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The Gallery | Minghao AU

300 words | suggestive smut, artist!minghao 

A/n: wrote this in 10 minutes when i had feelings for hao </3

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It’s quiet in the gallery. 

The usual buzzing of excitement and exclamations of epiphanies and wonder for the genius pieces of artwork decorating the white walls are nowhere to be heard today. Then again, the gallery isn’t opened yet, and you’re pressed against said wall by the genius artist himself.

It’s so quiet that you can hear his breath overlapping with the heartbeats in your ears, quickening your pace. Minghao leans so close with all this space around that you’re sure he has to be doing this on purpose, and your adrenaline picks up rapidly when his chuckles ghost your lips. 

You can run. His hands are in his pockets, and all this open space provides you enough room to escape.

But you’re left standing underneath his gaze like you’re entranced, and when his fingers drum on the skin on your neck, you shiver visibly.

“Nervous?” He drawls, and if you dare to look up, you’ll catch his sweet smile, poison-like honey dripping from his eyes.

He loops a finger into your silver choker, playing with the material, before pulling on the string.

You let out a small sound, a whimper too small to hear if he isn’t already inches from your lips.

He leans down in his low v-neck cardigan, the dip of his neck and his chest go into full view, and presses his mouth against your ears.

“I would fuck you right here,” he groans, your eyelashes fluttering shut, “but there are cameras. Unless you’d like that?”

His hand makes its way to loop around your waist and you fight the urge to lean your cheek on his shoulder. You shake your head.

“Thought so.” 

He laces your hands together and pulls you away into the back room, promising to be gentle.

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Night View | Changkyun AU

When fear of the unknown, of love and desire, pulls him towards you.

300+ | drabble, Changkyun x female reader

Author’s note: small drabble bc Night View really had me missing him so much :( i wanted to make this longer but,,, it is what it is. enjoy!

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Changkyun sits on the shore just close enough so he can feel the night breeze. The sand blankets his feet as you dance around in your shawl, jumping and bouncing with no regards to the waves threatening to damp your clothes and pull you under. The little bit of light by the slowly dimming bonfire he’s made casts pretty shadows on your features, and Changkyun thinks this is what it must feel like to be at peace.

“Join me,” you said after a while, kneeling down in front of him and pulling on his arm. “The water is just a little cold.”

He grazes a finger to your cheek and speaks in a low voice, spotting hazy stars and twinkling of lights all around you. “Are you going to warm me up?”

You chuckle, pulling harder on his arm until he rises from the blanket you’ve laid on the sand. Changkyun follows you to the ocean until water laps against his knees. The world of the unknown is before him in its vast and eerie ascendancy, and the small bonfire sits helpless against the darkness of the sea. 

Yet you walk, and walk, and walk. He half expects the darkness to just swallow you up and pull you from the safety of his arms, or that you’ll disappear the moment he becomes careless and loses sight of you. And even though your hands are firmly laced together, your eyes and attention are his to hold, the many memories of loss tell him to be careful otherwise. 

The water is indeed just a little cold, and every part of him shivers except the hand that holds yours as he lets you drag him further and further into the ocean where your desire lies, all the while making sure to never stray too far from you along the way.

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“I got mugged.” | Hoshi AU

Hoshi is your lab partner who’s always late, but he has a legit reason (with proofs) this time.

500+ | fluff, mentions of blood and wound

Author’s note: a fluff because that photoshoot gose made me feel things.

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You never understood the point of having a lab partner in grad school. Don't all that collaboration activities to build teamwork end after you finish your bachelor’s? The point is to keep you both accountable for the assignment, and given that you’re both here, second year in grad school, you should be able to hold yourself accountable.

Except it’s never a peaceful day with Soonyoung as your lab partner. Last week, his cat ran away. The week before that, his tire flats out on the way to class. This week, you’re left waiting outside of the laboratory for a partner that never makes it on time. Again.

But when Soonyoung shows up half an hour later with stains of dirt and blood on his clothes, you forget about the lecture you had prepared to shower at him. 

“What the heck happened?!” 

Soonyoung stops at the sound of your voice and faces you with a goofy grin. “Sorry I’m late again.”

“Never mind that! What happened to you?”

Soonyoung stands still as you fuss over the cut on his lips, gently turning his head with your hands to inspect his wound. He’s got a bruise underneath his eyes, on his left brow, and another cut on his right jawline moving up his ear. He winces when you turn too much and the cut spills a bit of blood onto his collar.

You don’t hesitate to pull him to the infirmary, calling the TA to reschedule your lab session. 

“I’m really fine,” Soonyoung mumbles as you press gauze on his wound, trying his best not to flinch at the pressure and the pain. “Sorry, I’m always late. Now we have to reschedule.”

