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egg tarts. | s. mingi

a/n: thank you for requesting this fic, anon! i do apologise if it is not exceeding to your expectations. but still, i hope you enjoyed this! also, this is not proofread so do excuse any mistakes in this! this is also a long read, 10k words!! so i really hope you guys will like this ✨💖

to say that today was a bad day would be an understatement yet saying that it would be the worst day of your life could be too exaggerated as well. but all you know is that you wanted to go back home and let sleep take over your exhausted body as soon as you jumped into the plush mattress of your bed, wrapped into a cocoon made with your soft blankets. all you wanted today was for everything to go smoothly like it always had been, but life managed to just laugh and add a little spice to it just to stir things up.

you had the worst sleep last night, courtesy of your neighbour next door who somehow just decided that it was a good idea to rearrange all of their furniture in the ass crack of dawn which had caused you to not only have a little amount of sleep for the night. that wasn’t it, oh no. life would always add a few sprinkles here and there. as if having little hours of sleep, someone had bumped into you during your morning run and spilled their drink onto your pants. you would have cursed the person out but instead, you just made a run for it to run to campus.

like some type of cherry on top, your literature lecturer, professor kim, seemed to think that it was a good idea to suddenly drop a project that was due in two weeks.your professor thought that it would be a good idea to make up an entire storyline with the elements of what he had taught your class. of course it wasn’t bad but for a huge procrastinator like you? it might be a huge nightmare, considering that you had more assignments at hand from your other classes. yet, that wasn’t the core of your dread.

professor kim just had to pair you up with one of the most obnoxious boys in your class, song mingi.

“i swear, professor kim either hates me or he just really likes to see me suffer.” you groaned into the palm of your hands, both elbows rested on top of the table you and your best friends, yeosang and wooyoung, were sitting at. yeosang could only look at you in a pitiful manner with his large hand patting the top of your head, while wooyoung cackled out next to you.

ah yes, song mingi. the boy that could come straight out of a cliche love story. The boy who was a part of the basketball team of your campus, also known as the captain of the team. the boy everyone loved yada-yada. of course you didn’t hate him, oh no. let’s just say that if mingi were to have his toe being stubbed, you would be the furniture that he stubbed against. So, no, no hard feelings at all.

okay maybe there was some sort of.. unpleasant feelings (as what you had claimed it) between the two of you.

believe it or not, mingi and you used to be close friends during middle school and high school. you remembered the time where you would always wait for mingi during your lunch with him, knowing how he could take his time during his meals, yet you didn’t mind. sometimes, some of his friends would even join the both of you at your usual table. you would always fill the time by doing your own work or even making some random conversations with him and his friends. truly, you enjoyed spending your time with him. it was after the first half of your final year in high school, was where it started. ever since he joined the basketball team, he had gotten together with a girl that was part of the cheering team. don’t get me wrong, she was nice! everyone seemed to love her sweet nature, and she would even join you and mingi during lunchtime. surprisingly, despite being in a relationship with her, they weren’t too big on the pda. you would be lying to say that you didn’t have a small crush on a certain tall boy but as a good friend, you supported them.

it was during a couple of months before you graduated that the two of you seemed to drift apart. you had tried to contact him yet, it was either a simple one worded answer or none at all, until the two of you finally stopped contacting each other. you would even catch mingi in the hallways talking to his friends, his girlfriend at his side as usual, and tried to make a conversation. but every time you did, he looked at you with an unreadable expression, face all stoic while his friends looked at you in pity. to say you were confused, would be an understatement. it felt as if you were kept in the dark. this went on until it was finally the time where you bid goodbye to your old school and start a new page in your life, your university life.

to your surprise, the two of you had enrolled in the same university. you went to greet him one time with a huge smile on your face but.. he merely looked past you, much to your disappointment. you’ve tried to greet him a few more times after that, and still received the same reaction. like any other person who needed some closure, you had confronted mingi one time when you ran into him in the hallways of your campus to ask what happened to him, to the both of you. you had hoped you could get some valid answers from mingi, hoping that the two of you could ever reconcile once again and go back to being friends who dragged lunch time in the cafeteria.

but there was none.

mingi merely looked down at you, some type of coldness was held in his eyes, at least from what you remember. without even a word, he walked past you as if you never even asked a question. thus, that was all it took for you to finally accept that he is no longer a part of your life anymore, making the emotions inside you to be all jumbled up, you becoming overwhelmed.

it was now that whenever you see mingi, all of those memories would come rushing back to you. the memories that only made you choke up on your tears from how easily he had thrown them out of the window, just like that. before you know it, the sadness in your chest you felt every time you saw mingi around campus somehow grew into a ball of anger. it also didn’t help due to the fact that mingi is in the same major as you, so whenever you had class with him, you made sure to sit as far away from the tall boy as possible and hopefully, not interact with him at all.

until today.

“oh come on, y/n. i’m sure it won’t be that bad.” wooyoung reassured, pulling you away from the brief time of reminiscing the past, yeosang humming in response.

“who knows? maybe the two of you could finally get that closure.” the blonde male continued.

you merely deadpanned at the two of them, “or i could be the one doing all of the work for this project.”

wooyoung rolled his eyes at your answer before looking down at his phone. “oh crap, i should get to class, professor park would have my head if i’m late!”

with the claim, the three of you started to gather your things. you were about to bid goodbye to the two of your bestfriends and head to your respective classes until a deep voice called out your name, your whole body feeling a flash of chills running down your spine. you knew who that voice belonged to all too well.

before you responded to him, you gave yeosang and wooyoung a reassuring smile, watching as the two boys stared between you and mingi for a few seconds before walking off, wooyoung mouthing at you to text him when you were done.

“what is it, mingi?” you finally said, arms folded in front of your chest as you faced the tall male, feeling the growing anger just bubbling up in your chest.

said boy rubbed the back of his neck with his hand while the other one was hidden in the pocket of his pants, “so.. we got paired up for this pr-”

“ah, yes. tell me something more obvious, mingi.” you cut him. of course, you did not intend to have snapped at him but how could you not from what he did?

mingi, on the other hand, was taken aback by your sudden sassiness before exhaling through his nose, “can you just remain civil for a bit?” he grumbled, only making your eye twitch before scoffing at his words.

“me? why don’t you give that advise to yourself.” you hissed.

“fuck, y/n. i have no time for this.” mingi groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

“me too, so tell me now instead of making me late for cla-” your words died down as you felt a large hand cupping your mouth, effectively shutting you up. with eyes still glaring daggers at the said boy, you raised an eyebrow at him, mingi taking it as a cue for him to finally start talking.

“i know that you will hate working on this project with me but if we want those points we gotta work together on this or we won’t even get to continue this class.” he started, you listening to him intently though still glaring at him.

“so, what do you say about getting that project started after our classes today? in the library?” he continued, teeth sinking down against the soft muscle of his lower lip, albeit nervously.

it took you a little while to process his words. from the months of not talking to each other and cold glares being thrown every now and then, what gave him the audacity to come up to you and ask this as if nothing ever happened? you could feel blood rushing to your face out of frustration. but, as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. whether you like it or not, he is still your partner for this project.

your tense shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, a hand slowly moving mingi’s hand away. with a heavy sigh leaving your lips, you nodded your head and tugged on the strap of your bag, adjusting it on your shoulder.

“fine. in the library after classes then, don’t be late.” was the last thing you said and brushed past him, heading to your class.

as soon as you were sure that you’re out of mingi’s vision, you felt your legs give out, yet not to the extent of collapsing completely right on the floor. your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm yourself from the sudden crash of emotions hitting right then and there, a hand quickly reaching up to muffle the quiet whimpers you released, feeling the concerned eyes from the other students passing by you, hushed whispers being exchanged with their friends yet you were too overwhelmed to care.

you don’t hate him. you never hated him. yet why did he do that? why would mingi just shut you out all of the sudden and suddenly started talking to you so casually? you don’t know. but will you ever find out the reason why he acted like he had?

finally having yourself composed, you took a deep breath before standing up, walking off to your next class with one thing left in mind as you did so.

maybe yeosang was right, maybe you’ll soon have that closure from mingi.

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“are you guys up for milkshakes at the diner?” wooyoung asked, running his fingers through his now messy hair from his habit of running through them numerous times, as soon as he saw you walking out of your last class with yeosang leaning against the wall next to him.

yeosang shrugged his shoulders, “i don’t see why not. y/n?”

you, on the other hand, was staring blankly on the floor, only looking up in shock once wooyoung slung an arm around your neck to catch your attention.

“huh? what?”

“we asked if you were up for milkshakes later.” yeosang repeated, his brow raised from the distracted look on your face. “you good?” he asked.

“yeah, you’re kinda out of it. wait, it’s because of mingi, isn’t it? let me beat his a-” wooyoung said, rolling his sleeves before starting to walk, only to be abruptly dragged by yeosang by his collar to where you were standing.

“as much as i wanted you to do so, i don’t think it’ll solve anything, no?” you joked, an attempt to lighten up the mood with a shake of your head.

“though i’m gonna have to sit this one out, guys. mingi and i are supposed to be discussing the project today.” you continued, a small pout on your lips from not being able to hang out with the two boys.

wooyoung and yeosang looked at each other then at you, “you’re actually starting your project early at least.” yeosang said.

cue the sounds of a gentle slap on his arm from you and the sound of wooyoung’s high pitched laugh.

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your foot tapped against the floor impatiently before looking down at your phone to check your phone. you had been waiting in the library for almost two hours now so where the hell is mingi? your eyes looked around the place and saw some students popping in and out yet still no sign of a certain tall male. with a frustrated huff, you slowly gathered your things, convinced that mingi had somehow blew you off.

just as you got up from your seat, the doors suddenly burst open, and in came a panting and not to mention, sweaty, mingi. his eyes frantically looked around the library until he finally spotted you in the corner of the library, quickly making his way towards you. upon arriving, he literally collapsed on the chair in front of you, taking deep breaths to catch his breath. raising an eyebrow at him, you were about to ask what took him so long until he raised a finger as if to give him a moment, still panting. you could only roll your eyes and decided to sit back down in your seat, waiting for him to calm down.

“sorry, i had a last minute meeting with my teammates and the coach.” mingi managed to say between his pants. for the captain of the basketball team, he sure seemed like he was struggling for air.

you waited for him to finally calm down his breathing with a finger tapped against the table, eyes looking everywhere but the male in front of you awkwardly. how could someone not be awkward with their supposedly close friend who suddenly dropped them without telling them anything, was in front of them. your nerves were getting the best of you and made you fidget in your seat, much to mingi’s attention.

“you alright there, y/n?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

‘why did you do it?’ was what you wanted to ask yet it remained stuck in your throat as your eyes were met.

you felt a huge lump threatening to form in your chest, wanting nothing but to just bombard him with questions of what had happened to make him treat you like the way he did, what did you ever do to him, or what had happened to the friendship you both built. yet, you just couldn’t ask him. no, it was more like, you weren’t ready to know the answer. not now, not when you’re letting your emotions almost get the best of you.

“y/n?” mingi called out again, a flash of concern shown in his features.

“huh? oh, yeah. definitely.” you rambled, sitting straight in your seat before clearing your throat, “should.. should we get started?” you offered, busying yourself by taking out your laptop.

mingi could only study your expression for a few seconds before nodding his head without another word before scooting a little closer so the two of you could finally start discussing about the said project, giving each other certain tasks to do. you would have to say, keeping your mind on the project you were working out seemed to be effective in taking your mind away from the gnawing thoughts in the back of your mind, yet a different type of frustration was instead being replaced, a certain feeling that students from all around the world knew all too well. everything was going smoothly, the both of you managed to discuss most parts of your project yet somehow you were stuck on how to actually start with the storyline.

“mingi, for the last time, we can’t suddenly put two of the characters in the script to suddenly start fighting right at the start.” you groaned, rubbing your face in the palm of your hands. with a roll of his eyes, said boy aggressively pressed onto the keys of your keyboard to erase the sentence he had started.

“uh huh, you say that yet you apply that in real life.” he grumbled underneath his breath, to which made your eye twitch out of annoyance.

“i don’t do that, what are you talking ab-” you started until mingi deadpanned at you.

“when i asked you about this project? or did you hit your head on your way here that you forgot all about it?” he retorted, to which made you scoff out of disbelief.

“if you weren’t being an ass, i wouldn’t do so.” you snapped, clicking your tongue as you snatched your laptop away from him to work on your part.

“says the one who looked like they were about to bite my ass earlier.”

a loud slap on his arm reverberated throughout the library along with mingi’s yelp that came along with your neverending bickers afterwards, only for the librarian coming up to warn the both of you to keep it down or else she will have to kick you out.

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“you going back home?” mingi suddenly asked, his eyes watching you pack your things.

the both of you decided to stop the discussion after a couple of hours, agreeing to meet back in the library the next day to finally get a work on the storyline after finally being able to write out some outlines. fixing the strap of your bag, you raised an eyebrow at him from the sudden inquiry.

“what does it look like?” you answered, though there was a bite in your tone, mingi disregarded it.

“calm down, for fuck’s sake.” he rolled his eyes before getting up from his seat. “i just thought that i could accompany you when you head back.” he offered, much to your surprise.

“ain’t really a good idea to let you walk alone, it’s getting a little dark.” mingi continued, nodding his head towards the windows, to which made you look out.

mingi was right. the sky was turning dark, only a few traces of crimson were apparent in the darkened sky. it didn’t help with the fact that your apartment took a little while to get to by foot. turning back to look at him, you narrowed your eyes up at him.

“how do i know you are not planning to kill me?” you asked, mingi poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, amused.

