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[biaswreckingfics]

Machi, I love you with my entire being ❤️😭 Thank you for being in my life these past few years. You've brought a ton of laughter and joy 😭❤️

apartment 5d || K.SW

♘ pairing: neighbor!sunwoo x f!neighbor!reader

♘ genre: fluff, crack

♘ word count: 8k

♘ warnings: cursing, slight suggestive scene (nothing too explicit), eavesdropping, cheating

♘ synopsis: (y/n) had just moved into the city and was still getting accustomed to the onslaught of noises all around, coming from both outside her apartment and within the building itself. through the thin walls of her new home, she becomes inadvertently invested in the lives of a couple who live just next door and seemingly don't know she can hear everything they say, as well as everything they do.

♘ (a/n): here comes year three of wishing one of my best friends a happy birthday via fanfic against her own will! happy bday @biaswreckingfics ! I hope you have an amazing day ❤️!

disclaimer I did not proofread this. thank you 👌

It's been a month since (y/n) first moved into the city. A month since she had taken the risk to abandon the life she had grown so accustomed to in search of something new. A month since she'd packed her bags and bid farewell to the town she'd known her whole life, to the people she had become well acquainted with in her years as a resident. A month since she found herself holed into this small, cheap apartment on the outskirts of the city. A month since her entire life had changed, and she's still speculating on whether or not it was for the better.

The city was definitely the change she had been seeking. A complete 180° from the small town life she'd always known, and she couldn't help but to draw comparisons between the two. For one, there was a constant white noise of clamor just outside her window. The sidewalks were almost always littered with people rushing to and fro to get through the day. While they seemingly each ignored one another in lieu of getting to their destination as swiftly as possible, there was somehow always overlapped and nonsensical chatter that drifted up to her apartment window. The monotony was always accompanied by the various mechanical acoustics of the vehicles which passed by, frequented by the honking of horns and the occasional holler.

At night, she'd lay there enviously yearning the life she abandoned. She reminisced on the sound of cicadas screeching in the daytime and grasshoppers chirping at night. The sounds of nature she took for granted. Instead of the songbirds which would greet her in the mornings with their lovely little melody, she was instead jostled awake by the violent caws of a crow which deemed it his responsibility to ruin her slumber any chance he got.

And if the outside were bad, the inside of her apartment wasn't any better.

Above her resided a tenant she could only assume was a 1950s housewife of some sort, given the 24/7 clacks of high heels rushing about through the apartment. It had become so frequent that (y/n) was sure she knew the exact layout of their residence—the clacks would travel to one area three times a day for meals, to another area which would follow the sound of water, and then would cease in another area for the night. Rather than feeling any sort of contempt for the tenant, (y/n) could only speculate how her feet were still in tact whilst wearing such torturous footwear.

The apartment below housed a tiny, aggressively angry dog, and (y/n) knows this because of the constant violent yaps the canine would emit quite frequently throughout the day, as it were his sole ambition in life to make everyone as miserable as he was. If it wasn't the crow, it was the dog seemingly waking her up, and at this point, (y/n) began to speculate that she was some sort of a Snow White character who only attracted the most demonic and hell-raising of creatures to be in her immediate vicinity.

To the right of her apartment was a tenant who played classical music aloud. The intricate melodies of a symphony wading through her apartment was a welcomed presence, even more so when she could make out the tenant’s live piano playing. It was nice, and she was glad to have situated her home office right against that wall of the apartment. It not only boosted her productivity, but it also served as a reprieve from all of the chaos that wreaked havoc in every other sector of her apartment.

Though it was the apartment to the left of her own that seemed to capture her attention most. The apartment that rested just alongside her bedroom wall. One that created the most clear vision of the tenants that resided there, to the point that (y/n) even knew their names. She knew their living situation fairly well, and she honestly believed that at this point she knew more of the people who lived there than their closest friends did. Purely because no couple in their right mind would act in such a way in front of people, which made it convenient to (y/n) to get to know their characters in such an intimate way.

“You inconsiderate son of a bitch.”

“What did I do now? What could POSSIBLY have angered you now?”

(y/n) grimaced as the arguing once more began, slowly shutting the book she'd been reading, knowing fully well that there'd be no space to concentrate once the two on the other side of the wall eventually get into it.

It's been a month since (y/n) first moved into her apartment, and a month since she'd come to learn about the couple who lived in apartment 5D.

The lady’s name was Renee, a name that is frequently uttered in irritation by the man. Her voice was thunderous yet shrill, rising in pitch whenever she got especially angry. She also had a penchant for expletives and has spewed out quite a few creative obscenities on the spot that has thoroughly impressed (y/n). Her grievances were the ones most often echoing through the apartments, exposing the raw and unfiltered personas of the couple to (y/n)’s ear, as if the plaster between them served as a confessional booth of sorts.

The man's name was Sunwoo, if his girlfriend's yelling were any indication of who the recipient was. Unlike Renee, his voice rarely ever reached her level. Yet his responses were incredibly sharp, oftentimes being the calming agent that settled these disputes. Or at least quells Renee’s burdens for the time being as she huffs off to another section of the apartment. (y/n) would hear Sunwoo’s tired sighs afterwards, oftentimes loud and defeated.

She found it odd that such a tumultuous and unhealthy dynamic still managed to remain as is. How they managed to remain together when every single time they met face to face, another shouting match commenced. (y/n) could feel herself crumbling with the weight of the ordeal and she wasn't even involved in the slightest. Though it did encourage her to invest in noise canceling headphones for when the yelling got more intense than usual.

A few days had passed since their last altercation, and (y/n) was both relieved, but also incredibly curious as to what could have happened to cause such silence in the apartment. From what she recalled during their last session, Renee had stormed off as she usually does at the end of their fights whenever Sunwoo snaps back and says something she can't refute. Nothing different had occurred, so what could have possibly prompted the radio silence on the other end?

She tried not to dwell. It was a rare and blissful peace that she had forgotten about: the ability to go to bed without being jostled awake by a sudden screaming match. A privilege she needed to take advantage of before things went awry once more. And she knew things would certainly go awry eventually. Though for the time being, (y/n) went about her life calmly.

There was still the bird outside her window who refused to settle for any sort of peace, no matter how much bread (y/n) offered as a bargain to quell the issue. There was still the dog downstairs who never seemed to quit making its presence known to the world, incessantly yapping away with little to no breaks in his schedule. There was still the lady upstairs seemingly performing a whole dance routine of sorts in the clunkiest heels humanly possible, practically ensuring (y/n) were to hear her every movement no matter where she went. And there was still classical music flooding the opposite half of her apartment whenever she walked by, more recently showcasing some Chopin pieces that spoke to (y/n)’s heart and offered just the smallest scrap of heaven in the fiasco surrounding her. But for the time being, the side of her apartment housing her bedroom was quiet, and she savored the moment for however long she could.

(y/n) found herself nestled into bed, quietly reading her book before the time to sleep came along. There was a tranquil peace lingering in the air, the mayhem outside gradually morphing into calming white noise as she grew more accustomed to the city and its multifaceted nature. Notes of her vanilla candle, long extinguished by now, still seemed to endure in the wake of its stint, and the soft glow of her bedside lamp basking her room in this gentle, orange hue brought a grin to (y/n)’s face. One she couldn't help but to embrace as she came to the realization that this apartment with all of its quirks and its flaws had finally started to feel like a home to her.

Wanting to bask in the afterglow of this revelation, (y/n) was pulled from her thoughts at the subtle shift in atmosphere, her hushed moment of mundanity now fading away as she attempted to zero in on what exactly had disrupted her.

A silence settled over the room, the muffled cacophony of activity outside being filtered out while (y/n) eyed the room carefully, as if scoping out for the source of whatever had suddenly occurred. Though she had a strong inkling that deep down she knew exactly where to search. As if on cue, there was another sound. So minuscule, yet it immediately drew (y/n) to turn around, facing the wall which separated her from apartment 5D.

Tentatively, she leaned forward against her better judgement, pressing her ear against the white expanse of the room. Muffled voices, speaking at a normal volume. Nothing out of the ordinary directly, though still strange given the inhabitants on the other side and their usual dynamic. Though there was this nagging voice biting at her conscience. Something felt… amiss. It rubbed her the wrong way, but for what reason?

Before she could even begin to decipher this feeling, there was a sudden shift in the narrative, one that completely perturbed (y/n) where she sat. At first it had been but a momentary jostle, a sound she may have misconstrued in her deep state of curiosity. Though then it happened again, and it had become an undeniable fact. The once muted laughter that traipsed through the thin walls, piquing (y/n)’s interest in the lack of tension radiating over to her side through the sheer ire the two shared for one another, had slowly morphed into this unmistakable cadence that had not only (y/n) feeling flushed, but also had the entire room blushing at the turn of events.

Never before had her walls felt so thin, to the point that she could hear every creak of a bedframe, hushed whispers and moans exchanged between the two lovers in the apartment next door. A newfound intimacy that on any other occasion would have had (y/n) applauding the two for finally making up, but currently as she was being inadvertently exposed to such an exchange, she was wholly uncomfortable and found herself seeking refuge on her couch for the night, wiping away the memory through the soft tunes playing from her noise canceling headphones.

A few days had passed since the night that her neighbors had finally made amends. As if by some force of nature, it had gone radio silent all this time, with not even a single breath to be heard. Perhaps they'd felt guilty for having unwittingly forced such an act of voyeurism unto her, but no matter the reason, (y/n) was truly grateful for the silence that now greeted her at night.

With her newfound vigor, (y/n) had found herself taking walks every other morning. The sun had felt somehow warmer, the breeze that blew by felt cooler, and even the sparse trees that lined the concrete expanse of the city felt greener and perhaps even livelier. Friendly faces came few and far, though when they did, she couldn't help but to reciprocate the greeting, offering a smile of her own as she wandered around aimlessly until finally approaching the apartment building again.

Before she could pull open the door, a voice suddenly called out to her.

“Excuse me! Can you hold that door for me?”

Turning around, (y/n) had at first been hit with a sense of familiarity, as if a long lost friend had finally returned, though when she finally came face to face with the person, she was left completely and utterly blank.

Aside from the fact that she'd never met this man before, she felt her mind spiraling into nothingness upon being suddenly attacked by this male reincarnation of Aphrodite. He exuded this inherent confidence as he strode her way, a casual gait even as he lugged a duffel bag and suitcase with surprising ease given his lean build. His plush lips pulled back into a charming smirk as he slipped into the building, a soft thank you coming from him and further demonstrating the low timbre of his voice.

She would have remained standing there, perpetually awestruck by the encounter with the gorgeous man, but when she turned, he was still there, seemingly waiting for her with a gentle quirk of his head.

“Oh, no problem at all!” She quickly responded, shutting the door behind her and shuffling forward alongside him. They walked in sync, both headed towards the elevator.

“Are you new around here?” The stranger asked, his eyes still seemingly insistent on staring at her. His big, round, warm, coffee tinted, glistening eyes that had her once more in a daze, thinking of more ways to describe this man's mesmerizing gaze. “I only ask because I haven't seen you around.”

“Yes, I just moved in a little over a month ago, actually.” The elevator had opened just as they reached it, some tenants pouring out of the vessel to go about their day, leaving (y/n) and the man to themselves as they entered. Wordlessly, she pressed the fifth floor.

“You just moved in last month and we live on the same floor? Have I been living under a rock?”

“No, apparently you've been living on the fifth floor.” It was a stupid response, but it was enough to garner a chuckle out of the man, which in her book felt like the most gratuitous victory she'd ever achieved. “I've mainly kept to myself so I wouldn't blame you for not seeing me.”

“I'm the same way. This was actually the first time I traveled out of the city ever since I moved her.” He gestured to the bags laid out around him on the floor. “My mom has been insisting I visit her, so I thought there's no better time than the present.”

“That was my thought process when I first decided to even move into the city.”

“How has it been treating you so far?” (y/n) sighed at his question, picking apart her brain for the proper way to describe her new life without delving too deep into it, considering this was merely a formality type conversation given their situation.

“It has its pros and its cons. I'm still getting used to things around here, but it's not so bad.” She took a brief pause as she mindlessly glanced at the floor sign, just reaching floor three. “The neighbors can be a bit rowdy, but it's nothing some noise canceling headphones action can't solve”

“I didn't realize it was that bad,” he laughed, beginning to pick up his bags as the fifth floor neared. “I guess it's convenient I'm the last door in the hall. Not stuck between two other apartments.”

By now, the elevator had dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the plain, white washed walls of the fifth floor. He allowed (y/n) to leave the elevator first, falling after as they walked down the hall. She stopped at her apartment, the humble little 5C, and she glanced over at the man as he stopped at 5D. Suddenly, her mind had begun churning out thoughts once more, cleared from the delirium the man had instilled upon her with his visuals. Though now, her brain was working faster than she'd had preferred.

“Sunwoo?” Before she could catch her herself, she had already called out his name. He paused, looking over at her with a pleasantly surprised expression, lips tugging up into another smirk, though this one wholly amused.

“You know my name.” A simple statement, one that was more intrigued than anything else, but (y/n) had felt her eyes widen with the name that had come out of her mouth.

“I'm sorry, I'm not a stalker or anything.” She began, eyes darting away from his and to the oak door of her own apartment. “It's just thin walls, so I can occasionally hear voices.” Tentatively, she glanced back at Sunwoo, now with an unreadable expression. Again, not disgust towards her. Just… monotonous. Almost zoning out as she spoke, though still very much so listening. “I'm not an eavesdropped either. I don't mean to listen, it just happens.” This time, she cringed at her words, wanting to just slip into her apartment and act like nothing happened. But she just kept talking. “If it's any consolation, I'm glad to hear you guys are doing well again! You know, the thing that happened earlier this week with the…” Her tongue stopped before she could clarify any further, pursing her lips together into a thin line and looking at Sunwoo once more, though this time, his expression truly had shifted from its prior monotony. Now, he looked perplexed. Eyebrows raised, jaw tightened. There was this spark in his eye, though (y/n) became more so distracted by the twitch that ensued before she could decipher that fleeting spark. “I'll get going now.”

Dread.

It was the predominant feeling that had now taken over her body. As if the optimism that had temporarily filled her days with light and happiness and all but dissipated in lieu of this heavy, unforgiving emotion weighing down upon her. Her thoughts revolved around the conversation earlier, regretting every word that spilled from her mouth. Sunwoo’s expression felt cemented into her brain, that final look of disdain as she continued to talk.

Of course he'd be pissed. She just outright confessed to having listened in in his tumultuous relationship, to the point that she had even gotten his name down. What a fantastic first impression, and perhaps the last to be quite honest. She'd only just met him a few hours ago, but he would probably avoid her like the plague from here on out. And she wouldn't blame him.

Beyond the dread of it all, there was this ache in her heart. A twinge of remorse. The familiar feeling of going head first into something that could've been amazing, only for it to come back and hit you. It was silly, but (y/n) really had played a bit into her fantasies. Imagining a meet cute with a city boy, especially one as gorgeous as Sunwoo. He'd take her out to the hottest parts of the city, showing her all the greatest hole in the wall restaurants, staring at the moon on the fire escape cozied together while the city thrived beneath them. It was fanciful and unrealistic, but there really was a moment where she truly thought Sunwoo could be the boy of her dreams. Only for that fantasy to be crushed within minutes of meeting.

As if to twist the knife in her heart, she heard a door open. Not in her apartment, but in 5D.

“Hey, you're back early.” Renee’s voice spoke. It was surprising to hear her sound so civil, but given how the two had made up, it was only expected that this would now be the content she hears henceforth. “Why didn't you text me? How'd it go?”

“It was fine.” Sunwoo responded, though his voice was cold, lacking that easy-going lilt he had with (y/n) in the elevator. She was curious, but she didn't want to dwell on it, instead already moving around to get up and stay in the living room for a bit. Before she could stand, however, Sunwoo abruptly continued on. “Who did you have in my apartment a few days ago?”

(y/n)’s breath had halted as she froze in her spot. It felt as if she'd been caught doing something wrong, though that couldn't be the case. Cautiously returning to her prior position in bed, she waited for Renee’s response.

“What are you talking about?” It was somewhat delayed, just a second longer than it should have been.

“You know what I mean. Don't make me repeat myself.”

(y/n) turned her head, pressing her ear against the wall to better hear them. At this point now, the guilt commonly associated with eavesdropping had long died, now fully invested in whatever was about to happen.

“I don't know. I don't have time for this nonsense. I come back from work to greet my boyfriend and–”

“Renee.” Sunwoo’s voice dripped with disdain, this hostile edge that brought the conversation to a sudden halt. An uncomfortable silence settled over the apartments, and (y/n) held her breath for Sunwoo's next move. “I leave for a week to visit my mother. I entrust you with taking care of things here. And the minute I leave, you decide to cheat on me?”

(y/n)’s eyes widened, hand clamping over her mouth to silence any imminent gasp that would have slipped past her lips. A cold chill settled in her blood, numbing parts of her body with this overwhelming anxiety that rooted her in her place.

“I did not cheat on you! Don't accuse me of something when you–”

“I already know, so it won't do you any good to gaslight me further than you already have.” There was another brief silence between the two, only to be interrupted by the first sniffle.

“Sunwoo, I would never try to hurt you! It was a moment of weakness! I regretted it the minute it happened. I don't know what came over me. Please, you have to forgive me.”

“Renee, please leave.” By now, Renee:s sniffling had become full blown sobbing, mumbling continuous and incomprehensible nonsense regarding forgiveness and regret. Though (y/n) could mentally picture the scene inside just from the noises that had become acutely familiar to her.

Sunwoo walking into the bedroom being followed by Renee as her cries traveled about the apartment. A dresser drawer being yanked open, only for Renee’s cries to grow even more intense. The closet door opening with its telltale creaking noise that always accompanied it. Hangers jostled about for some time, and then there was a heavy thud followed by the sound of wheels on the floorboards. All the while, with these various acoustics, Renee just wept and wept with no end. In a way, it tugged at (y/n)’s heartstrings, but if what Sunwoo had deduced from (y/n)’s slip up earlier were truly a fact, then she held no sympathy for a cheater.

“You can get the rest of your stuff throughout the week, preferably when I'm at work.” Sunwoo spoke, voice tired and exasperated, though Renee’s shrill response came almost immediately, just as garbled as it had been for the past few minutes.

“I don't want to go. Don't let me go. I'm sorry. Please.” Reminiscent of a petulant child who didn't get exactly what they wanted. Words slurring together, forced out through the onslaught of tears that had weakened her vocal chords by now.

“I already talked to your mother before you came home. She's expecting you. Please leave now.” Somehow that seemed to do the trick, as the crying slowly faded from the scene. A door closed, sending the neighboring apartment into complete nothingness. Vaguely, (y/n) could hear Renee going down the hall towards the elevator, still crying, though nothing sounded from Sunwoo’s side. She couldn't make out anything he was doing. Though perhaps that was for the best.

With the climax of the event having subsided, the atmosphere once more settling to what it had been previously, the guilt of having listened in on their entire breakup now dawned upon (y/n), and she reclined into bed, turning off the bedside lamp and shutting her eyes, hoping to forget everything and rid herself of the regret plaguing her mind.

This was a bad idea. This was a certifiably bad idea. The urge to run away and hide in her apartment was strong, but it was far too late now considering she'd just finished knocking on the door. The last thing she wanted was to ding-dong ditch this guy who had gone through such a traumatic event less than 24 hours ago. Though she was still debating the semantics of whether it would be beneficial for him to see the face of the woman who essentially drove the stake into his relationship. Perhaps it was best to retreat and act like nothing happened.

Before she could make her move to evacuate the situation, the door creaked open, unveiling a tired and broken looking Sunwoo. He seemed drained, as if the lively color that had made up his person just the day before had now been depleted into a sickly dullness. Darkness encircled his eyes from lack of sleep, though a tinge of redness in their whites indicated the tears he'd expelled that night in lieu of sleep. His body hunched over itself, having to lean onto the doorframe as support whilst simultaneously using the door as a crutch.

“Hi,” (y/n) began, voice tentatively lowered as if to not startle him away.

“Hey.”

It was a curt response, one weak and gravelly from misuse. It was enough to show (y/n) that he had gone through a lot, and the guilt once more ate away at her. She debated on how to proceed with this, stringing together different combinations of words to express herself to him, but nothing felt right. Nothing felt appropriate for him, nor for the situation at hand.

Sunwoo began shifting, pushing himself off the doorframe to open the door wider, granting (y/n) open access to his apartment.

“Come in?”

She was hesitant, glancing back at him as if to confirm this is what he really wanted, though after being met with his indifferent countenance, she deemed it safe to enter.

His apartment was very much so a reflection of her own. The rooms and furnishings were reversed with the kitchen on the right of the entry’s hallway instead of left. To the left was where the bedroom resided, where it shared the wall with her own bedroom. Though as fascinated as she was by this, she kept to herself and merely followed Sunwoo to the kitchen where he got to making the two of them coffee.

There was an eerie silence that settled over the apartment, even as he toiled away at the counter. A strange emptiness that presumably Renee had filled in, though now felt almost barren.

“I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am.” (y/n) spoke softly, wary of her voice would carry in the still room. Sunwoo let out an amused scoff.

“You heard everything?” He asked.

“A little bit…”

“So why are you apologizing?” He turned around, sliding her a mug of coffee while opting to stand and drink his. He leant against the counter, his coffee just beneath his chin, letting the best radiate up and warm his face. “If anything, I should be thanking you.” He took a sip of his beverage, meanwhile letting (y/n) to stew upon his words for a brief moment. “Who knows how long this has been going on. Or how much longer it could've gone. All without my knowing of it.”

An understanding settled upon (y/n), and she felt the tension leaving her body as she relaxed into her seat. It's true. Renee had been cheating on Sunwoo, taking advantage of his absence to do such a despicable thing. Had it not been for (y/n) and her incessant talking met with her unintentional listening, Sunwoo may have never known. He may have continued with the relationship, or whatever you would call their dynamic. Screaming matches every night, hateful comments thrown back and forth, an ongoing Cold War that at any time could blow up in their faces. (y/n) put an end to that. She was the spark that incited this whole chain of events which led Sunwoo to where he was now.

