, King is trying to teach Brooklyn how to say the f word while Mala is trying to kidnap Tyrion."

She smiles at your words, almost uncontrollably. It's a soft, small smile but there is no mistake that it's there. 

Yet there's also a hint of something else. Something you can't quite place a finger on. 

Silence envelopes the both of you as you tend to her wounds. 

It's comfortable. 

"What games do you play?" She asks as you apply another bandage. 

You raise an eyebrow, what was with the sudden question? 

Your head tilts to the side as you catch her in your gaze. Her eyes avoid yours, focused instead on the inactive TV. 

"What makes you ask that?" 

Her eyes flicker back to you like dancing candle lit flames. "The Switch," her fingers gesture towards one of your prized possessions. 

"I'm surprised you noticed it."

She flashes her teeth for the briefest of moments. 

"Siyeon has one for animal crossing". You'd heard that name before, parsed through the lips of Sparrow and Neon alike. 

Though you lacked any details on her. 

"Is she one of the friends that…?" 

Her eyebrows knit together for the briefest of moments decoding your unspoken words. 

She laughs, "God no, more like family. Like Jiu and Yoohyeon.”

Brooky perks up at the mention of Yoohyeon, a chirp warbles through his mouth. 

Dami's eyes shift over the chocolate cat, a questioning tilt of her head. 

"Do you know Yoohyeon?" 

He only tilts his head to the side in response. A smile bristles at your teeth, you'd seen that look many times before on Brooklyn. A blank stare, the lights maybe on but there was no one home. 

"Huh, strange,” A smile plays at the edge of her lips as her gaze flits over to you. “Though I am the one talking to a cat.”

You hate how well she fits, like the last piece of a puzzle, even covered in bandages. It’s comfortable the way she smiles when her eyes linger on you, the pure unadulterated adulation was a rush to your veins.

Your eyes linger on the scratch on her nose–the last wound. 

You don't know what comes over you, where the sudden burst of confidence comes from. 

Excuses linger on the tip of your tongue. 

Your palm rests against her cheek as you adjust your position, pulling yourself closer to the edge of the abyss. 

Her sweet tender eyes. 

You're surprised she doesn't pull away at your sudden touch. 

Even if it was no different to earlier, a thought you reconsider as a delicate flower blooms in your heart. 

She chews at her lips under your gaze, were you staring again? 

Even with the fresh bruising and dried blood crusted against her skin, she was breathtaking. 

Your hand tremors slightly as your heart tosses with the idea of kissing her. 

The shakes only get worse as your throat runs dry. 

The smooth embrace of her hand against yours melts away the trepidation. She pulls your hand tighter against her face, her eyes push deep into your soul. 

Her words are soft and delicate, a single misstep could break glass. 

"I trust you."

You nearly take the plunge, to dive into an unknown abyss, yet her words shimmer like gold. 

An offering afforded to few, you held rare company. 

A decadent treasure. 

Reason and logic or perhaps even anxious fear pull you back like the crack of a bungee cord. 

You're reeling before your purpose, you feel the plastic sheen package of a bandaid slipping between your fingers. 

Her absence hurts more than you expect, like swallowing a shard of glass. 

Brooky is the one who wakes you up, somehow managing to take up 70 percent of the couch. 

No wonder King's sleep schedule was out of whack, your fingers brush through fur and leather as you stretch.

A tired yawn escapes your lips. 

You don't even bother to check she's already gone. 

A frown licks at your lips, the smell of savoury cooking clings to the air.

What time was it?

Part of you swells with the hope Dami was still around, the other part crucifies the unnecessary hope.

The clang of metal and the sizzle of water bounds through the air. 

A frying pan you had to guess, can't be King otherwise there'd be a lot more smoke and potentially fire. 

How many frying pans have you guys gone through? 

Too many. 

Your feet glide across familiar floors, cresting into the kitchen you find a familiar face. 

A pirouette reveals a sausage sandwich on a plate, slipping precariously near the edge as she notices your sudden appearance. 

A flash of surprise falls over her features, her eyes shift from you to her sandwich and back again. 

"Baguette?" She offers, almost materialising a baguette out of thin air. 

A smile graces your lips, her antics were ceaseless. Moments exchanges between the two of you, dotted with laughter and mirth.

It’s all a haze as you relax into the couch.

That’s why you’re so surprised when her eyes harden over yours, an intense pointed stare. The kind that peeled back your soul.

“Something’s bothering you,” her words are soft, yet they manage to sink like daggers into your heart.

Someone succeeded in their insight check.

You’re slow to respond, trepidation lingers like frost in the morning.

Yet you knew there was no fear to be had opening up to Sparrow, she was like family.

Your heart digs deep like thorns nestled in a wound. You hated speaking your fears into reality, after all it was easier to ignore when it was at the edges of your mind.

Your eyes linger on Dami’s jacket, rough and worn. You felt an edge of solidarity despite knowing her for only a few days.

“Hm,” Sparrow’s eyes catch your lingering gaze. “Seems like a King problem.”

She flashes a smile.

“I mean his track record isn’t the greatest, but there is something to be said about learning more from bad role models."

You’d never been to King’s studio, though you suppose it was as much his as it was Neon’s. Your eyes flicker across large glass industrial doors, frosted with age. 

They were beginning to rust.

The smell of sandalwood saunters through the air with a hint of rose water and papaya? Something you’re surprised to catch with the slow build up of rain.

You catch the flickering warmth of amber hues.

Probably a scented candle.

There’s something else you can barely make out, clinging desperately to the air. 

A familiar chirp brings you back.

His face nuzzles your calf, eager to see his father. You clutch desperately to the leather jacket held in your grasp. 

Your fingers crest through Brooklyn’s chocolate fur earning you a warm purr.

You pull on the cold metallic handle. 

It's more of a workshop than a studio, an old wooden workbench as a makeshift desk for a computer. 

Various foam soundproofing squares dotted the walls sporadically. 

An attempt at soundproofing. 

A dining table, scattered remains of paper and multicoloured die. 

Neon's campaign no doubt, too bad you were busy most of the time. 

Your eyes linger across the various papers. 

Notes written by Mala about a character called Hildegard known for her giant axe and some unsettling details. 

Seems like Mala's character had a bad time. 

Dulcet tones linger in the air as you get deeper into the shared space, your eyes catch onto a sewing mannequin. 

Your feet catch on a paint splattered mat, you barely catch yourself. 

A concern laced chirp echoes through the air, as the jingling bell catches up to you. 

"I'm alright Brooky," you reassure, rolling your fingers across his chin. 

His paws scratch at the black door, the smell of sandalwood gets stronger as you approach. 

Soft dulcet notes greet you louder. 

You rap your knuckles against the door, cold cast iron kisses your knuckles. 

No response. 

You try once again, harder this time. 

Yet again there's no response. 

Brooky steps up to the plate, shuffling into place he releases a higher pitch cry, that almost sounded like a hello. 

Instantly the music comes to a halt, a rushed shuffle of shoes. 

"Brooky?" He nearly trips as the door swings open. 

You catch a hint of a smile as he releases a pleased meow. Though you do notice there’s a slight hesitation as his eyes linger on you, it makes your heart swell that there is even a microsecond of a toss up.

He pads towards his father before he nuzzles into King’s open hand, you notice the slight wiggle in his step before he pounces head first into his embrace.

It’s awkward and uncoordinated as King tries to adjust to the sudden increase of weight, while Brooky tries desperately to nuzzle his head into his father’s cheek, abandoning any attempt at stability.

King stumbles slightly, your eyes catch on to the little moments where King secures Brooky as well as he can, even if it means he tumbles and falls onto hard concrete.

But like a pair of dancers, who have practised for years they settle into the rhythm. 

“Geez Brooks, someone would think I haven’t seen you in months or something,” he teases with a flare of teeth.

A sad cry is the only response he gets. His hands crest through chocolate fur.

“It’s alright bud, I’m here now.”

His eyes linger on the purring mountain of chocolate before hovering over you. 

“Hey y/n,” he offers a smile, your eyes peer past him with a tilt of your head.

Foam padding, a microphone and a computer desk.

A small music studio.

His eyes follow your gaze, his smile falters for a fraction of a second. “A hobby,” he quickly points out, “not that I’m good at it.”

He shuffles uncomfortably even as Brooky nuzzles into his neck. His eyes peek at the leather jacket in your hand.

You don’t even know why you brought it, it felt wrong to just leave it at your place.

He offers his hand, a wordless look and you understand.

He places Brooklyn on the floor as he looks over the leather jacket, a soft hum peers past his lips.

His eyes return to yours, “nothing a little bit of leather glue and patching can’t fix.”

“Do you have that kind of stuff?” 

He tilts his head to the side, a smile dances across his lips. “Of course, I got into leather repair when I was into painting leather jackets like three hyper fixations ago.”

The process is surprisingly long, despite the simple process. 

"You want to cut the sub patch about a quarter of an inch bigger than the tear," his eyes are focused as he demonstrates. 

Your own work is slightly clumsy by comparison. A frown licks at your lips as you take in your own awkward misshapen subpatch.

Your own expectations weigh on you like an anchor. 

"Damn kare, that's already looking better than my first attempt," he tosses you an earnest smile. 

He meant every word. 

His eyes roll past every little tear in the jacket. "You'll be an expert in no time because we have a lot of work ahead of us.

You return a smile with shaky confidence, though he was right, It'd be hard to get worse with all the practice you'd get. 

"Once you've got your patch cut out, you slot in like so," you notice the small hint of anxiety in the shake of his hand. "Then you smooth it over as best you can. It's a labour of love after all."

The shakes weaken affirmed by his own words. 

He turns to you with a bright smile. "See? Easy peasy."

It's hard to believe where his mock confidence begins and ends against his own self-esteem. 

"If you get sick of doing the patches I can teach you how to deal with the scuffs with leather compound."

It's slow and monotonous, yet it's calming in the grounding sort of way. There was a unique quality to working on something so hands on. 

You didn't notice King's absence, at least not until he returned with glowing Amber warmth. 

The same smell of sandalwood pervaded through the air. It seems you were right about the candles. 

"Why the candles?" You slot yet another patch in. 

"Keeps me calm and focused," he shrugs, "figured it'd help."

His eyes trace over you. "Though you already seem to be doing much better."

You cock an eyebrow, still focused on your work. "Oh?" 

"Yeah, sick," his face brims with a smile and instantly you regret even entertaining him. "Lovesick."

If your work didn't require delicate dexterity and focus you would've facepalmed head first into the mannequin. 

Your mouth bristles with a snarl, "leave the dad jokes to Neon, at least he has the age for it."

"You wound me," his hand clutches his chest. "Neon isn't that old." 

His eyes soften, you can tell words hang at the edge of his tongue. 

Suddenly he shakes his head. "We'll seal it up with some leather glue. It'll take a couple hours to dry."

His eyes meet yours once again. "I can let you know when it's dry if you wanna bail. But we could paint it once it's done if you wanna surprise Dami?" 

“Ah,” your words have no company, your thoughts a drizzling mess as Dami re-enters your mind.

Wasn’t it a bit much? Surely she’d find it annoying? The whispers of your own doubts encircle you. 

"You're worried it's a bit much huh? Scared of towing the line?" 

A frown etches deep into your lips. "Yeah."

Echoes of anxiety whisper at the edges of your mind, maybe you were thinking too deep into the small moments the both of you shared. 

A thought rolls across his lips, a struggle no doubt. 

"Do you like her?" 

"Of course I do, she's a cool friend."

His eyes roll like they're lost in a storm before levelling a rare hint of a glare. 

"You know what I meant, kare."

A sigh bursts through your mouth, your eyes avoid his. 

You're scared. 

Trepidation tears at your heart. 

His eyes soften slightly, "if you don't wanna talk about it with me it's alright," he throws his hands up. "Neon has a good track record and I'm sure you're more comfortable with Sparrow."

He peers at Brooky, "hell you could talk to Brooky, though his advice could use some work."

A soft smile brims at your teeth. 

"It's not you, King. I'm just scared."

"Scared that talking about it makes it real?”

A barb blooms at the tip of your tongue, a pointed weapon hidden behind a smile.

“Is that why Brooky knows more about Yoohyeon than I do?” A teasing smirk rolls across your lips. 

You catch the small wilt of a smile, as his eyes roll slightly. "I mean you should ask Neon and Sparrow about Siyeon. Better yet you should ask Sparrow about the blind date she bailed on.”

A chuckle whispers at the edge of your lips.

Problems with love was definitely a Paladin thing.

A smile still teems under King’s surface, “Anyway, we’re talking about you kare. Not me or the hot mess that is the rest of the Paladins.”

Somehow, everything feels lighter, perhaps that was the power of solidarity.

“Yeah, I like her… A lot more than I want to admit…” Your eyes linger over King, words tumble out of your mouth no longer held up by your own fears. “We don’t go together.”

A problem held out of sight and out of mind.

But you were right… she was so cool and confident.

You weren’t either of those.

A thought that remains on your mind, even if days pass you by like stars on the horizon cresting into the dawn. 

Dami remained out of reach, always just out of your grasp, she was always one step ahead of you, like a word on the frayed edges of your mind. 

You peer through the throngs of people littering the kitchen, the air stained with the smell of booze and who knows what else. 

Sparrow's surprised look is almost worth the uncomfortable itch under your skin, the sense of being out of place. 

She almost snatches the red solo cup out of your hand, choosing instead to sniff at it. 

Her features relax before her eyes focus on you, a smile licks at the edge of her lips. "This doesn't seem like your type of… vibe."

You stare deep into the diet soda abyss, "It's not," a frown pervades your lips. "Neon suggested it'd be a good change of pace, but Sana dragged him off to the dancefloor as soon as we got here."

"Hah," she laughs trying to peer past you into the mass of people crowding what would've been the lounge. "I would pay to see that."

"I bet you would," you take a sip of your soda, it goes down like oil, a lot warmer than you would like. 

How long had you been left to your devices? 

"What brings you here?" 

You were definitely the pinnacle of smooth conversations. 

She flashes you a smile, "One of the few perks of being a now ex-jock. I get invited to parties in hopes it'll pull me back."

She takes a deep swig of her drink. 

"Plus me and Ryujin are tight."

So that was the illustrious leader of this particular circus. 

An old crush of yours. Though you would be quick to admit those ashes hadn't quite died yet.

The bass thumps heavily and persistently, yet even as you catch the flare of smirk dotted against Sparrow's features, panic quickly settles in its place. 

Suddenly she drops down hiding from the purview of anyone in the vicinity. 

"Hey y/n," a soft voice greets, you're surprised you can hear it over the swell of the bass. 

Jennie Kim, certified ice queen… well if you believed stereotypes were a tried and true method to judge people.

Her smile is soft like cotton candy. 

“Hey,” you offer a smile. “Looking for Sparrow?”

A small chuckle parts her lips, “that obvious huh?”

Your eyes peer over the counter, the devil in you toyed with the idea of selling Sparrow out.

It’d provide an interesting modicum of entertainment.

You spy hushed hand signals from Sparrow, hard to make out.

She was saying something about a baguette?

Right, King said something about her bailing on a date, you’re sure she had her reasons.

A whistle of a smile, “she was a here a moment I don-”

The devil herself appears, sauntering through the crowd as they part like the red sea. “Behind the counter,” she points out with a devilish flare of a smirk.

She was… intoxicating.

She sniffs your cup, much like Sparrow before her. You hear the small echoes of conversations around, yet all you feel is the draw of the sun as she levels her eyes at you.

Shin Ryujin.

You settle on the slightest fraction of a frown quivering across her lips, “No alcohol huh?”

Words die in your throat as she peers into your soul, a smile snaps on to her lips as she offers a nod. “I respect it.”

The slight whisper of a frown returns as she peers into the crowd. Her lips find purchase on her own cup as she inhales toxic elixir, parting only for air when the vessel is completely empty. “Won’t deny I was excited by the idea of you letting loose.”

The intoxicating pull returns with a flare of a smile and a wink that hits its mark.

Your grip tightens on Dami’s jacket, something that doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by Ryujin. You catch something hidden in her expression, a softness of sorts, tucked away in the far reaches.

Suddenly it’s gone in a plume of smoke and once again she’s intoxicating. 

“Last I saw Dami she was fussing about something with Yoohyeon,” she gestures outdoors towards amber warmth. “Out by the bonfire.”

Before you can sober up on clean air, you feel the slightest tug on your sleeve. 

She’s softer, genuine even. “If she doesn’t appreciate it,” her words hang in the air, her mind thrumming over words carefully. 

“I don’t mind being up next to bat.”

She offers a sad sort of smile.

“I hope it goes well… truly.”

You melt through throngs of people as you claw towards the door, was it for Dami or were you trying to ignore what had just transpired with Ryujin.

Small echo lingers in your mind—your grip tightens—best to not think of what could've been. 

You had to admit you did have a type though.

No doubt something King would tease you about.

The door swings open and suddenly it’s easier to breathe, your eyes catch on to King’s biggest problem.

You almost didn’t recognise her, too used to the varying shades she’d constantly dye her hair.

“Ah, y/n,” she greets her smile blooming with the warmth of the last echoes of a picturesque sunset. 

You could understand King's understated infatuation. 

"Hey," you breathe, your tongue runs over your teeth. 

What do you say to someone you hardly know? Hey, I know we don't have a lot in common but my friend really likes you. 

You do your best to stifle a laugh. 

How about I really like your friend and she's constantly on my mind? 

Her smile widens as a warm chuckle rumbles past her lips. You're pulled to a tight, snug warm embrace, her hand tightens around your leather holding hand. 

She smells like sandalwood. 

"Just stand your ground and you'll be alright."

Man King would be jealous. 

All you can offer is the softest nod you can muster, "Uh thanks?" 

Do you try to put in a good word for King? 

"Go get'em," her hands pads your shoulder reassuringly before disappearing inside. 

Welp, too late now. 

Amber warmth entreats you, begging you to come closer, to relish in the warmth against the chilly night air. 

You spot multiple silhouettes in your horizon, members of Dami's cohort. 

Even before your feet hit the grass, you feel the gaze of many burning into your soul. 

You were out of place. 

Livestock among predators. 

Your body itched for you to turn back, anxiety begging at your heart for you to leave. 

You're frazzled, sick to your core even before you're yanked to the side, pulled into a barely hidden alcove. 

"What are you doing here?" she reprimands in harsh whispers, a flare of an anger etched into her brow. 

You teem like simmering water just below the surface. 

Your grip strains against her leather jacket. 

You bite your tongue. 

King did say love wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. 

"Isn't it obvious?" You bite back as much indignation as you can. 

"Obviously not, if I have to ask," you catch the embers in her eyes. 

A snarl ripples across your teeth. You lose grip on your tongue. 

Heat melts across venom. 

"Apparently," a deep breath. "I'm just gonna make you look bad in front of your delinquent entourage,"

Your eyes jut like daggers towards the bonfire. 

A sip of your drink whispers past your lips. 

Still disgustingly warm. 

A scowl settles across your lips. "Like I'm some kiddie diet soda instead of hard liquor." 

You throw wildly, your feet trailing through grass in a huff. 

That probably wasn't what Yoohyeon meant. 

Though you were glad to have ridden yourself of the disgusting soda. 

You huddle close to the warmth of the bonfire, unabated by the stares. You weren’t in the mood for ego pissing contests. 

Room temperature soda parts your lips. 

Room temperature soda parts your lips? 

Fuck. 

An annoyed sigh drags its way out of your throat. 

A soft hand grasps your shoulder, a round object is pressed into your side. 

Dami's eyes linger over yours, soft like morning dew. 

Yet they never quite meet yours. 

She's wearing her jacket once again, held tight against her shoulders. 

No longer was it worn and rugged. Vibrancy had taken a hold of its very veins, spray painted stencils and decorative patches lined its surface. 

Each a reference to something Dami held dear. 

You notice her thumb running over a band aid patch absentmindedly. 

In the warm bonfire light, you notice the band aid pressed to her nose, she was probably long past needing it. 

She hitches a deep breath as her cheeks puff. 

Finally her eyes settle on yours. 

Her hand entangles in yours before she pulls away your cup.

You grabbed the object pressed into your side.

A motorcycle helmet, every opaque surface covered in stickers. 

The same six stickers. 

Reminiscent of a pokemon team on your switch. 

Totodile for Neon. 

Cyndaquil for King. 

Jolteon for Sparrow. 

Charmander for Mala. 

Umbreon for you, always right next to Pancham. 

A smile whispers at the edge or your lips. 

"It's a bit much isn't it?" She whispers with the softest laugh. "Yoohyeon's suggestion I will admit."

The flames dance delicately in the reflective beauty of her eyes. 

She holds the cup to her side as someone pours liquid into it. 

"You know people really hate on diet soda," an odd statement you had to admit. 

Drink slides past her lips and you can't help but wish you were disgusting lukewarm soda. 

She smiles at you, a deep, desperately fond smile.

“But it’s the best mixer. It brings out the best in whatever you’re drinking.”

Her hands are so soft as they crest across your cheeks, pulling you deep into an enrapturing warmth, billowing with an intoxicating alcoholic aftertaste as your lips caress.

It’s transcendentally deep and soulful, like a collage of sunkissed evenings whispering against memory-etched happiness.

You weren’t into alcohol, but you’d happily be her mixer.

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Cloud Nine

Pairing: Dami x Fem!8thMember!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Public Sex, A Little Fluff

Word Count: 3,218

Summary: With the next leg of tour in full swing and lots of places to be, you’re inevitably faced with a daunting red eye flight. Dami – paired with you for the ride – attempts to make the best out of a bad situation.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: The NDA cover that Dami did with Yooh... dear god, does it have a hold on me. Anyways 🤠 I hope you enjoy this piece! Let me know what you think, and don’t forget to drink some water today! :)

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The ambience of planes has never once failed to fascinate you. 

So many people, so many stories, mingling and intersecting for a point in time that some would remember forever and others would rather choose to forget. Children, adults; first time flyers, seasoned vets. Some having the best day of their lives while others were experiencing their worst. 

A bunch of shooting stars converging, waiting to pass one another for what was likely the first and last time. 

With so much… humanity… packed into one space, your mind tended to give into the romantics. It made you feel small, in the grand scheme of things, but just as important all the same. Every unique experience being lived around you could come together to share this one, unifying moment. 

Well, perhaps calling it a “moment” would understate the grueling twelve hour journey you were embarking on…

But regardlessly, within that, you found true beauty. 

-

The thing to break you from your pleasant reverie was the hushed sound of an attendant’s voice over the intercom, providing a time check and announcing that the cart of refreshments would be brought around shortly. 

You peeked out of the window at your side, taking one last look at the velvety night sky before pulling the cover down and turning away. 

Dami’s eyes were shut and her arms were crossed at her chest; she was resting peacefully, just like a majority of the other travelers. The personal lights above everyone’s seats were all dimmed, basking the cabin in comfortable darkness. Some passengers employed the use of the small televisions mounted against the backs of the seats in front of them, and sparse illumination came from others that were on their phones or tablets as well. 

But for the most part, the darkness won out. 

You watched as a few people woke up, some on their own and others prompted by a jab from their friends or family sitting next to them. They wiped the sleep from their eyes and stretched, reaching down to retrieve their wallets from their carry-ons so that they could buy some snacks. 

You pondered for a moment, deciding on whether or not you should wake Dami up. She looked far too comfortable for you to do so and keep a clear conscience, and you knew she needed the rest anyway; the first few stops of the tour had drained her a bit more than she had prepared for. 

So you resolved to buy something for her instead. You already knew the foods that she preferred, after all, and she could eat them whenever she naturally woke up. It was a win-win in your mind.

Upon rifling through your bag and grabbing some of the cash you had stashed away, you took a second to admire her. The curve of her face was visible in the low light, soft and as pretty as always, and a small pout pulled at her lips, making her cheeks puff out slightly. It truly took every ounce of self control you possessed to refrain from poking them; but you prevailed in the end. 

Her chest rose and fell softly, lulled and gentle like waves lapping on a shore. It brought you comfort just seeing her like that, so cozy and peaceful. She deserved every second of it. 

“Miss?” An approaching, hushed voice asked, addressing you. 

You raised your head and were met with a pleasant smile from one of the attendants. The aisle’s sidelights were on at her feet, ensuring that her movements were well guided. 

“Would you like some refreshments?” She pulled the cart into view and pressed a button, turning the lights of it on so that you could see what each tier had to offer. 

You made quick work of choosing and paying, and before long she was quietly thanking you and handing over all of your goodies. Once you successfully got them all and unlocked the small tray attached to the seat in front of you, you pulled it down over your lap and laid everything out to sort. 