You pause, looking up at him with an unreadable expression. You search his eyes for any sign of jest and find instead sincerity from a boy who keeps apologizing to you.

“No lab project is worth overlooking your injuries for.”

“Right,” he mumbles, bashful at the sudden softness in your voice. 

“What happened, Soonyoung?” you ask for the third time that day, determined to hear his story seriously this time.

“I got mugged.”

“You what?!”

“Yeah, I was getting you coffee to make up for the other times, but someone snatched my wallet so I chased him for ten minutes. Then when I finally got it back, I tripped over a railing and fell onto the pavement.”

You’re speechless. The boy in front of you sits so close you can smell the stupidity radiating off him, but you also see the responsible side of him, the one that sprints to class instead of the hospital just so you’re not left outside the laboratory waiting for hours. Maybe you were too quick to judge. Maybe his tire really was flat; maybe he really did lose his cat. Either way, you think you’re ready to forgive him now. 

“You can still make it up to me, Soonyoung. Are you free tonight?”

Soonyoung pauses, eyes wavering at the sight of you. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out, his hands trembling a little at what he knows might come out of your mouth, what he wants but never had the nerve to ask.

“Buy me dinner.”

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Wounds | Woozi AU

Your tattoo artist seems to enjoy seeing your tears. 

1.3k | suggestive sfw, tattooist jihoon x reader

tw// mentions of blood, mentions of needles

Author’s note: it’s always the jihoon aus that goes over 1k,,, im whipped. 

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“Are you sure about this? Don’t chicken out and cry to me later.”

Mingyu whines as he sways your hand back and forth at the counter, not daring to make eye contact with the man in front. Minghao had offered to accompany you to the tattoo parlor, but you’d decided it’s better to take someone who’s as scared as you for your first tattoo, and Mingyu was the best choice. At least he’ll do the whining and crying for you.

Your tattooist watches you both from the side, disinfecting his tools and waiting for his customer to give him their cue. He used to not enjoy the pain, or the sight of it. Even seeing the little pricks of a needle is enough to make him flinch, physically, and shudder his eyes closed. He thinks there’s something so masochistic about an intentional wound, but he’s sure that’s not why most people get them. Piercing or tattooing, he couldn’t commit to either options despite the constant teasing from Joshua and Chan with the wounds they inflict on themselves. 

Wounds. That’s what he used to call them.

He sees a bit of himself in both of you, maybe even more so now than back then. The way you calmly sit down as instructed, curious eyes roaming the cold back room where he does his work. The way Mingyu fidgets with the hem of his shirt and slouches in fear something would jump out and scare him. Some time within that interval of waiting, Mingyu has decided he couldn’t watch you getting stabbed and settled in the little chair outside, occasionally peeking from the curtains to check if you’re still alive. 

“Seems like your friend isn’t getting one today.”

“No,” you laugh as he takes your arm in his hand. “He’s not good with needles.”

Your tattooist massages the spot you wanted on your forearm, slowly and gently, sending chills all over your body. He grips your upper arm and pulls you closer to inspect the spot as you catch a glimpse of his name tag--Jihoon.

“Are you scared?”

“N-no. Should I be?” 

You don’t know what to expect from your tattooist, but certainly not the way he’s circling the spot on your arm with such tenderness. Maybe it’s the sudden rise in temperature of the room, or because he’s sitting closer to you now that it’s gotten hotter. You know he won’t hurt you, he seems too gentle for that, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes the blood rush right up to your ears.

And just like that, Jihoon chuckles and lets go of your arm. “Hold on to my arms if it’s painful.”

You thought you’d be more scared, seeing the needle and all, but his voice is a strange and soothing melody that draws you in, and you don’t notice he’s already started until you feel the sharp pain. Strange, you wonder why, despite his line of work, Jihoon doesn’t have any visible tattoo or piercing while Seungcheol, the man in the front, is almost fully inked on both arms.

Jihoon does his best to be swift and precise. He’s done this for years, yet it always leaves a sour taste in his mouth every time he starts the process. Only at the start, though, because the moment he sees the blood, his hand glides through mechanically, robotically. He’s gotten so used to this that the needle or the scent of blood doesn’t faze him anymore.

The scent of you and the mark you’re leaving on his arms do faze him, though, as you dig your fingernails into them. You’re not screaming or crying like most first-timers, but he can see you’re trying your best to contain the sound escaping your throat. You take slow, deep breaths as the sweat pools on your forehead and temple, and Jihoon becomes nervous not for you but for himself.

