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kdream-factory · 2 years

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After all this time... [SF9 Zuho Oneshot]

♥ I wanna ask you to read this while listening to Dylan Conrique’s “Birthday Cake” on loop ♥

[Warnings: ANGST!, Heartbreak!, toxic relationship, commitment issues, wrong understanding of what love is, relationship fights, gn!reader]

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Your love life had a sad beginning and you always were convinced it would have a sad ending too. You and Zuho have had a relationship for 3 years now. From the start it had been an unhealthy one. Him having commitment issues and you being so love deprived throughout your whole life that everytime someone loved you, you thought you would have to do something to deserve it. Zuho and you getting into a relationship was a miracle. It took 4 attempts to finally be able to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. People always thought you two were the perfect couple, your relationship being so ‘powerful and strong’ when truely it was a day to day fight. This hasn’t always been the case. After about one year of Zuho and you tricking yourself into believing that what you had was love for life the fassade and all the fakeness started falling apart. The trigger point was Zuho’s commitment issues coming back to life, although they where never gone but instead just buried deep down in a chest of untouched feelings. What made it bearable for you two was the fact that you where the one who always tried to push him into thinking different. You remembered him that he would not have to walk alone but instead you would take his hand, him sometimes being more strict to himself and sometimes giving in to your words easily. ‘Communication is key’ was your motto. Putting this rule into practice was barely needed because you two were lacking problems. Thats what you two thought. Thats what you had to pretend for your little bush of roses to keep growing and, of course, to hide what was underneath it. There came a time where both of you thought you would never face any hardships in your relationship so that you two agreed on instantly talking it out if one of you had a problem, not realising that, this being a lie, would’ve been needed way before you set it.

Two full years into your relationship and a little war of pointing at each other and telling your partner that they had a problem and them not admitting it, on both sides, had started. Pretending that your relationship was all fine was getting harder and harder. Your opinion was always the stronger one while Zuho never seemed to face his issues. Occassionally you would wake up from that rage fit and at that time this was the last straw that kept you two at stake. You always tried to speak in a calm tone, telling him you don’t mean bad when the truth was that your helper syndrom was at it’s peak and you were near to exploding. Two and a half years in, that exact same barrel was constantly overflowing. You openly blamed him for not beeing able to show love when all you did was powder his butt with love and affection and yes, at first you were totally fine with it because that was what kept you driving. You thought you would get some praise for all the stuff you did because praise for you meant love. Why would anybody ever be nice to you when there wasn’t something they would wanna benefit from nor why would you get love when you did nothing very lovable. You had to earn yourself the love you always wanted. Zuho being that mysterious and heart broken guy you thought you could fix was the perfect experiment, just that you thought you were being genuine in what you did for him, and you were at first. But one day Zuho snapped.

Zuho: “How could I possibly take any of your love serious when honestly all you do this for is yourself, to not feel useless?!”

Y/N: “Who are YOU to judge who never even went out of his comfort zone and never EVER appreciated one thing I did, no wait, that ANYONE did for him? Are you that heartless? And you say you are the one suffering?!”

Those arguments went on and on for months and they were getting so bad that sometimes you wouldn’t even talk for a week straight because thats how either you two got your piece or how long it took for one of you to apologize, if that was even in any of yours vocabular. The hardest times were when guilt started kicking in and you realized you never even gave Zuho a chance to explain himself or you never saw listening to him as an option. And it’s true, pride shouldn’t be stronger than the knowledge of being able to step back with your own needs when someone else is suffering more and can hardly handle it. Sometimes. When you’d pull yourself together to reach out a hand to Zuho he would just slap it away, rarely ever accepting it and when he did, you two would surprisingly well talk it out, sometimes just sit next to each other or in each others arms while listening to each other cry. In those times of you two sharing words, apologies weren’t needed. Your tears spoke for you. But shame would often take over, then ignorance, and then the cycle started over and over again. Zuho, who, to your unbeknownst, analysed those situation more than you thought, took the courage to speak up about it in another of your rough conversations.

Zuho: “-Y/N I understand you... I have, in fact, two weeks ago. We have been at this point. Aren’t you tired of all of this? Why can’t we break out of this cycle? Everytime we two barely make it through the last argument and seem to make a good end, it all starts again because one of us is too full of themselve to admit we are having a problem. Listen I- I love you okay? I know we have said that like... maybe thrice in the last two months but honestly I just feel so exhausted when I hear it from you. I wanna accept it. I really do but can’t you imagine that every time I think we found a good basis and the hill is going up my hopes of us getting closer are thrown out the window because of a stupid fight? All this is stupid!”

Y/N: “...Gosh Babe I know I KNOW you’re right and I wish I could show you how I feel the same but... i feel like you say you understand but in fact you don’t because if you did you would’ve changed things... I don’t know but the past year I have always been the one to take steps towards you and my strength to do that is slowly fading. I feel like I am running on hot coals when sometimes I feel like I deserve for you to come and pick me up and carry me on your hands. I don’t wanna blame you here but I fear I just don’t have the mentality anymore and it- it destroys me from the inside. Why is it so hard for you to just give back a bit of love? I see we both seem delighted by the concept of ‘give and take’ but do you know how hard of a punch in the face it is for me when you say you cannot take my ‘I love you’s” serious anymore but then demand that I put down my guard of basic needs for love when in all those years this was your main problem and you NEVER made an attempt at stepping out of your bubble? Zuho that is taking but never giving!”

Zuho: “Y/N WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU TRY TO BE BETRAYED YOUR WHOLE LIFE AND THEN TRUST PEOPLE AGAIN? I-”

You flinched.

Zuho: “Shit Sorry... excuse me I didn’t mean to yell I- *sigh*”

Y/N: “No Zuho, you meant that. Sometimes, and I am sorry for what I am about to say but I can’t do this anymore, sometimes I desperately wish for us to fight after we didn’t talk for a week because I really hope we find each other in fights where we end up in each others arm just crying... Because that has been the ONLY time over the last year where we have truely been emotionally on the same level and where we exchanged some kind of affection. Shit we don’t even have Sex anymore Zuho!”

Zuho: “We did have reconciliation Sex-”

Y/N: “ ZUHO WAKE UP! That has literally been hate Sex! Do YOU not ever wish to be held gently? To be carrased??? Surprise, surprise: I DO!”

The long pause that filled the air made you anxious.

Zuho: “I... I really have never given you the attention you deserve, have I?”

His question made you unbelievably sad and heartbroken, tears started running.

Y/N: “No Zuho... you haven’t. And I am shook it took you three years to realise. I... *sob* Zuho I know I haven’t been nice to you over the last year either. But I was desperate and helpless. All those fights I started were a call in hope for you to wake up. Everytime I tried talking sublty about it, trying to approach you to rationally talk about my needs I hoped for you to do better but you took it personally and made it seem like I had bad intentions. I noticed that if this wouldn’t work and that you would only yell at me- I thought yelling back would be the only way to get through to you...”

Zuho has long started crying too, holding his hands infront of his face, running them through his hair, walking up and down the apartment and sitting back down again.

Y/N: “And YES Zuho. I DO wanna apologize for all the things I have said. But don’t you realise that while I know you deeply wanted to fight your commitment issues, you pushed me away and did the exact opposite? I don’t wanna reach out anymore. I love yo- ahrrghh I don’t dare to say it when you might think I don’t mean it but I always meant it. And Zuho I still do, but I need to safe myself now.”

Zuho was shaking his head. He couldn’t get himself to look into your eyes because that meant accepting the situation. His breathing got heavier and heavier until he broke down and all came out. He just realised that he was the perfect example of ‘People only start to appreciate something when they lost it’ and he did not want to see your crying form because that meant to look at what he had done, how he broke you and how your instability was his fault.

Zuho: “Please no... Please tell me WHY WHY WHY when all we want is to be loved- WHY can’t we take the courage to do it NOW? Y/N please tell me you give this a chance if you love me! This can’t end like this, I was so so stupid PLEASE I can’t loose you! I- I-”

Zuho was now facing you, begging on his knees while you sat on your shared sofa, his head laying on your thighs and his arms hugging your lower body so tight in fear of letting you go, feeling his tears on your legs. You had to wipe your own away, fast enough for them not to hit Zuho but you have never felt something so heavy in that moment and it was too hard for you to hold all of them back.

Y/N: “Zuho I- I start to think that I used to love the old you. I loved the thought of naive little me thinking I now found my prince and that now my time to be loved has come and I miss the time I found joy in us. I was disappointed once and I just cannot handle a second time and I don’t want to take the risk. That’s delusional for both me AND you. Gosh you don’t know how hard it is for me right now but-”

Zuho: “No, No, NO I am begging you please don’t say it please Y/N I cannot handle another person leaving me... I can’t!”

Y/N: “I know Zuho, I know but it has to be said! I don’t think we do each other good and for both our sakes it is better for each of us to start and learn to love and accept ourselves first and... and learn how to deal with our issues first and-”

You took a deep breath.

Y/N: “I think it’s time to end this relationship.”

Zuho’s sobbing got immense in that exact same moment, he had difficulties containing his breathing and when he started to stand up to furiously walk through the apartment it stung like a knife right through your heart to see his red eyes, his puffy lips and cheeks, you so badly desired to hold him, kiss him and tell him that everything is going to be fine but you promised yourself you wouldn’t lie to yourself ever again. Seeing him like this, who you always dreamed about would love you, made you do him justice and you broke down in whimmers too, holding your hand against your mouth, your vision blurring due to all the tears collecting themselves.

The scene was pure heartbreak and the world you two tried to poorly create fell apart,

finally...

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I wrote this for a friend of mine and while I wrote this I thought “Wow Niwi are you okay? This is damn sad”... I am not. I was bawling my eyes out the whole time- I really hope you enjoy this one. Niwi~

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mo-notmoe · 1 year

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IM SEEING SF9 TOMORROW!!

and its gonna be my 9th concert this year...

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hyunlixhart · 2 years

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I've been working on a Call Me By Your Name AU for SF9 and am planning on releasing it chapter by chapter!

I wrote this with fictional original character pairings for Rowoon, Chani, and Taeyang! I'm going to post the Prologue below. This is my first time releasing an original piece so please be kind! I'm super open to feedback as well from my fellow writers

Characters: RowoonxSimona, ChanixAllegra, TaeyangxVerona! (the rest of SF9 is eventually featured!)

First Glances

The car windows had been darkened, as per the request of the Korean embassy. Rowoon was glad for the privacy as he watched the unassuming Italian natives amble past his window where the chauffeur had stopped for a gas-up. He noticed that most of the natives had similar features. Dark curly hair, tied back against the summer heat. Tanned olive skin, not unlike his own. Everyone walked about the small hamlet as if there was nowhere to be and nothing to do. Old women sidled in and out of the open market, old men wandered into the town’s bar to sit under the fans and play poker. Most everyone in sight was above the age of 40.

