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whiteteadreams · 2 years

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Talking to Death

Pairing: Newly-Dead!Jeong Jaehyun x Female Reader

Preview: Missing someone who's dead? Talk to them now!

Is there someone who has passed away that you miss dearly? Well, you can talk to them now! Call the number below!

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Just remember to interact with friends and family outside of speaking with your departure and don’t crowd and overwhelm your departure as they adapt to their new surroundings. This stage is new for everyone.

Word Count: 6.8k

Genre: Tim Burton-esque (?), Fantasy, Non-Idol AU, Horror

Warnings: Jaehyun’s dead from the start, fluff, angst, mentions of self-harm (but can be easily missed), mentions of suicide (also can be easily missed), passing out/fainting, blood, cleaning a wound, main character death, suicide (this one isn’t easy to miss), not 100% proofread.

a/n- This idea randomly came to me in a dream, but I hope you enjoy this little twisted reality. Also, sorry that the last two fics have ended with death and not really happy endings, the next couple of fics I have planned out do have happy endings. And there is unfortunately repetition of some words, like I just used those words too often, but I hope it isn’t too bad.

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"My condolences". You didn't know who he was, but he was here for Jaehyun. You didn't know any of these people except for his close family and friends. But it didn’t matter whether you did or didn't know them, every single one came up to you expressing their sorrow.

The service was lovely, the walls of the funeral home were between the color of oatmeal and bone white, and the flowers were roses, even though they symbolize love, and not death, Jaehyun claimed that he loved them. Every single pew in the entire room was filled, even with people standing in the back, and there were still people in random places of the home.

At the front of the room to the left, people surrounded a table that held several photos of him, and each photo had a paragraph that explained what that specific part of his life was about, and there were even more people to the right of the table, which is where he was. It was obvious that he was loved by many, yet he chose to love you and only you.

You hadn’t realized that everyone had sat down in their designated seat until Jaehyun’s mom came to your side. “Y/n, honey, it’s time for us to sit down. There’s an open seat next to me for you.” You let her take your arm to lead you to said seat.

The warmth of Jaehyun’s mother’s hand on your arm didn’t last long, because as soon as she sat you down, she went up to the podium that was between the table that showed the timeline of her son’s life, and her son himself.

He looked so peaceful; you would've thought he was asleep if it weren't for the current circumstances. It was an open casket; you don’t know if you’re glad it was or if you wish it was closed. With it being closed, you wouldn’t be able to see him at all, but with being able to see him, it’s just proof that he’s truly gone. You’ll never be able to see him, kiss him, hold him, or talk to him after today.

“Thank you everyone for coming. Jaehyun would’ve be glad that you all came.” As soon as she used Jaehyun’s name in the past tense is when she started crying. You didn’t notice that that was the end of her eulogy until she stepped down from the podium and came back to her seat next to you. “It’s your turn sweetie.” She gave you a small smile and nodded her head slightly to the podium.

With legs you thought were going to buckle at any moment, you got up and slowly made your way to the podium. You knew that there were a lot of people there, but it wasn’t until you finally looked up and out into the room to see all the people looking at you. Normally, whenever you had to give speeches in front of a lot of people, Jaehyun was always somewhere in the front, smiling from ear to ear, showing off his dimples, and giving you two thumbs up. But Jaehyun was next to you now, though he wasn’t smiling or whispering to the person next to him saying “that’s the love of my life”, while proudly pointing at you.

You didn’t want to look at him because you knew that if you looked for too long, all you could do was start crying, however, you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. “Jung Jaehyun was the love of my life. And I’m not sure what else to say, he was and still is, in simple terms, everything to me. He was my boyfriend and my best friend all in one. I wanted to grow old with him, we talked about it, all the time. Getting married, having kids, living our lives with the other by our side. I can’t even think about what I’m going to do now that he’s gone.” Your words were no longer audible, muted by sniffles and sobs.

“Hey Y/n, let’s go sit down, yeah? Or we can go outside and get some fresh air if you would like to. Whatever you want.” Johnny, one of Jaehyun’s best friends had gotten up from his seat to try and coax you off the podium. “I want Jae.” Johnny just sighed and took your arm, much like Jaehyun’s mother had done, and led you out of the room.

Your cries got louder, and you started to lose the ability to breath. You were gasping for air, the feeling of drowning taking over your body, leading you to the ground. Johnny hadn’t gone back in, scared to leave your side, he sat down next to you. He lightly rubbed your back as you stained his suit jacket with drops of watered-down mascara.

You couldn’t decide if the day drug on or flew by. Maybe both if that was possible. It seemed as if the day itself flew by, but the minutes seemed to never end. With time not seeming to work right, all the crying, and everyone coming to talk to you, a headache formed, and you just wanted Jaehyun back.

Normally when you had a headache, Jaehyun would rub your temples and to help you fall asleep, he would lightly trace your facial features, your eyelids, nose, lips, and that always seemed to work because the next thing you knew was that you were walking up the next day.

Before you knew it, you heard Johnny getting up beside you. “I have to go help carry Jaehyun, the burial is about to start, I’ll come stand by you during it, but Jae’s mom is going to come walk with you.”

Johnny went back inside but Jaehyun’s mom quickly filled the now empty space beside you. Without saying anything she helped you stand up and caught up with the group that started to head over to the empty hole in the ground.

“I don’t want them to put him in there. They need to leave him alone. I don’t want him to be gone.” You rested your head on Jaehyun’s mother’s shoulder and quietly blubbered in her ear. “I know Y/n, I know.” She pulled you even more into her embraced and placed her chin on your shoulder. For a while you two just held each other while crying. But you completely broke down when you saw Jaehyun’s coffin being carried towards where the group was gathered.

Johnny and Taeyong were in front, then Doyoung and Mark, Yuta and Haechan, and in the back was Jeno and Taeil. Following them was Jungwoo carrying a bouquet of roses. They all were crying, some better at hiding it than others, but all of them had tears cascading down their cheeks. They walked up the pathway that was made by the group dividing, the rest of Jaehyun’s friends on one side and his family and you on the other. The men carrying the coffin placed it on the lowering device and walked to the side where the rest of his friends were. Jungwoo placed the roses on the coffin, wiped his tears and joined the rest of Jaehyun’s friends.

Johnny said a parting word to Taeyong and Mark, who he was standing between and joined your side that Jaehyun’s mom wasn’t occupying. You should’ve paid more attention but all you could stare at was the part of the coffin where Jaehyun’s head would be. But then the coffin started lowering and both Johnny and Jaehyun’s mom tighten their grips on you. Your crying turned into screaming and you started thrashing to get out of their grips.

In any other situation you would’ve been embarrassed but as you watched the coffin disappear into the ground, all you could see was the future you’d be forced to live without Jaehyun with you. “No, no, no. Jaehyun! You can’t take him from me!” Johnny pulled you into his chest and him and Jaehyun’s mother tried to calm you down by rubbing up and down your back and quietly shushing you. “I don’t want him to leave! I need him!”

When you first found out that Jaehyun had died, it was in the middle of the night. The police had shown up at your door at 2:42 AM to deliver the news to you. At first, you were in shock, not being able to believe it, your face just paled, and you were unable to speak.

But seeing his coffin being lowered into the ground snapped everything into place for you. The box that the love of your life was in, was never going to see the light of day again. You’d never be able to have your Jaehyun again. He was now, officially gone.

After the funeral and burial, you booked an Uber to take you home by yourself with your spiraling headache following close behind. You could barely see straight, and any noise that was made just caused your headache to get even worse. It felt like the world was spinning, and your vision had gone spotty.

You were waiting on the sidewalk outside of the funeral home when a car pulled up. “Uber for Y/n?” You just nodded and quickly got into the back seat before you your legs gave out. Sitting down and feeling the AC blow cool air onto you helped your headache ease a little bit.

The silence was broken when the Uber driver turned down the radio and spoke up. “I’m sorry for your loss, Ms.” You nodded even though he was looking forward. “Thank you.” Neither of you said anything after that but it wasn’t awkward.

Feeling the coldness of the window on your forehead from leaning on the glass helped calm your headache even more. It was now just a dull ache that matched the ache in your chest. You watched as the city you had explored with Jaehyun passed your eyes as the Uber driver drove you to your house. Or your neighbor’s house a couple doors down.

Not wanting to say that he’s a few houses down, you just paid the driver and got out of the car. Your neighbor was out on his porch, smoking as always. He was a grumpy old man and Jaehyun said that if he ever got like that when he was old that you had permission to put him in a nursing home.

You got your phone out of the dress pocket and went to rate the Uber driver before you forgot but your neighbor started speaking out loud, making you look up from phone and at him.

"Hey kid, you young people are always on your phones these days, how about you pick up a newspaper for once and learn something." The man tossed the newspaper that was lying in his yard at you. It fell a few feet away, but you stepped closer to crouch down and grab it.

The man said something under his breath and flicked his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out after mouthing some words at you. The last breath of smoke came flowing out of his nose as he turned to walk back up his porch and into his house.

Another neighbor had come out of her house and tried to start up a conversation but with the way the wind was blowing your hair in your face, your headache was starting to make its return, and the eerie feeling the man gave you, you needed to leave. Immediately. You needed to go lie down after drinking some water.

Speed walking to your house with only tripping on a sidewalk crack once, you made your way to your shared home with Jaehyun. As soon as you opened the door, his aroma hit your nostrils and you closed your eyes, you could just imagine him welcoming you home. But when you opened your eyes, you were alone in your dark entryway. No Jaehyun asking how your day was, no Jaehyun dragging you to either the couch to watch TV or the bedroom depending on what type of day he had, no burning smell coming from the kitchen from Jaehyun cooking. No Jaehyun. You didn’t have Jaehyun anymore.

Not wanting to scream and cry anymore today, you took a shaky breath and tossed the newspaper on the ottoman that sat in front of the couch. You swallowed, but realized that there wasn’t anything to swallow, your mouth was dry, causing you to remember the water you’ve been wanting. Trying to just look straight ahead in hopes of not thinking of Jaehyun, you headed to the kitchen. But of course, everything reminded you of him. His chair at the dining room table for one, it was like you could see him smiling up at you with only love and adoration in his eyes.

Once you turned the corner from the living room to the kitchen you tensed up, waiting for Jaehyun to pop out and scare you like he always did but the scare never came. When you opened the cabinet that held the glasses and cups that Jaehyun came along to help you pick out, well you picked them out, he acted like a child and complained when you said he couldn’t go to the vinyl section just yet, you saw the mug he reluctantly picked out because he thought it was nice. Slightly moving to the left, ready for his arm to reach over your right shoulder to grab the mug for his drink, but again his arm never came.

So used to him leaning on the cabinet next to you, you were expecting his face to be revealed once you close the cabinet door. When you looked to your left, there wasn’t anyone there, just the dining room table and behind that, the large windows that showed the backyard, as well as the street.

Jaehyun always talked about wanting to see your kids grow up and play in that backyard, thinking of that just made everything come crashing down. The glass of water, falling from your hand and shattering as soon as it hit the floor. You fell also, your knees giving out, using your hands to catch yourself, you hissed in pain.

Lifting your hand off the ground, and turning your palm up, you saw several little cuts and red indents from the glass that had just broke. Not giving a fuck anymore you used your right hand to sweep the small slivers of glass out of your way as your left hand held up your almost entirely limp body. Once most of the glass what out of your way for now, you just laid down. Crying in your kitchen, in the fetal position, with glass shards around you and blood dripping from your palms, you whispered his name before blacking out.

It wasn’t the sun that woke you up, the kitchen island covered you from the sun light that poured through the open blinds, but the ring of your phone. Blindly searching around for your phone, you just felt the pieces of glass that surrounded you. But you were too upset and tired to care enough to get up and actually look for your phone. The ringing would stop soon anyway.

The ringing did stop soon, and instead of the ringing, frantic knocking on your front door replaced the sound. Then, yelling added to the frantic knocking. “Y/n! Open the door! It’s me, Johnny!” Slowly, you picked yourself up and wiped your hands on the tights you wore underneath the black dress that you forgot to change out of. The wiping only caused the pieces of glass that managed to stay in your palms through your tossing and turning during the night to shift. Johnny started knocking again but before he could yell, you made your way to the door and opened it just a bit.

The man sighed in relief, instantly feeling a invisible weight lift off of his shoulders when he saw that you were there. “Oh good, you’re still here.” Johnny smiled a bit at you. “Of course, I’d be here, I live here.” He just shook his head and under his breath he said, “That’s not exactly what I meant.” Understanding, you just looked down and nodded.

“Are you bleeding?” Johnny’s voice was still calm but laced with concern and confusion. Based on the situation, of course he thought the worse, but you spoke up before he could ask any more questions, “I dropped a glass and passed out when I got home.” Immediately offering to clean up the mess for you, Johnny just squeezed through the crack between the door and door frame and led himself to the center of the living room. “Alright, where is the mess?” You just pointed to the kitchen and Johnny, silently started picking up the bigger shards.

“Hey Y/n, while I pick up the rest of the glass, how about you go wash your hands, try to remove as much as the glass as you can with tweezers and then I’ll come help you. Is your broom and dust pan still in the closet over here?” “Uh-huh”, you left Johnny in the kitchen to go follow his instructions with removing the glass in the bathroom.

Finding the tweezers and first aid kit wasn’t hard since Jaehyun always insisted that it was important to keep it in reach and keep everything in there full. Grabbing the kit and tweezers and setting it on the vanity, you rinsed the dried blood from your palms so you could see the cuts easier. The glass was embedded into your skin, and it would hurt to take out, but stiches wouldn’t be needed.

“Y/n, I finished cleaning the glass, I’ll come help you in a moment.” Taking a closer look at your palm, you started to remove the glass yourself. Wincing, whenever you had to dig a bit deep to retrieve the shard, but soon your palm was clear of any glass. Losing folding your hand so you could run along the welts with your fingertips caused you to hiss.

Just as you were about to trade the tweezers to your other hand, Johnny came in and took them out of your hold. Without saying anything he held out his other hand. Giving him the hand that still had glass pieces sticking out, he quickly started to remove the bits. Looking at the reelection the mirror showed you saw how messed up you truly looked. Wrinkled clothes from yesterday, slightly bloody hands with blood on your arms, chapped lips, and streaks of mascara along your cheeks. Even though the sight of yourself was alarming enough, it was when you saw a familiar head of hair peeking out behind Johnny.

The owner of the hair slowly appeared, his eyes were glossed over, the iris and pupils were no longer visible, only the lens of his eyes which were a cloudy opaque white. His nose was crooked and had dried blood coming out of both nostrils. Shards of glass were stuck in all different parts of his face, there was a bump on one of his temples, and the thing that really made your breath hitch besides just seeing him, was the fact that his neck was limp. Jaehyun had died on impact, his neck immediately breaking when the car driving on the wrong side of the road hit him head on. His mouth was turned into a slight smile, the one thing no one had changed from the moment he died to the moment he was buried. They cleaned the blood off of him, they put him suit, propped his neck up, did all the regular things people do to get a dead person ready for burial, but no one, touch the slight smile that was on his face.

He was there, looking over Johnny’s shoulder at the scene that was playing out in front of him. You hadn’t turned around yet, but that didn’t stop you from saying “Johnny, you need to leave.” “What? Y/n, I was just trying to help, did I do something wrong.” His eyes and voice were laced with panic and concerned. “It doesn’t matter you need to leave. Now. Get out of my house.” Johnny softly apologized and told you that you could call him whenever. He turned around and walked right through Jaehyun.

You still haven’t turned around, but Jaehyun faded out when Johnny walked where he was standing but quickly reappeared. His head tilted a bit and the sickeningly sweet smile stayed, with those emotionless gray eyes still staring straight into your soul. “Jaehyun?” You slowly turned your body, but when you were completely turned around, Jaehyun was gone. You whipped your head back to the mirror, but he wasn’t there anymore either.

“Jaehyun?” You asked yourself out loud while walking out of bathroom and into the hallway. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Continuing to look for him was a lost cause, he was gone. But of course, you refused to believe that.

Jaehyun never appeared again, with every little breeze that chilled your bones and brought goosebumps to your skin, there wasn’t a blurry Jaehyun passing by.

The next week passed slowly, no waking up to Jaehyun kissing your face, no Jaehyun standing in the bathroom mirror, getting ready for the day, no Jaehyun laughing, no Jaehyun smiling, no Jaehyun.

You just spent your days running on nothing, no food, no sleep, you couldn’t even remember the last time you changed your clothes. Roaming around you and Jaehyun’s was what you did every day, all day. Turning the corner into the living room for what felt like the 50th time that day, and it probably was, you saw the old newspaper that has been in the back of your mind.

Staring down the newspaper and slowly approaching the couch, Jaehyun’s cologne trapped you as soon as you sat down. Just going for it and ripping off the Band-Aid, you opened the newspaper. Something wasn't right though, the date on it, wasn't today's. Well, it was today’s, but not this year’s, or last year’s or even next year’s.

May 31, 1972

Today, but 50 years ago. All the content of the newspaper was normal, politics, town news, advice columns, ads, and even a recipe or two. But one thing about the ads was none of them seemed real.

Want to know where your dreams come from? Meet the person who pick them out!

Remember that childhood imaginary friend? Revisit them today!

Missing someone who's dead? Talk to them now!

Curious about who is watching over you? Everyone has their very own guardian angel, meet yours!

Are you lonely? Order your very own partner!

This has to be a hoax; some teenagers probably threw this is the man's yard wanting to prank and confuse him. But of course, this was the day he threw it at you. Not caring enough to think about the what’s and why’s for too much longer and in dire need of a good chuckle, you looked at the ad about calling the dead.

Missing someone who's dead? Talk to them now!

Is there someone who has passed away that you miss dearly? Well, you can talk to them now! Call the number below!

xxx-xxx-xxxx

What a piece of shit.

There were more words under the short paragraph, in much smaller print, but already being skeptical, you didn’t care enough to strain your eyes.

. But with not having anything else to do, you grabbed your phone and punched in each of the digits and pressed the dial button.

"Hello, I'm Steven with Talking to Death! Is there someone you've been missing recently that has died? If so, please state their name, your name, your relation to the person, their death date, and cause of death. If not, I'm not sure why you called this number, but how may I help you anyways?"

"Is this some sort of prank?" You were skeptical with the whole thing. "I understand why you would think that, but we have been a respected company since 1897. Unfortunately, to be able to speak to your loved one, you must believe that you'll be able to talk to them." Steven responded through the phone, seemingly tired of this question but still replying with a joyful customer service type voice.

"Okay, but why haven't I heard of this before?" "Well, it is obviously a king of odd and not everyone goes around telling people about this in fear of sounding crazy, is there someone you would actually like to speak to?"

"Um, yeah, my boyfriend, Jeong Jaehyun died a week ago, so May 24. He died in a car accident." You slightly stuttered through your words, not expecting someone to actually be serious.

"Okay, and now I just need your name." "Y/n L/n." "Alrighty, Ms. L/n, he checked in five days ago and has had time to settle. I will put the call through to his line and he will pick up when he is ready. One thing to remember though, make sure not to get too attached because he isn't in your world anymore, please use with caution. Thank you for calling us and have a good rest of your day."

Steven transferred the call over and as you were waiting, some peaceful jazz music played. It wasn't annoying like elevator music; it was nice and put you in a calm and relaxed state.

The music lasted for a couple minutes, and with each minute that passed, you started to lose hope a bit more but then, the relaxed aura that now surrounded you vanished when you heard him.

“Hello?” It’s him. “Jaehyun?” “Y/n?” “Oh my god! It’s really you, is it? Really you?” You could hear him chuckle from the other side of the line. It was deep and hearty, something you had started to deeply miss.

“Yes Y/n, it is really me. Jaehyun.” “My Jaehyun.” “My Y/n.” You couldn’t help yourself and all the tears started running down your cheeks all at once.

The absurdity of it all caught up with you, even with the tears and the silent sobs trying to force their way out of your body, you couldn’t help but laugh. Hysterically. You were talking to your dead boyfriend.

“I don’t even know what to say. How are you? What was dying like? Are you okay?” Having about a million questions running through head was making the room spin. “Well, I’m doing okay. Nothing hurts, I feel, almost weightless. Dying wasn’t anything like people said it was. My head hit the steering wheel and I woke up in this lobby, or a waiting room. And there was no Jesus, bright light, or stairway that led to the gates of heaven.”

Just wanting to hear Jaehyun talk more, you stayed silent so you could cherish the moment you were given. “Anyways, this world, or whatever, is pretty similar to ours in a sense, for now, I’m just in this hotel room until my house is created. Enough about me though, I’ve missed you, how are you?”

A dry chuckle left your throat, “A fucking trainwreck. I told myself that I’d never be dependent on a man, but here I am, an absolute dumpster fire. Johnny came by to check on me and when I didn’t answer my phone or the door right away he thought I had killed myself. I screamed and kicked at your funeral like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Johnny and your mom even had to hold me down so I wouldn’t jump in your grave when they lowered your casket.” Recalling the events, you felt your stomach twist. Not out of embarrassment, but of how you felt, even just looking back, you felt like puking.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Y/n.” It was obvious that Jaehyun didn’t know what to say in this situation. However, you were sure that the conversations would go back to almost normal with time.

Clearing his throat in hopes of getting rid of the awkwardness, Jaehyun spoke up after minutes of silence. “Well, I have to go, Y/n. I love you, so much.” Wait.

“What? Jaehyun, we just started talking again? Did I say something wrong? We’re always open with each other? What’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Jaehyun was able to calm you like he always did. “You can call me tomorrow, it’ll be okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” But he had already hung up before your brain and body allowed you to get the words out. Staring down at your phone’s keypad, you were alone again.

You were climbing up the walls for the rest of the day, not being able to think about anything but calling Jaehyun, your body just couldn’t stop shaking. Too buzzed on the thought of speaking to him again, no matter what you did, you couldn’t just calm down.

No matter how slow time seemed to go by, tomorrow did eventually come. You decided to call Jaehyun around noon.

Having already saved the number in your phone, you clicked it and pressed call.

“Hello Steven! It’s Y/n, Jeong Jaehyun’s girlfriend, may I please speak to him.” Your response to the man was much for cheerful this time around than your first greeting. “Ah, Y/n. Now that your number is in our system and Mr. Jeong is aware that you can call him, whenever you call him from now on, you will just be automatically transferred to his line. But, I cannot stress this enough, make sure you do not overwhelm him and please seek communication and other forms of social life in your own world.”

“Okay Steven, just transfer my call to Jae.” With only a sigh of dispute, Steven respected your wishes and soon the jazz music that quickly became familiar, welcomed you.

“Hey Y/n. How are you today?” He didn’t sound excited or in the very least, content that you were calling, even with him telling you it was okay to call today. “I’m doing okay, but how are you, you’re the one that sounds upset.” He just claimed that he was fine, and honestly, the sound of his distaste towards talking to you, broke you inside.

The conversation ended up being just like the one that occurred the day before. It was full of awkward silence, passive aggressive comments, and annoyance. You didn’t know what you were doing wrong, you didn’t think you had said something wrong, but Jaehyun was acting like you were the one who killed him, and you had no idea why.

Even if he seemed more and more upset, you never stopped calling.

“Hey Jae?” He just hummed. “Did I do something wrong?” He huffed and just responded with a simple, “No”. “Well, then why are you acting like this? I saw you in the mirror the day after the funeral, I thought you’d want to talk to me.”

You sniffled and that’s when he finally said something again, “Y/n, I never appeared in a mirror, that was your imagination. And it’s not like I don’t want to talk to you, it’s just going to be harder for you to let go and move on.”

You didn’t get why he thought you’d want to let him go and move on, he was your everything, you didn’t care how many times you’d have to say it, but you simply couldn’t stress it enough, you love him.

“You’re just tired Jaehyun. You need to get more sleep; I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

The call ended and you could feel your eye twitch a bit. Were you actually going crazy? You hadn’t left your house in weeks, you hadn’t had a normal sleep, shower, or eating schedule since Jaehyun died.

Walking to the bathroom to just wash your face of the tears you hadn’t know that fell. You turned towards the sink and placed your palms on the cold marble. A slight sting spread throughout your palms, so you pulled them from the counter, and you saw eight crescent moons made from blood.

Happening without your notice, your hands had clenched into fists so hard that your nails had made small indents into your palms.

Going ahead and washing your hands before your face, you looked at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a long time and you could hardly recognize the sight in front of you. The dark circles under your eyes, your skin wasn’t as vibrant, and you had lost a significant amount of weight. What happened?

That question made you giggle to yourself a bit. It was pretty funny in your opinion, it did cause you to laugh for the first time in weeks, or maybe you’re just delusional at this point. The little question was easy to answer, you lost your entire world, there wasn’t much else to say.

You kept your word to Jaehyun, you did call the next day. The only thing is, he didn’t answer.

It was now your fourth time calling Jaehyun for the day, however, there was still no answer. He shouldn’t be busy; he was supposed to be expecting your call. You were about to redial the number for the fifth time until a knock on your door was heard. You put your phone down, your hand slightly shaky as you did so. Slowly, you walked towards your front door and looked through the peephole, only to see Johnny.

You sighed as your unlocked the door, pulling it open to see Johnny smile sheepishly at you. “Y/n! How are you doing?” Did he find out that he could talk to Jaehyun too? Was that the reason Jaehyun had started to answer less and less.

Raising your right eyebrow you said, “Hello Johnny, I’m fine. How are you?”

“Y/n, no one has seen or even heard from you since the funeral, and I haven’t seen or heard from you since the day after. Are you sure you’re doing alright everyone’s worried about you, me, Jae’s mom, and the rest of the boys.”

Already irritated and only being able to think about calling Jaehyun, you started to close the door, “Yes, I said I’m fine and I would really like to be alone now.” Your voice got louder as you continued to speak. “Please leave me alone and tell everyone to stop calling. I need the line free.” Finally slamming the door and locking it, you rushed back to where you had set your phone down.

Was it possible for Jaehyun to call you? You doubted it, but just in case it was possible, you needed to make sure that your phone was always free.

Running back to your phone once you made sure Johnny had left, you couldn’t stop shaking. It had been only a couple minutes since you last tried calling but you didn’t care. He was yours; you were allowed to talk to him.

It took a few tries because you kept accidently hitting the wrong number because of how bad you were actually shaking. But finally, you tapped the last number and hit call.

It rung for a bit before you heard the groggily and almost annoyed, “Hello Y/n.”

“Why didn’t you answer?” Jaehyun sighed on the other side of the line, and you could imagine him rubbing his temples. “Y/n. I really think we need to stop doing this. We’re both in really different places right now.” You felt your breathing picking up. You had just got him back and now he was leaving you again.

“No, no, no, I need you! Don’t you understand? I can’t go on without you and I just got you back!” Tears were starting to run down your cheeks and Jaehyun just went silent for a bit. But after listening to you mumble barely audible sentences about him leaving and you needing him, he spoke up. “It would be different if we were together again Y/n, and that’s not really possible.” But it is.

It was your turn to go silent and now Jaehyun could see the gears turning in your head. “Y/n please, don’t do it. You still have your entire life ahead of you. I’m gone, but that doesn’t mean you need to follow me. Please, please, please, do not do it. Take a deep breath, we can still call as long as you don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Jaehyun was now the one who was breathing heavily and speaking quickly. But you, you on the other hand had gone eerily silent.

“How could I ever regret something that’ll let me see you again? And what’s the point of living the rest of my life if you’re not right beside me? We could be happy again Jae.”

“No, Y/n, you don’t understand what this means. There’s no going back, please don-" “I do understand, I love you more than anything, I can’t live without you, and I don’t want to either. I love you, so, so much. We’ll be together again soon Jaehyun.”

Hanging up before Jaehyun could say anything else to you, you pushed the end call button with your thumb. Crazed by the idea of being with Jaehyun again and being overcome with adrenaline, you started walking to the garage.

After making sure the garage door was fully shut, you sat in you and Jaehyun’s shared car. The cool temperature of the leather on your burning skin, along with the scent of Jaehyun, you were intoxicated. Putting the key in the ignition and turning, while holding your foot on the break, the car came to life. Turning on the air conditioner, so you could be comfortably cold and leaning back, letting yourself sink into the seat.

What you didn’t know was that Jaehyun had left his room in the hotel and sprinted down all the stairs and to the lobby, without being able to run out of breath, his question came out clearly and urgently. “Can we call someone from the world we came from?” The man with the name tag that read Steven, looked slightly down, and shook his head. “I’m afraid not, these calls are only one-way calls, meaning only one side can call, and that side is the living world.”

About to start crying, Jaehyun tried to argue. “You don’t understand. This is an emergency. I need to call my girlfriend; I have to convince her not to do anything irrational.” Jaehyun’s eyes were wide with crazy hidden behind them.

“I am really sorry Mr. Jeong, but there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that I can possibly do to help you reach her.”

Finally, letting the tears slip, he sunk to his knees in the middle of the lobby of the hotel. There were quite a few newcomers that night, many of them being new to the environment, stared. Regular residents of hotel could imagine what was happening. The dead doesn’t have too much to worry about anymore, some though still held feelings and emotions for past loved ones.

Jaehyun was asked to return to his room, as he was starting to scare the newly-deads. With puffy eyes and tousled hair from pulling at it, he curled up on his bed with the one item he was allowed to choose and bring to his new life with him, the ring he was going to propose with. That’s actually the reason he was going to be home late the night he had died. Although, if he hadn’t gone to the jeweler’s that night to buy the ring, he would be cuddling with you on your guys’ couch right now. He still doesn’t regret going to buy the ring, he loved you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and even though it wasn’t like he planned, he still got to live his life with you by his side.

Thinking about that, he started to remember what caused these thoughts.

Time passed differently in both worlds, Jaehyun’s seconds were slower than yours. So, what was two hours for him, was actually around four hours for you.

With four hours passing, you were starting to fall asleep, it was harder to think straight and remember everything, but you could still remember Jaehyun. Before you couldn’t think about anything anymore, all your favorite memories replayed in your mind, there were a few that didn’t involve Jaehyun, but he still was the main star in your movie of life. The last thing you thought of wasn’t even a memory. It was what you had imagined your future with Jaehyun to be like.

Allowing one final tear to slide down your cheek, your eyes fluttered shut.

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Uncharted waters

☆ characters: poseidon’s son!chenle & mermaid!you ☆ genre: royalty au, greek gods au, the little mermaid au, fluff, horror(ish) ☆ warnings: violence and death ☆ summary: you’re so in love with Prince Chenle, the boy you rescued when he was knocked overboard, that you’re willing to sacrifice everything to be with him - little do you know, everything is exactly what he wants to take away from you ☆ words: 6,2k ☆ also: a massive thanks to @dat-town for her help with this story ♥ your questions made me realize how important details are in every fantasy, even in fantasies where you already have a world to work with!

Your body felt heavy, like shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea, and your lungs were on fire, a sensation you had only ever heard in those magical tales Kunhang, the seagull, had told you whenever you had visited him on the surface.

For a long time, the eccentric albeit friendly bird had been your sole connection to the human world; your only resource, when you had had yet another question about those treasures you had found during your adventures with Yangyang. But the more stories you had heard about human inventions and people with two beautiful, long legs who could dance, walk, and run, the more curious you had become. Curious and bold enough to save a human boy when he had fallen in the ice cold water on a stormy night and make a deal with the sea witch just to get a chance to have your happy ending by his side.

The contract you had signed consisted of three simple statements: The sea witch gave you two human legs in exchange for your voice. To keep them permanently, you had one week to make Prince Chenle fall in love with you. If you failed, and he didn’t give you the true love’s kiss by the seventh sunset, you had to choose whether you killed the prince and turned back into a mermaid or took your own life, offering your undying soul to the wicked.

Which meant failure wasn’t an option. It couldn’t have been one.

Groaning without any sound, you rolled onto your back and opened your eyes. The overcast weather dulled the colors of your surroundings, but you still found the shore beautiful. Unlike when you had been staring at the barely visible Sun while lying beside Yangyang and your moody babysitter, Kun, the sand, now dry, stuck to your skin and made you feel itchy. It penetrated places you didn’t want to think about (and couldn’t have named), but that must have been a part of your new, scale-less life, so you embraced the sensation. It was alright, because your new legs would take you to your prince: to the one you were destined to be with.

A pair of beautiful legs. Your legs. The thought alone made you feel exhilarated. It was like electric eels were rushing through your veins. Your heart was pounding in your entire body.

You couldn’t have told how long you were lying on the beach while you were smiling at the gray clouds, but then a faintly familiar woof-woof gained your attention and knocked the thoughts out of your mind. You snapped your head in the sound’s direction and rolled on your stomach just in time to see the fluffy animal whose steps came to an abrupt halt in front of your face.

‘Daegal! What are you doing there?’ A second intruder ran up to you, this time, a human boy whose voice played on your heartstrings. Prince Chenle looked different from how he had looked at the night when his ship had fallen victim to the storm. Then, his clothes had been torn and his dark locks more disheveled. Now, he seemed more of a safe place than an exciting adventure. Yet, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him.

Your eyes widened in shock when you felt something damp against your cheek, although you let out a soundless giggle as soon as you realized that it was Daegal’s doing. Chenle’s animal greeted you with a lick across your face, then licked your nose, too, for good measure.

‘Oh?’ The soft sound came from the prince who walked up to your duo in the meantime. He sat on his knees in an arm’s distance from your figure, and pulled Daegal in his embrace. Following the movement with your lingering gaze, you pouted, disheartened, at the thought that he might have felt the need to protect his friend from you. ‘Who are you? And what are you doing here so late?’