Half way through the process, Jihoon sees the tears welling up in your eyes and the delicate movement of your throat as you gulp down the shakiness and fear you’ve been trying to contain, keeping them safe inside so others won’t see.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Jihoon gives you a reassuring smile, peering at you through dark locks of hair. “Crying is expected.”

You tilt your head a little to the side and finally let your emotions out at his words. “You must h-have dealt with this a lot.” 

Jihoon wants to say yes, of course he has, but the moment he sees the tear running down your cheek, he stops the needle, entranced at the sight of you trembling slightly underneath his touch. Something inside him snaps so loudly he’s sure you can definitely hear it. 

“U-um,” you sniffs, your voice almost a whimper as you ask him to continue. “I’m fine now, you don’t need to stop.”

Just like that, Jihoon snaps back to his work, and the last half goes by quickly. He barely looks at you as he works on your tattoo, and you’re left feeling a little bit lightheaded after having a good cry. Mingyu peeks in occasionally to make sure you’re alright, giving you thumbs up and covering his face when the needles get in his line of sight. By the end of it, when you’re almost used to the pain, Jihoon wraps up your new wound with gentleness you wouldn't expect from a tattoo artist, his pretty fingers gliding over your skin with such docility.

“Jihoon doesn't offer his arm to just anyone, you know?” Seungcheol hands you the receipt from across the table along with a box of tissue for your sweat and tears. Mingyu looks horrified at your forearm, and even more so when Seungcheol winks at him. 

“Leave the kid alone, Cheol.” The store owner, Jeonghan, chimes in as he slaps Seungcheol’s arm. “But he’s right, that’s some mark you left on him in there.”

Before you can apologize, Jihoon walks out and throws a towel at Jeonghan while making his way towards you. His face is a bit flushed and you chalk it up to the temperature of the room again. He reads you the instruction for aftercare and you watch as he fiddles with the aftercare kit, trying your best to listen to his mumbles as you envision yourself back at the small room again, his fingers rubbing circles on your skin. 

“Are you listening to me?”

You’re pretty sure either the pain or the way Jihoon looks with his hair now pushed back is making you a little woozy in the head. “Yes. Of course. Rub it when it hurts.”

Jeonghan snorts at the same time Jihoon sighs. “Don’t touch it even if it hurts.” 

“Oh, right.”

“Do you need Jihoon to come and take care of you?” Seungcheol suggests, ducking behind the table just before the aftercare kit flies out of Jihoon’s hand and hits the cabinet behind Seungcheol’s head.

“Cheol, stop teasing him and get back to work.” 

Seungcheol pouts and glares at Jeonghan. “Boss, you’re always on his side!” 

“Anyway,” Jihoon dismisses, turning away from the potential argument Seungcheol is bound to have with his boss. Just a typical day at the shop. “Come back if you need more antiseptic. You can call the number on the back if anything comes up.” 

You turn over the card in his hand and point at the number scribbled hastily next to the shop’s official line. Must be what Jihoon was writing after cleaning up his tools. 

“C-can I call you just to talk?”

Mingyu gasps from beside you, covering his mouth with both hands as he looks excitedly from you to Jihoon to Seungcheol and Jeonghan at the back. The room has gone terribly still, and you regret not asking him out earlier in the back with just the two of you.

“You can call me tonight.” 

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Aww thank you !! 🥺✨

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Haunted House | Wonwoo AU

Your little plan to get Chan screaming on tape backfired, and Wonwoo gets you to himself.

600+ | fluff, Wonwoo x gender-neutral reader

cw// mentions of ghosts, cursing |  tw// mention of blood

Author’s note: blame Wonwoo’s fit in Don’t Lie II for the amount of compensational fluff in this orz

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Wonwoo walks beside you holding a flashlight, his round glasses sit low on his nose as he curiously looks about. You mentally kick yourself with the thought of having to make it to the end of the haunted mansion. It was something you did on a wimp, asking Chan and Wonwoo to explore the new carnival in town. You had wanted to scare Chan a little--you even brought a camcorder--but he had dipped with some lousy excuse about homework that it was just you and Wonwoo. 

Even worse, Wonwoo showed up in slacks and gelled hair and little round glasses sitting on his nose. If anything is giving you a heart attack, it’s not just going to be the ghosts in the haunted mansion.

“Are you alright?” He asks, seeing you so quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lie.

“We still have a bit more to go, do you want to hold on to the flashlight?”

You hesitate. You’re scared shitless, but doing that would be a blatant admission that you’re scared, and Chan is never going to let you live it down once he hears about it. Plus, you’re not sure if you’re brave enough to hold it steady till the end.

“N-no,” you tremble a little bit. It’s strangely cold in here and you’ve only showed up in t-shirt and jeans. “Um, can I actually hold on to your arm as we go?”