The boy next to him, Chani, stirred. He had fallen asleep minutes into their journey from Rome, leaving the older boy in blissful silence.

Rowoon glanced down at the younger boy and chuckled. “You’re drooling.”

“Shut up,” Chani grumbled back in Korean, light hair falling into his eyes as he lounged back against the leather seats. “Why were we picked to come here? There’s nothing happening in this little town.”

Chani was right. There was little to do other than swim and have dinner parties with important political personalities who owned vacation homes across the coastline. The other six members of the Korean embassy were lucky to be spread out throughout Italy’s boot in Rome, Sicily, Florence…

“We aren’t here to have fun anyway,” Rowoon replied politically.

“Everyone here is a hundred years old!” Chani shook his head, glaring out the window. “I wanted to go to Rome with Taeyang and Zuho.”

Rowoon rolled his eyes and elbowed Chani in the side.

“Say that one more time and I’ll--” his voice drifted off as he caught sight of someone out Chani’s window.

“Or you’ll what?" Chani was waiting for the older boy to finish his thought. He turned his confused gaze in the direction Rowoon was looking and understood what had shut the older boy up, or rather who.

A golden head bobbed out of the sea of dark Italian curls in line at the market. The girl was young; likely closer to Chani’s age. She wore a red dress that hugged her wispy frame in all the right places. A fresh sea breeze tossed her blonde locks from side to side as she unassumingly examined the fresh crop of the day.

The girl’s skin shone like porcelain, almost frightfully pale, to the point where Rowoon felt the urge to hold an umbrella over her to ensure that she did not catch fire. Something about the girl’s face intrigued him. He wasn’t sure whether it was the furrow of her brow against the sunlight or the determined set of her lips as she sought out the perfect peach. Either way, he couldn’t peel his eyes from her until she was completely out of sight. Even out of sight, her delicate features were imprinted in his brain.

“Did you see that girl?” Chani exclaimed excitedly, pressing a hand to the glass.

“Who?” Rowoon was jarred from his moment.

“Didn’t you see that younger girl? She must have friends, and she must know what goes on around here.”

Chani clearly had not been as impacted by the girl’s pure angelic glow as Rowoon had been.

“Oh,” Rowoon shook his head, black hair falling delicately into his eyes, “right, yes. That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

“Mhmm.” Chani lifted a suspicious brow, leaving Rowoon to scan the sea of bodies hopelessly for one last glance.

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maessseongs · 7 months

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dandelions [3k] youngbin, inseong, one shot

He looked at them, enraged, the vibrant yellow color stinging his eyes, and he wished to tear them apart into pieces.

If Dandelions used to be his favorites, he now loathed them more than anything.

do you do nudes? [10,5k] dawon, chani, one shot

“Do you do nudes too?” he ends up asking, genuine.

The younger tries, probably hopes, to find any funny undertones in his voice. It is what he has grown to knowing the man, but he quickly gives up. He is serious.

Chanhee sighs, and puts down his pencil on top of his artbook.

“First of all -”

Make A Move Series

a breathless mess [4,4k] zuho, rowoon,

Juho finally decided to make his move and ask Seokwoo on a date. Only for his original idea to not go exactly as planned.

the cafeteria's sandwich [8,5k] yoo taeyang, hwiyoung, chani

Youngkyun has a crush on Taeyang, but Chanhee is in the way. It's okay though.

bestfriends and more [8,5k] inseong, dawon

First and most important rule is to make sure you don’t catch feelings. Sanghyuk apparently can never, for the love of God, stick to the rules.

In his defense, there was no such rule to begin with.

reminisce about all [6,6k] youngbin, jaeyoon

Five years ago they made a decision together. Five years from then, they make an entirely different decision. Again, together.

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mirisss · 5 months

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Path of Crowned Shadows

Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader

Soulmate, vampire au.

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Warnings: None I think,

Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon!

Bolded words are a skip in time or the start of a new chapter.

Third Person POV

In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.

Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.

As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.

Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.

His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.

Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.

In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.

Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.

Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.

In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.

Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.

Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.

Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.

The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.

As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.

Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.

His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.

Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.

On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.

Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.

Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.

Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.

Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.

The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.

Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.

Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.

His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.

Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.

The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.

Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.

Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.

Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.

Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.

The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.

In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.

In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.

(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.

Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.

Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.

The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.

As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.

In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.

Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.

The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.

As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.

The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.

Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.

The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.

Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.

As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.

The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.

In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.

A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.

Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.

The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.

At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.

The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.

As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny.

(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.

The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.

As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?

The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.

Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.

In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.

In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest.

As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.

(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."

As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.

Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.

As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.

The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.

The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.

His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.

"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.

Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.

The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.

As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.

However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.

Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.

Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.

The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.

With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.

Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.

"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.

As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.

As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.

"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.

The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.

"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."

Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."

Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."

In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.

As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.

Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.

"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."

The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.

The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.

"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."

As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.

The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.

With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"

The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.

Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."

The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.

Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."

Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."

The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.

Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.

"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.

(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.

In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.

The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.

With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.

After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."

The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.

Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.

As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.

And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.

Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.

Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.

The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.

The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.

As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.

Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.

With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.

The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.

As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.

Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.

The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.

Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.

As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.

The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.

In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.

In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.

Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.

Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.

In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.

Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.

Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.

Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.

In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.

The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.

However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.

The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.

As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.

The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.

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pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

wc: 6,1k

featuring: bang chan, lee felix, sf9’s taeyang, loona’s heejin, the boyz’s eric, itzy’s lia, golden child's jangjun

summary: you both get detention at the same place

genres: hogwarts!au, classmates to lovers!au, gryffindor!hyunjin, ravenclaw!reader, fluff, drama, humor (i tried)

warnings: unhealthy behavior, small prejudice

notes: i apologize to heejin, i love you girl! enjoy ♥ moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

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“Detention it’ll be, Mr Hwang,” the potion professor glared, superficially rubbing his robes from nonexistent dust.

“But professor, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Maybe if you cared more about your surroundings… The kitchen, tomorrow after your last classes. And ten points deducted.”

“Isn’t that a little unfair?” pleaded Hyunjin.

“Complain again and I’ll double the points.” With a last deadly look, the professor went on his way and the Gryffindor ran to Quidditch practice. “Don’t run if you don’t want another detention!”

Hyunjin obliged and walked until the professor was out of sight. Then, he sprinted like his life depended on it. Arriving at the pitch, he put on his Quidditch robes, took his broom and joined his teammates in five minutes chrono.

“Sorry I’m late, I was going so fast that I slipped and hit an armor, and it made a sword fly in the air right on…”

“Hyunjin,” started Chan, the captain.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Wait, I want to know if the sword flew on someone,” said Chan’s best friend and chaser.

“Yeah, the potion professor. I quickly pulled out my wand though and stopped it right before it hit him. I got detention anyway, in the kitchen tomorrow.”

“It’s alright, we don’t have practice tomorrow. Good luck, I heard from Felix that Pitts isn’t happy these days.”

“Thank you for your concern,” pouted the younger before leaving the ground.

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“It’s the third time this month that you forget your homework, Y/N Yoo. I’ll have to deduct five points from you and give you detention.”

“I understand and I’m sorry, professor,” you said as you looked down, rubbing your wrist.

“You can apologize to your House as well, tsk,” you heard a fellow Ravenclaw mutter behind you.

Lia, your friend and classmate, shook your arm gently to reassure you while glaring at the student.

She proposed many times to help you manage your homework and you thought that today was the final cue to accept. Damn your forgetfulness.

At the end of class, the herbology professor said your detention would be the next day after class, in the kitchen.

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Hyunjin was drained from practice, he sprawled on the couch after a hot shower and a second later, Heejin, one of his classmates, sat elegantly next to him.

“Hyunjin, want to help me on my defence against the dark arts homework? I’m really bad at it.”

Hyunjin couldn't see all the efforts Heejin put in getting attention out of the boy. It wasn't his fault he wasn't interested. Nor was it his fault she wouldn't back down on her own. He just let her be.

“Same here, you should ask someone else. Eric, for example,” he answered without opening his eyes. Eric was one of his closest friends in Gryffindor.

“Then what about we go out after classes tomorrow? We could go to Hogsmea-”

“I got detention, won’t be able to.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Then I’ll get detention too, to spend time with you!”

Hyunjin finally opened his eyes and looked at Heejin in disbelief. She was, on the other hand, smiling innocently and feeling happy he would show some kind of attention to her.

“Why would you… get detention on purpose…? Those are awful…”

“I can take it, don’t worry about me,” she winked and as she got up to leave, she flipped her hair.

Hyunjin could only frown but eventually believed she wasn’t serious and relaxed against the couch, his homework could wait a few more minutes.

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The next day, Hyunjin and Heejin got out of class at the same time.

“Let’s go to detention together!” she excitedly said as she tried to take his arm in hers but failed miserably because they were going different ways. “Where are you going?”

“The kitchen.”

Her face dropped. “What? I have to polish the trophy room, oh my god.”

“Isn’t the caretaker the one that oversees this detention? You better run if you don’t want to be late.” Hyunjin left, fearing to be late himself while Heejin cursed under her breath.

It goes without saying that she spent a terrible time polishing countless awards and trophies without magic along with a few other students.

You were slowly walking to the kitchen like a condemned, not looking where you were going, so you bumped into a taller frame two meters from the kitchen doors —meaning you walked past it. You lost your balance and almost fell over but Hyunjin caught your arms and helped you steady.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking straight,” you apologized looking at the person. Realizing it was Hyunjin, your eyes widened, you quickly freed yourself from his hold and entered the kitchen right away, but not without hearing him chuckle. There were two other students already.

“New students for tonight. Two of you can wash the floor while the other two make sandwiches,” Pitts, the house-elf responsible for the kitchen, ordered. The Gryffindor and the Slytherin rushed to the tables to start making sandwiches but got stopped by a yelling Pitts. “Wash your hands first!”

Hyunjin and you shared a glance, silently judging the students that unfairly chose for you, in your opinion.

A smiling house-elf came to you and Hyunjin with mops and buckets full of water and cleaning products. “You can use these, try not to wash too close to the fire over there, another student did that two days ago and put it out. Pitts wasn’t pleased at all.”

“Thank you,” you shot him a smile and went at the end of the place to start away, doing it as neat as you could.

“Then I’ll do the other side,” whispered Hyunjin to himself. He didn’t really know how to clean efficiently, but he did his best, tripping a few times.

While you were almost done an hour later, you realized Hyunjin was not even in the middle and three house-elves were on the floor, massaging their butts. The other students changed tables and went to your area of cleaning to avoid their shoes from being soaked. He kept apologizing to everyone but also didn’t stop his mistake. You quickly finished your part and joined him on the dry part of the floor, behind him.

“Hyunjin,” you called and watched him get startled with an apologetic smile, “you’re putting too much water, it’s never going to dry.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

“It’s alright,” you assured. You didn’t learn any spell that could do the trick —yet— but you knew house-elves could do a lot. “Can you dry out this area, please?” you asked a house-elf next to you who happily obliged. “Thank you!” You turned to Hyunjin. “So, you need to wring it first before washing the floor, like that.” You showed him how it was done and he thanked you four times in a row.

