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The Buccaneer Queen pt. 15

Pirate! ATEEZ x pirate!fem Reader

Genre: fantasy pirate AU, future romance

Warnings: angst, language, violence, death, gore, mentions of guns, and cannons. The characters in this story are purely fictitious and do not portray actual people. I only own you.

AN: italics are thoughts

Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: Women are considered bad luck upon the vessels that sail the Seven Seas. Before you became the captain of The Astraea, a witch of sorts cursed you and the crew leaving a physical mark upon your chest just above where your heart would lie. Anyone that sees the Black Standard flying on the black and gold ship knows that they have stumbled upon the Armada of the Damned which is piloted by the Buccaneer Queen.

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Previously on The Buccaneer Queen:

Panting, Jamie pointed at the dark ship, "Is that it?"

"Aye, there she is," Mingi confirms, untying the ship from its mooring.

"Time to set sail," Yeosang calls over his shoulder as he boards the Treasure. He can't help the nostalgia that washes over him as he takes in the ship, but he pushes it down as he runs to the captain's quarters to drop off the bag.

When he makes it back to the deck, he sees that Mingi and Jamie have raised the anchor and are working on unfurling the sails. Determined, he makes his way to the helm.

"Don't worry, we're on our way," the blonde murmurs to himself as he navigates the ship out of the pier.

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Sweat coats Yeosang's brow as he begins the tedious process of getting the large ship out to open water.

Although it's not long before they hear shouts coming from the docks and rapid approaching footsteps that his nerves are set alight. Three men. That's a load of rubbish, they'd need to send an army to stop them from getting away with the ship.

"Mingi! We have guests!" He shouts, catching the attention of the gunner.

"On it!" The tall pirate calls back, unholstering his flintlock as he leans over the edge of the ship railing.

"Sorry to cut this short, gentlemen, but we have places to be!" He shouts, taking aim and firing his pistol. A choked gasp leaves one of the guards, and Mingi is quick to load and fire another round at the second guard.

While loading his third round, the guard took aim with his rifle and fired a shot at the blue haired pirate. A resounding dut of the rifle echoed over the water as it left the barrel.

Hissing, Mingi dropped his flintlock that was held in his right hand in favor of clasping his left over the wound.

Hearing the shot, Jamie was quick to join Mingi's side. Brandishing his own pistol, he fired without a second thought watching as the last body crumpled into the inky water below the dock.

"Mingi, are you okay?" Jamie asked, quickly putting his weapon away and hovering near the taller pirate.

Biting his lip, peeled his bloody fingers away to access the damage. He took note of the way his white, billowy shirt was now torn and turning a crimson red. Tearing a larger hole in the sleeve he breathed a sigh of relief. The bullet had only grazed his arm, but it still burns like something unholy.

"Shit, this fucking hurts," Mingi mutters, before looking at the blonde kid, "I'll be fine. Just need to clean my arm and tie it up."

Nodding, Jamie starts to turn around to head to the sick bay as if he was on the Astraea before stopping in his tracks. Sheepishly he turns around scratching the back of his head, "Where's the sick bay on this ship?"

"I'll show you," Mingi tells him, before shouting up to Yeosang, "We'll be back! Heading to the sick bay!" They can hear Yeosang's 'aye' before they both head below deck.

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Hongjoong’s eyes bore into the back of your head as you watch the Diamond get closer to boarding range.

What could you possibly be thinking right now? Hongjoong thinks, making his way to the railing you're at.

"How long have you considered abandoning ship?"

You don't answer right away, eyes seemingly locked on one figure on the other ship.

Gently, Hongjoong reaches for your hand, pulling you away from your thoughts.

"Hmm, truthfully? Probably since the beginning. It hurts to think about abandoning the place I've called home, but there's larger matters at hand than this ship," you tell him, finally turning to look him in the eyes.

"And you believe that you can find whatever it is through us? Through the Treasure?" Hongjoong asks, confusion and irritation bubbling a little below the surface of his skin.

You avert your gaze back to the other ship before slowly making your way down the stairs, calling over your shoulder, "Something along those lines, Mr. Kim."

His brows furrow. How do you know that name?

Grabbing the rigging in one hand, you lean over the railing shouting above the sound of the cannons, "I believe you have something that belongs to me, Choi!"

Seungcheol frowns, stepping closer to the railing of his own ship. "I owe you nothing!"

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Both ships' crew members hold their fire as they listen to the conversation between the two captains.

If they didn't know any better it would be a lovers quarrel, but there's definitely more than what's being told from either party. Leaving crew members in the dark at the vagueness of the situation.

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Sprinting to the top deck, Yunho’s eyes look around widely for either you or Hongjoong. Seeing you first he runs in your direction, dodging crates that are sliding on the top deck.

"Ma'am!" He pants, hands grasping the railing in front of him as he gains your attention.

Yunho is caught off guard by how quickly you whirl to face him, the fiery look in your eyes alarming him. Swallowing his nerves he tells you, "the ship, it's filling with water. We have nothing to plug the new holes in!"

He can see the way something shifts in your gaze, the anger that was in them flickered before steeling again.

"Ready the last lifeboat. Grab anything of importance, and sail out to meet the Treasure."

Yunho's eyes widened in alarm. You had sent a group to retrieve the Treasure? Whirling around to face Port Royal, he sees a familiar ship approaching quickly. They did it!

You give him a quick shove to get him moving. "Hurry!"

Stumbling slightly he manages to right himself before running back below deck.

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Yunho catches himself at the bottom of the stairs as he makes his way to the sick bay of the ship. He needs to gather the supplies, the medicine, the medicine Jamie freaked out over when you fell ill. Bursting through the door he stops short, surprised to see Seonghwa already in there with a burlap sack.

The majority of the shelves are already empty of their usual contents. And he sees the herb that Jamie bought grasped in Seonghwa's hand. It's almost as if he hesitates for a fraction of a second before he decides to put it in the bag.

Finally looking up, Seonghwa sees the brunette standing in the doorway. "Don't just stand there! Go grab the bandages!"

Snapping out of it, he nods. Quick to grab the rolls out of the chest beneath the table.

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After loading what they could, both men scramble up the stairs to the top deck. They see the crew hurrying to load up the lifeboat, each person trying to squeeze in. The only person who hadn't joined them at the port side is you, and Hongjoong who stands in the middle of the deck seemingly waiting for you to join them.

Hurrying over to Hongjoong, Seonghwa asks, "What is she doing? Doesn't she know the ship is filling?"

"She knows," Yunho tells him, shrugging the bag further up his shoulder.

"Then she should be over here, helping to get off this damned piece of wood," Seonghwa grits out.

"Just go put the stuff in the boat," Hongjoong pushes them in the direction of the boat, and turns to you. Maybe he can pull you out of whatever stupor you seem to be in.

Turning on his heel he begins to make his way over to you. Stepping up to your side he can see your hands tightly wrapped on the railing. Gently he covers your hand and slowly uncurls your fingers from the death grip on wood. It seems to pull your gaze away from the other captain, your sole focus on the ashy haired man in front of you.

"C'mon, it's time to go."

Maybe it's a trick of the light, maybe even a lantern flare, but you see a glint out of the corner of light from the opposing ship and without a second thought push Hongjoong down to the deck. The echo of a flintlock being fired echoes loudly and there's a searing pain in your shoulder.

Hongjoong stares in shock as you fall to your knees in front of him, holding your shoulder. In the same instance, another cannonball hits the side of the ship tilting it precariously. Both you and Hongjoong slide across the deck. Hongjoong manages to brace himself against the side rails, but you slide through the hole in the rails where the gangplank would be.

Leaning over the side, Hongjoong can only watch as your body crashes below the surface of the waves. The only thing resurfacing is your feathered hat.

"Son of a bitch!" Hongjoong cries, fist banging against the railing. The one person who potentially had answers for him is gone. Shakily standing to his feet, he doesn't have much time to dwell on the fact that you disappeared. The calls of Seonghwa and the rest are beckoning him to hurry to them so they can get off this death trap. Time is running thin and before they know it, they'll all be in a watery grave.

Pulling Hongjoong into the boat by his sleeve Wooyoung asks, "Where's YN?"

Hongjoong averts his eyes before looking to meet his boatswain. "She fell overboard after getting shot."

The silence is deafening as San and another pirate lower the boat into the ocean.

"So, she's just gone? Just like that?" Jongho asks, eyes scanning the water for any sign of you.

Hongjoong can only nod, not really sure how to answer. The only thing he saw was you getting shot instead of him, and then you falling overboard. He didn't have a definite answer, or at least not one anyone would like to hear.

"Let's, let's just get to the Treasure," Seonghwa murmurs, dipping his oar into the water.

The boat ride is silent other than the sound of water lapping against the edge of the lifeboat, and the oars pushing them along.

Hongjoong watches out the back for anything, maybe a sign that you're out there, but all he sees is the burning of the Astraea as it sinks lower into the ocean.

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As the two pirates return from below deck, they pause. Out on the open water is a ship set aflame and sinking below the surface.

Jamie runs to the bow, hands gripping the railing. He can hear Mingi call after him, but it falls on deaf ears as he watches his home descend further into the ocean. Tears prick at his eyes and he bites his lip from letting out the sob that causes his chest to ache.

Running up to the young boy, Mingi points, "Look, the boat is almost here. Let's get ready to haul them up."

Rubbing his cheeks, Jamie nods and follows behind the older man to the backside of the captain's quarters.

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"Are you ready up there?" A voice calls from below.

"Aye, we're ready!" Mingi hollers.

Two ropes are thrown up and both men deftly catch them, and begin hauling up the men in the boat. As soon as they are close enough, some of them begin to crawl over the railing to ease the burden.

Seeing as Hongjoong is the last to step out, Jamie feels panic seep into his bones, "Where's Mother?"

There's a long pause between the men that were aboard the Astraea. No one wants to be the one to break the bad news to him.

Swallowing thickly, Hongjoong grabs Jamie's elbow and tries to bring him to his quarters.

Panic swells and turns into aggression as Jamie rips his elbow from Hongjoong's grip, almost like a defiant child. "No, whatever it is can be said here!"

He can see the way the captain's shoulders sag in defeat before meeting his gaze.

"She fell overboard after a cannonball hit the edge of the ship," Hongjoong tells him, trying to contain his own emotion. You saved him.

At his words Jamie can feel himself collapsing. Arms curling around his knees as he lets out the most pained scream any of them had heard. The dam had finally broken on the boy, as he cries. The eerie silence is replaced by the cries of a young boy, who had to grow up too fast and lost the last person who was like family to him.

Yunho gently pulls the boy apart from himself, and carries him like a mother would a child, down the steps to the sick bay.

The group watches as the gentle giant comforts the boy as the cries turn to whimpers.

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Seungcheol couldn't help the jealousy that swirled in his gut. Seeing you with him. No one was supposed to be there for you. It should've only been him to comfort you. But he was the bastard that blew it.

After watching your body go beneath the waves he turned away, ordering his men to cease fire and begin heading back to port. Nothing more can be done now.

He could feel the guilt eating at him, but he pushed it down. Running away from the issues he created once again.

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The wind was knocked from your lungs a second time as your back collided with the hard surface of the water. Stinging pain runs along your skin as you sink further. Bubbles slip past your lips as you try to focus your watery gaze on the surface. Broken fragments of light reflect through the water, and pieces of wood and fabric sink with you.

This isn't such a bad way to go, you think. Eyes feeling heavy and your chest feeling tight, like someone was sitting on you.

You feel like you should be panicking. For God's sake, you're drowning, you should be feeling something! Except you don't.

Opening your eyes you can make out the mast of a ship toppling over, crashing through the space you were looking at.

Closing your eyes the final time you feel the last of the air slip past your lips. Maybe now you'll finally be set free.

Suspended in the water with bits and pieces of your ship, you feel it. The ache that pulses through your body. The one that starts from the back of your neck and spreads out to your extremities. You feel out of body as your body panics, but you mentally don't feel it.

Righting yourself, you kick your back legs as you begin swimming for the surface. Careful to dodge any pieces of the ship that are still sinking.

Breaking the surface of the water, you grab a plank of wood. The small bits of energy you had ebbing fast. I knew it couldn't be that easy.

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Every crew member is sitting near the railings with a lantern, hoping that by some miracle that they'd be able to find you among the wreck.

Jongho's eyes pick apart every piece of wood that still remains on the surface, and finally he thinks he sees something. Hope flaring in his chest as the ship sails closer.

And luck has it, it's you, passed out on some splintered wood.

Pointing he shouts, "Man overboard!"

The pounding of feet can be heard as everyone gathers at his shoulders to see where he's pointing, and sure enough, there you are.

It's San and Wooyoung who are running to the lifeboat at the back of the ship. Using the light coming from the lanterns they are easily able to make it to you, pushing the debris out of the way with their oars.

"Easy does it," Wooyoung mutters, as both he and San lift you out of the water and into the boat.

San begins looking for a pulse and when he finds one he sits back with a sigh, "It's faint, but it's there."

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"They have her!" Mingi shouts up to Hongjoong, who hasn't moved from his spot at the helm.

He might not acknowledge it, but his chest lightens knowing that you're safe.

He watches the commotion as his men hurry to bring you on board.

Even Seonghwa can't stop the medic in him from rushing you down to the sick bay. He holds you tightly to his chest with his arms under your legs and head. It doesn't matter that your clothes are soaking his. Whatever he thought about you before doesn't matter.

Laying you on the table next to the bed in the sick bay, he tears open your shirt, save for the band that binds your chest. He scans you for the bullet wound but grimaces at all the scars that adorn your body. Shoving down any of those thoughts he notices a raised bump on your right shoulder near your collarbone. Poking it with his finger he can feel where the bullet lays, the unfortunate thing is that your skin has already formed and closed over it.

Sucking in a breath he pulls out his knife, Seonghwa hated doing this to anyone, but it had to be done. Bringing the blade of his knife to your skin he presses down, cutting away the new skin. Blood bubbles up around the knife as the skin pulls away from it. Finally having an opening large enough, he digs his fingers into the wound trying to retrieve the round bullet. He can hear you groan in pain as he continues to push apart the muscles in your shoulder. After a few more long seconds, Seonghwa's finger touched metal. Gingerly, he pulls it out. As soon as he has it out, he eyes the way his hand and the round piece of lead are stained red with your blood.

Opening the drawer on the table he begins to look for thread and a needle, but stops. Turning to look at you he watches the way your skin begins to sew itself back together.

"Neat trick," Seonghwa murmurs, opting for a rag and clean water. At least he can clean the healed wound at your shoulder.

Arms dangling off his knees he lets his head hang, just sitting on a barrel beside the table you lay on, lost in thought.

It's whe. It's when he feels a hand brush his hair back from his forehead that he sits up in shock.

You wear a tired smile, but it's genuine. A raspy thank you leaves your lips. A small smile settles on his face as he grabs a hold of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

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thelargefrye · 7 months

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note : just something short and sweet since i haven't posted in a while! hope you enjoy it!

wooyoung was many things. but the main thing is that he was loving. he made sure to show his members how much he loved them. you included.

"give the member you are proud of the most a hug," wooyoung read out loud for all of you to hear. you and the others nodded your head at wooyoung's mission, and you watched as he took a few steps forward.

to you, you thought it would be obvious what member he would pick. definitely either hongjoong or yeosang, maybe san or seonghwa if he was feeling extra spicy. however, you're proved wrong when he walks past all of them and you make eye contact with the dancer.

and then he's stopping in front of you.

you're caught off guard by him, like always, and it shows how unpredictable wooyoung is. you don't say anything as you look at him, letting him guide you so that the cameras catch the both of you. you probably look a little awestruck at your member. thinking that he never really bothered to pay close attention to you.

"the member i'm proud of the most is our y/nnie," he says, eyes never looking away from you as a large grin paints his face, and his hands holding yours tightly. "she always works harder than the rest of us, even when she thinks we don't notice. despite rarely asking for help, i notice that she tries her best to always solve something herself. i want out y/n to know that's not alone. she's capable, beautiful, and talented and i want her to know that she has not only me to lean on, but seven others as well," he finishes and you can't help but feel tears build in your eyes at his words.

"yah! look at you wooyoung, you made her cry!" some of the others shout when they notice how glassy your eyes suddenly got. wooyoung coos at you, his hands coming up to wipe away your tears before he's bringing you into a tight hug. his arms wrapping you protectively as he holds you close to him.

"i love you, y/nnie," he whispers into you ear, "i'm sorry i don't tell you enough, but i'm so proud of you for how far you've come with us."

by this point the other members have decided to join in on the hug, surrounding the two of you.

thankfully, the staff give you all a small minute to recollect yourself and to have your makeup touched up. however, you and wooyoung continue to stand on set, hugging each other despite the others having walked off.