You opened your mouth to tell him everything: that you were the one who had pulled him to the shore when the sea had been about to swallow his body; that you were here for him. But no sound came out of your throat.

‘You cannot speak?’ The prince asked, and you nodded with a pout. How were you supposed to make him fall in love with you if you couldn’t make yourself understood? Ursula might have been right about your pretty face and the possibilities that came with body language, but you still felt somewhat lost while you were thinking about what you should have done next.

You winced when something cold poked your shoulder, then did it again when the same, ice cold sensation hit the small of your back. You were familiar with the rain. However, the drops definitely felt different now that you were out of the sea. You turned your head towards the gray clouds.

‘Come on! We need to find shelter,’ Prince Chenle said as he stood up and held his hand out for you. You hesitated only for a fleeting moment, your curious gaze boring deep into his coal orbs, before you accepted his help.

Standing on two legs was a harder task than you had initially thought. First of all, your body’s weight was a real thing on land, unlike when you were in the water; you found it hard to divide it equally. Which automatically led you to the second most crucial problem: your weak sense of balance. You managed to take one tiny step forwards before you lost your footing and fell head first into the prince’s arms. Completely naked, save for the seaweeds that stuck to your skin.

‘Are you oka—? Oh, goodness! Here! Take this,’ he said with one of his protective arms around your figure. He didn’t look at you while he shook his midnight blue jacket off his shoulder and threw it over yours. In fact, his gaze kept sliding from one thing to another until it fell on everything in your close proximity but your exposed skin.

Determined to not be a nuisance, you quickly adjusted the fabric so that it would hide your chest and thighs, then tapped the prince’s shoulder twice in order to gain his attention. It was still very new to you to communicate without your voice, but when Prince Chenle finally looked at you, a newfound wave of confidence surged through your whole being. You could do it. He had understood what you had wanted. You could do it.

The walk to the castle where the prince lived was mostly silent, but you didn’t mind the lack of conversation. Instead, you observed your surroundings and tried to burn every tiny detail in your memory: the dull color of the sand under your feet, the deep red, almost black flowers down the road that led to Prince Chenle’s home, and those iron gates that opened for you seemingly out of nowhere as soon as you reached them. You supposed, there must have been guards who controlled them from somewhere, but no matter how eager you were to lay your eyes on them, you saw no one.

‘You can stay here until we find your family,’ the prince told you while he led you towards the stairs. ‘It is just me here, Daegal, grandpa, the cook, and the maids. So it is no problem at all,’ he reassured you further before he called for someone named Yuqi, and pushed you into an empty bedroom.

The palace in Atlantica was nothing like the castle that had suddenly become your new home. Because even though it was at the bottom of the sea, far from the Sun, it was brighter and full of life. There, your bedroom barely had walls and everyone could easily swim from one place to another, even those who were only visiting your family temporarily.

This place isolated its habitants. The dark paint on the walls, the black baldachin around your bed, and the heavy curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows gave you the impression that you had to ask for permission before you left your room; you weren’t sure that you liked it. It didn’t sit well with your adventurous nature.

However, it could have easily been the storm’s doing: your anxiety. Thus, you tore your gaze from the decoration and turned towards your prince with a smile. As expected, his presence worked wonders on your mood.

‘I will tell Yizhuo to bring you something nice to wear. She will prepare your bathwater, too,’ he informed you with a warm smile on his face that reflected on your own.

Recalling those stories Kunhang had told you about human habits, you pinched both sides of the jacket you were wearing and lifted it gingerly. You wished to put your immense gratitude on display while showing the prince that you were an educated woman. Although, when your gaze slid from the floor to his comically wide eyes, the scandalized look on his face told you that you might have been mistaken.

You opened your mouth to ask what you had done wrong, however, no words rolled down your chapped lips. Still, your pathetic attempt at communication brought the prince back to his senses and revived his numb limbs.

Prince Chenle rushed up to you and grabbed the jacket you were wearing. Your lips parted in horror when you realized that he was fixing the fabric on you as it hadn’t been covering your front anymore.

‘Do not ever do this again,’ he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. The prince’s handsome face looked pained while his black eyes bored into yours, like when you upsetted a jellyfish and suffered the consequences. So you gulped and nodded in understanding.

You had no idea how long the two of you were just standing there, in the middle of the room, but you were aware of countless other things. For one, you couldn’t ignore the prince’s warm breath that fanned over your skin and dressed it in goosebumps. Then, your heart was beating faster than ever, even when you were racing with Yangyang under the sea. Not to mention, if only you had been a few inches taller, your eyes would have been in line with the boy’s rosy lips. He was so close.

‘Khm… dinner is in an hour. Yizhuo will show you the way,’ the prince said when he took the first step backwards; his hands falled back by his sides.

You once again nodded - you wished you could have done more, but the human alphabet was different from the one you used under the sea which meant you couldn’t have even written notes so early into your new life - and smiled at him. You smiled until he turned his back to you and walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You wished Yizhuo arrived soon.

The dinner with the prince and his grandfather was better than you had imagined; the food melted in your mouth and the company welcomed you with open arms, although not literally. Humans, at first glance, weren’t too affectionate creatures, but they had many other qualities that fascinated you. They ate their meals with two equally long sticks, kept the side dishes in different bowls and sucked on the snarfblatt instead of blowing it.

Fueled with curiosity, you could have easily stayed at the dining hall all night to learn new things about humans and human objects, but once the dessert was gone and Prince Chenle’s grandfather called for their maids to clean the table, it was time that everyone headed back to their room. And you had no right or way to protest.

That night, buried under a comfortable, warm blanket, your thoughts wandered in directions you wished they hadn’t. You thought of your father and the molten fury in his otherwise loving eyes. You wondered whether he had already known that you had made a deal with the sea witch after he had destroyed your collection of human inventions. Was he looking for a way to get you back or he refused to call you his daughter anymore because of your actions? Based on how much he despised humans, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been the latter. Still, the possibility made you sad. He was your family, after all.

The more you doubted your bond with your loved ones - Yangyang must have felt betrayed that you had left him behind when he had followed you into danger time after time despite what a guppy he was -, the louder the voices in your head became. They told you that you had sold your soul the moment you had set tail in the sea witch’s cave. They called you immature and stupid. They said it was inevitable that you would become a murderer.

You tried to convince them that they were wrong and true love didn’t work like that, but by the time you managed to silence them, the first rays of sunlight shone upon your bed, and the second day began.

Before breakfast, Yizhuo was kind enough to not make comments on your disheveled hair and overall disoriented appearance. Not that you weren’t aware of how you looked even before you were sat in front of the vanity table.

There were dark circles under your eyes and angry red scratches all over your arms, although you had no recollection of when you had injured yourself so badly. As far as you could tell, once you had gotten in bed, you had been tossing and turning around for hours before your body had given in to exhaustion. You had been troubled, but safe. Your scars made no sense.

‘Do not worry, miss. I have the perfect long-sleeved dress for you,’ the maid reassured you with a warm smile. ‘It might be a little warm for the summer weather, but it will hide your scars from unwanted eyes.’

You thanked her for her kindness with a beaming smile and took the hair brush out of her hands so that she could fetch your outfit. Before Prince Chenle had bid his goodbye last night, he had promised to show you the town around the castle after breakfast and you didn’t want to waste a second. Especially because it had already felt like hours while you had been waiting for Yizhuo to knock on your door and prepare you for the day.

The dress the maid brought for you was simple but gorgeous. It consisted of a blue skirt that reached your ankles, a black corset, and a white shirt that hid your arms, but emphasized the lines of your neck and collarbones. Completed with the blue ribbon in your hair and the light make-up Yizhuo put on your face, the outcome was magnificent. It fitted those images you had in your head - that you had seen in human books - whenever you daydreamed about dating.

Feeling restless, the breakfast went by both quickly and painfully slowly, but your chair was right next to the prince’s, therefore you weren’t complaining. You ate your soup diligently and put some rice in the broth when you saw that Prince Chenle and his grandfather did the same. There were so many things you still didn’t know about their habits, you couldn’t wait to tell Kunhang and Yangyang about your own discoveries.

“As if they wanted to hear about them, you silly girl. You will never see them again. Never see them again. You will never see them again.”

The voice came from behind you, but when you snapped your head in that direction, you saw no one but the maids who stood by the door, waiting for your requests silently. You gulped and shook your head. You could have sworn that you had heard this scolding tone before, but you had no idea where.

‘Is everything alright, dear?’ The prince’s grandfather inquired; worry evident in the way he pronounced each syllable.

You reassured him with frantic nods and a beaming smile. Although, if you had wanted to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure whether things were indeed quite alright. But to explain the situation to them in detail, you needed more than your limited arsenal of gestures and mimics. Hence, you chose to not address your concerns. You were a big girl. You were determined to prove to everyone that you could fight your own battles.

Your father and Kun might have never believed in you, but neither of them was present in your life anymore to doubt you.

The books that sank to the bottom of the sea were too fragile to read after a certain point. But once you had realized that it was because the material they were made of changed form under water, you had gained the habit of opening them at your favorite pages as soon as you found them so that you could at least stare at them when you were bored.

The drawings you had seen in these books portrayed humans in beautiful ball dresses while they were laughing and dancing. They depicted lovers on romantic dates as they were kissing. And they also showed how human towns were always crowded and full of life.

The town around the royal castle wasn’t any different. It was loud, but well-coordinated. At first glance, it seemed that everyone had somewhere to be, even the youngest children who ran past you and the prince near the market. Their energy reminded you of your carefree childhood and the day when you had first met Yangyang.

The tropical yellow fish had gotten lost on his way to school, so you had helped him get home safe while you had been having fun getting to know each other and munching on seaweed cookies. You had been his first friend. And he had been yours.

“He could help you, if only you had told him about your plans. But you didn’t think about anyone or anything, did you? Do you really believe you can make him fall in love with you in six days? You can’t even tell him it’s too warm in your dress or that you’re thirsty. You’re pathetic, you silly girl. Pathetic. You’re pathetic.”

You flinched when someone grabbed your hand, but relaxed immediately when your eyes fell on Prince Chenle’s delicate fingers around your wrist. He pulled your hand away from your neck and squeezed it lightly the moment it swung back and forth by your side.

‘Do not be nervous. I will be here the whole time,’ he reassured you kindly; his thumb was caressing the back of your hand tenderly. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, but then you noticed the softness of his fingertips against your skin and your mind went blank. With your sanity out of the way, you didn’t question why he would have thought you were nervous. What you focused on instead was the fact that he cared.

Therefore, you pressed your lips together with a newfound determination and looked around in the vicinity in search of a place where you could get some refreshments. There was a house on your left with breads of different shapes and sizes in its windows and another one on your right with stalls of apples in front of it. You saw a shop that changed one’s hairstyle and a building that had a dining hall in its garden.

You pointed at the latter.

‘Are you hungry?’ The prince asked and you shook your head. ‘Well, that is a restaurant. But we can have shaved ice at the shop two corners from here. Do you like shaved ice?’

You knew what an ice cube was and you didn’t particularly like the stinging numbness you felt when you touched one. However, shaved ice was most probably different because you had never seen anyone eating plain ice cubes before, thus your brain decided that not even humans would have enjoyed chewing on them willingly.

Seeing your contemplation, Prince Chenle patted the top of your head with an affectionate smile and pulled you towards the aforementioned direction. By the time you reached the shaved ice shop, you completely forgot about the reappearing voices in your head because your mind was filled with all the stimuli you had encountered on the road. You had seen old people reminiscing about the good, old days; children scolded by their parents; and animals like Daegal running after a round toy.

Humans were fascinating; and so were their animal friends. Smiling at the vendor behind the wooden counter, you wished you could have shown your father that they weren’t as malicious as he made them to be.

“They are monsters, you silly girl. They are monsters. All of them.”

‘… a different flavor every time, but their red bean shaved ice is really good,’ the prince said, pulling your attention to your options while quieting the scolding voice. Your lips parted in wonder. Ah! So this was shaved ice. ‘They have fruit flavored ones, too. You seemed to like the peach slices last night,’ he nudged your shoulder with his arm that encouraged you to take a closer look at the variety of desserts.

Prince Chenle was right. Although they weren’t as good as seaweed cookies, you had enjoyed the fruit slices during dinner, even more when they had been coated in warm chocolate. Thus, you pointed at the displayed topping that resembled yesterday’s dessert the most, then put one of your palms on the counter to support your legs. When feeling excited, you had gained the habit of bouncing up and down a little; it messed up your weak balance.

‘Easy,’ the prince scolded you with a chuckle, before he asked for two portions of peach and two portions of mango shaved ice, one of each in your separate cups.

It tasted amazing. And not just that. One spoonful of the delicious, cold dessert managed to make the hot weather less suffocating. It lifted your spirit and gave you an energy boost that urged you to see more, taste more, feel more. Hence, when Prince Chenle suggested looking for an empty bench in the shade, preferably in the royal garden, you disagreed with him for the first time since you had exchanged your voice for a chance to be with him.

The prince’s steps came to an abrupt halt, and your eyes opened wide when you snapped your head in his way and your gaze fell on his figure. His face and posture looked a little different, but you couldn’t pinpoint why looking at him gave you this impression.

Especially because a couple of heartbeats later, he shot you an amused smile.

‘So you have a better idea? Now, I am intrigued,’ he raised his left eyebrow, and you giggled soundlessly, because his sudden playfulness took you by surprise in the best way possible. It must have been a sign that the two of you had grown closer.

You nodded with a beaming smile and walked up to him with your loose steps so that you could take his big hand in yours again. You craved for the damp feeling of his palm against your own and the warmth that this gesture ignited in your chest.

During your morning adventures, you visited a huge shop where people could eat mooncakes, drink bitter and sweet beverages, and borrow books that were placed on huge shelves in the back of the building. You also met children who invited you to draw on the road with them - they had these short, wooden sticks they could write in the hard sand with - and bumped into two adorable animals that looked exactly like Daegal, just with brown fur.

‘Should we check out the lighthouse, too, before we call it a day?’ Prince Chenle asked after you bid your goodbyes to the two puppies and their owner.

Honesty, a part of you felt that it would have been too early to head back to the castle even if you had visited the shore, but you were a royalty just like the prince. In the back of your mind, you knew that he couldn’t spend his entire day with you: that he must have had his own duties and responsibilities. So you squeezed his hand and nodded. Since he had offered, you saw nothing wrong with prolonging the time that you two had a little more.

The more steps you took towards the shore, the more exhausting it became to move your legs, but you did your best to shut out the numbness. You didn’t want to cut your program short with unnecessary complaints, especially because you couldn’t have been sure whether it was normal to feel so drained after a couple of hours of walking. There was a fat chance that you were overreacting and you were determined to not let your lack of knowledge sabotage your happily-ever-after.

Still, you barely reached the borders of the town, when your limbs gave out and you lost your balance. A silent scream stuck in your throat as you held onto the prince’s hand, desperate in a way you had only ever experienced when Yangyang and you had been attacked by a shark during one of your impromptu adventures. You closed your eyes, unsure what else you could have done to prevent the fall.

‘I have got you,’ Prince Chenle whispered against your cheek; his arms keeping you close to his chest in an awkward hug. Perplexed, you opened your eyes and turned your head to the right slowly.

Prince Chenle’s hair smelled like salt and peaches; it blended your world into his and pushed your already mushy brain into overdrive. You didn’t even notice that your nails were digging tiny crescents into his bladebone or that he turned his head in your direction in the meantime. You were lost in your fantasies: all you could think about was your future together and how much you yearned for his kiss.

You choked on air when the prince’s nose brushed against yours. His inviting lips were mere inches from your mouth like in those books about romance. This was it. This was the moment you had been waiting for. Therefore, you pursed your lips and leaned forwards. Three inches. Two inches. One in…

The prince pulled away and sat on his knees in front of you with his back to you.

‘Hop on!’ He encouraged you, shooting a warm smile at you from above his shoulder when he realized that your feet were rooted to the ground. ‘Come on! I will carry you.’

Brushing aside your confusion mixed with disappointment, you climbed on the prince’s back and linked your arms in front of his neck. His muscles tensed and relaxed repeatedly under your body while he stood up and started to walk towards the lighthouse.

‘You know, next time you should tell me when you are not feeling well. We can always finish these tours another day,’ he scolded you worriedly, his words awakening dozens of butterfly fish in your tummy.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and nodded. Your lips grazed along his soft skin when you smiled.

Your days as a human girl were filled with delicious meals, town tours, and lazy strolls on the beach. Despite his busy schedule, Prince Chenle made sure to take a few hours out of each one of his days to spend some time with you, showing you new places and free time activities that made you bounce up and down in excitement like when he had showed you the oldest books you had even seen in your life: books that told tales about gods and goddesses who blessed the world with as many wars as miracles.

Your nights, however, got more tiring, the closer you got to your seventh day on the land. The voices haunted you in your sleep and poisoned your happiest memories with your loved ones. By the fifth afternoon, whenever you saw something that reminded you of your life in the sea, your chest felt heavy and the urge to scrawl your way out of your own body clouded your mind. Your skin was dressed in crimson and rose-colored scars, some deeper than others, all of them painful nevertheless. You were a mess.

A hopeful mess desperate for her happy ending.

You couldn’t have picked a favorite; you thought of the beautiful colors of the sunrise just as fondly as you thought of those sunsets you had spent on the shore with Prince Chenle by your side. Then and there, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t speak or that you had the trident of Poseidon hanging over your head. You were happy listening to his stories while he played with your hair, lying on the sand.

It was one of those days when the prince asked you to accompany him for a walk after dinner. The Sun was still shining down on the world, painting the scenery in an orange-gold hue and you couldn’t contain your smile while you were listening to the prince’s stories about pirates and monsters nearly as dangerous as the kraken. His love for the sea was evident; you could see it in his big hand gestures, the way he kept stealing glances at the tides, and the smile that adorned his face while he was reminiscing. You wished you could have shown him Atlantica. You couldn’t picture a single scenario in which he wouldn’t have fallen in love with your old home within a heartbeat.

‘That night, I thought that this was it. I was going to die,’ he said animatedly, pulling you in with the intensity he told you about the happenings. You swore, you saw the hopelessness in his eyes when he talked about his inevitable death. ‘But then this girl saved me. She showed up out of nowhere and pulled me to the shore.’

You almost fell over your own legs when your brain processed what he was talking about. It was you; you were the girl who had saved him.

‘Grandpa says it was just a hallucination, but I know she is out there somewhere,’ Prince Chenle kept insisting, his gaze stuck on the waves. You gulped. ‘One day, I will find her and ask her to be my wife. I will make her my queen.’

He wanted to make you his queen. The revelation kicked the air out of your lungs, making it even harder to think straight, collect your thoughts, and communicate. However, you had to find a way, because this was the perfect moment to confess your feelings for him. He yearned for his savior, he would have forgiven you for exchanging your voice for your legs, making it harder for him to find you.

With time, you could have learned how to tell him the truth.

So you pulled on the prince’s arm and demanded his full attention. Your steps didn’t come to a halt, but they didn’t need to, because the moment your gazes met, everything else became secondary. You pointed at yourself, then pointed at the sea.

‘What? Would you like to swim?’ Prince Chenle inquired, frustration rising in your chest. It was more difficult than it should have been, but you couldn’t afford losing.

“You have to kill him, you silly girl. Kill him. You don’t have much time.”

You shook your head. You pointed at yourself again, then at the sea. You slotted your palms together and imitated the unique movements of your tails when you were swimming. Yet, he didn’t seem to get it.

“So you’re ready to die. Because that’s what will happen. You will die, you silly girl. You will die.”

You gulped and lay down on your side on the sand. You rested your chin atop of your palm while you were staring at a random spot where your imaginary prince was lying. You opened your mouth to sing him a song, and while no sound came out of your throat, it did the trick.

Because the next thing you knew, Prince Chenle was lying next to you on the sand, his eyes dark albeit happy.

‘It is you,’ he breathed as he reached towards you with a trembling hand and the pads of his fingers grazed along your jawline. You fluttered your eyelashes and nodded.

The voices were still there, in the back of your mind, they still laughed at the inevitable, but you had even fewer reasons to believe them now that the prince was looking at you so fondly. He looked at you like you were irreplaceable, like you were the key to his happily-ever-after, too, and your heart was about to explode.

A silent yelp escaped your throat when Prince Chenle pushed you on your back and towered over you with his entire body. The situation was thrilling and terrifying at the same time, although you blamed the paralyzing dread you were feeling on the voices that didn’t stop chanting: “He’s a monster. A monster. He is a monster.”

For the first time, they sounded like Yangyang when he was panicky, but your best friend was living his life in the bottom of the sea, hence you deemed it a cheap trick. How could Prince Chenle have been a monster when he was about to make all your dreams come true?

You licked your lower lip when he adjusted his position and placed one knee on the sand on each side of your body. He sat on your hips and leaned forward for what you assumed was a kiss. So you pursed your lips the way lovers did in your beloved books and waited, flames of anticipation licking your being from the inside slowly.

Although your older sisters had already gushed over mermen in front of you and told you how kissing could make one’s lips feel as though they had been touched by a jellyfish - if you kissed someone for too long, that was -, the intensity of the prince’s kiss still took you by surprise. It was suffocating in the way your brain forgot to remind you that you should have breathed through your nose; messy with his tongue coating your pink flesh with saliva; and mind-shattering when you felt his fingers sneaking around your neck.

You furrowed your brows in confusion when he pulled away, but his hands remained on your throat. He was smiling down at you and you tried to reciprocate the gesture, but the grin he shot at you was unsettling.

“Kill him! You have to kill him! Kill him!”

Yangyang’s voice filled your senses, confusing you even more. Meanwhile, the prince’s hand squeezed your windpipes and one of his knees put a light pressure on your chest.

‘It’s okay. It won’t take too long,’ he taunted you, his chuckle making you sick.

A part of you tried to convince you that this was a sick joke, a nightmare, but the voices said otherwise and for the first time, they sounded less mocking and more desperate to make you see the monster behind the charming facade.

You dug your nails into Prince Chenle’s arms, but he didn’t budge, so you quickly moved on to his face until your body still had the energy to fight. You scratched his cheeks, pushed his head to the right, and went for his eyes. But the more determined you became to survive, the more amused his laughter sounded.

‘You signed your father’s death. How does it feel? To know that he will die because of you?’ He asked before he leaned down to press a kiss in the corner of your mouth.

You bit into his lip and kept pulling on it with your teeth so harshly, you could feel the iron taste of his blood in your mouth. He pressed his knee against your lungs harder.

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”

You didn’t understand what was happening. You didn’t understand his reasons and the sudden change in his behavior, but you knew you wanted your father to be safe. You tried to kick him with your legs, push him off yourself with your arms, but he was too strong. Your head started to hurt from suffocation while your vision was already a bit blurry. The voices were screaming at you, scolding you for being so weak, but you couldn’t kill him. Heartbroken, you wanted nothing more than to swim back to your father and beg for his forgiveness. You wanted to see Yangyang and Kun.

Although you were certain that you were still on the shore, it felt like your lungs were getting filled with water. You furrowed your brows, eyes wide in horror. Prince Chenle’s hands weren’t around your neck anymore. They were pointed at you, fingers curled.

You coughed up water. It was salty on the tip of your tongue.

‘I should thank you I guess. Without you, I might have never gotten my happy ending,’ he mocked you, reciting the words you had told the sea witch when she had asked you about your heart’s desire. ‘It’s all thanks to you, love.’

When he balled his fists, your coughs became more aggressive. The water burned your lungs and your tears ran down on your cheeks.

Your death tasted like home.

the end.

#chenle x you #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #chenle x reader #halloween stories #royalty au #greek gods au #the little mermaid #fluff #horror #ssbyme #nct scenarios #nct dream #chenle

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hwxnghyynjin · 2 years

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Deal With The Devil

Pairing: grim reaper!jaemin x reader Genre: horror, angst, suggestive, slight fluff Warnings: character death, mentions of a car accident, mentions of food, smoking, alcohol consumption, swearing, implied sex, mentions of vomiting Words: 2,111

It’s been 6 months since the accident. 6 months since you lost your soulmate. 6 whole months of loneliness, a hole in your heart, like a piece of you left the day Jaemin passed. Your days were filled with darkness, your home didn’t feel like a home anymore. It just felt… cold. Empty. Nothing felt right anymore.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping, not wanting to get up. The other side of the bed felt cold, like it has been for the last 6 months. You just laid there, feeling numb. You debated whether to get up or not, too tired to even make a move. You decided to get up after a few minutes, grabbing everything you need to take a shower.

The warm water ran down your body, you just stood under the shower, staring at the wall in front of you. Tears started rolling down your face, mixing with the warm water. The pain you were feeling didn’t get any better, you just seemed to… deal with it. The way you dealt with it wasn’t exactly healthy though. But it helped.

You finish in the shower after about 20 minutes, wrapping a towel round you and leaving the bathroom. You dried your hair and put on some floral underwear. That pair was actually Jaemin’s favourite, he thought you looked cute in it. You grabbed a pair of sweats from your wardrobe, and one of Jaemin’s black hoodies fell out, and you just picked up, staring at it for a while, before putting it on, the hoodie reaching your midthigh. The sleeves were a bit too long but you didn’t care.

You went downstairs to the kitchen, and went straight to the fridge. You opened it, the bright light hitting you in the face. You scanned the inside before grabbing a beer, opening it and taking a swig. You closed the fridge and grabbed a protein bar, opening it and taking a bite. You finished it in a few mouthfuls, throwing the wrapper in the bin. You left the kitchen, and went into the living room, falling onto the couch. You took another swig of the beer, putting it on the table in front of you.

Your eyes focused on the cigarette packet in front of you, taking it and pulling out a cigarette. You lit it and put it in your mouth, taking a puff. You leaned your head back and blew smoke out, closing your eyes. You took another puff, accidentally breathing in too much smoke and ended up coughing. You grabbed your beer, taking a big gulp. The cold nectar ran down your throat, the taste of heaven hitting you.

You were halfway through your cigarette and went to put your beer can down on the table, but you accidentally knocked it, beer dripping onto the floor. “Shit”, you panicked and put the cigarette in the ashtray, grabbing the can and putting it on the table. You grabbed a cloth and cleaned up the mess, rubbing the cloth on the now beer stained floor. You sighed out of frustration, sitting back on the couch.

While you were groaning out of frustration, Jaemin looked down on you from above. He made a deal with the devil, as the devil took a liking to him, and turned him into a grim reaper. He really missed you and couldn’t wait to see you again. “She really misses you, doesn’t she?”, the devil said, who goes by the name of Johnny. Jaemin just looked at you, seeing the pain you were in. He sighed and turned around, walking away. He couldn’t wait to be reunited with you, his soulmate.

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You thought it’d be best to visit Jaemin’s grave so you put on your scuffed sneakers, grabbed your keys and left the house, locking the door before going to your car.

You bought some flowers from a little shop, getting some roses. You arrived at his grave, kneeling down. You stared at his grave, his name engraved on the stone. “Jaemin, I miss you. I-i can’t do this. Come back to me, goddammit. I need you. It hurts too much. This hole in my heart, it fucking hurts me. Why did you have to leave me on that stupid night, huh? Why did you have to leave me alone? If only I was more careful, you’d still be here”, you cried, thinking back to the night your love was taken away from you.

You were driving along an empty road, the both of you laughing. You were the one driving, speeding along the twisty roads. You didn’t realise how fast you were going, Jaemin yelling at you to watch out, before another car came into view and you collided with it, your car crashing over the barriers, tumbling down the side of the cliff. You’re surprised you even survived the crash. You kept thinking that it should have been you that went, not Jaemin.

The car hit a tree with such a force, the front of the car crushed. Jaemin died on impact, his body thrown through the window. You kept telling him to put on his seatbelt, but he didn't listen. He was always reckless, and loved living on the edge. You were both that couple that everyone was jealous of, but at the same time, didn’t want to mess with. Now with him gone, you didn’t do the things you enjoyed doing. Going out drinking with your friends, doing karaoke, everything just seemed pointless to you.

You placed the roses on his grave, wiping your tears. The sky now an orange colour, you thought it’d be best to go home, not wanting to stay out too late. Whenever you went somewhere, you always made sure you were back home before it got dark. You don’t know why you did that, you just did.

You got in the car and drove off. Rain suddenly started falling from the sky, raindrops bouncing off the car. The rain was so heavy, you could hardly see in front of you. The car starts skidding from side to side, the road slippy due to the rain. You tried to take control of it, not wanting to crash. The rain started getting heavier, making it even harder for you to see. A storm started brewing up, lighting flashing in the sky. A crash of lighting hit a telephone pole, causing it to fall. You swerved out the way, trying not to hit it. As you were swerving, you didn’t see another car swerving in the other direction, the both of your cars colliding. The telephone pole landed on top of your car, crushing your legs. You screamed in agony, your body in so much pain.

You felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness, sirens ringing in your ears. You wanted to hang on to life, but at the same time, you didn’t. You wanted to die, wanting your pain and suffering to end. All of a sudden, your car caught on fire, killing you instantly.

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You opened your eyes and you didn’t recognise where you were. You were surrounded by darkness, until the darkness disappeared. You were soon met with a house, roses filling the front garden, a black fence in front of it. You felt yourself being drawn to the house, your feet moving on their own accord. You walked up the steps, peaking through the window. As you looked in the window, you saw your reflection. Your black hair reaching just above your shoulders, your clothes all black. What shocked you, though, were your eyes: they weren’t your usual eye colour, but they were black. Your entire eye.

The sound of a voice got your attention, the familiar sound ringing in your ears. You turned around, and saw the person you missed so much: Jaemin. He was wearing all black, a black hood covering his head. You smiled widely and ran towards him. You crashed into him, hugging him tightly.

“Jaemin, oh my god, I missed you so much”, you cried into him, Jaemin stroking your back. “I’m here now, baby”, he said softly. You pulled away and confusion soon painted your face. “Wait, where am I?”, you asked, Jaemin chuckling. “Welcome to the afterlife. Oh, and if you’re wondering why your eyes are black, you’re a demon. I don’t know why you’re a demon, you should have been an angel. Guess we all can’t get what we want. A demon and a grim reaper together? That’s sexy”, Jaemin said, and his words rang in your ear. The afterlife. Demon. Grim reaper. This is all new to you. But you’re reunited with Jaemin so you don’t care.

“Oh, and this is my house. Well, our house now”, Jaemin smiled, and grabbed your hand, leading you up the stairs and into the house. You stepped inside the house and you were in awe. The different shades of grey painting the walls, expensive decor all over the house. Everything just seemed…. perfect. You smiled, just happy to be back with Jaemin.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, Jaemin placing his head on your shoulder. “Guess this is our new life now”, you said with a sigh. Not a sad one, but a happy sigh. You turned around in Jaemin’s arms and looked at him for a moment. His hood was now down and his blonde hair was replaced with jet black, his hair a bit longer. Your hand held his cheek, your thumb rubbing across it. You brought him in for a kiss, your lips moulding together.

The kiss started off soft and gentle, until Jaemin deepened it. He held the back of your thighs, lifting you up, and your back was soon against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, Jaemin grinding himself into you. His lips trailed kisses down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. You moaned at the feeling, rolling your eyes back. Jaemin grabbed your ass, giving it a squeeze, nipping along your jaw.

He brought you to his- now your shared- bedroom, and laid you down on the bed. He hovered over you, lifting your shirt up, kissing your stomach. He held your hips gently, sucking on a sensitive area on your stomach. You moaned softly, arching your back.

The both of you were soon naked, Jaemin thrusting in and out of you, his face buried in your neck. Your hands gripped his back, your nails digging into the skin, leaving marks. The night was filled with pleasure, your skin all warm and sweaty. Noises of arousal left both of you, Jaemin soon filling you up. Jaemin got off you, bringing you into him and kissing your head, the both of you falling into dreamland.

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It’s been a few weeks since you were reunited with Jaemin and everything seemed perfect. But it was soon about to become even more perfect.

You woke up early in the morning, feeling a sickly feeling in the pit of your stomach. You ran to the bathroom, suddenly puking your guts up. The sound of you retching woke Jaemin up, and he ran into the bathroom, kneeling behind you, moving your hair out of the way. He rubbed your back while your head was in the toilet, tears falling from your eyes.

You finished puking and brushed your teeth, trying to get rid of the taste in your mouth. “You ok, darling?”, Jaemin asked once you wiped your mouth, wiping away the toothpaste from the corner of your mouth. “I’m ok”, you said, but Jaemin wasn’t convinced. “You sure? You literally puked your guts up”, he said and you hesitated whether to tell him or not. You took a pregnancy test about two days ago and you were waiting for the right time to tell Jaemin, and you guess it’s that time now.

“You might want to sit down first”, you said and Jaemin sat on the toilet seat. “Remember when we got reunited and we made love?”, you asked and Jaemin smirked. “Of course I do, you were moaning in my ear to keep going”, he teased and you lightly hit his bare chest, making him laugh.

“Well…. I took a pregnancy test two days ago. And it was positive”, you said, waiting for Jaemin’s reaction. A huge smile formed on his face, jumping up and hugging you. “Does this mean we’re going to be parents?”, he said and you nodded, a smile now on your face. He pulled away and kissed you, pulling you close to him.

“Wait, since I’m a grim reaper and you’re a demon, does that mean we’ll have hybrid babies?”

#jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #jaemin horror #jaemin angst #jaemin au #jaemin x reader #jaemin #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream angst #nct dream horror #nct dream au #nct dream x reader #nct dream

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neotaeil · 2 years

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The monster under my bed-Jeno FF, ft. Nct Dream

Monster AU, Horror(kinda), Yandere, a little bit of ChenleXreader, suggestive, fluff(if you squint), Fem readerXJeno

Part two here

(This is my first time writing so please bare with me)

“Mom please,” Little Y/n wept to her mother “There’s a monster under my bed—he’s gonna get me”

Her mother towered over her, shaking her head in disappointment. “What have I told you! tsk there is no such thing as monsters Y/n, you’re going to be 10 tomorrow, so stop with this imagination you have because that’s what’s gonna get you into trouble one day” The woman shut her door leaving the girl in the dark.

As the little girl crept back to her room, she could feel eyes on her, sending chills down her spine. Y/n murmured little prayers under her breath hoping that god could protect her from what lurks in the dark.

She turns the knob of her bedroom door, praying he isn’t there, the one that causes her hell. She clutches her emotional support teddy bear and blanket and throws open the door only to be met with an eye.

The poor girl is thrown back overwhelmed, and falls to the ground dropping her bear. She throws the blanket over her head repeatedly saying. “If I can’t him, he can’t see me”

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The girl woke up in a cold sweat from her nightmare, the same memory over and over again.

‘Why can’t these nightmares just stop’ Y/n groaned, she knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her—or that’s what she told herself to keep her insanity at bay.

Y/n got ready for college and left. She pulls out her phone and calls Chenle, her friend since the 7th grade. Those two were like two pea’s in a pod. Some people even thought they were dating because of how close they were.

1st person point of view

“Hey idiot” I hear on the other side of the phone.

“Sup Chenle” You say mockingly, throwing your bag in the car as if it were a dead body.

“Dude what are you carrying,” Chenle laughs “it sounds like you’re carrying a dead body”

“It’s gonna be yours if you keep making those corny jokes of yours” I retort, feeling like I won.

“You love me too much to kill me Y/n” Chenle says in a low voice.

“Huh? What was that-“ Chenle cuts you off, “nothing my dear friend”

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The bell rung and it was time for lunch, I grabbed my bags and was about to leave when I ran into something hard.

“Ouch- Oh my god I’m so sorry” I looked up and noticed coffee spilt all over his jacket, which looked liked it was from a very expensive brand. I grabbed a tissue from the professors desk and tried to wipe it off when a large muscular hand stopped me.

“It’s fine, I’m Jeno and you are?” He chuckled, taking off his jacket to reveal a well built body.

I looked up to his face just to notice he looked like him, I paused and forgot everything I was gonna say to him.

“Are you—okay?” He asked worries since I just stood there dumbfounded.

‘How could he be here?!?! No—it can’t be, maybe he just looks like him. It could just be a coincidence.’

“Huh—oh yeah sorry, my name is L/n Y/n, sorry I spaced out there” I awkwardly laughed, rubbing the nape of my neck.

“It’s fine, many people are like that when I meet them anyways” He gives me an eye smile making me melt inside.

“Since we just met, and it seems we get along pretty well, would you like to go to a party this saturday—we’ll only if you’re comfortable with it! You could also bring a friend along if you want” Jeno was easy to read, his ears were red as a tomato, but his voice was steady like he was at a job interview.

“Sure! I wouldn’t mind it at all, errr Jeno” I smiled.

“Well the party is at xxx at 9pm then, see ya there Y/n” he walked off with his stained jacket.

I then notice that he dropped something, a green necklace almost the shape of an eye except it’s iris was a long slit with a darker green oozing out.

‘Well that’s an interesting necklace design’

I run out the classroom to where he went off to just to notice the halls were empty.

“Jeno— where are you, you forgot your necklace” I wondered off further back of the college in search of him.

The hairs on my neck start to stand up and a bad feeling in my gut. To my left, in the corner of my vision, I see a light flickering in a door slightly open.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I walk towards.

“Y/n! What are you doing here” Chenle yells down the hallway making me yelp in surprise. I drop the necklace and it rings. The ringing makes my ears hurts and I drop to the ground groaning.

“Oh my god Y/n are you okay” A worried Chenle runs up to me dropping his bag.

What the heck is going on. Where is the sound coming from? It couldn’t have been the bell since Chenle didn’t react to it.

“Did—you hear that piercing ringing sound” I wince trying not to pass out.

“What ringing noise? I didn’t hear anything, all I saw was you flinching and you dropped this necklace” He licks it up and puts the necklace around my neck.

The cold metal tickles my skin and my face heats up due to Chenle and I’s proximity.

“eh—you might have a cold the way your face is flushed and so warm”

“No—no I’m just a little hot—that’s all—that’s all” I fumbled over my words trying not to embarrass myself and seem suspicious towards my dumb friend.

“Let’s get you to the nurse and see if they can help” He simpered.

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“My my my, dear, it seems like you’ve caught a fever, take plenty of rest and stop over working yourself” The nurse sighed.

“Chenle you can leave us, I need to talk to her privately for a minute.” Chenle walked off and gently shut the door behind him.

“I know you may not know—errr remember me Y/n, my names is Na Jaemin” He whispered in a low tone, and looked around as if someone was watching us, “There is someone after you, and that necklace of yours, you may not believe me but that ringing noise was him” He grimaced, saying the last word like it was venom.

“Huh—what do you mean? This is Jenos necklace, he seems like a nice guy and he probably wouldn’t hurt a fly” I retorted.

“Pretty bold assumptions for someone you just met” Jaemin chuckled.

“Pretty bold assumptions for someone you don’t even know” I spat back at him, feeling offended that he would say such a thing about Jeno.

“sigh, how would you know about my connections with Jeno, I’ve known him for way longer than you, he isn’t the person he seems, behind that cute little eye smile you dote on so much is a monster,” Jaemin said through a tight smile, “do you remember when you were scared of a monster being under your bed? that was hi-“

I cut him off, “STOP SAYING SUCH NONSENSE ABOUT HIM, IF YOURE HIS FRIEND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO PUT DIRT ON HIS NAME”, Jaemin answered, “I never said we were friends, all I said is that I’ve known him longer than you and I know his little tricks”

Jaemin chuckled bitterly, locking the door and closing the curtains. How would Jaemin know the Jeno was a bad person? I thought he just worked here temporarily as a nurse. Maybe they were friends who ended off on a bad note and Jaemin wants to get revenge right? There is no way Jeno could be evil could he.

But, he does look like him a lot…

Maybe Jaemin was right, and I’m being ignorant.

“So tell me more about the Jeno that isn’t what he seems” I say.

TBC…..

#jeno x reader #yandere #nct dream #kpopidol #yandere!nct #yandere! idol #horror #kpop!au #nct #jeno #chenle #sub! idol

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yellowsbuttercup · 2 years

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(warnings: yandere/psycho au, mentions of blood, possible murder, restraint, let me know if i missed out on anything!)

apov.

Her feet led her to absolutely no destination in mind but she hoped she'd end up anywhere out of this hell of a mansion. She ran in a blistering speed in this endless hallway as her sweat dripped down the side of her face to leave droplets on the floor and her breath ragged. She takes a glance behind her and she saw no one, but her steps never stopped nor slowed down.

She looks down on her hands that were still restrained by the tight wraps of a thick rope. Too tight to see indents on her skin and the visible sign of her disrupted blood flow as her hands turned quite numb and paler than the rest of her.

There, a door was in sight which gave her a glimpse of hope until she had fallen over. Eyes closed as an instinct to open to her tied hands covered in glistening crimson blood. Fresh as it was to reveal a puddle of it. Heart beating rapidly, eyes widening in disgust and disbelief, suppressing a shriek to have herself still escape unannounced.

"Well, I see you've seen some evidences of my last victim. I told them to clean it up!" She gasps to herself upon hearing the voice. Left with no choice, she turns her head to attend to the owner of the voice who she despised him so much. But for him, it was a different story.

"What do you think you're doing, anyway? Escape? Oh that'd be absurd, my love!" He laughed but it soon went quiet when he calmed down. Oh but this silence, it was eerie and suffocating.

With the strength she had left, she stands up ashamed especially with how much she struggled to do so with her hands still tied up together. Her clothes were drenched in blood, the metallic scent taking over her system and it almost caused her to faint.

"Oh, stop with the bullshit Taeyong and let me go!" She cried, shoving her hands right in front of her face but he remained unfazed. Still recovering from the run she just had, her sweat drips to mix with a tear drop that fell to mix with the red puddle beneath her.

"And why would I do that?" He pouted mockingly, leaning down to her eye's level as he stepped closer, tilting his head as well for the cherry on top.

"You psycho-"

"Psycho? Oh baby, I'm no psycho." Taeyong scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He met eyes with his victim, grinning before bringing his hand up. From the past events that she had seen his hand up like that, she flinched and instantly turned the other way. Feeling a soft caress on her cheek, delicate yet there was no romance felt. Only terror. Soft yet could cut like a knife and scar her forever.

"I just...love you so much. But indeed, you do drive me crazy."

#°︎☆︎•︎𝄈︎·︎․︎·︎yebu #nct 127 imagines #nct angst #nct yandere #nct imagines #nct u imagines #nct fanfiction #nct horror #nct psycho au #lee taeyong #taeyong imagines #lee taeyong imagines #taeying imagine #taeyong blurb #taeyong timestamp #nct timestamps

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yourfriendlyqueerpeer · 1 year

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Abandoned ENDING CHOICE 2 ESCAPE OUT THE WINDOW (main part here)

Slight Huang Renjun x gn!reader

Horror AU! More focused on the horror theme than any romance aspect. Two endings

Warnings: to avoid spoilers as to if this is the good or bad ending, I will ask you to heed the same warnings as the main part of the story

Description: When Y/N rejects Na Jaemin in front of everyone, he can't handle the embarrassment which quickly turns to anger. Now he haunts Y/N because, in his mind, it should have been them who died, not him.

This is a work of fiction, I do not believe anyone in NCT would behave like this.

wc: 420

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"We need to get out of here now!" Y/N said as they moved the covers from the windows to expose them again. Y/N tried to open the window but it wouldn't budge.

Jaemin let out a laugh. "Oh by the way, I tampered with that window so you can't open it."

The sound of the ceiling about to collapse got louder and Jeno quickly grabbed a chair and smashed the window with it. However, because the window was higher up, it was hard to get out, so Jeno and Renjun helped lift Y/N to climb out. After they were safely out they waited for the others to climb out as well.

Jeno decided Renjun should get out next since enough crisis has already ruined Y/N's birthday, their husband doesn't need to be at risk too, however, before anyone else could get out, the ceiling collapsed and Y/N let out a sob before backing up further away from the house as the flame grew bigger.

As they watched in horror as the house burned, Jaemin appeared outside next to Y/N. "They're all gone. You should really go join them."

Jaemin attempted to force Y/N back through the window, but they managed to run before he could and eventually passed the property line where Jaemin's soul was stuck and he couldn't chase any further.

Y/N tried going to the police, but any way they tried to explain what happened, they weren't taken seriously. Once all the bodies were confirmed, the police ruled Y/N as the prime suspect instead. They suffered prison at the hands of Jaemin.

After the sentence was up and Y/N was released, they had nowhere to go. So they went to honor the guys at their resting place and then went back to check out the house. It had been left in the same state, just without the bodies. Y/N went inside to assess the damage.

They looked around for a bit, not even realizing the tears falling from their eyes. And then they heard an all too familiar laugh followed by a sharp pain in the back. "I decided not to hesitate this time."

Y/N fell to the floor and saw the ghost of Jaemin standing above them holding a bloodied knife. Jaemin smirked as Y/N was losing consciousness and that was the last thing they saw before they became a spirit stuck in the place of death because no one ever knew about it.

#nct #nct dream #horror #nct dream horror au #huang renjun #na jaemin #x reader

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yutafrita · 2 years

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Through the Webs- CHAPTER TWO

“And through it all, I will fearlessly love you."

Sungchan x Reader (y/n pronouns are she/her)

[Feat. all members of blackpink, ensemble of nct members]

Chapter Warnings: Bad mental health facilities, poor depictions of mental health, mild gore, psychological horror elements.

Chapter Word Count: ~6.5K

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Chapter Two

The crowded restaurant spread out over four different tables was how the group decided was best to meet. It was in an area downtown near where everyone’s day job was without any of Capsik’s higher up henchmen. They all agreed that until the plan was fully implemented, it would be best to not have everyone missing in the underground for too long, lest they attract attention. Most of their faces were moderately known to the public (thanks to them being televised once a week), which is why Sungchan had tied his hood all the way up, and watched a Rosé struggle with an orange wig and sunglasses looking through the menu.

“You get the same thing everytime,” Doyoung huffed, leaning his head against the short divider that separated their row of booths from the ones next to them. He was hardly audible over the boisterous restaurant crowd.

“Well, maybe I want something new... Anyways I’ll have a stack of pancakes,” she decided, falling back to what she always got. The waitress nodded, not looking up from her notepad before she walked away, having already taken the other two orders.

“All right, let’s hear it,” Sungchan spoke up now, not enough to draw more attention from the rowdy patrons, but enough for the two other booths next to them to grunt in agreement.

“Any new observations?” Sungchan asked.

“According to the notes, treatment this week has been more harsh than usual,” it was Renjun’s voice. Sungchan looked up and around at the restaurant, noting that all seemed clear before he knocked on the divider, allowing for Renjun to continue. “A lot of yelling and taunting. A guard even shoved one and three.”

Sungchan gulped. He was infuriated at the image of one of those horrible people laying a hand on you. You were already going through enough on the drugs you were all being forced to take and the mental torture the faux therapists conducted. Now, knowing that the guards and nurses were resorting to physical violence… Sungchan tightly gripped the salt shaker in his hand to calm down. He couldn’t see Kun, but he could imagine the irritation he felt knowing that his nephew was shoved down too.

“I was able to figure out where the bio trackers were,” Taeyong jumped in, likely earning him a rough arm punch and a small ow was heard. “I meant… the maps. The maps are located on the wrists,” he quickly corrected. Previously Sungchan had decided saying trackers in public was a bit risky, and maps was the code word they all agreed on.

“How do you know?” Doyoung asked, pausing as Sungchan looked around, and then knocked to affirm that the coast was indeed clear of anyone listening in.

“Earlier this week, three was complaining of an intense pain in his wrist. We saw a light flash on their wrist before that camera cut out. It goes with the information I gathered months ago,” Taeyong sounded proud, and although Sungchan struggled a bit to hear his brother, the point was clear- it was time.

“So, is phase three ready to be executed?” Lisa asked, her voice louder than everyone else's, which earned a few glances from nearby patrons. Sungchan knocked twice, and a hush fell as each booth pretended to speak amongst themselves for a few minutes to help dissipate any additional attention.

During the pause and the random nods he gave to Doyoung and Rosé, he mulled over the current conditions. Kun has had getaway vehicles prepared for months, Lisa and Jennie had organized the proper equipment a few weeks back, Renjun and Taeyong had managed to collect all necessary data and technology. Phase two, albeit a hefty phase, was indeed completed.

“Commence phase three,” Sungchan announced, earning small sounds of glee.

“When do you execute your part?” Kun asked, and Sungchan could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Sungchan winced.

“The next time they allow us in.”

“God knows when that’ll be,” Rosé huffed, drawing lines with her finger on the table. A pause again as Sungchan looked around, again sending one knock on the divider.

“According to my observations, it’ll be soon,” Taeyong comforted.

“So everyone else’s duties commence a week from when I execute my task,” Sungchan confirmed. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, when are we getting running water back?” Jennie’s question was pointed at Yangyang, whom Sungchan saw from the corner of his eye scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Sorry about the wait, I just got what we needed. It’ll be fixed by the end of the week,” Yangyang promised. Yangyang was pretty handy with a wide array of things, but being able to gather items and sneak them into the underground sometimes made it difficult for the group’s repair man to do his job, especially when they’d have to wait on the group’s smuggler, Renjun, to collect certain items.

“Perfect,” Jennie seemed satisfied with this answer, and after another pause, Sungchan knocked three times, adjourning the meeting of the week just as the waitresses returned with everyone's orders.

Sungchan was more nervous than he’d let anyone know, especially considering the stakes weighing down on him. He glanced up at the corner TV in the bar, the one playing the livestream of you all in the asylum. The former mafia leader turned mayor-by-force was smart: not killing you all, but rather keeping you all alive to be psychologically tortured for the city to see, did a good job of murdering the spirit of most people.

Most people, that was.

Sungchan always said he’d pay you back for saving his life somehow, and this plan would certainly help fulfill his debt.

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This had been a particularly painful week.

In the morning, the nurses were a bit more aggressive giving you your medications. In group therapy sessions, the doctors took to painfully articulating each of your diagnoses on repeat and seeming to want to assure that you all felt horrible about yourselves. They took away your copy of Transformers 3, leaving you only with Italian Lion King. It was individual therapy that was the worst, each session forcing you to sob under your bed afterwards.

So, seeing Sungchan at the end of that week, carried a particularly special weight to it.

That week, visits were oddly scarce. They were never quite organized or planned to begin with, but usually before Sunday cleanups, you’d see Sungchan at least twice. Yet, it had been several excruciating days, and none of you were getting any of your visits- completely throwing off Jisoo’s guesses in the process.

Finally, you were properly handcuffed and sitting in the visiting room, your leg bouncing in anticipation. Taeil and Jaemin were in the room too, also trying to contain their excitement as you all waited on that red light to glow.

Taeil in particular was pleased, as he was allowed a white board to communicate only during his weekly visits, and as you waited, you watched as he began scribbling down whatever it was he seemed to be holding in his head.

The light glowed red then, a buzz filling the room as the door opened. The first one you recognized as Taeil’s visitor. It was tough sometimes to speak with Taeil, but whenever you could get him to communicate in some way, asking who his visitors were didn��t top your list usually. After that, in walked Jaemin’s uncle, earning a small cheer from Jaemin.

There was a pause, and you started to fiddle with your fingers as your chest swelled with nerves. What if the guards brought you in by mistake? It could very well happen. The door started closing, and you felt your eyes well with tears. That was, until a hand reached forward, stopping the door and entering the visitor room with the brightest smile and the scarf you made him.

“Hi, sorry I had to tie my shoelaces,” Sungchan lifted his foot once he approached the table, showing the hastily knotted shoe.

“I’m just glad to see you,” a smile you hadn’t felt in over a week graced your face as you watched him sit down. He had on a bulky coat along with the scarf, his cheeks and hands a soft red as they were chapped with the cold. “Have you been busy?”

He seemed taken aback by your direct question. He stuttered, glancing behind you as he formed his answer, “There was a storm during the week. I would have come here sooner if not for that, I promise.”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just glad to see you’re okay,” you had to stop yourself from reaching forward to hold his hands. You wanted to reassure him as much as possible, but you knew that the guard would likely remove you if you did.

“You know that I care about you, right? That you’re my priority?” his eyes widened, and you felt his leg rapidly fidget under the table, his knees knocking the bottom every second.

“I… I guess?” you didn’t know how to respond. It was an odd feeling. On the one hand, you were absolutely elated to hear that he thought of you as a priority beyond just visiting you throughout the week, but on the other, the way he said it felt as if it carried a different weight to it. One you didn’t quite understand.

Sungchan bit his lip, looking down at his own interlocked fingers before he spoke again, “the weather has been tough.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, completely perplexed by his weird tone change and overall demeanor. He glanced again at the guard before looking back at you, an urgency in his eyes you couldn’t decipher.

“How tough has the weather been?” you asked, trying to see if he could elaborate.

“Very tough. I had to scrape the snow out of the driveway today, usually you’d do that since you’re much stronger than me,” he stared at you blankly. Your face dropped.

“We lived together?”

“That’s normal for fiancés these days I think, at least in this economy,” he wasn’t looking at you, but instead staring directly at the guard behind you. You were reeling now, seeing as different visions began to pop up all around the visitors room- all of you and Sungchan interacting over what seemed like different times in your lives. A sharp pain rang in your head and you reached a hand up to one of your temples in an attempt to soothe the ache.

“We’re engaged?” you whispered, trying to ignore the throbbing in your head and the figures around that tried to gain your attention. You were determined to focus on Sungchan.

“Yes,” he then reached forward, grabbing both of your hands in his.

“Sir you are to not remind the patients of their memories as it will harm their healing. You need to leave,” a guard now stood next to you, reaching towards the baton on his hip.

“N-No!” you shouted, standing up despite the shaking in your knees.

Yank. Guided by the tug on your hands, your body lurched forward and before you could stop yourself, Sungchan steadied you as your lips crashed into his. Despite the shouts occurring all around you, and the fact that you were torn off each other moments afterwards- there were two notable things about that kiss.

One- it was a huge burst of love and joy you hadn’t felt since you had entered the hospital. For a moment, you felt complete. The second, was the fact that there was now a small weight in the pocket of your robe, and as Sungchan was dragged away, you saw the smirk on his lips as your hands stayed in your pockets.

The guards didn’t let you join therapy the rest of the evening, and forced you to stay in your room, walking you to and from the restroom along with directly delivering you your dinner.

“Can I talk to y/n?” you heard Jisoo’s voice, despite not being able to see her past the shoulders of the guard.

“Curfews soon,” the guard replied blankly.

“It’ll just be a minute,” she pleaded. You watched the guard intently, and he moved to the side to allow her in. She ran past, jumping to join you on your bed and embrace you.

“Can’t… breathe,” you huffed out. She released you from the hug, but kept her hands firmly on your shoulders as she analyzed your face.

“Do you know if he’ll be allowed to visit?” she was getting directly to the point it seemed, and she made haste to your own worries. You pressed your lips together tightly, trying to stifle the tears that you had been holding back. Jisoo sighed, and wrapped you in another hug. “When one of my siblings visits, I’ll ask them if one can visit you too. So you can always have someone to talk to.”

“That’s so sweet,” it was all you could get out, your throat closing as you held back your tears. Still hugging you, she pressed her cheek against your own.

“I’ll have them talk to him for you, so you can speak somehow,” she whispered this, her own voice so low it was hard for you to hear. Once this sunk in, the tears you were holding back began to slip out one by one, and you squeezed Jisoo tightly.

Jisoo left shortly thereafter, and once curfew began, you were left in your room alone. The dim moonlight from your window offered little in terms of lighting, especially after you crawled underneath your bed with your comforter.

It was awkward to say the least, but you tucked the comforter around the exposed parts of the underside to mostly block out what the cameras could see, leaving a sliver open for just enough moonlight to hit you. Quietly and carefully, you let your finger slip into your pocket, and you gently lifted whatever it was Sungchan had fought to slip to you. Your hand met paper, and you lifted an envelope to your eyes.

In soft, small handwriting on the front was your name. You could stare at this alone for hours, the small letters in the soft lighting making your stomach fill with butterflies. Quietly and slowly, you tucked your nail under the corner of the envelope, and at a snail’s pace you opened the envelope.

Each small tear in the paper made your heart well in fear. You feared the consequences of being caught, so you made sure to open it quietly despite how badly you wanted to rip it open.

Finally, the envelope was opened. After slowly removing the sheets of paper from the envelope, you readjusted yourself carefully to allow the sliver of moonlight hit the portions you needed it to.

Y/N,

I’m sorry I kissed you like that, we figured it would be the only distraction we could utilize to help get this your way. There’s so many things to say, but there’s only so much time. I guess I’ll start with what’s most important.

This is not a mental asylum, a rehabilitation center, or any of that. The nurses and guards are not there to keep you safe and get better- they are there to control you and make you all miserable. The visions your therapist tells you are just figments of your imaginations? They’re all your memories seeping through. I know it sounds insane, but you have to trust me. We’re going to get you all out of there- I’m going to get you out of there.

I can’t stand walking in to see them slowly suck the life out of you. The bed’s lonely without you. I promise, next time we kiss, it’ll be different.

So, there’s a few things on the inside you’ll need to do. We’re not entirely sure of the ramifications, but it needs to be done. You have a week- I know you can do this.

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You thought the first part was likely the most difficult. Every morning you’d all line up for your medication, and you’d have to wait a few minutes before grabbing your designated medication cup to then drink it, and then, by force, have a nurse check your mouth to make sure you swallowed them all.

Waiting at your door, you said good morning to your fellow patients, trying to keep a neutral tone. Your eyes searching, you followed behind Taeil, keeping closer to him than normal as you all started through the shared living space towards the medical hallway.

“Pretend you have a severe limp and stop moving at the couch or else,” you threatened, your voice so low only he could hear it as you brushed elbows with him. He turned to look at you in surprise before you shot him a glare. He stuttered in his steps before you kept walking ahead, hearing his steps grow heavy as he heavily limped, stopping on the couch.

“Hey, what’s wrong with him?” the guard asked you, not even bothering with Taeil. You shrugged your shoulders, in response, keeping your cool despite your racing heart.

“I’ll ask the nurse to bring him his medication here,” you offered, following now behind Jisoo and past the guard who simply nodded in response.

The hallway outside of the shared space contained the rest of your world. The table where you’d grab your medications, all of the rooms where you’d have your therapies, and the visitors room at the end.

Casually waiting, you slowly moved forward until it was your turn. “Taeil’s limping a bit it seems, I can bring him his medication and have the guard at the door check us?” you asked the nurse clumsily, trying to sell that you were a broken patient and not too confident in yourself.

The nurse squinted her eyes at you before she passed you the two cups. “This one's yours,” she placed the red cup in your right hand, “and these are Taeil’s,” his were in a yellow cup. You nodded, moving quickly towards the shared room before she could make you take your own in front of her.

“Here Taeil,” you handed him the red cup. He shot you a confused look, but before he could protest, you quickly gulped down the medications meant for him, leaving him no choice but to down the ones meant for you.

Roughly, the guard by the door turned your head, checking your open mouth before checking Taeil’s. Taeil shot you a confused look.

“La…” your voice got lost then, your throat closing up in pain as your speaking abilities seemed to disappear in a moment's notice. Taeil’s eyes widened before he pointed to your throat. You nodded, earning a silent gasp from him.

“Hi Taeil, we’re going to take a look at your leg,” a nurse came out from the hall, reluctantly offering Taeil a hand. He gulped, slowly rising and leaning on the nurse as he started his way out of the shared space and down the hall.

“What’s up with him?” Ten asked you. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, you shrugged again, and hurried past him and to the TV, where your balls of cheap yarn sat.

First thing on the agenda for the day was a small group therapy session. Normally it would be you, Taeil, and Jaemin in this one, but with Taeil getting a physical exam done, it was just you Jaemin.

“How are you two feeling?” the doctor asked. You began unspooling the yarn, getting to work on another scarf.

“I’ll take the silence as you are doing well. So, Jaemin, tell me about this… buzzing sound you’ve been hearing?” you drowned out their conversation then, occasionally looking up to see figures forming behind the doctor. It was you in that skyscraper again, but this time you were looking at yourself inside the apartment, looking down at the party. Sungchan said they were your memories, but how true could this be?

“God they’re so loud,” the figure of you begrudged, leaning against the balcony in annoyance. Looking past this version of yourself, you saw a large group of people on the other rooftop, their loud music with a heavy bass filling the streets. “He’s way too close to the edge,” the other you hummed, leaning forward to observe more closely before they gasped.

A figure had seemingly leaned forward to get a better look at something, before they slipped off the roof, starting their descent down hundreds of feet. “Shit!” the other you cried, before they too leapt off the roof with an intense precision.

“Y/n!” the doctor called, the memory immediately fading from your sight as you focused on the Doctor. “Can I assume you are still seeing things that aren’t real?” they asked. Aren’t real. It was the words they used- aren’t real and aren’t there could be used interchangeably, sure, but knowing what was in the letter from Sungchan, you knew that the word choice was intentional.

You shook your head no, and forced a yawn then, even lifting your hand to rub your tired eyes.

“I guess she didn’t sleep great,” Jaemin muttered, and you nodded. The doctor squinted at you, before he sighed and returned their attention back to Jaemin.

Taeil joined you in the next group therapy session, a smile on his face despite the heavy limp he was still forcing. Without you speaking, in the next few therapy sessions Ten and Jisoo carried a majority of the conversations and discussions and you focused mainly on your finger knitting.

No more visions appeared to you until lunch time while you all sat quietly around the TV watching Italian Lion King.

Another version of you moved quickly from one end of the room to the other, a small stack of books in her hands as she stopped in front of the TV.

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the other you hissed, turning around to glare at someone who followed closely behind. It was Sungchan. In this memory, he was wearing a soccer uniform, his hair held back thanks to a sweatband while a large duffle bag hung on his shoulder.

“I know it was you who saved my life,” he tried, his voice low. The other you furrowed your eyebrows, and took a step forward to stand closer to the soccer player.

“Do I look like someone who cares enough to save your life? I don’t even know your name,” the other you countered, obviously forcing a confidence that was not there. The other Sungchan paused, analyzing your face before nodding, clearly standing his ground. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

The other you huffed, before looking around as if to inspect who else was around them. “Come with me.”

The next few days were the same- you and Taeil swapped your medications, you were unable to use your voice, and you’d occasionally catch him humming to himself when he thought no one was nearby.

On the third day, you were playing another game of checkers with Ten. He had taken to mostly talking at you rather than with you, resorting to accepting that the most you’d be able to do was nod or shake your head.

“Jaemin finally told me about what happened during your last visit,” he studied your face for a reaction. You felt an ache in your chest, but kept your face still as you moved another piece on the board, taking a few of Ten’s chips in the process.

“I can’t believe they didn’t want you knowing that he was your fiancé,” Ten whispered, placing a hand over your own sympathetically. You gulped, and moved your hand away as you got up from the table. “Everything okay?” Ten asked, watching as you moved from the table towards the yarn you had near the TV.

On the third day, after you’ve been taking Taeil’s medication, hand Ten some yarn. He’ll probably think you’re just being weird, but by the next day he’ll start making stuff on his own. At least, I hope so. If not, lend him an extra helping hand in making doodles with the yarn.

Sungchan was right in that Ten was confused as to why you were handing him the cheap yarn, but he didn’t refuse it either.

You were getting irritated by the fact that you couldn’t speak, and the doctors were being anything but pleasant about it. Sungchan said you just had to switch the medication for a week, but not being able to speak to help with your other tasks was proving to be difficult.

Jaemin and Jisoo were called to speak with their visitors (Jisoo had shot you a sympathetic look). Instead of watching Taeil and Ten play checkers, you dipped into the hallway that held all of your rooms and shared restrooms.

Pace the hall ten times, slowly.

Following the first instruction, you stared down at your own feet as you walked up and down the small hallway, hands shoved into the pockets of your robe.

Enter Jisoo’s room, and stand by the window. Count to thirty.

Jisoo was much tidier than you. Her bed was made with care- much less sloppy than your own. You didn’t pay it too much attention, and stared out of the never ending abyss that was the grassy knoll that held you all.

Enter each room, slowly lowering your robe, and look either at the window or the wall for thirty second each.

Most of the time, you all would wear your robes over your white PJs simply because it was comfortable. You were a little annoyed, but you followed this step, until you approached Jaemin’s room, your fingers trembled at this last step.

Quickly, you dropped your robe on the floor of his door, and grabbed the spare one he had hanging up. Putting his on seamlessly and kicking yours under where his original hung, you moved towards the window to stare out, your heart pounding. His robe felt different. The lining was of a rubber material rather than the fabric in yours, but because it matched the white robe, the only way to even notice the difference was to wear it and feel the texture.

You felt bad that night at dinner. You spilled your juice on Jaemin and could only mouth an apology at him, having to also hide your smirk as he rushed to his room to change out the robe he was wearing to the spare one he had hanging up.

“This one feels weird,” he grumbled once he sat back down, shooting you another glare.

On the seventh day was your final task. When you had first read it and had a voice, it seemed fairly simple. Tell the other four to not fall asleep. Easy. Except now, you had lost your voice and couldn’t easily whisper to your fellow companions. Racking your brain the whole week, you knew you had to get creative, and there was only one thing you could think of to try and convey your message.

It was silly, and a bit of a reach, but it was all you could think of as you paused the Italian Lion King you were all watching.

“Hey!” Ten called, reaching to take the remote back from you. You got up from between Jisoo and Jaemin, moving to gesture towards the TV.

“He’s singing the Lion sleeps tonight,” Jaemin stated the obvious. You nodded, beginning to force a gesture of a shaking head and also one to indicate sleeping.

“Oh, I think she’s trying to talk,” Jisoo stated what you thought was obvious, earning an ‘oh’ from everyone else. You rolled your eyes, and started pointing to the TV again to try and bring them back with what you started with me.

“No lion king tonight?” Jaemin tried. You shook your head furiously, playing the video back a few seconds and pausing on the word ‘sleep.’

“No sleeping lion tonight?” Jisoo was squinting, as if doing so would help. You shook your head, fast forwarding and pausing on a portion of the film with a lion on it, drawing an X with your finger over them.

“Sleeping lions bad?” Jaemin tried again. You smacked your forehead in frustration, about to give up, until Ten spoke up.

“No sleep tonight. Why?” Ten kept his voice low so anyone on the other side of the doors couldn’t hear. You were surprised for a moment, before you placed a hand over your heart, trying desperately to express sincerity. “I’ll trust you. Fine,” Ten nodded, before turning to everyone else who slowly nodded in agreement.

A few minutes afterwards, when you had all grown comfortable in silence, the door from the main hallway opened, and several guards shuffled in. You watched as they all entered your room. Panicked, you stood up, opening your mouth to speak until a nurse stepped from the hallway to stop you.