“You’re welcome, I wasn’t expecting an ace of Quidditch to know that anyway.”

He was taken aback by your remark, not really understanding what Quidditch had to do with his lack of cleaning knowledge. He felt like you were nicer to the house-elves than himself and he found it intriguing.

“I get that you’re judging me from my popularity, a lot of people do, but—”

“Popularity? You think you’re popular?” you asked, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Wait, wrong choice of word. I meant reputation.” You slowly nodded, motioning for him to continue. “Anyway, don’t let my reputation cloud your judgment about me, please.”

“Why do you care what I think about you?” You were confused now and uncrossed your arms.

“I—” he blushed, embarrassed. “I don’t know, you seem cool and I’d like to be your friend?”

It was your turn to be taken aback, never would you have thought this would happen.

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Your back was sore from all the moping you had to do —the kitchen had the same dimensions as the Great Hall so it was really huge. You complained to Lia, who half listened and half focused on her homework. You were seated at a table in your common room.

“Do you need help for your potion homework? I just finished it. We also have to write two parchments on how to take care of a kneazle for care of magical creatures.”

You sighed loudly. “What would I do without you?”

“You could start by buying a planner and note your homework on it. Then do them.”

“Nope. I prefer having you,” you smiled tiredly.

The 7th year keeper of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team entered the common room, spotted you and came to kiss your forehead.

“Hi sugarplum. How are you? You look tired.”

“I am, I got detention in the kitchen for forgetting my homework thrice.”

“Could have been easily prevented, then, huh? Please do your homework properly. I’m sorry Lia,” he added.

“Oh, it’s alright, don’t worry,” she blushed. “I can do that for my best friend.”

“Okay, dad,” you put your thumb up, eyes half closed.

“Big brother would be enough,” he laughed and left you to join his friends.

“Taeyang is so sweet, you’re so lucky to have a brother like him. Plus he’s really handsome.”

“Wipe your saliva before anyone notices,” you mocked as you got a closer look at your homework. You decided that you won’t be forgetting to do your homework anymore, it was too tiring.

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Eric sat next to Hyunjin in the Great Hall during dinner.

“I metamorphosed some library books into crows and the librarian didn’t find it as funny as me. I got detention with Heejin, we had to polish silver without magic. She was mad. She kept muttering she got detention for nothing because you weren’t even there.”

“Well that’s a good thing I wasn’t seeing your fingers.” They were full of bandages.

“Oh, that? No, it’s from the fanged flyers I sent in the courtyard earlier. They’re not easy to stop.”

Hyunjin shook his head and chuckled. “You’re unbelievable. Aren’t you tired of getting detention?”

“I’m having fun so it’s worth it. By the way, how was yours?”

“I learned how to mop the floor and Y/N was there.”

“Y/N? They’re from Ravenclaw, right?” Hyunjin nodded. “Did you talk?”

“Yeah, I asked them if we could become friends.”

Eric gasped dramatically. “What did they say?”

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes at his friend’s mocking behavior. “Eat your chicken and french fries before they disappear.”

Heejin, who wasn’t that far from the two friends, heard it all and wasn’t pleased by the news. She searched for you at your table and decided to put an end to this nonsense, starting by trying to burn a hole on your head —from the intense staring.

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You loved transfiguration, the art was beautiful and you appreciated your accomplishments after putting lots of effort into them, because it wasn’t easy, at all.

No matter how hard you were focusing on the hedgehog in front of you, you couldn’t make it into an acceptable pincushion. Yours still had the hedgehog’s spines while Lia's next to you, still had feet and even tried to flee. Both of you used the reparifarge spell and kept trying. At the end of class, Lia managed to make a perfect pincushion while you were… getting there.

“Hyunjin,” called your professor, “would you please tutor Y/N?” Hearing your name, you looked at her with wide eyes. Were you this bad? “I’m sorry,” she said to you,” but I’m afraid you won’t pass the exams if you can’t do this after a week.” By that, she meant three hours of class.

Hyunjin stopped next to you without you noticing, smiling and waiting for you to start packing your stuff. “I’ll do it professor.”

“Professor! I have trouble transfiguring this as well, could Hyunjin help me too?” you heard Heejin ask from the back of the room. Lia and Eric rolled their eyes in unison.

“How inconsiderate must you be to want your classmate to tutor two people at the same time? Chaewon, would you please tutor Heejin?” The Ravenclaw agreed with a smile and you got out of class with the hedgehog in your hands, avoiding Heejin’s glare, Hyunjin and Lia beside you.

“Do you want to practice now? Or after lunch?” As if to answer his question, Lia’s stomach growled. You were hungry as well.

“Let’s eat first and meet up in the courtyard,” you proposed.

“Good idea, I’m starving,” said Eric as he put an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders. He shot Lia his best smile, which she answered with a smirk, before taking your arm and walking to the Great Hall, the boys following.

The hedgehog sleeping in your robe’s pocket, you were eating in front of Lia on the Ravenclaw table.

“Oh my god, she’s at it again,” she grumbled.

You followed her gaze and turned around to see Heejin next to Hyunjin, clearly overstepping his personal space. Eric’s smile, on the other side of his friend, was gone and he looked upset. Hyunjin was just ignoring her, trying to eat and talk to Eric.

You preferred focusing on your plate and that was the moment Jeongin chose to push Heejin gently and sit at her place. She was about to protest but one look from the 3rd year Gryffindor closed her mouth.

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Lia and Eric went their way to let you and Hyunjin practice in peace.

“Do you have the image of the pincushion in your head?” You nodded. “Okay, try.”

You did, and the pincushion had a head.

“Damn it,” you cursed.

Hyunjin used reparifagex right away. “It’s alright, it took me a while too.”

Yeah, like an hour, you thought.

“Your wand movement seems a bit off, can you show me again?” You nodded and tried again, without using the spell. “Hm. Can I?”

“Sure.” Hyunjin moved so he was behind you, putting his hand over yours. His hand was warm, enveloping yours perfectly. It felt like the movements he made were fine, elegant even, compared to the ones you did earlier. “I think I got it,” you smiled, turning to him.

Hyunjin let go of you with a nod, watching you try yet again. The pincushion was perfect, fancy color and neat sewing. “Yes! You did it!”

“It’s all thanks to you,” you said, trying a few more times to turn the hedgehog into a pincushion, just to be sure you mastered it.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You thought accomplishing this was enough for the professor but no, she wanted Hyunjin to keep tutoring you until the end of term.

“I’m so sorry, I’m going to be such a burden,” you whined as you got out of class, massaging your temple with two fingers.

“Not at all, we get to spend time together.” You looked at each other and shyly smiled.

Your friends, in the back, were smirking at the sight.

“Soon,” Eric whispered to Lia and she nodded.

“I don’t think so,” whispered Heejin from behind them. If looks could kill…

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The next day after dinner, you were in your common room, doing your homework with Lia as usual. An owl entered by an opened window and landed on your shoulder. You recognized Soren, Hyunjin’s owl, for seeing her a few times delivering him posts on mornings. She lifted her talon so you could take the letter and after doing so, she affectionately nibbled on your ear before leaving.

You opened the letter. It was short and, as expected, from Hyunjin.

Y/N,

Would you meet me in the courtyard right now? I know it’s late and you might have other things to do— but I have something to tell you. I hope you’ll come.

Hyunjin

“Are you going?” asked Lia after reading the letter from above your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m not turning down on Hyunjin,” you started, putting your stuff in your bag. “See you later,” you waved at your friend and left the common room to go to the courtyard.

Once there, however, Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you were greeted by Heejin, arms crossed, a disgusted look on her face.

“I can’t believe you came. What do you think he would say to you?”

You were annoyed to be deranged by her of all people. And for what? You never did anything to her. Your eyes rested on her bandaged fingers.

“What did you do to your fingers?” you asked, ignoring her previous question.

“This damn owl didn’t want to deliver my letter at first, she attacked me,” she said, clearly annoyed and you suppressed a laugh. “Anyway, stay away from Hyunjin. He’s too good for you.”

“You don’t know me but okay, is that all?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have been this disinterested by what she had to say— or she had planned to do it anyway, but the moment you turned around to go, she casted a hex on you.

“Colloshoo!” Your shoes stuck to the ground, you couldn’t move anymore. “Now you just need to wait for a professor,” she chuckled. Did she think you were this dumb?

I mean, you had a hard time in transfiguration, yes, but you were really good at charms.

You put out your wand and pointed to your shoes. “Finite Incantatem.” The effect of her hex got removed and you turned to face her. “I think you’ll need more than that to stop me.”

She sighed deeply and ultimately prepared for a duel. “Don’t chicken out now.”

“Just because I’m not a Gryffindor doesn’t mean I’m a coward. Langlock!”

Her tongue glued itself to the roof of her mouth, making her unable to speak. She clutched at her throat and ran away quickly. You decided to go back to your homework when you saw Heejin talking to the potion professor in one of the hallways. You couldn’t avoid them so you waited for them to come to you.

“And she just attacked me behind my back!” Heejin was smiling behind the professor but you still had her panicked face in mind when she couldn’t open her mouth.

“Y/N Yoo, did you just attack Miss Jeon?” he asked.

“Do you want to hear my side of the story or are you going to believe her lies?”

“I don’t have time for your little games, Yoo, I’m going to give you detention for attacking another student and wandering in the castle at night.”

“She sent me an owl asking me to come here, then used Colloshoo on me, and I get detention?”

“Maybe you should have stayed in your common room. Jeon, you’ll get detention for the same reasons.” If that was the only semblance of justice you were getting, you were going to accept it.

“What?” Heejin was not having it, though.

“But I won’t give you the same detention. Jeon, you’ll pickle rats’ brains in the dungeons tomorrow after class while Yoo, I heard the Hospital Wing needed hands to clean out the bedpans so you’ll do that.”

“Yes, professor.” The least you wanted to do was stay with these two so you rapidly went back to your common room, hearing Heejin’s protests in the distance. She probably got more trouble.

“How was it?” enquired Lia the moment you entered.

“Turns out it was Heejin wanting me to stop seeing Hyunjin.”

“What?! Where is she? I’m going to—”

“She complained to the potion professor —of all professors— and we both got detention. You better stay here.”

“What happened?”

You explained everything and she seemed really mad. “I wonder if she doesn’t have a rat’s brain,” was all she could mutter with clenched teeth.

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At the Hospital Wing for your detention, you found Hyunjin already there.

“Hyunjin?” you called.

“Y/N? Are you hurt?” His eyes widened at your sight and he ran to you.

“No, why would I be?”

“It’s the Hospital Wing, generally students come here when they need to,” he laughed.

“I have detention,” you pouted.

“Ah, me too. Eric used dungbombs in the toilets of the first floor and I happened to be there with him.”