“You're already aware, but… things had gone bad ages ago. I don't even remember how it started. But next thing you know, it was just arguing every single day. Sometimes for no reason. It was awful. I knew I should've ended it by now, but it was so difficult.” He was staring off into space as he spoke, though then turned his head down towards his drink. “I kept remembering the good times we shared. The memories we made. The life we built together. I kept thinking it would eventually pass and we could return to how it was.” Sunwoo took a deep breath and continued. “Weeks had gone by and at that point, I realized how toxic we had become. I mean, I haven't even spoken to my friends in months because of my relationship with Renee. When she started distancing herself from me, I realized how… alone I had become. How isolating a relationship can be. I had no one to turn to.” Sunwoo paused before offering a slight chuckle. “You're actually the first person to enter this apartment since Renee and I started living here. Well, aside from the guy Renee cheated on me with.”

It was a bitter comment, but it was enough to get (y/n) to start laughing, and soon Sunwoo followed suit. It wasn't anything hilarious, though just the way these circumstances played out that seemed so utterly bizarre and unfortunate that one couldn't help but to use comedy as an escape of sorts.

“I did think it was a bit weird that just after you guys argued, you were suddenly in bed together. I just thought that meant less arguing for me to hear.”

Sunwoo's laughter slowly quelled into a gentle smile, a satisfied hum expelling from him as a response. When the silence of the room returned, it didn't feel as heavy as it had before. It felt neutral. A comfortable sort of atmosphere. One that didn't need Renee to bring activity to it. One simply at ease as is.

“Thank you,” Sunwoo spoke softly, finally meeting (y/n)’s gaze. His eyes were glassy, a fond smile stretched upon his face. He looked… relieved. At peace for perhaps the first time in a long while.

“No need to thank me,” (y/n) responded, grinning back at him. Her heart felt healed just by seeing his calm expression, as though her impromptu visit was actually necessary for him. His words returned to her, regarding how different his life had become when Renee came into the picture. An indignant feeling rose within her at the woman who had tortured Sunwoo in such a way, and an idea soon sparked in her head. “If you do want to repay me, however, how about you show me around the city? I'm still new, so I'd like a tour from someone who has experience in this regard.”

His trademark smirk once more tugged at his lips, and for a brief moment, (y/n) could see the Sunwoo she had met the day before. The suave and charismatic man who had captured her attention with his breathtaking existence. The one who glowed with life and vigor, practically a walking embodiment of the sun in his unbridled radiance. And even after such a tumultuous break up and in the midst of grieving, he still managed to show glimpses of his lively self still thriving somewhere within him.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you alright?” Sunwoo’s concerned voice captured (y/n)’s attention as she blinked away the delirium slowly seeping into her vision. Glancing over at said man confirmed her suspicions. His brows curved in worry, a pout settling on his lips, nervous eyes scanning over her features to discern her sobriety.

“I'm fine, I'm just a little tired and a little tipsy, nothing bad.” It was true, she was just feeling drowsy at the moment, though that didn't settle well with Sunwoo who had already turned to their bunch of friends seated around them.

“I'm going to take her home, is that alright?” He announced, already beginning to gather their stuff. Everyone nodded, all mumbling words of confirmation. Sunwoo had now turned to her, staring down with a dopey smile as he held out his hands. Instinctively, (y/n) accepted his offer, allowing him to pull her to her feet. After waving goodbye to everyone, they headed out of the lounge, and into the busy streets of the city. Even at this hour, the nightlife was bustling and hectic. It was astonishing to see, even after a year of living here.

After a brief cab drive back to the apartment and an elevator trip up, (y/n) was finally back at her apartment, sighing aloud at the relief of being back home. Pictures now lined the walls, showcasing friends and family and all of her cherished memories. By the windows were plants, potted and hanging, vines dangling forth and encompassing that entire sector of her home. Along the many surfaces of her apartment was clutter and knick knacks from old magazines to finds at the thrift store she couldn't bear to leave behind to just cool rocks she found along her route.

She collapsed onto her an unceremonious huff, spread out along its plush exterior and embracing the peace and comfort her apartment provided. A peace and comfort she worked tirelessly to achieve. Though she couldn't take all the credit to herself.

“Here, drink.” There was a soft clink of glass along wood that drew her eyes to the coffee table where Sunwoo had placed her water. He sat at the other end of the sofa, taking out his phone to pass the time as (y/n) got herself situated.

Sunwoo had become a surprising, yet welcomed addition to her daily life. What had started as a simple tour around the city soon became adventures finding the most niche and worthy hole-in-the-wall restaurants the city had to offer. And soon, a beautiful friendship had blossomed.

“You know today is a special day.” She hummed in response, allowing him to continue. “It's been a year since I first met you.”

She blinked in wonderment, not having expected something so sentimental to come out of Sunwoo’s mouth. A smile had spread across her face as she slowly sat up to face him.

“Really?” He nodded with a grin of his own, putting his phone away to face her as well.

“Yeah. In the elevators.” The memory has come rushing back to (y/n), recalling how smitten she had been for Sunwoo, and then how mortified she had become upon realizing he was the apartment 5D tenant. “I had just come back from visiting my mom's. I was dreading coming back to be honest. I didn't want to see… Æthelred the Unready.”

(y/n) snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. It was a silly, nonsensical codename used when helping Sunwoo to move on from his previous relationship. (y/n) thought using an alias would prevent him from relapsing in the recovery process. Though it's been ages since they mentioned the dreaded name, both official and fake.

“But then I saw you. You were a new face. Refreshing. Something different in that monotonous life I was trapped in.” He leaned his head back along the couch, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as he continued to recall the past. “I thought you were nice and friendly, so you were definitely not from the city. Again, I thought that was refreshing.” There was a pause before Sunwoo chuckled to himself. “And then that's when you said the thing.”

(y/n) cringed, groaning into the cushions and about to defend herself, but Sunwoo continued.

“At that point, I knew you had to have been heaven sent. Like my own guardian angel. Because nobody from the city would outright say anything like that. They wouldn't care. They wouldn't pay any mind. Had it been anyone else, I could've been stuck in that relationship for who knows how long, literally unaware of what she was doing behind my back.”

“I have faith you would've ended it on your own even without my help.”

“I don't think so. It was a really scary time for me. I had become codependent on her. I'm pretty sure I would've ignored all the red flags. More than there already were.” Before (y/n) could urge him to move past this discussion, lest he linger too long on this former, detrimental relationship of his, he had changed the subject on his own. “Tomorrow will be the day we became friends. When you came over to my apartment to apologize, and then we set up our city tour.”

“That's so cool that you remembered that.” (y/n) mumbled, still leant against the back of the sofa watching Sunwoo reminisce on their history. “What else do you remember?”

“I remember everything with you.” He replied. “Next week will be when you insisted I call up my old friends.”

“And look where that got you. We just finished hanging out with them. I told you they wouldn't be upset at you.”

It was true. Sunwoo had been terrified to reconnect with his friends after having ghosted them essentially upon his ex’s insistence. The only ones who gave him a hard time were Chanhee and Eric. Eric just wanted to poke fun at him and make him play hard to get, though he had discretely accepted Sunwoo’s request the moment he answered the phone. Chanhee was just because he didn't want Sunwoo and his “annoying ass antics” back in his life, but Sunwoo managed to weasel his way back either way.

“I'm still debating if it was good to call Chanhee. He keeps demanding I buy him lunch every week as repayment for ghosting him.”

“Chanhee does that to everyone, he just gives them a different excuse every time. Last week he made me pay for his lunch because we accidentally wore the same shirt.” Sunwoo laughed, loud and boisterous, prompting (y/n) to follow suit.

“I'm not paying for his lunch anymore.”

“You will, he always manages to swindle people.” She reached out and patted his arm. “What next?”

“Hmm… Next month is when you helped me move out of here so I don't get any memories of Æthelred the Unready.” Again, the name caught her off guard and she found herself laughing all over again, even with the bittersweet memory of Sunwoo leaving.

They had only just became friends, hanging out all the time and visiting one another every single second of the day. Even at night, just before she'd fall asleep, he'd give a little knock on the wall that separated them, and she'd respond back with a knock on her side. It was comforting. It was a nice dynamic she had gotten far too used to, because the next sequence of her plan in helping Sunwoo move on was for him to abandon all things Æthelred the Unready related. That meant the clothes she left behind, pictures of the two of them, trinkets that reminded him of her, and at the end of it all, the apartment itself. (y/n) had a harder time letting it go than he did, trying to get him to delay the move just by a few weeks, but it was no use. His lease was already ending, so moving out seemed as good an option as any to him.

His new apartment wasn't too far from her own, and he still wound up visiting her as much as he could, so she did feel a little silly crying as she brought his boxes up to his new place, as if bidding farewell to a soldier off to war.

“I still think it was dumb,” (y/n) replied, frowning at the memory. “It was redundant given you're here all the time either way.”

“Yeah, but it's in your apartment. With only you to greet me. No bad memories. You replaced them all.” His voice had softened, low enough for only her ears to hear. At the change in atmosphere, (y/n) found herself hesitant to meet his eyes again, instead staring out at her glass of water condensing by the second, droplets clinging to the glass exterior and sliding down onto her coffee table.

“What happened next?” She asked, leaning forward to retrieve a coaster and preserve the sanctity of her coffee table. Surely not to derail Sunwoo from his perceived intentions.

“A week after I moved out was when we went to that carnival. The one that was like… crawling with clowns.”

“That was so unnecessary!” She hissed out, grimacing at the memory of that hellscape of a carnival and its infestation of clowns of all varieties. As she grimaced at the memory, Sunwoo merely laughed at her misery. Though she wanted to glare at him for his teasing, she was glad to see that he had assumed his normal persona, and she felt successful in having redirected the conversation.

“What happened after that?”

“I told you I liked you for the first time.” Shit. She spoke too soon.

It had been off handed, something he mentioned in passing as he dropped her off at her apartment. It felt so casual she nearly missed it. Though when she looked up, there was this undeniable tenderness in his eyes. Those big, brown eyes that always caught her off guard. And just as always, she averted her gaze, merely wishing him a good night before retreating into her apartment, pretending it had never happened.

‘It was too soon,’ she had insisted. ‘He was still in the mourning process. He wasn't ready.’

She didn't know how to respond, though that seemingly didn't perturb Sunwoo who just moved on.

“A few weeks after, you bought me that instant coffee machine. We spent hours testing out all the flavors.”

A giggle escaped her lips, remembering the chaos of drinking nearly ten cups of coffee.

“I don't think any human being should be capable of having that much caffeine in their body in one sitting.” She commented.

“It was a few weeks after that when we took that road trip with the gang.”

A fond smile spread on her face as she recalled that time. Everyone shoved into various vehicles, driving for hours together to reach their camping site. A lakeside front with a handful of cabins nestled into the woods. Everyone enjoying themselves, swimming and roasting marshmallows and staying up all night watching movies.

“That was so fun.”

“Yeah. The day after we arrived was the second time I confessed to you.” Damn it. Caught off guard once more. This time, (y/n) did meet his gaze, where he was already staring back at her, a neutral expression across his face.

It had been when the others had all gone inside to their designated cabins, but (y/n) wanted one more marshmallow. Sunwoo stayed behind to keep her company, and to help extinguish the fire after. The night was still, the a half moon shone down on them, wispy clouds drifting overhead and shielding the stars above. Crickets filled the white noise of the area, accompanied by the crackling wood of the dying fire, all while (y/n) desperately sought out the last few flames to heat her marshmallow. And once more, as casual as can be, Sunwoo confessed to her. As if it were as natural as breathing. As if he hadn't almost given her a heart attack, nearly making her lose her marshmallow.

His eyes had been so earnest, practically pleading with her, yet she once more dismissed him, having quickly shoved the s'mores in her mouth and scuttled off to her cabin with a muffled goodnight.

Meeting his eyes once more felt surreal. There was no longer that ambitious glint that had been present that very night, though instead a calm and collected gaze steadily trained on her. She reached over to her water to take a sip, delaying the inevitable as much as she could. She couldn't run away now. He had cornered her in her apartment. She should've known, but he always managed to catch her when she least expected it. This time trapping her in her own home so she couldn't run off. He was expecting an answer, and she was already trying to scheme ways of leaving.

“You were healing…” (y/n) insisted with a cautious tone, unsure of how to broach the subject at hand as she had always managed to avoid it previously.

“(y/n), I was over Renee weeks before I met you.” His response came unexpectedly, curt and to the point, no space for arguing. “You were the one who gave me the clarity to take the next step I needed to. I was in a loveless relationship that I had already moved on from. I was just trapped, and you helped me.” He shifted ever so slightly, gently skimming his fingers along (y/n)’s arm to draw her back to him. “You don't have to wort about me. You never did. I always appreciated your concern, but please know I'm okay. I'm healed.” His hand now encompassed her bicep, gently pulling her closer to him. His other hand reached up towards her face, carefully turning her head to face him properly. “You can stop running away from me now.”

(y/n) was surprised to say the least. It was a given that she had been running away, though through the inflection in his voice, she knew he didn't mean it in a physical sense. He knew she was running away from her emotions. He knew she had been redirecting her own growing affections towards him, instead hiding behind the guise of helping him through his breakup. He knew it all. And she could no longer hide.

The look in his eyes felt so utterly honest, his words equally genuine. He had laid himself out before her, time and time again, patiently waiting for her to accept him. And the realization had absolutely awed her. The fact that it wasn't her waiting for him, though him waiting for her. She had been running away this whole time, and he had been chasing closely behind.

“(y/n), I love you.”

Love.

He loved her.

Every other time he confessed, he had always said liked. Though now, knowing fully well the impact of his words, laying out his cards for her to accept him as is, he confessed his love for her.

Their history flitted past her eyes like a movie, all the memories he brought back to the forefront of her mind showcasing the happiness he brought her, the way he changed her life for the better, the myriad of emotions that ran through her being whenever he was around. And she realized why he had confessed his love for her of all things.

Because this entire time, from the very moment she met him to the present, she had liked him back.

“I love you, too.”

#you WILL be hearing all of my thoughts when i get a moment to read this TRUST

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⋇⊶⊰THE CELEBRATION COLUMN ⊱⊷⋇

Today, K-Vanity Magazine would like to reserve this section to highlight one of our members. Before we continue any further, we’d like to wish the ever so talented Britt @biaswreckingfics a very Happy Birthday!! May your day be filled with joy and positivity.

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#omg thank you #id like to thank my mother and father #as well as kvanity for this moment ❤️

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The Day is soon approaching...

Prepare, my friend, for time moves swiftly and without notice, and it shall soon be the day of reckoning we've been anticipating for so long. I am seated by hourglass, carefully watching as each and every individual grain slowly succumbs to gravity's alluring pull, drawing nearer and nearer the event which calls us forth.

Awaiting with bated breath,

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Why is this so creepy

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And I can't bring myself to unfollow bc some of these people were really good friends once upon a time 😭😭

Looking at my following list and seeing that the majority of people I follow haven't been on here in 1-3 years 🥴🥴

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Looking at my following list and seeing that the majority of people I follow haven't been on here in 1-3 years 🥴🥴

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Britt how are you? I am thinking about you 💕

Hi Michi!! ❤️❤️

I'm good!! How are you?? 🥺🥺 I hope all is well

#michi-0o0

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Omg, my first request!! 😭😭 I can't believe I forgot about this story!!

3 and 26. I have really bad body issues. Could you do something with Hongjoong and the reader in front of a mirror all fluffy and shit.

3 + 26 - Hongjoong

(H-how long have you been standing there? + I just want to be alone right now.)

You sigh as you stare at your body in the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You didn't know why you always did this to yourself, but you couldn't stop. You couldn't help but notice all of the imperfections of your body and critique yourself even if it was the last thing you wanted to do. You didn't want to look at your body and be unhappy with it, but it was almost a go-to response somedays.

You let out another sigh as you try to switch your mindset and find the parts of yourself that you did like.

"You're beautiful." The voice of your boyfriend comes from behind you, successfully startling you.

"Joong... H-how long have you been standing there?"

"That doesn't matter, babe. I know the thoughts running through that pretty head of yours, and I just won't allow it anymore," he replies as he walks up behind you. He holds your gaze in the mirror the entire time before wrapping his arms around your body and nuzzling his head into your shoulder.

Shame flows through you at the realization that your boyfriend caught you judging yourself in the mirror, and not for the first time. "I just want to be alone right now..."

He shakes his head into your neck, pulling a small smile from you as you know the stubborn act he's about to pull.

"Sorry, love, but I'm not leaving your side today. You get to spend all day with me." He gently pulls you away from the mirror and guides you toward the living room. "Now, the real question here is should we build a fort before we start the movie marathon we're about to have or no?"

#thank you for reblogging ❤️❤️😭😭

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Welcome to the dark side!!

In all honesty, though, thank you for giving this story a chance ❤️❤️ I'm so happy you loved it enough to reblog it 😭😭

I Still Love You...

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Exes to Lovers AU

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: pure pain awaits you 😅😅 good luck?

Summary: At the time, it seemed like the smartest decision when you and Baekhyun broke up. You deeply loved each other, but priorities and life were against you, and being together became too hard.

Coming face-to-face with him half a year later, reveals how deep your feelings still are for him, and you're terrified that you'll never be able to move on from him... or that you'll even want to in the end.

Notes: *inspired by this drabble* *italicized parts are flashbacks* *listen to Baekhyun's song Love Again to suffer even more* *Lastly, Happy birthday, Baek!!*

Laughter fills the air as your group of friends tease each other. Focusing mostly on the elusive host of the quickly planned get-together you're attending, Yixing smiles good-naturedly as he willingly takes the jokes being thrown his way. An overwhelming sense of happiness floods you as you watch them all. This is how things should be. You and the people you love relaxing and enjoying life together. 

It's been way too long since this group of people has been together like this. Where you've all managed to get away from work and school, and Yixing was able to take time off and fly back to you guys. With Yixing being in a different country, it's hard to come across moments like this, so you cherish them and hold onto them for dear life.

There's just one integral piece of your community missing. If you have to guess, he's probably going to show up any second. Baekhyun never misses it when Yixing comes to town. No matter how busy he is.

Your heart flutters at the thought of seeing your ex again. Of seeing his bright smile grace his face as he laughs at something one of you says. You take a calming breath as you think about Baekhyun and remember that things are different now. That beautiful smile he always sent your way was no longer yours to receive. That reminder alone nearly breaks your heart all over again.

Yixing's laughter greets your ears again, and you pull yourself out of your thoughts to study his face. The pure joy you see on it helps you make a decision you didn't realize you were contemplating. Tonight, you'll push aside the feelings you still have for Baekhyun. You'll pretend that you're fine and unhurt just to keep those smiles on your friends' faces. To not cloud over their night with your angst. 

You'll ignore him as much as you can and try to forget about how you're still completely in love with him. How you're actually excited to see him. To see his eyes sparkle as he animatedly speaks to everyone.

After the breakup, you had tried to move on from Baekhyun. You pushed yourself to go on dates - to try to connect with other people - but it just didn't work. You found yourself comparing all of your dates to him and wishing it was him across from you instead of these random strangers. You wished it was Baekhyun sending you good night texts or showing up at your door with flowers, and you felt bad for those poor souls who tried to capture your attention. Unfortunately, your mind was stuck on one person.

A knocking sound on the front door fills the room, and your heart beats wildly in your chest. Yixing gets up from his seat to answer it, and you do your best not to turn around and watch. A chorus of greetings surrounds you as the door opens. Soon, everyone is yelling some variation of hello towards the newcomer. You turn your head toward the door, unable to stand it anymore, and your heart nearly stops as you take in Baekhyun in all his glory. A giant smile is present on his face when he sees Yixing and everyone else behind him.

Somehow, you find yourself anxiously sitting on some stranger’s couch all thanks to your best friend Dabin. The people around you are all very nice and seem lovely, but you've never been good at first meetings. You'd consider yourself an introvert when being introduced to new people, and it took a while to get out of your shell. The only reason you're here is because Dabin is finally meeting her boyfriend's friends, and she dragged you along for moral support.

A knock on the door slightly startles you, and you glance around the room wondering how many more people could possibly be showing up. There are already like 15 of you here. You turn to see who else has just arrived and when your eyes focus on one man, your breath is taken away. He's gorgeous… and the way he lively greets the host enchants you…

You swallow, trying to wet your dry throat as you silently watch him enter the home like he owns the place. Everyone shouts greetings or cheers as he approaches, clearly happy to see him. You feel a part of yourself shrinking as you take in his larger-than-life persona.

His eyes survey the room as he greets everyone, and when they fall on you, they light up with interest. He sends you a sweet smile that has your heart stuttering, and you know right then that this man is trouble.

"Y/N, this is our friend, Baekhyun."

Chanyeol’s voice still replays in your mind as you watch the same scenario unfold before your eyes. There's only one difference this time.

Baekhyun's not alone. His new girlfriend is with him.

Dabin had already warned you about her existence and the possibility that she'd be here tonight, so you were prepared for the most part. Dabin told you they've been together for a month and that it was still relatively new, but that didn't make it hurt any less. That did not mean that it didn't suck seeing them together. 

Forcing a light smile on your face, you allow yourself to meet Baekhyun's eyes. They brighten as they find you, much like they did the first time, but that luminesce quickly disappears after a moment. You can see he's holding himself back and making it clear that you're nothing but an old friend. Someone important, but not important enough.

He offers you a small smile in return before his hand reaches toward his girlfriend, and he finds her fingers. If you could crawl further into your body, you would, but you try not to let that show as your gaze falls to her.

She's stunning. A piece of art that looks perfect besides Baekhyun, and from everything Dabin has told you about her, it seems like her personality matches. Good. Baekhyun deserves someone that'll treat him magnificently. He deserves happiness.

The quiet murmurs behind you make you realize that everyone is watching this moment. Even if they're attempting to be subtle - which, you know if you turn around, they're anything but - it feels like the room is collectively holding its breath. They all knew this moment was coming, but none of them knew how to properly approach it, including Baekhyun, who looks just as hesitant as you feel.

His girlfriend steps toward you, breaking the tension in the room and pulling your attention to her. She holds her hand out to you and introduces herself, breaking Baekhyun out of his stupor, so he can finish the introduction. 

You lightly shake her hand, seeing no ill-will or malice in her gaze, and find yourself relaxing a bit. When you give her a genuine smile, you visibly see her shoulders relax. Obviously, she's extremely nervous to be meeting all of his friends like this. You knew exactly how that felt, so you didn't need to add any extra stress for her as the ex. You can put on a fake smile and pretend to be happy for their sake as well.

