#Eyebrow Piercing Hyunjin has ruined me

[baby-yongbok]

Call me, baby

Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre - Smut, slow(ish) and then boom porn - Strangers to lovers (non-idol)

♡ Word Count: 7.6k

♡ Summary: Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing, where giving a beautiful stranger and eyebrow piercing can lead to the best fuck of your life.

♡ A/N: I started this as soon as photo's of Hyunjin with that damned eyebrow piercing came out. I am EXHAUSTED the horny took over, I'm ruined and now maybe you are too. 😭 I wanted to have this be a bit of a slow burn type of thing just so there could be some build up and longing ya know? I don't usually draw things out this long but I wanted to give it a shot. 💕Please enjoy it, I worked hard and I'd love to hear feedback. I also only lightly edited it for right now, I'll look over it again later! Gosh I'm exhausted. + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡

♡ Warnings: Pain slut Hyunjin, Descriptive piercing process, Biting, Hair pulling, Appearances by Lee Know, unprotected sex (safe sex is good. be safe ya'll) Oral (f&m receiving), nipple play (kinda? & not for too long + reader has nipple piercings)

✧ Masterlist ✧

“Hey, man. Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing whatcha lookin for tonight?” Minho, your ex and fellow co-owner of the shop asks as that familiar jingle rings through the empty shop. You’re too busy cleaning up your space to listen in on what the new customer wants. You’re sure that it’s something simple since it’s close to midnight and all that gets done this late are simple piercings and tattoos that people will regret in the morning.   

“Baby, you got a customer up front.” Minho calls as he makes his way over to his station. The name prompts a fake gag and an award winning eye roll as you move across your station

“Do not call me that, ew.” The echo of Minho’s chuckle makes him sound closer than he is as he rounds the corner of the wall dividing your spaces. You’re a two person crew so you get to spend every second that you’re in this shop with your ex which wouldn’t be so bad if he and his new girlfriend weren’t all over each other every chance that they got. You love the girl and they’re a much better match than the two of you ever were but it’s been so long since you’ve been with someone that you feel like they’re just teasing you at this point.

“You used to love that.” With folded arms he leans against your side of the wall and you turn to him with a hand on your hip while the other one is full of supplies.

“And I used to love you.” He hisses, holding a hand over his heart with faux pain in his eyes. 

“Ouch.” You throw an empty ink cap at him and you both laugh. “Well since you don’t love me I’ll be right back.” He walks over to the front desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and heading out to the front of the shop.

“Where the hell are you going?” You whine, running up behind him. He turns to face you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. Does he really need to go get his dick wet right now? 

“Seriously, Min!” He laughs at your incredulous scoff as he throws on his jacket. “If I’m not back in an hour, close up for me, yeah?” With a quick wink and a smirk he rushes out of the door before you even have a chance to protest. You know that he’ll be back, he always comes back but you still want to give him a piece of your mind. You flip him off as you watch him pass the large front window and he kisses back at you. You love that you two had a clean break but god does he get on your nerves. 

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath as you look down at the form on the counter. “Hyunjin?” 

You hear shuffling in the very far corner of the waiting area as you flip through his paperwork. 

“That’s me.” You smile down at the clipboard once you hear his voice, at least he’s not some rude wasted guy. “You can come with me.” 

When you look up your jaw nearly hits the counter, is beautiful even the right word to describe this man? You don’t usually have a type but if you had to pick one it would be the man standing right in front of you. “ Uh, hey my name’s Y/n, I’ll be piercing you tonight and it uh-”

Gosh, his eye contact is intense, how does he do that? “It says here that you wanna get a horizontal eyebrow piercing?”

“Right.” He shakes his head as he rocks back and forth on his heels and you nod. 

“Awesome, it should be pretty quick, let’s do this.” You unlock the swing door and allow him back into your station. You decide to close the privacy curtain that separates your space from the rest of the shop since the chances of anyone else coming in is close to zero, you’re not as accessible as the shops close to town so this is the quiet hour for you.

Hyunjin watches as you start collecting the supplies that you’ll need. You move carefully, making sure that everything is just how you like it. “Have you been doing this for a long time?” You hadn’t even noticed the way that he seems to be nearly looking over your shoulder this entire time.

“Long enough.” He smiles at your shy laugh as you pick a marker from your cup. “We’ve owned this place for about three years.” 

“You and your boyfriend?” You scowl at his words, pulling a chuckle from his chest. “I guess he’s not your boyfriend.”

“He’s my ex, we already bought this place when we broke up so I couldn’t escape him.” A dramatic sigh follows your statement as you motion for him to sit down on the chair in front of you. “We're friends now, best friends, but I am a single girl.”

Hyunjin cocks his brow, causing you to accidently draw a line across his eyelid. “Sorry about that.” He chuckles and you smile at the soft sound. 

“It’s alright.” You clean him up and the feeling of his gaze burning into you makes you smirk. You’re more than used to clients staring at you, there are some that will try to make an ungraceful pass at you while they’re at it but for some reason having Hyunjin stare at you so intensely is welcomed? Maybe because he’s cute. That definitely helps. “Ready?”

“Ready.” You mark him perfectly this time and point him towards the mirror to check if he likes the placement. “Perfect.”

“Awesome let’s stick ya then.” You motion him towards your reclined chair and he gracefully fills the spot with his tall frame. “You’re not scared of needles are you?”

“Not at all.” The smirk on his face as he stares up at the ceiling catches you off guard. You’ve never seen anyone smile at the thought of getting stabbed before. You wipe your hands and snap on your gloves before moving in front of your rolling tray where all of your supplies are set up. “Did it hurt when you got yours?”

“Nope, but that’s probably because I did it myself.” You grab your scissor clamp and move next to Hyunjin. “Okay, so, the steps are to clamp the site, pierce it, feed the jewelry through and then you’re out of here.”

“Sounds easy enough, go ahead.” You nod leaning over him gently. This is the first time in all of your years as a piercing artist that you’ve felt self conscious about the deep V cut of your shirt. You usually couldn’t care less but right now you’re almost hyper aware of the way that you’re presenting yourself to the man in front of you. You’re also hyper aware of the way that he’s staring right at the lacey red of your bra that’s peeking out, or is it the studs of your nipple piercing pressing against your tight cotton shirt that’s caught his attention? Either way, the way that he’s staring is causing something that you haven’t felt in awhile to stir deep in your stomach.

“Gonna clamp you now, it shouldn’t hurt but just take a deep breath anyway.” You whisper as you turn his head a bit to get a better look at the piercing site. Now he’s really got a good view. He’s perfectly still as you clamp him and you praise him for every little thing that he does right, he seems to take a liking to that since every time something sweet comes out of your mouth he hums with contentment. 

“Ready for the stick?”

“Go ahead.” He licks his lips while his gaze is still trained on your chest and you can’t help but to push your thighs together. He seemed to have noticed since a ghost of a smile adorned his lips right after. 

“Breath in.” He follows your instruction and you position the needle right at the mark only pushing a bit to prepare him. “And out.” He was an easy stick, it went in perfectly. It was smooth and quick and he definitely hissed a moan when you did it. You stay in place, leaning over him with the plastic needle still in. 

“Everything good?” The sound of his moan rang through your ears as you avoided eye contact with him. He hums a confirmation, his eyes are shut now and his bottom lip is between his teeth. Good god. Did he not notice or does he just not care? Does he have a thing for pain? “I’m going to uh- feed the jewelry through.” 

You move his head a bit, trying to find the best position for the light to hit him. Why is the lighting so shitty all of the sudden? “Everything alright?” There’s a slight chuckle in his voice and you sigh.

“Yeah I just can’t get a good light right now. It’s like my damn shadow moved in the way.” You move a bit back and forth but nothing is comfortable enough. “Can I like… could you just move your hip over a bit?” He does as you ask immediately and you swiftly prop your knee up on the chair. 

“Thanks, that's so much better.” You grab the jewelry, and wedge it into the plastic needle for the feed through. “You’ll feel a bit of pressure, it might sting okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Just as you’re about to move the needle you feel the soft brush of his fingers on your inner thigh. That had to be an accident right? Do you want it to be an accident? Not really.

“One, two, go.” You slowly feed the jewelry through and this time a soft grunt leaves his lips but that’s not all. You freeze when you feel it, glancing down at Hyunjin while his eyes are still closed and his fingers grip the flesh of your inner thigh. “Good?”

“Great.” It’s a miracle that you didn’t moan at the feeling of him grabbing you but you decide to thank whatever higher power saved you instead of thinking about what if’s. One thing’s clear though; he definitely has a thing for pain.

“Let me just -” You reach over to your rolling tray and his grip on your thigh loosens but he doesn’t let go. “- Just gotta put the ball on the end.” You secure his jewelry, screwing on the end and wiping it down with bactine. 

“Done.” He sighs but he doesn’t move. You look down at him, expecting him to say something, but he stays silent. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the electricity that having his hand inches away from your heat is causing. “Wanna look at it?”

He nods, finally moving his hand, now maybe you can breathe normally. You both move at the same time but he sits up much slower than expected. “Feeling good?” Hyunjin hums as he adjusts his pants and makes his way over to the mirror, leaning in to get a good look at the new accessory. 

“So good.” Yup, he has a pain kink. It’s confirmed.

Once you’ve cleaned up all the immediate things and rid yourself of your gloves you move over towards him slowly. Usually you’d make small talk but you don’t feel too capable of doing that with the way that your core is pulsing with need at the moment. 

You watch as he studies the piercing. You should be looking at it too but you can’t focus on anything but the sharp beauty of his features and the way that his wine red hair falls against his temples and compliments the blush running up his neck. As much as you try to stop yourself you can’t help but indulge in taking him in further. You can’t help but to let your gaze run down the length of his strong arm and admire the way that his black sweats are hanging from his hips. Your eyes linger on the hem of his pants for a second too long and that’s when you notice it. Right below the perfect bow of his drawstrings is a delicious bulge that you desperately want to show attention to. Your tongue darts out, licking at the corner of your mouth a bit as you eye him. Snap out of it, come on.

“Think I should get a tattoo there?” Your eyes snap to his reflection but he’s already looking at you. Fuck, did he catch you staring? Of course he did, it was so obvious. “I’ve been thinking about it.” 

His smile makes you feel like you could explode at any second but you decide to try a bit harder to contain yourself. “I think that could be hot.” Fuck, no no no, why did you say that.

“Hot? You think so?” He cocks his eyebrow just like he did earlier but this time the gold stud adorning his thick brow makes a shiver run up your spine and sends a spark to your clit. He was already hot without the piercing but now it’s just unfair.

“Uh yeah, I do.” Before you can try to turn around and make your escape from further embarrassing yourself he turns to you. 

“Would you do it?” His eyes are focused on yours and for some reason you can’t find it in you to look away. 

“Do…your hip tattoo?” He nods and you shift your weight as you imagine the process. Could you even stand to be that close to his dick? You’re standing in front of him right now and you feel like you could combust from the eye contact. Surely you’ll melt if you end up having to stare at his hard dick for hours while he gets off on the pain of your needle for a second time. 

“I would.” Your answer leaves your lips in a half whisper before you can even think about it but the smile that pulls at his lips makes you forget your prior argument. “Just let me know when.”

“Do you have a card?” 

“Up front, I’ll give it to you with your care instructions.” You find yourself glancing down one more time before attempting to blink away all of your horny thoughts. As much as you want to fall to your knees and relieve him of his pain induced hard on you have to keep it professional, even if you were just caught staring at his dick print. “You paid when you came in, right?”

Quickly, you make your way around him to open your curtain and lead him to the counter. “Yeah I did.” You can feel him close behind you as you unlock the swing door to let him out.

“But you did such a great job.” The slam of the small door behind him makes you jump a bit but his following question is what really did it. “Do you take tips? Or could I give you more than that?”

You choke a bit on your inhale but at the same time there couldn’t possibly be a hint of oxygen left in your body with the way that he’s looking at you with his arms crossed and leaning on the counter. Your brain isn’t working anymore, it’s completely smooth as you stare back at Hyunjin’s cool smile. Hell, if he’s offering you’re going to take it.

Just as you’re about to calculate your own suggestive reply that familiar jingle echoes off the walls and your gaze lands on none-other than your godforsaken ex. He eyes you as you stand behind the counter with red cheeks and your palms spread and pressing into the desk. 

“All good?” He looks between you and Hyunjin with raised brows. You force a smile as you frantically scan the desk for the care instruction packet. 

“Yup, all good.” The sigh that follows your sentence is less than convincing but Minho lets it slide in the name of trusting you. You turn your attention back to Hyunjin who’s eyes were already on you. “So here are the care instructions. Don’t change it for about two months and uh, just make sure to keep it clean and um yeah everything that you need to know is in here.”

He takes the packet, brushing his fingers against yours in the process. Hopefully the way that you shivered wasn’t too obvious. Are you really that down bad? Usually you’re witty and flirty, you tend to have a pretty smart mouth with customers but as soon as you saw Hyunjin all of that went right out the window. 