“It sucks, I’m sorry. He seems to enjoy it though.” You started cleaning out the bedpans with him under the vigilant gaze of the school’s nurse.

“Trust me, he does! So, why are you here?” After you narrated yesterday’s events, he opened his mouth —only to close it a few moments later.

“No way… I’ll talk to her, I’m so sorry. This is embarrassing, she’s not even my friend.”

“It’s okay, I know how to take care of myself,” you winked, which reassured him a little.

“But… What she did isn’t okay, if only just the fact she used Soren, my precious owl…”

“She’s really sweet by the way,” you smiled at the souvenir of his owl’s affectionate behavior towards you.

Heejin wasn’t in neither of your mouths for the remaining hours in detention, preferring talking about the things you had in common and made you both smile.

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Hyunjin did keep his promise, because the second Heejin went to see him in their common room, all smooth and smiling, he confronted her.

“Hi Hyunj-”

“We need to talk.” His voice was firm, his face closed.

Heejin acted confused and worried, putting one of her hands on his arm. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s talk privately,” he continued, leaving the common room to go in the nearest empty hallway, Heejin right behind him. “What you did to Y/N was so wrong, and don’t get me started on Soren.”

Heejin’s expression changed at your mention, of course you told him, what a snitch. “It’s not what you think,” she pleaded.

“And what am I thinking?”

“I— she attacked me first!” she tried.

He sighed exasperatedly. “I’m in no place to tell you what to do but it’s in your best interest to stay away from Y/N, Soren and me, from now on. If you could stop obsessing over me, it would be cool too. Please, wake up and stop trying to get me to like you, I won’t. I can't. I like someone else.”

He was about to leave when Heejin grabbed his arm. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” she rolled her eyes in annoyance. “They came out of nowhere and stole your heart just like that, while I was there from the beginning and gave you everything.”

“I’m sorry, but you were suffocating me. I don’t think that’s love.”

She stared at him for a while then finally let him go, looking down. “I— I understand. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Hyunjin smiled. “I forgive you, and Y/N and Soren deserve an apology too.”

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The next day, Heejin came to you as you were going to a tutor lesson with Hyunjin.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” she blushed in embarrassment.

“Are you going to hex me if I refuse?” you raised an eyebrow. She shook her head in disagreement. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize for what I did to you. It wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have done that. I was jealous of you and wanted Hyunjin for myself.” She had slump shoulders but maintained eye contact.

“What made you change your mind?” you frowned, still being a bit suspicious.

“Hyunjin, actually. He talked to me and made me realize how unhealthy and delusional I was being. I’m really sorry, Y/N. I’m not asking you to forgive me, though.”

You genuinely smiled at Heejin and offered a hand to shake. “I do. Let’s bury the hatchet.”

She happily shook your hand and you parted ways to go to your lesson.

“I just spoke to Heejin,” you said as you arrived in front of Hyunjin, seated on a bench in the courtyard. He opened his eyes wide. “She apologized and I forgave her.”

He sit up straight. “You did?”

“Yeah, you did too, right?” you said as you sat next to him.

“She told you?”

“No, I figured. You seem to be indulgent.”

“I guess I am. I’m glad she willingly apologized.”

“Oh, I thought you made her do it?” you joked.

You both laughed and started working on cross-species switches —a pain.

After the tutoring, you were doing your homework with Lia. Taeyang entered the common room and sat next to you at the table.

“Y/N, who’s the guy I saw you with earlier?” he enquired, looking over your neatly done herbology homework.

“I need you to be more specific.” You knew who he was talking about but you could have your part of fun from time to time.

“There’s more I don’t know about?!” His shocked expression was worth it.

“You know him, why act like you don’t?”

“So he is a Gryffindor’s chaser. You’re not feeling like befriending the enemy?” he joked.

“It’s not like I was playing and you’ll always be my number one Quidditch player.”

“I better be. So are you more than friends?” he smirked.

“Oh my god no Tae, and don’t you dare give me the talk!” You took your stuff to finish your homework on your bed, knowing Tae wouldn’t follow you there.

“I’m just asking, but you’re defensively answering, plus you’re fleeing. You’re hiding something from me, I know it,” he said to himself, comfortably installed in the chair, lost in his thoughts.

Lia whispered something to your brother then followed you upstairs and you both worked on your respective homeworks.

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“We got a friendly match coming up this weekend with Ravenclaw, so I want all of you to do your best. Their keeper and seeker are particularly good,” said Chan at practice.

“We weren’t expecting a friendly before at least three weeks, what happened?” asked Hyunjin.

“I don’t really know, Chaeyoung asked for this, and said it was important.”

When Hyunjin joined the pitch that day, he thought he understood why this friendly was being held. Taeyang was on his broom, flying over the stands where you were, talking together. He grew anxious and a bit jealous, because Taeyang was a really good —and intimidating— keeper and apparently, you were also close to him.

During the friendly, you were cheering for your house team and lowkey Hyunjin. He scored some goals but Taeyang stopped a large amount of quaffles. Ravenclaw won after Jisung caught the snitch.

After the match, you waited for the teams outside of the changing room with a bag full of cauldron cakes.

Jisung and Chani were the first ones to go out and thanked you after you congratulated them and offered them some cakes. Then Hyunjin came out.

“Hey, what did you think of the match?”

“It was great. You were great, flying like an eagle.”

He giggled. “Thank you.”

“I must admit, you’re pretty good on a broom,” a voice said from behind you. Taeyang put his arm on your shoulder and took a cauldron cake from the bag in your hand. Hyunjin was a bit intimidated so he thanked him quietly, his eyes fixed on his hand on your shoulder.

“I present you my big brother,” you smiled and his eyes widened. He immediately felt stupid for being jealous and looked away.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he proposed his hand, which your brother shook strongly.

“Taeyang. I’ll keep an eye on you, just so you know. Don’t mess with my sugar plum.” You grimaced at the nickname, he had to use it now.

Hyunjin gulped and shook his head vividly. “I would never.”

You were embarrassed and the rest of the teams coming out saved you. You offered the rest of the cauldron cakes to everyone and fled to the castle.

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Next saturday, you were wandering alone through the castle —Lia went to Hogsmeade with Eric— when your brother came to you.

“Y/N, I got an owl from dad. With no surprise, he told me to keep an eye on you and to keep you away from trouble.”

“How sweet of him. Couldn’t send an owl directly to me and ask how I’ve been, though?” That was your dad. And hearing about him angered you.

“Y/N… don’t be like that, please.”

��Like what? Did he ask how I was in your letter?” His silence answered your question. “See? My time in detention is all he cares about, I’m tired.”

“I’m going to answer him. Stay inside the castle, it’s going to rain soon.”

“Whatever.” It’s frustrated and angry that you walked outside, between the castle and the Quidditch pitch. You looked for a mud and poop free area, lied down and took deep breaths.

Your dad was a Quidditch player in his years at Hogwarts. He was so good at it that he made the national team after he graduated. His whole life was dedicated to Quidditch, so he was beyond proud when Taeyang made the house team in his second year, like your dad. But he was also extremely disappointed when you didn’t even bother to go to the tryouts, despite the pressure your dad was putting on you.

Your brother was supportive of your choices and always defended you against your dad, but it was pointless. He acted like you were dishonoring the family and his ‘legacy’. It hurt you to the core, but you wanted to live your own life like you intended to, not like your dad or anyone else wanted you to.

You could have hated Quidditch because of all this, but you kept on supporting your brother and your house team, by coming to the practices and bringing sweets along for the team. Your brother often asked you to stop, saying you were just going to make them gain weight but they never said no to your gifts, especially not Jisung and Chani.

You looked at the sky, trying to clear your head. It was blue with lots of white clouds and you closed your eyes for a while, enjoying the breeze. Around twenty minutes later, you felt drops hitting your nose, then your forehead and neck. Milliseconds were enough for the rain to pour like a waterfall. You sighed and put your robe’s cap over your head. The castle was further than expected but you didn’t run.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel the rain anymore although it was still pouring. You lifted your head and saw Hyunjin on his broom, an umbrella in his hand put above you. He had his Quidditch outfit on, water dripping from his damped hair. He smiled sweetly at you and your cheeks burned from the kind gesture. You ran to the castle so Hyunjin wouldn’t have to do that for too long and he didn’t have problems following you. When you arrived at the big door, your gaze went to the Quidditch pitch and despite the weather, you could see forms flying around, meaning one thing: Hyunjin was having practice and ditched it for you. He shook his hair while you looked at him and smiled fondly.

“Your hair is sticking out everywhere. Cute.” Your eyes widened at what you just said and coughed. “Thank you for the help. You were having practice, right?”

Hyunjin chuckled at your expressions. “No problem, Y/N. Yes, Chan will understand why I left.”

“Alright, you should go back now. Don’t catch a cold!” He was going higher but stopped to give you the umbrella.

“You’ll need this more than me. I suggest you go dry yourself and stay by a fireplace. Bye!”

He flew to the Quidditch pitch and you were left there, your heart ready to combust from the cuteness of the conversation you just had.

You entered the castle and Taeyang found you in the hallway.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay inside?” His disapproving look didn’t wash away your smile and heart eyes.

“I don’t regret it.”

Your brother used the hot-air charm to dry your clothes and you thanked him, before going to your common room together.

“I told dad you were doing good and that you could take care of yourself just fine. You okay?”

“Yes, yes I’m good. Thank you. You’re the best brother ever,” you chanted, linking his arm to your own.

“I’m your only brother, it’s easy.” He 100x preferred seeing you smile than being upset, and wanted your happiness above all, even your dad’s wishes.

You sat together on a couch close to the fireplace to fight the cold.

“How do you put up with the pressure dad’s putting on you?” you asked.

He thought for a while then shrugged. “I love Quidditch and I’d rather he focuses on me to let you breathe. I’m sorry it’s not going as planned, I just wish he would stop caring about Quidditch so much.” You hugged your brother tightly. You were thankful for him.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

It was May and the last Quidditch matches of the season were being held. Slytherin had won against Hufflepuff, and the points in the match opposing Gryffindor to Ravenclaw were going to be crucial to know the winner of the Quidditch Cup.

You were excited to know which house would win this year and of course, you supported your own house, and Hyunjin.

You went to see him before the match at breakfast. “I’m rooting for you. But also my brother and my house team. Anyway, good luck.”

You left before he could reply so you had no idea how happy and confident it made him. Albeit you could feel it on the pitch when he came on his broom. You were in the stands with Lia and Eric, respectively in your house colors, and you must admit Hyunjin’s name left your mouth a lot during the match, maybe even more than Taeyang’s.

“300-270 for Gryffindor and the golden snitch isn’t caught yet,” said Jangjun, one of the commentators.

“Come on Jisung,” you heard Lia whisper beside you.

Your eyes were on Hyunjin. He avoided Chaeyoung and gave the quaffle to Lisa, allowing her to approach the goal. She pretended to shoot and your brother fell for it.

“Lisa scores! 310 for Gryffindor,” shouted Felix, the second commentator.