“and what will i even do? knock you out with a basketball?”

the response was enough to make you snort, a hand coming up to cover your lips to release a faint chortle. the corners of mingi’s lips twitched up ever so slightly from your reaction, a little familiar tug was felt in his chest. he won’t lie. he had missed seeing your smile. he had missed making you laugh. hell, who was he kidding? he missed everything about you. so why was he acting all cold to you? why was he acting like an ass whenever you tried to greet him before?

from your side of the view, you were clueless. But to mingi, somehow he was the conflicted one. he remembered the time when he was on a date with his ex girlfriend in the past. he had recalled the time whenever you and him hung out during lunchtime, he had to deal with the girl whining as to why you would be at their table right when you left the table to head to class. confused, he had explained that you had always been hanging out with him during lunch time, much to the girl’s dissatisfaction. the girl merely complained that she felt threatened, thinking that you were out to steal him away from her.

it took mingi to put two and two together to realise the situation he was in. he needed to pick a side. It was either his… ‘sweet’ girl or you who was always there for him through thick and thin. but to a lovestruck mingi? he simply chose the girl, listening as she would insult you behind your back to mingi and how she mentioned you were only around him to date one of his friends, even to the extent of not making mingi interact with you in any way possible. hence, the dirty looks he sent you every time you tried to talk to him back then. his friends had noticed the tense atmosphere and decided to confront mingi about it, saying how she was controlling him and how he shouldn’t just drop you because of her. this only led up to a heated argument between mingi and the boys.

fast forward to being in uni, he had finally broke the relationship off with the girl, having enough of her controlling side. the male was surprised that you enrolled in the same university as him, being in the same major even. but.. he couldn’t talk to you. no, he chose not to interact with you at all. it was the guilt that was eating him alive that made him avoid you at all costs, instead, focusing on basketball with all of his practices and games to keep his mind off of you. It was his teammate and one of his close friends he made during his time here, yunho, advised mingi that he should at least give you some closure instead of letting you stay confused and wonder what you had done wrong. the amount of times he had tried to approach you, he chickened out. every time he wanted to approach you, the words were stuck in his throat. he just couldn’t face you.

that was until, today.

“mingi?” you called out, mingi looking up at you with wide eyes.

“yeah?”

“you ready to go?” you asked.

“oh.. oh, yeah! right, let’s go.”

with a confused gaze set on the male in front of you, you shrugged it off before walking out of the library with him.

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the walk to your place was a little awkward, mingi looking around everywhere but you, and you leading the way. thankfully, the street lights and neon signs from a few shops here and there were already lit up, so the walk back wasn’t that long. however, the previous thoughts you had started to appear in your head once again, the same heaviness filling your chest. It was when you both stopped at a playground, just a little further away from your block, you called out mingi’s name softly.

you want to ask him. no, you need to.

hearing your voice, mingi turned to look at you, raising his brows as if to say you had his attention. you looked over at the swingset and pointed at it.

“can.. can we sit there for a bit? please?” you asked, mentally slapping yourself from the slight quiver in your voice as you spoke.

confusedly, mingi merely shrugged his shoulders before making his way towards the swings, sitting down on one of them, then looking up as you sat on the swing next to his. silence hung over the two of you, only the occasional squeaking from the rusty chains of the swings could be heard.

‘come on, ask him. you need that closure!’ your mind screamed, you heaving out a shaky breath.

mingi, upon hearing your sigh, furrowed his brows in confusion and concern before asking softly if you were okay, or if you were feeling faint. you slowly shook your head as if to reassure him you needed a moment, to which, mingi quietly complied. with a shut of your eyes, trying to ease the growing anxiety just bubbling up in the pit of your stomach, you took in a few deep breaths. once you were ready, you parted your lips to speak.

“i’m sorry.”

your head snapped to the side to look at mingi with wide eyes, not expecting him to be the first to say something. the words that you at least wanted to hear from him. mingi’s gaze was set on his feet, teeth gently chewing against his lower lip. your throat felt like someone was squeezing onto it, feeling as if all of the emotions you felt from all the pent up frustrations slowly started to pour out.

“why did you do it?” you asked, mingi’s heart aching from how shaky it was, somehow feeling how broken it was. and it was all because of him.

it was when he finally explained everything to you that made you feel as if time had stopped. from how the girl was spreading something about you behind your back, to poisoning mingi’s love struck mind, and to the breakup they had. Your mind was all over the place the longer you listened, heart starting to beat rapidly in your chest as your breathing grew ragged, vision slowly turning red.

so this was the reason? this was the reason why he was avoiding you ever since high school? thinking you would steal and date his friends? this was the reason that made you think that there was something wrong with you? your eyes welled up with tears of anger, laughing in disbelief before abruptly getting up from the swing to stand in front of mingi, eyes all glossed with fresh tears, along with hurt that was apparent in them.

“that’s it? you avoided me in high school and our time in uni just to believe her words?!” you whispered shakily, clenched fists at your sides. mingi looked up at you in alarm and stood up as well, he called out your name softly.

“y/n..” he started.

“no… no! mingi, did you fucking know how i felt? did you know how many nights were spent thinking that there was something wrong with me? did you even know how hurt i was for you to suddenly drop me like some type of a doll?!” you yelled, tears now cascading down your cheeks, mingi pleading for you to listen to him.

“and you even listened to someone you just met in the span of a few months? and not only that, but implying ever so slightly that i’m some type of whore just to date your friends?” you ranted.

“y/n.” mingi whispered.

“no, mingi! you even had the chance to explain it to me right AFTER you guys broke up, so why didn’t you? were your friends all in on this as well? is that why i was kept in the dark-”

“i wanted you to hate me! i couldn't live with the fact how selfish i was for choosing her over you, so i purposely avoided you to make you hate me more. i’m guilty!” mingi yelled back, effectively cutting you off.

silence.

it felt as if everything around you was muted, mingi’s last words the only thing ringing in your ears repeatedly. said male’s breathing was ragged from the sudden outburst, his torso heaving up and down. you pinched the bridge of your nose and sank your teeth down against the plush muscle of your lower lip, before looking up at him.

“do you have any idea how fucking stupid this is?” you said, suddenly feeling too exhausted as you gathered your things, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“y/n, you don’t have to forgive me but.. i just wanted to let you know that i missed you.” mingi responded, his hand holding onto your wrist.

once again, you felt a fresh wave of tears flooding your vision. you wanted to say that you missed him too. you missed hanging out with him during lunch. you missed laughing at his lame jokes. you missed everything about him.

you missed song mingi.

you wanted to say those words out loud but not even a whisper could be heard. it was when you felt a large hand wiping away the lone tear rolling down your cheek managed to steal your attention away from your now jumbled up mind, looking up at mingi who was staring down at you with a hopeful look in his eyes. the two of you stared at each other, as if waiting for the other to say something. with a low sigh, you finally broke the silence.

“i missed you too, mingi but.. after all of this? i’m hurt, mingi.” you whimpered out, taking a deep breath a few times to stop yourself from breaking down once again.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i really am.” mingi whispered, eyes casted down on the wrist in his large hand.

“i might not be able to forgive you now. but if you really do want us to start over again.. you need to prove it. mere words are not enough.” you continued as you slowly moved his hand away from your wrist.

“and how do i do that, y/n? i’ll do anything, please.” mingi asked, desperation glinted in his eyes as he tried to reach for your wrist again, to which you took a step back.

“that’s for you to find out, mingi.” checking the time on your phone, you emitted a soft sigh before sending him a faint smile.

“i’ll.. see you tomorrow.”

and with that, you turned around to leave, leaving mingi standing there alone while watching your retreating figure head off to the apartment’s direction. a wave of mixed emotions hitting you like some type of a tidal wave, coming all at once. now that you finally had closure, were you relieved? were you disappointed? you were not sure. but all you know, is that you feel as if a huge weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

meanwhile, a heavy sigh was heaved from mingi’s lips before he looked up at the sky, the stars hanging on the canvas of the night sky.

“i promise i won’t let you down again this time, y/n.” he whispered, staring at the sky for a little longer before turning around to leave as well.

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“that’s it, i’m gonna beat his ass!” wooyoung yelled out, only to be dragged back by yeosang to make him sit back down in his seat, other hand holding onto a chicken wing he was eating. of course, you had expected his reaction after you told them what had happened yesterday.

“wooyoung, i swear, he’s just gonna step on you like some type of bug.” the blonde deadpanned, wooyoung pouting in response as he sulkily sipped on his drink.

“guys, please. i’m conflicted.” you groaned, smacking your forehead on the table, yeosang grimacing at the soft thud your forehead had made against the surface before shaking his head.

“give it time, hm? though, valid. but who knows?” he took a bite from his chicken then continued. “maybe he really does wanna make it up to you?”

there was a reason why you and wooyoung had called yeosang the reasonable one of the group. he was the one who kept giving some more options before wooyoung or you did anything rash out of impulse.

“and if he’s not doing that, then i would have to talk to him.” wooyoung grumbled, teeth biting down on the straw he’s chewing.

of course, a friend group wouldn’t be complete if the chaotic one of the group is not present. and that role would be given to wooyoung, the life of your little circle.

“speaking of the devil..” yeosang mumbled underneath his breath, eyes focused on something, or rather, someone from behind you.

you paid no attention to it, only keeping your head on the table as you were fighting with your inner thoughts. it was only when a familiar deep voice called out your name that you immediately lifted your head to look at the owner of the voice. however, as you did so, your whole body seemed to jump in place, causing your knees to hit against the table. hard.

a string of curses flew out of your lips, hands rubbing against your poor kneecaps, much to yeosang and wooyoung’s amusement, both boys clamping their mouths shut and started to look around everywhere in the cafeteria but you as an attempt to hold in their laughter. you sent them a glare until mingi mumbled your name.

“you okay there?” he asked, eyes full of concern.

you still didn’t want to look at him, instead keeping your gaze on your knees. you swear you can feel them still throbbing from the impact.

“what is it, mingi?”

“can i… can i join you?” he asked out of the blue, making you look up at him in shock. it was only now that you noticed that he was holding a paper bag in his hand while the other held a duffel bag, probably filled with extra clothes for basketball practice later.

wooyoung was about to deny his request until yeosang pinched his thigh, effectively shutting the boy up. with a glare from him, wooyoung huffed underneath his breath yet he behaved, though subtly glaring up at mingi’s way. for some reason, his anger reminded you of a chihuahua.

“oh, what about your friends?” you asked, you didn't hold any malice in your tone, but you were just genuinely curious as to why he had suddenly come up. though to mingi, he flinched at your question as he rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner.

“oh uh, yunho had to go for practice and i haven't exactly had lunch yet since i got out of my previous class a little later than i intended to.” he admitted, a shy smile on his lips.

“i thought that.. i could sit with you?” he continued. you could only stare at him, losing your voice all of the sudden until yeosang cleared his throat.

“oh, would you look at that, wooyoung. i think i heard professor park looking for us.” he declared, standing up from the table, much to wooyoung's confusion.

“what do you me-”

“see you guys later!” yeosang waved and pulled wooyoung away from the table, his eyes catching the panicked look on your face.

‘talk to him.’ he mouthed before walking off, wooyoung whining next to him.

as soon as the two boys were out of your line of vision, you turned back around to finally face mingi. much to your surprise, he was already looking at you after sitting down right across from you. this certain moment right here was enough to make you feel like you were in a repeated dream, memories of you and him from back then rushing to your head. Maybe he’s just sitting here until both of you were done with the project? You weren’t sure, yet would it be selfish of you to think he would still talk to you? the both of you sat in silence until mingi’s features flickered, making it seem as if he realised something, before rummaging through the paper bag and pulled out two egg tarts.

“i remembered that you liked the tarts from that old bakery we always hung out at after school. I know that the bakery closed down and these aren’t exactly the same but i just thought that you would like them.” he explained.

at his words, you couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly, touched at his gesture before taking one of the tarts from with a quiet ‘thank you.’ again, you both sat in silence as you ate your tarts, mingi fidgeting in his seat. the awkwardness was so thick in the air that you could almost cut it with a knife. with a clear of his throat, mingi was the one who broke the silence between the two of you.

“so.. how are you?” he asked, a look of uncertainty was etched in his features as if wondering whether it was the right thing to say.

finding it endearing for some reason, you chortled lightly, “i’m.. okay, i guess? and you?” you asked with a slight tilt of your head.

“i’m fine, good. yeah, good.” mingi rambled on, almost wanting to hide behind his tart at the little crack of his voice.

another giggle had made its way out of your lips, hand coming up to cover them as you did so. and that was enough to have mingi relax ever so slightly in his seat, at least you are smiling. so that’s a positive thing maybe? he hoped so. he really wanted to patch things up, catch up with each other, but of course, with how he had acted towards you before? It wasn’t easy, but mingi is willing to try. so, the two of you spent the remaining free time you had, just talking about the project you were both partnered for most of the time. occasionally, the two of you would even throw in a few bickers here and there but all were lighthearted.

it was when you looked down at your phone that you had to cut the brief hang out short, much to your silent dismay, and mingi’s. as you were gathering your things, the male called your name, making you halt in your movements.

“is it okay if we meet in the library again? for our project, i mean.” he asked, fingers nervously tugging on the ends of his sweatshirt.

you were taken aback from the sudden question but sent him a smile, shrugging your shoulders.

“i mean, we are partners, no? so, i don’t see why not. same time?” you agreed, watching as the corners of the boy’s lips quirked up.

“oh yeah, definitely.”

“and don’t be late, mingi.”

“yeah, yeah. I won’t, see you soon, y/n.”

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it has been a little while now after that closure you both had. you expected for things to still be awkward. worst case? mingi going back to being a total asshole like before. yet from the amount of times mingi and you kept meeting up to work on your project, you felt as if the awkwardness around the both of you slowly fade away. both of you starting to open up to each other once again, sharing pieces from the past and even what happened during the time the both of you drifted apart, catching up with each other. of course, you were still hurt from the way he treated you from before but, as much you didn’t want to admit it, you still gave mingi another chance.

even when the both of you had completed your assignment, you were surprised that he came by your table to join you, yeosang, and wooyoung every time the both of you had lunch the day after turning in your assignment to professor kim, even to the extent of bringing egg tarts whenever he came by. you were even more surprised at how wooyoung stopped wanting to beat his ass, instead, laughing his high pitched laugh at mingi’s jokes while you and yeosang would sigh at the lame joke. his friend, yunho, sometimes would join in. despite him being intimidatingly tall, he had a bright personality that reminded you of a golden retriever. before you could even realise, the days of hanging out turned into weeks, and into almost two months by now.

more often than not, you would even tag along to watch mingi practice. despite seeming like a bouncy kid during most times, he was serious in the court. the way he dribbled the ball across the court away from the opposing players, and made a couple of three pointers easily, it was no surprise at how he was chosen as the team’s captain. whenever he was done with practice, mingi would always ask if you wanted to try playing with him. now, for one, you weren’t exactly a sporty person, so suddenly having to play with the captain of the basketball team? yeah, you would definitely have to pass.

as usual, you were sitting at the sidelines watching the team practicing their aims and evading, along with mingi trying out new strategies with the team, you couldn’t help but to admire them. occasionally, you would catch mingi staring at you whenever your eyes landed on him after watching his other teammates play in the court, confused when he avoided your gaze as soon as you looked at his way. did you have something on your face? brushing the question away, you continued watching them. It was probably nothing.

everything seemed like a blur, and before you know it, everyone was packing up their things, giving each other words of encouragement on the way out of the court. once his teammates had left, you went up to mingi who was still standing in the middle of the court, bouncing the ball in his hand absentmindedly before getting ready to shoot it into the hoop.