A minute or so later, once your work was done, you sat back with a happy sigh and snuck a glance at Dami. 

Although you had failed to notice it in your previously busy state, it became apparent that she had shifted closer to you. She was curled up a little more, and turned on her side, facing you. It awarded you a perfect vantage point for viewing the subtle smile on her lips; clearly whatever she was dreaming about was good, and that made you happy. 

One of her hands had fallen onto the armrest, with her palm upturned towards the ceiling. It peeked out of her sweater paw, tempting you. 

You succumbed to your weakness and reached over, carefully intertwining your fingers with her own. 

She reacted on instinct, still fully asleep; her hand curled into your slightly warmer one, and a quiet noise of contentment left her. She moved closer once again, and before you knew it her head had found its way to your shoulder, nestling there. Her warm breath fanned out across your neck, almost tickling. 

Snacking, you decided, could wait a while. Sleep was creeping up on you, anyway, and moving was no longer an option. 

You eased your head down atop hers and settled a little more in the seat, getting comfortable for the both of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as the smell of her shampoo washed over you, and you gently rubbed your cheek against her soft hair, allowing sleep to begin dragging you under. 

—

When you awoke a few hours later, things in the cabin were slightly busier than before. A few more people had rejoined the world of the conscious, and glimmers of hazy, early morning sunlight attempted to shine their way in through the plane’s oval windows. 

The tray across your lap had been cleared off and returned to its vertical position, providing room for you to comfortably move around and stretch the tension from your muscles. A blanket was draped over your body as well, courtesy of Dami. 

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and lifted your head from her shoulder, finding that somewhere along the way you had traded positions with her. She looked over at you, and her face neared yours in the process. 

“Sleep well, baby?” She smiled sweetly, pushing her glasses up a little higher on the bridge of her nose. 

You nodded, still not fully alert yet. The fog of sleep weighed heavily on your mind and clouded your senses. Perhaps that explained why when you felt something soft and warm against your thigh, tucked away beneath the blanket, you didn’t immediately register it as her hand. 

You peeked over at her illuminated phone screen and discovered that she was in the middle of reading a book. 

“How long have you been up?” The question came out as a groggy mumble.

Judging by the opened bag of gummies tucked away in her seat pocket, you guessed it had been at least a few minutes. You were glad to know that she liked what you got her.

Her lips pursed in thought. “Not long. Maybe half an hour or so.”

“Good. I know you needed it.”

“Yeah?” She grinned. “You were out like a light, too, you know.” 

Your face twisted into an anticipatory grimace at that. “Did I snore?”

Her head shook lightly as she removed her glasses and put them in her bag, and you visibly relaxed. 

“No, sweetheart. But you did get a little fidgety,” she revealed. “I was afraid you were having a nightmare.”

“What made you think that?”

She shot a quick glance around before moving a little closer to you. “Well, for one, you kept saying my name. And it sounded desperate, too, like something big was about to happen.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as her explanation sent realization crashing down onto you. 

“And you squirmed in your seat, too,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment. 

“But when I touched you, you stopped.” She shrugged, and the movement caused her hand to move a little. Her knuckles brushed against your center, just light enough to draw your attention. 

“Dami…” you started, before lowering your voice a bit more to spare your own pride, “...I don’t think that was a nightmare.”

When you pulled away enough to get a good look at her face, you witnessed a sinister change take place. 

“No?” She toyed, using the lilt in her voice to further tease you. “What else could it have been, then?” The innocence in her smile disappeared, opting instead to rebrand itself as arrogance. 

“You already know,” you muttered, blushing a little harder and turning your head away. 

Although things in the cabin were more active than before, concealment and deniability were made available by the relative darkness that still remained. It was a decent remedy for your shyness, and you silently thanked your lucky stars for it. 

And, for what it was worth, Dami was making sure to keep her voice hushed and her movements covered. Her aim wasn’t to make this unenjoyable for you; she just simply lived for teasing you every now and again… and she couldn’t deny that the thought of public play with you did something to her. 

“Mmm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “I don’t think I do, jagi. You’ll have to tell me.”

Her hand worked a little higher on your thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there. Hidden desire guided it, leading her to pull your legs apart a little more and grant herself better access. 

But you stopped her, quickly encircling your fingers around her wrist and preventing her from continuing. 

“Don’t start something that we can’t finish.”

She chuckled to herself at that. 

“Who says we can’t?” She asked, entirely serious, as she brought her face near yours again. Her eyes flitted across your features, taking their time to study them before eventually falling to your lips. Her tongue unconsciously poked out and slid across her own. 

“That bathroom is not big enough for us to fuck in.” You asserted.

“I can make you cum right here, Y/N/N. No need to even get up.” She stated lowly, her deep voice full of husky confidence. You drew in a sharp breath at her forwardness, and she noticed the change. 

When you shied away again, she took the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss to your neck. Her lips were pillowy against your sensitive skin – soft enough to tickle, even, had the stifling tension between you been absent. 

Warmth radiated from her, beaconing you closer. She was right there. She wanted you. She could take you in under five minutes, too, probably, considering how worked up you were already becoming. She could make you feel so good…

Who were you to deny yourself something so perfect?

Your grip on her wrist loosened, slowly but surely, as you handed control back over to her and submitted to whatever fate she had planned. 

She kissed the area just below your jawline while simultaneously spreading your legs apart again. Their innocent trembling was obvious – you were inexperienced with sex in this sort of setting – but it only made her smile and fall for you a little more.

"You're precious, jagi," she complimented. "I've got you; don't worry. Just let me help," she coaxed, kissing you again between the words. She switched hands in order to offer a better angle, and you sighed helplessly at the feeling of her fingers fully rubbing up and down your clothed center. 

“Go slow,” you pleaded, briefly peering over her shoulder. 

Relaxed movements would be easier to cover up if you got caught. 

The upturn of her lips against your neck was obvious. “Remember this moment when you’re begging me to speed up,” she teased. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

She tutted, “You know, maybe you need another nap–”

“Yubin.” Your voice was sharp, full of warning. The two of you truly bickered like a married couple sometimes. 

“Alright, Y/N/N,” she giggled a little against your skin, and you felt a small smile growing on your face, too, in time with the roll of your eyes. 

Her hand finally slid into your panties, putting distance between your wet skin and the ruined material. When her fingertips parted your folds, she felt just how much arousal awaited her; a quiet, surprised groan slipped out of her mouth at the sensation, and you blushed a little harder in response. She tended to be the quiet type during sex, so even the most subtle of her sounds made your heart pump a bit faster. 

“I knew you’d be wet, but this much?” She whispered breathlessly, sounding amazed as she collected more of your slick and circled your clit with her thumb. She toyed with you, fully enjoying the way your body responded so easily to her. 

“All your fault.” You struggled out. 

Without any further warning, two of her fingers slid into your entrance. 

Your walls fluttered in response, enveloping them in their warmth in an attempt to coax them in further. One of your hands instinctively reached out and tangled in the front of her shirt, pulling her in, and the other grasped helplessly at the armrest that it laid across. 

“Still so tight, Y/N,” she sighed at how soft you were – how smooth. Her fingers pulled out almost completely, curling on their way, before she eased them back in. She wanted so badly to see you spread out, dripping for her; but she settled, opting instead to focus on every little movement and sound you made as her mind filled itself with images.

A slow grind took control of your hips, aiming to lessen the ache. The motion brought her palm into contact with your swollen clit, and when she noticed, she decided to help. She rubbed it, applying a delicious kind of pressure that made your legs shake a little. 

Her free hand grabbed your chin and turned your head, forcing you to look at her. Through the dark, she watched your brows knit together in pleasure. Before you had the chance to bite your lip, you felt hers sliding across it, trapping it between her own. 

She kissed you passionately, greedily swallowing up the moan that you let out into her mouth and adding the smallest bit of speed to her movements. 

The seat made a squeak beneath you – a product of your grinding growing sloppy. Your fingers weakly tightened in her shirt as you fought your inhibitions; it felt too good to stop or slow down, but you ran the risk of selling yourselves out at this rate. 

She bit your lip and pulled away, allowing you a moment to breathe. 

“Yu–”

Her name cut off abruptly in your throat when her fingers went even deeper, brushing up against your most sensitive spot in the process. Your thighs clamped around her hand in a desperate attempt to keep her in place and prevent her from slipping away.

“Fuck,” she cursed harshly. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

You pulsed around her at that, and both of you felt it. Sensuality ruled her every move, commanding them just as she commanded your body; but beyond it – beyond that languid, brewing passion – a real sense of need reigned supreme. She was just as desperate to get you to your high as you were to reach it. 

Nothing was capable of turning her on as much as watching you come undone for her. The idea alone added a certain, sudden roughness to her movements that had your stomach flipping in excitement. 

A kind of turbulence that you never wanted to end. 

“Just a–” you sighed, biting back another moan, “...a little more. I’m getting close.”

She took your plea as an order, not stopping for a second. It was hard to restrain herself, but she fought against her more primal urge to pound into you. The tenderness was a nice change, she supposed, as you turned your head further to the side and the warm, flushed skin of your cheek pressed to hers. Your every subsequent whimper and whine traveled right to her ear – the most alluring kind of music.

How could you be so perfect?

“Come on, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.” She commanded lowly, feeling you teeter on the edge of ecstasy. The blanket barely covered her wanton ministrations now. 

Somewhere ahead, further up the aisle, a man stood up from his seat. You could see it through the tiny gaps in between the chairs – small flashes of motion that indicated he was turning your way. 

It sent an icy streak of panic through you, but, oddly, your body couldn’t stop. Though your mind was pleading to wait – to still Dami’s hand until the potential crisis was averted – your desire overruled it. You grabbed her wrist again, encouraging her to quicken her pace. 

She raised a brow, looking between you and the approaching man. He was on his way to the restroom that resided a few rows behind you, she deduced. 

“Baby…”

“Just keep going,” you whined, trembling. 

She nodded and obediently followed your instructions. 

Though being caught wasn’t something you necessarily wanted, the thrill of it brought on an undeniably arousing kind of shame. 

Dami’s red cheeks would sell you out immediately, despite the futile excuse her kiss-bitten lips would still attempt to make. Your flushed skin and mussed clothes would further incriminate you, only worsened by her hand in your pants. 

Truly, the risky environment excited you far more than you cared to admit. To know that she wanted you so badly in that moment that she didn’t care who knew – who saw – pushed you further and further towards the edge. 

The passenger grew increasingly closer – now just a matter of a two or three rows away as he tiredly shuffled his way down the narrow walkway. He greeted a stray few people all the while, bidding them hello. 

Dami leaned into you, pressing her lips to your neck. She kissed and sucked at the skin just below your pulsepoint, leaving a mark for you to admire later. She sped up her movements inside of you and eagerly rubbed your aching clit.

“Yubin, I’m–” you struggled out, tightly shutting your eyes. 

“Cum, baby,” she directed. 

Unable to hold out any longer, you let yourself go, falling into paradise. You sunk your teeth into her shoulder to muffle your whines, and she herself moaned at the sensation. 

The man passed by mere seconds after, obliviously nodding in your direction as his eyes sought yours in the dark. 

Your body was still tingling as it recovered from the high of your orgasm.

“Morning, ladies,” he said. 

“Morning,” you both responded in unison, sounding so out of breath it made you laugh together afterward. 

Once he had officially disappeared, you kissed the bite mark on Dami's shoulder as a silent way of apologizing. She smiled as she eased her fingers out of you, making more of a mess in your panties on the way. 

“Told you I could get you off,” she whispered through a grin, and kissed your cheek. 

You’d never been quite so grateful for the dark. 

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[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 29th [Dami + Exhibitionism]

[10:17] The movie playing on the screen was utterly boring you. A pout formed on your lips as you leaned into Yoobin’s side. Your arm wrapped around hers under the blanket you were sharing, trying to signal to her that you were bored. Yoobin gave you a quick glance and soft smile before returning her attention to the screen.

You let out a quiet huff, looking around at the others. Bora was at the end of the couch, slowly eating popcorn with eyes glued to the screen. Handong was curled up in the armchair, half on her phone. And Minji and Yoohyeon were perched on a pile of pillows, whispering to each other about the plot. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying the film or at least keeping themself entertained but you just could not focus.

You pressed as close as you could to Yoobin, turning your gaze on her and giving her big, sad, puppy dog eyes until she met your gaze. She quirked an eyebrow and you mouthed “I’m bored” and followed it up with a pout for good measure. Yoobin rolled her eyes and tried to return her attention to the movie but you whined quietly, only loud enough for it to bother her, until she looked at you properly.

“What do you want?” she whispered.

“I dunno,” you replied.

Yoobin sighed. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Something, I’m bored.”

“Hm too bad. I like this movie.”

“Binbin,” you whined, loudly enough for Bora to shush you. Yoobin gave you a look that told you you were annoying her but maybe that would be enough to get her to go do something else with you.

Yoobin seemed to ponder you for a moment before she shifted a little. She took a hold of you thigh and urged you to move your legs over her lap. You did so, letting her rearrange some pillows and the blanket while you rested your head against her shoulder.

She rested her hand on your thigh and squeezed your leg, giving you a smile before looking at the screen again. You started to squirm, flustered with your own boredom and with half a mind to just get out of her lap and see if your phone was charged enough to play on. But she suddenly gripped your thigh roughly, keeping you from going anywhere while still watching the screen.

You swallowed hard, settling in her lap and hugging around her waist. She started to rub your thigh slowly and squeezed it a few times in the process. You closed your eyes, snuggling close to her and trying not to think about how you were starting to get frustrated in an entirely different way. You knew getting up was out of the question now so you just waited it out, wondering what she was thinking or planning.

It didn’t take much longer for you to find out as her fingers suddenly slipped higher up your thigh, pressing your legs apart slowly and playing with the hem of your comfy, loose shorts before slipping into them.

You gripped her forearm but she just gave you a sly look.

“Thought you were bored.”

“I-I am but-”

“But what,” She smirked, leaning in to murmur to you even more quietly. “I thought you wanted my attention.”

You hid your face in her neck, pretending to be cuddling with her as her fingers ghosted over your clothed clit. You pressed your lips together and held your body still as she started to tease you. Each slow drag of her fingers sent sparks of pleasure that started to warm your core.

“Binbin,” you mumbled.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“R-Right here?” You questioned, as quietly as you could as her fingers pushed your panties aside.

“What? Suddenly you don’t want my attention? It’s cute that you think I don’t know how much you like this.”

You bit down on your lip, not that she could see it, and squirmed in her lap. Her fingers dragged through your folds, gathering your arousal before dragging up over your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Her words made your skin burn and the fire extended to the pit of your stomach as your mind started to fill with the thought that any of them might notice. 

Yoobin knew you too well. Or maybe you were just bad at keeping your fantasies to yourself. Either way her words only aroused you more. It had you trying to keep yourself quiet as she moved her fingers slowly, but it also had you peeking at the others in the room, wondering if they would look at you and what they would think, if they would call you out on it, or just give you a knowing look. If they would want to touch you too.

“Is there something going on in that head of yours or am I just that good?” She hummed. “You’re getting so wet so fast, sweetie.”

She dipped her finger into your core, causing you to jolt. You didn’t dare to look around you in case someone had seen but Yoobin wrapped her free hand around you, rubbing your back and humming to you to rest, clearly it had looked like you were asleep. You kept your eyes closed, shifting a little in her lap and pretending to get comfy before settling with your legs just a little wider than before.

Her fingers came back up to your clit and she applied more pressure as she moved in steady circles. You swallowed back the sounds that were threatening to slip from your lips as the pleasure started to build in your core. The warmth and need was filling the pit of your stomach and it took everything in you not to squirm. You did your best to keep your breathing even and not beg her for more, no matter how much you wanted her fingers inside of you.

Yoobin pressed a kiss to your temple as she suddenly started moving her fingers faster, pressing harder against your clit. You let out the tiniest of whimpers before pressing against her neck as much as you could. Your legs trembled a little, hips trying to move and having you shifting a little, pretending to get more comfortable while your hands clenched at her shirt under the blanket.

Suddenly, Yoobin pulled her fingers away. Your eyes snapped up. Looking at the sweet smile on her face as she leaned in and kissed your nose.

“B-”

“You poor thing,” you felt her wiping off her fingers against your inner thighs. “I promise we’ll go to bed after the movie, okay sweetheart?”

You nodded numbly, squirming in her lap and wrapping her in a tight hug. With your words muffled against her chest you grumbled to her.

“You’re the worst.”

“It killed your boredom, didn’t it?” She chuckled.

#okokokokok #two more #kinktober 2022 #timestamp #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher smut #dami imagines #dami smut #yoobin imagines #yubin imagines #yoobin smut #yubin smut #lee yoobin smut.

[ggreactionsandscenarios]

Hey. My number one is dami 🥺 thank you so much for that last post. I don't see a lot about her. She's so underrated. I love her so much. You think you could write something with her. Like fluff and maybe some smut? ❤️ thank you

Dami x Reader

A little something

It’s been a week since the last time Dami came to see you or that she answered any of your text. You’ve been ‘hanging out’ for a few months now. You met on a dating app, after talking for a while, you decided to meet in real life which went pretty well. You figured out that you get along pretty fine, not that you went that deep in conversation.

It was your first time being on a dating app and you were still hesitant to share information to people on there. Dami though was doing the same for a all other reason, she had her fair share of people wanting to meet her for her life as an idol and not her as a person. She was on the verge of quitting the app when you matched, and she decided at the time that you were her last one when she actually was your first interesting encounter on the platform.

You met pretty regularly during this time but not on date or anything public you’ll met at her hotel, and to be honest more times than you wish to admit you ended up hooking up. Rather quickly she became the person you'd call for sex, you sometimes wanted more than that but you weren’t ready and she didn’t seem interested.

After a pretty bad break up last year you promised yourself not to catch feelings for the first person you'll met, you wanted to experimence a hot girl summer or something similar, something that didn’t ask of you emotional effort, just a simple touch.

Dami was good at that she always seemed to express the right amount of affection for you to feel wanted and loved without becoming completely dependante of her.

Or so you thought, now that you had absolutely no news of her, you were getting worried, imagining the worst scenarios in your head. Althought Dami wasn’t exactly one to text a lot, she was often asking you your whereabouts, or asking you to come over.

But as said before, it's been a week and nothing. Absolutely nothing.

It shouldn't affect you this much but it was, you figured that without her, your all mood dropped rather quickly. And as much as you'd like to be pissed about it you're mainly sad.

When the bell rang you were relieved to know that your pizza finally arrived, so you ran to the door trying to brush off your thoughts about Dami. Food has always been your personal escape when you weren't feeling good.

However you weren't sure you were disappointed to notice it wasn't your pizza ringing the bell but your so called booty call.

"What are you doing here ?"

Your words were rather aggressive but you thought it was fair and so did Dami.

"We need to talk."

Some other day you would've been stressed out by the sentence but you were just upset.

" 'We' don't need to do anything together as you made it perfectly clear by ghosting me Dami. So no we don't need to talk, you need to leave."

As you were closing the door on her she put her foot in the way blocking the door.

"I'm sorry."

You didn't answer already feeling like this conversation was about to drain you from all your energy.

"Please hear me out."

Against your better judgment you let go of the door and went back to the living room already tired of what was about to come.

Dami took a minute to realised you weren't blocking the door anymore but when she did she was glad that you were ready to talk to her. She entered your apartment, her eyes wandering around, noticing the way your place was the perfect match to your personality.

Getting irritated by her small smiles you'll try to get to the point.

"You only have until my pizza man arrives. Better talk fast."

As much as she was hurt by your want to get rid of her quickly she did start talking.

"I'm sorry for going silent. The truth is that I got more attached to you than I expected and because I knew you didn't want any sort of relationship it started to hurt me. I'm a coward, I ran away but it's ending now I want to try. I want to be the one to make you believe in relationships again. So if you'll let me I'd like to take you out on a date Y/N and not in a lame hotel room this time."

As much as you'd like to feel giddy and excited about the demand you couldn't help but be terrified. Being in a relationship implied a lot more than what you were ready to give and it also meant renouncing to your newly found freedom.

Seeing your trouble Dami got closer cupping your face.

"Hey, I'm not asking your hand in mariage, not yet anyway. I just want to get to really know you Y/N."

You looked at her eyes, trying to entangle the truth from the jokes. Yet for once all you could see in Dami was honesty, nothing was hidden under it, just the pure and simple truth.

"So would you go on a date with me ?"

You thought about it for a mere second contemplating whether it was a good idea or not.

"Okay"

Dami jumped in the air like a child which made you laugh and notice that you indeed had still a lot to learn about her.

Hey, here's your request. Sorry no smut simply because the story didn't turned out to be inclined to. Anyway have a good day/night ❤️ -Ael

#kpop girls #girl group #girlfriend #girl group scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher dami #dami dreamcatcher #lee yubin #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher icons #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher yubin #dami

[insomnia-dreamcatcher]

stop im soft😭

#bts vision #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher jiu #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #dreamcatcher #p: weverse #lee siyeon #dreamcatcherdaily #sidong #siyeon #lee gahyeon #gahyeon #lee yubin #handong #vision #bts #insomnies #deukae

[plumdepan]

Quelques mots sur Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher est un groupe de kpop qui se distingue par sa musique rock (mais pas que !) et son image dark.

C'est aussi l'une de mes principales sources d'inspiration pour mes histoires. (Si vous voulez savoir, ma bias, c'est Dami 😘)

Ma toute première fanfic Dreamcatcher, je l'ai écrite pour un travail sur les gothic novels, en cours de littérature anglaise (à l'époque où la filière L existait encore... je me sens vieille, en disant ça 😅)

J'ai ensuite partagé cette fanfic sur mon compte Wattpad

Voici le lien : https://www.wattpad.com/story/181047211?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=DarkTiramisu

(En cherchant bien, vous devriez également trouver la version française de cette histoire, traduite par mes soins)

Depuis, je n'ai jamais cessé d'écrire des fanfics Dreamcatcher, même si j'écris également d'autres choses.

D'ailleurs, il faut absolument que je vous parle de SNH48 🤩 mais ce sera pour une prochaine fois

#fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #ecrire #ecriture #imagination #dreamcatcher #kpop #krock #jiu #kim minji #sua #kim bora #siyeon #lee siyeon #handong #yoohyeon #kim yoohyeon #dami #lee yubin #gahyeon #lee gahyeon #wattpad

[glitterhartslittleuniverse]

SVT Girls Profile: ZORA

Stage Name: ZORA (조라)

Birth Name: Lee Kyung Min (이경민)

Position: Lead Rapper, Lead Vocalist, Visual

Sub-Unit: Hip-Hop Team, DIAMOND DREAM

Birthday: July 13, 1997

Birthplace: Busan, South Korea

Nationality: Korean

Height: 162.7cm (5'4ft)

Zodiac: Cancer

MBTI: ISFP

Facts

Kyungmin grew up in a small town house in Busan with her Mother and Father.

She has always loved the arts. As a kid she spent all her time painting, drawing, singing, dancing, anything to do with art. You could say she's quite naturally gifted.

She was street casted by Pledis Entertainment in late 2011. She saw this as the sign that she should try being an Idol and so she auditioned. She passed and moved to Seoul in 2012.

She attended Korea Arts High school. She was classmates with Oh My Girl's Yubin, the two of them are close friends. She graduated in 2016.

She picked the stage name Zora because it means dawn, the time before sunrise when light can first be seen in the sky.

Zora originally didn't think about being a rapper. In their trainee days the company tried to convince some of the girls to try it because they wanted more rappers in the group. She decided to give it a go and ended up enjoying it.

Likes spending her time indoors reading, painting, drawing, playing piano, writing lyrics, watching movies or playing video games.

Personality

Kind, friendly, sensitive and easy going, Zora has a peaceful and considerate nature and she tends to accept people for who they are.

Lives in the present moment and doesn't worry much about the future.

Very detailed and focused. She puts 110% into everything she does. She loves learning new things puts in a lot of effort into everything she does.

Can be very sensitive but is quiet when asked about her feelings. She prefers to write rather then talk about them. She also tends to avoid disagreements or conflicts. This leads her to agree with others instead of shearing her own opinion.

Has a habit of zoning out. Sometimes she can get lost in her head and thinks too deeply about things. She's generally a quiet and reserved person who prefers to be alone but she sometimes needs someone to pull her out of her head and back to reality.