“It looks like Jisung has seen the snitch,” commented Jangjun. “Mark is right behind him. He’s gaining ground… Jisung’s giving his all… and he catches the snitch!”

“Ravenclaw wins 420 to 310!” announced Felix.

All the Ravenclaws jumped and screamed, pumping their fist into the air. You were really happy for your house team. Gryffindor did lose this match, but they accumulated the most points so they won the Quidditch Cup.

“We were 40 points away from the Quidditch Cup,” Taeyang had said in the common room where every Ravenclaw celebrated their victory. “But we did great on the match. I’m really proud of every single one of you. I could’ve stopped more quaffles—”

“Hey, you stopped a really large amount of quaffles and no one here could have done the same,” you said as-a-matter-of-factly.

You could hear some people agreeing with you and the screams intensified.

“Thanks Y/N. To our victory!” he cheered, raising his butterbeer into the air.

The crowd echoed and the party lasted until late but paused for dinner. In the Great Hall, you could see the pride in every Gryffindor’s eyes interested enough in Quidditch. You saw Hyunjin and gave him a thumbs up and a big smile but you definitely didn’t expect him to run to your house table and take you into a big hug, which you reciprocated, obviously.

Lia's smile widened and she discreetly clapped her hands while a few Ravenclaws gasped and stared at the two of you with wide eyes, including your brother. He knew there was something going on with the two of you, but, like you, he didn’t expect that to happen here and now.

“I think I did so well thanks to your encouragement so I wanted to thank you for it,” he whispered cheerfully in your ear.

“Are you sure? It was really awkward, not really an inspirational speech,” you jested.

“Yeah,” he laughed, a light sound you couldn’t get bored of hearing. “Maybe it’s because it was you.” He sounded more serious so you moved back to make eye contact. Neither of you cared about the people around you. “Y/N, spending time with you is the highlight of my days. You’re dazzling and I really, really like you.”

You smiled until your eyes crinkled. “Hyunjin, you happen to be a really good guy whose presence makes me incredibly happier. My life has been brighter since I met you. I like you too, like a whole lot,” you giggled and his smile couldn’t be wider.

He hugged you tight again and when you opened your eyes, you were met with your brother’s. He was smiling contently, giving you a thumbs up.

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please let me know <3 and here's the masterlist!

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divinefireangel · 9 months

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Hi! Can I request an idol!au reaction where the reader is his crush and they brings up his name in an interview? Thank you!

Listen I'm making random stuff up according to my liking, hopefully you all like it too! 😂

Warnings: Fluff. Feels? I tried to make it cute but idk 😬. It's prolly terrible I'm sorry

Youngbin

YOU KNOW BINNIE BUNNY GIGGLES

But just a lot softer

Babyboy didn't even know you knew him

Kinda shocked that you noticed him out of everyone

He's a blushy baby the whole while and definitely the target of the MC's teasing and also Sanghyuk's 💀

Inseong

When the topic of idols with degrees comes up and you mention how you and him have done the same course but at different times he's kinda bummed because he could've done it with you 😂

He's for sure someone who will like you back if you like him

Man will not stop stealing gazes for the rest of the time till he confidently comes up and asks you for your number (aka one of the few times he uses his sexiness)

Jaeyoon

A MAN OF VERY FEW WORDS ON SCREEN BUT WILL EAT YOUR EAR OFF OFFSCREEN

He uses his dimples and giggles to lure you more into the Jaeyoon trap although you're already deep enough 😂

He will and I say WILL make you shy af using his aura

Dawon

He just mutters a soft "thank you" and blushes so adorably I just can't

Then he will bite him lip like a menace that he is and seduce you 💀

Will confidently come and ask for your number offscreen 🤌🏼🤌🏼

Zuho

Babyboy is just so shocked like "me? Are you sure it's me?" Pt. 1/3

He's so touched but also can't believe it because man probably worships you ik a non creepy way

He is still a social butterfly after all and will fall to his knees if you come to give your number to him before he asks

Rowoon

Babyboy is just so shocked like "me? Are you sure it's me?" Pt. 2/3

But in a kind of cocky way? Which is hot uk

Kind of gives you heart eyes when you speak and is so lost in staring at you that he has to be tapped back to reality lol

Will not hesitate to ask you out first, man's is too tired for the mind games

Yoo Taeyang

Babyboy is just so shocked like "me? Are you sure it's me?" Pt. 3/3

But he looks forward to how your relationship will progress

Uk how he did with his beloved Kai sunbaenim hehe 🤭

He is still shy ofcourse so you'll have to ask him for his number first

Hwiyoung

Man has too many friends and mutuals to hesitate to ask your contact

He will play it casual but he is freaking out on the inside

But wishes to have at least one private moment with you without your friends or staff around so he can get to know you a little better

Chani

I'm sorry but he won't have a crush on you it'll be the other way around 😂

I just think he will marvel in the fact that someone as cute as you idolizes him and that's gonna make him think about you a lot

Will try to find out more info about you from his "sources"

#sf9 #youngbin #inseong #jaeyoon #dawon #rowoon #zuho #yoo taeyang #hwiyoung #chani #sf9 fluff #sf9 x reader #sf9 reactions #sf9 x reader fluff #sf9 headcanons #idol!au

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serenadeofher · 1 year

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a little birthday surprise

synopsis; you decided to make your boyfriend a little surprise for his bday

pairing; hwiyoung x reader

genre; boyfriend au with a little bit of fluff

word count; 787

A sunny Sunday and your favorite man’s birthday. There is no other way you would want to spend this Sunday then with him on your sweet little balcony. It’s nothing bougie as a matter of fact when you moved into your apartment the balcony looked just plain old basic until you gave it your own little touch.

With the help of your boyfriend, who contributed you with a lot of the green plants placed all over the small space and your affinity to care for plants, it became your little relax area where you can sit in the summer having a light breeze tickle your skin and your warm boyfriend sitting right beside you on the not so spacious two seater.

You were reading a book on here previously while waiting for him to arrive at your place. The plan was to surprise him with a cake for the two of us you baked with all your heart and care to make it look good. The colored frosting forming the words: happy birthday kyun and a cat in the middle of the cake with a 24 written right beside it.

You had already gotten his actual gift ready and wrapped on the glass table infront of the two seater. While he was sitting there you grabbed the cake and lit the candles before quickly walking out of your living room while singing a birthday song to him.

His smile was wide, singing along with you and clapping loudly along to your singing voices. You put the cake on the table and said “make a wish kyun”. He closed his eyes and thought for a second before blowing out the few candles on top of the cake.

He opened his eyes again and with a wide grin on his face “thank you baby but this wasn’t necessary” he pulled you towards him by your hand and you plopped down beside him on the sofa. His hand on your cheek he moves towards you and gives you a deep but sweet kiss on your lips.

The corners of your lips automatically went up. “Come on unpack your actual gift now” you nudge his side. With a chuckle he grabs the present and rips the wrap with too much care open.

When he opens the lid of the box that was wrapped, he sees a beautiful bracelet that fits perfectly to the other ones he sports on his arm daily. His eyes lit up and he puts it on while commenting “it looks so good where did you get it?”.

You laugh knowing him well he probably wants to check out the rest of the collection. There is only one problem there is no actual collection to this. “I made it myself. I hope you like it”

“Are you kidding me this is so beautiful I’m not taking it off” he muses towards you. He smooches you with one more kiss right beside your lips this time.

“But that’s not all” you remind him. His hand grabs the box one more time to see something shiny between the paper in the box where the bracelet was placed on.

A beautiful ring that matches one you got a few days ago. You grab the ring out of his hand and slide it onto his right index finger. You know he doesn’t really like to wear rings on all of his fingers. The only ring he casually wears along with his bracelets is one of your silver rings he “stole” from you but the difference of your and his fingers being quite large, the ring only fit on his pinky.

“Just thing of this as a promise ring from me. You don’t have to wear it on your ring finger tho.” You quickly add. He is really speechless now. What did he do to deserve such a caring girlfriend like you.

“Actually I think that’s where you are supposed ti wear them right? So that’s exactly what I’m going to do” is all he says while moving the ring on said finger.

The rest of the day is spend with the both of you cuddling on the balcony. You wrapped in his big arms and hugging him tightly back while talking until it’s dark outside.

#sf9 x reader #sf9 scenarios #hwiyoung #kim youngkyun #au #ff

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Give him all your attention!

Yandere

Implied sex

Word count 712

^Narcissus stares at his reflection, while his rejected suitor, Echo, looks on. The son of the river god Cephissus and the naiad, or nymph, Liriope, it was said that Narcissus would live to old age, if he never looked at himself. He had gained many female admirers, entranced by his beauty, but he rejected them all. One of them, Echo, was so upset by his rejection that she withdrew from the world to waste away. All that was left of her was a whisper. It was heard by the goddess Nemesis, who, in response, made Narcissus fall in love with his own reflection, at which he stared until he died. A narcissus flowered in his absence.^ (History today).

•^Narcissus^•

"Makeup remover wipes? Seriously?" Disbelief and annoyance colour her curt tone.

Kim Young Kyun, who will from henceforth be known as Hwiyoung. He has gone too far this time! She tells herself, I'm not dealing with his rules nor his dominant chauvinist behaviour. Handing the offensive wipes back to Hwiyoung, "go to hell" and with that slams the door shut. "Open this door" he growls "now!". Heartbeat racing at an alarming rate, ignoring his demands, adamantly holding her ground, "you will regret this my petal!" He snarls at the door, after a moment she can hear his retreating footsteps. Shaking with fright she breathes a sigh of relief.

How did I let it get to this? Because I'm weak! She mutters.

Weak and pathetic! He is stubborn guy, determined once he has set a course nothing or no one will allow him to deviate. Attractive, yes he is and he knows it! I'm a damn fool! But I did it and I ended it!

He plays her like a musical instrument she tells herself especially in the bedroom where beautiful music notes play. He is a very giving and demanding lover and stamina, sighing. Romantic and loyal, the candlelit dinners were dreamy. So when did it all go down the drain? Stubbornness and perseverance once he made his mind up nothing and I mean nothing could change his view. Territorial when did that start, oh when I smiled at the barista thanking him for the coffee. Jealous of any time spent not with him, possessive hell yeah, "you are mine!" "Remember you belong to me!". Exciting at first but after a while completely and utterly draining.

"Are you deliberately trying to get all the bees in the room to pollinate your flower?" Remembering how he took my hand and stormed out of the party. "Wow" he's lost the plot! What was he thinking? The outfit covered all appropriately.

Catching him going through my phone and having the audacity to tell me it's his right. Telling me what to wear the relationship was fizzing out, I really liked him but really? Buying clothes for me to wear when I was out in public, my Grandmother would and could wear those items, then the sexy lingerie which was for his eyes only. Demanding that when I'm with him one hundred percent of attention falls on him, him alone. Now no makeup, it's just too much. "I do not belong to him!".

