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I will not vanish | One

I will not vanish [MASTERLIST] is a companion series/backstory to the ‘soulmates collection’ [doyoung]

demon/gryffindor haechan x slytherin fem reader

genre: fantasy, university setting of hogwarts with different magic, romance, angst, smut

warnings: +18, strong language, mention of murder, explicit sexual content [fingering, handjob], virgin reader, sexual tension

other characters: gryffindor prefect/demon jeno, slytherin prefect doyoung, ravenclaw prefect selene (oc), hufflepuff prefect jaemin, archangel mark

words: 19.1k

note: the terminology used [demon, angel, archangel] has no correlation to the usual religious connotations

PROLOGUE

Haechan was not born.

But he had a beginning and he could perfectly remember the instance he opened his eyes.

“Welcome to the Academy.”

Haechan was standing still. He moved a finger, then the whole hand. Finally, he looked at his proximity and saw a pair of eyes. He didn't know what the Academy was, who talked and where they were exactly, but he knew what eyes were. He thought he was looking at himself at first but then the eyes blinked faster than he felt his own eyes blink. So he knew. It wasn't him.

It was another.

Then he looked around and he saw another. And another. All standing tall, slowly moving as if suddenly awakened from a dream.

“Donghyuck.”

Another sound. Haechan looked at the first pair of eyes again, noticing a mouth too.

“Mark,” he heard his own voice say. That word was written on the other’s neck and Haechan was surprised to understand it.

Then he thought about the word that the other said. Donghyuck.

Haechan touched his own neck and felt those letters drawn in silver. The sound wasn’t his favourite. Who gave him this name? Could he choose his own sound?

Haechan learned many things at the Academy.

For instance, he knew why he woke up into consciousness - an angel, a soldier.

He learned that soldiers existed to protect or fight.

To protect who? Humans.

These little beings, scattered all across universes. Some lived longer. Some lived less time. They were workers, born to keep the world intact.

To fight who? Humans.

These little beings, scattered all across universes. They had no idea what their existence meant. Some universes, those near the centre, were more aware of it. Some, far away at the edges of the world, had no idea. But Haechan saw the way they'd look up to the sky and wonder, asking themselves what was the meaning of it all. He wanted to tell them. He desperately wanted to tell them.

“Do you like your name?” Haechan asked the first pair of eyes he met after waking into consciousness.

Mark was bent over his sword, his fingers slowly emitting fire to render it shiny.

No one knew why they had to do that, but most of them were busy doing it. No master was around to teach. Everyone just knew. And all of them had the same instructions in their head.

Why did Haechan have some faulty ones?

“If I like my name?” he mumbled before looking up. “Is that allowed to think about?”

Haechan felt a weird vibration inside his chest. Then he opened his mouth and laughed. It was a warm and trilly sound that reverberated in the big white palace. It was the first time someone did something like that and many turned their heads towards him.

“Why wouldn’t it be allowed?”

Mark hummed. “It sounds nice when you say it. So I guess I like it.”

“I don’t like mine though."

If there’s a thing Haechan has respected about Mark, is the fact that he never called him Donghyuck ever since. Even when Haechan first got in trouble. Even when he had to stay in a white cell for weeks for not following the basic instructions someone gave to their brains. Even when he'd eventually run away because of an incident. Even when Mark would have been the one entrusted with the task to catch him.

It was Fate for Haechan to have that name, yet he went against it. And Mark didn’t find it troublesome.

“Then why can’t you accept the fact that if I can choose the way I name myself, then those people can choose whoever they want to love?”

Haechan was talking about those poor humans. They were doing what they were supposed to do. Love. Choosing another human and loving them.

“Are you really willing to vanish for this weird idea you have got inside your head?” Mark whispered during class. There was no teacher there. Just them, quietly working on their shape-shifting. “Our task is beautiful. Making soulmates meet. Why do you hate it so much?”

“They didn’t choose that. Besides, I am not going to vanish. Who’s going to make my soul disappear? Fate? Where is it?"

“We were made. We can be unmade.”

“Okay then. I’d rather not exist if existence is not mine to rule.”