Being the introvert she is she doesn't like being around people she doesn't know very well. She prefers spending time with her close friends and family. Being with her group members everyday is comforting to her because she knows they're always there. And although she does need her space and alone time she always goes back to them, they make her feel comfortable and protected. They are her best friends and family, they are so much more important to her then she could have ever imagined.

Zora cares deeply for the people she holds close, she shows her affection through action rather then shearing her feelings. Her members know she loves them, not because she tells them but through her actions and genuine care for them.

The members describe her as friendly and easy to get along with. She's light-hearted and gentle.

#kpop oc #kpop fictional idol #kpop added member #kpop additional member #seventeen addition #seventeen added member #seventeen 14th member #seventeen 15th member #seventeen 16th member #seventeen 17th member #glitterhart_svtgirls #illusion!ocnet

[n1cholaswang]

POISON — LJH

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!

sucking on a candy cane

lgbtq+ mirae! — lee junhyuk x nb!reader

cw: lingerie (r!wearing), mention of toys, teasing, nipple play

wc: 933 words

a/n: i wanted this to be longer but i rushed it :(( next one will be better <3

IT WAS A week before christmas and you and junhyuk decided to go out to the mall to buy stocking stuffers.

you and your boyfriend separated, you going to find pokémon cards for yubin and junhyuk going to find something for you.

he walked into a dark colored store with all kinds of things inside; shirts, manga, magnets, jewelry, blankets, and as he continued to walk back, he saw sex toys. a wide variety of sex toys.

there were so many, junhyuk nearly passed out trying to choose. luckily, a worker helped him.

he walked out with many toys and a couple of pairs of lingerie. (he thinks he went overboard)

you two met up at the food court, ordering some pretzels and drinks.

"ooh i can't wait for you to see what i got you! you're gonna love it!", you smile, sipping on your lemonade afterwards

"same here", he says quietly, feeling slight embarrassment for buying some lewd items.

— — — •• — — —

it was finally christmas and while everyone else was opening presents, junhyuk took you into the kitchen.

"merry christmas my dear", he kisses your hand before handing you a bag.

you sit down on the floor and take out all the paper, revealing a black slingshot teddy, 2 bodysuits, and a crotchless bra set. you look up at your boyfriend, his arms crossed with a small smirk tugging on his lips.

"keep diggin"

you take his advice, looking dead at a clear suction cup dildo, a glass dildo, a red curved vibrator, a chrome wand, anal beads, and a remote vibrator.

"a-are you planning to use these on me...?"

he thought you'd get the hint, but of course, his innocent partner didn't understand.

he crouched down to your level, placing a finger under your chin, "who else would i buy them for? why don't you wear that set tonight when the boys have fallen asleep?", he leaned into your ear, whispering, "i wanna see how easy i can rip it apart"

you placed everything back in the bag and went to the bathroom, taking off your clothes to put on one of the lingerie outfits. you turn around in the mirror, checking yourself out and being happy with how you looked. you put on the clothes you had on previously and walked out, sitting with the boys and their partners.

siyoung's boyfriend handed you a candy cane, smiling small at you. you took the candy, unwrapping it and taking it into your mouth.

junhyuk watched as you did this, his cock hardening in his pants as he imagined that candy cane was him filling up your mouth. he grabbed the pillow beside him and put it over his lap, sighing in slight pleasure as the soft material pressed up against his hard-on.

he couldn't wait to get you alone.

once everyone went home, you and junhyuk were in the living room together, watching a christmas special of a show the two of you enjoyed.

he placed a gentle hand on your thigh, slowly inching towards the spot he's been needing most, but you moved, making him frown a bit.

you reach over to the table in front of you, grabbing another candy cane and unwrapping it. you placed it in between your lips, sucking just a bit.

his wolf-like eyes studied you before he spoke, "don't you think you've had enough of those today?"

"i like them! leave me alone", you say, licking the candy with your tongue out

you were teasing him and you both knew it. junhyuk took the candy cane out of your hand and leaned in, taking the tip of your tongue into his mouth and sucking lightly. his actions surprised you but you didn't stop him.

his hands gripped your hips and moved you onto his lap, pulling away from your tongue before kissing you with the intent of making you cum untouched.

his lips were pillowy soft against yours, his strong hands holding you in place before forcing your hips upwards, grinding on the painful boner he's had for the past 2 hours.

he groaned into your mouth, licking your bottom lip, asking for access before he explored your mouth with his tongue.

he could taste the mint on your tongue, ecstatic as he continued to swirl the tip of your tongue with his. he hummed in pleasure, feeling a little wet spot form on his cock.

junhyuk's hands unbuttoned the top you were wearing, feeling your chilled and exposed skin. he pulled away only to find out you were wearing that slingshot he bought for you.

he smirked, looking up at your face, "i didn't know you were hiding this. if i did..."

he snapped the thin strings to gain access to your chest, "wouldve fucked you a long time ago"

junhyuk took one nipple into his mouth, the tip of his tongue circling around the sensitive bud while his fingers squeezed the other.

your back arches into his mouth, whining slightly at the attention. your hands go to his hair, pushing his head further into your chest as if that were possible.

he smacks your chest, getting you to whimper and stop tugging on him before he switches nipples.

"junhyuk...", you moan, grinding down onto his dick, "fuck me... please?"

he bites down on your nipple, a squeal leaving your lips.

"i'll fuck you when i feel like it", he mumbles before siyoung walks in.

"oh! i-im sorry... i'll just..."

he walks away slowly but before he leaves the room, he gives junhyuk a thumbs up.

"GET OUT!"

#kpop hard hours #mirae smut #lee junhyuk #junhyuk smut #kpop hard thoughts #smutmas 2022

[dreaminglies]

Hi love! 💕 I found your blog and I saw that you were taking requests, so I wanted to request something. I was wondering if you could write a Dami x female reader x Yoohyeon fic? (if you don’t write poly relationships, then just Dami is fine!) Maybe the three of them play board games and/or video games for a stay-at-home date because the reader isn’t feeling well. I’d also like cuddles and lots of fluffy moments if possible!

Also, could I be 🐼 anon if that’s okay?

Stay safe and well, dear author!! 🥰🥰🥰

hello! thanks for the reques! and yes, you can be 🐼 anon! i hope this meets your expectations. tbh this isn’t much of them playing games 😭 it’s really them just fussing over and taking care of the reader… i hope you enjoy this still! (also please excuse my writing skills…)

LATE GAME NIGHTS

“hey y/n, we’re home!”

the apartment was strangely quiet. yubin stood in the doorway, bags of groceries in her hands. yoohyeon ventured farther out into the living room, calling out your name again.

“y/n, where are you, baby?” she yelled.

both women heard a distant groan in your shared bedroom. yubin quickly set down the groceries and locked the front door while yoohyeon ran into the room, checking to see if you were okay.

the sight in front of her made her feel bad, honestly. you were bundled up in the sheets, a box of tissues by your side. your nose was bright red, resembling rudolph.

“ah… hi yooh…” you weakly said.

yoohyeon gasped, “baby! are you okay?”

yubin entered the room as sniffled, your hand reaching for the box of tissues.

you chuckled, “ah, funny story actually… in the two hours you guys were gone, i managed to get sick.”

yubin quickly walked to the bed and sat down on the edge as you blew your nose. her hand reached up to touch your forehead, relieved to find out you weren’t burning up.

“it’s probably just a sinus infection, love.” she said, reassuring you.

hearing that you weren’t contagious, yoohyeon scrambled onto the bed, wrapping her arms around you. she quickly fussed over you, being dramatic to make you laugh.

she grabbed your face and placed a kiss on your lips. you squealed, resting your head on her chest.

“do you guys… wanna play some games?” you asked, clutching at yoohyeon’s shirt.

“can we play super smash bros?” yoohyeon asked, smiling.

“of course, yooh.”

“yes!” she exclaimed and both you and yubin laughed.

yubin hopped off the bed and said, “i’ll get everything set up. you guys can just hang out until i’m done.”

before she walked out the door, yoohyeon yelled, “can you set out some snacks?”

yubin’s laugh echoed through the apartment as she walked towards the kitchen, “of course, love.”

yoohyeon’s attention was now fully on you.

“how are you feeling, baby?” she asked.

“better, now that my girlfriends are here.” you winked cheesily.

yoohyeon jokingly gagged, her hand hitting your shoulder. you smiled up at her, extremely happy. you may be sick, but at least you weren’t alone.

“do you wanna change into pajamas, yooh?”

she pouted, “yeah but… i don’t wanna leave you alone!”

you laughed and exclaimed, “i’m right here! i’ll be fine. i’ll be in your line of sight the whole time, i promise!”

she seemed satisfied with your answer and got out of bed, quickly rifling through the drawer. you very quickly noticed that she wasn’t searching through her own drawer, but yours.

you smiled, getting a giddy feeling just because she wanted to wear your clothes.

as soon as she was done changing, yubin poked her head into the room.

“you’re not gonna change?”

she looked at both of you, looking pretty comfortable in your pajamas.

“mmm nah, i’m okay.” she said, as she walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

you squealed and laughed as she picked you up out of the bed. your legs circled around her waist as she carried you to the living room, gently placing you on the couch.

“wow, so prince-like!” yoohyeon exclaimed.

yubin giggled and sat down next to you on the couch, handing you one of the wii controllers.

“yoohyeon!” yubin yells as yoohyeon jumps on the couch, almost knocking over all the snacks.

“oops, sorry!” yoohyeon giggled.

yubin sighed and pecked yoohyeon’s lips, showing her she wasn’t really mad.

“i love you guys!” yoohyeon said, smiling.

“i love you too!” you exclaimed, fondly staring at your girlfriends.

“me too.” yubin quietly said.

you both knew yubin expressed her feelings differently so you were satisfied with what she said. you quickly climbed into her lap as the game started, effectively blocking her view.

“ah wha- hey! isn’t this cheating! yoohyeon!”

you giggled, not budging as she tried to push you off of her, not paying attention to the game.

“geez, fine!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes jokingly.

you plopped onto the couch beside her, tucking yourself into her side. yoohyeon glanced over at you and copied your idea, nudging herself under yubin’s arm.

yubin sighed, but you both knew she secretly loved the attention.

as the three of you continued playing, you forgot that you ever felt sick in the first place. yoohyeon and yubin are the only medicine you’ll ever need.

and sure, your relationship may not be “normal” but being normal is boring.

you continued to play into the night, definitely disturbing your neighbors.

“wait no, i wanted to be mario!”

“YOOHYEON. oh god…”

“ahah, i won! sucks to suck, doesn’t it?”

your girlfriends were a little crazy, but so were you… all three of you fit perfectly together. you smiled at them, fondly watching as they fought over what map to play on next.

you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#dreaminglies #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #kim yoohyeon imagines #lee yubin imagines #x reader #female reader #polyamory #kim yoohyeon x reader #lee yubin x reader #fluff #🐼 anon

[neon-city-dreams]

Neon City Knights | The First Knight (Dami Chapter)

Warnings: Alcohol (mentioned),Violence, Blood and General Angst as well some wholesome moments Genre: Superpower AU - Dami x Gender Neutral Reader

Cast: Reader (Minor), Dami (Major), Gahyeon (Minor), Jiu (Minor), Yoohyeon (Minor), Siyeon (technically), Handong (Mentioned)

Wordcount: 5,903 Average reading time: 23 min 36 sec

You and Hood watch the hustle and bustle of Neon City from the rooftop of an old office building. You look at your legs dangling over the edge of the rooftop. The old you would have been scared of suddenly falling to your death. But nothing could hurt you not anymore.

"That best friend of yours has the perfect muse," Hood says, palming the pistol in their hand. You watch Hood effortlessly clear and cock the barrel; a loose shell casing escapes its prison before falling to the city below. You couldn't help but eye the pistol as Hood began playing around with it. 

"You really should thank her for it," You say, knowing the amount of trust and faith it cost to give Hood a live firearm. But the weapon and Hood's codename were a welcoming gift from Dami to signify Hood's initiation into the Neon City Knights.

"Yeah, yeah," She says, waving away your concerns. Despite her words, you knew the gesture touched her. She wasn't going to do anything to destroy the trust she fought so hard to build.

"What was the name of her Muse again?" She asks.

'Once upon a time.'

You watch the gold letters flicker to life above Dami's head. You stare blankly at the letters. So you were hallucinating, right? But why would your mind make up something like that?

"You'll do well with my gift,"

The words reverberate in your head. Was that dream real? You had chalked up the whole experience as nothing more than that a dream. You stare back into the pocket mirror, hoping you had imagined the gold coloring in your left eye. But it did nothing more than reaffirm your new reality. 

"Are you okay?" She asks, placing her palm to your forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever, but you did drink a lot."

You couldn't help but blush while she talked to herself. While you and Dami were close, there were always those specific moments that constantly blurred the line between being 'just friends.' This happened to be one of them. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," You say, voice shaking. Then, thankfully or unthankfully, Dami withdraws her hand. 

"What were you saying before I interrupted you?" She says before briefly glancing at your left eye. You could tell something was bothering her; she had this habit where she couldn't keep her legs still if something was stuck on her mind. But, of course, you hadn't seen that lousy tell of hers since middle school. But there it was, alive and well, as you watched her bounce her leg on the spot.

She bites her lip for a moment. You're unsure if she's keeping something from you, or she's just trying to respect your boundaries. But knowing Dami, it was the latter.

You chuckle to yourself, "You really haven't changed at all, have you, Dami" You say, causing the girl to look at you strangely.

"What do you mean?" She says, her nervous tic coming to a halt. Almost as if her subconscious automatically knew what you were talking about. She looks down at her legs before realizing what she had been doing earlier.

"I thought you were an open book, not me," She jokes. Again, your mind falls back to your talk with the muse in the hotel precisely when she tried to pretend to be your best friend. Perhaps that's what set you off about her. Just the way she talked suggested she had something to hide. But the real Dami always had a hard time with that sort of thing.

"Well, I learned from the best," You say, which elicits a small chuckle from Dami. "Anyway, what's bothering you?"

She glances back to your left eye and bites her lip once more. "I just wanted to ask you about what happened at the mansion," She says before staring at her feet, not quite sure how to start. You get the feeling she experienced something vastly different from what you remember. You stay silent, waiting for her to continue but do nothing to force her to speak.

"Well . . ."

It had only been a few moments since my best friend had excused themself to the bathroom. No doubt, as a result of Gahyeon's dare. The competitive spirit between y/n, Yoohyeon, and Gahyeon never seemed to abate. Especially it seems while they were drinking together. Jiu and I had decided not to partake in the party favor's tonight; after all, we were at some random house party that Sua had invited us to. But, someone had to keep an eye out for trouble.

"Dami," Jiu says, pulling my attention away from the book I was absent-mindedly reading.

"Yeah?" I answer, watching a small frown form on her face. I glance at Yoohyeon and Gahyeon, thinking they had done something to upset our former president. However, they were just arm wrestling each other, no doubt some friendly drunk competition.

"I checked the bathroom, and y/n wasn't there. So I tried calling, but I didn't get a response," She explains. I grab my phone and flick a text to Sua asking if she had seen them. The look of worry is evident on my face as I begin trying to call my best friend. Jiu places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. 

"I'm sure they're okay. I just thought you'd like to know," She says. While it wasn't unheard of for y/n to ditch a party, they usually liked to keep me updated. So this was strange for them.

I hear my phone begin to ring; however, the call doesn't connect. Instead, I'm greeted by the robotic voice of my service provider.

'The number you're trying to call is outside of service range. Please try calling again later.'

I grasp the car keys in my pocket, unsure what to do. Jiu was the only one with a full license and, at the same time, sober enough to drive. But while they could have just gone home, the thought of them going to the mansion like Gahyeon had suggested crossed my mind. I bounce my leg frozen in anxious thought. 

"You take Gahyeon and check their apartment. Then, Yoohyeon and I will check out the mansion," Jiu says, fishing her own car keys out of her coat pocket. I nod in agreement. This was the best of course action, considering I was the only one with a key to y/n's apartment. Leaving Jiu to look after both of the drunk children was a stretch, not to mention rude.

Not being one to wait around, I convinced Gahyeon to join with nothing more than the promise of showing her y/n's apartment. After all, I knew she, alongside Yoohyeon, were envious of my 'exclusive' access to their apartment. The two of them always made it out to be a bigger deal than it was. After all, y/n's parents had given me a key after moving across the country for their dad's job. With what happened during middle school, I don't blame them for wanting someone to keep an eye on them. 

I knock on the door as Gahyeon happily bounces up the steps. No response.

"Wow, this place is really nice!" She exclaims, " Is y/n's dad secretly a CEO or something?"

I hadn't really thought about it. I asked y/n when we were younger, but I didn't really receive a clear answer, and I hadn't thought about it since. 

"Something about audio technology or something," I say, fishing the apartment key from my pocket. I really hoped they were here just passed out in their room. I glanced over at Gahyeon to see the gears turning in her head, no doubt about asking me what kind of audio tech development. Especially one that would afford them the luxury of an apartment for their child and a house elsewhere.

"Primarily in hearing aid implants, their dad was working on a study that helps prevent cognitive disorders like amnesia, dementia as well as face blindness. The therapy is also supposed to aid in the reconstruction of neuron and neural pathways damaged by those disorders," I explain. At the same time, I tried to keep up the study's their father released; it was all beyond me for the time being. But the parts I did understand were fascinating, to say the least. 

The younger girl just blinks in surprise. It was mind-blowing to someone sober like me. I'd hate to imagine what she was going through. I leave her to process the information knowing that she'll follow me in eventually.

I instinctively take off my coat and place it on the coat hook. It was habit at this point. I used to just occasionally stop by during holidays and weekends. But y/n wanted me to feel like this was a second home to me. They had even put my name above the second coat hook. After all, that's where I had always put my coat. I glance at the hook next to mine. I had labeled their name right next to mine as a form of revenge.

"Now it's starting to look more like home." 

Their words echoed in my head, and I couldn't help but smile at the memory.

"Ain't that cute. Next, you'll tell me you have a drawer filled with your things here and vice versa," Gahyeon teases, a smirk evident on her face. I could feel the self-satisfaction exuding from her. However, she was right; I did, so I did nothing to correct her. 

I watch as the neurons fire in her head as her jaw drops. "No way!" She exclaims, bouncing on the spot, no doubt not sure to do about that revelation, "The two of you are practically dating at this point!"  

Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded. While I tried to correct Gahyeon, I knew it was impossible. After all, mine and y/n's relationship always seemed to blur that line between platonic and romantic. Not that I'd ever admit it.

"Dami blushing! That's a sight to see," She teases before unholstering her phone, snapping a photo, and reholstering it. She was like a cowboy with the skill and finesse she displayed doing so. 

I sigh. "Anyway, we're here to check if y/n's here, and after that, we're leaving," I say, changing the subject—a look of guilt washing over Gahyeon's features. 

"You don't think they went to the mansion, do you?" She asks, realizing what she might have just done. At the same time, part of me wanted to tell her the truth. I knew it wasn't going to do either of us any good if I did. Otherwise, I might just end up blaming her needlessly. But now, the question was, what would Jiu say in this situation?

"What does it matter? If they're not here, then they're not here. What does matter is that you're trying to do something about it. Besides, you couldn't have known this would happen." I say the words were coming across a lot harsher than I would have liked. But I hope I got the point across. 

She nods, seemingly unhurt by my words, but she could just be putting up a front. I hope that wasn't the cause. She then moves wordlessly in the direction of their bedroom. I walked towards the bathroom, knowing it was better to cover more ground. 

I knocked on the door, but I didn't get a response, just like most of the evening. I gingerly push the door open, revealing no one inside. Anxiety and fear were beginning to flood my veins as I hastily moved towards the lounge once more, finding no one. I was starting to get desperate. I rushed through the kitchen, hoping to see the silhouette of my best friend making a drunk snack for themself. But yet again, no one was there. I ran to the bedroom, hoping that they were in bed asleep and Gahyeon was just planning some harmless plank.

I open the door and spot only Gahyeon. To make matters worse, she was sifting through my drawer as if looking for sort of secret goss. A flash of anger begins to overwhelm me. After all, despite this being their house, y/n never went through it. That's when I saw what she was holding in her hand while still scrummaging through.

It was a photo of Siyeon, Handong, and y/n at the forest by the mansion. The summer sun bore down on the three kids; despite this, they each had wide grins plastered on their faces. If only they knew what was waiting for them that day. Y/n's parents had asked me to dispose of that as well as a bunch of other things. Considering what happened, I don't blame them. But when I saw that memento of their middle school memories, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Put it back," I say, a cold chill reverberating in my words as my eyes narrowed at Gahyeon. She probably had a good reason to be going through my things, or so I hope. I glance over at the empty bed. Even if she didn't, we didn't have time.

An agitated and flustered look was evident on her face. She looked like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Maybe she was someone who was being framed for someone else's crime.

"It's not wh-" I shake my head, forcing her to fall silent. However, she quickly stuffs the photo back into the drawer before looking down at her feet, clearly ashamed. 

"We can talk in the car," I say before moving back to the entrance to grab my coat. As much as I wanted to yell at her, I couldn't. Not when my best friend could be in danger. Besides, maybe she didn't know?

We drove in silence, the air thick with a mixture of my anxiety and fear, as well as Gahyeon's own. After all, if anything happened to y/n, it was going to weigh heavily on Gahyeon. So perhaps bringing up the drawer incident would do the two of us some good. At least, it would give us a reprieve from the uncertain future. 

"About the drawer," You say, struggling to find a way to start the conversation. 

"I didn't realize it was yours, honest! I just saw it open and thought maybe y/n went back to the apartment to grab something and was heading elsewhere," She says, stammering to explain her point of view. You had never seen the younger girl like this. Maybe the guilt of potentially breaking your trust like that had gotten to her. After all, it was plausible. But what was apparent was she'd make a terrible criminal. 

You think back to before the party. You had stopped by your best friend's apartment to grab some earrings you had left in the drawer. Did you leave the drawer open? The possibility bothered you. After all, that's what separated whether or not Gahyeon was telling the truth. But did it matter? There was no point in hounding the poor girl. There was already enough going.

"That was my bad," I say, deciding to let go of the incident. You glance at the girl briefly as she utters a sigh of relief. Then, however, you notice the quizzical look on her face. 

"Who's the girl with y/n and Siyeon," She asks, curiosity taking hold of her. "Wait, I thought Siyeon didn't know y/n."

I sigh; you should have expected this conversation after she found the photo. "She doesn't," I say simply, but you know that wasn't going to diminish the girl's curiosity. Especially considering that wasn't the truth.

I sigh once more. "Look, it's, complicated and I don't know the finer details. I'd tell you to ask y/n, but they don't like talking about it." I say. It was only the partial truth. Once upon a time, I wanted to ask them about what happened, but after hearing about it from my parents, I knew it was a line never to be crossed. Besides, it was an unspoken rule between the two of us never to talk about it. But I had always been curious about what Handong was like.

I bring the car to a halt just before Jiu's car. I glance at Gahyeon. 

"That stays between you and me," I say, not wanting to mince my words. The girl nods her head in agreement, realizing that if my best friend doesn't want to talk about it, it's probably best if she doesn't bring it up. 

We walk in silence only to see the front door of the mansion banging helplessly against the wall. The fear and anxiety resurface as I rush inside. Gahyeon and I called out for the others, but this place was massive; there was no way they could hear us.

However, a haunting melody calls out as if in response. I run towards it with no fear for my own life. If anything had happened to them, I would tear the world asunder. 

However, I find myself in a rustic city loft with exposed red brick walls before I know it. I was running towards the basement, so how did I end up here?  Was I hallucinating? Wait, I was with Gahyeon; maybe she knows what happened. After all, I could have made a wrong turn distracted by the music. But no matter where I turn, Gahyeon, as well as an exit, is absent from my view. 

I didn't have time for this. So instead, I scanned my environment for some means of escape. Only to be dismayed at the sight of the barred windows. I look to my left to a leather armchair empty as if someone was supposed to be here to greet me. The armchair itself was well kept despite it being vintage. Next to it was a large travel suitcase that shared the same time period as the armchair. It was adorned with only a few stickers, most of which had faded with time save for one saying '174'.

Behind the chair was an old steel shelving unit that went to waist height above, a shelf stocked with all sorts of french wines with names I couldn't pronounce. It served as a display for all kinds of vintage technology that you would find in the 1950s. But that wasn't important; there was all manner of containers, one of which looked like it might contain some old stick grenades. While I was against theft, destruction of property, and other such crimes, I was desperate for a way out. My best friend needed me, and that was all that mattered. However, luck wasn't on my side as the container was empty. I sighed. I needed to come up with a game plan.

