#watch ateez grow up; set

[kitten4sannie]

backstage bukakke with ateez ♡

a/n: is anyone in need of post coachella performance brainrot?? :33 and if any of you were wondering,, no i’m not okay 🙂‍↔️🫶🏼 without further ado, here’s a LOT more backstage debauchery (like i went insane….i should be in a padded cell rn….) except this time san brought the whole crew to help drown you in cum <333 enjoy the meal my dears bc i can never show my face in public again after this 😭😭

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: alcohol use, subby fem manager! reader, free use, domteez, gangbang, who’s the biggest menace here? that’s for you to decide 🫵🏼, this is just complete filth btw,, dirty talk, degradation/praise, pet names/name calling, so much cum….., yungi confirm the big cock allegations, hongjoong might have a captain kink idk, double penetration, anal, implied sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths kskssb, brief tit play, brief oral, cum eating, size kink, bulge kink, breeding, creampies for days, a bukakke as promised <3

Once the members sent out their last waves and finger hearts to the adoring fans and locals in the vast festival crowd, they made their way back to their temporary dressing room to catch their breath and have a celebratory drink or two. Brimming with adrenaline and energy due to their momentous performance, they erupted in enthusiastic greetings as soon as their dear manager entered the room, a few of them draping their arms around your shoulders to give you a quick hug.

“Manager-nim, did you like the show?” San spoke up, bringing his glass up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the potent liquor.

“You know you can just call me by my name, San, and I thought you guys absolutely killed it, like always,” you replied, scanning their faces, lightly adjusting the hem of your work blazer. No matter how many times you had all of their eyes and attention on you, you couldn’t seem to get used to it. It always made you feel hot under the collar, not knowing what was going through each of their minds when they looked at you the way they did. With interest. Hunger.

San couldn’t help but smirk, his dimples visible. You had taken the bait. He watched Yunho serve you a glass of whiskey. “You’re right. We’re way past titles, aren’t we? Especially considering the way I had you bent over for me right after our set last weekend.”

You choked on the liquor, your body suddenly feeling hot, especially under the heated gaze of the men standing around you. “S-San, behave yourself.”

He lightly licked at his lips, his gaze sharpening, ready to add to the growing heaviness of the atmosphere in the room. “Don’t act so coy now, sweetheart. You know better than that, don’t you?”

You bit into your bottom lip, looking up to Yunho for help, only to find that he was giving you an increasingly perverse smile, like he was reminiscing about something filthy.

Yunho reached down to wrap a lock of your hair around his jewelry adorned finger, sighing, “We could all hear the way Sannie fucked your brains out, doll, but you wanted us to hear, didn’t you? Even though you’re our manager, you’re still our good little slut, yeah?”

Something clicked into place inside your brain like it usually did when they talked to you like this. You could finally stop being so uptight and in control, instead allowing the eager members to do as they pleased with you. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded shyly, your insides on fire.

San took a step towards you, reaching out to run his fingers along your collar bone. “Can I ask you something?”

Your breath caught inside your throat. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew what they wanted. Despite the professional relationship you had with the members, you always seemed to end up in increasingly unprofessional situations with them. You couldn’t help it, not when they always made you feel so good. Wanted. Craved. “Say it, San….”

His pointer finger drifted down your chest, along the seam of your blazer, gazing down at you. “Can we make you our whore, Manager-nim?”

The members exchanged pleased glances with one another, some of them pulling at the crotch of their tailored pants.

“As long as someone locks the door, okay?” you answered underneath your breath, your eyes beginning to glaze over with lust.

San simply took a step around you, running his hands up and down your shoulders, coaxing you out of your blazer and unzipping your work dress, presenting you to his beloved members like you were a treat — one they would savor together.

-

“Don’t pass out on us now, baby,” San’s husky voice attempted to reach you through the fog you were in, his fingers gently rubbing at the fresh load that had splattered onto your flushed cheek, sliding his digits into your panting mouth for you to clean. “How many was that, hm? How many cocks have been inside you so far? Can our slutty manager remember?”

You stopped counting long ago, too fucked out to think about whose cock had already rearranged your insides and who had stuffed your ass full. You couldn’t even remember who had fucked your face either, but your sore jaw was proof that it was most likely one of the more gifted members. “I-i don’t know how many, just want more,” you whined out, looking up at San past your wet lashes.

“Yeah, you always want more from us, don’t you, baby? Want us to go to our limit? Want us to give you our all, huh? Are you going to milk us all dry like a good slut?”

You could hardly listen to his breathy, self-serving monologue, not with the way Wooyoung was gripping your hips and shoving his thick cock into you with abandon, like you were his own personal sex doll. “Uh-huh, wanna be good for you all…”

“How precious,” San sighed under his breath, all while he jerked himself off, beads of pre-cum spilling out of the twitching tip, watching the way his closest friend pumped himself in and out of your clenching hole, noticing the way his hips began to stutter. “Then, be good and take Wooyoung’s load inside that tight little cunt of yours, just like you took our Captain’s and Seonghwa’s earlier, okay? Can you do that for us, baby? Can you be our pretty little cum dump?”

You couldn’t speak, simply responding by squirting all over Wooyoung’s thrusting cock, just about ready to fall over from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to with the way Mingi was behind you, his heaving chest pressing into your back, his ringed fingers lazily groping at your sore tits, balls-deep in your tight ass.

“Pretty baby, our pretty girl,” Mingi praised in a gravelly voice, his lips against your ear, squeezing your tits just as his groans began to crescendo, driving himself into you a few more times before he held still, previous loads leaking out of your ass and down the sides of his veined cock to the base as he filled you up again. “Can you feel that, babydoll? Feel the way I’m stuffing you full of cum? It feels so good, you want to cry, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod drunkenly, tears pricking at the corners of your hazy eyes, your trembling thighs growing more and more numb.

“Look at her, guys, she’s cumming just from being bred,” Wooyoung panted out, his hands squeezing into your sides, holding you still on his pulsing cock, not attempting to pull out until he was sure your inner walls were coated with his cum, chuckling smugly along with his fellow members at the way you desperately drew in another shaky breath and simply whined instead of forming words. “Poor slut can’t even talk. Someone should shoot their load down her throat. Maybe it’ll help ground her.”

“Way ahead of you,” Yeosang softly interjected, giving you a princely smile as he walked up to where you were positioned on the lengthy couch. He ran his slender fingers through your hair, slowly angling your head back as he did, bringing his slicked-up cockhead to your parted lips. “Say ‘ahh’, darling.”

Just as you obeyed, you watched Yeosang’s pretty flushed face contort in pleasure, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his pulsing length, milking it for all it’s worth, rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the back of your throat, a few dribbles remaining on your tongue. You were so full of cum, all of your holes were used up, and yet you needed more. “Not enough…More, please. I’m being such a good girl, aren’t I?”

San’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, sharing glances with the other members, squeezing around the base of his cock to keep himself from busting right then and there. “Guys, I think we broke our manager.”

“Isn’t that the point? Look at her. She loves it,” Wooyoung pointed out, motioning to your blissed-out face, before he finally pulled out of you, reaching down to spread open your used hole, pleased sighs echoing inside the room. “Look, Sannie, her cunt’s all messy now. Ran through. Just the way you like it, huh, you sick fuck? You want sloppy seconds?”

San nodded his head, salivating, practically in a trance.

“Then, hurry up and shove your cock inside her before my cum leaks out,” Wooyoung tsked, climbing off of the cum-stained couch and smacking his hand against San’s ass to get him to spring into action, which he did, laying down on his back and sliding you down onto his cock inch by inch, but not before he tapped his leaking cockhead over your swollen clit a few times for good measure.

San’s dimples accompanied his shit-eating grin as he bottomed out, slowly running one of his hands up your lower abdomen to feel the outline of his stiff cock. “It’s so big inside, isn’t it, Manager-nim? Am I stretching you out nice and wide?”

All you could do was whimper pathetically, because not only were you taking San’s curved cock inside your cunt, but meanwhile Mingi had been showing Yunho the way your hole had begun to gape after the rough treatment you had taken, especially from someone with his size, knowing it was best that he prepped you for his best friend, knowing the term ‘horse cock’ didn’t even begin to describe what Yunho had to offer you. “It’s all for you, bro. Come and get it,” Mingi mused huskily, getting out of Yunho’s way so that he could replace him, one hand on your ass to keep it spread open for everyone’s viewing pleasure, as your hole slowly swallowed up Yunho’s obscene girth.

San and Yunho seemed to be in the middle of an intense competition, considering the way they both would continually thrust into you harder, and faster, grabbing at your tits and hips for leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before, if that was possible. “I-it’s not a–fuck–race, guys,” you cried out, suddenly being pressed back into Yunho’s warm chest when San sat up on the couch and folded you up, jack-hammering himself into you, using you like a cocksleeve. 

“Yes, it is, and I’m gonna knock you up first, not this loser,” San grunted out in between shaky moans, smiling with his canines at you, then at Yunho past your shoulder, who responded by bucking his hips up into you so roughly, he had to wrap his arms around your middle to keep you in place. 

“I’m fucking her ass, dumbass, I can’t even knock her up if I wanted to,” Yunho replied breathlessly, shaking his head, giving San a playful smile, before pressing his lips to your earlobe. “And I want to, tiny. Wish I could.” 

“Not with that attitude,” San huffed, blowing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, his vision beginning to blur with the sudden onset of pleasure surging through him. “I’m going to fucking–unnnh–fill up your slutty cunt with my cum, baby. Gonna make it so messy. And you’re, fuck, you’re so tight now. That’s our good cumslut.” 

“The perfect cumslut,” Hongjoong interrupted in a low voice, suddenly towering over you, holding his cock near your mouth, nodding approvingly when you began to suck and lick at the tip. “That’s right. You love Captain’s cock the most, don’t you, pretty girl?” 

Seonghwa pushed his way past the other thirsty members who were hovering around you like vultures, slipping his fingers into your hair and gently guiding you to his own cock, cooing at you approvingly when you let it hit the back of your throat. He smiled smugly at Hongjoong, who was now side-eyeing him. “Stay mad. It’s not my fault she has taste.” 

“You better watch it, Seonghwa.”

“You can watch our slut suck my cock.” 

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, reaching down to tug your head back just firmly enough to lead you back to his cock, before you took it upon yourself to sandwich their lengths together so that you could please them both at once. They stopped bickering and instead held onto each other, biting into their lips as their highs began to take over. 

It was then that San and Yunho emitted similar sounding guttural groans, fully sheathing themselves inside you, their fingers squeezing tightly into your hips from either side. 

“Cumming,” they both exhaled, resting their heads on either side of your shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down their jaws and along their straining necks. 

Just as hot cum poured into both of your used holes, Seonghwa and Hongjoong began to shudder and grunt out obscenities, aiming their milky streams towards your lolled-out tongue.

San suddenly waved for Jongho to come closer, pulling out just enough so that obscene globs of cum began to leak out of you, making you whine. “Here, cum inside her, JJong. I want my favorite maknae to finish our cumslut off.”

Jongho gingerly positioned himself near your gushing entrance and plugged you back up with his thick, throbbing cock, his strong thighs smacking into your delicate ones as he vigorously bounced you on his lap. “Want it?” he simply asked near your lips, making you blush.

“Please!”

Just as Jongho pounded his load and the others deep into your womb, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi pushed their way closer to you, vigorously jerking themselves off in order to leave their own individual mark on you for the second or third time, extremely pleased with themselves once they covered their dear manager’s face and body in their cum. 

Once you all came down, you found that you couldn’t quite operate your body properly, not when your lower half was completely numb and throbbing with residual pleasure. San and Yunho took it upon themselves to cuddle you from either side, while Jongho gently rubbed your tummy in circles, wondering whose load would knock you up first. Only time would tell.

“How was that?” San asked softly near your ear. 

“We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Yunho murmured, biting his lip. 

“How are you feeling, Manager-nim?” Jongho added gently, patting your tummy.

You sighed gently, reaching up to pat their heads, smiling at the men around you. And to think you actually got paid for this. You couldn’t have asked for a better job. “Guys…I’m fine, and for the record, it was so good, I don’t think I can ever go back to having normal sex again. I’m a bit concerned, actually.”

The rest of the members began to laugh, and you joined along, before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably sticky, looking down to see what you had all done to the poor couch. “Okay, so, who’s going to clean this mess up? And, it’s not going to be me. I can’t move my legs. I…think you guys actually broke me.”

San looked over to Wooyoung, who was already rolling his eyes, pointing dramatically at him. “I told you!”

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[sxcret-garden]

Ateez Reaction ღ When you get tired during sex [M]

ღ Ateez all members x fem-bodied!reader ღ genre: smut, some fluff, reaction ღ warnings: none

Desc.: In which you get tired while having sex with them and they take over for you - inspired by this ask.

Hongjoong:

You’re not really as focused as usually when you’re lazily sucking him off that evening. The past few stressful days have taken a toll on you, and he realizes it too, because even though he’s enjoying himself, Hongjoong soon cups your face with his hand, bringing some distance between you and him. “You’re tired, aren’t you?” he guesses correctly, and you furrow your eyebrows in regret. You just wanted to spend some time making your boyfriend feel good, but with the way your eyelids are drooping, you don’t think you can keep it up much longer. So when he makes you lie down on the bed instead, him starting to remove your clothes while trailing kisses down your body, you’re surprised but also relieved. You let out sleepy moans at his ministrations and at the way his fingertips and lips are leaving soft touches all over, and when he starts eating you out, you hold onto his locks. Relaxing under his touch, it doesn’t take him long to make you cum, and when you pass out mere moments later, he’s right there to hold you close, making sure you’re sound asleep and that you can rest.

Seonghwa:

“Can’t go on, baby…” you mutter those words as you collapse half onto the bed and half against Seonghwa’s chest, who immediately wraps his arms around you to hold you close. Placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead, he lets you catch your breath from the many orgasms he’s given you that night. It’s clear that he still has some stamina left while you’ve run out completely, and you don’t want to ruin the mood for him, but you can also feel your body begging you for some rest. “It’s okay, baby…” he mutters, lips brushing against the tip of your nose and then your mouth. “Let me make you feel good one more time?” he asks, and when you see him gazing at you, you find nothing but adoration and lust in his eyes. His fingertips are dancing down your body, and when you understand what he wants to do, you nod. Even just him letting his fingers run up and down your folds makes heat rush to your core, and with careful touches he doesn’t take long to have you seeing stars again. Within mere moments you find yourself whining his name with his digits inside you, as he slowly fingers you towards your last orgasm that night.

Yunho:

You don’t know what’s wrong with your body today, but you sure as hell are cursing it when you suddenly lose all strength as you’re in the middle of riding your boyfriend. You were both moaning at the pleasure mere moments ago, but now a few pained noises escape you as your legs are starting to cramp and you eventually crawl off him with a regretful “sorry”. “What’s wrong?” Yunho immediately asks, watching as you somehow try to find relief by stretching out your legs. “Just a cramp…” you inform him, and he patiently waits until you signal him that you feel okay again. “Let’s continue like this then, hm?” Your boyfriend crawls on top of you slowly, pressing a kiss to your lips that eventually grows more passionate, and next thing you know he’s lying on top of you, pushing up into you. You throw your head back upon having him back inside you, and you immediately reach out to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Is that better, baby?” he mutters in between scattering kisses all over your neck, rolling his hips against yours at a steady pace. You can only moan in response as he keeps hitting that sweet spot inside of you, and soon you find yourselves back to chasing your highs.

Yeosang:

You’re taking your time going down on your boyfriend and worshipping his body with touches and kisses and nips when you feel the pending headache finally setting in. And you curse yourself because of the sudden pain that’s interrupting your desperately needed alone time with him, especially because the second you stop your ministrations, his deep moans also cease. “Y/N…? Are you okay?” he calls out to you once it dawns on him that something must’ve happened, and filled with regret, you crawl back up to place an apologetic kiss on his cheek before telling him about your headache. He furrows his brows at you, immediately putting his hands onto your shoulders softly, and you can tell that your pain must be visible from his reaction. “Do you want to stop and go to sleep?” However, you shake your head - you really want to spend some more time with him, but he won’t let you overexert yourself, worried that the pain might become worse. “Then how about we turn things around…?” You nod and close your eyes, the darkness offering some relief for you, and Yeosang starts massaging your temples, before he begins scattering soft kisses all over your body, and eventually he starts touching you where you need him most as the relaxation from his touches proves as an effective remedy against the pain. 

San:

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks you in the softest of voices when you’re slowing down on top of him. You had seemed full of energy when you two started getting it on that night, confidently crawling into his lap and riding him, but as exhaustion overwhelmed you, your movements inevitably lost power. He had been so into it as well, but as soon as San noticed something’s off, his mood changed completely. You avoid looking at him as you have to admit to yourself that maybe you’re too tired to keep going, but as you mumble an apology, he’s quick to cup your face with his hands, thumbs brushing against your cheeks in comforting motions and he shakes his head at you. “Don’t say sorry… should I take over, baby?” He speaks so softly too, you think your chest is about to overflow with warmth upon having him care about you like this, and when you nod he carefully switches your positions. With him on top of you now, you throw your arms around his shoulders as he goes slow. Scattering kisses all over your chest and collarbones and eventually melting against you in a deep kiss, he makes love to you like that.

Mingi:

You had been sleepy to begin with when your attention started drifting away from the movie you had decided to watch with your boyfriend, and instead you two started lazily making out. You feel yourself relax under Mingi’s soft kisses and the way his hands are exploring your body through your clothes, and soon enough hands are down each other’s pants and you’re starting to get each other off. However, when your eyelids are starting to droop you realize just how tired you are, and a slightly offended Mingi calls you out on it. “Am I being that boring…?” You know he’s at least half-joking, but still you feel bad for him. So you explain that you’re just really tired from the day and as you tell yourself to pull yourself together, you say it’s just fine to keep going. However, it wouldn’t be Mingi if he let you do any kind of work in that state, so he takes your hand away from his core, and as you’re about to question his actions, he sinks down onto the ground in front of the sofa. Pulling your pants down and throwing them somewhere else, he lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses up your inner thigh. “Don’t worry about me,” he mutters, “let me make you feel good instead.” And then he begins lazily eating you out, and you bet it doesn’t take him long to wake up your mind as he brings you closer to your high.

Wooyoung:

He’s fully indulging in the experience as he has you on top of him, teasing him and riling him up while barely touching him where he needs you the most. And you can’t say you’re not getting energy from the way he’s whining and begging for you, but eventually the exhaustion of the horrible day you had today catches up with you, and it brings you down earlier than you had hoped. You feel bad that you have to let your boyfriend down like this, but still you think it’s only fair to let him know that you’re too tired to keep this up and that maybe you should continue another time. But he’s not stupid, and he already sensed that something was off about you today, so he merely sits up and wraps his arms around you in response. “It’s okay, babe,” he says, a bit out of breath still. “Should we stop? Or do you want me to take care of you?” And of course there’s no way you could say no to that offer, so you ask him for the latter. Without hesitation he makes you switch positions, and while placing a few kisses in your neck, he adds, “I’ll go slow.” Making sure you get your share as well, he lets his hands roam your body until he can hear you moaning softly at his ministrations. Only then does he help you wrap your legs around his hips, pushing inside you to fuck you slow and nice.

Jongho:

You’ve been going at it for a while now as you’re desperately fighting off the exhaustion in your body while clinging to his shoulders. You’re on top of him, hoping for just one more orgasm, but even with him steadying you and helping you out with his thumb pressed to your clit, you eventually just feel your legs giving out, faced with the fact that you simply don’t have the strength to go on. So when you collapse against him while hissing a curse, he’s quick to catch you, letting you rest for a few seconds. “I’ll take over,” he simply informs you, his voice quiet, and then he flips your positions with ease, helping you wrap your legs around him and then reaching for your wrists to pin you down on the bed. “That okay?” he asks, and as soon as you nod, he starts rolling his hips against yours, slowly at first. You’re still frustrated though, and as if he could sense that, he presses a soft kiss onto your lips, adding, “It’s okay. I’ll give you what you need.” It doesn’t take him long to find just the right pace that leaves you begging him for more, dragging out the process and teasing you just as much as you can take. And when he finally fucks you hard enough to have you seeing starts, you can be sure he’ll have you racing towards another high in no time.

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[moonhoures]

Cowgirl

🕷️ kinktober — day 10: costumes 🕸️

pairing: wooyoung (ateez) + reader (afab)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, cowboy/cowgirl costumes, lots of lame cowboy-related jokes/comments bc i think i’m funny ig (sorry), protected sex 👍🏻, reverse cowgirl position, ass slapping, reader is half-clothed during sex

word count: ~2.2k

synopsis: you and your boyfriend can’t get enough of each other in your halloween costumes

a/n: the way my ateez bias list is in shambles after writing these kinktober posts….. 😔

posted: october 10, 2023

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“________! Are you ready yet?”

Wooyoung’s voice rung out through the house as he looked around the room, trying to recall where he had set down his cowboy hat. While his eyes trailed over the room, the sound of your boots thudding down the stairs caught his attention. He turned to watch your entrance to the living room, and his eyes widened at the sight of you in all your glory. Your body covered in a black, leather cowgirl outfit that matched his own. The matching costumes were his idea, but you were the one that had picked them out. This was the first time seeing you in yours, and it was taking his breath away.

Your breasts were practically spilling out of the top of your tight-fitted, sleeveless vest that showed off your midriff. He was thankful you were wearing a black bra underneath, because the buttons on the vest looked like they were minutes away from popping open—not that he would really complaint about that. Black leather shorts hugged your ass and the tops of your thighs snuggly. Leather boots, with fringe that matched the kind on your vest, reached up just past your knee. A faux lasso was coiled up and attached to the empty belt loop on your hip.

“Close your mouth, babe, you’re gonna catch flies,” you teased your boyfriend, holding out his missing cowboy hat to him while you set your own on top of your head, “And you forgot this upstairs.”

Wooyoung quickly shut his mouth, took the hat from your hand, and set it on his head. The two of you stood in front of the mirror displayed by your front door, making last minute adjustments of your clothes before you planned to leave. You smiled as you admired your good work at finding matching outfits; you had to admit you both looked really good. Wooyoung’s leather pants and matching vest just fit him so well. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of his ass in the tight pants you got him.

“My eyes are up here, ________.”

Now Wooyoung was the one teasing you, throwing you a wink as he caught your eyes in the mirror. You rolled your eyes playfully, and handed him his keys before nudging him towards the door.

Your mutual friend, Seonghwa, was throwing a costumer party for Halloween that started at 8pm. So naturally you two showed up fifteen minutes late because Wooyoung swore he knew how to get to his house without using the GPS—spoiler alert, he didn’t. But Seonghwa still greeted you both at the door with a big smile and a glass half-full of some kind of liquor nonetheless.

“Woohoo, first couple of the night just got in from the West? I love it,” he gestured to your outfits before embracing you in a quick hug.

“All _______’s idea,” Wooyoung gave you your credit, his hand never leaving your hip as you two walked in and your friend closed the door behind you.

“She does have good fashion sense,” Seonghwa winked in your direction before bringing you to the kitchen where everyone else was indulging in the snacks and drinks while music played from the living room.

For the next few hours, you and your boyfriend socialized with the growing number of party guests, most of whom you already knew. So you had no problem making your way through the house without your boyfriend unlike how you usually would in a party setting. But you two still danced and chatted with your friends for a while before you separated. At one point you got caught up in a card game with Yunho, San, and a handful of other partygoers. Wooyoung was off somewhere talking with Seonghwa and Hongjoong for almost half an hour before he realized how long you had been gone, presumably in the bathroom. After excusing himself, he set off to look for you.

When he found you in the dining room playing cards, he lingered by the doorway, watching you as he took sips of his drink. You looked hot beyond belief. Your sharp eyes watched everyone placing their cards on the tables, the gears in your head turning. Even in the shitty, dim lighting of the dining room, you still glowed. And when the game went your way, you hollered with excitement, leaping from your chair and moving your arm in a lasso movement to play off of your costume. Wooyoung couldn’t help the way he smiled.

You reached across the table, bringing all the chips to your corner with a wide smile on your lips. As the cards got reshuffled and you took another sip from your drink, you made eye contact with your boyfriend across the room. You grinned at him, noticing him taking a seat on the stool near him. While the next game started you could feel Wooyoung’s eyes on you, and it made your face feel hot. But you liked it. You liked the way he watched you play with a concupiscent expression on his face. The way his intense eyes were covered in darkness from the shade of his cowboy hat, which only added to how sexy he already looked. You really had to give yourself a pat on the back for these costumes.

“________,” Yunho nodded in your direction to get your attention back to the game, “Your turn.”

You snapped back to the task at hand, taking your hand of cards and fanning them out in a way only you could see them. The handful of partygoers that lingered around the table watched you and the other players inspect their cards. But Wooyoung’s eyes were on you—only you—and they were practically burning holes through you. You shifted under his gaze, suddenly feeling very antsy and, honestly, extremely horny.

While the next round started, you made the mistake of looking up over your cards at your boyfriend again. He was still sat on his stool, but he was leaning back with one elbow propped against the counter. His other hand was loosely holding the stereotypically big, flashy, silver belt buckle on his pants. The lack of effort he was putting in to look so fucking attractive was majorly doing it for you. In that moment you decided to focus on finishing the game and getting home as soon as possible.

Luckily for you, Wooyoung seemed to be on the same page. You didn’t win that round, but when you met him by the counter, he still praised you for how well you played.

“You know, you are so hot when you’re competitive,” he said, eyes glinting as he leaned his head up to look at you from under the brim of his hat.

“Really? I was gonna say the same about you,” your fingers trailed from his leather-covered knee up to the top of his thigh as you spoke, making his Adam’s apple shift, “I meant, you looked really hot watching me play.”

“Hm, I wonder what two hot people in costumes could do on a night like this,” he sighed dramatically, not missing the way you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“I was thinking we could go home. I could, uh, use a ride,” you arched a brow at him, further enunciating your words as a hint.

“Well duh, we came here together.”

You shook your head softly and tried not to laugh, “No, babe, I’m a cowgirl, remember? I could use a ride.”

This time your fingers reached up to his belt, gripping his buckle and tugging at it softly. Your boyfriend smirked, looking at the way your thighs brushed against his legs. He could already imagine how you would look riding him on the couch—he figured you two wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.

“I’ll go get my keys.”

You pecked a chaste kiss to his lips before zig-zagging through the people in the house to the front door. You did run into Seonghwa on your way out, and you made sure to thank him for inviting you two. He pouted, commenting that it was so early for you to be leaving, but when he saw the look Wooyoung was giving you as he rejoined you by the front door, he instantly understood the situation.

“Alright, go have a good night. Just don’t drive like a maniac!” he called after you before the door closed behind you both.

Wooyoung heeded his friend’s warning, driving safely despite being distracted by your lips on his cheek and neck at red lights. But as soon as he got home and threw the car into park, all bets were off. Seatbelts clicking filled the car as you both leaped out of your seats. Wooyoung was quick to unlock the front door, and he hooked his keys onto the key holder by the light switch. Once the door was closed, he pressed you up against it, giggles erupting between the two of you as you went in for a kiss and your hats bumped into each other.

He took his off, tossing it to the floor before diving back in for the kiss, his lips and tongue clashing with yours. You moaned when you felt his hips grinding up against yours and the chunky buckle of his belt rubbing against your lower stomach. The buttons on your vest popped open one-by-one at the expertise of his fingertips, causing you to gasp in surprise. He smirked at you as you pulled away from the kiss.

“How ‘bout that ride now?”

You nodded, taking his hand in yours to lead him to the bedroom. No couch tonight, I guess, he thought as you passed it up. You flipped on the light switch, illuminating the room while you kicked off your boots and pushed them aside. Your boyfriend followed your lead, took off the rest of his clothes, quickly put on a condom, and then climbed onto his side of the bed. He asked you to leave your top and hat on—“for fun”, he said. Then he licked his lips in anticipation, watching you get on from the opposite side of the bed after removing your leather shorts and panties.

“Hop on,” Wooyoung patted his thigh, eyes raking up and down your figure before you got yourself comfortable on his lap, back turned to him. Oh, reverse cowgirl, he thought. This is gonna be great.

Your knees dug into the mattress at the sides of your boyfriend’s thighs, and you let out a sigh of satisfaction when you felt his waiting cock against your wet folds. You learned forward, putting on a show for Wooyoung, swaying your hips just enough to put your pussy on full display for him. He let out a small groan, and the next thing you knew, his hands were on your ass.

“Like what you see?” you teased him, rocking your hips while he rubbed the plump of your cheeks.

“Love it,” he assured you.

With his hungry, expecting eyes on you, you reached between your thighs and took his erection in your hand. You lined up the head of his cock to your cunt. Blissful breaths fell off of both of your lips as your warmth engulfed him. He was buried deep; you could feel him in places that even your toys couldn’t reach. It was perfect.

You began rocking your hips, up and down and back and forth, building a rhythm. You smiled to yourself as you heard your boyfriend make little noises of pleasure. And if that wasn’t a clue that he was enjoying the view, then it was the way his fingers gripped your ass, pulling your cheeks further apart so he could watch himself disappear between them. He landed one good slap against your flesh, then another and another, encouraging you to go faster. Your hat was starting to slip off from how quickly you were moving, so you reached up to adjust it.

“That’s it, cowgirl, keep going,” you heard him say, and you obliged. You continued to bounce on him, the space between your thighs growing wetter by the minute.

“Fuck- Are you close?” you asked, your orgasm brewing deep in your belly.

“If you keep fucking me like this, I will be- Ah!” he hissed as you clenched on him and seated yourself down completely on him, grinding your hips harder than before. You braced your hands on his knees, leaning forward a little. You arched your back, letting him watch you fuck him in hopes of getting him to cum sooner. Seconds later he was moaning your name and his hands were holding your hips so tightly that you knew there would be marks there in the morning. Man, did you know your boyfriend well, or what?

Your vagina squeezed and clenched around his condom-coated cock while you breathed heavily between moans of his name. Your hips slowly came to a halt, and Wooyoung’s hands finally fell to his sides on the bed.

“Remind me why we haven’t done this before?” he asked, making you laugh.

“Because we haven’t had a reason to wear costumes since we started dating,” you reminded him, peeking at him over your shoulder before you dismounted from his lap. Your knees pressed into the mattress beside him, then you were plopping onto the space there, cuddling against his side.

“Well we should start considering other costumes, y’know, . . . for next year,” he shrugged, head tilting to look at you.

