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The Half-Blooded One

Yangyang

Characters: Yangyang x female reader

Warnings: complaining, pain/soreness/injuries, mentions of crying, mentions of war, hints of depression, implications of being a soldier, car accident scene, plane crash scene, mentions of death, mentions of blood, family/sibling issues/ten being a bad brother, some swearing/cursing. I think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything pls!

Author’s Note: Ahhh this took me forever to finish I’m sorry. I know there wasn’t much of Yangyang with the main character but believe me when i say there’s more in store for these two🤐

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Watch It All Burn Masterlist

The Half-Blooded One: Part 1

Bold- Dialogue Italics- Thoughts Pink- Foreign Language Use

🥀 with a little ☁️ at the end

Surprisingly, Ten wasn’t really all that mad at him. He was shocked honestly. He figured he’d have to run away and hide for a few days until the Thai boy’s anger subsided. But Ten didn’t even seem to flinch at the thought of the two of you one day being together once he got past the initial shock of finding out that fate was throwing you together.

In fact, he seemed to be rather… sorry that the pup of the pack was gonna end up going through what he’d have to go through to be with you.

It had been two days since you showed up all but bleeding out on their doorstep. Those two days had been some of the best, yet worst, days of Yangyang’s life.

On one hand, he was unbelievably happy to know that he had actually found his mate, that he was now able to hear, smell, and feel you nearby. But on the other, hearing your deafening screams of agony as his packmates did their best to keep you alive and breathing when you were so close to death crushed him.

He knew virtually nothing about you and, if your body gave out, he may never find out more. With you passed out, the only person he’d have to get any knowledge of you was your brother.

But Ten was remaining tight lipped and almost unbearably silent, two ways no one in their right mind would’ve ever thought to describe him as the older boy was known to cause havoc and mischief wherever he went.

The only other person in the pack who seemed to know even a little bit about you and your situation was the alpha, but he didn’t seem too keen on sharing about your private life without your permission.

So Yangyang had no real way of getting anymore information on you until you woke up. And according to the resident doctor and nurse of the pack, though it did look as though you may arise rather soon, it didn’t look like you’d be too coherent for a while.

“I think you need to accompany us,” Sicheng commented to your brother in thinking that this time you could actually wake to some form of consciousness based on how you reacted to them changing your dressings the previous night, “It’ll be easier with you there.”

Yangyang watched as the older boy shook his head quickly with a gulp as everyone in the living room stared at him for an answer, “Believe me, I’m probably the last person she’d want to see right now. You’re better off going up there alone.”

While the question of why your brother seemed to have thought you hated him so much was on everyone’s mind, no one thought it the appropriate time to bring it up into conversation. It was easy to tell that he was a nervous wreck who spent all his time worrying about you.

Sure everyone could tell he never tried to go near you in your current state if he could help it, but that didn’t mean he still didn’t continuously ask the healing couple about your condition and if there was anything he could do to help you.

He was your family after all. And he may very well have been your only family still left as far as anyone knew.

“If you say so,” Daiyu shrugged, getting ready to pull herself off the leather loveseat she was sitting on to stand on her feet.

She was about nine months pregnant now and looked as if her water would break at any minute, but that didn’t stop her from doing what she could to help the newest addition to the pack, “But for the record, I think you’re making a big mistake. If I was gonna wake up in a foreign country with a bunch of strangers picking at my exposed nerves, I’d want whatever family I had there holding my hand. Regardless of what could’ve happened in the past.”

And with that, Yangyang watched as the couple made their way down the hall to your new resting place with Sicheng letting his mate hold onto his elongated arm for support as she walked beside him.

It wasn’t long before they all once again heard your ear curdling wails emit themselves from your bedroom door. Even though Yangyang had tried to distract himself by helping braid Yueguang’s hair, he still couldn’t help the barely audible whimper that bubbled out from the back of his throat at your pain. And it was only just beginning.

But instead of hearing your normally high pitched scream become a series of begging and pleading that no doubt had tears behind it, they heard multiple thuds, bumps, and a small yelp before the ever so loving couple made their way back out of the makeshift hospital room.

Sicheng stumbled out holding the side of his face while Daiyu stormed out in a steam of anger beside him, never letting her growling frown falter.

“W-what happened?” Yangyang stuttered out, doing his best to maintain some semblance of composure to save his own image.

Though everyone already had correctly guessed that you being in such a vulnerable state was beginning to take a heavy toll on him.

The pregnant girl plopped herself down on her original loveseat spitefully, “She fucking punched him!”

Yangyang gulped, “W-wait so- you meant she actually- she-”

“Punched him? Yes! Can you believe it?!?” The mate seethed.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh began pushing itself from Ten’s lungs as he crumbled over in amusement, “Of course she did,” he airily replied as he wiped the thick tears that had started to pool under his eyes from overdoing his chuckling.

“You KNEW she’d do that?!?” Daiyu expressed in fury, pushing herself to get in a pouncing position as her eyes widened.

“I mean….” your brother scratched the back of his head with a chuckle, “She’s done it before for a lot less. So I kinda figured some strange dude she’s never met suddenly poking and prodding at her still open wounds was bound to gain some sort of volatile reaction.”

You were probably scared out of your mind, of course you reacted badly. Your mate reasoned that any rational person would’ve freaked out in some manner. He couldn’t blame you for hitting his packmate.

But hell, there’s no way he could blame you even if you didn’t have a good reason to throw a punch anyways. You were still the love of his life, even if he didn’t know anything about who you were or what you’d been through.

“You’re insane! SHE’S insane!” The pregnant girl now completely stood from her position as if she was ready to lunge on the boy before her mate quickly pulled her back.

“Dai my love calm down,” Sicheng rubbed her stiff shoulder in an attempt to ease her, seemingly forgetting about the pain in his cheek, “It’s okay.”

Before, Yangyang would’ve fake gagged at whatever coupley things his brothers and sisters did with each other. Now he could only wish one day he’d be able to do such cute things with you.

“It is absolutely 100 flavors of NOT okay! She hit you!” She fumed, “You got hit! You’re hurt!” She turned to face the pointy eared boy with sudden watery eyes.

Yangyang watched as the monotoned boy kissed her on the forehead for the first time in front of nearly the whole pack, “She’s a wounded kid in an unknown place with excruciating injuries,” He reasoned softly, “She did what any of us would’ve done out of pure instinct, not malice. It’s not her fault,” He finished by sweetly stroking the side of her cheek, “I’m just glad you weren’t the one in the line of fire.”

The girl that all but had steam coming out of her ears moments ago seemed to relax herself after a few moments and then buried her face in her mate’s chest. It did take the pack back a bit as the couple usually wasn’t so touchy. Though Yangyang took note that, even though it was a new experience for them all, no one seemed to mind.

“But that situation is EXACTLY why I wanted you to go with us to see her.” Sicheng rolled his eyes, his arms wrapping themselves around the tiny girl in front of him to comfort her.

Ten sighed as he spoke to his younger brother, “If i went with you-” He started, noticeably biting his bottom lip, “She would’ve most likely jumped at me and hurt herself even more. And it probably would have made you have to work twice as hard to fix her. I did you a favor.”

And it was those exact words that seemed to reignite the coal inside the smaller Cantonese girl.

Daiyu quickly spun herself around and out of her mate’s loving arms to face your brother, “You call this-“ Dai gestured to the welt beginning to form on the tall wolf’s face, “a favor?!? She hit him so hard he’ll probably have a bruise. Do you know how hard someone’s gotta hit you assholes to actually LEAVE a bruise!?!?”

The room watched as Ten began to laugh to himself once more, “The bruise is NOTHING hon,” He brushed her off, “Just be grateful it’s her left hand wounded and not her right. If she had her dominant hand and had used her full strength, she would’ve KO’d his ass!” He snorted.

While the living room sprouted to life in debate over whether the second oldest had truly done anyone a favor in his sly maneuvering, Yangyang couldn’t help but smile softly.

You were left handed. At least the previous conversation had given him one thing he now knew for sure about you. That was something.

You woke from your tiring slumber with a sharp pain running down your arm. It felt as though hot knives had suddenly dug themselves into your skin and had begun peeling each layer off.

You felt your heartbeat pick up and your breathing begin to accelerate to an alarming point. It stung like a bitch.

So you soon found yourself popping your eyes open in surprise, quickly feeling tears brimming the waterlines as your body seethed in its place.

Once you managed to steady your pain by breathing deeply in and out, you blinked back your tears of agony so get a better look at your surroundings.

That’s when the florescent lights above you burned into your corneas. And, since you weren’t an idiot and knew that looking at such a powerful light would only made things worse, you decided to feel out the environment around you instead of the vibrant color directly in front of you.

As your eyes tuned in and out of focus while they readjusted, you could make out what was a poster of some sort on the wall below you by your feet. That was weird. The barracks didn’t even have walls for posters to hang. You must’ve been moved. But to where?

Shifting your gaze away from the wall, you looked looked to your right for a possible weapon or escape as it was what you were trained to do in questionable settings. You were met with what you could only assume was a gaming table with many different electronic devices and screens scattered about it. The rainbow lights it admitted from beneath it’s flat surface made your eyes strain.

No. You were in a house… But not just any house. A house that had the luxury of having overhead lighting and the internet. You Definitely were not back home.

“Oh… you’re awake.” A deeper male voice spoke from your left, making you jump in place and sending another shooting pain through your body, this time down your side and thigh.

Because of how sudden the jolt was, you couldn’t stop the small hiss that vocalized itself from the back of your throat.

“Sorry!” The guy said as he tried to stabilize your now contracting wincing torso, “I thought you knew I was here.” He reasoned in mandarin, calmly taking his hands off your middle and placing them back to their original place as he cut off a final piece of gauze to lay on your arm.

He must’ve been changing the dressing on your forearm. That made sense. But who was he?

As the man was a literal stranger to you and you couldn’t get away even if you tried, you figured your best bet was to do what you were taught to do in similar situations: stay quiet and give away nothing. So that’s exactly what you did. Nothing.

Seemingly sensing that you were remaining guarded because you didn’t know him, he decided to introduce himself, “I’m Sicheng. I dont know if you remember or can even understand me, but your fist and my face were well acquainted the other day.” He tried to ease the tension with a joke.

Your mind flashed back to a very hazy memory of another time you felt such seething throbbing.

You weren’t sure what was happening or why you were having such a hard time seeing or opening your eyes at the time, but you knew you smelt something foreign. Something that smelt just shy enough of your brother’s smell to be familiar, but just unknown enough to send your instincts on high alert.

You barely remembered flying up and punching the nearest intruder closest to you. Well, you actually thought you hadn’t really done it since the image had such a dream like appearance to it. But you quickly realized it wasn’t something your mind made up because the person on the receiving end of it was speaking to you.

“Oh… yeah r-right…” You let out hoarsely in your second language, from what you figured was only a day or two of not speaking, much to the older boys surprise, “I understand you. S-Sorry for clocking you dude. It wasn’t intended.” You continued honestly, doing your best to brush off any of the embarrassment you had felt for making such a mistake, “I don’t know where I am or who anyone around me was and Y-You were just the closest target.”

The boy, Sicheng, gave you a kind lazy smile as he tied off the final bandage on your arm, “It’s alright. Worse has happened to me, trust me,” He gave a small chuckle, “You’re in an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar people and when you realized that you reacted out of instinct. I would’ve done the same thing if i was in your shoes,” He forgave you, way easier than you would’ve had you been the one hit.

“Though do me a favor,” He continued, giving you a look as he moved down your body to your leg to ask for your approval, something you gave without even thinking, “Next time you feel the need to go all swing happy,” He smirked as he peeled back the old wrap on your cut up leg, “Give a guy a heads up so the next one’s directed at your brother yeah?”

Your brother. You remembered now. You weren’t very conscious the last few days, but that didn’t mean your supersonic hearing and senses hadn’t picked up what was doing on around you without you knowing it.

Canton, your best friend since you were babies and one of the only friends you had had left, stepped out of the barracks tent to make a phone call after yet tip came back that there would be another raid the next day. The next thing you knew, you had a needle being shoved into your neck and you were seated on a plane. But it wasn’t the kind you were used to.

It was a commercial flight, one destined to land in Korea apparently. You would’ve smacked him for bringing you to a new country when your own was in shambles, but you were too drugged and out of it to even keep your eyes open.

When you had landed and Canton had finished carrying you out of the plane and airport, you heard a voice that you hadn’t heard since you were a little girl.

It was your brother. In all your confusion and blood loss you had forgotten that he had moved to the land of the Koreans to study. It made you want to burst out in tears knowing you were in the same place as him after so long, but again, you were too fucked up to notice.

You realized on the drive that you were being taken to his home. Well, his and his pack’s home. You had never met any of them before, you wouldn’t have even heard about them before if it weren’t for your Chinese grandparents who constantly tried to update you on your elder brother’s life, but you assumed it was to have you stay with them because your remaining family and friends didn’t want to see you die. Which you more than likely would have if you stayed back in your home country since the medical care available to people was all but non-existent now.

Korea had more to offer you in terms of life. If it had been up to you, you would’ve chosen the fate of staying and perishing rather than leaving and living. You loved your people and you were determined to fight, even at the cost of your own life, to help take back your land. But you couldn’t protest, you couldn’t even speak or stay fully awake. You were stuck and you were dying.

Though just because you were stuck and dying didn’t mean that your once cold and distant brother would suddenly turn into the loving and caring brother you had once known decades ago.

That’s why you weren’t shocked when you realized you hadn’t sensed him near you since the day you arrived. And that’s how you knew that, even in the present time, your brother would positively be no where to be seen nor had any plans of coming to you.

“Yeah well,” you cleared your throat with a hiss when Sicheng began applying some weird ointment that burned to your leg, “I’ve been here I’m guessing nearly a week now and he hasn’t visited me even once. So i doubt that’s feasible.”

Your words caused the tall wolf to cease his healing tactics in total confusion, “Wait, How do you know he hasn’t visited you?”

“I- I just do.” You stuttered, turning your head to the opposite side so the boy wouldn’t see the water building up in your eyes as he continued the torturous task of applying the firey ointment.

“How’s she look?” Yangyang impatiently bombarded his older packmate as he made his way into the common area.

He was eager to see how long it would be before he could actually try to see you in person. He wondered if you knew what was going on or what had happened. He questioned whether you even knew about wolves in the first place or what mates were. But mostly, he was worried for your health and well-being.

“You know you can just go ask her yourself right?” Sicheng questioned with a raised brow as he exhaustedly plopped himself down on the living room couch.

As much as he loved the thought of being able to go to you and just start the rest of your lives together, even HE wasn’t that naive. There were a great number of steps he had to take before he could just start showing deep concern and love for you to your face. And he knew that he would never be able to hide his obvious feelings for you if he saw you face to face. He had to be more thorough. He had to be patient and plan it through.

“She doesn’t even know who I am,” The pink haired boy reminded with a sigh, “How could i possibly do something like that without seeming super weird to her?”

“Well,” Dejun snorted, “If she didn’t want to be around someone super weird, the universe sure as shit fucked her over!”

“Oh haha. Very funny.” Yangyang rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in the direction of the usually quiet one of their family, “And what about what’s her face? You think SHE really got the best deal ever getting stuck with YOU as a mate?!”

The day after you were brought to their house, Dejun finally worked up the nerve and told the pack about a girl from one of his classes. He figured it was a good time to confess to everyone where he had been and explained that he, like the pup of the pack, had imprinted on a… less than easy person. Now, it was being thrown back in his face and he wasn’t loving the situation.

“She’s none of your business jackass!” He seethed, failing miserably as he tried his best to not let his anger get the best of him, “At least I have a shot with my mate, there’s a chance yours won’t even see next week!”