"Giving up already?" A voice calls out to me. The voice was familiar to me, but something was different about it. I turn towards the voice to see someone sitting in the armchair—a woman with short blonde hair. I circle around to see Lee Siyeon. But it couldn't be I had seen her earlier today. But here she was, her long black wavy hair now blonde and short.

She smiles. "Perhaps I should have given you my gift. You're far more perceptive than my Lancelot. But I suppose first in first served," She says, her confident demeanor never diminishing even for a moment. She definitely wasn't the real Siyeon. But, while Siyeon was confident, she wasn't arrogant like this woman.

"Arrogant? Interesting, I haven't been called that in such a long time" Her smile only widens, clearly amused. Being called arrogant has done nothing to harm her confidence. However, the fact that she can read my mind is worrisome. But that also meant the arrogant wasn't the right word to describe her. 

"Arrogant would be the right, especially when you are uninformed as you were. But that is fine. You're doing much better than the others. They all were so apprehensive about this reality you find yourself in. You've taken to this situation like a fish to water. You have impressed me, and that hasn't happened since the time of Heracles, so consider it an honor," She explains. She stands up from her chair before applauding mockingly. While most would be offended, I could tell she meant her words even if her actions didn't match.

"You're talking about y/n, aren't you?" I say, folding my arms. "And assuming your words are true, that means you're greek in nature. But the next question, why take the form of Lee Siyeon?" I had chosen just to voice my words at this point. After all, it was wasting both of our time hiding my thoughts like this.

"Smart perceptive and beautiful, you really are the whole deal," She says, still applauding as she compliments me. Then, however, her smile suddenly wanes and becomes serious. "That means I don't have to play around anymore. But yes, you'd be correct. To be more specific, I'm one of the muses. I'd tell you to be careful about mentioning names here. But it doesn't matter; our dear Lancelot has its full attention like a moth to the flame as they say."

She pauses for a moment before brandishing a knife. I instinctively take a step back. "And to answer your question, I can only assume the form of who your dear best friend views as a hero. Someone who can perform superhuman feats." She says before assuming a fighting stance, "Now you're running out of time. Will you awaken and become Gawain, or will you fall to treason like Mordred"

I glance at my surroundings, trying to find anything to help me before looking at my newfound enemy. If her words were anything to go by, she was Calliope, the muse associated with Epics. This meant this would be a hard-fought fight, especially considering I don't know what she's capable of. But as long as I played sm-

I narrowly sidestep out of the way of the dagger's edge. "Don't think, just do," She says before slashing at my ribs, forcing me to take a hasty step back, nearly making me lose my balance. She smiles, enjoying my suffering. I could tell she was holding back for my sake.

I run towards the suitcase but quickly lose my balance as the ground begins to tremor violently. Cracks start to surface in the floor and walls. I look back at Calliope to see her still standing, unaffected by the tremor. However, she seemed to grow frustrated and increasingly so as the ground continued to shake. Finally, pieces of the walls collapse, revealing an unending void waiting for me. However, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by. 

I crawl over to the suitcase and grab the handle. While not the most ideal weapon, it was going to have to do. I stand up and try to form a half-decent stance. However, I was no Siyeon or Sua. I've never been in a fight, and I've only read about them.

Before I even get a second to breathe, Calliope charges at me. I instinctively shield myself with the suitcase. I close my eyes, fearing the worse.

I feel her body come crashing into the suitcase, instantly breaking my defensive guard as my arms fold. The force sends me hurtling into the steel shelves. 

Sharp white-hot pain radiates from several places in my back as I try to stand up. But my legs don't respond. My eyes widened when I realized what had just happened. I was hoping that it was the shock halting my movements. But I knew better than that. 

I look over to Calliope to see her just playing catch with the dagger in her hand, tossing it up and down. "I had such high hopes for you. Especially considering that Galahad and Mordred had made it through their trials," She says, a smirk appearing on her face. I should have known she had superstrength. But that was my fault. At least I still had the suitcase. Who knows, maybe I'll get at least one good hit in. I try lifting the suitcase to find it significantly lighter than before. Finally, I look only to see the handle in my hand. The rest of the briefcase lies next to me, split open, revealing nothing but documents and some book. But that wasn't going to help me, and while I was curious to know who she meant by Mordred and Galahad, it didn't matter at this point.

Calliope huddles down in front of my knife pressed to my chin, that smirk of hers only growing wider. "You really had me believing that you'd tear the world asunder for them, Gawain," She says in faux pain, pressing a hand to her chest before wiping an imaginary tear from her face.

"I thought I only became Gawain if I passed," I say weakly before a coughing fit consumes me. That wasn't a good sign but considering Calliope was about to put me out of my misery; it meant the worse of it wouldn't have time to catch up with me.

"You were valiant enough to be considered the first knight, so it's an honor I'll grant you," She says almost wistfully. "But it'll be a shame to notify Lancelot of your demise. After all, it'll be all their fault for coming here alone, to begin with."

She then leans into my ear. "Knowing that they lost another friend from their selfish actions may finally be the straw that breaks the camel's back." She whispers. How dare she bring up what happened in the forest. Three lives had fallen apart that day; the cracks still show to this day. But just like what happened then, my death wasn't anyone's fault except mine.

"We'll see how they feel when Lancelot becomes shunned and isolated just like Siyeon was, and just like then, you won't be around to fix it." She said her words seething with contempt. But she was right. No matter how much wishful thinking and goodwill I had, I wouldn't be around to fix it.

"Good night, Gawain. May you dream of Lancelot until he joins you in your eternal rest. Oh, and send Hades my regards," She says before stabbing my throat. Or at least she tried. I was not going out like that. My death wasn't going to be weaponized against the person I care about the most.

I push against the force of the blade, my hand wrapped around its edges. My hand was growing numb as I watched my blood drip down my arm and onto my motionless legs. However, that was fine; it made ignoring the pain that much easier. 

I knew everything she said was right one way or another. But none of that mattered if I didn't fall here. It was just as I told Gahyeon.

"What does it matter? If they're not here, then they're not here. What does matter is that you're trying to do something about it."

A voice not too dissimilar to my own echoes my words back to me. I feverishly tried to grab the book it was going to have to do. But I needed to get it within my grasp.

Gawain and the Green Knight, the title read. It was the first book y/n got me to read to them when we were kids. They had mistakenly thought it was a children's book when they gave it to me. The memories of pretending it was a children's book as not to break the fantasy came rushing forth. But so did the dagger as I felt it tear through my fingers inch by inch getting closer and closer to my throat.

I try to lean closer to the book, but my body doesn't respond. I desperately tried to reach for the book even if the logical part of my brain knew it was futile. Even if I got my hands on it, it wouldn't help. But who cares?

"Dad, why does Gawain try to behead the Green Knight even after being told that the green knight will return the blow in a year's time."

" That's a tricky bit of literature, Yubin. But he believed that if he beheaded the knight, he'd be unable to return the following year."

"So he didn't know any better?"

"You're absolutely right, Yubin! But because he was the one that delivered the blow instead of Arthur meant that Arthur was safe and, by extension Camelot. You'll find that not everything can be dictated by logic and fact despite how much you want it to be."

That's right; I remember having that conversation with my dad. If this was as far as fact and logic were going to get me, then I would let my emotions and willpower bring me the rest of the way.

I dig into the rage that Calliope had stirred in my heart. I began pushing the blade back towards the muse, much to her surprise.  It turns out mythological strength was nothing to mortal will. I had bought myself time, but I needed to do something with it. I focus every ounce of willpower I have into forcing my body to move. My body obeys my commands leaving the book within the grasp of my nails but not my fingertips. I could already feel my strength begin to give in my hand. It was practically lifeless at this point, but it had done its job, and it had done it well as I shimmy closer to the book. As I palm the book, I'm reminded of the first words I said when improving the story to my best friend.

"Once upon a time," I say, my words brimming with power as I feel a handle in my grip. Knowing this was my only chance to gain the upper hand, I swung with everything. I had no hesitation in my movement as I cleave into Calliope. Her body disperses into thousands and thousands of pages. Before I could think about the moment any further, I could hear the sound of a light melody. Thanks to the notes, the pain in my battered, bruised, and bloody body faded away like leaves in the wind. Suddenly the room flashes white.

I find myself rushing into what appeared to be a vault of some kind. Sua, Gahyeon, and Yoohyeon quickly join me. While I wanted to ask what happened, especially with Sua's sudden appearance, I noticed my best friend, as well as Jiu, passed out around an open music box. However, I couldn't hear any sound coming from it nor that haunting melody from earlier. So I quickly rushed over to y/n and checked their pulse to make sure they were still alive. As I went to do so, I noticed the copy of Gawain and the Green knight in my hands. That was going to require some investigating. But now wasn't the time. 

"She's breathing," Sua calls out. I glanced over towards her. I hadn't expected her to be the one to check up on Jiu. "How's your dance partner?"

"They're breathing too," I say for once, appreciating Sua's attempt at lightening the mood. But what was Sua doing here, and if she was here, where was Siyeon?

"Turns out Sua and Siyeon went looking for you as soon as I had texted her," I say, watching y/n slowly taking in everything I had said.

"I forgot how good you were at telling a story," They say. "I almost thought you were going to die for a minute."

"So, does that sound similar to what happened with you?" I asked before leaning back in the chair. I felt fatigued for some reason. Perhaps awakening a superpower does that. They nod wordlessly.

"Wait, does that mean we have superpowers now?" They ask incredulously. To answer their question, I grab my copy of Gawain and The Green Knight. 

"Once upon a time," I say, the words brim with power once more. I pull the Green Knight's axe from the book. It was almost weightless in my hand. I set it down next to the foot of the bed with a thud. It would seem it still had its weight to it. That's a note for next time.

"What did you get?" I ask. The surprised and elated look clear on my best friend's face. But it was quickly replaced by an unsure look. That meant they didn't know. But unlike mine and the others, it had a physical manifestation to it.

"Don't worry about it. Yoohyeon's still learning what hers actually does, and Gahyeon's having a hard time keeping hers under control," I said in an attempt to reassure them. It hit its mark as I heard an amused chuckle from y/n.

"Prodigy in academics and superpowers, you really do have a talent for learning things," They remark. I attempt to say something, but all that comes out is a yawn. I go to stand up but begin to stumble as my body is suddenly drained of energy. I turn to ask y/n if it's okay if I crash here because I wasn't in any condition to drive. 

"You can stay whenever you know this," They say, beating me to the punch.

I walk over to my drawer and place my copy of Gawain and the Green Knight in the drawer. The photo of Handong, Siyeon, and my best friend stares back at me.

I'm glad I left out the details about the photo.

Author notes: Welcome back! And before a break-off into a tangent, I will say that Dami did, in fact, choose not to reveal what she keeps in the drawer or the fight with Gahyeon and what Calliope said about the incident in the forest. So now you’re stuck in that beautiful area where you as a reader know, but you as a character don’t. So I hope you have fun deciding how to feel about that.

Anyway, big thanks to @panda-writes-kpop​ and @kingmaker-a​ for the reblogs. I really appreciate it! And it’s thanks to them I got any follows or notes, to begin with.

As always, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I had lots of fun writing this chapter. But I do feel bad for having Dami as the protagonist for this chapter, even if I really enjoyed it. But I promise the next main story chapter will have a lot of reader content. But if you enjoyed this style of chapter, let me know, and I might write more like it.

Before I go, here’s a link to the Character profiles, and hopefully, it works this time. It’ll also be updated by the time you make it this far. Also, here’s Dami’s is and how it works.

Once upon a time:

After uttering the words ‘Once upon a time,’ Dami may pull any object regardless of size out of a book within her reach. However, the object can only be one that appears within the pages of the book. Additionally, any object she ‘creates’ is weightless and may persist indefinitely, assuming it is not magical in nature. This does come with drawbacks. The bigger the object, the more energy she loses during the creation process. She also cannot pull any objects she doesn’t innately understand. Finally, she cannot pull anything alive from the book.  

#dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dami x reader #dami scenarios #dami imagines #superpower au #dreamcatcher au #lee yubin x reader #lee yubin scenarios #lee yubin imagines

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Black Magic

Pairing: Witch!Yoohyeon x Fem!Witch!Reader

AU: Wizard / Magical

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Mild Angst, Use of Potions, Smut

Word Count: ~ 9,921

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Happy October, everyone! I’m back again with another writing. I hope you enjoy it :) Take care of yourselves, you lovely people.

P.S. ~ It gets better as it goes on.

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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The day was dreary. A melancholic sort of fog had come to settle over the academy’s grounds, tinting everything with a grey hue that inspired nothing but lethargy. Rain clouds loomed overhead, holding within their dark wisps the promise of a stormy evening.

Just the same as the students were miserable and affected by it all, so too were the faculty. That shared trait meant the day would be a lazy one, given that no one had it in themselves to offer much more than the bare minimum. Work would still be assigned, of course, and deadlines were still in place, but the insipidity of the outside world had already seeped in and begun to take over. 

With everyone at its mercy, they did their best to just push through it. 

And you, sipping on your third energy potion of the day and hiding away in the back of the library, were making some progress on that mission. 

A hefty textbook laid open beside your notebook on the table in front of you, full of sketches and drawings to accompany the paragraphs of mind-numbing information in between. It was for your anatomy class, and you were studying for the exam you had coming up next week. 

To the left of you, windows arched high into the air, soaring until they reached the roof. A mural sprawled its way across the ceiling, picking up where the windows left off and stretching to the other sides of the room. It depicted a beautiful night sky, full of lone stars, constellations, and other celestial bodies. Paired with the wooden interior of the room – a rich brown that exuded pristine excellence – it looked wonderful.  

Only once you came to that conclusion did you realize that your eyes had drifted away from your book again. 

You rubbed them, hoping to ease the ache they felt and gear yourself up for another hour or two of study. The words in front of you had begun to blur together, though, and you knew you needed to take a break if you hoped to actually retain any information at all. 

The chair beneath you made a hushed squeak as you stood up and pushed it in. You didn’t bother to pack your things up before leaving; you were coming back soon, after all, and it was incredibly unlikely that anyone would want to steal any of it. If the worn pages and poorly done annotations enticed them that much, then more power to them. 

Endless shelves stood tall as you wound your way around them on your journey to the hall outside. The sea of books that resided on all of them, meticulously organized and not a hair out of place, painted the air of the room with a richness unlike anything else. The ink, the aged pages – it all intermingled, blending their every story into an amalgamated masterpiece. It was comforting, in a lot of ways, but a little overwhelming, too. 

The sheer amount of history that these four walls held was enough to make your head spin if you thought about it long enough. 

The library's glass doors swung open easily as you pushed them, revealing an unusually calm main hall. Activity was sparse, with merely a handful of students walking to class or digging through their lockers. A few pockets of people glanced your way upon hearing the door, but they went back to minding their own business a few seconds later. 

Along the walls, mounted torches burned brightly. Just like in the library, multiple arching windows gave a wide view of the academy’s grounds. Together, the two sources offered plenty of light to the hall. It still attempted to brood, though, with its dark corners and shady sections that vied to be different. 

As you passed by a set of lockers, a new poster caught your eye.

Fall Formal served as its title, big and bold at the top of the page. Below it were the specifics, like where it was being held and how much tickets were. Ophelia Square and thirty dollars, respectively. 

You simply shook your head at it and continued on. Brighton Academy had never once in its many years of existence pulled off a dance worth going to – formal or otherwise. And it was a pity, too, because the aesthetic and facilities were all there at its disposal. 

Could you have put any faith in it, you might have even considered going. 

But you learned your lesson long ago, during your first year here. Now it was your third; you were practically a natural at seeing through the many façades that the school tried to put up. 

At Brighton, a healthy dose of reality never hurt, anyways. Being surrounded by magic and other unthinkable things on the daily could cause people to get a little… out of touch, after all.

Clearly you valued your wit and cynicism more than most. 

For the most part, though, it seemed rather harmless. Perhaps you were judging too hard. Maybe this would be the year that they finally turned things around. 

“Yubin, I can’t do that!”

Suddenly, a hushed voice grabbed your attention. 

You stopped and looked behind yourself, doing a little spin as you searched for its source. When you spotted an empty classroom with its door slightly ajar and soft lamplight peeking out into the hall, you knew you had found it. Curiously, you moved a little closer to investigate. 

A reply came, unintelligible and masked by the static of a phone. 

“That’s wrong on so many levels.” The first voice returned, pleading for the person on the other end to have some sense. It was feminine, and sounded incredibly familiar…

“Yah, pabo–”

Holy shit. It was Kim Yoohyeon. Resident keeper of your heart. 

You pressed yourself against the rough surface of the wall in hopes of remaining unseen. Movement came from inside; pacing, from what you could make of it. Her footsteps were light but full of restrained tension. 

She twirled her wand in her hand, turning it over and absentmindedly fidgeting with its textured surface as she listened to Yubin. When she crossed between two of the lab tables in the room, you noticed her adamantly shaking her head. 

“Of course I like her, but I can’t take advantage like that. Did Mrs. Perlow teach you nothing in potions?! That’s more than dangerous.”

Yubin continued with her point, knowing she was capable of selling it if Yoohyeon would give her the opportunity. She was merely trying to convince her to practice a spell of enchantment… which she could then use on the person she’d been admiring from afar since the start of the year. Yubin was tired of seeing her best friend so lovesick – especially when, technically, something could be done to remedy the situation. 

“Fine. I’ll practice it, but only because I want to make sure I remember the spell. I’m not going to use it on her.”

Yubin sighed victoriously in their shared dorm across campus, raising a triumphant fist into the air. 

They shared a word of goodbye before Yoohyeon hung up and made a noise of annoyance at her phone in retaliation. 

You couldn’t help but smile.

“I can’t believe I’m really going to do this,” she muttered to herself, turning around. 

You ducked further behind the wall at the last possible second before being spotted. That was close.

When she began to cast the spell, her voice was as soft and sweet as ever. Unlike some of the other students, she didn’t need to be loud for her spells to work; her power went deeper than that. Truly, she was one of the academy’s most talented witches. A twitch of her finger could conjure a flame larger than even some of your professors’. The stomp of her foot could disarm other wizards within a ten foot radius. One glance from her could send people to their knees. 

From the moment she had arrived on campus at the start of the year, so charming and bubbly, she'd had you enraptured.

She was a force to be reckoned with in every sense of the phrase, and you couldn’t deny your excitement at being so close to such a skilled woman. 

You held your breath when she circled her wand into the air, pointing it towards the ceiling and subtly twisting it about. Her movements were simple yet graceful, and full of a practiced ease that she’d spent years of her life perfecting. 

A red and purple stream of haze began to form around her wand, circling on its way upwards like billowing smoke. It shimmered in the light of the room, almost like glitter. It was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen.

It made sense to you then why she was so reluctant to practice the spell; in just a matter of seconds, you were already being lured in by the simple sight of it. 

That could only mean that it was incredibly potent.

She repeated the incantation like a mantra, invoking more and more power by the second. 

You blinked a few times and looked away, snapping yourself out of your daze. 

As you straightened your posture some and attempted to regain the rest of your senses, a loud shout echoed from somewhere further down the hallway. The noise grew louder as more voices joined in, creating a thundering murmur of excitement. Footsteps were added to the mix; it sounded like a stampede of people were coming your way. 

That, you quickly learned, was the understatement of the century.

As you peered down the hall, members of the academy’s rugby team rounded the corner with an entire crew of supporters in tow. They whooped and cheered for them, celebrating what you could only assume was a recent success. Their mussed uniforms and sweaty appearances supported that theory, too. 

One of them – a second year student that you’d recently tutored – raised his head and locked eyes with you. A smile grew on his lips, and he cupped his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouted your name. You panicked and shook your head at him, frantically waving your hands to get him to stop.

But he didn’t. His calling drew the attention of some of the other people around him, leaving you with only one chance of escape.

Before more of them could notice you, you quickly darted inside the classroom with Yoohyeon and shut the door behind yourself. Your back pressed against the surface of it, and you sent out a silent prayer for them to stay away. 

But your unexpected intrusion came with consequences that you never saw coming. 

Ever the scaredy cat that she is, Yoohyeon was caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. She spun around to face you with a poorly muffled scream of terror; in the process, her jarred movement inadvertently cast her spell.

Just like in the movies, time seemed to slow down.

It shot across the room in a flash of red and hit you in the center of your chest, stealing away every bit of breath you had left in your body. 

As you helplessly gasped for air and fell to your knees, her eyes went wide. Panic set in immediately as she pocketed her wand and ran to you, letting out a slew of apologies. 

She crouched down beside you and took your face in her hands, raising your head so that she could assess you. 

With a brush of her thumb across your lips, she cast a recovery spell that allowed you to finally inhale a deep breath.

Warmth spread throughout your entire body, radiating from where you were hit. 

"Y/N?!" 

The poor girl was terrified that she might’ve killed you. When she lost control of the spell, it was no longer a simple one of enchantment. It became unstable before it hit you, shifting into something else entirely. There was no telling how powerful it was at the time of impact, or even what exactly it was. 

You put a hand on her forearm and sat up, leaning your back against the wall as you recovered. 

She kept your face cradled as your breathing began to return to normal, and she moved to sit cross-legged in front of you.

"Are you okay?" 

A shiver ran through your body at the sound of her voice. When her sentence stopped, it subsided. 

What the hell?

"I… I'm not sure." 

She shook her head and dropped her hands, absentmindedly allowing them to fall to your thighs. 

"I'm so sorry," she uttered regretfully. "I never meant for this to happen." 

The hair on the back of your neck stood up, keenly aware of the softness and sincerity in her tone. Her hands on you, attempting to provide comfort, felt better than they should have. The only thing that stood between her fingertips and your overly-sensitive skin was the material of your pants.

"It's okay," you soothed, though you were trying to convince yourself just as much as you were her. "I know you didn't." 

When her eyes met yours for a fleeting second, your heart fluttered. 

As she attempted to gauge your status, she couldn't help but notice the flush of your cheeks and the way you squirmed under her touch. When her fingers edged up your thigh the slightest bit, she could feel your body trembling.

"I should take you to the infirmary." 

You blushed at the idea of people seeing you like this. 

"That's not necessary; I'm fine."

She quirked a brow and leaned in a little closer. Her floral perfume washed over you, overriding your senses. "Are you sure? You don't seem like it." 

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to speak in that moment. Her proximity was making your head fuzzy.

"Y/N, don't lie to me…" she warned, voice stern and a little deeper than before. 

You swallowed nervously, feeling as though she could see right through you. Your heart was racing faster than before, and the room was about ten hundred degrees too hot for your liking. Surely you looked a mess. 

"I'm–"

"Look at me," she interrupted, hooking two fingers beneath your chin to lift your head up. 

Her touch was electric.

Something changed as she peered into your eyes. Her rampant concern shifted – slowly, at first – as realization began to dawn on her. Your behavior was beginning to make sense now. 

Though you tried your hardest, you couldn’t pry your gaze away from her lips. They shined in what measly amount of daylight the window permitted to enter, looking so kissable you almost couldn’t stand it. Your hands were at your sides, grasping the material of your pants in an attempt to stay busy. 

It took every ounce of self control you possessed to keep from pouncing on her. 

Some indescribable desire was overtaking you, leaving you bewitched in a miserable way. It coursed through your body like the very blood in your veins and clouded your mind. All you could think about was Yoohyeon.

Whatever you were fighting was carnal.

Tense silence befell the room – tangible, yet as fragile as glass – as she unconsciously glanced down at your mouth. Curiosity burned in her, too, unbeknownst to you. She shifted a little closer without even trying. 

Your impulsive mind was begging you to take that as a sign and give in, but you fought it. Surely you were just imagining things. 

“What does it feel like?” She asked softly, breaking the quiet. She was still studying you intently. 

“I can’t explain it with words.”

You noticed the subtle way she bit the inside of her cheek when her gaze dropped down again. It filled you with foolish hope. 

“Is there another way? I want to know how to fix this, Y/N.”

Why did she have to be so kind? It would have been better for her to just leave you and let the spell run its course. 

“There… might be,” you answered hesitantly, avoiding eye contact. Having her attention like this made you feel small.

“Show me. Please.” A slight undertone of desperation was present in her voice, but it was obvious that she was trying to hide it. 

You were taken aback by that fact, and it showed when you looked at her again.

You raised a hand to her cheek and cupped it, smiling a little despite yourself when she leaned into it. Your heart pounded like never before. You were beyond nervous in every way possible, but you knew you could only fight your desire for so long; it was taxing. 