♤

Some time passes and not a word from Hwiyoung, relief and surprise, thinking he might have tried to mend things or at least communicate. Maybe he also came to this realization that this is for the best.

A delivery, anticipation, wonder what is ? Who sent it?

The white box with a gold ribbon inside three white roses in full bloom, underneath is a red flag.

The note reads "You should have not waved the red flag" cryptic?

Hwiyoung!

The scent of the roses is alluring and intoxicating, their fragrance begging her to come closer and inhale their perfume drawing her ever closer.

Vertigo strikes, dizziness, the room spinning.

" I have to sit down".

■

Senses alert realization that this is not Kansas anymore!, hysteria grips. Where am I? It appears to be a greenhouse!.

Hwiyoung appears from nowhere, his smile menacing.

"Ahh my beautiful flower in my own personal garden!"

"What?"

"My petal, when you can learn to obey the rules, look only at me! When you admit you belong to me and me alone! I may grant you your freedom!".

#sf9 fanfiction #sf9 fanfics #hwiyoung x reader #sf9 x reader #sf9 yandere #sf9 au #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines

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kbandtrash · 1 year

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Rich Boy SF9 Bullet Point AU (Hwiyoung x Reader)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

Yeah I did it again. And Jaeyoon is technically in the works. Also it's wild to me that Hwi and I are both 99 liners that's weird

Content: strangers to lovers, fluff, kissing, pretending not to know him, not exactly office romance, cooking, some rich ajussis are mean to you

Word Count: 4k

The first time you met him

At a meeting between your businesses for some legal negotiations

He was cold and chic and only said what he needed to say

The second time you met him

At the press conference announcing the collaboration of your companies

He was still cold and chic, but he had a little more charisma

But the third time you met him

At a public weekend cooking class your friend had promised to take with you

(She bailed)

He was unrecognizably warm and charismatic

You were unsure that he would recognize you because of the large difference in positions at your respective companies

He being the heir to his

And you being the lead public relations specialist in yours

So you chose a table sort of behind and across from him so you could both observe him and watch the teachers at the same time

Now you know that boy was raised rich

And if you weren’t 100% sure that you recognized him and the luxury brand watch on his wrist

You would have thought that he had a doppelgänger

What was a guy like him doing in a public class like this?

Didn’t he have the money to pay for someone to do this kind of stuff for him?

But he watched the teachers so intently and he looked like he knew his way around this stuff a lot better than you did

This was the first time you had seen him genuinely engaged and looking like he wanted to be there

Like sure at work he had nice eyebrows and he was admittedly pretty handsome or whatever

But wow when he was in his element he was positively radiant

Even if you hadn’t known who he was beforehand you probably still would have been staring at him

Somehow you managed to make it through the class without burning the food or yourself

But then you got paired with him for taste testing and you wished you were the fire on your gas stove

That is to say

Gone. Put out

If he recognized you then what

Pretend to be someone else?

You weren’t sure why you didn’t want to talk to him

Much less have him try your food

Probably something along the lines of he was so much higher than you on the business chain and how on earth were you supposed to just interact like you were equals

Too late he introduced himself

“Hi I’m Hwiyoung”

Oh good

“Hi I’m (Y/N)”

Lots to unpack there

He didn’t recognize you but he introduced himself casually and so you felt like you should too but oh man you knew who he was and that was totally out of line

But he did not care so you were just going to pretend like you didn’t care too

“Can I try yours first?” he asked

“Oh yep sure go ahead”

You were still speaking casually since he was and boy did it feel wrong but you couldn’t stop it from coming out of your mouth

It was also weird watching his face while he took a bite like no this dude is so much higher up on the social scale than you could ever hope to be but oh boy you really hope he likes it

It’s like anime sparkles were in his eyes

“Oh yours is different than mine! I like how you did it”

Insert joke about getting a good grade, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve

“I have strong opinions about garlic,” you said

“I can tell,” he responded, taking another bite

He let out the tiniest “oh wow”

This was both extremely gratifying and embarrassing at the same time

At the beginning of the class you were very excited to tell your coworkers what you had seen but now you thought you might die if anyone else found out

“Ah sorry!” he interrupted your thoughts, setting the plate down “I forgot you need to try mine too”

Honestly you were a little scared by his reaction to yours

If he thought your cooking was that good then his must be…subpar to say the least

But no even though you felt immense pressure to react positively as he watched you expectantly

You didn’t have to fake your reaction at all

His version of the dish fit your taste perfectly

He read your reaction wrong though

You had frozen stiff in surprise and he thought it meant that it was bad

But no no no you had to reassure him that you just had a bad case of rbf and actually it was really good

The next time you saw him at a meeting he did not recognize you

You figured he must meet a lot of people and rely heavily on context in order to recognize them

Plus you didn’t know if the cooking class was a secret or not so you didn’t want to out him accidentally in a professional environment

Not to mention he was back to his cold and quiet demeanor so that was intimidating

So you let the meeting pass without trying to say anything potentially out of line

And when you met again in your cooking class on the weekend he waved you over to share a station with him

You tried to make small talk with him about who he was and what he did just to make sure he really was the person you knew that he was

But he kind of steered away from any specific answers and that in and of itself was sort of confirmation

“What do you do for work?”

“Oh I work at X Group”

“That’s pretty prestigious what do you do there?”

“Just some administrative stuff you know”

You did know

And then he asked you the same questions

“So how about you what do you do?”

And you realized that if you answered then you would end up giving him a lead on who you were and that actually you had met in other circumstances

But like what are you going to do lie???

“I work at K Company”

“Oh right we’re doing some stuff with them these days. Are you involved with that?”

“Um yeah just some pr stuff though I’m not actually on the collab team”

He nodded you know the way you do when you’re like okay nice that’s your life

And then he froze in the middle of stirring the pan

Face just melted in realization

“We already know each other don’t we”

Oh no

You didn’t want to make him feel bad because you didn’t have any hard feelings that he didn’t recognize you

But also you didn’t want to make him feel awkward or threatened because that was how you already felt and you had no intention of holding anything over him

And you didn’t want him to go into business mode either because that was boring

But more importantly this was clearly supposed to be a comfortable space for him and you didn’t want to be an intruder

“I should have said something earlier,” you apologized

What next

What were you supposed to say next huh???

“But you were cute, so…”

NOT THAT

YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT

His ears flushed red and his eyes went wide

Attention went right back to the pan

And yours went back to cutting up the garnishes

“You’re um…”

He cleared his throat

“You’re cute, too”

OH???

This was only week two of cooking class

If anything was supposed to happen here it should have been down the line

No no no none of that nothing was “supposed to happen here”

He was like your boss-in-law that wasn’t allowed

But it wasn’t like you had approached him on purpose knowing who he was

It was kind of him that made the first move right?

Also it wasn’t like you technically met at work or anything so I mean

Maybe if he meant it then you could accept the compliment at least

Looking up as you shredded a carrot, you noticed his ears glowing like traffic lights

He was laser focused on making sure the pan was cooking evenly

“Oh um…thanks”

“Plus I like the way you balance spices” he added

“Oh um…” you repeated, apparently out of things to say “thanks?”

He cleared his throat and let the awkward silence build

For the rest of the class

In fact even as you said goodbye he just gave you a shy wave in return

And you knew you had broken this for him

You debated not going the next week

Or ever again

But also you had the same right to be there as he did and like just because he was some rich ceo heir dude didn’t mean he had more of a claim to that space

If he really wanted he could just hire a personal tutor probably

But still though you felt bad

You saw him at another meeting between your two companies

Yeah he recognized you this time you could tell

You tried very hard to focus on the notes you were taking for the press release stuff

But that was hard when he was making it obvious that he was trying not to look at you

You were starting to think that maybe he wasn’t like actually cool and chic

Maybe he was just raised as a sort of loner type and he was bad at talking to people

And maybe you had sort of tricked him into opening up to you in the cooking class

Whatever he was a rich boy heir to a company why did he need your sympathy??

Also he started it so you didn’t trick him into anything

But did he know that

Perhaps not

When the end of the meeting came he decided to say goodbye to everyone who came personally

(Side note we have a word for say hello (greet) but not say goodbye and this makes me angry every time I remember it)

But yep said goodbye to everyone

Shook their hands and thanked them for coming with a professional smile

But when it came to you it was hard for him to keep up his act

So he shook your hand and made shy eye contact for just a second before he looked back down at your hands

“I’ll see you next time, Miss (L/N)”

You were the last one out and it didn’t seem that anyone from your group was waiting for you

So you felt you had time to reply

“At the next meeting? Or…”

“I was hoping on Saturday,” he responded

“Unless you would rather not”

So he was okay

Then you were allowed to be okay with it, too, right?

You didn’t have a problem with it unless he did

So you smiled too

“I would like to see you on Saturday, too, actually”

It was like looking through a tinted window, but you could see a bit of the version of him you saw in the kitchen classroom for a second

And you know what.

Yeah okay it was cute

When you told him he was cute the first time you just meant like. It was sweet like aww good for you buddy

But now when your brain told you cute it meant oh dear he’s attractive

That was not ideal

He’s just a dude he’s just a dude

But he’s a rich and handsome dude

Not that the rich and handsome should matter necessarily

Doesn’t hurt

But the cutest things about him were

1) he was so excited about cooking like passions are super cute

And 2) it kinda looked like he might be interested too? Lol?

Mutual attraction law something something if he’s attracted to you first then like that’s the main thing that attracts you to him?

I believe in the power of that to some extent

Anyway that’s definitely what was going on here

May or may not have kept you up at night a bit

So when Saturday came and he wanted to share a station with you again

Keeping your composure and looking like a sane person that was totally okay with just being friends required 99% of your energy

Unfortunately the topic of the class was not something you could breeze through with the remaining 1%

So you were left either to be an incompetent mess of a student

Or an incompetent mess of a human being

Luckily that was not a conscious choice for you to make

Luckily being used in loosest of ways

And you ended up being both an incompetent mess of a student and a human being anyway so there went everything

Your supposed cooking prowess

Your potential as a friend found in an unlikely place

You were a shame to your ancestors, who had all clearly found love and reproduced if you were alive

How many hundreds of people had lived before you in order for you to be alive

And you couldn’t manage to do the same thing

Sike

He was a terrible mess as well

Both for the cooking and the human-ing aspects of the day

Partnered up at the same cooking station once again

Not even both of your combined efforts could make a successful dish

And the conversation the whole time?

Awkward and stilted enough to have been between two poorly built chatbots

Every time your eyes met it seemed like an accident

By the minute you thought he was handsomer and handsomer

And he kept turning redder than the cherry tomatoes you were supposed to be roasting

But by some miracle

He managed to work up enough conversation skills to ask you to dinner with him

“We didn’t manage to make anything edible today, so should we see how professionals do it?”

And like how can you say no

Turns out he had made a reservation for some super fancy place you’ve never heard of

And your brain is like okay let’s break that down

Fancy place very expensive way out of your budget

But he made the reservation so he planned on paying right?