“Stay out of trouble, Haechan. I don’t want to lose you. ”

Those words stung Haechan's heart. He didn't want to lose Mark either. But he was about to lose himself if he stayed inside that Academy any longer.

“I’m going to be an Archangel,” Mark murmured once, hands resting under his head and eyes wide open to drink in the stars. The tall grass that engulfed them swung ever so slightly. “What about you?”

Haechan sighed. “Probably everything opposite that. I don’t know what it’s called though.”

Demon.

Haechan has learned he has been called like that in the City after his departure. It wasn’t bad. It rolled on the tongue relatively easily. He had no idea what it meant but he was glad he had his own category now.

FIRST UNIVERSE

Haechan sighed at the platform he landed on. With the corner of his eyes, while trying to adjust his loose tie, he noticed children slamming themselves into a wall and for a moment he had to blink hard and understand what kind of Universe he got himself into.

“Sorry, madam,” he addressed the woman who let her own children butt heads in the walls.

“Oh, I think you’re too old for Hogwarts, young man. I think you’re meant to go to University. That’s not on the other side. It’s here,” she explained after Haechan asked where the fuck he was supposed to go. His travel book - or better, the huge tome Doyoung gave him as instructions to find him with - only said magic school and that was the closest thing he could find. The letters Doyoung inscribed on the cover of it in the darkness of that cell felt rough under Haechan’s fingers as he walked around.

“Doyoung, where the fuck are you,” Haechan mumbled to himself, walking the stairs of the huge castle in the middle of the University Campus. Everyone was wearing the uniform he bought though, so he at least didn’t have anxiety about being in the wrong place. Human feelings were so debilitating and the fact that he had to take them up in each different life made him mad. He was a Demon for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t about to let himself cry at each puppy he saw on the street.

_____

Selene wasn’t his type but objectively looking, Haechan could understand why Doyoung decided to go through shit and arrive in literal Hell to ask him to couple them up.

He hummed, deep in thought, looking at the young girl typing away on her computer from behind a pillar while making mental plans. Honestly, he had never thought of how he’d approach the issue of getting Doyoung and Selene to be together in all of their lives. His motto was bullshitting and somehow being lucky. He has also never thought for how long exactly this was going to go but freedom inebriated him too much for him to care about consequences.

Lost in his demonic good thoughts, Haechan jolted at the sudden foot hitting his ankle.

"If you don't stop being so fucking creepy to women I'll make you stop with my own hands."

"Ouch! Are you fucking insane?" he turned around, knee bent to be able to soothe the bruise with his hands.

You were standing behind him, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and dangerous arms crossed on your chest.

"Are you new here?" you lifted your chin.

Haechan put his leg down and huffed, moving a strand of hair from his eyes.

"Yeah. This is how you welcome newcomers?"

"This is how we welcome weirdos. Why do you keep lurking here and staring at Ravenclaw's Prefect?"

"She's a Prefect?" Haechan sounded genuinely surprised for a moment but then he shrugged. "With her bad attitude of course she'd want a position of power."

He then tried to step to the side and go but you stopped him in his tracks.

"Do you know each other?"

"Why are you all up in my business?" he asked back.

"You're creepily standing behind a pillar and secretly staring at a girl. Of course, I'll be up in your business."

Haechan looked at you under half-closed lids and you stared back, unimpressed.

"My friend is interested in her and I was thinking of helping him out," he explained frankly.

"Who?"

Haechan fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"A dude named Doyoung. Now, can I go?"

Your eyes widened. "Kim Doyoung is interested in Selene?"

Half of the study room turned their heads towards you both at the volume of your voice and Haechan swiftly put one hand on your nape and the other on your mouth in a mortal clasp.

"That's not something the whole campus needs to know, now, what do you think?"

His whisper was so close that you smelled the sweet chewing gum on his tongue.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, blinking fast as if apologizing. He let you go a moment after, cleaning his hand of the steam of your breath on his pants.

"Do you know Doyoung?" he asked. He had to find him as soon as possible.