You can hear Wonwoo chuckle at your request, but he doesn’t say anything and holds out his arm. Those many trips with Soonyoung at the gym has definitely done something because the arm you hold is firm and reliable, and you feel kinda funny, almost comfortable in the face of imminent danger ahead of you (the ghosts). The rest of the way is stocked full of scary music and noises and hisses of the winds that make you want to curl into a ball and cry. You jump at the slightest of sound. The staff here must think you’re a total wuss, clinging onto Wonwoo and shutting your eyes every few seconds. 

Wonwoo must think you’re a wuss.

“Can I say something?” Wonwoo suggests, hoping to distract you a bit from your trance. His low voice is a contrast to the howls of the darkness.

“Hmm?” your voice is barely there, feeling something touching your ankle. You step closer to Wonwoo, almost burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

“I told Chan not to come today.”

“W-what?”

“It’s summer, he doesn’t have homework.”

You hiss as a bloody hand come to grab you from the side. What is he talking about when you’re this close to crying? 

“But w-why? It would be less scary with three people--ahhh!”

Darn it! You turn so fast Wonwoo had a hard time following, and you both crash onto the wall behind. You’re basically pressed against him and he instinctively moves to hold you in case your legs give out. You’re shaking a lot more than he thought, and Wonwoo can’t help but worry. But before he can ask again, you look up. He can see tears streaming down your face from the bit of light he has. In just a few seconds, you grab a hold of his arm and the both of you sprint out of the haunted mansion. 

Wonwoo is baffled at your grip, but he follows you regardless, lacing his fingers to yours as he lets you drag him out while screaming at the slightest of movement. 

“Hey, are you okay?” his hands hold steady on your shoulders as the staff look at you in worries. His voice is low, gentle, and he brings your chin up to face him, searching for any sign of fear from your eyes. 

But he ceases all the questioning when you speak, barely regaining your composure and still clinging onto the material of his shirt.

“Next time just ask me out, idiot.”

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Picture Perfect | Junhui AU

Your little obsession for the perfect subject turns awry.

600+ | fluff, suspense, Junhui x gender-neutral reader

tw// obsession, allude to stalker behaviors, mentions of threats

Author’s note: Light a Flame inspired fic pt 2! I just left it where I wanted it to end, but feel free to request if anyone wants a part 2 :)

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“Have you ever wondered if your perfect subject even exists?”

As a film major, you have a tendency to be a little obsessed with finding the perfect subject, a topic you’re commonly teased about among your friends. Last year, you thought you had found someone but they ended up moving away. The year before that was a beautiful siamese owned by your neighbor, too bad she passed on before you can ask for permission to capture her existence in your little world.

“No,” you reply calmly. “They exist.”

Your friends aren’t surprised to say the least. They ask you this once in a blue moon to see if you would ever change your mind, and you honestly wish they would stop after giving the same answer over and over.

Because you’ve already found him.

Wen Junhui, a strange man who works at a metal craft workshop for those rich people in the rich neighborhood. Someone who’s always so polished; jet black hair combed back, a kind smile greeting his customers as they come and go. He looks like someone who can never do wrong despite all the odd little things he’s done inside his shop by the large windows as you stare. Capture. Document his days with the finest of details. But you don’t question it, all you see is him.

He’s pretty. Angular face and jaws, taller than most people you know, and walks with a stride resembling that of a panther. Much too pretty and stealthy to reside in a neighborhood where nothing ever happens. But he’s different on Sundays. On Sundays, he puts on a black cap and leaves his home with a large bag just like you, and he walks and walks around the city, disappearing and reappearing to places you can’t trace. It’s this side of him that attracts you. This rough, mysterious side that stands as a stalk contrast to the friendly, almost unrealistic man you see during the week.

On such a day is when he found you, scuffling around the block where you usually stay, a coffee on the table to diffuse any suspicion that may befall you. You admit you’re not doing a very good job at staying incognito, but with so many people, who would pay attention to someone in jeans and t-shirt with a backpack? You look like any college student on the weekend, caffeinated with a long list of deadlines.

You watch as he disappears yet again into the sea of people across the street as you take your usual break. You know that in just an hour later, he’ll reappear at the same spot and return home like he does every Sunday.

Except he appears next to you ten minutes later and drags you by the wrist, slamming you against the calloused graffiti wall behind the shop.

“Who hired you?”

His voice scratches the back of your ear and you can’t help but feel… you don’t know what you feel. Not fear, but a rush of something else more depraved. A craving, perhaps. Hunger. The sound of a delicate lock clicking open in your mind.