Yangyang couldn’t help the sudden urge to leap up from his spot and snarl at his brother for saying such things about you. Did he know that there was still a chance you might not HAVE a chance? Of course he did. Contrary to what everyone believed, he wasn’t that stupid or naive. But that didn’t mean he wanted to have the thought voice aloud. It wasn’t Dejun’s place to say shit.

Just as the two young wolves looked as if they were about to start a bloody fight, the eldest decided it was probably best he speak up before things got out of hand, “All right all right!” He waved, placing himself between the angsty boys, “Let’s put our claws in and settle down before we say more things we’ll all regret tomorrow yeah?”

The older of the two mumbled something in what Yangyang recognized as cantonese before he huffed and threw himself back down to where he was previously sitting with a smirk, knowing full well he visibly got under the pups skin with his last comment. It wasn’t that he had anything against you or Yangyang imprinting per say, he just didn’t like it when people said anything about his own complicated mate. So he just had to push the younger one’s buttons right back. It was just how werewolf instincts worked when it came to mating. He couldn’t help it.

It took a moment, but after a few deep breaths to cool himself, Yangyang finally backed down and sat himself on the chair opposite to where Dejun situated himself in the holes that the distance would make him want to punch the smug asshole less. Surprise surprise, it didn’t.

Once he noticed that the children of the group settled, he turned his attention towards the healer to focus on a more important topic: you, “How IS she really doing Sicheng?”

“Well, Daiyu and I changed her dressings again which was a challenge in itself since she’s still pretty in and out, but a good majority of her wounds still aren’t even trying to close up.” The pointy eared boy replied, also wanting the attention to be put back on you, “Even though a portion of them are actually relatively shallow. I think she’s got some debris still embedded in the tissue that’s not letting her heal properly and it’s gonna need to be taken out.”

Yangyang felt his heart all but fall to his stomach in guilt. While he was busy arguing with his packmate, he lost touch with what really mattered: You weren’t getting any better.

Why weren’t you getting fixed up? Were they just not trying their best to save you? Could you just be so bad off that the power couple couldn’t help you? What on earth was he gonna do if they couldn’t get you better?

“It’ll need to be soon.” Sicheng interrupted the pink haired boys thoughts, “The longer we wait, the more likely there’ll be some serious infection we won’t be able to get rid of that could...” He drifted off his sentence, even though everyone knew where it was going.

They didn’t know you, but you were still their brother’s little sister. Most of them hadn’t ever spoken to you, but you were still their packmate’s mate. No one wanted to think of the possibility of you not making it. It would be a devastating reality to their small pack that they just weren’t prepared to face.

So everyone in the room went silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing out of almost respect for your situation. Everyone was too anxious and too terrified to continue on with their current activities they were working on.

In an effort to break the pin dropping quietness that was seemingly so thick you could cut it with a knife, the alpha tilted his head towards your brother, “Ten, are you sure we can’t just take her to the hospital?” The eldest quizzed, doing what he could to stay within his bounds as someone who wasn’t related to you while also trying to keep his dominance as head of the pack, “You heard Sicheng, she’s only gonna get worse and, even though he’s the closest thing we’ve got to one, he’s still not technically a doctor.”

It took less than a second for the devilish boy to reply to his alpha, “No. She can’t go.”

A rather annoyed groan came from the heavily pregnant girl who had been helping you, “Okay seriously I get that you guys have some issues and all,” She declared, “But is this really the time for you to be taking whatever it is that’s wrong with you out on your sister? This is literally life and death Ten. She could really die.” Daiyu worried.

Sure she was upset with you for punching her mate in the face out of no where and scaring the shit out of her personally. But just because she didn’t particularly like you at the moment didn’t mean that she didn’t want you to survive the brutality you’ve had to face. She used to be in a similar boat and the pack still did all they could to save her. So how could she not do the exact same to help you?

“Yeah Ten, last time i checked on her she didn’t look so good,” Yueguang interrupted, trying her best to shake the thought of your scorching fevered skin from her mind, “Maybe it’s best if we just-”

“You guys don’t get it!” Chittaphon cut them all off loudly, “This isn’t some siblings rivalry or whatever it is you guys THINK you know about my sister and I’s relationship. She physically cannot go to see a medical professional here. No matter her state of health.”

It seemed like once again the whole room had paused to give him their whole attention. You were human and you were hurt. So why couldn’t you just go to the doctor like a normal person would when they were injured?

“Well Why not?” Daiyu questioned, beginning to get pissed off at her brother for being so difficult for seemingly no reason.

“For the same reason you haven’t gone for your unborn baby,” He rolled his eyes as if the answer was so obvious, “Or why we didn’t go the time Hendery accidentally pushed Dejun off the room and collapsed his lung. Or why none of us go when we get a pretty gruesome wound,” Ten continued, “She can’t go for the same reason the rest of us can’t: if they run any test on her, any test AT ALL, they’ll find out her secret- OUR secret!”

But that didn’t make sense. Sure you didn’t necessarily smell the most human, but the pack attributed that to the fact that you weren’t doing so hot health wise at the moment. According to Sicheng, you also didn’t grow any fangs when you were screaming in pain as they changed your bandages. Your eyes didn’t change color when you nearly knocked him on his ass when you first woke up and felt threatened. You clearly weren’t a wolf by any normal standard. So why would they be able to find out the secret everyone worked so hard to keep.

“But you said she’s not-” Yangyang tried to point out, doing his best to poke holes in your brother’s logic so he could get you the best care available.

But it seemed that no matter what anyone said or would do, the nimble wolf wouldn’t back down on his stance of you not going to the doctor, “I know what I said!” Ten blurted, aggravated at the situation entirely.

His brother’s sudden outburst scared the pink haired boy more than it probably should’ve. He understood that your brother was just doing what he could to protect everyone as that was part of his job as second in command. But Yangyang couldn’t help but fight the thought of you not being able to go to the hospital. You were his mate. How could he not at least try to give you your best shot at living?

“Look kid, I get why you’re worried, I do. She’s my sister and I… care a great deal for her too,” The tone of his voice began to morph into something rather comforting once he saw the panic and pain in the pup’s growing red eyes, “But just because she doesn’t shift, doesn’t mean she’s human. Whatever she is- whatever’s pumping through her veins- IS NOT gonna turn out normal on a blood test. Trust me.”

“Just cause she smells kind of like a werewolf, doesn’t mean that if she goes to the hospital they’ll figure it out. She could just smell like that from being around them so much. She’s probably just a normal human.” Yueguang rationed, thinking that it was worth the risk since they weren’t 100% sure you’d make it with just the power couple’s help.

“Yeah we can probably take her and she’d be fine.” Chimed Dejun in agreement, honestly just wanting the conversation about your health to be over already.

Everyone was thinking that their arguements were pretty valid and that your own brother was bound to listen to logic since he would’ve wanted to do everything possible to keep you alive. But before Dejun could even fully finish speaking, Ten broke out in anger once more, “You guys don’t fucking understand!”

Chittaphon was always known as the cool headed one, the jokester of the pack that only ever messed with the people around him lovingly. So seeing him bust into a sudden fit sent a small shiver even down your own mate’s spine, someone who your brother secretly treasured to no end.

“What is it that we don’t understand?” Kun quizzed, “You said it yourself, it’s not like she can shift. So what’s the harm in taking her to get patched up at an actual medical facility?”

“That’s not what I meant! Did you not even hear the part where I said ‘she’s not normal?’!?!” Ten aggressively snarled to his pack, though most so towards his alpha, “When i say she’s not human either, I fucking mean she’d be no better off than the rest of us if we went!”

Yue pinched the bridge of her nose in agitation, “Ten, you’re being ridiculous! Her injuries are seriously life threatening.”

At that point, everyone was beginning to think he was being pretty unreasonable. Sure Ten had a reputation of being a head strong asshole when he wanted to be, but how could he just dismiss the possibility of your getting critical life saving care without at least taking the time to consider what it meant to forgo said care?

“If Sicheng said she’s gonna just get worse, we need to just take her to the hospital for her own sake.” Kun flatlined, instinctively going over to put himself between his mate and the now fuming wolf.

“I dont know Kun ge.” Sicheng interrupted the eldest boy and his mate to put his two cents in for the first time since the conversing started, “As much as I hate to admit it, I think Ten Hyung might be right.”

Did Yangyang hear that right…? Did the wolf that said you’d all but be dead without proper medical care really say that your brother had a point? Was he being serious? Was he just still pissed at you for punching him or something and this was his cruel way of getting back at you?

“What do you mean he might be right?” Yangyang whispered just loud enough for all those in the room to hear.

Truthfully, he was scared about what the observant wolf would say about you. And He wasn’t sure which to hope for at that point, he just knew he didn’t want you to die. He couldn’t let you die.

“I mean I’m pretty sure normal humans don’t need to have their bones rebroken because they healed too quickly days after what should’ve been a fatal accident like her,” Sicheng reasoned with a shrug, “Not to mention the fact that she even survived such a horrific trauma like that when no one else survived, she’s definitely something that wouldn’t be considered human. Even if she’s not a wolf like us and can’t phase, I’d say she’s at least got more than a few of our genes, genes that would, like Ten said, show up on hospital tests. It’s the only thing that really makes sense.”

The solemn male did have a point. Yangyang wasn’t exactly sure on what had happened to you still, but he knew based on what everyone said that it should’ve killed you immediately. The fact that your heart was still beating was kind of damning evidence that there was something different about you than the average human.

“And I’m pretty sure the skin surrounding her injuries shows signs of cauterization.” Daiyu added, trying to back up her mate and your brother’s case of your origin with facts.

Considering how fast his sister was to continue Sicheng’s point, Yangyang began to wonder if the mated couple had actually spoken about the topic of your species before.

“Exactly. I think when I get close enough to her, I’m about 90% positive I smell freshly burnt silver. I think that’s why she’s becoming septic. I think she’s allergic to the silver like us and it’s still stuck inside her.” The tall wolf tailed, “Even if we don’t know for sure what’s going on with her gene pool, I’m certain if we took her to an ER, we’d all end up on some scientists metal slab getting tests ran on us once they saw that bit.” Sicheng finished with his head looking down at his feet.

Everyone could tell that even their healer knew keeping you away from the hospital could be deadly. But if he thought that it was a good idea to keep you home to prevent you from becoming a human Guinea pig, how could they fight that? And it wasn’t just for your own good. It was for everyone’s own good, not that knowing that stopped an unsettling pit from forming in the pups stomach.

“So… she stays…?” Yangyang hesitantly let out into the air, part of him wishing he didn’t have to think about what it meant to keep you back home.

Ten nodded his head at the maknae in confirmation, “She stays.”

Once your brother declared his decision aloud, there was another question at hand that needed to be discussed. One Yangyang knew would make him sick because he couldn’t stand to hear you in anymore pain. But he knew if the answer was yes, that’s what would be coming.

“Do you think you can get all the silver out?” Yueguang wondered to your current caretakers.

It wasn’t that anyone really questioned the couples ability to care for you the way you needed. It was just that you were truly that bad off and no one was sure if anyone, let alone people who weren’t actual medical professionals yet, could fix you.

“We can try.” Daiyu determined, using whatever courage she could muster to give the youngest wolf a sad smile of reassurance to ease him.

But nothing could help him. Because they weren’t even sure if anything could help you. They couldn’t even confidently tell him that you would make it through the removal process alive. Without you, he didn’t even want to live.

That’s why, despite his older sister’s best attempt to soothe his aching heart, Yangyang couldn’t help but let a small whimper radiate in his chest and the tear that had begun to bubble through his vision at the skeptical words fall down his cheek.

“I’ll do my very best.” Sicheng affirmed his mate’s hope as they started their way towards your room again.

But just after Dai went through the door and before the third oldest could do the same, he turned and fixed his eyes to meet the pink haired boy, “Just stay close in case she works the same way we do and having her mate around does help her heal and I’m sure she’ll be just fine.”

And with that, the couple once again went to your room to try and save your life for what seemed like the hundredth time that week.

“Fuck!” You hissed in pain as Sicheng pulled yet another large shard out of your leg.

He gave you an apologetic smile to compensate for his harsh actions, “Sorry. You’ll get used to it after a while and then it won’t hurt so badly.” The monotoned elder boy spoke softly.

Though you couldn’t tell if he was trying to comfort you with that fact or if he was indeed just stating a fact to you. Either way, it still stung like a bitch.

“Is that supposed to like- help me feel better- or something?” You questioned aloud, doing your very best to distract yourself from Sicheng’s ever digging tweezers searching through your skin.

“Uh-“ He withdrew his actions at your comment and thought for a moment.

Everyone knew you weren’t doing that great. And he knew that nothing he could ever say or do would ever be able to make up for the fact that you’d more than likely never have the full use of your leg again. But, what else could he really have said? “Y-Yeah. I suppose it is.”

Thankfully, you didn’t have nearly as much shrapnel left as he originally thought. Unfortunately however, the pieces you did have left were relatively bigger pieces. Which was why it hurt you so badly every time one of them touched you or tried to take them out. They were like little icebergs, when they thought they found a little chunk of one, it actually ended up being a substantial section the size of a grown man’s finger.

As he finally sat the final piece of what he could see onto the tray beside him, he let out a sigh of relief, “Alright. That’s the last of it. For now at least. You should rest. You’ll need your strength. We both know this won’t be the last time this has to be done, and I’ll need you to be as strong as you can be to be sure you’ll survive it next time too.” Sicheng gave you a look of what you could only describe as torment and pity.

Then again, you knew if you saw any of the others that they’d most likely hold similar emotions in their eyes…

“Yeah…” You tearfully accepted his words through a harsh swallow.

By the time Sicheng was done, you were evidently exhausted and ready to pass out. The shooting pains radiating around your body also had you feeling lonely and like you wanted to grab a teddy bear you didn’t have and curl up into a ball as you begged for your dearly departed mother or like you wanted to cry yourself to sleep. Since you couldn’t do either of those things because one, your mother was dead and two, crying that hard for that long would only make your suffering worse later, you settled for the next best thing.

“Y-Yeah okay. But before you go- C-Can you… can you just hand me my jacket please?” You asked him with as best a smile as you could muster up in hopes of easing some of the guilt you could tell he felt for foraging through your skin for the past hour and a half.

To say your jacket was special to you was a bit of an understatement. Not only was it one of the few items you actually had with you from your homeland still, but it also contained memories of your family. The jacket itself was something that your grandfather had passed to your father, and when your father died he passed it to your eldest brother. One by one it was passed through your huge lot of siblings when the previous had fallen. And after all the others were gone, it eventually landed with you.

When you were younger, you used to hate it because it meant someone else had to go to fight a fight that wasn’t theirs to fight. But once you gained possession over it, you realized it wasn’t a symbol of war. It was a symbol of family. And now it truly was all you had left of yours. It was safe. It made you feel like you had them with you even though they’d never be with you again.

“Of course.” Sicheng smiled, quickly moving from your side to fetch the jacket that had been sat on a gaming chair when you had first arrived from a cross the room.

“Here you go!” He beamed, happy he could at least do something that wouldn’t hurt you before handing it to your still useable hand, “Do you need anything else before we let you sleep for a while?”

You shook your head weakly, “Mmm mmh. I’ll be alright. But thanks.” You lied and rolled over onto your good side, trying hard to pretend that you were going to go to sleep as you knew as soon as he was out of ear shot you’d most likely let the ever bugging tears stream down your face.

With a quick nod and a small bow of his head, he began to gather up all the used medical supplies he had brought with him and shut off the lights so that your tired self could ‘rest.’