"you've done so well, y/n. i'm so proud," he says one last time before finally stepping away. he uses his thumbs to wipe away any remaining tears before he's leaning down and kissing you.

when he pulls away, its then that hongjoong comes and ushers the two of you off the set and over to the makeup artists. he promptly scolds wooyoung as well for being so reckless, but wooyoung can only smile and send you a wink.

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mint-yooxgi · 11 months

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Lethal Protectors - Yandere!Vampires!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Vampire AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 6,410

Warnings: Violence and blood. Implied stalking. Past trauma and mentions of a physical assault which almost need in death. Scars. 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: Well, I never expected this to become this long, but it's based on a dream I had during a nap I took last night lol. Not much, but I hope you enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated!

The trip back to your hometown was meant to be short. Nothing more than a pitstop, really. Say hello to your family, maybe even some friends, then be on your way again. You never expected it to turn into a full month. A month filled with people constantly telling you to stay away from them.

Who were they, and why did the eight of them always suddenly seem to miraculously appear around you whenever you were out?

You’d go to the store for some food, and suddenly Yeosang and Seonghwa are bickering in the next aisle over about the prices for cereal, while San and Wooyoung gather produce. Other times, you’d run out to grab coffee in the mornings for yourself and your family, only for Hongjoong and Yunho to appear in line behind you, chatting you up about the weather the town has been having lately. You’ve ran into Mingi and Jongho more times than you can count at different thrift stores, that you’re starting to think they might be stalking you.

The odd thing is, growing up in such a small town, you think you’d remember them. It’s not that they aren’t nice people, or so they seem. You just trust your neighbour, Missus Benson who you’ve known for years over eight complete strangers.

Then, the rumours started. Your old school delinquent who’s always had it in for you wanted to ‘talk’. You know exactly what that’s code for, so you started going out less and less, being cautious to always go out with either your parents, or someone you knew to avoid running into an ‘old friend’.

Only, you weren’t the only one that noticed.

Over the past month, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, you have been growing closer to those eight mysterious men. Yunho and Wooyoung never fail to make you laugh, or crack a smile, even unwillingly. Seonghwa and Jongho are always there with recommendations for natural remedies for sudden aches and pains. Both Hongjoong and Mingi quite enjoy talking to you about music, a topic you never really got to discuss in full with any of your other friends, and both San and Yeosang are great at giving advice, even subtly.

It’s a cold Thursday morning when you coincidentally run into Yunho at the coffee shop. He looks concerned, but as soon as you bring it up, it’s like his expression does a one-eighty.

“Just worried about you, is all.” He smiles politely. “Haven’t seen you around lately.”

The corner of your lips twitch upwards as you tense, “Been busy.”

“Is everything okay?” His brow furrows, concern immediately washing over his features.

“Yeah…” Movement outside the coffee shop draws your attention, and you’re quick to head towards the side entrance. “Sorry, Yun, I’ve really got to go. Talk to you later?”

The sound of the front bell jingling is synonymous with the side door slamming shut, the tall male standing there as he blinks in shock. Clearly something isn’t right, and when he turns back around to face front, he thinks he gets his answer.

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It’s a misty Monday morning when you find yourself beginning to feel too cooped up in the house. Your whole mind is wound, and every little thing seems to set you off - your mother not muting her phone when she watches funny little videos, the sound of your father’s typing on his laptop. Hell, even the sound of the dog’s nails on the floor running back and forth as your sister plays with him is grating on your every nerve.

Which is why when the mid-afternoon rolls around, you decide that you’ve had enough.

“I’m going for a walk!” You call out, not even waiting for a response as you sling your jacket over your one shoulder, and step outside.

The front door slams shut behind you, finalizing the sudden decision. You’ll take your chances traversing the familiar forest across the street. Ryder doesn’t live in this immediate neighbourhood, anyways, and it’s far too dreary a day for him to be out and about. At least, in your opinion.

Sliding your jacket onto your arms, you’re quick to cross the street. The area seems particularly quiet, but with the grey clouds hanging in the sky, the mist clinging to the air, you understand why.

A small smile tugs at your features as you pause just before the one entrance to the forest. It’s been a while since you went traversing through the woods like you were a kid again, and you can already feel the calming effects of the crisp air cooling your every sense.

Without another thought, you begin.

You walk your old path twice before deciding to sit yourself down at your favourite spot, just beside the small pond in the middle of the woods. A fallen tree provides a natural bench as you stare out across the water, some ducks swimming across the surface.

You can hear the sounds of natural all around you: leaves rustling as the wind drifts through the trees, bugs humming in the background while animals forage for food. Every now and then, you can hear feet shuffling in the underbrush as a couple or two walk by with their dog, holding hands and smiling at you politely as you turn to say hello.

It’s been a while since you’ve fully submersed yourself like this, and to say you’ve missed it would be a huge understatement. Getting out of the house, especially on a day like today, a day with weather you’ve always been fond of, has done wonders for your mood. Enough so, that you practically forget all about Ryder for the moment. Or, at least, he doesn’t worry you as much as before. Really, what can he do to you now that he didn’t back then?

The sound of approaching footsteps trudging along the path draws your attention. Turning reveals a girl about your age with shoulder length golden locks hanging in loose curls approaching you. The closer she gets, the more you realize how blue her eyes are, and just how familiar she looks.

Her head tilts as she pauses in her steps, a curious call of your name falling from your lips. “Do you remember me?”

You smile, standing back to your feet as you face her. “Of course I do!”

She mirrors your expression as you both hug each other.

“It’s good to see you again, Gabrielle!” You comment, pulling away from her for the moment. “I haven’t seen you since elementary school.”

“You look so different!” She chuckles. “Then again, I imagine so do I.”

You nod, sharing a small laugh with her.

“I know we weren’t really close in school, but would you like to walk with me for a bit and catch up?” She offers, motioning down that all too familiar path that leads to the side roads.

“Sure!” You readily agree, already falling into step beside her.

The two of you talk for about an hour, sharing some details of your lives and what you’re up to now-a-days. Only, you see her brow furrowing slightly in worry as you approach that little pond area you first met once more.

“You mentioned meeting some new faces when you came back for a visit,” she chews on her bottom lip. “Did I hear you right when you said you’ve met Yunho?”

Your own brow furrows slightly, “Yeah. What about him?”

“He and his friends are no good.” She warns you, suddenly grabbing your arms in her hands. “You need to stay away from them.”

“Why does everybody keep saying that?” You shake your head, not quite understanding their concern. “They all seem like nice guys to me.”

“They showed up in town about two years ago, right around the time those animal attacks started happening.” She explains. “So many people have been run out of town, or have left because of them.”

“The guys, or the animal attacks?” You inquire, this being the first time you’ve heard anything about there being any sort of animal attacks nearby.

“It doesn’t matter,” she shakes her head. “They’re dangerous people. Don’t go anywhere near them.”

“No, the person I need to stay away from is Ryder.” You comment, gently removing her hands from your arms. “He still seems to hold a grudge towards me since high school.”

“He followed you to high school?” She blinks, almost dumbfounded, at you.

Quickly, you shift your head from side to side, as if checking if the coast is clear. You’ve had this sneaking suspicion that you’re being watched ever since you entered the forest, but it’s only just recently gotten stronger. Once you determine that no one is around, you motion her closer.

“Gabi, he almost killed me.” Your voice is no more than a whisper as a harsh wind blows passed. Gently, you grip the edge of your shirt, shifting slightly to raise it to about the bottom of your ribs.

Her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips as her hands come up to cover her mouth.

“Final year, he cornered me in the locker room.” You let the material of your shirt fall back down to cover the jagged scar on your body, spanning from below your ribs on your right side, all the way across your stomach, and almost to your left hip. “Didn’t even use a blade, but a broken piece of glass from the window he smashed to get in.”

“That’s horrible!” Her whole body trembles. “I’m so sorry that happened!”

“Because it happened before his eighteenth birthday, they couldn’t try him as an adult yet. He got two months in juvie and a slap on the wrist. I got twenty-four stitches, and six months in recovery.” You avert your gaze. “I’m assuming he’s looking for me to finish what he started.”

“But why?” She meets your gaze, tears lining her vision.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, straightening out the front of your jacket. “I never asked, nor did I want to.”

“You should get home, then!” She replies frantically, checking her watch. “Ryder and his gang enjoy hanging out at that entrance over there with their bikes in the evenings. It’s almost around the time he gets here.��

Frantically, she starts tugging your hand to lead you in the opposite direction.

Faintly, you begin to hear the sound of motorcycles revving in the distance.

“Hurry!” She tugs you along, sparing a glance behind you only for her eyes to widen. “Shit. I can just make out some of their bikes at the edge of the path. Sometimes they like to joyride through here cause it’s wide and flat enough. Let me see if I can go distract them for a bit. I’ll meet you at the front entrance in five!”

Without waiting for a response, she pushes you behind her and down the path. You can only watch as she scurries off towards the sound of revving bikes and obnoxious laughter.

Reluctantly, you part ways, looking back over your shoulder every now and then to see if you can still catch a glimpse of Gabrielle. Only, the further you get, the harder it is to tell if she’s alright. She took a big risk doing this for you, especially since you don’t really know her all that well anymore, and you both were never really close to begin with. Still, you will not forget her kindness that easily.

At least Ryder shouldn’t hurt her. From what you recall, he was always trying to impress her in elementary school.

Just as you breach the forest entrance she told you to wait by, your eyes widen. What if she did this to set you up?

No. Her shocked reaction was too genuine to fake. Besides, she was never like that before, and you do not think she’s like that now. Either way, she should be back with you in a minute.

Five more minutes pass by, and you’ve still yet to see any sight, nor hear any sound of Gabrielle. Your worry skyrockets with each passing second, and you know you’re not that far from the side road if you decided to cut through the bush. Something must have happened.

At the shriek of fear you hear faintly in the distance, you know something’s wrong. Even that creeping sense of being watched has left you about twelve minutes ago, and you don’t know what’s going on. Either way, you’re not going to leave Gabi to the same fate you suffered under at the hands of this man. If he wants you, then that’s exactly who he’s going to get.

It takes you less than two minutes to reach the entrance at the side of the road, creeping along the trees to avoid being seen for as long as you can. You turn your head left to see nothing, only to turn right and see about six males sitting around on motorcycles, Gabrielle being held in their midst. She struggles to free herself, a switchblade being pressed to her throat by Ryder who wears a smug grin as he whispers lowly into her ear.

“Ryder.” Your stern voice draws all of their attention as you step out of the woods. “Let her go.”

“Ah, there you are.” He hums, fingers tightening on the back of Gabrielle’s neck. “Took you long enough to show up. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.” You keep your voice calm, hands raised defensively in front of you as you keep a fair amount of distance between you and the six men. “You wanted me, not her.”

“I suppose you took the bait easily enough.” He chuckles, shoving Gabi to the ground.

Tears stream freely down Gabi’s cheeks as she scrambles away. All the other males offer her is condescending chuckles, tripping her as she attempts to escape.

Gabrielle runs over to you, a small scrape cut into the skin of her left eyebrow. Her hands once more find purchase on your arms, soft apologies falling from her lips.

“It’s okay.” You assure her. “Get home safely, I’ll be fine.”

She squeezes your arms, rushing back off into the suddenly silent woods and out of sight.

“So, you’ve finally returned after years of staying away, huh?” Ryder scoffs, standing from his motorcycle and slowly stalking towards you like a predator would its prey. “What made you stay? I thought you swore to never spend more than one evening in this town if you could.”

“Oh, you know,” you reply casually, backing up all the while. “Lease was about to renew, landlord raised the rent, apartment flooded. The usual.”

“Convenient,” he grins, and the sight only serves to unnerve you. “Had nowhere else to go expect dear old mom and dad.”

“You should know.” You reply bluntly.

Everyone you’ve talked to has explained how much of a deadbeat Ryder is. He’s always trashing the town and causing mischief, but he never gets penalized for it. Bastard’s dad is a cop, no wonder he only really got off with a slap on the wrist when he hurt you all those years ago.

“How’s that scar?” He tilts his head mockingly. “Did wonders to improve your ugly features. Too bad it didn’t kill you.” He pauses ten feet from you, that switch blade getting flipped menacingly in his hand. “Want some more?”

You run; without wasting another precious moment, you turn and flee.

The sound of revving engines reach your ears as you stick to the edge of the road. You’ll have better chances of a car coming by than with people walking through the woods this late in the evening. So, you take your chances on a flat path, sprinting along the wet pavement as the mist continues to hang in the air.

Only, you don’t get very far, for two of his lackeys nearly run you off of the road when they swerve in front of you. The others are quick to surround you, but you don’t even have much time to think before you feel yourself get harshly tackled to the ground.

Blow after blow is given to you, blood seeping out of cuts all along your body. Ryder lets each of his men take turns beating you, saving the knife until the very end when you can no longer feel your right arm, or the left side of your face.

Slowly, meticulously, he reopens that cut he gave you all those years ago. He’s not gentle, either, and all you can think of is that this is just like the first time, only worse. This time, there are witnesses who choose not to help you, screams and pleas of mercy falling on deaf ears.

“There,” he stands back to his feet, spitting on you all the while. “Maybe if you’re lucky, someone on their morning commute will find you.” He kicks you one more time for good measure as your vision begins to fade. “If you’re that lucky, this time.”

Nothing but the sound of their maniacal laughter echoes through your mind as they rev their engines once more. The last thing you see before your world goes black is the faint glow of taillights driving off into the distance.

***

You don’t know how much time has passed, but you do recognize a few things.

One: you’re terribly cold. You can barely feel your body, and consciousness is a battle to maintain as your whole being aches with a pain unlike anything ever before.

Two: you are no longer alone.

Someone seems to be calling your name frantically, your body being held within that person’s embrace. Their caress is tender, cautious not to aggravate your wounds any further than they already are.

Groggily, your eyes blink open, whole body tensing as you hear three unnatural roars sound from just off to your right.

“Tell them to calm down!” The voice holding onto you snaps at someone to their left. “They’re scaring her.”

Finally, your gaze refocusses, and you can just make out the features of the man holding you. Your lips part, his name but a muted whisper as you attempt to speak.

“Shhh,” Yunho coos, brushing a hand tenderly over the top of your head. “We’re here now. It’ll all be okay.”

Faintly, you register the sound of someone pacing just by your head.

“This is all my fault,” a deep voice sounds from above you. It must be whoever was pacing, for they seem to have stopped for the moment. “If I didn’t leave her alone to come get all of you, this never would have happened.”

“You did what any one of us would have, Yeosang.” Another voice replies, a slight sigh on his lips. “If we all hadn’t of gotten here when we did, it would be much worse.”

“Here,” Seonghwa comes to kneel beside you, his arm shaking as he brings his wrist to your lips, “Drink this.”

You try to protest, to resist the red liquid which pours soothingly down your throat, but you cannot. You are far too weak at the moment to do anything other than obey, and besides, you’ll probably die soon. So, what’s the difference if you comply with the wishes of a strange request?

Only, the moment the warmth touches your tongue, you begin to feel strength returning to you. Your breathing is evening out with every breath you take, your wounds slowly seeming to close. The pain is starting to dissipate, and you find you are regaining feeling in all parts of your body.

Your vision clears further, and you can see Hongjoong standing off to the side, both him and Wooyoung looking absolutely livid as the sound of snapping branches reaches your ears. Shifting your gaze, you see both Mingi and San rush out of the woods far too quickly for any human to do, dried blood coating their hands as dirt covers their arms.

Finally, the eldest pulls his wrist away, wiping at the small stain of red that coats your lips with his thumb. Silently, as he does so, the six others standing around you converge.

Yunho’s whole body shakes. You can feel it trembling against you as he pulls you into his chest. His grip is desperate, clinging to you for dear life as if you may disappear again at a moment’s notice.

“Who did this to you?” His voice is calm; deadly. Like the approach of an oncoming storm.

You look down, noticing the torn material of your shirt. Your hands shake as you watch that scar you’ve had for the majority of your life finish healing, the line you’ve become so accustomed to fading into nothing.

Blood still covers the majority of your body, yet all you can do is stare at your hands for the moment. Slowly, you raise them, touching the tips of your fingers to your thumbs, and counting to twenty in your mind. You blink a few times, still debating on if this is really happening or not.

You tilt your head, almost inquisitively, “How…”

“She’s in shock.” Jongho comments.