He’s asking the right question. You’re outside his shop, his workplace, his house. You’re everywhere, asking questions about him, of course anyone would be suspicious of an unidentified entity basically stalking them. But is it to this extent? Does he feel this threatened by you to the point of nearly cutting off your airway?

All the excuses you packed at the back of your brain in case you’d be caught refuse to surface as he twists your arms tighter behind your back.

“Who hired you? Answer in three or I’ll slice your throat.”

Would this be the right time to say you have a crush on him?

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Shuffle | Hoshi AU

Kwon Soonyoung is only as skilled a swindler as his observers, and frankly, they’re all fooled. Everyone except you.

700+ | fluff, suggestive sfw, swindler soonyoung x gender neutral reader

Author’s note: Light A Flame (마음에 불을 지펴) inspired part 1. Hoshi strike me as someone who can be a great swindler ;) 

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“Fold.”

The man on the left spits in his mouth, jaw moving bitterly as he throws the remaining cards on the table. He glares at his opponent before walking out with coat in hand, cursing under his breath and making up excuses about how only lowlifes get lucky at this time of night. 

But unfazed by the jabs, the winner smiles, eyes twinkling into crescents as he gathers his coat and winning chips before making an exit from the VIP lounge. You’ve seen him before. There’s a familiar boyish charm to him, a mischievous demeanor exuding as he skips a little in his steps, giddy with his win but still poise enough to mask his emotions, and you can’t help but watch him as he carries himself with a mix of elegance and fortitude, taking long, steady strides out of sight.

You follow the winning man, Kwon Soonyoung as you come to know him that night, biding your time as you wait for him to exit the main lobby into a narrow corridor. He’s already undone his tie by then, exposing skin as he undoes a few top buttons while pushing back his striking blond hair with a hasty hand. He seems to be in a hurry as he quickens his pace, wide shoulders stay firm and still as he quickly walks and takes a sharp turn as you nearly had to run to catch up. 

“Can I help you?”

The man appears suddenly at the turn, cornering you as he leans against the wall. His shirt is opened just enough for you to see the muscle underneath, and he’s close, a little bit too close for comfort, but you don’t let it get to you as you take a steady step closer. Smiling calmly and unfazed, your gaze slowly traverses the top of his body, looking back at him every second before settling them on his open collar. 

Something about you makes the hair on his skin stand up, but not out of fear, and he feels the blood rushing to his ears and cheeks. Unconsciously, his hand starts to button the exposed area but not before you stop him.

“Mr. Kwon,” you draw, a hand cuffing his wrist as you remove his hand from his shirt button. “Just a moment, please.”

You pause, noticing his frozen feature, and your mind runs wild with the idea of making him squirm a little in your hand. You scoffs softly, but not unfriendly, as you reach further into his collar, cold fingers making him shudder as you feel the toned muscle, and Soonyoung wonders mindlessly if you can feel his deafening heartbeat underneath your touch. In just seconds, you find the paper material as your fingers reach under the shirt and feel the band of his suspender as you pull out the hidden card.

“Very clever,” you said, turning over the missing card--the card you had seen him shuffle out during the game with such skills and precision--in your hand.

“How did you—“ 

You hand him the card, patting the invisible dust off his chest as you lean in close, whispering. “You’re good, but not fast enough.”

If Soonyoung’s eyes can get any wider, they would have as they watch you unveil the trick to his earlier win. The millions of dollars vibrate within the many poker chips he’s holding, and for the first time since his first games, years prior, he feels anxious and excited as he watches you. 

“You’ve caught me.” He laughs, a slight nervousness and bashfulness in his tone. Strangely, he doesn’t feel threatened at all. If anything, he feels a newfound admiration for you who managed to uncover his tricks when even his closest friends could not. A swindler is never as amazing as someone who discovers their trick, and he’d be a fool to let you go after you have essentially defeated him, and it definitely doesn’t help his case that you’re quite beautiful. 

Soonyoung figures if he doesn’t ask you now, he won’t be able to meet someone else as brilliant. “Do you perhaps have time tonight?”

You can see the wirings in his brain dashing many miles a seconds, and you see it in the way he grins, a broadening and exhilarating grin that sends chills up your arms. You have no intention to take his win, or his money, you just had a terrible habit of spying and extremely keen eyes for talented individuals. But before you can express your reverence, his next words surprise you all the more. 

“Have dinner with me.” 

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Creatures of the Night | Woozi AU

Nothing intrigues you more than the silk-lined casket and its seductive inhabitant in an abandoned castle.

900+ | suspense, suggestive sfw, vampire jihoon x gender neutral reader

Author’s note: spooky season part 1~ vamphoon owo

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You don’t know where it began.