“Your card.” He nods towards the display on the desk and you quickly grab one for him.

“It has the shop number and my instagram on there. If you want to contact me directly, Instagram is the best way to do it but I’m here almost everyday. If I’m not coming in, I'll post it on my story.” He flips the card between his fingers allowing you to get a good look at what you wish were still grabbing at the tender flesh of your thighs. Your focus breaks when he rubs the card between his fingers and a second one falls to the counter. “Oh, must’ve given you two by accident.”

“So I’ll message you.” Standing straight he slips the card into his pocket. “If I have any questions.” He takes a step back, taking you in one more time. 

“Yeah, I’ll answer as fast as I can.” 

“Baby, did you use the last of the caps?” Minho calls from the storage room and the scoff that follows makes Hyunjin laugh. 

“Stop calling me that for goodness sake.” With the flash of a quick smile and mumbled goodnight you leave Hyunjin at the front and head over to your annoying cock blocking ex. Once you get to him you see him leaning against the storage room door with his eyes on his phone screen. “I thought you were looking for caps.”

“Nah, figured that you needed me to save you. That guy should’ve been gone already.” Did he seriously just ruin any chance that you had at getting laid tonight? And by a man as hot as Hyunjin at that. 

“We were talking.”

“You don’t do small talk.” Minho’s pinched brows earns him an eye roll as you head over to your station. “So he wasn’t bothering you?”

“Far from it.” The way that you’re aggressively cleaning your tray gives Minho all the hints he needs but it would be out of character for him to just drop the topic.  

"Then what was he doing?" Minho asks in his teasing tone that you’ve grown to be more than familiar with. You pause and sigh as your mind lingers on the feel of Hyunjin’s fingers gripping you and the sounds he made with each hint of pain. 

"He was trying to make me interested." 

“Was it working?” The silence that followed his question spoke louder than any words could. “His number is on the form ya know.”

“Just lock up, Minho. I’m not breaking any privacy laws just so I can get fucked.” He throws his hands up in surrender, backing away and heading to the front. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and contain the many emotions running through you. You should’ve been on your game tonight but Hyunjin just threw you off. You haven’t been that attracted to anyone in so long that all of your skills went right out the window as soon as he looked at you. Maybe he’ll message you? Ask you a question or two and then ask you out. What if he doesn’t? What if Minho scared him off and you never hear from him again?

“Baby.” 

“Lee Minho, stop calling me -” You pause when you turn to him, looking down at the card he’s offering you between his fingers. “What?” He extends his arm to you further, earning his third eye roll of the day as you snatch the cardstock away from him.

“It’s my card.” You shrug at him.

“Turn it over.” Your pulse picks up a bit once you notice the red ink on the back of the card. Hyunjin’s name and number is written in pretty symbols right across the middle with a small note. ‘Call me, baby.’

“I’ll stop calling you that now.” 

Sleep didn't come easy last night but you sure did at the thought of Hyunjin. It doesn't help that you texted him immediately and he didn't waste a second before replying to you. Your night was spent getting to know him a bit as your mind danced on the idea of him fucking you into your mattress. The amount of time that you pretended that your fingers were his slender ones while you answered one of his questions is actually award winning. The taping of your cum covered fingers against your screen went on until you tired yourself out and fell asleep while waiting for his next text. 

“Going out.” Minho looked up from the sketch book in front of him just in time to watch as you grabbed your jacket from the chair next to his. 

“Did ‘baby’ call?” For the first time in a while you find yourself smiling and unbothered by his teasing. “She's smiling, did you finally catch a dick.”

“I'll let you know in a couple of hours.” The look on Minho’s face isn't one that you see often but it's your absolute favorite. “I'll be back, baby.”

You barely got to knock twice before the door to Hyunjin’s apartment swung open. He looks just as good if not better than he did last night and the fact that you’ve gotten to know him a bit better over text for the past couple of hours makes you feel like a college student sneaking into someone's dorm after curfew. It’s safe to say that you have a big fat crush now.

“Hey, nice piercing.” He pulls you into a quick hug before ushering you further into his place. Your eyes wander across his walls, taking in every detail. He really is the artsy type. 

“Thanks, some girl did it for me last night.” He watches you take in his space with hungry eyes, no matter how much he tells himself that he just met you and that he wants to take it slow he can’t seem to pace himself. The amount of times that he came into his fist last night just thinking of how pretty your nipple piercings must be and how your thighs would wrap perfectly around him is insane. Unfortunately, the orgasms didn’t put out the fire that burned for you deep in his stomach, it only made the flame bigger.

“Oh yeah?” You face him as you peel your jacket off slowly, letting it slide off of your shoulders and down your arms so gracefully that he couldn’t possibly ignore it. “Was she hot?”

His eyes fix on the fabric stretching tight against your chest, how dare you call that a shirt. It’s keeping little to nothing to the imagination but he can’t say that he’s mad at it. “So fucking hot, I couldn’t stop staring at her.”

Your jacket finds a home on the arm of his couch while you check out the paintings on his living room wall. The stretched canvas and sheets of beautifully stained paper are littered all over the ivory wall, serving as the only real means of decoration in this area of the room. “Do you think that she noticed?”

The energy around you turns electric as he steps up behind you, just close enough not to touch you. “I hope that she did.” 

“Why?” Your breathing is slow and shallow as your eyes run across the colors of the paintings on the wall. You’re not really taking in the beauty of the art anymore, you’re more concerned with the masterpiece standing behind you and what he’ll say next.

“So that she doesn’t feel surprised when I say -” He leans into you, fiddling with one of the paintings and pressing himself lightly into your back. A blistering heat washes over you at the feel of him against you. It’s so much more than you imagined it to be. “- That I think that she’s beautiful.”

He reaches for another painting, stepping forward just a bit to be closer to you. “And that as much as I want to take it slow and get to know her -” He slowly retracts his hand, stepping back and breaking all contact. You sigh, swallowing hard as you hang on each of his words. “I just can’t go another second without knowing what she feels like.”

You turn your head to the side, catching a glimpse of his burning gaze as he stares down at you. His dark eyes are undressing you before he even gets the chance to touch you. Something like you did to him yesterday. “I think that she’d feel the same way.” It’s a bit of a challenge but you manage to hold eye contact with him as you turn your body to face him.

“You think she’d let me touch her?” Eyes, lips, chest and repeat. That’s the pattern that his gaze follows while he waits for your answer. 

“I think she wants you to, so so badly.” His eyes meet yours and his hands are on you in an instant, grabbing at the plush of your waist and pushing you against the wall of art work behind you. 

“Thank god.” He whispers against your lips before attaching them in desperate hunger. The sound of paper and canvas falling to the floor is merely background noise in the heat of the moment.

He’s soft and sweet like honey, his touch is like satin against your skin and your head is fuzzy. Holy fuck. He swallows the moan that escapes you as you welcome his tongue into your mouth, offering his own sinful sounds as a counter. His hands are grabbing at the exposed skin of your stomach while he pushes your shirt up to expose more of you. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, you want him closer. You need him closer. He pulls away abruptly, staring down at you panting and flushed. He takes a step back and you take a step forward. 

“Think she’ll let me fuck her?” He continues to step back from you and you match each move that he makes. Your hands find the bottom hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric over your head, revealing your flimsy lace bra to him. A hiss falls from his lips as he falls back into his couch. Sitting with his legs spread and ready for you, the perfect seat. 

“You better fuck her.” Once you climb onto his lap his lips are back on yours in an instant. The kiss is hungry, desirous, passionate. It’s everything that you knew it would be and more. His palms rest on your breasts, kneading the flesh and flicking at the heart studs of your nipple piercings. A shiver runs over you at the feeling and Hyunjin smiles against you at the reaction.

“Sensitive?” He mumbles, following with a kiss and you nod with a deep moan. “Fuck.” He pushes your breast together, jiggling them in his palms while he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I wanted to see these so badly last night.” You knew he was staring. “Wanted to run my tongue over these pretty little studs.” 

“What’s stopping you now?” You grind your hips into him, milking a choked moan from his throat. He’s so hard underneath you, his sweat pants are doing little to restrain his pulsing cock from pressing into your needy core but even that bit of pressure is not enough to satiate your hunger. His fingers peel down the lace of your bra and you watch as his tongue dips out of his mouth and swirls the silver jewelry. “Hyunjin.” 

He hums, content with the way that his name sounds falling from your pretty lips, it’s then that you remember last night. Praise and pain, those are his things right? Let’s test it out.

The feeling of his tongue laving over your sensitive peak breaks you out of your thoughts and fogs your mind all over again. He shows both of your breasts equal attention, wetting your nipples with long drags of his tongue followed by a skillful swirl of the muscle around your shiny silver bars. “ So good, oh my god.” He hums, sucking a bit harder at the sound of your sweet words. 

Your fingers lace through the wine red strands of his hair, scratching and rubbing at his scalp for a bit until he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak of your nipple. You’re pulling at his roots before you can even process it but the pornographic moan that escapes him as he falls into your touch makes you happy that you did it.

“A pain slut?” Matching smirks paint your faces but his is quickly swept away when you bring your other hand up through his roots and pull again. “I knew it.” You grind into him, the moans escaping him are making you hungry for friction all over again. 

His hands grasp your hips, gripping you so tightly that you’re sure there will be beautiful bruises there in the morning. “What gave me away?” His eyes stay on yours as you hold his head back by his hair. Yesterday his gaze was blinding but tonight you find it easier to handle the heat that it causes to rise on the surface of your skin. You’re okay with going blind if he’s the last thing that you see. 

“Hm.” His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his pulse “Maybe it was the way you moaned when I stuck you.” Sloppy kisses and small nibbles of his milky flesh draws a moan similar to the one that’s been playing in your head all night to leave his blushed lips.

“Or the way that you grabbed my thigh.” Your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and the sound that he makes in response is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot. “Or how hard you were when I was finished.”

“Do that again.” So biting is his favorite, huh? 

“Say please.” 

“Please, do that again. Bite me, harder. Please let me feel that again.” He’s begging? You’ve never been with a man who was willing to do that. A mumbled praise makes his cock twitch against you as one of his hands slips down to your ass, gripping the cheek firmly but not squeezing. Your teeth sink into his neck again, a deep guttural groan escapes him while his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass through your jeans. “Oh, baby.”

You pull away at the feeling of a warm spot beneath you. When you look down at your clothed cores the sticky wet spot presents itself to you. He came just from you biting him and he's still hard. No fucking way.

“You made a mess.” A familiar darkness falls upon his gaze and now it's your turn to moan from the grip he has on your hair. “Clean it up for me, angel.”

You crawl backwards off of his lap, lowering down onto your knees as his grip in your hair ensures that your eyes stay on his. He shimmies his pants down with his free hand, your eye contact falters for just a second so that you can steal a glance at his cock. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be, long and curved ever so slightly. The angry red tip is glistening with cum in the low light, you run your tongue along your lips at the thought of sucking him clean. 

“One day you’ll give me a pretty tattoo right here, won’t you?” He pulls your hair towards him, controlling your head so that you lean into his hip. You plant a sloppy kiss against his skin, nipping and licking like a desperate puppy. His cock twitches at the feel of your lips on the newly discovered patch of skin. “I’ll be hard as a rock with your pretty face so close to my cock.” He moves your head over just enough for you to lick up some of the cum from his flawless thigh. 

“You think you could do it? Think you could be that close to my cock and not put me in your mouth?” Little does he know that you’ve already thought about it and the answer is no. Hell no, absolutely not. “Maybe it would be me who loses control.”

He yanks back on your hair, lifting your head back up to meet his gaze. He brings his bent pointer finger to your chin and runs his thumb down your swollen lips. “I have a feeling that I’ll be addicted to this mouth.” His eyebrow piercing catches the light as he stares down at you and you can’t help but to feel turned on by the fact that you did that to him. You’re responsible for that pretty stud on this pretty man. 

“Let’s see if I’m right.” You open your mouth eagerly once he sits back and guides you over to his waiting cock. A hiss escapes him once you take him to the hilt, swallowing around him with watery eyes. He marvels at the way your pretty lips stretch around him, taking every single inch of him until his tip makes your throat bulge and your mouth water. You bob your head, licking and sucking him clean. The taste of his cum is so sweet, so perfect, maybe you’re just insanely horny or maybe he’s your new favorite candy. The only thing you’ll have a craving for from this point on. 

“That throat is taking me so well.” The vibration of your hum makes Hyunjin bite his lip as he watches you. You bring your hands up to his naked thighs and claw your nails lightly down the exposed skin. His cock twitches in your mouth and your pussy throbs at the feeling of it. You’re a big fan of foreplay, it’s super important and fun and everything but you would do anything to skip all of this and simply feel Hyunjin’s cock sink into your dripping pussy. “This is what you wanted yesterday isn’t it? This is what you wanted when you were staring at my dick?”