"Thank god that's over."

Chanyeol’s voice helps remove the rest of the tension in the room, and a couple people chuckle. You let a smile grace your face, but you're still focused on their presence, especially as they move to sit in the chair across from you. Baekhyun pats his lap for her to sit down. When she quickly glances around and realizes there aren't any other seats available, she sits down on his lap and gets comfortable. Much to your dismay, you see him wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. The sight is like a stab to your chest, but you push it away with all the rest of your emotions.

Except now that you're seeing him with your own eyes, it's like your brain wants to torture you. Flashes of important moments in your relationship repeat in your mind until you get to the one that you wish you could forget forever. The one you'd easily consider to be one of the worst moments of your life.

Baekhyun's hands are wrapped around yours, and the two of you are gripping and squeezing each other's hands like they're lifeboats keeping you afloat. Tears stream down both of your faces as you lean against each other on the couch.

This is the only solution. Both of you know it, yet, it's one of the hardest things you've ever done. The two of you love each other fiercely, but it feels like you're clasping and trying to hold on to something that just keeps slipping through your fingers. Neither of you wants to let go, but what else can you do? It's a heartbreaking case of the right person at the wrong time.

Between the stresses of work and school, trying to achieve your dreams, and keeping your families happy, your schedules are like night and day. Finding time to be with each other is becoming impossible. The two of you are like ships passing each other in the night. You know the other is there for you, but you rarely ever see them. You both hate it and curse it, but neither of you knows how to change it without compromising things you need or want. Even if being together is one of those things.

"I think it's time we let go," Baekhyun says, though it comes out as more of a sob.

You bite your bottom lip until you taste blood. This isn't what you want. This isn't what either of you want, but what other option is there? It's too hard to keep going on like this. You're too tired of trying to fight for something that doesn't seem like it's meant to be.

You nod because you know if you open your mouth, words won't be what comes out. A whine of someone who's in pain will kiss the air, and neither of you will have the strength to go through with this after. You'll continue being lonely and miserable instead.

Dabin accidentally bumps you, pulling you out of memories you hoped you had suppressed. The breakup was seven months ago, but it still hurts like it was yesterday. It still feels like you can't breathe when those memories resurface.

"Hey," Dabin gazes at you with concern. "You okay?"

You pull that same empty smile back on your face and nod. The sympathetic expression on hers tells you that it's obvious where you had gone in your head. She forces you to join the discussion with the others, probably hoping to distract you. 

Glancing at the faces around you, you allow their lively expressions and laughter-filled smiles to pull you from those upsetting memories. This is what you need to focus on. The here and now with the people you love and cherish.

Though once old group memories begin to get brought up, it's hard to separate your relationship with Baekhyun from your relationship with the group. They were so entwined and connected. There are no group memories without coupled Baekhyun and you, and you're gonna have to accept it and roll with the punches.

"Didn't Dabin threaten to beat Chanyeol up for that?"

"Girls must have a thing for threatening Chanyeol because I remember Y/N threatening him too," Jongdae answers Sehun in a roundabout way, causing Baekhyun to chime in.

"That was well deserved!"

Your mind flashes back to Junmyeon's birthday when the group was playing Truth or Dare in an attempt to get Junmyeon to embarrass himself. Jongin was on a health kick, and when Chanyeol saw an opportunity to mess with Baekhyun, he took it.

You repeat the word "please" in your head as Chanyeol looks for his next victim. He already made Jongdae eat some gross-ass thing he concocted, and you didn't want to be his next victim. If you choose truth, Chanyeol knows enough of your secrets that it could backfire on you.

"Baekhyun! Truth or Dare?"

Baekhyun meets his gaze with an unbothered expression. "Dare."

Chanyeol grins wickedly before standing up and walking to the bowl of salad Jongin brought. He reaches into the bowl, ignoring Jongin's protests about his dirty fingers, and pulls out a green circle.

"I dare you to eat this."

Snickers fill the air around you as you stare at the cut-up piece of cucumber. You quickly turn and look at Baekhyun, but his glare is leveled on Chanyeol. Everyone knew Baekhyun hated cucumbers and that this is the one dare he wouldn't do, including Chanyeol. 

"No."

"No? Then, I guess you better strip naked and run down the street to the police station."

Your eyes widen at Chanyeol’s second option. Junmyeon immediately protests, citing he doesn't want to see Baekhyun naked or arrested for indecent exposure, but Chanyeol ignores him completely. 

"I had to send a nude to my ex last time. Someone - besides me - is getting naked."

"We're grown adults," Sehun groans. "Why does anyone have to get naked?"

"So, my best friend either wants me dead or arrested," Baekhyun says with a deadpan expression.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic."

You sigh and try to remind Chanyeol that the goal tonight is to embarrass Junmyeon, not Baekhyun. "Chanyeol, just give him a different dare, or else we're all going to just sit here for the rest of the night."

Chanyeol and Baekhyun are already stubborn people, but the moment alcohol is added, their stubbornness increases tenfold. You know that if one of them doesn't cave soon, the game is over, and someone will be pissy the rest of the night. Chanyeol must've realized this too because you noticed him slowly moving towards Baekhyun, offending green food in hand.

"Chanyeol, if you go anywhere near him with that cucumber, I will shove it down your throat," you threaten. You may be halfway tired of the two idiots, but you’re always willing to defend your boyfriend.

Chanyeol freezes, and Baekhyun looks at him in disbelief before immediately searching for the closest object to him. Junmyeon sighs loudly as a remote flies toward Chanyeol, and Jongin pouts, softly murmuring about Chanyeol’s fingers in his salad.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, you shoot Chanyeol a sweet smile and say, "It's okay. We got payback at the gym."

Dabin snorts next to you. "I forgot you stole all of his clothes while he was in the shower."

"That was not funny! Those little towels they give you don't cover shit!" Chanyeol whines, still visibly perturbed by the memory.

Baekhyun laughs. "When he came out of the locker room trying to cover himself with them, I thought I was going to die of laughter." 

You and Baekhyun look at each other with wide smiles on your face. The trouble the two of you used to cause would drive the rest of the group nuts, but you both reveled in it. He was your partner-in-crime, and if the two of you could get away with something, you did it.

"God, the two of you were menaces together," Jongdae groans, causing Minseok to agree.

"They were quite the duo."

You both share soft smiles as you relive the pranks and mayhem you used to cause. The memories flood you with a warm feeling, and you suddenly wish you could go back in time and do it all over again, even if the outcome would still be the same. 

"It's a good thing you guys broke up because you're too powerful together," Chanyeol jokes but doesn't realize it falls flat. 

You fall silent, barely feeling Dabin shift closer to you so that your arms are against each other in a gesture of comfort. You feel eyes on you, and you look up to see both Junmyeon and Minseok looking at you with sympathy in their gaze. Minseok quickly looks away and changes the topic before it can get any more awkward, and you couldn't be more grateful.

Slowly, your eyes trail to Baekhyun, and it registers in your mind that he's gone silent as well. He looks deep in thought. Almost like the words affected him too. Like he wishes they never graced the air. Your eyes trail down to his hands, and you see him absent-mindedly playing with his girlfriend's fingers, something he did a thousand times with you.

You rip your gaze away as a sick feeling begins in your stomach, but not before Baekhyun notices your stare. You try to play it off, pulling Dabin into a side conversation until you feel his gaze drift away and take a deep breath. You can do this. You've got this.

Almost unwillingly, your eyes find their way back to Baekhyun. The sight before you has the air in your lungs vanishing and your heartbeat stuttering. Baekhyun leans toward his girlfriend as she leans back against him, and he kisses her lips softly. He kisses her like she's the most delicate and precious thing in this world, and it feels like your heart is being ripped from your chest.

The edges of your vision blacken. The couple is the only thing you can see, but it's almost like they're moving away from you, like you're seeing them but not really. A tiny whimper might have escaped your throat, but you're not sure. The only thing you're sure of is your fight or flight response kicking in, and you quickly choose the latter. 

You're on your feet and escaping the room before your brain can completely register it. The only thing you know is that you need to get away as soon as possible. You need to distance yourself from them.

The first viable option you find is the bathroom. You quickly duck into the small room and shut the door behind you, locking it and leaning against the hard wood. Air burns your lungs as you suck it back into your body, and you finally start to notice your eyes burning. Blinking rapidly, you try to calm yourself down and make sure no evidence of your near breakdown is visible on your face, though your exit was glaringly obvious.

You move to the counter and flatten your palms on it in an attempt to ground yourself. Mumbled voices reach your ears, and you can hear the worry and questioning behind them. Instant regret slams into you when you realize you have to go back out there and face everybody, face them. Your temporary escape was only that. Temporary. 

You thought you were prepared to face him, to see him with his girlfriend, and everything would be fine, but it's so far from the truth. You don't know if you can actually do this, but you have to try. For your friends. For Yixing. For yourself.

Working up the courage to go back out there, you take a few more steadying breaths and straighten your body. This is going to be embarrassing and awkward, but it'll pass. You'll make it through this night, and you'll never have to see Baekhyun and his girlfriend again if you don't want to… You almost hate yourself when you realize you'll gladly see Baekhyun again. No matter how much it hurts.

Coming up with a weak alibi, you flush the toilet and turn on the sink, pretending as if you went to the bathroom. You check your reflection as the water runs, making sure you're not splotchy and look normal. Once you're satisfied, you quickly wash your hands before shutting off the sink and drying them. You then swing open the bathroom door like everything's normal.

The conversation quiets down as you enter the room, and when nearly everyone is staring at you, you offer a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I really needed to use the restroom."

The looks on their faces tell you they don't believe you at all, but they kindly accept the lie and focus on something else. When you sit down, Dabin gives you a worried look, but you wave her off and do your best to focus on her conversation with Jongin. It takes all of your willpower to not look at the seat across from you. Especially when you feel two sets of eyes boring holes into the side of your face.

You continue on like that for the next hour. You talk to the people around you, let their conversations pull your attention, and avoid Baekhyun's area like the plague. You allow yourself to live in the lie that everything is okay - that you're okay. It works. Barely.

"Dang, the chips are gone," Kyungsoo looks mournfully at the empty bowl.

"Beer too," Sehun adds, looking just as sad.

Knowing there's more in the kitchen, you stand up and offer to grab some more. Yixing shoots you a grateful smile since he's in the middle of a phone call, and you wave him off. You could use the distraction. 

Walking into the kitchen, you take a moment to yourself before you move to the refrigerator and open it. You hear footsteps behind you and assume it's Yixing coming to help you, but when you turn to say something to him, you find out you're dead wrong.

Baekhyun stands in the doorway, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans as he lightly nibbles on his bottom lip. Your heart slams against your ribcage as you take in the sight of him, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"How are you?" He quietly asks.

It takes a moment for you to find your voice. "I'm okay… How are you?"

Baekhyun looks unsure of your words, but he's no longer in a position to question them, so he slowly nods. "I'm good."

"Good," you mumble, happy that he appears to be doing better than you. It'd almost hurt more to see him suffering like you are.

When words fail both of you, you put a fake smile on your face and say, "It's great we were all able to get together today."

Baekhyun's expression appears pained. Partially because it's sad that this is where the two of you are now, but also because you know he can see that you're hurting. Baekhyun always knew how you felt almost before you did, but you aren't going to allow that to be on his conscience. You both agreed to separate. He doesn't need to be punished because he found happiness again.

"Yeah," he clears his throat. "It's great to see everyone."

You hum and turn away from him, pulling the drinks out of the refrigerator so you can focus on something else. Something other than the most beautiful man in the universe staring at you like you're his favorite broken toy, and he doesn't know how to put you back together even though he desperately wants to.

"Are you okay?" He finally asks.

Your eyes fall closed, and you steady your breathing before you face him again. In the most believable voice you can manage, you say, "I'm fine."

"Don't…" He immediately says, shaking his head. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Your voice comes out a little breathless due to the intensity behind his eyes.

The pained expression is clear on his face now. "Don't lie to me. Don't try to put on some face with me to save my feelings."

"Baekhyun, I'm not - "

"Please…" His voice cracks and that paired with the honest and raw expression in his pleading eyes is nearly your undoing.

You can't do this. You can't tell him the truth, but you can't lie either. Not to Baekhyun. You've never lied to him before, and he knew you like the back of his hand anyway. He'd know you weren't being honest. It didn't matter, though, because you can't tell him how you really feel. You can't tell him and upend his new world. You won't.

You open your mouth to speak, but he's quick to cut you off. "Don't lie to me, either… I know you. I know you're… hurting."

Debating the ramifications, you meet his pleading stare with an honest one of your own. This could be your one chance to tell him how you feel. Even if it doesn't change anything. Even if he acknowledges it and walks away, at least you told him…

"It hurts…" Your voice breaks. "It hurts seeing you be like that with someone else. It almost hurts to breathe in your presence, and it kills me to not be by your side because I am still so in love with you… so deeply in love with you that I'm scared I'll never be over you."

Your words nearly end on a sob, and you're amazed that you're able to get that much out. That you somehow found the strength to push them from your mouth.

Baekhyun's face is a mixture of surprise and shock. He knew you were hurting, but you don't think he knew how you were still in love with him. How much it hurt seeing him and his girlfriend today. A look of pure anguish and grief takes over his features, and you realize he has no idea what to say or do. He didn't expect any of that to come out when he asked if you were okay. Maybe an "It's hard" but certainly not "I'm still deeply in love with you".

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. What can you even say to something like that? You immediately feel ashamed and like an idiot. He has a freaking girlfriend. She's right down the hallway for goodness sake! He's moved on. He doesn't still love you, and you should've kept your mouth shut like you originally planned.

"I'm so sorry," you blurt out. "I shouldn't have said anything."

You quickly move past him, trying to get away from what just happened, all while repeating how sorry you are for saying anything. Though, before you get past him and free of the kitchen, he grabs your arm and stops you.

"Wait."

"I shouldn't have said any of that."

"Will you please just let me talk?" His voice is more serious than you've ever heard it.

You squeeze your eyes shut. "I'm sorry. I know you've moved on. I should've kept it to myself."

"No, you shouldn't have." His grip tightens on your arm. "Now, will you just give me a moment to talk?"

Your eyes find his as tears threaten to leak from them. It's completely selfish not wanting to listen to what he has to say, especially after everything that just fell from your lips, but you can't be broken up with twice. You can't be rejected again, even if the first time was mutual. The first time nearly broke you. You didn't know if you'd survive a second time.

Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you shake your head and back away from him, preparing for your getaway. "I'm sorry… I can't."

Baekhyun's Pov

Baekhyun stands completely dumbfounded in the kitchen. Your words replay over and over in his head until he feels like he is in some sort of sick dream.

He's wanted to hear those words from you nearly every day since the breakup. Dreamt of it dozens of times throughout the months, and he considers pinching himself to make sure he's not dreaming right now. To make sure that you really just told him you're still in love with him. The person he had fallen so head-over-heels for it had knocked the breath out of him. 

You still love him… but… he has a girlfriend now…

The feeling of being ripped open cracks his chest, and Baekhyun doesn't know if he's ever been more torn in his life. You're you. You're everything, but it didn't work out the first time, so why should he be stupid enough to think it'd work a second time? Especially when there hasn't been much change in either of your circumstances. 

His girlfriend is amazing. Thoughtful, caring, giving… She makes him happy. She helped him come back from the darkness he felt when the two of you broke up. Helped him realize he could find someone to be happy with again, but she also wasn't you.

He sighs, having absolutely zero clue of what he should do. The tiniest part of him wishes he never asked, wishes he never knew your true feelings. That's just the selfish part of him that doesn't want to inevitably hurt someone he cares about.

It was already hard enough being here in your presence and having to relive old memories. Now, he has no idea what to expect as he walks out of the kitchen and back to the main room. He's unsure if he should look at you or not, but as he passes you, his eyes try to find yours regardless. He silently begs you to look at him, but you refuse. Your eyes are laser-focused on Yixing as he talks, but Baekhyun is positive you have no idea what he's saying. You're so still. He knows you're waiting for the hammer to fall down. 

Baekhyun sits down, his girlfriend finding her way back on his lap again, and now all he can think about is how this sight might be killing you. If he were in your position, he had no idea what he would do. All he knew was that it wouldn't be pretty. He takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, causing his girlfriend to look back at him curiously. He flashes her a smile and decides to push your words out of his head and focus on the present.

That would be a lot easier if your actions didn't keep drawing his attention right back to you. Every time you speak or laugh, his eyes are drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He can't stop himself, and he's unsure if he even wants to.

You're just as beautiful as he remembered. Just as eloquent and lively as before, but he can see the difference in you, no matter how much you try to hide it. You're hurting, just as bad as he was, if not even more. Baekhyun feels sick at the thought. He thought the breakup would help you both, but it's clear it had the opposite effect. It destroyed you instead.

Your words continue to repeat in his head like a broken record. He knew how much it cost you to speak those words. To admit to being in pain and scared. To admit to being in love with him still… and it'd be a blatant lie for him to say he doesn't still have feelings for you.

The moment he heard those words from you, he wanted to take you back immediately. He wanted to pretend the breakup was just a nightmare and go back to the way things were. He almost told you he still loved you too, so much that the thought you felt even an inkling of the same electrified him. If you hadn't stopped him, if you had allowed him to talk, the two of you would probably be making up for lost time right now.

Shifting on his lap catches his attention, and he looks away from you to see his girlfriend watching him. Guilt threatens to drown him. None of this is fair to her. She doesn't deserve to have her boyfriend focused on someone else. She deserves the world, and Baekhyun is just now realizing he can't give it to her. He can't give her all of him because you still hold such a massive piece in your hands.

"What happened in there?" She softly asks.

Baekhyun's entire being freezes. He has no idea what to say. He barely even knows what to think himself, but he certainly knows that now isn't the time for this conversation. The two of them needed to talk in private, so for now, he'd play it off and act like everything is fine.

"Nothing," he gives her a soft smile. "We were just catching up is all."

Her eyebrows raise, and he knows she's smarter than that. She knows there's more to it.

"You both came out looking like different people."

Her words startle him. He hadn't realized how transparent he was being. Do they all know that something is going on? Is it written on your faces?

"Let's talk about it later," he says as gently as he can. 

His girlfriend pauses for a moment before she says, "She still loves you, doesn't she?"

His breath escapes him, and he looks at her in surprise. If he felt like he was drowning earlier, a tidal wave was now crashing down on top of him too. Any chance of a lifeboat coming in and telling him everything will be okay is minuscule. How did she know?

She only nods, like the answer is clear to her. "And you?"

A tight feeling in his chest rises to his attention, and he has to remind himself to breathe. He doesn't want to hurt her. That's the absolute last thing he wants, but his silence gives her the answer she needs.

She turns away from him, slightly nodding to herself as she processes the information he didn't mean to give her yet. When she looks back at him, he sees acceptance on her face, almost like she expected this to eventually happen. A small smile and slightly watery eyes meet his gaze, and Baekhyun wants to pull her into the tightest hug. She doesn't deserve this.

She leans toward him and kisses his cheek before lowly murmuring, "Don't let her get away this time."

Before Baekhyun can even respond, she stands up from his lap. When people turn to look at her, she smiles and then turns to Yixing, thanking him for his hospitality. After that, she turns to the door and walks out, not only of Yixing's house but of Baekhyun's life.

A few people glance at him curiously, but all he offers them is a small smile. Even though he's feeling anything but calm. He's completely dumbfounded. Again. He's shocked by her actions, relieved that she gave him an out without so much as a word, and guilty for feeling relieved. 

Baekhyun didn't know if he'd ever be able to do what she just did, but it completely fits her personality. Her soft and selfless nature, which only caused his guilt to grow, but… this is exactly what he wanted. He knew he couldn't be with her. He didn't want to be because of you.

He carefully watches you, and though you're trying your absolute best not to look over at him, he can tell you're dying to know what just happened. He thinks over your relationship, the small moments he deeply cherished, and all of the light and laughter you brought to his life… All the hell of not being able to see and spend time with each other was worth it for all those little moments you had together. He's still deeply in love with you too.

Y/N’s POV

Curiosity is getting the better of you. You're dying to know why Baekhyun's girlfriend left. Did she have somewhere else to be? It didn't look like they fought or anything. In fact, she kissed him on the cheek before she left. Surely, everything is okay between them… There's no way Baekhyun told her what you said, right? 

You try to focus on Jongdae and Kyungsoo's conversation, but your mind is too busy running wild with possibilities and theories. You made a mistake telling Baekhyun your real feelings, didn't you? That's why she left, isn't it? No, that doesn't make sense. Why would that cause her to leave? It's not Baekhyun's fault how you feel, and it's not like he feels the same. 

Well, you assume not, but you didn't exactly give him a chance to speak on anything you said. You tucked your tail and ran like your life depended on it. Baekhyun moved on, though, so you are assuming you're correct. Then again, you know what they say about assumptions…

You keep glancing over at Baekhyun, but he never looks your way. Actually, he barely looks at anyone. He just looks deep in thought as he stares at the armrest of Chanyeol’s chair. It drives you absolutely insane that nobody speaks about what happened. Your friends are some of the nosiest people you know, and you know they're dying to find out why Baekhyun looks spaced out and his girlfriend left.

As the night wraps up, you say your goodbyes, giving the people you don't see often extra tight hugs, especially Yixing. After making him promise not to be gone so long next time, you glance around the room to make sure you got everyone. When you spot Baekhyun talking to Junmyeon, you debate for a total of 10 seconds if you're going to say goodbye or once again tuck your tail and run. You choose the latter. 

Grabbing your things, you exit Yixing's house, thinking you made a clean getaway when you suddenly hear a "wait" from behind. You freeze on the front porch, knowing that voice all too well. When you turn around, you see Baekhyun running toward you, almost breathless.

The determination in his eyes startles you, and when he takes a step toward you, you almost take a step back. Managing to stay still, you allow Baekhyun to reach down and take your slightly trembling hands in his. You look at him with wide eyes, your voice gone as you wait for him to say something. Anything.

"I still love you too," he says, eyes searching yours. "We made a mistake breaking up. We should've stuck it out together, living in those short moments of bliss when we could make time for each other. If I had known we'd both be miserable, I never would've allowed it to happen. When it was just me… I could handle it, but I can't handle you being unhappy too."

Your mouth parts in shock, and you search his face to try and understand if this is really happening. These are the words you've wanted to hear from Baekhyun for months. You want nothing more than to be with him again, but… it's no use. There hasn't been any change in your lives. Maybe you're slightly less busy, but it wouldn't make much of a difference. 