“Next year? Why wait? We can dress up anytime we want to, not just for Halloween,” you winked at him, earning raised eyebrows in response.

“Say less. I’m putting you in the next sexy costume I can get my hands on.”

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[bombuni]

contains: poly!ateez x gn!reader, soft ateez taking care of u, non-verbal and self-isolating reader, implied depressed/chronically ill reader

you: babies i think it’s better if you don’t come over tonight

joong: Everything ok?

minmin: but im hungry and u said u’d make dinner :(

woo: WE’RE HUNGRY!!! OM NOM NOM

you: just not feeling it tonight. sorry

You shut your phone off with guilt weighing in your heart. You had promised your boys a nice home-made dinner after a hard week full of non-stop practicing. You knew they’d been looking forward to it the entire week, the stress-free time they’d get to spend with you, but, there’s a pit in your stomach that’s been growing the past week and now it’s big enough to stop you from doing anything else but wallow in your thoughts. Now the guilt just adds to it.

There’s times when you don’t have energy for anything. Not even for your favorite people on Earth and it’s simply your body’s fault. At least you try to tell yourself that.

There’s no response to your last message and you sent it an hour ago. Usually you’d be suspicious about the lack of whining and bickering, but you’re just too tired to worry as fatigue fogs your senses. You’re set for a night of self-pity when your front door unlocks, myriads of voices barging in and breaking the calm of your apartment. You already feel a headache coming on as Wooyoung, like usual, argues about whatever hill he’s chosen to die on.

You want to get up to greet them, but somethings stopping you. The pit in your stomach almost weighs you down, your limbs too heavy to move now. You sigh and surrender to your body’s fatigue.

Seonghwa watches you with a sad look on his face. He knows all the tell-tale signs of your sad ruts by now, the most obvious of all being when you go out of your way to isolate yourself. It hurts him because he wants to help you, but he‘s not quite sure how to do it right with you.

“Sweet thing,” he coos quietly and lays a gentle hand atop yours, “how do you feel?”

His attention turns a switch on in you, feeling yourself melt against his soft touch and caring voice. You shrug, feeling a loss of words. You don’t really have any to describe how you feel. Or rather, there’s a boulder in your throat stopping you from even attempting to say anything.

Hongjoong and San walk over, the latter immediately scooping you up into his arms despite Seonghwa’s protests. Hongjoong leans over the back of the couch, carding his fingers through your hair and tutting at the state you’re in.

“You’re not getting rid of us that easy, you know,” he mumbles.

San looks right at you even if you won’t meet his eyes, trying his best to communicate the worry he has because he knows words don’t work with you when you’re like this. Seonghwa flicks San’s forehead, pulling a loud noise of protest out of him, “Aren’t you supposed to be helping in the kitchen?”

San responds by pulling you tightly against him and closing his eyes in bliss. Seonghwa grumbles something about disrespect, but walks away to help in the kitchen himself. It’s starting to feel a little warm with San’s irresistible need to touch you and Hongjoong’s eyes not once leaving your form. It gets unbearably hot when you feel Mingi’s lips against the crown of your head, Wooyoung doing the same and immediately jumping into gently scolding you for pushing them away.

Hongjoong wants to agree but he knows it’s not what you need right now. He shushes Wooyoung, “Did you take your meds yet?”

You shake your head. Yunho walks up to you, bending down to hand you your medicine with a kind smile on his face. He takes your hand in his when you swallow your pills, kissing each of your knuckles gently, as if he fears scaring you away.

“Here.” Yeosang passes you a glass of water. There’s eight pairs of eyes on you and you can feel each one. It’s like they’re watching a zoo animal on display and you’d laugh at the thought in any other circumstance.

Jongho stands across you, intently staring you down, “You know you can’t just expect us to leave you alone, right?”

San pulls your head into his chest and throws protective arms over you as if you’re a kid getting a scolding, “Don’t be mean.”

Jongho is about to retort before Seonghwa stops him, “Ok! Ok, what Jongho means,” he kneels down next to Yunho with a gentle expression aimed at you, “Is that we want to help you, sweetheart. And it’s hard to do that when you don’t allow us to,”

Yeosang scratches at his neck as he finds the words, “We know it’s hard for you to do that, but…”

Hongjoong continues for him, “We’re just asking that you try at least. Okay?”

You hesitantly nod into San’s chest and you feel him let out a sigh of relief. Wooyoung speaks up from behind you, “You’re hogging ‘em, Sannie,”

He shakes his head violently and hugs you tighter, “No ‘m not.”

Mingi grimaces, “You totally are.”

It’s all-out war again and your body shakes between theirs as each one tries to take you for themselves. San’s still got a good grip on you as Yunho, Seonghwa, and Jongho fight to pull him off of you. Wooyoung and Mingi stand back and argue with San, really the only thing they’re good for. Hongjoong and Yeosang grimace and watch the events unfold, only waiting to step in if they notice you get overwhelmed.

But you don’t. You feel warm and loved and happy, and there’s a bubble of laughter forming in your throat and surpassing the boulder that was stuck in you before. You’ll take it one step at a time, and they’ll take that step with you.

bom note: this is for the gays with chronic fear of being emotionally vulnerable. i tried to make readers issues as vague as possible for u. Also realistically i would not want 8 men all up in my space when im in one of these moods but it’s fantasy ok shhh

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[edenesth]

Pride and Prejudice

Pairing: superior!Hongjoong x fem!reader

AU: office au

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Kim Hongjoong, the intimidating superior with an unreasonable prejudice against you, holds a grudge that seems endless. What happens when your paths collide in an unexpectedly heartwarming late-night encounter in the office?

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble but I got slightly carried away, so here, we have this short little oneshot. Inspired by the photos of our captain in Paris.

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Kim Hongjoong.

That was a name that sent shivers down most employees' spines.

In the bustling world of corporate offices, he was known as the intimidating superior that everyone dreaded.

From the moment you set foot in the company, you felt the weight of his prejudice against you. He had a stereotype against pretty girls, believing that you had only secured your position due to what he dubbed as "pretty privilege."

Despite his initial disdain for you, you had been determined to prove your worth. Days turned into weeks, and your hard work began to speak for itself. Your colleagues recognised your dedication and praised your quality of work.

But Hongjoong's pride remained an impenetrable barrier, preventing him from acknowledging your skills and contributions. Because of that, he's been out to get you for as long as you can remember.

Little did you know, things were about to change real soon.

One evening, after the office had emptied out, you found yourself still at your desk, engrossed in a challenging project.

It was then that Hongjoong, against his usual routine, returned to the office for some last-minute work. Surprised to see you there, he observed you from a distance.

He watched as you tirelessly poured over spreadsheets, crafted reports, and revised presentations. It was clear that your commitment went beyond any perceived privilege. Slowly, a realisation dawned upon him, shattering the preconceived notions that had clouded his judgement.

Too immersed in your work to notice him, you typed away, the soft glow of your computer screen casting a dim light on your face.

Hongjoong couldn't help but feel a growing sense of guilt.

He noticed the countless cups of coffee scattered across your desk, each one bearing the telltale signs of late nights and long hours. There was also a half-finished packet of cream crackers, a meagre attempt at sustenance in the midst of your dedication.

His initial irritation at finding you still at the office slowly gave way to concern. It was well past dinner time, and he wondered if you'd even had a proper meal that day. Clearing his throat, he approached your desk, his footsteps light but purposeful.

"You're still here?" He asked in a voice that was almost a whisper, the surprise of your presence evident in his tone.

Your head snapped up at his unexpected appearance, and you shot up from your seat, a reflexive gesture of politeness ingrained in you, "Yes, Mr. Kim," You replied with a polite bow, "Just finishing up some work. What are you doing here?"

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to the scattered coffee cups and the packet of crackers before meeting your gaze, "I had something I forgot to finish earlier," He confessed, his voice carrying a newfound vulnerability, "So, I came back to the office to settle it."

You nodded slowly, understanding the pressures of your demanding workplace all too well. Returning to your work, you couldn't help but notice the genuine concern in his expression. It was a stark contrast to the disdain and prejudice you had once faced from him.

Then, in a moment that would forever change your professional relationship, he spoke up once more, his words laced with an unexpected humility.

"I didn't realise how hard you work."

Surprised by his admission and the softness in his voice, you looked up again, a flicker of hope in your eyes. With a faint but sincere smile, you replied, "I've been trying to show you all along."

It was a turning point, a moment when the barriers between you and your superior began to crumble, replaced by a newfound understanding.

The awkward silence that hung in the air between you and Hongjoong felt palpable, a reminder of the distance that had separated you for so long. You decided to break the tension by resuming your work, murmuring, "I'll get back to this then."

He simply nodded in response, his eyes fixed on his own office room, but he didn't leave. Instead, he stood there, silently wrestling with his thoughts. He desperately wanted to ask if you had eaten, knowing full well that the late hour meant that a proper meal was long overdue.

However, his pride, which had been a formidable barrier between you two, still held sway over him.

Inwardly frustrated with himself, he cursed under his breath and forced himself to remember why he had returned to the office in the first place. With a reluctant sigh, he reminded himself of the unfinished work waiting for him in his office. Pushing past his internal turmoil, he turned on his heel and headed toward his workspace, determined to distract himself with the tasks at hand.

As he retreated to his office, the lingering sense of guilt and a newfound respect for your dedication continued to gnaw at him.

It was a moment of reckoning, and he wondered if breaking down the remaining walls of pride and prejudice was the path he needed to take to foster a more harmonious working relationship with you.

Hours passed, and the office had grown eerily quiet as midnight approached.

Hongjoong, convinced that you would have left by now, finally decided to call it a night. He stretched, shut down his computer, and began packing his things. But as he made his way towards the exit, he glanced over at your desk and was surprised to find you still there, diligently working away.

His surprise grew when he saw you reach for another packet of crackers, your stomach protesting loudly with a growl. The sight of your dedication and the audibility of your hunger pangs finally broke through the last remnants of his pride and hesitation.

He couldn't let you continue like this.

In a bold move that shocked both you and himself, he approached your desk and swiftly snatched the packet of crackers from your hands, "That's it," He declared, determination in his voice, "I'm taking you to have a proper meal."

You gasped, your wide eyes locked onto his, completely taken aback by his sudden change in demeanour. Without giving you a choice, he tugged you up from your chair, and you reached for your handbag, thinking you might need to pay for your own meal.

Shock and disbelief coursed through your veins as you followed him towards the 24-hour convenience store just downstairs from the office. He surprised you once again.

"Go on, pick whatever you want to eat. It's on me."

The realisation that your once-intimidating superior was genuinely concerned about your well-being left you in a state of utter astonishment.

You carefully selected a light meal, trying to be polite since Hongjoong was footing the bill. But he sighed in frustration when he noticed your restraint, and he swiftly grabbed a few more side dishes, silencing your protests with a stern glare.

Once he had paid, you found yourselves settled at a table and chairs in a quiet corner of the store.

You began, "Thank you for the meal, Mr. Kim."

He nodded in acknowledgement but seemed lost in thought. After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke up, his cheeks turning a faint shade of red, "Just Hongjoong."

You froze, your actions of opening the food package momentarily halted, "What?" You asked, surprised by his request.

He cleared his throat, still blushing but determined, "I said, just call me Hongjoong. We're not at work now, you don't have to be so formal."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you noticed how cute he looked, flustered by the change in dynamics. You nodded, genuinely touched by his gesture, "Okay. Thank you for the meal, Hongjoong. I really appreciate it."

For some inexplicable reason, he felt his heart warm at hearing you say his name for the first time.

As you both shared the meal, he discovered a side of you he had been quick to overlook. He realised just how wrong he had been to judge you based on a shallow stereotype. It became evident that there was so much more to you than just your good looks, and he couldn't help but curse himself for his past behaviour.

He had needlessly made your life difficult from the moment you joined the company, and he felt a growing sense of remorse.

After the meal, you thanked him once more and wished him a safe trip home, intending to return to the office to finish your work. But his unease intensified as he watched you walk back toward the darkened office alone. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you after he had left, and he knew he would never forgive himself.

In an unexpected move, he followed you back to the office, stopping the elevator doors from closing and forcing his way in. You gasped in surprise, staring at him with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of his heart, "What kind of a terrible boss would I be to let you work alone so late?" He stammered, "I... I'll help you. That way, you'll finish faster, and we can both go home."

Your heart skipped a beat at his thoughtfulness, a gesture you had never expected from the intimidating Kim Hongjoong.

With a grateful smile, you nodded, realising that beneath the stern exterior you had initially encountered, there was a caring and compassionate side to him that you were only just beginning to discover, "Thank you, Hongjoong. This means a lot to me."

From that day forward, the dynamic between you and Hongjoong shifted dramatically.

The next morning at work, an unexpected sight left all of your colleagues in shock. Hongjoong appeared next to your desk, holding a cup of your favourite coffee and a pack of sandwiches that he had clearly taken notice of you enjoying frequently.

His voice was unusually gentle as he greeted you, saying, "Good morning. Here, don't skip breakfast again."

Your heart fluttered with surprise and gratitude as you stammered out a thank you, bowing slightly, "Morning, Mr. Kim! Gosh, you really didn't have to. But thank you so much."

You could see him trying his hardest to maintain his composure in front of your curious colleagues, who were all gawking at the unexpected display of kindness. With a quick nod, he turned and hurried into his office, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Once he was gone, your colleagues flocked around your desk, eager to hear the story behind this sudden change in Hongjoong's behaviour. They bombarded you with questions, excited to unravel the mystery of why your intimidating superior was now going out of his way to be nice to you.

The office buzzed with curiosity and anticipation, as the dynamics within the workplace continued to shift in surprising and heartwarming ways.

Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong had been discreetly observing you from the glass window of his office.

A smile spread across his face as he watched you finally enjoy the coffee and sandwich he had gotten for you. It was a simple gesture, but it held a deeper significance for both of you.

In the days that followed, everyone at work noticed the remarkable change in his behaviour toward you. He openly acknowledged your skills and contributions, and the two of you began to develop a professional respect for each other.

Your colleagues teased you relentlessly, speculating that there might be something more to his newfound kindness. They playfully suggested that Kim Hongjoong might have developed feelings for you.

But you would have none of it.

You firmly told them off each time they made such ridiculous claims, asserting that his change in behaviour was simply a result of him realising he had been wrong in his initial judgement of you. While the teasing continued, you remained steadfast in your belief that his actions were motivated by respect rather than romantic interest.

The office atmosphere had shifted from one of tension and prejudice to one of teamwork and support, thanks to the unlikely friendship that had blossomed between you and your superior.

Little did you know that your colleagues' playful theories about Hongjoong's feelings were not as far-fetched as you believed.

Frustration began to creep into his actions as he yearned for you to grasp the deeper meaning behind his gestures. He had become more attentive, consistently leaving breakfast at your desk and offering assistance with your workload, even when you hadn't requested it. These efforts were his way of expressing feelings he had only recently come to understand.

He was left bewildered by the evolution of his emotions.

He couldn't pinpoint when it had started, but his newfound respect and admiration for you had gradually transformed into something more profound and romantic.

As he continued to go out of his way to be a part of your life, he wished for the day when you might see beyond the professional facade and realise that his actions were driven by deeper feelings he was struggling to contain.

But Hongjoong had reached a breaking point.

That's it, I guess I'll just have to be more direct.

He couldn't continue to hide his feelings and yearnings any longer; he needed to be more forward about his intentions. The internal struggle was taking its toll, and he was determined to let you know how he truly felt.

On a day like any other, as he got you breakfast, you thanked him once more for the meal.

Gathering his courage, he decided to seize the moment, even if it meant doing so in front of all your colleagues. He cleared his throat and, with an air of determination, he spoke, "You can thank me by going to dinner with me."

A collective gasp rippled through the office as everyone realised that Hongjoong was finally making a move.

You, stunned by his unexpected proposition, gulped and blinked up at him, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. With a shaky voice, you croaked, "A-are you asking me out on a date?"

He nodded, taking a bold step closer to you.

He knew he was being unprofessional, and normally, he would care deeply about that, but his feelings for you had grown too strong to suppress any longer. At this moment, all that mattered was hearing your response, and he couldn't wait to hear you say yes.

As much as you longed to say yes, you couldn't ignore the weight of potential consequences.

The risk of having an office romance with your superior loomed large in your mind, and you feared the impact it might have on both your personal and professional life. You were torn between your heart's desires and the practicality of the situation.

However, your colleagues, growing impatient with your silence, began chanting insistently, "Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!"

Their encouragement, combined with Hongjoong's pleading gaze, melted your heart. You knew that your happiness in the present moment mattered more than any potential complications, so you finally nodded and said, "Yes."

The office erupted into joyful cheers as his face broke into a radiant smile. He couldn't contain his excitement as he gently took your hand and pressed a tender kiss onto your knuckles.

"Great," He said, his voice filled with genuine happiness, "I'll catch you after work, then."

With a newfound sense of hope and anticipation, you felt that this unexpected turn of events might just be the beginning of something wonderful between you and Hongjoong.

Your first date with him had gone exceptionally well, and as you spent more time together, your connection deepened.

After a few more memorable dates, he finally gathered the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. You couldn't help but voice your concerns about how the relationship might impact your work dynamics.

He listened attentively and reassured you that he understood your concerns completely. He promised to do his utmost to keep things professional and not let your relationship interfere with your work. Trusting his sincerity and the strength of your connection, you took a leap of faith and agreed to be his.

From that point onward, everyone at work began to playfully thank you for transforming Hongjoong from an intimidating figure into a gentle and approachable one.

It was evident that he had become more friendly and open with all the employees, and the atmosphere in the office began to relax. The newfound harmony made everyone happier to work together, as the once-tense environment transformed into a more welcoming and pleasant one.

His transformation from a scary boss to a sweet and caring boyfriend was nothing short of remarkable. He made every effort to ensure that you felt loved and cherished in every aspect of your relationship.

Each morning, he would pick you up from your home with a warm smile and drive you to work, turning your daily commute into a shared adventure.

In his office, you would both enjoy breakfast together, savouring these precious moments before the workday began. As he walked you to your desk, he would often steal a quick, affectionate kiss when he thought no one was watching, leaving a subtle yet sweet reminder of his feelings.

Throughout the day, he would make sure that you never skipped a meal, even if it meant reminding you to take a break. Whenever the weather turned chilly, he'd drape his blazer over your shoulders, ensuring you stayed warm and comfortable.

One of the most significant changes was his commitment to ensuring you didn't stay late at work anymore. He would whisk you away for dinner, treating you to delicious meals before taking you home. And on nights when he was too tired to go home, he'd sometimes stay at your place.

Hongjoong's sweetness as a boyfriend was a stark contrast to the intimidating figure you had first met.

He had evolved into a caring and attentive partner, demonstrating his love not just in words but also through his thoughtful actions, it made your life more meaningful with each passing day.

"Thank you, Mr. Park. I look forward to our collaboration."

As you shook hands with the client, a polite smile on your face, Hongjoong felt a twinge of frustration. He was so close to winning over Park Seonghwa for the latest project.

Fine, you win this round.

A year had passed since you started dating, and your professional paths had taken an unexpected turn. You had been promoted to his level and were now working in a different division, putting you in direct competition with him at work.

He remembered the days when he used to be your intimidating boss, and the thought of you becoming his professional rival both intrigued and challenged him.

While he couldn't deny his pride in seeing your career flourish, the competitive spirit within him burned brightly, as he prepared himself for the battles that lay ahead in your evolving relationship, both in and out of the office.

That evening as you both settled down in the home you now shared, a mischievous grin spread across your face.

You watched with amusement as Hongjoong grumbled and struggled to remove his tie. He wore a look of mock envy as he tried to get rid of the professional attire that now seemed like a burden.

Unable to contain your laughter at his sulking, you approached him, gently helping him remove the tie, "I'm sorry for stealing your client, Joong. I thought you'd be proud of me." You teased, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

He blinked in surprise before a soft smile spread across his face, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I'm just playing with you, silly." He said, his voice filled with affection.

"You didn't steal Seonghwa from me. You won him over fair and square with your skills. And I am incredibly proud of you, my love. You continue to prove me wrong about my past stereotypes every day, and I love you so much for it."

Your boyfriend's sweet words had a way of melting your heart, and in that moment, you couldn't resist the overwhelming rush of affection you felt for him, "I love you too, Joong." His arms around your waist made you feel safe and loved, and you leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his lips.

His lips met yours with a gentle warmth, and the kiss deepened, filled with all the love and passion that had grown between you over the past year. Your arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer as the world faded away, leaving just the two of you lost in the sweetness of the moment.

Time seemed to stand still as you relished the connection, your hearts beating in sync.

If someone had told you a year and a half ago that you and Kim Hongjoong would eventually fall in love, you wouldn't have believed them. But as you held each other in that moment, you couldn't help but marvel at how far you had both come since those days.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

Lord, this turned out so much longer than I'd planned.

No regrets though, I realised I had to write this after seeing all the recent photos of Hongjoong in Paris. The sight of this man in suits just does things to me. Like, just imagine having him as your boss.🧎🏻‍♀️

This is personally one of my favourites. Hope y'all liked it too! Thank you for reading and as always, do share your thoughts with me! <3

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Lethal Protectors - Yandere!Vampires!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Vampire AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 6,410

Warnings: Violence and blood. Implied stalking. Past trauma and mentions of a physical assault which almost need in death. Scars. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Well, I never expected this to become this long, but it's based on a dream I had during a nap I took last night lol. Not much, but I hope you enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

Without another thought, you begin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She mirrors your expression as you both hug each other.

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

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

You nod, sharing a small laugh with her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You should know.” You reply bluntly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

Two: you are no longer alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s in shock.” Jongho comments.

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

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

“Watch it, San.” Mingi warns.

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

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

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

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

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

After a moment of hesitation, you nod. Slowly.

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

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

Again, you nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“Feeling better?” It’s Yeosang.

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

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

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

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

You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself as you nod. 

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

The three males share a look between one another.

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

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

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

His expression droops.

“Wooyoung.” Hongjoong hisses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A statement which they pick up on.

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

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

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

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

“You’re vampires.”

A stillness passes over the room.

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

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

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

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

You meet his gaze. “Why?”

The eight males nearly blink in surprise.

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

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

They all seem to blink in mild surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your head begins reeling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You inhale sharply. “You tracked me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The males all share a look.

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

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

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

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

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

Again, your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[vantaesfairie]

𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔟 : 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢

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this is my second tumblr tarot collab ateez version with the wonderful @hongjoongsmuse !!! go check out their blog and reblog too!

choose a picture below:

dear god this tumblr formatting has me going nuts it took me so long to piece these photos together on the web :( before anybody accuses us of not being ot8 there's mingi and jongho at the end :)

pile 1, yunho @vantaesfairie

your fs will like the fact that you always fight for what you think is right (if you're in the right ofc) and your perseverance. if you face your challenges head on and be more endurable to difficulties, it will bring your fs along as your own inner strength is developing. similarly to the seonghwa pile, being on 'higher ground' will help a lot. your fs will also be attracted to your queen energy. if you are a feminine, this is what you want to nurture and work on. they will love the way you are abundant in yourself and the way you connect with nature. they may also be an animal lover / like hiking or camping. the more 'mother' you are the better in this case. they also appreciate the way you think quickly and cleverly. other than being beautiful you need brains. they may be attracted to your hair / hair accessories / dress (or some clothes like a dress). they are attracted to your independent thinking and the way you communicate with others in a group setting. you may want to work on your knowledge and be more direct and candid about your opinions when others need your leadership. if you work on your inner strength, tap into your feminine energy and work on being more perceptive towards others, your fs will be attracted to you.

pile 2, seonghwa @vantaesfairie

your fs may be attracted to your status. you can attract your fs by being more financially independent as well as professional career wise. the more you rise up in your career hierarchy the more likely it is. if you want a provider person, you need to be a provider to yourself first in order to let go of that energy of loss. your youthful spirit and lightheartedness will help a lot a lot. if you have an rbf, try to surround yourself with people or things you like and relax with strangers. tapping into your 'cute', or 'childish' side will help a lot. if you are creative, start making art as you can manifest through art. they may love watching your art. when you have gone through such spiritual changes you will realize intuitive signs about your fs in your daily life more and more. you also have to be prepared for change as your fs may be coming in hot when they are attracted to said playful new infatuation energy. your passion for life and fire-sign like attitude to working and growing may attract them to you faster. overall, your material success, zest for life, artistic side, and perhaps travelling will help you attract your fs.

pile 3, san @vantaesfairie

i think your fs likes gold and wealth lol they might like bling luxury brands too just from the card imagery. your fs may like the way you talk, your voice is alluring. they like your leadership. you may want to work on your group communication or public speaking skills as they will be listening to you intently. you also have to give an aura of 'i am the best option out of all options you have but i don't really need you, you need me'. you have to shine amongst your peers. your fs may like the way you daydream or have goals that you are working towards. they like how realistic you are even towards 'unrealistic / dreamy' goals. they may like it more if you wear gold / yellow. they like the way you are charismatic and have a strong friendly energy like sagittarius. they like how enthusiastic you are. you should work towards trying to inspire others with your work and fashion, as well as being more independent and extroverted. in general, your fs will be attracted to your voice and assurance in speaking, your leadership, goal setting, strong social butterfly (but not too much) vibe.

pile 4, yeosang @hongjoongsmuse

yeosang's pile suggests that despite your many trials and tribulations, your future spouse will admire your determination and optimism for a better future. instead of letting things get you down, your ability to get back up and take another step forward is seriously impressive. they could also respect that in times of uncertainty, you can take accountability and work towards finding a solution. you have come a long way, and it looks like they'll be well aware of that. they could be very proud of your achievements and could continue to support you through anything. this may be someone you already know, or someone you will be friends with first. to get there, please be more forgiving of yourself, and hang in there, my love! things will get better.

the fool, the sun, 2 of swords, 8 of swords, 6 of wands, 8 of pentacles. rider-waite.

pile 5, hongjoong @hongjoongsmuse

hongjoong's pile suggests your fs might like be attracted to your warm, empathetic and friendly nature. they could find you enchanting, carefree and charming, yet a little whimsical and mysterious. they could admire you for your stability and for being "well put together", perhaps due to being very well dressed and financially stable. they could admire your poise and how you plan your sentences. to them, you could feel like a soulmate, and could have this sense of familiarity. they may see you as someone they would like to work together with to build a connection (instead of having to "win your heart") - a connection filled with love and cherish. to get to this point, consider continuing your studies, as your job seems quite influential and intellectual. the tarot also suggests keeping an open mind, and to be mindful of your words and those around you. try not to worry too much about what other people might think, as being who you are is the best self you could ever be.

queen of cups, 2 of cups, 3 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, 4 of wands. rider-waite.

pile 6, wooyoung @hongjoongsmuse

our lovely wooyo suggests that your future spouse could admire you for your maturity and care for other people - falling for the heart, the soul - and especially the mind. you could end up being an inspiration to them, and they could often turn to your for support because they trust you more than anything. you could end up being their safe place. as mentioned, your mind could be something they love in particular. your open mindedness, your great advice and your ability to remain unbiased and rational, and perhaps a sense of authority and leadership? as a result of these traits, they could respect your stability, especially with finances and relationships. a good support system and nice flow of income could be very appealing, but of course - they wouldn't use you for it. more so, they could find it admirable, and could even aspire to be like you. if you haven't already, consider furthering your studies, and approach topics with a more objective view.

the empress, justice, king of swords, king of pentacles. rider-waite.

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[ja3hwa]

♥︎ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 | 𝐎𝐭𝟖 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♥︎

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Request asks, "How would the boys react to the reader having no energy to get out of bed"

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 2.3k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Angst, Fluff.

ᴘᴀ��ɪɴɢ: Ateez Members x Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Pet names. Fluffly cuteness. Mentions of periods and period pains. Talk about female anatomy. Mention of alcohol and one night stands. Nudity. Yeosang being a little shit. Making out. Mention of sexual activities. Workaholic. Mingi has big dick energy. Morning sickness. Panicking. Pregnancy scare. Unhappy thoughts. Feeling drained. Comforting. Soft touches. Insecurities. Stress and serious talk about mental health.

Note : I went a little overboard the more the wrotes these, so jonghos one is a little long... woops. But I hope you enjoy the read non the less ♡ thank you again @zi-ever for this request ♡♡

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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

The sun crept into your room, making you l see out a strangled groan. You tossed slightly to suddenly feel Hongjoong also curled up next to you. Normally, he would be out of bed by now, but for some odd reason, he, too, didn't feel like leaving the comforts of the warm bed. You open your sensitive eyes to see his soft features, snoring lightly with his one arm lazily draped over your waist. You both had such rough nights and a hell of a week with work. You deserved the sleep-in. 

"What's the time..." Hongjoong suddenly spoke in his low gravelled voice. 

"Almost ten." Your reply made Hongjoong pull you closer as if to say 'No, I want to be here longer'. You kissed his forehead with a little chuckle, holding him close to you until he started to fall back into a soft slumber. Sleep was taking you as well, feeling your eyes grow heavy, you snuggled into him. Who needs to get up anyway... it is after all your day off.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Seonghwa is the definition of a morning person. Up at six or seven, already made breakfast by eight and doing house chores by nine. You, however, weren't a morning bird. Come to think about it. You aren't a night owl either. You are more of a permanently tired pigeon. Seonghwa didn't mind it. One of his favourite things to do was wake you and help you with your morning routine. You were always extra clingy during that time. So this means get got to hold you longer than normal. 

"Come on, bunny. It's time to get up." He spoke softly while leaning over to your butt so he could pat it lightly. You groaned in response, sinking more under the comforter, wanting the warm blanket to consume you. He watched you with nothing but love in his gaze. His light chuckle echoed into your ears, making you poke your head out to see Seonghwa has his hand on his hips, watching you. “Hi there, Bunny.”

“Hwaaaa five more minutes pleasee….” You moaned with a higher pitch, leaning over to grab his arm to pull into the bed with all your might. And somehow, you succeeded. He let out a sigh, moving slightly to tuck his arms around your figure, nuzzling his face into your neck. He would normally get out of the bed from your usual morning antics, but today seemed different, so he laid there, holding you, until you were ready to get up.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Unlike most people, your periods came in full swing of pain, backache, headaches, and indescribable cramps. You felt the sun beaming into the bedroom, making you groan at the annoying light. Your eyes stung when you opened them slightly, only barely noticing Yunho had slipped away from the bed. You felt your emotions running overdrive, and it was like your skin was being set on fire. Hot, cold, hot, cold. Your body couldn’t pick. 