The deep rasp of his voice as he asks such filthy questions makes you press your thighs together, Hyunjin moves his foot in between your knees. Kicking your legs apart and taking away the relief you were chasing.

“Need me now?” Your desperate gaze up at him is all the answer that he needs. He lets go of your hair and you slowly come up off of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip a bit and releasing him with a string of spit still connecting you. He offers you his hand to help you up off of your knees before dropping to his own right in front of you. 

With a burning gaze on your naked stomach he unbuttons your jeans and slowly drags them over the curve of your hips. His eyes scan every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving sweet soft kisses against the silky skin of your thighs. He takes a deep breath before pulling your panties down, his hands lingering against your bare skin as he admires your body. He leans in and places a soft kiss against your exposed center once you step out of your panties. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turned into a few kitten licks against your clit which then quickly evolved into long drags of his tongue through your folds while he palms your ass. 

“Hyun- Hyunjin holy fuck.” Your fingers thread into his dark strands again, lightly pulling at his roots and milking moans from him. “Please fuck me. Please just fuck me I want to feel you.”

“Gotta get you ready.” He spits onto your clit, watching it drip down your lips a bit before catching with his tongue and spreading it over your folds. “I need my girl dripping around my cock.”

His lips wrap around your clit and you throw your head back in a silent scream before looking down at him. His eyes are closed as he laps at your pussy, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. You admire the shimmer of his fresh piercing as you watch him, pathetic whimpers falling from you as he dangles your orgasm in front of your face. You’ve been thinking about him for hours and now you’ve finally got him. You get to cum on his tongue and watch him slurp up every drip of your essence.

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” Your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses against you. He swirls his skilled tongue around your swollen clit a couple of times and you can feel the blistering heat setting all over your body. You’re so close, it’s so good and then he pulls away.

“Hyun-” Your whine is cut off by the soft yet aggressive feeling of his lips on yours.

“I want you to cum on my cock.” The taste of your pussy on his tongue distracts you from the feeling of him guiding you to the couch. He pushes you down, watching you with a smirk as he pushes his damp hair out of his face. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, balling it up and using it to dap at the sweat on his forehead before throwing it to the side with the rest of your clothes. “Do me a favor.”

His fingers dig into your plush waist as he positions you. He props his knee on the soft cushion,  lining himself up with your entrance and teasing your sopping folds with his leaky tip. “Anything.” You fist the pillow right above you, placing it under your head to get a bit more comfortable. 

“Call me baby.” He slips into you before you can even reply to him, stretching you out so deliciously and filling up your gushing pussy until his tip kisses your cervix. The moan that echoes through his apartment is high pitched and airy, your lungs burn from the electricity charged air as you cry out for him, gripping at the couch cushions as you try to ground yourself.

“Baby.” The first time that his hips snap into you his jaw clenches and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His imagination barely did you justice last night, his fist is nothing compared to the way that your pussy is clenching around him. The ungodly squelches of his cock plunging into you sends shivers down his spine. 

“Fuck, you’re heaven.” He coos, the rasp in his voice makes your pussy clench around him as he presses your thighs back towards your chest. Hyunjin picks up the pace, snapping into you with unholy force. 

It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything but your own fingers and it’s been even longer since you’ve been fucked this good. Not even Minho can top this and he was the best fuck you ever had. The mascara stained tears running down your cheeks translates all of that to Hyunjin without you having to say a word, it’s not like you could say anything but his name even if you wanted to. Your orgasm creeps up on you again, dangling in front of you like bait for a fish.

“Hyun - Hyunjin please don’t stop. Gonna cum gonna -” You cry out as he slams into you, filling you to the hilt and staying as still as possible. “Please please, ‘s so close please.”

“Not yet, baby.” he beckons you with two fingers, motioning for you to sit up. He helps you up, shifting your position so that you’re on top of him. You clench around him at the movement and he hisses at the tight feel of you. He’s close too but he wants you to fall apart on top of him. He wants to see you fall apart up close so that he can fuck his fist to the memory of it for days after.

 “Ride me, come on.” A firm slap to your ass makes your hips buck into him as you start to move along his length. 

You’re fucked out, chasing your pleasure desperately on top of a pretty man with a pretty cock. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you against his chest when he suddenly starts fucking up into you. He’s impossibly deep and you find yourself gasping for air against his shoulder. Moans and grunts fill the hot air as you fuck each other. For each thrust into you, you grind down on his cock, keeping him deliciously deep in your cunt. Your teeth mindlessly graze over the slope of his shoulder before you bite down into him. Bite, lick, suck. That’s the pattern you follow, over and over again. Making him sing for you as his fingers caress your spine. 

“Come on, you can do it harder than that.” He gasps when you accept his challenge, biting into him with a bruising force. His thrusts become more erratic as he nears his climax but he’s determined to let you soak his cock before he pulls out. “Look at me, baby.”

He leans back into the sofa and his hand moves between your bodies once your eyes meet his. His middle and pointer finger rubs circles into your clit while he ruts up into you “Yes yes, yes ‘s so good.” 

“You like my cock, pretty girl?” The fog in your brain is so thick that you can’t help but to babble as your orgasm climbs up your spine for the third time tonight.

“Love it. Love cock, you -you’re cock. Hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum o-on your cock.” He thought that you were breathtaking before but watching you cock drunk and fucked out while you’re bouncing on his dick might be his favorite way to see you. 

“Go ahead, cum on my cock.” With a few more sloppy thrusts your body trembles against him as you come undone on top of him. He fucks you through it, keeping his fingers pressed against your clit as you squirm on top of him. Your vision goes white and there’s a ringing in your ears that blocks out every word of praise that falls from Hyunjin’s lips. The only thing that you can register is the pressure of his cock as he simultaneously abuses your cervix and clit. 

“Hyun- fuck fuckfuck. So much. Too much.” Once you find the strength to open your eyes you're met with Hyunjin smiling up at you with pinched brows. “You can take it.”

“Pull my hair, baby.” Your trembling hands find their way along the familiar path of his scalp seconds after his request. Pulling at his roots with a delicious force that makes Hyunjin’s eyes roll back as he licks his lips.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Moans and whines fall from you nonstop as he fucks into your swollen and sensitive cunt, the wet sound of your arosual where Hyunjin’s cock disappears into you echoes off the walls until he stops, breath hitching in his throat. “Come here.”

His hand is in your hair before you can protest, lifting you off of him and onto your knees. Your cunt feels so empty without him inside of you. “Gonna let me cum on those pretty tits?”

“Yeah, yeah please. Wan' your cum, baby.” He throws his head back, pumping his slick cock in front of your face while you mindlessly slur praises for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, please let me have it. Please, I wan' Jinnie’s cum.” 

“Baby, baby, cumming. I’m fucking cumming.” You both watch as thick ropes of his cum paints your breasts. Dripping over your nipples and the shiny studs just how Hyunjin pictured it last night. “Shit.” 

Your panting fills the room as you both take a second to come down from your high. Hyunjin offers you his hand, helping you up from your knees and catching you when you stumble a bit with a chuckle. “Let me clean you up so you can lie down.” He sits you on the couch, grabbing his sweats and pulling them on before making his way to the bathroom for a wet cloth. 

You blink a couple of times, trying your best to adjust to the light around you. It’s dim but everything seemed darker in your fucked out haze. You settle against the armrest of the sofa, smiling like an idiot while the pulsing of your clit reminds you of everything that just happened. Who would’ve thought that an eyebrow piercing could lead you to having the best fuck of your life. Just as you allow your eyes to flutter shut you feel a heavy vibration under you. With a groan you lift yourself up and search for the source. It’s your jacket, it must be your phone. Oh my gosh, Minho! You sit up with all the strength that you can muster, unlocking your phone and checking your messages. 

“Everything alright?” Hyunjin questions as he kneels in front of you with a warm cloth in hand.

“Yup, just fine.” You grin down at your screen before pushing your phone to the side and allowing Hyunjin to wipe you clean.

From Minho: Knew you weren’t coming back.  

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seven - surprise!

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𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

after you and sage walked into the tattoo shop, the person at the desk handed you both consent forms to fill out. you informed them that you would have another friend joining you shortly.

once you were done filling out your form, you scrolled on your phone while waiting for your turn with the artist.

you were practically squirming in your chair out of excitement

“what’s up with you?”

you didn’t answer sage, just brought your phone up to show her your screen. 

a reply from chan on your tweet,

of course you had to make a tweet of your own now.

after seeing felix’s texts pop up, you answered. still not revealing any details just yet.

you: hey, me and the girls are a bit busy rn but we can totally hang later okayyy? 🫡 will it be just you or some of the guys too? 🤔

felix: yeahhh that’s totally cool and it’s gonna be me, hyunjin, minho, and chan.  cool?

you: yeah ofc  chill at your place or are we going out?  either is fine btw

felix: come over first and tell we’ll decide once everyone is here 

you: 👌🏼

by the time jenn showed up to the shop, it was time for you and sage to get your piercings. while jenn filled out her own form.

you chose to get them before the tattoos since it’s going to be quicker and less painful.

sage decided to get a smiley piercing and you chose snake bites. you just know felix and the guys are gonna flip when you see them.

𖦹𖦹𖦹

the piercer was nice and talked with you while doing the jewelry to make you less nervous, which worked.

jenn had it the easiest out of the three of you. with her only getting her ears pierced and she settled on a dainty designed tattoo that had stars and hearts splayed in her shoulder.

you on the other hand, chose a more risqué tattoo that could be hidden easier, on your lower back. it was a heart with flames. sage ended up getting one on her wrist. a few little doodles of stars and a cat.

after you were all done, the three of you took pictures of your new designs and jewelry and paid at the counter. you thanked the workers and on your way out.

it was 5pm and the drive to the boy’s apartment was a 30 minute drive and the three of you were anticipating the surprise reveal.

“hey, what if right when we pull up, we post the pics on twitter and then just go in the house.” sage laughs

“that could be fun, but what if one of them has notifications for us on? that’ll ruin the surprise!” jenn whined 

“if anyone does, it’s probably lix.” you continue her thought

“or chan for you.”

you raise an eyebrow at jenn, “why would he have my notifs on?”

“well you are besties after all.” she shrugs 

she could be right. but at the same time you just let the thought sink in. what if he does have notifications for you?

𖦹𖦹𖦹

pulling up to the apartment, you send a quick text to felix letting him know you’ve arrived and carry on with the plan

“okay everyone got the posts up?” sage questions

you all nod

“good. now let’s just walk into the house like we don’t know anything is different, and act surprised when they mention it.”

sage had a sly smirk on her face but you weren’t even sure if her plan will go the way she thinks.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

nonetheless, you get out of the car and the three of you head for the door. before any of you had the chance to knock, the door is whipped open and the next thing you knew, felix was dragging the three of you in.

“what the actual hell? you three got piercings and tattoos without me?” he whined, a pout on his face

“sorry lix, it was a spontaneous decision. didn’t really think about it and just went to do it.” jenn laughs and fluffs out some of his hair.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 : Leaving Isn’t an Option

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! This chapter includes: 

(Pretty Heavy) Gore (ngl i went pretty hard with the descriptions)

Blood

Murder

A Knife

A Corpse

Foul Language

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “You came here to assist your boss at a party he’s invited to, not to solve a murder with a group of strangers you’ve just met. Yet here you are, staring at the dead mansion owner who hosted the party in the first place, surrounded by nine men with high statuses in society: and one of them is a murderer. The question is who? And can you solve the mystery without being killed yourself?”

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You let out a pierced scream at the sight below your feet.

The mansion owner, and host of this glamorous party, is on the floor. Arms spread. Eyes closed.

A slit on his throat and his stomach oozing out blood.

His pale skinned body on the floor of the living room is a sight to behold.

The necktie that was once tightly wrapped around his neck now lingers along his chest, showing off the large cut across the entirety of his neck. Hair disheveled and clothes tossed around, you couldn’t bear to imagine what his last thoughts were as he was practically sliced and diced. You cringed as his stained shirt revealed the huge slices through his skin, trickling blood onto the floor by the second. Then you realize the knife, looking tremendously similar to your kitchen knife, that performed the action was still impaled into the body, making you squirm and gasp with a shiver.

There’s no way this was just an accident.

Your ears detect clacking against the sleek wooden planks, and the fabrics of ball gowns flowing across the floor. They, like you, also shriek in horror. A few men curse in surprise. A handful shout, frightened. Your vision grows cloudy and you almost feel like you’re about to faint, until a figure calmly approaches the party host.

One of the party guests, who happens to be one of the few you conversed with thoroughly at the party despite your status and goes by the name of Felix, slowly walks over to the body as if he has a limp. He kneels down on the opposite side of the wounded stomach, legs trembling slightly, and gently presses his thumb onto the vain of the body’s wrist.