Though just as he had finally gotten out of the door and was preparing to shut it behind him, he could’ve swore he saw you pull something out of one of your jacket pockets and slip it under your pillow. But he didn’t question it or call you out on it. If it was important or something concerning, he’d just deal with it another time when you weren’t in need of some serious understanding.

“H-How is s-she?” Yangyang asked his brother in what seemed like less than a second after he fully closed your bedroom door.

You had just gone through yet another gruesome debridement session, but if Sicheng hadn’t known better, one would’ve though the pup of the pack was the one he had been poking and prodding all day.

His once lively and bright smiley face was now streaked with dried up salty streams of despair and misery. His eyes looked as if they were sunken deeper into their sockets because of the ever darkening bags under them. Even his originally olive toned color had all but been drained from his body, leaving behind a cold grayed shell of his former self.

He looked terrible. He looked miserable. Then again if the roles were reversed and he had been the one to sit outside the door while he listened to his mate scream and cry for hours, he was certain he’d look just as bad if not worse than the poor maknae.

In the hopes of lessening the boy’s worry of you, he decided to hide the amount of metal shards he had taken from your body and focus on the positive, “I gave her something for the pain. She’s asleep now.” Sicheng got down to his brother’s level and patted him on the back in comfort.

“S-so she’s… she’s still alive..?” Yangyang asked as he stuttered and wiped away some new tears that had begun to form.

He didn’t sleep anymore. He stayed up most nights to be sure he’d be there in case your heart stopped beating. He didn’t go to school anymore. He switched to online courses so he could always be home and close by your room so you’d have a better chance of healing. He didn’t really speak anymore either, except to ask about how you were or what your condition was.

Hell, the only reason why he even ate a little bit of food now and then anymore was because he knew your chances of survival were higher if your mate was alive and healthy.

“Yes Yangyang, she’s alive. Just resting so her body can try to jump start her healing again.”

The second the words left his packmate’s mouth, Yangyang started bawling. He knew he could still hear your very faint heart beat, but when he actually heard from another person that you’d made it through yet again, he couldn’t help but start crying. And it wasn’t just the usual hot tears rolling down his face either. It was hard thick gasping sobs that shook his whole body.

He wasn’t even sure if part of it was because he was so weak from the lack of care to hisself or if part of it may have been because he didn’t have to be tortured with your cries anymore. None of it mattered because you were still breathing and were now resting comfortably in the sanctity of his bed behind the wall he was now using for support. And for that, he couldn’t thank whatever being that was out there that kept the universe afloat enough. You were still alive.

“I- T-Thank you gege.” He managed to quietly express once he calmed himself down and began to breathe properly again.

“Any time little brother.” Sicheng chuckled to the younger boy as he rubbed up and down his arm to relax his shaking, “Now come on. Let’s get you something to eat. It isn’t healthy for a growing boy like yourself to go so long with nothing in their stomach. And you both need for you to stay strong.” He hoisted the both of them to their feet and navigated their way to the kitchen.

You woke to a dulled throbbing sensation that almost felt like it had your left arm melting. The pain came to you so quickly and was so different than any pain you had felt so far, you couldn’t help but to jet your eyes open wide and growl out a loud “holy shit” at the harsh new hurt.

“Oh goodness, You’re awake!” A girl kneeled beside you squealed in in Cantonese urgently as she retreated her hands from your body in surprise, causing what you eventually made out to be a male from the corner of your eye to come darting to her aid.

Once you realized the new boy was forcefully nudging the sweet sounding girl out of the way thinking you were going to do something rash, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. She must’ve been one of the mates in your brother’s pack and the guy must’ve sensed his love in danger. He was being stupid in your eyes though. As if you could really harm anyone in your current state.

You shook your head gently, letting any and all air escape from your freshly healed lungs out with a shakey puff of hesitation as you replied to her in the same language she used to speak to you, “yeah. I wish I wasn’t.”

The only time you ever got any peace or calmness was when you were asleep. Sure you still had the nightmares, but you didn’t feel any of the shooting jolts you did as when you were awake unless you tried to move a lot. But at that point, you had all but trained your body to stay as still as it could while you were resting to save yourself the trouble.

“You speak Cantonese? I didn’t know you could do that! But I’m Sorry for disturbing you!” The high pitch voiced girl declared, seemingly showing a layer of watery gloss in her eyes.

You figured she must have genuinely felt bad that she had woken you doing… whatever it was she was doing so close to you, “H-How do you feel?” She stuttered to change the subject in Mandarin. Or maybe just to get your mind off the now seething pain you felt.

“Is that a trick question?”

You could tell the girl next to you wasn’t much of a threat. Her Bambi like eyes and rounded Mochi cheeks told you that. Some small part of you even remembered hearing her talking kindly to some of the others downstairs during some of your more conscious moments.

But you couldn’t stop your sharp tongue from slicing through. It was a running joke between you and your friends that you had been born as sarcastic as you were unlucky. So it was a bit fruitless for you to act like something you weren’t. You figured it was best you let everyone in the house catch a glimpse of your true personality now rather than later anyways, for their own sakes.

“Well… um-no…” She thought carefully, doing her best to pull who you could now only assume was her mate to her side so she could hold a proper conversation with you, “I just- well I wasn’t sure what else to say.” She answered honestly.

She was really just shocked you woke up at all. But now you were having a full on conversation with her in two different languages she wasn’t sure five minutes ago you even spoke. She was trying to absorb it all.

While the girl’s red eyed nostril flaring guard dog made the hair stand up on the back of your neck, you found yourself oddly endeared to the female.

She was dressed rather too brightly for your own taste, wearing a pleated pink skirt with a white lantern sleeved shirt and cutesy little barrettes in her medium length dark brown hair. She looked like the little china dolls your mom used to bring you after she got back from her trips back home, though you could tell based on her more solidified features that she was probably older than you. You decided to forgo your previous decision to keep your snarky wits about you and went for a slightly calmer demeanor than you normally would’ve.

“…How about an introduction…?”

“Of course!” The girl beamed with a giggle, “Sorry! I forgot that you haven’t met most of us yet. My name’s Yueguang! This here-” She gestured to the older male still glued to her side in protection, “-This is my mate Kun. Oh wait- do you even know what mates are…?” She wondered aloud with a head tilt.

You couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle. Now was THAT supposed to be a trick question?

“Yes. Yes I know what mates are trust me.” You replied, letting an amused smile settle on you face after a moment, “It’s nice to meet you both I suppose…”

It wasn’t that you minded meeting the rest of the pack. It’s just you didn’t like that the wolf, Kun, still had his defenses up against you. It made you feel the instinctual need to do the same.

But you had already mentally agreed with yourself to try to be nice to the girl taking care of you. She didn’t have to do whatever it was she was doing for you after all. None of them did. They were just doing it because you were their packmate’s kid sister. They weren’t obligated to help you and since you weren’t able to do much for yourself at the moment, you thought it was best to play as civil as you could. Even if it was only to the select few you found sincerely innocent in character or caring for you.

“The pleasure’s all ours!” The girl, Yueguang exclaimed, giving you a smile as she asked you with her eyes if she could continue with what it was she was doing to do before you woke up.

Since you figured whatever she was doing was necessary for you to get better, you gave her a tiny polite nod and she began to dab some rancid smelling rag against the burns on your arm. Even though it still stung, you found that if you were watching what they were doing to fix you whenever they did it that it wasn’t so bad. So that’s what you did. You stared at the cloth as it pressed against your scattered tattooed skin and started taking mental guesses as to what it was she had been tasked to do to you this time.

Within a minute or two, the stalking wolf broke through the comfortable silence with an uncomfortable question, “What’s your name?”

It was bad enough he caught you off guard with actually speaking for the first time, but the question wasn’t one you really wanted to answer.

“My what?” You played dumb, trying to express confusion while internally feeling your heart beat faster for some reason.

It shouldn’t have been a hard question. And you guessed for most people it really wasn’t. But to you, someone surrounded by a bunch of people who assumed you’d give them your Chinese name because they at least knew you were half Chinese, it was.

Yueguang sent a glare of warning over at her mate. You guessed it was probably because he spoke so suddenly and because the question no doubt caused a physical reaction that showed your discomfort, “Your name sweetheart. We just wanna know what to call you. I mean, we know Ten’s mentioned your name was Minnie, but we figured that was a nickname and not your real name, like Ten’s own name.”

So your brother had really brought you to his pack’s home in the dead of night, had them care for you and patch you up with no reward or familial obligation in sight, only to have left them completely in the dark with something even as simple as to your actual name? Yeah, that seemed like something he would do.

“Y-yeah it’s a- it’s a nickname only he calls me,” You didn’t see any point of lying about it.

It was true, only he called you that. He had since you were kids. One would’ve assumed that after everything that… happened, he would’ve reverted to calling you one of your more formal names. But even in your severely fractured siblingship he still used it.

“That’s so sweet!” It was more strange of him to do if anything. Maybe even a bit morbid of him in some twisted ‘it’s all your fault now here’s a daily reminder’ sort of way. “So you probably want us calling you something different huh?” She supposed.

“Probably, yeah.”

Part of you wondered if the paired couple could tell you were purposely being as vague and as blunt as you could. But another part of you, the part of you focused on saving yourself because you were so used to it, refused to care because they said nothing further about it in the moment if they DID notice something was up.

“So what’s your given name then?” Yueguang pressed, finally letting the evil rag fall to the ground as she started the long and grueling process of reapplying the dressing for your wounds.

“Well, I doubt you could pronounce that name.” You joked, soon realizing they wouldn’t be able to articulate it as soon as you realized the two people in your room were Chinese, “And my Chinese name is- well… it’s a bit embarrassing and I don’t like going by it.”

Once again, you were just stating a fact. Your name you usually went by back home was far too complex in tone for even native speakers of your language to pronounce right.

And your Chinese name was beyond stupid in your eyes. By the time you were born, your mother had long decided that your name would rival your brother’s name, thinking it would ideally cause the two of you to become closer having names that complimented one another. Boy, was she wrong.

“Alright. So what would you LIKE us to call you?” The stuck up boy raised his brow to you.

As much as you wanted to wipe the growing soured frown off his face, you knew you had to give everyone in the pack SOMETHING to call you. So you settled on one that was familiar enough for you to recognize if called by it, yet easy enough for it to flow off a Chinese speakers tongue as it was technically a Chinese word.

“___.”

Yueguang couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side in curiosity, “___? Is that like a shortened name of your original name?”

“Not exactly…”

“Then why that?” Kun questioned with a scrunched nose, making you wish you had forgone your previous decision to not punch him in the face.

“It’s… it’s what my other brothers and friends used to call me. Because my skin’s always been so much lighter than theirs on account of me being half chinese.”

You didn’t see a point in lying behind the origin of your name, they’d see your dark humor eventually. If the reason you had the nickname upset them, so be it.

The innocent looking girl took a noticeable pause to respond to you, “Well that’s… certainly a bit… different…”

“Yeah.”

Well, you had been fully conscious and aware of your surroundings for less than two days and had already gotten some of the pack to dislike you. That’s a new record.

“Kind of a warped sense of humor no?” Kun raised his brow at you as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Warped sense of humor? Me? Sounds about right.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle a short little laugh out. They clearly didn’t know a single thing about you. Chitta had really fucked them over in having them help you when they didn’t know a thing about how you acted.

Yue cocked her head to the side almost childishly, “What do you mean?”

You calmed your giggling session so you could answer her seriously and respectfully, “Oh nothing. I’ve just- I’ve always just had a bit of a dark and twisty personality I guess.”

“Well alright then dark and twisty girl ___-” The male wolf gave you a discrete eye roll probably not wanting to alert his mate to his annoyance, and went on, “Since you seem to be in more of a coherent state today, you mind giving us a bit of background on what happened to you? Your brother’s been-”

“Half brother.”

You couldn’t help but correct him. You knew your brother would. He always did. He seemed to hate the idea of people thinking you were full siblings. You always figured it was because in his eyes full siblings were real siblings that you had to love and half siblings were fake and could be hated when it was convenient.

After a deafening silence, the boy spoke again, “Right… Your HALF brother’s been literally zero help up until this point. So it’s been a serious case of the blind leading the blinder here.” Kun explained the situation as he ran his hand through his hair.

Was that why he seemed to naturally dislike and distrust you so much? Or could it have been because your brother let you stay with them and didn’t tell him or give him a choice?

“It all’s just… been coming back in pieces.” You answered him honestly, still not completely sure of the whole situation yourself, “I don’t remember a lot… and what I do remember doesn’t- doesn’t always make sense.”

That’s another reason why you preferred to stay asleep. The longer you slept, the more your brain seemed to want to try to put together some of the scene that had cost you a good portion of your body’s function.

The girl beside you seemed to pick up on the fact that you were having trouble understanding it all yourself and opened her mouth to speak with a kind smile, “We’ll take just about anything or any information you’d be willing to share with us at this point. Even if it’s just where you’re from ___.”

You found yourself liking Yueguang the more she spoke. She seemed like she really thought about how to word things well before she said them aloud and she gave off the sense that she cared about you. Based on how uncertainly she talked about the subject, you could tell she knew the situation was something you were still struggling to come to terms with yourself.

“Okay well- um…” You sighed lightly as you tried to explain the earliest memory from the day you got hurt, “I remember sitting in my Forger above the clouds. But I don’t really remember the original reason we were sent out, probably because our scouts spotted some bandits… but who knows?”

Yue chimed in quickly after you finished your last sentence, “Forger? What’s a Forger?”

“O-Oh,” You gulped, completely forgetting that you were in a new land that probably didn’t speak the same lingo you did, “I-it’s- um it’s a type of aircraft that-” You attempted to inform her, only to have her cut you off before you could continue.

“Aircraft?!? Like the kind that goes in the air and that they use to drop bombs and stuff!?!” She quizzed with widened doe eyes, much to your confusion.

Next to her, you noticed even Kun had a surprised look on his previously serious resting face.

“Uh…” You deadpanned with a bit of amusement behind your voice as you looked between them, “Yeah. S-Something like that I guess. Anyways- why do you- why do you sound so shocked?”

You didn’t get it, did they not have to do the same thing? Weren’t they all from China? Didn’t they have to deal with the war too?

The older girl’s face was still plastered with bewilderment as she put reason behind her concern, “It’s just- I mean- you’re so- you’re so young. I just didn’t think you’d be doing stuff like that is all.”

Young? Did they consider you… young? But you weren’t young. At least, back home you wouldn’t be considered young. Maybe in Korea you wouldn’t have been…?

“I-I started out doing that stuff pretty late compared to everyone else where I’m from actually…”

You really weren’t sure of your theory, you didn’t know the customs of your refugeed land or even of your Chinese heritage for that matter. When your mom died, you were raised by your father and ten went with his. You never really got to learn things from her because you were so little and didn’t have much of a comprehension back then. Maybe that’s why they were being weird. Maybe they considered what your people do strange for their people.

“And where’s that exactly?” Kun added, or rather jumped, in.

“Where’s what?”

He exhausted a tired sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Where you are from.”

Oh yeah. You forgot your brother was a jackass and didn’t tell them a thing about you for a second as you reminisced about your culture.

“Somewhere you’ve probably never heard of because it’s been under Russian rule for forever.”

An awkward tension filled the air, whether it was because their country was allied with Russia instead of fighting them now or because they didn’t know Russia had started another war to begin with, you weren’t sure. But it got so still around you could’ve sworn someone with normal hearing unlike you could’ve heard a pin drop.

To break the uncomfortableness, Yue decided to reroute the subject to something that could end with a better outcome, “So you fly planes?”