Especially when she was looking at you like that.

“Don’t hate me,” you mumbled apologetically.

Before she could utter a response, you were leaning forward and capturing her lips in a kiss. 

For a brief second, she tensed up. Her breath caught in her throat, and she made a little noise of surprise. But once you pressed your body closer to hers and ran the pad of your thumb across her cheek, she relaxed into you. 

Her lips were soft against yours, and the gloss that adorned them transferred to your own with your shared movement. It was her signature; you’d seen it on her so many times, both in class and at events that the academy put on. Its color was so distinct – so… her – and you’d always wondered what it tasted like.

Tropical fruit, you quickly discovered, as its flavor made its way to your tongue. It was warm and smooth – addictive – and you could feel yourself slipping further under when she pulled you in closer with a hand on your shoulder.

Her gentle breaths fanned out across your cheeks as she deepened the kiss, taking you by surprise. 

She let out a poorly-muffled sound of pleasure when your hands grasped at her waist a little restlessly, and the noise spurred you on. It reignited something in you, flipping a risky switch. You were quickly getting overwhelmed by it all, and what little composure you had left was slipping away.

“Yoohyeon,” you said against her lips, half-whining and half-warning. 

Why hadn’t she pushed you away yet? 

“Shhh,” she pacified, her voice like velvet. “Let me help.”

Her hands fell to your thighs again as she replaced her lips on yours, effectively silencing you.

Thunder boomed outside, mirroring the intensity you felt inside. The grey sky swirled, too, refusing to be still – just the same as your untamed heart. The lamp in the corner flickered a little as the academy’s electricity surged, fighting hard to remain on. 

Heavy droplets of rain pattered against the window in droves – unruly sheets carried by the unpredictable winds. 

But Yoohyeon seemed oblivious to the chaos around her. Or, at least, she didn’t mind it. All she cared about was the soft way you sighed into her mouth, and how you held her so desperately. It was a bit possessive, and she couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks because of it.

Your wanting hands buried themselves in the material of her skirt, gripping her hips. 

That’s precisely when the ache between her legs refused to be suppressed any longer. 

She guided your hand beneath the material with one of her own and led it to her inner thigh. All she needed in that moment was more of your touch. Something – anything. She didn’t care. Just more of you, in any way you’d allow. 

When you began to massage her skin in slow, teasing strokes, a breathy whine slipped out of her mouth. 

“Y/N, please,” she nearly begged. Her forehead pressed to yours as she rocked her hips a little in search of some sort of relief. Your eyes briefly fell to her lap, and you watched as your hand disappeared further and further under her skirt. The way she trembled for you was intoxicating.

The collar of her uniform top dug into her throat, too tight for comfort as her ragged breathing only got worse by the second. 

You reached up with your free hand and undid the button of it, hoping to ease her strain. She tilted her head back and moaned when your fingers lazily rubbed the newly-exposed skin to soothe it. The muscles there were taut and enticing, begging to be admired.  

Her brows knitted together and her teeth sunk into her lip when you toyed with the waistband of her lace panties, debating on whether or not to take things further. Her head spun with the stimulation she was receiving simultaneously; she didn’t know what sensation to focus on more. Even the smallest of touches from you had her wanting more. 

“P-please, jagi.”

Unable to help herself, she grinded against your hand when you slid her panties to the side. Your lips kissed a path from her shoulder to her pulsepoint, leaving a few lovebites in their wake as she writhed pitifully in your arms. Your name fell from her lips like a mantra as she pulled you flush against herself.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” strangely, her voice began to fade away…

“Y/N! Please wake up!” 

Your eyes shot open and you sat up with a start, dazed and confused. The classroom around you was the same, and Yoohyeon was next to you. You looked around, attempting to piece together what the hell had happened.

Your head had been her lap, you discovered, as you brought a hand up to the back of it to awkwardly scratch it. You turned to face her, finding her phone in her hand with Yubin’s name and contact image displayed on the screen. She had dialed her up the second you fell unconscious.

The genuine look of concern on her face tugged at your heart strings.

“What happened?”

“You passed out when my spell hit you. I’ve been trying to wake you up ever since.”

You swallowed thickly and brought a hand up to your chest, rubbing the area of impact again. It was growing warm just like before, and the sound of her voice only made the ache you felt earlier return. 

Had that really all been a dream? It felt so real…

She reached a hand out to you and moved to come closer, but you evaded her touch and backed away. You closed your eyes tightly, refusing to look at her; whenever you did, flashbacks of the dream (or whatever it was) came back in a rush. 

You missed the way her face fell in response to your rejection. 

“I-I’m better now,” you stuttered out, fumbling a bit as you stood up. Your knees were weak, and a bitter part of you wanted to laugh at that. Your body was acting as though your fantasy had really happened.

“Y/N, wait,” she requested, standing as well.

But you were already twisting the doorknob and slipping out into the hall before she could get another word in. Your form disappeared in a flash of embarrassment, and you did your best to hide your face as you began your hurried retreat to your dorm.

“...did she leave?” Yubin’s curious voice asked, sounding a little staticky over the phone line. 

Yoohyeon sighed, shaking her head at your actions. All she wanted to do was help. 

“Yeah,” she answered. 

Yubin tutted before going quiet for a moment. Only the faint sounds of pages turning could be heard. Yoohyeon paced in the meantime.

Before too long, the slightly younger witch spoke again. “I think I have an idea of what went wrong,” she said, as her eyes zeroed in on a certain spell in her book. The symptoms that Yoohyeon had informed her of, paired with your immediate reaction, all lead her to believe that it was what you were struck by. 

“It’s a variant of Amore,” she continued, “...and it’s really potent. We’ll need to whip up an antidote to ease her symptoms.”

“What will she experience?”

“Hallucinations, fever, and lust like never before," she listed, upon reading from the page. "Since this strain is only produced by a corruption of the original spell of love, it’ll heighten her existing desires tenfold or more.”

Yoohyeon’s eyebrows furrowed. “Existing desires? For who?”

“Whoever cast the spell, of course,” she replied. “You.”

That didn’t make any sense. Yubin had to be mistaken; you obviously didn’t have any pre-established feelings for her. 

“There’s no way that’s right, Yubin.”

“Why do you say that?”

She thought back to the way you had avoided her like the plague once you woke up. 

“She wouldn’t even look at me when she came to. That doesn’t really add up with your prediction.”

Yubin studied the page a little more before replying. She was humble enough to admit that the chance of her being wrong existed, but she highly doubted that that was the case now. Everything just aligned too well for it. 

“Just come back to the dorm. We can sort it out together here.”

“Alright,” Yoohyeon agreed. “See you soon.”

She pocketed her phone with a tense sigh before running her hands over her face a few times. 

Put lightly, she felt uneasy about the entire situation. It all felt… wrong. She shouldered any and all responsibility when it came to your predicament, and because of that, she regretted not putting up more of a fight when you left. Guilt made its inevitable, insolent journey to her heart in the wake of her failure to act. 

It made the classroom feel even more vacant and cold, as she stood alone in the middle of it. 

Judging by the noises you had made when you were unconscious – helpless, distant mumbles and calls of her name – she knew you were battling something stronger than either one of you had ever been up against. 

And although it should have, her skill in the arts did next to nothing in easing her worries. 

She knew she was gifted, but her imposter syndrome invoked her deepest fears of inadequacy when faced with a serious matter like this.

And – as selfish as it sounded – she couldn’t help but think that she might not have been so ashamed if anyone else had been her victim. She knew that nearly killing you wasn’t likely to score her any points, nor was it particularly advantageous in helping her gain your favor in the long run. 

She lamented over all of her wasted efforts thus far, fully aware that that single strike from her wand had surely eradicated all of the fruits of her labor from your heart and mind. 

Every study session that the two of you had shared before. 

Every late night escape to the outskirts of the academy, where you and your shared group of friends rendezvoused with hers to sneak around and do things you probably shouldn't have.

Every clumsily flirtatious line that she ever tried on you, with the excuse of alcohol floating nearby as a scapegoat. 

If Yubin was correct, the spell's power would eclipse all of those genuine moments and twist any true feelings you might’ve potentially had for her into something unmanageable. At her hands, you would suffer; and she expected to lose you because of it.

Once the enchantment was lifted, you'd certainly be exhausted by the mere sight of her. So, then, how could she expect you to still find any fondness for her in your heart?

It was impossible at best, and it disheartened her to say the least. She doubted you'd even want to be in the same room as her after it was all said and done.

Alas, all she could do now was hope to find the correct solution to heal you. She could settle for your full recovery, if nothing else.

—---

Your Dorm

After arriving, you quickly sent a text to your roommate – who was hidden away in one of the private study rooms of the library – and asked her to retrieve your abandoned belongings. 

She answered almost immediately and sent you a picture, confirming that she had collected it all safe and sound. She told you she still needed to study, though, and that she wouldn’t be back for a little while. 

You assured her that that was fine before throwing your phone onto the bed haphazardly. 

More than fine, you thought to yourself, as less-than-innocent thoughts of Yoohyeon returned to haunt you. You were miserable, completely and utterly, so it was a welcome thing to have the room to yourself in the meantime. 

For a very real, very serious second, you contemplated smothering yourself with your pillow. 

You buried your face in the loose folds of its silky case as you collapsed onto the bed, and you did all you could to put your racing mind to rest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you had no idea of how to stop it. 

A thin sheen of sweat appeared on your forehead before long; this spell took being hot and bothered to a whole new level. 

You felt the back of your shirt being lifted, inch by inch, until soft lips left open mouth kisses up your spine. Manicured nails ghosted over your skin, creating goosebumps wherever they went. 

“So beautiful,” Yoohyeon’s alluring voice whispered, only to you. 

Her hand slid down the front of your body, heading for your center when you unconsciously lifted your hips for her. She admired your every curve and line along the way, promising to worship them properly if you were patient for her.

You groaned loudly and shook your head, willing the fantasy away.  

This had to be some sort of cosmic torture. Karma coming back to bite you for some unspeakable atrocity you committed in a past life. 

Even the paintings on your walls judged you. They were poised above your turmoil and boasted cheerful people with smiles that you couldn’t mirror even if you tried. 

The rest of the room was full of a certain tranquility, too, that brought out the deepest parts of your envy. From your roommate's perfectly made bed to the two desks that sat beneath your window, not a thing was out of place. 

And yet there you were. An epicenter of chaos. 

Fearing for your own sanity, you wracked your brain for a temporary fix for your problems.

Should you cast a sleeping spell on yourself? No, that wouldn’t do. It would allow your body to recuperate, sure, but you’d also be trapped in your deepest dreams of Yoohyeon with no way out. There was no way of telling how that would end. 

Your next idea was to prepare a potion to combat your symptoms, but deep down you knew that you were incapable of producing one strong enough to do the trick. The spell was simply too powerful, and given your state, you were just too weak. Thinking clearly and rationally had long ago gone out the window, after all, and the very lines between reality and fiction were blurred irreparably. 

So, back to the drawing board you went. You ruminated, searching each and every corner of your mind for an avenue of assistance. Thankfully, before long, the universe graced you with a glorious eureka moment.

A cold shower! You brightened as the solution crossed your mind. 

That would do the trick, you promised yourself, as you hastily entered the bathroom. You stripped and set the water just shy of hypothermia-inducing temperatures.

When you stepped in, your initial reaction was to evade the stream of frigid water that bore down unsympathetically. But as you eased yourself into it, you discovered how welcome the feeling was. The droplets combatted the pervasive heat, and you finally felt capable of taking in a breath. 

You cherished the sensation for a while by running your hands up and down your body and turning to face the shower head. When you were satisfied, you reached for your shampoo to begin your routine. 

Everything went smoothly until you began to wash your body. 

You had just applied a generous amount of soap onto your loofah and began to work it into the textured material when it slipped from your hands. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” you lamented. 

Soapy water cascaded down your body as you bent at the waist to retrieve it; once it grazed your fingertips, you were quick to grab it.

Before you could upright yourself again, a dominant hand pressed to your back, keeping you bent over. You reached out to steady yourself on the wall as a pair of bare hips brushed against your ass, rutting subtly. 

"Why do you keep fighting your feelings, Y/N? I can make you feel so good, if you'll just let me." 

Your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar voice. It dripped with a confidence strong enough to ruin you. 

The warmth that radiated from her stood in stark contrast with the chilly water beating down on you. It felt too good for words.

Yoohyeon’s hands tracked their way to your hips, paying no mind to how crazy they drove you. She eased you further back against herself as she teasingly rutted again. A smirk tugged at her lips when she felt how wet you already were. 

"Stop," you weakly said. 

But she didn't. 

Her right hand simply dropped lower, and her fingertips circled your clit in response. 

Obscenities fell from her lips as you shuddered beneath her. She was bringing your body to life in such a wonderfully cruel way. 

"Say it with a little more conviction if you really want me to," she instructed, as she raised you up into a standing position again. Her naked body was flush against yours in an instant, clouding your judgement. 

She kissed your neck gently, allowing the action to be a full 180 from everything else she was subjecting you to. It was her version of a peace offering, as her hand still worked between your aching thighs.

A little treat to soothe your insatiability. 

"Please,” you begged. Had you had the energy to care, you might’ve been embarrassed at how pitiful you sounded.

"Alright, my love." 

When you opened your eyes again, you were alone. Every trace of her had vanished, just the same as the water swirling down the drain. 

You used the wall to steady yourself again, feeling humiliated. Your legs were untrustworthy. 

– 

Yubin & Yoohyeon’s Dorm

The two skilled witches stood side by side, reading from the same page of Yubin’s spellbook. The latter pulled on the adjustable arm of her desk lamp, bringing it closer until it hovered over the words and showered the annotations and sketches in warm light. 

They had been going back and forth for the past few minutes on whether or not her initial prediction was correct. 

Yoohyeon’s arms were crossed at her chest, and the look on her face screamed skepticism. 

“Look,” Yubin pointed at one of the formulas. “It had to have been a cross between the Amore variant and a spell of temptation.” She reasoned. “You were thinking about her right before you cast it, right?” 

The younger girl already knew the answer, but she wanted to check all of the boxes.

Yoohyeon bit the inside of her cheek, becoming a little flustered. She felt called out. “Yes.” 

The look in Yubin’s eye softened. When Yoohyeon had first started catching feelings for you – those incessant, fluttering butterflies that were annoyingly endearing – Yubin was the first and only person she told. She’d watched her pine for months on end, and that’s precisely why she encouraged her to practice the spell in the first place. 

But had she known that this would happen, she never would’ve pushed her to.

“I figured.” She nodded lightly. “That’s why I’m so certain I’m right.”

Yoohyeon sighed, though she kept the noise to herself as best she could. She didn't want to believe it.

“There’s no reasonable explanation for why her reaction was so strong. Corrupted variant or not.”

Yubin pondered for a moment. Her pencil twirled in her hand, and she rhythmically tapped its eraser against the surface of her desk as her mind worked its magic.

“Are you sure she doesn’t like you back? Even budding feelings can heighten the effects of these spells under the right circumstances.”

Her gaze fell to the floor, and her head shook, just a little. “I don't know."

You'd always acted so different around her than everybody else. She could never properly read you.

A frown formed on Yubin’s lips, full of pity. She had to be mistaken; any sane person would be head over heels for her.

“Well, there’s still good news,” she mitigated, looking at the bright side of things. “The antidote for this won’t harm her even if the enchantment she’s under really is a different one. Either it stops her symptoms or it does nothing at all.”

“That’s comforting.”

Yubin nodded. She drew in a deep breath and raised her head towards the work station of their room. It was complete with a cauldron, beakers, tools, and every ingredient that they would need. Thankfully the antidote didn’t require any outlandish or rare components.  

“If we work together, we can have it done before the end of the night.”

Yoohyeon’s lips pursed briefly in thought as she set her jaw. Her determination was as strong as ever. 

“Then let’s get started.”

–

Your Dorm

At some point between your disastrous shower and less-than-dignified retreat to bed, the raging storms outside had ceased. The skies were clearer than before, although the velvet cover of night was ridding them of any and all remaining daylight. Stars were picking up their twinkling again, and the moon was poised high above everything else. 

A wet washcloth was folded across your eyes to ensure that your body temperature didn’t exceed an acceptable limit. It eased your headache some, too, although it wasn’t enough to put you out of your misery entirely. 

Every fiber of your being still hummed and your stomach was full of butterflies. Your chest tingled, taunting you. The constant, neverending urge to writhe and squirm was challenging to hold at bay. Your body begged for friction – for release – but no matter what, nothing was ever enough. 

The inseam of your shorts teased your sensitive bud with every hopeless sway of your hips. The material of your shirt ghosted across your skin, flitting over the peaks of your breasts that begged for attention. 

Every added sensation left you breathless, but it failed to push you over the edge. 

You whined and flattened the cloth out across your entire face, praying that the cold material would be enough to offer a short reprieve.

The scent of Yoohyeon’s perfume permeated the air, almost as if she was really there. You'd never experienced such a visceral sense of neediness before in your life. You'd wanted things, sure – lusted after them, even, and with conviction – but nothing compared to this. 

The version of her that resided in your mind commanded your psyche in a torturously beautiful way. It was exhausting, to say the least, and oh so humiliating. But something about being so wholly at her mercy did things to you. And for some twisted reason, your mind decided to use that against you, over and over. 

She returned in waves. 

Any hope of release was continuously pushed farther with every visit she paid; she dangled it proudly, like a prize, just out of reach. 

Like an unbeatable race, she extended the finish line mere seconds before you reached it. A never ending saga, trapping you between the Heaven and Hell that the spell crafted into existence. 

If you were the powder, she was the fuse. And oh, how brightly you burned.

—

Later, Across Campus

Yoohyeon did her best to tread lightly, but the faint clicking of her shoes still echoed out across the expansive corridors of the academy. They were void of activity, given the late hour, and she appreciated that. With no interruptions or distractions, she could make it to you faster. 

Her conscience had been twisting itself into knots relentlessly for the better part of the evening anytime she stopped to imagine what you must’ve been going through. Tall tales and readings were the only means by which she had attained any information on the side effects of such a spell, and none of them eased her mind in the slightest. She was worried sick, and the only thing capable of consoling her was seeing you alright again.

The crystal bottle of antidote was cradled in her hands, shimmering with a slight green hue. 

She passed by more arching windows, finding streaky stains marring their typically spotless surfaces. The rain may have stopped, but it left traces like that everywhere, ensuring it wasn’t forgotten. Puddles of stagnant water reflected moonbeams all across the yard, pooling in various sizes. 

She felt bad for the groundskeepers that would be tasked with prettying it up in the morning. 

The towering ceilings of the grand hall greeted her as she stealthily continued on her journey. They loomed high above, keeping watch.

She remained vigilant to avoid getting caught by any passing faculty or patrolling guards there. It was past curfew, which meant they’d be more apt to question her if she got caught without a valid excuse for being away from her dorm.

So she made a promise to do whatever it took to remain inconspicuous. If the need presented itself, she was prepared to cast a spell of invisibility; the simple words of the incantation remained on standby, resting on the tip of her tongue. 

For you, she was set on making things right, no matter what it took. 

—-

Your Dorm

A knocking resounded from the door, causing you to peek at the time on your phone. A couple of hours had passed since your conversation with your roommate, so you’d been expecting her to arrive any moment. You knew her arms would be full of both your and her own belongings, and so you dragged yourself out of bed to assist her. 

The steps you took were weary and a bit unstable, but you disregarded all of that. You swung the door open and leaned against it, grateful for its sturdiness. 

When you made eye contact with the bane of your existence instead of your roommate, your shoulders sank defeatedly. She had the nerve to smile at you, acting as though she hadn't been encouraging your demise all evening. 

You paused and drew in a deep breath, fed up. This was getting ridiculous.

What did you have to do to put an end to it all? Would giving into the fantasy stop it?

She looked you up and down, studying the state you were in. When she noticed how mussed your clothes were and how ruinous you looked – completely and utterly fucked out – an expression of pity naturally pulled at her features. 

You mistook it as teasing arrogance. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered. Your exasperated voice was harsh against the quiet that had fallen over the academy.

Yoohyeon’s eyes went wide as you put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in close, all in one swift movement. Before she could even get a sound out, your lips were on hers and kissing her like your life depended on it. 

A vibrant, crimson blush sprawled its way across her cheeks and neck, even reaching the top of her ears as you unabashedly gave into your desire. The hallway was empty, but even still… did you have no shame? No fear of being caught?

She found her answer when your hand trekked down to the hem of her shirt and lifted it, revealing her toned stomach. Instead of using your words to admire it, your fingertips took their place; they caressed the sculpted lines and curves there, offering their own kind of praise. 

Her back arched involuntarily, searching for more of your touch.

She pulled her lips away from yours and turned her head, shying away as she attempted to catch her breath. Your free arm came to encircle her waist, and your head ducked down to her neck to kiss there instead. 

She sighed softly and allowed you to have your way with her.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing?” Her voice was airy, and she fought every urge imaginable to keep from moaning when your tongue swirled over her pulsepoint. 

“Don’t play dumb now,” you said. “I’m just finishing what you’ve started.”

Her fingers gripped the material of your shirt at your shoulders in an effort to ground herself. She trembled, unable to process everything she was feeling. 

She tried to remind herself that you were simply at the mercy of the spell – that you wouldn't be doing any of this without its compulsion.

But having you on her in such a way made it easy to forget that. 

Your teeth grazed her sensitive skin, pulling a pretty whimper from her. Her eyes nearly rolled back at the rush of warmth it sent to her core.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she struggled out. 

You halted your movements long enough to pull back slightly and look into her eyes. When you did, you were mortified. 

This Yoohyeon wasn’t the one from your fever dreams at all. 

No; this Yoohyeon – the real Yoohyeon – was peering back at you with a dazed look in her innocent eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, and her lips were kiss-bitten and red. Her chest rose and fell quicker than normal, and you could feel how rapid her heart rate was from how close you still stood. 

Perhaps you had gotten a little ahead of yourself…

You detached yourself and stumbled backwards at once, embarrassingly bumping your head into the door. You reached up to rub the pain away and avoided meeting her eye again, wishing the ground would swallow you up and save you from such a humiliating fate.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s alright. I know what you’re dealing with,” she soothed, with labored breathing.

Your head raised at that. How could she possibly know?

“Yubin and I finished a potion for you,” she informed, ensuring that the coast was clear as her hands reached into her pocket to retrieve it. It shimmered in the light of the hall when she held it up for you to see. 

“It should get you back to normal in no time.”

“Thank you,” you said, beaming with gratitude. “...so much,” you added.

A deep look of contemplation showed on her face; she was clearly debating on something. What it was, you had no idea. But the only thing on your mind was getting a taste of that enchantment. 

Fate had other plans, it seemed. 

When you went to take it from her, she pulled it away. Your brows furrowed in an instant, riddled with confusion.

But her explanation didn’t come in words. Instead, she reached behind you and pushed the door open wide before shoving you inside. You almost tripped over your own feet; but she tugged you by the shirt and pressed you into the door, ensuring that it shut fully behind you. Her fingers locked it as she quickly kissed you again.

“Yooh, what–” you mumbled against her lips.

“Shhh,” she pacified. “Let me help.”

The parallel between your first fantasy and the current moment threw you for a loop. Those words – the exact ones you’d heard before – were a million times more effective now, as she kissed you. What felt real in that fantasy paled in comparison to having her like this now, molding herself to you and chasing her own pleasure alongside you. 

She really was a dream come true.

“Here,” she offered, as she pulled away just enough to pop the cork out of the potion’s bottle. The liquid made quiet glug glug sounds as she took it all into her mouth, completely upturning the glass. You watched in awe as it disappeared in shimmery ripples.

She beckoned you closer with a simple touch, and you understood then what she had planned. Carefully, you pressed your lips to hers and lowered yourself down, allowing the antidote to flow freely from her mouth to your own. You swallowed it eagerly, pulling her soft body flush against yours to ensure that you received every last drop. 

You used your tongue to greedily lap up what remained on her lips and in her mouth, and she moaned deeply at the sensation. Her blush had returned, too, and in full bloom – but that was the last thing on her mind. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” you breathed. Your voice was huskier than usual, and full of awe.

Her thighs pressed together instinctually as she let out a broken whine. Your simple praise, so raw and undeniable, made her grow even hotter than she already was.

The magic in the antidote was quickly taking the edge off of the misery that you had been in and enabling your natural desire and passion to come through. Power was finally returning to you, placing your fate in your own hands once again.