Felix waits for a few seconds before turning towards the crowd. He scans the faces of the guests: some sobbing, some showing no remorse at all. Felix clears his throat before saying two words.

“No pulse.”

The mansion owner is dead.

The man to the right of you, who you remember goes by the name of Jeongin, starts quivering out of control, jaw shivering as if he were freezing. You turn towards him and share a sympathetic look, rubbing his back up and down with your hand. You notice the tears in his eyes before perking up at a sudden scream in the crowd.

You look behind you and see a woman in a rose gold attire, tears quickly running down her cheeks and ruining her glamorous makeup. 

“This- This isn’t good. This can’t- I can’t, no.. No!” Panic overtakes her voice, her jaw shaking in denial and utter fear. She scurries to bunch up her dress in her hands and bolts out the front door, as an older gentleman, undoubtedly her plus one to the lavish event, rushes to follow her.

Then you see more heads running past you, like a flock of sheep being chased by the shepherd’s loyal companion. The living room going from mumbled panic to incoherent shouting, echoing throughout the entirety of the mansion. Bodies slamming against your shoulders as you stare in disbelief at the evening light, leaving a path of orange and red colors down the floor. You recognize the hairdos of a group of actresses, who seemed to have sobered up from all the champagne and wine they drank this evening. The clean cut appearances of high class businessmen, with a fortune more than you could ever even possibly dream of, who you saw attempting to strike up a deal with the mansion owner. One of them, you realize, happens to be your boss, almost pathetically dashes through the front door. 

It’s mayhem in the mansion, as the celebrities you admire and the CEOs you fear suddenly become cowards when faced with the horror of death, going into flight mode instead of fight.

You decide to fly as well.

Your legs finally decide to function once again, after getting over their paralyzed state when your eyes drifted towards the corpse on the maroon carpet. You turn back for a split second, not to see the body but to gather information on who’s left in the mansion, and turn back around. Seven- or was it eight? Men, some looking like this isn’t the first dead body they’ve seen, and the rest are still either in a state of shock or grief.

You could see the light. The evening glow of the sunset, painting yellows and oranges and faint red and purple into the sky, as the wispy clouds gracefully float across. The door is about to close at any second, you notice that you’re the last one that will exit the building. Extending a hand out to ensure your escape, you were ready to finally breathe in some fresh air, and not one of overpriced perfume and cologne. 

That is, until a gentle, yet firm grip on your wrist stops you from progressing any further, preventing you from achieving freedom.

“Please don’t go.”

You whip your head around, startled at the sudden physical contact. You meet eyes with Bang Chan, who you conversed with once or twice before you discovered the body now etched permanently into your mind. “Please, you could help. Since you were the one who first saw the body, you could tell me what fully occurred. You don’t even have to stay the entire time! I’ll let you leave if you’d like.” 

His hushed, reassuring voice makes you feel like you’re being serenaded by a siren. You swear your eyes turn cloudy as you stare at him. Suddenly, leaving the mansion didn’t seem like your top priority at the moment. Suddenly, you could only faintly hear the front door closing behind you and Chan’s arm brushing against yours.

And then you realized. Oh, Chan is an attorney. Of course he wants you to stay.

“Just hear me out for a second,” Chan persuades you with a hint of desperation in his voice. You could only nod timidly, mouth slightly open, as he places his hand on your back and guides you back to the living room.

“What a bunch of cowards! Big names who can’t handle events like these, who don’t want to get involved for the sake of their status.” The voice comes from the man with a slick, black velvet coat around his shoulders, slumped forward on the leather chair, his feet pointing towards the corpse. His loud volume that pounds against your eardrums is enough to snap you out of your daze. You don’t recall speaking to the man at the party, but you remember your boss calling him Changbin.

Were you foolish for staying? Should you have gone with the others out the front door? But if you leave now, you would surely get a shout from that guy.

“I’d say we just leave the body and the mystery to the professionals themselves, actually,” A young man speaks up. You recall talking to him a couple of times during the event, introducing himself as Seungmin before you got pulled away once again by your demanding boss.

“Then why are you here?” Changbin fires back at the boy, who’s voice starts to stuttering at the sudden question.

“Uh- Listen- I’m-”

Chan is the one who speaks up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Although I’d love for you all to have a choice on whether you can stay or not, I unfortunately have to keep you all here-” 

Hyunjin, who you recall as the one with long, blond hair and a poor way of handling alcohol, suddenly jumps up from the leather couch he was slouching on. “Are you out of your mind?! I wasn’t able to leave in time because I was confused on what was happening, and now you want all of us to stay in this mansion with a dead body?”

Chan’s shoulders slouches at Hyunjin’s reasoning, taking in a deep breath before calmly explaining, “Look, I understand, you would like to get out of here as soon as possible. However, I interrogate criminal suspects at my day job,” Hyunjin visibly gulps when Chan mentions what he does for a living. “and I would appreciate if I could interview each and every one of you. Especially you, Y/N, since you were the first one who found the body.”

Suddenly, at the attention in the room shifts from Chan to you. Feeling intimidated by the sixteen pairs of eyes staring directly at you, you simply choose to just nod.

“You’re sure you’ll let us out though?” Somebody else blurts out in retaliation, and you turn your head to one of the talkative guests of the party, Han Jisung, with his swept back brown hair and suspenders under his coat. “You’re sure, positively sure, that when you closed that front door, you didn’t lock us in here?” Jisung points at the grand, gray door, with black stained glass in the center, raising an eyebrow at Chan. The door has a key lock, along with a handle. You could barely see what’s outside of the house through the glass.

Felix audibly sighs at Jisung’s what-if question, rising from his seat to check the front door. He extends his arm out to reach the door handle. “I’m sure Chan wouldn’t do such a thing-”

He turns the handle. It’s jammed.

The door doesn’t open.

“The fuck-” Felix continues attempting to open the front door. He shakes the doorknob vigorously before slowing down, attempting to open it one last time before letting his hand fall down back to his side.

Chan is stunned, walking over to where Felix is to check himself whether the door was truly unlocked or not. His try also has no success, deepening the furrow on his brows.

“So you did do something, Chan!” The man with the trench coat, Lee Minho, exclaims, both in fury and in astonishment. “Where’s that key to open the door, huh?”

By the time Minho is done with his shouting, the rest of you have gathered at the front of the door, almost surrounding Chan who’s trapped against the front door.

“Listen! I didn’t do anything. I didn’t realize that when the door would close, we’d lock ourselves in here. Does- Can anybody check if the key to the front door is still on the host’s body?” 

Minho lets out a groan of frustration, running his hands through his hair before while strolling on over to the body laying dead in the center of the living room. He kneels down onto the floor, carefully avoiding the bloody part of the carpet, and starts checking the corpse’s clothes.

“Although I operate on patients while they’re unconscious, “ Minho claims, digging through each individual pocket of the mansion owner’s coat. “This- God, why are there so many pockets- is a little bit stranger because he isn’t breathing. At all.” He searches around a little bit more, checking each and every nook and cranny he could find hidden, but has no luck in finding the key.

Shaking his head, he slowly stands back up, cleaning the palm of his hands on the front of his dress jeans and approaches the group once again. “Nothing, absolutely nothing,” Minho casually shrugs nonchalantly

“So we’re really stuck here? We can’t bust down the door or break open a window, nothing?” Jeongin speaks up for the first time since the majority of the party guests left the crime scene, seemingly dry from any remaining tears. “I get it if we don’t want to risk injuring ourselves to break down this door, but a window on the other hand-”

As if on cue, you flinch as the sound of glass shattering pierces your ears, and you see dirt, flower petals, and pieces of a vase fall onto the floor. The dirty, yet still in tact window in the room and Seungmin’s soil covered hand tells you that he tried throwing a flower vase to destroy the window. 

“Shit, okay, that didn’t work. That must be super durable glass, then,” Seungmin concludes, pointing at the undamaged window and throwing his hands up in the air in exaggeration. 

“That means this door must be sturdy as hell, too,” Felix curses at the realization. 

“I’ll just call the emergency hotline to pick us up and get us out of here, then,” Changbin starts walking back to the living room without any further comments. That is, before you stop him from progressing any further.

“Don’t even bother at this point. I tried using the telephone for my boss earlier at the party; it was just static on the other end,” you argue against Changbin’s suggestion. “It’s the 1900s, anyways. Do you really think the emergency responders will pick us up right away?”

Changbin scoffs at your reasoning, “Fine, I’ll give you the win for now, but now what?” 

“It’s no use guys. We’re stuck here,” Minho, who’s also related to the mansion owner, announces to the group, as if it weren’t already obvious enough.

Jeongin shivers at Minho’s words. “T-Then what do we do?”

“Then what..? THEN WHAT?! There’s a possible killer in this mansion, are you kidding me?” Han shouts aggressively at Jeongin, who flinches backwards as Chan holds Han back from gripping Jeongin’s collar.

“If they were smart enough, they would’ve left the place with the others, though!” You try to speak up, believing that the last thing the nine of you need is a conflict between each other.

“But what if they want to kill… more people?” Jeongin stutters quietly, but his words echo throughout the entire house, sending chills down everybody’s spine. Until Han had brought it up, you never thought about one of these men being a traitor in disguise, an impostor, a liar.

Minho finally speaks up, probably after turning the gears in his head for a minute or two. “Then if we don’t eliminate the killer in time, we’ll all get murdered in the end, and they’ll get away with it. Suspect interrogations take a long time to do, right? So Chan won’t have enough time to interview everybody before the murderer does something. If somebody from the party who escaped happens to call the police, they won’t arrive for hours because the mansion is so far away from the nearest station. That means…”

“We have to solve this murder ourselves,” Felix finishes his sentence with ease, coming out of the shadows.

“You’re crazy,” you can’t help opening your mouth and sputtering those words at Seungmin and Felix. You’re a secretary assistant for the chairman of an extremely successful business, not a professional detective. 

“What? Are you just gonna give up now, or actually try and help us? You’d be a real coward if you forfeit now,” Hyunjin notes harshly, almost offended by your comment.

He had a point though. If you die tonight, at least you’d die trying to do something good. You can’t leave this place anyways, even if you tried your hardest. So that leaves…

JOIN OR ESCAPE?

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Oh, how wonderful! You made it through the first chapter. Scared yet? The fun’s just getting started. Unfortunately, my red text isn’t working. That’s makes me a little bit sad.

Fun Fact: This is the longest piece of work the author has ever written! 2.5k words, I’ll allow a small round of applause for her.

Chapter 2 is when the real fun can begin, though, as you’ll be approached with your first decision path! Are you ready, players? I hope you are.

Good luck. May the Killer King spare you today.

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EPHEMERAL 2 • JAEHYUN

Tysm for anons who had given me ideas!! and my asks is always open, feedback would be greatly appreciated ✊🥺💝

Part(s): 1 . 2 . 3

Genre: smut ✌

Pairings: bad boy!Jung Jaehyun × fem reader.

Jaehyun couldnt stop thinking about her. When Mark asked him what he was doing that night, he didnt say anything. He stayed vague and silent about it.

Maybe it’s the fact that he wants her to himself, or the fact that he always gets turned on everytime he thinks of her. Either way, Jaehyun found her interesting. When she left Jaehyun alone at the park, he watched her leave with nothing but confusion on his mind. Still, Jaehyun doesnt know her name yet.

He asked about her to Yukhei, he’s the last person Jaehyun trusted about telling things about her, but he’s the only person that knows about these things. To no avail, Yukhei doesnt recognize her. Jaehyun tried to describe her as best as possible. ‘Like.. this tall, she smokes, bold as fuck. Are you sure you dont know her?’ Jaehyun had asked Yukhei.

Yukhei stayed silent when he asked it, but when Yukhei asked him if she has her nose pierced, Jaehyun was esctatic. ‘Yeah, she’s my friend’s friend. Dont know her name. You definitely have a type, man.’ Does Jaehyun really? He had been on a couple relationships, but her? He had never met someone like her. So fascinating, so.. brave and alluring.

He cant stop thinking about her since she sucked him off at the park, sure, the sex was a bonus and all, but he’s hooked. Adamant on finding her again. But Jaehyun doesnt know what he’s going to do if he did meet her again. Probably have a nice little talk, or fuck her again until she came. The words rung in his head. ‘No’ she had said.

Jaehyun knew that was a lie the moment it came out her mouth. He rembered her legs being wobbly after he was out of her, the way her cunt tightened around his cock the same time he came. She’s a tease it seems. So when Yukhei told Jaehyun that there’s a party going on on friday, mentioning that his friend will come and the possibility that the pierced girl tag along, he was more than eager to meet her again.

“Fuck no!”

“Fuck yes! Look at yourselves.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes at your response. Your dress was the least conservative out of the group, even though it hugged every inch of your body as if it were a second skin, the girlsbdresses, however, consisted of much less fabric than yours. Ryunjin’s pink slip dress hugs her ass so well, and Jihyo’s little red number exposed so much cleavage you thought you were going to go blind if you stared too long.