He made a reservation wow

This was pre planned he wanted to take you to dinner anyway

Regardless of if what you made in the cooking class was edible

That was just an excuse

He wanted to spend more time with you and he had planned on it

Now you were a little scared of rich people shenanigans

So you were still wary of picking up this extremely obvious hint

Like normal boy? Yeah of course he’s into you

Rich boy? He might want something and this is a manipulation tactic

But in class he was a normal boy

He was so down to earth and awkward and cute

So you really wanted to take this at face value

Honestly at this point with any other boy you might have asked him out yourself already

But with rich people there’s a pride factor and you were kind of scared about it

Strangely though pride was not an issue here today

At least in terms of clothing

Neither of you were up to dress code at all for the restaurant because you were coming straight from the cooking class pretty much

But the staff recognized him apparently and they were cool with it?

When you looked at the menu and the prices you wanted to disappear immediately

The cheapest thing on the menu was daunting

But he pulled your menu down from your hands and put it on the table

He flipped a few pages and pointed to a dish

“I wanted to take you here because I thought you would like this one”

Okay yep you got that one loud and clear

This was a date and he wanted to spend time with you on purpose

He had been at a place like this and he had thought of you

Well then.

Guess it was time to let him know you thought of him the same way

You ended up ordering what he suggested for you and he was absolutely right

He also let you try a bite of what he ordered

And that was really good too

“But,” he said, “I don’t think it’s as good as how you might do it”

Challenge accepted

“If we buy the ingredients tonight then maybe we can try to make it tomorrow?”

His eyes lit up and his mouth stretched wide in a smile at your suggestion

And it was a plan

But then you were interrupted by some very well dressed older men

And unfortunately they recognized Hwiyoung

He didn’t seem terribly thrilled by this

But they made him talk to them anyway

They didn’t seem rude but they weren’t being terribly polite either

It felt weird to just sit there but you had no idea how to insert yourself into a rich people interaction

Plus by the way he glanced at you it seemed like he didn’t want to get you involved

But this guy is anti-smooth unfortunately so looking over at you inadvertently drew attention to you as well

And they started asking questions rather disdainfully

As he answered them honestly and with the most positive light he could, you were amazed at the lack of shame these men had in talking about you as if you weren’t there

Or as if you had no right or ability to contest the opinions they were forming about you

It seemed that Hwiyoung was more hurt by this than you were, somehow

When they finally left, he sat down with his business personality

“I think I’ve lost my appetite,” he admitted disappointedly

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t defend you properly, but if I tried, they would use more than their words to tear you down”

You shrugged

“They seem pretty wrapped up in their own importance”

His mouth twisted into a sad snicker

“It’s not a fun world to navigate”

You made a few more jokes at the expense of the rude rich dudes

And it kind of worked to bring him back to you

By this first experience with the upper class, you weren’t particularly fazed

But you wondered, if you stayed by his side, what the tenth encounter might do

The hundredth

The thousandth

You were so jumping the gun but they were valid thoughts to have it you were thinking about dating a guy that lived in this realm of wealth and self-importance

But as you wandered the supermarket aisles with him, picking out ingredients

You also wondered if he couldn’t do anything now because you were still testing the waters

He didn’t seem the type to let comments like that fly under the radar

So you wanted to give him another chance

He walked you back all the way to the front entrance of your apartment building

He could have driven

But, he bashfully admitted, he wanted to spend more time with you

It was hard not to invite him up, but it felt a bit improper

If you were the one storing the groceries, it would have only been natural

But since you would be cooking at his place the next day

And since he had more storage space anyway

He was taking everything with him

You felt sort of bad watching him walk away with like four bags of groceries

But it was also uh

Kind of hot

Plus like he volunteered himself for it he would be fine

The next day he greeted you at the front gate of his (ridiculous) house

With only the boyfriendiest of boyfriend vibes

It already felt like you were official honestly

It was such a weird and fast jump but it felt like you had always been together rather than this being like. Your second date

You spotted some hired workers trying to stay hidden as they spied on you

That was a little weird

But fumbling around and learning to cook this dish was far more captivating

And the boy? Far far far more captivating

It really didn’t feel right that you had only met a few weeks ago

That fact itself was more surprising than the moment you suddenly found yourself inches from him with his hand around your back and his other hand intertwined with yours

And you swayed back and forth to the music that was somehow exactly perfect for the moment

Yeah that just felt natural honestly

Last night you felt improper about letting him up to your apartment

Now here you were slow dancing in his kitchen

In matching aprons

Yeah you were done for

Head over heels he was your man now

Your free hand magically made its way up to his face and cupped his cheek

He was leaning in and your eyes fluttered closed and then

A timer going off startled you both into remembering what got you here in the first place

So you finished your dish and then sat down to taste test

And he was absolutely right

It was better when you made it together

The smile on his face told you everything you needed to know

The sparkle in his eyes when your eyes met was confirmation

It was so strange the next time your companies had a meeting

Employees on both sides were so confused

Since when did President Kim…….smile

Or speak in a voice that wasn’t monotone

Something changed……weird

By some miracle no one noticed the expressions you two exchanged

Neither of you were being subtle

But I guess if people don’t want to see it then they won’t

And your funny little secret totally flew under the radar

Also the next time you were caught by mean old chaebol men at a restaurant

He kinda let them have it when they tried to make disparaging remarks about you

He was so well-spoken too like you could tell he rehearsed it twelve hundred times in his mirror

They just kinda left with slightly humbled expressions

And he sat down with this disgruntled little huff and apologized to you again

His parents are like “well hmmm you’re not exactly who we hoped he would end up with…..”

You could see it in his eyes Hwiyoung was ready to go off on them

But then they were like “but. this is weird. we raised the boy and nothing but cooking ever makes him smile this much. welcome to the family”

Now he’s self conscious about how much he gets excited apparently because HE didn’t think he was that stonefaced

(You totally were babe. I almost didn’t recognize you the first time we met)

(It’s work!!!! Why do I have to be excited about business!!!!!!)

But he’s YOUR stonefaced ceo chef boyfriend so

He supposes it doesn’t matter that much as long as you like him that way

Anyway once again I shall leave you with your first kiss

It happened the same day as when you went over to his house to make that dish

After you had eaten you could tell he was a little nervous about something and you couldn’t figure out what it was

Were you accidentally being mean to him and you thought you were being flirty

You didn’t think so but now you were nervous about it

No turns out he was just thinking about how you totally would have kissed if that stupid timer had gone off even like five seconds later

And he was trying to find an entry point back into that mood because he was kind of scared to just like. kiss you

Anyway he ended up mumbling that when you asked him if he was okay and you barely caught any of it

But you managed to catch the message

So you asked him if he had a good view of the sky from anywhere in his house

Yes he did have a nice balcony with a perfect view of the sunset

So you let him take advantage of the slightly chilly spring evening and the golden hour

And he kissed you properly

Chani

#sorry the blocking is weird i think they changed something with tumblr about like character per text block limit :/#sf9 #sf9 x reader #sf9 hwiyoung #hwiyoung #hwiyoung sf9 #hwiyoung x reader #rich boy au

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Yandere!SF9 Reaction: Catching you masturbating

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don’t support this kind of behavior and obviously this isn’t meant to represent how the members are irl. This is just a piece of fiction meant for entertainment. Warnings: smut, yandere themes, duh, abusive & obsessive behavior, stockholm syndrome

Youngbin

You barely manage to open your eyes and look at the clock on the wall. You need to be quick. Then again, do you? Youngbin is your boyfriend after all - so what if he finds you like this? Your breathing hitches at the thought and you force yourself to slow the pace of your fingers. It’s torture, you could just make yourself cum. Thinking about Youngbin doesn’t help the situation at all, but you’re curious what he’d do if he found you like this. He’s so sweet to you all the time, which you don’t mind at all, but you do wonder whether there’s a darker side to him that you’re not aware of. You tease yourself with slow, deliberate circles around your clit, and when the pleasure gets too much, you slide your fingers lower to insert them inside you. It’s not enough, you wanna scream and cry. You need your boyfriend.

Youngbin is almost home, unlocking the door just as you moan desperately. The sound startles him and he closes the door quickly, with a slam that you hear and you moan again. While you’d prefer for your voice to be a siren’s call, Youngbin’s brain is in overdrive, worrying about your safety. Did something happen to you? Are you in pain? Was there a robber in the house? He’s overthinking it until he opens the bedroom door and sees you. Your eyes meet his as you gasp his name, not in surprise, but in desire.

You reach out your hand to him, and he hesitates. Is he deserving? He knows his love for you is wrong, dark, not at all as sweet as you’d deserve even if you think he’s just the perfect, if a bit overprotective, boyfriend. Of course you think so, he made you believe that. He took advantage of your innocence, and now he’s supposed to do so again? He wants to resist, he really does, but then he hears the wet noises from between your legs as you finger yourself and he thinks that he’s bound for hell anyway, so what’s one more sin. He climbs into the bed and kisses you, and he knows you’re worth damnation.

Inseong

His rules are in place for a reason. For your protection, for his pleasure of seeing you obeying him - if you learned to listen to him and obey his every rule and word, they might turn into something pleasant for you too. Inseong isn’t cruel, your pleasure is his pleasure, except for right now. He can hear you, and so he lingers behind the door. He considers his next step. You broke the rules, so you have to be punished, that’s a given, but what kind of punishment would be the best? As he listens to your sweet voice, breathless and desperate, and above all pleading for him, he decides your crime does not call for harming you. Quite the opposite, actually. Nonetheless, he simply cannot give you what you wish for. You broke the rules, you must be punished.

He relishes in the way your body jumps when he enters, it’s clear he’s interrupted just as you were about to climax, your cheeks flushed, your breathing erratic, and confusion written all over your face as you struggle to even pull the hand out of your panties. He smirks as he walks over, tenderly brushing your cheek, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. He can allow that much tenderness for the way you called his name. He takes your hand, helps you stand and walk, all the while kissing your neck, leading you away from your room. It’s quite enjoyable how compliant you are, clueless of what the future holds for you.

It’s too late when you realize the gravity of the situation. You can’t fight back, not really anyway, and soon you’re suspended in the air. With your legs wide open, you’re ready for his use, and use you he does. Your begging falls on deaf ears. You broke the rules. You won’t get to cum. Not until his seed is dripping from your hole after hours of hanging in the air, completely at his mercy. You don’t know how many times he took you, but you know you’re ready to beg for forgiveness and one more round when he’ll make you climax on his cock. He only agrees because you’re sobbing, fucked out and desperate.

You won’t make the same mistake again.