“Of fucking course she is!” San replies, clearly exasperated as he nearly tears his hair out of his skull. “We only found her bleeding out and on the verge of death at the side of the road!”

You flinch at his tone, and they all take a step towards you.

“Watch it, San.” Mingi warns.

“Like you are fairing any better.” Wooyoung snaps, arms crossed over his chest. “Tearing out the whole forest isn’t going to catch the bastard that did this to our ma-“

“Who did this to you?” Hongjoong’s inquiry is a tad softer than Yunho’s as he crouches beside you. His blond hair is pushed up and away from his face, hiding nothing of his expression of concern as he reaches for your hands. Still, he cannot hide the tremble in his own.

Your lips part, voice catching in your throat. Desperately, you attempt to find the words to say, but none seem to want to come out.

A blink, and Yeosang comes to crouch beside Hongjoong, drawing your attention to him for the moment.

“Was it Ryder?” He keeps his inquiry low, tone even as he meets your gaze.

After a moment of hesitation, you nod. Slowly.

The males all tense around you, but none so much as the one holding you.

“He was the one-“ Yunho swallows thickly. “The one that made you flee the coffee shop that day.”

Again, you nod.

“He gave you that scar you showed Gabrielle today.” Yeosang continues, and in the back of your mind, you wonder how he knew that. Though, from the way your injuries have miraculously healed, the rumours you’ve heard, and those roars that shook the area not even ten minutes ago, you’re starting to piece two and two together. “He did this to you."

The way you swallow, quite thickly at that, is answer enough.

“I’ll fucking kill him for touching you.” Wooyoung seethes, his eyes flashing beneath the dull light of the moon now peeking through the clouds.

“Bastard is lucky to still be fucking breathing right now,” San’s chest heaves with every breath, hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides.

Hongjoong stands back to his feet, turning his back to you as he methodically cracks his neck from side to side.

Gently, Yunho hands you off to Seonghwa, who is more than happy to cradle you in his hold.

“Jongho, Seonghwa, Yeosang, take her home.” Hongjoong rolls his shoulders, only to spare a glance back at you in the next moment. He smiles reassuringly before turning to face front, the others coming to stand beside him in a line. “The rest of us are going hunting.”

A blink, and the five other males have disappeared from sight.

Words of protest begin to form at your lips as you feel yourself being picked up quite easily by the eldest from the ground. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the events that have taken place before your very eyes, but the longer you think about it, the more your head begins to hurt.

“Shh,” Seonghwa coos into your ear, turning back towards the forest and beginning to walk down the path with the other two males in tow. “Just sleep.”

You want to fight it, but at the sudden fatigue that clouds your mind, you have no choice but to fall unconscious for the second time this evening.

***

This time, when you wake, the sound of a crackling fire greets your ears. You can feel yourself being held in someone’s embrace, a soothing hand being brushed over your back as you curl into what you assume is their chest. The odd part is, even though you remember everything, you feel safe, and you certainly feel warm.

A small groan escapes you, your hands coming up to rub at your eyes. You manage to push yourself the slightest bit away from whoever seems to be resting with you on the couch, feeling their chest shake with a chuckle as you nearly fall backwards onto the floor.

“Feeling better?” It’s Yeosang.

You blink, quite a few times at him laying in front of you, just casually holding you steady so you don’t go tumbling from the couch.

“Uh, yeah.” You clear your throat. “Thanks.”

Slowly, with his help, you sit up. He helps you wrap the blanket you had been using around your shoulders, and that’s when you notice both Jongho and Seonghwa sit in the same room as you. Each male occupies a separate armchair, gazes locked on your form as they observe your every move with nothing but worry in their eyes.

“Are you okay?” Jongho leans forward the slightest bit, fingers desperately clutching at the sides of his chair as he looks to you.

You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself as you nod.

You stare at the floor, keeping your voice low. “How did you find me?”

The three males share a look between one another.

“We-“ Seonghwa swallows thickly, averting his gaze to the side. “We could smell your blood.”

Before another word can be said from any of you, the sound of a door opening reaches your ears. Glancing up reveals five more men flooding into the room, red coving nearly every free inch of their skin.

Your eyes nearly bug right out of your head, especially when Wooyoung comes to kneel right in front of you, reaching for you with nothing but concern on his features. Only, you cannot help but to push yourself away from him, and as far back into the couch as you can go.

His expression droops.

“Wooyoung.” Hongjoong hisses.

“Please don’t be scared of us,” he keeps his voice low, nonthreatening. “We would never hurt you.”

“Give her some space,” Yunho drags the male back by the collar of his shirt. “She nearly died tonight, the last thing she needs to be is crowded.”

Each male does not fail to miss the way you flinch at Yunho’s words.

“I understand why people told me to stay away from all of you, now.” You keep your voice low, clearing the roughness of your dry throat as you speak.

You notice the way they all tense, expressions falling, even if only the slightest bit.

“Are you scared of us?” Hongjoong’s tone is soft, nothing but a gentle inquiry as he meets your gaze.

“Should I be?” You quirk a brow. “Because I’m pretty sure if you were half as bad as people said you were, you would have left me for dead at the side of the road.”

This time, it’s their turn to flinch at the reminder of the state they found your body in.

“Right now, I need honesty.” You spare a glance around at all of them as you curl in tighter to yourself. “Can you afford me that?”

“Always.” Mingi breathes, taking a step towards you as if he wants to comfort you.

You take a deep breath in, “You all aren’t human.”

A statement which they pick up on.

“That is correct.” Yunho nods, swallowing somewhat thickly.

“You’re responsible for those animal attacks starting around two years ago that Gabi told me about.” Again, another statement.

“Yes and no,” San grimaces. “There were a few other covens that tried to follow us here. We ran them off.”

You can feel your heart pounding inside of your chest as you continue to stare at the floor. The fire crackles to the side.

“You’re vampires.”

A stillness passes over the room.

“We are.” Yeosang confirms, and he notices how you don’t necessarily retreat any further away from him on the couch this time.

You look up, sparing a glance around the room and fully taking in the bloody appearances of the five males who entered not that long ago. Your hands tighten on that blanket around your form.

“You killed them, didn’t you?” The words are no more than a whisper on your lips, but they all still manages to hear.

“Of course we did.” Wooyoung states, rather firmly.

You meet his gaze. “Why?”

The eight males nearly blink in surprise.

“They hurt you.” Mingi replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He hurt you.”

“Why go through all of these lengths to help me?” You spare another glance around the room at all of them.

They all seem to blink in mild surprise.

“Because you are important to us.” Hongjoong shifts to crouch in front of you, gently reaching over to clasp your hand in his own.

“You met me a little over three weeks ago.” You deadpan.

“We’ve been searching for you for much longer than that.” Seonghwa breathes out, shifting so that he’s sitting on the edge of his seat.

Your brow furrows. “What do you mean by that?”

“How much do you know about our kind?” San asks, sitting across from you on the opposite couch.

Your eyes narrow slightly at him, figuring this to be some sort of test. “I’ll admit, I’m rather ignorant when it comes to your ways. I don’t think Twilight or Dracula are good history books.”

Mingi and Wooyoung snort, “You’ve got that right.”

“Basics are the same,” Yunho says, beginning to list off, “We need blood, or blood substitutes to survive. Strength, speed, abilities, all the same.”

“Sunlight, garlic, and crosses are all null though.” Wooyoung shrugs, plopping on the couch right beside San.

“Though, there always seem to be one aspect never mentioned for our kind.” Yeosang mumbles, somewhat disappointedly.

“No, the wolves seem to get that aspect more than we do.” Seonghwa rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair.

“Aspect?” You spare a look around the room before your eyes settle in on the soft brown ones of the male kneeling before you.

“There are many different words for it,” Hongjoong begins. “Fated, life partners, lost souls,” his eyes flash as he watches you carefully, “mates.”

Your head tilts forward in disbelief, “You expect me to believe vampires have soulmates?”

“Believe it or not, we do.” Yunho’s voice is but a mere exhale on his lips as he looks to you, a certain type of fondness suddenly shining there that you’ve never seen before.

Your head begins reeling.

“None of our kind really know how it works,” San looks down at his hands, beginning to pick at some of the dried blood lingering there.

“It can happen at any stage in our lives, but there comes a point where we begin to feel drawn to a place.” Seonghwa explains.

“Sometimes it’s a hometown, other times it’s where they currently live.” Mingi adds.

“We all felt that pull,” Hongjoong breathes. “To here.” He meets your gaze. “To you.”

“We spent a full year in this area before we realized you were no longer living in town.” Wooyoung’s gaze drops to his lap, a sort of defeated longing taking over his features.

You notice how none of them meet your gaze now, and realization settles in your bones.

You inhale sharply. “You tracked me.”

“When you’ve lived as long as we have, you begin to think these stories of so called ‘fated’ are simply legend.” Hongjoong admits. “So, when we finally felt that pull, we wanted to do anything to keep it.” He squeezes your hand gently. “To find you.”

A sort of ease lifts some of the tension from the room as it settles over the eight of them

“And we did.” Mingi smiles softly at you, blinking back the tears that suddenly spring to his eyes.

“Getting to know you was the next step,” Wooyoung says, a sort of eager gleam shining in his eyes now.

“Of course, we don’t know everything.” Yunho shoots him a pointed look.

“Once we knew you’d be coming for a visit back home, it made things a little easier,” Jongho admits, his fingers beginning to dance along the armrests of his chair.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “That’s sweet and all, but you only talked to me because fate told you to?”

“No!” Seonghwa is quick to protest, extending his arms in front of himself as panic crosses all of their features.

“We wanted to get to know you first, before truly deciding on anything.” Yeosang says, noticing how you turn your gaze to meet his own as he speaks. He smiles shyly, averting his eyes in the next moment.

Of course, they’re not going to tell you the lengths they went to just to get you to stay at your hometown for longer than you had planned. It’s not like they planned to let you leave them. Not when they’ve finally found you. Not when you’re finally theirs.

“And do I get a choice in this?” You quirk a brow.

The males all share a look.

“Of course you do!” Hongjoong assures you. “We would never force you to be with us.”

However, sabotaging any other partners you may desire is not completely off of the table. They’ll all make sure to appear as the best options for you. Them, and only them.

You nod in understanding. Beginning to push yourself off of the couch. Luckily, Hongjoong seems to pick up on your movements, helping you up and onto your feet in the next moment.

“This is a lot to think about.” You reply, rather bluntly. “A lot has happened, and I really just want to go to sleep.”

Seonghwa stands. “I’ll show you to your room.”

Again, your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

“No.” You shake your head. “I am going home, and then we can discuss this later. Preferably when over half of you are not covered in blood from ripping someone apart.”

“Oh, believe me, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung grins, though it serves to unnerve your more than anything, “We did more than that to that bastard.”

Your whole body tenses, and you watch as San reaches over to smack Wooyoung upside the head.

“Ow,” he rubs at the tender spot, “What the hell was that for?”

At the jerk of San’s chin in your direction, Wooyoung takes in your tense state.

You blink, clearing your thoughts. “One of you, take me home.”

Turning towards the door you’re positive the five had entered from earlier, you begin to make your way out of the room. All eight of them are quick to follow, Seonghwa offering to drive you back to your place for the evening. Both Yunho and Hongjoong offered, but seeing as they’re both still bathed in blood, you opted to decline.

The whole drive back to your parent’s house is silent, Seonghwa attempting some small talk with you only for you to shut him down every time. You’ve been through a lot this evening, and there’s been a lot of information for you to process, so of course the eldest isn’t phased in the slightest. Ever the gentleman, he still bids you a goodnight, and waits until you get inside your house, and have turned on your bedroom light before driving off into the night.

That evening, as you lay in bed, all you can do is toss and turn. Your mind swims with everything you’ve learned, yet you find yourself more relaxed than anything. It’s as if this is always what was meant to be.

With that thought, you turn onto your side, clutching your pillow firmly to your chest. Not even ten minutes later, you succumb to sleep, breathing evening out as your curtains sway in the breeze.

Silently, eight presences enter your room, completely undetected beneath the light of the moon.

“That went better than planned,” Wooyoung comments, a giddy grin tugging at his lips.

“She seems to be taking things well,” Seonghwa nods his agreement.

“It helps that she already knows us.” Jongho hums, shifting in closer to your bed until he’s right beside your nightstand.

“We still don’t know if she’ll fully accept us.” Yunho reaches out for you, only to stop himself when he feels Yeosang’s hand on his wrist.

“Let’s not push our luck tonight, yeah?” He shoots a sharp look at the taller male.

“Either way, we’ll never let her out of our sights again.” There’s a low growl on San’s lips as he says this, filling the space with a promise which is echoed by each one of his brothers standing around you in that room.

“Nothing will ever bring her harm,” Mingi kneels behind the opposite side of your bed, hand gently resting on the edge so as not to alert you of his presence. The whole time, his eyes remain locked on your figure, dead heart racing with nothing but love as he gazes at you fondly. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“That we will.” Hongjoong hums, coming to kneel as close to your sleeping figure as he can.

Softly, he trails his gaze over your body, noticing how you seem to shiver beneath the gentle breeze that flits through your room. He pulls your covers over your arms, risking a tender caress against your cheek once he’s done.

“We’ll watch over you, Our Precious Fated,” He whispers lowly, hearing soft growls of agreement echo once more around the room from all of them. “You never have to worry about anything again. We promise: we'll always bring you home.”

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jacksons-goddess-gaia · 2 years

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Poly Ateez x Reader Time Stamp

❖ Ateez, all members x gender neutral reader

❖ Comedy, Drabble

❖ No warnings

❖ wc: 342

❖ @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks❖ Masterlist ❖

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Hope you enjoy! Commissions and Kofis are open!

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . “I am not getting in trouble for this again.” Seven pairs of eyes glared holes into his skull. “Nope you guys did this to yourselves.” Jongho shook his head, sipping his drink and watching the tv, feet up on the arm rest. The maknae was comfortable, not bothered by them at all. Wooyoungs irritation culminated in a throw pillow being launched at the youngest. “Careful!” Seonghwa snatched it from the air, stopping its clandestined meeting with a deocaritve bonsai. San gripped Wooyoung by the front of his shirt giving him a good growling shake. “Sorry-sorry-” “Okay enough fighting, lets just try and get this cleaned up, and figure out a proper apology before they get home in…” Hongjoongs voice faded away as he looked at the broken cat clock that could no longer tell the time. “An hour and thirteen minutes.” Thankfully Yunho piped up, holding his phones led display up for them all. “So you have fourtyfive minutes to clean up and pick something out at the shopping mall down the road since its 15 minute walk both ways.” Jongho input for them, pushing more popcorn into his mouth. “If they didn’t end up getting off work early like they wanted too.” Once again pandemonium broke out, as people leapt over one another to clean, get jackets on and find out what they could get. Jongho not stirring from his spot on the couch, after all this was the fourth time they’d broken something just this week alone with their shenanigans. He didn’t want to face your murderous rage, not when the one request you’d had when they asked to stay at your apartment and try living together fulltime had been to please cut down on the rough housing and not break things. He lowkey was looking forward to this, maybe he’d finally get some piece and quiet that night when you punished them all. Or even better, get alone time and maybe one on one romance in your room all too himself. That was something he was looking forward too.

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poesticbeauty · 9 months

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Hellos! Long time no see~ I know I haven’t posted in a long while. I have been busy with some important projects. My team have recently been selected to be apart of the Kpop World Festival Prelims in Chicago! Not only that we were invited to join Hello28 in their Bouncy Dance Challenge project in LA with the possibility to meet Ateez!

We would like to humbly ask you guys to help us fund our trips to both events. This means the absolute world to us and we would love for all of our members to be able to participate in both events. With the price of a Starbucks coffee you could help us make our dreams come true! If you would like to donate more you can and if you can’t donate monetarily then please support us by sharing our Ko-Fi and this post to everyone you possibly know.

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beginningofwonderland · 2 years

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Attention

Pairings: Seonghwa x femReader, Hongjoong x femReader (separately not at the same time, they are still in a poly relationship though so some SeonghwaxHongjoong crumbs)

Genre: smut, pure filth, tiniest little sprinkle of fluff in the end (MINORS DNI!)

Words: 6k

Summary: Your boyfriend Hongjoong is too busy with work for your and Seonghwa's liking so you decide to distract him with rather inappropriate means.