Though they were barely covered, you had strange feeling that plenty of other girls at the party would be wearing much less.

The drive to the house was short, but the crowd to get into it went down the block and wrapped around the corner. There were a few cries as the the three of you entered the room. All eyes were on the three, well, mainly you and you know it. Some gazes are filled with lust and admiration, some filled with envy and jealousy. People dont affect you. In fact, their stares and whispers only made you more confident. You pulled your most charming smile, raised your chin and swayed your hips as you walked.

“I should’ve plucked your eyebrows if i knew this much people stare at you on a daily basis, Y/N.” Ryunjin snickered beside you as she nudged her shoulders with yours.

You fake a pained expression as you put a hand on your chest.

“How dare you! My eyebrows are better untouched!”

You felt Jihyo’s delicate hand squeeze your arm as she looked to a spot, a look on her face as she opened her mouth to speak.

“Fucking hell. It’s Hyunjin.”

That was when you saw him. Maybe you were hallucinating, but standing less than fifteen feet away with his arm around some random brunette and his eyes locked on you was the last person you wanted to see.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Jung Jaehyun like you hoped. You stood frozen as you watched Hwang Hyunjin shove the girl away, not noticing the dirty look you gave him in response. Even if he had noticed, he probably wouldn’t have cared. It wasn’t like he had a heart. Hyunjin had been the main reason behind your sudden change of look, your ‘bad girl’ nature.

Your one year of involvement with him had resulted in you being arrested for various crimes, nearly being expelled from yet another school, losing your virginity in the backseat of his Jeep, and ultimately getting your heart shattered when you found him sleeping with your supposed best friend. To put it lightly, Hwang Hyunjin had kind of ruined your life, and now here he was.

Dont get it wrong. You changed because you wanted to. You realized that you need to change, and you did. You turned into a butterfly and you were free without him. If you hadn’t dated him, you wouldnt be the person you are now, and somehow you were thankful. Because without him, you wouldnt be able to grow up and snap out of the fantasy that you dreamed of.

“At least i look fucking hot tonight.” You said nonchalantly, “Gonna get a drink, be right back.”

Every muscle in Jaehyun’s body seemed to relax upon entering the core of the party, realizing that maybe this was just what he needed.

Yuta noticed the change in mood and clapped a hand on his friend’s back before leading him over to get some drinks. For a long while the duo chatted and drank as they observed the guests who had made an appearance. He took a moment to admire the girls all around them, smirking as his eyes drifted over their bare limbs and glistening skin, but Yuta seemed to be too preoccupied staring at two to even notice the other girls that Jaehyun pointed out.

“Damn,” Yuta murmured. “Those two get hotter every day.”

Jaehyun laughed. “Having fantasies about the those two again, Yuta?”

“How could I not? Doesn’t every guy fantasize about having a threesome?”

“Not really my thing.” Still, he gave Yuta a hard slap on the back.

“But if it’s yours…” Yuta’s grin was brilliant in the darkness

“Hell yes it is.” Soon he was shoving his half-full drink into Jaehyun’s hand and pushing away from the bar.

“If things go according to plan, don’t expect to see me for the rest of the night.” Considering the challenge, Jaehyun expected to see his friend back here in no time. Still, he wasn’t about to sit all night.

Decision made, Jeahyun stepped away from the safety of the bar and made his way into the crowd. It took a few moments to find a decent looking girl in a midriff-baring top, but soon he was pulling her close and joining the writhing mass of movement.

Sadly, it didn’t take long before he was bored again. He gently released the girl on his arm and threaded his way through the crowd again, searching for something a little more entertaining, but the passage of another twenty minutes and a handful of girls left him disappointed.

‘Where is she?’ He muttered to himself. As if on cue, Jaehyun was startled when Yukhei’s hand landed on his shoulder.

“That girl you were looking for? She’s here. Her friends told me just now.” He said, nodding to the two girls chatting with Yuta.

Jaehyun’s heart leaped when he saw her. How he hadn’t noticed the girl before was mystery, but now he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away. She was leaning against the far wall of the room, a drink in her hand and pure boredom plastered across her face. Her dress clung to her figure in all the right places. It wasn’t until she met his gaze that Jaehyun realized how long he had been staring, still attempting to place her.

Part of him was tempted to look away and pretend like he’d never seen her, but she glanced away before he could even try. He watched as she smirked and passed her empty drink off to nearby partygoer, and had to wonder if it was him she’d been looking at in the first place.

However, those doubts quickly faded when she began moving in his direction. Jaehyun took a hesitant step forward, but even that small shift had caused him to lose her in the crowd. It didn’t help that a new group of girls had surrounded him, each pressing themselves against him in half-assed hugs. He barely avoided being snagged by one of the girls’ black talons as he turned in the opposite direction, praying he’d be able to escape them unscathed.

Unfortunately, the move caused him to bump straight into a pissed-off Hwang Hyunjin

“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” Hyunjin snarled, that hideous lip-piercing glinting under the lights. In an instant Jaehyun’s mood went from vaguely content to sour, all because this sorry excuse for a human decided to open his mouth. So instead of letting him pass, Jaehyun squared his shoulders and stood his ground.

“I think you should leave,” he said, nodding towards the exit Hyunjin’s lips twitched into a sneer.

“Excuse me?”

“Just get the fuck out the party.”

“I’m not leaving,” Hyunjin replied, hitching his chin up in defiance.

“Not until my ex-girlfriend explains why she’s h-”

“I don’t give a damn about you, Hwang,” Jaehyun finally exploded, all traces of patience fleeing.

“Either you walk out that door right now and keep your dignity, or I call the boys and have them throw you out. Your choice.”

Hyunjin’s eyes flitted to something Jaehyun’s shoulder, but he didn’t take the bait to see what had captured Hyunjin’s attention. Instead he waited until the other boy scowled and turned sharply on his heel, stalking towards the exit.

A glance to his left revealed the girl he’d been staring at earlier dancing as if no one was watching with her arms high above her head as her hips swayed to the beat. It didn’t take much to convince himself to go over to her, hoping she could make his night better.

A few steps brought Jaehyun up behind her and he settled a hand on her waist, letting the other drift down to her hips. The girl glanced over her shoulder, offering Jaehyun a slow, unsurprised smile that made his stomach twist into knots.

“You showed him,” she teased, obviously referring to his run in with Hyunjin, her head falling back onto his shoulder He could smell the alcohol on her breath, but her softly drawled words brought a smile to his lips

“You came, you never told me you knew Yukhei.” he murmured, pulling her closer as the heavy bass line resounded in his chest.

Her response caused him to flirt with the notion that this could be Hyunjin’s ex-girlfriend, but the fact that her hips were now grinding against his own made any other concern that didn’t involve getting her into bed disappeared. Jaehyun lost track of time while they dancing.

The music was good, company, and the fact that they’d hardly exchanged any words was even better. The passage of what seemed like an eternity had brought and now jaehyun was finding it hard to move without stumbling or bumping into a neighboring person.

But seemed like the girl having the same problem. He was practically the only thing keeping her from going down in those heels, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist as her hips pressed hard against his.

“Come home with me,” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, hands sliding down her hips. The girl leaned back just enough to meet his eye.

“Why should I?”

“Because you want this as much as I do- and i want to make you cum.”

His hands were on her thighs now, fingers inching up under the material of her dress. It only took her a moment, but she grabbed his hand and smiled, taking a shaky step backward as she tugged on his hand.

“Then let’s go.” Hand in hand they stumbled out of the house and onto the sidewalk, her giggles echoing down the busy street.

When she realized she had no idea where she was going, Jaehyun took the lead and guided her another block or so down the street to the dormitory. Jaehyun felt her hand slip out of his once they were alone, before he even thought to question it, her mouth was on his and there was no more time for words. A shiver rolled down his spine as she pressed herself against him. The door slammed shut with enough force to shake the room as they staggered towards the bed, his fingers finally managing to snag the minuscule zipper of her dress and yank it down, though much to his chagrin it didn’t instantly pool at her feet.

Her throaty chuckle made it obvious that she was well aware of his annoyance, and the fact that she was doing nothing to help him out only made it worse.

Before he could even think to voice his displeasure, her lips were on his and they were suddenly falling onto the bed, soft pillows absorbing the shock of the fall.

Even though the actual impact hadn’t hurt, something sharp had scraped his cheek, and Jaehyun turned his head to break the kiss, swatting her hands away, he reached up to touch the small cut on his face, startled when he drew back to find blood on his fingers.

His eyes darted up to the girl straddling him, but her gaze was trained on the red-specked spiked ring on her finger. It took her a moment to put two and two together, but a sheepish grin spread over her face when she realized her jewelry had been the culprit.

“Sorry,” she murmured insincerely, slipping the ring off her finger and tossing it to the side as if it were a mere toy.

“Let me make it up to you.”

You met Jaehyun again. You were surprised but surely not disappointed. You chuckle to yourself, remembering Hyunjin’s face after he was kicked out by Jaehyun. You slid your bra off and exposed your breasts to him, you felt him slowly slide his hands up your waist, sending shivers through your body, until his hands cupped both your mounds. His eyes were completely trained on your peaks, watching them like they were more valuable than anything in the world.

“So you know Yukhei?” Without replying to your question, he leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, causing you to gasp and arch your back. He flicked his tongue slowly against it, torturing you

“God,” you moaned, curling your toes when his teeth taunted your hard nipple, sharply biting into it, causing a zing of delicious pain to shoot through you.

“Ah, Jae..”

The flick of his tongue and the squeeze of his palm made moisture flow to your core and soak your already soaking panties. Beneath you, you could feel his erection growing, pressing against said core, almost as if it knew where it wanted to go all by itself. The suspense was killing you.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again when he switched to your other breast, giving it the same amount of attention with his and teeth. Finally pulling away from you, kneeling above you as Jaehyun looked down at your underwear.

“Fuck, youre gorgeous,” He noted in a deep, aroused voice. His eyes lustfully trailed over your figure, your skin, down to the spot between your legs. You felt scorched.

“But I think I’m going to need to take it off you.”

“Only if you take off those, too,” you rebuffed and eyed his briefs where behind the cotton. You could see a very large bulge making a tent out of the fabric.

“Fair trade,” He said and then split his mouth into a panty dissolving smirk, before he begun tugging at his briefs.

You begun working on your panties as well, but had to stop when he stepped off the bed to discard his briefs, allowing your full view of his-ahem ‘Cock.’ Heart beating rapidly, you couldn’t help but stare. He was thick and gloriously erect, the head of him glistening with precum.

The heavy sac underneath was what thoroughly finished him off as being the biggest you had ever seen, you havent taken a good look when you first had sex with him at the park, but seeing him now, damn, He has such a beautiful cock.

You deftly stepped out of your panties and then walked up to Jaehyun again. You were now completely naked. His hands came around your legs and smoothed their way up to the rounds of your ass.

He cupped your butt like two delicious, juicy fruits and then squeezed them hard, causing a moan to rip from your throat. You grasped onto his shoulders for support and then let out a startled squeak when he ceased you and hurled you around on the bed. You landed flat on her back, and not one moment later, Jaehyun was on you.

“Jae, oh shit!” You gasped and then cried out a moan when he parted your legs and buried his face in your cunt.

A small scream rippled from your throat and you desperately clutched onto his shoulders as Jaehyun pushed his tongue into your core and made your stomach pool with heat. All your nerve endings seemed to meet when he moved up to your clit and flicked the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, rolling it in between his teeth.

He lapped up all your juices while all you could do was writhe, scream, and pray that the sex-gods would show you mercy tonight, because this is going to be a wild one.

He suddenly flung your legs over his broad shoulders as you hazily opened your eyes from the ecstacy. The sound of the foil being ripped can be heard as he positioned himself in front of your entrance.

“You said you didnt cum? I wont hold back this time.” He stated. automatically cinching hips. His mouth found yours again, dominating you once more. She gripped onto his shoulders, dragging your fingers up through his hair.

And then in a wild thrust, he was inside you. You cried out, Jaehyun ramming into you hard and repeatedly. You hung onto him, your lips parting in hitched breaths. You clawed your nails down his chest, just like his teeth bit into your neck.

“Fuck, Jaehyun!” You hollered, throwing your head back, you couldn’t control your movements. He was hitting you so good, exploding stars started decorating your vision.

He felt so deep and so perfectly, long and thick inside you.His aggressiveness had you pining for him. Hard was the only way you wanted it. For now, anyway. Both your mouths found each other again and Jaehyun savored every part of you, the fast, furious strokes of his cock inside you quick. You could feel herself get close, you manage to corak out, letting him know what he’s doing to you.

“Jae… fuck, almost there, yes, oh fuck, yeeeees!” Jaehyun pounded into you grunting while you dipped your head deeper into his bed. Even then, high, pitchy sounds kept coming out of your mouth in short breaths as he fucked you into oblivion.