“I fly-” You stopped yourself, remembering that that was in your old life. You wouldn’t ever have that life again, “I- I mean I used to fly jets.”

You hated that you had to correct yourself. You hated that you weren’t back home helping. You hated that you were now laying on… someone’s bed instead of sitting in your usual cockpit fending off the invaders who were doing all they could to annihilate your people and the others like your people. It left a bitter taste in your mouth you weren’t certain you’d ever be able to shake.

Noticing the water forming in your eyes, Kun tried to stay on subject hoping it would keep you from crying and making your injuries hurt worse, “If the country you’re from is so unheard of, how did you manage to get your hands on a fighter jet from the Soviet era?” He broke you from your thoughts.

Fighter jet? Soviet era? You didn’t say either of those things exactly to the couple, though they were both true. You were just curious as to how he knew they were true…

“H-How’d you know that-”

Yueguang interrupted you before you could ask what you wanted to ask, “Kun’s got a thing for planes. Knows everything there is to know about them really. He even just got his pilots license!” She beamed a proud smile as she looked up at her mate with love, who in turn softened his face and gave a small grin back.

“Uh huh. Well- uh-” You cleared your throat due to the shock of someone actually knowing what you were speaking on in the country and because you weren’t really used to seeing such public displays of… whatever the hell it was that those two had going on. “T-The soviets left us their old scraps when they got their newer toys, probably thinking we were too primal in nature to even know what they were.” But you were wondering why your heart ached with a small hitch when you saw their eyes meeting with such emotion towards each other, almost as if they missed or wanted the same feeling with someone you loved. Almost. “But my father revamped their original outdated designs to a more modernized efficient form. He practically had us strip them down to their skeletons and, in doing so, gave us a militia capable of defending and taking back our lands.”

The incredulity was evident on Yueguang’s face as she spoke through your words, “Your dad managed that? He must be pretty smart!”

Your dad made inventions so out there and creative, he would’ve had any inventor of previous “technology” roll around in their graves. Yet he never let all the masterminding and working get in between his time with his kids.

Hell, sometimes he’d even bring you with him to his shop and explain how everything worked saying that you’d ‘need to know it all one day’ to continue his legacy anyways. He always called you his little protégée princess and had you helping him make his latest designs to showcase to the others in your village or unit. Though many knew him as a man that prided himself on his brain, family was what he truly treasured.

After your mom died, he always made sure to spend extra time with you so you’d know you still had a parental figure who was there for you. Hed take time out of his busy schedule to help you with your homework or listen to you spout off about some crazy idea that had accumulated in your head. He never raised his voice, even when times were tough and he got frustrated. He was the world’s biggest goofball who loved playing pranks between projects and was always looking for new ways to put a smile on your face.

You loved your dad with all your heart. He was just the best dad a girl could ask for.

Was the best dad a girl could ask for…

“Yeah. Yeah h-he was. But even the biggest brain in the world couldn’t stop a Uragan.”

You let your voice fall as you remembered him and what happened. It was unfair. He was brilliant and they took him away from not just you, but from your people who depended on his craft to survive. They robbed your country of the light at the end of the tunnel they so desperately needed. You hated them.

Tears began to spill out of the outer corners of your eyes and slid to the curves of your ears just as Kun tried to ask “What’s a Ura-”

If you explained anything any further, you’d cry. You’d never stop crying. The only thing that ever helped was when you were fighting to get back at the monsters that killed him. But you couldn’t do that anymore, you weren’t even in the same country anymore. Even if you managed to find your way back, you’d never be the same. You blinked away the heated water and tried to regain your composure.

You had to be strong. He’d want you to be be strong. You had to hold it together. For him.

“Annnywaaays, back to what happened” You broke his sentence apart before he could piece it together and shatter your already unevenly beating heart, “I was in my jet and then there was someone on my tail. I knew I had to lose him, but i realized my guns weren’t functioning and could see that everything below me was lighting up.”

You did your best to tell the story you saw every night in your dreams to them in a way they would understand. You remembered flying and seeing gunfire glisten against your crafts glass windows. You remembered gripping your steering with all your might and trying to fire to not avail. You remembered your pulse going through the roof and that your time was running out. You remembered being scared for the first time since your mother died. You remembered feeling trapped.

“So what’d you do?” Yueguang wondered out loud as she listened in horror.

“I did all I could do: I went higher.” You could still see the nose of the Forger going up as you did all you could to keep steady when the cockpit began to shake, “I went higher than I should’ve, I think I capped at 30,000 ft but i dont know for sure. Everything started to get… blurry pretty quickly after that.”

The girl next to you, who looked as if she was listening to some sort of action movie about to hit its climax, suddenly changed her expression to one of curiosity as she listened to you tell your tale, “But Why did everything go blurry?” She probed, obviously trying her best to tread as lightly as possible into the subject out of respect.

You couldn’t blame her for questioning everything. You realized neither of the two Chinese people next to you probably had to deal with war the way you did.

But you didn’t have a choice but to join the resistance. Once the grown adults of your nation began to fall too fast to even bury, the government had no other option but to send out the next set of individuals capable of shooting a gun with little recoil. And that group just so happened to include you and your friends.

“G-Loc, right?” Kun affirmed with you with an unreadable expression. You assumed he was attempting not to show you he was just as immersed in the whole thing as his mate was.

“Alpha boy’s probably got it.” You confirmed with the smallest of nods, “Gravity’s a real bitch.”

You still felt the shift of pressure in your head. That, topped with your heart still thinking it needed to speed up to compensate with the trauma you were going through (at least that’s what you chalked it up to), made you start to feel more nauseous than you should’ve, “I tried to descend as fast as i could. But I must’ve been losing consciousness because I started falling. And i must’ve fallen hard based on the silver shards stuck in my crushed side too.”

“How does silver have anything to do w-” You couldn’t help but cut Yueguang off because she asked what you considered to be a dumb question.

You didn’t want to be mean, but you also didn’t want to tell the story forever. As you started saying it all out loud you soon realized that it was only gonna make you feel like shit. You just hoped you could tell it the one time and that they’d tell the others (or that the others could hear for themselves if they were home) and you’d be done having to tell it. You just wanted it over with already.

“It’s what the outer shell was made of. The inner cockpit was specifically designed with copper to be sure it wouldn’t kill half my squad on impact if we crash landed. It was no secret over half of them were shifters so we had to watch the materials we used to forge our gear,” You illuminated what you meant to the mated pair, “Based on the simple fact that silver has a higher density and would’ve only crushed in on a heavy impact once molded and alloyed with a heavy duty metal like platinum or titanium, and that taking into account that my skin literally burns like I’m being scorched with a branding iron just sitting down-” You hissed through your teeth as you tried to reposition yourself slightly, only to have Kun and Yueguang help maneuver you more to your liking so you wouldn’t hurt yourself more or reopen your injuries, “-It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the fragments still lodged in my body probably happened because my seat didn’t punch out like I was meant to. Which would’ve only happened if i hit the ground too hard in too much of a hurry.” You finished, waiting for anymore questions to appear out of either of their mouths so you could answer them swiftly.

When you received none, you took that as the go ahead to add the last remaining parts to what happened, “Next thing I knew, I was looking up at the night’s sky through some of the rock and sheet metal, trapped, doing what I could to concentrate on the stars above to stay awake until help arrived. But it eventually all went black too.”

After a beat of silence, and after giving each other concerning looks, Yueguang spoke just above a whisper, “…That’s just-”

“Awful.” Kun alleviated her words with sorrow dripping through his voice.

If you weren’t so strangely made genetically, you honestly wouldn’t have even heard him. He spoke in what you could call a hardly audible whimper. Once you looked up to see his face, the only thing you could see was hurt. His heart hurt for you.

When you looked over at Yueguang, you saw just how shiny her previously joy filled eyes had become. They both felt bad for you.

Yue instinctually sat her hand to rest on your lowered forearm in comfort as she sat next to you sniffling back a sob.

You didn’t want either to feel so bad over something that wasn’t their fault, so you gave a weak smile, “It’s not all bad-” You lightheartedly chuckled to show them you were alright, “I do remember taking at least one of them in my fall zone down with me.”

You could tell that, while you comment seemed to snap the alpha back into his defensive reality of you, Yueguang was unconvinced.

“So it sounds like you’ve killed before then?” The older boy sneered with snap. But you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or if he was wanting to play his feelings off with a dark joke you were well affiliated with.

Instead of smacking him like he half expected you to, you laughed at him. It was a genuine laugh that you hadn’t expressed in the time you had been with them too.

Kun wasn’t even sure what to think of someone that would respond to an insinuation the way you had. Most people would be offended, but you just laughed. You laughed like you had heard the funniest joke of your entire life despite your wounds that no doubt must’ve been aching at you to stop. But he wasn’t getting the joke, “What’s so funny?”

“A killer judging a killer. That’s a little hypocritical dont you think?” You breathed with a sigh, wiping away tears of hilarity that had trickled their way down your eyes with your less dominate, uninjured hand.

Kun narrowed his golden eyes at you in suspicion as he looked you over. And, one again, you couldn’t tell if he was just trying to find a way out of the situation or if he was genuinely ready to pounce on you.

But through gritted teeth, he growled out “Touché” before his eyes began to spot back to the crimson color they had when you first woke up and scared his mate.

Nothing the change in her mate’s attitude, Yueguang seemed to make it her mission to get him leave the room to cool down and used the excuse of you being broken to accomplish her quest, “OKAY! How about you got make her a little something to eat so she can attempt to get her strength back up baby?”

“…Alright,” Kun eventually agreed with a huff, “Call me if you need me then my love.”

With that, he pushed himself up to stand and walked out your bedroom door, closing it a bit harder than he probably should’ve given your state.

“Sorry about him.” Yueguang apologized for her mate’s attitude, “He doesn’t mean to pry or seem so…” She trailed, searching for a word in mandarin to explain what she meant and failing miserably.

So you decided to give her one you thought worked best instead, “Fucked?” You snorted as you rolled your eyes.

“Language!” She squawked in a scolding tone, only making you feel more pride in your choice of words, “But… yeah i guess. He’s just concerned is all. We all are. This whole situation was completely unexpected. I mean we didn’t even-”

“Know I existed?”

The fact that you already knew where she was going with her sentence seemed to puzzle her, but she still answered you nonetheless, “Um… y-yeah. We only-”

“Knew about Tern?”

Now you could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out why it was you seemed to just know you brother wouldn’t even tell his own pack about you, “Y-Yeah.”

“Yeah. That’s about right too. My brother never tells people he has another sister. He hates me.”

“B-But why?” The girl stuttered, her eyes starting to get noticeably glossy again.

You figured she must’ve been a very sensitive person. Or maybe you had just numbed yourself to the whole situation with your brother either way, you saw no harm in being honest with her. She just seemed worried for you.

“Because he blames me for our mom’s death.”

This time, she gave you a reaction that bordered disbelief, “W-Why would he do that? That’s out there even for him.” She declared with a scoff.

“Because… it is my fault that she died.”

Yangyang had been sitting outside your door all day. His ass was practically glued to the same wood floor slot he always sat on at that point. He stayed by in case it could help you feel better. But staying close by you didn’t necessarily make him feel better.

At least, not while he listened to you and his sister having the conversation you were having anyways.

“What did you mean by it was your fault your mom died last time we talked?” Yangyang heard Yue quiz you from behind the wood door of his (your) bedroom.

Yangyang was there for that conversation too, you just didn’t know, he didn’t think you knew anyways. He heard you explain what happened to his alpha and his mate. He listened as you explained the situation in your home country. He cried silently as your pained voice explained how you nearly died. He knew about it all.

He just couldn’t tell you he knew or help cuddle your sad self because you didn’t even know he existed as far as he knew. The whole situation both confused and aggravated him to know end. But he couldn’t do much about it so long as you were still unable to leave the room he had given you. So he just sat and tried to absorb as much knowledge about you as he could in the hopes that it would help him get to know you as a person.

“I meant exactly what was said.” You informed her easily.

That was one thing he had learned about you from staying so close: you were very honest. Probably too honest. You didn’t seem to care what others thought nor did you care if the truth hurt someone’s feelings. In a way, Yangyang admired you for that. He’d never have the courage to do even half of what you’d said or done that he knew of.

He already knew that Yue was standing at you stunned as he listened to your skin sizzling quietly under whatever antiseptic they had been trying to cleanse your wounds with recently, “But how can that be? I don’t understand.” She stated as she pouted more of the liquid.

Yeah, he didn’t either. Then again, with how you spoke about your brother in the select few days you had been awake, he wasn’t too shocked to hear it anymore. You acted as if he wished you dead. Like he hated the very idea you even drew the same breath at him.

But as Yangyang could practically feel your heart beating next to his own, he knew how much it pained you to say such things aloud. He knew you loved Ten and cared for him more than you did yourself. Even if he didn’t love you back the way you wished he would.

“W-well… I-It was my fifth birthday. My party had just finished and I- I didn’t feel very good. I was having trouble breathing,” You spoke just above a whine, “It was late and everyone was tired, including my mom. But she was worried for me because I was getting worse.”

Before you came around, the pack had all thought that Ten’s stepmom was his mom. It wasn’t until you told everyone just how it was you two came to be related that they knew you shared the same mom. He never spoke of her and flatly refused to. But Yangyang realized the only family member you were usually comfortable speaking about was your mother.

He wasn’t sure why that was. Speaking of your dad and other brothers or family was never your favorite thing to do. The nerves would always skyrocket inside Yangyang’s chest whenever they got brought up, signaling that that reaction was probably being mirrored from you. Based on how you spoke of your mother though, she passed when you were little. So he figured maybe a decent amount of time had passed for you to have mourned properly and we’re capable of remembering her fondly.

When you brought her up into conversation, you typically had a stable heart rate and your mate couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. But when you started speaking of her now, it felt like someone was jabbing a knife straight through his rib cage. It hurt you.

“I didn’t want to go.” Yangyang heard you stifle a sniffle as your voice cracked in an almost pleading tone, making him want to burst through the door and throw his arms around you. But he couldn’t. He had to both hear and feel your heart break and was unable to do anything about it.

You let out a sad dry laugh, “Even when I was little I-I knew that I would probably stop breathing if I didn’t go within a short window. It was getting so hard to breathe. But I didn’t care about it.” You emphasized nonchalantly, “I had a bad feeling.”

“A bad feeling?” Yue questioned through your story.

“Yeah.” You answered her, “I REALLY didn’t want to go. But she insisted. She always worried herself sick over us, that time was no exception.”

Yangyang knew that too. You made it seem like both of your parents would’ve rather have died than let anything happen to you or your brothers, he gathered you had more than just a couple. He knew if he were ever lucky enough to be a parent, he’d probably feel the same way. So could understand why your mom wouldn’t listen to your begging to stay home.

“So she put me in the car and drove towards the hospital. But-” You choked, clearly catching your throat on the cries you were holding back as you remembered what had happened, “But just as the light turned green signaling her to drive forward, a-another car came a-and T-Boned her side of the car.”

“Oh no.” Yueguang exclaimed in horror at the same time as Yangyang let out a defeated, “Oh fuck.”

You were in the car with her when it happened, presumably alone. You were just a scared little sick kid. The more Yangyang learned of you, the more he wanted to hold you and never let go of you to protect you from having to deal with anything bad ever again.

“We flipped. A lot. In the end we were upside down. Somehow I managed to get my car seat undone and made my way towards my mom b-because I was scared.”

You were a toddler who wanted her mother in a terrifying situation so bad you actually pulled yourself out of your car seat and did everything you could to reach her. He couldn’t even imagine what that must’ve been like for you.