"Baekhyun… Those words mean everything to me, but…" you whisper, "nothing has changed…"

"Can you really walk away when we both know that the other's hurting? When we both know what the other wants?"

Could you? Walking away the first time was hard enough. Now, you know what both sides of the coin look like, and you know you'd rather suffer the time you have to be apart just for those little moments. You want to be with him. Desperately. Without him, you're half the person you used to be.

"No…" you whisper, searching his eyes. 

He can read the feelings on your face loud and clear. His hands drop yours and come up to cup your face. He pulls you toward him, meeting your lips halfway. You immediately open yourself to let him in, and he takes advantage, tongue swiping against yours feverishly. The both of you pour your entire souls into the kiss, letting the other know all the things you want to say but don't know how to word. Suddenly, it's like everything clicks into place.

A pounding sound startles you apart, and you both turn to see your friends banging against the glass of the window that overlooks the porch. A couple of them cheer while others continue to pound on the glass with happy smiles on their faces. 

A grin overtakes your mouth, and you glance at Baekhyun to see he's wearing a matching one. His eyes twinkle as he looks at you before he pulls you back to him and kisses you just as passionately as before. The two of you put on a show for your friends, who eat up every second of it, and everything feels right again. 

Baekhyun pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. You breathe in each other's air as he happily stares into your eyes.

"I'm never letting go of you again."

#i still love you love

[biaswreckingfics]

Me rn:

Merry Dancer

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: Fae!AU, Angst

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death/killing

Summary: Being captured by a fae was not in your plans. Especially when that fae is a member of the notorious Night Court. When a second fae attempts to steal you from him, the last thing you expect is to team up with your captor... That is until he tells you the only way to save your lives is to bind them together.

~ A part of the Thrill of the Hunt collab hosted by @cultofdionysusnet ~

A flash of green streaks past your closed eyes, causing you to jerk your head back into the wooden wall you’re propped against. Pain momentarily stuns you as you blink open your eyes and try to reorient yourself. A little ball of green light hovers by your face, watching you, and you almost get the sense that it’s laughing. However, you can’t be sure because the ball of light is incapable of communicating. You think. Looking past the glowing orb, you see its floating counterpart on the other side of the room, hovering next to him.

The fae that stole you.

The fae that’s currently rolling his eyes and shaking his head in your direction.

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the wall, ignoring the painful twinge you initially feel. This is all bullshit. This entire predicament you’re in is pure and utter bullshit. You can’t believe you’ve let this happen.

The cry of an injured animal catches your attention. You whip your head toward the direction of the sound and spot something furry and low to the ground through the trees. Taking a few steps toward it, you cautiously approach the beige ball of fluff, carelessly stepping off the path.

The moment you get close, it darts deeper into the woods. Following it, you twist and turn through the trees until you’ve not only lost the animal, but you’ve lost the path you were walking on. In an attempt to find it again, you retrace your steps, but you’re so twisted and turned that you have no idea where you are.

Everything looks the same.

After an hour passes of you aimlessly wandering around, you plop down onto the forest floor and try to regroup. Walking around in circles isn’t going to help you. It’s only going to pull you deeper into the woods. Maybe you can climb up and get a higher vantage point to see where you are?

You glance up at the trees around you, quickly noting how thick they get the higher they go. You’d be able to climb, but seeing through the leaves and growth would be relatively impossible. Nixing that option in favor of keeping your strength, you give yourself a moment to rest.

What’d they say about moss growing on trees? It grows on the north side? It points to the north side? Ugh, you whine in frustration. Whose stupid idea was it for you to come out here and pick berries? You don’t even know which ones are poisonous and which ones aren’t!

A flash of yellow in your peripheral vision causes you to quickly turn, but it’s gone before you can see it. Finding it odd but not cause for alarm, you forget about it until you see it again. This time, it’s on your other side.

Slowly, you stand up and try to work it through your mind. It was probably a bird… or a butterfly. Something harmless. Though, when you see it a third time, you notice it’s… glowing? Furrowing your brows, you walk toward the tree you saw it dart behind. Just as you’re about to peek around the trunk at whatever it is, it pops out directly in front of your face.

Startled, you step back. The yellow - definitely glowing - ball of light flutters back and forth in front of your face. All you can do is gape at it as it flickers and hovers in front of you. There are no distinguishable features. It looks just like a light bulb but with less of a discernible shape.

Nothing about it seems dangerous or threatening, so you relax your posture. It’s actually kind of cute… You lift your hand up toward it to see what it does. If it’ll be cautious like a cat or throw caution to the wind. It moves just out of your reach, but as soon as you put your arm back down, it gets closer.

It’s not scared of you, but it doesn’t particularly want you to touch it, either.

A moment later, a second one pops out from behind a tree. Your eyes widen as you look between the two glowing orbs. What are these things, and why are they so cute?

A branch snaps behind you, and you quickly glance back. Nothing immediately catches your attention except for the fact that the woods lay silent. Not a single peep from a bird or scurry from a squirrel can be heard. It even seems like the trees have stopped swaying.

A creeping feeling of alarm crawls up your neck. You survey your surroundings, making sure not to move an inch. Something is out there. Your senses are screaming it at you, but what are you going to do? You can’t outrun a wild animal, and if it’s anything else…

One of the orbs circles your head, pulling your attention to it. When it darts behind you, you turn your head to follow it. The light is only feet away from you. The second ball is even further away into the trees. At first, you assume they’re scared of something, but as the light next to you moves closer, then further away, you realize something.

They want you to follow them.

Shuffling behind you has you whipping back around. This time, you spot a shadow disappear behind a tree. Deciding to take your chances with the lights, you take off after them.

They bob and weave through the trees as you follow them, but they make sure to never get too far ahead of you. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest while you run after them. A heady mix of exertion and fear causes the organ to slam into your ribcage.

Branches snap behind you, and though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back. A dark figure that you can only see for seconds at a time bounds behind you. Facing forward, you try to focus on your foot placement. Tripping and falling would be the same as offering yourself up on a silver platter.

The following minutes feel like the longest moments of your life. They seem endless, and your body is quickly growing tired. One infuriating thing you notice is that your follower is still well and truly there. It hasn’t given up, and it hasn’t fallen back, which leads you to a terrifying thought…

It hasn’t gotten closer, either.

Surely, if it was an animal, it’d have given up or gotten you by now. This thing feels like it’s playing with you. Like it’s enjoying the thrill of the hunt… Just like a fae would.

Almost as if it can hear your thoughts, the footsteps get closer, becoming quicker and gaining ground. You throw whatever energy you have left into your feet and try to run faster. It works for a moment, but then, your feet start to sink.

You have no choice but to slow down as the ground becomes wet and spongy. You consider carrying on, but your next step has your body sinking into the mossy ground. When you take another step, and the same thing happens, you debate the advantage of trying to dredge through, but that’s when you notice something.

Your foot is stuck, and it’s not just the one. They both are.

Panic claws at your throat as you try to get out, but it’s no use. It feels like you’re suction cupped to the ground. What the hell is this stuff?

“The bog? Really?”

A deep voice from behind you has your entire being frozen. Your follower… Somehow, you had almost forgotten.

“You know how much I hate this wretched stench.”

Confusion has you twisting your upper body around to face the being. Once you spot him, you have to work to keep your mouth from falling open. A man taller than you surveys the bog with distaste, but that’s not what has you in awe. It’s his appearance. With brownish-red hair and high cheekbones, the man before you has to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His eyes even appeared to sparkle in the rapidly diminishing evening sky. However, before you can get lost in his beauty, it dawns on you that he’s talking to someone.

Glancing past him, you don’t see anyone else, and bewilderment quickly grows. Who was he talking to? He clearly was –

The two glowing lights pass on each side of you, heading to the newcomer. You watch in silent fascination as they dance around his lithe body. He softly smiles at the lights, and you recognize the look of admiration on his face. That’s when it hits you. They’re with him… and they just led you into his trap.

Coming back to the present, you can’t help but think about how easily you were caught. It’s pathetic, really. You barely even put up a fight, and it’s embarrassing. You literally just followed two glowing orbs through the woods. Insert eye roll here.

When you open your eyes, you find the lights swirling around the fae. They bounce in a way you would almost describe as happy, but you’re unsure if they have feelings and emotions. All you know is that they like to be around the fae.

If you had to guess, you’d say they were a part of him or maybe he controlled them. Especially since the three beings appear to be connected. The lights, which were yellow when you encountered them, change color on a whim. Often when your fae captor seems to experience emotion.

When you first arrived at his home, something had greatly saddened the fae. You didn’t pay close attention, as you were looking for a way to loosen your bonds, but that’s when you noticed the lights were blue. Then later, when the fae had gotten pissed off at your incessant begging to be let go, they turned red. Since then, you’ve seen a myriad of colors floating around the room.

As of right now, besides the colorful moods, all you know about your captor is what you see. A tall, lithe body with pale skin. Dark hair that is swept over his forehead, and eyes the color of tree bark. You can’t get a grip on his voice because he barely speaks. The most you’ve heard from him is monosyllabic responses, and those were mostly to his lights.

You, on the other hand, he barely acknowledges. When you ask him what he wants and why he has kidnapped you, he only seems exasperated. A part of you isn’t even sure if he knows why he took you. It’s like he wanted the chase. He wanted to catch you and scare you, and now that he has, he has no idea what to do with you... or maybe he just plans on keeping you here forever like some living trophy. By your best guess, you’ve been here for nearly a week, and all those days have been you tied up in a corner, watching him and his lights.

There has got to be a way for you to get out of here. You’ve tested the bonds, though, and unless by some miracle you find something sharp near you, you don’t know how you’ll get out of them. Not to mention, you’re in the middle of the forest. If you did escape, he’d probably send his lights after you again. Actually, maybe he liked the chase so much, that’s exactly what he’s waiting for.

The sudden silence has you refocusing on the fae. His body, which has mostly appeared graceful, is suddenly tense and rigid. His entire being seems alert, nearly predatory, and you have a feeling this is exactly how he looked when he spotted you in the woods.

Someone – or something – must be near his home. While a small part of you feels hopeful that it’s someone who can help you, the logical part of you quickly squashes that feeling. No human would be out here. It’s not likely. What is likely is another fae is encroaching on his territory. Another threat.

The front door flies open, splintering wood into pieces that scatter all over you and the kitchen. You tuck your head, hoping to avoid the impact, but chunks of wood still smack into you. The next moment is pure chaos.

A brute of a fae enters your captor’s house. His golden skin is bright, making his muscles appear less defined, but you aren’t stupid. This fae is three times the size of yours. While the captor may have speed on his side, he’ll be no match for his challenger. Which means you need to figure out a way to get out of here before he discovers you tied up like a stuffed pig.

Searching the broken pieces of wood around you, you find a splintered piece with sharp and jagged points by your toes. You immediately start scooting it to you with your bound feet. Once it’s close enough, you pick it up and find an angle that works for your tied hands. Gripping the piece tightly, you begin to saw at the rope and vines holding you securely in place.

The sound of two bodies colliding causes you to flinch, but you refuse to look away from your task. The grunts and commotion of things breaking cause your panic to heighten. You push at your ties with every ounce of strength you have, and nearly cry with relief when a vine breaks.

The two fae fight mercilessly with each other, holding nothing back. Glass shatters somewhere near you as a lean body goes sailing past. You pause in your work long enough to find your captor on the floor and the brute approaching you. A cry leaves you as you quicken your pace. Realization hits you that you’re the reason the fae broke in here.

Suddenly, a lithe body launches through the air, and your body deflates with relief. Another vine around your ankles snaps, leaving only a half-frayed rope left. With renewed determination, you work at that rope until it falls apart.

Free, you jump up from your spot and run for the door. The two are locked in such a heated battle that you’re unsure they even see your escape. As soon as you burst into the fresh air, you put all your focus into moving your feet as swiftly as possible. Ignoring the urge to look back at your dungeon or look around for help.

Nobody in these woods would help you. Your best bet is to run as far away as possible and then come up with a game plan.

About 100 yards into your running, a roar sounds out from behind you, causing your heart to thump painfully in your chest. A whimper escapes your lips, but you clamp your mouth closed to keep any other noises at bay. For some reason, everything in you is screaming that the brute is the one who made that noise, and that terrifies you more than anything.

Branches crash, and you quickly realize there isn’t enough distance between you and the cabin. He’ll reach you soon, and then you’re really screwed. Even though your sides cramp painfully, you push whatever little energy you have left into your run.

A streak of red flies past your vision before it suddenly stops. When a second red orb comes flying at it, you almost collapse with an odd relief. The lights. Your captor.

In any other circumstance, those words would terrify you, but if you had to choose between the two fae, you’re going to choose the one that hasn’t hurt you. Not the one that busted down a door and attacked another fae to apparently get to you. Devil you know, and all that.

The lights keep pace with you, giving you a sort of comfort. Even though you can still hear the fae behind you. For a moment, you wonder if it’s your captor chasing you, but then you remember how stealthy and quiet he had been the first time.

A figure suddenly appears before you in a flash of white light, giving you zero time to stop. You plow into his surprisingly hard body and look into the eyes of your captor, his hands reaching for your arms to steady you. He searches your face only for a moment before his eyes dart to the noise behind you. With furrowed brows, he grips you tightly. Then, there’s nothing.

It feels like you’re floating. Like you’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The only solid thing you feel is him. Then, it’s over as quickly as it started.

Once the earth is solid beneath your feet again, it’s like your vision all comes back at once. Your captor looks at you like he’s waiting for you to orient yourself. When he feels you’re good enough, he drops his hands and steps away. Taking a moment to look around, you realize you’re no longer standing where you once stood.

You’re still in the forest, and you would almost guess you were in the same spot except for two things. One, the crashing sound of branches snapping is no longer behind you. Two, there’s a small clearing just a few trees ahead. One you’ve never seen before. One you magically “poofed” to.

“Did we just teleport?” you ask, having heard whispers about the magic before.

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”

His dry response catches you off guard, or maybe it’s the fact that he spoke at all. His voice is deep and soft and not what you expected. When he turns to face his orbs, you examine him.

His clothes are ripped from the brawl and dried blood cakes his hands. There are also splatters on his face and neck that you missed in the middle of your magical journey. Yet, he didn’t have any visible marks on him. Either he heals super-fast, or he fights better than you gave him credit for.

“Who was that?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask his name in the middle of him destroying my home,” he sarcastically responds before spitting out, “He was another fae.”

His monotone response causes a spike of irritation, and you grunt out a “No shit.”

Finally, he faces you, and you can see the spark of intrigue buried in his eyes. He cocks his head as he appraises you. “So, you do have bite after all.”

“Have you been waiting for me to throw sassy remarks at you while being tied up in your kitchen?”

“I was waiting for you to do something,” he shrugs. Freaking shrugs.

Pushing down your anger, you ask, “I suppose you’re waiting for me to do something now?”

“Actually, at the moment, I’m waiting to see if the fae can track us.”

That causes your anger to rapidly fade. You thought once you teleported, that was the end. The fae wouldn’t be able to follow you, and you’d only have to deal with your captor.

“Can he?”

“We’ll find out,” he says in the most bored tone you’ve ever heard.

We’ll find out. We’ll. Find. Out. You know what? You’re starting to hope your captor tries to abduct you again because you’re going to find the closest sharp object and stab him with it.

“I’m thrilled you’re so blasé about this.” When he completely ignores you, you consider kicking him in his long ass legs. “I’m guessing he was after me then? Since you two didn’t seem so friendly.”

“Really? You mean friends don’t burst through your door and start kicking the shit out of you? Weird.”

A shriek of frustration works its way up your throat. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“Then stop asking me questions.”

Without thinking, you step forward and do exactly what you were fantasizing about doing. Your foot connects with the side of his leg, causing him to grunt, but that’s it.

He looks down at his pants before his gaze travels up to your face. An eyebrow raises as he asks, “Is that really the best you’ve got?”

“I’m going to stab you.”

A smirk grows on his face. “Don’t get me excited.”

“You’re insufferable!”

He raises his arms to the side and says, “Welcome to the Oidhche Court.”

Oidhche. The Night Court.

Of course. Of course, it’d be a member of the Night Court that abducts you. The court that views humans as playthings. The unruly and unpredictable court that rarely ever plays by the rules. The true psychopaths of the fae world.

How lucky for you.

“I can tell by your face that you’ve heard of us.”

“Of course, I have. They tell us horror stories about your kind to scare the children.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Though I must admit… You haven’t seemed entirely deranged so far.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please, human. Tell me more of what you know about the fae.”

Exasperated, you turn away from him and start walking away. Your eyes spot the clearing, and you make a clear march towards it. Even though you know he has zero intentions of letting you go.

“I wouldn’t put yourself out in the open like that,” he calls after you.

“Why? Is a fae going to come and take me?” You throw over your shoulder. “Or better yet, maybe two of them will fight over me!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath, which would cause you to laugh in any other circumstance. Maybe a ghost of a smile pulls at your lips, but it’s quickly wiped when a flash of white followed by your captor stands in front of you, blocking your way.

“There are a lot of bigger and scarier things than me in this forest. I would tread carefully, human.”

You throw your hands up. “Well, are we just going to stand here? Are we waiting for that other fae to show up with open arms?”

He smirks at you, and you consider wiping it off his face when his lights – which you now notice are purple – begin swirling around the two of you. While you watch in confusion, you notice the fae is eyeing them with pursed lips.

“What are they?”

The fae glances at you before looking back at the lights. “They’re called Merry Dancers.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, you ask, “Are they sentient?”

“They’re a part of me,” he quietly says as he gazes at them with a look you can only describe as fond. “They were born with me, and they will die with me.”

You can’t decide if that is a beautiful or painful notion. The beings you love and cherish cease existing when you do… However, now it made sense why they changed colors based on his emotions. They’re an extension of himself.

“They’re cute.”

His nose wrinkles in disgust. “Nothing in the Night Court is ‘cute’.”

“Whatever,” you mutter as you watch the two dancers begin floating around each other. They bob and weave, sometimes clashing like they’re playing together. That’s when you decide that the word “merry” fits them perfectly. They seem downright joyful. Even going as far as to give you a warm feeling in your chest.

“So, what are you called then?” You turn to the fae.

“I thought you knew all about us in the Night Court?”

Shaking your head, you decide you don’t care. You’ll just keep referring to him as your captor. You’re unsure why you’re even trying to get him to talk in the first place. The thought of making him feel empathy for you dwindles every time he opens his mouth.

“I am what is called a Candela,” he offers. “I’m a creature of light and shadow, but you can call me Beomgyu if you must.”

Immediately, you begin wracking your brain for information about Candelas, but nothing comes to mind. You recall hearing about a being that can traverse both this world and the Shadow World because of their powers, but whether that’s him or not, you have no idea.

“Well, Beomgyu, is there any way that we can stop this fae from coming after me? Unless you plan on giving me to him when he shows up?”

His nostrils flare as he growls out, “You. Are. Mine. No other fae is allowed to touch you.”

You take an involuntary step back as his eyes darken to a blackness that is entirely void of light. He looks animalistic. Purely a predator. Then, you remember how territorial fae become over their property, which is exactly what you are now.

“Okay,” you quietly respond before taking a deep breath. You have no plans of staying with him, but you certainly aren’t going to let some other fae take you, either. For the time being, your partners. “So, how do we stop him?”

It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but when he does, he says, “There are only two ways to stop him. I kill him, or the two of us bond our lives together.”

You open your mouth to ask, but he quickly cuts you off. “I would rather die than bond to a human, so that’s not an option.”

That’s fine with you because there’s not a single part of you that wants to be bound to a fae for the rest of your existence, but the other option didn’t quite work either. “I thought it was against your laws to kill each other?”

Beomgyu’s smile is feral. “I’m a member of the Oidhche Court, remember? Do you think I give a fuck about rules?”

While the Night Court’s attitude strictly leaned toward “screw the rules and screw you”, you knew they adhered to the laws just like the other two courts did. They may actively dislike them and find loopholes around most things, but they’re not going to outright break the law.

“While I’m sure you don’t, I know most of you will hesitate to break them.” You stubbornly jut out your chin like you know you’re right, but it’s a bluff.

“There you go thinking you know everything about the fae again.” He rolls his eyes, and you glare at him.

“Fine. Kill him. I don’t care what happens to you.”

Beomgyu smirks. “Thank you for your blessing.”

Though a dozen snarky comments work their way through your mind, you keep them to yourself as he turns toward his dancers. You watch as the two brightly colored orbs begin to dim and blend into the surrounding forest. When they both shoot off in different directions, you send Beomgyu a questioning look.

“They’re searching for safe areas.”

A brow raises. “You sent them to do recon?”

The corner of Beomgyu’s lips tilt up. “They’re here for more than just looking pretty. They serve a multitude of purposes.”

“How do you know what they’re doing or where they are?”

“I can feel them,” he says as he closes his eyes and focuses.

Silently, you watch him as he does whatever it is he’s doing. His brows furrow once or twice, but mostly, he stays still. After a couple minutes pass, a smirk breaks out on his face, and he opens his eyes.

“The fae is – “

Beomgyu’s eyes widen a fraction of a second before he drops to his knees, yelling in agony. Startled, you drop to your knees with him and try to figure out what’s happening. Are you under attack? Did someone get him from behind?

His body falls the rest of the way to the ground. Once he’s flat, he curls into the fetal position, and you take a couple of seconds to scan his backside. It doesn’t look like he’s injured, so what the hell is happening?

With a contorted face, he rocks on the ground, making sounds somewhere between a groan and a whimper. If you weren’t in the middle of the forest - where anyone could attack you - you’d take a moment to process your shock of seeing one of the strong, otherworldly fae in such a vulnerable state, but you don’t have the time. He needs to keep you alive. At the moment, he’s all you have to keep you safe from the other fae.

“Beomgyu? What’s happening?” You ask as you hesitantly reach for his shoulder. His entire body shakes under your touch. “How can I help you?”

It takes him a couple of tries before he gets out, “You can’t”.

A dim blue ball of light flashes past your vision and comes to rest on top of Beomgyu’s side. In the near week you’ve been with the dancers, you’ve never seen them rest once. They’re always zipping around like little balls of energy. This is the first time you’ve seen one so dim and lifeless, and a horrible thought strikes you.