“It has been brought to our attention that you have been misusing your bed frame,” she spoke to you as if she rehearsed this. You were confused, until you saw a group of guards carrying away the platform that lifted your bed, and had allowed you to hide underneath it. “Until you can learn to behave and properly speak again with your doctors, your bed will be on the floor.”

“She isn’t an animal,” Jisoo spoke for you, getting up from the couch and placing a hand on your shaking shoulder.

“Humans don’t need to be locked up like you all do, so in a way, you all are closer to animals,” the nurse clicked her tongue. She walked out behind the guards, looking up in a corner before she left. You followed her initial gaze, and as you suspected, she sent a look into the camera as if she was putting on a show.

You gulped, and walked quickly to your room, seeing your bed now sitting sadly on the floor. The safe place you once had, was now gone.

Aggressively, you yanked the bed and moved it from the corner, jumping back on top to check the corner of the floor. It was gone- the stupid earring back was gone. Your shaking fingers then moved from the corner of the floor to press themselves against the corner of the comforter, a familiar crinkle sounding through the inside that calmed you. They didn’t find Sungchan’s letter.That night, after you memorized it, you tore open your comforter enough to slide the envelope inside, and made sure to make your bed in a way that wouldn’t bring attention to the prefieration.

“We haven’t eaten yet!” you heard a shout from the living space and quickly got off the floor, kicking the bed back into the corner.

“Shut up and get back to your room,” an unfamiliar voice chastised. You peeked your head out to see the guards forcing everyone else off the couch, having to watch as they were all slowly forced into their rooms. They all passed you slowly, all exhibiting an equally confused look as they entered their rooms, standing by the doorway to take in a last look at the other.

“Lights out is early today,” the guard closest to you called. Jaemin stood at the doorway in front of yours, his fingers picking at the lining of his robe. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you motherfuckers,” he spat, hitting a control in his hand that shut all of your doors, allowing you to only see a Jaemin’s window from your own.

You could hear hands pounding on doors in anger, but it was no use- the small amount of hours you had to interact were cut short for the day, and you likely wouldn’t even be getting dinner on top of that.

Jaemin seemed to sigh, staring down before he shot you a wave only to disappear from your line of vision. He was likely choosing to wait out the night in a more comfortable corner, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Instead, you angled yourself to where you could see a part of Ten’s window, seeing that he was mouthing words to Jisoo- whose room was situated in front of him and next to yours.

You watched him standing at his door for a while, moving back occasionally to check-in on Jaemin, until Ten decided that he too would just sit and wait out the night. Leaving you with not much else to do, you sat on the floor in front of the window, watching the sunset on the grassy knoll outside.

Wait.

Last week, when Sungchan visited, he was in full winter attire- same thing for the other people visiting. Yet, as you looked back out through this window and thought back of the small views you were allotted- it was never changing. Grassy, green, plush, cloudless. You pressed a hand to the glass, testing to see if you would feel any outside temperature, and was instead met with the cold of glass.

You shook your head, choking on your self-inflicted silence as you began pressing your hand all over the window, trying to feel for anything that could indicate that you were wrong. Lips quivering, you gently knocked on the glass, and a small echo rang out, an echo that wouldn’t be possible if you were looking out at an empty plain. Fuck.

Hands trembling, you brought them back down, crawling into your bed and under your covers. You hated the cameras to begin with- but having the full confirmation that you indeed were not in a hospital, made them feel ten times worse. Who was watching you all? Why would they do this?

“I can’t believe you told the jock,” a voice spoke, distracting you from the tears that streamed down your face. You removed the covers from your face and stared at the figures your brain decided to make now. It was you, Jaemin, and Jisoo all sitting around a small table. The other you sighed, rubbing her temples out of frustration.

“I didn’t tell him, he figured it out,” the other you countered.

“Did you tell him about us?” Jisoo asked, her voice much less judgemental than Jaemin was, and you shook your head no in response. “Then I don’t see any harm.”

“Her identity being compromised threatens all of ours!” Taeil entered the frame, his voice surprising you as you watched the vision unfold.

“Taeil, bring it down a notch. He may be a jock, but I don’t think he has loose lips,” Ten entered the frame as well.

“If anything happens… I’ll take care of it,” the other you announced, standing up from the table with a stern look. “He won’t talk.” Everyone was silent then, either looking at each other for approval or, like Jisoo, simply staring down at their own hands.

“So it’s settled, Sungchan’s your responsibility. Onto other matters…” Ten’s voice faded out then as the vision- or rather, memory- faded from you, leaving you alone again in your small room.

Once the sky had fallen asleep, you could hear occasional knocks from the other doors, sometimes hitting your door yourself to let everyone know that you too were awake. You wished you could tell what time it was, but all you had to go off of was the fake moon shining a bit of light on you.

Bored, you were standing by your door, head leaning on the frame as you stared at the camera to the right, the stupid red light above it taunting you. You glared at the light for what felt like forever. You wanted the person watching to feel a sliver of the discomfort you did.

Then, the red light went out. You blinked quickly. Was it a trick of the eye? You moved from your spot on the door, turning to look at the other cameras to see that their red lights flickered out as well.

A sharp pain began to swell from your wrist, and you tensed your jaw to fight the urge to groan in pain. While you held your pain back, there were groans from the other rooms, having to be loud enough for you to hear them within your own walls. Holding your wrist tightly, you looked out in the hall to see Jaemin leaning against his door, holding his wrist up as he winced, checking who else was feeling the pain.

Letting go of your wrist and grimacing, you hit your fist once on the door. There was a silence before another loud round of two knocks rang- Taeil. Silence, and then, three loud knocks rang, Jaemin wincing as he slammed the door. Silence rang again, and you angled yourself to see Ten hitting his own door, loudly, four times straight. Jisoo didn’t let silence fall again for long as she seemed to kick her door five times straight, a sound of agony ringing shortly thereafter.

So, you were all awake, and feeling seemingly varying levels of pain, great.

Then everything was drowned in pitch black. You whirled around, realizing that the little moonlight you had was gone, leaving a black abyss in its wake. Feeling the door, you tried to look out of the small window and you realized there wasn’t any bit of light anywhere. Your breathing began picking up in fear.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as your ears began to pick up on the sounds of hands pressing against a glass. You turned around, pressing your back to the door as you listened to the sound coming from the other end of your room. Creak. Creak. Creak.

You gulped, still gripping your wrist in pain as all you could do was stand and listen.

Creaaaaaaak. Crash!

You yelped, falling to the floor in a panic as the sound of a body colliding with the floor made the room shake. You panicked, pressing your knees tightly to your chest as your body shook with fear.

“I said tuck and roll, not just tuck,” a familiar voice chastised, followed by another set of small stomps on the floor. You so desperately wished you could speak, but all you could do was sit in the darkness and try and decipher the strangers that crashed into your room. One set of steps moved closer to you, and your breathing hitched as you felt someone kneel and stand directly in front of you.

“It’s me, you’re going to be okay,” they whispered. Your hands trembled as you moved them from your sides and slowly to met the face of the person in front of you, who then in turn chuckled. “Here,” he moved your hands away then, a small silence sounding before he gently placed a set of glasses onto the bridge of your nose, clicking a button before light entered your eyes, allowing you to see in the dark.

The person in front of you… it was Sungchan. He was gently smiling as he watched the recognition appear on your face through his own night vision glasses. Was this even real? Leaping forward, you embraced Sungchan, forcing your face into the crook of his neck. He was warm, he smelled good, and he held you tightly- he was real. He was really here, just like how he promised he would be.

“This is sweet folks, but we have to go,” the second person chastised, moving from their place on the floor towards where you two sat in front of the door. Sungchan let go of you. He still knelt beside you, now holding your wrist still.

“Y/n, the pain on your wrist? It’s a chip, and if we are going to get you out of here, we’re going to have to get it out. Do you trust me?” Sungchan asked, pleading as you saw the other man digging through the utility belt on his waist. “Y/n?” Sungchan asked again.

Lip quivering, you adjusted your hand to hold Sungchan’s, looking at the other man before you nodded.

They both knelt down now, the other man bringing out a scalpel and an alcohol wipe that he used to clean up the part of your skin that was still aching.

“Hi, you don’t remember me, but I’m Doyoung- and this is going to hurt just a bit. But, please keep the noise down. We can’t attract any more attention.”

Continue? —> CHAPTER THREE

#nct fanfic #nct fic #nct angst #nct imagines #sungchan x reader #sungchan fic #sungchan x y/n #nct hero au #sungchan angst #nct reader insert #nct thriller #nct psychological horror #sungchan thriller

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smileyneos · 1 year

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Okay so I've been making progress (albeit slow) on the WayV horror story I've been working on. I'm thinking of splitting it into two or three parts but I'm not sure yet...

#just a small update #wayv x reader #kpop horror au #horror!kpop #nct horror

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neowinestainedress · 6 months

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𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: any nct member!ghostface x detective!fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: “horror”, thriller, yandere-ish, smut, halloween special, scream!au 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: in these past months your only goal is to find the killer that is terrorizing the town of Woodsboro, but when you get close to him and feel like you finally have the upper hand, Ghostface turns the game around again. Or, Ghostface wants to play with you but not like he does with his victims, and you let him. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: dark content, talks of [m*rders, sl!tting throats, v!olent stuff in general], dr*g/anaesthetic use [to make mc fall asleep but unrelated to any sexu*l act (she’s awake and willing)], mentions of [dubcon] phone s*x + masturbation, implied stalking, use of restrainers, cl!t rubbing, rough t!t/n!pple play, protected s*x turns unprotected, kn!fe play, ‘fear’ play, clothes cutting, fake sympathy, pet names used in a mocking way, degradation, rough s*x, hair pulling, spit (1), p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, possessiveness, 1 brief talk of carving, polaroids pictures, all consensual but i’ll still put a dubcon warning just to be safe (tbh it’s more like hate sex bc the mc would rip his head off but also fuck him), reader is kinda fucked up herself. | inclusivity notes: reader has hair long enough that can be pulled (no mention of texture, type and color), no mention of body type but reader is manhandled a few times and has b**bs and *ss big enough that can be cupped, no mention of skin color, no use of y/n 𝐖𝐂: 10.662k 𝐀/𝐍: this year i had vague ideas for halloween but not even a defined good one, i had some suggestions i liked but were far too complicated, and i had no energy to write them in time. but a ghostface/scream au was an idea i had in mind for some time, the original was a ghostface cosplay, but then i went with this one, and I’m happy with how it turned out. i had 2 members in mind (johnny/haechan) for the og plot, then someone suggested jeno and jisung (as a duo) but if i unmasked him the plot wouldn’t have made sense anymore, so he’s whoever you want him to be! the other ghostface is mentioned but doesn’t appear physically in the story, you can pick who you want for him too. i never wrote blankly for the male mc so let me know if it was good. please, if you like it, leave feedback through reblogs or asks! and also let me know who you imagined behind the mask 👀 enjoy and happy halloween

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄.

Your mother always told you to mind your business or else your curiosity was going to be the death of you one day.

It’s clear you never treasured her words, and your curiosity led you to be a private detective with only a few thrills in your life since now, nothing too exciting ever happened in your small town, until one day you received a phone call from the district of Woodsboro. A string of murders was terrorizing the town after years and all the evidence led to another psycho who thought it was funnier to kill people while putting on a Ghostface mask.

Months have passed since that call and you have nothing concrete. It’s like he’s only messing up with you and, in the meantime, innocent people keep dying. But you have your theories, the ones you only keep to yourself, stored away in the privacy of your diary, hidden under the pillow of your bed. Your colleagues seem decent people, but with time, you’ve learned to trust nobody.

And your secret theories led you right where you are now. In the open country, away from the small town, where a small barn grabbed your attention the first time you moved to Woodsboro.

The barn seems empty but eerie vibes surround it. The strong smell of the grass stings your nose as your black boots walk on the muddy ground, the rain of this morning still lingering in the air and in the countryside.

When you reach the perimeter, you squeeze your eyes to see inside, but the few tiny windows don’t allow you a big view. The more you walk around it to make sure it’s empty, the more the hold on your concealed carry with the gun inside tightens.

It’s late October and the cold penetrates your brown leather jacket, but the temperature is not the thing that makes you shiver.

You should’ve never followed your instinct and come here alone. You should’ve spoken to somebody else in the department, told them your theory and have some backup in this crazy plan of yours. But when your impulses take over, your smartness slips away, and you find yourself in the worst situations ever.

Like right now. You stand in front of the wooden door and find the courage to push it open. You should feel thrilled, you found him. You found the psycho that has been haunting the town for months now, messing up with you with clues and mocks that pushed you farther away from the right path. Yet, you beat him, for once it looks like you have the upper hand now that you’re walking around the empty barn away from the town. But something doesn’t feel right, your guts are telling you something but you don’t listen, you can’t walk away now that you’re so close.

There’s not much to inspect, a few pieces of furniture, a disheveled mattress in the middle of the room, and a few chairs in a corner. It almost looks like an abandoned farm if only it wasn’t for the unnerving vibes that carries with it and for two walls that call your attention. On the right, there’s a map of Woodsboro, pins linked by a red thread, connecting all the places where Ghostface hit in these past months. Your hand quickly reaches the back of your pocket to pull out your phone and snap a picture, hoping there will also be places he didn’t go, and this time you can be faster at stopping him.

What’s on the other side is worse.

“What the fuck…” you mumble under your breath as you step closer to the wall. Polaroid pictures hanging from it, Ghostface and the victims, you guess, moments before they were brutally killed. You’re not surprised, one of the gifts he would leave on the scene of the crime being Polaroids, but they didn’t make much sense. “He’s a fucking psycho,” you scoff as you take another picture.

“Surpriiise!!”

Your phone falls on the floor with a loud thud and your heart jumps in your throat when his voice breaks the deafening silence in the room, but your reflections are swift enough to make you reach for your gun and turn around, shooting.

“Boo, fail,” Ghostface laughs, hitting your wrist hard enough to make the gun fall on the floor next to your phone. “You’re really not as smart as I thought you were, don’t you know intruding on someone else’s property is illegal?” he points out, pushing your body against the wall, the sharp blade of his knife grazing the skin of your neck.

You try to keep calm, deep slow breaths as you try to don’t look scared for your life. You might die today, but you won’t give him that satisfaction.

“Don’t look so frightened, my dear. I’m quite happy to have you all to myself,” he chuckles, his hand lifts to caress your face and you struggle to avoid it, but the click of his tongue makes you stop. “I wouldn’t act too careless, it’s sharp.”

You stop moving. You are smart, and you can get yourself out of this situation. “Do you want to play a game, Ghostface?” You ask, ignoring his taunts, the irony in your voice is clear, just like it’s blatant in the slow bat of your eyelashes, but your words only make him laugh.

“Oh, that’s not how it works, detective. That’s my line. You didn’t study the script?”

You scoff, trying to take time to free yourself. “We’re switching roles. Do you want to play a game? It’s called you turn yourself in and I put you in jail.”

He snickers, and his head tilts to have a better look at your face. He’s had many people in this position before and never saw so little fear in their eyes. “Now you want to act like you don’t love the chase?”

“Fuck you, I don’t love it,” you spit out, narrowing your eyes, desperately trying to get a glimpse of anything under the mask. Another failed attempt.

He laughs darkly, so deep it hits you to the core and makes you shiver — in fear or excitement, you’ll let this decide to your better judgment. “I know you do,” he coos as his thumb covered with the black glove caresses your lips. “Enjoy the little clues I leave you around? You were interested in the pictures, I knew you loved them, that’s why you get the prettiest ones. I tell you so much, but you don’t understand me,” his voice is calm, scarily calm, and full of sarcasm filled with a sweetness that feels like a slap across your face. “I was a bit mad it took you so long to find me.”

Rage shoots up inside of you, but you instantly push it down, you can’t lose your composure. “So, what are you going to do, kill me?” Your voice drops of a tone, and your eyes turn into a teasing gaze, making him chuckle.

“Talking about death so nonchalantly with me, mmh… are you brave or dumb? Because if you ask so nicely, I just might let the knife sink in.”

You laugh lightheartedly, putting up the best performance of your life before your eyes flutter seducingly at him. “No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel,” you coo, lips in a pout and innocence in your eyes, until you hit him with a swift, strong kick between his legs, the distraction of your performance giving you time to slip to the side, causing just a bit of your skin to cut and bleed.

“Bitch,” he mutters under his breath as he kneels to the ground. You reach for your gun, but barely have time to grab it before he pushes you on the floor again. “We were having so much fun, you just have to ruin everything.��

You’re waiting for the worst when he traps you on the floor with his body on yours, but his arms don’t lift to stab you in your chest or stomach, the last thing you see before passing out is his hand lifting in the air and the sting of a needle pushing past your skin.

The white light of the room feels like staring directly at the sun when your eyes blink repeatedly as you try to come back to earth and push away the hammering of your headache. You groan hoarsely, trying to adjust to the light, but the biggest discomfort comes from your shoulders, pushed behind your back and around the chair you’re now sitting on.

“Sorry, I had to tie you up, but you’re a bit feisty today. Didn’t want you to get hurt,” Ghostface replies to your silent questions — not so silent, considering how loud you’re groaning and struggling on the chair, trying to break free. He’s standing in front of you, but a chair is right behind him so you guess he was sitting there before you woke up.

“You can’t even take one down without a fight? Need to kill me without breaking a sweat?” You taunt, eyes dark and a deep frown on your forehead.

But your teasing seems to leave him unfazed as he walks toward you with a glass in hand. “Drink.”

You scoff, staring at him. You hate that you can’t see him, not even because you want to find out who’s hiding under there, but also because you feel like you can’t confront him well enough. “You think I’m so stupid to accept a drink from a psycho?”

His head rolls back followed by an annoyed sigh as he stops right in front of you. His black boots bumping against yours. “You know that’s not how I move, no fun in killing with these shortcuts. Drink. I would never want you to pass out here,” he coos while his free hand pushes your hair out of your face. You can’t see behind the mask, but you know he has a shit-eating grin on his face. He moves the glass to your lips, but you turn to the side, he doesn’t give you a choice when he strongly grips your chin, pushing your lips open, and forces the water down your throat. “Oops, it spilled all over, you’re so messy, detective,” he snickers when water drips on your chin and shirt. As if he didn’t do it on purpose.

“Asshole,” you mutter, eyes closing into fissures while you look at him. His head tilts, “Oh, brave. I could slit your throat right now, add you to the collection.”

You chuckle darkly, shaking your head. “You won’t,” you say firmly. “You’ve never had someone quite as fun as me.”

A low laughter escapes from the mask. “So, you are at least a bit smart?” His hand places on your thigh and you try to move away, but the chair screeches on the floor, and his hold only tightens.

“Don’t play games now. Don’t fake it,” he groans, hand moving up on your blue jeans. “You enjoyed our last conversation,” he whispers, the mask close to your face, so close you can almost see his eyes behind the blackness of the two holes. “Had shivers run down your back when the phone rang in the middle of the night, haven’t you? You sat up straight in your big bed, all alone, and felt fear take over. Never answer unknown numbers. That’s what they say, that’s what you say, running around town, warning everyone about me,” he laughs deeply. “And then look at you, picking up that phone call, eager to hear my voice on the other side.”

“You’re a psycho,” you spit out, struggling against the restrainers. But once again it is an act; he is a psycho, but you are starting to fear you aren’t much different.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, I am, never denied that. But don’t act better than me. You stood right in front of that window, stripping for me, touching yourself for me, moaning for me. How fucked up that is?” He snickers. “You have fucked up fantasies, my pretty detective, but I’m not one to judge. I’d gladly help.”

You laugh quietly, trying to look confident but it comes out shaky from your throat, “If you want to help, take the mask off and show me who you are.”

“Wow, wow, darling. Not so soon, I’m not one to burn stages in a relationship. What next? Want to meet my mom?”

You inhale sharply, and spit on him, “God, you’re insane.” Your eyes snap open when he pulls out of his back the sharp knife, your breath is stuck in your throat and fear runs all over your body. And once again you regret how impulsive you are. You did well all these past years of training and then on the first real-life experiences at pushing this side of you in the cage, but it looks like it’s coming out like a beast that’s been trapped too long.

“Don’t be so scared,” he huffs, the fake sympathy in his voice should make you mad but it triggers something else inside of you, and you hate to admit that he might be right, you’re enjoying this more than you should, you’re enjoying this entire chase more than you should. It’s like a game, but it’s not when real people are dying. “I would never hurt you,” his voice is raspy, slightly muffled by the ghost mask he’s wearing, and the knife sits on your sternum. “I hope you didn’t like this shirt too much, detective.”

You don’t have time to react, the steel cuts your shirt neatly, the sound bouncing in the small room and the sharp tip brushing your skin. You shiver, gulping hard and closing your eyes, already feeling the sensation of it cutting through you, but it doesn’t happen.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head disappointingly. “You truly don’t trust me. I’m offended, and I don’t like when people offend me. Just like I don’t like when they hang up the phone while we’re playing. If people were respectful, I wouldn’t have to kill them, you know?” You stare at him with a furrow on your face, you’d like to take the mask off and see his eyes, not really to find out who’s hiding underneath that mask, but to see if his gaze is as insane as you imagine it to be.

“Let me go,” you say, the skin of your wrist bruised from the pressure you’re applying against the ropes.

“Don’t struggle too much, it turns me on,” he warns, kneeling at your level. He smiles softly and thinks it’s a pity you can’t see it, you’re just so pretty, with your beautiful face filled with different emotions and your eyes looking at him with a gaze that wants to be threatening but it’s all the opposite, almost making you look like a lost puppy.

“Why?”

“Why? It’s funny to see the victim beg for their life, it makes you feel powerful, you could show mercy, but you don’t,” the smug smile on his hidden face can be heard in his voice and you shiver at how cold he sounds, the shrug of his shoulder is just the cherry on top to his unhinged behaviour.

“So, you’re just going to keep me here?”

“No, I want to play with you. Do you want to play a game, detective?”

Your gaze falls on your thighs where his hand is placed again, the black gloves preventing it from leaving traces behind, as it slowly moves closer to your heat.

You snicker, pretending to play it cool, but your breath twitches at the contact. “’Cause if I said no you would stop?”

“Hey, I’m a killer, not a rapist,” he defends, shrugging. Yet, you still don’t reply, and he doesn’t like that. “So? I’m not so patient when I ask people if they want to play with me, so don’t test me.”

You swallow hard, swiftly looking around to see if you can pull a move on him. Damnit, it’s your chance to get him and throw him in jail but instead, you’re seriously thinking about his proposal. You fool yourself that you’re only doing this because maybe he could slip, maybe he could say something in the heat of the moment that could give you a clue, or he could leave his traces on you somehow, maybe his mask could fall, but you know you’re feeling something else. Attraction.

“I said,” he mutters, his face comes closer to yours, making you pull back, and the knife pushes flat in the hollow of your chest, “do you want to play a game, detective?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” you mutter, starting to breathe again when he pulls the knife away.

“Good, I love playing with you.” His fingers move to unbutton your jeans and then pull the zip down, you look at him attentively. “Lift your hips for me, love?”

You glare at him at the pet name but he only chuckles deeply. “What? If I’m rough with you, you get mad, if I’m sweet with you, you get mad. I can never win, can I?”

You huff, deciding it’s better to not reply and just do as he says. Your pants are quickly at your ankles and suddenly you feel even more trapped than before now that you can’t even move your legs, but his touch on your naked skin takes you away from that thought.

“Pretty panties just for me?” He coos, tilting his head to the side as he stares at your burgundy panties with the lace trim. “Were you hoping to find me here so we could finish what we started on the phone?”

“Shut up, this is not for you,” you retort, your forehead creasing with a furrow.

“And who is it for?” He asks, cupping your pussy, watching your body shiver. “Oh, no, please don’t tell me there’s a boyfriend I’m not aware of. I’d hate to kill him.”

You bite your lips and keep the contact with the mask, but words struggle to come out when his index finger starts rubbing on your clit, moving from the slit —where you can feel you’re starting to get wet— to your sensitive nub. “It’s not for you,” you repeat, trying to don’t show how much his touch is affecting you.

“Well, you want me to work so hard too, I’ll have to find out on my own if someone is playing with what’s mine,” he replays nonchalantly. “I know where to find you, maybe I’ll come visit again.”

“You talk so much for someone who wants to play so badly,” you retort, a teasing grin curling your lips.

“Sorry, I didn’t know my princess was so eager,” he replies, saccharine voice filled with mockery, before a harsh slap lands on your pussy making you jolt and whimper. “Want my fingers?”

The glare you give him would be enough to kill him; isn’t this pathetic enough? How much more does he want you to humiliate yourself?

He rolls his head back and then the knife is against your neck again. “Do we have to do this every time I ask you a question? Do you want my fingers, detective?”

“Yes,” you whisper. Your body relaxes momentarily before tensing up with excitement again, but it quickly shifts to disappointment. “What are you doing?” You ask when his covered fingers press against you again.

“Oh, you’ll get the gloves too, I’m not dumb, you know? Don’t leave fingerprints on dead bodies, won’t even leave them on yours,” his voice is smug, all the confidence of someone who didn’t make a wrong move and somehow was always ahead of you and the police department.

You hate him. You hate he’s so much better than you at this. And you hate him even more now that he has you fighting whimpers and moans.

“Are you seriously going to pretend you don’t like this while your hips are bucking up?” He taunts, clicking his tongue in a mock. “Think moaning is more pathetic than humping my fingers like a bitch in heat?”

Your mouth opens to retort but you can’t deny the evidence; your hips are rolling against his hand, chasing for more, your panties are darkening as your wetness leaks through the fabric and your chest is heaving in erratic motions.

“Look at me,” he sings, hand moving up to graze your neck, thumb pressing on your carotid, making your head snap up. “You listen so swiftly when you fear for your life. It’s funny, you know, because I truly would never hurt you.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, trying to pull away from his hold when his hand moves up to caress your jaw. The gentleness of his touch is even scarier than when he has his knife pointed against you. “Is this what turns you on? The fear in their eyes?”

His head tilts to the side, shoulders lifting in a shrug. “Partially. But not in your case, what turns me on with you it’s the chase, and the fact I always win.”

You scoff bitterly, struggling in his hold but his hand quickly grips your chin and pulls you closer. “Didn’t you see the movies? The villain always dies.”

“If the heroine is not busy getting fucked by him,” he mocks, squeezing your face harder and moving his fingers faster on your clit. Your head rolls back and so do your eyes while a chocked moan leaves your lips. “See, I doubt you will shoot me in the head if you keep moaning like this.”

You groan angrily, you’re madder at you than you are at him. You want him and it’s so wrong that you do, but there’s not even a siren ringing in your head, telling you to make this stop.

“No, shh, shh, angel, it’s fine, this will be our little secret,” he whispers to your ear, the mask rubbing against your face, and when your eyes turn to look at him, you can see small dots of blood on the white varnish. “We could play another game: one secret for you, and one secret for me. If you behave, maybe I’ll reveal myself to you, if you promise to keep it to yourself.”

Your teeth sink into your lips harder when he delivers another harsh slap on your clit before resuming his quick movements. “Just — just tell me if I know you,” you mumble. You know he will never reveal himself, but maybe you can get something more, anything to complete the missing pieces of the puzzle.

He chuckles darkly, staring at a spot behind you as he pretends to think. “Mhh, we’ve met.”

You frown and your heart jumps in your throat for a moment at the thought you’ve seen him. “Only met?”

“We talked,” he adds, finally letting go of your face, making you breathe normally again.

Your eyes widen while your brain hurts as you try to quickly connect the dots, and find out who’s hiding underneath the mask, you just have to put a face on a voice — even if distorted, but you can’t. And suddenly realization slumps on you.

“Will it — will it break my heart?”

He snickers under his breath as he looks into your sad eyes, you’re looking at him like a dog when it’s being scolded, but in this case, you’re also silently praying he’s not someone close to you. He has no idea why that would make you feel better, if you care more about Ghostface or whoever is hiding under the mask, but it doesn’t matter, and he mocks you again, mimicking you in a high-pitched voice. “Will it hurt if I was someone close to you? A colleague? A friend? A lover?”

Your breath gets faster. Will it? Would you turn him in or defend him? And you can’t stand you’re even questioning it, of course you’ll turn him in, that’s your job, but most importantly, your duty. But will you? You could be doing it now, and you’re not.

“See? It’s not as funny if you know me,” he laughs at your face, your thoughts so loud he could get a headache. “It’s not as exciting, you love the thrill of this too, more than you like to admit.”

“Fuck,” you curse when his other hand cups your covered breast, it’s a harsh tug and the leather feels weird on your skin, yet, it makes you clasp your thighs and forget what was tormenting your morals, again.

“They’re so perfect, I can’t believe you always keep them hidden under those ugly clothes,” he pouts, giving it another hard squeeze. “Sorry.”

“For what — what the fuck?” You scream when he cuts your bra with the knife, first the middle and then the straps, the matching burgundy bra falling in pieces on the bottom of the chair.

“It was getting in the way, and I don’t like things that get in my way. I cut them off,” in his voice lingers a hysterical laugh that makes you shiver, and in times like this, you’re glad you can’t see his face.

You gulp and automatically close your legs.

“Not you,” he reassures you, forcing your thighs open again with a smack, “you entertain me. And you suck at your job, so it’s clear you also don’t get in the way.”

“I’m good at my job and I will get you and put you behind bars —”

“Uh, uh,” he clicks his tongue, knife under your jaw before you can even finish the sentence, silencing you in an instant. “We were having so much fun, don’t ruin it, babe.”

You swallow and look down following the path he’s tracing with the knife, goosebumps bloom on your skin and you hold your breath when it gets closer to your neck, only releasing it when the blade sits in the hollow of your chest.

“It’s so funny how you shake like a leaf, I’m a professional,” he says, sounding almost offended. And you furrow, is he talking about the knife or his fingers? “Both, love.”

Another groan leaves your lips before he moves the crotch to the side and the cold air of the room hits your burning core. You’ve never been so ashamed your entire life, you shouldn’t be an open book to him, you shouldn’t be so malleable in his hands, it’s pathetic and humiliating.

“You’re so fucking wet. I’m quite pissed I can’t run to the police department and let them know how much I turn you on. I can already see the disappointment on their faces,” he taunts, the slick sound of his gloves against your dripping pussy burns your body in shame and excitement.

“Don’t you dare,” you spit out, but you don’t sound so menacing since your voice breaks, and a pathetically high-pitched moan rolls from your tongue right after.

“I said I’m not going to, I keep my promises,” he kneels to the ground, one hand keeping you spread more and the other is still busy taking care of you. “Maybe if you promise you won’t shoot or put me in handcuffs right away when you’ll find out who I am, I can eat you out. I bet you let out the prettiest moans when you have someone between your legs.”

Your head rolls back, and you hiss. “You wish,” you retort through gritted teeth, but a part of you dies to know what that would be like. “I will never give you the satisfaction.”

He laughs mockingly. “Maybe I should blindfold you and do it now, will you recognize me by that?” At those words your body tenses up, head standing straight again as you look down at him with terror in your eyes. “What?” He asks in a giggle, surprised by your reaction. “You’re fucking with me right now, I still have blood on me. Would that be the most problematic thing? Having fucked with me before? Without this mask?”

“You’re just messing with me,” you mutter but your brain is trying to think, the list of the people you’ve been with is not that long, he can’t be so stupid to out himself like that, right?

“Maybe… I love it when I can see you think,” he whispers. “Usually, you have your hands in your hair, pulling at it even if you just washed it or spent hours styling it, and then you nervously bite your right thumb, somehow there’s always a hangnail to pull until it bleeds, oh, and you also nervously walk back and forth, two steps forward, two steps back. It’s cute, really. You have no fucking clue how to stop this, but you look so into it, chasing after me… well, so you think because, let’s be honest, you’re only chasing after your tail.”

You can’t believe he knows all of this, how close to you is he? And a few names start popping into your mind, but for each face that you see, your only answer is it can’t be.

“Why are you surprised? I told you, I love watching you,” he says, voice scarily soft even through the distortion of the mask. “You’re very pretty, detective. When you work hard to catch me, and even more when you screw it all up to moan for me.”

“Ugh,” you groan through gritted teeth, wrist rubbing against the rope keeping you in place and hips bucking up, anger and pleasure mixing like a drug in your brain. You hate to admit it, but you’re close and you doubt you can push back your climax any longer.

“It’s alright, love, I told you, I won’t judge you,” he hums. He studies your face for a moment, admiring how your teeth trap your lips in the vain attempt to don’t truly show how much you’re enjoying this, but your eyes are filled with lust, lightly glassy, and your cum is painting his gloves white. “Now, will you come for me?”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, your body shutters as the orgasm washes over you, the quick movements of his fingers on your sensitive clit making your nails dig into the palm of your hands while your moans slip out of you freely. Your morality disappears, getting dragged away with the orgasm that consumes you before leaving.

You forget where you are for a moment, or to be more precise, with who you are with, as you let your head roll back, close your eyes and take deep breaths, waiting for the high to pass.

The thing doesn’t bother Ghostface, though, he sees enough fear in people’s eyes, he likes it better when you stop pretending and relax around him. That’s the thrilling thing about you, you are the most entertaining game he has ever played. With all the others he knows how it will end, their lifeless bodies laying in a pool of their own blood and the sirens of the police going off in the background as he blends in with the crowd, but with you? It’s unknown. Like a Russian roulette.