The last thing you remembered was a casket in the farthest room of the castle. An iron casket so worn, partially draped with an old silk curtain, that you see the visible dust on top of it. Your colleagues have gone out to inspect the original site of the incident, but you have found yourself more drawn to the old castle. The expedition wasn’t supposed to take this long, just a weekend trip, but your colleagues had uncovered a ruin in one of the caves nearby and wanted to check it out before the sun goes down in just a few minutes, so you were left alone of your own accord.

You love the feelings of worn-out woods and the structures of gothic castles and interior. The arches of the doorway, the tall and sharp buttresses surrounding the structure, the way a familiar and comforting scent of homeliness calls out to you. It was like a whisper that draws you further into the castle, into the farthest room of the abandoned ward.

You didn’t even know there was such a room. It wasn’t in any of the blueprint you had seen--you’d never forget it if there was indeed such a hidden room. The casket calls out to you in waves of soft wind and setting sun. There was nothing beside it. Just a casket in the middle of the room draped by the finest of red silk. 

You don’t know where it began.

Suddenly, you’re lying flat inside the casket, and your eyes seem to have lost its function. It was way too dark to make out anything, and as you slowly returned to your senses, the cracking sound of firewoods echoed in the distance. 

You sit up, fumbling around for your watch and your notes to find that the moon has risen. The strange sense of belonging fills you again. Movement distracts you from the corner of your eyes, and you look up to see a man. 

“You’re awake.”

His voice draws out like a whisper inside your mind, and you’re not sure if you’ve even seen his lips move. He was dressed in a deep-cut white cotton shirt and black trousers, the zig-zag lacing details in the front of his shirt displayed prominent muscles that put all the men you’ve met to shame. He walks towards you, kneeling beside the casket until his face was only inches from yours. 

His hair is jet black, slicked back with a hand and blended into the darkness of the room, and his eyes a deep glistening red in the moonlight. His skin is clear, pale, and almost translucence as the purple veins line the bit of skin along his chin. He’s beautiful, a timeless handsomeness that doesn’t seem to belong in this world. You don’t know who this man is--you’ve never seen him before in your life, but something about the upturn of his lips, the shape of his face, and even the mole underneath his left eye is familiar. They evoke a certain feeling in you, something so sweet, tangy, and painful that you’re sure this is what yearning feels like. 

“Who are you?” you ask, neck tilting slightly to study the man, yours eyes still not seeing as clear as you’d like. 

He smiles, sharp canines catching your eyes, as he moves closer, taking in your scent. So close that his eyelash flutters on your temple.

“You know who I am.” 

His breath tickles your ear as he begins carding your hair, moving the locks away from your neck. You’re simply entranced, your mind is as foggy as the clouds that hide the moon. Your thoughts hazy, your eyes threatening to close as you let the man approach you. You don’t feel a little of danger as he cups your face and leaves cold, sweet kisses on your skin. 

There’s no voice in your head that screams about the danger you’ll face. You know this man. You know him from a distant memory too far back to recover. You know it in your heart, in your soul, that he can never harm you.

You know that you’ve awoken him from his slumber today, as you did many years ago.

“I do know you,” you reply, giving in to the familiarity of his hand as he plants yet another kiss on your collarbone. It sends fire up your skin though his lips are cold as ice. 

“I’ve missed you, so dearly.” 

The man undoes the first few buttons of your blouse and presses a kiss on the spot beneath your ear. There is utmost tenderness and affection in his actions, and his breathing draws out long and even as if he’s used to this in the same way your body relaxes in his arms as if you’re used to this. 

He is parched, very much so for being locked in this castle for so long. You should have come the very first day you feel the castle call your name. You feel his tongue lapping on your neck, the sound of his breathing grows quicker, and you know what’s coming. It’s a sensation you remember in the dreams that haunted you since childhood. A certain craving, a desire to give what is yours and take what is his. His name comes to mind as he continues to wet the soft spot on your neck, your head tilting willingly to the side as you feel his hunger. 

“I’ve missed you, too.” 

You belong to him, and he belongs to you. You know you’ll have your share when he’s done and you can hardly wait for it. You call out his name the moment he sinks his fangs into your body as the memories flood into your mind. He is your lover. 

“Jihoon.”

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[virryth]

ur dr jun makes me so soft 🥺 is there anyway we can see more 🥺🥺

Aww thank you 🥰 and sure I can whip up something as an extension of that au

#ask

[virryth]

you have so many good junhui fics ;;

thank you 🥴🥴 there’s no request so im just... self-indulging lol

#ask #ask v

[virryth]

Magician of the Empire | Jeonghan AU

The infamous grand magician has a soft spot for the queen’s knight.