“But when i found her, s-she was losing blood. Too much blood.”

If you were gonna say what he was praying you weren’t gonna say, he would lose it. No child should ever have to go through that. No adult should ever have to go through that.

“I tried to stop it. B-but I just couldn’t.” Yangyang listened as you worked your best to hide your stuttering, but he could hear how close you were to just giving in to your sorrow and bursting into tears, “I was too little and she was too hurt.”

You weren’t even trying to hold back your tears now. Yangyang thought it was because you hadn’t actually told the story in full like that in a long time, maybe ever.

“By the time the ambulance came, she was gone.”

Then he heard Yueguang let out a whimper from deep within her chest, much like he figured she would as the most emotional one in the pack, “Oh honey.”

As much as it pained Yangyang to not be there to hold your hand through your pain, he was glad you at least had one of his sisters with you to comfort you the way he knew she was doing in that moment.

“I didn’t even get to go to the funeral. Turns out I had walking pneumonia. If i hadn’t gone to the hospital when I had, the doctors say i would’ve probably died. But instead, my mom did,” He didn’t like what you were insinuating with that comment, “I traded my mom’s life for my own.”

Your mate’s heart ached for you. You were just a baby. You couldn’t help what had happened. And for your brother to blame you for something like that, for you to blame yourself for something like that, was just 100 flavors of fucked up.

“But that’s not true ___.” Yangyang listened as Yue began lecturing you on why you couldn’t have stopped what had happened.

Then you said something that made even the sweet girl in the room with you’s blood boil, “It is to my brother.”

And just like that, Yangyang went from being heartbroken to being pissed. What kind of brother would ever let their baby sister who had just watched their mother die feel like it’s her fault? The world’s biggest jackass, that’s who. The angry growl that pushed passed his lips wasn’t one that he could have controlled even if he wanted to.

“Well he’s wrong!” Yueguang declared with the stomp of her shoe that vibrated the floor boards to the wolf sitting on them with superhearing.

“None of it matters anymore. What’s done is done. The past is the past,” You brushed off the older girl’s annoyance and your willingness to comply with your usual sad giggle that Yangyang determined you must’ve always done when you found a situation hopeless, “I’d rather just talk about something else.”

“O-Okay. Like what?” The hesitation in his sister’s voice about changing the subject was obvious but she went with it because it’s what you wanted. Not that the pup could blame her, he would’ve done the exact same thing. In fact, he was 99.99999% positive he’d do just about anything you wanted him to if it made you happy.

“Has that pink haired boy been sitting outside my door the whole time I’ve been here?”

Yangyang all but shit himself when you acknowledged his existence so easily. Here he had been jumping through hoops to keep you from finding out he was your mate before you were ready. But you already figured out he was staying outside your door the whole time you had been staying with the pack.

The started Yueguang probably wanted to lie to protect him, but in the end, the only thing she could muster out was, “Um… just about yes…”

“And why has he been doing that exactly?”

“Well… uh- Because he’s just… a very empathetic boy and he’s very concerned for you.” As Yangyang listened to his sister spout off a sorry excuse for a coverup, he couldn’t help but mentally face palm himself.

“Uh huh,” You continued, increasingly unimpressed with the taller girl’s answers, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bad liar? Do you guys seriously think I dont know what’s been going on?”

You knew about wolves. Of course you’d put two and two together, you were super smart after all. Yangyang just wished he hadn’t spent all that time away from you when he could’ve been by your side holding you hand instead.

“Okay maybe I’m not the best liar…,” Yueguang defended herself, “But it was at least half true! He really is very concerned for you!”

Yangyang should’ve probably felt more embarrassed at the whole situation, but in the end, all he could do was laugh. He definitely had his work cut out for him having you as his mate.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Can you just tell him to get in here so i can meet him already? At this point, it’s gonna end up just being plain weird if i don’t talk to him soon!”

So, as per your request, he lifted himself off the spot he had become so well acquainted with over the time you had come to live with them, dusted off his pants, turned the knob and opened his bedroom door.

“Hi…” Yangyang said with a shy smile as he met your icy gaze for the first time.

You let out something that resembled a school girl giggle as you felt the familiar feeling of your heart pounding in your chest, “Um… Hi there!”

(Last Updated 7/26/22)

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YANGYANG + THE TANK TOP // ON MY YOUTH JACKET BEHIND PT. 2

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All About You

SUMMARY | You and your five boyfriends go on a trip. PAIRING | NCT ‘00 Line/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, gangbang, multiple penetration, sex in general, filthy sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6K words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Oh lord…please excuse me as I go dunk myself in holy water.

"Baby, are you close?" Haechan whispered in your ear as he stroked your cheek.

"Fuck, Haechan...I'm so close." You could barely get the words out through your panting breath.

"Fuck, she's clenching down on me!" Jeno groaned, his breathing matching yours, "She must be very close, because it feels like she's squeezing the life out of my dick."

Haechan let out a chuckle and stroked your hair back gently, watching as you bounced on Jeno's cock, taking him all the way inside of you, causing you to tremble with pleasure at how good you felt wrapped around his thick shaft. He moved his hand up from your hip to the small of your back and squeezed gently. "It looks like your body is craving more."

"Mmm..." You moaned and then quickly corrected yourself, "Not that I don't love what we're doing now, but I need to feel something more inside of me too."

Jeno started thrusting faster now and Haechan stopped rubbing your ass to move his other hand to the front of your body, resting it on your clit. He lightly pinched it as he continued moving your hips up and down on Jeno's cock. "That's right, baby. Fuck your little pussy harder for us."

You bit your lip as you rode Jeno's cock faster. Your legs were starting to shake now, which only intensified your need for release. "Oh god, Haechan, I'm gonna come so hard..."

"Did she come yet?" You heard Jaemin asking Haechan as they watched you ride Jeno's dick. There was no mistaking the lust in his voice. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting off on this just as much as you were.

"Kitten," Renjun whispered in your ear. "Does Jeno's cock feel good? Tell us how it feels."

"So good...so fucking good..." You whimpered, feeling Jeno's cock throbbing inside of you.

"Our little dumpling must be close." Yangyang muttered from his spot in the corner, watching you riding Jeno's cock with nothing but a towel covering him. "And that tight pussy of hers is milking his cock for everything it's worth."

"Baby, you look so damn hot right now." Haechan whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses along your neck, letting them linger near your collarbone. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against Haechan's chest.

"Oh my god, I'm coming..."

Your body shook from the waves of pleasure washing over you and you cried out as Jeno began filling your insides with his warm seed. You clenched down on him, trying to milk every last drop of cum from his balls, but the man simply refused to let go. He kept grinding into you, his dick still hard, even after he had finished shooting his load deep inside of you. As he held himself inside of you, your body shuddered uncontrollably, your face buried in Haechan's chest as you trembled and cried from the blissful aftershocks of orgasmic bliss coursing through your body. It took you several minutes before you could regain control of your body enough to slide off of Jeno and collapse on the bed beside him.

Jaemin came to your side in an instant, kissing you deeply as you reached out to grasp his naked chest. "How does our little Y/N feel? Do you want more?"

Ever since you and your five boyfriends moved in together, your sex life has become a daily ritual of steamy threesomes, late night drunken sessions and even spontaneous gang bangs. You can never get enough of each other and it's all thanks to you being open minded and not putting labels on anything that goes on between you.

To the outside world, you and Haechan were just a couple that loved each other deeply and unconditionally, but that was just one side of the story. They knew about Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang but most people assumed that you were all just friends. And while they may have thought that the six of you had settled into an unbreakable bond, they couldn't possibly know what really went on behind closed doors.

You laid in bed, trying to compose yourself as you listened to your boyfriends talking about how well the night went. Jaemin was whispering sweet words in your ear, praising how much of a good girl you'd been, saying that you made sure to make everyone feel good, how you deserved to have such good men worship you. The others were making similar comments about how they had all enjoyed themselves, but Jeno sounded especially proud.

You smiled softly to yourself and glanced over to see Haechan smiling at you with pure adoration. He was your whole world. No matter how many times you came, or how many orgasms you gave out, you would always return to him, unable to find anyone else who could match the passion you shared with him. Even though he was your first real boyfriend, he would always hold a special place in your heart because he taught you how to love, and trust.

As your thoughts drifted to Haechan's strong arms wrapped around you and his firm lips caressing your skin, you remembered another reason why you loved Haechan so much: Because he had introduced you to the other four men who would change your life forever. You had five men who loved you as their own and wanted to share you with each other, without any rules or limits. And the best part was, no matter what happened, you would always have Haechan there to take care of you, loving you with all of his heart.

"Baby, you okay? Are you feeling sore?" Haechan kissed your forehead tenderly as he replaced Jeno's spot on the bed.

"No, I'm fine...just thinking about tonight makes me tired." You said and buried your head in his chest.

"Ahhh...that's understandable. It takes a lot of energy for us to fuck that tight little pussy of yours over and over again." Jeno laughed as he caressed your thigh. "But don't worry; we'll let you rest tomorrow. We'll go ahead and get cleaned up for now."

You snuggled closer to Haechan, smiling to yourself as you felt Renjun and Yangyang clean your body with washclothes and soap, gently wiping away every last trace of sweat and semen from your flushed skin. As you drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that these five men would protect you and make sure that you always had what you needed, you couldn't help but smile.

"I feel like I've been torn in half." You groaned the next morning, your head on Jaemin's shoulder. "I swear, if my vagina hurts anymore, I might die."

"You say that all the time, bunny." Jaemin laughed. "But you still want us to fuck you senseless, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. You guys are just lucky I'm built like a goddamn pole. You all can use me however you want."

Renjun chuckled as he joined in the conversation. "I think it's safe to say that there isn't a man alive who doesn't want to bend our little Y/N over and take her for a ride."

"Speaking of rides..." Jeno piped up, placing his hand under your chin and turning your head to meet his eyes, "we have some news to share with you."

Yangyang cleared his throat. "Yeah...we talked about it last night, and decided to take a trip to Busan. We'd thought it would be nice to take a vacation together before school starts."

Jaemin nodded, "We all really wanted to do this. You deserve a nice vacation and this is something that we've been wanting to do for a long time."

"Really? A road trip?" You asked, perking up a bit at the prospect of spending some alone time with the guys.

"Really, really." Haechan said as he walked into the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and sat down next to you. "Are you excited?"

You grinned. "Very."

"Okay, great." Haechan kissed you again and then turned his attention to the others. "Well, what do you say, guys? Shall we pack up and hit the road?"

The guys began chattering amongst themselves, discussing what they should bring with them and where they should stop along the way. After they had finally settled on what they were going to bring and where they would stay during their vacation, you stood up from the table and stretched, yawning loudly. "I guess I better get ready for the day. Let me get my bag packed and I'll be ready to go."

"I'll drive today." Jaemin volunteered. "I wanna see if I can break any land speed records."

"Oh yeah?" You asked, feigning surprise. "Should I start counting miles or something?"

He chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. When you're not fucking one of us, that is."

You rolled your eyes. "Is sex all you guys think about?"

"Only if it's with you, Y/N." Yangyang winked at you. "But yeah, we can't get enough of your pussy either."

Renjun nodded enthusiastically. "Aye, same here. Those cute tits of yours keep me up at night."

Jeno nodded his head, "That sweet, tight little pussy keeps us up at night too. That pussy is seriously the perfect blend of creamy smoothness and dripping wet, wet nectar. Every time I taste it, it's like I've died and gone to heaven."

You groaned and buried your head in Haechan's chest as he let out a chuckle. "Man, you guys are hopeless."

They all laughed as you walked out of the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. You shed your clothes, stepped into the shower, and stood in the hot water as it washed over your skin. With each passing second, you could feel the tension in your muscles slowly leaving your body and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.

Just as you started to drift off, a hand suddenly gripped your hip tightly and spun you around so that you were facing Haechan. Burying his face in your wet hair, he whispered huskily in your ear, "Don't fall asleep now, baby. Wouldn't want you to get hurt. Stay awake, okay?"

"Do I finally get some alone time with my Haechannie? Or will the other boys come in and steal me away?" You giggled softly.

"It's just me, love." Haechan said, grabbing the shampoo and dispensing it into his hands. He lathered your hair. "Just you and me."

"I love you, Haechan." You leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Haechan hummed softly as he continued to wash your hair. "I love you too, baby. Don't forget that."

When Haechan was done rinsing you off, he led you out of the shower and dried you off gently with a large fluffy white towel. Once he was satisfied that you were completely dry, he took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. "Come on, sleepy head. Time to get dressed and get going."

After you had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, Haechan scooped you up in his arms and carried you out to the living room. You watched as he placed you on the couch and hurried over to grab your backpack.

Your stomach grumbled as you looked around the room, noticing that everyone else seemed to be occupied with packing their things.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes, Y/N." Renjun announced.

Jaemin smiled as he climbed onto the couch next to you, placing his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, babe. Let's go get some food for you. We'll eat breakfast, then load up the car and leave. Sounds good?"

"That sounds great." You replied and cuddled close to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything, you guys."

"Aw, shucks. Thank you for coming with us." Jeno smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips. "And you know we wouldn't have gone anywhere without you, right?"

Yangyang kissed you on the cheek and pulled you close. "This trip wouldn't have been the same without you. Just remember that."

"I know." You said and gave him a quick hug.

After all of the guys had finished packing up, they gathered around the kitchen table to eat a quick meal before hitting the road. After finishing off a plate full of scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns, you were stuffed.

"Alright, I think I'm good to go." You laughed as you pushed your plate away from you.

Jeno smiled. "Good, 'cause I don't want to carry you to the car."

You giggled and patted his cheek playfully. "Uh huh, you say that but I know you'd enjoy it too much."

Everyone laughed as you got up from the table and followed Jaemin out of the house. When you reached the driveway, you saw the two cars that were being loaded up.

Haechan opened your door for you and held out his hand. "Ready?"

"Yep!" You grabbed his hand and he helped you climb into the passenger seat of the jeep. Before you knew it, you were backing out of the driveway and heading toward Busan.

As the sky darkened overhead, you glanced outside of the window and noticed that the town had begun to fade into the distance. The mountains that loomed over the valley were growing larger and more prominent, drawing closer and closer until they enveloped the entire landscape, making it impossible to see anything but darkness.

Suddenly, the car stopped moving as Haechan pulled into a rest stop. You watched the other car pull up behind you and soon both vehicles came to a halt.

"Y/N!" Yangyang shouted as he bounded out of the other jeep and made his way to open your door, only to bury his face in your hair. "I missed you."

You patted his head. "Yangyang, we were just separated by cars. It's not the same thing as actually being apart."

Jaemin pouted as he emerged from the driver's side of the other jeep. "Man, he beat me to get Y/N's attention first."

Renjun shrugged and got out of the other jeep, smiling brightly at you. "Well, hello there, cutie. How's my favorite girlfriend doing? Being stuck in the car with Haechan and Jeno didn't make you go crazy?"

You shook your head. "Not even a little bit."

"Good girl." Renjun ran his fingers through your hair. "Now, are you hungry? We have a little while until we reach Busan."

"Actually, I am kind of hungry." You admitted. "What do you guys have?"

"There's some watermelon, grapes and pretzels in the cooler in the trunk." Renjun informed you. "There's also a picnic basket in there with sandwiches and other snacks in it. We also brought along a few bottles of water."

"Sounds delicious." You laughed as you leaned back against the seat. "Now feed me."