“Hey, baby.” You could faintly hear Yunho’s voice in the distance as if he was standing by the door. Which he was. He watched you silently for a moment before you woke, worried you might be in pain when you woke up since last night you began whining about getting your period. When you groaned, he knew you weren’t okay. So he moved quickly to close the curtain, making sure there was not a lot of sunlight peeking through. “how are you feeling?”

“No, I wish to remove my uterus and throw it out the window.” 

He couldn’t help but let out your chuckle at your dry humour, moving over towards the bed so he could get in the bed behind you. He kissed your forehead lightly, moving the blanket slightly so you could get comfortable next to him. “We don’t need to leave this bed…” He pulled a heating pad from the bedside―one he warmed while he was gone―placing it on your tummy. “All we need to do is rest.”

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Your head was pounding. Every limb ached to the point, breathing felt like work. You turned over to see Yeosang was still sound asleep, with one arm draped over your naked waist. Naked waist?! you’ve never sat up so quickly, looking around the room with panic. Why were you naked in Yeosang’s bed, along with―you lifted the blanket and blush flushed against your cheeks―a very naked Yeosang. Dropping the blanket in a huff, the cold breeze it made woke Yeo with a shiver.

“Darling… what are you doing? It’s cold,” he mumbled, voice gravelled and deep. You think for a moment, trying to remember the night before. Looking at Yeo, his eyes were still shut, but you knew he was no longer sleeping. Leaning down, you had to whisper;

“What happened last night?”

He chuckled lowly, opening one eye to take a look at you. Unlike your memory loss, Yeosang had remembered the whole ordeal from last night. With a smile, his arm snakes back on your waist, pulling you down so you are lying next to him. You could feel his body heat, the hotness of his breath on your neck. You felt a strange sense of comfort in his arms even though he was your best friend and not some fuck buddy.

“Why don’t I show you.” he sealed his lisp against yours, and he suddenly sat on top of you. Safe to say you wouldn’t be leaving his bed until you remembered everything of the night prior in detail.

𝐒𝐚𝐧

It was 3 am when you finally got home. San was already passed out on his side of the bed when you entered your room that night. You didn’t want to wake him, so you got ready for bed before passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. When the sun rose and San started to wake, you could feel him shifting. You groan in protest at the idea of getting up for work, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed all day. San seemed to have the energy of the gods that morning, unlike his usual ‘5 more minutes’ mentality. He sat up wide awake and ready for the day but when he looked over to you seeing you hadn’t even opened your eyes, he knew you weren’t ready for the day the same way he was. 

“Long day…” He did ask like a question, but it was more of a statement. You just huffed sightly, not even having the energy to speak. He had to chuckle slightly, showing off his classic Cheshire cat smile. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead before leaning over to the side table for his phone before getting up out of bed. “Seems like coffee and sleep is the recipe for today. I’ll call our manager.”

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

 You were sleeping soundly like you were cuddled by a cloud up in the heavens. Everything was perfect… that was until you shifted slightly in order to reach out for your boyfriend that was not laying next to you. He was missing, and by the faint smell of burned bacon from downstairs, it meant he was in the kitchen. You tried to roll over again, but this time, a sharp pain surged between your legs and your lower back. A heavy gasp left your lips, and luckily, Mingi came in to see you in pain. He had to bite his lip as he walked on over to the edge of the bed, looking down at your pained expression. You finally opened your eyes to see your tall boyfriend with a smug look on his face, making you groan even more.

“What's the matter, Sugar? Feeling sore.” The smug bitch let out a small chuckle. Watching your tormented face turn into a glare filled with fire.

“SONG MINGI, ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!?” You yelped, pushing your face into the pillow with a fake cry. He had to cover his mouth, trying his hardest not to let another laugh out. You both thought for a moment, remembering why exactly you are so sore. And it was truly your fault. You had begged Mingi to go rougher and harder with you last night. 

“I regret nothing. Now, be a good boyfriend and cuddle my pain away. “ You mumbled into the pillow, waving your hand in his direction. He sighed lightly, smiling softly as he crawled into the bed with you, letting you snuggle into his chest, feeling safer in his touch. He guesses Breakfast can wait.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠  

You woke up in a huge fit of sickness. You were dizzy, nauseous and could barely keep your eyes open. Wooyoung was nowhere to be found, and it made your emotions mess up. You called for him, and luckily, he was already heading back to the room in order to wake you up so you could get ready for the lunch you had planned with his friends. 

“Come on, peach. We are going to be late.” His words were stern with a touch of lightly-heartedness. You tried to sit up slightly in order to talk to him, but before you could even get a word out, you shot up to run into the bathroom to empty your stomach contents. You left like a wave of illness just washed over you, and it made Wooyoung turn into a panic. So what is the logical thing Wooyoung could do in the situation… Call Seonghwa.

The eldest tried to calm him down, saying to grab a water bottle, a warm cloth on your forehead, and bed rest. Which the young one did, moving quickly to get you situated back in bed. You groan trying to apologize, but Wooyoung kept repeating ‘This isn’t your fault’. 

“Thanks again Hyung, I’m sorry we won't make it to the lunch,” Wooyoung said while watching you curl up into a ball under the sheets. Seonghwa started talking about how it was fine and that they’d see him and you another time, but what really caught his attention is what he said at the end of the conversation.

“Are you sure she isn’t pregnant?” 

“PREGNANT!!!??”

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

You didn’t sleep. You couldn’t explain it. Tiredness was gifted to you, but when your eyes closed, nothing happened. You felt drained, but at the same time, you thought you could go for a run and be fine. You were restless and exhausted. Seeing the clock on the side table reading 4:30 am, you knew Jongho had to wake and head to work soon. You’d been staring at the roof all night, and what’s worse is you are supposed to go to work with him today for a photo shoot for a K-drama you both were a part of. You let out a small sigh, trying not you wake him with your shifting but little did you know, Jongho had been awake for some time, listening to you shift and sigh, wondering if he should intervene or not. But the moment he heard a fake in your breath as if you were going to cry. He knew he needed to say something. 

So he turned over slightly, hooking his fingers on the hem of your sleep shorts so he could pull you closer to him, letting you nuzzle your face into his neck. He didn’t speak at first and nor did you. All he did was hold you, comfort you with the warm embrace of his arms and the sound of his heartbeat calming yours. It was only when he placed a kiss on your forehead that he spoke “Are you okay?”

He knew it was a silly question to ask, of course, you weren’t okay. But he needed to start a conversation somehow. You shook your head slightly, not bothering to make up an excuse. But even if you wanted to lie, none seemed to come to mind… “I feel empty… I’m so tired, Jong. I just… I don’t know how I feel.” Your mind was all over the place, and you had no idea where to begin in expressing your emotions, so it was like your brain chose to pick none of them.

“It’s okay, angel…” His words were soft, almost like a whisper. “It’s okay to feel like that. Our job is tiresome and hard. And sometimes you can burn out.” His hand that was firm on your hips loosened so he could snake up your back in order to run his fingers along your spine, comforting you more.

“Mental health is a serious thing. If you don’t want to do something. It’s okay. If you want to lay in bed for the day or hold onto me. Or even be alone. All of that is okay. It's natural to feel like this when you have such a draining job. But please, Honey, never feel like you can’t talk to me. I’m here for you, just like you are for me.” 

You felt a stray tear all from your eye, feeling like the rubber band that seemingly had been wrapped around your chest had been cut by his words, gifting you with the first deep breath. He smiled slightly, feeling you suddenly melt into his touch, but before he got too comfortable, he lent over to the side table to reach for his phone. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but after a minute or so, he put the phone down. He turned back to you, sinking deeper into the mattress in order to have maximum comfort.

“It’s cancelled. Now rest. Sleep as long as you need.” He gave you one last kiss on the forehead, watching as you finally close your eyes… 

“There’s also another day.”

- ♥︎

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[hongcherry]

seeking trouble || p.sh (m)

"Seonghwa entertains your need for a late-night rendezvous despite his better judgment."

🏍 Pairing: biker!Seonghwa x richGirl!Reader (afab)

🏍 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, angst; light fluff; Bad boy/rich girl au, friends to lovers

🏍 Warnings: Reader referred to as "girl", pet names (pretty girl, princess, whore, baby), #teamseonghwa.... you'll see why 😪 | [smut] dirty talk, unprotected sex on his bike, one spank lol, 5 seconds of summer choking, creampie, orgasm denial, fingering, oral (f. rec.), degradation, seonghwa's gets a lil mean 🥹...lmk if i missed anything! ^-^

🏍 Word Count: 3.5k

🏍 Author's Note: I am shamelessly contributing to the biker!hwa agenda 🫡 And ofc for research purposes, I stared at the gif for a long while. Curse you Park Seonghwa *shakes fists in the air*

part two

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The flickering street lamp casts an eerie glow on the man in the distance.

He sits half on his motorbike as he slips on a black glove. He pays no attention to the sounds your feet are making on the rough cement. He only looks up when you’re a foot away.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he smiles, leaning back slightly. The chains resting around his neck greet you with tinkling winks under the light.

“Hi, handsome,” you reply cheerfully.

Seonghwa drinks in your appearance. Your bright clothes are the polar opposite of his and the scenery around you. However, he expects nothing less from you.

His eyes lower until they spot your platform heels with fuzzy decor across the toe straps.

Seonghwa lets out a silent huff of air in amusement, one corner of his mouth lifting in a lopsided grin. He blinks once then his eyes are suddenly on you.

The action has you shifting your weight.

“Interesting choice,” he comments. They’re a little odd, but they’re growing on him as the seconds tick by.

“Cute, huh?” you ask, angling your foot to show off your shoe.

“Perhaps,” he murmurs, then picks up a spare jacket from the back of his motorbike. “But I’m not sure they’re appropriate for tonight.”

Seonghwa tosses you the jacket, and you catch it with ease. It’s similar to his, but the reddish-orange accent color swirls in a different pattern.

You put on the item as you reply, “I didn’t have enough time to change.”

“Your date lasted that long?”

“It wasn’t a date,” you sigh at having to repeat yourself from previous conversations.

“You got all dolled up for dinner with a man. Sounds like a date to me,” he explains.

You shake your head, walking toward his bike and gesturing for him to get on. He obeys languidly.

“I’m about to go for a late-night drive with a man. Is this a date then?” you ask and swing a leg over the seat.

Seonghwa hands you a helmet before putting his own on.

“You didn’t get dressed up for me,” he states while you slip on the helmet.

You don’t have time to reply because Seonghwa has revved up his bike. Seconds later, he is driving out of the abandoned parking lot.

You wrap your arms around his waist, the familiar feeling bringing comfort. You can smell his strong cologne and resist the urge to take a deep whiff.

Riding on Seonghwa’s motorbike has your heart soaring with happiness.

Your eyes close as you embrace the wind rushing past your body. The graceful way he swerves through traffic makes you feel like you’re dancing.

You’re tempted to outstretch your arms, but you recall Seonghwa’s nagging voice from the one time you did it in the past. You don’t know why he cared so much, but you figured he just didn’t want to be reliable for murdering the mayor’s daughter.

That definitely wouldn’t end well for him.

Thirty minutes pass until you reach your destination.

Seonghwa’s first to climb off his bike. He sets his helmet down before reaching out for your hands. He helps you off of the bike carefully, watching as you stumble and feeling you squeeze his hands.

Normally after rides, your legs feel a little like jelly. It’s become a habit for Seonghwa to hold you for support afterward.

“’m good now,” you giggle after a moment. 

Seonghwa drops your hands and then takes a few steps to overlook the town. You quickly set your helmet by his before turning to watch him.

The area is just outside your town on top of a hill. You and Seonghwa had stumbled across the spot by accident a month ago, and it’s become your regular hang-out ever since.

The freedom you feel from being away from town makes you feel weightless. You’re not the mayor’s daughter here. You’re not required to go on “dates” to uphold your family’s reputation. You’re not told who you can and can’t see.

It’s liberating.

And addicting.

You step next to Seonghwa silently. The town’s lights look more beautiful from a distance. If you didn’t know better, you’d want to go back. But you know what awaits you at home.

“You ever have to sit in a car with a guy who smells like rotten fish?” you ask out of the blue.

Seonghwa’s not affected by your sudden outburst. He simply slides off his jacket before laying it on the ground. You expect him to sit on it, but he sits next to it.

You open your mouth to question him; however, when he gestures to the item, you understand.

You slowly lower yourself onto his jacket.

Seonghwa leans back on his hands, legs straight in front of him. He’s wearing a simple black tank top in the chilly night, but he’s not shivering.

“No, because he would’ve been kicked out,” he belatedly answers.

You smile and avert your gaze from him to the town.

“If only I could’ve done that,” you sigh.

“So, who was he this time?”

You groan at the memory. “One of the council’s sons. He’s, like, seven years younger, but of course, Daddy wants me to befriend all his friend's children.”

“Aren’t you a good little girl,” Seonghwa teases in a sing-song manner, coming close to your ear.

You scoff and shove at him. “I don’t want to be.”

“Hm,” he pauses in thought.

Seonghwa brings a hand to your chin, angling your face so you’re looking at him. You’re thankful for the moon that allows you to see his handsome features.

His voice drops an octave when he says, “You want to be a bad girl?”

Your heart races at his words. He somehow always has a way to get your blood pumping and mind whirling.

“Aren’t I always when I’m with you?” you reply with a subtle smirk.

Seonghwa chuckles lowly.

“Sneaking out, hanging around someone like me, engaging in inappropriate behavior,” he trails off, slowly leaning in until he’s guiding you back on the ground.

“Definitely a bad girl,” he concludes.

His lips are centimeters away from yours. He’s staring at you with an intensity only Seonghwa can create. It causes your insides to do somersaults; your heart beating irregularly.

You don’t like the feeling.

Needing some form of control, you push against his chest. He pulls away, but instead of leaving him be, you sit up with him and climb into his lap.

Seonghwa’s hands rest on your hips.

“Only for you,” you smile sweetly.

He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s true, princess.”

“Why is that?” you wonder, trailing your hands up his arms until they’re around his neck, inching yourself closer.

“You’ll crawl to anyone who gets you away from that town,” he replies. His hands rise to apply pressure against your lower back, pressing your chest against his. “I bet if you met Jongho before me, he’d be here with you instead.”

There’s truth to his answer.

Seonghwa’s your key to freedom. Without him, you’d be stuck in your overly big mansion—alone and unhappy.

But even though you saw him as a way to spread your wings at first, you started to want to spend nights with him for different reasons. Reasons you’ve been pushing down for a few weeks now. Reasons you’ll never admit to.

Reasons you want to forget.

“Then aren’t you lucky you paid for my meal when I forgot my money?” you say, leaning down to peck his pretty lips.

“Maybe you’re the lucky one since you followed me out like a lost puppy,” he grins. He glides his hands up and down your body lazily.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you argue.

“Wanna know what I think?”

“Trick question.”

“I think you thought I looked like trouble,” he answers anyway.

“Well, aren’t you?”

“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Enough talking, Hwa,” you sigh. “Let’s get into that trouble I’m looking for.”

“Don’t we always,” he murmurs before crashing his lips on yours.

You instantly swipe your tongue along his lower lip, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.

Seonghwa’s no stranger to your quick antics, so he moves his tongue to meet yours without hesitation. His hands trail to squeeze your breasts through your blouse, eliciting an approving hum from you.

Your back arches in his hands as you begin to roll your hips. Seonghwa’s deft fingers pinch your nipples through your shirt, and it’s not long until his mouth is peppering kisses along the swells of your breasts.

When you start sliding off the jacket you’re wearing, he stops you.

“Leave that on,” he instructs before lifting your top and pulling down one of your bra cups. His mouth connects with your nipple, giving it a few flicks of his tongue.

“It’d be easier if you let me take it off,” you say between moans.

Seonghwa pulls away from your chest; he stares at you while he thinks.

“Fine,” he agrees and helps you remove the item.

You’re quick to remove your blouse and bra completely. Goosebumps litter your body from the cold night, but you’re sure you won’t be chilly for long.

You’re about to remove Seonghwa’s top, but he grabs one of your hands to halt your movements. He retrieves the jacket and guides your arm through a sleeve. Your eyes narrow at him as you slip the clothing back over your body.

“Something about leather on me excites you?” you tease.

“It’s not the leather,” he murmurs.

You hope he’ll explain, but he simply kisses your breasts again.

He’s scattering kisses all over your skin, occasionally nipping it. While he picks up where he left off, you do the same.

Your hips begin to grind against his, basking in the feeling of your clit being brushed against his hardening cock. Your fingers find purchase in his hair as he switches to your other breast. When he grazes his teeth against your pebbled nipple, you tug on his hair and pull him away.

Your lips find his before he can speak a word. The kiss is brisk, mouths moving with feverish haste. You could kiss him all night if you could, but you want to spend your time doing something else.

Too eager to undress Seonghwa’s upper half, your hands unbuckle his belt. You break the kiss with heavy breaths and climb off his lap.

Both of you strip yourselves of your pants and underwear.

“You ever fuck someone on your bike?” you ask once you’re completely bare—except for Seonghwa’s jacket and your heels.

“No,” he answers simply.

“Can I be your first?” you smile and stand next to it.

“What makes you think I want you to contaminate my bike?”

You roll your eyes. “Haven’t you ever wanted to? Come on, Hwa. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it.”

“And how exactly are you going to balance on it?”

“Like this,” you instruct and slowly bend over it.

You keep your feet planted on the ground, hands gripping the side of the seat. You spread your legs slightly and wiggle your hips at him.

Seonghwa’s eyes are cast down between your legs. He can see how wet and ready you are.

Fuck.

He admits he has thought of it before…

“Stop thinking and just fuck me,” you sigh when he doesn’t move.

“I ought to gag you,” he growls as he comes up behind you. He removes his gloves and tosses them with the rest of the clothes on the ground.

“As if,” you smirk. “You love when I moan your name.”

Seonghwa doesn’t reply and instead lowers his mouth to your cunt.

You gasp when his tongue licks up your folds. He repeats himself a few times before diving his tongue in your core.

One of his hands wraps around your thigh to keep you balanced while the other toys with your clit.

Your body jerks at his touches. You rest the side of your face against the cushion seat, his name spilling from your parted lips.

“You’re right,” Seonghwa mumbles against your slickened folds. “I love hearing my name coming from your mouth.”

As if wishing to hear it again, he slides two fingers inside you.

“Fuck, Hwa,” you whimper at the way his digits stretch you out. Your hands clutch onto the seat as he pumps his fingers quickly.

You’re withering against his motorbike as he plays with your cunt. Your climax is building, but you don’t want to come around his fingers.

“Need your cock, Hwa,” you cry.

Seonghwa slows his movements.

“Need?” he chuckles. “My fingers aren’t enough for you, princess?”

You shake your head, trying to focus on his words rather than the slow glide of his fingers still inside you.

“Need my cock to stretch you out more?”

“Wanna be full of you. Please,” you whine.

Seonghwa scoffs and pulls his fingers away. He stands and presses himself against you. The feel of his heavy cock against your ass has you squeezing your legs.

He leans down so his face is closer to yours. The silver chains around his neck dangle downward, causing you to shiver at the feel of the cool metal. You angle your face slightly to see his eyes.

“Such a greedy little whore,” he chides.

His words should offend you, though all it does is turn you on more.

There’s a sassy comeback somewhere within you, but it doesn’t come to you quickly enough.

Seonghwa pulls away slightly and then slides into your drenched hole.

A gasp falls from your lips.

Seonghwa stills for a few seconds before moving in and out at a pace that’s not too slow, yet not too fast.

“You feel so good, baby,” he groans, thrusting roughly once before going back to his normal speed.

The sudden action has you cursing while you hold onto the bike as you’re lurched forward.

“Like that, Hwa,” you instruct.

Seonghwa smirks, running a hand down your spine before reeling it back and connecting it with your ass.

“You like being stuffed and taking it rough, hm? What else do you like?” he wonders. He pulls out until just the tip remains.

“When you do as you’re told without smart remarks like those,” you groan, sticking your ass out to push him back in. You’re buzzing with need and just need Seonghwa to give you what you want.

Seonghwa’s silent for a moment.

You begin to turn around, but he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. A hand snakes around to your throat while the other holds you tight around your tummy.

You moan when his cock slides all the way in due to his actions.

“Just for that,” he hisses in your ear, tightening his hold on your throat. “You don’t get to come.”

You don’t have a chance to argue with him before he starts snapping his hips.

Loud mewls, squelching, and skin slapping skin fill the empty area.

Your arms are trapped under his, though you’re still able to raise your hands to grab his forearm around your body. His grip around your throat loosens, but he keeps his hand there.

Seonghwa’s using your body like you’re nothing but his toy, slamming his cock deep into your walls and hitting that spot that makes you weak in the knees. His grunts behind you are low and guttural, making you even wetter.

His thrusts become sloppier as time goes on, and you know he’s not far from coming.

Seonghwa can also tell you’re close to your own release by the way you’re clenching around him. Usually, he’d go back on his words and let you dive into your pleasure, but he’s not feeling too nice tonight. Not when he knows he’s just a warm body for you to use to escape your wealthy world. Not when he knows he’s replaceable.

Not when his feelings are on the line.

So, instead of being a gentleman, he slams into you roughly—forcing you to bend over the bike as his cum shoots deep in your cunt.

Instead, he pulls out and starts to get dressed despite your pleas and whines.

Seonghwa watches you with heavy breaths. There’s a moral debate roaring inside him. Part of him wants to fall to his knees and devour you until you come on his tongue. The other part wants to leave you like that. Desperate and needing him to help you.

Desperate.

Needing him.

“You can’t be serious,” you whine, eyes wide in disbelief and fear that he might actually leave you like this.

He picks up his jacket, shaking off debris before shrugging it on.

“Get dressed or make yourself come,” he orders.

Your mouth drops open.

Never in your time knowing Seonghwa has he been this cruel. You know he’s not the most upright citizen, but this?

This is too much.

And you hate him for it.

Too close to your orgasm, you roll your eyes and start to prop a leg up when Seonghwa touches your back.

You eye him with the hope that he’s changed his mind; however, he simply pulls your back against his chest and hooks an arm under your knee. His other grips your hip—not even close to where you need him.

“Can’t send you back with bruises when you inevitably lose your balance,” he explains. “Go on, princess. Show me just how badly you wanted to come on my cock.”

You groan, wanting to pull away but knowing trying to balance yourself on his stupid bike would be a bad idea.

You reach back to grab his arm to steady yourself before you bring your other hand to circle your clit.

Your head lolls back against Seonghwa as you touch your aching pussy. Your fingers glide between your folds, silently cursing the man behind you when you feel his cum coat your digits.

His cum makes it easy for you to slip your fingers in your heat, and you close your eyes as you imagine it’s his fingers instead. The feeling isn’t nearly as satisfying as his fingers or cock, but you make it work.

Your body squirms as you finally orgasm, slumping against Seonghwa while you catch your breath.

Seonghwa smiles. “Feel good?”

“Fuck you,” you curse weakly.

“At least I gave you the opportunity to get yourself off here. I could’ve made you wait until you got home,” he says.

He doesn’t make an effort to move you—letting you regain your energy. At least, he’s not a complete asshole.

“Whatever,” you grumble.

You stay leaning against Seonghwa for a minute before moving away and getting dressed.

Seonghwa finishes getting dressed and is leaning against his bike when you’re done.

“Do you hate me or something?” you ask as you stand before him.

He tilts his head in confusion. “No?”

“Then why did you do that?” you scoff.

Seonghwa chuckles. “Because you should learn that your naughty mouth has consequences.”

He pushes away the underlying emotions that caused him to act like that. That’s something he can ponder over with a drink.

“You could’ve like,” you pause in thought, “given me the silent treatment instead.”

He smiles at you, finding your idea of punishment cute.

“The point of a punishment is for you to learn your lesson,” he explains.

Even though he’s right, you still pout.

“Come on, princess. We gotta get you home before—”

“Your bike turns into a pumpkin?”

“What?”

“What?”

Seonghwa shakes his head, a small grin on his lips, and then offers you a helmet.

“You hungry?” he asks while you swing a leg over.

“A little,” you answer.

“Okay. I’ll stop by that one place before dropping you off,” he says.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

Nearly an hour later, you’re sneaking into your room, a takeout bag in hand.

You’re thankful your family members are deep sleepers. You’re not in the mood to confess all your sins to them at two in the morning.

As you’re munching on the food Seonghwa bought you, your mind wanders to the future.

At some point, you know something is going to have to change—whether that be by force or by choice.

Your family will never approve of Seonghwa. Sure, they may end up tolerating him, but that will take years, and even then, they’ll never truly accept him. Hell, they may even pay him to go away. That brings another thought to mind.

How much would it take for Seonghwa to leave you? Would it take much? Would it even be monetary?

You would hope he’d stick with you regardless of what they’d offer him, but you’re not sure. 

Even with the looming possibility of your family discovering your secret rendezvous, there’s another issue at hand. One that’s more internal than the former.

One that involves your heart.

There’s only so much you can do and tell yourself that holds Seonghwa at arm's length. His world is so different from yours. Even if you could be with him, could you really handle it? You’ve never had to worry about money, a job, or chores. Being part of both worlds would be ideal, but you’re sure your family would disown you if you dated Seonghwa. Could you leave it all behind for something that may not last?

Both scenarios result in bad outcomes.

Although one of them is bound to happen, you don’t know which will come first.

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Love or Hate (1) | Jongho

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Word Count: ~3.2k

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Pining, Angst? Reader gets cranky, Jealousy

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, almost a slight moment with Wooyoung

Summary: You have developed a strong crush on your best friend over the two years you have known him. One day, all your emotions just boil over.

Part 1; part 2 will be smut u3u

Part 2: Sweet or Spicy

Part 3: Sweet? or Spicy?

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You had been friends with Jongho for a few years. You met both of your Freshman year and now the end of Junior year was approaching. It was at some kind of Freshman event that all the clubs and school organizations were at to try and recruit new members. Walking around the rec center gym where a bunch of booths were set up, you were looking at some brochures on an unmanned table when you quite literally ran into him. When you turned to walk elsewhere, you smacked into someone's chest and you yelped, pulling back quickly, your hand over your mouth. Since you were pretty short, even though he wasn’t super tall for a guy, he was bigger than you. Also, not just from literally faceplanting into him, you could tell he was strong. His pants were extremely tight and so was the long-sleeve button up he had on.

"Woah!" He steadied you by placing his hands on your shoulders and even his hands felt ridiculously strong.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologized again, not normally very clumsy. At first you wondered why he had been so close to you, but the place was quickly growing packed and there wasn’t too much room to move around. The event was supposed to be outside with more room, but it was pouring so they had to set up inside. Due to the amount of people, if you backed up too far you would be sitting on the table, so you were forced to stay close to him. What drew your attention most was that he was in a dress shirt and pants with a vest. It was like…hot as balls out even with the rain. Why was he so covered up?

Someone excused themselves behind him and he was forced even closer to move out of the way, and his hand had still not moved from your shoulder.

"A-are you wanting to look at this?" You pointed behind you, shuffling to the side so he could look at the brochures. There was a map of campus laid out on the table as well, both things explaining all of the different places and things you could do. He smiled and moved up to where you had been and so you grabbed a pamphlet and went to move on, but he called out to you.

"Do you work in the weight room?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"I saw you there yesterday. Is there a time where it’s less busy?" He had picked up a flyer and walked over to you and once again someone brushed by him, and you found him even closer to you again.

"Um, the early morning. We open at like six, there aren’t too many people then." Most people did not like hearing that. You went to bed and woke up early so you didn’t mind working then. It actually paid more than in the evening because most people don’t want to work that early.

"Great, thanks…"

"(Y/N)." you told him, holding out your hand for him to shake and he returned it.

"Jongho."

After that he would come by the weight room when you were working and since it was slow that was also when you worked out. You weren’t great with cardio since you had asthma as a kid and so you just lifted. It made you laugh when he came in because he always wore long pants and long sleeves, whereas you would be in a sports bra and capris leggings. Eventually you began hanging out outside of the weight room and you joined his group of friends. They were…a lot. Most of the time, Jongho and you would sit off to the side and watch as Seonghwa tried to calm the chaos. One night you were hit really hard by the fact that you had gotten a crush on the youngest of the group. It was Sophomore year, and you were all hanging out in a small grassy courtyard behind the Liberal Arts building. It was nearing the end of the school year, and it was early spring, only a sweatshirt was needed even as the moon rose. Some of the boys were running around like children while you sat on a picnic blanket with Jongho, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You were putting together some small Lego sets with the eldest when you heard a shrill cry of your name.

"(Y/N) help me!" Wooyoung screamed and you sighed but didn’t turn to look at him.

"Whatever it is, you deserve it!" You called back and he screamed again. Finally, you turned to see what was happening and he was being held captive by San as Mingi and Yunho bit his arm. Not having any idea how it had come to this you deadpanned at the scene and sighed. Getting up, you shot Hongjoong a look and he looked up from where he was writing notes of a new song, his guitar on his lap.

"Aren’t you dad? Seonghwa's mom? When did I turn into mom?"

"When Jongho became dad." Hongjoong told you and glared at him. He wasn’t wrong. Jongho was the scariest and if Wooyoung or San were being annoying he would just pick them up or squeeze their hand real hard. He could even throw a Mingi over his shoulder if need be.

"Why am I mom?" You looked quickly at Jongho who was leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, earbuds in. Seonghwa snorted and you glared at him then.

"Please." He scoffed and you flinched.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You questioned and the eldest shot Hongjoong a look himself and they had a silent conversation.

"Whatever-"

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Wooyoung screamed again and you knew you would have to do something before you all got in trouble. Groaning, you jogged over to them, prying San's arms off of Wooyoung while flicking Yunho and Mingi hard on the forehead. They yelped dramatically and fell back, holding their heads. San lunged to grab Wooyoung again and the younger one hid behind you, using you as a shield.

"Uh, guys-" Yeosang, who was standing nearby trying to watch, but not get involved, called out.

"Jung Wooyoung!" you scolded as he squatted behind you, holding your legs, pressing his cheek to your butt. His hand was wrapped around your thigh and your face felt warm having him hold you like that.

"Wooyoung-" Yeosang was ignored again and suddenly the other three looked at something behind you in fear.

"What?" You tried to turn and look too but there was a person attached to you.

"Oh my gosh, let go!" When you reached to pry his arms off of you, he just held on tighter, his other hand landing on your inner thigh.