1k+ | fluff, Magician Jeonghan x Knight female reader

tw// mentions of death

Author’s note: happy 25th birthday yoon jjongjjong ❤️

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You’re never one for parties. 

The empire has won the war, at long last, and if the celebration had not been required, you would have forgo tonight for another training session with your knights.

But instead, your hair is pulled back into a half bun, soft waves falling on your shoulders as simple jewelry adorn your collarbones. Your dress feels stuffy and the corset hugs your waist a little too snug. But it’s the trend! Your fellow knight had said as she tightened the lace on the torture device, the grand magician will be pleased!

Except you are not here to please any man. The queen, a dear benefactor you adored and admired, had extended her invitation, and only for her will you be on your best behavior at the gala tonight. 

Truly, you would rather go back to the armored uniform of your ranks. This is really… not you. You make a mental note to utilize this painful corset method the next time any of your troops fall out of line.

“There you are, my lady.” 

You turn to the beaming face of the man you were hoping to avoid. Yoon Jeonghan. 

The grand magician gleams at you, piercing fiery eyes flutter beneath his silver locks of hair. He was adorn in a white robe with gold trims to match his eyes, and he looks as stunning as usual, though you’d never dare say it out-loud--the vocabulary he’s used to hearing from you is frivolous at best. He approaches you with a smile beautiful enough to capture the entirety of the empire and all of its inhabitants.

“I’ve been looking for you, my dear.”

“Do not jest me, magician.” You turn your back on the man and step towards the garden, “I have neither the time nor patient to entertain you today.”

You half expected him to follow, but you didn't hear footsteps until you were far away from the main ballroom. And suddenly, you’re floating, feet dangling in the air as your body glides across the daisy field, straight on to the bench in the middle of the extensive terrain. 

The magician loves playing trick on you despite how regal he may seem. He loves pulling pranks, cheating his way out of his duty, and popping in and out of the palace as he pleases that not even the king can put a stop to his mischievous behaviors. At first, it irritated you to no end how irresponsible and carefree he seems, running around in the queen’s garden with his little subordinates as if he owns the place. What kind of frivolous man dares to visit the queen quarter without permission?

Eventually, you’ve learned to just let it go per the queen’s request. 

“He doesn’t mean any harm, my dear.” She had said on one of those days where you could no longer hide your annoyance. “The grand magician is like a son to me. As someone who often has to deal with the darker side of humanity, sometimes he just wants to be a child.”

And a child he portrays. He had accompanied you to the war and had lived through many months of hardship with you. The blood of the enemy splattered on his face is far more than the amount on your hand as a knight. The cruelty of war has given you a new perspective on the grand magician, and you now know his true self is much deeper than the surface he paints.

“Please stay,” he whispers before you manage to stand, “just five minutes.”

“Two.” 

“Four.”

“Two minutes.”

“Fine,” the magician concedes, “three minutes is all I’ll ask.”

“Fine.”

He leans against your shoulder in earnest and takes your hand in his, imbuing magic into your soul, and you watch as the blue and gold sparks glow like fireflies dancing up your arms. You’ve gotten used to this feeling, the aching warm that soothes your injuries as magic flows into your heart, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 

“You should let me heal you more often, what will you do the moment I am away for more than a week?”

“I won’t die.”

His gentle laughter sends vibrations all over your arm as he joyously intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“My dear,” his voice is soft like the lullaby you dream of when you were younger, but the urgency and sincerity in his tone makes you tremble slightly. “Please never say that you will leave this world, even as a joke.” 

You owe your life to the magician who put the fragmented pieces of your soul together on the battlefield, and you’re grateful to him. But sometimes you don’t know if the feelings you have are just out of gratitude or genuine affections for him. You won’t die if he’s not with you, truth be told, there are plenty of capable magicians in the continent, yet he’s the only person you have ever allowed help. The magic sustains your life, but also depletes his, and one day this burden will be too much for you to shoulder. 

“If I die one day,” he starts.

“You will not.”

“Well, all humans die, don’t they? Someday you and I, too, will perish from this world.”

You don’t want to imagine a world without Yoon Jeonghan. Your routines would simply be overturned. No one to annoy you at breakfast, nor before the sun sets over the mountain as you gaze out your window. No one to pick you up despite your protest whenever you’re needed in the magic tower. A life without Yoon Jeonghan would simply be… boring, not that you hold any sort of romantic affections for him. And not that he easily lowers your guard just by staying next to you.

“When I die,” he starts again, squeezing your hands to stop you from cutting him off once more, “will you be by my side until I take my last breath?”

“I won’t let you die.”

“That is not what I asked--”

“I won’t let you die,” you repeat plainly. “I’ll kill you myself before you can leave me. And didn’t you just tell me not to joke about that?”