You adjusted your hair with disdain, showing Haechan how you didn't like him touching you either.

"If I know Doyoung? Who doesn't know him? He's the Prefect of my house. Not to boast, but we sit together in the study room. Although he never spoke to me, I know he respects me as a fellow Slytherin and because I’m smart.”

Haechan lifted one eyebrow and quickly glanced at you from top to bottom as if he was hearing a bunch of bullshit.

“What about him and Selene?”

“Selene and Doyoung hate each other's guts."

Haechan let out an exhausted sigh and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Why would they hate each other?" he mumbled more to himself than to you while grabbing his backpack off the floor. “Fucking idiots making my job harder," he continued.

"Well, now if you say Doyoung is interested in her, I guess he doesn't actually hate her."

Haechan started to walk towards where the campus map said the dormitories would be.

"Or, what if he hates her and manipulates you into thinking he likes her but he just wants to gather info on her through you which he can later use to hurt her,” you hit your palm with one fist.

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows at your sudden energetic tone.

"What's up with the conspiracy theories?"

"Doyoung is a respectable Slytherin. He would do that."

“That’s pretty fucked up. Is that what you would do?”

You crossed your arms on your chest while still walking. “Maybe. Anyway, it’s weird how you said he asked you to help their relationship, yet you have no clue about anything at all. Aren’t you friends? No wonder you’re in Gryffindor.”

Haechan stopped in his tracks with a chuckle but when he turned around you noticed he didn’t laugh because he found you funny. You stared at the tip of his tongue inside his cheek before he opened his lips to talk.

“And what do you mean by that?”

“So you also need me to explain a basic joke?”

His eyelids dropped and his voice got too melodious for your liking. “I just want to hear you say it.”

You inhaled and tried to talk:You’re dumb. But no sound came out of your mouth. You furrowed your eyebrows. You tried again.

“What?” Haechan cupped his ear with one hand. “I’m not sure I can hear you.”

The voice that was supposed to come out of your throat was nowhere and the angry frown you made with your face amused Haechan way too much.

He swept an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye and taking the few steps separating you he whispered. “If you’re so smart yourself, try to free your dirty little mouth on your own now.”

_____

Gryffindor rooms were about as Haechan imagined them: a bit stinky, lowkey messy, full of hidden alcohol, filled with screaming and passionate people who looked like having an astrological chart only made of fire signs. Basically a frat house.

“I had no idea we would have new students,” Jeno Lee said. He was a tall and elegant young man, standing in the middle of the common room with hands behind his back and inquisitorial dark eyes. A small tag on his chest said: Prefect.

Haechan had to pretend to be a little intimidated.

“I guess you’re not on top of all the news a good Prefect is supposed to be,” it slipped. He didn’t want to pick unnecessary fights but he felt exhausted in the human world. Haechan had no idea how everyone was surviving there for more than 10 minutes at a time.

Jeno’s face didn’t budge at all but he took a few steps until being as close as almost kissing.

Haechan suppressed the urge to smile. Homoerotic situations weren’t in his plan but he wasn’t about to complain.

“It’s not a good idea to make me your enemy,” Jeno whispered. His jaw was sharp as angels’ swords and Haechan counted how many moles he had on his face before replying.

“I’m not trying to. I apologize,” Haechan faked humbleness. With a little smile, he brought up a hand to give the Prefect a friendly pat on the cheek.

But the moment he touched the other’s skin, mere milliseconds before Jeno could grab his wrist in an iron fist, they both widened their eyes.

An Angel touch. It was made to recognize others of your own kind.

“I be damned,” Haechan mumbled.

“You’re damned alright, Demon,” Jeno replied. Then he took a few steps back as if unable to be closer to Haechan anymore. “What are you doing here? How did you get here?”

“What are you doing here?” Haechan looked at Jeno from head to toe. “Demon number 2?” he added with a little smile.

Haechan heard about another Angel escaping the City a long time after his own departure, but he had no idea what that Angel looked like.

Well, now he knew. And unfortunately the other knew how Haechan looked as well.

An incoming sound of footsteps and chatter made them both turn their heads to the corridor.