Once everyone had finished eating, Haechan switched off the headlights and opened the windows. The cool breeze caressed your cheeks and played with your hair, sending chills down your spine. Your eyes fell upon the mountain range ahead of you and you felt an overwhelming sense of awe and wonder as the deep purple of the night sky glowed eerily in the background. In spite of how dark it was outside, you could clearly make out every detail of the mountains as they rose high above you, looming silently in the night air. The moon cast a gentle glow across the landscape and illuminated every path of its journey, leading you through a picturesque wilderness.

You leaned out the window to watch Yangyang and Renjun converse quietly beside you. Their voices floated through the wind and surrounded you as you listened to the hushed tones of their voices. From time to time, they would look over at you and smile warmly, reassuring you with every glance. You blushed at their constant adoration of you and you tried your best to pay attention to their conversation. They were discussing how busy school was going to be when they returned to Seoul.

"Hey, baby. Are you getting tired?" Haechan whispered softly into your ear.

“Just a little.” You let out a small yawn. “But, honestly, it doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, I couldn’t possibly ever be tired.”

Haechan gazed at you lovingly. "Good answer. Let’s take over the backseat when we get back on the road. Jeno can take over the driving while we sleep.”

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." You mumbled, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.

As soon as the car was in motion again, Haechan crawled into the backseat and tucked you in beside him.

"Sleep well, beautiful." He whispered softly. "Love you."

"I love you too." You murmured, snuggling closer to him.

For the next hour or so, you laid there in silence, simply enjoying the closeness of your boyfriend and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. Each time you began to drift off, you would hear a voice murmur softly in your ear, always waking you up within seconds.

"Keep sleeping, baby." Haechan mumbled in between kisses. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the casual banter of Haechan and Jeno as they engaged in small talk while Jeno drove. A feeling of contentment flooded your heart as you drifted further and further into dreamland. For once, you were truly relaxed and stress free.

Soon, you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into sleep, lulled by the soothing sound of Haechan’s gentle breathing and the hypnotic sway of the car as it raced along the winding roads. All too soon, you were lost in a state of blissful slumber.

When you awoke, you blinked a few times to adjust your vision and slowly turned to find yourself nestled against Haechan’s firm chest. His strong arms were wrapped around you protectively, cradling you gently against him. You took a moment to appreciate the comfort of this intimate embrace. To know that someone cared about you so deeply was a truly comforting thought.

You felt the car come to a stop and heard the door unlock as Renjun entered the vehicle. Opening your eyes, you saw Haechan stirring beside you, taking in your awakening state. He quickly moved his arm off of you and rubbed his face as he sat up.

"I guess we've arrived." He mumbled groggily, stretching out his limbs.

You felt Jaemin climb into the car and lean over, handing you a bottle of water. You took a sip and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're here."

The other guys started to unload the jeeps and make their way into the little house that you rented out for the duration of your trip. When they had finally finished and piled into the living room, they each gave you hugs.

"Morning, princess." Jeno murmured affectionately. "You looked so peaceful sleeping during the drive. I didn't want to wake you."

You grinned. "Thanks, Jeno. I really needed sleep."

"Of course, Kitten." Renjun walked over and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't you worry. We'll take care of you."

You smiled at him gratefully and accepted the kiss. “Thank you. I’m so glad I get to spend this week with you guys.”

“We’re so glad you decided to come with us.” Haechan commented as he walked over and knelt down beside you. “It means a lot to us that you agreed to go on this trip."

"I love you all, you know that right?” You sighed happily. “Every single one of you is my family."

"Hi, dumpling." Yangyang kissed you lightly on the lips. "Looks like you slept well."

You cuddled closer to him. "I did. That nap really helped, especially after that long car ride."

Yangyang smiled. "We're happy to hear that."

He took your hand in his and squeezed it. "How about we grab some food now? I'm sure we're all famished from the long drive."

You stood up and stretched. "Sounds good to me."

"Come on, you guys. Let's go." Renjun called as he led the way into the house.

You followed the others inside and waited patiently for them to finish unpacking and preparing breakfast. Soon, the smell of fresh waffles filled the house and your stomach growled loudly. While you enjoyed the waffles, you took the opportunity to give each man another kiss. They each responded happily, basking in your admiration of them.

While you ate, you conversed with everyone else in the group, laughing and talking merrily as you discussed what they planned to do during the trip. Everyone seemed excited to explore Busan and the surrounding areas and you were eager to follow suit. By the time you had finished eating, it was already past noon.

Haechan pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, bringing up a map of the area.

"Okay, since this is the first leg of our trip, we're gonna need to take things easy." Haechan explained. " Let's rest for the rest of the day and we'll start our activities tomorrow. What do you think?"

You paused for a moment before nodding. "Sure. Sounds good to me."

"Alright then." Haechan checked the time. "Jeno, let's put some music on. No reason why we can't have a party while we relax today."

Jeno nodded. "Gotcha."

Within minutes, he was browsing through his playlist and humming a catchy tune. As soon as he had selected a song, the entire group erupted into cheers and applause. Even you joined in with them and sang along with the lyrics.

As the song continued, you made your way over to Jaemin and plopped yourself in his lap. He smiled warmly and took your hands in his.

"Now this is a surprise. Why is my precious angel sitting in my lap?"

"Oh, nothing much." You giggled. "Just wanted to be closer to you."

Jaemin stroked your cheek softly with his thumb and tenderly cupped your face in his hands. "So sweet. You might as well give me some lovin’ now."

You obliged him eagerly, pressing your body tightly against his as you pressed your lips against his own. As soon as your lips met, sparks flew between the two of you and you felt your heart flutter in excitement. After spending a solid ten minutes of making out with him, you reluctantly pulled away, breaking the connection between you two.

Jaemin gently wiped away the remnants of your lipstick and licked his lips suggestively. "Now I'm expecting more of that later."

With a seductive smirk, you ran your hands over his shirt and pressed your lips to his neck, planting kisses against his skin.

"Are you trying to get the other guys jealous?" Jaemin let out a small huff of laughter. "Because I think it's working."

"Oops." You pouted innocently. "Sorry. Guess I got carried away. I can't help it when I'm with you all. My hormones just run wild whenever I'm near you all. It must be because of how hot you are. You turn me on so easily."

"Mmm…" Jaemin leaned in and nibbled on your bottom lip playfully. "You're right. How am I supposed to focus when you're distracting me like this?"

Your mouth moved away from his, trailing hot kisses down his jawline. As you traced your tongue along his neck, he placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Every touch of your lips against his sent shivers down his spine and heightened the pleasure you both experienced.

"Oh, Y/N…" He moaned as you pulled away. "Seriously...you're making the others jealous."

You looked over at the others and let out a laugh of your own. It appeared that Jeno and Haechan had taken notice of your display and raised their eyebrows. "I think one of them is ready to throw me over their shoulder and carry me to the bedroom."

Jaemin shook his head, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. "Instead of the bedroom..."

"What are you insinuating, Na Jaemin?" You teased.

Jaemin gestured to the couch cushions. "These cushions look very comfortable..."

You dropped to your knees in front of him and reached for the waistband of his pants. Haechan and Jeno watched on in amusement as you undid the button and zipper of Jaemin's jeans.

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing I've ever seen." Jaemin chuckled as you slid his jeans and boxers down his legs, exposing his erect cock. "You gonna suck my dick while the others watch? Because I don't mind if you do."

"You like it when I get naughty, Jaemin?" You smirked.

Jaemin shook his head fondly. "I like everything about you, Y/N."

With a seductive grin, you lowered your mouth to his dick and placed your lips around it. You gently sucked on his length, drawing small moans from his throat. With each stroke, you would take a bit more of him into your mouth until you had taken all of him in. The room was silent except for the moans coming from Jaemin's mouth and the slight slurping sound of you bobbing your head up and down on his shaft.

Soon enough you heard Renjun's soft breathing as he took a seat next to Jaemin, his throbbing erection straining against his jeans. He opened his pants and began rubbing himself over his own bulge, moaning loudly in pleasure. Yangyang sat on Jaemin's other side, already fist pumping his own cock. You watched as Jeno let out a low moan, growing hard as you continued sucking on Jaemin's dick. Haechan kneeled next to you, his hands already rubbing your sweet aching nub as he praised you for taking Jaemin's cock so nicely.

Jaemin's eyes rolled back in his head as he grew more and more aroused, letting out guttural cries of pleasure.

Jaemin grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up to meet his thrusting hips. Your tongue fluttered across the tip of his member and you could feel his body shudder with ecstasy.

Jaemin finally came with a loud shout, shooting his hot cum into your mouth. As you greedily swallowed every last drop of semen, Jaemin collapsed back against the cushions and sighed contently.

You were definitely feeling horny now. Especially after seeing how pleased everyone was with you, wanting to reward you for doing such a good job. While Jaemin caught his breath, you went over to Renjun and tugged at his pants. "Now I'm feeling generous."

His eyes widened as you pulled out his hardened cock and brought it to your lips. "You wanna go again, baby?"

"Mmm...I could suck all of your cocks right now if you'd like me to." You said sweetly, running your tongue around the tip of his dick. "But now I want all of your dicks. In my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, in my hands..."

Renjun's eyes gleamed with lust as he slid his hands under your short top, lifting it up above your breasts. "Well, isn't this quite the sight?"

Renjun stroked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head up towards his face. "It doesn't matter where you put my dick, baby. All that matters is you feeling good."

You glanced over at Haechan and the other guys, each of them slowly taking off their clothes. Jaemin threw one of the throw pillows on the floor, Haechan taking his position to lay down on it. His eyes were fixated on you, watching as you crawled up his body, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sunk down unto his waiting erection, feeling the fullness of him filling your wet slit.

The smell of arousal was thick in the air and everyone in the room was more than ready to fuck. You couldn't help but feel so damn sexy, wearing nothing but a smile as you lay atop Haechan.

Once you had settled down onto his thick length, you looked up into his eyes. "Ready?"

Haechan laughed. "I'm always ready for you, babe."

You closed your eyes and savored the moment, pressing your naked breasts into his chest. Slowly, you began rocking your hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of your movement with the waves of pleasure that radiated throughout your entire body. Before you knew it, Haechan had his hands on your hips, holding you still as he pounded you harder and faster. You let out muffled whimpers as you arched your back, closing your eyes and soaking in the sensation of being fucked.

You leaned forward, feeling Yangyang positioned himself behind you, his dick lining up with your ass hole.

"Oh fuck." You moaned, feeling both Haechan and Yangyang filling you up. "Yes!"

Yangyang pushed himself deep inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Both of your holes were stretched beyond capacity by the multiple dicks penetrating them. Yet you didn't care. The only thing you cared about right now was making sure all your boyfriends feel good.

Renjun stood in front of you, dick in hand as he guided it to your mouth. "Open up, kitten. Take my cock."

You obediently opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and withdrew, quickly sliding his cock back into your mouth. With a deep moan, Renjun thrust harder and deeper into your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You reached for Jaemin and Jeno's cocks, taking both in your hands and stroking them in unison. With a series of movements, you worked them both to a state of orgasmic bliss. Their moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room and filled you with joy. You grinned widely, knowing they were enjoying themselves. You all matched each other's pace; Haechan slamming into your pussy, Yangyang pounding your ass, Renjun shoving his dick down your throat and you fist pumping both Jeno and Jaemin.

Before long, the sounds of grunting and groaning echoed throughout the room, intermingling together to create a beautiful symphony of sex. Each of you became completely lost in the moment, no longer caring who was getting what. Only concerned with pleasing your partners and they pleasing you.

"Fuck, Y/N." Haechan growled, his cock buried balls deep inside of you. "Look at how turned on you are. Seeing all us guys take turns fucking you is driving you crazy, isn't it?"

You nodded vigorously, swallowing thickly as you enjoyed the attention of five rock hard cocks.

"I can tell." He said, bringing his head close to yours. "Tell me, baby. Use your words. Tell me how much you love having us inside of you."

You nodded once again, unable to form any words. Your heart raced and your breath quickened.

Haechan smiled lovingly. "That's it, baby. Feel free to say whatever comes to your mind. Even if it's just some naughty words or an animalistic growl."

You felt Jeno replacing Yangyang's spot from behind you, easing his large dick inside of your ass. "You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?"

"God yes!" You cried, biting your lower lip. "It feels amazing! And your dick feels so big inside of me!"

Jeno pumped his hips, filling your ass with his dick. "How does it feel?"

You felt Haechan's hands come to rest on your hips, keeping you steady as he thrust deeper into you. "So good...fuck. Fuck. Oh god. Yes."

Jeno pulled out and slammed back into you, his body moving in sync with Haechan. "Let's hear you say it again."

"Ugh. Uhhuhu..." You moaned as the feeling of two dicks sliding in and out of you grew stronger.

Yangyang positioned himself in front of you, his dick slapping against your cheek. "Come on, baby. don't forget about us."

You couldn't help but swallow up his dick, Renjun and Jaemin in your hands at the same time. Your lips parted and you gasped as he pushed his way past your tongue. It felt so warm and good, almost surreal. A delicious mix of sensations rushed through your body, pushing you over the edge into another intense climax.

You moaned and whimpered as the world began to spin around you. This orgasm felt like it lasted forever.

Jaemin and Renjun eyes were locked on you as they stared at you from above, witnessing your passion as they coated your body with their hot jizz. Yangyang couldn't help but hold your head against his cock as he let himself go, grunting loudly as his seed filled your mouth. You felt Jeno's dick stiffen before unloading his cum in your ass and Haechan's cock pulsed several times as he finished filling you up with his seed.

Once the orgasms subsided, the six of you curled up together in the pile of cushions, lazily chatting and caressing each other. Soon, you all fell asleep, lulled by the soft melody of the song playing in the background.

You awoke to find yourself nestled snugly in Haechan's arms. You stretched your limbs and yawned widely, looking around the room curiously. Everyone was still fast asleep, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting beautiful colors on the sleeping faces of the boys. For a moment, you lingered, content to watch the guys sleep.

You wiggled out of Haechan's embrace and winced from the aftermath of all the fucking and sucking that had happened last night. As you rose to your feet, you saw Renjun stirring beside Haechan. He lifted his head and blinked several times before looking at you. A smile crossed his face as soon as he recognized who it was.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Renjun whispered. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Your cheeks flushed and you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. "No more gangbangs for the next few weeks. I'm so sore."

Renjun laughed quietly. "Aw, poor little thing. Whose fault was it to have everyone all at one time?"

"Shut up." You pouted playfully. "You knew what kind of person you were dealing with."

Haechan stirred and groggily got to his feet, rubbing his eyes. He gazed at you with sleepy eyes and stroked your cheek affectionately.

"Morning, love." He murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I could crawl into bed and never leave." You answered honestly. "If I ever ask for another gangbang, I need you to intervene. I can't handle it."

Haechan kissed you on the forehead. "Don't worry about it, darling. If you really don't want to experience another round, I'll make sure that you don't. Promise."

The rest of the guys woke up, each asking how you were feeling from last night. You told them that your legs and back were aching but you otherwise felt fine. Each of them nodded solemnly, having been present during last night's event.

"Sorry, Princess." Jeno muttered. "Maybe next time we won't do it all at once."

"I'm banning sex from all of you." You retorted, rolling your eyes. "Please let my vagina rest."

Everyone burst out laughing, happy to see you feeling better. After breakfast was prepared and served, everyone showered and dressed before heading outside. It was a beautiful day today and it made you glad that they didn't decide to cancel the trip. They had gone swimming earlier in the day, bringing you along to splash around with them. You and the others spent the entire afternoon laying on the beach, soaking up the sun and listening to music. At dinner, you enjoyed the seafood you ordered while watching the waves crash against the sand. By the end of the evening, you couldn't help but fall asleep in Haechan's arms, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the waves.