The feeling emanating from the pair… The blue light of the dancer and Beomgyu’s near crippledness… The fact that the second dancer is nowhere to be seen leads you to one heartbreaking conclusion.

The other Merry Dancer is gone.

... To be continued.

#thank you for reading and sharing 🥺❤️ #i had so much fun writing their banter!!

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Topaz!! You're gonna make me blush 🫣🫣 I had a lot of fun writing this story!! The banter, the background... Thank you for letting me join the collab!!

Merry Dancer

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: Fae!AU, Angst

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death/killing

Summary: Being captured by a fae was not in your plans. Especially when that fae is a member of the notorious Night Court. When a second fae attempts to steal you from him, the last thing you expect is to team up with your captor... That is until he tells you the only way to save your lives is to bind them together.

~ A part of the Thrill of the Hunt collab hosted by @cultofdionysusnet ~

A flash of green streaks past your closed eyes, causing you to jerk your head back into the wooden wall you’re propped against. Pain momentarily stuns you as you blink open your eyes and try to reorient yourself. A little ball of green light hovers by your face, watching you, and you almost get the sense that it’s laughing. However, you can’t be sure because the ball of light is incapable of communicating. You think. Looking past the glowing orb, you see its floating counterpart on the other side of the room, hovering next to him.

The fae that stole you.

The fae that’s currently rolling his eyes and shaking his head in your direction.

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the wall, ignoring the painful twinge you initially feel. This is all bullshit. This entire predicament you’re in is pure and utter bullshit. You can’t believe you’ve let this happen.

The cry of an injured animal catches your attention. You whip your head toward the direction of the sound and spot something furry and low to the ground through the trees. Taking a few steps toward it, you cautiously approach the beige ball of fluff, carelessly stepping off the path.

The moment you get close, it darts deeper into the woods. Following it, you twist and turn through the trees until you’ve not only lost the animal, but you’ve lost the path you were walking on. In an attempt to find it again, you retrace your steps, but you’re so twisted and turned that you have no idea where you are.

Everything looks the same.

After an hour passes of you aimlessly wandering around, you plop down onto the forest floor and try to regroup. Walking around in circles isn’t going to help you. It’s only going to pull you deeper into the woods. Maybe you can climb up and get a higher vantage point to see where you are?

You glance up at the trees around you, quickly noting how thick they get the higher they go. You’d be able to climb, but seeing through the leaves and growth would be relatively impossible. Nixing that option in favor of keeping your strength, you give yourself a moment to rest.

What’d they say about moss growing on trees? It grows on the north side? It points to the north side? Ugh, you whine in frustration. Whose stupid idea was it for you to come out here and pick berries? You don’t even know which ones are poisonous and which ones aren’t!

A flash of yellow in your peripheral vision causes you to quickly turn, but it’s gone before you can see it. Finding it odd but not cause for alarm, you forget about it until you see it again. This time, it’s on your other side.

Slowly, you stand up and try to work it through your mind. It was probably a bird… or a butterfly. Something harmless. Though, when you see it a third time, you notice it’s… glowing? Furrowing your brows, you walk toward the tree you saw it dart behind. Just as you’re about to peek around the trunk at whatever it is, it pops out directly in front of your face.

Startled, you step back. The yellow - definitely glowing - ball of light flutters back and forth in front of your face. All you can do is gape at it as it flickers and hovers in front of you. There are no distinguishable features. It looks just like a light bulb but with less of a discernible shape.

Nothing about it seems dangerous or threatening, so you relax your posture. It’s actually kind of cute… You lift your hand up toward it to see what it does. If it’ll be cautious like a cat or throw caution to the wind. It moves just out of your reach, but as soon as you put your arm back down, it gets closer.

It’s not scared of you, but it doesn’t particularly want you to touch it, either.

A moment later, a second one pops out from behind a tree. Your eyes widen as you look between the two glowing orbs. What are these things, and why are they so cute?

A branch snaps behind you, and you quickly glance back. Nothing immediately catches your attention except for the fact that the woods lay silent. Not a single peep from a bird or scurry from a squirrel can be heard. It even seems like the trees have stopped swaying.

A creeping feeling of alarm crawls up your neck. You survey your surroundings, making sure not to move an inch. Something is out there. Your senses are screaming it at you, but what are you going to do? You can’t outrun a wild animal, and if it’s anything else…

One of the orbs circles your head, pulling your attention to it. When it darts behind you, you turn your head to follow it. The light is only feet away from you. The second ball is even further away into the trees. At first, you assume they’re scared of something, but as the light next to you moves closer, then further away, you realize something.

They want you to follow them.

Shuffling behind you has you whipping back around. This time, you spot a shadow disappear behind a tree. Deciding to take your chances with the lights, you take off after them.

They bob and weave through the trees as you follow them, but they make sure to never get too far ahead of you. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest while you run after them. A heady mix of exertion and fear causes the organ to slam into your ribcage.

Branches snap behind you, and though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back. A dark figure that you can only see for seconds at a time bounds behind you. Facing forward, you try to focus on your foot placement. Tripping and falling would be the same as offering yourself up on a silver platter.

The following minutes feel like the longest moments of your life. They seem endless, and your body is quickly growing tired. One infuriating thing you notice is that your follower is still well and truly there. It hasn’t given up, and it hasn’t fallen back, which leads you to a terrifying thought…

It hasn’t gotten closer, either.

Surely, if it was an animal, it’d have given up or gotten you by now. This thing feels like it’s playing with you. Like it’s enjoying the thrill of the hunt… Just like a fae would.

Almost as if it can hear your thoughts, the footsteps get closer, becoming quicker and gaining ground. You throw whatever energy you have left into your feet and try to run faster. It works for a moment, but then, your feet start to sink.

You have no choice but to slow down as the ground becomes wet and spongy. You consider carrying on, but your next step has your body sinking into the mossy ground. When you take another step, and the same thing happens, you debate the advantage of trying to dredge through, but that’s when you notice something.

Your foot is stuck, and it’s not just the one. They both are.

Panic claws at your throat as you try to get out, but it’s no use. It feels like you’re suction cupped to the ground. What the hell is this stuff?

“The bog? Really?”

A deep voice from behind you has your entire being frozen. Your follower… Somehow, you had almost forgotten.

“You know how much I hate this wretched stench.”

Confusion has you twisting your upper body around to face the being. Once you spot him, you have to work to keep your mouth from falling open. A man taller than you surveys the bog with distaste, but that’s not what has you in awe. It’s his appearance. With brownish-red hair and high cheekbones, the man before you has to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His eyes even appeared to sparkle in the rapidly diminishing evening sky. However, before you can get lost in his beauty, it dawns on you that he’s talking to someone.

Glancing past him, you don’t see anyone else, and bewilderment quickly grows. Who was he talking to? He clearly was –

The two glowing lights pass on each side of you, heading to the newcomer. You watch in silent fascination as they dance around his lithe body. He softly smiles at the lights, and you recognize the look of admiration on his face. That’s when it hits you. They’re with him… and they just led you into his trap.

Coming back to the present, you can’t help but think about how easily you were caught. It’s pathetic, really. You barely even put up a fight, and it’s embarrassing. You literally just followed two glowing orbs through the woods. Insert eye roll here.

When you open your eyes, you find the lights swirling around the fae. They bounce in a way you would almost describe as happy, but you’re unsure if they have feelings and emotions. All you know is that they like to be around the fae.

If you had to guess, you’d say they were a part of him or maybe he controlled them. Especially since the three beings appear to be connected. The lights, which were yellow when you encountered them, change color on a whim. Often when your fae captor seems to experience emotion.

When you first arrived at his home, something had greatly saddened the fae. You didn’t pay close attention, as you were looking for a way to loosen your bonds, but that’s when you noticed the lights were blue. Then later, when the fae had gotten pissed off at your incessant begging to be let go, they turned red. Since then, you’ve seen a myriad of colors floating around the room.

As of right now, besides the colorful moods, all you know about your captor is what you see. A tall, lithe body with pale skin. Dark hair that is swept over his forehead, and eyes the color of tree bark. You can’t get a grip on his voice because he barely speaks. The most you’ve heard from him is monosyllabic responses, and those were mostly to his lights.

You, on the other hand, he barely acknowledges. When you ask him what he wants and why he has kidnapped you, he only seems exasperated. A part of you isn’t even sure if he knows why he took you. It’s like he wanted the chase. He wanted to catch you and scare you, and now that he has, he has no idea what to do with you... or maybe he just plans on keeping you here forever like some living trophy. By your best guess, you’ve been here for nearly a week, and all those days have been you tied up in a corner, watching him and his lights.

There has got to be a way for you to get out of here. You’ve tested the bonds, though, and unless by some miracle you find something sharp near you, you don’t know how you’ll get out of them. Not to mention, you’re in the middle of the forest. If you did escape, he’d probably send his lights after you again. Actually, maybe he liked the chase so much, that’s exactly what he’s waiting for.

The sudden silence has you refocusing on the fae. His body, which has mostly appeared graceful, is suddenly tense and rigid. His entire being seems alert, nearly predatory, and you have a feeling this is exactly how he looked when he spotted you in the woods.

Someone – or something – must be near his home. While a small part of you feels hopeful that it’s someone who can help you, the logical part of you quickly squashes that feeling. No human would be out here. It’s not likely. What is likely is another fae is encroaching on his territory. Another threat.

The front door flies open, splintering wood into pieces that scatter all over you and the kitchen. You tuck your head, hoping to avoid the impact, but chunks of wood still smack into you. The next moment is pure chaos.

A brute of a fae enters your captor’s house. His golden skin is bright, making his muscles appear less defined, but you aren’t stupid. This fae is three times the size of yours. While the captor may have speed on his side, he’ll be no match for his challenger. Which means you need to figure out a way to get out of here before he discovers you tied up like a stuffed pig.

Searching the broken pieces of wood around you, you find a splintered piece with sharp and jagged points by your toes. You immediately start scooting it to you with your bound feet. Once it’s close enough, you pick it up and find an angle that works for your tied hands. Gripping the piece tightly, you begin to saw at the rope and vines holding you securely in place.

The sound of two bodies colliding causes you to flinch, but you refuse to look away from your task. The grunts and commotion of things breaking cause your panic to heighten. You push at your ties with every ounce of strength you have, and nearly cry with relief when a vine breaks.

The two fae fight mercilessly with each other, holding nothing back. Glass shatters somewhere near you as a lean body goes sailing past. You pause in your work long enough to find your captor on the floor and the brute approaching you. A cry leaves you as you quicken your pace. Realization hits you that you’re the reason the fae broke in here.

Suddenly, a lithe body launches through the air, and your body deflates with relief. Another vine around your ankles snaps, leaving only a half-frayed rope left. With renewed determination, you work at that rope until it falls apart.

Free, you jump up from your spot and run for the door. The two are locked in such a heated battle that you’re unsure they even see your escape. As soon as you burst into the fresh air, you put all your focus into moving your feet as swiftly as possible. Ignoring the urge to look back at your dungeon or look around for help.

Nobody in these woods would help you. Your best bet is to run as far away as possible and then come up with a game plan.

About 100 yards into your running, a roar sounds out from behind you, causing your heart to thump painfully in your chest. A whimper escapes your lips, but you clamp your mouth closed to keep any other noises at bay. For some reason, everything in you is screaming that the brute is the one who made that noise, and that terrifies you more than anything.

Branches crash, and you quickly realize there isn’t enough distance between you and the cabin. He’ll reach you soon, and then you’re really screwed. Even though your sides cramp painfully, you push whatever little energy you have left into your run.

A streak of red flies past your vision before it suddenly stops. When a second red orb comes flying at it, you almost collapse with an odd relief. The lights. Your captor.

In any other circumstance, those words would terrify you, but if you had to choose between the two fae, you’re going to choose the one that hasn’t hurt you. Not the one that busted down a door and attacked another fae to apparently get to you. Devil you know, and all that.

The lights keep pace with you, giving you a sort of comfort. Even though you can still hear the fae behind you. For a moment, you wonder if it’s your captor chasing you, but then you remember how stealthy and quiet he had been the first time.

A figure suddenly appears before you in a flash of white light, giving you zero time to stop. You plow into his surprisingly hard body and look into the eyes of your captor, his hands reaching for your arms to steady you. He searches your face only for a moment before his eyes dart to the noise behind you. With furrowed brows, he grips you tightly. Then, there’s nothing.

It feels like you’re floating. Like you’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The only solid thing you feel is him. Then, it’s over as quickly as it started.

Once the earth is solid beneath your feet again, it’s like your vision all comes back at once. Your captor looks at you like he’s waiting for you to orient yourself. When he feels you’re good enough, he drops his hands and steps away. Taking a moment to look around, you realize you’re no longer standing where you once stood.

You’re still in the forest, and you would almost guess you were in the same spot except for two things. One, the crashing sound of branches snapping is no longer behind you. Two, there’s a small clearing just a few trees ahead. One you’ve never seen before. One you magically “poofed” to.

“Did we just teleport?” you ask, having heard whispers about the magic before.

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”

His dry response catches you off guard, or maybe it’s the fact that he spoke at all. His voice is deep and soft and not what you expected. When he turns to face his orbs, you examine him.

His clothes are ripped from the brawl and dried blood cakes his hands. There are also splatters on his face and neck that you missed in the middle of your magical journey. Yet, he didn’t have any visible marks on him. Either he heals super-fast, or he fights better than you gave him credit for.

“Who was that?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask his name in the middle of him destroying my home,” he sarcastically responds before spitting out, “He was another fae.”

His monotone response causes a spike of irritation, and you grunt out a “No shit.”

Finally, he faces you, and you can see the spark of intrigue buried in his eyes. He cocks his head as he appraises you. “So, you do have bite after all.”

“Have you been waiting for me to throw sassy remarks at you while being tied up in your kitchen?”

“I was waiting for you to do something,” he shrugs. Freaking shrugs.

Pushing down your anger, you ask, “I suppose you’re waiting for me to do something now?”

“Actually, at the moment, I’m waiting to see if the fae can track us.”

That causes your anger to rapidly fade. You thought once you teleported, that was the end. The fae wouldn’t be able to follow you, and you’d only have to deal with your captor.

“Can he?”

“We’ll find out,” he says in the most bored tone you’ve ever heard.

We’ll find out. We’ll. Find. Out. You know what? You’re starting to hope your captor tries to abduct you again because you’re going to find the closest sharp object and stab him with it.

“I’m thrilled you’re so blasé about this.” When he completely ignores you, you consider kicking him in his long ass legs. “I’m guessing he was after me then? Since you two didn’t seem so friendly.”

“Really? You mean friends don’t burst through your door and start kicking the shit out of you? Weird.”

A shriek of frustration works its way up your throat. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“Then stop asking me questions.”

Without thinking, you step forward and do exactly what you were fantasizing about doing. Your foot connects with the side of his leg, causing him to grunt, but that’s it.

He looks down at his pants before his gaze travels up to your face. An eyebrow raises as he asks, “Is that really the best you’ve got?”

“I’m going to stab you.”

A smirk grows on his face. “Don’t get me excited.”

“You’re insufferable!”

He raises his arms to the side and says, “Welcome to the Oidhche Court.”

Oidhche. The Night Court.

Of course. Of course, it’d be a member of the Night Court that abducts you. The court that views humans as playthings. The unruly and unpredictable court that rarely ever plays by the rules. The true psychopaths of the fae world.

How lucky for you.

“I can tell by your face that you’ve heard of us.”

“Of course, I have. They tell us horror stories about your kind to scare the children.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Though I must admit… You haven’t seemed entirely deranged so far.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please, human. Tell me more of what you know about the fae.”

Exasperated, you turn away from him and start walking away. Your eyes spot the clearing, and you make a clear march towards it. Even though you know he has zero intentions of letting you go.

“I wouldn’t put yourself out in the open like that,” he calls after you.

“Why? Is a fae going to come and take me?” You throw over your shoulder. “Or better yet, maybe two of them will fight over me!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath, which would cause you to laugh in any other circumstance. Maybe a ghost of a smile pulls at your lips, but it’s quickly wiped when a flash of white followed by your captor stands in front of you, blocking your way.

“There are a lot of bigger and scarier things than me in this forest. I would tread carefully, human.”

You throw your hands up. “Well, are we just going to stand here? Are we waiting for that other fae to show up with open arms?”

He smirks at you, and you consider wiping it off his face when his lights – which you now notice are purple – begin swirling around the two of you. While you watch in confusion, you notice the fae is eyeing them with pursed lips.

“What are they?”

The fae glances at you before looking back at the lights. “They’re called Merry Dancers.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, you ask, “Are they sentient?”

“They’re a part of me,” he quietly says as he gazes at them with a look you can only describe as fond. “They were born with me, and they will die with me.”

You can’t decide if that is a beautiful or painful notion. The beings you love and cherish cease existing when you do… However, now it made sense why they changed colors based on his emotions. They’re an extension of himself.

“They’re cute.”

His nose wrinkles in disgust. “Nothing in the Night Court is ‘cute’.”

“Whatever,” you mutter as you watch the two dancers begin floating around each other. They bob and weave, sometimes clashing like they’re playing together. That’s when you decide that the word “merry” fits them perfectly. They seem downright joyful. Even going as far as to give you a warm feeling in your chest.

“So, what are you called then?” You turn to the fae.

“I thought you knew all about us in the Night Court?”

Shaking your head, you decide you don’t care. You’ll just keep referring to him as your captor. You’re unsure why you’re even trying to get him to talk in the first place. The thought of making him feel empathy for you dwindles every time he opens his mouth.

“I am what is called a Candela,” he offers. “I’m a creature of light and shadow, but you can call me Beomgyu if you must.”

Immediately, you begin wracking your brain for information about Candelas, but nothing comes to mind. You recall hearing about a being that can traverse both this world and the Shadow World because of their powers, but whether that’s him or not, you have no idea.

“Well, Beomgyu, is there any way that we can stop this fae from coming after me? Unless you plan on giving me to him when he shows up?”

His nostrils flare as he growls out, “You. Are. Mine. No other fae is allowed to touch you.”

You take an involuntary step back as his eyes darken to a blackness that is entirely void of light. He looks animalistic. Purely a predator. Then, you remember how territorial fae become over their property, which is exactly what you are now.

“Okay,” you quietly respond before taking a deep breath. You have no plans of staying with him, but you certainly aren’t going to let some other fae take you, either. For the time being, your partners. “So, how do we stop him?”

It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but when he does, he says, “There are only two ways to stop him. I kill him, or the two of us bond our lives together.”

You open your mouth to ask, but he quickly cuts you off. “I would rather die than bond to a human, so that’s not an option.”

That’s fine with you because there’s not a single part of you that wants to be bound to a fae for the rest of your existence, but the other option didn’t quite work either. “I thought it was against your laws to kill each other?”

Beomgyu’s smile is feral. “I’m a member of the Oidhche Court, remember? Do you think I give a fuck about rules?”

While the Night Court’s attitude strictly leaned toward “screw the rules and screw you”, you knew they adhered to the laws just like the other two courts did. They may actively dislike them and find loopholes around most things, but they’re not going to outright break the law.

“While I’m sure you don’t, I know most of you will hesitate to break them.” You stubbornly jut out your chin like you know you’re right, but it’s a bluff.

“There you go thinking you know everything about the fae again.” He rolls his eyes, and you glare at him.

“Fine. Kill him. I don’t care what happens to you.”

Beomgyu smirks. “Thank you for your blessing.”

Though a dozen snarky comments work their way through your mind, you keep them to yourself as he turns toward his dancers. You watch as the two brightly colored orbs begin to dim and blend into the surrounding forest. When they both shoot off in different directions, you send Beomgyu a questioning look.

“They’re searching for safe areas.”

A brow raises. “You sent them to do recon?”

The corner of Beomgyu’s lips tilt up. “They’re here for more than just looking pretty. They serve a multitude of purposes.”

“How do you know what they’re doing or where they are?”

“I can feel them,” he says as he closes his eyes and focuses.

Silently, you watch him as he does whatever it is he’s doing. His brows furrow once or twice, but mostly, he stays still. After a couple minutes pass, a smirk breaks out on his face, and he opens his eyes.

“The fae is – “

Beomgyu’s eyes widen a fraction of a second before he drops to his knees, yelling in agony. Startled, you drop to your knees with him and try to figure out what’s happening. Are you under attack? Did someone get him from behind?

His body falls the rest of the way to the ground. Once he’s flat, he curls into the fetal position, and you take a couple of seconds to scan his backside. It doesn’t look like he’s injured, so what the hell is happening?

With a contorted face, he rocks on the ground, making sounds somewhere between a groan and a whimper. If you weren’t in the middle of the forest - where anyone could attack you - you’d take a moment to process your shock of seeing one of the strong, otherworldly fae in such a vulnerable state, but you don’t have the time. He needs to keep you alive. At the moment, he’s all you have to keep you safe from the other fae.

“Beomgyu? What’s happening?” You ask as you hesitantly reach for his shoulder. His entire body shakes under your touch. “How can I help you?”

It takes him a couple of tries before he gets out, “You can’t”.

A dim blue ball of light flashes past your vision and comes to rest on top of Beomgyu’s side. In the near week you’ve been with the dancers, you’ve never seen them rest once. They’re always zipping around like little balls of energy. This is the first time you’ve seen one so dim and lifeless, and a horrible thought strikes you.

The feeling emanating from the pair… The blue light of the dancer and Beomgyu’s near crippledness… The fact that the second dancer is nowhere to be seen leads you to one heartbreaking conclusion.

The other Merry Dancer is gone.

... To be continued.

#merry dancer love

[biaswreckingfics]

hello lovelyyy,

it's been a while, I know, sorry about that 😅 I've been dealing with life as well as anxiety, so that's certainly been fun 😭

I'm sorry to hear you got sick but I hope youre feeling much better than you were when you replied to my last asks - in all regards, not just physical health. (And FYI, I really don't mind if you ever just wanna rant). but im hoping that being over all those things means you're prioritising what's best for you 💕

as for the sunwoo note - most definitely yes!! he loves to seem confident, loves being playful and teasing. but my goodness, that guy could not handle it when it's thrown back at him. he'd be a blubbering mess. even more so if his partner is usually very shy/easy to fluster and out of nowhere they retaliate, making sure each of his advances are matched or surpassed. He'd be so thrown off his game - it'd be adorably funny.

also, I saw your recent beomgyu post 👀 im glad to see that you're still writing when you find time for it and I can't wait for it to drop; I have no doubt that it will be a great read. I'm so excited for you!

anyways, wishing you an absolutely amazing New Year/New Year's Eve. I hope things get better for you and you find more time for the things that make you happy.

take care!!