He’d love to shred all your clothes off, but he knows you’d have to spill your guts (not literally) if you walk out of there completely naked, and he’s sure the version you would tell the police would add another crime to his name. So, he takes your shoes off and then pulls your pants down.

Your laugh makes him raise his face and stare at you. “What’s so funny, dollface?”

You shrug, wetting your lips. “You scare me more when you act all sweet, you know?”

He scoffs, standing up again, and caressing your face. “You want me to hurt you so badly. I could carve a heart right here,” he presses the tip of the blade next to your heart, tracing the shape of a heart, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. “It would look so pretty on you, and you will always carry me with you. Isn’t it nice? Couple goals.”

You raise a brow at him, he doesn’t even realize it, but he’s giving away so much of his personality, even if you don’t find it out now, you’re pretty positive all of this is leading you somewhere. You shake your head quickly, trying not to show how hard you’re thinking about your plan. “I only want one thing from you, and you know what it is.”

He chuckles, leaning next to your ear. “My dick.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you curse, accidentally kicking him now that your legs are free to move. You suck your breath in, fearing your move, even if involuntary, might piss him off.

He hisses but doesn’t do anything else. “Don’t get all bratty here, doll. You said you wanted to play a game, and we’re going to play it until the end.”

When he cuts your panties and balls them in his fist, saying “keeping them as a souvenir,” with a grin that can be heard in his voice, you only reply with an “asshole.”

Once again, he doesn’t pay your insults any mind, and you wonder why he’s so nice to you. Should you fear it? Will you be his last victim, getting the worst death of them all because he needs to put on a show? “Now I will untie you, if you play any trick on me… you know how it ends.”

You nod quickly, watching him disappear from your view as he stands behind you. You inhale when the knife places against your neck again and roll your eyes back. “You don’t have to do this every time, you know?”

“It turns you on,” he retorts firmly. “And I need to make sure you don’t do any funny business.”

Your eyes roll back again but you try to relax anyway and keep still when your wrists are finally free. Your shoulders are in a more comfortable position again as you subtly roll them to ease up. “Get up,” he orders, and you follow, moving carefully because the blade is still close to your body and you don’t want to end up dead on the floor. “Good, now lay on the mattress.”

Your face twists in disgust when you’re reminded of the mattress on the floor, but he pushes you forward.

“We didn’t kill anybody there.”

You stop, turning around swiftly, and his reflections are rapid enough that he doesn’t push the knife into your chest. “We?”

“Oh… it didn’t click yet…” He laughs darkly at your expression, the whole world falling on your shoulders as you wonder how could you be so stupid to not realize it. “Sorry, love. But hey, aren’t you happy I helped you out?”

You glare at him but then bring your hand to your hair and your thumb to your lips. Of course, there are two of them, that’s the only way they could always be so headed of you.

“Not the right moment to think about that,” he warns, voice dropping lower, making you stop your nervous ticks. “Get on the bed.”

You turn around again, suddenly aware that he’s completely covered and you’re bare. That thought makes you seek the cover of the mattress more, and swiftly you’re laying where he wants you. But it also turns you on, being so exposed to him while he’s giving you not even a peak of who’s under the mask and the clothes send chills down your body and more cum drips out you.

“Promise you’ll be good? We can play cat and mouse later if you want to,” he asks, the blade running flat on your boobs, making him chuckle darkly when your nipples harden at the contact and your hips buck up. “You promise, detective?” He repeats with urge when you don’t reply, too busy watching the knife move on your body as he pins you down.

“Promise,” you reply, looking into the blackness of the eyes of the mask.

He chuckles under the mask, and you watch him unbuckle his pants. You could easily grab the weapon that’s on your stomach and stab him, you could even un-mask him, but you lay still, almost mesmerized. And the conscience inside of you likes to remind you how fucked up you and your morals are, but you brush it off, shaking your head quickly.

“Turn around,” he orders, but you hesitate. That’s too much vulnerability. It’s clear he doesn’t like your hesitation when he groans, grabbing the knife and pushing it aside. “God, I have to do everything with you,” he sighs as he forcefully flips you on your stomach before his legs trap you again. This time you can’t do anything even if you want to, but once again, you don’t want to.

“Fuck,” he moans, hands cupping your full ass and squeezing hard, the firm hold eliciting a moan from you. “Look at you, so fucking pretty. Keep your head down, don’t try to even get a peak,” he warns, and your immediate reaction is to turn around to understand what’s going on, but you know better, so you press your face into the pillow and only when you hear the loud sound of a spit and a glob of saliva drip between your folds you understand what happened. “Not that it was needed, you’re dripping. But you know, I like to get messy at times.”

You turn your face around, resting your head on the pillow, and bite your lips. The smugness and insanity of his voice causing more cum to ooze out of your pussy.

“I want to feel you so bad,” he hums, spreading your cunt, making you feel so exposed, “but will you run to the police? Will you tell them ‘oh no, I had to fuck Mr. Ghostface to have a bit of his DNA and save the town from this psycho’?” he mocks with a high-pitched voice, it doesn’t sound like you at all, more like a hopeless, brain-dead, blonde girl that dies within the first minutes of any horror movie.

You snicker. “You underestimate me, I could say I got those traces from somewhere else.”

“But will you? Also, I’m pretty sure they will find traces of you too. How humiliating would that be? Come on, honey, I won’t blackmail you, but you will screw yourself over? That’s not very smart of you.”

He’s right, you hate that he’s right. You will have to out yourself in the process of trying to turn him in. “I — I won’t.”

Deep down he knows you won’t, there’s no way they won’t trace it back at you too, and he also knows you won’t try to play the victim when you’re not, but he needs to be conscious, one wrong step and you could turn the game around. As much as he likes to mock you, he knows you’re smart and have been close to discovering them a few times, it was a matter of luck, and they were extremely lucky.

“Better safe than in jail,” he chuckles darkly, you don’t even try to peer around, and only listen to the plastic of the condom rip.

You whimper when you feel the tip against your slit, and you hide your face in the pillow as if that could change the reality of what you’re willingly doing. You’re too excited to be so ashamed of your actions, but, even if some may argue your morality is nowhere to be found, it still feels like a big balloon hovering over you.

You shiver when you feel the mask rest on your shoulder, “Nah, ah, angel, no being ashamed now. I told you I don’t like rude people, so don’t be rude and ask me nicely to fuck you.”

The urge to slap him is stronger than anything else, but once again your greed makes him win. “Please… please fuck me.”

“Not what I want to hear, you know what I want. We practiced the other night, haven’t we?” He reminds you, a hand creeping around your neck, holding tight enough to make buzzes of fear run through your bones.

You close your eyes, inhaling as deeply as you can while trying to find the courage to humiliate yourself one last time, but then the words slip out, “Please, fuck me, Ghostface,” and the air gets knocked out of your lungs when he pushes into you. It’s a strong, deep thrust that fills you to the brim and knocks you over. Your head falls against the pillow again while his loud groan fills your ears, “Fuck, it sounds so good from your lips.”

“Oh, fuck,” you curse through gritted teeth when he starts moving right away, barely giving you time to adjust to the feeling, thick dick grazing your insides and strong hands wrapping around your waist tightly.

“Is it too much for you, detective? My sweet little angel can’t take it?”

A groan slips past your lips, you try to stand up on your elbows, but he pushes you down. His body presses against your back and you feel trapped again. “Don’t move. I will fuck you so deep into this mattress that I will feel your scent for days after this. I want your face smashed against the pillow, I want it to be wet with your ruined makeup and tears, got it? ”

You nod quickly, shoulders dropping as you slump against the mattress. His breathing next to your ear makes you shiver, and you wonder if that’s the last thing the non-so-lucky people have met him heard before dying. But you push it away, for the sake of your sanity, you have to fool yourself that you’re not so attracted to a bloody murderer, that your morals are still intact, and that you are a good person.

It’s pathetic how all the anger you feel disappears with each calculated thrust, pleasure getting to your brain so quickly you stop holding back. Soft whimpers and moans roll out of your tongue and unconsciously your ass grinds back into him.

“Fuck, that’s what I want to hear,” he hums, standing up while his hands wrap around your waist. He never wanted to burn those gloves so badly, feeling the urge to feel your burning skin and mark you with his bare hands, but he can’t risk it. That doesn’t mean he can’t leave marks in other ways. One hand leaves your hips and cups your boob, eliciting a broken moan from you. “Have I told you they’re so pretty?”

“Mhh,” you mumble, eyes closing as he pinches down on your nipple. You wish you could say it hurt you but instead, it makes you clench hard around him, cum leaking out more with each pinch on your delicate, sensitive buds.

“Shit, you really are into pain,” he comments, there’s mockery in his voice —like always— but there’s also a genuine surprise. “Who would’ve thought, my innocent detective is way more fucked in the head than I thought.”

“I — I’m not,” you retort, groaning and forcing your eyes open, but the deep chuckle that rumbles in his chest makes you quiver, and your attitude drops in a moment.

“Honey,” he slurs, voice dipped in honey, “you’re letting Ghostface fuck you dumb, you are fucked in the head.”

You shake your head quickly, but he’s had enough of your lies. The rough tug at your hair makes you let out a choked gasp as your head is lifted from the pillow. “I know you better than anyone else, angel,” he groans, mask pressed against your hot face. “I know your dirty, little secrets. I know what runs into that dirty, little mind of yours. You can’t lie to me,” he almost purrs, a low chuckle making shame fire up inside of you, “and I can feel you, princess. Squeezing me, barely allowing me to pull out to fuck back into you. Fuck — I should feel you right now, no stupid rubber between us.”

Another broken moan slips from your lips when he roughly lets go of the hold on you, your fingers clench hard around the thin sheet under you, and your hips jerk up even more. It’s like you want to feel him more, to have him imprint himself deep into you, so far under your skin that you won’t be able to wash him off, and you don’t even know why you feel like this. Why it made you feel like this a week prior too, all the hesitation and fear as you picked up the phone and heard his breathy, distorted voice, flying out of the window the moment he started ordering you around. But was it truly an order when your only hesitation came from the fear of judgement, and you could only feel your body tingle with excitement? Sitting in front of the window, having no idea where he was hiding, putting on a show for the killer you swore you hated and making yourself come the hardest you’ve ever done.

“It makes you feel special, doesn’t it? The way you’re the only exception. The only one I would never hurt.” His voice is lower, hitting you to the core, making your toes curl and your breath falter in your chest. “You’re like a daisy in a garden of bloody, red roses.”

“Please,” you breathe out, choking on your tongue, eyes fluttering open shyly.

“Want me to stop?” He coos, head cocking to the side as he lands a sharp slap on your asscheek that makes you hiccup on a whimper and then another to your boob that drags a louder cry out of you. “Don’t want to hear how special you are?”

But that’s not what you meant. Your pleads were about something else, something you struggle to confess.

A deep laugh resonates in his chest as he looks down at your already wrecked face. You’re so precious, he can’t believe you sometimes think he could hurt you. His prettiest game, his wildest fantasy. The thrill he feels in his bones every time he’s close to you, so, so near to being discovered and yet always safe. It’s exciting, getting to his brain so much he can hardly hide how much it turns him on. But you’ve never been this close before. He dreamed about fucking you, having you pressed under him, begging, moaning and crying as his dick hit deep into your sweet pussy, pounding into you over and over again until you were nothing but mush in his hands. He wanted to strip you down completely and leave nothing of the women he sees and admires every single day. He dreamed of having all this power over you, watching you get weak on your knees and let him do anything he wanted, watching your body convulse in pleasure and your brain empty. And here you are now; wet, fucked-out eyes looking up at him while your pretty, plump mouth opens and closes as your shut-down brain tries hard to find the words.

“Speak up, princess. I don’t like to wait.”

“Please, wa-want to feel you,” you slur in a whisper, eyes blinking lazily as you try to hold onto what’s left of your sanity.

He chuckles, his thrusts coming to a stop that makes you whine in disappointment. “You want me to fuck you raw, detective?”

You hum, nodding slowly, not for the lack of enthusiasm but for the amount of shame that’s looming over you like a tornado. But Ghostface doesn’t like your silences, he doesn’t like it when you hesitate, that’s not what turns him on about you. It’s your impulses, the way you jump into things headfirst without thinking, for some it may be dumb, but to him, it’s just that sprinkle of insane bravery that makes life exciting. Your head is yanked up again with a rough pull of your hair, but his hold quickly moves to your neck. “I thought we were over the phase where I have to drag the words out of your mouth, detective. I’ll ask nicely one last time, do you want me to fuck you raw?”

You swallow your pride and reply meekly, “Ye-yes.”

He chuckles, pulling out of you almost completely before sinking in again with no warning, knocking the air out of your lungs, air that’s already struggling to fill them as his hold on your neck doesn’t loosen up. “See? It wasn’t that hard, was it? Even your stupid brain could put two words together.”

You gasp for air when he finally lets go and your face sinks on the pillow again.

“I’d love to, but I won’t risk it. Maybe next time, maybe if I’ll ever feel like telling you who I am,” he replies, and you groan in disappointment. Not only he doesn’t give you what you want but he also mocks you, reminding you why you’re here and how your mission flushed down the toilet as you let him play you like a violin.

“Then — fuck — please, fuck me harder,” at this point you want him to fuck you so hard your brain will just unplug and your superego can stop nagging at the back of your mind. You don’t want a single thought in your brain, just pleasure and lust.

“That I can give it to you,” he hums happily, and in a second, he complies. His hips start snapping against you at a fast speed, his tip hitting you deep repeatedly as he keeps you arched back with one hand around your waist and the other one wrapped around the makeshift ponytail he made with your hair.

You can already feel the orgasm build up at the tip of your stomach, but it only worsens when Ghostface roughly pulls you flat against him. Your head falls behind on his shoulder, eyes rolled far in your skull as your lips hang open to let out desperate moans and suck in as much air as possible.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he moans, his thumb rubs against your neck and jaw while his right hand squeezes and pulls your boobs hard before pinching the nipples. “Listen to those pretty sounds you make,” he snickers, “and you still want to pretend you’re innocent and pure? You’re fucked up just like me, baby, that’s why I like you so much,” he slurs.

You blink, once again adjusting to the light is uncomfortable but you make out just in time the fact he’s holding a Polaroid camera. “Smile for the camera, babe,” his voice rings in your ears but doesn’t reach your brain and before you know it, you’re coming just like that. The look on your face is not a smile but an expression of blissed pleasure, the exact moment as the climax explodes inside of you, making you clench around his dick and shake in his arms, your arm twisting back, letting your hand claps on his bicep and sink your nail in the thick fabric of the black cloak.

Ghostface would like to say he’s disappointed and scold you for misbehaving, but he can only stare at you with amused disbelief written all over his face. But you only see the constant expression of the mask and once again, you fear for a second he’s mad at you. Truth be told, he could even kill you right now, you wouldn’t mind much or even notice, too lost in the pleasure that’s still looming on your body.

“Fuck,” he mutters, hips slowing down until they stop completely, “you just gifted me the most precious pic in my collection,” he whispers. You feel like the edge of mockery is still persistent but at the same time something genuine lingers in it, it doesn’t make it less creepy, but the ‘fuck me harder method’ worked because you don’t question his, and yours, fucked morality and just smile dumbly.

And that smile, united with the slow bat of your wet eyelashes, is what he needs to lose it.

“Oh, fuck it, I’ll clean you up once we’re done and if you’ll try to turn me in, I’ll find out, so you better keep your promise, alright?”

You don’t get what he’s talking about right away, too fucked out as you lay on the mattress waiting for his next move, but when he pulls out of you and swiftly pulls the condom out, you get it. You bite your lips in anticipation and swing your hips in invitation.

The sight would be enough to make him come right there, and he damns himself because out of all people, you can’t be his biggest weakness. It got to be some fucking joke of destiny. “Will you go to the police?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Good girl, because these little games are just for us, me and you, you can’t use what we do here to help you with your case.” When he sinks inside of you again, he feels like he could lose it all for the way your wet, warm walls wrap around him. “Fuck, fuck,” he curses, voice even more distorted now that he murmurs through gritted teeth, “you feel so fucking good.”

His thrusts now are almost primal, desperately pounding you against the mattress, keeping you pinned down with a hand on the back of your head —not that you need that, you wouldn’t be able to hold your neck up even if you wanted to— and holding for dear life on your hips with the other. You’ll probably have some bruises by the end of the night, if not colored prints on your skin, surely light discomfort at the touch will follow you for a few days. And you almost want to beg him for more, to mark you in some other ways, to leave something just for you to see and carry with you. Sick and perverted thoughts cross your mind, and you push them away swiftly.

You bite down on your lips when his hand leaves your side to torture your nipples again, he can barely push his hand between your body and the mattress, but he has just enough space to play with your sensitive nipples, making them even harder and causing you to clench even more around him. He loves how sensitive you are there and how each rub, pinch, and slap has you easily squirming and moaning under him.

“Look at you, going all dumb on my cock,” he groans, mockingly giving one harsh slap to your tits before his fingers trace your cheek. Your skin is so hot he can almost feel it through the fabric separating you, but what he’s most fascinated about are your tears, black mascara running down your beautiful face, dying on the pillow and your tortured parted lips. “Are you still thinking about being better than me or — fuck — have you finally embraced your dark side?”

Not a word comes out of your mouth when you whimper back, and not even a thought crosses your mind.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grins smugly. “You know,” he breathes out, head thrown back as it gets harder and harder to contain the orgasm, but he doesn’t want it to end so soon, “you should fire yourself and be my toy, just my toy, every time I need you, everywhere I need you. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? It’d make you feel even more special.”

You mumble a weak reply, it’s a whispered ‘no,’ but your body doesn’t deny how much the thought turns you on. Too many responsibilities in your life and your job, too much to carry daily, but right now? Nothing. Guilt will eat you alive tomorrow but not now. Something feels exciting about being on the run with him, being the one that runs, instead of the one that chases. But it won’t happen, you believe in your job, and you want this slasher to end.

“Cause only I can get you like this, ugh,” he grunts, hips slamming faster but more sloppily against your ass, the vulgar sounds filling up the room. “No man before and no man after will make you come this hard. Nobody, love. No matter how much you’ll want to, they all will disappoint you and you will look for me in every single one of them,” he groans, each word punctuated by a harsh slam of his hips, “well, the lucky ones that will get a taste before I’ll get them and kill them.”

You don’t reply, just lay there, looking like a mess as you try to fight another orgasm because coming again would be humiliating.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” You can hear the grin on his face and his voice has the edge of insanity of the usual. “Let’s be honest, you’ve got a list of shitty partners, you would’ve been grateful if I got rid of some of them.”

“Fuck, just — just fuck me,” you beg, your hand reaching behind to touch him somehow, but he doesn’t like it.

He grips your hand and pins it behind your back bending your arm, you hiss in discomfort, but he doesn’t let go. “Oh, no, angel. You don’t make the rules in this game, I do. If I want to sink into your brain and get so deep into you that I’ll make sure you will never come out the same, I will. I’m the darkest side of yourself, the fucked up filth you’re too afraid to face,” he groans. “And I know you’re close again. Your tight cunt is squeezing me, and you made a mess on the mattress,” he snickers. “Imagine if they find this place, this mattress, your DNA on it,” he stops, leaning next to your ear, voice dropping lower, “or better, imagine if they find us now. What do you say, detective? Would they be disappointed? Would they just jack off at the view? You look so hot right now, I wouldn’t blame them if they’d get off to you, to us together. Kill them surely, blame them not. We’re so hot, detective.”

You squirm under him, feeling like the room is spinning fast and you can’t ground on anything. You have a darker thought in mind, something you can’t confess to him or else he won’t stop mocking you. You want to get caught, but not by your colleagues, by his partner. What would he do if he saw you and his partner in crimes like this? Would he understand this, or would he snap? Maybe even feeling betrayed. Does he even know you and him have been playing this game of attraction for a while now?

Your silence doesn’t make Ghostface suspect anything. You simply look totally fucked out, brain empty as you plead in soft whimpers and moans.

“You sound so fucking good,” he praises. “Why don’t we play another little game, uh?”

Your eyes open in surprise and you hum with no strength, “what?”

“Beg me to save your life,” he says, grabbing the knife again and placing it close to your neck. “Come on, do it for me, I won’t ever hear you say it because I will never want to kill you. Please, detective,” he coos, hips slowing down because your pussy is fogging his brain and he’s not sure his always-perfect aim and reflexes will work right now.

You take a deep breath and then speak. “Please, Ghostface, please, spare my life.”

His head rolls back, and a deep, groggy moan comes out of his lips. “Fuck, yes, keep going,” he orders, hips picking up the rhythm again as he skillfully flips the blade to the lesser sharp side just to be safe.

And you obey. You beg, choked-up words slipping from your lips that soon turn into please, fuck me harder, and then please, wanna come. You feel boneless, your body is too hot, and you feel you might pass out, you need a release and then hope something bigger than you will make you get back on your legs and walk out of there as if nothing happened, as if you never followed your guts and found his —their— safe haven.

“Come for me, love,” he orders, throwing the knife to the side before his hand sneaks under your body to roughly slap your clit a few times, enjoying the louder moans he drags out of you by doing so and watching with pleasure as your body squirms and shakes. “And don’t forget to smile for the camera.”

This time your eyes lock with the polaroid that he points toward your face as his chin rests on your shoulder. But it only lasts for the time of the picture, your body collapses again when he lets go of your hair and you let the pleasure pervade you from head to toe. It’s breathtaking and mind-blowing, and next time you’ll fuck someone else you’ll hate that he’s right. You will feel him everywhere, you will feel his dick deep inside of you every time your fingers will desperately try to take its place, and every time you’ll let someone in your bed, but you don’t hate that thought as you should.

“Fuck,” he groans, giving you a few more pumps to make sure you rode your high before slipping out and then roughly flipping you over. “Close your eyes,” he orders, and you follow with no hesitation —honestly, you were struggling to keep them open in the first place.

Your heaving chest, your parted lips still letting out cries, your wet cheeks, and your trembling closed thighs are the last drop he needs to let go. Deep moans reach your ears while his hot cum drops on your face, most on your skin but some in your mouth, and they get even louder when you shyly swallow it and lick your lips for more.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re —” he gasps but doesn’t finish, holding onto nothing as he empties himself all over your face. “Fuck.”

He feels dizzy, the orgasm still shaking him up, but then he looks at you and has to bite back a moan. The white strings of cum are covering your blissed face, your eyelashes are clumped together by the tears, and your lips are plump and darker, he knows he doesn’t want to forget what you look like right now. “Smile one last time, baby.”

And you do, the corners of your mouth lift and then you hear the click of the polaroid. You think for a second you should’ve told him to don’t take them, he could easily blackmail you, or straight-up get you fired, but once again, you don’t truly care, and you don’t deny how much the idea of those photos turned you on.

You should get up, grab your pants, jacket, shoes and leave. But you feel heavy and tired, you’re still shaking, and your breath didn’t go back to normal, yet.

“Don’t worry, detective,” Ghostface whispers, something passes on your face to clean you from the mess, but you don’t know what, and only then you open them ajar, just to see he’s still wearing his mask. “I’ll take care of you.”

The Ghostface mask is the last thing you see.

When you wake up, you’re in your bed, wearing your nightwear, completely cleaned up, but your bones and muscles are still sore, and a terrible headache is throbbing in the left side of your brain. You turn around, rubbing your eyelids with your palms before you can fully focus on the pillow and see three things on it. The Ghostface mask, a polaroid of you two from before, his face next to yours as he pulled your hair, and a note.

“It was a pleasure playing with you, my pretty detective. Can’t wait to see what our next game will be like♡ ”

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OPERATION RIZZ - NA JAEMIN

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EDITED NOTE: I just want to thank you all so so much for the love you've shown this fic! to celebrate, check out the early release of End To Start!

Pairing: Na Jaemin x fem!reader (Ft. Yangyang, Haechan, Johnny, Jeno, and mentions of other nct members, nct dream are the friend group, the Jeno and his girlfriend mentioned are the same pairings from Quiet and Game over!)

Genre: Fluff, angst, humor, college au nct,

Synopsis: In an attempt to teach Donghyuck how to get a girlfriend, Jaemin helps him make a list only... that list seems awfully familiar.

wc: 7.8k ( my longest fic yet, I have perished.)

warnings: reference to the sexual activity that happened in Game Over between Jeno and his girlfriend, Mentions of smoking a joint at a frat party but no detailed usage and not by the two mc, Alcohol, Drunk reader, swearing, cringe pick up lines, reader, and Jaemin play the horror game 'the quarry' but no spoilers, timeline jumps a bit but I'm certain it's still understandable, mentions of harsh pranks being pulled by readers previous roommates, hints at previous roommates being bullies to the reader.

A/N: Hi, my lovelies. This fic was a wild ride, I'm telling you. I'm still not satisfied with the header but we move ig. This took me five-ish days I think, mainly cause I left it for at least three of those. I honestly hope you love this as much as I do. If I have missed any warnings please let me know! @sexygrass you asked me to tag you in the finished product! here you are,

Feel free to send me asks to talk about the fic, I love talking about fic characters.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

It was a funny thing to watch Donghyuck fail miserably. It was even funnier to watch the brightly colored cocktail drip from the ends of his hair, soaking into his pristine white t-shirt. To Jaemin, it was the best entertainment in the world to watch his friend flirt terribly. There was a reason Jisung called him bitchless. Not to doom any potential girl Donghyuck could end up with, but the guy was just a walking beacon of cringe pickup lines.

Like tonight. Jaemin had watched from his spot perched on a barstool a few seats away as his friend confidently walked up to the bar. He’d internally winced as Donghyuck had added his own drink to the girl’s tab and he’d tried so hard to still his facial features when the said drink was promptly tipped over his head following the line he gave. “You owe me a drink, I dropped mine when I looked at you.”

It was safe to say that the man crashed, burned, and disintegrated. Jaemin couldn’t hold his laughter for long, barely able to set his drink down on the bar without spilling it before the howls of laughter racked through his body. He felt a hand slap down on his shoulder, the sounds of Yangyang’s own hysterical laughter hitting his ears.

“It’s not funny! Look at my shirt!” Donghyuck growled in annoyance, fingers plucking the wet material away from his skin. “I’m going to clean up...”

The man moved to brush past his two friends, Yangyang stilling his laughter long enough to reach out and grasp his sleeve. “I wouldn’t, Restrooms occupied.” He straightened from his hunched-over position, his voice strained from holding in further laughter. “Think Jeno’s trying to one-up over Jaehyun, dragged his girl in there and locked the door about twenty minutes or so ago.”

“For fuck sake!” He whined, foot kicking at a leg of Jaemin’s bar stool.

Jaemin stood, finally able to keep his laughter at bay. “What did you expect? He literally dragged us here in a fit of jealous rage.” He scoffed light-heartedly, slinging an arm over Donghyuck’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s just go home - Yang, you crashing at Hyuck’s too?” Jaemin craned his neck to catch his fellow 00’ liner’s answer.

Yangyang shrugged in acceptance of the offer, slinging his own arm over Hyuck’s other shoulder.

“So,” Hyuck began, pausing to slurp some of his McDonald’s strawberry milkshake through the disintegrating paper straw. “You’re telling me that my lines don’t work at all?”

Yangyang and Jaemin gave a pointed look to each other, almost as if trying to decide who should be the bearer of bad news. Jaemin gave a slight sigh, his mouth poised ready to talk but his brain still trying to come up with an answer.

“It’s just … You’ve got no rizz” He let the statement hang in the air, chewing into his cheek as Donghyuck blanched at the blunt statement.

“And you have?” He jeered in defense, chuckling in amusement.

“Dude, he’s the rizzler.” Yangyang piped in, the amused grin on his face broadening. “Jaemin’s got effortless rizz and he doesn’t even try.”

Jaemin was startled when his friend threw himself over his lap with a drawn-out dramatic cry. “Then help me!” He pleaded, loosely gripping Jaemin’s collar to shake him.

“Christ! Okay, Okay!” He gave in pretty quickly, shoving Donghyuck off of him with a little effort.

Jaemin shook his head at Hyuck’s antics, Yangyang laughing along with him. No words were spoken for a few moments until the latter made an announcement.

“Let Operation Rizz commence.”

Over the course of the next ten minutes, the two made Donghyuck write down his own step-by-step guide how to get a date.

Jaemin plucked the notepad from his friends' fingers, reading through them with a grimace of distaste.

"Step one is wink?" He read off in disbelief, nearly choking on air when he read step two. "Flirt with her best friend. Are you insane?"

He snatched the pen from Hyuck, ripping the list out of the book and scrunching it Into a ball.”We’ll rewrite it.”

"That's what the Buzzfeed article said to do!" That comment alone earned him a paper ball to the head.

"You need to practice and observe." Yangyang was right, it would be handy to have an actual female to be a 'test subject' as it were.

"But who? The only girls Hyuck know hate him and the only girl I kno–" Jaemin's words stopped dead as he caught onto what his friend was hinting at. "Absolutely not. ____, would never agree to this."

At least Jaemin hoped his roommate would be repulsed enough by the idea to call him crazy and move on.

The thing is, Jaemin had been a little selfish when it came to you. He had very rarely invited you to hang with any of his friends, not that he had to — you were purely roommates who had the same computer science class. That was how you met him. Jaemin had rocked up to class, late and unbothered. It was you who caught onto his small tales of anxiety when he struggled to catch up, wordlessly sliding your notes on the previous few slides onto his desk.

STEP ONE: BEFRIEND

After the lesson had ended and various students began to pile out of the door, you slowly started to pack up your things. A throat being cleared gained your attention, Jaemin looking at you sheepishly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks for that." A smile of chagrin directed toward you. “I thought I could catch up but Mr. Kim just goes so fast.”

You chuckled, pinching your notes from the table to put them in your bag, zipping it up, and turning toward your classmate. “Next time, don’t be late.” Jaemin was drawn to the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you granted him a grin. “It’s my turn to be late next class.”

True to your word, at 8:45 am the following Thursday, you snuck into the back of the class. You looked disheveled and half-dead to your fellow classmates. You didn’t want the unwanted attention that was sure to be drawn to you if you scrambled down to a vacant seat at the front, instead, you slipped into the closest empty seat on the back row.

You tried to make as minimal noise as possible when taking your things out of your backpack and you were so preoccupied with the action that you almost jumped when a few sheets of paper were slipped wordlessly onto your desk from the seat next to you.

The two of you fell into an unspoken routine this way. Jaemin would take notes for you to copy if you were late and vice versa, an unspoken rule being you took turns being late. For you, this wasn’t a problem. You were rarely late, something Jaemin noticed when he was hurriedly yanking on his jeans in an attempt to leave on time. He had secretly cursed you at that moment. Jaemin couldn’t be late, it wasn’t his turn and the rule was unspoken.

The next time you were late, you were very late. Jaemin had honestly thought you weren’t coming, his eyeline drifted to the door on multiple occasions. An odd feeling of disappointment settled in his chest. You had become the highlight of his day, Jaemin found himself looking forward to his computer science classes for once.

When you did finally turn up and slip into the seat next to him, he noticed you didn’t even make a move to remove your things from your backpack. You just stared straight ahead, hair drenched from the horrible weather outside and unshed tears pooling at your waterline.

One look at you and Jaemin’s teasing expression faded. He set his pen down, angling his body toward your seat. “Are you okay?” Jaemin almost slapped himself, it was obvious you weren’t.

You raised the damp sleeve of your sweater to wipe at your face, “Sorry I’m late, Jaemin.” Your voice was raw and croaky, he was sure you were going to get sick. “I slept in my car.”

The male blanched, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Jaemin was sensitive enough to keep his voice low and careful, trying to coax the answers to his many questions from you. “Why, What happened?”

You sniffled quietly, fighting the urge to curl into yourself and hide. “My housemates locked me out again.” Jaemin’s expression softened, his hand reaching over to tuck your wet hair behind your ear. “Then my car broke down on the way to campus.”

Jaemin had heard about how your housemates were. You’d ranted to him in many lessons about what they were like. The only reason you were all housed together was through the private landlord student accommodation scheme set up for students who didn’t want the dormitory life.

He knew full well that it was a popular-eat-nerd food chain out there and he was grateful his grandma paid his rent for him - Always grandma’s favorite boy. It only took a few more of those incidents for Jaemin to offer his precious games room. He proposed a very convincing argument.

“Look, It’s a steal!” He exclaimed, “No rent and we just split the rest of the utilities and grocery costs, your own room, closer to campus, and me!” Jaemin flashed you his pearly whites at his winning argument.

“I can’t just take up your space like that, Jaemin.” You sighed, as much of an amazing offer it was… You didn’t want it out of pity.

“We’ll probably barely see each other! We can split the chores and work something out.”

It was safe to say you ended up caving into the offer. Any college student would snatch up the deal of accommodation with no rental costs.

Jaemin sat open-mouthed as you bobbed your head in agreement with the idea. “Hm, Yang’s right. I’m the only girl you know that won’t get violent when Hyuck acts like a douche.” You sat back in your chair, swiping Jaemin’s iced coffee from the table and taking a sip through the straw.

“I’m sorry, what?” He spluttered, “Hyuck gets attached, clingy. What if he likes you?” Jaemin’s worries were irrelevant to everyone else but him.

Jaemin didn’t like the idea of Donghyuck catching feelings but he supposed he may be acting on possessive instinct. He shook his head, avoiding the look Yangyang was giving him. It was like the guy was trying to analyze his expressions and read his mind. He felt momentarily exposed.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” You snickered, “Donghyuck, sit.”