"Ah!" he screamed out of nowhere and he was off of you. You stumbled at the force of what yanked him off and teetered before getting your balance.

"What the-" You finally turned and saw Jongho had pinned Wooyoung down on the ground and was holding his arms behind his back. He wasn’t doing it hard enough to hurt him, but he was restricting him from moving.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He yiped and seeing the display of strength, and the fact that he was doing it to rescue you, made your heart thud against your rib cage. That must have been what Yeosang was trying to warn of and why the other three got startled. The fabric of Jongho's sweatshirt spread tightly over his back as he wrangled the older boy, his jeans hugging his butt and thighs perfectly, and it hit you. Throwing your hand over your mouth, everything that everyone had been seeing but you suddenly sprung to mind. Whenever you needed help with anything, Jongho was there. If you ever were upset or even excited, you went to Jongho first. He bought you your favorite snacks when you met up and you always sat next to him. When you were sick, he would go to your dorm room and take care of you. If it was cold, you would let him huddle up to you for warmth. Also, you were made aware of the way you would ogle him all the time. Not only was he handsome and had the voice of an angel, he was thick in the best kind of way and everything he wore was always tight. Even though he barely even showed his forearms, to you he was extremely attractive in every way.

"I think she figured it out." Seonghwa chuckled quietly to Hongjoong.

"About time."

For almost a whole year you had been crushing on Jongho, but you hadn’t the courage to do anything about it. You were scared that if he didn’t like you back in that way, it would ruin your friendship. So, you just held it inside and your crush grew and grew. Afraid to admit it, even in your own thoughts, you were falling in love with him even though you weren’t even dating. There had definitely been times when he would flirt with you, and you would give it back. But who knew if it meant anything past just being playful. One night when you were all at your apartment, eating, drinking, and playing video games, you had a bit too much to drink. You tended to get emotional and cry easily when you were drunk, and you could feel tears pricking your eyes with no prompting. Not wanting the boys to see you like that and make fun of you, you shuffled back into your room, mumbling about going to the bathroom. Instead, you just sat on your bed, sniffling.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Wooyoung knocked on the door, peaking in and pushing it the rest of the way open.

"M'fine." you mumbled, and he fully entered, kneeling in front of you.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?" His hands cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Dunno."

"You don’t know?"

"Mhmh." He cooed at your cute tipsy state and his hand moved from your cheek to your jaw. He couldn’t help himself anymore, you were way too cute. He leaned forward, his nose bumping yours and you sobered up quick. You quickly held your hand up, placing it between you two and he blinked in surprise.

"S-sorry, Wooyoung, you, uh-"

"I'm not Jongho?" The older boy sighed, and you gaped.

"I might be a dumbass, but I'm not an idiot, (Y/N)."

"M'sorry." you muttered, and he shook his head with a small smile.

"Not surprised. Though, I think you should tell him. I don’t like you coming in here to cry about it." He stood up and held his hand out to help you get up from where you were sitting on your bed. Giving him a shy smile, you let him help you up and you both went back out to the crazies.

"Where'd Jongho go?" you asked, and Yunho waved toward the door to the balcony. The door was propped open with a wedge, and you went to join him out there. Better than later, especially with some liquid courage in your system. For some reason though, when you reached for the handle, you halted. Fear gripped you and with a sigh, you took a step back and went back to sit on the couch. Wooyoung shot you a look from where he sat on the floor, and you shook your head. When Mingi asked if you wanted another drink you denied and sat watching them play games. Maybe another time…

Looking at the time on your phone, you huffed from where you stood. You were waiting outside of Jongho's classroom, ready to be done for the day. He was going back to your apartment with you because you needed help putting together your new desk. While you could manage physically, you were really bad at reading directions, and he offered to help after you started to complain about it. There were still some kids leaving the classroom since they had to gather the materials they needed for some presentation project. When what seemed like the last kid had left, he still hadn’t come out. The teacher had even left already, so you got up from the bench and went far enough into the room that you could look around the corner at the end of the entryway. He was still in there, two girls sitting at the table with him. Must have been in his group. For some reason, seeing them there so close to him made you really mad. Maybe it was because they were making you wait longer for him, but it was more how close they were sitting to him. It was not necessary, and they laughed at something he said a little too hard. He was funny, sure, but that was too much to make sense. When the brunette to his left rested her hand on his arm you saw red. Looking at the drink you had gotten him, you sneered and stormed into the room, clenching the cup tight. You had waited ten minutes between standing in line and getting the beverage for him, then you had to wait while he was flirting around! They didn’t notice you until you sidled up to the table and slammed the drink in front of him, the ice rattling in the liquid.

"I'm going home." you snapped and turned aggressively, storming back out. You knew you were getting a little too mad. He was your best friend, sure, but you two weren’t even going out, but you just got so upset. Why didn’t you have the courage to flirt with him like that? Why didn’t you have the courage to confess to him?

"(Y/N)!" he shouted behind you as you stomped down the hall toward the entrance. You heard one of the girls call something out as well, but you couldn’t hear it as you shoved hard against the push handle of the door, throwing it open. The cool late spring air smelled like rain, the wet pavement evidence there was a short downfall while you were waiting for him.

"(Y/N)!" he called you again, much closer now. Damn your tiny legs.

"Wait!" Jongho was right behind you, and you just kept going.

"Hey!" He sounded mad, his hand grabbing your wrist so he could haul you to turn around and face him. He was taken aback by your red cheeks and eyes and the fire in your gaze. His grip wasn’t tight but even being stronger than the average college girl, there was no point in even trying to fight him. His face hardened and he pulled you closer to him, his nose almost touching yours.

"Why are you so mad?" he snapped, and tears flowed down your cheeks like when a pot boiled over. The burner heating your anger shut off and you just started to sob.

"H-hey." His anger dissipated immediately as well, and he used his hold on your wrist to pull you into him, hugging you. You balled your fists up against chest, trying to push him off to no avail. You weren’t fighting that hard anyway.

"Let go." You cried pitifully and he knew you didn’t mean it.

"What's wrong?" He pulled back just enough so he could look at your blotchy face. Avoiding looking at his face, one of his hands came softly to your chin so he could move your head, making you look at him.

"I hate you." You mumbled and he almost didn’t catch it, but your tone was insincere.

"Uh-huh." He scoffed. You said that a lot when you were pouty. You hated things quite easily when you didn’t mean it.

"I hate your stupid handsome face. I hate your stupid pretty voice. I hate your stupid deliciously tight pants. I hate your stupid gorgeous hands-" You were rambling, and he stared at you in shock. Sure, you were saying you hated him in multiple aspects, but they were more or less compliments. They ultimately were also confessions, each one.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), hey, slow down." You had told him you hated how sweet he was to you, how sexy his strength was, that he smelled good. In his head he turned each 'hate'  to 'love', and he translated your rant. I love that you are so hot when you’re scary. I love that you're so effortlessly powerful. I love that you look good in literally anything. I love that you know me so well. I love, hate, love, hate…When you kept going, he chuckled, releasing you from his hold, but moving both hands to cup your jaw. He cut your rant off with his lips on yours, swallowing your next words. You squeaked in shock as the kiss turned from a sweet 'shut up' into something extremely heated. You sighed out a moan, your eyes slipping closed, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. One of Jongho's hands moved to the back of your head, tilting it, and pulling you closer. The other found your waist and you pressed closer to him, his hard body unrelenting against your much softer one. Your head swam and it's like his breath was fanning the flame building in your belly. When he finally, reluctantly, pulled away, you were both breathing hard.

"You still need help building that desk?" Both his hands were on your waist, his thumbs rubbed your stomach over your sweatshirt. Yeah, then you can bend me over it…

"Y-yeah." The reality of the situation hit you, and he pulled back, linking his hand with yours.

"Come on." As you two walked off campus and toward your place, you let him lead you, lost in your head. Your fingers were constantly brushing over your lips, not sure if you were more shocked by the kiss or the things you said leading up to it.

"So, I'm stupidly handsome?" He started and you groaned.

"Oh, god."

"My voice is pretty?"

"J-Jongho-"

"My pants are deliciously tight?"

"Please stop-"

"Gorgeous hands?"

"…"

"I'm sweet? Sexy? Smell good?"

"Uh…"

"Hot when I'm scary? Powerful? Look good in literally anything? What was that last one?"

"…that you know me so well…" He stopped right in front of your building, and turned to look at you, your hand still in his.

"Obviously not as well as I should."

"What?"

"If I knew you so well, I should have realized you liked me back."

"Well, I tried- wait, like you back?"

"Yes, silly girl." He smirked and held up your linked hands in front of your face.

"I love that you so readily hold my hand. I love how cute you are, especially when you're mad. I love hearing you laugh. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love how you can split an apple in half like how I taught you. I love that you always spoil me by cooking for me. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. I love that you use the perfume that matches my cologne. I love how passionate you get about things you like. I love how you can problem solve anything. I love that you are so small but so strong. I love that you're always by my side." He listed off and you were crying again. You sniffed happily and he pulled you into another hug, you dug your fingers into the leather of his jacket.

"I hate you." You mumbled into his chest, and he laughed.

"I love you too."

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Yandere!Ateez: How You Meet (Pairs)

Warnings: pussy eating, *cough* eiffel tower *cough*, unprotected sex, creampie, yandere themes: obsession, implied stalking and legit stalking for now, dubious consent. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then kindly skip. 

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: Soooo February is coming up and even though I have not written in so long (college and other stuff) I wanna get back into it. Plus I am lacking in yandere content (my guilty pleasure) so I decided fuck it I’ll do it myself lol. Plus y’all can’t tell me you don’t find yandere!ateez fun. BUT, I have to layout the groundwork first from the beginning before diving on into their profiles. I did not mean for San and Wooyoung’s to end up as a straight up smut. I haven’t written smut since like 2017 so that was a shock lmao. No beta read we die like men 👀

♡ THIS IS NOT A REAL REFLECTION OF THEM IN LIFE ♡

♡ Hongjoong - Seonghwa ♡

Order, Dilligence

Every few months, you like to dress in your best evening gown and treat yourself to the city's best operas. Normally these places are out of your price range, but your college had managed a deal with the opera house with its prestigious drama department. However, you don’t go unless you feel you’ve earned it by successfully passing a critique, surviving midterms or finals, and other things of the sorts. Just last week you finished by not only surviving your finals week, but passing with flying colors that included your critiques for pieces that made you feel passion you hadn’t felt in a long time. Why not let that passion grow by watching a show stopping performance practiced and perfected by performers out of your league in expertise? It’s a chance to finally relax and enjoy the arts surrounding you. 

You know it’s common for the wealthy to appear at the opera house on a regular basis, which gave you a lovely excuse to buy an elegant gown, but you knew to stay out of the way for the most part. The last thing you wanted was to get on the wrong side of some celebrity or accidentally offend someone’s future CEO. On the other hand, this was a great opportunity to grow your network and make connections that would help you out in the near future and you will one day–you just haven’t worked up the courage to do so. That didn’t stop you from random conversations during intermissions and finalies on occasion, which brings you to your current situation. It’s unfortunate you know the celebrity that you caught the attention of would only cause trouble rather than provide any future positive aspects into your life. Little did you know during this interaction two stark personalities were watching you closely from the private balconies.

“I appreciate the kind words Jinyoung, but I believe there are far better prospects in this room than just me.”

“Nonsense. Nothing could be better than your divine presence. I should be thanking you for letting me be this close,” he smirks as he leans in closer, arm snaking behind your back. You can feel the stares this is garnering and the malice of envious women are even louder. You start to shuffle away in an effort to get away from his grasp, but his grip only tightens at the movement making you fall stiff in the denial of your efforts. “Trying to get away doll?”

You really want to roll your eyes at that. “I just think it’d be more appropriate for the setting if we were not so close to each other. I do not want to ruin your reputation.” You could care less. What you do care about, is the amount of attention you’re earning yourself instead of staying the invisible nobody you believed you were. It’s nice to pretend once in a while and act like you are desired by such high profile people, though you actively avoid trouble as you’d not like to be on the receiving end of hate campaigns online or in person. “I appreciate the consideration, but I can’t let such a person leave me now,” he purrs. In that moment, you spot a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before making you freeze in place before you could comprehend what was happening. It seemed like everything stopped around you, including your own body against your will. As panic begins to settle in, two figures approach behind you and one of them places a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt in place. 

If you weren’t in such a public setting, you’d be freaking out at Jinyoung, wondering what the hell just happened to you. You’re cursing him in your head as the fear that rose starts to turn into anger when a voice from behind you brings you back to the situation at hand. “Who’s this lovely lady Jinyoung?” a deep voice says. You shift your body to face the mysterious speaker only to come face to face with the city’s most prestigious CEOs and high society couple–Park Seonghwa and Kim Hongjoong. 

Your eyes widen as you acknowledge their presence and politely bow to them. “A lady with manners is always a plus in my book,” Seonghwa states as he gives you a quick once over then turning his attention to the now silently glaring Jinyoung. “I’m sure you won’t mind us stealing her from you now would you Jinyoung?” Hongjoong questions, but anyone watching could tell it was rhetorical. You don’t know why you willingly looped your arm around Seonghwa’s arm as you made eye contact. You don’t know why everyone seemed to be looking away as they moved out of your way when the three of you walked towards the exit. You don’t know why you willingly got into their limo, squeezed between the both of them even when there was ample space to spread out. Your mind felt empty. Nothing was being comprehended besides bits and pieces of conversation between the two of them and sometimes aimed at you. 

“Just let us lead you doll, we’ll take care of you,” Hongjoong cooed as he hooks his arm around your lower back. “You were right on coming tonight Seonghwa. It seems like others have become just as intoxicated with her as us.”

“When am I ever wrong dear?” He smirks. “But this little stunt will bring some unwanted press unfortunately…we should also do something about Jinyoung touching what’s ours,” he scowls.

“Nothing we haven’t taken care of before. You know the drill by now,” Hongjoong’s eyes gaining that similar glint before he steels his face as they approach their limo waiting for them.

“Ah~ our love is finally with us darling,” Seonghwa purred as he tucked his face in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath. “Even with all the years of life we had, she’s the most intoxicating I’ve ever been connected to…besides you love.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Hongjoong laughs as he mirrors Seonghwa, dragging his unusually sharp teeth along your neck. Had you been in a better conscious state, you would’ve pulled away from the both of them. None of this was making sense. You felt trapped in your own body, thrown into the lion’s den in their presence as the driver began the journey to god knows where. 

“W-where…” you attempt to speak, but it’s taking much more energy than you can expel at the moment. An intense wave of exhaustion washing over you just from that one word.

“Oh. Our love really is meant for us. No one is able to even utter a word when compelled by you Seonghwa~” Hongjoong teases before leaving a light peck in the crook of your neck and sitting up. “But this better not be a sneak peak of future disobedience,” he sighs. “So troublesome.”

Seonghwa laughs a little as he also sits up and rests his hand on your thigh. “She’ll be the perfect little pet in no time even if she did Joongie. She is our soulmate after all. She’s the missing piece to us.” He pauses to turn your  head towards him, a smile gracing his face as his eyes begin to glow an ominous red. “You can rest (y/n), we’re finally taking you home where you belong with us.” 

And with that final command, you lean into him and fall into a deep slumber.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Yeosang - Jongho ♡

Service, Attentive

Had you known you would be catering your kingdom’s royal anniversary party you’d think someone was playing a prank on you. In fact, you still think it’s all a dream as you and your team bring in the large order of pastries into the kitchen to be inspected and set up in the ballroom for the kingdom’s kings to celebrate their anniversary of taking the throne a millennia ago. You weren’t alive when they first began their rule, only being a young enough witch, your kind isn’t really known for their longevity in age unlike other supernatural beings in the world. It really all depends on the class and path your magic chooses. You had known since young that you weren’t cut out for the more offensive or combat driven magic. Enjoying helping others, you learned that you could pair spells into objects including food to be digested for the masses. After years of training and perfecting your technique, you finally opened your own modest bakery that sold pastries based on health, luck, and fortune. Each category had varying effects, but your strongest spells were the ones in health, including longevity and especially disease ridding spells. It had become the talk of your small seaside town that had spread through the kingdom within a few years that led you here, in the kingdom’s grand palace today. 

It was last month when a messenger had come to her bakery with a royal summons in hand. At first you thought they had the wrong witch in mind, you were only a small bakery owner with a bit of witchiness to add onto it. Very modest. But the messenger insisted the letter was for you and you were to cater for the upcoming anniversary with a variety of your pastries for the established guests that would be attending along with the majesties. Ever since then, you had been working nonstop with organizing the spells for the increased number of people you’d be serving along with your regular customers throughout the normal work day. To say you were tired was an understatement, but you can’t say it wasn’t worth it as you passed through the threshold of the palace. You never imagined you’d be able to step foot into the palace let alone potentially meet the majesties. You’ve heard many rumors about them ranging from their ethereal beauty to their dominating presence. Growing up in a town on the outskirts of the kingdom doesn’t grant you many opportunities if at all seeing them in the flesh. Even in their routine visits around the kingdom, it’s been recorded that they’ve only approached your town a handful of times. Times you weren’t even born yet. 

Setting up was easy with the palace servants aiding their help to move things along faster than it would’ve taken if it had been just you and your team of your five apprentices. As you worked, you heard a range of excited whispers about the presence of the kings nearby. Apparently the servants have seen less and less of them over the years for some unknown reason. Many guessed it could be as small as needing a break, but some had believed one of them had fallen ill. You hope it wasn’t the last reason, knowing if that were true they’d have eager invaders in a heartbeat and your town would be one of the firsts to go. The health of the kings is the strength of the kingdom. By the time you dismissed your team to change for the party, the sun had started to set and guests were beginning to arrive at the gates. You knew it wouldn’t be until another thirty minutes when they’d be allowed to enter the ballroom, so you went ahead to change yourself and look for the garden you had spotted when walking through one of the long corridors. 

With a few slips up on the path, you manage to find yourself in the middle of the royal garden. You wander around until you see a fountain up ahead surrounded by the tall shrubbery that lines the path beautifully. The sun dips lower, painting the sky in pink and purple hues signaling the moon’s takeover soon. Every passing minute you can feel your own magic radiate underneath your fingertips. Now that you think about it, you don’t usually feel your magic this strongly even when there’s a full moon at its highest peak. You were far from being the strongest witch, but it didn’t mean you were weak either. As you approach the fountain you gaze into its tranquil ripples as you try to pinpoint why almost your entire body starts to vibrate until you hear a sharp sound to your right, alerting you of another presence. The man you come face to face almost takes your breath away as he stares directly at you, questioning. You opened your mouth to greet him, but before you could say a word, you felt an overwhelming pressure suddenly drop onto your shoulders as he continued to stare. He seems to notice your discomfort and approaches you to lift a hand to your arm. “Are you alright?” His voice was much deeper than you expected from the way he looked, but it was a pleasant surprise. 

His touch also not only lifted the pressure you felt, but reigned in you magic tenfold. “I am okay now, thank you,” you smile and take a deep breath, noticing he hadn’t let go yet. “Did you come to see the sunset in this garden?” Being silent would only make things awkward with a stranger, and you’ll be damned to embarrass yourself even once in front of him. You can already feel your skin heat up from his lingering touch. 

“Yes I did. I believed I needed a time of peace before I made my appearance in the ballroom.” He smiles. You look away from him and at his hand to avoid any more unnecessary eye contact. Just his presence makes you nervous, and you’ve never been one to flirt. Following your gaze, he pulls his hand away seemingly embarrassed to have forgotten he was holding you. “I apologize for touching you without permission. While I wanted to soothe your magic, in turn it began to soothe my own being.” He pauses before stepping away from you toward the palace. “I hope to see you at the party later,” he says before making a swift exit, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The encounter felt important, and yet you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. In addition, just his touch was able to reign in your magic, which was already alarming, but your magic seemed to soothe him too if what he said was true. Shaking your head, you decide to compartmentalize that for later deconstruction. As of now, you had a party to attend. 

You and your team of apprentices stuck to your display of pastries as the guests mingled and danced with one another. Occasionally, you’d try to push your apprentices to make connections and you could stay and answer any questions the guests had for each pastry available, but they insisted on staying by your side. It wasn’t until a bit halfway through the majesties finally made their appearance, the air changing with the pressure they brought and the guests all stilled and to bow their way. Before you could bow, you stood shocked as you realized the man you spoke to in the garden was none other than one the kings and you barely showed your respect. You moved quickly to bow before the situation fully settled in. As you rose along with the other guests you could feel his stare on you, but you refused to raise your head in their direction as they were announced to the guests. The one you met was none other than King Yeosang and next to him was King Jongho who looked more beautiful than the rumors could supply.

You may have not realized it now, or even as the party progressed and made their rounds, but Yeosang couldn’t get his mind off of you. No one outside of Jongho could settle his turbulent soul and calm his rampant energy that has only grown more restless as the years went on. They’re in a time of peace, while that is good for the wellbeing of their people, it’s not in their nature to remain so kind, so his soul has been more than disobedient ever since. When he left the garden, he made a beeline to Jongho to tell him of this experience. He had to share the news of a particular witch he encountered that was able to achieve such a feat, but knowing how protective Jongho is, he wasn’t surprised by his apprehensive curiosity. They planned to keep you here close to them to explore this new revelation and see if you really are their missing piece. 

Their queen.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Mingi - Yunho ♡

Protection, Adoration

It had been years since you returned to your hometown you think as you open your childhood bedroom door. Ever since you graduated high school, you were college bound in the big city and haven't looked back since. It wasn’t until almost five years later with constant pestering from your family and old friends you decided to finally visit. Placing your bags down next to your closet door, you move over to your window sill to gaze at the old yet familiar view of the right behind your house. You recall your friends growing up had always been afraid to sleep over your house and would only come during the day time. By the time the sun would threaten to set, they’d be long gone so you would usually be the one to travel to them after the fifth disappearance happened while in your middle school years. 

Your friends always wondered how you weren’t afraid of the forest right outside your window, but you shrugged off their concerns and told them you didn’t believe the rumors, knowing damn well the people that would go missing were very real. Denial can be a powerful thing if you put your mind to it. Though you know the real reason why you never felt afraid was far from the more rational side of reality. A pull to the forest had always been felt by you, even as you gaze at it now, a deep longing is felt. When you moved away, that longing only increased tenfold as you went to pursue your dreams, to the point after these five years, you couldn’t take it anymore. You know you shouldn’t walk into that dark forest, the light being unable to pierce through its density even in the bright hours of day, and yet you find yourself getting up to leave the house in a daze. It’s like an out of body experience before you realize you’re at the edge of the forest not long after. In shock, you take a deep breath and look at your surroundings to see if anyone could see you standing at the forest edge. I shouldn’t do this–but you must. Even your thoughts are contradicting themselves as you take the first step to cross the threshold. The crunch of the fall leaves sounds louder in the stark silence, making you hesitate on taking your next step. Last chance to back out. Closing your eyes, you take another step, releasing the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You open your eyes to take in the reality of things and turn around only to not see the houses that were once there. Only darkness surrounds you now–panic begins to settle in at your current situation.

“How…” you say to no one but yourself, unable to believe what just happened. Steeling your nerves as best as you can, you turn forward to continue moving, hoping you’d find something that could help lead you back out of this unknown maze this is turning out to be. You don’t know how long you had been wandering, the concept of time lost on you when the sun and moon isn’t there to lend a hand, all you do know is that you’re being watched. That telltale feeling as if something or someone is staring at you hasn’t left ever since you began your path further into the forest. No matter how many times you checked around yourself, you couldn’t find anything except more trees and plants. You haven’t even seen a single animal in this forest adding onto its eerie nature.

Far up ahead, you think you can see the forest lighting up as if there was a light at the end of this endless tunnel. This could be the edge of the forest you were looking for to get back to your home! With that thought, you pick up your pace, not wanting to fully run to conserve energy, but the desire to get out of this forest is overpowering the longing you originally felt that brought you here in the first place. Approaching this edge, you stop in your tracks at the sight you’re met with. A beautiful flower field stretches beyond you as the sun bathes it with its rays. Wandering further in, you’re amazed that something so beautiful was hidden in this dark forest–it almost feels like an entirely different plane of existence. Where the forest filled you with fear of the unexpected and a cold feeling, this field wrapped you in its warmth and happiness as you sat in a patch of grass, careful to not crush any of the neighboring flowers. Looking back up at the sky you see that the sun hasn’t reached its highest point, which means it was still morning. At most maybe two hours had passed since you entered the forest, yet it feels much longer than that. Sighing, you lay back onto the soft grass, lost in your own thoughts of how you got yourself in this situation. Why have other people get you into bad situations when you can do it perfectly fine by yourself, you laugh to yourself at that.

You don’t know when you dozed off, the comforting warmth of the morning sun and the peaceful atmosphere the flower field created leaving you in a tranquil daze, but by the time you woke up the sun was a bit past its highest peak in the day. Blinking away your sleepiness, you don’t register the furry warmth on either side of you, nor the curious yet excited eyes that watch your every move. Lifting yourself to sit up, you yawn and stretch out, arms rising and falling to the side only to land on furry warm bodies instead of the cool grass below you, making you jolt in place. An embarrassingly high squeal comes out as one of the large wolves to your right, with a warm auburn color sits up and brings its face closer to yours. You move to pull back away from you, until you realize the wolf with black fur moved behind you to keep you from moving away, all with an excited tail wagging at an alarming speed. Why are they so excited? If I were their prey I feel like I should feel way more alarmed than just the confusion and shock I have as of now. The auburn wolf moves to clumsily lay in your lap as you’re lost in your thoughts, ignoring the fact its way larger than what your lap could hold. Its whines bring you out of your thoughts to focus solely on them. “H-hello?” You don’t know why you’re talking to it, but from the way it’s looking at you, you can’t help yourself from trying.

The wolf from behind you scoffs and shifts to move in front of you as well. He eyes the auburn wolf and tries to push them off of your lap with their nose, causing adorable whines from them as they reluctantly get up to sit in front of you instead. The black wolf then barks at you before raising its paw to you. With how incredulous this situation is, you’re not surprised at yourself when you lift your hand to grasp their paw in your hand. When you woke up in your cottage today, you didn’t think you’d be shaking hands…or paws with a wolf, but I guess you can check that off your imaginary list. The auburn wolf, annoyed with the lack of attention, rolls onto its back to attract your attention and maybe even a few belly rubs if it's being honest. You let go of the black wolf’s paw and let out a giggle at the display the other is showing. After a quick inspection, you come to realize the wolf was male and reach over to give a few tentative pets on his belly. His tail wags in approval as your petting becomes more confident. The black wolf begins to mimic its friend, wanting the same amount of affection and you happily oblige the both of them. While this interaction was bizarre, it was a welcome distraction from your daily work/life schedule. 

People usually say to avoid the forest surrounding your hometown, but finding this flower field in addition to adorably cute wolves was making you think otherwise. If you hadn’t wandered in, you would’ve never had this experience. It wasn’t long until the sun started to set, alerting you to the time that has passed since you awoke from your unexpected nap. Getting up, the wolves perk up from their resting positions from your sudden movement. You sigh as you stretch out from sitting for an extended period of time and turn to face the both of them. “It was nice spending time with you both, but I have to get home now,” you smile as you turn to leave towards the direction you came. However, you only make it to the edge of the clearing before the large black wolf runs in front of you, interrupting your path. Stunned at first, you move to go around the wolf and wave, but he only follows to block you again. The auburn wolf joins him at his side and growls as you move to step aside once again, causing fear to slowly well up inside you. “I have to get home you guys, it’ll be dark soon,” you plead your case. You don’t know why you’re talking to them like they understand you, but their eyes seem to speak louder than your own words. The black wolf nudges you back as the other gently bites your sleeve to pull you in the opposite direction. You try to yank your arm back and move again, but their growls make you still in your movements. Will these wolves hurt me? What was I thinking to trust wild animals? You can’t help but talk down on yourself over ignoring the lessons that you’ve been taught since young. 

There’s a reason those who enter this forest never leave and now you’re the next victim. Never enter the forest.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Wooyoung - San ♡

Infatuation, Dependance

“Sannn, we need another person, they’re not giving me enough energy,” Wooyoung whines as they exit the apartment complex their latest treat lives in.

 “It’s not my fault you’re so insatiable,” San retorts with a knowing smile, “but I do agree, we’re gonna need someone new soon.” They continue their walk, traveling with no destination in mind at the moment as they discuss their plans when Wooyoung stops in his tracks before looking around. Even though it was still the middle of the night, it wasn’t hard for them to sense or see anything in the night.

“Over there,” he says and points across the street to you, walking briskly with your headphones in. San looks over in your direction and has to stop himself from running over and taking you right then and there. Normally they have their instincts under control, but even from this distance your soul smelled like the most appetizing treat they’ve had in a long time. Last time they had encountered a delicious soul like yours, they devoured them all that night, while he did regret not savoring them, they sure as hell had a memorable time they’ll never forget. But ever since then, it was like nobody ever lived up to the level their taste had been raised as they were left to feed from mediocre (at best) souls. “Well what are we waiting for,” San smiles as he and Wooyoung begin their trek to you.

On the other hand, you were quickly trying to return home after your shift. Tired from the day, and feeling tense, you’d like to unwind before taking yourself straight to bed afterwards. Seeing your apartment complex finally come into view, you pick up your pace until you’re stopped dead in your tracks by bumping into someone. You could’ve sworn you were the only one out here, but as you look up to see maybe the most handsome man you’ve laid eyes on with a friend with just as much beauty, you take a step back and begin to apologize. 

“It’s no problem at all, I should’ve been watching where I was going,” San says as he steps to the side. You nod in response, afraid you’d make a fool of yourself if you opened your mouth. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, you know. We could walk you the rest of the way if you’d like,” Wooyoung offers as he steps towards you with a kind smile. Normally you’d have your alarms blaring in your head, but as you look at them, you can’t help but nod again to allow them to escort you. “Well then lead the way doll.”

It was a quick walk, and really didn’t need an escort, but who were you to say no to them. You could barely think of a coherent sentence let alone have rational thoughts. Now at the entrance to your building, you turn to thank them for escorting you and wish for them to get home safe.

“No problem at all. Hope you have sweet dreams tonight,” Wooyoung winks before they turn to leave.And boy did you have the sweetest of them all.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

You open your eyes when you hear a sudden to the left of you. You don’t know why, but you feel as if you were no longer alone in your room. Slowly turning your head you squint as your eyes try to adjust to the darkness, but are unable to see anything.