-🦁

Never apologize for taking the time you need!! I disappear for months on end, so I definitely understand lol

I do feel better!! Thank you!! I still don't have taste or smell (which is so sad 😭😭), but I'm able to breathe without coughing or feeling like my throat is ripping lol, so it's a win. I do feel better mentally. Idk why my brain has taken a deep breath and said, "It's a new year, and we're gonna be happy and LIVE," but I am 120% here for it.

Ugh, I just love Sunwoo, and I could talk about him forever. He's my husband in my delusional mind 🥰🥰 I love all of the scenarios we've talked about when it comes to him. He's just...

I love the story I've created for Beomgyu!! I've never really written a long fantasy piece (which is absurd bc that is my bread and butter), and I'm so excited for the second part that will eventually come out!!

After this story, though, I plan to officially focus on my original work. My tumblr is dead, and I don't get the interaction I used to get, so I feel like I'm beating a dead horse. However, after posting this BG fic, I've realized I'm okay with it.

I hope you had a great new year!! I want nothing but the absolute best for you this year 🥰❤️

#🦁 anon

[biaswreckingfics]

your fic merry dancer is so good im literally obsessed (//∇//) were you thinking of making a part 2? the to be continued make me think so 👀 if not that’s fine i was just curious

whether you do or not i just wanted to say that it was so good （≧∇≦）

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭❤️❤️ it's been so long since I've wrote/posted anything, I was a little worried it wouldn't interest anyone 😭😭

There will be a conclusion to the story!! I just had a deadline to meet, and the rest of the story isn't complete yet, so I posted what I had 😊😊

#merry dancer love #thank you for this anonie

[biaswreckingfics]

Merry Dancer

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: Fae!AU, Angst

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death/killing

Summary: Being captured by a fae was not in your plans. Especially when that fae is a member of the notorious Night Court. When a second fae attempts to steal you from him, the last thing you expect is to team up with your captor... That is until he tells you the only way to save your lives is to bind them together.

~ A part of the Thrill of the Hunt collab hosted by @cultofdionysusnet ~

A flash of green streaks past your closed eyes, causing you to jerk your head back into the wooden wall you’re propped against. Pain momentarily stuns you as you blink open your eyes and try to reorient yourself. A little ball of green light hovers by your face, watching you, and you almost get the sense that it’s laughing. However, you can’t be sure because the ball of light is incapable of communicating. You think. Looking past the glowing orb, you see its floating counterpart on the other side of the room, hovering next to him.

The fae that stole you.

The fae that’s currently rolling his eyes and shaking his head in your direction.

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the wall, ignoring the painful twinge you initially feel. This is all bullshit. This entire predicament you’re in is pure and utter bullshit. You can’t believe you’ve let this happen.

The cry of an injured animal catches your attention. You whip your head toward the direction of the sound and spot something furry and low to the ground through the trees. Taking a few steps toward it, you cautiously approach the beige ball of fluff, carelessly stepping off the path.

The moment you get close, it darts deeper into the woods. Following it, you twist and turn through the trees until you’ve not only lost the animal, but you’ve lost the path you were walking on. In an attempt to find it again, you retrace your steps, but you’re so twisted and turned that you have no idea where you are.

Everything looks the same.

After an hour passes of you aimlessly wandering around, you plop down onto the forest floor and try to regroup. Walking around in circles isn’t going to help you. It’s only going to pull you deeper into the woods. Maybe you can climb up and get a higher vantage point to see where you are?

You glance up at the trees around you, quickly noting how thick they get the higher they go. You’d be able to climb, but seeing through the leaves and growth would be relatively impossible. Nixing that option in favor of keeping your strength, you give yourself a moment to rest.

What’d they say about moss growing on trees? It grows on the north side? It points to the north side? Ugh, you whine in frustration. Whose stupid idea was it for you to come out here and pick berries? You don’t even know which ones are poisonous and which ones aren’t!

A flash of yellow in your peripheral vision causes you to quickly turn, but it’s gone before you can see it. Finding it odd but not cause for alarm, you forget about it until you see it again. This time, it’s on your other side.

Slowly, you stand up and try to work it through your mind. It was probably a bird… or a butterfly. Something harmless. Though, when you see it a third time, you notice it’s… glowing? Furrowing your brows, you walk toward the tree you saw it dart behind. Just as you’re about to peek around the trunk at whatever it is, it pops out directly in front of your face.

Startled, you step back. The yellow - definitely glowing - ball of light flutters back and forth in front of your face. All you can do is gape at it as it flickers and hovers in front of you. There are no distinguishable features. It looks just like a light bulb but with less of a discernible shape.

Nothing about it seems dangerous or threatening, so you relax your posture. It’s actually kind of cute… You lift your hand up toward it to see what it does. If it’ll be cautious like a cat or throw caution to the wind. It moves just out of your reach, but as soon as you put your arm back down, it gets closer.

It’s not scared of you, but it doesn’t particularly want you to touch it, either.

A moment later, a second one pops out from behind a tree. Your eyes widen as you look between the two glowing orbs. What are these things, and why are they so cute?

A branch snaps behind you, and you quickly glance back. Nothing immediately catches your attention except for the fact that the woods lay silent. Not a single peep from a bird or scurry from a squirrel can be heard. It even seems like the trees have stopped swaying.

A creeping feeling of alarm crawls up your neck. You survey your surroundings, making sure not to move an inch. Something is out there. Your senses are screaming it at you, but what are you going to do? You can’t outrun a wild animal, and if it’s anything else…

One of the orbs circles your head, pulling your attention to it. When it darts behind you, you turn your head to follow it. The light is only feet away from you. The second ball is even further away into the trees. At first, you assume they’re scared of something, but as the light next to you moves closer, then further away, you realize something.

They want you to follow them.

Shuffling behind you has you whipping back around. This time, you spot a shadow disappear behind a tree. Deciding to take your chances with the lights, you take off after them.

They bob and weave through the trees as you follow them, but they make sure to never get too far ahead of you. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest while you run after them. A heady mix of exertion and fear causes the organ to slam into your ribcage.

Branches snap behind you, and though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back. A dark figure that you can only see for seconds at a time bounds behind you. Facing forward, you try to focus on your foot placement. Tripping and falling would be the same as offering yourself up on a silver platter.

The following minutes feel like the longest moments of your life. They seem endless, and your body is quickly growing tired. One infuriating thing you notice is that your follower is still well and truly there. It hasn’t given up, and it hasn’t fallen back, which leads you to a terrifying thought…

It hasn’t gotten closer, either.

Surely, if it was an animal, it’d have given up or gotten you by now. This thing feels like it’s playing with you. Like it’s enjoying the thrill of the hunt… Just like a fae would.

Almost as if it can hear your thoughts, the footsteps get closer, becoming quicker and gaining ground. You throw whatever energy you have left into your feet and try to run faster. It works for a moment, but then, your feet start to sink.

You have no choice but to slow down as the ground becomes wet and spongy. You consider carrying on, but your next step has your body sinking into the mossy ground. When you take another step, and the same thing happens, you debate the advantage of trying to dredge through, but that’s when you notice something.

Your foot is stuck, and it’s not just the one. They both are.

Panic claws at your throat as you try to get out, but it’s no use. It feels like you’re suction cupped to the ground. What the hell is this stuff?

“The bog? Really?”

A deep voice from behind you has your entire being frozen. Your follower… Somehow, you had almost forgotten.

“You know how much I hate this wretched stench.”

Confusion has you twisting your upper body around to face the being. Once you spot him, you have to work to keep your mouth from falling open. A man taller than you surveys the bog with distaste, but that’s not what has you in awe. It’s his appearance. With brownish-red hair and high cheekbones, the man before you has to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His eyes even appeared to sparkle in the rapidly diminishing evening sky. However, before you can get lost in his beauty, it dawns on you that he’s talking to someone.

Glancing past him, you don’t see anyone else, and bewilderment quickly grows. Who was he talking to? He clearly was –

The two glowing lights pass on each side of you, heading to the newcomer. You watch in silent fascination as they dance around his lithe body. He softly smiles at the lights, and you recognize the look of admiration on his face. That’s when it hits you. They’re with him… and they just led you into his trap.

Coming back to the present, you can’t help but think about how easily you were caught. It’s pathetic, really. You barely even put up a fight, and it’s embarrassing. You literally just followed two glowing orbs through the woods. Insert eye roll here.

When you open your eyes, you find the lights swirling around the fae. They bounce in a way you would almost describe as happy, but you’re unsure if they have feelings and emotions. All you know is that they like to be around the fae.

If you had to guess, you’d say they were a part of him or maybe he controlled them. Especially since the three beings appear to be connected. The lights, which were yellow when you encountered them, change color on a whim. Often when your fae captor seems to experience emotion.

When you first arrived at his home, something had greatly saddened the fae. You didn’t pay close attention, as you were looking for a way to loosen your bonds, but that’s when you noticed the lights were blue. Then later, when the fae had gotten pissed off at your incessant begging to be let go, they turned red. Since then, you’ve seen a myriad of colors floating around the room.

As of right now, besides the colorful moods, all you know about your captor is what you see. A tall, lithe body with pale skin. Dark hair that is swept over his forehead, and eyes the color of tree bark. You can’t get a grip on his voice because he barely speaks. The most you’ve heard from him is monosyllabic responses, and those were mostly to his lights.

You, on the other hand, he barely acknowledges. When you ask him what he wants and why he has kidnapped you, he only seems exasperated. A part of you isn’t even sure if he knows why he took you. It’s like he wanted the chase. He wanted to catch you and scare you, and now that he has, he has no idea what to do with you... or maybe he just plans on keeping you here forever like some living trophy. By your best guess, you’ve been here for nearly a week, and all those days have been you tied up in a corner, watching him and his lights.

There has got to be a way for you to get out of here. You’ve tested the bonds, though, and unless by some miracle you find something sharp near you, you don’t know how you’ll get out of them. Not to mention, you’re in the middle of the forest. If you did escape, he’d probably send his lights after you again. Actually, maybe he liked the chase so much, that’s exactly what he’s waiting for.

The sudden silence has you refocusing on the fae. His body, which has mostly appeared graceful, is suddenly tense and rigid. His entire being seems alert, nearly predatory, and you have a feeling this is exactly how he looked when he spotted you in the woods.

Someone – or something – must be near his home. While a small part of you feels hopeful that it’s someone who can help you, the logical part of you quickly squashes that feeling. No human would be out here. It’s not likely. What is likely is another fae is encroaching on his territory. Another threat.

The front door flies open, splintering wood into pieces that scatter all over you and the kitchen. You tuck your head, hoping to avoid the impact, but chunks of wood still smack into you. The next moment is pure chaos.

A brute of a fae enters your captor’s house. His golden skin is bright, making his muscles appear less defined, but you aren’t stupid. This fae is three times the size of yours. While the captor may have speed on his side, he’ll be no match for his challenger. Which means you need to figure out a way to get out of here before he discovers you tied up like a stuffed pig.

Searching the broken pieces of wood around you, you find a splintered piece with sharp and jagged points by your toes. You immediately start scooting it to you with your bound feet. Once it’s close enough, you pick it up and find an angle that works for your tied hands. Gripping the piece tightly, you begin to saw at the rope and vines holding you securely in place.

The sound of two bodies colliding causes you to flinch, but you refuse to look away from your task. The grunts and commotion of things breaking cause your panic to heighten. You push at your ties with every ounce of strength you have, and nearly cry with relief when a vine breaks.

The two fae fight mercilessly with each other, holding nothing back. Glass shatters somewhere near you as a lean body goes sailing past. You pause in your work long enough to find your captor on the floor and the brute approaching you. A cry leaves you as you quicken your pace. Realization hits you that you’re the reason the fae broke in here.

Suddenly, a lithe body launches through the air, and your body deflates with relief. Another vine around your ankles snaps, leaving only a half-frayed rope left. With renewed determination, you work at that rope until it falls apart.

Free, you jump up from your spot and run for the door. The two are locked in such a heated battle that you’re unsure they even see your escape. As soon as you burst into the fresh air, you put all your focus into moving your feet as swiftly as possible. Ignoring the urge to look back at your dungeon or look around for help.

Nobody in these woods would help you. Your best bet is to run as far away as possible and then come up with a game plan.

About 100 yards into your running, a roar sounds out from behind you, causing your heart to thump painfully in your chest. A whimper escapes your lips, but you clamp your mouth closed to keep any other noises at bay. For some reason, everything in you is screaming that the brute is the one who made that noise, and that terrifies you more than anything.

Branches crash, and you quickly realize there isn’t enough distance between you and the cabin. He’ll reach you soon, and then you’re really screwed. Even though your sides cramp painfully, you push whatever little energy you have left into your run.

A streak of red flies past your vision before it suddenly stops. When a second red orb comes flying at it, you almost collapse with an odd relief. The lights. Your captor.

In any other circumstance, those words would terrify you, but if you had to choose between the two fae, you’re going to choose the one that hasn’t hurt you. Not the one that busted down a door and attacked another fae to apparently get to you. Devil you know, and all that.

The lights keep pace with you, giving you a sort of comfort. Even though you can still hear the fae behind you. For a moment, you wonder if it’s your captor chasing you, but then you remember how stealthy and quiet he had been the first time.

A figure suddenly appears before you in a flash of white light, giving you zero time to stop. You plow into his surprisingly hard body and look into the eyes of your captor, his hands reaching for your arms to steady you. He searches your face only for a moment before his eyes dart to the noise behind you. With furrowed brows, he grips you tightly. Then, there’s nothing.

It feels like you’re floating. Like you’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The only solid thing you feel is him. Then, it’s over as quickly as it started.

Once the earth is solid beneath your feet again, it’s like your vision all comes back at once. Your captor looks at you like he’s waiting for you to orient yourself. When he feels you’re good enough, he drops his hands and steps away. Taking a moment to look around, you realize you’re no longer standing where you once stood.

You’re still in the forest, and you would almost guess you were in the same spot except for two things. One, the crashing sound of branches snapping is no longer behind you. Two, there’s a small clearing just a few trees ahead. One you’ve never seen before. One you magically “poofed” to.

“Did we just teleport?” you ask, having heard whispers about the magic before.

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”

His dry response catches you off guard, or maybe it’s the fact that he spoke at all. His voice is deep and soft and not what you expected. When he turns to face his orbs, you examine him.

His clothes are ripped from the brawl and dried blood cakes his hands. There are also splatters on his face and neck that you missed in the middle of your magical journey. Yet, he didn’t have any visible marks on him. Either he heals super-fast, or he fights better than you gave him credit for.

“Who was that?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask his name in the middle of him destroying my home,” he sarcastically responds before spitting out, “He was another fae.”

His monotone response causes a spike of irritation, and you grunt out a “No shit.”

Finally, he faces you, and you can see the spark of intrigue buried in his eyes. He cocks his head as he appraises you. “So, you do have bite after all.”

“Have you been waiting for me to throw sassy remarks at you while being tied up in your kitchen?”

“I was waiting for you to do something,” he shrugs. Freaking shrugs.

Pushing down your anger, you ask, “I suppose you’re waiting for me to do something now?”

“Actually, at the moment, I’m waiting to see if the fae can track us.”

That causes your anger to rapidly fade. You thought once you teleported, that was the end. The fae wouldn’t be able to follow you, and you’d only have to deal with your captor.

“Can he?”

“We’ll find out,” he says in the most bored tone you’ve ever heard.

We’ll find out. We’ll. Find. Out. You know what? You’re starting to hope your captor tries to abduct you again because you’re going to find the closest sharp object and stab him with it.

“I’m thrilled you’re so blasé about this.” When he completely ignores you, you consider kicking him in his long ass legs. “I’m guessing he was after me then? Since you two didn’t seem so friendly.”

“Really? You mean friends don’t burst through your door and start kicking the shit out of you? Weird.”

A shriek of frustration works its way up your throat. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“Then stop asking me questions.”

Without thinking, you step forward and do exactly what you were fantasizing about doing. Your foot connects with the side of his leg, causing him to grunt, but that’s it.

He looks down at his pants before his gaze travels up to your face. An eyebrow raises as he asks, “Is that really the best you’ve got?”

“I’m going to stab you.”

A smirk grows on his face. “Don’t get me excited.”

“You’re insufferable!”

He raises his arms to the side and says, “Welcome to the Oidhche Court.”

Oidhche. The Night Court.

Of course. Of course, it’d be a member of the Night Court that abducts you. The court that views humans as playthings. The unruly and unpredictable court that rarely ever plays by the rules. The true psychopaths of the fae world.

How lucky for you.

“I can tell by your face that you’ve heard of us.”

“Of course, I have. They tell us horror stories about your kind to scare the children.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Though I must admit… You haven’t seemed entirely deranged so far.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please, human. Tell me more of what you know about the fae.”

Exasperated, you turn away from him and start walking away. Your eyes spot the clearing, and you make a clear march towards it. Even though you know he has zero intentions of letting you go.

“I wouldn’t put yourself out in the open like that,” he calls after you.

“Why? Is a fae going to come and take me?” You throw over your shoulder. “Or better yet, maybe two of them will fight over me!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath, which would cause you to laugh in any other circumstance. Maybe a ghost of a smile pulls at your lips, but it’s quickly wiped when a flash of white followed by your captor stands in front of you, blocking your way.

“There are a lot of bigger and scarier things than me in this forest. I would tread carefully, human.”

You throw your hands up. “Well, are we just going to stand here? Are we waiting for that other fae to show up with open arms?”

He smirks at you, and you consider wiping it off his face when his lights – which you now notice are purple – begin swirling around the two of you. While you watch in confusion, you notice the fae is eyeing them with pursed lips.

“What are they?”

The fae glances at you before looking back at the lights. “They’re called Merry Dancers.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, you ask, “Are they sentient?”

“They’re a part of me,” he quietly says as he gazes at them with a look you can only describe as fond. “They were born with me, and they will die with me.”

You can’t decide if that is a beautiful or painful notion. The beings you love and cherish cease existing when you do… However, now it made sense why they changed colors based on his emotions. They’re an extension of himself.

“They’re cute.”

His nose wrinkles in disgust. “Nothing in the Night Court is ‘cute’.”

“Whatever,” you mutter as you watch the two dancers begin floating around each other. They bob and weave, sometimes clashing like they’re playing together. That’s when you decide that the word “merry” fits them perfectly. They seem downright joyful. Even going as far as to give you a warm feeling in your chest.

“So, what are you called then?” You turn to the fae.

“I thought you knew all about us in the Night Court?”

Shaking your head, you decide you don’t care. You’ll just keep referring to him as your captor. You’re unsure why you’re even trying to get him to talk in the first place. The thought of making him feel empathy for you dwindles every time he opens his mouth.

“I am what is called a Candela,” he offers. “I’m a creature of light and shadow, but you can call me Beomgyu if you must.”

Immediately, you begin wracking your brain for information about Candelas, but nothing comes to mind. You recall hearing about a being that can traverse both this world and the Shadow World because of their powers, but whether that’s him or not, you have no idea.

“Well, Beomgyu, is there any way that we can stop this fae from coming after me? Unless you plan on giving me to him when he shows up?”

His nostrils flare as he growls out, “You. Are. Mine. No other fae is allowed to touch you.”

You take an involuntary step back as his eyes darken to a blackness that is entirely void of light. He looks animalistic. Purely a predator. Then, you remember how territorial fae become over their property, which is exactly what you are now.

“Okay,” you quietly respond before taking a deep breath. You have no plans of staying with him, but you certainly aren’t going to let some other fae take you, either. For the time being, your partners. “So, how do we stop him?”

It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but when he does, he says, “There are only two ways to stop him. I kill him, or the two of us bond our lives together.”

You open your mouth to ask, but he quickly cuts you off. “I would rather die than bond to a human, so that’s not an option.”

That’s fine with you because there’s not a single part of you that wants to be bound to a fae for the rest of your existence, but the other option didn’t quite work either. “I thought it was against your laws to kill each other?”

Beomgyu’s smile is feral. “I’m a member of the Oidhche Court, remember? Do you think I give a fuck about rules?”

While the Night Court’s attitude strictly leaned toward “screw the rules and screw you”, you knew they adhered to the laws just like the other two courts did. They may actively dislike them and find loopholes around most things, but they’re not going to outright break the law.

“While I’m sure you don’t, I know most of you will hesitate to break them.” You stubbornly jut out your chin like you know you’re right, but it’s a bluff.

“There you go thinking you know everything about the fae again.” He rolls his eyes, and you glare at him.

“Fine. Kill him. I don’t care what happens to you.”

Beomgyu smirks. “Thank you for your blessing.”

Though a dozen snarky comments work their way through your mind, you keep them to yourself as he turns toward his dancers. You watch as the two brightly colored orbs begin to dim and blend into the surrounding forest. When they both shoot off in different directions, you send Beomgyu a questioning look.

“They’re searching for safe areas.”

A brow raises. “You sent them to do recon?”

The corner of Beomgyu’s lips tilt up. “They’re here for more than just looking pretty. They serve a multitude of purposes.”

“How do you know what they’re doing or where they are?”

“I can feel them,” he says as he closes his eyes and focuses.

Silently, you watch him as he does whatever it is he’s doing. His brows furrow once or twice, but mostly, he stays still. After a couple minutes pass, a smirk breaks out on his face, and he opens his eyes.

“The fae is – “

Beomgyu’s eyes widen a fraction of a second before he drops to his knees, yelling in agony. Startled, you drop to your knees with him and try to figure out what’s happening. Are you under attack? Did someone get him from behind?

His body falls the rest of the way to the ground. Once he’s flat, he curls into the fetal position, and you take a couple of seconds to scan his backside. It doesn’t look like he’s injured, so what the hell is happening?

With a contorted face, he rocks on the ground, making sounds somewhere between a groan and a whimper. If you weren’t in the middle of the forest - where anyone could attack you - you’d take a moment to process your shock of seeing one of the strong, otherworldly fae in such a vulnerable state, but you don’t have the time. He needs to keep you alive. At the moment, he’s all you have to keep you safe from the other fae.

“Beomgyu? What’s happening?” You ask as you hesitantly reach for his shoulder. His entire body shakes under your touch. “How can I help you?”