His fingers drilled into you breast, leaving more bruises as his hips and strokes finally pushed him over the edge well, joining you in your climax, his bldy going rigid as you felt the muted splurts of his cum inside you.

“Hey…maybe we can go get coffee sometime?” he offered, simply just trying to catch his breath. Sweat and bite marks covered both your bodies, scratches down Jaehyun’s back as well.

“I have to get back to my friends, they’re probably looking for me.” You said gruffly, an excuse just flung put of your mouth. Picking up your discarded clothing on the floor. Your voice was unattached, like you wanted it.

“Wait- at least tell me your name.” You pulled away from him, forcing him to let go of you. You then quickly put on your bra and dress, palming you panties in your hand while Jaehyun simply just stood there, trying to comprehend what just happened. You then ran a hand through your hair, straightening it, not regarding him with a look, for some reason. You looked like you were going to leave without saying anything at all. Jaehyun frowned.

“Wha- why…” The words froze on his tongue when your eyes met his. You quickly gave your panties to his open palm, covering it with yours as he grasped it tightly, a coy smirk on his plumb lips, the scratch on his cheek still apparent.

“It’s Y/N, I’ll see you around.” And then you stepped around him and slipped out of the room. Closing the door behind you.

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Scintilla - ch. 2 | Bang Chan

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Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: Curious and stubborn you truly were, still sneaking out with Changbin even when Minho was clearly against it. This time, however, someone else follows suit, witnessing the growing bond between the Seo siblings and Newbloods.

Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]

Word count: Approx. 7.5k

Warnings: n/a

A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than the previous one hehe. Idk but I personally think a lot went on in this chapter uwu. I’ll just leave y’all to read it. As usual, my asks are open for any questions or if you just wanna blurb about this :>

Facing Minho didn’t seem like the best decision right now, but you did anyway, bracing yourself for his steely glare. “You really want the truth, Minho?” you say lowly, though Seungmin and Hyunjin still hear the boldness in your voice.

Minho narrows his eyes at you almost as if this was some sort of mental battle. You don’t smile. It was almost as if you were looking at the male with pained eyes. “The truth is that,” you start, “you’re not the boss of me, and neither is the Council. What I do and where I go is up to me – they’re my decisions. You can’t keep me tied up and following your rules when I’m the one who should have the most authority here.”

Minho seems unfazed as he lifts an eyebrow, “Given that, do you still think it was wise of you, the princess, to go out into a place where you could have easily been murdered? I’ll let the fact that you went to Elysium pass, but District 9?”

“You went to District 9?” Hyunjin stands, hands slamming on the table; whether it was intentional or not, you didn’t know, but the horror on his face was definite, “Y/n, you straight up went to District 9?”

You clench your jaw, refusing to look at Hyunjin as you continue to glare at Minho, “Yes, I went to District 9.”

Hyunjin worriedly looks to you, “Why? Why would you go there?”

“Clearly, our dear princess seems to have trouble following rules.” Minho says coldly, “And I don’t think she’s the only one.”

Minho’s eyes move from you to Changbin who easily levels his glare. Seungmin mentally questions the prince, making eye contact with him. Once Seungmin gets the answer he needed, his eyes fall to his untouched food, mouth agape in shock. The disbelief if Hyunjin’s voice rises as he asks the prince, “What? You too, Changbin?”

Changbin doesn’t bother to hide his smirk as he took pride in whatever he did the previous day, “Yeah, and nothing’s wrong with that.”

“Oh please. Tell me you fools didn’t notice her injuries.” Minho hisses, causing Hyunjin to flinch.

“We did,” Seungmin says, “we just…wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt that she tripped outside or something.”

Minho grips your wrist to spin you around. You’re now facing your friends who were seated at the table. “Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong.” Minho sarcastically sing-songs before speaking in a lower tone, “Tell that to the Council when they see y/n’s wounds. See her face? An abrasion and bruise, right there.”

Seungmin sighs, “I…may have to agree with Minho on this one.”

You and Changbin snap your heads to him, and he continues to speak, “I honestly couldn’t care less if they were Reds or Newbloods or what. They could be Silvers for all I care. But you both put yourselves in danger, and that’s not something I’d be proud of.”

“But I don’t think they were…you know, expecting to be in danger.” Hyunjin quietly speaks up, “I mean, Changbin’s completely fine.”

Minho scoffs, “Obviously. If you were to pick which one to hurt or kill, would you pick the prince who withdrew his rights from the throne? No! You’d aim for the princess who is inheriting it!”

His patience was wearing thin, and you could tell the younger ones were starting to feel uneasy in the tension-filled room. You take a deep breath and give yourself a moment to compose yourself. Spitting back at Minho would only fuel the flames of his anger, and that’s the last thing you want. Lee Minho rarely got angry, but when he did, it was a horrific experience – and it was not something you wanted the younger boys to see. “Minho,” you finally say, pausing for a few seconds to make sure his attention was on you, “I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens because I chose to go.”

“I expected better from the two of you.” he says flatly, “I don’t give a damn if Changbin goes to Elysium or District 9 by himself. But what gets me is that he had to drag you along in his little adventure. You’re the one who’s going to sit on that throne, ruling this kingdom.”

With another piercing stare, Minho turns to your brother, “If she died there last night, her blood would have been on your hands, Changbin. Yes, Newbloods may have murdered her, but who would have been the cause? You would – ”

“Minho, stop it!” you wriggle your wrist out of Minho’s hold, “I forced Changbin to let me go! Changbin didn’t want me to go, but I forced him. You hear me? I – forced – him! Don’t you dare make my brother guilty for something he’s not responsible for!”

You knew that Changbin had felt guilty over a lot of things – not being a better son, not taking his princely duties properly and giving it all to you, running away from the throne – there was much more to him than the rebellious prince everyone knew him as, and you weren’t going to let Minho add to his guilt list.

“Then maybe you both should have thought things through before sneaking away!” Minho yells.

The three others have fallen silent, and you know that they want nothing than for this to be over. You huff in exasperation before stomping your way out of the dining hall. However, when you reach the huge wooden doors, a knife comes flying towards you, impaling the wood right next to your head. Any other person would be shaken up by such circumstances. Not you. Not a single fiber in your body was affected. You calmly turn around to see Minho’s eyes on you, cold like the steel he loves to manipulate. “I’m not done with you.” he says, nearly growling.

You keep your eyes on his movements, words refusing to come out of your mouth – not when he approaches you strongly. Not when he takes your hand in his, gentle unlike his expression. Not when he drags you out of the dining hall. Not when he threatens the three others, “None of you are to speak about this, am I clear?”

Once you and Minho are outside, Seungmin turns to Changbin, “Seriously, what were you two thinking?”

“Hey, don’t lump y/n in this. It was my fault.” Changbin mutters, eyes sorrowfully glued to his unfinished bread.

Hyunjin couldn’t describe what the unbearable feeling was that kept tugging at his chest. It was as if he felt disappointed and angry at the Seo siblings, but he also felt sorry and pitiful towards them. Were Minho and Seungmin right? Were you and Changbin right? The young man didn’t know, mind still trying to comprehend what he just witnessed. Hyunjin sighs, “I…can’t say whether you’re right or wrong but I just hope that you and y/n aren’t turning your backs on us.”

“Exactly.” Seungmin keeps his eyes to his empty teacup, “Just don’t forget where your loyalties lie, I guess. We don’t want you betraying us.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Changbin says firmly. He sounds so sure that Hyunjin and Seungmin decide to leave the topic alone, resuming their breakfast in silence.

Changbin looks at your place on the table, his eyes painted with a color of guilt and regret. Hyunjin offers him a tentative smile – it’s an uncertain assurance, but he was trying his best. “They’ll be fine. She’ll be fine.”

With Minho in that state, Changbin surely hoped you’d be fine.

Minho has dragged you all the way to the balcony of your own room. He swings the glass door open, allowing both you and him outside. The morning breeze rustles your hair while Minho’s eyes remain glued to yours. “What else do you have to say?” you ask bitterly.

His facial features are much calmer now, but with the way his eyebrows are knit together, you can tell he’s still angry. His eyes seem distant and detached, but there’s a tempest inside them, raging on and on, and you fear that if it’s released, it would leave you in ruin. He speaks with a low voice, “Do you really have such little regard for yourself? Do you really not care about what happens to you?”

“I…no, of course not.” you start, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the male’s question, “Why would you say that?”

He crosses his arms across his chest, expression telling you that he didn’t believe a word you just said. He says, “You just go do whatever you want, don’t you? You don’t seem to pay attention to the other variables and consequences.”

“I do, Minho.” you groan, growing frustrated with every passing second you spoke to him, “I know it was dangerous. I know it’s against the rules. I know all of that, ok? But I wanted – no, I needed to see it all for myself. I’ve always wondered, what’s it like outside my castle walls? What’s it like outside my city walls? What’s it like beyond our little Silver heaven?”

“That ‘little Silver heaven’ is your priority. Remember what we were taught as children? The Silvers have the most importance. It’s the hierarchy – the system.” Minho explains, his gaze now looking out towards the extravagant city before you.

His words, however, reminded you of something someone else had said to you.

“As rightful queen, your loyalty will always be with your own people.”

The Newblood, Chan, had said that last night when he caught you with his friends. You join Minho in scanning the city’s horizon, but unlike Minho whose eyes are fixated on the pristine structures of Miroh, your eyes gravitate to Elysium, then inevitably towards District 9. Even when you wanted to tear your eyes away from the city of rebels, you kept getting tugged back as if a gravity were compelling you to keep your eyes on it.

You voice out your thoughts out loud, “But as queen of the whole Nortan Kingdom, aren’t citizens of Elysium and District 9 my people as well? Shouldn’t they be part of my priorities?”

Minho doesn’t look at you – either he refuses to, or he’s still irritated. “They are your people, yes. But the Silvers precede them in any circumstance.”

You roll your eyes at yet another elitist comment. Typical from a Silver, what were you expecting? “I just don’t think it’s right. I talked to them, Minho. I laughed with them.” you whisper, voice almost a plea to the man who refused to listen. “Father was right when he tried to keep it united. They aren’t what you all think.”

His eyes are now on you; all semblance of anger or irritation is now gone, perhaps washed away by the cool breeze. Minho is many things, but he is not the most soft-hearted person. So, when his hand reaches up to caress the skin of your cheek – just below the abrasion and bruise you received – you are taken by surprise. Well, surprise was an understatement. You felt as if someone had taken Minho’s place, and it scared you. Not in the fearful sense as you felt when you were attacked, but scared because this was something new to you – something Minho had never done.

“But their people were also the ones who did this to you.” Minho whispers, his voice soft like silk, sending shivers down your spine, “Believe it or not, but millions of Reds and Newbloods are waiting to have you dead, y/n. I can’t let that happen.”

“This?” he continues, removing his hand from your cheek so that he could hold your own hand. He lifts your arm, causing the sleeves of your dress to slide down, revealing the stab from yesterday. “I can’t let this happen to you again.”

“It’s not going to happen, Minho. Please, trust me on this.” you say, voice barely a whisper as you felt your throat go dry, words struggling to come out.

“You know what else makes me angry about this whole thing?”

“What?”

“It’s that you don’t see how the Council is going to deal with your sneaking away.” Minho’s voice is harsh once again, his hand letting go of yours, “You keep it up, and you’ll be labelled a traitor. Doesn’t matter if you’re queen-to-be. They’ll take you away, torture you, and execute you.”

He whispers the next words, hatred laced in his voice, “Just like they did with her.”

He can’t say that name – how could he? It brings him so much pain to just mention the idea of a certain person. You did not expect him to bring up that topic. Your gaze falls to the marbled floor as Minho takes a step back, “It’s unfortunate that your selfish heart can’t see that.”

Those were his last words before the male sauntered out of your room, leaving you speechless. Tears pricked at your eyes, accumulating but refusing to spill out and trail down your face. Forget about being hurt by him or his words. No, you were not a heartbroken princess. No matter how many times you argued with Minho, he was still your best friend – someone you leaned on since you were children. Having fights this big were never easy for you; it would leave you devastated at the thought that another rift was thrust at your friendship, and maybe Minho would leave you alone one of these days. Maybe you really had a selfish heart, but who could blame you? You sniff, mumbling to no one in particular, “That idiot.”

Afternoons were Chan’s favorite times of the day. Something about the balance – the middle ground – between day and night was calming for the male. And somewhere in his little city was a place owned by SKZ. They called it the Yellow Wood, though nothing about it was yellow. In fact, it was simply a forest with numerous remnants and ruins of cement buildings and structures covered in vines, leaves, moss, and all kinds of greenery. Perhaps the only time it was “yellow” was during the autumn when leaves turned gold like the sun. It was, however, a welcomed change from their gothic, cement-filled city.

The male lay on his back on one of the elevated structures, eyes peacefully closed as the winds danced through his pale locks. Sleep was something Chan struggled to enjoy, partly due to the fact that he was always thinking about something. But it was also because of his sensitivity to sound. He heard the crunch of footsteps hitting the cemented ground but didn’t bother to open his eyes.