“you did well today, as usual.” your voice surprised him, missing his timing as he threw the ball, missing the hoop. with a playful scowl of his lips, mingi looked down at you.

“damn, you weren’t supposed to see that.” he complained, making you roll your eyes at him.

“just like how i wasn’t supposed to see you trip a few times today?” you retorted, smiling as mingi rubbed the back of his neck, a clear habit of his whenever he felt embarrassed.

“i thought you didn’t notice.” he chuckled, the timbre of his deep voice somehow sending a chill down your spine yet you kept your calm demeanour.

“i may not know how to play, but that doesn’t mean i don’t notice the small things, mingi.” you laughed and crossed your arms, raising a brow up at him.

mingi mimicked the expression on your face and crossed his arms, lips quirking up as if there was a lightbulb having his switch being flicked on. you knew what was coming up as a groan left your lips, shaking your head at him.

“mingi, for the last time, i don’t wanna play. I don’t even know how to pl-”

“then let me teach you how to play!” he pleaded, pulling his best puppy eyed look. did yunho teach him that?

you stared at his face for a little while, mingi about to give up before he grinned upon hearing the sigh out of defeat from you. well, what’s the harm in learning anyway. at least if you embarrassed yourself while playing, mingi would be the only one to see it.

“okay, fine. teach me how to play, captain.”

and with that, you spent the rest of the late afternoon just having mingi teach you the basics of how to play basketball, exchanging laughs and teasings here and there. though you still weren’t entirely a fan of the sport, you find it rather enjoyable.

“okay, let’s play one game. winner makes the loser do anything they want.” mingi suddenly declared, balancing the ball between his side and arm.

your mouth fell open. was he being serious right now? you barely even got the hang of all the techniques he had taught you, and suddenly he wanted to one up against him, the captain of the basketball? with a scoff, you shook your head at him.

“mingi, there’s no way i’m gonna do that.” you rejected, clicking your tongue.

“come on, y/n. i’ll go easy on you, please?” mingi whined, nudging your side, you deadpanning up at him in return.

“no.”

“please!”

“i said n-”

“i’ll buy you ice cream tomorrow after classes.” mingi offered, knowing how you had a sweet tooth.

“..fine.” you sighed out, to which made mingi cheer and took a few steps back from you with a huge grin on his face. running over to the side to pull out his phone and placing it on the bench, then running back to where he stood before.

“whoever has the most points before time’s up, wins. ready?” with a look of determination, you nodded your head.

“start!”

before you could even react, mingi ran towards your goal, causing you to squeak at his sudden moves before quickly trying to block him from getting closer. but of course, with the years of experience, and maybe due to his long legs as well, it was almost impossible. he smirked down at you once he made his first shot through your hoop, you huffing up at him.

‘going easy, my ass.’ you groaned in your head as you narrowed your eyes up at him.

the quiet court was now filled with the sounds of mingi’s laughter mixing with your own, you yelling at him for being ‘unfair’, and the soft thudding of the ball hitting against the basketball court’s floor. this went on for quite a while until the timer in mingi’s phone went off, you two immediately halting your movements, chests heaving up and down to catch your breaths. too tired to stand, you sat down on the floor, mingi doing the same next to you.

“looks like i won, princess.” mingi teased, earning a gentle slap on his shoulder from you.

“oh, come on. someone who knew to actually play versus someone who never dribbled a basketball across the court? of course you would win!” you whined, glaring over at the laughing boy next to you.

“i went easy on you, y/n. be thankful.” he defended, sticking his tongue out.

with a scoff, you turned slightly in place to face him while staying seated on the floor. “okay, okay. now what do you want?” you asked, voice sounding rather sulky.

mingi went quiet for a few seconds, teeth chewing on his lower lip as his gaze was casted down on his fingers that were fiddling with his shoelaces. your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he went quiet. surely it couldn’t be that hard in wanting whatever he wished for. you were about to ask whether he was alright or if he did not hear you when you asked before he suddenly turned to look at you, causing you to jump slightly in surprise.

“you owe me some egg tarts.”

dumbfounded, you could only stare at his face, why would he want some considering he basically had been eating them every time you guys had lunch? but.. you couldn’t complain. he is the winner here, and what a winner wants is what they will get. with a nod, you mumbled out a soft ‘fine’, causing mingi to grin over at you and jump up to his feet.

“i’ll go and take a brief shower, then we can go to the bakery i always go to!”

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the sweet smell of various baked pastries filled your nose upon entering the bakery mingi led you to. the bakery wasn’t too small nor was it too big, it was just the appropriate size for people who just wanted to chill or needed to unwind after a long day with a plate of their favourite baked goods of their choice. you noticed the decor a few knick-knacks as well, probably to fill the empty spaces of the bakery.

“oh, mingi, you are here!” an unknown voice reached into your ears, making you turn around to see a middle aged lady, maybe in her late fifties, giving mingi a hug.

“hi grandma, i am! I guess i couldn’t resist your treats.” mingi laughed after he pulled away, a hearty laugh leaving the woman’s lips before your eyes met.

“oh my, i take it you are a friend of mingi’s?” she asked, sending you a smile that somehow reminded you of a mother’s warm smile. not wanting to be rude, you bowed your head slightly in response.

“my name is y/n, y/n l/n. i am a friend of mingi’s indeed.”

right after your name, the middle aged woman gasped as her eyes stared up at mingi’s wide ones, much to your confusion from the sudden reaction. mingi could only purse his lips and gave her a vague gesture, the old woman forming her lips into a small ‘o’ in response. your eyebrows creased together, was there something going on?

“my, it is nice to finally meet you, y/n.” she giggled, eyes holding a certain glint that you just couldn’t figure out.

that was until you realised when her words finally processed in your mind. finally? what did she mean by that? you looked over to mingi, his cheeks somehow a tinted pink as his eyes were looking up at the written menu board hanging on the walls. something was going on, you just know it.

“now, what can i do to help you, lovebugs?” ‘grandma’ had said, making her way to the cashier.

lovebugs? before you could ask, mingi suddenly spoke up.

“the usual please, grandma.” he chuckled, albeit nervously. why was he acting so weird all of the sudden? yet, you decided to ask later and walked up to the cashier to pay for the treats until grandma tutted.

“no, no, dear. this one is on the house. consider it as a lil present to meet the infamous y/n our mingi has always mentioned.” she chuckled, hearing mingi slapping his forehead in the background.

thanking her, the both of you made your way to a vacant table just at the back of the bakery right next to the window with some type of device in your hands to inform you when the tarts would be ready. once both you and mingi had sat down, you released a little noise out of interest that piqued mingi’s interest, wondering what had made you to do so.

“the sky’s really pretty.” you mumbled, irises focused on the sky, mingi doing the same.

it was your favourite time of the day. the sky ranging from how the shades of crimson had mingled with the orange colours, along with a few streaks of pink here and there, looking as if someone grabbed a huge paintbrush and the sky was their canvas. it was always this time of day that made it seem like time around you had slowed down, letting you whisper your goodbye’s to the daylight before finally having to greet the night sky.

mingi tore his gaze away from the sky to look at you, saving your awed expression in his mind. the male took the brief opportunity to admire your side profile, the familiar tug in his chest reminding him the feelings he thought were long forgotten. but how could he?

how could he forget when you are just sitting right in front of him? how could he when you looked especially pretty when you briefly stopped in your tracks to admire the things you loved in life? how could he when you genuinely looked at ease? he could feel his heartbeat just beating so rapidly against his chest, his large hand coming up to rest on his chest. With a glance towards you again, he knew damn well what he was feeling.

mingi fell for you.

it would be a lie to say he didn’t. it would be a lie to say he didn’t develop these feelings for you when you would always have that quiet yet snarky side of you. it would be a lie to say that he didn’t purposely make mistakes in the project just so he could hear your voice explaining to him. but.. did he even have the right to do so? he had been an asshole towards you. though with the two of you finally having patched things up, he still felt the guilt gnawing at his mind every time you looked up at him with those bright eyes of yours.

it was the sudden beeping from the device along with your voice calling his name making him just snap out of it, you looking at him, concern painted over your visage.

“are you alright?” you softly asked.

he needed to tell you. sooner or later.

“i’m fine! just daydreaming for a bit there. i’ll go get the tarts!”

as quickly as he stood up from his seat, mingi went off to return the device along with getting the said baked goods.

you, on the other hand, weren’t stupid. you had noticed the gaze that landed on you while you were looking at the sky, you noticed the way he briefly placed his hand on his chest as soon as he tore his gaze away from you. with a shaky breath escaping your lips, you shut your eyes momentarily. It felt as if you were back in high school again, feeling the way your stomach flipping every now and then.

you had thought those feelings were long gone. yet, with all the lingering gazes that were exchanged between the two of you whenever your eyes met? or how you felt some sort of electricity shooting up your spine every time his arm brushed against yours when he stood next to you? but should you even tell him how you felt? no matter what the consequences will be?

your eyes looked up to the said male as he bounded over towards the both of you, a bright smile on his lips as he mentioned how good the tarts smelt, fresh out of the oven. seeing how his eyes widened ever so slightly out of excitement, you had your answer.

you needed to tell him. sooner or later.

but for now, you needed the right timing to do so.

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you laughed as mingi had told you one of his rather embarrassing moments during the first few months of becoming the captain of the basketball as you two walked side by side, mingi offering to walk you home considering the two of you lost track of time in the bakery. the crimson sky from before turned into night.you swear that you could feel the little tears just rolling down your cheeks from how much you were laughing as mingi continued on with his story.

“if only my voice didn’t crack that time, the other teammates wouldn’t even start to drag me every chance they get.” he sighed, though the corners of his lips twitching up at the sound of your laughter.

“hey, they do listen to you. your teamwork is great too! i’m sure they would be frozen in place if you kept a strong persona.” you reassured him.

suddenly halting in his steps, his eyes landed on the familiar place. the place where he finally came clean, the place where you burst into tears, the place where… he had promised to himself that he won’t let you down yet again.

turning around, you only noticed he had stopped in his tracks from the lack of presence next to you. “something wrong?” you asked.

pointing at the swingset, mingi looked over at you. “can we.. sit on the swings?”

deja vu. only, the roles were switched.

without a word, the both of you made your way to the swings and sat down, side by side. the sounds of the creaky swings filled your ears as you slowly swung yourself, both of you growing quiet as if the words in your heads disappeared. that was, until mingi spoke up.

“you do realise that technically you still need to do what i want you to do.” mingi reminded you.

he was right. the egg tarts weren’t actually from you, it was on the house. raising a brow, looked over at mingi.

“and what are you planning, hm? don’t tell me you want another egg tart.” you joked, an attempt to lighten the mood, mingi chuckling in return.

however, the smile on his lips disappeared as soon as it was shown. you would be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous. suddenly, mingi stood up and knelt in front of you. your eyes widened as you stared into his own intense one, gulping the huge lump forming in your throat, fingers clutching tight on the chains of the swings.

“min-”

“i want… i want you to like me. to take responsibility for what you are making me feel.” he spoke up abruptly, effectively making you freeze in place.

silence hung over the both of you, the sounds of cars occasionally passing by filling the quietness. did.. did you hear it right? or were you just dreaming? yet, the cool breeze of the night air was enough to tell you this was very much real, you were not dreaming. you could hear the way your heart beating violently in your ears, not being able to find the words to answer him.

to mingi, your lack of response was enough to make him grow nervous. the negative thoughts started to swirl in his mind, scolding him for suddenly acting rather hasty. he was starting to feel scared. scared that you might run away, scared that he won’t be able to watch him during practice, scared that he might not be able to walk you home.

scared that he would lose you once again.

“i’m.. i’m sorry i shouldn’t have said that. you can reject me, y/n. just please.. please don’t leave me again. you can forget this ever happened. you can forget i ever said any-” he rambled.

however, your actions effectively made him stop talking. your hands cupped his cheeks before crashing your lips against his with your eyelids shut tight, couldn’t say the same for mingi though. poor boy was frozen in place. it took him awhile to process what’s happening before slowly reaching up to place his hand on the back of your nape, eyes slowly fluttering closed to reciprocate the kiss. it felt as if time had slowed down around the two of you, lips moving in sync.

both of you wished that you could have this moment forever but the need for oxygen was urgent, burning both of your lungs. slowly, the both of you pulled away, faces just centimetres apart from each other’s. no words were exchanged between the two of you, just staring at each other as mingi rubbed the pad of his thumb along the length of his cheekbone, and your own digits playing with the strands of his hair absentmindedly. clearing his throat, mingi started to speak to break the silence.

“i guess that’s a yes then?”

with a jovial titter, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt to place your lips on his once again, mingi happily returning it as he circled his arms around your waist, the twinkling stars on the night’s canvas along with the bright moon being the witness of the start of a new level between the both of you.

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“are you fucking kidding me?” wooyoung screeched, eyes all wide at the sight of you and mingi coming to your usual table hand in hand. yeosang, who was peacefully drinking his tea, nearly did a spit take at the sight while yunho laughed at their reactions with a shake of his head before looking back at the two of you.

“i’m guessing you have something to tell us?” the other tall male asked, spinning a basketball on his index finger before swiftly catching it in his hands as wooyoung poked it.

“what else do they have to say? the answer is right there, puppy.” yeosang gestured at the your intertwined hands, not missing the fact that both of your cheeks were in a faint tint of pink.

yunho merely raised an eyebrow at the blond, amused, “for someone with a snarky attitude, you sure can’t sense someone else’s sarcasm.”

wooyoung cackled at the way yeosang deadpanned at yunho, immediately shutting his lips at the sight of the blonde’s glare, though not without letting out a stifled laugh.

you couldn’t help but to laugh at your friends’ antics as both you and mingi sat down at the table, eyes turning into small crescents as you did so. It was when yunho had asked the two of you what exactly went down between the two of you, yeosang and wooyoung leaning in expectantly. you looked over at mingi, who was already looking at you with fondness and adoration just written all over his face, before turning back to your friends to finally tell them.

alas, the rest of the lunch time you had was filled with your friends just teasing the both of you. though you didn’t mind, you were content.

somewhere in the back of your mind, you thanked the heavens for giving mingi and you another chance to start over. It was a rocky start, yet you didn’t drop each other right then and there. and you were glad that you didn’t.