“Right here love,” a voice to your right suddenly says, causing you to jolt upright and look to see who’s beside you. You hear a giggle from your other side when you acknowledge the person beside you was one of the men that escorted you. 

“W-wha–” you begin before you’re cut off with Wooyoung’s finger. “No need to think about it right now (y/n), we just want to pleasure you. Will you let us?” he asks as San from the other side of you pulls you closer to his lap. His lips trace your ear as they wait for your response, fingers lightly pulling at your shirt. “We can take care of you so well baby,” San whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your back. You whimper slightly from embarrassment of how much they affect you so easily, but also because in that moment San starts to nibble right below your ear, making you feel weak. Wooyoung, not wanting to be excluded from the fun, moves in front of you to open your legs and pull down your shorts. 

“No panties?” he smirks at you before lowering himself to your thighs, trailing light kisses that evolve into full love bites the closer he gets to your core. San reaches around you to pull your shirt off and immediately grasps your breasts to fondle them. “No bra either,” he laughs, “it’s like she knew we’d be here.” San moves your head to the side to gain better access to your neck, then latches onto it without hesitation. Your soft pants egg Wooyoung on to finally lick your slit, causing you to instinctively close your legs, but he grabs onto both of your thighs and pushes them back, folding you. 

“Let go for us (y/n), we’ll take good care of you. Right Youngie?” San smirks as he looks back at his partner lost in between his legs. He knows he’s not going to get a reply from him as he’s too lost in lapping at your lips to care about anything else around him. You yourself are lost in the feeling as Wooyoung begins to suck on your clit like his life depends on it and easily slips in two fingers in the meantime. San attaches his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and moves his hands to pinch at your nipples. Your breath hitches a bit at the pain followed by a loud moan as San lets his tongue wander your mouth, overpowering your tongue in an instant. You feel like you're going numb yet you’re being lit ablaze between the two. Tightening around Wooyoung’s fingers, he proceeds to add two more as he lifts his head to look at the state you’re in.

“Sannie, she tastes so good, can she be our pet?” Your walls pulsate around his fingers at the implication. You haven’t been able to explore your kinks before, only really having few vanilla experiences, but this is giving you the chance to explore things you never thought you’d like. You moan at the thought of being their pet, being taken care of, punished if you misbehave, but rewarded if you’re good…you need that in your life. Even if this is just a dream, you want this to continue every night if possible. Wooyoung doesn’t wait for a reply, focusing on increasing his pace and lifting his head to leave a trail of love bites along your abdomen. San presses himself against you from behind so you could feel the effect you had on him and what to anticipate. 

“Of course Youngie, she can be our pretty kitty,” he purrs happily into your neck. You can barely hear him at this point, too focused on the familiar coil that’s ready to unravel. “I-I’m–” You don’t even get to finish your sentence as you feel Wooyoung pull away from you and hear both him and San laugh at your whines. “I was so close–” you lift yourself up a bit to face Wooyoung, “Why’d you stop?”

“Can’t let you cum unless it’s around one of us kitty,” he teases and finally removes the last few articles of clothing on him, San following suit. From there San moves to the top of the bed, pulling your legs closer to him as Wooyoung situates himself behind you. “On your hands and knees,” San commands as he taps your thigh. You flip over to get in position and look up to see Wooyoung positioning his cock in front of your face with a smirk. You felt him before he was fully hard, but you didn’t expect the size he grew too. What he lacked in girth he made up for in length and it left you salivating for it.

“Open wide kitty,” Wooyoung says and you happily oblige, his tip laying heavy on your tongue. You push yourself forward to take him in more, moaning at the taste and the breath he takes in above you before sighing from the relief. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, just relax,” he warns as you open your mouth wider, eagerly preparing for him. He starts out slow to give you a chance to find a proper rhythm before he begins to snap into you. His moans fall deliciously from his mouth, getting lost in the feeling of your mouth, you want nothing more than to give yourself to him. Losing yourself in the feeling of Wooyoung, you’re reminded of San behind you as he presses himself against your core, slowly trailing his cock up and down your slit before lining up with your hole. 

“Don’t forget about me kitty, you’re doing so well for us,” he slowly begins to push inside of you, groaning as your walls greedily suck him in. “Fuck, such a slutty hole sucking me in like that kitty.” You moan pathetically around Wooyoung, your walls throbbing around him as he starts his relentless pace. San was thicker than his partner, and he knew how to use it, making sure he brushes against your g-spot with each thrust. If you were able to think before, they’ve successfully fucked you brainless. All you can try to ground yourself with is the intense grip you have on the sheets below you, but it’s not enough to take your mind away from the mind numbing pleasure being given to you. “Shit, she’s perfect for us Woo, how could we have gone so long without this,” he grunts, grip tightening on your love handles. “I’m sure our kitty would love to be bred all day everyday,” he smirks when he feels the effect his words have on you. “Such a dirty girl.”

“I’m sure she’d pass out before we got our fill,” he laughs in between his moans, pulling San forward for an intense kiss. San’s hips stutter a bit, getting lost in the feeling of his lover and his potential lover. After getting a taste of you, they can’t let anyone else even think of touching you.

Hearing them above you pushes you closer to your peak, bringing your hand to your clit to let you reach it quicker. At the movement, San breaks away from Wooyoung’s kiss, eliciting a whine from the latter, to focus on you. “She’s close Wooyoung, and so are you. Be good for me prettys and cum.” With those words, Wooyoung whines as he stills his hips, shoving his cock as down your throat as he can, spilling his seed down it. “Mm, I think she loves the taste of you, fuck,” San’s hips start to stutter, approaching his eye as your orgasm finally washes over you. 

You don’t remember much after you came around San’s cock. You vaguely remember San pulling out of you after he reached his own high, making sure he made his claim deep inside of you before Wooyoung began the aftercare for you. “You did so well kitty, you were so good for us.”“Just rest love, you’ll need it for later,” you hear one of them laugh next to you. You feel yourself being tucked in and cuddled on either side of you. After being pleasantly filled, your mind is left fuzzy and you can’t help, but fade into darkness from the comfort being provided. 

“We’re gonna have so much fun with you kitty~”

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[februaryflowers]

the way to a choi san’s heart is through his maruchan ramen

san randomly strolls into the dorm kitchen one day and also strolls into your heart at the same time

warnings: loud noise, hot take san is a cs major... (sorry...im not that sorry though...im standing by this decision), yeosang is an implied engineering physics major (i am, however, sorry to yeosang for that one...)

straight up fluff, 2987 words, san x reader | college au (has a lot of american college experience elements like dorm building living n stuff), a little love at first sight vibes??

a/n: im sorry but if i have to be stuck in stem then im gonna force uni au ateez to be too 💔 also fish tofu mention bc fish tofu is my love and part of this fic was inspired by real events to some extent LOL 

Watching pedestrians shiver in their coats outside through the window makes you wince. It’s a good thing you didn’t go outside tonight. You don’t think you would’ve survived all that wind in the freezing temperatures.

But alas, you still need something to eat for dinner, so it’s a night of instant ramen for you. Standing in the toasty dorm kitchen boiling noodles is plenty good enough for you, though, as long as it means that you don’t have to go out today.

Turning back to the stove, you place the brick in the pot, submerging it fully with a fork before you turn on a timer. With everything set, you return to the glass, watching the world go by below you.

However your peaceful reverie doesn’t last long, a crash coming that makes you jump and grimace. 

“Sorry!” sounds through the air, and when you finally open your eyes, the voice’s owner is squatting on the ground, picking up his own pot and a small bag.

As he rises to his full height, he finally finds the courage and meets your eyes, his cheeks growing a pink similar to that of some of the bustling students down on the street.

“Oh, sorry!” he exclaims again. “Were you making something? I can come back later.”

“It’s okay,” you smile, stepping to the side to give him room at the counter. “You can use that burner; I’ll be done soon anyway.”

With a quiet nod, he goes to the sink before placing his cookware on the stove. “I didn’t mean to startle you, sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you chuckle. “Accidents happen…”

“San,” he finishes. “I’m San.” 

“Y/n. I actually live in the room right next to here.”

“Oh?” he asks before his eyes land on your own cooking experiment. “Ramen?”

“Yeah. It’s too cold to go out,” you laugh. “Didn’t feel like putting on ten jackets just to get burnt pizza or something. I see you also are partaking in the art of instant noodles.”

He grins. “My friend wanted some and I didn’t feel like studying anymore. Perfect excuse.”

“Oh who’s your friend? Maybe I know them.”

“Yeosang. He lives in—”

“I know him!” you exclaim. “He’s the best study partner ever, I swear. I dunno how he does it; I think I’d die if I had to use that many equations.” You shake your head with a fond smile.

Before San can reply, however, a beeping rings through the room, causing you to pull away and tend to your noodles. Now in silence, he glances over to you, your lips pursed as you use a fork to strain the water out. 

Has he ever seen someone as cute as you? He’s sure that other people have the same unconscious habit, but there’s something so endearing about the way you pout in concentration to avoid burns or spillage. He could probably stay here forever just to keep talking to—

Your movement pulls him from his reverie, his eyes immediately falling to the tile as you grab the cover to your pot and prepare to head out. 

But instead of leaving right away, with the steaming pot in your hand, you turn to him. “I’ll see you around?”

His gaze shoots up from the floor. “Oh yeah! I’ll see you around.” 

The little wave with your free hand does him in before you disappear around the corner. He hardly knows you and yet he bets that when he goes to deliver Yeosang his dinner he’d even get on his knees and thank him for making him make ramen tonight. Maybe Yeosang would even offer to set up a—

Sighing, San rests his cheek on his knuckles with a small smile as he thinks of you. 

Oh, he’s down bad.

Tonight’s studying requires a midnight snack, you decide. So you gather all your cookware and make the short trip to the kitchen right next to your room. It should be a quick mission, in and out and straight back to biology. 

And it starts out that way.

You quickly fill the pot and turn on the stove, your foot tapping on the floor as you wait for the water to come to a boil. 

“I told you I’d see you around!” 

Your leg stills and you whip your head around, met with none other than the sight of Choi San. 

“Hey, San.” You move to the side, giving him room, almost reminiscent of last week. 

“Hi,” he grins, sliding into the space next to you.

“Back for more noodles?”

“Of course; I need my CS nerd fuel,” he quips. 

“Oh my god, thank you again for your help the other day.”

So maybe Yeosang is a good wingman, San thinks, the smile on his face growing softly. After finding out that his friend was in fact crushing on you (San wasn’t exactly subtle in his attempts to ask about you, to which Wooyoung shouted to the whole library), Yeosang reluctantly invited him to your weekly study sessions, and he’d in fact been able to help you with your homework (after Wooyoung called him a nerd and elbowed his ribs to get him to sit closer to you).

But if he thinks about it too long, his cheeks will get even redder, so he simply scratches his neck. “It’s no problem, really. Just lemme know if you need help or something.”

“Thanks, San.”

With both of your pots boiling, you begin to fill them with the noodle brick, but your eyes fall upon San’s overflowing with extra goodies.

“What’re those?” you ask, pointing to the floating rectangles at the top of the water.

“Fish tofu,” he grins. “You want some?”

“Oh, it’s okay,” you murmur, suddenly quiet. “I wouldn’t wanna take your dinner or something.”

“Don’t worry about it.” With those little dimples of his, he slides a couple pieces into your noodles, not another word filling the air between you.

You certainly don’t need to study to know the fact, through and through, that San is incredibly bad for your poor heart. 

And so, one coincidence turned into two, then four, and six. Choi San was just always in the kitchen making ramen. 

Even today, not long after you start boiling water, he comes in. It’s so expected now, and just being with him has become so natural. Shuffling through the doorway, he fills his pot without another sound before placing it on the stovetop next to yours.

“What’re you up to?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets and waiting next to you, your eyes all trained on the bubbles underneath the cover.

“Just tryna finish a lab report,” you reply. “You?”

“Needed a break from homework. I think I would’ve lost my mind if I had to think about recursion for another second without something to eat.”

With a small chuckle, the two of you fall into silence once more. Together, alone, you let yourself glance at his face. There’s something so puzzling about him, you realize. It’s as if he only lives in the kitchen. Sure, you’ve met him with your mutual friends on campus, but for someone who lives in the same building, he’s practically a ghost over here. 

“Can I ask you something?” you pipe up, breaking the peaceful lull. 

“Sure.” 

“How come I never see you? I only see you in the kitchen,” you laugh. “I thought I'd at least see you around going to class or doing laundry, just something.” 

He lowers his gaze, suddenly finding his noodles very interesting and stirring them with his chopsticks. “I, uh, I actually don't live on this side of the building,” he murmurs, unusually quiet. His words are barely an exhale, a faint breath that nearly doesn’t reach your ears. 

“Oh…” 

As the steam rises from the boiling pot, he smiles a little, a nervous blush beginning to color his cheeks. “I live on the other side. When we met I was only here because Yeosang asked me to make him some ramen.” 

You recall that windy day two months ago. Midterms season was dawning, so you can imagine the stress Yeosang must’ve been under to resort to asking San to make him something to eat. You hardly even saw the man unless he was scurrying to the dining hall, claiming he was going to die from studying so much physics.  

“I didnt wanna study so I came over and well…” 

“You kept coming over,” you finish. 

“Yeah,” he admits with a quiet laugh. “I just…like spending time with you.”

“Y’know,” you exhale, “you don’t need to make up reasons or walk across the building to see me.” 

His eyes widen. “Really!?” 

“Yeah.” A small grin laces your lips as you nod. “I like spending time with you too.” 

Comfortable silence falls upon you both as the minutes count down, the ticking of time for the small moments you share. You like spending time with him too. Maybe, even if you don’t feel the same way he does, you could at least be friends. You could be friends all on your own, without any meddling middle men. San thinks he’d like that, that he’d rather have you as a friend than be nothing at all. In whatever way you’ll accept his affection, that will be enough.

“Although, I do have a question.” 

His head pops up, wide eyes blinking back at you before they soften. “Shoot.” 

“How do you always know when I'm here when you live on the other side of the building?” 

Color rises to his cheeks once more, a deeper red definitely not from the heat of the steam. “My friends…my friends like to tease me. Y’know Jongho?” 

You nod. “He lives around the corner from me.” 

“He always texts me when he thinks he hears you going to the kitchen,” he admits before his eyes widen. “That's kinda creepy, wait. I'm so sorry! I swear I'll tell him to stop. I can stop com—“ 

You laugh before shaking your head, causing him to stare a little bewildered at you. “Please don’t stop. I like spending time with you, San. I like spending time with you… a little too much.”

He stands, eyes blown as he finally turns to you and blinks. “Huh.” 

“Gimme your phone.” 

Taking his device out of his pocket, he hands it to you silently, still gawking at you and your words. When your fingers brush he jumps back, his brain jumpstarting and observing you. There’s a silly smile lacing your lips as, wait, are you… you are! You’re putting your number into his contacts!? 

“Next time I'll just text you when I'm making ramen. Maybe I’ll even head over to your kitchen.”

Then you turn back to the stove, tending to your noodles as if you didn’t just so brazenly flirt with your crush while his jaw falls open. 

San thinks he could die right now. He could die right here, right now, and be perfectly content. Not only would he not have to take his computer science exam next week, but he also has the number of the cutest, funniest person in the university!? This has to be a dream.

You look up from your pot at the large “Ouch!” that rings through the room, turning to meet a San with furrowed brows stroking his forearm.

“Are you okay?” you gasp. “Did you burn yourself?”

“Yeah, sorry. I just had to pinch myself.”

“Huh?”

“I needed to make sure this isn’t a dream, y/n!”

Stifling a chuckle, you return to your noodles once more, the timer now up. “Well, you better call me and take me out on a date, Choi San. I’m counting on it.”

“Oh, you bet!”

It’s fitting that your first real, official date with Choi San is none other than a ramen outing. 

Stifling a giggle as he opens the door for you—ever a gentleman—you try your best to bite down on the large smile that threatens to overtake your features, but San knows better. 

“What!?” he whines, tugging on your jacket as the host leads you to your table and sliding it on the back of your chair. 

“Nothing,” you tease, still playing with his fingers and refusing to let go. “I just think it’s a little funny you wanted to come here for our first date after all the ramen we’ve already had.”

“Well I dunno if the instant ones count. I think we should have actual ramen instead of just making the ones from the value pack I got for a dollar,” he laughs. 

“Hm, maybe.”

And when the food arrives, you find yourself wanting to take everything back. 

“Oh, this looks delicious,” you gasp, your mouth forming a small circle as the steam rises towards you, drifting scents of savory broth and fresh noodles into your nose.

“I told you so!” he teases, his chopsticks already in hand as he admittedly drools over the bowl.

But somehow, San’s grin grows, his cheeky hand making its way over your tray and stealing a piece of tender beef sitting right on the top of the nest of food.

 The smile is still lacing his lips as he chews on the stolen bite, his eyes sparkling a little more at your small pout. “I just need to make sure it’s not too hot,” he quips. 

With a roll of your eyes and your own little quirk of your lips, you dig in, and you just know San was right. You really do need to have the real stuff, not the straight up sodium packs, no matter how many times they come in handy in a pinch.

But before you can even finish savoring the flavor and swallowing, your date has another trick up his sleeve, leaving a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. 

Picking up the best piece in between his chopsticks, he carefully places the perfectly cooked bit in the center of your bowl, those adorable dimples peeking through his pink blush, one that rises not just from the steam. How are you going to finish this meal when he just knows how to make you swoon? 

And, as if that wasn’t bad enough for your fragile heart, he repeats the action no less than three times, even taking it upon himself to blow on the bite then hold it to your lips until you finally eat it. 

Oh, this man is going to be the death of you. 

“He’s in the kitchen?” you ask, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you prepare your pot and fish out a packet from your drawers.

“Yeah,” Seonghwa hums. “You coming?” 

“I’ll be over in a bit.”

“A bit” means less than five minutes as you sprint through the halls to make it over to the other side of the building before he leaves, not bothering to lock your door despite knowing you’ll probably end up hanging out in his room for the rest of the afternoon.

And, true to Seonghwa’s word, San is in the kitchen. With his back hunched over the stove, his hand steadying the pot, his small pout lacing his lips as a stray noodle hits the sink, he doesn’t even flinch at the pounding of footsteps running through the dorm. 

He’s so cute like that, so immersed in something seemingly so simple. But that’s San for you, doing everything with care and attention.

Maybe you’re just in a teasing mood, or maybe San and his friends have rubbed off on you, but an idea pops into your head as you take another moment to admire him. 

With a smile, you adjust your pitch an octave or two. “You’re super handsome.”

“Sorry, I’m not interested. I’m already taken,” San replies monotonously, not even looking up from his task at the intrusion. 

At your burst of laughter, he finally looks up, his eyes widening at your form collapsing to the ground and clutching your stomach as fits of giggles erupt over and over. 

“Huh!?”

“It’s just me, doofus!” 

Joining you on the floor, he kneels over you, tickling your sides with a fond grin before you both pull apart and sit back on your knees.

“You’re so silly,” he teases, tilting his head to the side.

“It’s true though! I was telling the truth!”

But with him looking at you…like that…that warm gaze and bright smile…the last of your laughter subsides, allowing your head to jump back to his words. 

He’s already taken? Well, you hadn’t exactly crossed over to that and had that discussion after your few dates, but…you’d like that, love that. 

“San—”

“Y/n—”

A hint of laughter comes to both of you before pittering out once more. 

“You go,” you murmur. 

“I know I said…” His voice is unusually soft, even more so as he takes a small breath and leaves the rest in the open. “But…if you aren’t comfortable with that…relationship…with me…right now, that’s okay. I can wait. If you want, I’ll wait for you. But as far as I’m concerned, there’s nobody else. So, whatever you want, I’ll make it work.”

His words are barely a whisper now. Glancing between you and his twiddling fingers, he’s never looked so nervous. You’d like nothing more to take his hand in yours and bring that dimpled smile back, easing his racing heart. And there isn’t a doubt in your heart anyway, so why wait? 

Scooting forward, you rest a hand on his shoulder, a small grin on your lips. “Maybe you haven’t figured it out yet but…I’m kind of impatient, y’know.”

And even when the timer goes off, you can’t wipe the smiles off your faces, the two of you playfully nudging the other before going back to San’s room to share his freshly made pot of ramen. It was about time for you to return the favor and start coming to this side of the building a lot more often.

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[yunhobug]

Ateez reaction: Domesticity

Hongjoong

Hongjoong is like dyeing your hair together. He's vibrant colors, and deep belly laughs. The chemicals are making your noses hurt, but you try to keep the air flowing, the windows are open and a cool summer breeze blows into the small apartment. Hongjoongs phone is open on the counter playing some rock song he likes while you film him. He's trying to get all the spots on the back of his head and while you could help, watching him struggle is amusing.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is like grocery shopping Sunday mornings. He's cooing at the babies in their strollers as they pass and buying more junk food than fruits and veggies. Hwa insists on grabbing stuff off the higher shelves even though he isn't that much taller than you. He likes when he can stand behind you while pushing the cart. Holding you close and smiling at the older couples, making sure to whisper in your ear that he hopes you can grow old together.

Yunho

Yunho is like playing games in the dark after the power goes out. He's lighting cinnamon candles and moving all the blankets into the living room to make a fort. Yunho insists on playing hide and seek in the dark, because "I haven't played it since I was little, it'll be fun!" You're holding your breath when you hear the bedroom door open, hoping he won't seek you out before the lights flicker back on and give your hiding spot away.

Yeosang

Yeosang is like furniture shopping for your new apartment. He insists on trying every couch to make sure it feels right. He likes to play house like when you were children, pretending to play the role of dad in the kitchen displays. He's checking every small detail like light bulbs and how softly the drawers close because he knows the loud noises bother you. He can't help but become giddy seeing you stand in the bedroom displays wondering what it'll feel like when you finally move in together.

San

San is like making ramen late at night. You're sitting on the counter while he places himself between your legs. He likes to play with your fingers, getting distracted in all of you before realizing the broth was about to boil over. You like to wrap your legs around his waist and bring him close while placing tender sleepy kisses on his jaw and forehead.

Mingi

Mingi is like going to the convenience store at 2 am, it's eating ice cream on the curb during the cool summer nights. You guys probably look crazy in your matching pj's but you never cared. You're sharing both a bag of chips and headphones. Mingi likes to rest his head on your shoulder. He dedicated this playlist to you, a compilation of songs that remind him of the feelings you give him.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is like baking cookies on a warm spring afternoon. You guys had elected to watch his younger brother for the weekend. You're helping Kyungmin use the dinosaur shaped cutters in the sugar dough, though you encourage him to eat the scraps behind Woo's back. All of your guys' shirts are covered in flour by the time they go into the oven, and Kyungmin conveniently had time to fall asleep when it came time to clean up. Though Wooyoung appreciates the quiet moment with you. Happy to play parents for the weekend.

Jongho

Jongho is like taking baths together after a long day. He likes to set up lots of candles and soft music. Even though he doesn't intend to make it intimate, Jognho's unintentionally romantic. He likes to hold you close and massage your shoulders after a long day at work. You guys will sit there until the water gets cold and the skin on your fingers shrivel. When you get out he'll wrap you in a towel and hold you close making sure to keep you warm.

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Dance Practice - (c.sn x reader x k.hj) nsfw

Summary: After making eyes at San during dance practice, your boyfriend, Hongjoong, gets jealous and decides to punish you.

Genre and Warnings: threesome. smut. fem pronouns for reader. unprotected sex. one shot. oral. light dirty talk.

Word Count: 1,649

Note: This is my first ever smut that I've written. Also this fic is not meant to represent or bring harm to any of Ateez in any way, shape or form.

You sat behind the camera in the practice room as the members of Ateez filmed one of their dance practice videos for Atinys. Your head was buried in your laptop and textbooks as the staff set up lighting and the members stretched. You looked up towards the members and locked eyes with your boyfriend, Kim Hongjoong. He winked at you, then his attention was pulled but Wooyoung, who had decided to take the moment to make kissy faces at him. It caused you to giggle while Hongjoong turned to scold him.

Your phone buzzed on the table a few minutes later, you trying to dive back into studying. 

Joongie <3: Better keep those eyes on me

You smiled and rolled your eyes, deciding to put your phone face down on the table, and looked back at your laptop.

The staff called the members to attention and motioned for the boys to get into position, which they did. Music started playing, and the beginning of Firework started.

You pulled your head out of your studies for a moment, deciding to watch their first run through of the dance. This was the first time you’ve seen this choreography from start to finish.

You smiled as Seonghwa and Yeosang did their parts, and then there was San. With the sensual little sway, him rubbing his hands together, combined with him biting his lip had you almost drooling, your eyes not leaving him.

You knew in the back of your mind that Hongjoong would be pissed if he realized you were making eyes at one of the other members, but there was something about San that was hitting you hard today. Maybe it was the muscle shirt he was wearing, showing his arms in all their buff glory, and the duality he seems to have, and playing up lately.

Once the first shot was done, the members surrounded a monitor that showed their record, watching the playback. You grabbed your phone, determined to send a quick text to HongJoong.

Y/N: You better tell San to stop.

You saw him reach into his pocket and look at his phone, a small smirk growing on his face as he read your text. He pocketed his phone and leaned over to San, whispering something into the younger man's ear.

San smirked along with HongJoong and nodded. You knew, at this moment, you fucked up.

The next run through, San was determined to stare deep into your soul as he bit hit bottom lip and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. Your eyes never left his mouth after that.

Hongjoong noticed the attention you were giving San and smiled. It wasn’t his usual cute smile, but the sadistic one he used when punishing you in the bedroom. You didn’t notice, as you had your eyes trained on the pink haired man.

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Your phone buzzed once again as all of  Ateez was slowly saying their goodbyes and leaving the studio. The staff had already left, satisfied that they got a good recording of the dance.

Joongie <3: Stay here once everyone leaves. You and I need to have a chat.

I’m in trouble. You thought to yourself. You shut down your laptop, closed it, and started shoving it, and your textbooks into your bag. Mingi came over to give you a hug and say goodbye, and you saw over his shoulder, the two men who, during this rehearsal, became the bane of your existence, with their backs to you, talking.

“Bye Mingi!” You almost yelled, trying to get the attention of Hongjoong. “Have a good night! Be safe getting  back to the dorms!” You saw Hongjoong scowl out of the corner of your eye.

Once the last of the members had left, Hongjoong came up to stand in front of you, arms crossed and a pissed off look on his face.

“Now jagiya,” he started. His hand gripped your chin, making you look up at him. “You know how I feel about you looking at other people. Especially when they’re my friends.” He cooed this at you, while the grip on your chin tightened. 

He clicked his tongue at you in disappointment. “You know what I have to do now.” He crouched in front of you, his hand pushing the white hair that had fallen in front of his face back, his grip on your chin never wavering. He smirked at you and cocked his head to the side, his eyes burning holes into you.

“On your knees,” he stood up and moved back from you, allowing you space. 

Your eyes darted from him to San, who stood in the corner of the room, watching intensely. “San’s still here.”

“I know. I told him to stay.” He smirked down at you. “If you like watching other men, I bet other men like watching you.” He clicked his tongue again. “You know I don’t like repeating myself. On your knees.”

Your eyes widened as you slowly sunk to your knees from the chair you were on, eyes darting between the two men in the room.

“You see,” Hongjoong started, addressing San this time. “I have to keep my eyes on her, or else hers wander. I can’t have that, now can I?” He gripped your hair in his fist, making you look up at him. “You have to punish her if she gets out of line.”

“Is that so?” San’s voice came from the other side of the room. You dared to look at him, the grip in your hair tightening and your eyes went back to Hongjoong. 

“Be good for Master,” he cooed at you, his other hand going to the tent in his sweatpants. “Open your mouth.”

You obeyed, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he pulled his cock out of his pants. “Good pet,” he purred, and shoved his cock in your mouth.

The grip on your hair tightened even more as he fucked your mouth, feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat and feeling you gag around him. Tears ran down your face as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Drool ran down your chin as Hongjoong relentlessly pounded into his mouth.

“You better swallow all of it y/n” he grunted out as he released into your mouth. You eagerly drank all his seed.

He pulled his dick out of your mouth once he was finished. “Open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth, proving you swallowed it all.

“Good pet,” he released the grip he had in your hair, and ran his hand down the side of your face. He smiled down at you, pride shining in his eyes. 

“Can I have a turn?” San asked, his hand rubbing his hard on through his pants.

Hongjoong turned towards San and beckoned him over with his finger. “You know I don’t normally share, but I don’t think y/n has learned her lesson.” He went to sit on the couch behind you, legs spread and arms resting on the back of the couch. “Help yourself.” He leveled you with a stare. “Strip.” He commanded. “Both of you.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. “A-are you sure?” you questioned him.

He leaned down towards you, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together with his chin resting on them. “I said. . . strip.”

You quickly did as told, San following behind you. “If I didn’t know any better,” Hongjoong teased, “I would say you’re soaking wet right now Y/N.” He looked to San. “Check for me Sannie.”

San slowly approached you from behind, sinking to his knees as he got behind you. His fingers went to your pussy, confirming Honjoongs suspicions. San moaned at the feeling of your juices running over his fingers. He brought his fingered up to your lips. 

“Suck” Hongjoong commanded. You opened your mouth and San shoved his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue played with his fingers, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

Hongjoong smirked and leaned back in the chair again. “Fuck her.”

San took your arms and locked them behind your back as he shoved his dick into you. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, the initial pain turning into pure pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you pet?” Hongjoong asked you. “You like when Sannie fucks you while I watch?” Your eyes started to close in pleasure as San fucked hard up into you, a moan escaped you in response to Hongjoongs question.

“Open your eyes” San whispered in your ear, taking on a more dominant tone than you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes snapped open, as Hongjoon sunk down next to you, hand bracketing your throat and squeezing. 

“Watch,” Hongjoong purred in your ear. “Watch as Sannies dick fucks your tight pussy.” You listened, watching as Sans dick rutted in and out of you, your juices running down the inside of your thighs. 

San moaned into your ear, gruning out a “gonna cum” loud enough for you and Hongjoong to hear. 

“You’ve done so well, pet,” HOngjoon said to you. “As a reward, you can choose where he comes.”

“Inside,” you groan out, the tightness in your stomach about to burst.

San cried out as he coated your insides with his seed, you following him over the edge close behind him. You slumped to the ground as San pulled out of you, suddenly overtaken with a wave of tired.