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neonsbian · 2 months

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kun & yangyang visiting ten during filming for nightwalker <3

#wayv #nct #nctinc #wayvnet #wayvedit #nctedit #ten #kun #yangyang #ten lee #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #qian kun #liu yangyang #gifs #userbexrex #oorieri #wayv family 6ever 😭

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xiaojuun · 3 months

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low low era yangyang ♡ for @berryjaellie !

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yutaslaugh · 7 months

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happy 23rd birthday, yangyang! #liuckytohaveyangyang

#nctinc #kpopco #wayvnet #yangyang #liu yangyang #wayv #happyyangyangday #nct #resa**#userresa #useroro #awekslook #aleksbestie #cheytermelon #hanatonin #ocora

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sweetiesicheng · 2 years

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yangyang - music show

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happy birthday to yangyang ! ready for a wayv comeback to happen

"—like star-crossed lovers. when we shine just brighter," you sang while dancing on stage. all of a sudden, the music changed to a different song that you had never heard of but then changed back to your song. you just kept performing since this performance was a live recording.

once your stage ended, you left the stage during the blackout and went backstage with your dancers.

"y/n, you did great!" one of the dancers said to you, despite the mishap.

"thanks, you guys did great too," you said to them and sighed. "what was with the music?" you questioned.

"who knows. technology can be so unreliable sometimes," one of your dancers said.

"y/n! there you are!" your manager ran up to you. "good work out there. that was a good set you had."

"thank you," you said. "i'll be right back. i'm going to get a drink," you said. you started walking away and sighed as you walked down a hallway. you found a chair that was in the hallway and sat down on it.

i probably looked stupid out there...

the choreography was difficult for you, and you had messed up while you were on stage just minutes before. along with the music mishap, the stage just wasn't in your favor.

"you okay?" you looked up and saw a member of nct, yangyang.

"oh, hello," you immediately stood up and bowed.

"you don't need to be so formal with me. i just wanted to see if you are okay," yangyang said to you. "here," he handed you a bottle of water and motioned for you to sit down again. you sat down on the chair again. "i like your song, and your music video was really cool,” he said.

"oh, thank you," you said to him. you opened the water bottle and drank some water. "will you be performing soon?"

he nodded, "yea. in a bit," he answered. "you know, your choreography looks really hard, but you're an amazing dancer."

"oh, i'm not that good. i'm better at singing," you said to him.

"don't doubt yourself! you're really good!" he said to you.

"y/n, you need to get changed and your hair needs to get done!" you heard your manager yell from down the hall. you nodded and stood up from the chair.

you looked at yangyang, "it was nice to meet you," you smiled at him.

"nice to meet you, too. hey, could i get your number? maybe we could dance together one day," he asked.

"yea, sure," you nodded. yangyang took his phone out and handed it to you. you typed your phone number in for him and handed his phone back. "i gotta go. see you later.”

"yea, see ya."

both of you walked away in opposite directions with you walking back to get ready for the finale stage.

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galacticseonghwa · 6 months

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Can you (if you want to of course hshs) do the pretty boy text you did with dream but with WayV? Pls?

Thank you.

i can do that my love! i hope you like it <3

WAYV reactions to you calling them pretty boy for the first time

INCLUDES: wayv being whipped, expressing my delusions for them tbh, yang yang not escaping the daddy live, this is my first time doing wayv texts so I'm trying to find the right personalities for them over text so it'll be a little bit awkward

#galacticseonghwa #nct #nctzen #wayv #wayv smut #wayv fic #wayv fake texts #qian kun #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #dong sicheng #xiao dejun #hendery wong #liu yangyang

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possession1981 · 5 months

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YANGYANG On My Youth jacket behind the scenes

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glitxhwayventeen · 2 years

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The Half-Blooded One

Yangyang

Characters: Yangyang x female reader

Warnings: complaining, pain/soreness/injuries, mentions of mental manipulation, mentions of crying, mentions of war, implications of being a soldier, mentions of abandonment and death, mentions of blood, weight mentions, mentions of an accident, family/sibling issues/ten being a bad brother, some swearing/cursing. I think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything pls!

Author’s Note: So just gonna say it now, she’s one of my favorite mate’s for reasons that have yet to be made public. Let me know how you guys like her story! I know this is short but More will be explained with the Second part to his story trust me! And I love Ten I swear it’s just for the story don’t hate me!!!!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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The Half-Blooded One: Part 2

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It was just a normal day. Yue and Kun were in the kitchen cooking a new recipe they had learned together for dinner. Xiaojun and the very pregnant Daiyu were arguing over his guitar playing keeping her up at night for the umpteenth time that week. And Sicheng, Ten, and Yangyang were playing some weird card game the eldest of the three had invented. The only thing out of the ordinary was that one of their pack members was out of town for the next month visiting his various sisters.

But other than that, it was really just another normal day for their small little pack. That is, until a phone ringing erupted through the trio’s peaceful playing, making Chittaphon’s eyes suddenly widen in distress at the caller ID before excusing himself to answer the call.

The youngest of the group of 7, though a bit startled at the departure of their second in command right after said call and whispering in secrecy with the alpha in the kitchen, didn’t think much of what had happened as he figured it was too close to bedtime for him to care.

The group that was left finished up the meal that the eldest mated couple had cooked for them, sent some random funny small talk around the table as everyone wrapped up their plates, and commenced out their day with quick good nights in order to go on to their respective rooms.

Once in his room on the ground level, Yangyang hurriedly ridded himself of his confining shirt and slipped into his sleep pants before crawling his way under his covers and resting his head on his plush pillow, eventually drifting off to dream land after yet another rather boring evening with his pack.

Everything was as it should be. Yet he still couldn’t help but wonder where in the world had Ten gone after leaving so suddenly. And why the hell hadn’t he come home yet?

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It wasn’t until he heard the front door of their relatively large home fling open at about two in the morning that he got his answer. The piece of wood had bounced back to the wall behind it, causing his eyes to pop open from their deep sleep.

The pink haired boy was so startled, he didn’t even think to put a shirt on before opening his own bedroom door in order to rush down the hall to investigate.

Some part of his brain that had actually managed to wake, which wasn’t a large part mind you as he was literally snoring in his bed less than a minute ago, reasoned with him to have some sense of caution as, when he stealthed his way to the end of the long corridor, he could still smell a foreign scent through his mind fog.

A foreign wolf’s scent. And the further he creeped towards the set of stairs near him, the faster the boy realized he could hear murmured voices, signaling the intruder wasn’t alone.

But as he made his way past the staircase and to the front door, and as his brain began to pulse more to life, he finally figured out one of the voices was that of his own pack mate. The very same packmate that had ran out of their warm house in the middle of the night mysteriously only hours ago.

Once Yangyang closed the up until that very moment large still wide open door that had woken him from his slumber, he could sense his brother along with what was now sounding like quite a few other people panicking in the kitchen about 30 feet away from him.

And he realized something else: he could smell blood. A lot of it. And pretty fresh blood at that.

Yet there was something… off about it? He couldn’t quite place what essence he was getting along with it, but he knew that whatever it was, he more than likely wasn’t gonna get an answer as to it’s origin unless he followed through with his little middle of the night mission.

So, pushing the unsettling worry feeling he felt in his stomach to the back of his mind, he jogged his way to where everybody was.

And that’s where he was met with you, unconscious and unresponsive on their marble kitchen counter as Ten paced around you, all but tearing his rayven colored hair out.

He felt it immediately. It was exactly as Kun and Sicheng had described to the pack during their many days of fawning over their mates.

Like the whole world had melted away and suddenly you were the only thing he could pay attention to, the only thing he WANTED to pay attention to, you were all he wanted to think about. Nothing else was relevant. Nothing from before mattered. Now, all his mind could focus on was the sound of your shallow breathing and the beautiful gray tinted glow that surrounded your form.

Chittaphon was speaking some unknown language to a mysteriously tall, slightly darker skinned boy with piercing emerald eyes Yangyang hadn’t ever met before while Kun & Yue looked to be doing their best to keep the small wolf from descending into madness by reassuring him that all would be well. Sicheng & his very sleepy, very irritable pregnant mate checked you from head to toe for wounds and injuries to get an accurate reading on what was going on with you and why you were unconscious.

Dejun, he would later learn, was actually off at some house party trying to see some pretty girl he supposedly had a crush on, so he wouldn’t even know what was going on until the next day when Yangyang had the opportunity to fill him in on it.

How typical. The one person that may actually be helpful to him in his current situation who might’ve tried to fill him in on what was happening was out of the house for the night. Just Lovely.

Just as the stranger was about to open his mouth to speak, his eyes landed on the maknae statued in the doorway, which made Yangyang suppress an automatic growl that had started bubbling in his chest out of instinct to protect his mate from people he considered unsafe or unknown.

Instead of saying whatever it was the guy planned on saying, he cleared his throat and nudged Ten while gesturing towards Yangyang’s direction, something that caused everyone to turn their attentions towards him and away from you.

But his eyes weren’t moving from your lifeless looking form. He was too stunned to speak. He was too frazzled to shift uncomfortably in his place.

If he hadn’t known any better, he could’ve sworn he wasn’t even breathing as he witnessed Sicheng and Daiyu pry their eyes away from his own place of arrival to continue working on figuring out what was wrong with you.

After what seemed like a century of silence, Yueguang was the first to say something to the freaked out boy, “X-Xiao Yang!” His normally calm sister stuttered nervously, “W-What are you doing up out of bed? You’re su-supposed to be asleep!”

“I-I, i know um-” the youngest swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat to gain some control over his unstable cracking voice, “I heard the door hit open a-and I um- w-who is s-she?”

It wouldn’t have been the first time Yangyang was awoken in the middle of the night by a strange sound or scary event. The pack had friends all over the city, many of whom were fellow wolves who went to whoever they could to seek refuge in times of need. Hell, it wouldn’t have even been the first time he had seen someone as injured as you. He’d seen people get hurt, he’d seen them get better, and he’d seen them die before. It wasn’t anything new to those living in the supernatural world.

But the feeling of imminent shock of having just woke up and the sudden imprinting sensation rattling through his body were just made it too much for him to comprehend everything at hand easily.

So he did probably what wasn’t the smartest or most well thought out thing he could’ve done at the moment and asked who you were.

He had known you less than ten minutes and yet he was already head over heels in love with you. He was already more concerned for your fading life than his own safety. You were already the only thing he cared about.

To him, it didn’t matter that he would more than likely die if you died on their kitchen counter in the coming moments. To him, all that mattered was that his pack did everything they could to keep your barely fluttering heart beating because he couldn’t bare the thought of having the world losing a light as bright as you. Your life was already more important than his.

By that point, even though Chittaphon had gone back to freaking out around you, Kun picked up on what had happened: his usually jittery and loud baby brother was now standing quiet and still as stone in the kitchen doorway because he had imprinted on the random girl that laid practically dying on their countertop.

And Kun wanted to help the pup and explain everything to him so he could be kept in the loop. He really did. It’s just he… wasn’t sure how to handle the conversation he was going to have to have with him. And he definitely wasn’t sure how to have the conversation out loud where Ten could easily pick up on the situation at hand.

Luckily, the stranger Yangyang had never formally met until a few moments ago decided it would be easier to just lay all the facts out for everyone and let them fall however they were meant to, “Look kid she’s… Chittaphon’s little sister. She was in… an accident… that ended up hurting her pretty badly.” The green eyed boy held some hesitation in his voice, almost as if he was trying to be careful as to not say something he wasn’t supposed to, “Since it’s safer here for her than where we’re from, your alpha gave permission for her to stay here while she tries to heal.”

As he switched his gaze from the rando dude in his normal eating area to you. Yangyang knew he was probably in some sort of shock. But that didn’t mean he could help an itching statement from leaving his mouth, “Bu-but she doesn’t look like any of the pictures of Tern that he’s showed us…”

“Um yeah well, she’s Ten’s other little sister,” Kun eventually chimed in once he himself pushed passed the initial jolt of finding out about the youngest boy’s new predicament, “Apparently he’s got two. And, because the country she came from is a total war zone right now, and because she’s got some serious healing to do, everyone thought it would be best if she stays with us for the time being.” The alpha gave the second oldest wolf a sympathetic smile as he sat his strong hand on the boy’s boney shoulder to try and bring him back into the conversation.

But Ten didn’t smile back. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even give his gege a glance. All he would do was stare at you as you attempted to let out small jagged breaths, not that anyone could blame him. Everyone in the room would have all felt the same type of horror if they had to watch someone they love fight like hell to push and pull their chest up and down.

“That’s all great we’re all caught up. But guys, she’s gonna need moved before her injuries start closing up again.” Sicheng declared seemingly out of no where.

Yangyang watched as your brother’s eyes finally moved to the tallest of his packmates in surprise.

“Agreed,” The small pregnant mate added as she wrapped what looked like a dish towel around one of your arms to compress some stray bleeders, “This hard counter will only make us have to rebreak her bones to set them into the right positions later. And i don’t think anyone here wants to deal with that. So it’s best she gets to an actual bed as soon as possible.”

At that point, Yangyang still wasn’t completely sure what the older group was doing awake in his house so late at night or why they were saying the things they were saying, he was in a fuzzy daze from watching you struggle to keep afloat. But he knew in his gut that he didn’t like the way ‘rebreak your bones’ was brought up into their conversation.

He’d seen breaks before. He’d witnessed both his brothers and friends get seriously harmed and have to hold each other down to snap their limbs in order to reset them. Hell, he’d had to rebreak his own bones a few times before because he was too slow in triaging them. He wouldn’t wish that type of white firey hot pain on anybody. Especially not on you.

“B-but just getting her in here was hard enough. We had to dose her with too many different pain killers to knock her out and stop her from crying.” Ten interjected, quickly remembering the shrieking sobs you emitted from your mouth when they had to get you from the airport parking lot to a cab in order to get you back to the house, “She’s still too hurt. Moving her upstairs to my room’s gonna be too much for her! Her body’s been through too much in one day. The jostling alone- She could go into shock!” The shorter wolf reasoned with pure dread lacing his tone.

Before anyone else could say anything to try to persuade your brother into moving you upstairs despite your pain so that you could get some proper rest, Yangyang drew himself out of his trauma trance and offered his own first floor master bedroom as a solution, “She can take my room downstairs.”

The second the sentence was fully heard by all in the room, a deafening silence overtook the previously chaotic scene as everyone turned their attention to stare at the young pup.

Finally, Yueguang butted in out of concern for the young boy after several long seconds of no one moving or saying anything, “Xiao Yang,” she notably used her motherly nickname for him, as if it may have somehow change his mind/offer, “are you- are you sure?” She questioned, not knowing why her usually reclusive baby brother would want to give up his place of solitude to someone who was a total stranger to him.

“Ten’s right. Moving her upstairs will just move her around too much and make her that much worse. So why wouldn’t I be sure about trying to avoid that?” The pup rhetorically asked without thinking, his eyes still laser focused on you.

He knew if you were even remotely aware of what was going on that you would be in unbelievable agony staying where you were. Yangyang wouldn’t sit on that counter long enough to have a polite conversation with whoever was making dinner let alone lay flat on it with no cushion when he was gravely injured.

He wanted better for you. He wanted whatever it was that could get you fixed faster.

Besides, everyone else in the pack had rooms on the second floor. There was two mated couples living in the house already, one of them with a baby on the way. They shouldn’t have to give up their rooms or their privacy. Especially considering they didn’t know how long you’d need to stay in one to heal.

Which meant he was sure Dejun and Hendery wouldn’t want to give up their rooms either. They would have most likely forced the pup to do it anyways since he was the youngest.