Hyuck brushed off his barista apron, shoving his order pad into one of the large pockets in the front as he sat at the vacant chair at the table. You sat up from your slouched position in your chair, sliding Jaemin’s coffee back over to him - the cup being halfway empty by now.

“Show me what you got.” You tapped the table with your hand.

You, Jaemin, and Yangyang watched as Hyuck ran a hand through his hair, his left eye dropping into a wink that could only be described as cringe when he leaned forward toward you. “Are you a transformer?” He paused a moment, long enough to give an over-exaggerated lip bite, his flirty gaze running up and down your torso. “ ‘Cause you’re Optimus fin-” His confidence was harshly broken as you mocked the sound of a loud buzzer.

“Pickup lines don’t work anymore, Dude.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “That was- …. I don’t actually have words for how bad that truly was.” Donghyuck’s face fell.

“Technically, we’re skipping step one because you already kind of know ____. So, step one is ‘befriend’. If she was a stranger you’d have just failed miserably.” Jaemin said to his friend, lifting his coffee to inspect the cup of the missing liquid.

“Alright, What’s step two?” Hyuck shrugged, looking expectantly at his friends.

STEP TWO: GET TO KNOW

Back when you had first moved in with Jaemin, the two of you were more than awkward. It felt odd for each of you to see each other in your most vulnerable states. At home. In class things were different, that was a side of you that prepared to go out and face the day, a social mask slipping in place.

It took just one instance to get over the hurdle of timidness between you both. One Saturday, Jaemin had just gotten back with the groceries, the list crumpled in one of the bags he was hefting. You were leaning against the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a mug of coffee - specifically a Chocolate Mocha from a sachet - cupped in your hands.

Once all of the bags were strewn over the kitchen counter and the floor surrounding the fridge, you set your mug in the sink and began helping.

“Oh, no way!” You gasped, holding up the box of frozen desserts. “Two-ball-screwballs?” Jaemin looked up from shoving frozen food into the freezer drawers, a surprised smile on his face.

“Yeah! My mom used to get them for me every Friday after school.” He shut the drawer he was working on.

“I thought they were discontinued!” You gushed, tearing open the box and removing the cone-shaped cup. “I love these.”

Jaemin’s shoulders perked, his eyes brightening. “You’re kidding! My friends think they’re low tier.” He took the box from you, removing one of the plastic cones for himself and putting the rest into the freezer to save them from melting.

“Low tier? Your friends are low tier.” You scoffed jokingly, peeling off the top.

Jaemin rose to his feet, accepting the teaspoon you offered to him. “I’ll pay you ten to say that to Chenle’s face.” He chuckled, diving his spoon into the red cherry slush.

“What other gems are you hiding?” You questioned, spoon hanging from your mouth as you began to finish off the groceries with your free hand.

“Depends, do you like video games?” Jaemin lifted himself to perch on the breakfast bar.

“I like watching people play them,” You cast a glance back at your roommate. “I don’t have the hand-eye coordination for them.”

Jaemin hummed in thought, his gaze locked onto the dessert in his hand. “If I set up in the living room, do you wanna, maybe, watch me play?” He offered, discreetly peering up at you without lifting his head.

He watched you ponder over the idea a moment before nodding, “Sure.”

That night, you and Jaemin settled onto the couch with the controller firmly in his hand. You stared at the opening game screen ‘The Quarry’ glitching back at you. Jaemin had promised you that this wasn’t so much of a fast-paced game and more of a multiple choice.

“It’s a horror game-” He caught the look of unease on your face. “But it’s not that bad! It’s like a movie but you choose what happens and each option you choose alters the game path. It’s really cool!” The look on his face, as he describes one of his favorite games, will forever be your favorite expression on him.

His eyes light with excitement, and the controller drops to his lap as he uses elaborate hand gestures to explain the concept to you. There’s a feeling deep down that you want him to look like that whilst talking about you. But, that’s stupid, right? You’d only known him a few months at that point.

“Can you turn the subtitles on? I can’t hear a thing without them.” You nudged him with your elbow, prompting Jaemin to stare at you in amusement.

“If I wanted to read a book, I would.” He quipped, still navigating the settings to turn them on for you regardless.

You were only on the first chapter of the game and somehow you’d ended up scrunched up into Jaemin’s side, all awkwardness from before long gone. “No no! Don’t go down there, That’s just stupid!” You shouted, peeking up from his shoulder.

“____,” Jaemin laughed, “We have to, it’s the gameplay. We gotta follow Max into the cellar.” A hand left his controller to pat the top of your head.

You were both late for class the next day.

“Get to know them? How long will this take?” Donghyuck complained, a pout playing at his lips.

He wasn’t a patient man and quite honestly, this was taking longer than he had thought. You cast him a sharp look. “Hyuck, you said you wanted a girlfriend. A lot of work goes into the buildup.”

“Can’t you just date me and then I don’t have to get to know anyone?” He huffed, letting his forehead drop to the table.

His question earned him two abrupt shouts of “No!” Both Yangyang and you exchanged slightly shocked looks at how quickly Jaemin said it along with you.

“Ugh! Fine, so, I get to know them.” Donghyuck lifted his head. “Do I have to ask questions?”

A mumbled ‘He’s hopeless’ under your breath had you receiving two kicks under the table as Jaemin responded to the question. “Yeah, Ask about her hobbies, and family, know the basics, and find a niche to get into deeper conversation.”

“Noted. So, find things in common, then?” Hyuck voiced the question with slight uncertainty.

You grinned, tapping his arm to reward him. “Yeah, exactly!” You studied him a moment, face scrunched in thought. “Say… Hyuck, is there someone in specific you’ve got your eye on?” You questioned.

Hyuck laughed nervously, the three sets of eyes staring at him intently making him slightly nervous. See, Donghyuck always had an obvious tell when he was hiding something. First, eye contact became nonexistent. Then, he would over-blink, his friends joked that he’d take off if he blinked too fast. Lastly, the incoherent defense. Hyuck was doing all of those things.

“Do we need to teach you to lie as well?” Yangyang teased, jabbing his friend in the side.

“Speak for yourself, I don’t lie.” You spoke, pretending to inspect your nails until Jaemin’s snort of laughter cut across the table to you.

“Yeah, right. ____, who ate the last two-ball screwball?” He quipped, an eyebrow raised in challenge at you.

“Uhm, Luna.” It wasn’t Jaemin’s cat.

STEP THREE: GESTURES OF KINDNESS

It was rare for you to go out with your friends. It was rare for you to get drunk, too. You had declined an invitation to the neo-frat party for months, much to the disappointment of your friend. It was after four months of living with Jaemin that you found out he was going, only then did you finally accept the next invitation you received.

You’d spent all afternoon following your friends around the shopping plaza to find the right outfit. Your outfit was at your friends' house, you didn’t see the need to overdress for drinking in a stuffy frat house full of sweaty college kids.

The first glimpse of you Jaemin had caught that day was an hour into the party, the frat house in full swing. He’d been roped in to help set up, his friend Mark being a part of it and Hyuck being heavily involved. Jaemin had been looking for you all night and when he finally caught you, you were talking to Johnny.

Jaemin felt unsettled, though he had no choice who you spoke to. He kept glancing at you, hand gripping the solo cup tighter in his hand the more you laughed at Johnny’s jokes. You’d been drinking, that much was clear. Your cheeks a rosy red and your eyes slightly glazed with intoxication, Jaemin had caught onto how you swayed subtly on the spot, your hand gestures over-exaggerated, and your giggles that seemed to happen at everything Johnny said.

Jaemin’s gaze tore away from you when a hand waved in front of his face, his mind catching up with reality when he saw his best friend. “Jeno, sorry, didn’t hear you.”

Jeno gave his friend a knowing look, shaking his head. “You were staring, if you like her then tell her.” He shrugged, lifting his beer bottle to his lips to take a swig.

Jaemin frowned, his eyeline drawn to you once more as he shook his head. “It’s a bad idea, we live together.” As much as he hated to admit it, Jaemin wondered if inviting you to live with him was a mistake for this reason. “It’d be awkward if it didn’t work out, Jen.”

It’d taken Jaemin only one month of living with you to come to the conclusion that he was slowly becoming head over heels infatuated with you. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was love yet, but Jaemin knew you made him feel things that were an entirely new experience.

“If you’re so headstrong on it, make me a bet.” Jaemin’s attention was stolen away from you once more, his eyebrows scrunched in an expression that told Jeno that he wasn’t really listening at all. “If you end up dating by… let's say, the end of the academic year, then you have to get a tattoo.”

Jaemin gulped slightly, he wasn’t a fan of needles. But he was so sure he would be able to resist you. “Fine, if we don’t, you’ve got to get one. In a place of my choosing.” Jaemin mastered a grin, shaking Jeno’s hand to seal the deal.

When Jaemin turned back around, you or Johnny were nowhere to be seen. His mind’s implication of what it meant had his heart dropping into his stomach. He bitterly shook his head, downing the rest of the ‘special punch’ in his cup.

Jaemin went on with the party, utterly miserable at the thought of you holed up in one of the various upstairs bedrooms with Johnny. Of all people. You had to choose the biggest player out there. It was almost like Jaemin was walking around with his own cloud of self-loathing thundering over his head.

He’d thrown himself onto one of the lawn chairs that surrounded the outdoor pool, running a hand over his face. However, he soon froze when he spotted Johnny. The frat member was with Jaehyun and the frat leader, Taeyong. Jaemin noticed the absence of you immediately and it had him springing up from his seat with a slight stumble. Jaemin wasn’t drunk, he was just bordering the line between tipsy and lightly mellow.

Jaemin tapped urgently on Johnny’s shoulder, the older male turning to him with a doped-up smile. Johnny removed the joint from his mouth, offering it out to Jaemin with a hazed blink. “Where’s ____?” Was his immediate response.

Confusion clouded the elder's face for a moment before he laughed loudly. “Man, she’s wasted!” Jaemin gritted his teeth as a bout of smoke wafted in front of his face.

“Yeah, good to know.” He rushed out in exasperation. “Where?” Johnny’s smile dropped as he shrugged.

“Last I knew, she was asleep on the stairs.” Jaemin didn’t wait for any further explanation, bolting it back inside the house and to the sweeping staircase near the front door.

Sure enough, that’s where he found you. Your lips set into an adorable pout from where your head had hung in your slumber. Jaemin was certain that your neck would hurt in the morning if he didn’t take you home. Though, looking at you… Jaemin couldn’t fight the fond chuckle escaping him.

He knelt down at the bottom step, lifting his hand to gently sweep your hair back. His lips pursed as he took in the state of you, fingers tugging your t-shirt dress down your thighs from where it had risen in an attempt to shield your modesty. He squeezed your knee.

“____,” He called to you gently, a hand on your shoulder to lightly shake you awake. “____, c’mon. I’m taking you home.”

A groan left your closed lips, your body attempting to twist to the side as if you were casually rolling over in the comfort of your bed. Jaemin wouldn’t let you, firmly shaking your shoulder again. He sighed in relief when your eyes finally opened, squinting at the light.

“There she is.” He grinned, both hands moving to your cheeks to steady your lolling head.

Jaemin honestly couldn't help but grin in return for the drunk smile you gave him. It was like you were suddenly sprung with energy. “Jaemin!” You launched forward, both arms wrapping tight around his neck.

His hands had to settle on your back to stop you both from toppling over. Your roommate coaxed you to stand, brushing down the crumbs and dirt from your dress. Jaemin made you lean on the wall as he unzipped his hoodie and tied it around your waist.

“Okay, I need you to hold onto my neck… but not strangle me. You got that, ____?” He spoke slowly as if talking to a child because Jaemin had come to realize that’s exactly how drunk you were.

He left you on the second step, crouching down and patting his shoulder. It was embarrassing how many attempts it took to get you securely on Jaemin’s back but eventually, you succeeded in the climb.

The man carried you all the way across the campus and into the blocks of student housing like this. The whole way you were singing at the top of your lungs, Jaemin even joined in when you started singing Twice’s Fancy. He noted you got quieter at the end of your street and when your light snore hit his ear, he knew the reason why.

There was a struggle for him to unlock the front door with you still on Jaemin’s back. Trying not to let the three cats escape was an even bigger feat that Jaemin managed. He also managed to get you off his back, setting you down on your bed. Your shoelaces were already half undone in a loose tangle, Jaemin not having to work very hard to get your shoes and socks off your feet.

The brown-eyed man looked frantically around your room, spotting the cotton pads and micellar water on your desk. Gentle strokes of the cotton pad across your skin removed the smeared makeup on your face. Jaemin was amazed you didn’t wake up, especially when he got to your eyes.

His fingers lingered on your face, a sad smile gracing his lips. “I wish things were different, ____.” Jaemin shook his head with a sigh, dropping the used cotton pads into your trash can and setting them next to your bed.

With a glass of water and some Advil at your bedside, Jaemin gave into temptation and pressed a light, lingering kiss to the top of your head before tucking you in and parting from your bedroom.

“Acts of kindness?” Donghyuck echoed. “If I help her out at the library, does that count?”

“She works at the library?” Your mouth was covered by Donghyuck's palm.

“Don’t announce it to the whole coffee shop, ____!” He hissed, yanking his hand away and shaking it out when he felt something slimy brush across his palm. “Okay, ew.”

“Hm, that’d work, try something a little more meaningful though, Hyuck” Yangyang suggested as he stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “I gotta go, botany class starts soon.”

The three of you echoed your goodbyes, turning back to the list on the table once your retreating friend was out of sight.

“So, your crush is one of the librarians?” Jaemin questioned, his face shriveling at his next thought. “Do not sit here and tell me that it’s Mrs. Choi...”

“Gross! No, she has warts on warts.” Hyuck shivered at the very thought of it. “She’s our age.”

Donghyuck could practically see the wheels turning in both of your brains as the two of you tried to work it out. He could also guess when yours and Jaemin’s thought waves seemed to of aligned. He found it slightly freaky how you seemed to have a full conversation with just a look.

“Oh, her.” You nodded your head in approval. “Good choice, Hyuck. She’s a friend of mine, really shy.” You hummed.

“You’re not gonna put in a good word for me, even if I ask… are you?” The man’s shoulders deflated as you shook your head.

“Alright then… What’s after the acts of kindness?”

STEP FOUR: COMPLIMENT TASTEFULLY

Jaemin remembers clearly the day he thought his heart jumped out of his throat and threw itself into the lake.

It was one of the rare occasions that he had invited you to hang out where his friends were - He wouldn’t admit but the only reason he did was that Jeno’s girlfriend was begging at his feet not to be the only girl. So, Jaemin invited you.

His eyes widened at the arctic sleeping bag you pulled from the trunk of your car. “Where did you get that?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug, “What do you think I used when I used to sleep in my car? Takeout wrappers?” His mouth snapped shut as you unzipped the door to your one-person tent, flinging the sleeping bag inside to deal with later. It was only when you had zipped your tent back up did you turn to him again. “Thanks for building the tent for me.” You beamed at him, your hand patting his shoulder in thanks.

“Thanks for driving all our stuff down here. I didn’t realize we had so much.” He glanced around at the half-set-up camp circle. “I should go and help Jisung-ie.”

The two of you went around separately, helping the group set things up, and come nightfall, the nine of you were crowded around the campfire. Jaemin wasn’t listening too much, the brunette was too preoccupied with the way your eyes shone in the moonlight and how the flame from the fire gave your skin a breath-taking glow. He nudged your side with his elbow subtly.

Jaemin was going to compliment you, he was going to tell you how beautiful you looked out there with nature but the words died on his tongue when you looked at him with your showstopping smile. All he could do was nudge the bag of marshmallows toward you.

There was a multitude of reasons why Jaemin couldn't tell you and reason number one was sat across from you both, staring at him with a pointed look across the dancing heat of the fire. Lee Jeno. Jaemin’s best friend nodded his head firmly in your direction, rolling his eyes when Jaemin just shook his head and broke eye contact.

The whole of the three days camping, Jaemin hadn’t had a minute alone with you. Not even on the drive back, with the other car full - Chenle had borrowed his mom’s six-seater - that left three people, including yourself, in your car. So, you, Jaemin, Renjun, and the luggage were in your little two-door car.

The both of you were relieved when you finally arrived home. As much as Renjun was the best company for a two-hour drive, all he did was complain about how little Donghyuck and Chenle helped pack away. It was nice to just have silence.

You had time for a shower and a nap and Jaemin had time to go through the plethora of photographs he took on the trip. He hadn’t realized he took so many, mostly of you. Jaemin stopped on one he took of you by the lake. You were posed beautifully, unaware of the camera pointed toward you. Your smile beaming, the way the sun encased you made you look almost ethereal. Your arm was lifted, eyes locked in fascination on a baby blue butterfly that landed on your index finger.

That was Jaemin’s favorite by far. He had no idea how long he had been staring at the image on his camera, nearly jumping out of his skin when your voice sounded close to his ear. You’d leaned over the back of the couch to take a look.

“Oh, I didn’t know you even took that.” You marveled.

“Hm, It’s one of my favorites.” He murmured quietly, glancing up to watch as you climbed over the back of the piece of furniture to sit next to him.

“The sun makes me look so cool!” You leaned further over, looking at the image in more detail.

Jaemin shook his head, handing the camera over to you. “Nah, You always look that pretty.” He’d said the sentence without thinking.

A light blush coated the apples of your cheeks. Jaemin hadn’t complimented you like this before, no matter how many times you’d longed to hear something like this from your roommate. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest. You wondered for a moment if he meant it but when Jaemin didn’t comment any further on the matter you decided not to ask.

“Oh.” You had no idea what to say in response and Jaemin thought your newfound shyness at his compliment was well worth the slip-up.

From then on, Jaemin made sure to give you subtle compliments every so often. Taking personal satisfaction in the color of your cheeks and the shy smiles that would occur.

“And remember, Hyuck. No pickup lines.” Jaemin spoke slowly, hoping that it would get through his friend's head.

Donghyuck hummed in thought before eventually nodding in defeat. “No pickup lines. Not even one.”

Jaemin looked almost proud, giving his friend a light fist bump. “Go through the steps, I need to know you aren’t going to mess this up.”

Hyuck sighed, lifting the list to read out the steps so far. Both you and Jaemin sitting opposite him in anticipation. “Alright, Step one is befriending.” He thought a moment. “So, like, make a connection so we aren’t strangers?” He trailed off on a question, looking to your faces for confirmation.

If your grins were anything to go by, he was doing fine. “Step two is Get to Know.” He took a sip of his coffee, writing a few notes next to the bullet point. “Like, find out her hobbies, places she likes, TV shows, music, food, and maybe things about her family. That sort of thing.” He sounded confident enough with step two that you or Jaemin didn’t make a single comment.

Donghyuck cleared his throat, pausing on step three. “Gestures of kindness?” His confidence wavered. “Can’t we skip any steps?”

“No, No skipping, You got this, Hyuck. Think about it.” Jaemin was awed at the way you gently encouraged his friend. Jaemin and the rest of his friend group usually took the harsher approach, teasing him to no end.

“Alright,” Donghyuck looked visibly in thought for a moment. “Like offering her a ride home or… or staying behind to help her organize the shelves at the library?”

Jaemin hummed, nodding. “Yeah, if you can work out something more solid that would mean more to her then try that. Otherwise, I think that would work. Or bringing her lunch, If you know what she likes.”

“Got it,” Donghyuck scribbled down more notes. “Step four is Compliment Tastefully.” He looked back and forth between you two. “No pickup lines. But, natural?” He tilted his head at the question.

“Yep, Girls love to hear small compliments. About anything.” You offered, “How we’ve painted our nails? Our hair?” You listed off things for him to jot down on the paper, ending with; “Little and often.”

“Thanks, is that it?” Hyuck glanced down at his notepad again, a frown on his face. “None of this includes actually getting the title of boyfriend.”

“No, there are two more steps. The next thing is..”

STEP FIVE: INVITE OUT ( NOT A DATE )

Jaemin fought tooth and nail for these tickets. He had no idea how much they were going to cost nor how many people were biting to attend the event. He remembers when you scrolled through a TikTok of the exact same event but in Paris, beneath the Eiffel Tower.

The way your face lit up when you shoved the phone in his face, rambling about how cool it was. So, when Jaemin caught wind of there being an outdoor cinema on the hill hosted at your very own University campus over the break, he just had to get you there.

But, how would Jaemin get you there without you thinking that he went through so much trouble just to get you a ticket? He thought of telling you that he found them on the ground but that would be ridiculous. There was no way you’d believe that.

Jaemin thought about it the upcoming week of the event, until the day before. You’d entered the apartment, slamming the door behind you much harsher than Jaemin was used to. His head peeked up from over the back of the couch.

“____?” He was met with angry grumbling, and the thudding of your shoes being dropped onto the floor after taking them off. “You okay?”

“Why do people have to be the way that they are?” Your sudden question stunned him for a moment, Jaemin meekly shrugged.

“Good afternoon to you, as well.” He chuckled softly, rising from the couch and rounding the half wall to the kitchen. Already on autopilot to make you a drink.

“I tried to get tickets for Grease In The Park.” Jaemin froze with his hand mid-way in grabbing a glass from the shelf.

“Oh? Really? How did that go?” He cleared his throat to try and curb the nervous waver in his voice.

He glanced over into the living room, seeing you throw yourself onto the couch with a defeated frown on your face. “Someone said they were selling theirs, so I paid way more than I should have for them and they were fake!” You had every right to be pissed, you wasted money that you could be using for gas and next month's car insurance.

Jaemin visibly relaxed out of your eyeline, filling the glass with soda and walking back to set it on the coffee table in front of you. You peered up at his bright, toothy smile, your frown deepening when he laughed softly.

“I don’t see how this is funny, Jaemin.” You grumbled, your foot jutting out to hit the back of his knee. Jaemin only nudged your legs back to perch on the edge of the couch, fingers tugging open one of the drawers in the wooden coffee table.

He produced to you an envelope, raising an eyebrow as he waved it in front of you. “Just go with me.” He stated simply, “Jeno’s now going with his girlfriend. I got a spare ticket.”

He’d never seen you move so fast, snatching the envelope from his hands to peer inside. “Holy shit! You’re not joking? These are real?” You gasped, catching the holographic authenticity sticker on the tickets. “Jaemin, Oh my god!”

Jaemin let out a grunt as he was tackled by you, his back bracing his fall against the cushions. Jaemin stilled for only a moment until he relaxed, his arms winding around your back to gently pat along your spine. “Is that a yes?”

It was and the very next day you were flattening out a picnic blanket under a blossom tree on the hill. The perfect spot to get the best view. If anybody stood up, it wouldn't obstruct your view and it was perfect. You’d insisted that you and Jaemin pack a cooler of snacks and some sandwiches, and much to his surprise you’d packed a Two-ball Screwball each.

Jaemin honestly couldn’t recall the plot of the movie, you were amazed he had never seen Grease before. Even after watching it underneath the blossom tree in the greenery behind the University's main building, Jaemin couldn’t recite the storyline. All Jaemin could remember was watching you with stars in your eyes as you belted out the lyrics to nearly every song.

As the fading notes to You’re The One That I Want got quieter, you turned to him. Jaemin loved you like this, unapologetically you. Cheeks red from the excitement and singing, eyes wide and wondrous in the nature's air. And then you floored him, leaning over to press a meaningful kiss to his cheek.

His lips parted in surprise, his own giddy smile widening as you pulled back an inch to look at him. “Thanks, Jaemin.” You whispered between you. “This has been the best movie theatre experience ever.” and with that, you tugged the spare blanket around the both of you, naturally hugging into Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin complained before about the effort to get the tickets but in that moment he vowed that he would do it again ten times over just to relive this moment.

“You’ve got to make it sentimental. Somewhere she’s always wanted to go but don’t overdo it.” Jaemin pointed at Hyuck in a warning.

“Don’t overdo it? How much do you think this place pays me?” He snorted, gesturing to the coffee shop the three of them had been sitting in since Hyuck’s shift ended two hours ago.

“They’d probably pay you more if you did your job and stopped giving us free coffee.” You shrugged, poking at Donghyuck’s shoulder.

“I’m not even on shift right now!” Donghyuck protested, slapping his hand down on the table. “Do you really want me to start charging you for coffee?”

Jaemin’s lips tugged into a fond smile, letting his friends argue as he slid the paper and pen back toward himself to write the final two steps. He stared at it for a few moments, glancing up at you only once before nodding his head and flipping the paper face down.

Your playful stint with Donghyuck ended as Jaemin stood from his seat, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “I’ve written the last two steps down.” He began, avoiding your eyes. “I got class in fifteen.”

Jaemin swiftly left you both sitting there, Hyuck already scrolling on his phone when you nudged him. “Aren’t you going to look at step six and seven?” You nudged the paper toward him.

“Eh, read ‘em to me.” Donghyuck shrugged, glancing up at you from his game.

You rolled your eyes, reaching over for the paper. You flipped it over, skimming over the last two steps. Your heart stilled, your body seizing in shock as your brain caught up.

“Oh my god, I’m an idiot.” You whispered, Donghyuck finally glancing over to you.

“I could have told you that, but why?” His head shoved into your eyeline to look at the paper.

‘STEP SIX: WAIT FOR HER TO NOTICE’

“So? Why are you an idiot?” He looked puzzled, eyeing your frozen form carefully.

“Look at this list,” You wave it almost frantically. “Jaemin has done every single one of these things for me.”

“Oh, Yeah. That’s cause he’s in love with you.” Your friend said casually, your head snapping in his direction.

“What?” You choked in disbelief, dropping the list to the table once more.

“I’m surprised you haven’t caught on yet,” Hyuck laughed, “Kinda tragic if you ask me, unrequited love and all.” He yelped when he received a smack to the forearm.

“It’s not unrequited!” It was almost comical how his eyes widened at your exclamation.

“Then go and find him, look at step seven.”

STEP SEVEN: CONFESS

You left the coffee shop in a clumsy mess, nearly headbutting the door on your way out. Honestly, you were beating yourself up over this. Just how long had you been tiptoeing around each other like this? How long had Jaemin been waiting for you to notice?

Of course, there were some intrusive thoughts shoved into the chaos of your mind. Like; What if you were overlooking this? What if Hyuck was lying? What if Jaemin had gotten bored of waiting for you and moved on already?

You skidded to a stop at your front door, suddenly remembering he wasn’t home. Jaemin was in class for at least two hours and you’d just run all the way back to the apartment to confess to him. However, with one whiff of your body, whilst taking your shoes off, you were glad he wasn’t home yet. It allowed you to shower, do your hair, and spritz some of your favorite perfume over yourself.

When Jaemin arrived home, he found you pacing the length of the living room. He wondered if you’d wear the carpet out at this rate. “Did Hyuck understand the last two points okay?” The question hung in the air as he straightened from removing his shoes.

Jaemin knew that this was make or break. You either caught on to his subliminal message or it went right over your head and he would have to revoke the entire list. Though, the look you gave him at that moment said you understood very well.

“How long?” Your voice was a mere whisper, fingers tangling amongst themselves as your feet came to a stop at the end of the couch.

Silence. Jaemin said nothing, his backpack falling from his shoulder to make a dull sound on the carpet. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, Jaemin was having trouble reading your expression. He wasn’t sure if the tears that were overspilling your eyes were a good thing or not. His teeth bit into his cheek.

“Jaemin, how long?” You moved in closer, your voice was desperate.

“A… a while.” He mumbled. “Too long,” He shook his head, suddenly finding the stain on the carpet much more interesting than the tears that spelled the pain on your face.

You sniffled, closing the gap between you to gently cup his cheeks with your palms and lift his gaze back onto yours. Jaemin caved, leaning into your loving touch with eyes fluttering closed. Warm hands cupped over your own.

“Please,” You’d never heard such vulnerability in Jaemin’s voice. “Let me down gently, ____.”

Jaemin’s eyes opened slowly, already feeling the numbness of rejection seep into his bones. But, you just shook your head with a watery smile. It made him hurt more, his first thought wondering if you were intentionally going to make him suffer for this.

“Oh, Jaem, I don’t plan to let you down at all.” Your whispered words were like a wash of color in skies of grey.

Jaemin’s breath of relief relaxed his shoulders and he wasted no time in connecting your lips. His kiss was gentle, surprisingly so for how long he had been waiting for you. Your lips were soft and he could taste the remanence of the drink you’d had earlier. Your lips slotted over Jaemin’s like they were made to be there, like a missing puzzle piece. It felt right.

It was you who pulled away first, slowly opening your eyes to smile shyly at him. “I love you, Jaemin.”

“I love you, ____”

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dalivanmagritte · 9 months

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NCT FIC REC : LEE JENO

back to the nct fic rec

Jeno fic rec part.2

lionheart (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au, knight!au, monarch!au)

premium boy-toy (fav, smut, stripper!au)

step on a crack, dr.lee's gonna break your back (fav, smut)

wanna know what it's like (fav, smut)

yours to tame (fav, fluff, smut, knight!au, princess!au, royal!au)

koi no yokan (fav, smut, abo!au)

slick pup (fav, pervert!au, smut)

prince of wolves (fav, smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)

i suddenly realize my archnemesis is hot (fav,fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

pride & perjudice (fav, fluff, angst, smut)

secret (smut, fluff, sub!jeno (kink discovery))

my sunset is yours (fluff, hogwarts!au)

helping hand (fluff, hogwarts!au)

sweet lies (smut, angstish, ghost!jeno!au)

heatstroke (mechanic!au, smut)

transfiguration spell (smut, fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

sinking ships (smut, sailor!au, mermaid!au, horror!au)

tattooist!jeno (fluff, angst, tattooist!au, florist!au)

himbo (smut, himbo!jeno)

cute little intern (smut, ceo!au, intern!au)

mine only (smut)

possessive dad! (smut, pregnancy!au, soon to be parents!au)

ridin' club switching lanes (smut, streeracer!au)

sweet fury (smut)

rainfall (fluff)

the deal (fluff, college!au)

cigarettes after sex (fluff, angstish, suggestive, college!au)

just so you know x jaemin (smut)

change in you (smut, vampire!au, georgian-era!au)

puppy (smut, supernatural!au, werewolf!au)

sunshine (fluff, angst, mermen!jeno)

hit the breaks! (serie, smut, streetracer!au, mechanics!au)

rich purity (serie, smut, virgin!au)

the lucky one (fluff, angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of morpheus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of apollo (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of shadows (part of elysios serie, fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

the tale older than time (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

late night company (fluff, comfort angst, demigod!au)

scream (smut (dirty smutt), halloween!au, ghostface!jeno)

possessive jeno (smut, roommate)

a different kind of exercise (smut, personal trainer!au)

the rock of gibraltar (smut)

jeno uses his strength against you (smut)

why dying my hair was the best decision of my life (fluff)

the bat & dove (smut, fluff, mafia!au, racer!jeno)

do you even know how to have fun? (angst to fluff, badboy!au)

take my breath (smut, abo!au)

puppy pound (smut, abo!au)

jealous (smut, abo!au)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

destiny (smut, abo!au)

i'm a mouse duh! x jaemin (smut)

they're roommates x jaemin (smut)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

stepbro alpha jeno (smut, abo!au, stepbro!au)

day6: overstimulation (smut)

day19: pet play (smut)

banana (smut)

guardian gloves (smut, angstish, boxer!au)

teddy bear (smut)

strong jeno (smut)

codename : monster (smut)

his order (smut, ceo!au)

sli(ck-p)up (smut, perv!jeno)

fireproof (smut, brotherbf!au, college!au)

size kink (smut)

only 'til dawn (smut, badboy!jeno, goodgirl!reader)

little wifey (smut, husband!au)

pretzel (smut, abo!au)

hard dom! (smut)

wrapped around your fingers (smut)

phone fuck me (smut, ghostface!au)

my first and last (smut, college!au)

the sequel x jaemin (smut, ghostface!au, halloween!au)

incubus!jeno (smut, incubus!au)

summer hair = forever young (smut, fluff)

cookie jar x jaemin (smut, stepbrother!au)

perv!jeno (smut, roommates!au, perv!au)

monster in hiding (smut, stalking!au)

can't take it? (smut)

can you handle it? x johnny, jaehyun, jaemin (smut)

ascention to the throne (serie, smut, royal!au, prince!au, political!au)

baby trapping (smut, sugardaddy!au)

shameless (smut, stepson!au)

undone (noncon, smut)

teddy bear -> our sick story, thus far x haechan (dubcon, smut)

stepbro!jeno part.2 (DUBCON, smut, stepbrother!au)

behind closed doors x haechan (smut, slight dubcon, stepbro!au)

the walls are thin x jaemin (DUBCON, smut)

shoplifter x mark (dubcon, smut, bodyguard!au, stepfather!au)

switch -> chain x johnny (dubcon, smut, neighbour?au)

arcade (continuation of switch/chain, smut)

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seokka0o · 6 months

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𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨

ғʀᴏᴍ. sᴇᴏᴋᴋᴀ0ᴏ

Synopsis: Your relationship seemed great, but only those inside the storm can say how difficult it is, Anton was a great bystander, he was always very attentive, but he got tired of just being someone to watch you slowly suffer and after an incident, he starts wanting to take the position as your boyfriend.

Pairing: Lee Chanyoung x afab!reader

Contain: friends to lovers; college!Au; toxic relationship; Cheating;lies and alcohol consumption

Featuring: Riize and Chenle from nct

Warning: This chapter contain smut; drunk sex; protected sex;

Author; This is my 1k followers event. I will make three chapters of this story available, since it was supposed to be a longer fiction I divided them to make it easier to read. Hope you like it.