It takes him a couple of tries before he gets out, “You can’t”.

A dim blue ball of light flashes past your vision and comes to rest on top of Beomgyu’s side. In the near week you’ve been with the dancers, you’ve never seen them rest once. They’re always zipping around like little balls of energy. This is the first time you’ve seen one so dim and lifeless, and a horrible thought strikes you.

The feeling emanating from the pair… The blue light of the dancer and Beomgyu’s near crippledness… The fact that the second dancer is nowhere to be seen leads you to one heartbreaking conclusion.

The other Merry Dancer is gone.

... To be continued.

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Merry Dancer

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: Fae!AU, Angst

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death/killing

Summary: Being captured by a fae was not in your plans. Especially when that fae is a member of the notorious Night Court. When a second fae attempts to steal you from him, the last thing you expect is to team up with your captor... That is until he tells you the only way to save your lives is to bind them together.

~ A part of the Thrill of the Hunt collab hosted by @cultofdionysusnet ~

A flash of green streaks past your closed eyes, causing you to jerk your head back into the wooden wall you’re propped against. Pain momentarily stuns you as you blink open your eyes and try to reorient yourself. A little ball of green light hovers by your face, watching you, and you almost get the sense that it’s laughing. However, you can’t be sure because the ball of light is incapable of communicating. You think. Looking past the glowing orb, you see its floating counterpart on the other side of the room, hovering next to him.

The fae that stole you.

The fae that’s currently rolling his eyes and shaking his head in your direction.

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the wall, ignoring the painful twinge you initially feel. This is all bullshit. This entire predicament you’re in is pure and utter bullshit. You can’t believe you’ve let this happen.

The cry of an injured animal catches your attention. You whip your head toward the direction of the sound and spot something furry and low to the ground through the trees. Taking a few steps toward it, you cautiously approach the beige ball of fluff, carelessly stepping off the path.

The moment you get close, it darts deeper into the woods. Following it, you twist and turn through the trees until you’ve not only lost the animal, but you’ve lost the path you were walking on. In an attempt to find it again, you retrace your steps, but you’re so twisted and turned that you have no idea where you are.

Everything looks the same.

After an hour passes of you aimlessly wandering around, you plop down onto the forest floor and try to regroup. Walking around in circles isn’t going to help you. It’s only going to pull you deeper into the woods. Maybe you can climb up and get a higher vantage point to see where you are?

You glance up at the trees around you, quickly noting how thick they get the higher they go. You’d be able to climb, but seeing through the leaves and growth would be relatively impossible. Nixing that option in favor of keeping your strength, you give yourself a moment to rest.

What’d they say about moss growing on trees? It grows on the north side? It points to the north side? Ugh, you whine in frustration. Whose stupid idea was it for you to come out here and pick berries? You don’t even know which ones are poisonous and which ones aren’t!

A flash of yellow in your peripheral vision causes you to quickly turn, but it’s gone before you can see it. Finding it odd but not cause for alarm, you forget about it until you see it again. This time, it’s on your other side.

Slowly, you stand up and try to work it through your mind. It was probably a bird… or a butterfly. Something harmless. Though, when you see it a third time, you notice it’s… glowing? Furrowing your brows, you walk toward the tree you saw it dart behind. Just as you’re about to peek around the trunk at whatever it is, it pops out directly in front of your face.

Startled, you step back. The yellow - definitely glowing - ball of light flutters back and forth in front of your face. All you can do is gape at it as it flickers and hovers in front of you. There are no distinguishable features. It looks just like a light bulb but with less of a discernible shape.

Nothing about it seems dangerous or threatening, so you relax your posture. It’s actually kind of cute… You lift your hand up toward it to see what it does. If it’ll be cautious like a cat or throw caution to the wind. It moves just out of your reach, but as soon as you put your arm back down, it gets closer.

It’s not scared of you, but it doesn’t particularly want you to touch it, either.

A moment later, a second one pops out from behind a tree. Your eyes widen as you look between the two glowing orbs. What are these things, and why are they so cute?

A branch snaps behind you, and you quickly glance back. Nothing immediately catches your attention except for the fact that the woods lay silent. Not a single peep from a bird or scurry from a squirrel can be heard. It even seems like the trees have stopped swaying.

A creeping feeling of alarm crawls up your neck. You survey your surroundings, making sure not to move an inch. Something is out there. Your senses are screaming it at you, but what are you going to do? You can’t outrun a wild animal, and if it’s anything else…

One of the orbs circles your head, pulling your attention to it. When it darts behind you, you turn your head to follow it. The light is only feet away from you. The second ball is even further away into the trees. At first, you assume they’re scared of something, but as the light next to you moves closer, then further away, you realize something.

They want you to follow them.

Shuffling behind you has you whipping back around. This time, you spot a shadow disappear behind a tree. Deciding to take your chances with the lights, you take off after them.

They bob and weave through the trees as you follow them, but they make sure to never get too far ahead of you. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest while you run after them. A heady mix of exertion and fear causes the organ to slam into your ribcage.

Branches snap behind you, and though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back. A dark figure that you can only see for seconds at a time bounds behind you. Facing forward, you try to focus on your foot placement. Tripping and falling would be the same as offering yourself up on a silver platter.

The following minutes feel like the longest moments of your life. They seem endless, and your body is quickly growing tired. One infuriating thing you notice is that your follower is still well and truly there. It hasn’t given up, and it hasn’t fallen back, which leads you to a terrifying thought…

It hasn’t gotten closer, either.

Surely, if it was an animal, it’d have given up or gotten you by now. This thing feels like it’s playing with you. Like it’s enjoying the thrill of the hunt… Just like a fae would.

Almost as if it can hear your thoughts, the footsteps get closer, becoming quicker and gaining ground. You throw whatever energy you have left into your feet and try to run faster. It works for a moment, but then, your feet start to sink.

You have no choice but to slow down as the ground becomes wet and spongy. You consider carrying on, but your next step has your body sinking into the mossy ground. When you take another step, and the same thing happens, you debate the advantage of trying to dredge through, but that’s when you notice something.

Your foot is stuck, and it’s not just the one. They both are.

Panic claws at your throat as you try to get out, but it’s no use. It feels like you’re suction cupped to the ground. What the hell is this stuff?

“The bog? Really?”

A deep voice from behind you has your entire being frozen. Your follower… Somehow, you had almost forgotten.

“You know how much I hate this wretched stench.”

Confusion has you twisting your upper body around to face the being. Once you spot him, you have to work to keep your mouth from falling open. A man taller than you surveys the bog with distaste, but that’s not what has you in awe. It’s his appearance. With brownish-red hair and high cheekbones, the man before you has to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His eyes even appeared to sparkle in the rapidly diminishing evening sky. However, before you can get lost in his beauty, it dawns on you that he’s talking to someone.

Glancing past him, you don’t see anyone else, and bewilderment quickly grows. Who was he talking to? He clearly was –

The two glowing lights pass on each side of you, heading to the newcomer. You watch in silent fascination as they dance around his lithe body. He softly smiles at the lights, and you recognize the look of admiration on his face. That’s when it hits you. They’re with him… and they just led you into his trap.

Coming back to the present, you can’t help but think about how easily you were caught. It’s pathetic, really. You barely even put up a fight, and it’s embarrassing. You literally just followed two glowing orbs through the woods. Insert eye roll here.

When you open your eyes, you find the lights swirling around the fae. They bounce in a way you would almost describe as happy, but you’re unsure if they have feelings and emotions. All you know is that they like to be around the fae.

If you had to guess, you’d say they were a part of him or maybe he controlled them. Especially since the three beings appear to be connected. The lights, which were yellow when you encountered them, change color on a whim. Often when your fae captor seems to experience emotion.

When you first arrived at his home, something had greatly saddened the fae. You didn’t pay close attention, as you were looking for a way to loosen your bonds, but that’s when you noticed the lights were blue. Then later, when the fae had gotten pissed off at your incessant begging to be let go, they turned red. Since then, you’ve seen a myriad of colors floating around the room.

As of right now, besides the colorful moods, all you know about your captor is what you see. A tall, lithe body with pale skin. Dark hair that is swept over his forehead, and eyes the color of tree bark. You can’t get a grip on his voice because he barely speaks. The most you’ve heard from him is monosyllabic responses, and those were mostly to his lights.

You, on the other hand, he barely acknowledges. When you ask him what he wants and why he has kidnapped you, he only seems exasperated. A part of you isn’t even sure if he knows why he took you. It’s like he wanted the chase. He wanted to catch you and scare you, and now that he has, he has no idea what to do with you... or maybe he just plans on keeping you here forever like some living trophy. By your best guess, you’ve been here for nearly a week, and all those days have been you tied up in a corner, watching him and his lights.

There has got to be a way for you to get out of here. You’ve tested the bonds, though, and unless by some miracle you find something sharp near you, you don’t know how you’ll get out of them. Not to mention, you’re in the middle of the forest. If you did escape, he’d probably send his lights after you again. Actually, maybe he liked the chase so much, that’s exactly what he’s waiting for.

The sudden silence has you refocusing on the fae. His body, which has mostly appeared graceful, is suddenly tense and rigid. His entire being seems alert, nearly predatory, and you have a feeling this is exactly how he looked when he spotted you in the woods.

Someone – or something – must be near his home. While a small part of you feels hopeful that it’s someone who can help you, the logical part of you quickly squashes that feeling. No human would be out here. It’s not likely. What is likely is another fae is encroaching on his territory. Another threat.

The front door flies open, splintering wood into pieces that scatter all over you and the kitchen. You tuck your head, hoping to avoid the impact, but chunks of wood still smack into you. The next moment is pure chaos.

A brute of a fae enters your captor’s house. His golden skin is bright, making his muscles appear less defined, but you aren’t stupid. This fae is three times the size of yours. While the captor may have speed on his side, he’ll be no match for his challenger. Which means you need to figure out a way to get out of here before he discovers you tied up like a stuffed pig.

Searching the broken pieces of wood around you, you find a splintered piece with sharp and jagged points by your toes. You immediately start scooting it to you with your bound feet. Once it’s close enough, you pick it up and find an angle that works for your tied hands. Gripping the piece tightly, you begin to saw at the rope and vines holding you securely in place.

The sound of two bodies colliding causes you to flinch, but you refuse to look away from your task. The grunts and commotion of things breaking cause your panic to heighten. You push at your ties with every ounce of strength you have, and nearly cry with relief when a vine breaks.

The two fae fight mercilessly with each other, holding nothing back. Glass shatters somewhere near you as a lean body goes sailing past. You pause in your work long enough to find your captor on the floor and the brute approaching you. A cry leaves you as you quicken your pace. Realization hits you that you’re the reason the fae broke in here.

Suddenly, a lithe body launches through the air, and your body deflates with relief. Another vine around your ankles snaps, leaving only a half-frayed rope left. With renewed determination, you work at that rope until it falls apart.

Free, you jump up from your spot and run for the door. The two are locked in such a heated battle that you’re unsure they even see your escape. As soon as you burst into the fresh air, you put all your focus into moving your feet as swiftly as possible. Ignoring the urge to look back at your dungeon or look around for help.

Nobody in these woods would help you. Your best bet is to run as far away as possible and then come up with a game plan.

About 100 yards into your running, a roar sounds out from behind you, causing your heart to thump painfully in your chest. A whimper escapes your lips, but you clamp your mouth closed to keep any other noises at bay. For some reason, everything in you is screaming that the brute is the one who made that noise, and that terrifies you more than anything.

Branches crash, and you quickly realize there isn’t enough distance between you and the cabin. He’ll reach you soon, and then you’re really screwed. Even though your sides cramp painfully, you push whatever little energy you have left into your run.

A streak of red flies past your vision before it suddenly stops. When a second red orb comes flying at it, you almost collapse with an odd relief. The lights. Your captor.

In any other circumstance, those words would terrify you, but if you had to choose between the two fae, you’re going to choose the one that hasn’t hurt you. Not the one that busted down a door and attacked another fae to apparently get to you. Devil you know, and all that.

The lights keep pace with you, giving you a sort of comfort. Even though you can still hear the fae behind you. For a moment, you wonder if it’s your captor chasing you, but then you remember how stealthy and quiet he had been the first time.

A figure suddenly appears before you in a flash of white light, giving you zero time to stop. You plow into his surprisingly hard body and look into the eyes of your captor, his hands reaching for your arms to steady you. He searches your face only for a moment before his eyes dart to the noise behind you. With furrowed brows, he grips you tightly. Then, there’s nothing.

It feels like you’re floating. Like you’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The only solid thing you feel is him. Then, it’s over as quickly as it started.

Once the earth is solid beneath your feet again, it’s like your vision all comes back at once. Your captor looks at you like he’s waiting for you to orient yourself. When he feels you’re good enough, he drops his hands and steps away. Taking a moment to look around, you realize you’re no longer standing where you once stood.

You’re still in the forest, and you would almost guess you were in the same spot except for two things. One, the crashing sound of branches snapping is no longer behind you. Two, there’s a small clearing just a few trees ahead. One you’ve never seen before. One you magically “poofed” to.

“Did we just teleport?” you ask, having heard whispers about the magic before.

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”

His dry response catches you off guard, or maybe it’s the fact that he spoke at all. His voice is deep and soft and not what you expected. When he turns to face his orbs, you examine him.

His clothes are ripped from the brawl and dried blood cakes his hands. There are also splatters on his face and neck that you missed in the middle of your magical journey. Yet, he didn’t have any visible marks on him. Either he heals super-fast, or he fights better than you gave him credit for.

“Who was that?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask his name in the middle of him destroying my home,” he sarcastically responds before spitting out, “He was another fae.”

His monotone response causes a spike of irritation, and you grunt out a “No shit.”

Finally, he faces you, and you can see the spark of intrigue buried in his eyes. He cocks his head as he appraises you. “So, you do have bite after all.”

“Have you been waiting for me to throw sassy remarks at you while being tied up in your kitchen?”

“I was waiting for you to do something,” he shrugs. Freaking shrugs.

Pushing down your anger, you ask, “I suppose you’re waiting for me to do something now?”

“Actually, at the moment, I’m waiting to see if the fae can track us.”

That causes your anger to rapidly fade. You thought once you teleported, that was the end. The fae wouldn’t be able to follow you, and you’d only have to deal with your captor.

“Can he?”

“We’ll find out,” he says in the most bored tone you’ve ever heard.

We’ll find out. We’ll. Find. Out. You know what? You’re starting to hope your captor tries to abduct you again because you’re going to find the closest sharp object and stab him with it.

“I’m thrilled you’re so blasé about this.” When he completely ignores you, you consider kicking him in his long ass legs. “I’m guessing he was after me then? Since you two didn’t seem so friendly.”

“Really? You mean friends don’t burst through your door and start kicking the shit out of you? Weird.”

A shriek of frustration works its way up your throat. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“Then stop asking me questions.”

Without thinking, you step forward and do exactly what you were fantasizing about doing. Your foot connects with the side of his leg, causing him to grunt, but that’s it.

He looks down at his pants before his gaze travels up to your face. An eyebrow raises as he asks, “Is that really the best you’ve got?”

“I’m going to stab you.”

A smirk grows on his face. “Don’t get me excited.”

“You’re insufferable!”

He raises his arms to the side and says, “Welcome to the Oidhche Court.”

Oidhche. The Night Court.

Of course. Of course, it’d be a member of the Night Court that abducts you. The court that views humans as playthings. The unruly and unpredictable court that rarely ever plays by the rules. The true psychopaths of the fae world.

How lucky for you.

“I can tell by your face that you’ve heard of us.”

“Of course, I have. They tell us horror stories about your kind to scare the children.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Though I must admit… You haven’t seemed entirely deranged so far.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please, human. Tell me more of what you know about the fae.”

Exasperated, you turn away from him and start walking away. Your eyes spot the clearing, and you make a clear march towards it. Even though you know he has zero intentions of letting you go.

“I wouldn’t put yourself out in the open like that,” he calls after you.

“Why? Is a fae going to come and take me?” You throw over your shoulder. “Or better yet, maybe two of them will fight over me!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath, which would cause you to laugh in any other circumstance. Maybe a ghost of a smile pulls at your lips, but it’s quickly wiped when a flash of white followed by your captor stands in front of you, blocking your way.

“There are a lot of bigger and scarier things than me in this forest. I would tread carefully, human.”

You throw your hands up. “Well, are we just going to stand here? Are we waiting for that other fae to show up with open arms?”

He smirks at you, and you consider wiping it off his face when his lights – which you now notice are purple – begin swirling around the two of you. While you watch in confusion, you notice the fae is eyeing them with pursed lips.

“What are they?”

The fae glances at you before looking back at the lights. “They’re called Merry Dancers.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, you ask, “Are they sentient?”

“They’re a part of me,” he quietly says as he gazes at them with a look you can only describe as fond. “They were born with me, and they will die with me.”

You can’t decide if that is a beautiful or painful notion. The beings you love and cherish cease existing when you do… However, now it made sense why they changed colors based on his emotions. They’re an extension of himself.

“They’re cute.”

His nose wrinkles in disgust. “Nothing in the Night Court is ‘cute’.”

“Whatever,” you mutter as you watch the two dancers begin floating around each other. They bob and weave, sometimes clashing like they’re playing together. That’s when you decide that the word “merry” fits them perfectly. They seem downright joyful. Even going as far as to give you a warm feeling in your chest.

“So, what are you called then?” You turn to the fae.

“I thought you knew all about us in the Night Court?”

Shaking your head, you decide you don’t care. You’ll just keep referring to him as your captor. You’re unsure why you’re even trying to get him to talk in the first place. The thought of making him feel empathy for you dwindles every time he opens his mouth.

“I am what is called a Candela,” he offers. “I’m a creature of light and shadow, but you can call me Beomgyu if you must.”

Immediately, you begin wracking your brain for information about Candelas, but nothing comes to mind. You recall hearing about a being that can traverse both this world and the Shadow World because of their powers, but whether that’s him or not, you have no idea.

“Well, Beomgyu, is there any way that we can stop this fae from coming after me? Unless you plan on giving me to him when he shows up?”

His nostrils flare as he growls out, “You. Are. Mine. No other fae is allowed to touch you.”

You take an involuntary step back as his eyes darken to a blackness that is entirely void of light. He looks animalistic. Purely a predator. Then, you remember how territorial fae become over their property, which is exactly what you are now.

“Okay,” you quietly respond before taking a deep breath. You have no plans of staying with him, but you certainly aren’t going to let some other fae take you, either. For the time being, your partners. “So, how do we stop him?”

It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but when he does, he says, “There are only two ways to stop him. I kill him, or the two of us bond our lives together.”

You open your mouth to ask, but he quickly cuts you off. “I would rather die than bond to a human, so that’s not an option.”

That’s fine with you because there’s not a single part of you that wants to be bound to a fae for the rest of your existence, but the other option didn’t quite work either. “I thought it was against your laws to kill each other?”

Beomgyu’s smile is feral. “I’m a member of the Oidhche Court, remember? Do you think I give a fuck about rules?”

While the Night Court’s attitude strictly leaned toward “screw the rules and screw you”, you knew they adhered to the laws just like the other two courts did. They may actively dislike them and find loopholes around most things, but they’re not going to outright break the law.

“While I’m sure you don’t, I know most of you will hesitate to break them.” You stubbornly jut out your chin like you know you’re right, but it’s a bluff.

“There you go thinking you know everything about the fae again.” He rolls his eyes, and you glare at him.

“Fine. Kill him. I don’t care what happens to you.”

Beomgyu smirks. “Thank you for your blessing.”

Though a dozen snarky comments work their way through your mind, you keep them to yourself as he turns toward his dancers. You watch as the two brightly colored orbs begin to dim and blend into the surrounding forest. When they both shoot off in different directions, you send Beomgyu a questioning look.

“They’re searching for safe areas.”

A brow raises. “You sent them to do recon?”

The corner of Beomgyu’s lips tilt up. “They’re here for more than just looking pretty. They serve a multitude of purposes.”

“How do you know what they’re doing or where they are?”

“I can feel them,” he says as he closes his eyes and focuses.

Silently, you watch him as he does whatever it is he’s doing. His brows furrow once or twice, but mostly, he stays still. After a couple minutes pass, a smirk breaks out on his face, and he opens his eyes.

“The fae is – “

Beomgyu’s eyes widen a fraction of a second before he drops to his knees, yelling in agony. Startled, you drop to your knees with him and try to figure out what’s happening. Are you under attack? Did someone get him from behind?

His body falls the rest of the way to the ground. Once he’s flat, he curls into the fetal position, and you take a couple of seconds to scan his backside. It doesn’t look like he’s injured, so what the hell is happening?

With a contorted face, he rocks on the ground, making sounds somewhere between a groan and a whimper. If you weren’t in the middle of the forest - where anyone could attack you - you’d take a moment to process your shock of seeing one of the strong, otherworldly fae in such a vulnerable state, but you don’t have the time. He needs to keep you alive. At the moment, he’s all you have to keep you safe from the other fae.

“Beomgyu? What’s happening?” You ask as you hesitantly reach for his shoulder. His entire body shakes under your touch. “How can I help you?”

It takes him a couple of tries before he gets out, “You can’t”.

A dim blue ball of light flashes past your vision and comes to rest on top of Beomgyu’s side. In the near week you’ve been with the dancers, you’ve never seen them rest once. They’re always zipping around like little balls of energy. This is the first time you’ve seen one so dim and lifeless, and a horrible thought strikes you.

The feeling emanating from the pair… The blue light of the dancer and Beomgyu’s near crippledness… The fact that the second dancer is nowhere to be seen leads you to one heartbreaking conclusion.

The other Merry Dancer is gone.

... To be continued.

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[biaswreckingfics]

Merry Dancer

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: Fae!AU, Angst

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death/killing

Summary: Being captured by a fae was not in your plans. Especially when that fae is a member of the notorious Night Court. When a second fae attempts to steal you from him, the last thing you expect is to team up with your captor... That is until he tells you the only way to save your lives is to bind them together.

~ A part of the Thrill of the Hunt collab hosted by @cultofdionysusnet ~

A flash of green streaks past your closed eyes, causing you to jerk your head back into the wooden wall you’re propped against. Pain momentarily stuns you as you blink open your eyes and try to reorient yourself. A little ball of green light hovers by your face, watching you, and you almost get the sense that it’s laughing. However, you can’t be sure because the ball of light is incapable of communicating. You think. Looking past the glowing orb, you see its floating counterpart on the other side of the room, hovering next to him.