“wanna go to grandma’s after this, y/n?” mingi whispered into your ear as your three friends bickered in the background.

“just don’t be late, hm?” you teased, making mingi roll his eyes in a playful manner before gently pinching the bridge of your nose.

“hey, don’t make us feel single, lovebirds.” wooyoung yelled.

cue a slap on his arm from you along with the round of laughter filling the air.

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EEEHU + Scenes From A Hypnotic Skype Call 3/29/20

This is a writing about my weekend. This is a writing about EEEHU, and a writing about a Skype date. They are very different in tone, but inevitably interconnected. This is a writing I debated on doing -- on how to express it, and whether or not I should share it.This is a writing that starts very hard, but gets easier.

I was a part of two classes on Saturday. I thought that would be easy; I had been kicking myself for not submitting more and was very close to deciding to put on an unconference class.

It was not easy.

I didn't sleep well that night, and haven't been sleeping well in general. Since shifting my work, I felt like my sleep should be pretty stable, since I work on my own schedule now. But I've been staying up late and waking up early. It's a bad pattern, and it was the second day in a 5hr sleep cycle.

I was already drained, and I had a lot to juggle to get everything running smoothly Saturday morning. It was taxing and I was exhausted. I was snapping at stupid things, uncharacteristically. I kept saying, with forced glee, "It's just like a real con! I'm sleep deprived and stressed!"

But once we got started, the first class with MrDream went well, and I enjoyed it. The audience was incredibly generous towards both him and me. I was so pleased at how many people were getting information and how many people said that they loved my trance face, although I had to force down a little bit of juvenile bitterness that we couldn’t just monopolize the class with play and go as hard as we usually do. There were 140ish people in the class -- a lot. We did Q&A to wrap up, and then I had to run to do tech testing for the podcast.

What I couldn’t do was give MrDream a hug after the class. What I couldn’t do was walk down the hotel hallway to see him and decompress. What I couldn’t do was hang around and chat with attendees in the lobby and in the con spaces.

I felt that immensely, stinging, but I had to push it down, because I had more to do.

The podcast, despite some inevitable technical issues, went well enough. By that point, I was feeling incredibly drained, and hadn’t been able to eat more than some yogurt for the majority of the day because of feeling crappy from not sleeping. It went for 2 hours -- very long, and we had no breaks. I was on autopilot. I had a good time, but felt almost dissociated, far away from myself.

I turned off the meeting, and I was suddenly in my bed, alone, just with cc, waiting for the audio to save.

I could not go see MrDream. I could not go see my friends. I could not get a hug. I could not text someone to ask where the party was and then stay up until 4am doing hypnosis and talking bullshit.

I started crying -- not weeping, not choking out tears, but wailing, hard crying.

It was the build-up of nearly a month of not processing that life, right now, is different. I cannot see my loved ones. I cannot see my community. EEEHU was a monstrous effort by its organizers which I applaud, and am so dearly happy that so many people enjoyed it, but for me, it was a harsh reminder that it was not a con in the way that I needed, and that I will not get that in the foreseeable future.

And I can’t see MrDream.

Our 2-year dating anniversary was just over a week ago. We would have had a date, riled up from not seeing each other for a month, meeting near the vernal equinox, the change of seasons having become important to us. And then we would have seen each other at NEEHU, a week later.

Now I don’t know when I will see him again.

After keeping that fact so distant from myself, taking one day at a time, I was slapped in the face by it.

I cried. I cried so hard. I have not cried like that in months, maybe a year. It was the rawness of isolation, the feeling of tragedy, of separation.

After a few minutes of it, I stopped, because I didn’t want to dig myself into a hole I couldn’t get out of. I saw myself in a mirror, and saw the mascara running in streaks down my face -- an effect I’ve tried hard to achieve for kink and in scenes for my partners who enjoy tears.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture -- the picture I take for MrDream every day of myself when I feel particularly brainwashed. If this wasn’t such a clear sign of how brainwashed, how dependent, how addicted, how in love I am, then I don’t know what is.

He responded well.

I went to bed early, feeling like I had immensely screwed up in everything the entire day. Again I had trouble sleeping, but I was comforted by the knowledge that I would talk to MrDream on Skype, and woke up feeling still drained, but less raw.

Our call was, of course, what I needed.

It was not the kind of call where we dove headfirst into trance. We spent time decompressing and talking, the sort of relaxed conversation I’ve missed so much since not having long time together.

But when he shifted his tone, when I saw his eyes change so subtly, I felt it all, and I felt everything melt away, helpless to it.

This trance is so overwhelming, the lowness of his voice, the feather-light touch of it makes me feel as though this is so much more powerful than aggression, as though I am a fluid which yields so much more softly when given the most gentle pressure, and how weak I feel to that.

He talks about how I can feel myself melting into him and suddenly I feel it, I feel the way his body feels. How much he wants me. How much when even I think about him from far away, he feels it, unconsciously, the force of our connection, we can smell each other, we know the weight of each others’ bodies.

Sinking into him. Filled with him. Empty. Deep.

Going through vivid memories of us together, flashbacks to dates that I suddenly am able to access more effectively.

I weep in trance at how precious that is. I weep while aroused as he controls me, even as I feel myself totally slipping away. The tears stop quickly, leaving me with his control.

He is calling back to the podcast that I know he was there to listen to, using my words, using my ideas, the recognition that he is always paying attention.

When he snaps me up, I am a hypnotized wreck, I can’t talk. He has to snap me up again.

“My shoulders are doing the thing,” I say, smiling, finally. “My brain is doing the thing.”

Loosened, relaxed.

We talk about how much we miss each other. He future paces gently about what it will be like when we finally see each other. I cry a little bit again, and it’s the first time I’ve acknowledged this thing with tears in front of him.

We banter Erickson at each other -- our ultimate love language.

I’m amazed how quickly I fall away when his flirting shifts intent just slightly. I have been going deeper, I have been going away so much further and faster.

He turns me into a cow, all body, no brain, taking over everything. Dumb cow braincells making me all mouth, all pussy, all tits. Calling back to my fey memories, how holographic they are.

Flashback to his apartment and cumming on top of him.

“Feeling the way the light feels,” he says, and it triggers the exact memory of my thought, in his room, when he took something away from me permanently -- ‘I will never forget the way the light looks in this room at this moment.’

“And then fading away even from this much comprehension into the deepest trance.”

Just hypnosis, just mind control. The absolute feeling of that, the way it drugs me.

I am so close to nothing, he is draining me away… Again I have that sense that if he just pushes a little more, I would go, something would happen, I would be totally gone forever… Again, I flash back to another date, the solstice that I did not share, and how close I was…

“You’ve always been a dumb little girl, wanting this so badly…”

Another flashback…

And he wakes me up, and I just stare at him. He makes a whooshing sound.

“Boy, do I miss this,” he says, all low, so turned on. “Gonna shred you so bad.”

I say his name.

“I’m… somewhere,” I manage, softly.

“Me too,” he says.

I’m so completely focused on his face, so completely keyed into his expression, his eyes, just like I would be if we were together, just like I’ve been learning how to do over Skype after all this time.

“Are we just going to spend 15 minutes staring at each other now?” I whisper, locked onto him.

“If we were alone, do you think we would?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say quietly.

We fix on each other, silently, and it is just like we are.

He makes another whooshing sound, and it breaks, and we both laugh a little.

“Well,” he says, “that was two minutes.”

“As if a candle can tell that it’s melting.”

I become an object, melting itself, lit by him, finally no longer a person, finally even more easy to exist as a vessel for his control.

“As if you are a candle in the dark night, dripping wax into your hand, thinking about spells and magic…”

Flashback to Samhain, and the frustration.

“Who we are when we are alone, when we are together, even if there are people around, no matter where, we are always in this other world where magic is happening to us both. Knowing we are always connected, knowing we always have this thing, and no one can stop it.”

Flashback to DMDW.

Flashback to flashbacks of DMDW.

Weeping, again, in deep, deep trance, feeling the magic bubble in my body and bubble where the air meets my skin, just for this one moment, so long since I’ve felt it and never over distance like this -- the magic that I will always question, the magic that seems unquestionable when I feel it and then dreamlike, it fades...

He counts me up, and I feel a tightness, and before 5, I whisper his name and ask to stay here, at 4.

I have looked at the picture of myself ever so often. The enormous emotional outpouring feels more distant now, and more manageable, but I don’t ever want to forget how hard that day was for me. I don’t ever want to take things for granted ever again.

It makes me so happy that I was able to have meaningful conversations and input at EEEHU, and help people learn, and watch people having fun. I wish I could have been more present, but I know I was doing the right thing by being at home, and not “at the con."

The hypnosis community is so incredibly important to me. I dedicated my first book to it, and surely I will do the same with my next. I believe I was meant to be here. If I believed in destiny, which I do not, I would say that it has been my destiny since I was a tiny little girl, confused and barely conscious of myself.

All I have to say is this: Take care of yourselves. Stay strong, but know you will fail sometimes. Cry. Laugh. Keep in touch.

I will be here.

@hypnokinkwithmrdream

#my writing #eeehu #neehu2020 #hypnosis #hypnokink

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needdl · 5 years

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Morning, Afternoon, and Evening

Part Two: Evening

this has been up on FFN and A03 for a while now. uhhhhh sorry tumblr.

Neji and Tenten drove Hui Na to Lee’s dojo a little after six, and she could hardly contain herself in her excitement. Her judo lessons were one of her favorite parts of the week.

The first time she’d worn her judo gear, Tenten had nearly cried over how tiny and cute and fierce she was. Neji had taken about one billion pictures and sent them to his cousins and uncle, who were all very proud.

Lee actually had a picture of himself and Hui Na after her first tournament, which he kept on his desk in his office. He also had another hanging on the wall, and a third at his home. Lee was nothing if not a very enthusiastic uncle.

In any case, Hui Na was just as determined and hard-working as her parents, and she applied herself diligently to practicing judo even on days when she didn’t have lessons- something that Neji and Tenten had never told her to do. Her dedication showed- she was the top of her class. (Which consisted of easily distracted toddlers, but still. They were very proud.)

Tenten walked Hui Na into the building as Neji waited in the car, holding her hand as they crossed the parking lot. Hui Na’s “Uncle Sensei” hugged them both enthusiastically when they entered, and in the chaos of a dozen toddlers and children putting their shoes in little cubby holes Tenten made quick plans for Lee to go out with her and Neji for drinks in the coming week.

(Hui Na would go visit her great-uncle Hiashi or Auntie Hanabi for the night, which was always something she enjoyed.)

Tenten kissed Hui Na goodbye (a little cautiously, what with her new anti-kissing stance), and headed back out to the car. She slid into the seat and propped her head back on the headrest with a sigh, then turned to face Neji.

“So, we’ve got about forty-five minutes of us time. Want to go get some kissing in, away from an offended child’s eyes?”

“Certainly,” Neji said smoothly, catching her hand in his and twining their fingers together. He brought it to his lips and mouthed at it softly, which made Tenten let out a little squeak.

He chuckled and dropped her hand, turning the keys in the ignition and pulling back out of the parking spot. Tenten reached out to massage the tense muscles at the base of his head, rubbing her thumb firmly over the skin. It was a habit of hers she’d developed after a particularly stressful week for Neji- his grandfather had made some highly bigoted statements to the press, and the entire family had been under scrutiny.

(Fortunately, nobody Neji was immediately related to agreed with his grandfather, and those who did weren’t people he associated with anyway. Hiashi had gone so far as to cut off ties completely with his own father- which in all likelihood came as a huge relief to him. The former patriarch of the Hyuga family was not a good man, and Neji had confided in Tenten that he strongly suspected him of verbal and physical abuse to his wife and children.)

Now nearly every time Tenten was in the passenger seat next to him, she’d reach out to him. Sometimes she rubbed at tense muscles, sometimes she played with his hair, and sometimes she just stroked his skin.

They pulled into their driveway and into the garage, and Tenten was chewing her lip in thought as they entered their home. Neji was headed straight to the bedroom, which made her grin.

She followed him up, then paused, taking in their room. It was a little messy, at was the case since Hui Na had been born, with piles of laundry and an assortment of items from her work that she kept meaning to put in the home office.

Neji noticed that her attention was elsewhere, and gently drew her chin up to meet her eyes. “Tennie?”

She chewed her lip again, thoughts racing, before clearing her throat. “I, um, I have something I want to ask about.”

Neji raised his eyebrows, a quiet prompt for her to continue. She motioned to the bed, and he sat, pulling her with him so she stood between his legs, arms resting on his shoulders.

“Okay, so-" It was the oddest thing. She’d been thinking about this for several weeks now, and she still was having trouble verbalizing it.

“You remember after Hui Na was born, I got an IUD?” Neji nodded slowly. “Well, it’s about at the end of its span, so I was wondering… if- if I should get another one, or if we want to start trying.”

Neji stared up at her, eyes wide and mouth just slightly agape. She rushed on. “I mean, Hui Na is in preschool, I have a pretty flexible schedule-"

Neji was beginning to smile, and Tenten continued on, encouraged. “And she’s five next year, it seems like good timing.”

“It does,” Neji agreed quietly, still staring up at her in that slightly starstruck way. “And this… this is something you want?”

She grinned, still a little nervous. “Yeah, it’s… it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot.”

Neji looked up at her, eyes wide and mouth forming a small, disbelieving smile. After a second, he grinned outright. “Then… yes. Let’s- let’s do it.”

Tenten rested her forehead on his. “Really?”

“Yes, let’s… let’s have another baby.”

Tenten closed her eyes, a wide grin on her face. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he murmured, pressing his mouth to hers.

They kissed for a few moments, mouths moving in tandem, before Tenten pulled back reluctantly and murmured, “We only have about twenty minutes before we need to leave and pick up Hui Na.”

Neji slowly drew his fingers across her lower back. “We can text Lee, and ask if he’s okay with her sticking around for fifteen minutes or so.” His hands clenched around her hips and lower back in a way he knew she liked, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Fine, but let the record show I feel slightly guilty about it.”

“Fifteen minutes of extra sparring time with her Uncle Sensei? She’ll be thrilled.”

“True.” Tenten kissed him again, then drew her phone from her pocket and unlocked it. As she typed, Neji slid her capris down her legs. “Subtle,” she told him drily.

He shoved up her shirt and pressed a kiss to the soft skin. “No time to lose.”

“It’s not like we can get pregnant right this second. My birth control is still effective.”