“You’re back, Jisung?” he asks the figure, eyes still closed.

Jisung smiles at the older male, “Yup. Nothing new, but Felix and I gave some food to a few homeless Reds back at the Trench.”

Jeongin falls into step next to Jisung, his usual bright smile now apologetic, “Woojin and I snuck into Dolorem and as expected, the Royal Guard is everywhere.”

“Hyung, what’s in Dolorem that makes it so important to us?” Jisung asks, kicking a pebble down the spiraling stairs.

Chan sits up, “No one knows. We were just told that some Silver secrets worth spilling lie beyond its enormous walls.”

“Can’t Jeongin just pretend to be Changbin or the princess and strut into that forsaken place?” Jisung raises an eyebrow.

“That’s been tried by other rebels. There are Whispers guarding the place, and it’s a standard procedure for them to read the minds of anyone who passes.” Chan shakes his head, “Even if Jeongin’s good at acting and controlling his own mind, those Whispers are trained.”

Jeongin nods, “Too risky.”

Jisung yelps when Felix suddenly appears beside him, “Can you not jump so suddenly and so close to me?”

“Can’t help it.” Felix laughs before turning to Chan, “Hyung, I picked up some news from neighboring towns.”

Chan gestures for the male to continue. Felix clears his throat, “Our spies found out that y/n – I mean, the princess – got into an argument with Lee Minho. He knows they’re sneaking around, and this can be dangerous.”

Jisung’s eyes widen, “They can have the Whispers read their minds and reveal our whereabouts! They may follow them if they sneak out again!”

Chan calmly smiles at the panicking male, “No, I doubt it. The Council won’t act on something that just happened once. They’ll brush it off and attend to ‘more important’ matters.”

“Besides,” Chan’s eyes look out into the open forest, an amused spark dallying in his eyes, “The princess does not know where her loyalty really stands.”

“Are you saying we use her…use that to our advantage?” Jisung questions, watching the way the golden sun paints the sky.

Chan chuckles, amusement further provoking his dimples, “No, of course not. But if we manage to convince her, she’d make a really big difference in turning the tides on what we’re fighting for.”

Changbin observes your demeanor as you walk along the dusty road. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, eyebrows furrowed as your mind wanders from one thought to another. Seungmin would have difficulty reading your mind in this state. “Are you…sure you want to come?” he asks cautiously.

You hum in response, clenching your fists, “Yes. I want to be as far away from Minho as possible. Asshole. Jerk. Stupid idiot. I hate him.” you mumble, kicking the ground in the process.

You literally just got chewed up by Minho’s anger for sneaking away, yet here you were, sneaking out with Changbin again. Your brother couldn’t care less if Minho hated him, but he worried that it was different for you. He sighs, taking your hand in his, “I’m really against this and would have left you in the castle. You really shouldn’t be out.”

“Then just leave me in Elysium while you frolic around with the others.” you state.

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, “Not a chance. I can’t stop you, so I’ll just be with you. Besides, I’m not going to District 9. I’m meeting Felix and the boys in Elysium.”

“How do you communicate with them?” you ponder, head titled in curiosity.

“We don’t. We just…come up with these plans and tell each other before I leave their city.” Changbin explains.

A few hours later, you and Changbin arrive at Elysium. Despite a rather rough start to your day, being away from the castle and all the Silvers made you feel at ease. You pushed any negative thoughts to the back of your mind and urged yourself to feel free. Deep down, you knew you’d never really be free, especially with oaths and pledges clinging to you like leeches sucking your life away. With your brother taking you around the city of paradise, you didn’t feel any of that. For now, at least.

While Changbin bought a few pastries, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you. “I’m being paranoid.” you tell yourself, sighing.

You wanted to ignore the eerie feeling and just feel like a normal citizen who enjoyed life to the fullest, but the logical conscience in you kept you on guard. Who could blame you? People tried to kill you the last time you were here. You carefully look on both sides before slowly looking behind you. Nothing seemed suspicious or out of place, so you clear your throat and tug on Changbin’s sleeves, “Can we go somewhere less crowded? I feel anxious here.”

Changbin pays for the pastries before ushering you away from the marketplace. “Are you ok? Do you want to go home?”

“No, I just…” you trail off, deciding to shoo your worry away, “no, it’s nothing. I guess I’m just hungry.”

“Hmmm.” Changbin hums to himself, not fully convinced by your words. He knew you better than that.

But before he could prod further, a sunny voice breaks the fragile quietness, “Fancy seeing the two of you here.”

Felix appears in front of you two, a large smile on his lips, “Y/n, is it ok for you to be out here?”

You offer the male a small albeit devious smile, “Of course not, but I’m here already, right?”

“I know,” Felix laughs, “Can’t do anything about that.”

Changbin tosses the bag of pastries which Felix catches with ease, “Go crazy, buddy.”

Felix grabs a pastry and happily bites into it. “Thanks.” he chuckles, words muffled by his delicacy-filled mouth, causing you and Changbin to laugh.

A figure approaches the three of you, and when you lay your eyes on the person, your heart stops for a second. You felt like a deer caught by a hunter in the deep forests, eyes shaking nervously as your body stiffened. “Oh, Chan.” Changbin nods in acknowledgement, yet you remain silent.

“What happened to your feisty attitude, Your Highness?” he cockily raises an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes and look away, embarrassed by the shade of pink dusting across your face, “I’m not obligated to answer that.”

He simply chuckles, a rather melodious sound. How such a thought came across your mind, you could not fathom, but you shove it away just as you would with Minho’s snappy remarks. “I thought I made it clear that you shouldn’t be here.”

“You said not to step foot into District 9. We’re in Elysium, genius.” you scoff, a small smirk starting to squirm itself onto your lips.

“Hmm?” he hums in amusement, taking a bold step closer so that he towered above you, “Are you being sarcastic with me, princess?”

Your brain feels short-circuited at the particular way he says “princess”, blinking your eyes rapidly. You refuse to back down and spit back, “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?”

He stares into your eyes for a few seconds before backing off and doubling over in a fit of giggles. You stand there, raising your eyebrow in suspicion. In front of your very eyes, Chan’s figure slowly morphs into a younger male, revealing himself to be Jeongin. He falls to the ground, laughing endlessly with Changbin joining his outburst. “Ah, y/n, you really are a tough person!”

You stand there, dumbfounded with a deadpan expression on your face, “Your name was Jeongin, right?”

“Yes.” he grins, dusting the dirt off his clothes as he recovers from his laughter.

Felix giggles a little, “I really thought that was Chan for a moment.”

“I doubt that weirdo would do anything like that.” you pout, “He looks to stiff to act that cocky.”

Jeongin shakes his head while still smiling, “Hyung acts like this a lot, honestly. I mean, maybe he’s not as flirty, but he does like to tease.”

“You’ve got guts, little boy.” you smirk, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

Jeongin’s smile reminds you of a little boy, but you could tell that there was more to him. “So, why go through the effort to pretend to be Chan?” you curiously ask, a sly smirk on your lips.

“He says he finds you amusing.” Jeongin explains, “He didn’t expound, but he seems to have…”

Jeongin looks at Felix who shrugs in response, “Taken an interest in you?”

You curse your hormones for betraying you as your cheeks turn pink once again. Hopefully, none of the boys notices; you, the tough princess who had much more pressing concerns, were blushing – for a reason you couldn’t think of – over the fact that a rebel took an interest in you? Who’s to say that his “interest” wasn’t in killing you? You mentally smack yourself for suddenly acting like this.

You dismissively wave your hand and cross your arms, “I’m not interested.”

Another person happily makes his way to your group, sparks of electricity fizzling out around him. “Are you sure? Chan’s a really nice person when he warms up. And wait ‘til you meet Woojin! Well…if he shows himself. He’s kinda shy around new people.”

“Really?” Changbin tilts his head, musing over his thoughts, “I actually think y/n has better chances befriending Woojin over Chan.”

Jisung shrugs, shaking off the electricity around him, “I mean, they did get off on the wrong foot, but Woojin’s more…textbook-ish?”

“Who’s Woojin?” you ask.

“He’s Chan’s best friend.” Changbin answers.

Jeongin adds, “They’ve known each other since they were kids and, well…they’ve been through a lot together.”

You slowly nod, trying to imagine what Chan’s best friend would be like. “Anyway,” Jisung smiles, “now that I’m here, shall we go to Sognare?”

“Sognare?” you inquire, “Is that the hill where an ancient castle once stood? I only read about it in books.”

As the group ventures out, Jisung answers your question, “Bingo. Legend has it that a Silver king from long, long ago planned to establish his rule in that castle, but he was forced back to Miroh with his castle being destroyed.”

“They what’s left on that hill is all that remains of his grand castle.” Felix notes.

You walk in front with Felix and Changbin before asking, “And people are allowed to just go there?”

“Technically not.” Jeongin chuckles, “A huge part of the castle is closed off due to unstable grounds, but there is a particular area that we usually hang around. No one really goes there ‘cause they don’t have much care for a castle that is long dead. Just another set of ruins for them.”

“It’s kinda like our tree-house.” Jisung laughs.

After a few minutes of engaging in a light-hearted conversation with the boys, you all arrive at the ruins of the mentioned castle. There was really nothing left but cement pillars, cracked walls, ruined staircases – each wrapped with vines and flowers. It was far from what castles looked like in Miroh, but it was undoubtedly ethereal in its own way. “You might think it’s childish, but this is where we like to…” Jeongin starts.

“It’s where we get to act like everything seems perfect.” Jisung finishes as he climbs the stairs, standing next to a crumbly pillar to look out at the sunset.

You and Changbin follow as Jeongin sits on a window sill, legs dangling in the air. Felix stands next to Jisung. “Do you have sunsets like this, y/n?” Felix asks, eyes filled with wonder as he imagines himself standing atop a castle in Miroh.

Changbin turns to you with a gentle smile, and you reply with a soft voice, “Yeah, we do. But it’s much more magical out here.”

“Right?” Jisung smiles proudly with his hands on his hips, “District 9 is filled with tall buildings and is basically a concrete jungle. We have a place called Yellow Wood, and it’s the closest we have to this place. But this is literally magical. Elysium really is the best place.”

“I mean, I nearly got killed here but yeah, I get your point.” you laugh, causing the other boys to smile in return.

A blissful silence ensues the group as the wind dances around, the golden sun kissing each of your skin with warmth. For a second, it felt as if no line between Silvers and Newbloods existed. It felt like you were all just young men and women enjoying your youth together.

The silence is soon broken, however, when Jeongin catches a glimpse of a shadow. “Someone’s here.” he gets off the window sill, scooting closer to Jisung and Felix.

The two are quick to react, scanning the area. “Could it just be Chan or Woojin?” Changbin points out as he guards himself.

“I don’t know.” you say quietly, the sparks on your flame-maker ring lighting up, “I felt a presence following me back at the marketplace. This feels similar. Do Chan and Woojin do a lot of lurking?”

“Yeah. But this feels different.” Jisung mentions, a smile still plastered on his face as if this was something worth enjoying.

The shadow darts across two pillars, and Felix utilizes his deep voice to warn the stranger, “We know you’re there. Show yourself.”    

When the figure slowly steps out, his identity is concealed by the shadows being cast by the pillars. Jisung sends a burst of lightning towards the figure, but the person dodges it with a simple side-step. Jisung doesn’t waste time to bombard the figure with more lightning strikes, but he simply evades each attack with precision and ease, jumping or twisting his body with the most subtle movements. A particular bolt of lightning flies past the figure’s face, giving you and Changbin a glimpse of his features – charming, young eyes with a mole underneath, and thick lips pouted in concentration. How and why was he here?

Jeongin stands behind Jisung as Felix readies himself for a jump, but you and Changbin exclaim, “Wait, stop!”

The three Newbloods look at you two in confusion before Changbin sighs, “We know him.”

“What?” Jisung questions, looking towards the male who was now hiding behind another pillar.

“Hyunjin, come out. It’s ok.” you call out to him.

He slowly peeks out from his spot, eyes cautiously watching each of you. When he slowly steps out, Jisung readies himself, making sure that Jeongin is safely behind him. Hyunjin sheepishly smiles, waving awkwardly at the group, “Uh…hey.”

You push past Jisung and walk over to Hyunjin. You question the male, “Hyunjin, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you and Changbin the same thing.” he playfully smiles, though it morphs into a frown when you sternly stare at him, “Ok…I may have followed you and Changbin.”

Changbin joins in the conversation, “Since when?”

Hyunjin shrugs with nonchalance, “Since you both left the castle? I mean, even after Minho went on a rampage, I knew both of you wouldn’t actually listen to him. I saw you two leave the premises, so I decided to follow you.”

“Why though?” you ask out of curiosity.