English is not my first language, so there may be some grammar errors

Chapter I: The fine line between you and me

You were fucked from head to toe. Not because it was entirely your fault either, but that lack of complicity in your relationship was something detestable in your opinion. Something that took you so long to build with someone just going down the drain because of simple everyday things left aside and who would it be like being stuck in it for any emotional issue, you were so comfortable that it didn't seem to hurt the fact that Chenle treated you as if you didn't exist, basically, it was a facade couple, the type that doesn't mind being in that role, because in everyone's eyes you are perfect, but within the relationship everything was in ruins.

He was too good. Popular, rich, very charismatic, his group of friends, all equally popular, from a more renowned college made the whole situation worse. Chenle had an easy smile, besides being too handsome to be so friendly, he was sociable in his own way, full of compliments to give and sell to everyone, everything that was good came from him, because he was the sun, because he shone, and you were someone who also gave in too easily. Despite his charms and the way he's with you now, Chenle was great in the first years of the relationship, but there's nothing you can do when everything is worn out.

Much of sustaining this situation came from the support of your best friend. Anton was always very positive about the relationship from the beginning, even if from time to time he tried to point out certain things that seemed too wrong. his complacency would never be able to tell you directly that Chenle was a fucking asshole and didn't deserve your attention in any way, your forgiveness or even your desire to save that relationship.

Which would also be a mistaken thought on his part, you were accommodating, and would remain there if you were going to depend on Chenle and his lack of equal disposition, in technical and correct terms, you deserved each other, that relationship was rubbish and neither of you seemed to get along.

In any case, having a friend like Anton was a privilege that you would give yourself until the end, his participation in this relationship was integral, from the first hook-up to the request for an official, extravagant date, the first fights and disagreements, distrust, jealousy , detreatment. When you cried, he was the one who was with you to help you, regardless of everything, in the end it would be the two of you trying to help each other and it may sound wrong, which in fact it was, but Anton was very good to you.

You had fought again. What was supposed to be a weekend date turned into a horror show and Chenle just left without saying anything, leaving you abandoned. The desire to tell everyone to fuck off was stuck in your throat from early on, the lack of enthusiasm, despite Halloween having passed, some parties were still going on, you were in the comfort of your bed and your cell phone was beeping non-stop, it was Anton, whining about not wanting alone.

"Fuck it, y/n, when was the last time we hung out?" The delicate tone of Anton's voice made you laugh, he was adorable, a very present friend, you loved him from the bottom of your heart, alluding to the way your boyfriend always hated him - "I hate tall men, none of them are any good" - you should having imagined imminent envy, reaching the point where he even tried to make you move away, something that didn't work, it was too difficult for you to live without Anton and over time and Chenle just gave up, as he did with everything that had to do with you and that relationship

"I don't know, Anton, I'm not in the mood" you whimpered, looking at the costume you had agreed with him to go, you as an angel and him as a black angel, it wasn't a big deal, but he seemed very offended. "Chenle won't go"

"I don't care, honestly, this is one of the last parties you'll have, let's go" he was still in the comfort of his own room, adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, waiting for you to say something "So you are going?"

You pondered, not in dead silence, your body dumped on the bed, you found yourself thinking about the last time you could have fun like this, the costume you could wear, even the friends you hadn't seen for so long, it would be cool, you could go out better than expected, so what did it cost? Anton was already so willing to make this move forward and he wouldn't give up for anything, much less like it if by chance it wasn't

"Yes, Anton, just give me some time so I can get ready." You grumbled leaving your comfort, after going to the bathroom.

"Half an hour and I'm ready"

You didn't wait for him to say anything, you hung up immediately, taking off your clothes to go straight to the shower. At certain points you couldn't deny the fact that you rarely did things for you, Chenle was in other places, other parties with his friends, so for you to have the right to do the same wasn't unreasonable, it had been for some time. You didn't care about the types of eyes that directed you around college, there was nothing new, so you gave yourself this opportunity to just go out with someone you actually like.

You got ready quickly, the white clothes followed by angel wings, the halo on your head, the makeup in shades of white and silver, you looked beautiful, radiant, so pleasant to see that you got a little excited to go to the party and like a divine sign the cell phone vibrated, they had arrived and you just grabbed your things and got out, running to the sidewalk where you found Eunseok in the driver's seat.

“Hey y/n, how are things going?” He rests his arm on the window next to him and you smile. Eunseok was a funny figure, you should remember to get his number for a friend of yours from college, according to Anton he's not the type to get along with people, It would be interesting to make a small investment for a close friend.

“Well, I would say,” you replied, opening the passenger door and getting in, looking to the side as a body emerged from the back seat to lean against those in front. Black clothes, black wings, horns, makeup in shades of black and brown, Anton looked very handsome in that costume, even more so than you, and you can easily admit it.

“Hey baby” he smiled and you smiled back.

“Hey” you replied

"So does that mean that today y/n is single?" Eunseok asked, starting the car, taking to the empty streets of an early Friday night, the weather was mild, not too hot, not too cold, you like it, it's comfortable.

"Single? O- oh I didn't understand well" you commented trying to free yourself

"Hyung, you can't pressure people like that" Anton commented with a suggestive smile. "Let's just assume so…"

"I found out he's on the other side of the city, you know, these guys who hang out with him are a little out of the box." Eunseok added, demonstrating his total dissatisfaction with the presence of Chenle and his noisy friends "a lot of money for a small size, maybe that's why he doesn't like Anton"

"Not really, Chenle just being…Chenle, you know?" You tried to get around the subject, you knew that none of them were willing to answer and that's why you just left it alone, that silence was enough to tell you that everything sounded wrong even to outsiders, inside you it seemed even more difficult to discern. the frustrated relationship that took place.

You got out of the car when it stopped, loud music, lots of people, you followed the flow inside with your friends, everyone had been there having fun apparently for over an hour on end, Wonbin smiled at you in the Lobby polite as always and he followed destiny close to Shotaro, handing him another drink. You followed Anton to the kitchen and Eunseok slipped closer to Sungchan. You handpicked the flavor of the energy drink that would accompany the vodka and then mixed it, making Anton breathe out in a relaxed laugh.

"Wow Y/n, you really aren't joking around today" Anton poured himself a beer, patting it on his body to toast and brought it to his lips to take a good sip."let your rich boy know this"

"I don't feel like talking about my relationship, Chanyoung, let's just enjoy it" You don't hesitate to say, your cell phone was in Chanyoung's pocket, who apparently had a higher alcohol capacity than yours, so you wouldn't have to bother to check calls and messages that would not arrive. That whole facade wouldn't be maintained by you and everyone who stopped by to take a look at you unaccompanied already proved that you would have a huge headache, but that they certainly didn't worry about that today.

"You're in charge " He said politely, leaning against the counter and then you went in to drink. Several flavors mixed with , a horrible combination that ran your system fast.

You knew it was an exaggeration, you were with Chanyoung all this time, talking about the week, about that flirtation he had and didn't work out, about the other boys' lives which, as always, were too busy for you to keep up with. You missed them, being with them without your egocentric boyfriend getting involved and you even considered breaking up in the middle of this conversation you were having, seeing how much more happy could be away from that.

A short time later Eunseok reappears suggesting beerpong and you move to the living room, first competitors Sohee and Seunghan were at the end of the round when Seunghan couldn't handle the pressure of the beer and gave up. You laughed quietly at the other's lack of firm grip and signed Sohee to have his victorious man dance.

The music was very loud, at this point. you entered the match with Shotaro, luckily in the first rounds you had the advantage, but soon the number of times you drank increased, a lot of beer in your system, you were never good at containing the alcohol content when it comes to beer, so it doesn't take too long to weigh. However, far from giving up on the game he had started, it was a matter of principle.

"Take it easy, we've just arrived" Anton policed you very quickly, he knew you weren't taking it easy, but you didn't listen, as always, stubbornness was getting to your head, you were so frustrated that you didn't even notice that, you start to lose the control.

It had been a long time since you talked to them and how excited they all seemed to be in your presence. It's all to new to you understand that you're discounting your feelings in alcohol and you don't need to Anton to warning you about that.

"Do you see y/n drinking more than you hyung? Will drop?" Commented Sungchan next to you, looking at Shotaro's upset figure

"You will never take my post, y/n! " Shotaro had the determination and the will…but he certainly didn't have the stomach.

After the game that you won at the cost of a lot, you took your destiny to the dance floor, you had already lost your friends and took body to dance, let the sweat carry the alcohol out, but the more it danced, it seemed to rise and it left you dizzy.

You saw Wonbin making out with someone in the right corner, he escaped very early to be exact and you just laughed, seeing little by little everyone dispersed to their respective interests, Your skin was numb and your eyes were closed, you were immersed, when Anton passed through the crowd and found you to join, you smiled and approached him

"I was looking for you" He bent down to quote in your ear, with that you hugged him.

"I'm here, darling!" you replied, pulling him to dance with you. Anton laughed casually, he held you so you wouldn't fall, you could smell his alcohol too, which was funny, because he was so firm, so firm in his attitude,but also so friendly , if your boyfriend was half that maybe you wouldn't feel so upset.

"You shouldn't exaggerate so much y/n..."Anton started a little worried, a little drunk, but sure of what he was doing, he grabbed your body by the waist, keeping you firmly close to his.

Yes you were going insane, your neuron didn't want to share the information anymore, this whole thing about dancing with Chanyoung was going to spread around the campus and you knew what would happen, but it was actually good, just for Chenle who didn't even think twice about leaving you in house planted to go to a party. As always, you would not treat it with due proportions.

"Don't tell me what to do too~...I...I'm fed up with this " You complained with a choked voice, taking advantage of the contrast to slower music and laid your head on his shoulder

"Sorry" Anton caught the rhythm of your body, letting you rock slowly, in silence for as long as you preferred. His cologne mixed with your perfume, you were trapped in your world like Anton always tried to do.

"Are you okay? I think I want to go home " You couldn't have stayed there for more than four hours, and now you knew you had exaggerated too much, but it was worth the experience of enjoying yourself with your friends, even if it was just for a while. "You can call a taxi for me...I'll come back alone."

"Hm? No, I'm going with you, I think Eunseok hyung is leaving too " Anton said quietly, awkwardly and then you took your destination outside, finding Eunseok intact waiting in the car. "You know that I don't party alone, even though you abandoned me in the last few months"

"I didn't abandon..." You whispered near the vehicle, you had no way of justifying yourself and you wouldn't, you wouldn't have that condition or that courage, not when it comes to Anton and his surgical tongue.

"I will never come driving again! You guys are just a lot of work " Eunseok hadn't put a drop of alcohol in his mouth, he was and upset about having to go to the trouble of serving as an Uber for all his friends in all party they go "See, even Y/n drank..."

In the end, all destinies end there, Sohee was in the front seat, behind there were seunghan, sungchan, shotaro, with only one space left.

"There's no space " You said tearfully.

"Go on in Chanyoung's lap!" Shotaro commented in a clear intoxication "I'm in a hurry"

"Okay~" You mumbled "Anton ~come in"

"But…"He replied

"Come in!" You demanded, he entered and you followed, sitting awkwardly on his lap. With hands adorning your hips to keep you in place, you then slammed the door.

"Y/n, does your boyfriend know you're sitting on someone else's lap?" Sohee said from the front seat.

"Chanyoung are my friend, nothing more than that" You said back, feeling the car start to ride

"Even so, I don't know if I would like it very much" Sohee continued to joke.

"It doesn't make any difference...any...for him " You said upset, cutting the joking atmosphere even without your intention. Anton pulled you subtly trying to comfort you.

"Okay, sorry, let's just go" Sohee snuggled into the seat and you started off in that silence. Anton was a little too immersive, the alcohol started to rise in earnest as the vehicle rocked, which left him too caught up in the idea of you being so comfortable on his lap, which wasn't right, but the subtle flavor of that prohibition It started to make him want to walk around with intentions he didn't have with you.

The long fingers on your hips, you weren't fitted into him, but he had noticed your ass showing through your clothes, he could just pull himself a little to feel you, nothing big, it wasn't like Chenle would find out, just a test, just once. You were never this close, for you to allow him to touch you freely, to give him the approval to squeeze your hips so precisely and subtly pull you on top of him. You gave in with your body limp, spinning, you smiled, snuggling, thinking it was his method of keeping you safe, but you were hyperventilating, the pressure of your body threw Anton into another dimension, his head spinning non-stop with the information that he could make you his so easily, but a poorly thought out idea, harshly cut off when the car stopped.

"We have arrived " The cut was dry, Eunseok stopped in front of his house and then Anton returned to reality, a little shy due to the condition, but letting go of you so he could open the door.

"I'm going to leave y/n at home" Anton commented, as you opened the car door, getting out disoriented, you turned to the door and bowed to everyone.

"Thanks for the ride!" You said choked up, waving your hand at everyone.

"Be careful, you two" Eunseok guided more as a friend than anything. Anton waved his hand and left too, slamming the door, now you walked arm in arm into the house. A comfortable silence, the night seemed very beautiful, you stopped at the door to enter when Anton walked away. Right now was where he drew the line, he didn't know what could happen if he had the brilliant idea of entering.

"What? "You asked.

"I'm going home" he dictated

"No...chanyoung stays here with me today...no one is home"you said, accentuating the problem

"Y/n I can't " he said

"Yes you can, just come...I don't want to be alone, you can sleep in the guest room" You said, leaving the door open for him. Anton trembled, he knew he shouldn't, he looked from one side to the other, grunted and then went inside, locking the door as he did so.

You directed him to the guest room, next to yours, handed over some of your dad's pajamas that could fit and then fled to your room. Trembling with the discomfort between your legs, Anton's pushing and pulling in the car caused more than a few mixed feelings, and even though he thought you hadn't noticed, you clearly felt each and every action he had taken at the first opportunity.

When the situation is not conducive, it will pass with a painful slowness, the one that tortures, you made your way to the room, you were on your bed, looking at the window, the alcohol was still in your system, you saw everything slightly blurred, frustration, sadness , anger, you just wanted to cry, you were feeling guilty for going out without your boyfriend, for being so horny because of anton attitudes, for let him sleep in your house and besides all that your cell phone without a single notification. Stories, photos, videos, everything about how Chenlee seemed too satisfied to remember that he had a partner, you were tired, drained in that relationship curse, but still without any ability to say goodbye. You swallowed your tears, got out of your bed, your bare feet, like cat's paws, went to the next room, you went in, Anton wasn't sleeping, his eyes met yours, in your expectation, in your cluelessness . But messing up your feelings wanted to push you towards the easy feeling that your best friend causes in you.

"Did something happen? " He asked as you approached.

"No" You stammered

"Are you sure? " Anton questions once again, you push him with your body and then lie down next to him, at first reluctantly he held your arm. "Y/n, no, you can't"

You laughed mockingly, hugged Anton's body and adjusted the blanket between your bodies.

"Who cares? " You asked

"You know the answer well, I'm your friend, it shouldn't be like that " He had a delicate tone of voice, low, whenever it sounded too close to your ears it made your skin crawl, for different sensations, you liked it more than that would admit it. " We drank too much, you should go back to your room."

"Hm...yes, you're always so good to me, Chanyoung, but I'm not interested in leaving here" You hugged him tightly, Anton on the defensive, you had definitely gone crazy, overlooking his thoughtless decisions. Anton was always handsome, you never denied it, your head out of place denouncing the shit you were willing to do to get rid of the situation of being left aside " Could you kiss me?"

"What?' Anton was avoiding looking at you and you knew what that was.

"Why not? You seemed to like the car, as I was on top of you" You played, induced, put a leg around his torso, climbed up, stopping on his lap "Do you like me?"

"n-no " Anton snorted, he didn't want to let out that intrusive feeling of yours, but you were ready to win. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It's only us here, no one will know, Anton" You sighed and leaned towards him " Let's cheat a little , show me what he will never be able to do. I can be whatever you want me to be."

You had definitely lost your mind, if before Eunseok's warnings didn't seem to make sense, now they did, the faces close in a microspace, hot, strong, the silence was significant, Anton grabbed you with an overwhelming force, putting you to lie down in bed. You couldn't, you shouldn't, but he saw in the depth of your gaze just as he felt his own body vibrate at the mention.

"Okay, let's cheat" He started with your neck, open mouth kisses, his tongue sliding down your neck, you moaned softly, he was too big to fit between your legs for sure. Your fingers clung to the strands of his hair, holding on to the desperation of that feeling, Anton didn't kiss your mouth as he wanted, he didn't mark your neck as he wanted, despite his drunkenness, he was sure of that, his big hands digging into your pajamas in search of the your chest exposed to play with, your nipples hard, you had been wet since before, which betrays your anticipation.

The pinch was subtle in tone, you were moaning so delicately, so beautiful, the sensitive body of someone who hadn't been touched in so long, his hips against yours simulating thrusts, Anton wondered what the hell was getting involved even though the hand was already trying to remove your t-shirt and leave you naked from the torso up.

The sensation of the exposed body made your skin crawl, hidden under the semi-darkness of the room you began to lose yourself in the intrusive idea “if he were you maybe I would be happier” completely wrong, distorted, the alcohol that hadn't even left the system wanting pushing the pleasure down your throat, you trembled at the feeling of his fingers touching your nipple, the kiss on your neck marking the skin superficially, tongue slipping between your chest and running to one of your nipples, circling, sucking, your moan sending good vibrations to Anton lost his temper at the first sensation of his dick hurting inside his clothes.

You felt him hard touching your body through your pajamas, now raw, desperate, you were ready for the consequences for everything, because you knew well in your unconscious mind that regret wouldn't be something you would feel fully, not in these conditions, not when it was Anton give in so sweetly. Sighing and grunting in that way that was so sly and yet firm enough to make you want him inside you so desperately.

He hovered over you, Anton wanted to kiss you, show you, but even drunk he knew where to put the shit he did. His hand invaded your shorts with a wealth of precision, you felt your insides compress, you moaned at the top of your lungs when he began to play with your pussy, his long, firm fingers making trails that not even you alone were capable of making, leaving sensations and moans along the way, you were so wet that Anton's fingers were getting lost, slipping easily between your lips, your entrance, applying pressure, but without penetrating, going up again to your button to circle and press.

“Feels good….oh-oh chanyoung, please” you were losing your voice, he loved your drunken desperation, how now it didn’t make any difference because you were already over the limit anyway. Eyes dark with pure desire, he smiled at you.

“What kind of situation did you put yourself in, right?” He had won, whatever the comparison was, it wouldn't make any difference, he would make you his person, his partner, no matter who, what method, Anton would now make you uniquely his, as if he were a wolf in a lamb's clothing all this time, lurking for the opportunity, he would take you out of chenle's arms, he would make you slip into his arms, once and for all, because in your life there was never anyone more ideal than him for this role.

“Just fuck me already” you whimpered, squirming against Anton's arms, his fingers fingering you like an instrument, focused on different points, soon he got tired of playing, to pull your already out of use clothes, he left with an ease he never imagined he would have. The clothes making their way to the floor, he did the same to him, his head dizzy, you body realized what was about to happen , when you visualized him putting on the condom so responsible you felt everything start to get lost inside you, you didn't seem worried at all, just as drunk, you needed to recover from your heavy breathing. he was between your legs, and then he entered you as if he already knew the way, the drawn out moan ran through your lips you were consummating, he began to fuck you slowly.

You pulled Anton to you carefully , kisses all over his face, making him tremble eager to feel your lips, but to no avail, you slipped to his earlobe where you kissed the pretty earring and hugged him, feeling him fill inside and the response come out through your lips directly to his ears.

He let his arm waver, his body gave in to you tremblingly, his hips were frequent, rhythmic thrusts, for him to understand the waters, and little by little you began to synchronize.

Your fingers went into the strands of his hair, which you began to pull, he, on the other hand, raised his hips with more force, accelerating, his lips harmonizing gibberish, meaningless moans, the dim light gave a vague mention of the bodies nestled together, shiny, the heat made the skin sweat, the feeling of stuffiness rising.

The tension was increasing, Anton kept his arms resting on the side of your face, even though he felt very ashamed he wanted to see on your face everything you had to spill, how good he was doing you to the point that tears appeared in the corner of your eyes, your body was reacting quickly, the frames were beating, you bit your lip desperately, a little off your axis, you closed your eyes feeling everything explode, your lips letting out loud meows for Anton, he was satisfied, nothing nothing difference, now that you got where you wanted, he would just take it until the end, putting his body upright to open your legs and hold you, at that moment he was fucking you so hard that you forgot you had just had an orgasm, your body was That's it, he went deep, grumbling at your nasal tone and then he too lost himself in the immensity, reaching his limit, feeling his body much more drunk than before, Anton left you and fell to the side, leaving both your bodies Breathing, eyes static, you wouldn't say anything, shouldn't, couldn't make the condition worse.

You didn't even notice when you fell asleep, you were too drunk, your body was tired, you felt like you were in a dream and if only you could barely open your eyes when you woke up again, sunlight coming through the crack, you were alone, but the feeling it was there, you looked at the clock, it was Sunday, so you were fine, the issue was everything else, your body without clothes, headaches, body aches, and the first flash.

"Shit." you mumbled, you turned in bed from one side to the other aimlessly, your naked body covered by the sheets, your fingers wandered over the thin fabric, your eyes fixed on the window, without completely understanding, you brought the piece of fabric to your face and felt it. His smell and that made you want to cry, for having been stupid enough to let this happen, having played with a friendship and that most likely everything would have been destroyed. But the inescapable way he made you feel after fucking you in the height of desperation, there was no way of knowing where it came from, nor where it would go, but you were feeling the thin line between you and Anton collapsing, bursting, as if that friendship was nothing more than a stupid excuse to keep him close…you felt horrible.

You were in the middle of your moral collapse, thinking about all the decisions you've made in life when the doorbell rang. You considered pretending not to be at home, but you were persistent, so you got up, picked up your clothes from the floor and put them on, bitterly, you left the room and walked slowly to the entrance of your house, not in the mood to talk, considering you were a neighbor on the door and then a large bouquet of sunflowers. The smell of grass came straight to your nose, making it itch, you felt anxious, it seemed like he had the gift of smelling trouble, with that he emerged from behind the smiling man, his face heavy with a hangover, damn Chenle and the perfect timing, your body still memorized from the fuck you received earlier and him in front of you, like your boyfriend ready for reconciliation. You found yourself desperate inside.

“I came to see you and I brought a gift" he said.

#Riize smut #Riize imagines #Riize hard hours #Anton smut #Anton hard hours #Anton imagines #anton x reader #riize x reader

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plutowon · 9 months

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CHACONNE

“what’s your favorite scary movie ?”

pairing: enhypen x reader

genre: half scomed au half narration thriller / horror au whodunit some comedy angst

warnings: murder (duh) gore blood graphic depictions of violence and stabbing some slight nsfw themes mentions of abuse bullying dysfunctional families ptsd unhealthy trauma responses and coping mechanisms manipulation anything that you would find in a scream movie

synopsis: the gruesome murder of old friends makes y/n realize that her “ordinary” life and her “ordinary” friends aren’t all they seem to be

feat: enhypen, ive, itzy, aespa, nct dream, le sserafim

taglist: open just send an ask

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mins-fins · 16 days

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SKYLINE HIGHLIGHTS

❝ look carefully, it's a shame.. ❞

in which. you are only looking to work at the titular skyline highlights for two reasons. one: the pay is exceptionally great for your position, and two: it's your shot to prove to your family that you can actually do something productive with your life, but oh you're such an idiot, because you weren't exactly sure what you were getting yourself into. if you knew this company could potentially be haunted, your bosses were weird freaks, and your coworkers were the most impulsively stupid people in the world, would you have taken this job? absolutely not. but you guess you needed some sort of thrill in your life.

𖥻 pairing nct 127 x male reader

𖥻 genre modern au, paranormal horror(?), office workers!127, also kinda ghost hunters!127, written series, fluff, comedy, some angst, also some horror, mainly unserious, based off that little agency 127 skit they did during ay-yo era 😭, romance, slow burn, pining

𖥻 warnings swearing, explicit language, sexual humor, toxic family dynamics, mentions of toxic workplace environments, mentions of death, ghosts and shit, fighting, mentions of alcohol consumption & smoking

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❝ if this moment that will pass by.. ❞

──── ⭒ INTROS reaching for the skies!! 𖦹 the rest of the clouds

──── ⭒ TABLE OF CONTENTS i. wait THATS the new guy!? ii. cubicle gossiping iii. THIS IS WHY NOBODY LIKES YOU!! iv. the girls are fighting…… v. ghosthunting is the new romantic segway more chapters tba..

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#☆ skyline highlights! 일이칠..#nct 127 #nct 127 au #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 series #moon taeil #johnny suh #lee taeyong #nakamoto yuta #kim doyoung #jeong jaehyun #kim jungwoo #mark lee #lee donghyuck #nct 127 x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{21} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Wooyoung & Jongho)

Words: 9,260

Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyerism, Oral (Fem. receiving), a shit ton of praise. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This is my first time writing a smut like this, so please bear with me. I really hope you all enjoy it, I didn’t actually end the chapter how I thought it would end, but I'll just end the next one how I originally planned this chapter to end. That being said, I don’t think the next chapter will be extremely long then, but I will warn you, shit is about to go down. For now, enjoy this fluffy smut! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - Part Eighteen - Part Nineteen - Part Twenty - Mini Masterlist

A low hum escapes your lips as you bury yourself deeper into the comfort of your warm blankets. It’s been about two weeks since you made up with Seonghwa, and currently, you’re taking things one day at a time. Now, they seem to have a council meeting every few days to see if any news has appeared regarding Miyeon and her two dangerous male partners. You don’t know why, but you have this ominous feeling that she’s going to act soon.

Just as you feel your subconscious fading once more into the land of dreams, you are reminded of what woke you in the first place.

The sound of buzzing coming from right beside your head has you groggily reaching towards your phone. Blinking a few times, you register faintly who’s calling you before you’re answering on the third ring.

“Reina?” Your voice is somewhat strained as you press your phone to your ear. “What’s wrong?”

A moment of silence before you hear her sniffling on the other end.

Immediately, your eyes are flinging open as you sit up in bed. Worry pulls at your features as you hear her crying over the phone.

“What happened?” You move the covers off of yourself, standing to your feet in an instant as you shove your slippers on.

“I-“ she sobs, “I-“

“Reina-“

“NCT!” She sobs into your ear, and you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.

“For fuck’s sake, Reina!” You playfully scold her. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“WayV’s comeback!” She continues. “It’s… it’s… immaculate!”

“And here I was thinking your ex tried contacting you again.” You huff, shaking your head.

“Have you seen the Phantom music video, yet?” She asks, completely ignoring your statement.

“No, I’ve been sleeping.” You retort, sitting back onto the edge of the bed. “You know, like I usual do at this time.”

“Oh, shut up. It’s already noon.” The way she rolls her eyes at you is clear in her tone. “You need to go and watch this music video right now.”

“Babes, I-“

“Winwin has lines,” she cuts you off.

A moment of silence passes over you once more as you blink.

“The fuck! Why didn’t you lead with that?” You’re back on your feet in an instant, speeding to the cinema room down the hallway.

“Now, do you understand why I called you in tears?” She hums, and you can just tell she’s quirking a brow at you as she sniffs through the line again. “Actually, hold that thought. I’ll ask you again once you’ve watched it.”

“Okay, okay, hold your horses,” you trap your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you begin to set everything up. “I’m just pulling up YouTube now.”

“Oh, I can’t fucking wait for you to watch this,” she cackles maniacally. “Just wait until you see your biases.”

“Oh, no,” you chuckle.

“Oh, yes,” she cackles again. “Put me on speaker, I want to listen to the song again, too.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, doing just that. Taking a deep breath, you select the video. “Here we go.”

The opening sound of the drums fills your ears, and immediately you’re greeted by Ten appearing on screen. You blink.

“Okay, he looks mighty fine,” you comment.

“Oh, just wait,” she replies, and you can hear the grin in her voice.

Little do you notice the three males who have now appeared in the room, watching the screen along with you as the scene unfolds before their very eyes. Only Jongho dares to get close to you for the moment. A fact which you take every advantage of as soon as you hear one of the males on screen start singing.

“Winwin has lines.” Your mouth falls open in shock, turning to grab Jongho’s shirt as you begin to shake him frantically. “Winwin has more lines!”

Who the fuck is Winwin? Seonghwa grumbles as he steps into the room, Hongjoong following in his wake to see you continuing to cling onto the front of Jongho’s shirt while both San and Yunho stand off to the side of the room.

I’m assuming the one that just sung with the low voice. Yunho replies, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Reina, you bitch!” You turn on your phone in the next second, hearing her laughing on the other end. “You didn’t tell me Kun is living his gothic vampire fantasy in this!”

“I knew you’d appreciate it!” She replies giddily.

Your eyes go wide just as the second verse starts, hand coming up to be placed directly over your heart in shock, “Yangyang?”

“He looks good, doesn’t he?”

“Have you seen my son?” You blink, quite a few times. “What happened to my son?”

“Your son has become a man, Miss Girl,” Reina teases. “Ah! Winwin!”

“It is too early for this shit!” The hand over your heart grips desperately at your shirt. “I woke up, only to be attacked.”

“WayV always delivers,” she agrees.

“The theatre kid in me is screaming,” you comment.

“And the throne of swords? Bitch, I will gladly sit in any one of their laps in that throne,” her voice comes through loud and clear, and you cackle. “You know I would.”

“I know you would,” you grin, shifting your position so you’re holding your one elbow in your hand for support as you continue to grasp your phone in your opposite one. “I’m just mesmerized by the metal claws.”

“Oh, yeah, you did have a thing for that, even with Lion by G-Idle,” she says. “I’m just surprised you haven’t commented on the eyes yet.”

“I was getting there,” you sit on the edge of the couch just as the bridge hits. “Oh, we stan Xiaojun’s high notes once more.”

“You’re honestly acting much calmer than I thought you would be right now,” Reina notes.

“Well, to be fair, I just woke up,” you tell her. “Still, doesn’t mean I’m okay.”

More maniacal laughter can be heard from the other end as the song comes to an end.

Taking a brief glance around the room, you notice all eight of them standing around with pouts on their faces. Some, like Wooyoung, San, Yunho, and Hongjoong all stand with their arms crossed, too.

“Now do you understand why I called you in tears?” Reina repeats her question from earlier, a knowing tone to her voice.

“Yes, yes,” you reply, waving her off slightly. “You still scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh, believe me, if it was my ex I wouldn’t have been in tears,” she jokes.

“I would hope not, but you never know,” you reply.

“So,” she continues, “tell me your thoughts.”

At her words, you notice eight pointed looks sent your way. You quirk a brow.

“WayV never disappoints,” you begin, sitting yourself further back on the couch for the moment. “Though I will say, completely missed opportunity with not putting them in corsets.”

A loud cackle is heard on the other end as you watch both Seonghwa and San practically stumble over in their spots.

“You and I both know they would have been too powerful in corsets.” Reina’s voice rings out.

“Still, fucking SM strikes again,” you tut, shaking your head. “The chorus reminds me of Seulgi’s solo.”

“Oh god, this better not be another ‘Sticker sounds like a revamped Don’t Call Me’ thing.” She teases.

“It did!” You argue. “The beat was just sped up!”

“Don’t talk to me about the recorder trill song.”

“Says the ‘Two Bitches’ apologist.”

“At least that song was good!”

“In what fucking universe is ‘Two bitches’ better than ‘Sticker’?” You reply, eyes wide despite the fact she cannot see you right now.

“Um, in every universe, bitch,” she scoffs, clearly rolling her eyes at you. “Anyways, as much as I’d love to hear more about what is sure to be your hour long rant on men in corsets, I have to go to work.”

“Reina!” You sigh, exasperatedly. “You phoned me!”

“Yeah, because you needed to be aware of the absolute masterpiece that is Phantom.” She replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“And it seriously could not have been sent in a text?” You huff.

“Clearly not!” She sasses back. “I may not be able to see you, but I know for a fact you’re sitting down right now.”

“Well, yeah, but-“

“Which part was it? Was it the flashing eyes? Ten? Kun’s gothic look? The metal claws? All of the above?” She giggles.

“Sounds like someone is projecting,” you mutter, leaning forward to hide your head in your hands.

“Guilty!” She laughs once more. “Anyways, I really have to go cause I may or may not have actually called you on my break. Talk to you later! Ciao!”

“Reina-“

However, before another word of protest can leave your lips, she ends the call.

Little does she realize the storm she left you sitting in as eight males continue to stare you down in the cinema room. You let out a long sigh.

“Um, good afternoon?” You attempt a greeting.

“Winwin, huh?” Yeosang is surprisingly the first one to break the silence, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looks at you expectantly.

You shrug in your own defence, “he got fucking lines, finally.”

“Yes, I’m well aware,” Jongho grumbles, pouting as he sits beside you on the couch.

“Whoops,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously. “Sorry about that, bubs.”

Reaching over, you pat his arm comfortingly, noticing how he immediately seems to relax the slightest bit beneath your touch.

“Is this a common occurrence?” Yunho quirks a brow, leaning against the wall.

“With WayV and Reina? Oh, yeah,” you nod. “I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to call. Last time she called me ten minutes after the music video dropped because she ‘needed time to watch it again first.’”

“You seem much calmer than she is, though,” Wooyoung observes.

“I am still processing in my semi-awake state,” you reply honestly, touching the tips of your fingers together as you lean forward, resting your elbows onto your knees. “Then again, it’d be a lot worse if it were a VIXX comeback, or SHINee. Still, oof.”