Neji paused. Finally, he said, very seriously, “Practice makes perfect,” and pulled her down with him to lay on the bed.

Tenten laughed and straddled his waist. “Well, that works for me.”

Hui Na was ecstatic to have extra time at her dojo lesson, and spent much of the ride home trying to persuade her parents to let it happen every lesson.

“Lovie, your Uncle Lee can’t be there for extra time every night.”

“Hm, okay. What if I practice all by myself?”

They both paused for a second, before Neji asked, “All by yourself in the dojo?”

“Yep.”

“I- no, that won’t work either. Maybe Uncle Lee can practice with you sometimes during weekends, okay?”

Hui Na frowned and kicked her legs, the closest she ever really came to a meltdown. She sulked all through the ride home, and refused their offer to stop at a bakery for treats on the way home.

She brightened when they offered to let her watch a movie, and picked out The Lion King- an unsurprising choice, as it had been her favorite for several months running.

Hui Na settled herself on the couch with the air of a queen sitting in a throne, then turned to her parents. “Mama, you sit here,” she instructed, pointing at her side, “And dada, you sit here.” They sat as instructed, so Hui Na was sandwiched between them. Just before they started the movie, she said “Oh! Wait please,” and took off for the upstairs.

They watched her go, baffled. Upstairs they could hear her feet thumping across the hall, then a scuffling sound.

“Is…” Tenten listened intently, eyes squinted in concentration. “Is she in our room?”

“It sounds like it. What is she doing?”

Hui Na’s little footsteps thumped back down the stairs, and she entered the living room holding a bundle of cloth. “Here, mama. You wear this one, and I’ll wear this one, and dada wear this one.”

Tenten looked at the bundle that her daughter had deposited in her lap. It was one of Neji’s sweatshirts.

A few weeks previous, when it was just Hui Na and Tenten for the night, the two of them had raided Neji’s closet for his coziest sweaters to wear during their movie. (Incidentally, The Lion King.) Apparently, it was an activity that Hui Na had enjoyed, because here she was repeating it.

Hui Na’s borrowed sweatshirt reached well past her knees, and the sleeves hung over her hands. She held them out patiently to Neji, who folded them over for her, his own sweatshirt in place.

Tenten pulled on her assigned sweatshirt. Privately, she thought she’d gotten the best end of the shirt distribution- it was Neji’s preferred sweatshirt, and was ridiculously soft and cozy. It smelled like a mixture of his shampoo and cologne, and she filled her lungs with the scent as she adjusted the fit.

Properly attired, Hui Na nodded in satisfaction. “Okay, I’m all ready now. Thank you for waiting.”

“Of course, lovie. Thank you for bringing us the sweatshirts.”

“You’re welcome!”

Neji started playing the movie, and Hui Na sat back into the couch with a quiet, content little sigh. Her legs stuck out straight in front of her, with only her feet dangling over the edge.

As the movie progressed, Hui Na slowly tipped against Neji’s side, and after the stampede scene she started sniffling. “Hui Na, sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked softly. She nodded, her chin wobbling. “Come here, little bird.” He lifted her into his lap and settled his arm around her. She tucked herself against his chest with a little sob, eyes on the movie even as she gripped his hand in both of hers.

Tenten watched the interaction from her side of the couch with a soft smile. After a second Hui Na turned to face her with tear-filled eyes. “Mama, you come here too. I got sad.”

Tenten stretched out so her head was on the other side of Neji’s lap, reaching up to thumb away some of the tears that were falling down Hui Na’s round little face. “Yeah, it’s a sad part of the movie, isn’t it?”

“Yep.” Hui Na grabbed Tenten’s hand and held onto a few of her fingers, turning her attention back to the screen. A few seconds later, Neji started rhythmically carding his fingers through Tenten’s hair.

By the time the movie ended, Tenten was snoring softly in Neji’s lap, one hand resting on Hui Na as Neji kept stroking her hair. Hui Na, who had remained riveted to the screen, finally noticed that her mother was drooling a few inches away from her.

She glanced up at Neji, eyes wide. “Mama’s sleeping,” she whispered. Neji nodded and murmured, “We should probably wake her up so she can go to bed, huh?”

“Okay.” She whispered. She reached out and tapped on Tenten’s cheek with a few fingers, whispering “Mama. Mama. Mama.”

Neji fought back a laugh. “Here, sweetheart, let me do it.” He shook Tenten’s shoulder, and she stirred and let out a little grunt.

“Tenten,” he said.

“’M sleepin’. Go ’way.”

He shook her again. “Tenten-” She smacked his hand away, which made Hui Na let out a little chortle. “Mama! That’s so rude!”

Tenten poked a finger against Hui Na’s nose. “Shhhh. Sleep time.”

Hui Na turned to look up at Neji, raising her hand and widening her eyes in a “can you believe this” kind of gesture. He laughed, and lifted Hui Na off his lap to set her on the ground.

“Alright, how about you and I go get you to bed and I’ll make sure mama gets up later?”

“Okay.” Hui Na watched as he gently lifted Tenten’s head off his lap and onto the couch cushion, then raised her arms up. “Will you carry me?”

The sight of his daughter, wrapped up in his sweatshirt that was much too big, reaching up towards him while swaying sleepily on her feet, made his chest ache.

He picked her up and tucked her against his side, pressing a kiss to her head as she rested it on his shoulder with a sigh. They headed up the stairs and into Hui Na’s room, and he helped her change into her pajamas and brush her teeth.

They had a little dispute over bedtime stories- Hui Na demanded her usual three, but because she had watched a movie that night, and because it was already past her bedtime, Neji would only read her one.

Eventually, he had to tell her that she could have one story or no stories, and she acquiesced. She was nodding off in his lap by the time he was halfway through, and when he finished the book he lifted her into bed without a fuss.

“Good night, Hui Na. I love you.”

“Night night, dada. I love you too. Will you tell mama ’night for me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Night night.”

“Good night.” He kissed her cheek and quietly exited the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

The master bedroom was still dark, but Neji could hear soft movement downstairs. He descended the steps and found Tenten in the kitchen, putting away the dishes they’d used for dinner. She still had his sweatshirt on, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

She saw him come down the stairs and turned to face him with a small smile. “She go down okay?”

“Yes.” He crossed to where she stood in front of the sink and wrapped his arms around her, softly nipping at the skin on her neck. She let out a little squawk.

“Neji! What’re you trying to do?”

He pulled away and smirked down at her, eyes glinting. “Do try to remember, Tenten. We need to get in some practice.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re corny.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re hot.”

“I-” His face burned. “Thank you, I suppose.”

“You’ve got an ass that just doesn’t quit.”

“Tenten-”

“Dreamy eyes.”

“Alright, I get it-”

“Incredible facial structure, the prettiest hair in all the land-” Neji cut her off with a swift peck to her lips.

“I get it, let’s go have sex.”

“Way to seduce me, babe. Now I’m just itching to get in your pants.”

Neji sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Tenten.”

“Neji.” She leaned up and kissed him softly, then ordered, “Okay, now carry me upstairs.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You did it for Hui Na-”

“Yes, Hui Na the toddler, who was practically falling asleep.”

“It’ll be romantic! I thought you were into that kind of shit, remember our six-month anniversary when we first started dating, and you filled my office at the museum with flowers-”

Neji smiled in recollection. “You did seem to like that a lot, when you were able to look me in the eye.”

“What?” Tenten blinked, confused. “When I could…?”

“The reason I don’t do more large romantic gestures, Tenten, is because every time I do,” he slid his hand under her shirt to feel the warm skin on her back, “you get very shy. You blush constantly, you always duck your chin-”

“I do not-”

“Tennie, just this morning I kissed your palm and you went bright red.”

She gaped at him, jaw working, before shaking herself off and declaring, “Just because I blush sometimes-”

Before she had a chance to think, Neji stooped down and quite literally swept her off her feet, hooking her legs over one arm and supporting her back with the other. Startled, she flung her arms around his neck and clung to him until she was settled, then twisted her head to stare at him.

He met her gaze steadily, softening his look into something that was unmistakably tender. Slowly, a blush rose over her cheeks and she whipped her head away again, detangling her arms from around his neck so she could cover her face with her hands.

“Fine, fine, you’re right- shut up!”

Neji chuckled and started towards the steps, still carrying his wife. “Well, as you demanded, I’ll carry you upstairs.”

“Great,” she muttered against her palms. He paused in front of the switches to the kitchen lights. “Will you-” she smacked out her hand and turned off the lights. “Thank you.”

He headed up the stairs, feeling remarkably unstrained by her weight, and deposited her softly on the bed without bothering to turn on the lights. He reached down to lift her chin and kissed her softly, fitting their lips together and slowly twining his fingers through her hair. She shivered, and he stroked the skin behind her ears and gently let them both fall onto the mattress.

They laid side by side on the bed, arms wrapped around one another. Between kisses, Tenten muttered, “This seems a little high school.”

“Well, we never did anything like this with each other in high school.”

“Hm, I guess not. Kind of weird I never made a move, really. I was super into you even then.”

He hummed in response, distracted by warm hands sliding under his shirt to play with the waistband of his pants- gray joggers, a spontaneous gift from Tenten that was apparently as much for her as it had been for him.

She slid her hand around to cup his ass over the cloth, and he felt a flush rise on his cheeks. “Tenten.” He felt her smirk, and she kept her grip in place, mouthing at his jaw and murmuring, “I told you, my love. An ass that doesn’t quit.”

He rolled on top of her and kissed her again, one arm propping him over her and the other reaching to hook her thigh around his waist.

As she tugged his shirt off, he replied, “And I told you. Beautiful.”

“Cheesy,” she whispered.

“Honest,” he breathed back.

“Sweet-talker.”

“For you? Certainly.”

She squeaked and covered her face again. “Ugh, Neji-”

He laughed quietly and pulled her hands away to kiss them. “You make me very romantic, Tenten. You’ll just have to suffer through it.”

#neji #tenten #nejiten #hui na #rock lee #fanfic #my writing

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trolloled · 7 years

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Big List of Fantroll Facts from Hiveswap

This is all pulled straight from the game with 0 (or attempted 0) bias from me or @peckonthecheek

We have both played the game so I can verify several things on the list. Most of the information comes from @peckonthecheek who exhaustively did everything in the game and recorded useful information.

If you want to add to this post, feel free to screenshot what you want to add and send it to me!

Land - Alternia consists of 4 - 5 continents and is mostly covered by said land.

Language - Alternian is distinct from English, trolls at least write in Alternian. It is read from LEFT to RIGHT and every symbol in its alphabet can be directly translated back to an English letter.

Drones - Weak point is in its torso. Drones can burn down hives and just take away random trolls for whatever reason.

- They can also fly and fire missiles.

Lususes (Yes that’s correct) - One species of lusus is the Cuspidated Grimalkin, (A deercat) which prefers to bond with brownbloods with leadership aptitudes. If a Grimalkin loses its charge (Fairly common) it will try to find a new troll to adopt. This is highly illegal.

- Another species of lusus is the Supplikatydid, which resembles praying mantises

- There exist several books on the various species of lususes.

- Lususes have blood colors and tend to bond with trolls of certain bloods

- Sloth lususes (GLACIAL TREETRUDGER) are pretty uncommon

- Lusus can be referred to as a pet/dad

- Multiple of the same types of lususes exist

Powers - Redbloods share telekinesis and speak-with-dead powers as a caste, brownbloods share animal communion powers

- Telekinesis - no matter how weak - can erase data off of discs easily

- Overexerting powers can cause exhaustion, nosebleeds, headaches

Stickball - This is gonna be huge so just. Bear with it.

- There are several leagues depending on area - There’s some sort of piece known as a CLOVER - Positions include PUSHER, BRAWLER, PROWLER, ZAPPER - Played on Velvet - Two pieces called a DOZER (Ball) and a SNOWGLOBE (Ball) - Burgundies often play PUSHER due to their telekinesis and ability to talk to the dead players - PUSHER is the most dangerous position - No one cares if a rustblood dies due to the danger of the position - Some HAZARDS - MATCHTIP - burns you - ZAPPER - blasts you - LUSUS - controlled by opposing (brownblood) Wranglers - Only unbonded lususes are allowed (Can be friendly, neutral, or opposing) - Each ball (DOZER, STITCHER, TRACER, FINISHER, SNOWGLOBE) has its own effect (There are 15 total) - Cuebats (the tool that the PUSHERS use) are made to be hard to bend with their telekinesis - It's okay to use someones torn off leg or other weapons found on the playing field as improvised weapons - but illegal to bring in your own! - DOZER puts you to sleep if you touch it with your bare hands - STITCHER is a ball of yarn that has to be rolled up before it can be used to score - TRACER will try to follow the path it was taken the match before - FINISHER will only move in a predetermined path to the goal. - If your tryout is bad enough, you CAN get culled - Rustbloods caught cheating in Arena Stickball will "get culled before they can blink" - SNOWGLOBE - 8-BALL, rigged with a nuclear bomb that explodes after a set amount of time. - Controllers are often bluebloods (Cerulean?) - Lususes are used in this sport - they can be friendly, neutral, or opposing - Aren't allowed to be fed, though - Sloths are not commonly used in AS due to their slowness - PUSHERs are the only players allowed to score (And are thus prime targets) - PUSHER helmets are designed to leave the forehead exposed for their Psychic Powers, however this is a weak point and why they die a lot. - There is a team called the SNOWGLOBES - Xultan Matzos was a PUSHER - very famous - If the heiress attends a match, you are “encouraged” to kneel the entire time - Not following the rules proper will get you culled - Couches are MADE of FABRIC - PUSHERS are advised to rely heavily on telekinesis - THE MAN ON THE MOON (White, non-scoring ball) cannot be interacted with by PUSHERS. It radiates a feeling of pernicious intent (to Xefros, at least)

Lowblood life:

- Having leadership aspirations is illegal and grounds for execution.

- Suburbs (Subgrubs) are segregated by caste.

- It is mandatory to buy what the heiress is selling.

- The bus system is infrequent and unreliable ("engineered to prevent caste mobility")

- Sometimes (Most times for lowbloods?) jobs are involuntary and assigned

- There is a LOT of class struggle and oppression

- There is, quote “Forced participation in keeping that oppression running smoothly.”

- Have to practice your profession before the TRIALS or you'll get culled

- Demanding a refund as a lowblood can get you culled

- Even uttering rebellious sentiment and promoting it could lead to your execution

- It's Imperial mandate that rustbloods are kept poor - they're not allowed to have more than the bare minimum to scrape by

- "Almost all" rustbloods end up as butlers

- If a lowblood (read: redblood) makes a name for themselves and succeeds too well, they are liable to be humiliated and culled.