Warnings: oral sex, face-fucking, choking (on a cock and by hands dear lord), unprotected sex, creampie, sloppy seconds, pretty cum heavy, petnames (princess, kitten, precious, slut...), slight exhibitionism, polyTeez (reader is in a poly relationship with Hongjoong and Seonghwa), degradation, slightly jealous Joong,

Networks: @underworldnet 👍🏻

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You often joined Hongjoong when he was in the studio. You liked the atmosphere in the small room and it gave you the chance to concentrate on your studies while your boyfriend was working. You both boosted each others productive energy and could take cuddle breaks in between. If Hongjoong ever managed to take a break at all.

But you would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that some times, or actually quite often, Hongjoong's presence could also be quite distracting. He just looked so attractive working on his songs so passionately.

The worst thing was when he started recording little demos. His sassy voice never failed to capture all of your attention and more than once it had made you imagine all the things he could say to you. But you didn't tell him that, because you were afraid he would stop recording while you were around.

Today was one of those days. You were working on an essay when Hongjoong started making little recording snippets for a new song. You watched him with a smile, that he couldn't see because his back was facing you, as he played around with the recordings. His unsettled, red hair jumped in fluffy little motions as he moved his head while rapping.

At one point he decided to change up his tone and once he settled for a deep, throaty voice you knew you were absolutely done for. Your essay was at least three galaxies far away as all your senses were focused on your handsome boyfriend rapping pretty words into the mic.

None of what he said really came through to you with all of your attention on his voice. You craved to see his face but you could only catch glimpses of it as a mirrored image in one of his dark monitors.

Your body thrummed at the deep tone his voice made and you hoped he would never stop recording. To your pleasure, he seemed very unhappy with his takes today and redid the same line over and over again.

After about 15 minutes of this, you were absolutely flustered. You wanted him to use that pretty voice right next to your ear and whisper things he would never dare to say in his lyrics. Your eyes were fixed on his hands as they moved around the equipment skillfully.

When he sighed in frustration you couldn't hold back at the opportunity.

"Do you want to cuddle to get your mind free for a while?" you asked with a sickly sweet voice, trying hard not to give away your intentions.

Hongjoong spun his chair around to answer you.

"I'm sorry, precious. I really have to finish this first."

You pouted at him and made your eyes big on purpose, hoping to trigger his sympathy. But his work ethics were simply astonishing.

"Don't look at me like that! That might work on Seonghwa but not me. I have work to do." With a warning glance he turned back to his desk again, leaving you feeling abandoned and, more importantly, very horny. You hadn't expected him to turn you down so easily.

You knew it was pointless to try him any further. He wouldn't budge even if you begged him. You did however knew his one weakness.

With a sly grin, you picked up your phone and quickly pulled up the chat with your boyfriend Seonghwa.

Y/N Hongjoong is ignoring me :(

Luckily the other seemed to be on his phone, as the typing symbol immediately came up.

Hwa♥ Baby :( What did you do?

You were slightly offended that he assumed it was your fault that your boyfriend wasn't paying you any attention.

Y/N I just asked him to cuddle and he said no now I'm lonely

You added a crying emoji, knowing it would get right to Seonghwa's soft side.

Hwa♥ Are you at the studio?

Y/n Yes why?

Hwa♥

...

I'll come visit

An excited grin spread on your face as you read Seonghwa's words. You were starting to feel needy and if Hongjoong wasn't giving you any attention, then hopefully Seonghwa could help you out.

Waiting for your other boyfriend to arrive was a painfully long time of exactly 6 minutes. Your eyes couldn't stop focussing on Hongjoong's slender fingers on the keyboard and your mind was already going places far beyond this studio.

When a knock finally sounded on the studio's door you basically sprang out of your seat.

"It's just Seonghwa," you explained to your boyfriend, who had turned around on his chair in confusion of the late visitor. He merely nodded at your words before turning back to work. He really was very deeply into his work today.

You opened the door for Seonghwa and he looked at you like you were his moon and a sea of stars all together. He looked gorgeous as ever, wearing a black button up shirt and a tight fitted pair of jeans. A bright smile accompanied him when he swept you up into a soft hug before placing a gentle kiss onto your lips.

Seonghwa's softness always made you feel like a delicate flower that he didn't want to hurt at any price. But you knew he could just as well be quite the opposite in a different situation.

After releasing you, he walked over to Hongjoong to greet his boyfriend. When Hongjoong finally pried his eyes off of his screen to look at Seonghwa, the two shared the same loving gaze, he had just given you. Seonghwa had to bend down to give the still seated Hongjoong a small peck on the lips, but was also soon dismissed by Hongjoong with a gesture towards his equipment.

Seonghwa looked back at you and rolled his eyes to show how Hongjoong could be like this sometimes. He walked over to the little couch in Hongjoong's studio and pulled you onto his lap as he took a seat beside you. The act was one of innocent attraction. Seonghwa loved having you close to him and often pulled you close to him without any further intentions.

But now that you were straddling his hips, it was only driving you more insane than you already were before. Heat started pooling into your stomach and you were sure it was also showing through a red blush on your face.

Seonghwa noticed your flustered state with the most satisfied smile before burying his hands in your hair and pulling you in for a kiss. He started out slowly and sweet but as you began sucking on his bottom lip and writhing under his hands he realized what kind of lonely you had talked about in your message.

He interrupted the kiss to look at you and his eyes were now carrying a darkness that hadn't been there when he had first entered the room. He raked his eyes over your body quickly before gesturing for you to stand up. He got up from the sofa and directed a few short words at Hongjoong:

"We're gonna go grab some ice cream, you want some?"

You were a little confused about why Seonghwa suddenly wanted ice cream but you were noone to complain about sweets. Hongjoong only shook his head no without looking at you before Seonghwa grabbed your hand and led you both out of the studio.

But instead of heading towards the exit of the building, Seonghwa pulled you into the very next room, a small and currently unused studio right next to Hongjoong's.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you realized his intentions. Seonghwa was usually not one to be risky in public, but when he felt like it, it was a sure sign that he was very thirsty for you.

"So my precious baby was ignored by Hongjoong?" he asked you tauntingly as soon as he closed the door behind the two of you. The glint in his eyes already told you that he had some kind of plan going on in his head.

"Yes," you replied with a pout.

"And what was it you wanted from him?" Seonghwa snaked one arm around your waist as his other hand held you gently by your cheek. The touch seemed innocent on the outside but had your insides making flips and turns. His gaze alone was enough to send shivers over your skin.

"I wanted to cuddle," you replied but Seonghwa only chuckled at your response.

"Don't lie to me, precious. You don't kiss me like that when you just want to cuddle. What did you really want." His eyes fixed on yours in a dark gaze and you could feel the heat between your legs increasing.

"I wanted to ride him on his chair while he was working," you replied in a small voice.

A dangerous smile spread on Seonghwa's face. "Oh my needy little baby. And because you couldn't get his attention you tried to get mine instead? Am I your second choice because Hongjoong didn't want to please you?"

You stared at him wide-eyed, realizing how this might look to him. "No, NO! Seonghwa, I just-"

He was obviously delighted by your flustered state and interrupted your excuses with a chuckle.

"Don't worry precious, I know you’re just as desperate for me as you are for him."

He proved his point by backing you up against the desk inside the room and looming over your smaller figure. It was already enough to have you look up at him with big innocent eyes and nearly melting under his gaze. His right hand lifted up to cup your cheek and his thumb traced a fine line over your bottom lip.

"You know I want Hongjoong to take a little break from work just as bad as you, so why don't we join forces?" he proposed with a devilish smirk.

Your focus got lost in his dark eyes and the tingling feeling his finger left on your lip. You could feel the hairs on your arms standing up. "And how do you plan to do that?"

His eyes raked over your body slowly before they returned to your pleading face.

"I'm sure we'll catch his attention by making you scream my name next door, don't you think? You know how jealous he can get when we leave him out of the fun."

And without you having to say another word, the deal between the two of you was sealed. Seonghwa's grip on your cheek that had been so gentle before now turned into a more demanding one as he pulled you in for a kiss.

His attitude changed within the blink of an eye. His usual softness melting away to a fiery desire that enveloped his every move. As your lips shared a messy kiss, his hands wandered to your thighs and hastily lifted you onto the desk behind you.

From the elevated position you could now comfortably wrap your arms around Seonghwa's neck to pull him closer. When his tongue entered your mouth a low moan left your throat which had Seonghwa grinning wildly into the kiss.

His hands were all over you now, one encircling your waist and slipping under the fabric of your shirt to caress the soft skin underneath. His other messing up your hair. It was one of his favourite things to do because it left a sign of what you two were doing together.

His soft lips on yours already had your head spinning and you wanted to have him closer as fast as possible. Your hands scrambled to open up the buttons of his shirt while you arched your back more into his touch.

"Fuck, you're greedy today, precious. How long have you been wanting Hongjoong to touch you?"

While he spoke he pulled your shirt over your head and admired the sight of your chest in your white lacy bra. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, knowing how weak it made him. In his dark gaze you could see that he was about to devour you.

"Like half an hour. I couldn't wait any longer..."

"Fuck..." Seonghwa only rasped out before he discarded his own shirt on the floor beside yours and pulled you close again by the back of your neck. The kiss you shared was driven by urgency and build up desire. You had been on edge for a while and Seonghwa was one to light up like dry kindle when it came to his sexual desires. Sometimes it only took a single look of you to have him burning up in desperate need of your skin on his.

It was exactly what happened right now. Every tug of your hands on his silky black strands had him grabbing you tighter and his hums getting lower. His hungry lips wandered from your mouth to your neck and you already knew by the way he sucked on your skin that you would soon look bruised all over.

"Get those pants off of me, precious," he rasped in between littering love bites onto your skin.

Your hands scrambled to his belt and managed to open the clasp shakily. The buttons of his jeans didn't want to cooperate with you and when you still only had popped one of them open, Seonghwa removed his lips from your skin to look at you impatiently.

"If you can't fucking do it, I will." With that he almost rips of the buttons as he quickly opens his jeans and let's them sink down to the floor. The threatening tone in his voice goes right to your lower regions. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, but the danger in his voice gave you this exhilarating rush of adrenaline that only made you wetter than you already were.

You stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Seonghwa seemed to be in a demanding mood right now and you knew it was better not to interfere with his ideas in a moment like that.

"Lay down, princess." The nickname has a sweet ring to it but his tone is purely commanding. You let your back sink onto the cold desk behind you to obey to him.

You thought he only wanted to get your pants off of you as he begins to undress you in a rush. But what you hadn't expected was him kneeling down right between your legs and starting to drag his tongue along your inner thigh.

A shudder ran through your entire body as the touch so close to your core registered with your nerves.

"I won't be able to stay quiet if you eat me out, Hwa!" you warned him. But Seonghwa didn't budge.

"That's exactly the point, precious. We want Joongie to hear us, don't you remember." His condescending voice only made you want him more. He was right. You had completely forgotten your little plan over Seonghwa touching you. His entire presence rendered your brain so useless that you couldn't even remember the reason you came here in the first place.

As his hot breath fanned over the fabric of your panties, the first small whine left your mouth. You looked down at Seonghwa who was smiling uncontrollably. He looked almost mad as he relished in the sight of you already squirming underneath him. Eating you out was his absolute favourite thing to do and you knew you were in for some trouble as he finally pushed the fabric of your panties to the side and let his tongue connect with your core.

He started by licking a few slow strips up your heat before letting his tongue circle your clit at a rapid pace. The sudden intensity had your hips twitching and Seonghwa had to pin them down with one of his hands to continue pleasuring you. When the other hand moved to your soaked entrance you knew it was over for you.

As two of his fingers dipped inside of you a high pitched moan escaped your throat. Seonghwa had no mercy with you. He immediately set a quick pace and his long fingers curled deep inside of you while his tongue never left your clit.

There was no point in trying to hold back your moans. It only took him a few seconds before they were tumbling out of you uncontrollably. Seonghwa knew exactly what would make you whine the loudest so he teased your most sensitive spots shamelessly.

You were rushing towards your first orgasm in lightning speed but you already had a feeling that Seonghwa would not yet grand you the pleasure.

"Hwa, please..." you begged him as you tightened around his fingers, your release closer than ever.

He removed his fingers from you as soon as he sensed you getting close and you whined at your denied orgasm.

"Not yet, precious. I need you to be louder for me before I'll make you come."

He got up from his spot between your legs and his hungry stare was enough to keep you fixed onto the desk.

"I can't wait to ruin you," he claimed lowly a devilish smirk on his handsome features. "I can't wait for Hongjoong to notice what he is missing out on."

Seonghwa finally removed his underwear and the sight of his painfully hard erection almost had you drooling. His tongue had left you wanting him more than ever and the sight of his throbbing cock was your final straw.

"Just make me scream already, Hwa." You knew those words would get him weak and the way he rolled back his eyes only proved your point.

Without another second of hesitation, he positioned himself in front of your entrance and slowly sunk himself into your dripping heat. One hand propped beside your hand, Seonghwa hovered over you as he bottomed out inside of you.

You didn't hold back on your satisfied moan as you finally feel full of him. Seonghwa's dark eyes don't leave your face for even a second as he starts fucking you dumb on his cock. Watching you squirm and falter under his touch drove him closer to an orgasm than the act itself.

His pace is merciless right from the start, picking up from were his fingers had left you. Freshly reminded of your mission you let your moans escape without trying to suffocate them.

"That's right, princess. Show Joongie how well I'm fucking you."

The mention of your other boyfriend has you clenching around Seonghwa. The thought of him hearing you just on the other side of the wall drove you insane. You closed your eyes as you imagined him finally realizing what he denied himself when he had sent you off.

"Eyes on me, precious. You still have time for dreaming after I've fucked you senseless."

You focussed back on Seonghwa who grinned smugly at how dazed you already looked beneath him. His hand wandered to your core and as soon as he drew circles into your clit you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Please, Seonghwa," you whined as you could feel your orgasm building up again.

"Louder, baby. He can't hear you yet."

"Seonghwa, please make me come!" You almost scream, desperation taking over you. You were too enveloped in the feeling of Seonghwa's cock hitting your sensitive spot over and over again for you to care about anything else. You just wanted to come so badly.

His eyes glazed over at you screaming his name so shamelessly. His breath quickening and thrusts faltering slightly, you were sure, Seonghwa was close as well.

"Say my name one more time, precious. You sound so pretty for me."

"You fuck me so good, Seonghwa," you praised him. Your words were getting right to his head as he released a low moan. He hastily grabbed your right leg to pull it over his shoulder. The deeper angle almost had you coming on the first thrust and your moans increased in volume. Meanwhile his fingers never left your clit, pushing you into a delightful state of all encompassing pleasure.

"You gonna come for me, princess?" he asked shakily with hungry eyes fixed on your dazed expression.

"Fuck, yes I'm close." Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders to pull him into a sloppy kiss that temporarily hid your moans before Seonghwa pulled back again with a glint of danger in his gaze.

"Can I fill you up, precious? You know how much Joongie loves you all stuffed with our cum."

You nodded without hesitation, a low moan leaving you at the mention of it. The thought of Seonghwa coming deep inside of you electrified you.

"Please, Hwa, please just come inside of me." You couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm was closer than ever and Seonghwa knew it as well.

With a few well angled thrusts and consistent pressure on your clit Seonghwa finally send you over the edge. The blissful feeling spread through your body like wildfire, rendering your ears useless for a few ecstatic seconds of pure silence. Still relishing in your waves of pleasure Seonghwa's hips stuttered inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm coming, precious."

He buried himself deep inside of you and you could feel him twitching as he covered your insides in his hot cum. The warmth of it spread from your core through your entire body leaving you in an almost feverish state of bliss.

Once your senses fully returned to you, you noticed Seonghwa panting above you. He slowly slid himself out of you and immediately you could feel a few drops of his cum spill out of you and onto the studio floor, before Seonghwa pulled your panties back over your core to stop you from dripping. But the sight had him groaning, almost wanting to start the next round right away. If it wasn't for Hongjoong in the next room, he would've fucked his own cum back into you right away.

Seonghwa littered a few affectionate kisses over you stomach before pulling you up from the desk. You tried to look around for your shirt to get dressed again, but before you could find it, Seonghwa instead started dressing you in his black dressing shirt.

"You look hot in my shirts," was his explanation as he saw your confused look. "And you won't need pants anyways," he assured you with a smirk on his face.

You slid down from the edge of the desk with a soft smile at Seonghwa and placed a slow but deep kiss on his lips. "Thank you, for coming to help me."

"My pleasure," he grinned back at you. "Now go and get that man away from his computer, before he dies in front of it."

The mention of Hongjoong made you very aware of Seonghwa's release slowly dripping into your panties. A shudder rolled over your body as you imagined visiting you boyfriend after you had just screamed Seonghwa's name in the next room.