Hyunjin gently smiles, “There must be something out here for you and Changbin to keep sneaking out.” he mumbles his last sentence, though all of you hear it clearly, “And…I needed to get away from the High House ladies.”

Changbin laughs, clearly amused by Hyunjin’s confession. You chuckle lightly, “Ok, I get it. But you do know that by doing this, you’re also going to be in big trouble?”

“When am I not?” Hyunjin giggles.

Jisung interrupts, hand raised to get everyone’s attention, “Yeah, that’s cute and all, but am I the only one who thinks this is really bad? Like really bad? Another Silver is here! I thought we’d just kind of stick to the Seo siblings!”

Felix nods in agreement, turning to Hyunjin with intimidating eyes. The latter shakes his head and dramatically waves his hands around, “Oh no no no. I’m too young to die. Don’t get rid of me, please. I promise I won’t say a word. I’m good at keeping secrets, I swear.”

Jisung seems skeptical, chewing on his bottom lip as he thinks. Felix offers Hyunjin a small smile, “We’re not going to kill you; that’s too much work, especially if you’re a Councilor’s son. Rather, we need to know what your intentions were for following y/n and Changbin.”

Hyunjin makes an “o” with is mouth, nodding as he replies, “Curiosity? Boredom? And I just wanted to make sure they weren’t doing anything stupid or dangerous. I may also have had suspicions and wanted to make sure that they aren’t conspiring against us Silvers or something. You know what I’m saying?”

He continues, looking at the three Newbloods, “And seeing as to little man, lightning man, and deep-voiced man haven’t killed you two, I guess they’re ok?”

Jeongin slowly smiles as he moves away from Jisung, “Are you a Silk?”

Hyunjin scratches the back of his neck shyly, but the smile on his face is nothing but proud, “Yeah, I am. How’d you know?”

The youngest male smiles wider, “No one noticed you were following us for quite a while.”

“Yeah, who dodges my attacks that easily?” Jisung pouts.

“Yeah.” Jeongin ignores his comment, “I observe a lot of people in Elysium, but not many of the Silvers there are Silks, maybe a good handful only. Silks are probably…the most fascinating Silvers for me.”

Hyunjin’s eyes sparkle as he, once again, dramatically reacts to his words, “That’s great, I’m touched. People always notice Magnetrons like Minho or Burners like these two, but never Silks like me.”

“You are handsome though.” Jisung points out with a deadpan expression, and you’re not sure whether he meant it or was being sarcastic. As a result, Changbin laughs, the sound echoing throughout the castle ruins.

Hyunjin chuckles, “So you three are like…legit Newbloods? You’re really Newbloods?”

“In the flesh.” Felix grins as he goes on to explain their powers.

“That’s cool.” Hyunjin smiles, “I always thought that Newbloods were a bit different.”

“What? Like we’re not as handsome as you?” Jisung continues to chortle.

Jeongin slaps his friend’s back, “The only thing that sets us apart is the color of our blood.”

Changbin walks up to Hyunjin and gently places a hand on his shoulder. “Jin, you have to promise that you won’t speak a word about this.” he says this gently but firmly.

Hyunjin nods immediately, “Minho won’t be the only one murdering me. Seungmin will too, so I’m not risking it.”

“Can we trust you on that?” Jeongin asks one more time.

Hyunjin turns to the young male, a friendly smile on his lips. “Yes, you can.”

Jeongin was a master of reading people; he wasn’t a Whisper like Seungmin, but when you grow up in an environment full of mysteries and masks, you sort of develop a survival instinct for seeing past such deception. Shifting and transforming was his ability, but he also picked up a skill from years of observing and watching people.

He did not see any trickery in Hyunjin’s eyes. In fact, he would have thought that the male held the same pure and clear eyes as he did. After a moment of silence, Jeongin’s lips curl into a smile, “I think we can trust him.”

“That’s not for you to decide, Jeongin.”

A voice you’ve never heard pierces the peaceful afternoon, and you call turn to the source. Chan stands at the bottom of the spiraling staircase with another man. He had a good body – tall, too – with gentle facial features. But his body language was anything but gentle as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, eyebrows furrowed.

Chan smiles at his Newblood friends before turning to you, Changbin, and Hyunjin. “I see you’ve brought another buddy, Your Highness.”

Hyunjin was about to open his mouth, but you shut him up. “He’s clean, Chan. He isn’t dangerous.”

“That’s also not for you to decide.” the male beside Chan says firmly.

Chan nods as they ascend the staircase, “Woojin’s right. Your friend is a High House Silver. Royalty or not, you’re all dangerous until we really see we can trust you like Changbin.”

Chan’s presence is as commanding as ever, but one could not deny that the man who stood next to him was just as intimidating. Woojin doesn’t smile, nor does he seem angry. His expression remains neutral as he addresses his friends, “You guys can’t just keep hanging out with Silvers on a whim. Chan and I made it clear that Changbin was an exception. The only exception. Now you’re frolicking around with the princess and a High House elite?”

“How’d you know – ” Hyunjin nervously asks.

Woojin immediately responds, “We have our sources.”

Felix tugs at Chan’s arm while quietly whispering to him. He looked like a little boy seeking help from his older brother, and despite your initial hostility towards Chan, you couldn’t help but think that this man was their support – their strength. They depended and trusted him. “I honestly don’t think these three mean any harm, hyung.”

Chan’s eyes fixate on Felix’s pleading ones. With a sigh, he turns to Changbin for a quick second, then moves on to a nervous Hyunjin, and lastly to your unwavering eyes. The male smiles to himself and turns to Woojin who gives him a questioning look. “Let’s give them today. Just today.” Chan states.

Woojin sighs with a shake of his head, “You sure about that, Chan?”

“Positive. Jisung and the rest came to Elysium for a break. Let’s give them that for now.” Chan explains.

Woojin nods in understanding, “If you say so.”

Jisung and Felix high-five each other before pulling Jeongin into their little celebratory hug. They grab Changbin’s hand as he hesitantly joins their circle. Hyunjin laughs, and you watch them with pleased eyes. Seeing Changbin this happy was refreshing. He was fine in the castle, but out here, you could see pure joy in his eyes – something you haven’t seen since your father died.

The sun was starting to set, but the whole group remained at the castle ruins. Changbin and Felix climbed another part of the castle, exploring its secret areas. Jisung begged Woojin to make use of his Gravitron abilities for the sake of their entertainment. He hesitantly complied with a sigh, stretching his arm out towards a pile of rubble nearby. The gravity shifts, and the rocks start to float before Woojin clenches his fist, the rocks falling back with a loud sound. Jeongin explains things to Hyunjin who simply goes “wow” at everything, perhaps flailing his arms every time something “amazing” happens.

They all now chase each other around the ground level of the ruins while playing a game of tag, some climbing walls or vines to escape the “it”. “Felix, teleporting is cheating!” Jisung cries out.

“No it’s not!” Felix laughs, evading Jisung’s touch as he jumps to higher ground.

Hyunjin stealthily flips and tumbles onto the tops of shattered pillars while Jeongin screams as Jisung catches up to him, “Hyung, help!”

Woojin smirks, shaking his head. “Please!” Jeongin yelps, barely dodging Jisung’s hand.

With a nod of his head, Woojin shifts the gravity around Jeongin as he floats above, the huge grin on his lips teasing Jisung. “Stop using abilities!” Jisung laughs, his hands starting to crackle with sparks.

You watch them from a run-down tower, smiling from above. You don’t hear the footsteps behind you, so when Chan positions himself beside you, you jolt in surprise. It causes Chan to chuckle, “Jumpy, aren’t we?”

“I didn’t hear you.” you mumble.

“Of course you didn’t. I did it on purpose.”

“Hah, you’re funny.”

“So are you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, studying the features of his face. Without realizing it, you’re actually staring at him, and Chan finds it odd…but amusing, too. He smiles, and only now did you realize he had dimples. “Is there something wrong, princess?”

You nearly choke and look away, nervous eyes looking below, “It’s nothing.”

Dusk paints the sky as you and Chan watch your friends in a surprisingly pleasant silence. When Changbin’s boisterous laugh pierces the sky, you find yourself grinning wider, “Changbin’s way happier here…with them. It’s been a while since I saw my brother look this happy.”  

Chan’s gaze shifts to you, watching the way your usually-blazing eyes soften with the dusky light. The way the winds swirls through your hair was almost perfect, making you look like a work of art. “Yeah?” he whispers, “It’s the same for Felix and Jeongin. Jisung’s always bright, but it’s nice to see Felix and Jeongin laughing like this.”

Your eyes watch as Changbin and Hyunjin team up to defeat Jisung and Felix in some tag-team game, screaming and exclaiming at each other like frenzied children. “If these kids can get along well, don’t you think it’s possible for the whole kingdom?” you whisper to yourself.

Chan’s sensitivity to sound allows him to hear your musings. He faces you with a calm expression, “Your Highness, ‘these kids’ are an exception. You can’t expect your whole kingdom to get along like them.”

“But it’s worth a try, right? I mean, if Father didn’t try, would he have been able to unite both people?” you question, shaking your head once you realize who you’re talking to, “Nevermind. Why am I talking to you about this?”

Chan’s eyes glaze over to the horizon, voice soft, “When your father attempted to unite us, my parents were overjoyed. So were Woojin’s and basically every Newblood and Red. The Silvers…they didn’t like it. They only complied because your father decreed it so.”

His eyes return to you as he continues, “He’s gone, and the Council tells you how to rule, am I right? Obviously, they’re going to want things to go back to the old ways – Silvers are superior. Your people precede mine, princess. Like I told you before, your loyalty is with them. You rule for them, not us.”

You decide to contradict his statement, a small but challenging smirk coiling at your lips, “Are you not my people as well, Chan? Newbloods and Reds are still part of my kingdom and therefore are my people too.”

Chan chuckles softly, the low sound causing your heartbeat double in speed. “That’s how you see it. A majority of your Council thinks otherwise. Majority rules, right?”

You look down on the ring you wear, eyes downcast, “I just want to do what’s best for my people. Both people.”

Chan makes a bold move, placing a finger gingerly under your chin, lifting it so you looked directly into his eyes. “You can’t please everyone, y/n. That’s the sad reality.”

Under normal circumstances, your girly heart would have jumped at the fact that he called you by your real name, but you brushed it off. “That doesn’t stop me from trying.” you declare, “I’m sure you’d still try if you were in my place, right?”

Chan gives you a gentle smile as opposed to his usual cocky smirks, dimples on full display. “We have much more in common than you think, princess. I’d do anything – ”

“ – for the people I love.” you finish his sentence, chuckling to yourself.

He gives you a little smile, “You’re a leader – a ruler and future queen – y/n. I lead these boys too, so I know how much you want everyone to be happy, including your own Silvers. But you need to see my side. You and the Hwang boy being with us is risky.”

He continues, slightly lowering his head to look directly in your eyes, “You’d do anything to keep them safe, right? It’s the same for me. If a single Silver learns about what you’re doing, it puts us in danger. You really can’t keep sneaking away from your castle, especially if Lee Minho manages to find out.”

You sigh, “I know, but Hyunjin and I won’t let anything like that happen. I see how much happiness you all bring to Changbin. I’ve ruined so much things for him, and I won’t let myself do it again.”

“You’re a great sister,” Chan chuckles, “but you’ll need to be a good queen as well.”

You nod, eyes glued to Chan’s own as if naturally being pulled to it, “That’s the plan, Chan.”

He chuckles once more, smile now wider than usual. He softly arranges your wind-struck hair, tucking a strand behind your ear in a feather-light motion. Your friends’ laughter and screams become louder, so Chan mutes the sound, enabling you to hear him and his voice only, “I can tell that you’re a good person, y/n, but I’ve seen for myself that Silvers are not.”

His eyes are ablaze as he whispers his next few words, “I don’t know if I can trust you – put mine and the boys’ lives at stake, but can you change that?”

Chan’s hand against the skin behind your ear is warm, and you feel as if it belongs there like a baby snuggling in its mother’s arms. With a grin, you respond, “You’ll see.”

“Indeed.” he chuckles.

He hears footsteps approaching, immediately retracting his hand from its position near your cheek, warmth slipping away. Woojin has his hands in his pockets as he ambiguously smiles at you two, “Sorry to interrupt your little chat, but it’s getting late. We need to go back, Chan, and so do you, Your Highness.”

Felix is ready behind him, giving you a little wave, “Jump time.”

You glance back at Chan who playfully salutes at your direction. You roll your eyes before saying your goodbyes to Jisung and Jeongin. Felix holds onto yours, Changbin, and Hyunjin’s hands as he teleports you three away. The eldest male looks at Chan with a mischievous smirk, “What’s got you smiling like an idiot, Channie?”

“Channie’s in love.” Jisung snickers, earning a smack on the head from Woojin.

Chan pats his snickering friend’s back before smiling at Jeongin and Woojin, “I don’t know, but I have a feeling that our princess is going to have a crucial role for us.”

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