- Heiress will and can make a spectacle of your death in public

- Dreaming of destroying things associated with the heiress can get you killed

- Circular discs are a luxury, if you can't afford them, you get hexagonal ones

- There are sections of magazines that are illegal for lowbloods to read (???)

- Good pizza toppings are reserved for highbloods

- Lowbloods either get instaculled in raids or snatched up for later

- Mostly to be killed as a highblood spectacle

- Lowbloods can get culled for anything and everything or no reason at all - Anyone who disobeys the heiress gets rounded up and enslaved or slaughtered - Slavery is a thing (especially for rustbloods)

- The heiress hates aliens and lowbloods

- Your money is monitored by the government to keep you poor. (Probably).

- Scythian (Troll version of Amazon) always takes forever to deliver to lowbloods

Highblood Life:

- SLAM OR GET CULLED prevents voting from lususes, unless you're a highblood, and then you can have your lusus go on stage and eat everyone, if you want

- Highbloods generally can get away with a lot.

- Indigos (Blue?) care where the silverware goes (tend to "crush anything they pick up anyways")

- High society dinners often involve bluebloods (Pranking during this time often gets you culled)

- Chucklevoodoos are a subjug thing - not a purpleblood/Gamzee thing (Typically these involve dreams and the subconscious) - Heiress has a lot of servants, literally eats off of gold plates

- Violetbloods are considered royals: They can get published anywhere and tend to write lots of reviews about everything (Their hatred for lowbloods, what they just ate), most reviews are by them and they are especially disgusted by rustbloods.

- Heiress has a court of highbloods and a drone army

FLARP:

- They have FLARP editions based on spies, espionage, and rebellion - FLARP editions have fatigue rules in them involving SOPOR SLIME - There is a FLARP class called ESPIACROONER - It is permitted to use your telekinesis and other psychic powers in FLARP - Need a game grub in order to play FLARP!

Miscellaneous (Everything else):

- There is a city named THRASHTHRUST which contains the subgrub called OUTGLUT

- Swinging a weapon at an image of the heiress will bring a drone down upon you near instantly.

- Trolls sleep in recuperacoons due to the "violent and troubling impusles" they have - Sopor is very physically and mentally draining - Can injure trolls further if they sleep in the sopor while injured. - Gotta shake off some of the slime to completely wake up (?) - There are chairs with sopor slime in them, made to relax in (See below) - Sopor slime in close proximity to a troll helps them to relax - Eating sopor slime makes you dumb though

- Sopor Slime keeps powers in check while they are asleep.

- SLAM OR GET CULLED can end in “relatively certain death” for the losers

- There is an interplanetary warsong titled "If You Aliens Were Not Meant To Die At Our Hands, Why Are You All So Pitifully Incapable Of Defending Yourselves?!"

- There are Illegal parts of History! Censorship is REAL!

- Protest art exists (Videogames are considered art?)

- Video game controllers dies from starvation. Once they die, the mother console lays a new one.

- Crack open a controller for game grub - pus gets everywhere

- There have been multiple heiresses, but only one is alive at a time

- Interfaces can be designed with psionics/telekinesis in mind

- Jostling sopor is good housekeeping (?)

- Magazine titles: Arena Stickball Illustrated, Grubs Diurnally, Talentless Nobodies

- RITES OF MATURATION: Occur around 7 sweeps, involve Trials, decides your future. Nothing is known about them beyond this, not even whether it means you instantly leave the planet. Trolls are expected to TRAIN FOR THESE.

- Putting inorganic material in a grubslurry activator is begging for death

- Eating raw eggs is bad for trolls and gives them parasites - Trolls have benevolent and benign parasites

- Troll pupils are kind of reflective like a dog - they reflect white, though!

- They create their hives when they are freshly pupated, CARPENTER DRONES ENFORCE THIS.

- Typing Quirks are very personal for trolls! - Close friends and quadrants can imitate them sometimes - Only two fuschiabloods - Heiress and the Queen. Both are seadwellers - Queen is far away leading conquests in other galaxies, she is known to be incredibly powerful

- THERE ARE NO (0) (ZERO) ADULTS ALLOWED ON ALTERNIA. NO EXCEPTIONS EVER.

- Adults are sent off-planet for their ORDEALS when they come of age

- Quadrants are Fated? (???)

- All text communications and conversations are subject to monitoring by the government.

- Trolls do not meet aliens until they’re off-planet, where they conquer them.

- The caste system is highly important.

- Trolls clean their floors with mucus (?)

- Calendars exist with celebrities on them!

- There is a month named CULLUBRE

TROLLIAN TERMS HIVE - House POWER HEXAGRID - Power grid? LUSUS - Caretaker beast SUBGRUB - suburb STEMCLUSTER - City OMNISCUTTLECOACH - Bus SCYTHIAN - Amazon but not FLARP - LARP but deadly RESPITEBLOCK - bedroom GANDER PRECIPICE - balcony ARENA STICKBALL - a sport! WAREGRID STUDYSCROLL - Looks like a placemat that you study for tablesetting MEGAFORK , MICROFORK , KNIFE FORK, "FOOLS FORK" - Several types of forks SMASHSUIT - stunt gear "SLAM OR GET CULLED" - American Idol but deadly RECUPERACOON - bed SOPOR SLIME - sedative slime that trolls sleep in RAKE PRONG, BILESCOOPER - Utensils 12TH PERIGREES EVE - assumedly christmas SCOURDRAY - Maid. Cleany. Thingy. RESIFLUID - Floor Cleaner SMEARSPINNER - Floor waxer CUEBAT - PUSHERS tool in ARENA STICKBALL FLAVOR DISC - pizza WET CHITIN SACK - ??? XULTAN MATZOS - Famous STICKBALL player BOBBLENUG FIGURINE - Bobblehead RECESSED TABLETOP ARENA STICKBALL - foozeball but not THRASHTHRUST SNOWGLOBES - ARENA STICKBALL League team SPORT OF LORDS - ??? SPLAYSAC - beanbag filled with SOPOR SLIME CHAIRBAG - beanbag GAME GRUB - videogame CASTE SYSTEM - a system of oppression by blood - rust is lowest, fuschia is highest. ROYGBIV NUGBONES - Skull GRUBFLECKS - a type of cereal SCOURBRISTLE / SCOURBRISTLING - Mop/Mopping? Alternatively Broom/Sweeping CHITIN-RIDGER - goes to the right of the cuebat STICK-JAMMER - thumbtack DROMED BAKTAR - famous stickball player LOUNGEPLANKS - sofa CRISPRANGE - stovetop GRUBSLURRY AGITATOR - used to aggrivate some grubslurry GRUBSLURRY - made to be aggrivated HUSKLOAF - meatloaf BILESLAW - probably coleslaw : / GRUB-SAUCE - its a sauce UNRANGED CLUCKBEAST OVA - uncooked eggs? ACID TUBES - probably intestines given the context GRUB JUICE HYDRATION CYLINDERS - cans of grub juice GRUB JUICE - drink to restore psychic powers WRIGGLING DAY - birthday WIPES - a measurement of time. RITES OF MATURATION - a series of TRIALS and potentially ORDEALS that happen around 7 sweeps SMEARGUNK - cleans floors - is used with smearspinner GLACIAL TREETRUDGER - Xefros' Sloth lusus! ZIGZAG INCLINE - stairs GASTRIC EVACUATION GLAND - The uvula TUBEFLORA SHAVINGS - Banana Slices (Maybe, unconfirmed) LAWNRING - Yard SUPPLIKATYDIDS - Praying Mantis Lususes ORDEALS - gone through by adults. May be a part of the RITES OF MATURATION? CRUEL-AID - Kool-aid CUSPIDATED GRIMALKIN - deercat lusus of Dammeks GUTTERBLOOD - a term for lowbloods THROTTLEMOTH - Just a moth BELLOWSACS - Lungs SCENTBULB - Nose

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Moonstone

You sign up for a Blood Partners program online, which matches humans up with vampires to get fed on and be paid for their services (college is expensive). You’re paired up with Kim Yongguk, a kind vampire with money and a lot of secrets.

for anon who requested bullet-style yongguk vampire au

and so, obviously, this is a modern day vampire au (vampires are integrated into society au)

this is super long wtf

also this basically devolved into some weirdass shit and there’s some lowkey (not really) sexy times shit at the end (they make out like wowow), but i know that some like 13 y/os wildin out here reading fucking kinky smut, so let me put it this way: if you don’t know what people with dicks use lotion and tissues for, don’t read towards the end

you glanced down at your phone nervously and then back up at the cafe door

you’d made arrangements to meet kim yongguk at 12:30, and it was already 12:40

it wasn’t like it was a date or anything, but you were still worried about getting stood up

just as you were pulling out your phone to check it again, you heard the bell of the cafe ring, making you look up

a guy, clad in all black with sunglasses and a facemask entered, walking over to you

“(y/n) (y/l/n)?” he asked, his lilting voice instantly enchanting you

“y-yes, that’s me,” you managed to stammer out, getting up to shake his hand

his hands were cold, as though you were shaking a moving piece of marble

“ji-- excuse me, kim yongguk,” he said smoothly, gesturing for you to take a seat, “i’ll quickly go get a drink, but you can read over the contract while i do so, if you’d like.”

you nodded, accepting the manila envelope that he was holding out to you, carefully sliding the forms out

“Of my own free will I, ___________, officially hereby accept _________ as a Blood Partner. For each session, there must be verbal consent given before the Receiving Partner is able to withdraw approximately 500 mL of the Giver’s Blood.”

reading the opening statement of the Blood Partner contract solidified the fact that yes, you were selling your blood to a vampire to pay for college

you’d sold pints of blood to blood stores before, but you didn’t get much profit from those stores, so your friends had suggested switching over to a Blood Partners website

becoming blood partners with a vampire was a common way to get money-- there were websites like the one your best friend had showed you that matched a person up with another vampire to enter a Blood Partner contract

“sorry, did you get a chance to read over the contract?” yongguk asked, taking the seat across from you

he glanced around before carefully tugging his mask down, revealing an angular, handsome face

“yeah,” you nodded, setting the contract down on the table

yongguk took a quick sip of his iced lamb blood before nodding

“obviously, if there’s anything you’d like to add, feel free to let me know at any time,” he said quickly, cheeks reddening a bit, “this is ah, this is my first time signing a Blood Partner contract, so I’m a bit new to the whole process.”

“Really?” you were surprised at that-- most civilian vampires had a good amount of experience with Blood Partners, as the newly turned vampires were held in special care due to their unpredictable nature

“yes,” yongguk replied a bit shyly, cheeks still a bit pink, “my, ah, circumstances have been a bit strange.”

you nodded, not wanting to bother yongguk by pressing any further

“so, are you okay to signing the contract?” yongguk asked, producing another copy, along with a very fancy pen

“oh, yeah, everything looks chill,” you sent yongguk a tentative smile, still a bit nervous about the whole situation

yongguk chuckled at that, scrawling his curling signature on the line before sliding the forms over to you

“you know, in all my time on this planet, i don’t think i’ve ever heard someone refer to a legal contract as ‘chill’.”

“i guess i’m just that one-of-a-kind,” you said playfully, and yongguk made a noise in the back of his throat, watching thoughtfully as you carefully signed the forms yourself

“well,” he said, tucking one of the two contracts into his bag, “i’ll contact you when the first session is needed.”

“right,” you nodded, scrambling to do the same, sliding the contract into your backpack and getting to your feet, “thank you for this, by the way.”

“thank you,” yongguk replied with a small smile, reaching out to gently shake your hand

the cold chill of his hand, coupled with his firm grip, sent a shiver down your spine as he watched you intently as you slung your backpack over your shoulder

“would you require me to drive you anywhere?” yongguk inquired, tilting his head

“huh?” you looked up at him, and shook your head with a smile, “no, it’s okay. i was going to buy a quick cup of coffee anyways, so i guess I’ll see you around?”

a beat passed, and then yongguk quickly nodded his head, cheeks coloring

“yes, of course,” he said smoothly, heading towards the door of the cafe, “thank you again, (y/n).”

as you stood in line again to buy another cup of coffee, you thought over what had just happened, doing your best to process

yongguk didn’t seem like your stereotypical vampire, cold, judgmental and harsh

he was quiet, thoughtful, and clearly at least pretended to care about your wellbeing

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the cafe’s TV, which had switched over to the news

‘Breaking News’, the news anchor narrated dramatically, pausing for effect, “Jin Longguo, the official heir to Sangui Corporations, has officially taken a leading position on the Board of Directors, and is expected to take over the company from his father’s hands within a few weeks, despite his young age.”

you looked up in mild suprise-- jin longguo was a name you’d heard many a time, despite never seeing his face

jin longguo was an Ancient, coming from a line of very old vampire families; his family had been the first to develop blood delivery systems to vampire homes, and had made a fortune and a half from their corporation

his family was famous throughout the world, and longguo was known for his striking good looks

however, most humans had never seen him, as he was unable to show up on tv or camera due to his vampire status

“he’s a successful one, that jin longguo,” the barista commented as he slid you your coffee with a smile, “what I would pay to be in his shoes.”

“i dunno,” you replied, watching as the anchor spoke about the critics of longguo’s succession, citing his young age and inexperience, “he’s so young, i feel bad that he was the public constantly watching him.”

“you know how those vamps are,” the barista said breezily, making you look up at him sharply, “totally unfeeling; it’s not like they give a shit about the world.”

“that’s,,,” you began, ready to argue with the barista before you bit your tongue-- getting into an argument over politics in a coffee shop would just be dumb. “never mind. thanks for the coffee.”

for the next couple of days, you almost-- almost-- forgot about the Blood Partners contract with yongguk

he didn’t try to contact you or anything, but just as you forgot about it, you remembered his intense gaze and cold, cold hands

your friends all questioned you about the meet-up, but you didn’t really have anything to tell them

“all I did was sign a contract,” you laughed, shrugging as you returned to your studying

a week and one day after you’d signed the contract (not that you were counting or anything), yongguk texted you

“if you are so inclined, i would be grateful if you are available for a session.”

you snorted at his polite, formal tone but replied that you were in fact available, to which he informed you that he’d send a car to your apartment

“(y/n)?” a young guy rolled down the window of a shiny black car, pulled up in front of your apartment where you were waiting awkwardly, clad in the t-shirt and jeans you’d been wearing the whole day

you hadn’t been sure if you should change into something nicer, but your friends assured you that you’d be fine

“yes!” you tucked your cell phone into your pocket and got into the front seat, feeling a bit like you were getting into a sinister uber

“i’m sihyun, yongguk’s… friend,” he introduce himself, pulling out into the street smoothly

you nodded, nervously tapping your foot against the car’s rug, and sihyun glanced over at you

“nervous?” he asked casually, smiling over with a friendly expression

“yeah,” you breathed out nervously, “this is my first time, so I don’t really know what to expect.”