Jaeyoon

You must be cherished - don't mind him - you must be taken care of. That’s what he feels as he watches you, spread beautifully on his bed. It’s truly a sight for sore eyes, his tired and burning eyes, and he feels the pain lifting the longer he keeps his eyes on your fingers disappearing inside of you. He listens to the wet noises and your shaky breathing and it’s music to his ears. Your eyes meet his and he needs to hold himself back from joining you on the bed. Your gaze is desperate and pleading and he loves it so much but you’ve been naughty and he has a reputation to uphold. Maybe he’s been too soft, let you get away with more than he should have. He can’t have you be a brat. Then again, you’re so precious, he wants to spoil you. How lucky he is this time punishment and spoiling goes hand in hand.

You cry out his name, begging for him. Naughty, using his biggest weakness against him. But he set some rules for himself too, and you still have to make yourself cum again. He reminds you, chuckling at your weak protests of your hand beginning to cramp. Poor baby. Maybe he should help you out. Or should he? He ponders, watching your show and biting his lip. No, this is actually fun. If only his pants weren’t so tight… He compromises. He promises to himself he will stick to the plan and won’t touch you. It’s a challenge, as you’re touching him as soon as he sits down next to you. Your hand strokes up his thigh and settles on the bulge in his pants. He hisses, but doesn’t stop you, only suggests you focus on yourself because he won’t help you cum until you bring yourself to climax one more time.

And when you do, perhaps you’ll wish you didn’t. Because then he’ll settle between your legs, his tongue working around your clit and lapping at your wetness, bringing you over the edge over and over again with his tongue and fingers, and only when you’re exhausted and begging him with tears in your eyes to stop will he crawl over you and make love to you to coax one more orgasm out of you.

Dawon

It’s a sweet torture, as in - it’s sweet for him, and torture to you. You’re the one to blame, though, you broke the rules. And even if it wasn’t against the rules to please yourself, he’d consider it as you teasing him, which definitely was against the rules. To be honest, he just wanted an excuse to punish you in this way, so he’d do it anyway no matter what. And watching you, he decides he’d even do it if it meant you’d think of him as unfair and cruel. The way you were struggling against the restraints, your breathy moans and pleas, the wet spot where you’ve soaked through your panties, it all made it more than worth it. He bites his lip, his hand moving on his dick faster. Oh you must wish he’d be touching you like that, pumping his fingers in and out of you at this pace. Your whines are so sweet.

He reminds you why you’re in such a situation. If only you’d wait until he got home, but you were too impatient, too greedy. And now you won’t get to cum at all, while he’s gonna have the time of his life. He’s not cruel enough to completely ignore you, however, of course not. He loves you, and he wants you to enjoy yourself as well. So it’s inevitable that for the grand finale he’s kneeling in front of you. The hand he’s not using to jerk off he’s using to play with your clit over your underwear. You double over as much as your hands bound to the headboard allow you and curse. He’s interrupted you just as you were about to come and his show really does nothing to help with your arousal. You try begging again, but he just laughs at your misery. When he cums, he shoots his load all over your shirt - therefore he needs to take it off and therefore he has to play with your nipples. Which gets him horny again, naturally, and so the show continues… maybe he’ll let you cum too after all, if you clean him up real good after he cums the second time.

Zuho

He’s watching, and you remain oblivious to it. How cute. He wonders if he’d manage to sneak right next to you without you noticing. It seems possible, the way your eyes are tightly closed and you’re moaning without restraint. Perhaps you wanted him to find you this way. His first instinct is to punish you, naturally. But you were behaving, and this, he thinks, is also a step forward. You’re clearly comfortable enough to seek pleasure in your free time. It must mean you’re accepting his home as your own. Besides, it’s not like you’re breaking any rules. More so because he didn’t think to set rules regarding your own sexuality in place. He thinks he should establish some, but only after he comes up with how to approach the situation now.

Maybe it’s a good opportunity to show you that you’re safe with him, to test your trust. Or maybe he’s just out of his mind trying not to jump and you and ravish you like his body’s yelling at him to do. He’s always prided himself on his self-control though. He finds it was possible to sneak closer to you. You don’t even notice his presence so close to your bed until the chair he drags closer screeches against the floor. You jump, pulling a blanket over your lap and you babble incoherently, but he just shushes you gently. He motions for you to continue. You’re wary, he can see it, but you must know better than to provoke him now. You obey, your hand slowly returning to its place between your legs. He pulls the blanket away and licks his lips. He watches you intently, only sometimes interrupting the show to give you orders, suggestions, but he doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t even touch himself, even if you see his cock straining against his pants. It makes you both hornier and more frustrated. Why doesn’t he touch you? Why isn’t he doing anything? You expect something to happen when you cum, but it doesn’t. He just goes to bring you a warm wet towel to clean up. His goal, after all, was to see whether you’d trust him. And if the lustful gaze you were giving him the entire time was any indication, next time you wouldn’t get off so easily.

Rowoon

He can’t believe his eyes. He actually rubs them, slaps his cheeks a few times lightly, but when he looks up at the monitor showing the inside of your room, the picture remains the same. How lucky is he that he came home just in time to see you like that? He wonders what you’re thinking about as you play with yourself. He hopes it’s him, but knows better than to expect it with your bratty streak. Should he give you some privacy? The idea crosses his mind but it feels wrong somehow. It’s a rare treat after all. So he keeps watching, palming himself through his pants. He couldn’t possibly pass up on the opportunity to watch you and have some fun while at it. You’re living under his roof, he’s feeding you, taking care of you, he buys you gifts, and while he loves doing it, the greedy and horny part of his brain tells him that jerking off to you masturbating is completely fine and he deserves it for all that he does for you. He’d deserve more, but he doesn’t allow his mind to wander there. Not yet anyway.

However, when you’re both done and he’s had a cold shower and fixed his hair, he can’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Did you maybe feel somehow that he’s been watching? What if you offer more once you see him? He knows it’s foolish, but his heart is beating fast regardless as he opens the door to your room and steps in. He has to fight back a smirk when he watches how nonchalant you’re trying to act. Don’t you know he can see right through your pathetic efforts? He calls you over to sit on his lap. Not an unusual request by any means, yet you’re blushing. He swears he’s ascended to heaven when he rubs his hand on the inside of your thigh and you moan before you can cover your mouth. You don’t stop him when his hands slide closer to your crotch, nor do you express any discomfort when he teases you through your shorts. Perhaps his fantasies will turn into reality.

Yoo Taeyang

All that he’s feeling is bliss. He doesn’t mind that his knees hurt, he doesn’t mind that he’s rock hard and it hurts or that your roles somehow got pretty reversed. He doesn’t mind anything as long as you allow him to kneel in front of the bed and watch your fingers circle your clit. He knows he could do a much better job than you, that his tongue would make you feel such an intense pleasure you’d understand just how devoted he is to you. Sadly, that’s not what you want. It doesn’t matter, it’s a step forward. You’re almost ready to accept him as your lover, not just a boyfriend, but a lover, he tells himself. Shiver runs down his spine just thinking about it.

You on the other hand are going through an epiphany. It’s not that bad seeing him kneel in front of you. If you play your cards right, then maybe you could turn the situation around and take advantage of his feelings. Your fingers fall lower and enter you at the thought, your head falling back with a gasp. The sound that he makes, desperate and whiny, is so beautiful and you wonder just how much power you hold over him. It took just two words to have him on his knees, watching you without touching, maybe it’d be so easy to play with him…

Not thinking straight, you moan out his name. Before you can realize what happened, he’s leaning over you, hand on either side of your head as you lie down. You stay calm, smirking at him and pulling out your fingers. You whine at the sudden emptiness but go through with it, tapping his lips with your sticky fingers. He wraps his lips around your digits without hesitation, whimpering at the taste. You bite back a moan at the feeling of his tongue lapping and swirling around your fingers. Would it be that bad to give into the temptation to have him do more than just watch? Fuck it, you decide when your eyes meet. You pull your fingers out of his mouth and instead grab a handful of his soft black locks. You don’t need to guide him where you want him, he knows, and he’s more than ready to obey.

Hwiyoung

He wants to take a look. He wants it so much but then you might see him and he doesn’t want you to see him. He’s aware that, realistically speaking, he will take a peek, he knows he won’t be able to resist forever, but he wants to try. He leans back against the wall right next to your door. He can hear all of your gasps and moans. Is this what you’re up to when he’s not home? Maybe he should watch the footage of your room more carefully. He will, he promises himself, if he manages to remember. His own hand doesn’t feel like enough, and yet your sounds make the experience more pleasurable than anything he’s ever experienced. He needs to slow down, he wants to cum with you, and he wants to cum watching you. Whatever doubts he had be damned, he needs to see you.

He looks into the room through the slip of laminated glass built into your door. He never thought he’d be so glad to have installed it. It gives him the perfect view of your bed, and most importantly - you. It’s not perfect, of course, he’d see much better if he was in the room with you, but he’s not complaining. Quite the opposite. He’s already addicted to the way your back arches and your head is thrown back, your lips in a perfect ‘o’ as you moan and whimper. Apparently neither of you is satisfied with your own hand alone. He curses softly as he picks up the pace again. You seem to be close too, your brows furrowed and the movements of your hand erratic. His brain is so foggy he forgets that he doesn’t want you to see him. Fortunately you’re both too caught up in your pleasure to care about anything but chasing that sweet sweet high.

It’s only when you’re coming down that you open your eyes and meet his gaze on accident. He disappears so quickly you doubt you’ve really seen him. You swallow uneasily. Has he seen? And if so, is he mad? And if so, what are your chances of having him fuck you like you hoped he would?

Chani

Rules must be obeyed and he’s sure he made that perfectly clear throughout your ‘relationship’. He’d swear you learned that already too, but apparently he was wrong. Or maybe you just like pissing him off, that’s likely what’s happening. He doesn’t bother knocking or waiting around for too long, nor does he hesitate while strutting to your bed and grabbing a fistful of your hair. You yelp as he does so, everything happening a little too quickly for your lust-filled brain. He growls when you touch him with the hand that’s soaked with your juices. If only you waited for him to come home, you could’ve had a nice evening together. He’d make you feel good, he’d take care of you afterwards. But since you wanna act like a slut, he’s going to treat you like one.

You know you’re in for a long night when he drags you to the living room and makes you kneel there. He takes the rest of your clothes off until you’re naked. You don’t dare disobeying him further, instead letting your head hang low. You open your legs when you feel him nudge your feet. You stay still even as your heart feels like it’s about to burst. He places the spreader bar between your legs and locks it around your ankles. Your hands follow and you’re helpless, just as he wanted you. Satisfied, he beckons you over as he sits on the couch. You want to punch him, face flushed red as you close the distance scooting on your knees. It hurts. You open your mouth before he can ask and even moan slightly when he thrusts into your mouth. Your throat relaxes on instinct. Not gagging makes everything much easier when he just wants to use you. You’re sure he’s gonna keep you here for a while, abusing your throat and using it to warm his cock for hours. You hope he’s at least going to give you a pillow to put beneath your knees. (He does.) You hope if you behave now he’ll let you cum. (He doesn’t but you still swallow load after load because maybe it’ll give you some good karma.)

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