“You did so good jagiya,” Hongjoong whispered in your ear, a proud look on his face. He grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it over you. He gathered your discarded clothes and slub your backpack over his shoulder before he scooped you up. “Lets go home.”

He turned to San. “If you want a round two, you know what to do.” He wink at the younger man, and walked out the door with you in his arms.

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[n0v4t33z]

Dark Desires: Chapter III - Malice In Wonderland

Pairings: VampireCatHybrid~Seonghwa x Female Reader, VampireCatHybrid~Ateez x Female Reader

Genre: Horror, Angst, Romance, Vampire Ateez, Paranormal?

Word Count: 11.1 k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions blood, Magic, Fantasy, Some Fluff, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)

Chapter specific: Non sexual nudity, death, kidnapping, lying and manipulation, suggestive, violence, themes of horror, hints at rocky relationship with parents (Will update if more come up)

Author's Note💌: Hi! Honestly I didn't think I was going to be able to make the Monday deadline because I was editing this on tumblr and I lost all my work?? I don't know why, I basically lost a whole days worth of progress and I had to start all over again which was frustrating but luckily I got it done just in time! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, sorry if there are some parts that are a bit rushed I did try to fix them and lengthen them a bit. (Any mistakes I might have left unseen will be fixed at a later date!)🌙

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It’s been 4 hours since they left and I’m not going to lie as time passes by the more scared and anxious I get. I hope everything goes well. While I sweep the kitchen I hear the door open and a lot of rustling. I set the broom down and head over to the entrance only to see Mingi with a female over his shoulder and she looked to be passed out. Slowly a pit in my stomach grows as I watch him carry her into the chapel like she weighed nothing . Seonghwa sees the look on my face and gently strokes my cheek “You don’t have to do this you know?” I shake my head and I say “No, I’ve got this.” and I walk over to the chapel and see her lying on the floor. She was beautiful, she also looked like she’s a very nice person. I shift my attention over to the guys, I noticed they were very serious, something all too familiar. It was just like when I first arrived here. The 8 vampires stand in front of the woman’s body patiently until a few minutes later that seemingly felt like hours until she slowly starts regaining consciousness. She slowly sits up and looks up at them and screams, a blood curdling scream that jolted me back into reality. The woman says  “Where am I?!” Hongjoong walks over to her and kneels in front of her and says “Don’t worry about it, just be a good girl okay?” she begins to uncontrollably cry and panic causing Hongjoong to smirk and extend his hand in my direction “Miss y/n, could you be a dear and please help me calm her down?” I feel so pressured to do everything correctly because while I walk over to that woman I feel everyone’s eyes on me, it was honestly kind of embarrassing. I gently grab her shoulder and kneel down next to her. “Hey, it’ll be okay. Take deep breaths.” I’m so sorry… She nods while teary eyed trying to calm herself down until eventually she quiets down. Hongjoong smirks “Thank you Miss y/n. Now, do you mind cleaning her up? She’s quite dirty from transit…” Hongjoong glances at Mingi only to have him shrug in response. While I help the woman up Hongjoong continues “Yeosang, be a dear and help out Miss y/n we don’t want our guest to try and pull a fast one on us.” He turns to look at the woman with an evil grin plastered on his face. The woman seemingly hides behind me clutching onto my arm tightly.

Yeosang then walks behind me and the woman. While heading up the stairs the woman whispers “Do you know where we are?” I glance over at her and shake my head “Honestly I don’t know. I haven’t been here very long either." The girl glances at Yeosang who shoots her a scary gaze causing her to look forward and quiet down.

Once we arrive to the bathroom I look over to Yeosang “Master, do you mind waiting outside? If there’s any trouble I’ll call you.” he nods understandably but still keeps a stone face and I close the door behind me, the girl then sits down next to the bathtub then I begin to run a bath for her “So, what’s your name?” She looks over at me and says “Sumi” Wow, she's so pretty and she has a pretty name.. “That’s a petty name, I'm y/n.” I touch the water then I look over at Sumi “Your bath is ready” she shyly looks away then I turn away covering my eyes “Don’t worry I won’t look, I do have to stay in here though.” I hear rustling then a few moments later I hear a small splash. I sit next to the bathtub while Sumi begins to wash her long black hair then she quietly asks “How long have you been here? Aren’t you scared of them?” I grab the towel next to the bathtub “Well I’ve been here for about 2 weeks, and honestly I am a bit scared except I just do everything they tell me to do. I try my best to make them happy and in return they’ll be nice.” she looks at me with a shocked expression then says “Have you tried to escape?” I shake my head and I look down at the cat crest on the apron on my dress “Hm, no but I did plead with them to let me leave but it’s no use they won’t let me and in all honesty I just don’t want to anger them.” Sumi reaches over, grabs my hand and says in a very quiet voice “Let’s escape together, they already trust you enough so maybe we can figure out a way to escape." I shake my head “I’m so sorry Sumi but I can’t leave even if I wanted to.”  Her eyes slightly widen then she looks at me in disbelief “What do you mean? Didn’t you say you’re scared of them? Now is your chance to escape… We can do this together.” I lean over and I quietly say “ I’m sorry Sumi but I really don’t want to be on their bad side you really don’t know what they’re capable of doing so i’m going to do what they say and maybe hopefully they let me go one day.” I get up and open the towel in my hands “Alright let's get you ready for bed now” I hand the towel to Sumi and while she waits to dry off she brushes her hair and eventually she changes into a night gown I've randomly picked for her. When we step outside, we see Yeosang patiently waiting for us. Once we escort her to the room with the sigil on the door and the floor. She gets into bed and I bring her a tea so she could relax and fall asleep faster. Before taking a sip from her tea Sumi looks over at me and says "Is this poisoned?" I shake my head "Oh no, it's not I promise. I just thought I'd bring you something to help calm your nerves." She looks down at her tea for a bit she then she looks back at me and says "Please don’t leave me here all alone, those guys really scare me.” I sit on the chair next to the bed “Don’t worry I’ll stay here until you fall asleep I won’t go anywhere I promise.”

She sets the teacup on the night stand and shifts her gaze to me “Why are you so stuck on being here? What do you even get from it?” I look down and shrug “I don’t know. At first I hated it here but if I’m being honest I still kind of like it.” Sumi scrunches her nose looking at me like I just said the dumbest thing ever “Why?” I stare at the sigil below the bed and over at the black cat stitching on my apron “I’ve made friends. Unconventional ones but I made them, which makes me feel less lonely than I did when I was living with my family.” Sumi sighs and leans back resting her head on the white headboard behind her with her arms crossed across her chest. “Since when do friends kidnap you and don’t let you go home though..” She’s right.. It doesn’t sound right. The least they should do as friends is let me briefly see my family. After a few seconds of me not saying anything Sumi reaches for my hand and tightly squeezes it “Think about it, we’ll escape together. They can’t do anything to you because you’re their friend. They wouldn’t think of hurting you right?” Mingi didn’t hesitate almost killing me though, what if some of them do feel that same way he does towards me but they’re just really great actors. What if they’re waiting for the right time to kill me? “I mean, I guess you are right. If they cared they’d trust me enough to let me go” A smile paints Sumi’s lips and she pulls my hands towards her causing me to sit at the edge of the bed and her inching close to me. “So are you going to do it?” I look at the ground and sit there silently fo a few seconds until I finally speak “Go to sleep, they sleep in the afternoon then we’ll talk about it.” Sumi smiles and gives me a hug “I promise we’ll escape and we will both go back home.” A huge knot grows in my throat and my eyes begin to sting. I hum in response and blink back my tears. They told me not to get close, but here I am…

Eventually when she falls asleep and I exit the room then Yeosang locks the door behind me  “You can go to Seonghwa’s room now Miss y/n the sacrifice will begin at 3:33 which is in about 30 minutes so I can give you a sleeping potion I made the other day in the lab so you sleep right through it.” I hesitantly nod “S-Sure where is it?” he then pulls out a vial from his pocket with light purple liquid in it and hands it over to me “First, get ready for bed then take this it’ll knock you out in about 1 minute while it makes its way through your bloodstream” I nod then I walk into Seonghwa’s room. I look down at the vial of purple liquid in my hand. Should I take it? I should, but I don’t think I can but if I don’t I know i’ll regret it. I change into my night gown then I get ready for bed eventually I lay in bed then I look at the vial. “I need to know what happens to Sumi.” The door suddenly opens and it’s Seonghwa, he walks over to me and smiles “Did you take the medicine Yeosang gave you to sleep my love?” Immediately out of instinct I nod he smiles and gently presses his lips on my forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning princess get some rest, I love you.” My cheeks flush and I nod “I love you too.” he keeps his warm smile then exits and closes the door behind him. I put out the candles and I lay down in complete darkness. If it gets unbearable i’ll take the medicine. I lay there for a few minutes waiting for something to happen then I get startled by a scream and immediately I get up and I slowly open the door and I look over to the room where Sumi is in but I couldn’t see anything. Sumi then screams again but this time she says  “y/n! Please help me! You said you’d never leave me!!” My stomach drops and a heavy knot forms in my throat that I gasp and I cover my mouth, my eyes slowly get blurred by the tears. I’m so sorry Sumi, you didn’t deserve this. This is all my fault I’m so sorry.. At this point I hear someone faintly speaking but I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying. Sumi begins to violently cough and choke on presumably her own blood and I begin to silently cry trying not give myself away. Eventually it grows silent and I slowly close the door and I lay down in bed. While I look up at the ceiling I clutch onto the vial then I take the medicine. For the next minute I lay there crying until I was was too tired to cry. 

The next morning I wake up and notice Seonghwa sitting next to me reading a book. He notices I’m awake and puts down his book. I look up at him then I bury my face in his chest, everything that happened last night comes pouring back in an instant. Sumi’s screams echoed in my mind. I try to stop my tears by shutting my eyes “Hey, princess you’re up what’s wrong are you okay?” I manage to get a hold of myself then I pull back slightly teary eyed he then gently strokes my cheek while he looks deeply into my eyes “What’s wrong my love?” I shake my head and I look down “It’s nothing. It’s just- I'm just a bit homesick and I miss my mom that’s all.” I sit up next to him “I’m so sorry, I wish I could let you see your family but I can’t. You’ll be in more danger if you go back now that you’ve talked and seen us.”

He rests his forehead on my shoulder for a second then looks back over at me “Besides you’re safer here than you are back home, I saw the crime rates there and it’s pretty dangerous.” I grab Seonghwa’s cold hands and I gently hold them “I’m already used to it though, I grew up with having to protect myself so I’ll be okay. Can you at least let me tell my mom I’m okay? She must be worried sick, and probably thinks I’m dead.”  A hesitant expression grows on his face “I don’t know about that my love.” I’ll do this for Sumi, she’s right. I deserve to see my family at least once. I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck while I nestle in his neck. “Please? You said you love me…” One of his hands slither to hold my waist and the other one moves to my thigh gently squeezing it, his breathing becoming a bit shallow. I gently kiss his neck while I run my hand down his chest “It can just be the two of us, and you can just tell my parents you’re going to be my husband. You know? To make it more official.” He slowly runs his hand through my figure and pulls me in for a kiss “Well…If that’s the case then it wouldn't hurt to go see them for a little bit, but we can’t stay there for long I don’t want Draven to see you with us..” I gasp and give him a doe eyed look then I pull him into a hug. “Thank you so much! I love you so much I promise this will be the only time I ever ask for anything!” He chuckles and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear “I love you too my love, get ready I’ll wait outside okay?” I nod and hurriedly climb off the bed. It’s scary how Seonghwa is acting like nothing happened last night. Like he didn’t just kill a whole human. Then again, their will to live was probably stronger than empathy, which is scary to think as a vampire being tied down to that monster. I hate to think that if I was put into that position I would shamelessly probably do the same thing.. it most definitely doesn't make it okay though no matter how kind they've been. It's scary to think that if they have to, they will get rid of me whether they're attached or not.

 I walk over to the dresser and see the drawer stocked with clothes. After changing clothes When I head over downstairs and see Seonghwa waiting for me by the entrance I see him looking at me with a smile on his face. “You’re wearing the clothes I bought for you.” I smile and lace my hand with his “Of course why wouldn’t I? “ Seonghwa reaches over and grabs his long black trench coat jacket and puts it on. We leave the house and as soon as I step outside the chilly autumn breeze grazes through my skin and for the very first time I notice this is the first time I’ve walked through the front door since I got here. It turns out we’re in the middle of nowhere in like a forest so it makes sense as to why no one even knows about this house. Seonghwa opens the door to a really gorgeous looking black luxury car, presumably Seonghwa’s or one of the guys who knows but it looks really expensive. He looks over at me and covers my eyes “Close them, and don’t open them until I tell you okay?” I put my hands over my eyes “Wait why?” Seonghwa reaches over and gently pats my thigh “Just trust me.” Then I feel the car very rapidly increasing speed until for a split second I don’t feel like the car is moving at all then after a few seconds of feeling nothing the car goes back to driving over the road. “Okay, you can open your eyes now” He gently pats my thigh and I open my eyes, immediately I look behind us and notice it was just forest. I think I just went through a portal. Was that a portal? The more he drove down the road the more I began to recognize the roads and buildings. Until eventually I guide him to my house. We get out of the car and I run towards the door while Seonghwa calmly walks behind me. I run up the steps and knock on the door, a few seconds later my mom opens the door, gasps and I wave at her “Hey mom.” For a few seconds she looks at me like she's seen a ghost and she tightly pulls me into a hug. “y/n! Sweetheart, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you, we were beginning to assume the worst happened to you...” I shake my head "I'm fine mom, I just wanted to come and let you guys know I'm fine and relieve you from that worry." My mom looks behind her as If she was looking for someone and says "Hold that thought-"

She lets both of us in and has us sit in the living room and says “I’ll go call your dad and your brothers, they’re outside in the backyard I just want us to comfortably talk..” While she leaves for a bit to get the rest of my family Seonghwa turns to me and asks “So are you the youngest in your family?” I shake my head “Actually, I’m the oldest.l.” He nods “Ah, I see. Must be hard being the eldest.” I chuckle “Ha, yeah it kind of is. Parents have very high expectations of me which is why my relationship with my father and mother is somewhat strained.”  Suddenly I hear both my little brothers run into the living room and I get up and hug them tightly “Hey Kiddos!” then I turn and see my dad entering the room looking at both and Seonghwa and I in shock. I walk over to my dad and wave “Hey dad, um I’m not dead.” My dad gives me a cold stare and says “Where did you run off to? If you wanted to move out you could have told us. You had your mom so worried sick she couldn’t even sleep.” I sigh then I look down at the floor and Seonghwa walks over to my dad and confidently extends his hand and says “Hello I’m Seonghwa, y/n’s husband.” My dad’s jaw drops while he shakes his hand and says “Are you serious? You never talked about dating anyone again. You rarely even left the house when you weren’t at work” I look over at Seonghwa and smile then I say “I met Seonghwa at the store I worked at dad.” My mom then grabs my hands and says “But you haven’t known him very long sweetheart how could you marry him a few months after meeting him?” I shake my head “Actually, I’ve known him for about 3 years, he was a regular at the store.”  My mom tilts her head in confusion “You just got out of a relationship a year and a half ago sweetie..”  Seonghwa gives my mom a warm smile “We started out as friends but after her breakup she was in bad shape and I kind of wanted to show her that not all men are bad. So, after we began dating we fell in love very deeply, and if I’m being honest I liked her way before we even started dating but out of respect for her relationship I decided not to make a move until she became single.” I nod and smile then my mom says “That’s very sweet of you, not many young men as respectful as you exist anymore sadly.” My mom’s eyes slightly narrow as she walks over to Seonghwa and examines his face a little closer “Sorry for changing the subject, I’ve just been meaning to ask this but how come there’s a wound on your cheek?” Seonghwa blinks, then gently touches the wound on his cheek and responds with a chuckle “Oh uh, her ex and I got into a fight last night..” I gulp and nervously look over at my parents “Ah yeah, it was bad. Kind of gave me secondhand embarrassment seeing him get what he deserved.” But it never happened… "Do you need some ointment for that sweetheart?" My mom gently tilts his head examining the wound "Oh no, I'm okay Mrs. y/ln I’m fine, y/n was kind enough to clean it for me this morning." Seonghwa gives my mom a sheepish smile causing my mom to smile back at him.” Well, you’re very handsome and it’d be a shame if it scars.”

My mom glances over at me gently grabbing my hand “So how come you disappeared without a word y/n? Did something happen?” This is so weird? She’s actually asking about my feelings, did me disappearing scare her that much? Why is she holding my hand? This is so unlike her. I look over at Seonghwa then back at my mom “Well, I wasn’t doing too well mentally so Seonghwa decided to take me on a trip and escape for a bit to gather my thoughts. It was on a whim actually, very last minute. He told me as soon as I closed the store that night.” 

My mom reaches over and holds both my hands “Please Sweetie don’t ever leave like that you really worried me. Please, at least next time let us know right away so we know you’re okay.” come visit us at least once a week.” I give my mom a soft smile and I look over at Seonghwa who had a guilty expression on his face. I then look back at my mom’s sad expression, her hair in a very messy bun with dark circles under her eyes. She really did lose sleep over me and I felt terrible for that. Judging from the way Seonghwa looked though I know he felt bad. I gently fix my mom’s messy hair and I say  “Actually that’s why I came here mom, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come and visit you guys since we’re planning on moving to Seonghwa’s home town. I just wanted to clear up any misunderstandings I probably created by disappearing on such short notice.” My mom looks down and sighs “You know, you being gone really made me think about how we weren’t being very good parents. ” My father silently stares at me while my mom avoids looking at me “Your father and I have always been hard on you, expecting so much from you constantly, and for that we’re so sorry.. We’re so sorry we caused you to become distant and keep so much from us..” I press my lips into a straight line and reach towards my mom “Mom, as long as you guys realize your mistakes it’s enough for me. I understand you wanted to raise me right, and of course I know I didn’t turn out the way you guys wanted me to but I hope you guys are still proud of me.” My mom pulls me into a hug “Sweetheart, I am proud of you. Your father and I are both proud of you, we just have some demons we haven’t yet been able to face even at our age.” Woah, why is she being so honest? Now I truly do think my “marriage” is what made her realize something.” I understand mom, which I why I feel like it’s best I leave so you can both process that and heal without me being your target. Time and distance cures things sometimes.” I pause feeling a knot in my throat for a few seconds then I continue “So I forgive you, for everything. Now it’s up to the both of you if you want to take the change or not, if not for me do it for my siblings. They need the safe and warm embrace of their parents.” My mom nods holding back tears, while gently cupping my face in her hands “We will try our hardest, not just for your siblings but for you as well. Even though we’re years too late.” My eyes begin to sting from the tears causing me to blink until the tears roll down my cheeks “It’s never too late mom, I just don’t want dad and you to die with regrets just how I don’t want to die resenting my parents. Regardless, I promise I’ll be in good hands.” My parents would freak out if they found out I don’t just live with one but 7 other guys, not to mention they’re all vampires who sacrifice humans to a scary Vampire demon named Draven.

After about an hour of talking to my parents and catching up I look at clock in the kitchen and realize the time. “I’m sorry mom It’s time for me to go.” She furrows her eyebrows “Why so early? You just got here?” I sigh “Well, it’s just that we leave tonight and I’ve got to get my bags ready.” Disappointed my mom hums and I feel my heart sink to my stomach. “Mom. Please take care, I’ll try calling you a few times a week okay?”  My mom kisses my forehead she reaches over at the counter and hands me a box filled with sweets she made and says “Here’s some cookies and other sweet things I made sweetie eat them well okay? I’ll be waiting for your call. I’m sorry you have to go in such a rush.” I hug her tightly holding back tears again then I gently kiss her cheek then my dad looks over towards Seonghwa and finally speaks after a while “Please take care of my daughter and treat her well. Me and her might not see eye to eye most of the time but she’s still my daughter and it would wreck us if anything happened to her.” Seonghwa nods and shakes my dad’s hand “Of course sir. I’d protect her with my life, she’s safe with me. Always.” My mom calls both my little brothers to come say goodbye and they tightly hug me “I have to go now, take care of mom okay?” They both nod and walk over to hide behind my mom. I walk towards the door and take one last look at my family “Bye mom, dad, kiddos. I’ll come back when I can okay?” I wave goodbye and walk towards the car with a huge knot in my throat then my eyes begin tearing up and as soon as I sit inside the car I begin to silently cry. Seonghwa gets in the car after waving goodbye and notices I'm crying, there was instant change of expression and he leans over to hug me “Hey, no don’t cry. It’s okay, this isn’t a goodbye you’ll see them one day. When we figure out what to do with the whole Draven situation we’ll come and see them as often as you want. I’m so sorry this is all my fault.” He kisses the top of my head while he gently strokes my hair. while I hold Seonghwa’s hand “No, you can’t help who you fall in love with. Besides I actually really like living with you and the guys, I don’t feel alone anymore. The only reason I’m crying is because of everything that’s happened I really expected to die at one point and all of that led to me wanting to at least make it clear to my family I’m not dead. It didn't help my parents telling me all that stuff made me really emotional.” Sadness and remorse clouded his features “I’m glad you were able to solve things with your family, even if it was because they genuinely did think you were dead which I really am sorry about. I’m sorry about the way we met and how we just kidnapped you like that. I’ve been meaning to apologize but out of pure fear of you somehow hating me I just keep silent.” Seonghwa wipes away my tears then I gently caress his hand with my thumb and smile “It wasn’t the best way to meet the love of your life but as crazy as it sounds I’m glad it happened because for once in my life a tragedy led to happiness and you’re my happiness Seonghwa.” He rests his forehead on mine and says in a quiet tone “I love you so much, your love is so pure.” I lean In and gently kiss his hand “I love you too, I’m glad I met you.”

Seonghwa looks into my eyes lovingly for a few seconds then snaps out of it and smiles “How about we head back home, I’m sure everyone is wondering where we are.” I nod and wipe the remaining tears from under my eyes. During one of the stop lights while I was looking out the window I see a strange ultra pale man with long black hair his eyes looked black and empty like an endless void and he seemed to be staring at me with a very serious and cold expression, not to mention he has painful looking scar over his left eye and a very interesting red jeweled necklace. I slowly and awkwardly look away and I look at the road in front of me. It was probably some weird guy trying to scare people. That’s so creepy. 

Eventually we make it home and as soon as I enter the house San runs in from another room and hugs me tightly “Miss y/n! Where did you go!? I was going to ask if you could make me a snack!” Wooyoung then runs into the room panting then says “San I said I’ll cook for you!! Oh, hi Seonghwa, hi Miss y/n I was wondering why I hadn’t seen either of you around.” Wooyoung walks over to us then I say “Oh yeah, we went to go visit my family because I didn’t want them thinking I was dead.”  Nonchalantly Wooyoung nods and says “Oh yeah, we kidnapped you I almost forgot about that.”  Seonghwa glares at Wooyoung then he nervously laughs and says “Yeah, we’re so sorry about that.” I shake my head “No worries, but enough of that we can talk about it later because guess what I brought you guys from my mom’s house!?” Both shrug while Seonghwa looks at us admiringly and San looks at the box says “What is it?” I open the pastel pink box with cookies and other sweets and smile “Some sweet things my mom made, I thought you guys would have loved to taste it since you guys liked my cookies and sweets so much. So I think you guys will love my mom’s a lot more because personally I think my mom’s are better.”  San gasps “Oh! We should! Seonghwa I’m stealing Miss y/n for a little bit we’re going to have a snack!” he links his arm with mine then begins to walk away then Seonghwa says “Don’t worry about having to do anything today my love have fun. San, don’t eat them all in one sitting they’re supposed to last us a few days.” While we walk away San chuckles and says “Okay dad” I turn and smile “I’ll have fun no worries! I’ll bring you blood earl grey tea with a snack later okay?” he nods and smiles then Wooyoung looks over at Seonghwa then over at San and I and catches up to us “Wait I wanna have some too!!” We walk into the kitchen and it looked as if Wooyoung began to work on something. I walk over to the stove then I look at Wooyoung and I give him a smirk “Aww, so you were actually starting to cook for San.” He nods then looks over at San slightly irritated “Yeah, I was going to surprise him but as soon as he heard the door open I heard him running towards the door like a crazy person.”  I look down at the sweets box and look back up at Wooyoung and smile “Do you wanna finish that then we can have this as a snack?” He nods and says “I was planning on cooking a dish my mom always cooked for me back when I was alive.” 

I set down the box on the table and I sit down while Wooyoung washes his hands “Ohh wow that sounds nice we can’t wait to taste it right San?” San nods giving me a dimpled smile “I’m looking forward to it too since Wooyoung always told me his mom’s cooking was the best.” San sits on the chair across from me while Wooyoung cooks then I fold my hands across my lap then San says “How did it go visiting your mom? Did she freak out?” I raise an eyebrow and chuckle “Uh, yeah she freaked out she thought I was dead.” He presses his lips together then says “Well of course but what I meant is did she notice Seonghwa was a vampire?” I shake my head and shrug “I actually don’t know, she never said anything but I’m sure she probably thought his eye color was weird I noticed she kept looking at his eyes alot she also asked abut the scar on his cheek” Wooyoung chuckles “Well I mean you’re supposed to look at people in the eye when you talk to them Miss y/n. I’ve noticed you don’t really do that you usually look away or look behind us when you talk to people.” I put my head down on the table to hide my flushed face “Do I really make it that noticeable?” San reaches over to me and pats my head and says “You do, it’s kind of endearing though. It shows how shy you are although I’ll give you credit for occasionally making eye contact.” While stirring something on the stove Wooyoung says “ My personal favorite is when you don’t look at our faces at all.” I lift my head and scrunch my nose “Well, I mean can you blame me?! You guys are gorgeous, like seriously it’s kind of intimidating. It’s almost inhuman how beautiful you guys are.” I put both my elbows on the table and I put my chin on my hands and I gaze out the window while a smile slowly grows on my lips “Especially Seonghwa he’s the definition of perfect.” San’s mouth hangs open then covers his mouth then Wooyoung says “I mean I knew I was handsome but I didn’t know we all were.” I clear my throat and I smooth down my skirt then San says “You really think we’re beautiful? Don't we scare you?” I look up for a few seconds while I think then I say “I mean yes, but that doesn’t take away from your beauty. My mom once told me when I was a little kid that vampires lure in a lot of their victims with their beauty. So she definitely wasn’t wrong about vampires being so beautiful.” San smiles and holds both my hands “You’re pretty cute yourself Miss y/n, I understand now why Seonghwa is so in love with you and waited hundreds of years just to be with you.” Wooyoung grabs a small piece of carrot and throws it at San causing both of us to flinch “San stop it, you’re being weird again” San looks over at Wooyoung slightly irritated and says “I was just complimenting her I wasn’t being weird” Wooyoung then turns and looks at San “What do you think Seonghwa would say?” San shrugs then looks over to me and smiles “I’m sure he knows Miss y/n is a very cute human so I don’t think he’ll flip out over a compliment.” Wooyoung leaves the pot to boil and sits next to San and says “What else did you see when you went to your parents’ house.” 

I tap my index finger to my chin then I say “Well, my dad was mad at me when he first saw me because I disappeared, I saw my little brothers, and also this is random but I saw a really pale guy with long black hair, black eyes and a huge scar on his left eye. He was staring at me with this really serious and scary facial expression but I think he was just trying to freak me out though.” San and Wooyoung’s eyes almost pop out of their skull then Wooyoung says in a very concerned tone “What was he wearing?” I shrug “Hm, he was wearing all black. I didn’t really pay much attention but he wasn’t badly dressed. I do remember his pitch black eyes, his scar and this really interesting blood red jeweled necklace because it looked a bit dated but those three are what stick out alot why? Do you guys know him?” San and Wooyoung both look at each other in complete horror then San says “We have to go tell Seonghwa and Hongjoong, this isn’t good. He knows.” My heart begins to race and my stomach drops then I get up from my seat not being able to sit still “Wh- What do you mean? Are you talking about Draven?” They both nod then they get up and Wooyoung turns the stove off and says “Stay with Miss y/n, I’ll go talk to them.” San nods and before I’m able to go back to my seat  I begin to shake to the point where I could barely stand up San then helps me sit down he then kneels in front of me holding my hands and says in a low comforting voice “We promise we’re going to do anything in our power to protect you.” My lip trembles and my eyes well up with tears then San says “Don’t cry. You might not know this but you’re far more powerful than you lead on, your bloodline will protect you too if anything happens to us.” I cover my mouth trying to keep myself from crying loudly. I don’t want to lose Seonghwa, I love him so much. I also don’t want to lose my new friends either. I don’t want anyone to suffer because of me. Seonghwa and all the guys including Mingi walk into the kitchen with Seonghwa immediately walking over to me taking me in his arms “Please don’t cry, you’re breaking my heart. It’s okay, remember I told you and your parents I’d protect you with my life and that’s what I’m going to do.” I hug him back tightly and bury my face in his chest while the other guys are unable to do anything but silently watch.

“I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you. I also can’t lose my friends, and that includes Mingi and Yunho even if they hate me. I can’t lose anyone of you guys.” He gently strokes my hair I then notice from the corner of my eye Mingi’s gaze going from cold to a soft concerned gaze. Yunho then looks over at Mingi then back at me, Seonghwa then says in a low tone “Everything will be okay.” He’s lying, he's trying to convince himself everything will be okay but I have a feeling he’s lying.. I pull back and he gently wipes my tears away “I’m going to be a sorceress like Ursula. I don’t know anything about being a witch but i’m not going to sit here and do nothing and watch you guys get punished because of me.” Yeosang looks over at the guys “I’ll help her. I’ve studied witches before so I have a few books on them.” I look over and see Yeosang give me a shy smile I then say in a barely audible tone “Thank you so much.” Hongjoong then says in a skeptical tone “So you saw Draven today? Why didn’t you tell Seonghwa?” I shrug while stippling my fingers “I honestly didn’t know that’s what he looked like, I genuinely thought it was just some weirdo on the street trying to mess with me so I brushed it off.” Seonghwa looks over at Hongjoong and says “It’s not her fault. It was mine for not telling her anything, for trying to pretend like she didn’t need to know. I’m sorry.”  San gently pats Seonghwa’s back and says “You wanted to protect her it’s okay. Besides, she’s not totally clueless. Wooyoung, Jongho and I have been telling her things about the supernatural world and the effect her blood will have on a vampire if they drink it” Jongho then chimes in.” We also kinda told her about our pact with Draven. Don’t get mad, we knew something like this was going to happen so that’s why we just went ahead and gave her a heads up.” Hongjoong stands there for a few seconds glaring at the boys then sighs “I would have been really upset but I mean you guys did the right thing so there’s not much I can do there, thank you for not leaving her in the dark about things.” He then turns to look at me and says “Miss y/n, I’d like to apologize on behalf of all of us for bringing you into this mess. I’m sure you regret meeting all of us.” I shake my head “Like I told Seonghwa earlier, I believe all of this was meant to happen. Somehow though I was able to find the beauty behind the madness, because of you guys I no longer feel alone and sad. The longer I’m here the more at home I feel, you guys are my destiny.” Yunho then says in a somber tone “Aren’t you scared knowing that because of us you’ll be a blood bank for Draven until you die?”