You went towards the door but before you exit the small room you turned to Seonghwa one last time: "Don't you want to join us? I know you like watching me and Joongie."

Seonghwa smiled a weak smile but waved you on. "I'm exhausted from dance practice and I'm happy to let him ruin you on his own. I know he'll take good care of you, baby."

You nodded at Seonghwa before finally leaving the room. Your legs were shaking but you didn't know how much of it was from your precious actions and how much from the nervousness of getting back into Hongjoong's studio after provoking him like that. His jealous side could be quite intimidating.

Your hand rested on the door knob for a few seconds and you took a deep breath before going inside.

At first, the scene in front of you looked exactly like you had left it. Hongjoong was fixed onto his monitors, fingers hastily working on the equipment. But after you closed the door behind you and stood in the middle of the room for a few painfully long seconds, Hongjoong spun around in his chair.

As soon as his eyes raked over your only half-dressed figure a rush of adrenaline bursted through your entire body. His gaze on you was almost terrifying. His jaw was set and his eyes spoke of lust and anger all at the same time.

"Oh, so you have the courage to come back to me after fucking Seonghwa next door?" he finally spat out after leaving you waiting in silence for a short while.

His blunt statement made you even more nervous, shifting in your place. You became very aware of the fact that Seonghwa's shirt was barely covering you.

"I told you I wanted to cuddle," was all you answered. You knew you were pushing your limits. But after the way Seonghwa had just fucked you senseless you felt a little too confident of yourself. Like you could get away with teasing him just fine.

That feeling soon crumbled as Hongjoong got up from his chair and walked over to you. You were backed up against the wall within the blink of an eye, your pulse racing and pupils blown wide.

"And I told you I needed to focus on work. And what you do is call up our boyfriend and let him fuck you so loud that I was able to record your moans from here."

You whimpered at the thought. Had you really been this loud?

"You are basically screaming for punishment right now, kitten," Hongjoong continued, letting his fingers wander from your neck over your jawline, tracing the marks Seonghwa had left.

"I'll tell Seonghwa to leave some skin for me next time, he got greedy with you today."

He leaned in to kiss you but you couldn't hold back from getting one last hit at your boyfriend:

"He also filled me up nicely. Said you would like that."

"Fuck..." Is all Hongjoong could mutter before crushing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was harsh and raw. Both your teeth clicked at times and Hongjoong made sure to stuff his tongue as deep into your mouth as he possibly could. His hands were on you in a millisecond. One wrapping around your neck and pressing you against the wall by it while the other balled Seonghwa's shirt at your waist.

The intensity had you moaning into his lips. Your own hands were roaming through Hongjoong's hair, messing it up nicely before wandering to his muscular chest.

All of this harshness had a familiarity to it that gave you comfort. Seonghwa could be rough with you but always in a controlled way. But Hongjoong lost himself in you just the way you did with him. The two of you only functioning through your desires when you went past a certain point. And you loved being like this. Losing yourself in his hands as you fell apart beneath every touch.

Hongjoong squeezed your throat a little earning a deep moan from you that made him chuckle.

"You're still that needy even after Seonghwa already fucked you?" he asked tauntingly.

"I'm always needy for the two of you." You responded quickly in between sloppy kisses. "Don't care how often you fuck me, Joongie. I'll always want your cock."

He groaned into the kiss before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you of the wall. Instead he pushed you towards the small sofa in his studio. It wasn't the first time the two of you had used it for rather inappropriate purposes but you had a feeling that it would suffer especially bad today.

Hongjoong almost threw you on top of the cushions when your legs hit the edge of the sofa. But one arm was still securely wrapped around your waist to make sure you'd fall softly. Following you, his face now hovered directly over yours, both arms propped up next to you.

You lifted your head to meet his lips in another kiss but he retracted his head with the most devilish smirk.

"You think you get to tease me like that and now I'll do as you please? Has Seonghwa fucked your sense out of you too, precious?"

You didn't have a witty comeback this time and just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I think I need to let you choke on my cock for a while so that you remember who's in charge," he explained and you couldn't help but groan at the thought.

Sucking Hongjoong off was far from a punishment to you so you scrambled to pull down his joggers as he still hovered above you. The way you were oh so eager to get him undressed only fuelled his desire for you. When you pulled down his pants and underwear his cock already looked painfully hard.

Hongjoong lifted your chin with his pointer finger before you could take him in your mouth.

"Be good for me and behave from now on, ok precious?"

"Yes, Joongie," you said through fluttering lashes and Hongjoong smiled as his hand wandered to your hair and pulled you down onto his aching cock.

You moaned as soon as he filled up your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You started swirling your tongue around his shaft which earned you a low groan from your boyfriend. Before you could begin to move up and down his length, Hongjoong's hand grasped the back of your head and he started fucking himself into his mouth.

"Shit, you feel so good my little slut." The petname made you whine around his length and you knew that turned him on even more. You loved it when he used you like that, stuffing his cock down your tight throat until you started choking on it. And just when you felt like the air supply was getting too short, he backed out a bit to give you some time to breath.

As Hongjoong watched you take his cock so well and listened to your sweet whimpering sounds he felt himself getting close and finally pulled out of your mouth. He didn't want to finish already.

"Open your shirt," was all he muttered as he started to remove your underwear. What he had completely forgotten about was the mess Seonghwa had left you in. He moaned as he noticed Seonghwa's cum leaking from your core and Hongjoong couldn't help but stuff it back into you with his fingers.

You whined at the sudden pleasure and started grinding yourself down onto his fingers.

"God, you're so fucking needy. Can't wait to ruin you."

He pulled out his now cum stained fingers and wiped them on Seonghwa's shirt that you had discarded on the couch. A dangerous smile spread on Hongjoong's face as he aligned himself with you.

"Ready for me?" he asked tauntingly.

"I already was two hours ago but you kind of turned me down so hurry the fuck up."

You didn't know where your sudden braveness came from but it set Hongjoong's desires on fire. He plunged into you without another word and as soon as he started to thrust at a merciless tempo you felt like seeing stars.

His hand went up to your neck and he started applying pressure to the sides of it.

"My stupid little slut still can't behave? First she's fucking our boyfriend next door and now she's talking back to me? I'll fuck you so dumb you won't even remember how to talk."

And he was already fulfilling his promise. The choking made you light headed and his well angled thrusts already had you swimming in pleasure. Even though Seonghwa had taken good care of you before, another orgasm neared you at Hongjoong's temper. You couldn't help but be incredibly turned on by him being mad. Something about the fire in his eyes just made your insides flutter.

When your vision started to blotch from the choking you lightly tapped Hongjoong's hand and he removed the pressure from your neck. Instead his fingers gently caressed your skin. He did not however decrease the speed of his thrusts. With the squelching noises of him fucking Seonghwa's cum back into you, you felt another orgasm approaching.

"Joongie, I'm gonna cum."

"I know, precious." He answered cockily and pulled out of you only moments before you could finish.

You whined at the loss of contact and desperately tried to grab onto Hongjoong's shoulder to pull him back.

"Not so fast, kitten. I'm giving you what you want after all don't worry."

To your surprise he stood up and walked over to his office chair. As he sat down he started stroking himself and looked directly into your eyes.

"Isn't this what you wanted? To fuck me in my chair while I'm working because you're so horny you can't even wait for me to finish work? If you want to finish today come here and fuck me properly, little slut."

You were across the room and straddling Hongjoong within the blink of an eye. Your eyes connected as you slowly lowered yourself onto his length and you could swear your eyelashes fluttered simultaneously.

Your legs barely had any strength left but you bounced up and down Hongjoong's cock, driven be the pure desire in his eyes as he admired you on top of him.

"Now that's a good girl," he groaned as his hands held onto your waist. The praise got straight to your core and you could feel your orgasm building up again.

You continued moving on Hongjoong's cock but your legs were starting to get shaky and your pace was slowing down.

"Need help, precious? Do you want to come?" He relished in your fucked out state, too weak to get yourself to come.

"Please, Joongie. Please help me," you whined as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

"You know I love it when you beg for me."

And with that he grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you from beneath. Usually, he would leave you struggling for longer and really make you work for your orgasm but you could sense how his own greediness overtook him.

The sudden intensity left you breathless. Hongjoong was just way too good at this, fucking into you at just the right angles.

The closeness between you two was intoxicating. The way his arm pressed your body flush to his naked chest. Your eyes staring straight up into his, desire and infinite affection mirroring in both your gazes.

His lips caught yours in a feverish kiss. As your tongues tasted each other you finally lost yourself in your release. A series of moans left your mouth as you came hard on Hongjoong's cock. He smiled into the embrace as if he shared your pleasure, his eyes blown wide as he watched you come.

"Hold on for just a moment, precious. I'm coming too."

You couldn't even answer him, your mind far gone. His last few particularly deep thrusts only helped you draw out your orgasm and when Hongjoong finally stilled inside you, you even found it in yourself to grind down on him while he shot his hot cum deep into you.

His groans were like music to your ears and you cuddled your head into his neck to be even closer to the blissful sounds. He was still twitching deep inside you as his cum combined with Seonghwa's and threatened to leak out of you.

Hongjoong picked you up, his dick still inside of you and laid you down on the edge of the couch before pulling himself out. Immediately, the cum started to drip onto the floor.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he groaned before he grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess between your legs.

"You are so good to me, Joongie," you praised him in a weak voice and he chuckled.

"I think you need some rest now, beautiful. Should I call Seonghwa to pick you up? I still need to finish work." He said very nonchalantly while putting your panties back on you.

You looked at him in disbelief. "Kim Hongjoong, if you sit back down in front of this computer I will personally make it the worst time of your life."

"I'm just kidding, precious. I'll get us home and sleep next to you two for once. I know I shouldn't always just sneak in at 5am when I'm done but sometimes I think you have each other so you won't need me..." His voice suddenly sounded a little sad.

The words hurt you deep inside your chest. You pulled him down to sit beside you on the couch and looked into his eyes.

"What are you talking about, Joongie? All we do is talk about how much we miss you. We love you so much."

A warm smile played around his lips, eyes big in wonder. His entire personality so different from what he was just 5 minutes ago. "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you two," he finally said and pulled you in for a kiss. This one was soft and full of warm and fuzzy feelings.

Your eyes sparkled when you looked up at him after your lips parted. "You'll have to say that again to Seonghwa, he likes stuff like that."

Both of you laughed as you were cuddling into each others arms. You have never felt happier.

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𝑨𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒂-a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, especially as an ongoing condition of soul-fulfilling attainment; unconditional tranquility

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ataraxia Verse, Atx Asks, Asks towards the boys directly are on @atiny-crew-musings

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐:

Ataraxia, abbreviated as "Atx" for short, is a new universe, focused around ateez as various 'monsters'. The idea grew from a commission from @jacksons-goddess-gaia and thanks to her and @little-lazuli, along with some interested anons, has grown into a wider, expanded universe, and this post is to help us get to know our players a bit better. This post is in no way finalized and changes may apply, especially as more works are added.

An important note: The characters in this universe are polyamorous and queer. Just because there are some 'x reader insert' works in the series does not negate from the overarching theme of this being Polyteez.

Eye renders below were done by me (7/8) and @doodles-and-teacups (1/8-Mingi's were rendered by them, thank you again, Mickey!)

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

Hongjoong-Ocean Vengence

Faka’ita fai ki tahi

Anger bestowed on the sea.-Tongan

Race: (Reborn) Seaborn-Once a Human, Now a Siren

Height: 6’1, 6’5 in Seaborn Form in Water

Age: 23 When human, 85 currently

Appearance: Blue hair, deep brown eyes, appears black from afar. From his forearm down and calves down to his feet in humanoid form, they are black with small, speckled scales along his skin that glitter depending on when it is hit by the light. In Seaborn form, he has the tail of an orca. His dorsal side is sleek and solid black while his ventral side is white.

Powers: Hydrokinesis, Swift Swimming, Thickened Blubber (tail), Cold Resistant, Vocal Manipulation, Hypnosis

Weapons: Aside from his fangs and claws, Hongjoong's signature method of inflicting damage is to slam his tail against the ribcage of his enemies, often trying to break their ribs and puncture their lungs from the force of the hits. On land, he uses neon knives gifted to him by a particular Entity.

Personality: Hongjoong is one of the more cynical of the core eight men of this universe. He is guarded and fairly quick to anger. Despite this, he has become an exemplary leader in the village where he and Seonghwa live. Hongjoong would do anything for his seven and his village and is incredibly perceptive when it comes to reading the movements of potential enemies and planning counterattacks according to his findings.

Scent:

Home: Talavou, the village steadily growing in the depths of a series of islands in the Eastern Hemisphere of the world. Once very small, holding a population of only one thousand or so Seaborn and Reborns, now it has grown and neighboring areas have developed alongside the central village that are all under the same jurisdiction.

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Seonghwa- Seafoam Kismet

Papata pē, ka na’e lalanga

It may be coarse in texture but it was woven.-Tongan

Race: Seaborn (Angelfish)

Height: 7’, 8’ in Seaborn Form in Water

Age: 177

Appearance: Soft, silken blonde hair, green eyes (change with emotions). His forearm down to his hands and his calves down to his feet are covered in an ombre platinum to blue. Several patches of scales will appear on his skin depending on his emotions/if he's injured and trying to protect himself from sustaining more injuries. He has a scar on his shoulder and on his abdomen after a Certain Incident. In his Seaborn Form, he has a magnificent tail holding some qualities from some ocean angelfish. His tail now has thick brown stripes starting along the midway point. Between these stripes, orange and yellow dots litter the spaces. The end of his tail is solid black with a single, vibrant electric blue stripe along the flowy fan of his tail. His hands have claws that can tear through skin and crush bone.

Powers: Hydrokinesis, Swift Swimming, Glow-in-the-Dark Scales, Vocal Manipulation, Hypnosis

Weapons: Unlike his Talavoutian Captain, Seonghwa does not use any outside weapons when he fights. He prefers to use his own brute strength and his primary method of ending conflict is to tear the hearts out of his enemies.

Personality: Despite his often snarky banter with Hongjoong, Seonghwa is fiercely loyal and would do anything for the people he loves. He tends to put himself in danger trying to protect weaker entities, and this is why he primarily lives on the shore nearby the village instead of living in it-protecting sea turtles and helping them hatch and make it into the water without any of them being eaten by predators. Despite his handsome, princely appearance, he is one of the easiest to make flustered and unfortunately (for him), his emotions are broadcasted on full display thanks to his scales and his eyes. While incredibly intelligent, he is surprisingly aloof and often loses track of time, leading to him getting scolded by the other members of The Fold for not visiting them as much as he should be.

Scent: Sea salt, Vanilla + coconut undertones

Home: Despite being a native of Talavou, Seonghwa primarily lives on the nearest island to the village. This island has no name, yet.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Yunho-Magma Sentinel

Ng ko er a belochel, el mesengei otelochel e suebek

Like a pigeon seeing the danger, yet it flies from cover. (Palauan)

Race: Hellhound

Height: 7’5 in Hellhound Canine Form, 9’ in Humanoid Form

Age: 666 Years Old

Appearance: In his Hellhound form, Yunho stands taller than a horse. His appearance is based off of a Tibetan Mastiff, and as such, he has a coat full of dense, thick black furr. His paws are bigger than that of a bear's. He has two, circular markings above his eyes resembling eye brows that are made from red fur and has a patch of fur along his chest, stomach, the bottoms of his paws, and the underside of his tail where all of the fur is deep crimson. In this form, his fangs are so massive, they can be seen even when his mouth is shut. In his bipedal 'human' form, he stands at 9 feet tall, and his eyes retain their deep, blazing color as they are when he is in his hound form. When he is angered, his eyes blaze, and as a result of it, he has permanent burn marks in the corner of his eyes despite his ears being downcast in his hound form, they are upright in his humanoid form. His tail is the same size as it is in his hound form. He doesn't have an under or overbite in this form, but his canines are just as sharp. His tongue is a vibrant red and orange because of his ability to spit fire and magma, but he can control the temperature so it doesn't harm anyone if he doesn't intend it to. Yunho's wrists, ankles, and his neck are littered in scars, memories of a past imprisonment when he was a few centuries younger.

Powers: Magma and fire manipulation (from his mouth, his hands/paws), Yunho's fire is so hot it can continuously burn one's spirit even after they are dead. He has the strongest ability to track scents of all of the boys in The Fold and can even breathe underwater and track there, too. Because of his ability to manipulate heat, he can technically 'fly' by running on air. His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Mingi's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.

Weapons: Yunho doesn't use any items for weapons. In both of his forms, his claws and teeth emit either lava or fire depending on how concentrated it is, or how angry he is. He uses his massive body to knock enemies off of their feet and tends to aim for the jugular when it comes to larger entities.