Part of Yoohyeon was still holding out in the chance that you would come to your senses in a rush and push her away, rejecting her. 

But that never happened. If anything, the opposite did. And precisely because of that, every resulting movement of your body against hers – so wanton and needy – made her realize just how wrong she had been before. 

Even in the absence of the spell's compulsion, you yearned for her. She could feel it all; each impatient touch sold you out a little more.

Clearly the attraction was a mutual thing… So why had you hidden it away until now? Had you really doubted how much she longed for you, too? Your oblivion truly knew no bounds. 

But, in the end, it simply made her all the more determined to prove just how badly she needed you. Then and always.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, when your hands began to roam her body in time with your kisses. “I want this, Y/N,” she whimpered, feeling you hike her skirt up to her waist in one fluid motion. 

“Me, too, jagi.” You assured her, pulling her ruined panties to the side just as she slipped her tongue into your mouth again. Your fingers slid easily between her folds, discovering just how wet she was for you already. 

Her uneven breaths fanned out across your skin in response, warming every bit of it that they touched. This time, that heat was a welcome feeling.

“Take me to bed,” she mewled weakly. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, messy with want. 

She wrapped her legs around your waist when you obediently hoisted her up into your arms; you carried her over and laid her down, pressing her down into the soft comforter with your body. She tugged impatiently on the bottom of your shirt until you decided to appease her and take it off. 

With your upper half now clad only in your bra, she openly ogled you. Somehow, her shyness had disappeared along the way. 

“I want you to show me everything we did in those fantasies of yours, okay?”

You nodded dutifully, allowing her to soak in the sight of you a little longer. 

“We’re only stopping once we’ve done it all.”

A shiver ran up your spine at her assuredness. Could she get any more perfect? This side of her was sparking up your imagination equally as well as the spell had.

Perhaps she herself could count as an enchantment. Surely a drug, if nothing else. 

You hovered above her again the second she beckoned you closer, and ghosted your lips across her rosy ones. They chased after yours, falling for your tricks every time you pulled away at the last second. It was only fair to give her a taste of what you’d spent the day going through, after all. 

But she wasn’t in the mood for your games. She wasted no time in rolling over and pinning you to the bed instead, with her hands pressing yours into the mattress above your head. Your fingers intertwined when she reconnected your lips, picking right back up where you left off. 

Now that your shorts had ridden up and exposed more of your legs, she took advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. Her thighs came to straddle one of your own, and she eagerly lowered herself down to brush her bare pussy against it. Your brain short circuited initially, unaccustomed to such a feeling in the world of the conscious; but the sensual roll of her hips and the moans that slipped out of her grounded you. 

Her slick dripped down the sides of your thigh as she began to work herself up more and more, using your body like a plaything. You flexed your leg beneath her in time with her rutting, wanting to watch her come undone above you. 

Her appreciative whines resounded around your room, filling the space with their beautiful sounds. As her sensitivity became more apparent, the noises she made grew higher in pitch. They were precious displays intended solely for you to hear; each one a little breathier than the last as she chased her high more freely.

And, lacking any sense of hesitation anymore, you offered yourself readily. In any way she wanted you, you were hers. 

The corners of her lips tweaked up into a smirk when you fully submitted beneath her. The tension in your muscles dissipated, and your strain subsided. Your hands no longer squirmed underneath hers; they gave up their fruitless pursuit of freedom.

You surrendered yourself to her, prepared to lose control once and for all. Now, the elusive release that you’d been searching for was promised. No more tricks.

“Are you ready, jagi?” She asked, trailing her lips down your jawline. They lazily painted your skin with a few marks, taking their time. She reveled in the feel of your embrace and the reactions that you had such trouble containing.

Everything about her was full of restrained desire and tension as she waited on your answer. Controlling herself was always hard when it came to you. 

Then and always. 

“Yes.” You whispered, as the last remnants of her spell faded completely from your system.

Now, she had you entirely at her mercy. Un-bewitched, maybe, but more enamored than ever.

-- Bonus --

A Considerable Amount Of Time Later

The sound of Yoohyeon’s phone ringing disrupted the post-sex haze that you had found yourselves in, and she rushed out a slew of apologies as she begrudgingly untangled herself from you. She pressed a long kiss to your lips before getting out of bed, and her shaky legs nearly buckled completely when she first used them.

You fought hard to hold back your laughter as she searched through her discarded clothes on the floor for the phone, aided only by what bits of moonlight flitted in through the window.

She stumbled to the bathroom after finally locating it, as clumsy as ever. The darkness didn’t help anything either, but she eventually managed to make it there without breaking anything. 

“What, Yubin?” She whispered, a little harsher than intended, once the door was closed.

“Hello to you, too, sunshine,” Yubin mocked.

Deciding to check your phone as well, you blindly reached out towards the bedside table for it. Once its smooth, chilly screen made contact with your fingertips, you snatched it up. 

You kept an eye shut as you unlocked it to prevent yourself from going completely blind. An unread message pulsated, asking to be clicked on. 

-- Y/Roomie’s/N -- 

Cramming late tonight with my study group. I think I’ll just crash at their dorm. Lmk if you want me to run your things over!

Huh. Somewhere along the way, you had completely forgotten about your roommate. Oops…

But knowing that you had the night to yourself – that it was free to share with Yoohyeon – made you inexplicably giddy. You smiled and put your phone down again before returning to your initial position. A content sigh left you as you nuzzled further into your blanket.

Despite Yooh’s very obvious effort to keep her conversation inaudible, the opposite occurred. And although her voice was hushed, it wasn’t hard for you to make out everything she was saying.

“How did it go? Did you ask her to–” Yubin asked curiously, before being cut off.

“No, I haven’t asked her to Formal yet. We got a little… sidetracked.”

You smiled against your pillow at that. So she wanted to take you, huh? 

“I’ll ask her when I ask her,” she resolved, attempting to quiet her best friend’s nagging. All she wanted was to be back at your side. “And I’ll tell you about everything later.”

“I’m counting on that, Yooh. I want to know if my potion worked,” she pouted a little, despite the fact that Yoohyeon couldn’t see it. 

“Patience,” was all the older witch said before she abruptly hung the call up without another thought.  

Yubin muttered an annoyed “Aigoo” to herself, all tucked away in bed. She took a sip of her tea and picked her book back up, ready to wind down by reading until she fell asleep. 

Yoohyeon emerged from the bathroom to find you still on your side, just as she left you. The curve of your face looked so pretty that she took a second to simply admire you. You were more beautiful to her than words could ever describe. 

She climbed back in beside you and pulled the covers over herself before snuggling up. She cuddled close and leaned up enough to press a sweet kiss to your neck, right above one of the darker marks that she had left earlier.

“You’ll have to help me find something to wear for Formal,” you uttered, no longer feigning sleep. 

She jumped a little, not expecting your voice to suddenly break the quiet. When she recovered, she laughed lightly. Such a pleasant sound.

Her arm draped across your side when you shifted further back against her. It provided comfort and security in a beautiful way.

“You heard that?”

"Mhm," you lazily mumbled, covering her hand with your own. It came to rest against your stomach.

"I'm kind of glad you did." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," she smiled against your back. You could feel it through your shirt. "I've been wanting to ask you for a few weeks now." 

"No way." 

"Yes way. You know, you've had me hooked since our first project in alchemy." 

Your brows furrowed briefly as you worked to recollect it. 

"When I singed half of my eyebrow off?" 

"Ding ding ding. How could I have resisted?" She teased, pretending to swoon. 

You clicked your tongue and moved to jokingly push her away, but she simply laughed and wrapped herself around you before you could.

Her giggles bubbled up within her chest, allowing you to feel just how happy she was as her body shook against yours. You knew you could never get tired of that sound – not in a million years. 

"Yah," you said fondly, no longer fighting the smile on your lips. "You're lucky you're cute." 

The hint of warning in your voice, paired with the compliment, only made her grin harder. 

"I know." 

Perhaps this year, for once, Brighton Academy found a way to turn things around after all. 

Yoohyeon – and a little bit of happenstance – were just what it needed.

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[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - June 15th

Lee Siyeon x AFAB!Reader x Lee Yoobin

Word Count: 5834

Contents: recording studio sex, marking, slight voyeurism, teasing, dom Siyeon, sub Yoobin, nipple play, fingering, recording nsfw audio, eating ass, slight hair pulling, oral

Notes: hehe if you remember seeing a poll months ago with all the members of the groups in this au perhaps you know what that was for now

“Okay riddle me this, why do I have to do a swim test?” Siyeon questioned, sipping on her water.

“Because there is a beach and a pool,” you said. “You might fall in.”

“How do you accidentally fall in at the beach?” She asked.

“If you’re in a canoe.”

“Is this all a ploy to get me in a canoe with you?” She smirked.

“I mean I already know you’re coming on the canoe trip so it might happen,” you snickered. “We also may be planning to teach canoe over canoe rescues in one of out teaching sessions”

“Remind me not to sign up for yours then,” she grumbled. “So still, I’m not gonna be swimming.”

“Hey, maybe someone will throw you in,” you said.

“Who would wanna throw me in the lake?” She laughed.

“Probably Jihoon when he sees what a mess you’re leaving in the studio,” you snickered. Siyeon threw you a look while she wiped up the crumbs she had left on the table.

“He’ll never know if you don’t tell him.”

“I make no promises,” you said, sitting back in your chair. “Gossip is the main trade commodity around these parts.”

“You’re gonna be rich then,” she chuckled.

“If people keep their secrets, which Nayeon didn’t.”

“Of course Nayeon didn’t,” she snorted. “Would she be Nayeon if she didn’t brag about rocking your world?”

“I knew things would seep out sooner or later,” you said. “At least there’s the fun in finding out who knows what.”

“There is a rumor that something happened with someone else,” she gave you a look. “Care to elaborate?”

“Well so far he’s kept his lips sealed,” you said, sipping back your drink.

“So the rumors are true, no one is safe.”

You shoved Siyeon as she laughed. 

“Don’t say it like that! I’m not on the prowl. I am simply taking opportunities when they present themselves.”

“And so far you’ve had two then?”

“See I can’t tell if you think it should be more or less?” You chuckled.

“I’m not judging,” she said as she sipped. “I need more data to judge.”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “Leave me and my slutty ways alone. You know, I think it would be good for you.”

“Your slutty ways?” She chuckled.

“Being a bit more slutty in general. I mean unless you’re going to make a move…” You grinned as Siyeon’s cheeks flushed pink.

“I would make a move if there was a point,” she hissed. “I’m fine as it is.”

“Sure,” you said. “Of course you are. Chastising Jihoon for pining but doing nothing yourself.”

“Maybe your slutty ways are getting to your head,” she said.

“Says the girl who is desperately trying to pretend she’s okay with just flirting.”

Her face grew redder. “Well I’m not going to just walk into the dance studio and ask her to have sex now am I?”

“You could if you weren’t a coward.” You ducked away from her, slipping out of your seat and to the floor as she swung a pillow at your head.

“I am not a coward!” she cried.

You stood behind your chair, still snickering at her. “Prove it then.”

Siyeon stood from her chair and for a split second you thought she really was going to head to the dance studio before she kneeled on the seat of your chair and grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you towards her. Her lips crashed against yours in a kiss that made you squeal in surprise. Her grip kept you close and as you relaxed into her kiss she pulled back just a little.

“Okay you know that wasn’t what I meant,” you chuckled.

“Maybe I need to have some fun too, take my mind off of her,” she murmured, giving you another quick kiss. Her hold on your shirt urged you to move around the chair towards her.

“You’ve got it too bad to have anything take your mind off her,” you chuckled.

She moved you until she had you pressed against the table. “Then think of it as practice. Let me gain some courage won’t you?”

“So I’m your guinea pig,” you giggled, jumping up and sitting on the table, grinning at her face, still flushed and close to yours.

“Oh shut up and kiss me properly.”

You were still laughing as you kissed her again. You let your arms wrap around her neck, letting your legs fall apart and pulling her closer. Siyeon’s hands found your hips as she pressed close against your chest, letting your tongue slip past her lips with a sigh.

You felt her fingers pressing into your skin, travelling along your thighs and back to your ass as you kissed her. Your fingers twirled into her hair, keeping her close to you and enjoying her lips on yours.

“So,” you hummed as she broke away for breath. “What are you planning for this little distraction?”

“You know I haven’t thought that far yet,” she murmured. “We’ll wing it. Tilt your head back for me.”

You did as she said, letting out a sigh as she started to kiss down your neck. You let your hands fall away from her, resting back on them and trying not to lean on the recording equipment. Siyeon’s lips travelled down your neck slowly, her hands gripping at your ass.

You let out a small moan as she pulled your strap off your shoulder and started to suck at a spot along your collarbone.

“That feels good,” you moaned, letting your head fall back.

“I know,” she hummed, pulling off your other strap. Her lips kissed lower, coming to the top of your chest and sucking the soft, sensitive skin with her lips. You let another moan slip past your lips, fingers slipping into her hair to hold her close to you and relaxing into the feeling.

“Anytime you need a distraction just let me know,” you murmured.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you could hear the grin in her voice. Her lips moved across your chest, slowly pushing more of your bra aside and leaving marks on your skin. You spared only a passing glance at the door. No one had any reason to be in the building at this time. And the only other one with access to the studio was Jihoon, and he was gone back to the cabin for the evening.

“Mmm that feels good,” you moaned. Siyeon’s hands kept moving, gripping at your ass and thighs before one came up to move the cup of your bra. She pulled it down ever slowly, lips trailing after her fingers. You sunk back, more of your weight on your arms as she sucked one of your nipples between her lips. A moan left yours and your gaze shifted down to meet hers, catching the grin that made the corner of her lips twitch.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard a sound on the other side of the door.

Siyeon pulled back quickly, both of you looking at each other, and then to the door.

“Did you hear that?” you whispered.

Siyeon nodded, looking between you and the door again before pressing a finger to her lips, signaling to you to be quiet before she stalked across the studio. Whoever was eavesdropping didn’t know you knew yet. You pulled the cup of your bra and your shirt back up to cover your chest, sitting up a little taller and crossing your legs while Siyeon threw open the door.

“Well hello there, Yoobin,” you could hear the smirk in her voice and couldn’t help the way it spread to your own lips. 

“U-Uh H-Hi,” Yoobin mumbled. You held in your laugh as Siyeon reached out and grabbed her, dragging her into the studio. She shut the door behind the two of them, clicking the lock before she put herself between Yoobin and the door and slowly walked her back towards you.

“What were you doing out there?” Siyeon asked.

“I-I- was, I n-needed to talk to you- I h-had a question?” She sounded as if she was saying it like a question, shrinking into herself and cheeks growing rosier.

“What was the question?”

“I-I it u-uh it slipped my mind,” she stuttered.

“Did you hear that?” Siyeon said to you, still walking Yoobin towards you slowly. “She forgot her question.”

“What a shame,” you sighed. “Yoobin, you should just hang out here until you remember.”

“I-I can go,” she said. “I-I don’t want to be a bother.”

Siyeon cocked her head to the side. “You don’t? Are you sure?”

You let your legs fall open again and Yoobin ended up between them, jolting a bit when she backed into the edge of the table, now caught between you and Siyeon.

“O-Of course n-not!”

Your gaze trailed along her arms and down to your hand and a smirk tugged at your lips.

“Then why were you eavesdropping?” Siyeon questioned, a grin drawing across her face.

“I-I- didn’t- I was going- I would have-”

Siyeon leaned in closer to Yoobin and murmured. “You missed one of the buttons on your shorts.”

You grabbed Yoobin’s wrist, holding up her hand, fingers glistening.

“And your fingers are wet, cutie.”

Yoobin stammered but no words came out as her face flushed red. She sunk more in on herself, seeming a little shaky as you let your hand fall to her hips, giving her a soothing squeeze. Siyeon brought a finger to her chin and tilted her head back up.

“Did you think we were giving a free show?” Siyeon asked, a teasing tone to her voice.

Yoobin shook her head quickly. “N-No I-I- n-n- I wo-”

“How long were you going to be out there?” You teased. “Did you think we wouldn’t hear you moaning?”

“I-I thought I was qu-quiet,” she mumbled.

“Not quiet enough,” you murmured in her ear.

“You got started out there all on your own,” Siyeon gave her a fake pout. “It’s too lonely being by yourself.”

Yoobin glanced back at you quickly before looking at Siyeon again. She gave a little nod, her back pressing back against your chest now.

“What do you say we have a little fun with you?” Siyeon’s voice dipped lower and even with the words directed at Yoobin they had arousal shooting through your body. Yoobin’s breath caught as Siyeon drew her finger down the soft skin of her neck, waiting on her answer. “I promise we’ll be gentle with you.”

“Very gentle,” you murmured to her.

“Okay,” she sounded breathless as she answered, nodding quickly.

You caught Siyeon’s smirk at you before she leaned in to capture Yoobin in a soft kiss. You brought your lips to the side of her neck, starting to leave slow, gentle kisses on her warm skin. A grin graced your lips as Yoobin let out little sighs and whines against Siyeon’s lips.

You watched with a lazy gaze as Siyeon’s hands found Yoobin’s hips, slipping them between where your legs pressed against the sides of Yoobin’s body. She curled her fingers around the hem of Yoobin’s shirt before slowly lifting it up. You noticed the colour in Yoobin’s cheeks rising even more. Her face dropped and Siyeon pressed her lips to Yoobin’s forehead in a soft kiss. You brought your hands to squeeze her waist reassuringly and brought your lips to her ear.

“Can we see you, pretty girl?”

You caught the shy smile that tugged at her lips as she nodded and let Siyeon pull the shirt over her head. Siyeon brought Yoobin’s head back up, capturing her in another kiss as her hands started to roam over Yoobin’s shoulders and down to her chest. Yoobin’s arms fully wound around Siyeon’s neck.

You let your hands trail down her body slowly, from her waist around to her lower stomach. Then playing with the waist of her soft shorts. You let your fingers dip past the hem just a little, drawing soothing circles into her skin and bringing your lips to her ears.

“Are you getting needy yet, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” her whine was muffled by Siyeon’s lips but she pressed her legs open further for you. You chuckled at her eagerness, letting a hand slip down lower, teasing her. You brought your fingertips to the tops of her thighs and so close to her core without touching it, feeling her hips start to push towards your fingers.

You trailed your lips down to her neck, sucking lightly at her skin while your fingers danced around the edges of her core, not quite giving her what she wanted. You noticed Siyeon’s hands slipping up her body and around her back until they reached her bra. Her lips finally broke away from Yoobin’s, tipping her head back and kissing down her neck as she gently pulled her bra off.

A whine escaped from Yoobin’s lips, now unmuffled, which made both you and Siyeon chuckle. You dragged your nails lightly over her inner thigh.

“What do you need, pretty girl?”

“Please touch me properly,” her voice was quiet and whiny. She threw you a needy glance before a moan escaped her mouth as Siyeon grabbed her waist and began sucking one of her nipples between her lips. 

“Anything you want,” you purred, slipping your fingers between her legs and dragging them through her folds.

You felt Yoobin shudder against you, letting out a shaky moan as she leaned back into you even more. You brought you free hand up to her chest, playing with her nipple between your fingers while Siyeon grabbed at her ass, Yoobin’s other nipple still between her lips.

Yoobin’s head fell back against your shoulder, letting out quiet moans. You gathered her slick on your fingertips before moving your fingers in circles over her clit. You felt her weight on you more heavily and the tremors that ran through her body as you both brought her more and more pleasure.

“You got yourself pretty wet out there,” You hummed to her.

“Can you blame her?” Siyeon chuckled. “Imagine hearing us but not seeing anything, coming up with it in your head.”

“There’s so many possibilities, but none of them are quite as good as the real thing,” you purred. “Isn’t that right, Yoobin?”

“Mhm,” her voice was whiny and sweet.

Siyeon stood up properly, grabbing Yoobin’s chin and gently shifting it to look at her. She let her other hand trail up Yoobin’s chest, teasing her already sensitive nipples as she went. “I just had a very fun idea.”

You lifted your head from where your lips had been kissing along Yoobin’s neck to meet Siyeon’s gaze, fingers between Yoobin’s legs slowing. “What did you have in mind?”

She leaned past both of you and you watched her movements as she woke the computer and plugged in her usb. A grin started to tug at your lips while confusion still coloured Yoobin’s expression, looking between the two of you and trying to subtly move her hips against your finger that had now stopped moving. Only when Siyeon hit the on button and the light turned red in the recording studio did her eyes go wide.

“O-Oh,” blush crept up Yoobin’s cheeks.

“What do you say we make a little memento,” Siyeon purred. “Something fun for all of us.”

The smirk was already pulling across your lips as you pulled your fingers from Yoobin’s shorts. You moved her away from the desk and slid off of it. “I’d love to.”

“I-I- would anyone f-find it?”

Siyeon kissed the end of her nose before stepping towards the studio. “Only if you share it with them. Don’t worry I won’t leave it on the computer for Jihoon to find.”

Yoobin blushed even harder and you took her hand on yours giving it a squeeze. She gave both of you a shy smile. “Th-This sounds pretty hot.”

“Exactly,” you hummed, giving her neck a quick kiss. Siyeon opened the door as you led Yoobin into the booth. The space was small for three but cozy. You let your arms wrap around Yoobin’s waist, pulling her in for a few kisses while Siyeon moved a few things back and set stools in the middle of the room, then gently pulling Yoobin away from you.

“Right over here, pretty girl,” she cooed, pulling Yoobin towards the stools. “Now bend over for me.” She placed a hand gently on Yoobin’s back and helped her bend over the stool. Yoobin grabbed the legs of the stool to brace herself as Siyeon took her shorts and panties in her fingers and slowly pulled them over her ass and down her legs.

“You are so cute,” you purred, sinking to your knees behind her. Your hands came up her legs gently and you spread them a little more, hearing her cute, slightly nervous giggle. Siyeon’s hands slid over her back before grabbing at her ass. Yoobin let out a cute moan and Siyeon shot you a smirk before grabbing one of Yoobin’s legs, bringing it up to rest her thigh on the other stool.

“Can you keep your legs open like this for us, pretty girl?” she purred.

“Mhm,” Yoobin nodded quickly, looking back through the legs of the stool at you as you ran your fingertips along her inner thighs and then through her folds. She let out a shaky breath, giving you a sweet, needy look.

You smirked at her as you let a finger start to tease her entrance, Siyeon leaning down to pressing kisses along her spine. Yoobin pressed her hips back towards you, letting out a whine.

“What do you think, Siyeon,” you said, teasing laced into your tone. “Do you think she’s ready for a finger?”

“I think she’s ready for more than one,” she replied, both of you smirking at the way Yoobin whimpered and pressed her hips back even more.

“Please,” she whined. “P-Please, I need it.”

You pressed a kiss to the back of her thigh. “Of course, since you’re asking so nicely.”

You brought two fingers to her entrance and slowly eased them into her core. Yoobin let out a moan, eyes fluttering shut and walls clenching around your fingers. You curled and turned them slowly, watching her grip on the legs of the stool tighten as moans started to leave her lips.

“You sound so good, pretty girl,” Siyeon cooed, her own voice growing a little breathy as she kissed down Yoobin’s back.

You caught your own bottom lip between your teeth as you listened to Yoobin’s moans. Each sound was sending a rush of arousal through your body, down your spine and to your core. You shifted, pressing your thighs together more and you kept your eyes on her face, watching it contort in pleasure.

You fingers found a steady pace in her core, searching for the angle she liked the most and feeling every tremor and shake that rocked through her body. Moans and whines were leaving her lips as you brought her more and more pleasure and Siyeon kneaded her ass, finally spreading her cheeks with her hands and kissing near the bottom of her tail bone.

Siyeon met your eyes for a moment in a heated gaze that sent arousal rushing through your body before her tongue came out, licking over Yoobin’s ass, then circling her hole with a moan.

Yoobin’s moans grew higher in her voice, more whines punctuating them at the new sensation. “P-Please d-don’t stop.” Her voice was shaky and so was her body and you could only imagine how the pleasure was building in her now. Thinking about it was only serving to make you wetter and wetter.

Siyeon’s moans mixed with Yoobin’s in the warm air of the studio, hands grabbing at Yoobin and eating her ass with more and more vigor as Yoobin’s moans grew louder. Your own fingers moved faster in her core and you felt her clenching more and more strongly around them.

You brought your other hand up her thigh until it was between her legs and rubbing her clit. A gasp fell from her lips as she shook, clinging to the stool as her face contorted and scrunched in pleasure, unable to form any full words but desperately rocking her hips back against the two of you the best she could.