And he figured your brother would have a hard enough time sleeping knowing you were struggling to stay alive through the night. He didn’t need to be sleeping on a lumpy couch so you could take his less than ideal bed.

Yangyang originally took the downstairs bedroom because he thought it was the best room, the pack let him pick first out his first since his family’s money was what helped them buy the place and generally helped to keep the pack from being homeless.

Having money mean he was able to have the most expensive furniture and the most up to date tech. He slept like a baby every night because his bed was of the highest quality and hardly ever felt the need to leave his room due to him having his own mini fridge. Why wouldn’t he want his mate to have access to it all if you were in need of it?

In his mind his room wasn’t just a a quick solution to your problem, it was the only solution.

“If the kid’s offering,” the green eyed foreign wolf pitched in before anyone else had the chance to, “Why are we even analyzing it? She needs somewhere comfortable to be while she gets better. What better place to be than a place where she won’t have to be moved around to much to get to it?”

As the guy who came with you went to pick you up, Yangyang’s jealous and territorial instincts began running through his body.

Yangyang wasn’t normally a jealous person. In fact, he used to consider himself a pretty easy going person. But the second he witnessed your friend attempt to be close to you, alarms went off in his head.

He didn’t want the guy speaking or being around you let alone actually touching you when he didn’t know him from Adam. To top it off, the guy was another werewolf with a scent he didn’t recognize.

And that’s how he found himself quickly rushing over and stopping the giant male from lifting you to his arms, much to the two unsuspecting mates and Ten’s confusion.

Not knowing how well his older brother would react to his recent imprinting on his little sister, and not wanting to rock the boat until the boat was actually patched up, the younger wolf thought carefully before choosing his next words, “I-I’ve got to go to my room to get some stuff out before she takes it anyways. Doesn’t seem right to have to have multiple people make multiple trips.”

Even though Yangyang himself considered what came out of his mouth a half assed lie at best, the rest of the room, minus Sicheng and Kun who had understood that their little brother was only being possessive over you, seemed to have bought the excuse as they easily let him scoop your delicate wounded body up in his arms and take you carefully to his room by himself.

——

On the cautious walk to your needed destination, he was able to get a better look at you than he was able to before when you were laying on the counter.

You were wearing sweats that were a few sizes to big for you as bottoms with a racer back tank top and what he could only assume was a fake cameo military style looking jacket. Your outfit, minus the hole filled jacket adorned on your shoulders and the occasional blood stain from your bandages that needed changed, seemed neatly pressed and clean.

You had jet black hair like your brother, though yours was much much thicker than his, eyelashes and eyebrows included, though one of your eyebrows had a newly formed cut sliced through the middle, and was even borderline curly from what he could see sticking out from it’s messily braided hairstyle.

You had the same circular sweetheart face shape and button nose as Ten did, but you definitely had fuller lips than him and you had much more defined and higher cheek bones.

He could tell based on how simply you fit in his arms that you were much shorter than even Dejun. If he had to guess, he’d say you were probably barely even five foot tall, much like the now pregnant Daiyu.

But most notably, he noticed that, while you had a similar muscle tone to your brother, you had a few shades darker of a complexion and had a bit more curve to you than most traditional Chinese born people did.

And he could’ve swore he saw some black ink markings between some of the gaps of your jacket lacing your skin, tattoos also being something relatively unchinese like. Which lead him to believe there was probably more to the story of your background than the average television ideal-sibling relationship, but he figured he’d get to know the answer to that question when you thought he’d need to know.

No matter what, he thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life and he didn’t even know your name yet.

Right as he got to his bedroom door, he saw your eyelids lazily flicker open for a few moments like you were trying to wake from a dream. Though it was more of what he saw when you opened them than what you actually did that caught him off guard.

You had eyes so icy blue he almost thought that you may have been blind or had issues with your vision, but he could detect that you were confused as to why you were seeing him, a total stranger, and not whoever had carried you into the house or brought you to the house.

So he ruled that thought out and again just chalked out your difference in appearance to whatever genetic situation it was that you must have came from.

Once in his room, he gently laid you softly on his bed and brought his blanket up to your shoulders.

Though once he turned to head back out of the larger bedroom, it only then seemed to dawn on him how messy of a person he was. He had clothing both clean and new scattered about his floor, half his drawers were opened and visibly rummaged through, and his desk had various wrappers and soda cans piled on it instead of in his near empty trash can.

Figuring you’d probably be out of consciousness for a while, he thought it best to just tidy up quickly before anyone else came in and saw the state of the room he had so eagerly gifted to you.

So almost supersonically, he began picking up his clothes and putting them in his clothing hamper regardless of if they were clean or not, he quietly pushed everything in and shut his dresser drawers, and put any empty soda cans and snack wrappers in his trash can all while doing what he could to not draw attention to what he was doing.

When he looked over to your still sleeping form, your eyes were still set closed and you hadn’t moved, causing him to sigh in relief. He definitely wouldn’t have forgiven himself if he woke you up when you were as troubled as you were, though he still didn’t know quite what was wrong or how it happened.

And the answer to that gnawing question is exactly what he had his sights set on next.

He grabbed a blanket and pillow from his closet to make a makeshift sleeping arrangement for later and tiptoed his way back to the kitchen.

Even halfway there, he could feel the tension radiating from behind the walls in front of him. Whatever conversation they were having was clearly a very serious one and one that, while he didn’t know if he had a right to listen to, he planned on joining.

“You can’t be serious Canton?” The squeakier voiced male of his packmate said in disbelief.

Serious? Serious about what? And who/what the fuck was a Canton?

“It’s true Chitta. I have no reason to lie.” The stranger, named Canton apparently, explained.

Chitta? He must’ve been using some strange nickname for Ten. But he didn’t like using his real name? So why on earth would he have made that nickname with it when he already had another he actually seemed to enjoy? The night was just getting weirder and weirder.

“So everybody went down?” Ten surprisingly clarified just as Yangyang entered the now quiet eating area to see the rest of his family watching the two wolves speak to each other.

Daiyu was sat on one of the dining room chairs pulled up towards the sink with Sicheng holding her shoulders from above in comfort. Yue was, as usual, wrapped in Kun’s arms as he leaned against the counter in front of the sink.

And Ten was sitting atop the island counter while your mysterious friend was settled beside him with his backside leaned against a wall closer to the back door, almost detaching himself from the situation.

Yangyang took it upon himself to stay situated against the doorway frame to the entrance incase they thought to stop the topic when they realized he was in the room.

But, even if the wolves in the room noticed his presence, they either didn’t seem to mind keeping the subject going or they didn’t seem to care enough to stop it. Either way, he wasn’t gonna complain. Though he did want to know what they meant by ‘everybody went down.’

Canton shrugged in shoulders in defeat with an eye roll, “Yeah. And she was the only one left standing when we went through the rubble. I honestly thought she wouldn’t make it either but, being what we are seemed to keep her alive long enough for us to stabilize her and to fly her here to you.”

Only one left standing? Rubble? What we are? Yangyang’s head was spinning at all the possible information being thrown at him.

The guy was making it sound as if people died. And that you may have apparently been a werewolf too…? But he didn’t sense anything else other than a strong scent of wolf on Canton.

Did that mean that you… could’ve been a wolf too? Was Yangyang just too wrapped up in his imprinting on you to notice the signs when he first saw you?

“Does she know?” Yue asked, almost scaring the two who seemed to forget that there were other people in the room with them.

Did you know? Did you know what? That they were all werewolves? Or that you weren’t in wherever your home country was anymore?

The foreign wolf scratched the back of his head to play off his surprise at the taller of the female’s question, “Does she know what?” He scoffed.

Yangyang couldn’t tell if he really disliked Canton because he didn’t like his limited personality or if he really only disliked him because you knew him first. But either way, he wanted to know the answer to the question he asked too, so he thought it best to just not say anything at how annoyingly arrogant the foreign boy sounded when he spoke.

“She means does she know everyone she knows is dead?” Kun deadpanned with a hardened look Yangyang had never really seen before while back hugging his mate and giving her a kiss on the back of her head.

It was nice knowing that the alpha didn’t really seem to take to the new boy either, it made Yangyang not feel too bad about possibly disliking him.

But what was most important from the interaction they were all having was that you were in an accident where people around you, people that you were more than likely close to, had died.

Part of his heart already ached for you, making him have to hide a whine that was threatening to spill from his lips. He couldn’t even imagine the heartbreak you’d end up feeling when you woke up.

Another part of him worried for you. What could’ve happened to you that was so bad you may not have even known you had lost people because you were too busy trying to stay alive? And what in the hell would’ve possessed them to bring you here if you weren’t even informed of their deaths yet?

There were still so many pieces of the missing puzzle that was your life and the maknae wasn’t even sure how he could get answers to any of them without seeming insensitive or rude.

Canton cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, visibly uncomfortable at the alpha’s explanation, “I’m not 100% sure. I know she knows she got hurt on a mission. But i dont know if she was told about everything that happened leading up to when we extracted her from the aftermath, I didn’t get to check on her until a few hours before our flight. You’ll just have to see when she wakes up and is coherent I guess.”

You got hurt on a mission? What mission? And did he mean they ‘extracted you from the aftermath’ figuratively or literally? And why did he say ‘you’ll just have to see?’ What was this guy?

He was giving answers as if he was some kind of robot or machine. It only made Yangyang confirm that he just didn’t like him as a person in general.

“You’re leaving?!?!?” Ten frantically quizzed the much more muscular boy you came with.

“You know I don’t have a choice Chitta.” Canton spoke in annoyance, pushing himself off the counter to fully face all the baffled faces looking up at him, “It’s all hands on deck. Things… have gotten bad back home…”

He sighed as he ran his hand through his short matted locks, “You can see what they did to her!” The foreigner all but yelled, eyes noticeably getting teary and spotting red as he spoke of the accident that harmed you, showing the only real sense of emotion he was capable of since entering the house, “They’ll do it again. They always do! Except next time they might do it to some girl who isn’t trained for the types of situations they’ll be put in! Or it’ll be some innocent kid!” He clenched his fists and jaw, doing his best to hold in his anger so he wouldn’t alarm or scare the mates surrounding him.

Yangyang was still confused as to what the guy was talking about. And he was even more confused as to why it seemed as if he didn’t want to upset the two girls around him. But he could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke to his friend. He was hurting too.

Maybe not in the same way as you, but something clearly traumatized him. Maybe he was just putting up a front to keep everyone from seeing how upset he truly was.

“I have to go back. Our people will keep fighting until we have no one left to fight for us, you know that. I’m no exception.” He finished, turning to face the back door and closing his eyes to keep the streams of salty tears that had been slowly flowing down his cheeks over the past days from undamning.

“B-But Canton,” Yangyang watched as Ten got off the counter and walked to reach up and put his palm on the other boy’s shoulder, “You know how our relationship is. She’ll never listen to me. She won’t want to be here. She needs you more than me. Neither of your families are even fully from the country. You’re only half bloods. You aren’t obligated to stay there and fight for them you know. You can-” The second oldest in the pack was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“It’s not about obligation Chittaphon!” The non-native boy spun back around, this time with full crimson eyes, to speak, “It’s about doing what’s right. It’s about helping the helpless and saving every person you possibly can no matter the cost!”

The pure confusion on your brother’s face seemed to just aggravate your friend that much more.

“You’re such a fucking coward you know that?” Canton chuckled, for some reason amused at the whole situation, “You have the balls to say that we’re half blooded, and you may be right because we are. But even as a half blood, your sister puts her whole heart into everything she does. She’s had more honor and compassion from the day she was born than you have or ever will have. You blame her for everything and treat her like she’s an inconvenience. That’s why you don’t get along!” Canton walked forward, causing Ten to go backward till he hit his back against the counter.

None of the three remaining boys in the room really understood where Canton’s sudden anger was coming from. But they had an inkling of an idea as to why his fuse with their packmate was so short.

“You say she’ll need me but that’s only because you know you’re selfish and you’ll feel guilty. You know that without me here, there’ll be no one to put you in check when you force all that resentment on her like you always do!” The boy barked in his face, worrying the pack elders available to intervene as they gestured to Yangyang to guide the girls out of the room, which he did swiftly so that he could be back in the kitchen to see where the insuring fight was going to go.

See, it wasn’t that Ten was a bad person, far from it, he was a great person with a great go getter attitude.

But that was the problem: his self serving ambitions and constant lying/undermining upset people to their core at times.

It upset people to the degree that, for a whole school year, the Dean of their university refused to allow him on the actual campus because he insisted he had to ‘reformed himself’ to match the ‘code of conduct’ of the school. Which he didn’t necessarily do, he just got better at hiding his scheming ways.

They always just assumed he was in good standing with his family because he called Tern and his father regularly and visited them whenever he could.

But after the interaction they found him having with your assumed friend, they guessed he was no better with family matters as he was with his personal matters, at least when it came to you. Hell, they didn’t even know he HAD another sister, so he must’ve really had issues with you.

“You’re worried that one day she’ll finally snap and be done with you because of how you treat her, even though she’s never anything but kind to everyone, because even the sweetest people have their limits!” He began baring his fangs at him, which was when Kun and Sicheng decided it was probably best to at least hold him back a little as to not actually let him lunge at their brother.

“You’re worried her new handicaps will be too much for your little shrimp dick self to deal with and so you want someone here to babysit her! But YOU’RE her real god damn brother for fuck sakes! You need to take care of her the way she’s always taken care of everyone around her! You need to be better asshole! She deserves better!” He hissed, pulling himself back from the smaller Chinese boy, slowly in a huff and making his way to the back door.

“Don’t talk to me about obligation and need Chittaphon,” Canton growled as he reached for the back door handle and turned the knob to open the door, “You’ve never once helped anyone in need. You won’t even help your sister out of familial morality. She deserves better than that you know…” He visibly gulped as the end of his sentence cracked.

Yangyang could hear in his voice the care and love he must have had for you. Part of him was upset that another man was speaking about you in such a way, even though he didn’t know you himself, if was just his territorial instinct.

But the other part of him was oddly grateful to your friend. It seemed as if he risked a lot to bring you to the relative safety of their home.

He knew how hard it was to have to leave loved ones behind, especially after a tragedy. The pup of the pack knew how difficult the decision to leave you here while he had to go back to wherever it was you both came from must’ve been.

“Make no mistake,” Canton moistened his throat once more to gain some composure and continued, “I called you because she had no where else for me to turn to now, not because I thought you’re a good brother to her. Personally, You make me sick. If i had another option, ANY other option at all, I would’ve taken it over you.” He emphasized, “But I had no where else for her to go. And I had to get her somewhere safe. Don’t make me regret it.”

Just as his hand finally pulled the door open, he turned his head to Yangyang’s direction and spoke softer, in a more somber voice than he had used while speaking with your brother, “Watch out for her kid. She got screwed over in the game of life.” He informed him with glossy greening eyes, “The friends she grew up with and the family she had left are all gone. And her brother’s the worlds biggest jackass.”

He gripped the handle of the door harder to vent out the invisible frustration at your situation that he wasn’t wanting his eyes to show, “Make sure she doesn’t get fucked over having you as her mate yeah?” He questioned rhetorically, making Yangyang tense at the sudden mention of him being your mate as he knew full well that his brother had no idea he had imprinted on you yet.

Well now he knew for sure. Now the real question was, was Yangyang actually gonna live to get to even know your name or not?

And with that, the boy walked out of the pack’s house and closed the door, causing the mates to peek their heads through the doorway to see what was happening. But not even the four wolves surrounding the counter knew what was happening.

“Make sure she doesn’t get fucked over with YOU as her WHAT and WHERE was I now?” Ten blinked with a raised brow.

Fuck.

(Edited 12/2/2022)

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