Personality: Hellhounds are, by nature, quite competitive and combative. While Yunho is not as overtly as aggressive as some of his peers, his hostility comes out in a full show of force when those he cares about are in any form of danger and/or distress. Aside from that, he tends to be a standout compared to other Hounds. He is kind most of the time, often offering his services to struggling couples in order to help incubate their eggs. Because of this, he has been essential in the population boom in Talavou and has helped many of the guppies of Seaborn come into being. Because of a certain incident in his past, he is exceptionally gentle with children and often offers himself up when it comes to looking after them. If any children in his care were to become threatened or frightened by any opposing forces, Yunho would respond with EXTREME prejudice. Despite any preconceived notions about his nature, Yunho goes out of his way to be gentle with those weaker than him and because of that, he is often called upon to be a guardian watchdog for traveling caravans of monsters and spirits alike.

Scent: amber + geranium, smoked wood when enraged

Home: Born from fire and flame, Yunho lives in the Underworld, in a section known as the Crimson Fields. This area is where many Hellhounds reside, and it is, in its own right, a massive open village. It has areas designated for any battles, as Hellhounds tend to be on the more aggressive end, by nature. Yunho has a cabin of his own that he built by hand, and lives on the outskirts. He prefers to live with his seven, though, and will spend most of his time not in the Crimson Fields visiting Velvet Elysium-the Succubus/Incubus colony Jongho was born in, Talavou-the Siren village, The Whetū Faewilds-Yeosang's Home, or in San and Mingi’s Den in Serein Mountain.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.*:..*:...｡o○　　○o｡..:*..:*..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Yeosang- Wildwood Lex Talionis

Air tenang menghanyutkan

Don’t think there are no crocodiles because the water runs calm.-Indonesian

Race-Faerie, ???

Height: 6’5

Age: ?????

Appearance: Yeosang is the tallest fae in his village, standing abnormally tall for his race, as most of his other villagers are well over a foot shorter than him. His eyes are usually a dazzling mixture of blue and gold, with flecks of pink and stardust-like twinkles in them. the edges of his eyes are dark purple. His eyes change when he is angered, bleeding into an intense crimson and magenta color. The corner of his left eye has a big, distinct birthmark in the corner of it. Across his nose are freckles that glitter and glow with his magic use, they change depending on what type of magic he uses. His hair is silky, long, and black, and almost always has some form of decorative clip in it. Yeosang wears the most ornate jewelry of all of the boys, and it seems like each of them has some tie to his powers in some way, shape, or form. He wears loose-fitting clothing, but is actually quite muscular underneath.

Powers: Phytokinesis, Fae Magic,....r̨͇̖̪͊e̹͓̜͍̘̝̼̓̌͟m̻͎̾ͮ̅̀a̴̜̯̟͎͔͓̔ͬͮͪi̷̦̦̟͒n̙̻̳̺͇̓͐̄̀͘i̴̮̼͚͍͎̫ͭͧn̡͎̟̙͖̣̣̪͈̿g̨̯̙̻̜̣̩ͥ̓̇ ̨͕͕̭̩ͫd̷̠̰̗̞̭͖̃͊ͪ̈́ä̛̹̹̳͐͛t̛̹̯̰̣͂͐͐͐á̤͎̯ͮ͌͜ ̛̤̣̹͇̿cͯ̃͒ͦ҉͎͚̬̫ͅo̠̳͓̮̣̺͖̹ͣ̀ŗ̻̪̝ͫ̐ͅr͎͈͈͔̙͓̞̘̎̂ͣ́u̘͙ͮ͟p̵̞͙̲̲̦̗̱̫̏ͮͫͨt̴͚̯̦̖͇̻ͯ̎̐e̸̥̗̤̦ͪ̇d̤̬̻͇̩̆ͫ͊͞

Personality: Yeosang is a healer and by nature, he is very kind being, and every being in his forest looks to him for guidance and leadership. Despite his initial soft-spoken mannerisms, Yeosang can be quite hostile when it comes to his loved ones and his forest. There is a mysterious air that follows the man and it seems only Wooyoung truly knows what he's not quite telling the others. Yeosang often protects those around him with anything at his disposal, but he also has been known to curse those who cross him for several generations, inflicting pain and misfortune on their bloodline that will not be lifted until he can be appeased once more. He can be quite sadistic and if angered and set off, tends to kill in slow, agonizing ways before returning to his home.

Scent:

Home: The Whetū Faewilds

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.*:..*:...｡o○　　○o｡..:*..:*..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

»» ──ஓ๑♥๑ஓ ── ««

San- Novaturient Eleutheromania

Tēnā ra koe, e whakamaui ake nei

Greetings to you who have come from death’s door-Māori

Race: Manticore

Height: 6'8 in Manticore Form, 6’7 in Humanoid Form

Age: 277 Years Old

Appearance: In both his manticore form and his humanoid form, San has bold, striking magenta eyes with slits down the center. In his manticore form, resembles a lion, both in appearance and height and in size. As far as manticores go, he is actually on the smaller end. His tail is a thick, solid black scorpion tail and he has wings on his back that are covered by Mingi's shredded scales for protection. San wears a choker made from Mingi's scales, as well, that protect his neck from fatal wounds to the jugular. In his humanoid form, his ears, tail, and wings stay visible. San has retractable claws and a barbed tongue, though his tongue is much softer than a traditional feline creature's is.

Powers: Shape Shifting, Sonic Roars, Potent Venomous Stings, Flight, Super Strength

Weapons: San's roars can disorient and even deafen his enemies, and he often uses this as an opening to either escape or rush in for a hit and run style attack with his claws or his tail. His tail holds very potent venom that can down up to thirteen elephants in a single jab. San's jaws are incredibly powerful and can lock once he's got a full bite of whoever he's holding onto, giving him more time to riddle them with more stings from his tail and neutralize them as quickly as possible.

Personality: San is the most guarded of all of the members. He is from a race of monsters that has been hunted to near extinction for sport, and because of that, he does not trust anyone easily. After a chaotic night and a certain incident in the rain, San stumbled onto Mingi's mountain and was saved by the dragon. After then, he stays inside their shared den, creating a labyrinth at first to separate him from the stronger winged man to keep himself safe, but those days have long since passed and he is often attached to the hip with the large monster. If you are one of the small few who win him over and gain his trust, a different side of San is revealed. He is a fun-loving man with those he loves and despite his own fear of being killed, San sometimes finds himself throwing himself in the heat of the battle to guard the others. It is the only time he'd intentionally put himself in danger, as he often thinks of himself and his own self-preservation first before most others. He means no ill-will by his actions, and it is the cause of great unrest in his heart, being afraid of the world around him that so many in the fold find beauty in.

Scent:

Home: San's previous home was destroyed, so he now lives in Serein Mountain with Mingi.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Mingi-Nacarat Querencia

Berakit-rakit ke hulu, berenang-renang ke tepian.

Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.

Rafting to the headwaters, swimming to the riversides. It is painful at first, but victorious in the end.-Indonesian

Race: Dragon

Height: 1024’ (As Tall as the Eiffel Tower w/o Antenna) in Enraged Dragon Form, Size in Form Varies Otherwise, 10’ in Humanoid Form

Age: 500+ Years Old

Appearance: Mingi is a massive gold-type dragon, and to many smaller than him, in either form, he stretches as tall as the heavens. His dragon form is covered in deep, international orange scales along with sharp spines along the length of his spine that can pierce through even stone. His underbelly is an ombre cream-to-gold color, and the end of his thick, tree-trunk-like tail has silken fur. His eyes are deep and mixed with shades of orange and gold, and he has twin, spiraled crimson horns on his head that are similar to a giant eland's. His wings are wide and have a shimmer underneath them that serve to distract and blind when Mingi fights. In his humanoid form, he stands as the tallest of The Fold. His hair is two shades of orange, with the lighter amber shade being at the top and front, while the deeper, international shade is towards the back. Mingi's horns, tail, and wings remain present in this form, as well as thick patches of scales covering his vital points (over his heart, around his throat). from his forearms down to his (clawed) fingers, his arms are an ombre from deep orange to gold. From past fights, in both forms, Mingi is littered with scars, with the most prominent being a deep scar over the center of his wings, where he nearly had them torn off in a conflict many moons ago.

Powers: Shapeshifting, Fire Breathing, Superior Strength, Flight, His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Yunho's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.

Weapons: Mingi himself is stronger than most weapons this universe has to offer, as is the power of a dragon. His claws can tear into mountains and have shaped the very den he resides in, his back developed spikes once he reached maturity as a dragon and he can slam his massive body into enemies to do catastrophic amounts of damage, especially if he is going back-first. Mingi's tail is very thick and muscular and he has used it to rupture organs with several tail slams. Despite all of this, his most impressive and terrifying weapon is most likely his fire. Growing whiter the more gold and gems he eats, the heat from his flames can get so hot they cremate a being on the spot.

Personality: Mingi is a kind-hearted dragon despite his intimidating appearance and capabilities. He tends to have a good read on a person's intentions, especially after all the years he'd been present on this planet. He is often hyper-aware of his size and strength and is very concerned with hurting the people he loves by accident. It took him nearly three years to allow San anywhere near him during his rut cycles, for fear he'd harm the feline man. Mingi is very passionate and this is both his greatest strength and weakness, as his passion leads to him being beloved by not only his Fold, but those who are lucky enough to meet him. Unfortunately, he often gets overly angered when those he loves are in danger and this leads to him erupting into anger to protect them.

Scent:

Home: After many centuries of traveling, Mingi settled on a mountain known for its rainy conditions, which are very unfavorable to would-be travelers. He burrowed into the side, and with the help of Yeosang and Wooyoung's powerful magic, can make the mountain disappear into a different plane of existence for periods of time (often when he and San are absent). This mountain is Serein Mountain.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

༻༻༻⋇⋆☽ ✦⋆⋇༺༺༺

Wooyoung- Cosmic Verisimilitude

H̵̘̔̓̎e̵̦̓̚͜ ̵̡̛͙̣͌w̷̛͖̫̫͠h̶̢̝̿o̷̢̗͋ ̵̣͚͊p̸̮͆̈́ŗ̴̞͂̍͒o̶̹̿͠v̷͉͆́͗ͅó̷͕͗k̷̳̺̞̔̉é̷̯̍̇s̶͈̊̉ ̴̡͒̐ȧ̷̰͇ ̸̡͉̑͝w̴̡̟̒̅ả̸̘̩ͅr̶̦̭̗̾͝ ̵̘͇̻̿̆m̷̝̺̽͠ü̴̺̟͔̈́̎s̶͚͛̾t̸͉̰̰̆̎ ̶̮͉̟̏̃͝b̷͇͊́̊ḛ̷̂̍̔ ̷͉͚͇̇ś̵̹̎͘ụ̶̰̉̚r̵͎̋͛̕e̶͎̐ ̶͈̘̎̍ţ̶̺̭͗͛h̷̛̰́̿a̸̡̽̔͝t̷̢̻̳̃͂ ̷͇̖̩͛̉̋h̸̬̝̑̊e̶̬̓͐ ̵̘͝ͅk̵̢̼̤̿ń̷̠̤̺͒̕o̸̪̺̪͊w̴̝͊ṣ̸̹̌͆̐ ̴̢͝ḩ̵̨̝̃͌͠ǒ̷̹̣̰w̶̦̤͊̎ ̴͇̒ṱ̸̗̾ò̷̲̖̫ ̴̬͂f̴̼̪̓̋í̴̯̾g̷̞͍̹̔h̷͖̚ṱ̵̓̏̏

Race- Eldritch God

Height: Larger than the Heavens in ‘True Cosmic Form’, Changes Size at Will, 5’7 Usually

Age: ???????

ᵯēꞩꞩⱥꞡē īꞥⱦēɍɍᵾꝑⱦēđ

Appearance: "Oh, this is fun. Did you all think you'd get all the juicy details here? No. I don't think so. Besides, do you really want to see me in that form? Are you so eager to perish? Here, let me give you the cute version. Ahem. Wooyoung-that's me-has deep purple and blue eyes with cosmic stardust swirling in them. My hair is whatever color I decide looks good, but the long, black look fits me best."

Powers: "My powers are beyond human comprehension. Let's leave it as 'enough to consume this world and not break a sweat. That sounds nice and dramatic, doesn't it? Don't worry. It's not like I go around snapping my fingers crushing planets in an instant...much. Haha."

Personality: "*chuckling* I'm sure you understand by now."

Scent: "Hah. No."

Home: "My home is with my Seven. My Fold is the only thing keeping this pathetic planet from ruin. Be grateful. I think I'm quite done here for today. You can have this back."

ȼꝋꞥꞥēȼⱦīꝋꞥ ɍēⱦᵾɍꞥēđ

༻༻༻⋇⋆☽ ✦⋆⋇༺༺༺

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Jongho-Wanton Yūgen

He 'ohu ke aloha; 'a'ohe kuahiwi kau 'ole

Love is like mist, there is no mountaintop that it does not settle upon-Hawaiian

Race-Incubi

Height: 6’7

Age: 24 Years

Appearance: Jongho has brilliant hazel eyes that have small, defined hearts in them that make his eyes shine when he experiences pleasure. His hair is a deep red color, contrasting starkly with his eyes. His tail is a thick, almost leathery material and has a heart-shaped tip at the end. Mid-feed, markings may appear on his body, resembling tattoos.

Powers: Seduction, Hypnotism, Pheromone Manipulation, Strength

Weapon: Jongho came into being with exceptional strenth, and is a standout amongst most of his incubi peers because of it. Despite his ability to use his brute strength to subdue enemies, Jongho prefers to use a trench knife given to him by Hongjoong in fights and he takes grate care to keep the blade sharp. In his non-dominant hand, he defends and attacks with a tonfa he'd been gifted from Seulgi. His tail is also strong enough to choke out most entities.

Personality: Jongho is quite close to the members of The Fold, as is the case with all of them, but he holds them in such high regard, he's gotten a strong fear of them seeing him feed and therefore seeing him as a 'lesser being'. All of them have offered themselves to him but it is a battle he has yet to overcome quite yet. He enjoys their touch-though at times he will not admit it without a fight-and has learned to cook to counter his hunger. Wooyoung gave him a paw-print necklace he keeps around his neck at all times and Jongho often finds himself suckling on the stone when he is exceptionally hungry. Despite going two decades without eating an actual meal, Jongho is still strong enough to fight and stand alongside the other members of The Fold.

Scent: amber, warm vanilla + cashmere notes

Home: Jongho came into being in Velvet Elysium and spends his free time there being cared for by Seulgi or exploring with his close friend, a certain ghost he'd bonded with. When not in The Underworld, Jongho can be found with any given one of his hyungs, enjoying his time in their presence and mentally steeling himself for more.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《

┍━☽【❖】☾━┑

𝑬𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆

┕━☽【❖】☾━┙

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Beauty Leaves- Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

#fie writes #Ataraxia #Ataraxia verse #im tired as shit and its not done done but its almost 1am well get back to this later #nvm its after 1 lmaoo #ateez fanfic #fanfic info #monsteez #ateez monster au #ateez fanfiction

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letters to a ruined king | @setsugekka (nb: links to ao3 as fic is no longer available on tumblr. author permission to share received)

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better than me? | @beahae

pairing: san x reader, ft. seonghwa x yunho x wooyoung x reader

genre: bf!san x reader x bf's best friends!seonghwa yunho wooyoung, smut

length: twoshot - 10.4k

it’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, san’s, good friends. he’s even in on it. but one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before.

last updated: 01 april 2024

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desire ♱ 001

♰ pairings :: ot8 vampire!ateez x fem!witch!reader

♰ genre :: dark fantasy, smut, strangers to ?? to lovers, fluff, maybe slight angst?, soulmates/fated lovers

♰ gen. content :: polyamory , references to religious themes, witchcraft and magick, mythical beings of all kinds, mentions of other idols, vampires with magical abilities, switches povs

♰ chapter warnings :: fear/anxiety, description of injury

♰ word count :: 8.1k 0_0

♰ note :: this took me entirely too long but hey! first chapter woohoo!! this will be my first time ever writing a series but i'm very excited :] pls give me feedback i'd love to hear your thoughts! and if i missed any warnings lmk!!