Yoobin let out a high, pretty cry as she clenched hard around your fingers. Her whole body shook as she came, you and Siyeon holding her on the stool and holding her legs open to ride her through her high until she was pushing away from both of you and whimpering.

You sat back on your heels, pulling your drenched fingers from her core. Siyeon helped her off the stool and to her knees on the ground before leaning down, grabbing your wet hand, and taking your fingers into her mouth.

You couldn’t stop the moan that left your own lips at the sight, at Siyeon’s heat-filled gaze trained on you. Getting Yoobin off had turned you on immensely and the need between your legs was all but searing.

“You look pretty desperate,” Siyeon teased, letting your fingers fall from her mouth.

“You have no idea,” you breathed, shifting your hips a little, praying for any little bit of friction.

Siyeon grinned at you. “Get up here.” She grabbed your arms and pulled you to your feet, chuckling at the way you wobbled on them, already so worked up. She was quick to turn you around to face where Yoobin was on the floor, still catching her breath, and start to pull off your top from behind. Yoobin looked up at you with her hazy, blissful stare, bottom lip catching between her teeth as Siyeon undid your bra and let it fall aside. She pressed against your back, bringing her hands up you your chest and drawing a moan from you as she started to play with your breasts. Yoobin leaned forward, a little closer.

“Do you want to play too?” Siyeon asked her. Yoobin nodded quickly, a whine escaping her lips as she scrambled closer. Still on her knees she nestled between your legs and held your hips as she brought her lips up to your chest. You let a small moan past your lips as she took one of your nipples between her lip. Siyeon’s fingers played with the other, starting to roll your nipple between her fingers quickly.

Yoobin’s gaze grew glassy as she looked up at you. Her fingers kneaded into the skin of your hips rhythmically as she ran her tongue over your nipple and sucked at you, muffled moans leaving her own lips.

“Mmmm fuck,” you sighed, letting your head fall back against Siyeon’s shoulder. You knew you had to be dripping by this point. Your fingers curled around the edges of the stool as they both played with your nipples, legs spreading wider.

You started to angle your hips down, legs spread as wide as you could before rocking your hips. The tiny bit of friction you managed from subtly grinding down on the stool was worth it, even as you felt Siyeon’s free hand grip your hair before pulling your head back roughly, drawing a gasp from you.

“Are you that needy?” She teased, her voice a low murmur in your ear. “Do you need it that badly?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Fuck, please.”

“Yoobin,” Siyeon said sweetly. “They need your mouth somewhere else.”

You felt Siyeon release your hair and you tipped your head forwards again. A flush had rushed up Yoobin’s cheeks as she shifted back from your body and did as she was told. Her fingers found the buttons on your shorts, undoing them before pulling them down slowly. You lifted your hips from the stool to help her, letting your legs fall open once they were off.

Yoobin shifted closer again. Her movements were slow and cautious as she pressed a few kisses to your inner thighs, sweet doe-like eyes looking up at you and then Siyeon.

“Good girl,” Siyeon cooed. “Don’t worry. They’re so sensitive, anything you do will feel good.”

“Hey-” You felt heat rush up your face as you started to protest. But Siyeon tugged both your nipples between her fingers, interrupting your words with moans instead.

Yoobin moved her face between your legs and let her tongue run though your folds and over your clit. She let out a moan at your taste but it was nothing compared to the one that fell from your lips at the sensation.

A rush of arousal shot through your needy body, Siyeon’s fingers still moving on your nipples and working you up more. Even with Yoobin’s slow, slightly clumsy movements you still had a hand threading into her hair, still felt your high starting to build from the first few movements.

“O-Oh, fuck just like that,” your own voice was breathy and there was no hiding the desperation in it. “Keep doing that.”

Yoobin did just as she was told, repeating the movement with her tongue that was starting to send tremors through your body as your eyes fluttered and you focused on the pleasure building in you.

“You’re not even going to look at her when she’s pleasing you,” Siyeon teased. “Tsk tsk.”

“Feels too good,” you hummed. “Can’t open my eye- Oh fuck!” you cried as Siyeon tugged at your nipples again and Yoobin sucked your clit between her lips.

“Remind me if we do this again that you’re terrible at taking instructions,” Siyeon purred. “I’ll be sure to prepare some punishments.”

Any abashment had gone out the window as you moaned at her words, letting them sink into your mind and wrapping around all the ways she could punish you for not listening, all the ways you wanted to test her patience.

“Oh?” You could hear the smirk in her tone as she leaned in close to your ear, murmuring to you. “Am I learning something new about you? Is that what you want, to be punished when you don’t do what I tell you? Maybe next time I should tie you and see how long you last while I edge you, hm?”

“Fuck, please,” the coil was curling tighter and tighter in your core now, thighs trembling around Yoobin’s head as she ate you out faithfully, moaning against your core with each involuntary tug of her hair or rock or jolt of your hips. Siyeon’s fingers hadn’t stopped their ministrations on your sensitive nipples which only had the build towards release that much stronger.

“Maybe I’ll make you ride my fingers until you get off, and only if you’re good and loud and you cum for me will I give you my strap. Or maybe I’ll see just how many times you can cum until you just can’t take it anymore.” She purred.

“Fuck, yes,” each word she uttered whirred through your mind, drawing up pretty pictures in your imagination. The coil in your core curled tightly and tremors rocked through your body as they toyed with you, drawing you right to your edge.

“Maybe I’ll just have to turn you into a good little sub.”

Curses and moans cascaded from your lips as you came. The coil snapped, body releasing and pleasure rushing through you as you thighs crash in around Yoobin’s head, hand still in her hair, holding her close as your hips ground against her face and Siyeon’s fingers played with your nipples roughly. A wave of utter bliss washed over you until you were slumped back against Siyeon’s chest, shaking and panting.

She helped you down to the floor and you leaned against Yoobin as you caught your breath. Through heavily lidded eyes you looked up at Siyeon as she gazed down at both of you. Slowly, she pulled her shirt over her head, shaking out her hair before throwing her shirt to the side. Her fingers came to the zipper on her shorts and she undid them, swaying her hips before turning to give both of you a view of her ass as she pulled them down.

A smirk curled her lips at the way both of you leaned towards her, wrapped up in her little show. She took her time reaching behind herself to take off her bra and letting it fall away before slipping her panties down her legs.

An air of smugness came over her as she sat on the stool, spreading her legs and drawing a moan from each of you. You both shifted closer but Siyeon held up her hand.

“No touching yet,” she purred. You both watched intently as she drew two fingers through her folds before pressing them into her heat, a sigh falling from her lips. She pulled them out slowly and you felt your jaw falling open, nearly drooling at her glistening fingers, her own slick coating them and dripping from both her fingers and her core.

“Look what you’ve both done to me,” she said. You both shifted as close as she’d allow you before Yoobin let her tongue hang out of her mouth needily. 

“Do you want a taste, pretty girl?” she cooed, pressing her fingers back into her heat and pumping them slowly.

“Please,” Yoobin whined, nodding quickly.

A pout formed on your lips and you let your lips fall to Siyeon’s thigh, starting to suck marks into her skin as Siyeon stuck her fingers into Yoobin’s mouth.

“You’re needy again already?” She teased you. You let out a small moan against her skin and Siyeon threaded her fingers into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You let your eyes fall closed, feeling comforted in your post orgasm state.

You felt Yoobin shifting closer, no doubt drawn in by Siyeon’s fingers. A whine hit your ears as her mouth was left empty. Siyeon hushed her before her hand disappeared from your head. You looked up at her just as Yoobin’s lips made their way between her legs. A low moan fell from Siyeon’s lips and as you opened your mouth to speak she shoved her fingers into your mouth, wet again with her arousal.

“I know you wanted a taste too,” she teased. You nodded at her, humming as you ran your tongue around her fingers, sucking them clean. Her other hand had found its way into Yoobin’s hair now, holding her close as she shifted her attention back to the girl between her legs.

“Just like that, pretty girl,” she cooed, praising her. Slowly, she pulled her fingers from your mouth and you felt the corner of your lips twitch as an idea came to mind. You pressed up against Yoobin’s back, a hand sliding between her legs.

She let out a gasping moan as your fingers came to her clit, rubbing it quickly. She moaned against Siyeon’s core which drew louder moans from Siyeon’s lips. You kissed along Yoobin’s neck as your fingers worked her up quickly, her own hands gripping Siyeon as she ate her out more shakily. 

“Mmm that’s good,” Siyeon moaned, letting her head fall back. Yoobin only ate her out more needily as you brought her closer to another release, finding the sensitive spots on her neck to kiss and nip at. 

Both of their moans only had your fingers moving faster, finding just the right movements of your fingers to draw gasps and whines from Yoobin’s lips, her thighs started to shake around you hand as you kissed along her jaw until she pulled back from Siyeon, crying out and clamping her thighs around your hand as she came.

She had a sweet, hazy look on her face as you helped her sit back before you took her place between Siyeon’s legs. She opened her mouth to speak to you but only managed a moan as you ran your tongue over her clit, eyes locked on her face and watching her every reaction to the movements of your tongue.

You greedily brought yourself lower, letting your tongue dip inside of her and tasting more of her arousal on your tongue as she moaned, grabbing at your hair again. You pressed in closer, starting to fuck her with your tongue, a hand coming up to play with her clit.

“Holy fuck, keep doing that,” she moaned, finally letting her own eyes fall closed.

You curled your tongue inside her, trying to make her hips buck and grind against your face and feeling each and every one of her tremors. Moans cascaded off her lips, louder than either yours or Yoobin’s. One hand gripping at the stool and the other holding your hair.

You moved your fingers quickly, rubbing her clit in quick circles as you ran your tongue as deeply into her core as you could, feeling her clench around it, her arousal running into your mouth and down your chin as she got closer and closer.

“Yes, fuck, just like that, oh fuck don’t stop,” the words and curses tumbled from her lips as she ground against your face as much as you would let her, trying to get even more. Her grip in your hair tightened as she got closer and closer to her release. Each tug on your hair drew a moan from your own lips that you knew was vibrating through her body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” her voice was climbing higher and growing louder. She leaned back as much as she could on the stool without falling while she gave in to pleasure.

A cry left her lips as she came, clenching around your tongue and releasing her sweet juices onto it which you lapped up eagerly. Her thighs pressed in around your head and her hand pulled from your hair, shakily grabbing your wrist to stop your fingers.

With shaky breaths she slipped from the stool to join you both on the floor, messily kissing both of you and smiling against your lips.

“That was so good,” Yoobin murmured.

“Agreed,” you hummed.

“And we have a memento,” Siyeon said breathily, reminding you that the recording equipment was still running.

“Perfect for a lonely night,” Yoobin mumbled.

Siyeon looked between the two of you. “If either of you are ever lonely, just let me know.” She smirked. “I’ll warm you up.”

You both giggled as you relaxed back against the wall, Siyeon shifting to join you. “Just make sure you don’t leave that on the computer,” you warned. “I don’t think I could ever look Jihoon in the eye again.”

“I don’t think I could look at anyone else who hears it ever again,” Yoobin said, blushing.

“Don’t you worry,” Siyeon hummed. “Some people are dumb enough to do that, but I’m not.”

You sat up suddenly. “Wait who?”

“Yeah, I wanna know,” Yoobin chimed in.

“It’s a secret,” she grinned. The two of you protested but she just chuckled. “Maybe I’ll tell you one day, but you’re really gonna have to work to earn that gossip.”

#camp north star au #cns au #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher smut #siyeon imagines #siyeon smut #lee siyeon imagines #lee siyeon smut #dami imagines #dami smut #yoobin imagines #yoobin smut #lee yoobin imagines #yubin imagines #yubin smut #lee yubin imagines #lee yubin smut #afab reader

[strawberryhmilk]

Hi! Can I ask for a Dreamcatcher reaction to their girlfriend crying and being depressed because of family problems?

It wasn’t that you always argued with your family. Yelling and anger weren’t common - quietly talking things over so that no one went to sleep upset was usually the outcome. But, there were times when they spoke over you.

Always listening, but not really hearing.

And, those times seemed to affect you more than anything.

JIU

she knew as soon as you called her

your voice didn’t have to wobble, change, or anything

she just knew when you were upset

the type to baby you when you’re upset

“can i get you anything?”

“another tea? want to try a peppermint one to help calm you down?”

literally pouts as you cry on her

“seeing you hurt makes me hurt, you know this.”

stays with you until she’s certain you’re not hurting anymore

and even after that she’ll still check on you

SUA

was frowning as you spoke to your family on the phone 

grabs your comfort blanket when she heard the sigh

you know... the one where you’re just tired

rolls you up into a big ball of sadness

quietly just gives you all of your comfort items

favorite movie; favorite stuffed animal; any and everything

“love, if you don’t cuddle me, i will scream.”

“you need sad cuddles!”

“no, they are not for my benefit.”

[they are]

SIYEON

the one that gets mad at your family

like gets mad that they made you cry and that they continue to do so even after you’ve explained your feelings

“i can wax their eyebrows off painfully, just say the words.”

started out kinda serious but the threats got more ridiculous when she realized it was making you laugh

“-and i will pour salt in their coffee! i will! don’t test me!”

smiles as she watches you finally laugh again

but is still secretly planning ways to get back at them

HANDONG

panic central

like seeing tears form in your eyes and hearing your sniffles makes something in her break

so now her brain is in a hyper state 

and she’s panicking

panic baking; panic eating; you name it

“did you want vanilla cupcakes? or chocolate? i can make cheesecake instead!”

“please have this scoop of icing It Helps.”

a bonus: you get tons of sweet treats

downside: now you both need to calm down

but that in itself is nice - the both of you being jittery and shaky with emotion

so yeah your hand-holding is sweatier and trembley

but! now you’re feeding each other tiramisu so

YOOHYEON

as soon as i saw this ask i knew she’d be the distract type

like you lay your head on her shoulder as she plays video games

asks you random game questions to keep your attention

“should i go left or right? oh, good idea.”

little forehead kisses to soothe both of you

she kinda just... lets you cry

“you feeling any better, beloved?”

will only ask what happened if she feels like you’re too upset about this

like if a particular argument has left you sobbing hours on end, she’ll ask what happened

her presence alone is comforting enough tbh

DAMI

the talker!

asks you all of the important questions

“how badly did this situation hurt you? i need to know.”

talks you down enough so now you’re not sobbing

will lay with you if thats all you want

“if you cry too hard, you’ll make yourself sick.”

makes sure you don’t talk to your family for a while

they hurt you this bad, you can’t forgive them too quick type thing

GAHYEON

i see her being kinda awkward

like sometimes seeing someone cry makes you feel []: you know

but tries her best!

will offer to talk about it

“you don’t have to tell me everything, just what you want.”

plays with your hair

“still crying? oh you are. uh, okay-”

also just lets you cry if she feels like you need it

you do end up telling her everything, just because it feels so nice to let someone know your innerturmoil

and she listens to every bit

-- i hope this was alright! not everything i write will b in this format lmao no worries there ♡ thank you for requesting! and thank you for reading, ♡

#jiu imagines #kim minji imagine #sua imagines #kim bora imagines #lee siyeon imagines #handong imagines #kim yoohyeon imagines #dami imagines #lee yubin imagines #lee gahyeon imagines #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher drabble #dreamcatcher scenarios #request

[kingmaker-a]

Rise: Dami

Warnings: Executions, imprisonment, classism as well as angst

Cast: Dami

Genre: Prisoner Gender Neutral Reader x Noble Dami

Word Count: 2570

Average Read Time: 10 Minutes

Plot:

Life imprisonment has a tendency for loneliness and even more so for an ex-Mageseeker such as yourself. That's why you're surprised when a visitor makes an appearance, thus begins your journey as a teacher or perhaps even more than that?

Betrayal was a tragic ideal, a bitter feeling in the core of humanity. Your eyes trace your cell, hands bound to chains.

Little luxury is given to you as a former Mageseeker. An ideal you used to aspire to, now nothing but a bitter regret.

Your ability to sense magic betrays the ideals of the country. Yet, the biggest despisers often had their own magic. The crass nobility was protected from the Mageseekers by their gilded cages.

Disgusting.

Only the poor and the weak were persecuted for their magical talents.

Yet you were the one in chains, sentenced to life imprisonment. A fate you'd gladly accept if it meant others got to live.

Your mind flashes back to your last mission as a Mageseeker. A distant farmhouse on the edges of Demacia.

Younger, more hopeful. Naive and blind. Your handlers had been alerted to the presence of a mage, they wished to use your ability to find the magical perpetrator.

You were eager to be of use, even if you could sense the magic hidden among the nobility. Lies still covered your mind back then.

Yet, this would be magical terrorist was nothing but a small farm girl, not even of school age.

You reacted instinctively, shielding her from the Mageseekers. Years of propaganda washing away in the sea of instinct.

You were prepared to die for the small child.

Yet, a mistake happened. One you could never predict as your fingers brushed briefly against her skin.

Her magic surged through your body uncontrollably, yet, you were unharmed.

Magic shot forth, raw and in uncontrollable bursts killing the Mageseekers instantly. A talent you didn't know you possessed.

One you didn't want to possess at that moment.

Life on the run followed you briefly after the incident. Yet, you were unable to evade the Mageseekers forever.

You were only a youth when they sentenced you to life imprisonment.

Your feelings had only bittered with time.

Things had recently been looking up, a visitor had arrived outside of your cell.

Dami

The first time she approached your cell had been out of courteous drive. A certain naive niceness that you wish you still had. Though, brief the meeting gave you a certain hope about the future.

A light to pierce your loneliness.

The second time, she brought books and knowledge of the outside world. Things had changed since your imprisonment. A new monarch had risen yet, tradition was still rooted deeply in the system.

Even chained to Petricite you could sense the magic Dami held.

"I don't mean to be rude," you whisper as you approach her as close as possible. You gesture as best you can for her to huddle as close she can. After all, you didn't want her secret getting out. "You have a lot of magic inside of you."

She frowned slightly, something she considered a curse.

"Yeah," she whispers back, a thought crossing her face. You hadn't known her long enough for you to decipher her thoughts. "You have your own magic right?"

You laugh slightly as you gesture to your Petricite gauntlets. A stupid question honestly.

"Do you think you'd be able to teach me to control my magic?" She muses to you. You'd arguably make the best teacher despite your constraints.

"What do I gain?" You ask while you'd gladly do so just for company. There was a risk to being discovered. You didn't need to risk execution.

She hums for a bit. "I could get you any books you want from the library."

That could work.

"Very well," you respond with a smile. "We'll start tomorrow."

It wasn't long before Dami approached your cell yet again, the guards make their absence when she appears.

It would seem she has a fair amount of pull.

A book is in her grasps, yet you notice something else. Thick gloves covered her hands.

You raise an eyebrow. You sense the thrum of magic as well as something familiar.

Lack of control.

"Gloves?" Your question.

"... yeah," she responds as peels one of them back slightly. Light pours out radiance pooling onto your faces.

"Take them off," it'd be best to get started straight away. "I need you to focus on your glow."

She does as you say, shedding her second skin and conjuring an orb of light. You watched as it rippled unstably. Arcs of prismatic energy threatening to spill forth.

A frustrated look crosses her mind. Her eyebrows knitted together in focus. Yet, the more she focused the more unstable it became.

You could see the problem now.

"Close your eyes, search your mind." you guide from behind bars. Her eyes close hesitantly. The orb blossoms slowly as she searches her mind, it grows to the size of a basketball.

"What do you see?" You ask tentatively.

"A white-hot star," her eyebrows buckle under stress, the orb starts to ripple once again.

"Good, that's what you need to master, you must stop fearing it, let go" you utter calmly. Yet the orb continues to ripple. Arcs of scattered lights and colour light your face.

Even under pressure, she looked radiant.

"Don't fight it. Let it rage. See it at its most terrible," her eyes open, staring into the star in her grasp. "Only then can you conquer it."

It collapses immediately at your words. Reduced to the size of a small marble, prismatic light echoes through your cell.

A smile crosses your face, she was a quick learner.

"How- how did you do that?" She asks turning to you, a tender look in her eyes.

You almost laugh at her words. "You did it," you point out. "Learn to truly see your magic and you can control it."

A smile crosses her face, you hoped the first of many.

"You cured my glow."

You had to bring her back to reality. "Don't be a fool, it can't be cured. Only mastered. You need to practice that exercise every day."

Regardless, she smiles still. You see her satchel procuring the book from earlier. A history of Demacia.

"I'm sorry this was all I could find on short notice," she passes the book to you through the bars. You didn't want to point the potential fallacies out so you relented.

It was just a sign of distrust. But as the person behind the bars, you could understand. You were sure you'd earned her trust now.

"It's quite alright my dear Radiance," you say with a smile, you thumbed the cover. "After all it'll help past the time until your next visit."

An unspoken closeness became present in your every day, while she couldn't visit every day without arousing suspicion. She made an effort to at least appear once a week.

Typically with various gifts, you were thankful for the days on which she brought food above all else.

After all, the food was bad if you were lucky to get some.

However, today was an exceedingly bad day for Dami, her eyes knit together as you hear the clack of her boots echo through your would be chambers.

Something was amiss, anger etched into her face. "What's wrong Dami?"

A huff escapes her lips. "My brother."

A simple statement, yet it helped you in no way. "What happened to your brother?" You ask hesitantly.

"Nothing, yet." You sense the anger in her voice. It would seem her dear sibling did something to set her mood awry. "He's betrothed me to the prince."

Your heart sank at those words. A flame flickering to life in your mind at the mention of the crown.

Outdated rules and systems.

She leans her back towards the bars. How you wish you could comfort her in your embrace. But the chains tying you to the room dissuade such an idea.

A frown crosses your face, a shriek of frustration leaves Dami's mouth. Her hands rake through her hair. "I'm a grown woman. And I have no say in my own betrothal!" anger leaks through her voice.

"It's unjust my dear Radiance, it truly is," you do your best to stop the sadness echoing through your voice.

You're lucky she doesn't turn to look at you. She in turn look up at the ceiling, no doubt she had many thoughts running through her head.

Perhaps it would be good if she married the prince? After all, you knew from your own experiences that nobility was protected, unlike the common folk.

Surely as queen, she could set a new standard? Protect the magically gifted. It wasn't like you could afford a life, let alone with her. Your chains are a constant reminder of that.

You hear her still breathing. But it's slowed to a crawl, something you taught her. To control her magic during times of stress or anxiety.

"I'm supposed to be there right now," she whispers out, her eyes still on the ceiling.

You feel it in your own heart, the uncertainty. Words unspoken, originally you'd approached your relationship with the resolve to escape.

Even if it meant sacrificing Dami.

Yet, now you wondered if you could. She turns to look at you, her eyes filled with longing. Before you can even stop yourself you're already speaking.

"You know there's one thing you could do if you wanted to get back at your family." A thinly veiled attempt at manipulation. It cracks your heart just thinking about it.

There would be no recourse for your actions.

At the least not in your own heart.

The cool moonlight glow lights her features as she accepts your words. "If you could get Durand's original texts from the Mageseeker's vault."

It was a suggestion, you really hope she wouldn't have taken it to heart. You'd hope she'd see you for who you really were. A trickster, a con artist.

Someone desperate for freedom.

Years of your life stripped away as a meaningless ornament, a display to dissuade any rebellions.

A sacrifice.

You're satisfied when she doesn't turn up for weeks on end. Perhaps she'd stopped being blinded by her own internal will for good, that she could see you as you were.

You loathe yourself, but you're content.

Happy in some weird twisted way.

Yet, a Mageseeker approaches you. Confusion on his face, a book in hand.

Your heart sinks, you fear the repercussions of your words. Words that didn't hang in the air in front of you.

"l/n, a gift from Miss Dami," you scan the book, you're thankful it's not the esteemed text you asked for. Your heart flutters slightly, relief in your bones.

"Though, I do have some bad news." Your heart plummets like a boulder in the ocean. The waters of despair and worry lick at the foot of your soul.

You feel your knees grow weak.

She should be fine, she was of vague nobility. They shouldn't trial her.

You're so worried about Dami that you almost don't hear the Mageseeker's words.

"You are to be executed at dawn. Despite the prince's protests, Miss Dami's family would hold you accountable for corruption."

Your knees buckle as you hit the floor.

You worried not about your death, after all, for a while it seemed like your only escape. You worried about Dami.

As well, as everything unspoken.

"She recommended this book as the last read," he said offering the book to you.

The History of Demacia.