Evreyone looks at Yunho with a very surprised look on their faces then he continues “You know that’s the reality right Miss y/n? If he takes you that'll be the ugly reality you'll have to live. None of us wanted you to see it but you made it so hard because you kept asking too many questions.” I bite the inside of my lip “Well, of course I’m scared but fear isn’t going to stop me from stopping Draven, especially not when the love of my life and my friends are at stake. The reason I was asking so many questions is because of the way all of you made things sound, I had to find out for myself if there was a way I could help.” Yunho quietly nods in understanding and looks down “I honestly don’t know what we ever did to deserve you Miss y/n.” Did he just- Wooyoung looks over at Hongjoong and says “So, what do we do now? Do we summon Draven?” Hongjoong shakes his head while he massages the side of his temple “No, that’s the last thing we wanna do. We’ll have to wait until he appears himself, it’ll buy us alot of time.” I don’t know why but I keep hearing that phrase. Buying time. Seonghwa looks over at the stove and says “You didn’t get to eat did you?” I shake my head and he smiles “You should eat so that cute brain of yours works properly when you study.” He looks over at Yeosang and says “Do you mind staying with Miss y/n for a bit? Maybe you could start teaching her about her bloodline I’ll catch you up afterwards” He nods and evreyone walks out of the kitchen leaving me with Yeosang. He walks over to me and sits down in the chair in front of me while I grab some of the food Wooyoung prepared I serve Yeosang his favorite, just pure blood. I set it in front of him while I also set my plate down he then breaks the silence “It’s brave of you to try and help us.” I carefully pour tea into my cup “Of course, I’d do anything at this point for my friends but most importantly the love of my life.” Yeosang traces his index finger along the rim of the glass “That’s very sweet of you and a very pure intention that I hope works in your favor.” I shove a spoonful of food in my mouth he then pulls his finger away from the glass and clears his throat “So about your relative Sorceress Ursula, not only was she a well known pyromancer..” The corners of my eyes crinkle “What is that? I mean I’ve heard of them but I don;t really know what they do besides control fire..” A small smirk appears on his angelic features “Well, a pyromancer is a sorcerer who can manipulate and conjure up fire at will..” I take a sip of my tea then I say “Oh wow Ursula was pretty strong I’m sure it took her years.” Yeosang nods and says “Yeah she was but the more you study and practice I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, at least the basics in a few months.” Can I really do this? My only hope is that my determination is enough to help me.I stare at the table then I lift up my gaze and I say “I have a bad feeling I won’t have a few months.” Yeosang gives me a concerned look “Don’t say that, if only Seonghwa got a good look at the guy maybe we would know for sure if it was actually him but let’s just hope it wasn’t him. We’re probably just freaking over nothing.” 

After I finish eating Yeosang takes me to his work room located in the chapel. He opens the wooden door to reveal a dimly lit room with beakers and flasks each containing different substances and along the walls were bookshelves filled with many different kinds of books. It was like a small time capsule of a Victorian era laboratory. I quietly gasp and smile “Oh my gosh Yeosang, you have so many books!” he chuckles and gently massages his neck slightly embarrassed “I guess I do, thing is that’s not even half of them. A Lot of the books in the whole house are mine the other ones are either Seonghwa or Hongjoong’s” I walk over to a bookshelf and immediately spot Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes “Oh my gosh, can I borrow this? Is this the original cover?” He nods “It is, I remember when it first came out it’s nice to see you have a really great taste in books and of course, I have the whole series so whenever you want to borrow a book just let me know.” I smile and hug the book then Yeosang puts on his glasses and inspects carefully at the bookshelves eventually pulling out a few books “I don’t wanna overwhelm you with reading but I feel like these 4 books have very good information on not just beginner spells but also a little more intermediate. I also  gave you one specific book for necromancy if you want to dip your toes into that. I will say necromancry is powerful, but I trust you will use it correctly.” He puts the 4 thick books in my arms and I glance at him with concern “What if I accidentally hurt you guys..” Yeosang gently puts his hand on my shoulder “It won’t happen, I know so. Trust yourself.” I nod then Yeosang pulls a chair and clears a small space on the table and smiles “You can sit here and read while I work on a few things. If you have a question you can just ask.” I sit down and open the first book and I begin to read, a few hours pass until I started dozing off. I should really go freshen up, I’m falling asleep and this isn’t the time to be falling asleep no matter how boring these books are. “Hey Yeosang, I’ll be right back I have to use the bathroom.” He nods and without looking up from his notes says “Okay, I’ll be here. Hurry back.”

Once I finish I wash my hands and walk outside. I walk past Mingi’s room and I hear the door open and immediately I come to a halt, I slowly turn around and see Mingi standing in the middle of the hallway. I gasp and I run towards the stairs until I feel him grab my arm and he says in a sincere but very soft tone “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Stay on guard y/n. I gently pull my hand away from Mingi’s grip and I step back a bit “Do you need something Master Mingi?” I say in a serious tone he nods then says in a soft voice almost like he’s whispering “I’m not supposed to be anywhere near you without anyone else here with me but after hearing you call me a friend I honestly felt terrible for what I did to you. I let the prejudice between vampires and witches get in the way of seeing what a great caring person you are and for that I’m sorry.” I glance over at Mingi and his face was painted with remorse, I quietly sigh and cross my arms in front of my chest “Master Mingi, you tried to kill me. I can’t just trust you that easily after something like that that’s not how it works.” He runs his hands through his hair and nods “Yeah I know, I just wanted to put it out there that I don’t hate you anymore especially after seeing how much you genuinely mean to everyone else here especially Seonghwa.” I stare at the ground for a few seconds then he reaches over to touch my shoulder and out of fear I slightly jump up and he pulls his hand back “I’m so sorry.”  I fidget with my fingers then I look up at him “I forgive you Master Mingi. I understand your urges are hard to control at times especially being around humans but I think It was also my fault too for making it even harder for you to control yourself by going into that room even after Seonghwa told me not to and making you upset so for that I’m so sorry.” Mingi looks in to the distance as if he was trying to process my apology then he says “It’s okay, it’s just the reason Seonghwa told you not to go in there is because there are artifacts in that room that if touched by a human the power surging through those items could kill you.” Wow, but what are they used? Sacrifices? “Hm, like what?”

Mingi looks around making sure no one is around and steps closer towards me “Well, one of them is the Shard of Hades, it is said to be made of the Hades’ own weapon the bident. It grants you huge amounts of power and is able to control masses. Which is why anytime a human touches it they die, due to the dark energy emanating from it. The only beings to ever be able to wield this weapon is immortals like gods, demons, or vampires which is why it’s dangerous. One huge drawback with immortals wielding it is that if their willpower is not strong enough the dark energy consumes them thus sucking the immortality out of them.” I raise my eyebrow “Why is this in your possession if it’s so dangerous?” Mingi shrugs “It belonged to our creator, we honestly don’t know how he got a hold of it. He left it behind after he died so we decided to keep it away from Draven because one thing for sure is that he would definitely take advantage of its powers.” I narrow my eyes slightly “Hm okay then how come the door wasn’t locked?” He presses his lips into a straight line “It was…Just maybe not for humans. The sigil on the door, in the room and under your bed are a protection sigil that way we’d know if anything unhuman has entered our home. Unfortunately we underestimated you, usually people don’t get ballsy enough to go down there after we tell them not to which is our mistake.” I’m guessing even vampires themselves majorly fuck up. “I mean you can’t expect humans to listen and submit to everything you say even if their lives are in danger..” He looks over his shoulder again and says “I mean to be fair we never expected it because this is the very first time a human has stayed here this long, they’re usually either dinner or a sacrifice.” I nervously laugh then Mingi gasps and shakes his head “Oh no, you’re not either of those don’t worry.” MIngi looks away then looks at the ground.

“y/n? Can I tell you something and please don’t take this the wrong way” I slightly raise my eyebrows and I say “What is it Master Mingi?” He awkwardly shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and says in a slight embarrassed tone “So, Yunho told me your cooking is really good and I was wondering if maybe one day if you’re comfortable enough with me I could maybe try it?” I never thought I’d see the day where Master Mingi would confess him wanting to try my cooking, that’s so cute. “Oh you mean like have dinner with Masters San, Wooyoung, Jongho and me?” He nods while looking away clearly embarrassed “Of course, you can join us tomorrow if you’d like.” I nod and for a few seconds we stand there with Mingi suddenly getting really quiet then I hear Yeosang call out my name. Mingi looks at me with eyes pleading me not to tell anyone that we’ve talked. He puts his index finger in front of his lips and quickly goes back into his room. A few seconds later Yeosang walks up the stairs and sees me walking down the hallway and says “I’m sorry I got worried. You were gone for quite a while is everything okay?” I nod “Yeah, everything is okay my mind was just wandering and I kind of lost track of time.” I begin walking down the stairs with Yeosang walking next to me, eventually we get back to his science room and I go back to studying for a few more hours while Yeosang is busy observing a mixture in a beaker bubbling over a burner and tending to other stuff in his lab. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and Yeosang automatically says “Come in.” too focused reading I feel someone kiss the top of my head and I look up and see it’s Seonghwa he then says “Sorry it took long my love me and Hongjoong just got caught up talking that we lost track of time. ”

He turns and looks at Yeosang and says “Hey, Hongjoong wants to see you he’s gonna go over what we talked about.” Yeosang turns off the burner and continues writing stuff down “Okay, i’ll be there in a few I just need to finish writing this observation.” I close the book I was reading then I say “I’ll just go back to our room and study” Seonghwa tilts his head slightly “How about so you’re not by all yourself you can stay with me in my work room?” I smile then I say “Anything to have an excuse to hang out with you.” He chuckles then helps me with my books then I before I walk out the door I tap Yeosang’s shoulder and I say “Thank you for the books, I’ll return them to you when I’m done” He smiles shyly and says “Of course anytime also please take your time and let me know if you need help with something” I nod then I walk over to Seonghwa and we head over to his work room. As soon as I enter I notice his work room has no windows, his work space is also very neat and tidy and like Yeosang his work space was a small time capsule, now I understand why they don’t really leave their workspaces that often. I’m sure it reminds them of when they were alive. I look over at Seonghwa and quietly giggle “Wow, you’re very neat and tidy and this looks like a workspace of a 17th century poet it’s really beautiful.” He nods and sets down my books onto his desk and says “I’m glad you like it, a lot of the things in here are things I used to own when I was a human.” He gently touches a small wooden music box and lifts up his gaze to look back at me and continues “Like this music box, it doesn’t work anymore but having it here with me is comforting.” I softly smile while I take a closer look at it without touching it. “I like it, I think it’s cute how much you treasure this. It's like a reminder that you were once human and your life prior to becoming a vampire.” he nods and sits down on his slightly worn leather chair and says “Yes, it is a much needed reminder and if I’m honest, when you turn into this you tend to forget your human qualities and tend to become very inhuman. Not just physically but in the way you think too, you lose yourself…”

I sit down in the chair in front of his desk and I carefully watch him “I lost myself and turned into a monster, that in the moment I couldn’t tell until I realized it was you we were going to sacrifice. The love of my life, my soul mate. You brought me back to my senses.” I smile and reach for his hand “I’m so proud of you for realizing your mistake, I'm sure those urges are very hard to handle and it’s very easy to lose yourself and give in to that animalistic behavior.” Somewhat ashamed he silently nods and I sit there gently rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand. “All those sacrifices don’t define you. Part of me believes you did it because you had to not because you wanted to.” He reaches over and strokes my cheek without breaking eye contact, he then lets out a small sigh and says “Of course I had no other choice, none of us did. Draven and his older brother saved all of us from the brink of death and working for him was a way to repay him for keeping us alive.” Everything is beginning to make sense as to why they’re tied down to this evil thing, not only do they have a contract with him but he’s also probably one of the reasons they’re not dead. Me being here is only going to make things worse for them, I can’t let them take the fall because of me. If they’re going to live forever they should be able to live a life they enjoy not live a life as henchmen for a demon. “So in a way he’s keeping all of you to work for him against your will.”

Seonghwa nods and sits back on his chair falling completely silent once again until I speak “Now I see the loyalty for this man isn’t because you admire him, it’s out of fear…” I look at one of the books from the corner of my eye and look back at Seonghwa’s sullen expression. The only way to truly make Seonghwa happy is to defeat this demon. I force a smile and say “I’ll work hard to protect you, I won’t let you suffer.” Seonghwa’s face lights up a little bit and gestures me to give him a hug. I get up and walk behind his desk and I lean over and hug him while I rest my head on his shoulder “Can I ask you ask a question?” He hums slightly nodding his head “What was your life as a human?” He chews the inside of his cheek completely avoiding eye contact with me so I hesitantly grab his hand again “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He shakes his head “No, it’s just kind of a hard thing to look back on but it’s also something you need to know about me before you make your choice whether you want to stay with me or not.” I raise my eyebrow slightly surprised. He clears his throat and adjusts in his chair and gently pulls me over so that I sit on his desk facing him “So, when I was human it was my father, mother, my older sister and I. Years before I was born my great grandfather was a former warrior for our village who eventually turned into a thief, he was later killed for his actions after he robbed a noble after he almost killed him. Unfortunately, my family suffered the consequences for my grandfather’s actions and my whole family was ostracized from the village and we were treated like outcasts. That led to our family to become very poor and unable to afford food and other important necessities a lot of the time. So as I grew up I resented not only my grandfather but the people of our village for blaming us who had done nothing. One day when my older sister got severely ill I had no choice but to steal the medicine she needed to get better. The bad part is that from that day forward it was a habit that soon turned into something I enjoyed, I enjoyed seeing those people responsible for my family’s ostracization suffer even if it was at my expense. I slowly became a well known delinquent in the village, constantly getting into fights and trouble to the point where my mother eventually stopped reacting to my injuries from how frequent it was.“ I would have never guessed Seonghwa being this type of person prior to becoming a vampire. I genuinely thought he probably came from a rich family or was a royal himself. The way he carries himself is so proper and prince like, nothing like the delinquent he says he was. “Wow, that’s- I’m so sorry you went through this, you spent your human life on survival mode.” He meets my eyes and says “I’m sorry I was not the person you probably thought I was. In a way I deceived you, I was a horrible person and I did many things I wish I could take back. You have no idea how much I hate myself, I could have become better but I didn’t. I became what my village expected of me.” I pull his hands a little closer to me resting them on my lap “Look, I’m not going to sit here and say what you did was okay because it wasn’t. The good thing is that if you recognize your mistake, you’re headed in the right direction. You feeling remorse for your actions means that you do have a heart.” He furrows his eyebrows and I continue “No one is perfect whether they are living or undead” He sighs and defeatedly looks away from me “I know. I just want to be perfect for you.” I smile and pull him into my arms, his head resting on my chest “I know you do, but you don’t have to. I’m happy the way you are. Flaws and everything, just how you love me for me.” He pulls me a little closer to him while I gently stroke his sliver hair, we stay quiet for a few minutes enjoying being in each other’s arms until Seonghwa eventually pulls back “I almost forgot to tell you how I met our creator Sir Jongkook.” I give him a small smile “Go ahead, I'm listening.”

Seonghwa laces his fingers with mine and looks up at me from his seat “Well, Sir Jongkook and Draven were explorers at the time and they happened to stay at our village since our village was well known for its nightlife. It just so happened he was on his way to meet up with Draven at a tavern near the nightlife district and that’s when he runs into me getting the living daylights beat out of me after I foolishly picked a fight with the mayor’s son, I eventually became outnumbered. So, I don’t remember this part as I was passed out by then but Sir Jongkook fended them off, when he got closer to my body to check up on me and he realized how severe the beating was. He decided to feed me his blood because I was very close to dying and he felt horrible and didn’t want to just leave me there so he figured he’d take me in his care and give me a new life, one where I wasn’t so vulnerable and troublesome.” I see why they’re so fond of this man, he was very empathetic for a vampire. I can only imagine how happy he made them in order them to admire them so much they still keep a painting of him. “So I’m guessing your creator was one of those rare vampires who aren’t evil?” He nods “Yes, he was a very good man. I learned a lot from him, the rest are very fond of him too. He was there when we needed him the most.” I hold his face in my hands gently stroking around the wound on his cheek “I promise we’ll bring your creator back home, so he can finally rest in peace.” He pushes back a strand of hair behind my ear and rests his forehead on mine “ I love how empathetic you are towards our creator despite never meeting him, you would have loved him..”  Great aunt Ursula please, if you can hear me please help me I’m begging you. I know I just found out about you not long ago but I need help awakening my powers. I need to redeem myself, for not only letting a person die but I need to find a way to get rid of Draven one way or another to end this.

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{5} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Wooyoung & Yunho this chapter)

Words: 10,144

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

A/n: Alright!! Next part time!! I’m honestly really excited for the next part already since I have so much planned ehehehe, but I think this one is a good one, too. I’d love to know any and all theories you guys may have as to what you think may or may not happen next. I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Mini Masterlist

Two days have passed since you’ve shared that moment with Hongjoong in the garden. Even you can tell that there’s been another shift in your dynamics with them. For now, even if you’re still a little cautious around them, the trust not one hundred percent established, you’re trying.

Seonghwa’s words still echo throughout your mind every now and then, and you know the rest of them have caught glimpses of you thinking about that moment within the eldest’s tailor shop over the past two days. Yet, none of them have pushed you on the matter, nor does it seem like Seonghwa told them anything of your insecurities. A fact of which warms your heart that they would all respect your privacy like that.

They all really aren’t so bad after all. You just aren’t ready to reveal that part of yourself to all of them yet.

Now-a-days, though, you find your mind battling with the more logical side of yourself. Yes, you do want to continue growing to trust them. They’ve done nothing to hurt you, or make you feel like you’re truly trapped here with them since you’ve arrived. Time and time again, they’ve proven that all they want to do is take care of you - to cherish and love you in their own ways - and provide whatever they can in each and every way possible. 

Still, you cannot help but to doubt yourself. They are demons, and they did lure you to them one way or another. They did stalk you for quite a period of time, and they have admitted to doing some pretty shady things. Breaking and entering into your apartment, stealing your things, watching you sleep: the list seems to be growing every day.

Should you really be trusting them? Do they even deserve that?

Maybe, or maybe not. You’re still not fully decided, but for now, you’re simply taking things day by day, and seeing how things go. There’s no point in crying over it anymore, and really, making the best out of the situation at hand isn’t hurting anyone. You think you could actually get used to this.

Which is exactly how you find yourself shooting pool that second evening in the game room. The familiar sound of your favourite songs flow through the bluetooth speakers they have set up in the area, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

Movement out of the corner of your eyes catches your attention, drawing your gaze to the open doorway that leads into the hall.

“Want some company?” Wooyoung leans against the open doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with a tender look in his eyes.

You blink. This is the first time he’s asked you if you wanted his presence around instead of simply just inserting himself into your space. A fact which warms your heart more than you care to admit. To say it’s refreshing would be an understatement.

You smile at him. For the first time in what feels like forever, you actually smile at him. 

“Sure.”

Wooyoung nearly collapses on the spot. Not only did you just genuinely smile at him, but you also agreed to let him keep you company. He could not be happier right now, and he finds he has to keep his hands from shaking as he takes his first step into the game room.

You, on the other hand, don’t really pay him any mind, opting to finish your round of pool before anything else. The familiar clack of the billiards sinking into the sockets reaches your ears as the final ball is sunk, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

“You’re good at this,” he comments, and you notice him leaning against the back of the couch.

“Thanks,” you reply, digging in the sockets to collect the billiards to start setting up another round. “Do you play?”

“On occasion,” he hums, and you don’t seem to notice the way his fingers dig into the cushion of the couch for support. He’s still attempting to wrap his head around the fact that you’re actually talking to him right now. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for.

Quirking a brow, you’re quick to hand him a cue stick, meeting his gaze in challenge, “show me what you’ve got, demon boy.”

The growl he has to suppress that builds in his chest is nothing short of feral as he grabs the cue stick from your hand, his mind swirling with what exactly he can show you. Your words are dangerous, and if he were given the chance, he’d show you everything that he’s made of. All you’d have to do is ask.

Instead, Wooyoung smirks. “You’re on.”

“No funky demon magic allowed,” you narrow your eyes at him in warning.

He scoffs, almost offended, “I would never.”

“Mmhmm,” you shoot him a skeptical look, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Hand me the triangle.”

“The triangle?” He quirks a brow.

“You know,” you motion vaguely to the object resting beside him on the edge of the couch. “The cue rack.”

“Oh,” he nods, handing it to you in the next moment. “Triangle?”

“Pyramid,” you raise it in the air, the topmost point facing upwards before flipping it so the flat edge is now at the top, “diamond. Whatever you want to call it.”

He laughs, “triangle it is.”

You cannot suppress the amused grin that tugs at your lips as you place the rack onto the table, collecting the balls and lining them up once more, “triangle it is.”

The whole time, Wooyoung watches you with a soft smile on his face. He leans slightly against the pool cue for support as his eyes shine. There seems to be an air of ease about you, and he doesn’t quite understand why, or how it came to be, but he is most certainly not complaining. In fact, he’d say you’ve never looked calmer around him: more relaxed.

Maybe it’s the music playing through the speakers, of which you seem to be subconsciously humming along to. Perhaps it’s whatever that has gone on within the past two days, or that conversation with Seonghwa you seemed to have had. Whatever it is, though, Wooyoung could not be more grateful.

“Last ball, or eight ball?” You look up at him once you’ve set everything up, lifting the rack back off of the table and tossing it onto the couch.

“You choose,” he replies, a soft smile gracing his features.

Well, isn’t he just being extra considerate tonight?

Wooyoung smirks, and you nearly huff in amusement as you notice. You just know that he’s read your thoughts just now. After all, you’re not currently thinking of that void.

“Okay,” you say, grabbing the chalk to coat the tip of the cue once more, “how about a round of last ball and then we can go from there?”

“Sounds good to me,” he nods. Really, he’s just happy to be spending time with you. “You want to break?”

You shake your head, rolling the cue ball over to him from across the table.

“Like I said,” you smirk in challenge, “show me what you’ve got, demon boy.”

Wooyoung grins, hand reaching out to grab the cue ball as he lines up his first shot. Leaning over the table, his eyes glint, loving the feeling of your gaze on him watching his every movement. All he wants to do is impress you, and if he can with this, then he’s convinced that he can do anything.

The resounding clack of the balls being scattered around the table fills the air, a few sinking into the pockets at the side. He’s managed to sink about four, already moving around the table to line up his next shot.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you nod, seemingly impressed. He grins.

“Do you play often?” His voice manages to pull you out of your own thoughts as you watch him angle his next shot. He clicks his tongue as he just misses sinking the ball.

“When I was younger, I used to,” you reply, walking around the table and observing where you want to shoot. “My parents had a table in their basement and I would always play with my sister whenever she had friends over.” A brief pause as a soft smile tugs at your features. “And my dad.”

Wooyoung smiles. You’re finally opening up to him! So, this is what it feels like to have your full and undivided attention on him after so long. A feeling he wouldn’t trade for the world as he rests once more against the back of the couch.

You make your shot, managing to sink two balls at once.

“I was always the player they never expected,” you smirk.

The familiar beat of one of your favourite songs starts to play through the speakers, giving you a boost of confidence. Leaning back over the table, you line up your next shot, nodding your head along to the music. On a particular note, you make your shot, the echoing clack resonating with the track playing in the background as you sink another billiard.

“I feel like I should be worried, then,” he chuckles, grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Nah,” you shrug, cursing under your breath as you miss your next shot. “It’s usually all just luck.”

Wooyoung pushes himself off of the couch, moving closer to the table as his eyes scan over the top to determine which play he wants to make next.

“Stop being so humble,” he replies, leaning over and lining up his cue. A quick flick of his arm and he’s sinking another billiard. “If you have the skill, own it.”

Your protest dies in your throat at the way he quirks a brow at you. The way you avert your gaze, somewhat shyly, has his heart soaring in his chest. Finally, he’s done something right.

“And if you want something,” he meets your gaze once more, smirk dancing on his features. “Take it.”

Your eyebrows raise in mild surprise, a look of discontent taking over your features. “You mean like how you stole my panties?”

Wooyoung at least has the decency to freeze for a moment as he lines up his next shot. That is, until he’s raising his head to meet your gaze with a cheeky grin on his face, his mind flashing to where he’s safely stored the pair in his room. “Exactly.”

You snort out a laugh, rolling your eyes in the next moment. “I guess that’s where we differ.”

He glances up at you again briefly as he makes his next shot, sinking another ball. In an instant, he’s setting up another shot, the billiards getting fewer and fewer as each minute passes by.

“I’m more of the mindset of when you want something,” a dangerous smirk tugs slowly at the corner of your lips as you lean against his vacated spot on the back of the couch, “all you need to do is ask.”

Wooyoung’s shot barely even hits the cue ball, the stick grazing it as he loses his grip momentarily. His mind is far too consumed by what you’ve just told him to focus on anything for the moment, thoughts swirling with the vast implications behind your words.

Your face lights up, noticing the cue ball didn’t hit any of the other billiards. “Sweet, free ball!”

Taking a step forward and grabbing the ball from the table, you move to set it where you want to now. You’re hyper aware of how his gaze has darkened, eyes fixed on your form as you bend over the table to line up your next shot.

“Stop staring at my ass.” You huff, and immediately the gaze you felt practically burning a hole into your back lessons.

You straighten after sinking another ball, turning to look at him from over your shoulder. He seems to be looking around innocently, but it’s the death grip that he has on the cue stick that gives him away. 

You huff out a laugh, “you look tense.”

“Oh, do I?” He hums, feigning innocence as he meets your gaze. Only, in the next second, he sees you leaning back over the table. This time, you’re facing him, and your shirt just so happens to fall open the slightest bit. He hisses through his teeth. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Am I?” You quirk a brow, righting yourself after you make another shot, managing to sink two more balls. There’s only two left at this point, and with the angle they’re at, even though it will be difficult, you believe you can make the shot.

“I thought you said no cheating.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest after he leans the cue stick against the couch beside him.

“No, I said you couldn’t use any funky demon magic to help you win,” you grin, lining up your next shot carefully. Exhaling a low breath, you make the shot, sinking the final two balls with a self-satisfied smile on your face. You turn to meet his gaze, eyes flashing with mischief. “I never said I couldn’t be a shark.”

His eyes narrow, impressed. “Touché.”

You giggle, and fuck, if it isn’t the most beautiful sound Wooyoung has ever heard in his life. The only thing he knows would sound sweeter would be his own name falling from your lips in a whimper as he makes you come for him over, and over, and over again.

Your voice calling out to him manages to pull him from his much too vivid thoughts of claiming you right up against this pool table like he’s always desired.

“How about we make the next round more interesting?” You quirk a brow, already having gathered most of the billiards form the sockets at the one end of the table.

“You’re on.” He smirks. “What do you have in mind?”

Of course, he’ll let you set your own terms and conditions. The last thing he wants is for you to change your mind and kick him out after he’s finally getting to spend some more time with you. It was agony watching each of his brothers slowly get closer to you while he practically sat in the shadows, watching and waiting for the prime opportunity to bond with you. He most certainly doesn’t want to scare you off again.

“Hmm,” you hum, tapping at your lips with your one finger in contemplation as you think. Lips which he longs to feel pressed against his skin in the most intimate of ways. “How about the winner gets to call in a favour from the loser at some point?”

“What type of favour?” Wooyoung’s heart nearly begins to beat right out of his chest in anticipation, excitement lingering in his voice.

“Anything within reason.” You reply, only for your eyes to narrow at him in the next moment. “Nothing sexual, obviously.”

Wooyoung places a hand over his chest in mock offence, “I would never.”

“Mmhmm,” you look at him skeptically as you move over to grab the cue rack from the couch. “Sure.”

He simply smiles innocently back at you, grabbing the cue stick he’s left resting beside him back into his hands. In the next moment, he’s pushing himself off of the back of the couch, watching as you finish setting up the next round.

“Eight ball this time,” you say, lifting the cue rack off of the table and tossing it back onto the sofa. You meet his gaze with a smug look adorning your features. “Winner takes all.”

Wooyoung smirks, a pleasant shiver running down his spine as he notices you looking at him like that. A look of which he could get used to seeing on your features. “You’re on.”

Moving back around the table, the cue ball rests in your hand. In an instant, you’re lining up your first shot, leaning over the table with that air of confidence he’s come to notice lingering around you since he first saw you playing merely thirty minutes ago.

“Winner breaks,” you say, your shot resounding around the room in the next moment and seemingly echoing your words.

Already, three of the billiards sink into opposite sockets, the first to be sunk being a stripped ball. Looks like those are the ones that you’re going to be shooting this round. You nod to yourself, already moving around the table to line up your next shot.

The whole time, Wooyoung watches you with a heated gaze. There’s just something about watching you like this - the way he can practically see the passion dripping off of your determined form - that has a pleasant shiver crawling up his spine. In the back of his mind, he wonders if you’ll extend that same passion to him some day.

His mind starts to wander. Is this what you would be like with your lover? Would your movements be just as precise, just as confident when you know exactly what you want from him, unafraid to take it all? Everything he is, everything he has to offer, is yours. He only hopes that someday he can say the same for you about him.

Your fingers snapping in front of his face draws him out of his much too loud thoughts, coming back to reality with a few blinks of his eyes.

“You okay there?” You joke, a chuckle falling from your lips.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung clears his throat. It’s been a while since he’s zoned out like that. Though, he supposes that’s just the effect you have on him. He smiles. “More than okay.”

“Anyways,” you say, a raise to your brows as you turn away from him. “It’s your turn.”