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i've been walking for quite some time, i realize probably much later than i should. the sun had started setting long ago and now the forest was almost too dark to really see anything. but i need this mushroom. if this ointment isn't finished by tomorrow the merchants will never buy it and then how will i feed myself for the next week or so-

snap!

i feel my heart thump against my rib cage as my head whips up at the distinct sound of a twig snapping. i focus my gaze on where the sound came from and watch as a squirrel scuttles up the trunk of a large tree. i feel the tension in my body release a little. great, now i'm being paranoid. if i hadn't gotten so absorbed in that book then maybe i wouldn't have to be out here past dark searching for a damn plant. as i grumble to myself internally, i become less and less aware of my steps which is never good for someone who trips over thin air more than is probably considered normal. and in that moment, the universe seems to prove that point by way of me tripping over a large rock and falling flat on my stomach. i groan as pain shoots through my already bruised knees (from tripping prior to this). brushing off dirt and leaves i stand back up and huff. i accept defeat and turn to hopefully find my way back to my cabin. only to realize, i have no idea where i am. have i seriously wandered so far? i do a 360 and cannot recognize any of the trees surrounding me. anxiety starts to settle in my gut as i come to the conclusion i am very lost. you'd think living in the woods would teach me enough lessons about roaming said woods in the dark...but apparently not. even still, standing here will get me nowhere so i turn back the way (i think) i came from and start to make the journey back. i pray to every god there is that i do not manage to get more lost as i try to keep track of the trees that i am passing… with little luck since its only getting darker.

ssssnap!

i freeze mid step as a branch snaps somewhere behind me. whatever that was sounded much bigger than a squirrel. my heart pounds in my chest as the overwhelming fear twists my gut. reluctantly, my head turns to the sound to see nothing but a vast, dark ocean of trees. the once comforting darkness spikes my paranoia as my eyes struggle to focus on my surroundings. i hear another branch snap and whip my head to my right. still, i see nothing but darkness. this is not good. with no other option, i continue the path i started. anxiety courses through me as i walk and now im acutely more aware of every little sound, down to the puff of my own breath leaving my mouth. as the fear crawls up my spine, i start to walk faster and faster until im damn near jogging. i continuously stumble over the natural debris covering the forest floor but i keep my brisk pace, not bothering to slow down.

as my boots catch on a particularly large tree branch, i fall and look up to see that i seem to have come into a decent sized... clearing. in the middle of the woods? i push myself to my feet and look around to see a near perfect circle of space between the cluster of trees. i step farther out of the tree line and strain my eyes to try and see anything that could help me identify where i am. but i definitely would have remembered this clearing if i'd ever stumbled across it before. i've never seen anything like this in these woods besides the clearing surrounding my own home. as i look around confusedly, i forget that there was a small chance i was being followed by something. instead astonishment replaces the fear as i look around. but not for long. i start to hear the distinct sound of crunching leaves coming from my right. this time my entire body freezes for a fraction of a second and i do not turn to see whatever it is coming for me. instead i turn left and start to run. as i sprint through the tree line, i make it long enough that the clearing behind me starts to morph back into endless trees. but turning back to look proves to be a mistake as i trip once again and fall, unable to catch myself as i collide with the ground. sharp pain shoots through my knee again and i know this time i would not just have a bruise. i wince and cry as i push into the dirt to roll onto my back.

through my fear, i could only hear my boots making contact with the earth beneath me but now that i am still i can definitely hear the pursuit of something coming towards me. it doesn't sound like running but then again i may not be able to hear over the sound of my own pounding heart and heaving breaths. i attempt to scramble to my feet and push through the pain in my leg but i can only manage a weak limping jog. i feel tears pool in my eyes as i stop to lean my side against a tree. there's just no way i'll make it to my cabin like this. and there's no way i'd beat whatever it is that's following me. as the pain in my knee starts to throb, i sink lower until i'm sitting with my back against the tree. through my wallowing i failed to realize that the sound from before had stopped. as i turn my head to look around, i spot a silhouette off to my left. back from where i originally started running. it looks like.... a person? who in their right mind would be out this far? it seems like the seconds drag on as i stare wordlessly at the unmoving figure. i have no options to weigh so i wait. for impending doom most certainly. but there's nothing i can really do. trying to get up again really isn't practical and would just alert them to my location, if they don't see me already.

i blink and suddenly the figure looks a lot closer than they were a second ago. no... my mind is playing tricks on me no one moves that fast. my heart rate kicks into high gear as the figure starts to become larger. they're definitely getting closer. my reflexes kick in and i scramble with no success to get onto my feet. i hear my breath stutter and a cry threatens to leave my lips as the figure finally really comes into view and then stops. though it's still very dark, they're close enough now that i can see the person is a man. he's human looking... enough. but that doesn't really quell my fear. he's still not close enough that he could hear me if i spoke in a normal tone but i know he can see me. i watch as his head tilts to the side for a second before he starts to walk, much slower now, towards me.

"are you injured?" though he's still not very close, his voice carries and i can hear the genuine concern (and confusion) in his tone. he sounds human enough. i nod, not trusting my voice at this current moment. he walks until he's standing an arms length away and then crouches down.

"i apologize. i didn't mean to frighten you, are you lost?" oh. though i tried to focus on his words i became quickly distracted by his voice. a smooth rich tenor that made my brain a little fuzzy. i still can't see his face clearly but he has to be pretty with a voice like that. i was so caught up in my own thoughts i completely ignored his question. "oh, that may not be an appropriate thing to ask... uh if you're okay with it, i may be able to help you." he quickly backpedals once he gets no response from me. it takes me a few seconds to answer but really what have i got to lose? only my literal life. i can't get anywhere like this and there's... something about him. i would say my intuition has never done me wrong and if i'm trusting it, he doesn't seem likely to hurt me. so i nod once again and try to will the shakiness out of my voice.

"okay... i um, i can't walk." i say, my voice quiet as i look to my leg that is still in pain. he follows my gaze as if he could really see what i was referring to. nevermind the dark, he definitely can't see past the two skirts i have on and the knee high socks and combat boots. he seems to realize this fact as he clears his throat and turns back to me.

"i can carry you... if that's alright with you, of course." he answers back. he almost sounds shy... or embarrassed? not being able to see his face clearly is really bugging me but i nod anyway. he moves to make it easier for him to maneuver me before an arm encircles my waist and i'm being lifted from my seated position. i quickly swing my arm to go around his shoulders, ignoring the warmth i feel creeping up my neck, and try to hold most of my weight. once he has me mostly lifted up he scoops his other arm under my legs. i hiss when the movement causes a jolt of pain through my knee.

i feel him tense and i rush to reassure him. "i'm okay, sorry my knee is just.... i'm fine really." i say and he relaxes, letting out a soft ‘okay’ as he stands back up to full height. as he starts to walk i can't help but try and study his face. this close i can see him a bit more clearly but not by much, the only light being from the bright, full moon. i can see enough to notice his hair and the outline of his features but not much more than that. as i look at him, i feel a question bubble to the surface and can't help but voice it.

"why are you helping me?" i ask hesitantly, hoping it doesn't sound like an accusation.

"well... had i not frightened you, you would not have gotten injured. i do sincerely apologize, i had not expected you to run." he says matter-of-factly, like that was the entire reason he approached me in the first place. even though i can feel that that’s not the entire reason he started to follow me, i see nothing else to say so we continue on in silence. i watch as the trees break and we end up back in the clearing. which confuses me but i say nothing. once we're a few paces away from the tree line he stops. expecting to see nothing, i turn and look out into the clearing. except now there's a very large mansion sitting in the middle of it. my jaw drops as i stare. there's absolutely no way i would've missed that! but then i feel it. there's a subtle tremor in the air like a shimmering in the energy. magick. it tingles against my senses and if i didn't practice magick i would never have felt it. but it's definitely there. there’s no way… illusion magick is hardly used anymore and you'll find very few who are able to conjure illusions around anymore, most magick users being wary of them. so how he managed an illusion this strong is beyond me. i reach out with my senses, trying to feel the man's aura but i sense nothing out of the ordinary. he feels… normal. so how in the hell- he's..not alone. as the realization dawns on me, the mansion comes to life, lights turning on inside and out.

"ah, this would probably be a good time to mention that i do not live alone." he says sheepishly as he looks down at my awestruck expression. "most of my housemates should be asleep or off to their own activities so we most likely won't be disturbed." i don't miss the maybes in that statement.

"oh...okay." i breathe out still not believing my eyes. just as he's about to continue walking, the grand front door slowly swings open. i think i hear him mutter something under his breath but i don't pay attention long enough to try and discern what it was. the man standing at the door is tall in stature and i notice a similarity in the way they carry themselves with the grace of someone of high status. almost royal in a way. he strides down the steps towards where we stand but stops farther away than i assumed he was going to.

"who's this?" the taller man says as he looks between me and the man currently cradling me. i probably should've gotten his name. he seems to realize this too as he looks down at me with furrowed brows.

"y/n... i'm y/n." i answer instead, trying to save the awkwardness.

"and i'm yunho, nice to meet you. what...happened, seonghwa?" yunho smiles as he says it but he shares a look with his housemate, who i now know the name of, that i don't understand.

"i startled her and she fell while running. her knee seems to be injured." seonghwa summarizes but there's another look that passes between the two. like they're not just having this conversation out loud.

"ah, i see. well in that case, you're in good hands." yunho shifts his gaze to me and his eyes soften, similar to the way it would if you were trying to console a wounded animal. i can't help but smile at the kindness in his tone. seonghwa walks up to yunho and the latter turns to go back up the steps with us in tow. as we walk through the door, i'm immediately overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the interior. and we're only in the foyer! i can't even begin to imagine the rest of the mansion.

the decor is dark; a blend of black, silver, and shades of red everywhere you turn. in the middle of the foyer sits a small pedestal with a statue of a woman with devilish wings standing atop it. she stares up with long, clawed hands reaching up towards the luxurious chandelier that glitters like diamonds. the floors are dark marbled tile and the ceilings are higher than i thought was ever possible. there's a wide, curved staircase on either side leading up to what i can assume is another beautiful foyer. down the hall in front of us leads to what i can see is the living room on one side and the kitchen and dining area on the other. i can't see the details from here but i see the decor in there is also black and red. the entire place is lit up in a warm glow from the light fixtures lining the walls.

as i admire the opulence, i forget about the two men waiting with me. that is until i feel eyes on me. when i snap out of my daze i see yunho looking at me, there's a gentle smile curving his lips and w o w. in the dark i couldn't make out his features very well but... he is beautiful. even more so than his home. my eyes rove over his tall, lean figure and i try not to let my jaw hang. his brown hair is highlighted with honey blonde streaks throughout and his skin is perfectly clear. he's dressed head to toe in black with a long overcoat that brushes the back of his shins. the only color in his ensemble is the red on the inside of his coat and red accents on the undone buttons of his loose black shirt. the smile curving his lips slowly morphs into a smirk as i continue to stare. we make eye contact and i shift my gaze immediately, embarrassed at having been caught.

"we will have to go upstairs, all of my supplies are in the study at the moment." seonghwa says apologetically, though i only realized halfway through his statement that he was speaking to me. i turn to look up at him and am once again struck by beauty beyond my comprehension. no seriously, what did i walk into? and how many more of them are there?! i try (and fail) to stare less but i can't help it. his eyes are sharp, almost piercing but also kind as he looks at me. blonde strands of hair fall into his eyes and i have the strangest urge to push them away. his skin is clear even this close and he smells delightful. has he smelt like this the whole time and why have i just noticed? i snap out of it quickly enough that neither of them suspects my silence and reassure him that it's fine.

"i'll leave you both to it, i have things to attend to. but if you need anything let me know." yunho smiles and bows his head at me before passing another silent look with seonghwa. he walks away, hands in his pockets as he takes the steps. he turns as he gets to the top, sparing me a last look and there's something i can't put my finger on in his eyes. but then he's disappearing down the hall before i can decipher what his look meant.

seonghwa

i look down at the girl in my arms out of my periphery again. for the millionth time since we arrived at the mansion. i wonder if she's noticed me stealing glances at her. not likely considering she has yet to mention it. i just don't understand. she shouldn't have been able to get into the clearing let alone our home. she stumbled through the barrier completely unaware of the alarm she raised inside these very walls. we all felt it when she passed through. the dim trill in the air, a slight shift in the energy. i can still feel the way my hair stood on edge and my senses heightened. our magick is powerful, we'd made very sure of it. so how was she here? and why? from what i can tell, she seems very human. she smells very human.

she was right to have run at first but then she put up no fight coming here. it made no sense. this poor girl... she has no earthly clue what she's willingly walked herself into. or rather allowed me to lead her into. even now as i carry her up the steps, she seems utterly calm. of course i can still feel the way her heartbeat hasn't gone back to normal and i can feel the nervousness around the edges of her energy. but every time she looks up at me, her eyes are clear. no worry creasing her forehead or apprehension in her gaze. just clear curiosity. and i feel no anxiety with her here. not really. except for the swirling confusion, i feel... relaxed. definitely not how i should feel with an intruder in our veiled home. but i can sense it on yunho too. he wasn't afraid, just curious. maybe a little concerned. for her... she really shouldn't be here.

i look at her once again and can’t help but be endeared at the awestruck expression that hasn’t left her features since we first stepped through the door. her eyes are wide with wonder as she looks around the halls and her lips are slightly parted as she takes everything in. i don’t even realize how long i’m staring, my eyes tracing over her features as we walk. despite how human she looks, she’s… beautiful. in an imperfect way. bright eyes, full lips, round cheeks, moles and freckles scattered across her nose. i watch as her lashes flutter every time she blinks and the way her tongue pokes out to wet her lips before she closes them. she’s enchanting. the thought snaps me out of my trance and i look forward to see us approaching the study.

as we come to the door of the study i can hear the low murmur of voices on the other side. i pause, not wanting to disturb whoever is on the other side and also not wanting anymore of my housemates to know she's here. not that they can't smell her or sense her... but it would be best that no one else saw her. i don’t get much time to ponder my options because within the next second the study door swings open to reveal two more of my housemates. how lovely.

reader

oh you’ve got to be kidding me… i probably have the facial expression of someone who’s just seen a comet but really you can’t blame me. not only am i astonished by the sight of the immaculate study with a large, dark mahogany desk and more shelves of books than i could ever afford. but there’s also two very beautiful men staring at me inquisitively from the open doorway.

“ah, i wasn’t aware we had company.” the shorter of the two says, clear apprehension in his tone as he looks me over. our eyes lock and mine roam over his face, his features somehow both soft and sharp. his blonde hair is styled and he’s dressed in a long, black overcoat that brushes the backs of his knees with red trim on the bottom with a vest over the white button up he wears. the buttons on his garments are all silver as is the jewelry that adorns his wrists and neck. my eyes trail over the necklaces he’s layered, all looking like they’d take me years to scrounge up enough money for one. grand, colored jewels and crosses hang off the chains of multiple while some just look like chain links. i glance back up at his face to see him already looking at me, a smirk curling his lips and a brow quirked. i quickly turn my attention to the man standing next to him to see him already looking at me, his gaze heavy and unreadable. where the other man’s features are softer, his are all sharp. piercing eyes, angled nose, plump lips, and a sharp jawline. he’s dressed in similar clothing except the inside of his coat is a deep purple and he has much more accessories. large rings, long necklaces, a plethora of bracelets. the top few bottons of his shirt are popped open and the muscular planes of his chest are on display. he’s much taller than the other two men and his long, muscular-looking legs show for it. his eyes never leave my face and for some reason, the look in his gaze makes me nervous causing me to look away quickly.

“i apologize, she got injured and i offered my assistance. it is much too dark for anyone to be out there alone. we won’t be very long.” seonghwa says, sounding only slightly apologetic. it seems like he has more to say, an undercurrent to his tone, but he just shares a long look with the shorter male. the two men standing together look to each other, another one of those unspoken looks passing between the two.

“that’s fine, we were… just about finished in here anyway.” the tallest one states and his voice, much deeper than the other two, pulls my gaze back to him. although he was speaking to seonghwa, his intense gaze stayed trained on me. there’s a question in his gaze but i’m not too sure what it’s about. i’m once again forced to look away but not before i got to drink in his features a little. it really shouldn’t surprise me that these two are just as gorgeous as seonghwa and yunho but still i am awestruck by their features. the two leave the room, both brushing past us quickly and not sparing a last glance as they continue down the long hall.

seonghwa very quickly walks into the study and pushes the door closed with his foot. did i hear the lock click or am i imagining things? seonghwa sets me down gently on a soft brown sofa, being conscious of my injured knee. once he sees that i’m mostly comfortable, he paces over to the large desk and rifles through the drawers before pulling out a first aid kit. i take the time to really take in the room, straining my eyes to read the spines of the books i could see from where i sit. i can recognize a plethora of books on foliage and herbs, some i know i have on my own shelves.