“lo--yongguk is very careful,” sihyun assured you, “i’ve known him my entire life-- if at any time you feel uncomfortable, he’ll know instantly.”

you nodded as he carefully pulled up in front of a very fancy high-rise apartment

“he’s in the penthouse,” sihyun informed you, “take a couple deep breaths, you’ll be okay.”

you thanked sihyun and hurried into the apartment building, heart pounding as you boarded the elevator

even the elevator was nice, with thick carpeting and a fancy light fixture

yongguk opened the door as soon as you arrived, dressed in crisp black slacks and a black button-up shirt, unbuttoned a few ways to reveal just a glimpse of a toned chest, and his sleeves rolled up to the elbows

his hair was also slightly messy, as though he’d been running his hands through it, and your fingers itched to smooth it out

upon peering closer, you realized how exhausted he looked

without thinking, you blurted out, “have you been sleeping well?”

yongguk chuckled at that, ushering you inside with a cold hand on the small of your back

“i don’t sleep, (y/n),” he replied, “but i have been working a lot more extensively than usual.”

“why didn’t you ask me to come over sooner?” you asked, “you should take care of yourself, you know.”

he smiled at that, “i knew you had that history paper due yesterday, I didn’t want to distract you from that.”

you looked up at him, startled because a) he cared enough to think about your schooling and b) he apparently knew your schedule?

“i don’t want you to think I’m stalking you or anything,” yongguk rushed out, blushing slightly, “i just wanted to make sure you were in a good place mentally.”

“n-no,” you shook your head shyly, “it’s okay.”

“so, ah,” yongguk could barely meet your eyes, clearly embarrassed as well, “would you like to just get this over with?”

you nodded shyly still, letting him guide you to a stool by the bar in his kitchen, settling down into it

“are you comfortable and okay with this?” yongguk asked, peering into your eyes

“yeah,” you nodded, remembering back to the ‘verbal consent before every session’ clause in the contract

“i’ll begin, then,” yongguk murmured quietly, gently moving your hair aside

you shivered as his stone cold finger brushed across the spot right where your neck met your body at the jugular, something strange fluttering in your stomach

“you’re okay?” he asked, breath fanning across your now bare neck

“yeah,” you responded, breath caught in your throat

yongguk’s mouth was on your neck in an instant, warm on your skin as you fought back a shiver

you felt something akin to a scratching sensation on your neck before something flooded your body, making your fingers and toes tingle

a sensual pleasure washed over you, and you bit your lips to prevent a moan from slipping out

your skin felt almost hypersensitive, and you whimpered slightly as yongguk rubbed your arm, his other hand gently cradling your neck so that you weren’t straining yourself to allow him access to your neck

the sensation was strange, like you were getting the life sucked out of you through a straw, and then it stopped, yongguk sliding his tongue against your bloodied collarbone

you realized that you had been holding your breath and exhaled shakily as he swiftly brought a piece of cotton up, pressing down on the wound

“are you okay?” he asked, and you looked up to meet his eyes, vision swimming due to how dizzy you were

his cheeks were flushed and pupils blown, his normally deep brown irises tinged a slight grey

“dizzy,” you managed to breath out, gasping for air

in a swift motion, yongguk scooped you up, carrying you at lightening speed into another room where he set you down on a mattress, hovering over you in concern

“just rest here for a moment, i’ll bring you some juice and food,” he said, disappearing again

your head spun at his incredible speed, and your thoughts were all over the place, ranging from his crazy vampirical capabilities to how sensual the experience had been

“here,” yongguk said gently, holding out a glass of orange juice and a place, “it’s a peanut butter and banana sandwich.”

you grasped the orange juice glass with slightly shaking hands, downing it in one long gulp before starting on the sandwich

“feeling a bit better?” he asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and peering down at you carefully

“yeah, thank you for the food,” you smiled up at him, blushing a bit under his intense gaze

“it’s my duty to take care of you,” yongguk said simply, “like i said-- you’re giving me something special. the least i can do is take care of your every whim.”

“well in that case, could you buy orange juice with pulp?” you asked playfully, appreciating how yongguk’s eyes curved up when he smiled

“i’ll have sihyun go buy some now,” he replied, going to stand up

“no, no, it’s okay,” you laughed at how earnest he was, “for next time.”

“so this experience was to your liking?” yongguk asked, peering over at you, his shyness back

you couldn’t help but flush, remembering how you’d fought to keep any embarrassing noises from escaping you

“yeah, it was,” you opted to say mildly

“well, i’d like it if you could stay for one or two hours, just so i know you didn’t react negatively to any of my hormones,” yongguk explained, “i have some work to do, but the TV is connected to my Netflix account.”

“i think i’ll watch the twilight movies,” you giggled, reaching over for the remote, “i’ll see how you chalk up to edward cullen.”

yongguk groaned at that, walking out of the room at a normal human pace instead of his vampire speed, which you appreciated

you left after a couple hours, choosing to make fun of the twilight movies with a small black cat who had padded into the room curiously, leaping up onto the bed and curling up into your lap

“i see you’ve met tolbi,” yongguk said in amusement as you played with the cat, twilight: breaking dawn part one completely forgotten

“his name is tolbi?” you asked with a smile, wiggling the hair tie with which you’d been playing with him

“yeah,” yongguk smiled at the scene, “i’ve had him not very long, in human or vampire terms.”

“ah,” you nodded, tearing your eyes away from tolbi to look up at yongguk

while he looked significantly less tired than he had when he’d answered the door, his hair was still incredibly messy, and his shirt was more rumpled than when you’d seen him two hours prior

“sihyun has the car ready, if you’re feeling up to going,” yongguk informed you, “not that i’m trying to get rid of you, by any means, but i thought you might be more comfortable sleeping in your own bed,” he stammered out, making you smile at how thoughtful he was

“thank you,” you said earnestly, following behind him, “and thank you for making my first Blood Partner experience so... so not ew.”

“So not ew,” yongguk repeated with a small smile, “right, i’ll keep that in mind.”

the next morning, you checked your bank account to see if you’d gotten paid, and nearly screamed in shock, firing rapid texts to yongguk to meet you asap at the cafe

“was the payment not sufficient?” yongguk asked tentatively, eyes carefully watching you from across the small coffee table

you carefully flipped to the PAYMENT clause of the contract angrily, and your eyes widened as you caught sight of the four-figure amount, given in dollars, per session

“five thousand dollars for 500 mL?” you hissed, fingers running over the printed numbers

“is that not sufficient? i would be happy to boost the amount, i just wasn’t sure what a normal starting amount was,” yongguk rushed out, forehead wrinkling in worry as he pulled the form towards him

“no, no,” you shook your head, “yongguk-ssi, most people are paid a few hundred per session, not thousands. i can’t accept this kind of money.”

yongguk frowned at that, looking back up at you, “i put down $5,000 because that seemed like the correct price. you’re giving up your blood, (y/n). i should respect the value of what you’re offering to me.”

you felt your cheeks heat at his sincere words, ducking your head to look down at the contract

“besides,” he continued, “i believed you mentioned online about your younger sister?”

you sighed, looking down at the huge amount printed in front of you-- yongguk was right

your younger sister had just gotten into a super expensive private high school, but your mom, who was a single mom, didn’t have enough money for tuition, and even with your shitty part-time job, you still couldn’t make enough, which was why you’d tried out a Blood Partner website in the first place

“i guess,” you sighed, tucking the contract away again, ‘it just feels... a bit weird.”

“like i said,” yongguk said earnestly, in a way that made your spine tingle slightly, “i’m here to care to your every need and wish.”

you and yongguk settled into a routine of sorts-- about once every two weeks, he’d ask if you were available (you always were)

after the quick feed, he’d make sure that you were alright, buying you your favorite juices and snacks

his eyes, which turned a grey-silver after feeding, normally returned back to their warm brown by the time you would leave after each session, something you figured was just one of those weird vampire things

he seemed to be swamped with work, but occasionally he’d join you in watching a movie or two before you headed home with sihyun, who was also very kind

tolbi also grew to love your presence, always occupying your lap when you were in yongguk’s apartment

one time, you showed up exhausted from having only gotten two hours of sleep due to an exam that day, and despite his obvious thirst, yongguk had sent you home sternly, emphasizing how important it was for you to take care of yourself

you found yourself genuinely falling for him, a fact that you dreaded dearly

one night, you were gathering your things to head out, tolbi rubbing his body against your leg and getting hair all over your pants, when yongguk appeared in the doorway, an old-looking ornamental box in his hands

“i’ve been meaning to give this to you for a while,” yongguk said tentatively, holding the box out to you, “as a... as a thank you. for everything you’ve done for me.”

you gently opened the box and gasped at the sight of the beautiful necklace-- a simple silver chain with a lovely pendant, silver details curling around a teardrop of an almost milky gem

“wait, is this silver?” you asked, glancing up at yongguk

“pewter,” he explained, gently taking picking the chain up, “and the gem is moonstone. here.” he carefully fastened the chain around your neck

at that point, you were used to the feeling of his cold fingers brushing against your warm skin

“yongguk, thank you,” you said genuinely, playing with the pendant in your hand

“it looks lovely on you,” he said, eyes travelling down to the pendant and back up to your face

you could have sworn his eyes flickered silver, but when you looked again, it was gone

that night, when you’d gotten home, your roommate snorted when she caught sight of your pendant

“wow, (y/n), i didn’t know you were one for knock-offs,” she’d commented offhandedly, mixing her rice to eat

“what do you mean, knock-offs?” you asked curiously, reaching up to touch the pendant, “yongguk gave it to me.”

“well, he’s a cheapass,” your friend replied, shrugging, “everyone knows that’s the Jin pendant.”

“the jin pendant?” you echoed in confusion

“yeah, you know,” your friend waved her hand, “all the ancient families have their pendants that their sons give their mates? that’s the jin one, i think. right, nayoungie?” your roommate yelled for your other roommate, nayoung, who was majoring in Vampire History

nayoung popped out of the bathroom where she’d been drying your hair and nodded

“Jin Longgup has the pendant currently,” nayoung replied, going over to peer at it, “wow, this is a really good copy, I’m surprised.”

“it looks cheap to me,” your roommate, areum, retorted bluntly

“yeah, well, you major in business,” nayoung shot back, “i think i know a little more about this.”

“here,” you unclasped the necklace, handing it to nayoung, “it’s just some fake necklace, you can examine it and nerd out all you want.”

she held the gem up to the light, frowning

“wow, whoever made this fake really put effort into it,” she commented, “the moonstone is real, and the Jin insignia are incredibly precise. honestly, the amount of labor that went into this fake would make this necklace pretty expensive for being just some knockoff.”

“maybe he stole it,” areum joked, “you don’t know much about what this yongguk guy does, do you?”

you frowned, “yeah, i guess i don’t.”

nayoung patted your arm and handed you back the pendant, “i wouldn’t worry about it. from what you’ve told us, yongguk is a really nice guy and genuinely cares about you.”

“yeah, and (y/n)’s in love with him,” areum snickered as you redid the necklace

“i’m not in love with him,” you said with a blush, reaching over to hit areum, “i just,,, really appreciate his company.”

a few days later, you noticed that yongguk was pretty busy

you texted sihyun, concerned that yongguk hadn’t fed in a while, and he’d replied that yongguk was swamped with work, and hadn’t been taking care of himself

it seemed like everyone was busy-- you had a couple huge projects, both nayoung and areum were studying for exams, there was yongguk, hell, even the TV was informing the world that jin longguo was swamped with tasks for the takeover of Sangui Cor.

you figured that yongguk might have just forgotten to text you and ask, so you took the bus to his apartment

the security guard knew your face by then and let you in, and you hopped onto the elevator easily

however, you paused just inside the hall of the apartment, surprised to hear loud voices-- yongguk and sihyun were yelling at each other in the living room

‘hyung, you can’t keep doing this,” sihyun yelled, “she deserves to know”

“i’m not going to hurt her,” yongguk shouted back, “you know i couldn’t bear to.”

“she loves you, hyung,” sihyun retorted, “don’t make life miserable for yourself-- you need to tell her.”

“tell her what?” yongguk asked, and you could hear him pacing back and forth, “tell her what? hey, (y/n), I’m actually Jin Longguo, and you’re the love of my life?”

the bag of cat food that you’d brought for tolbi slipped out of your grasp, and sihyun appeared, yongguk a few feet behind him

“(y/n),” sihyun said cautiously, “how much of that did you hear?”

“is it true?” you asked, tears pricking in your eyes, “you’re jin longguo?”

yongguk--longguo? just stared back at you helplessly

you couldn’t see due to your emotional state and tears, but longguo was visibly pained by the fact that he’d made you hurt enough to cry

“why didn’t you tell me?” you whispered, knowing his vampire ears would still hear it, “do you not trust me? am I just some blood bag for you to suck on and throw away without any sort of real emotion?”

“(y/n),” longguo said painfully, voice shaking

“forget it,” you replied, shaking your head, “i can’t do this, not right now.”

you stormed back onto the elevator, jabbing at the ‘down’ button as tears began pouring down your face

somehow you managed to flag a taxi home, collapsing in your bed wordlessly, nayoung and areum trailing behind you worriedly

after moping for a day or two and barely dragging yourself to class, you finally dredged up what had happened, explaining yourself to nayoung and areum over instant spicy ramen

“and then he says ‘i’m actually jin longguo, and--” your eyes widened as something hit you

your hand flew up to your throat, grasping the pendant that still dangled from your neck

you hadn’t had the heart to take the necklace off, too pained to bring yourself to do so

“and what?” areum asked around a mouthful of noodles

“wait, nayoung,” you gasped, realization flooding your body as a million epiphanies hit you, “when a vampire’s eyes turn silver after feeding, what does that mean?”

nayoung frowned, “that’s extremely rare. some vampires are blessed with True Mates, and their eyes go silver after--” her voice cut off as she stared at you, down at the pendant, and back at your face. “no. yes?”