He blinks, a subtle nod to his head as he pushes himself off of the back of the couch. Honestly, he’s surprised you didn’t just continue shooting even after you missed considering he was that out of it. Then again, from the looks of things, you only have a few more balls to sink anyways.

Stepping up to the table, Wooyoung decides to up his game. No more taking it easy on you. The winning offer is far too tempting for him. Besides, his mind is already reeling with what he could request of you.

Perhaps he can ask you to watch a movie with him where it’s finally just the two of you. Alone. He could wrap you in his arms and hold you close, burying his face into the side of your neck as he leans into you, or you into him. It might be a little too wishful thinking at this point, even for him, but he can’t help but to imagine trailing kisses over the skin of your neck, echoes of your soft giggles ringing in his ears as he does so.

Or maybe, he could take you out on a date. You have been stuck in the house for quite a while, so he’s sure that he can make you even happier if he took you out somewhere. The only problem is, he doesn’t quite know where he would take you. There’s far too many places he wants to show you, spots that are completely his own that not even his brothers have been to yet. You, on the other hand, would be welcome at any time.

Then, the perfect idea strikes him as he goes to line up his fifth shot. He’ll ask you to watch him dance. Finally, after waiting so long to be able to show you his own passion, his thoughts and feelings, his desire for you, he’d be able to. Maybe then he could finally impress you in the way he wants to most. Maybe then you’ll understand how much you truly mean to him.

Indulging in these fantasies now seems to be his downfall as he misses what would have been his second to last shot. 

He clicks his tongue, cursing under his breath as he pulls away from the table. Yet, when he looks over at you, he already sees you observing him carefully. He meets your gaze, and what he sees hiding behind your eyes has his breath hitching in his throat. His heart races in his chest.

You’re looking at him with mild surprise on your features, but hidden within your gaze, he can see how impressed you truly are.

Wooyoung has to suppress the pleased growl that wants to escape him at seeing you looking at him like this. Unfortunately for him though, it seems as if you’ve started thinking of that damned void again, blocking your thoughts from being easily accessed. Still, he cannot deny the way he absolutely revels in your gaze.

Finally, after what feels like years, you’re looking at him. Actually, truly looking at him. He only hopes that you like what you see staring back, for he’s always known that he’s liked you from the very first moment he laid his eyes on you.

Shaking your head, you seemingly snap yourself out of your own thoughts. Your grip on the cue stick in your hands tightens as you step up to the table once more. There are only three more billiards you need to sink to win, including the eight ball, while Wooyoung only has two. Really, it’s now of never.

Deciding to play the safe route, you line up to sink your last shots one by one. Slowly, the resounding clack of the billiards sinking into their respective sockets echoes around the room until you only have the eight ball left to sink. It’s a bit of a difficult shot, but you think you can make it.

“Top left,” you call, motioning to the aforementioned pocket with the tip of your pool cue.

Wooyoung quirks a brow in acknowledgment, the corner of his lips twitching upwards as well. His arms cross in front of his chest once more, his own cue tucked into the crook of his elbow.

It’s a bit of a weird feeling - odd, and unexpected - having someone brush up against your mind with their own. Almost as if a hand is reaching out to gently caress the inside of your skull, like a cat rubbing up against your leg. Only, you can picture clearly the way the black surface of your envisioned void ripples beneath the touch, and you just know that he has something to do with it. Especially when you glance up to see his eyes so focussed on you.

The sensation distracts you so much that you end up missing your shot.

“You did that on purpose.” You frown, standing back up to your full height as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Did I?” He hums, amused, as he steps up to the table to quickly make his second last shot. Once the billiard has sunk, he’s pointing to one of the corner pockets. “Bottom right.”

Your gaze is fierce as you watch him, jaw clenched at how he dared to distract you during your last shot just so he could win. Seems like someone really wants that favour.

Well, two can play at this game.

Luck seems to be on your side, too, for one of your favourite Taemin songs, Press Your Number, is playing through the speakers right at this very moment. The envisioned dance alone is enough to make you smirk.

It happens so quickly, that by the time Wooyoung pulls his arm back to make the shot, he ends up shooting wide, the cue ball just hitting the eight ball enough to practically give you an easy winning shot.

The growl that escapes his lips is nothing short of feral as he watches you quickly step up to the table across from him and line up your shot. That damned dance is still playing through your mind, along with your subtle mental praises and reactions for the man that is sensually moving his hips in time with the beat.

“Middle left,” you motion to the pocket with a jerk of your chin.

The resounding clack of the eight ball sinking into the pocket echoes throughout the room. 

You grin. “I win.”

Wooyoung has half the mind to ask for a rematch this very instant, but the majority of his thoughts are consumed by the fact that you purposefully opened your thoughts back up to his only to throw your praises and affection towards someone else. That fucking dancer, no less. Really, this is worse than what San and Mingi went through the other week with you, because at least that didn’t feel pointed. At least what you thought before didn’t hurt.

“You did that on purpose,” he scowls, eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness.

“Whatever do you mean?” You smile innocently at him, blinking a few times as you tilt your head. “I was simply enjoying the music.”

Oh, you were enjoying it, alright. Still are, in fact, the ending notes of the song resounding throughout the room.

Wooyoung has to suppress another growl that builds in his throat.

“Looks like you owe me a favour,” you chuckle, placing your cue stick back onto the holder on the side wall.

In the blink of an eye, he’s behind you, reaching over and placing his own cue back onto the holder beside yours. You can practically feel his breath on your neck as he leans into you, voice low right by your ear. “What’ll it be, gorgeous?” 

Even though he knows you said the favour wouldn’t be anything sexual, Wooyoung cannot help but hold onto a hope that you’ll change your mind. After all, he’d do anything for you, and if he can start by taking your thoughts off of the way Taemin can move his hips, and have you thinking about his own instead, he will. In a heartbeat.

“Oh, no,” you turn around to face him, a smirk dancing along your lips. “I think I’ll save this one for later.”

The suggestive undertone of your words does not go unnoticed by him, especially when you place a hand onto his chest. Even if it’s just a simple brush of your fingers to get him to step away from you, Wooyoung cannot deny the way his skin tingles beneath your touch. Only now, he craves more.

“Whenever you want me, I’ll be there,” his voice rumbles out, low with the rawness of his words.

You cannot suppress the shiver that runs down your spine at the implications behind what he’s just told you. You swallow, glad you’ve started thinking about your void again so he cannot hear your much too loud thoughts echoing around your mind about just how you may or may not want him in the future. However, seeing the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips, you’re not so sure that it’s worked.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he’s backing away from you, his demeanour doing a full one-eighty as a bright smile pulls onto his lips.

“So,” he begins, “wanna play Mario Kart?”

Your lips part ever so slightly, caught off guard. That is, until a grin of your own is pulling onto your features. “You’re on.”

The next few hours are spent absolutely demolishing Wooyoung’s ass in Mario Kart, and even Smash Bros soon after. Both San and Yeosang join you at some point, entering in on your Battle Royale only to both be severely defeated by you. That is, until you decide to play teams, of which both you and Yeosang manage to crush San and Wooyoung.

It happens so naturally, that each male thinks it’s almost subconscious on your part, but after winning a particularly tense round with Yeosang, you give him a high five. The smile that paints your features is nothing short of breathtaking, and each male cannot help the way that their hearts race in their chests. Yeosang, though, could feel his hand tingling for the next forty minutes after you had touched him, and neither San’s, nor Wooyoung’s jealous glares could bring him down.

Eventually, Mingi came to join you for a few rounds, but he opted to simply observe the games rather than play for the moment. That is, until you tapped out for the evening, stating that you were getting too tired to continue.

Then, you do something completely unexpected. You wish them all a good night.

Yeosang is the first to snap himself out of his shock, returning your soft smile with a gentle one of his own, and bidding you a good night. Then, it’s both Mingi and Wooyoung who tell you to sleep well, while San mumbles an almost breathless ‘night’ as a loving smile tugs at his own lips.

Each male is revelling in the fact that they were all able to spend time with you, laughing and joking while playing games together. It all felt so natural, too. A type of ease settling over all of you as you slowly but surely opened yourself up to them in this way. A fact which none of them could be happier about.

Now, if only everyday were like this one.

Making it back to your room, you settle in for the evening. That same smile graces your features as you get ready for bed, feeling the most relaxed that you have been in a while. Letting go and having fun really worked in your favour tonight, and in the back of your mind, you can almost picture your future with them, with many more nights like this to come.

Tucking yourself beneath the blankets, you allow yourself to ease further into your pillows. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes.

Yeah. You could get used to this.

A thought that, in your tired state, echoes through all of their minds, causing smiles to pull at all of their faces.

Finally, they’re making progress. Well, all seemingly except for one.

The next morning, you end up sleeping in a bit longer than usual. A fact which you know is due to how calm you’re starting to feel while continuously staying inside this house with them. Though, there is a part of you that wishes to go out, and soon at that. The last thing you want is to only be allowed around inside the house. You could really use some fresh air.

Which is exactly why when Yunho offers to take you out of the house for the day, you accept.

The silence that had settled over the kitchen when he walked in to see you sitting at the counter and conversing softly with San and Jongho was nerve wracking to say the least. That was, until you gave a gentle nod in his direction, acknowledging his presence.

Yunho was over the moon at that. At least you weren’t ignoring him, even if you immediately started thinking about that damned void stronger than before. He posed the question before either of his two brothers could open their mouths, given that you seemed to be hinting at wanting to get out of the house. Besides, Yunho has been planning a special day trip for the both of you for a while. This was simply the opportunity he had been waiting for.

The seven seconds it took for you to give him an answer felt like an eternity. Here he was, extending a hand out to you to spend some time with him, of which you could readily deny in a heartbeat. In front of his brothers, no less. Brothers which you seem to be slowly getting closer to day by day.

To say he was a little nervous would have been a huge understatement. Especially when he couldn’t read your thoughts to gage what you were thinking.

Which is why when that confirmation left your lips, somewhat hesitant but eager at the same time, Yunho felt like his heart was about to burst right out of his chest. The fact that a soft smile was tugging onto your features made it all the more special to him.

Finally, he could spend the day with you and prove to you just how well he can treat you. He just hopes you enjoy what he has planned.

“Just let me grab my jacket,” hopping off of the stool, you’re quick to exit the kitchen, a much too eager spring to your step.

San chuckles, clapping Yunho on the shoulder, “good luck, brother.”

Jongho sends him a reassuring smile as Yunho nods, following in your footsteps mere moments afterwards. He decides he’ll wait for you in the foyer since that’s where you’ll probably go after grabbing your jacket.

Sure enough, not even a minute later, you’re walking out of the hallway and towards him. That giddiness is still visible in your step, but there’s also a hint of caution. A fact which squeezes his heart uncomfortably as you approach him.

“Ready to go?” He asks, extending his arm out for you to take.

You nod, but don’t move to grab his arm. Instead, you opt to eye him warily. “Where, exactly, are you taking me?”

Yunho smiles. “You’ll see.”

He can still sense the hesitation and uncertainty radiating off of you, and it pains him to know that you only feel this way around him still. Hopefully, by the end of the day, you won’t. Yunho will do anything and everything to prove himself to you, and he only wants the best for you. If only you’ll let him.

“How about this, if you want to come right back, we can.” He says, a slight grimace to his words. “I have a feeling you’re going to like it, though. I just want it to be a surprise.”

“You know, you guys are all really fifty-fifty with your surprises for me right now,” you huff out a laugh in amusement, taking a cautious step towards him. “I just hope you’re right.”

Without another word, you place your hand gently onto his extended forearm, and fuck, does he ever revel in your touch. Yeosang wasn’t kidding when he told Yunho that the feeling of your fingers against his skin, even if separated by the barrier of clothing, feels as if his entire body has come alight. His flesh has been set ablaze, tingling wherever your body brushes against his own. It makes him feel alive. A feeling he hasn’t felt in years.

Yunho has to suppress the pleased growl that tugs at his lips as he transports the two of you to their stables. You stumble a bit when your feet touch ground again, still not used to teleporting just yet, but luckily, Yunho is right there to steady you. The gentle smile he sends your way as you right yourself has you averting your gaze almost shyly.

It is then that you fully take in your surroundings.

A furrow creases you brow as the sound of horses whining reaches your ears, a gentle breeze drifting through the stables as you look around.

“Horses?” Your brow quirks, turning to meet his gaze once more as he watches you with a fond look in his eyes.

Yunho nods, and he knows for a fact that you’re doing your best not to look too excited right now. A fact which warms his heart more than you’ll ever know.

“Come,” Yunho motions to a stall with his head. “There’s someone who’s been dying to meet you.”

“Meet me?” You echo, stepping in beside Yunho as he unlocks the gate to the one stall, pushing it open in the next second.

As soon as the door opens, a beautiful dark brown horse with a white diamond on his forehead shakes his head, stepping forward to greet you. Instantly, your hands are up, grasping the holster around his face, cooing at the animal as he nuzzles his snout into your hand.

“Hello there,” you chuckle, stroking down the side of the horse’s neck. “Aren’t you a handsome fella.”

Yunho smiles, engraining this moment into his memories for years to come. “His name is Brego.”

You freeze, turning to look at Yunho momentarily. “You mean…“

“Yes,” the fond smile is still on his face as he meets your gaze. “Exactly like that one.” A brief pause. “He’s yours if you’ll have him.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you turn back to the horse in front of you who continues to nuzzle his snout against you affectionately. You smile, nodding almost subconsciously as you continue to brush your hand along his neck, staring deeply into the horse’s eyes.

“Did you-“ you attempt to form your thoughts into words, but it seems as if Yunho is one step ahead.

“We all did.” He steps beside you cautiously, brushing his hand down the opposite side of Brego’s neck. You don’t move away. “We figured if we all had one, then you should as well.”

“You all own horses?” You quirk a brow, attention shifting onto the male beside you.

“Any type of animal you can think of, we’ve owned at some point in our lives.” Yunho shrugs. “Though Yeosang and Seonghwa are always the best at dealing with them.”

“Animals trust them more, or something?” You joke, allowing Yunho to guide Brego out of the stall and into the main area so he can saddle him for you.

“You could say that,” Yunho chuckles, tying Brego’s reigns to a side post for now. “They certainly have a better control over them than we do.” 

You nod, almost subconsciously, along with his words until they truly sink in. “Wait. You’re not telling me that they can control animals, are you?”

Yunho shoots you an amused look, lips quirking upwards in the corners.

“That’s oddly fitting,” you blink, mind reeling at this new revelation. “Any animal?”

Your curiosity is so refreshing to him. Though, Yunho only wishes you were more interested in him for the moment. Then again, he probably did this to himself.

“Any animal you can think of, yes.” He confirms. “Even ones you think are mythological.”

“That I think are mythological?” You reply, tone slightly skeptical. “You’re not about to tell me dragons are real, are you?”

Yunho sends you another look.

“Well, then again, I didn’t think you guys,” you motion to his entire being, “existed two months ago. So, really, anything is possible at this point.”

“Indeed,” he chuckles, finishing up securing the saddle on Brego. Once he’s done, Yunho unties his reigns and hands them to you. “Why don’t you wait outside with him? I just need to grab Rain, and I’ll be right with you.”

“Okay,” you reply softly, already turning towards the open archway of the stables and guiding Brego into the field beyond.

The whole time, Yunho watches with a smile on his face. So far, things are going better than he could have hoped, and little by little, that mental void you seem to be keeping up around him is slipping. He can only hope it means that you’re getting more comfortable around him.

While waiting for Yunho outside, you once more begin to pet your horse. Your heart warms admittedly more than you want it to at the idea that they got him for you, and named him after a horse from one of your favourite series. It truly means a lot to you.

Then, before you can stop yourself, you start cooing once more to the horse. Only this time, you cannot help but to repeat certain lines of dialogue from The Two Towers. 

“Brego,” you whisper, grip tightening on the reigns in your one hand as you stare deeply into his dark eyes. “Your name is kingly.”

“Fit for Our Queen.” Yunho’s voice draws your attention as he walks up to you, a beautiful brown mare beside him. He meets your gaze, nothing but raw honesty shining within his own. “My Queen.”

You can’t help it. Your breath catches in your throat, heart racing in response to his words. A heat flares to your cheeks, and you avert your gaze.

Pride fills Yunho’s chest at eliciting this type of response from you. He cannot help the way his lips tug upwards in a grin, especially at seeing you become so bashful all of a sudden.

You clear your throat. “You were right. I do like this surprise.”

Your words mean more to him than you’ll ever know.

“It doesn’t end here.” He smiles.

“It doesn’t?” You turn back to look at him.

He shakes his head, motioning in the next moment for you to get onto Brego’s back. Of course, he’s there in an instant to help you on, of which you accept, even if you still hesitate slightly.

Yet again, Yunho marvels at the fact that your hand fits perfectly in his own, skin tingling where yours makes contact with his.

“There’s something else I want to show you.” He says, making sure you’re all settled in the saddle before hoisting himself into his own.

“No funky transporting us there immediately?” You quirk a brow as he falls in line beside you.

“Takes the fun out of the surprise that way,” he grins, bumping your elbow with his own playfully. Of which, he notices, you allow.

“Alright then, cowboy,” you chuckle slightly. “Lead on.”

Little do you know of how happy you’ve just made him.

The longer the two of you ride beside one another, the more you seem to relax around him. A fact of which eases a weight from his shoulders that he didn’t know he had been carrying. Your mind might still be guarded with that damn void, but you seem comfortable. For that, he could not be more grateful.

“So,” your voice manages to pull him out of his own thoughts a little ways down the trail, “if Seonghwa and Yeosang can control animals, what else can you guys do?”

The curiosity he can hear in your voice sets his heart racing. So, this is what it feels like to have you interested in learning more about them. Yunho won’t lie, he could definitely get used to this.

“Well, Jongho and Wooyoung can shift into different animals.” He says, and he watched your eyes light up.

“Any animal?” You inquire, clearly impressed.

“Any animal.” Yunho confirms with a slight smile. “Including those mythical ones.”

“A chimera?” You quirk a brow, seeing him nod out of the corner of your vision.

“Griffin, unicorn, dragon,” he sees your eyes flash at that, “you name it.”

“Not going to lie, that’s really cool,” you voice, somewhat lowly yet still full of awe. “What else?”

“San and Mingi can control the four basic elements.” He tells you.

“So, like the avatar.” You nod in understanding.

Yunho snorts out a laugh, “exactly like the avatar.”

“I think I prefer Kiyoshi, though,” you grin. “She had some cool ass fans.”

“Don’t let them hear you say that,” he teases, a gentle breeze floating through the trees as you continue down the path.

You look around quickly as if you’re afraid of being overheard. “Well then, it’ll be our little secret.”

Yunho swears he nearly falls off of Rain as he sees you playfully wink in his direction. Never did he think he could be able to joke with you like this so soon, but he’s not complaining. This is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he’ll savour this moment for as long as he can.

It’s your next words that truly have him holding his breath. Of course he hoped you would ask, but nothing would have prepared him for the intensity behind your gaze as you look at him. He can just tell you’re intrigued, but you simply do not want to let on just how interested and curious you truly are. A fact which warms his heart, only making him fall deeper for you than before.

“What about you?” You meet his eyes, voice soft with the gentle curiosity lingering in your gaze. “What else can you do?”

“Me?” Yunho grins, sitting a little straighter in his saddle as he looks straight ahead.

Suddenly, a harsh wind picks up, dark clouds rolling across the sky overhead. A crash of thunder is heard, followed immediately by forked lighting that streaks across the area. A torrential downpour begins all around you, yet, none of it seems to fall on the path before you, only the on the surrounding forest.

“You’re doing this?” You cannot hide the awe in your voice and on your features as you take in the rapidly changing environment around you. You turn to meet his gaze, of which is already staring at you quite fondly due to the look of wonder in your eyes. He nods. “Wow.”

Just as quickly as the storm comes, it dissipates, the clouds fading away to reveal the clear blue sky once more.

“That’s-“ you look around, eyes shining as you begin to approach the end of the trail. “That’s…” you search for the right word, “incredible.” You smile, a look of pure awe pulling at your features. “You’re incredible.”

Yunho swears his heart has stopped beating in his chest momentarily as his soul absolutely ascends. Your words mean more to him than you’ll even know, and the fact that he was able to not only make you smile, but impress you with something that is utterly his own has his whole body tingling. He can tell how sincere your words are, too, which only adds to this moment in time. A memory which he knows he’ll cherish forever.

“Hongjoong can do it, too.” He replies, seemingly brushing off your praise for the moment.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear that Yunho is blushing.

“Okay,” you nod once in acknowledgement, “but we’re not talking about him right now- holy shit.”

The gasp that escapes you is nothing short of breathless as you turn your focus back to the front just as you both enter what appears to be a clearing. Not just any clearing though, a beautiful field that stretches on for a few kilometres, offering a stunning view of the surrounding mountains, and the river in the distance. A familiar field full of your favourite flowers sits right before your very eyes.

“This is-“ your one hand comes up to cover your mouth, fingers gently pressing against your lips as the horses come to a stop. You turn to meet Yunho’s gaze, noticing how he’s already staring at you quite fondly, but with a hint of what appears to be nervousness shining behind his eyes. “You painted this for me.”

Yunho swallows the sudden dryness in his throat. “I did.”

“And you’ve now brought me here to see it in person.” You know you’re stating the obvious at this point, but you can hardly wrap your head around the significance of this moment right now.

“I did.” The corner of his lips quirk upwards as he nods, eyes shining as he watches you take it all in.

“I-“ your voice catches in your throat, blinking away a few tears as they gather in the corner of your eyes. “Help me down.”

Immediately, Yunho is at your side, offering you his hand as you climb off of Brego. Gently, you grasp his hand in your own, nearly holding onto it for dear life as you take a few steps forwards to observe the clearing better.

It’s like you’re in your own little world, trapped inside of your own head. Yunho desperately wants to know what you’re thinking. He longs to hear whether this has been a good decision on his part to bring you here so soon, but from the way you’re practically clinging onto his hand, eve if it’s almost subconsciously, he has a feeling he’s done something right. 

Then, he looks down at your interlocked hands as the thought fully settles in him. You still haven’t let go.

Yunho’s breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your own. A fact in which he notices causes you to look back at him with that awe filled expression he’s come to love so much resting on your features. Finally, he’s on the receiving end. Him, and him alone.

“Thank you,” you meet his gaze, and the way you’re looking at him - such a tender look shining in your eyes - nearly sends him to his knees right then and there. “For sharing this with me.”

Yunho nearly chokes on his own emotions as he’s overcome with the meaning behind your words. That shared memory of that one day those few weeks ago of you standing outside of his art studio flashing in his mind. “Of course.”

There is nothing that Yunho wouldn’t do for you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, he is more than ready and willing to provide for you. Yunho would tear down entire empires to see you looking at him like this every day for the rest of your lives. Everything that he is, belongs to you. He just hopes that he can say the same for you about him one day.

Slowly, you step forward, letting you hand drop from his own as you crouch down to observe the flowers. Not only are there forget-me-nots, but there seem to be a few other types as well, all of varying sizes and colours. Then, carefully, you reach out to run your fingers over some of the stems, a thought flitting through your mind only briefly.

Again, it’s as if Yunho has read your mind, for in the next moment, he’s kneeling beside you. Reaching out, he begins to collect a bunch of the different flowers, snapping their stems at certain lengths and gathering them in his one hand before placing them in their own respective piles on the ground beside him.

You blink, unsure of if you’ve managed to drop your mental void in all of this excitement. Though, when you think about it, you don’t think that you have.

Silently, you watch him, moving to sit on the ground so as not to strain the muscles in your legs for too long. There’s nothing but pure curiosity in your gaze as he begins to weave some of the stems together, intertwining the different flowers skillfully without a second thought. Almost as if he’s done this plenty of times before. With how quickly he’s doing so, there’s no doubt in your mind that he has.

Observing his movements for another few minutes, you begin to think you’re getting the hang of things. Moving to collect a bunch of your own flowers, you begin to copy his entire process, though much slower. A fact which only makes him smile.

Yunho manages to finish his far before you’re even halfway through your own, but he’s a patient man. He can most certainly wait. Besides, watching you work on something like this with him, and seeing you so concentrated sets his heart racing in his chest. The fact that you merely needed to simply observe him in order to begin creating on your own has a warmth unlike any other blooming in his chest.

Carefully, his thumbs run over the flowers in his hands that he’s woven together.

Do you understanding the meaning behind this moment for him right here and now with you? Will you realize the significance? From the way that you’re concentrating so hard on your own project, Yunho has a feeling that you do.

A soft smile tugs at his features as he watches you weave the stems together, gaze soft. Your touch is gentle, or at least, it appears to be, as you exert a tremendous amount of care into each movement of your hands. The fact that your brow is furrowed ever so slightly in concentration makes this moment all the more sweeter to him.

Slowly, Yunho reaches out to your mind with his own, brushing against your void with the tenderest of caresses. The fact that you seem to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes causes his lips to twitch upwards in the corners. The best part is, you don’t seem to mind.

Focussing his attention back on your hands, Yunho cannot help but to zone out. His thoughts are consumed not only by the significance of this moment with you, but of how delicately your fingers work the stems. His mind cannot help but to wander.

Would you extend the same tender love and affection towards your lover as you held them close? Or perhaps, your hands would become more desperate, seeking purchase on him in any and every way you can as you pull him closer into you. Do you know how he longs for your touch? He wants to feels you pressed against him in the most intimate of ways as he makes you sing his praises, painting your body with marks of his own, even if they are something that only he can see. 

Yunho aches to feel you holding onto him, in any and every way possible. He wants to know what it feels like to have you caress his face in your palms as you pull him in for another kiss that is sure to steal his breath away. He longs for the feeling of your hands running through his hair, tugging at his roots as you drag him back into you for more as he buries his face into your core: kissing, licking, sucking until all you can think about is the way his lips feel on your skin.

More than all of that though, he craves the feeling of your nails on his back, painting your own claims on his body as he makes the sweetest love to your own. A body of which he would do anything to worship the way you’ve always deserved. If you are to be his canvas for all of these sinful delights he has planned for you when the time comes, then he will be sure to be yours. 

Nothing would make him happier than getting to please you in every way he knows how, covering each other’s bodies in nothing but the other. It’s what he’s always wanted. It’s what you’ve always deserved.

Movement out of the corner of his vision manages to pull him out of his much too loud thoughts of claiming you as his like he so badly wants to do. However, he will wait for as long as necessary before that time comes. Besides, he knows that once you do finally allow him one of the greatest honours there is, there will be an unquestionable trust between you. Not only that, but the meaning behind such an act would be far more significant to the both of you.

Shifting his gaze, he sees you now resting on your knees, holding your completed flower crown in your hands. Your gaze is downcast, almost nervously thumbing at the flowers held delicately in your grasp.

“You’re incredible.” Overcome by the sense of awe he feels, he repeats your exact same words from earlier, Yunho cannot help but let them escape him. Pride swells in his chest not only at these turn of events, but also from the way that you avert your gaze so shyly from him in answer.

You say nothing in response, opting instead to look out across the clearing one last time. The horses are grazing off to the side, and you notice a breeze flitting through once more, causing the flowers to sway lightly beneath the warmth of the sun.

Ever so softly, Yunho places the crown of flowers that he made for you on top of your head.

As soon as you feel him place the flowers upon your head, you turn to look at him, eyes slightly wide as they shine with something he doesn’t quite understand. He only hopes that it’s a good thing. From the way that you smile shyly, he knows that it is.

“Beautiful,” he smiles, committing every part of this moment to his memory for years to come. Then, almost subconsciously, he breathes, “My Queen.”

Yunho has to suppress the pleased growl that wants to escape his lips as he lets his words linger in the air. He’s already said them once before today, but saying those words again only serves to solidify everything both he and his brothers have agreed upon. What they have always known. Hell, even before they talked about it Yunho was positive that he would accept no other to rule by their side unless it was you.

Again, you cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters once more at the way he sighs those words so affectionately towards you. No one has ever treated you like this before, nor called you as such so tenderly, and you don’t necessarily want to admit it, but you’re actually starting to believe him. In all of them.

Swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat at the way he’s so affectionately staring at you, you place the flower crown that you made onto his own head. Sure, it may not be the best, but you’re still proud that you made that for your first try. After only observing him making one of his own, too.

You say nothing, but you don’t need to. Especially not when you allow your void to drop for the briefest of moments as the sunlight filters through the air, casting you both in golden hues.

A soft smile graces your features as you notice Brego out of the corner of your eyes, recalling another specific scene from those movies as you see Yunho sitting before you. Funnily enough, it also has to do with flowers and sunlight.

The king has got a crown again.

You may not say it, but the fact that you even thought it, and that you let him hear your thoughts has his heart swelling in his chest with an unbelievable amount of love for you. Yunho wants nothing more than to reach out and pull you into his arms, placing his lips onto yours in a tender kiss, but he doesn’t want to push his luck. Especially not after the day you’ve both shared. So, instead, he gently grabs your hand in his own, brushing his thumb along the back of it before bringing it up to his lips to place a lingering kiss onto your skin.

For a moment, no words are spoken between the both of you as he keeps his lips pressed against the back of your hand. It’s almost as if the entire clearing has gone silent, the two of you in your own little world as Yunho’s eyes flutter closed, revelling in the feeling of your skin against his lips.

Nothing could take this moment away from him, right here, right now, with you. The fact that you’re even allowing him to so much as hold your hand in his once more, let alone grace his lips with your skin, sets his whole body ablaze. That all too familiar pool of desire swirls within him, his eyes flashing black beneath his eyelids for the briefest of moments.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulls away from you. Once he opens his eyes, he looks to see you already staring at him with a soft expression on your face. Your own gaze swirls with a hint of uncertainty as you seem to be peeking out from behind those walls you’ve put up to protect yourself. A fact which couldn’t make Yunho any happier than he already is.

“Come on,” he stands, helping you to your feet in the next moment as he whistles for the horses to return. “Let’s go home.”

All he receives from you in response is a small nod of your head, that all too familiar void shielding your mind from him once again. Though, he notices that when he brushes against it this time, it’s less cold than usual, almost as if you’ve opened yourself up to him more than you realized. A fact which makes him smile.

Wordlessly, he helps you back onto Brego, pulling himself back into Rain’s saddle in the next moment. Once you’re both settled, he sends a smile your way. One of which you return, and that simple action alone means more to him than you’ll ever know.

A comfortable silence settles over the both of you as the horses walk side by side back down the trail and to the stables below. Only this time, when he extends his hand out to you, you do not hesitate to grab it in your own.

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