You wanted to laugh, though you would struggle if you even attempted to. Your mind was awash with emotion. If you had any magic in that wasn't getting suppressed by your Petricite shackles. you probably would have lost it.

You wondered if you should even dare purview the book one last time. Your eyes glued firmly to the cover ever since the Mageseeker left. Your fingers traced the letters.

A small gesture really, the book.

Yet it meant a lot, the first person in your life to take note of something. Yet, here yous at lamenting your death. Your imprisonment a result of selflessness and your execution a result of selfishness.

Your fault indeed. But not without its perpetrators. The Mageseekers, the crown and the nobility. A stupid system meant to make sure the weak were powerless.

You feel a fire settle in your mind. The system was broken.

Yet even with the fire within you, all you can manage to do is toss the book lightly in front of you.

A stray page falls out, old and tattered. An older type of parchment, fraying at the edges. It didn't belong.

You scramble to the odd page, a design of a Petricite colossus.

A blueprint for a weapon.

Betrayal was a tragic ideal, a bitter feeling in the core of humanity. Your eyes scanned the crowd in front of you as your golden chains were locked into place.

Your head is locked into place on the chopping block.

There was no hope to be found, no sympathy and no love for you, to these people you were nothing more than corruptive force.

"It is my duty to see you executed by headman's sword, before the protector and all who are present," a priest calls out, he paces in front of you. A deep sorrow reached in and clutched at your heart.

You wished to see Dami in your last moments.

It was probably better for her this way though.

"In the darkness of death may you find the light."

You close your eyes, not wanting to see the looks of disgust and hate upon you.

"Stop the execution!' You hear her yell out. You're both elated and melancholic.

Was there even a point to speaking all the unspoken words at this point?

"Radiance," you whisper as your eyes settle on her. She's a mess, hair tangled and unorganised, eyes bloodshot.

Yet she looked as radiant as ever to you.

Words are exchanged between her and the priest. But you're unfocused on them, only seeing her aura of prismatic light.

Something you wished everyone else could see.

Beauty unspoken.

You didn't want her to be here for this. You didn't want her to see this.

You watch as she begs the crowd to free you, to let you live. But they don't relent, if anything they look at her in disgust. A guard tries to drag her away from the tragic scene of your execution. Yet she fights as hard as she can stomping her heel into their shin.

A yelp of pain as she rushes to your side.

Tears at the forefront as she paws at your face. How you wished to hold her in your embrace, yet your arms a locked behind you.

Your eyes avoid her, you didn't want her to see this.

Yet she pulls your face to look at hers. You feel her pain, her suffering and her want.

"I'm so sorry," she weeps.

She pulls you into a last desperate kiss. All her longing, driving her need as you feel her sweet tender embrace. You almost imagine what life would've been like with her.

Yet, as she pulls away, you know there's no point.

"So am I Dami," your words are only a whisper as energy cackles through your body. You'd learnt the secrets, Petricite would stop you no longer.

It would stop no mage any longer.

You feel the Dami's white-hot star expand in your soul.

You let it loose and watch as the world is caked in white-hot light.

Author notes: If you couldn't tell this was just a huge ripoff of Sylas' backstory from league. Just a different interpretation, originally I wanted to do this for all the Paladins as referenced by the ask I should have hopefully answered by now.

Also I'm probably gonna take a major break from angst because after Never Enough I don't think my soul can take it. At least for Dami. I'll probably still think about doing league/Paladin related one shots. Just in a different way.

I'll probably call it 'Burn it All Down'.

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Demonstration; Lee Yubin (Dreamcatcher)

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Summary: You do your best to ignore her, but you can't deny that little by little with each passing day- Yubin is gaining the upper hand over you. [Demon AU]

Requested? ☒

"Now be with me."

"이제는 나와 함께해."

Genre: Dark

Warnings: Pressuring, Detailed Descriptions of Gore

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"With me, you can have anything you want."

You take a deep breath, slowly setting down the pen on your desk before lifting your head to come eye to eye with her. Yubin stands infront of the office door, leaning against it confidently as if she was sure no one would come in. Her arms are crossed, a corner of her lips upturned ever so slightly, so small is the smile that you're sure in the eyes of those who do not know her, the face she has on right now would be considered uninterested.

But you know better.

Her posture exudes confidence, but she is far from arrogant. Her voice although rarely used, sounds like a siren's song to your ears. Unforgettable and unmistakable. Her eyes are full of promises as well as reminders- If only you would give me the chance, then I would grant you everything this world has to offer and then more. Word for word it has engraved itsself into your head, even if she has only ever told you this once, when you have met.

"What do you want?"

Yubin's face looks calculating as always, her unblinking gaze locked with yours as she takes slow tentative steps towards your desk. Once she reaches the edge, she brings a hand up lazily and all of the obstructions on the wooden furniture levitates into the air. The demon then proceeds to swing herself over the desk, coming to a stop and sitting on your end of the desk with her feet planted on your chair, pinning your thighs in between as she brings her legs in- successfully dragging the chair towards her until you two are nose to nose when she leans forward. No words fall from her mouth even as she silence stretches on, you hope she takes the lack of words as a challenge but she considers herself above playing games.

A hand rests on your shoulder, gliding towards the lapel of your suit, undoing the very first button on your shirt before she pulls your tie loose enough for her to spread the collar apart. She runs an index finger finger from the underside of your chin down to your jugular notch before pressing down just enough for you to draw in a sharp breath of air.

"You."

It's not the first time she has made this offer. Yubin is a very persistent demon, and she doesn't need to state it for you to know the obvious: She always gets what she wants. It's not a surprise to you either, not when the way she carries herself is captivating, not when her eyes are always calculating, and especially not when her lips part to let that silver tongue of hers do the work.

"I told you countless times before. I'm not interested."

A chuckle escapes her lips and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as static runs up your spine, and you fight the urge to shudder in your seat as Yubin pulls you even closer to bring her lips close to the shell of your ear. "Yet the longer I insist, the more your conviction to resist ceases to exist." You fight the urge to close your eyes or ball your hands into fists, you hate to admit it but she's right. Every crack on your defenses brings her closer to victory, regardless of whether she sees the breaks or not.

She pulls away to look into your eyes once more. "You know the power I hold is limitless. I've demonstrated it have I not? So I really do not see where this reluctance is coming from when my words are anything but empty."

Teeth show up in her smile as your shoulders tense up at the memory.

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Your heart beats loudly against your chest as you sit on the couch beside the Yubin.

"Earlier today a man was found nailed to a cross on the side of a bridge downtown, severely mutilated to the point where the police say it is impossible to tell who the man is simply by eye-"

The figure of the man is blurred out as pictures of the crime scene are showed on screen, the word "Liar" written directly underneath the man where blood continues to drip onto the dot of the 'i'. All pixels blurring the man is drenched in a dark red, the color of blood and it is all the proof you need to be assured that the woman beside you was indeed serious about giving you "Anything" you wanted.

Your heart races at the fact that the blood of man hanging dead from the bridge is in your hands. You had challenged the demon to prove that she could indeed give you whatever it is you asked for, and so you gave her the name of the pedophile in your old school who worked as a teacher. Telling her exactly what it was you wanted to happen to him-

"Castration with a heated knife, scalping, gouged out eyes, flaying, snapped bones, severed tongue- Need I list down everything you had asked of me?"

She smiles at your silence, taking your lack of words for confirmation of not needing to repeat what you've requested. But she is eager to brag of her accomplishment, and even more ewger to prove her promise to you. So she reaches out, bringing the tips of her index and middle finger to your temple, and suddenly you find yourself in her shoes.

Knife in your hands as you slowly dig the blade into the layer where skin and flesh meet, pulling back and holding onto freed skin before slowly peeling back.

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You remember her demonstration as clear as day, the memories she had shared to you as clear as one plus one.

"It's not reluctance Yubin, it's refusal."

A mocking "Hmmm." resounds from her closed lips as she tilts her head at you. A moment passes before Yubin laughs, like she was humoring a child who claims that his words are fact simply because he says it is. She pats your cheek gently, running the back of her hand up from your jaw to your forehead before flipping her hand palm side down on your skin to push your head back onto the chair as she slides down from the desk to sit on your lap.

Her eyes unblinking with glee as she speaks her next words as a whisper against your lips.

"Call it what you will Y/N, but we both know that sooner rather than later I'll have you by my side."

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[sadienita]

Maison des cartes - The Hierophant

Witch!Dami x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Contents: magic, kidnapping, a cage, being held captive

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A suffocating blackness rushed in around you in an instant. You gasped for air in what felt like the vacuum of space as you felt something around your waist pulling you through the nothingness, eyes shutting against the darkness, not making any difference as you did. Your head felt light and woozy as your consciousness slipped away and a distant voice said “help her.”

You had no memory of hitting the ground. The only thing that let you know you did was the dull pain in your back and the back of your head and the fact that you were lying down. Your disoriented mind reached for any details to help you as your eyes fluttered open and you furrowed your brows, eyes bleary in the sunlight streaming in the window.

“I-I’m so sorry!” You forced your eyes open as fear shot through your heart at the unfamiliar voice. Your vision was blurred but you made out the shape of a young woman leaning over you. Closer in your vision swam her hand, offering it to you to help you up. You took it cautiously, trying to make sense of where you were and what was happening.

“What happened?” you mumbled, getting up slowly and rubbing the back of your head. The woman ushered you to a comfy chair and helped you sit down.

“I-I think the potion caused you to faint,” she fretted.

“The… potion…” How you hadn’t seen it until now you had no clue but there was very clearly a large, bubbling cauldron in the center of the room. You blinked at it, your foggy head still confused. You knew you had been in the abandoned house and the door was stuck. You remembered fog. How did you get here? Why did she have such a large cooking pot?

“Yes, it really wasn’t supposed to do that at all. God I’m so bad at this,” she muttered, heading to her shelf where a number of bottles with brightly coloured liquids sat. You watched groggily as she pulled on a certain small bottle and the shelf shifted, revealing a space in a wall behind where she grabbed another potion before returning to you.

“Here,” she handed it to you. “Drink this.”

You stared at the little bottle, thick looking dark green liquid was swirling slowly inside, as if moving of its own volition. A grimace tugged at your lips as you imagined what it could taste like, trying to figure out what it was, as the woman fidgeted in front of you.

“I-It’ll help… w-with the pain I mean,” you looked up at her and she gazed at you nervously. “It- It’ll make you feel better.”

You barely had any idea what was going on but you felt it was probably your best option. You didn’t know if you should trust her or not but what other choice did you have? None of this made any sense to you and your confusion still clouded your mind as you pulled out the stopper and took a swig.

The liquid tasted foul but that wasn’t what made you throw the bottle. The feeling, like a tingling or prickling as it slid down your throat, almost like it had a mind of its own, was what caused you to throw the bottle. You couldn’t manage a scream past the thick liquid as you choked it down and a warm feeling started to melt over your body.

The woman yelled something in a strange language and the bottle stopped in midair, slowly changing course and floating into her hand. As the drink went down you began to cough, barely even noticing how your pain had vanished as she rushed to give you water but you scrambled back in the chair, watching her with frightened eyes.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please just take it, it’s just water; it’ll make you feel better.”

“I-I what-”

“Shhh,” she hushed you. “Please just drink the water. I promise I’ll-” The woman froze and you heard the sounds of footsteps coming closer.

“No,” she whimpered. She grabbed you forcefully and pulled you towards what looked like a cage. “Just, sit in there and be quiet, even pretend to sleep. Just- don’t draw attention to yourself I promise I’ll let you out again.”

You didn’t have much time to react as she was pushing you into the cage, your brain clearing bit by bit and your heart starting to race. You looked back at her as she locked it and looked at you sadly. “Please,” she hissed. “Just pretend to sleep please I know you’re scared.”

You nodded slowly, holding in any and all sounds as she drew away, moving the shelves until they were in their original position. As someone knocked on the door you laid down and closed your eyes, figuring her advice was the only advice you had. You breathed slowly as you laid on the hard ground, listening intently and keeping your face even.

The door creaked open and you heard a rough, man’s voice. “What’s with all the noise?”

“They passed out from the potion,” the woman said nonchalantly. “I haven't got the formula right yet.”

“You’re not going to wake them up and try again? They can take it.”

“That’s not why I left them,” she snapped. “What’s the point? I need to make adjustments, might as well let them stay knocked out until I need them. This way they’re quiet.”

The man hummed. “Yeah, I guess so. Just don’t make such a racket.”

“Of course,” she said cooly. “Now can I work?”

The man let out a grunt as he stalked out of the room. You stayed frozen in your spot until you heard the woman fiddling with the lock and you warily looked up at her.

“You can come out now, I-I’m really sorry about that.”

“What? Why did-?”

“Here,” she said, a little shaky herself as she helped you out of the cage and back into the chair. “I’ll explain, just rest for a moment.”

You nodded slowly as she hurried around the room, trying to calm your heart and process what you’d heard, trying to make sense of it all. The woman seemed to boil a kettle with her hands before pouring you a cup of tea and rushing it over to you. You accepted it gratefully and she pulled up a chair to sit with you.

“I’m sorry about this,” she worried. “I wish I could do more for you.” 

“I’m still confused as to how I got here,” you mumbled.

“I…” she bit down on her lip, seeming to think for a moment. “You don’t have magic, correct?”

“Not as far as I know,” you mumbled, taking a shaky sip of your tea that tasted much better than the potion.

The woman fiddled with her cup. “Then they would have told you nothing. You’re…”  she hesitated. “Ah, a test subject.”

You froze and stared at her with wide eyes and she babbled on quickly. “T-Try not to worry. I want to keep you safe. I-I just need t-to, keep lying to them.”

“Wh-Who?”

“My family,” she muttered. “We’re all- I- Oh! I-I’m sorry I’m Yoobin, or Dami, whichever really. I- We all have magic but… they- they aren’t nice to people without magic.”

You just stared at her, trying to absorb all the things she said. 

“You’re here so we can create new spells a-and, uh, I guess you know already. Th-That potion might have knocked out some of your memory though. I’m going to try and keep you with me. You’re one of the only ones here right now but I need you the most anyway and the others…” She trailed off.

“I can’t leave,” you said quietly.

“I’m going to try,” her eyes flickered towards the door. “M-Maybe.”

“Maybe?” you questioned.

“It’s- I can’t just go. We… We do things a certain way here and even this,” she motioned between the two of you. “Isn’t allowed.”

You sat quietly for a moment, thinking. “You’re not even supposed to make health potions are you?”

She shook her head. “They can’t know. If they found out what I actually make…”

“You need to leave too,” you said, perking up.

“N-No, no they would find me. I’ll be good to you here, I promise.”

You reached forward and took Yoobin’s hands shakily. “What do you need to do, to run away and not be found?”

“I-I- I’m not sure… u-um some potions a-and cloaking spells. But-”

You shook your head. “We’re doing it.”

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Your ability to help Yoobin was limited to be sure. You had no magical powers whatsoever and she’d warned you against touching anything unless she told you to. You were glad that she kept you near her so much. You barely had any contact with the rest of her family but they were still around from time to time to see what she was doing and as much as you hated going in the cage, and sometimes staying long when they wanted to stay with her, spying or snooping on her work, you were grateful that they left without paying you much attention. 

You did hate sleeping and you barely slept much at night. She’d apologized to you every night as she took you to what felt like jail cells, locking you up near some other non magical people who looked to be in worse shape than you were. You knew if the family started to suspect too much it would ruin all the preparation.

You still didn’t like being in the cells though. You wanted to help the others but none of you talked and you had a feeling they’d been told not to. You were always worried that someone else would come and grab you before Yoobin did. She was late to bring you to bed and early to pick you up but it wasn’t like everyone was on a strict schedule and today, like every other morning, you sat anxiously waiting for her to come.

Heavy footsteps echoed from down the hallway and you heard a whimper from a nearby cell. You squeezed yourself back on the hard bed, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t notice you, would pass you by. Was it bad to wish that? If that harm didn’t come to you it came to someone else.

“Well well,” the voice you recognized, even if you had never looked at his face before. His frame was large but he was well put together. His hands were casually resting in his pockets and his slicked back hair, like the sly smile on his face, made your stomach turn. “Yoobin’s late today.”

You sucked back your reactions as his hands started to fiddle with the lock. You knew he could undo it with magic so why he was bothering to use his hands you didn’t know, maybe just to prolong the moment. You had a feeling he enjoyed fear.

“You know it’s first come first serve,” he drawled. “The early bird gets the worm.”

The door swung open and you felt yourself standing against your own will before something invisible grabbed you around the throat and dragged you closer. You grasped at the nothingness around your own neck, gasping as he chuckled and pulled you against him.

“And you are a worm,” he murmured. “But a good one, if Yoobin’s keeping you all to herself. Let’s see what all the fuss is about, shall we?”

“Let them go.” You couldn’t turn to see Yoobin but you could hear her icy, low tone. 

“Finders keepers,” he drawled, staring down the hallway with you in tow, still gasping for air.

You felt Yoobin’s hand grab you. “They stay with me,” she said evenly.

“You can have one of the others,” sneered. “I want to see what about them has you all excited.”

In an instant air rushed into your needy lungs and you gasped, Yoobin catching you as the man went flying. He landed with a loud crash at the far end of the hall.

“What the hell do you need them for that badly?” he growled.

“You know my experiments take days. They’re delicate and even your stupid spell could have messed them up you absolute imbecil. Don’t touch them again.”

Yoobin grabbed your wrist and dragged you behind her, moving at a brisk pace down the hallway. She squeezed it tight as a warning not to talk or in fear that he would follow. Either way you stayed silent as you made your way to her room, too shaken to collect your thoughts.

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Yoobin helped you out of the cage, still listening intently to make sure the hallway was really empty for another moment before setting you in the chair. You quietly took the tray with willow sticks again and began carefully striping them with your shaky hands.

“They’re suspicious.” She mumbled

“Yep,” you said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “They usually leave you alone when you’re in there…”

They usually did. It had taken all of Yoobin’s protests to keep them from pulling you out to “have some fun” as they put it. They questioned why they couldn’t and complained that Yoobin was always testing things that were too delicate and that surely one little jinx, a few spells, a hex, wouldn’t hurt.

Well wouldn’t hurt her project anyway.

You had done your best to stay steady, to not show them too much emotion like she’d told you but you were sure they could see the fear in your eyes and it had only made them want to mess with you more. You had a feeling she nearly threw them out with magic but as you had gathered that was also not allowed and she had already been in trouble for doing it before.

“It has to be soon,” she said nervously. “If we wait too long…”

You weren’t sure what she was thinking, but you agreed. There were definitely more and them and you shuddered to think what they would do with both of you if they figured out your plans or caught you. She’d drawn up the plans for rescuing the others and to escape, how to get out undetected and with the last potion brewing, you knew your time was wearing thin.

“Three days,” she said, and her voice sounded more terrified than you’d ever heard it. “The potion will be done in two, that gives me time to bottle it and pack things.”

You nodded numbly. “Three days.”

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You wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Even if it were a regular night you wouldn’t sleep. You were wide awake, anxious and nervous about the plan. You knew the others in the house slept, but some might be awake, they had odd schedules. Others didn’t trust Yoobin. You knew her plan was to stay up late in her study and wave off anyone who tried to get her to sleep, insisting she was on the verge of a breakthrough with her sleeping potion.

You didn’t know if they had left her alone. No one had come down to the cells and you figured no one would now. It had to be beyond midnight now, with a new moon tonight there was little light to see by and it only had you lost in your thoughts even more. This place seemed surreal to you, like some long dream, but it felt all too real. You’d managed to get caught up in this scheme but you had no clue if it was what you meant to do.

A very quiet set of footsteps came down the hallway and you strained your eyes, looking for a figure in the dark, and holding your gasp when moments after the footsteps stopped the door to the cell swung open and Yoobin’s head popped out of thin air. Her hand joined her, floating in space and she beckoned to you and you tiptoed out of the cell. 

Yoobin was silent and you were sure even in the low light pale as she pressed a key into your hand and motioned to one of the other cells. You followed her lead opening it and shaking awake the girl inside. She took in a breath to scream but you covered her mouth quickly.

“We’re escaping,” you whispered.

The girl nodded and followed close to you as Yoobin motioned to you to open one more cell. You did as you were told. The boy inside was wide awake and already standing at the bars. He looked young and you wondered how old he must be. The second you released him he dashed across the hall and wrapped his arms around another girl who looked just like him. The two cried quietly and you thought they must be siblings as Yoobin let out the last person and turned to all of you, pulling a stopper out of a potion bottle, handing it to you first.

“Drink this,” she whispered. “It’ll make you invisible.” The others looked wary but you drank the liquid readily, sweet and strangely warm as it travelled down your throat before your body faded into the shadows. The others slowly took turns drinking and one by one disappeared as Yoobin cast incantations over you to quiet your footsteps.

“I’ll lead,” she said. “Follow my feet. If I stop, you stop. Okay?” Yoobin took a deep breath before covering herself. Her feet were the only things even a little visible as she made her way down the hall.

The basements were quiet and dark. The air seemed to chill you, though maybe that was just your fear. You worried that the others were left behind but you had to trust they would follow. You heard Yoobin’s quiet whisper, telling you all to remain silent at all times before turning a corner. 

The house seemed like a maze but Yoobin knew it well, leading you until you came to a large staircase. The house above seemed just as dark and she led the group silently up, charming the door to move silently as she let you all out into the house and started down hallways.

Light from rooms cast shadows as she moved you through what must have been servants quarters. The hallways were narrow and long and only the slight sight of feet let you know that you weren’t wandering aimlessly on your own. Every little sound made you jump and you swallowed down every single fear that rose inside of you, hoping that this would work.

You were sure you heard a floorboard creak under one of you. Yoobin’s feet didn’t stop, and neither did yours until a door just up ahead swung open and Yoobin’s heels disappeared.

One of the men you had only seen once stepped out of the room, his eyes scanning the hallway slowly. You held your breath, afraid to move even a hair for fear that he would know, that he would hear or see something. 

You suddenly wondered what could make the potion wear off.

The man raised his hand and opened his mouth but at the same time, some things seemed to fall within his study.

“Damn poltergeist,” he muttered before stalking back into his room.

Yoobin’s feet reappeared and you followed them. The corridors turned quiet and darker as you moved to the outer edge of the house. Floors creaked but no one seemed to hear, too far from where people were sleeping or working late into the night.

You had no idea how long it was that you moved but you were still surprised when she opened a door and the cool night breeze hit you. Yoobin’s head appeared and she motioned to move, quietly asking if everyone was out before closing the door behind you all. You stood in the dark and watched anxiously as she cast a spell on the door. You knew she had to erase traces of what you’d done, how you’d left. 

“We’re not done yet,” she mumbled. “Follow me.” Yoobin’s head was uncovered as she led you through the dew-wet grass and into the forests. She said they weren’t the safest but they were the easiest option to get away before you could really travel.

As you trekked through the forest and the sun started to peek over the horizon the potion began to wear off. You managed to see outlines of the others and then see their faces properly. It was a relief to see no one was lost and Yoobin smiled back at the group with relief as you kept moving, her casting incantations every so often to hide your footprints. No doubt they would have realized by now that you were gone, and for as tired as you were you were happy to be away from the house, though the thought in your mind of how to get home was still there.

As day fully broke and sunlight poured over the land you chattered with the others, a sense of joy over all of you as Yoobin led you up a hill overlooking a village. She stopped at the top and reached into her bag, pulling out an old hat and placing it on the ground.

“This will take us somewhere far away,” she said. “We’ll be safe, just give me a moment.” You watched her as he cast the spells she needed before standing and stepping towards you.

“You know I couldn’t have done it without you.” she said.

“You did all the work!” you said “I-I just-”

Yoobin shook her head. “I never would have been brave enough. I would have given up without you there.” She hugged you. “Thank you.”

You couldn’t help hugging her back. “Thank you, too.”

When she pulled back she sniffled slightly before turning to the hat. “Okay, everyone take hold to it.” You all did as she said, the last pair of hands grabbing the hat and wind suddenly whipping around you, making it harder and harder to breath as you lost all sense of land under you. Your head felt dizzy and your eyes slid closed as your fingers slipped from the hat.

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rebellion

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“God,” you muttered, sitting up from the floor. You rubbed the back of your head as you looked around, your eyes recognizing the dark living room. The card caught your eye and you let out a strangled yelp as it turned 180 degrees before disappearing in a puff of smoke. In its place a torn piece of sheet music sat as the smoke cleared and you cautiously took it between your fingers as you stood up.

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