“what is happening?” areum complained, clutching her head

“the necklace, the eyes,” you scrambled to shove your feet into shoes, frantically calling for a lyft to take you to longguo’s apartment, “nayoung, explain to areum! i have to go fix this.”

you raced into the apartment building, forgoing the elevator in favor of taking the stairs two at a time, bursting into yongguk’s penthouse and startling tolbi, who yowled at you and raced down the hall into yongguk’s study

you followed tolbi, gasping at what he’d led you to

yongguk was in the chair at his desk, slumped over

you hurried over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder

“yongguk--no, longguo,” you said gently, longguo’s eyes meeting you

they were a dark crimson, almost black, and widened when they met your gaze

“(y/n),” he said shakily, “you’re here, i must be dreaming, but how? i can’t sleep?”

“you’re not dreaming,” you said, tears starting to run down your face, “longguo, what did you do to yourself? how long has it been since you’ve fed?”

“t-three,” longguo began, cold fingers weakly curling around your wrist

“three weeks?” you cried, “longguo, now! you need to take care of yourself.”

“a-are your sure?” longguo asked carefully, still concerned about your well being even this close to passing out from lack of blood

“yes, longguo,” you sighed, holding your wrist out

the familiar scratching sensation began, followed by the wave of pleasure, though not as strong as when longguo bit your neck

once he’d had a bit, the color came back to his cheeks and you stumbled to the kitchen, downing a glass of orange juice and some grapes before returning to longguo’s study

“(y/n),” he said quietly, looking over at you from where he rested against his desk, now standing, “why did you come back?”

“because i realized,” you sighed, walking closer to him, “i realized why you gave me that necklace, why it looked like the Jin pendant, why your eyes turn silver when you feed.”

“you shouldn’t be here,” longguo frowned, not meeting your gaze, “i’ve already hurt you once, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg, (y/n). i can hurt you so much more than that, and it would kill me to do so.”

“you would never intentionally hurt me,” you smiled gently, reaching up to finally smooth down longguo’s unruly hair

he leaned into the touch, letting your warm hands caress the side of his cheek

“i love you, longguo,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes, no longer black

they were regaining their silvery color, and you smiled

he gently intertwined his hand with yours, “i love you too.” as he said that, longgup stumbled forward a bit, and you reached out to straighten him

“woah, do you need to feed again?” you asked in concern, reaching up to tug down your sweater

“no, no,” yongguk shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut briefly before opening them, “i’ll be alright.”

“longguo, please,” you said quietly, meeting his eyes, “don’t do this.”

longguo stared at you for a moment

“may i--”

“yes, just do it,” you huffed impatiently, rolling your eyes

you felt yongguk smile against your bared skin, the usual shiver going down your spine before the scratching on your jugular

you made a noise in the back of your throat-- something that sounded suspiciously like a moan-- as the wave of sensual pleasure washed over you, more intense than usual

yongguk pulled away, swiping his tongue over the puncture wounds before looking down at you breathlessly

“you’re beautiful,” he said earnestly before crashing his teeth against yours, fangs retracted as he gently pushed his tongue against your lips

as you parted your lips, letting your moans be swallowed by him, you felt his cold hands on your thighs, picking you up with incredible strength

you wrapped your legs around his waist, carefully smoothing his hair out of his beautiful silver eyes

in the background, you heard a crash before you were being settled on the cold wood of longguo’s desk, longguo hovering over you, cold hands carefully sneaking up underneath your thin cotton t-shirt

“longgu--holy shit my fucking eyes,” sihyun screamed, banging his head against the door to longguo’s study as he tried to run out, hand over his eyes

“bleach! bleach! where’s the bleach?”

longguo pulled away breathlessly, gently running his fingers through your hair

“i guess i got a little carried away,” he said in embarrassment, cheeks turning pink, “i’ve just been waiting a really, really long time to do that.”

you smiled at how cute he was, leaning up to press another, much more innocent, kiss to his lips

that night, as you cuddled on the couch with tolbi and yongguk (sihyun had left hurriedly), he explained to you that he’d come across your blood from a Blood Bag once and instantly known you were The One, going so far as to track down your name from the program

so when you’d signed up for the Blood Partners website, he’d pulled as many strings as he possibly could to get paired with you, and it had worked

“you’re adorable, you know that?” you asked, looking over at yongguk, who buried his face in the blankets, ears red, “just hours ago you were ravaging my lips like a true edward cullen, and now you’re blushing at the thought of kissing me.”

“please never compare me to edward cullen again,” yongguk squeaked

you laughed, leaning up to kiss him again, “as long as you promise to treat me better than he treated Bella.”

“I’ll treat you like the goddess you are,” yongguk said earnestly, before leaning down to kiss you again, this one reminiscent of the one you’d shared earlier

tolbi hissed (he was probably saying “bleach! bleach! bleach!”)

me: remembers that a trainee has a stage name and a birth one

also me: yES BRING ON THE MISTAKEN IDENTITY/FAKE IDENTITY TROPE HAHAHAHAAHA

tysm to the smols n tols for listening to my screams as i wrote this

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Strip That Down

You first meet Ong Seongwoo at a strip club, not amused by his silk shirt and easy smiles. However, you’re soon exposed to the other sides of his personality, and find yourself genuinely enjoying his company.

for anon who requested stripper!ong

i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane

not much like sexy times bc this turned into a lowkey ‘let’s humanize ppl who work in the sex industry bc they’re too often overlooked/stigmatized’ work

You huffed, staring down intently at the book you had out, doing your best to block out the loud music blaring in the background

“(y/n), you’re so lame,” your best friend complained, hitting on the shoulder

You rolled your eyes, briefly looking up at the stage

Your best friend, who had recently turned 21, dragged you and the rest of your friend group to a male strip club to celebrate her adulthood, much to your chagrin

“whatever,” you muttered, going back to the book you’d been reading for your English class

You’d only really gone along with the plan to appease your friend—you had absolutely no interest in male strippers

There wasn’t anything wrong with strippers themselves, you just weren’t super into the atmosphere personally

“oh my god,” your friend hissed, hitting you again, this time much more violently

“what?” you asked, not bothering to look up from your book

“look up!” your best friend hissed, still hitting you violently

your eyes raised slowly from the text in front of you, meeting the piercing, intense gaze of one of the men dancing on stage

his body was lithe as he moved fluidly, hips grinding to the slow beat that had been playing for the dancers’ set

“oh my god, he’s staring at you,” your friends squealed, hitting you excitedly

you watched as he lifted his shirt, moving his body to the smooth rhythm as he exposed his abs amidst the hordes of screaming girls

however, the entire time, his eyes never left yours

you quirked an eyebrow, turning your attention back to your book

however, you were forced to look up again when cheers erupted once more

the guy was slowly taking off his shirt, still staring at you with a seductive look

shaking your head, you lifted your book and tried to block out the noise

“we’re gonna head to the bathroom, (y/n),” your friend informed you, standing up

you nodded, waving them off and assuring your friends that you’d watch their things

the music was still loud, but the dancers before, including the one that had been staring at you, were no longer onstage, and you turned back to your book

you’d managed to get through a chapter and were starting on the next when you realized that someone was standing in front of you, blocking your source of light

it was the dancer from earlier, and you lifted an eyebrow in confusion

“you know, i’ve never seen someone pay to get into a strip club and proceed to ignore the dancers,” he said with a smirk, meeting your gaze intensely

he was handsome, and you felt your stomach flutter a bit but ignored it, reminding you that being flirtatious was part of his job

his voice was smooth and rough at the same time, almost like velvet

“i’m here for a friend,” you explained, wanting to just get back to your book

“i’d like to offer you a complimentary private show,” he said smoothly, giving you a wink

you just stared back at him, confused

“my boss is getting irritated with you; it looks bad for business,” he said hastily, “but whaddya say to the private show? i know you don’t want to be here, but i’ve heard that i can be very convincing.”

“they’ll go,” your best friend said, shoving you towards the guy

you stumbled a bit and he reached out to straighten you, your stomach fluttering as his hand tightened around your shoulder

you rolled your eyes but let yourself get pulled to one of the back rooms, still skeptical to the whole situation

he showed you where to sit and strutted over to start playing his choice of music

you wrinkled your nose as ‘the way’ by kehlani started playing, not wanting your favorite song to be forever tied to such a strange memory

he began dancing to the music fluidly, and you felt incredibly awkward as he got closer to you, eyes boring intensely into your own

you felt your face blush a bit as he got even closer, averting your eyes as he yanked his shirt off in one fell swoop, unsure of what to do

he was so close that you could see every detail of his skin-- the small scar on his collarbone, the tattoo on his rib, swirling letters that spelled out--

“is that an edgar allen poe tattoo?” you blurted out as he began thrusting his hips, ruining the moment entirely

without thinking, your finger was running over the letters that spelled out ‘nevermore’, appreciating the tattoo

“it is, actually,” the dancer smiled, looking down at it, “the raven was the first poem i truly enjoyed, it’s what got me into poetry, actually.”

“you’re into poetry?” you asked, impressed

“why, surprised that some run-of-the-mill stripper like me can appreciate the finer arts?” the dancer asked with a slight sneer

“that’s not what I meant,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at how defensive he’d gotten, “i just haven’t met many people my age who are into poe. he’s kinda dark”

as the dancer-- seongwoo, as he introduced himself-- tugged his shirt back on, the ‘private show’ completely forgotten, he told you about how he was majoring in business at the local university that you attended as well

“i’m a literature major,” you explained, “why aren’t you majoring in lit, if you love poetry so much?”

“parents didn’t approve,” seongwoo sighed, running a hand through his perfectly gelled inky black hair

the two of you sat there for a while, talking about what books you’d read recently and giving each other suggestions

“ong, finish up! it’s been over an hour!” someone yelled, pounding on the door to the room that you and seongwoo were sitting in

seongwoo looked startled and checked his phone, eyes widening when he realized how long he’d been talking with you

“i should probably get back on the job,” seongwoo said ruefully, getting to his feet, “but hey, it was nice talking to you.”

“seongwoo,” you said tentatively before he stepped out into the loud club, “the coffee shop that I work at has open mic nights. every tuesday at seven. you should go sometime.”

seongwoo looked at you thoughtfully, a small smile dancing on his lips

“i’ll think about it,” he replied

“you should do it,” you insisted, “i can be very convincing.”

seongwoo chuckled at the way that you used his own words against him, giving you a quick wink before striding off down the hall, confidence and facade back on again.

you smiled at that, pleasantly surprised at what an interesting person seongwoo was

however, you were still surprised to hear that velvety voice as you wiped down a counter at the coffee shop the next tuesday

“i guess you are pretty convincing.”

“seongwoo, you came!” you smiled over at him widely, tucking the rag into your pocket

“you fit the vibe of this place pretty well,” he commented, eyes scanning over the warm browns and tan of the coffee shop decor before running up and down your sweater and boots combo

“well, you fit the vibe of the club pretty well,” you shot back with a grin, feeling more flirty now that you were in your element, “Mr. Chic.”

seongwoo just grinned at that, ruffling his hair

you took the chance to take in his appearance, appreciating how good he looked in a sweatshirt and jeans, dark hair falling into his eyes

it was a nice contrast from the silk shirt, leather pants and pushed back hair you’d first seen him in, but you didn’t know which look you liked more

“you can find a seat, i can make you a drink if you’d like,” you informed him, “the open mic will start in about ten minutes.”

“i’ll take an iced americano,” seongwoo replied, sending you a quick smile

you nodded, hurrying behind the bar to get his shot started

seongwo ended up going closer to the end of the night, sharing a short but extremely well-written poem

it was very intriguing, and spoke of conflicted emotions and the struggle between loyalty to others and oneself

you were reminded of what he’d told you a few nights ago, about his parents not approving of him majoring in literature

“you’re a really good writer,” you informed seongwoo as you closed up the cafe for the night

seongwoo had insisted on sticking around, sipping the dregs of his iced espresso

he blushed at the compliment, his ears turning red

“really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow

from the few interactions you’d had with him, you’d definitely got the feeling that he was a confident man, so you were surprised to see him seem so vulnerable

“yes, really,” you laughed, shaking your head, “the girls were swooning over you-- you really have a way with words.”

“well, you know what else makes the girls swoon?” he asked with a grin, before turning away quickly

when he turned back, you burst out laughing at the sight of his ears folded in, a huge shit-eating grin on his face

“which side do you want me to unfold first?” he asked playfully

“are you serious?” you asked between wheezes, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at the image in front of you

“yes, i’m serious,” he said with a grin, “which side?”

“left, I guess.”

you laughed even harder as he unfolded the left ear, making a clicking sound effect to go along with it before doing the same with the right

“you’re truly unique, seongwoo,” you said as you turned off the lights in the cafe, still chuckling a bit

when the two of you got to your bus stop, seongwoo stopped, looking at you seriously

“(y/n),” he said, looking down at you, “thank you for tonight.”

you looked up at him, surprised at his serious tone, “it’s nothing! you clearly really enjoy poetry, i just informed you of an outlet.”

“still,” he insisted, “most of my own friends find it hard to believe that the jokester who doesn’t take school seriously would be interested in poetry, let alone some random person whose first impression of me was me grinding on thin air at a strip club. thank you for not judging me.”

“hey,” you frowned, bumping his shoulder, “just because you’re a stripper doesn’t mean you’re not a person. it’s a way to get money, and if you’re comfortable with it, then it’s not my place to judge.”

seongwoo looked down at you thoughtfully, a small smile crossing his lips

“still. thank you.”

you then realized how close the two of you were, your eyes going down to his pink lips and then back to his warm brown eyes, his ears a bit pink

“(y/n),” he said tentatively, before sucking in a breath of air and exhaling it with a hiss, “ah, never mind.”

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “jesus christ, seongwoo, you’re not slick. just ask me on a date already.”

he looked down at you with eyes wide, cheeks bright pink

“well, will you go on a date with me?”

“yes, idiot,” you said with a smile, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips

later that night, over text, seongwoo revealed why he’d been so apprehensive to ask you out

i’ve never met someone so unapologetically themselves

and you were the first person to not judge me for what i do

i didn’t want to lose that just because i had feelings for you

and each and every day of your relationship, you did your best to remind seongwoo that he was an incredibly amazing person, because no matter how intense his ‘confident guy’ mask was, you knew that inside, he was a worried, slightly anxious guy like everyone else around you

moral of this story: even if a person appears to be super confident, they are probably still very insecure on the inside

seongwoo has actually talked about this before (idk what exact source) but yeah i think it’s just important to keep in mind

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