He laughs, the vibration from his body makes you blush and you hope it’s too dark in the garden for him to see. 

“How reassuring that I’ll be able to see your face when that moment comes.”

The autumn breeze gets a bit chilly in a dress, and you snuggle closer to him, pretending to have forgotten the three minutes that have long expired.

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[virryth]

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CARAT WRITERS CLUB IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS

We are a network which aims to provide SVT authors with an expanded platform to share and spread their work, as well as curating a vast collection of content for readers to easily navigate and enjoy.

While you do not need to be a member to use the tag, #caratwritersclub, members will have priority.

Before Applying

Must be semi-active (hiatuses are allowed)

Must have a writing masterlist

Must have at least one SVT work (multifandom blogs are allowed)

Blogs with multiple admins are allowed, but you must specify which admin is applying in your application

Requirements for Becoming a Network Member

You must be following this network 

(Optional) Check out the admins: @chocosvt + @leftandright.

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After You Are Accepted

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HERE ARE SOME SEVENTEEN WRITERS NO ONE SHOULD SLEEP/MISS OUT ON.

Putting out your work out there for the world to see is hard enough. But the silence that you get when the world doesn’t seem to see the gems you have put out. is. harder.

Hello, loves! This is a very sleepy Leanne disturbing your dashboards loool! Please reblog this not-so-complete list of SVT writers that no one should be sleeping on! I originally thought of making this list so I would have an easier way of finding which blogs to read fics from, but when I visited some blogs and saw the talent that weren’t getting the feedback they deserved (because some are really good but would only have 1 note; imagine: 1 note for a fic that you wrote so painstakingly?), my heart truly broke into pieces.

So please, if you are a writer, reblog this so your followers could see these people; and if you are a reader, then you and I are the same: we have a lot to read up on! 

I’m segregating this list into four groups, to show you guys how I got to know them. And if you know more writers that are not included on this list, please tag them as well!

Keep reading

[virryth]

Freshly-baked Bread | Wonwoo AU

missing bready boi wonuwu >:(

500 words | Fluff, mentions of alcohol

You knew what you’d see the moment you entered your favorite corner bakery. Even before the sweet and tangy aroma of bread fills the air, you know about the welcoming feelings when you open that door.

A jingling bell signals your arrival, and Wonwoo is dressed in his signature blue stripe apron, peeking out from the kitchen to greet you.

“You’re here,” he gives you a full smile, white teeth and small dimples as he sets down the freshly baked tray of cookies. His glasses are fogged with flour and his left cheek is smeared with chocolate, and you can’t help but return his smile.

“I’m early, aren’t I?”

Wonwoo shakes his head, beckoning you closer. The shop doesn’t open until eight in the morning, and you’re usually his first customer of the day, yet you’re here at seven thirty just because you wanted the very first batch of cookies--at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

“You’re just in time for the first batch,” Wonwoo smiles again--it’s like he never stops smiling when he’s with you, his voice deep and comforting like the low frequency lullabies that often ease you to sleep. “Soonyoung will be here in a minute so if you want them, grab them now.”

“Thanks,” you grin, grabbing a few into your tray as Wonwoo cleans his glasses.

You remember the first time you met Wonwoo, at a bar on a Friday’s night gathering downtown. Soonyoung didn’t hesitate to introduce you two, rambling about how introverts should stick together, and you remember how enamored you were the first time you ever laid eyes on him. He had sat at the corner, long limbs all drawn to himself and head ducked low, but not low enough that you can’t see his small smiles once in a while. He had laughed at Soonyoung’s loud drunk habits, at Junhui’s inability to close his eyes when he passed out on the table, and he had bantered with you, making bets on who would last the longest that night.

That first meeting was a few years ago, and somewhere along the way you had started feeling something different for the timid boy. Whenever you introduce Wonwoo to another one of your friends, you often feel the need to share that his smile is best suited next to a tray of freshly baked bread. That warm, fluffy feeling stuck at the back of your throat and traversed down to your stomach, knotting itself in a way only the scent of bread can make you feel. It’s sweet, comforting, and often makes you want to smile and run into the affectionate arms of your lover. 

But you can’t, you think those details, those feelings are probably something only you can see--only you should see.

“So are we…,” Wonwoo starts, hand scratching the back of his head as he looks at anywhere but you, “are we still on for tonight?”

You giggle, half bitten into the cookie he’s just baked. 

Today is special. Today it’s not just about bread, or cookie, or Wonwoo being the only one allowed to bake you cookies.

You nod, feeding him a bite, remembering how he had blushed last Friday night when he had asked you out.

Today is your first date.

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