“those books are san’s. he takes an interest in anything to do with plants and herbs.” seonghwa’s voice from the desk startles me out of my daze as i look to him. he looks to be pretty busy shuffling through the first aid, i didn’t think he was paying me any mind. but there’s a gentle smile on his face that i know i am not the cause of. there’s a fondness in his tone and aura when he spoke of this san, that must be why he’s smiling.

“well, ’san’ and i have something in common then.” i respond, a smile that mirrors his playing on my lips.

“is that what you were in the forest for?” seonghwa inquires as he rounds the desk with what looks to be an ice pack, black gloves, and bandages in hand.

i nod. “yes, i was looking for something to finish off this ointment i'm making. i was supposed to have it by tomorrow to take into town but… i don't think that's going to happen.” i say the last statement with a sigh as i look down at my hands fiddling in my lap.

seonghwa hums as he comes to stand next to me on the sofa and i take note of how tall he is now that he’s not holding me. he kneels down to be directly in front of my knee, pulling the gloves over his nimble fingers. “well, i truly do not think it’d be safe for you to try and find your way back to your home now that night has fallen. even if one of us went with you, the forest is… different at night. but san may be able to help you find that plant in the morning, if that's something you'd appreciate. i don't assume this area of the forest is familiar to you?” as he speaks, he starts to move my skirts up and out of his way but my socks are still an issue.

i answer him as i lean down to help him remove my boots and socks. “no… no i’m not familiar with this area at all. and i actually have no idea how i found myself over here… i wasn't meant to go too far but then it started to get dark and i lost my way… a few times.” i keep my gaze off him as embarrassment floods my mind. once my clothing is out of the way, we're both able to actually see the injury and i hear seonghwa take a sharp inhale next to me. that doesn't look pretty at all. my knee is inflamed and swollen with a nasty looking bruise right underneath and small cuts all over. i reach out to gingerly press two fingers to it and immediately retract my hand with a hiss.

“how bad is your pain?” i look to seonghwa to see him studying the injury with furrowed brows. his gloved hands are cold as he shifts my leg back and forth, probably trying to gauge my mobility. but even that slight movement causes pain to shoot through my leg and i wince, reflexively trying to move out his gentle grasp. he murmurs an apology as he looks up at me through his lashes. i’m momentarily distracted by his gaze but quickly shake myself out of it.

“it's… pretty bad. there's a dull throb even when i don't move it.” i answer his earlier question and try my hardest to keep still as he grabs a wipe from his lap to start cleaning the cuts. seonghwa nods but otherwise stays quiet as he starts the process of fixing the injury. we sit in silence as he cleans, bandages, and wraps my knee. i find it very difficult to keep my eyes off his face as his hands move nimbly on my skin. his beauty is incomparable, strong brows furrowed with concentration, sharp eyes with pretty lips. as if he can feel my stare, his eyes flick up to mine. i look away quickly pretending to stare at the shelf behind his head. i really hope he can’t hear the way my heartbeat sped up with that nanosecond of eye contact because it feels as if the organ might jump out of my chest. a man i just met should not have this effect on me. get a hold of yourself!

seonghwa continues his work on my knee, seemingly completely unaware of my inner turmoil. between the calming silence and seonghwa’s gentle touches against my leg, i find myself relaxing further and further into my seat. just as my eyes start to feel heavy, a soft knock sounds on the wooden doors. both our heads look to the doors before i hear seonghwa sigh and mumble something along the lines of “excuse me” under his breath. he stands up and brushes the wrinkles out of his pants, making his way to the door. the beautiful, billowy sleeves of his white blouse sway with his arms as they swing at his sides and i watch him walk as if in a trance. i snap myself out of it and instead turn my gaze to inspect my knee. now that it’s cleaned and bandaged it doesn’t look as gruesome. the cool ice pack is relieving the pain and throbbing but the swelling won’t be down for a while. i’ll have to wait for seonghwa to make a decision on whether i’ll require more care or not but it doesn’t feel like anything more than a sprain. i test it out by twisting my leg and of course, feel pain shoot up my leg but surprisingly not as bad as before. my inspection is interrupted when seonghwa opens the door and a voice i recognize speaks up.

“i apologize for disturbing you but hongjoong needs you. right now.” i hear seonghwa make a disapproving sound and i turn to look at the two. yunho’s already looking at me and seonghwa seems to be hesitant to leave.

“i’m sure i’ll be fine, you can leave me if you need to attend to other things. can’t do much like this anyway.” i gesture to my leg and try to smile reassuringly. truthfully, the thought of being left alone in this beautiful strange home is making me nervous but i don’t need either of them to know that. both their brows furrow as they listen to me, neither of them really trusting my words. finally, seonghwa nods with a resigned sigh.

“i would not advise putting pressure on it but you should be alright to walk soon. allow the swelling some time to alleviate and do be careful.” he instructs and turns with a bow. yunho comes into the study and closes the door behind him. he takes long strides to the sofa opposite of mine and takes his seat. just like with seonghwa, i become entranced with the way he moves so gracefully despite his long limbs and stature.

“if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you do that?” yunho inquires curiously. his eyes are on my bandaged knee and he flicks them to my face for a second before looking back.

mildly embarrassed, i laugh before explaining how i’d gotten here. i choose to leave out the part where seonghwa absolutely terrified me and pretend that me falling was all my own doing. i brush my hair back out of my face as i finish my spiel and it dawns on me that i probably look an absolute mess. i suppress the urge to cringe into myself, suddenly self-conscious.

if yunho notices my sudden shift in attitude, he doesn’t mention it. instead he hums and nods as he looks back to me. “how does it feel? i know seonghwa’s pretty skilled with things like that. are you in any pain?” he asks and something about his voice puts my nerves at ease. i try not to think any longer about how the man sitting in front of me makes me feel and focus on answering his questions.

i shrug and shift my knee back and forth but notice the pain has subsided significantly. huh… that’s strange. “well… it doesn’t really seem to hurt at all anymore. doing this before hurt quite a bit but now i feel… fine.” i say, confusion lacing my words. i bend my knee experimentally and although it feels sore, the pain is barely noticeable. my brows furrow and i put my leg back down. yunho seems to understand my confusion and chuckles.

“seonghwa’s got a way with wounds. we’ve all experienced it, trust me. you’ll be back to normal quite fast.” he stands and walks over to the desk, putting away the supplies seonghwa left out by accident. as he busies himself with that, i feel my attention shift back to the row of herbal books. one book in particular standing out to me. the spine is dark green with big, gold letters in a beautiful font and on the base, a golden honey cup mushroom.

“would you like to read it?” i hear yunho’s voice from behind me and i jump, obviously too distracted to have noticed him move from the desk. he chuckles under his breath and the sound gives me butterflies. i shake away the feeling, internally reprimanding myself. “sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. those are sannie’s books but i’m sure he wouldn’t mind you taking a look. do you want me to get it for you?” i turn around to see him leaning back against the shelves behind the sofa i’m on. this man is sinfully beautiful.

clearing my throat, i respond. “no no, i think i can get up.” i lean down and pull my socks back on before carefully swinging my legs over to plant my feet on the marbled floors. i hear rustling behind me and see yunho making his way around the sofa. i push my hands into the cushions underneath me as i try to stand. yunho extends an arm to me a little panickedly, not trusting my balance and injured knee. but i wave my hand and get to my feet on my own. once i’m standing, i make sure to shift my weight to the non-injured leg and take a step. my face scrunches as i feel the soreness in my knee but it’s nothing i haven’t handled before.

i limp my way over to the shelf and immediately my gaze zeros in on the pretty green book. i run my index finger over the lettering that reads “Mushroom Magick” before gently pulling it off the shelf. the cover has the same phrase with many different kinds of mushrooms decorating a circle around the words. the book feels familiar even though i know i don’t own this one and i flip to a random page. the page has a plethora of notes scrawled in rushed handwriting with highlights on phrases the owner of the book deemed important. i smile to myself reading some of the notes i assume the aforementioned ‘sannie’ left. i continue to flip through and read over the random notes they left before i finally come to a page without any annotations. this is where i assume they left off but i continue to skim through the pages until a presence behind me breaks my focus. i snap my head to see yunho standing a few paces behind me with his hands behind his back. he seems startled by the way i turned but recovers quickly with a polite smile.

“i’m sorry to disturb you… but i promised seonghwa i’d make sure you were resting and i noticed your shifting. you can bring the book with you to the sofa, you probably shouldn’t be standing on your leg for so long.” yunho explains as he gestures to said sofa. in all honesty, i hadn’t even noticed my shifting so his observation is impressive… but that also means he’d been watching me pretty carefully and the thought makes me a little nervous. i have half the mind to decline his offer but a part of me feels like he’s more persistent than that. with a resigned sigh and nod, i limp back over to the sofa, mushroom book in my hand with my index finger in between the page i’m on to make sure i don’t lose it. i take my seat and he follows suit sitting, with much more grace than i had, on the sofa opposite to me. i notice his lack of entertainment and wonder for a second what he’s going to do while we sit here but decide that’s none of my concern before opening the book back up to the page i was on.

the room is silent save for the sound of our a clock ticking and the pages of the book in my hands turning. i become quickly engrossed in what i’m reading, so much so i pay no mind to the man in the room with me. though i did look up one time when he got up to go to the desk. and maybe i stared at his figure for much longer than was necessary. it’s not like he noticed, by the time he’d turned back around my nose was in my book. a few more minutes and pages later, he gets back up again. this time he goes to examine a different shelf, one i can’t decipher the contents of from where i’m sat. i watch as he paces before he sighs softly to himself. he must feel my eyes because he swivels to turn to me. i snap my head down and try to refocus on the book but i can see from my periphery, him making his way over to the other sofa. i look up again as he sits and send him a small smile which he returns. i can see he wants to say something so i wait for him to speak before turning away.

“would you… like a tour of the mansion? i can see you’re enjoying your book so i apologize but… i feel i might lose it being stuck in this room.” his smile is shy as he asks. he tries to look relaxed but the bouncing of his leg is hard to miss. i consider his offer as i stare at the ground, not really able to look any of them in the eye for very long. what i’d seen of their home was absolutely atonisihing and it’s hard for me to even imagine what the rest may look like so out of sheer curiosity (and maybe a small desire to want to be around his calming presence) i nod my agreement.

his smile widens as he stands, holding his hands behind his back. i close the book, making a mental note of the page i was on in case i come back before placing it down on the cushion beside me. i get to my feet and i see yunho’s arm come from behind his back, probably to offer me support, but then he retracts it just as quickly when he sees me walking fine on my own. i start for the door, listening as yunho falls into step behind me. once we reach the door he side steps around me and reaches for the handle, pushing the door open and letting me step out into the hallway before him. the house is quiet as i look down the long hallways, yunho closing the door behind me before coming up on my right side. he smiles down at me as i look to him for directions and standing this close i can finally see just how tall he is. he gestures down the hallway to our right and turns to start walking, me having to play catch up to keep in time with his long strides.

“hongjoong, seonghwa, and i designed this entire place ourselves. though most of the detail was seonghwa hyungs’ ideas.” he explains as we keep a leisure pace, allowing me to take in the beautiful architecture and artwork on the walls. we pass by many doors, yunho telling me what lies behind each one as we pass. another smaller study that only a few of them use, a few bedrooms one of which is unoccupied, a library that belongs to someone named ‘yeosang’. the heels of our boots clack against the marbled tile floors and his coat rustles as it fans out behind his long legs in the same way my skirts rustle as i walk. but a beautiful painting stops me in my tracks and yunho slows to a stop alongside me. i reach my hand out to brush over the canvas with barely my fingertips, mouth agape in awe. in the painting a beautiful woman with wings much like the ones on the statue in the foyer sits in the middle of a meadow, in one hand a large pomegranate and the other a skull of an animal. her lips are stained red with the juices of the pomegranate but the way she’s depicted licking it off her teeth as the juice drips off her tongue makes it look like blood. she’s completely nude, skin glowing from the light of the pale moon in the dark, starry sky over her head. a crow sits perched near her feet, picking at the seeds she took out the pomegranate and a cat is curled by her side, sleeping peacefully. her long dark hair flows beautifully down to her thighs, nearly brushing over the sleeping kittens ears.

it’s completely unlike any painting i’ve seen, the artist putting such detail into the setting and atmosphere of the scene depicted. there’s something serene and intimate about the mood, like your’e peeking in on a moment between this woman and her companions. i turn to look at yunho to see him admiring the painting much like i was just doing. there’s a faint smile on his lips as his eyes trace over it before looking over to me. it’s then that the feeling one of the residents of this home must have painted this themselves presents itself in my thoughts.

“it took yeosang years to perfect this masterpiece but it’s one of his most prized pieces of work.” yunho confirms my previous suspicions as he brings up this ‘yeosang’ once again. looking back to the painting i can offer no other response but open-mouted awe. yunho chuckles at my expression. “yeosangie would be very flattered by your clear admiration. would you like to see more of his art or the rest of this wing?” he leaves the choice up to me as if it’s an easy decision. i look at him and then down the hall, lips parting to answer but the sound of a door opening pulls both of our attention. yunho turns to face down the hallway ahead of us as a figure steps out the opened door into the hallway with us. from the way he’s positioned, the other person can probably barely see me behind yunho’s giant figure. i try to step to the side to see down the hall but yunho’s arm closest to me moves up very subtly, a silent way of telling me to stay put.

“yunho? who were you talking to?” a clear, slightly husky voice asks. it sounds like whoever it was has just woken up.

“ah… no on-” yunho starts to deny my presence for reasons i don’t understand. a pit forms in my gut as anxiety creeps up my spine. why wouldn’t this other man be able to know i was here? i shift my weight to my non-injured leg, biting at my bottom lip nervously. the movement was a mistake because my skirts shift and ripple behind yunho’s legs. the other man’s eye immediately zone in on the movement and i freeze. i see yunho’s shoulders tense as the other man’s gaze slowly trails back up to look his housemate in the eye. then yunho releases a puff of air letting his shoulders drop and he steps to the side ever so slightly. “seonghwa brought her here. she got lost in the forest and hurt herself. i was just showing her around.” yunho explains, sounding defeated. the other man looks me over with his head tilted and cat-like eyes narrowed in suspicion. he’s not as tall as yunho but is broader than him, wide shoulders drawing my attention even from this distance. his jet black hair is ruffled from having just been asleep. he’s clad in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, the most casual dress of any the men i’ve seen thus far. our gazes lock and he seems to be trying to read me as he stares, eyes flitting around my face.

yunho breaks the tense silence by clearing his throat. “y/n, this is san. i think i mentioned him to you earlier in the study. san, this is y/n.” all san does in response is hum, looking away from me back to yunho.

“does hongjoong know you’re showing her around?” san inquires, brow raised. yunho looks away, scratching the back of neck nervously. ah, that must’ve been why he didn’t want san to see me. but who was this ‘hongjoong’? every time he’s been mentioned, they speak of him in this high regard. “yunho… do you even know how long seonghwa plans on keeping her here? should she really be seeing… everyone?” as he asks the last question, san’s gaze turns to me again. there isn’t as much hardness in his gaze, just apprehension. like he doesn’t trust me. i suppose that would make sense, i am a random stranger in his home. yunho opens his mouth to speak but i cut in before he can get whatever he was going to say out.

“i don’t plan on being here much longer, i assure you. i appreciate all of seonghwa’s kindness but i have things to attend to back at my own home. he was just offering me shelter for the night since it’s dark and i lost my way. in the morning, i’ll be going back to my cottage.” i answer san’s inquiries with a polite smile. both men turn to me as i speak and san’s eyebrow quirks up again.

“uh, weren’t you searching for something? san may be able to help you find it!” yunho says, head turning back to the other man who gives him an incredulous look.

san sighs as he looks back to me, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “what is it you were looking for?” he asks in a bored tone that offends me ever so slightly. what is his issue?

“you don’t have to help me, i’m perfectly capable of finding it on my own.” i answer with indignation, matching his stance. san’s bored expression breaks as he tries to fight off a smirk.

“if that were the case, would you have gotten yourself lost?” he asks with an irritating self-satified smirk on his lips. my arms drop from my chest as my brows furrow but san pays me no more mind, turning back to his bedroom door. “if you’d like my help, yunho or seonghwa can bring you to me tomorrow morning.” and with that he walks into his room and shuts the door behind himself. yunho and i are left in the silent hallway as irritation stirs in my gut.

“do you… still want to see the rest?” yunho asks softly as he looks at me.

i turn to him and smile. “yes, you were saying something about seeing more of the art?”

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