“Oof?” Mingi repeats, eyebrows raised.

“It’s a good song!” You shrug, defending yourself. “The concept is great, and it’s been a while since the last WayV release, so…” Then, more to yourself, “I wonder what the b-side release will be…”

“B-side?” Hongjoong quirks a brow.

“It’s usually also a banger,” you nod to yourself as if remembering something. “Mmmh, Action Figure.”

Taking a look around the room, you let out a sigh.

“Look, if you’re going to be jealous about it, can you go and do it somewhere else?” You spare a glance at all of them and notice how Jongho, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang seem to relax the slightest. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this excited over an NCT comeback.”

The way you see both San’s and Wooyoung’s pouts deepen causes you to let out another sigh.

“Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean I don’t like them,” you remind them all.

“We know, Darling,” Jongho replies, leaning further back into the couch. “It’s just difficult to watch you practically drooling over other men.”

“Do you honestly all think I’ve never thought about any of you in such ways before?” Your question has an immediate silence settling over the room. “Why would I want people who don’t even know I exist over eight highly powerful, extremely attractive Kings?”

Eight pleased growls echo around the room.

“Look,” you exhale a long sigh, standing back to your feet, “if there’s one thing I need you all to understand, it’s that despite wherever it may seem that we are in our individual relationships, I am committed to you, not anyone else. Yes, I joke, and yes I tease, but I would never act on such things. Loyalty is something I value above anything else, and you’ve all had mine since I started falling for all of you.”

“You’ve had ours since before you came to us,” Seonghwa voices the thought on all of their minds.

You turn to face him, a soft upturn to your lips. “I know. That’s why I don’t get jealous. I mean, I usually don’t, anyways, but you don’t think I’ve realized that you all probably have your own little fan clubs of demons pining for your affection?” You chuckle, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Just because I have interests, doesn’t mean I’m going to up and leave you all at the drop of a hat.”

They remain silent for the moment.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change, and then I’m going to come back and spend the day either binging anime or music videos because it’s been a while since I’ve done either.” You say, already moving towards the door. “You’re all welcome to join me-“ at the way Wooyoung’s eyes gleam, you’re quick to add, “not while I’m changing.” Your narrowed eyes zero in on the way his pout is immediately back on his face. “As I was saying,” you continue, “you’re all welcome to join me when I get back. I would be more than happy to finally share some of my favourite things with you.”

Before you give any of them a chance to respond, you’ve left the room.

Not even fifteen minutes later you walk back into the cinema room to see all eight of them sitting in different spots, seemingly waiting patiently for your return. You smile, a fact which immediately brightens the room.

“I’m glad you all stayed,” you say, nothing but honesty dripping from your words as you make your way back over to the one couch to sit between Jongho and Yeosang, much to the other’s disappointment.

“We are always happy to learn more about you, Dearest,” Yeosang replies as he watches you sit beside him.

“Then, I think it’s time to show you all of my favourite songs,” you grin, already cuing up the next video on screen. “Warning: not all of them are happy.”

“We would love that,” Yunho smiles at you from across the room.

“Good,” you return the look, “because my favourite songs reveal more about me than I ever could.”

Little do you realize how each male straightens the slightest bit at your words. The significance and meaning of you opening yourself up in such a way washes over each and every one of them, hearts swelling in their chests. Attentively, they watch the screen.

For the next two and a half hours, you show them your favourite songs and music videos. Sure, a few of them, like Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong all still get jealous when you praise certain people on screen, but you notice it’s nowhere near as bad as it was before. Looks like your words truly did reassure them more than you’ll ever know.

“You seem to have a thing for dancers,” Yunho quirks a brow at you from across the way, and you notice how Wooyoung perks up immediately.

“Do I?” You hum knowingly. “I thought I mentioned how I appreciate good dancing before.”

“Once or twice,” Mingi grins, shooting a look towards San, whom then both turn towards Wooyoung in the next moment.

“I’d be more than happy to dance for you sometime, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung meets your gaze, and you notice how he rests his head on his one arm as he turns his whole body to look at you from across the room.

“I’d love that,” you smile back, and instantly Wooyoung can feel his heart absolutely pounding in his chest.

Just then, your phone pings, and you notice it’s a message from Reina. Only, when you open it, your eyes nearly bug right out of your head. That is, until the corner of your lips are quirking upwards.

Subtly, you shift your phone to show Yeosang the picture that is now displayed on your screen, seeing as you’ve taken the liberty to lean against him as more time had passed.

His reaction is immediate, and you can feel the way his breath hitches in his throat as his whole body tenses beneath you. His grip around your waist tightens ever so slightly, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that his eyes are glued to your screen.

Fucking hell, she’s trying to kill me. With each second that passes by, Yeosang finds it harder and harder to control himself around you, his gaze still never leaving your phone.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho glancing towards you with a curious gleam in his own. So, of course, you turn your phone to show him now, too.

This time, his reaction is instantly verbalized as a low curse escapes his lips.

All heads turn to look at you. You quirk a brow, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips.

“Here,” you shift slightly, choosing your next target carefully, “catch.”

In an instant, you’ve tossed your phone at San, noticing how both Yunho and Wooyoung surround him on either side. Wooyoung’s eyes nearly bug right out of his head as he sees the photo onscreen, practically snatching the phone from San’s grip as he stares at the picture presented to him.

“What? What’s going on?” Mingi, oh so innocently, asks, sitting forward in his spot.

“See for yourself,” Yunho clears his throat, snatching the phone from an overly eager Wooyoung who whines as soon as the picture disappears from sight.

You notice San still sits frozen in his spot, hand still in front of his body as if he’s still holding onto your phone. You giggle.

I think the correct term is she’s trying to kill us. Mingi has to stop himself from physically panting once he sees the image appear onscreen in front of himself.

If one of you don’t tell us what’s going on right now- Hongjoong begins before being cut off by Mingi in the next second.

See for yourself, Mingi tosses your phone at his Captain, who catches it with ease.

Again, his reaction is immediate. Hongjoong’s breathing deepens, and you notice his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness as he glances up at you. Even the eldest fairs no better, a low growl escaping his lips as he leans over to see what his brothers have had the pleasure of observing before him. No wonder they’re all reacting this way.

There, shining on the phone’s screen rests your figure, posing for the camera in the most intricate corset they’ve ever seen in their lives. The way a sultry grin pulls at your painted lips only adds to the image, captivating them at every glance.

“You can swipe right, you know,” you chuckle.

“There’s more?” Seonghwa practically moans out, grip deadly on the cushion beneath his hand.

Your nod is all the confirmation they need.

Instantly, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung are all on their feet, practically stumbling over each other as they race to see the other photos in the set. Jongho and Yunho are more subtle about it, but you can tell there’s an eagerness to their steps as they surround the two eldest still sitting on the couch. Hongjoong still holds your phone in his hand, grip trembling the slightest bit as he begins to swipe through the photos onscreen.

Turning your head slightly, you notice how Yeosang hasn’t moved a single inch yet. You can tell how badly he wants to go look, though, for his entire body is the most ridged its ever been beneath your touch.

Catching his eye, you simply quirk a brow at him, shifting your weight so he can move. Instantly, he’s stood from the couch, shoving his way through his brothers to see the images on your phone.

“Now, who are the one’s drooling?” You chuckle once more, shifting yourself so that you’re laying on your side on the couch.

“My Love, you cannot blame us,” Hongjoong meets your gaze, his eyes flashing black for the briefest of moments.

“I never said I did,” you grin, supporting your head in your one hand as you prop yourself up by your elbow. “Gives me a huge confidence boost knowing I can affect you all in such a way.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Mingi breathes out, both him and Jongho looking towards you out of the corner of their eyes.

“We’ve never-“ Seonghwa clears his throat. “We’ve never seen you like this before.”

“And you’re the only ones that have,” you reply, a devious grin to your lips. “Well, other than Reina, of course. She’s the one that took the photos.”

“You mean…?” Yeosang turns to look at you next.

“I’ve never shown those photos to anybody,” you confirm with a slight nod to your head. “Granted, I almost forgot they existed until she sent them to me again just now.”

“How…?” Wooyoung trails off, glancing between you and your phone, as if he cannot decide where he wants to keep his gaze. He swallows thickly.

“She dragged my ass to a renaissance fair, demanded we try on corsets, and then begged me to take photos for her portfolio,” you explain. At the questioning looks they continue to send you, you chuckle once more. “Reina is a photographer.”

“You mean there’s more photos of you like this?” San sounds a little too eager as he says this.

“Perhaps,” you smirk.

“Where?” Hongjoong’s eyes are near wild as he shifts his gaze to yours once more. “When?”

“Woah,” you giggle, and it does nothing to help the way each male feels in this very moment, “you’re all acting like I showed you my nudes or something.”

“You have nudes?” Mingi’s mouth goes dry, lips parting as he attempts to control his breathing for the moment.

Your eyes widen dramatically, raising your one hand in front of you in your defence as they all turn to look at you eagerly. “No, I do not have nudes. Don’t go snooping through my phone trying to find them, either. You will be severely disappointed.”

The way their shoulders all visibly seem to droop has your eyebrows raising even further.

“I show you several photos of me in a corset and you all decide to start asking for nudes,” you tut teasingly. “And here I thought I was the needy one.”

“You know,” Yunho clears his throat, “if you need any help sorting out those needs, we are more than happy to assist you.”

If your eyes go any wider, and you think that your eyeballs will fall right out of your head.

Then, a teasing grin is pulling at your lips as you quirk a brow. “All of you?”

“All of us.” San replies, breathlessly.

“At the same time?”

An air of stillness settles over all of them as you watch them stiffen.

“At the same time.” Seonghwa confirms, voice barely above a whisper as he meets your gaze.

“So, you would be okay with that?” You inquire, nothing but curiosity reflected in your tone. “If I wanted more than one of you at a time?”

“If that is what you so desire,” Hongjoong confirms, chest rising and falling dramatically as he meets your gaze. “As long as it was us, and only us."

“We only want to please you, Dearest,” Yeosang breathes, voice low and airy.

You nod, the corner of your lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “So, if I said only one of you could touch me while the others watched, you’d all be okay with that?”

Eight low growls reach your ears as their eyes flash.

“If that is what you wanted, Baby, we’d be more than happy to oblige,” San’s voice is but a low drawl on his lips, nothing but desire shining within his eyes as he trails his gaze over your figure laying on the couch. Of course, he’s hoping that he’ll be the only one able to touch you right now while the others watch, if that’s truly what you’re implying is about to happen.

“Seeing you experiencing pleasure would be enough for any one of us, as long as we got to experience it with you.” Seonghwa breathes, eyes locked on your figure as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

You cannot help it, your breath hitches in your throat, and you find yourself immediately sitting up. Crossing your legs over one another, you take the time to meet each one of their gazes, seeing nothing but sincerity and desire for you shining within their orbs. You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat.

“Whatever you want,” Mingi rumbles out.

“Whenever you need it,” Yunho adds, just as lowly.

Cautiously, Wooyoung takes a small step towards you. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them as he trails his gaze shamelessly over your body, locking in on the way your legs shift subconsciously the closer he gets to you.

“Please, won’t you let us experience you like this, Angel?” His voice is low, desperate as he comes to stand directly in front of your sitting form on the couch. Slowly, he begins to lower himself onto his knees in front of you, shaking hands reaching out to place them gently on your crossed legs. “I promise we’ll make this worth your while.”

“All we want is to please you,” San’s chest heaves with every breath he takes, dark eyes watching your every movement carefully.

“Say the word, Darling,” Jongho cannot tear his eyes away from yours as he slowly begins stalking towards you. “Say the word, and we’ll do everything in our power to please you.”

You lips part the slightest as you find yourself uncrossing your legs. The whole time, Wooyoung’s hands never leave your body, fingers subtly pressing into the skin of your lower thighs as his palms rest over your knees. His chest rises and falls dramatically as he can hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, along with the way your scent spikes with arousal. His eyes flash once more, and he knows for a fact that he isn’t the only one this affected by you right now.

“Please,” the word is a near whimper on his lips as he looks up into your eyes, “won’t you let us?”

You blink, swallowing thickly as you are surrounded by their lustful stares. You cannot deny the way your entire body heats beneath their gazes, a fire lighting in your veins as they continue to stare at you with nothing but desire in their eyes. This is just as intense for them right now as it is for you, and you cannot help the way need courses through you.

“Okay,” your response is but a whisper on your lips as you stand to your feet.

Collectively, their breaths all catch in their throat as they watch you shift your hand to undo the button on the front of your jeans.

“You mean…?” Seonghwa’s mouth goes dry, eyes flashing as he watches you meet his gaze.

“Yes,” you confirm, your own eyes flashing. “Two of you may touch me while the others watch.”

Wooyoung’s grip on you tightens, and he can feel his whole body tense. None of his brothers have to hear his thoughts to know that he’s just daring them to try and move him from his spot kneeling before you right now.

“Who-“ Wooyoung can barely get the words out to ask you which two of them you want to touch you. His whole body begins to tremble at the thought of being so close to you, yet you choosing someone else.

The grin that pulls onto your features says it all, “whoever else can get to me first.”

The way their gazes all flash black is instantaneous, growls resonating throughout the room as they spare glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes. You have half a mind to quirk a brow at them all until you feel a warmth standing at your back, pressing himself further into you as his arms wrap around your waist.

You notice Wooyoung smirk.

“Like hell I’m letting you have all the fun,” Jongho’s voice is low, right beside your ear as he leans into you. “If we do something you don’t like, you let us know right away, Darling.”

Your heart warms as a soft smile paints your features, “I will.”

Jongho’s hands begin to toy with the hem of your shirt as you feel Wooyoung slide his own up your thighs. Slowly, the elder of the two begins to drag the zipper of your jeans down, eyes locked on your own and searching for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. He finds none.

“May we?” Wooyoung’s voice is low, and you can feel the way his fingers shake against your skin as he barely hooks the tips beneath the waistline of your jeans.

Six pairs of eager eyes watch you closely from around the room, each male settling into a spot where they can see you clearly. They will savour this moment for eternity, for as long as you will allow them to indulge.

“You may,” you confirm. However, your hand on top of Jongho’s pauses his movements of stripping you of your shirt. “But, my shirt stays on. I’m not being the only one naked in a room full of eight men. Sorry boys, that’s one power dynamic I do not like.”

“As you wish, My Queen,” Jongho’s voice is low, nothing but a drawl on his lips as he releases the material of your shirt from his grip.

“Whatever makes you most comfortable, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles softly at you from across the room, and you notice all of them staring at you with such fond looks in their eyes.

“We are just happy to be sharing such a moment with you,” Yunho says, lips parting as he watches Wooyoung drag the material of your jeans down your legs.

“Our Queen,” San’s voice rumbles out, eyes flashing as he trails his gaze over your body.

Eight pleased growls reach your ears, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A fact of which both males holding onto you feel, making them smirk.

Jongho’s hands settle on your waist, thumbs gently stroking over your skin as Wooyoung helps you step out of your jeans. In the next moment, he hooks his fingers through the waistline of your panties, eyes shining as he meets your gaze once more. As soon as he sees you give him a nod of confirmation, he slowly begins to drag the offending material down your legs.

Again, a shiver caresses your spine at the feeling of his fingers trailing over your skin.

The full scent of your arousal begins to fill the room, echoed only by the low growls you can hear as they all take a deep breath. You can practically feel Jongho’s chest humming against your back as he pulls you the slightest bit closer into him for the moment.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Darling,” Jongho begins to nip at the skin of your ear, his voice but a low rumble. Several growls of agreement echo throughout the room. “Makes me desperate for a taste.”

The way your breath hitches is music to all of their ears.

“You’re not the only desperate one here, brother,” Seonghwa practically growls at the youngest, dark eyes trained in on the apex of your thighs.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Yunho smirk, licking his lips knowingly.

“What I wouldn’t give for a taste right now,” San pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he clings onto the couch he’s sitting on for dear life.

Never would you have expected the effect of feeling all of their hungry gazes on you like this. The desire alone you can see swimming beneath the blackness of their eyes sets your heart racing, feeling yourself clench around nothing the more comments that keep slipping passed their lips.

Glancing down once more, you see Wooyoung bring your panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply as a low groan escapes his lips. His whole body shudders as his eyes flash open, instantly captivating you at the darkness swirling within.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “just as perfect as I remember.”

You cannot deny the way your stomach twists in pleasure.

Slowly, you reach a hand out to cup the side of Wooyoung’s face in your palm, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch. You smirk.

“How about we let someone else enjoy these for now, hmm?” You hum, shifting your grip slightly to snatch your panties out of his one hand.

As soon as you right yourself, you see six pairs of eyes locked intently on your figure. Stepping out of the two youngest’s hold, you begin walking towards one male in particular who straightens in his seat.

Hongjoong can feel his heart absolutely pounding beneath his chest as you come to stand in front of him with those hooded eyes of yours. He swallows thickly, watching you with dark eyes of his own as you gracefully drop your panties into his lap.

You flick a brow at him teasingly, that damned smirk pulling at your lips as you drawl out an, “enjoy, Captain.”

Hongjoong has half the mind to pull you into his lap right this very second, and claim you in front of the others like he’s always desired. Oh, so badly does he want to grab you by the hips, and kiss you until you’re breathless, pleasing you until he is the only thing on your mind.

Alas, Hongjoong is a patient man, and he is more than content with this turn of events. Besides, he knows that when the time finally comes where he can finally make you his in every meaning of the way, it will be that much more sweeter.

Reaching down, he’s quick to grasp your panties in his one hand, feeling the jealous stares of his brothers on him as he shamelessly raises the material to his nose and inhales deeply.

A shuddering moan escapes him as your scent fully surrounds him, his fingers tightening subtly on the material in his hand. Hongjoong can feel his already semi-hard cock twitching beneath his slacks, dark eyes locked on your figure as you situate yourself between the two youngest once more.

As soon as Jongho’s hands are back on your waist, you feel him pulling you down onto the couch behind you. His chin rests on your shoulder, back pressed against his chest as he holds you in his lap. He smirks, hearing you let out a small gasp as you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung shift the slightest bit forward.

In the next second, Wooyoung’s hands are back on your knees, his thumb gently stroking over your exposed skin. You notice how your legs seem to be hooked around Jongho’s for the moment, and you have to swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel them both beginning to spread you open for all to see.

The feeling of Wooyoung’s hands running up your inner thighs has another shiver caressing your spine, lips parting in a silent moan. The way Jongho’s thighs tense beneath you has you practically keening against him as you look down to see Wooyoung staring, completely transfixed, at your weeping entrance.

“Fuck, what a pretty pussy you have, Angel,” Wooyoung moans, fingers pressing that much firmer into your skin as he spreads you even further apart.

You cannot help the way you clench at his words, hearing several other low moans echo throughout the room.

“So fucking beautiful,” Mingi growls out, chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath he takes.

“So fucking perfect,” Yeosang groans, eyes fluttering shut as he absolutely revels in this moment right here, right now, with you.

“And all ours,” San practically snarls, eyes flashing black along with all of his brothers’.

“Our Queen,” Hongjoong’s voice is but a low growl as he continues gripping onto your panties for dear life, black eyes locked on the way your dripping entrance clenches around nothing once more.

An unabashed moan tumbles from your lips as your eyes flutter closed, leaning your head back to rest against Jongho’s shoulder.

“My Kings,” your voice is breathless as you practically whimper out those two simple words, but the effect is still immediate.

Eight pleased snarls fill your ears, hearing their breathing all deepen in the next moment. You even feel Jongho twitch beneath you, a fact which makes you smile.

This is everything they could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that you trust them enough to indulge in such fantasies with them, that you are allowing them to even see you in such a state, means more to them than you’ll ever know.

“Fucking hell, she looks so good like this,” Mingi pants, his whole body visibly shaking. “All spread out for us to see.”

“Look at her,” Seonghwa moans, fingers digging harshly into the couch beneath him as he attempts to maintain some form of control over his body for the time being. “She’s practically dripping, and we haven’t even touched her yet.”

“Just how wet is she?” Hongjoong asks the question on all of their minds, gaze focussing in on that pretty pussy of yours on full display for every single one of them.

Wooyoung meets your gaze for the briefest of moments, noting how you nod ever so subtly as he leans even further into you. As soon as he has your consent, he’s shifting his one hand, running a tender thumb over your dripping entrance and feeling just how wet you are.

Shamelessly, a moan tumbles from his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his hands begin to shake. The way your own chest rises and falls dramatically does nothing to help any of them right now.

“She’s soaked,” Wooyoung groans, eyes flashing once more as they settle on your weeping entrance.

“Pretty Baby,” San hums, drawing your attention to him to see him practically devouring you already with his eyes. “Are you enjoying this as much as we are right now?”

“Yes,” your answer is immediate, nothing more than a moan on your lips.

They all groan in response, and you feel Jongho twitch once again beneath you.

“Tell us, Petal,” Yunho’s voice rumbles out, low and seductive, as he draws your attention to him next. “Have you thought about this before? Have you fantasized about one of us touching you? About one of us pleasing you while the others watched?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow thickly. “Yes.”

Eight pleased snarls sound around the room.

Wooyoung licks his lips, inhaling your scent deeply once more as he slowly begins to lean into you. His hands shamelessly trail up your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as his eyes dart to your own briefly.

“Then, let me make all your dreams come true, Angel.” The warmth of his breath ghosts along the skin of your entrance, causing your whole body to tremble in anticipation. Yet still, he waits for your nod of confirmation.

The feeling of Jongho trailing his hands up your sides and beneath the material of your shirt makes it increasingly harder to think. Still, you manage to nod your head, a breathless ‘please’ falling from your lips in the next second.

The word has barely finished falling from your lips when Wooyoung’s are on you, tongue darting out to finally taste you after so long of simply fantasizing about it. At the same time, Jongho takes this opportunity to cup your breasts over your bra, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

Your reaction is immediate. Your eyes flutter shut as a low moan escapes your parted lips, head being tossed back onto Jongho’s shoulder. Your one hand instantly moves to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair, fingers tugging at his roots as he lets out an appreciative groan.

The second swipe of his tongue between your folds is synonymous with the way Jongho practically tears your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room in the next moment. Your protest practically dies in your throat as you feel Wooyoung beginning to suck your clit into his mouth at the same time Jongho’s hands return to your breasts, kneading the tender flesh beneath his grip. In the next moment, his fingers move to pinch at your hardening nipples, eliciting another of the sweetest moans from your lips as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger.

Your breathing comes in jagged pants, a low curse escaping you in the next moment as you feel Wooyoung laving his mouth over your entire pussy. He pulls you closer, moaning shamelessly into you as his eyes flutter shut.

“Is she as sweet as she looks?” Seonghwa licks his lips, eyes darting between the way Wooyoung devours your dripping entrance, and every beautiful expression you’re giving them right now.

“Sweeter,” Wooyoung moans, feeling you clench around his tongue in response.

“Fuck- look at you,” Jongho groans lowly in your ear, his teeth finding purchase on the skin of your neck in the next second. “Look at you getting lost in the pleasure only we can provide for you.”

Another whimper escapes your lips, fingers tightening their hold in Wooyoung’s hair as you pull him closer into you. A fact which he is more than happy to oblige.

“So fucking beautiful, Starlight,” Mingi growls out once more.

“No idea what you do to us,” Hongjoong snarls, gaze never leaving your figure for one second as he indulges in this moment right alongside his brothers.

“Our perfect Queen,” Yeosang’s voice rumbles out, low and sultry as you just manage to meet his gaze.

Wooyoung moans against you, feeling you clench once more around his tongue at his brother’s words. Greedily, he continues to lave his mouth over your wet cunt, tongue delving between your folds before coming up to flick at your clit. He can feel your sweet nectar flooding his every sense, absolutely loving the way you begin to drip down his chin as he sucks your clit into his mouth yet again. This is everything he could have ever wanted, and so much more.

Nothing could have prepared them for the next word that falls from your lips.

“Yours.”

The eight snarls that greet your ears are unlike anything you’ve ever heard before.

“I don’t think I will ever grow tired of hearing you say that, Petal,” Yunho groans, his entire body visibly shaking as he continues to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck- Wooyoung-“ your breath hitches as you toss your head back, thighs twitching slightly as both your hands now bury themselves in his hair. “Just like that.”

A pride unlike any other fills his chest as his eyes flash black, a pleased rumble reverberating against your core as he feels you pull him in closer. Wooyoung has to see you fall apart because of him. He just has to. So, he does what he does best. He pulls you even closer, redoubling his efforts as his tongue delves between your folds once more.

You find you can barely keep your eyes open, the pleasure thrumming through your veins drowning you in an ecstasy unlike anything you’ve felt before. The added fact that you can feel their heated gazes on you, noticing how most of them begin to stroke themselves over their pants in time with your breaths has your stomach twisting in pleasure. Never have you ever felt so desired before in your entire life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

What makes this moment all the more intense is the love you can see dripping within their eyes as they continue to stare at you. You can feel it in your bones: they don’t view you as some object to them, but as their equal. Always, and forever, you are theirs, just as much as they are yours.

So, you decide to remind them.

“My Kings,” your voice is low, airy as you can feel your release building within you. You know you have their complete and utter attention as that coil continues to tighten within your lower abdomen, seconds away from snapping. “You’re mine.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel your release washing over you like a wave upon the shore. Your eyes squeeze shut, a loud whine escaping you as your whole body trembles within both Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s hold.

The grip you have on Wooyoung’s hair is deadly as he continues to ride you through your high, tongue greedily devouring every last drop you have to offer him of your sweet nectar. Even Jongho finds it difficult to catch his breath, chest rising and falling right alongside your own as he gently strokes his hands over your sides for the moment.

All that can be heard throughout the room is the sound of heavy breathing and your muted whimpers as Wooyoung laves his tongue lazily over your folds.

Slowly, Jongho begins to trail his lips over the side of your neck, placing tender kisses against your skin and muttering subtle praises into your ear.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, fingers digging into your hips. “So perfect.”

“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung hums, slowly trailing kisses over the skin of your inner thighs as he helps to calm you further, grounding you back to reality with every press of his lips against you. “For me.”

“Our Queen,” Seonghwa hums, looking towards you through hooded eyes. “Thank you, for letting us indulge,”

You smile faintly, still attempting to catch your breath as you are more than content to rest in Jongho’s arms for the moment.

“I didn’t realize that would be so intense,” you manage to get out, resting your one hand over your stomach. Briefly, you spare a glance around the room as a heat blooms on your cheeks. “Did you all, uh-“ you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel all eight pairs of eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “Did you all enjoy it?”

You can feel the way Jongho smiles against your skin as you see the others all glancing at you with nothing but a tender fondness in their eyes.

“More than you’ll ever know, My Love,” Hongjoong is the one who answers, speaking the thoughts on all of their minds. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, some of us need to change.”

Your lips part in mild shock, heart fluttering in your chest as you realize the implications behind his words. Now that you think about it, you do feel a small wet patch against your ass right where you had previously felt the press of Jongho’s hard cock.

“Oh,” you giggle, and again, the sound is like music to their ears.

In the blink of an eye, all of them except for both Wooyoung and Jongho disappear from your sight.

“Are you okay, Darling?” Jongho keeps his voice low as he leans into your ear for the nth time this afternoon.

“We didn’t push you too far, too fast, did we?” Nothing but concern is reflected in Wooyoung’s eyes as he lovingly runs his hand over the skin of your one thigh.

“Not at all,” you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “I rather enjoyed that.”

The brilliant smile that paints Wooyoung’s features sets your heart racing in your chest. A look you’re sure is mirrored on Jongho’s face as he tightens his arms around your waist, hugging you to him as he buried his nose into the side of your neck.

“Next time, don’t tear my bra, though,” you poke Jongho’s one thigh, feeling the way he chuckles beneath you as he slowly closes your legs.

“I can just buy you a new one, Darling,” his voice playfully rumbles out.

“Or I can just make one for you,” Seonghwa reappears instantly, drawing your attention across the room. “I have quite a few ideas after today, anyways.”

“Let me guess,” you grin knowingly, “there’s a corset in there somewhere, isn’t there?”

“Guilty,” he chuckles, just as Mingi appears with a glass of water held in his hand for you.

Taking the glass, you thank him lightly. “Then, there better be one for each of you in that order of yours.”

Immediately, all of their eyes are on you.

“What?” You grin. “I’m not wearing one unless all of you wear one. Make them matching for all I care, but I’m serious about absolutely loving men in corsets.”

You notice all of them swallowing thickly.

“But of course,” Seonghwa breathes, just as the rest of his brothers reappear in the room.

“Anything for you, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles as he hands you a fresh pair of pants and underwear.

“Hehe,” you giggle as you take the clothes from Yeosang’s outstretched hands, “yay!”

A moment of silence settles over the nine of you as you move off of Jongho to slip your fresh pair of panties on.

“Oh, so you don’t want these back?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, your other pair held in his one hand.

You meet his gaze, blinking a few times at him in response. That is, until a devious grin is tugging onto your lips. “I told you to enjoy, didn’t I?”

The way you quirk a brow knowingly at him has him disappearing instantly, hiding your panties somewhere safe in his room before he reappears in the next second.

“No fair!” San whines just as both Wooyoung and Jongho reappear in the room with a fresh set of clothes on. “I want a pair, too.”

A laugh escapes you just as you slip your new pants on, noticing how he’s not the only one who wears a large pout on his face.

“Oh, relax, will you,” you tut teasingly at Mingi, San, and Wooyoung. “I have more panties, you know.”

At your words, all three of them instantly perk up, and you notice Jongho attempting not to look too eager out of the corner of your eyes. You laugh once more as you sit back on the couch, muttering about your damn horny Kings all the while. A fact which makes pleased growls build in their chests yet again.

“Speaking of, you all really do owe a lot to Reina,” you chuckle. “How many times now has she instigated something between us without knowing?”

“So, she’s a photographer, huh?” San inquires, a grin tugging at his lips.

“How many more shoots have you done for her portfolio?” Yeosang asks, oh, so innocently.

“What other types of pictures has she taken of you?” Mingi inquires, an eager look shining in his eyes.

You quirk a brow, noticing how they all stare at you intently.

“Where’s my phone?” You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “I’ll just get her to send me all of the photos when she has a chance.”

Instantly, Hongjoong has your phone in his hand, tossing it to you in the next second. A moment later, and you’ve sent the message off to Reina, telling her to send you all of your past photoshoots with her when she gets a chance.

The excitement you can feel radiating off of them alone has a smile tugging at your features.

“Now, we wait,” you hum, tucking your phone beneath your one thigh as you lean back on the couch.

“Well, hopefully she doesn’t call you crying about WayV again,” Wooyoung jokes, plopping down on the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“She might,” you tease back, a playful quirk to your brow as you lean into him.

Little do you see the brilliant smile that takes over his features as you do so.

“You mentioned something about her ex making her cry?” Mingi’s brow furrows as he recalls your words from earlier.

Immediately, your expression is darkening. “That good for nothing bastard cheated on her. Twice. And then, had the audacity to both blame her for it, and then beg for her back in the next breath.”

“He still contacts her?” Seonghwa’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Sometimes, he tries to,” you reply. “But then he is, oh, so kindly reminded about what I would do to him if I ever saw his face again.”

“More of those delightful violent thoughts of yours, My Love?” Hongjoong grins, knowingly.

“The bloodiest,” you smile, not so innocently back. Then, more to yourself, “serves him right after what he did to her.”

At the few looks you see them sending you, you let out a small sigh.

“I have no sympathy for people like that. People who fall under the categories of the three worst things I believe you could do to another person.” You explain.

“Which are?” Yunho inquires.

“Cheating, for one.” You begin, holding up your finger in the air for emphasis. Then, you’re raising another finger as you list the second, “any form of sexual assault, or rape. I absolutely despise people who feel entitled to another person in any way, shape, or form.”

They nod, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“And the third thing?” Yeosang voices softly, swallowing the sudden dryness in his throat.

You meet his gaze, “making someone believe you have feelings for them, or are in love with them when you couldn’t care less about them.”

A silence settles over the room as the eight males all share a worried glance. They can tell from your body language alone that something happened which made you believe this. Something bad.

“Not even murder?” San jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.

You grin, “nope. Different circumstances. Sometimes, it’s in self defence. I would never despise someone for killing their abuser, or their rapist. Though, on the scale of things, it’d be close fourth, but again, depends on the circumstances.”

“Literally, you could not be more perfect,” Wooyoung sighs dreamily as he rests against your side.

“That being said,” you add, and you notice how you have all of their attention on you once again. You just want to know something, and your curiosity is getting the better of you for the moment. “If I ever wanted you guys to kill someone for me-“

“Done.” Hongjoong replies, a little too eagerly.

“Say the word, and its yours,” Seonghwa breathes.

“Woah,” you raise your hands as much as you can while being held by Wooyoung. “I was just curious, is all.”

“You know we would do anything for you,” Yeosang reminds you. “That includes disposing of or protecting anyone you tell us to.”

You blink, clearly caught off guard for the moment. “Duly noted.”

San takes this opportunity to sit on your opposite side, sliding his arm around your waist where Wooyoung’s hold is scarce.

“Whatever you want, whenever you need it,” he whispers lowly into your ear, successfully causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You reach over and pat his knee, a smile tugging at your features all the while as you shift your attention back to the screen in front of you “Now, if you don’t mind, a certain red-haired emperor of the sea is calling my name.”

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