The fae that stole you.

The fae that’s currently rolling his eyes and shaking his head in your direction.

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the wall, ignoring the painful twinge you initially feel. This is all bullshit. This entire predicament you’re in is pure and utter bullshit. You can’t believe you’ve let this happen.

The cry of an injured animal catches your attention. You whip your head toward the direction of the sound and spot something furry and low to the ground through the trees. Taking a few steps toward it, you cautiously approach the beige ball of fluff, carelessly stepping off the path.

The moment you get close, it darts deeper into the woods. Following it, you twist and turn through the trees until you’ve not only lost the animal, but you’ve lost the path you were walking on. In an attempt to find it again, you retrace your steps, but you’re so twisted and turned that you have no idea where you are.

Everything looks the same.

After an hour passes of you aimlessly wandering around, you plop down onto the forest floor and try to regroup. Walking around in circles isn’t going to help you. It’s only going to pull you deeper into the woods. Maybe you can climb up and get a higher vantage point to see where you are?

You glance up at the trees around you, quickly noting how thick they get the higher they go. You’d be able to climb, but seeing through the leaves and growth would be relatively impossible. Nixing that option in favor of keeping your strength, you give yourself a moment to rest.

What’d they say about moss growing on trees? It grows on the north side? It points to the north side? Ugh, you whine in frustration. Whose stupid idea was it for you to come out here and pick berries? You don’t even know which ones are poisonous and which ones aren’t!

A flash of yellow in your peripheral vision causes you to quickly turn, but it’s gone before you can see it. Finding it odd but not cause for alarm, you forget about it until you see it again. This time, it’s on your other side.

Slowly, you stand up and try to work it through your mind. It was probably a bird… or a butterfly. Something harmless. Though, when you see it a third time, you notice it’s… glowing? Furrowing your brows, you walk toward the tree you saw it dart behind. Just as you’re about to peek around the trunk at whatever it is, it pops out directly in front of your face.

Startled, you step back. The yellow - definitely glowing - ball of light flutters back and forth in front of your face. All you can do is gape at it as it flickers and hovers in front of you. There are no distinguishable features. It looks just like a light bulb but with less of a discernible shape.

Nothing about it seems dangerous or threatening, so you relax your posture. It’s actually kind of cute… You lift your hand up toward it to see what it does. If it’ll be cautious like a cat or throw caution to the wind. It moves just out of your reach, but as soon as you put your arm back down, it gets closer.

It’s not scared of you, but it doesn’t particularly want you to touch it, either.

A moment later, a second one pops out from behind a tree. Your eyes widen as you look between the two glowing orbs. What are these things, and why are they so cute?

A branch snaps behind you, and you quickly glance back. Nothing immediately catches your attention except for the fact that the woods lay silent. Not a single peep from a bird or scurry from a squirrel can be heard. It even seems like the trees have stopped swaying.

A creeping feeling of alarm crawls up your neck. You survey your surroundings, making sure not to move an inch. Something is out there. Your senses are screaming it at you, but what are you going to do? You can’t outrun a wild animal, and if it’s anything else…

One of the orbs circles your head, pulling your attention to it. When it darts behind you, you turn your head to follow it. The light is only feet away from you. The second ball is even further away into the trees. At first, you assume they’re scared of something, but as the light next to you moves closer, then further away, you realize something.

They want you to follow them.

Shuffling behind you has you whipping back around. This time, you spot a shadow disappear behind a tree. Deciding to take your chances with the lights, you take off after them.

They bob and weave through the trees as you follow them, but they make sure to never get too far ahead of you. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest while you run after them. A heady mix of exertion and fear causes the organ to slam into your ribcage.

Branches snap behind you, and though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back. A dark figure that you can only see for seconds at a time bounds behind you. Facing forward, you try to focus on your foot placement. Tripping and falling would be the same as offering yourself up on a silver platter.

The following minutes feel like the longest moments of your life. They seem endless, and your body is quickly growing tired. One infuriating thing you notice is that your follower is still well and truly there. It hasn’t given up, and it hasn’t fallen back, which leads you to a terrifying thought…

It hasn’t gotten closer, either.

Surely, if it was an animal, it’d have given up or gotten you by now. This thing feels like it’s playing with you. Like it’s enjoying the thrill of the hunt… Just like a fae would.

Almost as if it can hear your thoughts, the footsteps get closer, becoming quicker and gaining ground. You throw whatever energy you have left into your feet and try to run faster. It works for a moment, but then, your feet start to sink.

You have no choice but to slow down as the ground becomes wet and spongy. You consider carrying on, but your next step has your body sinking into the mossy ground. When you take another step, and the same thing happens, you debate the advantage of trying to dredge through, but that’s when you notice something.

Your foot is stuck, and it’s not just the one. They both are.

Panic claws at your throat as you try to get out, but it’s no use. It feels like you’re suction cupped to the ground. What the hell is this stuff?

“The bog? Really?”

A deep voice from behind you has your entire being frozen. Your follower… Somehow, you had almost forgotten.

“You know how much I hate this wretched stench.”

Confusion has you twisting your upper body around to face the being. Once you spot him, you have to work to keep your mouth from falling open. A man taller than you surveys the bog with distaste, but that’s not what has you in awe. It’s his appearance. With brownish-red hair and high cheekbones, the man before you has to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His eyes even appeared to sparkle in the rapidly diminishing evening sky. However, before you can get lost in his beauty, it dawns on you that he’s talking to someone.

Glancing past him, you don’t see anyone else, and bewilderment quickly grows. Who was he talking to? He clearly was –

The two glowing lights pass on each side of you, heading to the newcomer. You watch in silent fascination as they dance around his lithe body. He softly smiles at the lights, and you recognize the look of admiration on his face. That’s when it hits you. They’re with him… and they just led you into his trap.

Coming back to the present, you can’t help but think about how easily you were caught. It’s pathetic, really. You barely even put up a fight, and it’s embarrassing. You literally just followed two glowing orbs through the woods. Insert eye roll here.

When you open your eyes, you find the lights swirling around the fae. They bounce in a way you would almost describe as happy, but you’re unsure if they have feelings and emotions. All you know is that they like to be around the fae.

If you had to guess, you’d say they were a part of him or maybe he controlled them. Especially since the three beings appear to be connected. The lights, which were yellow when you encountered them, change color on a whim. Often when your fae captor seems to experience emotion.

When you first arrived at his home, something had greatly saddened the fae. You didn’t pay close attention, as you were looking for a way to loosen your bonds, but that’s when you noticed the lights were blue. Then later, when the fae had gotten pissed off at your incessant begging to be let go, they turned red. Since then, you’ve seen a myriad of colors floating around the room.

As of right now, besides the colorful moods, all you know about your captor is what you see. A tall, lithe body with pale skin. Dark hair that is swept over his forehead, and eyes the color of tree bark. You can’t get a grip on his voice because he barely speaks. The most you’ve heard from him is monosyllabic responses, and those were mostly to his lights.

You, on the other hand, he barely acknowledges. When you ask him what he wants and why he has kidnapped you, he only seems exasperated. A part of you isn’t even sure if he knows why he took you. It’s like he wanted the chase. He wanted to catch you and scare you, and now that he has, he has no idea what to do with you... or maybe he just plans on keeping you here forever like some living trophy. By your best guess, you’ve been here for nearly a week, and all those days have been you tied up in a corner, watching him and his lights.

There has got to be a way for you to get out of here. You’ve tested the bonds, though, and unless by some miracle you find something sharp near you, you don’t know how you’ll get out of them. Not to mention, you’re in the middle of the forest. If you did escape, he’d probably send his lights after you again. Actually, maybe he liked the chase so much, that’s exactly what he’s waiting for.

The sudden silence has you refocusing on the fae. His body, which has mostly appeared graceful, is suddenly tense and rigid. His entire being seems alert, nearly predatory, and you have a feeling this is exactly how he looked when he spotted you in the woods.

Someone – or something – must be near his home. While a small part of you feels hopeful that it’s someone who can help you, the logical part of you quickly squashes that feeling. No human would be out here. It’s not likely. What is likely is another fae is encroaching on his territory. Another threat.

The front door flies open, splintering wood into pieces that scatter all over you and the kitchen. You tuck your head, hoping to avoid the impact, but chunks of wood still smack into you. The next moment is pure chaos.

A brute of a fae enters your captor’s house. His golden skin is bright, making his muscles appear less defined, but you aren’t stupid. This fae is three times the size of yours. While the captor may have speed on his side, he’ll be no match for his challenger. Which means you need to figure out a way to get out of here before he discovers you tied up like a stuffed pig.

Searching the broken pieces of wood around you, you find a splintered piece with sharp and jagged points by your toes. You immediately start scooting it to you with your bound feet. Once it’s close enough, you pick it up and find an angle that works for your tied hands. Gripping the piece tightly, you begin to saw at the rope and vines holding you securely in place.

The sound of two bodies colliding causes you to flinch, but you refuse to look away from your task. The grunts and commotion of things breaking cause your panic to heighten. You push at your ties with every ounce of strength you have, and nearly cry with relief when a vine breaks.

The two fae fight mercilessly with each other, holding nothing back. Glass shatters somewhere near you as a lean body goes sailing past. You pause in your work long enough to find your captor on the floor and the brute approaching you. A cry leaves you as you quicken your pace. Realization hits you that you’re the reason the fae broke in here.

Suddenly, a lithe body launches through the air, and your body deflates with relief. Another vine around your ankles snaps, leaving only a half-frayed rope left. With renewed determination, you work at that rope until it falls apart.

Free, you jump up from your spot and run for the door. The two are locked in such a heated battle that you’re unsure they even see your escape. As soon as you burst into the fresh air, you put all your focus into moving your feet as swiftly as possible. Ignoring the urge to look back at your dungeon or look around for help.

Nobody in these woods would help you. Your best bet is to run as far away as possible and then come up with a game plan.

About 100 yards into your running, a roar sounds out from behind you, causing your heart to thump painfully in your chest. A whimper escapes your lips, but you clamp your mouth closed to keep any other noises at bay. For some reason, everything in you is screaming that the brute is the one who made that noise, and that terrifies you more than anything.

Branches crash, and you quickly realize there isn’t enough distance between you and the cabin. He’ll reach you soon, and then you’re really screwed. Even though your sides cramp painfully, you push whatever little energy you have left into your run.

A streak of red flies past your vision before it suddenly stops. When a second red orb comes flying at it, you almost collapse with an odd relief. The lights. Your captor.

In any other circumstance, those words would terrify you, but if you had to choose between the two fae, you’re going to choose the one that hasn’t hurt you. Not the one that busted down a door and attacked another fae to apparently get to you. Devil you know, and all that.

The lights keep pace with you, giving you a sort of comfort. Even though you can still hear the fae behind you. For a moment, you wonder if it’s your captor chasing you, but then you remember how stealthy and quiet he had been the first time.

A figure suddenly appears before you in a flash of white light, giving you zero time to stop. You plow into his surprisingly hard body and look into the eyes of your captor, his hands reaching for your arms to steady you. He searches your face only for a moment before his eyes dart to the noise behind you. With furrowed brows, he grips you tightly. Then, there’s nothing.

It feels like you’re floating. Like you’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The only solid thing you feel is him. Then, it’s over as quickly as it started.

Once the earth is solid beneath your feet again, it’s like your vision all comes back at once. Your captor looks at you like he’s waiting for you to orient yourself. When he feels you’re good enough, he drops his hands and steps away. Taking a moment to look around, you realize you’re no longer standing where you once stood.

You’re still in the forest, and you would almost guess you were in the same spot except for two things. One, the crashing sound of branches snapping is no longer behind you. Two, there’s a small clearing just a few trees ahead. One you’ve never seen before. One you magically “poofed” to.

“Did we just teleport?” you ask, having heard whispers about the magic before.

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”

His dry response catches you off guard, or maybe it’s the fact that he spoke at all. His voice is deep and soft and not what you expected. When he turns to face his orbs, you examine him.

His clothes are ripped from the brawl and dried blood cakes his hands. There are also splatters on his face and neck that you missed in the middle of your magical journey. Yet, he didn’t have any visible marks on him. Either he heals super-fast, or he fights better than you gave him credit for.

“Who was that?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask his name in the middle of him destroying my home,” he sarcastically responds before spitting out, “He was another fae.”

His monotone response causes a spike of irritation, and you grunt out a “No shit.”

Finally, he faces you, and you can see the spark of intrigue buried in his eyes. He cocks his head as he appraises you. “So, you do have bite after all.”

“Have you been waiting for me to throw sassy remarks at you while being tied up in your kitchen?”

“I was waiting for you to do something,” he shrugs. Freaking shrugs.

Pushing down your anger, you ask, “I suppose you’re waiting for me to do something now?”

“Actually, at the moment, I’m waiting to see if the fae can track us.”

That causes your anger to rapidly fade. You thought once you teleported, that was the end. The fae wouldn’t be able to follow you, and you’d only have to deal with your captor.

“Can he?”

“We’ll find out,” he says in the most bored tone you’ve ever heard.

We’ll find out. We’ll. Find. Out. You know what? You’re starting to hope your captor tries to abduct you again because you’re going to find the closest sharp object and stab him with it.

“I’m thrilled you’re so blasé about this.” When he completely ignores you, you consider kicking him in his long ass legs. “I’m guessing he was after me then? Since you two didn’t seem so friendly.”

“Really? You mean friends don’t burst through your door and start kicking the shit out of you? Weird.”

A shriek of frustration works its way up your throat. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“Then stop asking me questions.”

Without thinking, you step forward and do exactly what you were fantasizing about doing. Your foot connects with the side of his leg, causing him to grunt, but that’s it.

He looks down at his pants before his gaze travels up to your face. An eyebrow raises as he asks, “Is that really the best you’ve got?”

“I’m going to stab you.”

A smirk grows on his face. “Don’t get me excited.”

“You’re insufferable!”

He raises his arms to the side and says, “Welcome to the Oidhche Court.”

Oidhche. The Night Court.

Of course. Of course, it’d be a member of the Night Court that abducts you. The court that views humans as playthings. The unruly and unpredictable court that rarely ever plays by the rules. The true psychopaths of the fae world.

How lucky for you.

“I can tell by your face that you’ve heard of us.”

“Of course, I have. They tell us horror stories about your kind to scare the children.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Though I must admit… You haven’t seemed entirely deranged so far.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please, human. Tell me more of what you know about the fae.”

Exasperated, you turn away from him and start walking away. Your eyes spot the clearing, and you make a clear march towards it. Even though you know he has zero intentions of letting you go.

“I wouldn’t put yourself out in the open like that,” he calls after you.

“Why? Is a fae going to come and take me?” You throw over your shoulder. “Or better yet, maybe two of them will fight over me!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath, which would cause you to laugh in any other circumstance. Maybe a ghost of a smile pulls at your lips, but it’s quickly wiped when a flash of white followed by your captor stands in front of you, blocking your way.

“There are a lot of bigger and scarier things than me in this forest. I would tread carefully, human.”

You throw your hands up. “Well, are we just going to stand here? Are we waiting for that other fae to show up with open arms?”

He smirks at you, and you consider wiping it off his face when his lights – which you now notice are purple – begin swirling around the two of you. While you watch in confusion, you notice the fae is eyeing them with pursed lips.

“What are they?”

The fae glances at you before looking back at the lights. “They’re called Merry Dancers.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, you ask, “Are they sentient?”

“They’re a part of me,” he quietly says as he gazes at them with a look you can only describe as fond. “They were born with me, and they will die with me.”

You can’t decide if that is a beautiful or painful notion. The beings you love and cherish cease existing when you do… However, now it made sense why they changed colors based on his emotions. They’re an extension of himself.

“They’re cute.”

His nose wrinkles in disgust. “Nothing in the Night Court is ‘cute’.”

“Whatever,” you mutter as you watch the two dancers begin floating around each other. They bob and weave, sometimes clashing like they’re playing together. That’s when you decide that the word “merry” fits them perfectly. They seem downright joyful. Even going as far as to give you a warm feeling in your chest.

“So, what are you called then?” You turn to the fae.

“I thought you knew all about us in the Night Court?”

Shaking your head, you decide you don’t care. You’ll just keep referring to him as your captor. You’re unsure why you’re even trying to get him to talk in the first place. The thought of making him feel empathy for you dwindles every time he opens his mouth.

“I am what is called a Candela,” he offers. “I’m a creature of light and shadow, but you can call me Beomgyu if you must.”

Immediately, you begin wracking your brain for information about Candelas, but nothing comes to mind. You recall hearing about a being that can traverse both this world and the Shadow World because of their powers, but whether that’s him or not, you have no idea.

“Well, Beomgyu, is there any way that we can stop this fae from coming after me? Unless you plan on giving me to him when he shows up?”

His nostrils flare as he growls out, “You. Are. Mine. No other fae is allowed to touch you.”

You take an involuntary step back as his eyes darken to a blackness that is entirely void of light. He looks animalistic. Purely a predator. Then, you remember how territorial fae become over their property, which is exactly what you are now.

“Okay,” you quietly respond before taking a deep breath. You have no plans of staying with him, but you certainly aren’t going to let some other fae take you, either. For the time being, your partners. “So, how do we stop him?”

It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but when he does, he says, “There are only two ways to stop him. I kill him, or the two of us bond our lives together.”

You open your mouth to ask, but he quickly cuts you off. “I would rather die than bond to a human, so that’s not an option.”

That’s fine with you because there’s not a single part of you that wants to be bound to a fae for the rest of your existence, but the other option didn’t quite work either. “I thought it was against your laws to kill each other?”

Beomgyu’s smile is feral. “I’m a member of the Oidhche Court, remember? Do you think I give a fuck about rules?”

While the Night Court’s attitude strictly leaned toward “screw the rules and screw you”, you knew they adhered to the laws just like the other two courts did. They may actively dislike them and find loopholes around most things, but they’re not going to outright break the law.

“While I’m sure you don’t, I know most of you will hesitate to break them.” You stubbornly jut out your chin like you know you’re right, but it’s a bluff.

“There you go thinking you know everything about the fae again.” He rolls his eyes, and you glare at him.

“Fine. Kill him. I don’t care what happens to you.”

Beomgyu smirks. “Thank you for your blessing.”

Though a dozen snarky comments work their way through your mind, you keep them to yourself as he turns toward his dancers. You watch as the two brightly colored orbs begin to dim and blend into the surrounding forest. When they both shoot off in different directions, you send Beomgyu a questioning look.

“They’re searching for safe areas.”

A brow raises. “You sent them to do recon?”

The corner of Beomgyu’s lips tilt up. “They’re here for more than just looking pretty. They serve a multitude of purposes.”

“How do you know what they’re doing or where they are?”

“I can feel them,” he says as he closes his eyes and focuses.

Silently, you watch him as he does whatever it is he’s doing. His brows furrow once or twice, but mostly, he stays still. After a couple minutes pass, a smirk breaks out on his face, and he opens his eyes.

“The fae is – “

Beomgyu’s eyes widen a fraction of a second before he drops to his knees, yelling in agony. Startled, you drop to your knees with him and try to figure out what’s happening. Are you under attack? Did someone get him from behind?

His body falls the rest of the way to the ground. Once he’s flat, he curls into the fetal position, and you take a couple of seconds to scan his backside. It doesn’t look like he’s injured, so what the hell is happening?

With a contorted face, he rocks on the ground, making sounds somewhere between a groan and a whimper. If you weren’t in the middle of the forest - where anyone could attack you - you’d take a moment to process your shock of seeing one of the strong, otherworldly fae in such a vulnerable state, but you don’t have the time. He needs to keep you alive. At the moment, he’s all you have to keep you safe from the other fae.

“Beomgyu? What’s happening?” You ask as you hesitantly reach for his shoulder. His entire body shakes under your touch. “How can I help you?”

It takes him a couple of tries before he gets out, “You can’t”.

A dim blue ball of light flashes past your vision and comes to rest on top of Beomgyu’s side. In the near week you’ve been with the dancers, you’ve never seen them rest once. They’re always zipping around like little balls of energy. This is the first time you’ve seen one so dim and lifeless, and a horrible thought strikes you.

The feeling emanating from the pair… The blue light of the dancer and Beomgyu’s near crippledness… The fact that the second dancer is nowhere to be seen leads you to one heartbreaking conclusion.

The other Merry Dancer is gone.

... To be continued.

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[biaswreckingfics]

To quote our lord and savior,

HI, HELLO

I thought I’d go on main to gush and overshare!

I know you’ve had a tough year but I’m so proud of you for getting through it !!even when it felt never ending (though tbh I feel like the universe was just being cruel with adding three weeks sick at the end of the year) you continued to persevere!

I wish you all the best, warm hugs, and only happiness for the new year

Now for the 180 turn! LOOK! AT! THIS! TRUCK! I! SAW!

As soon as I read it I went “same”

And like some would see bimbo as an insult, but really doesn’t everyone have something they go bimbo over? Being a little bimbo never hurt anyone. Who doesn’t like to shut the brain off and simply enjoy something.

Speaking of no brain.

My stinky boy had a good play at the park.

Meanwhile, at home, I can’t get this girly off of me. She must love the post surgery smell. In fact she’s on my stomach right now. Like a perfect sphinx. (She totally does deserve to be worshiped by the Egyptians)

Also everyone should buy a pregnancy pillow. It makes sleeping on your side so much easier.

Anywaysssssss *lots of hand hearts and smooches because you’re the best girlie* remember! You a hot girl doing hot girl shit and this year will not defeat you.

To quote our lord and savior lmao I love that!!

I'm so thoroughly happy that 2023 is over with. I'm looking for a fresh start in 2024, and I hope this will be the best year I've had yet. I'm crossing all of my fingers at this point and taking a deep breath. I hope you have a great year also!! This past year sucked for so many.

Aren't people taking back the word bimbo and trying to turn it into a positive thing?? That's what I've heard, at least lol

DOGGO AND KITTY? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE SUCH A BLESSING?? YOUR BABIES ARE SO CUTE!!

Honestly, though, the Egyptians were onto something when it came to worshipping cats. I worship the shit out of my furbaby. She deserves it for just existing!!

That just reminded me of that moment on Teen Wolf when Scott was like "I'm the hot girl?" and Stiles was like "Yes, you are" lmao

#quaaacky #out here saving my life like always