Jeno tsked and grabbed Haechan by the arm, dragging him to his room.

“Do you know I can report you? Why are you roaming around so freely? You should be hiding,” he whispered after closing the door.

Haechan adjusted his clothes and peacefully looked around.

“I am hiding. Had no idea your ass would be around to see me. From all the Universes you could choose from.”

Jeno stared with crossed arms at the way the other grabbed a nick-nack from one shelf and played with it in his hands.

“You know Mark is on the hunt right now, right? To catch you after you escaped that prison?” Jeno asked again.

Haechan sat down on the bed, jumping on it a little as if to test it. “Yeah, I know he can’t live without me.”

“This is not something to joke about. If they see me around with you they’d think we’re cooperating.”

Haechan chuckled but when he lifted his gaze he didn’t look amused in the slightest. “Cooperating to do what exactly? Ruin the world by not wanting to force people together like some sort of Cupid?”

Jeno didn’t reply.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure you’re on the run as well. You think cutie righteous Archangel Mark will forgive you for your sins if you turn me in?”

The glint in Haechan’s dark eyes made Jeno’s arm hair raise. They looked empty like abysses and Jeno had the impression he'd get teleported to hell just by staring too long. And when Haechan got up and slowly walked towards Jeno like a feline, the light around him suddenly disappearing in a way that didn’t feel mere magic, the latter finally understood why he received the title of the first Demon in existence.

“I think,” Haechan said with a sweet lullaby voice, his fingers gently grabbing Jeno’s tie and feeling the material, “you’d better shut your fucking mouth about my whereabouts.”

Jeno exposed his teeth in a pained smile at the sudden drop in temperature in his room. “I am not afraid of you-” he started but didn’t finish as Haechan pulled on the tie. Jeno had to grab the other man's wrist while choking.

“Oh, Jeno. Sweet Jeno. You’re so pure. The most righteous Angel I’ve ever seen after that fool of Mark."

Jeno patted Haechan's hand to let him go. He ignored him.

"I don’t even know why they called you Demon in the first place. I remember in the City you were about to become General, weren’t you? I’ve heard your name before but had never seen your pretty face.”

Jeno’s hands finally twisted Haechan’s arm and freed his own throat. Breathing quickly and red in the face, he tried to keep the other immobilized but Haechan’s body suddenly disappeared and materialized on the bed instead, slowly shining his nails on his pants. Jeno wasn’t sure if the other used that Universe’s magic or his own Demon skills.

“You don’t know me,” Jeno replied with a rough voice.

“I know that you’ve been shamed for falling in love with a human and I’ve been kicked for what? Uh, sorry, let me think about it, I forgot,” Haechan faked thinking about it. “Oh, right. Murder,” he finished with a polite and creepy smile.

Jeno remembered the day it happened. It was one of the worst days of his existence. Panic and shock washed all over everyone in the City.

Did Haechan know how Mark’s face paled and his hands started to shake at the thought of what would happen afterwards? How Jeno had to wrap Mark’s body with his arms while he was wailing about how Haechan would soon die because of his actions? His best friend gone? How he was forced to hunt him down himself?

“You know, it’s such a shame two Demons have to fight, don’t you think?” Haechan asked with a fake worried expression. “I have a better idea. We should work together.”

Jeno passed one hand through his bright white hair and stirred his neck. Then his gaze invited Haechan to continue.

“You won’t tell Mark where I am and I will kindly do my best not to kill you.”

_____

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve been introduced before but I’ve heard many things.”

Doyoung stopped munching on his crunchy bar and looked up to see a smiley Haechan with his hand extended. The older one looked at his fingers first then back at his face.

It was a nice sunny day and everyone was having lunch on the luscious grass. Haechan didn’t have to look for Doyoung long, he realized, as a bunch of people, girls and boys, were always somehow around him as if he were some kind of Fallen Angel himself.

“Good or bad?” Doyoung asked with one raised eyebrow, ignoring the handshake.

Haechan hummed and shook his own hand. “Just things.”

“You always need to be such an asshole, right?” a voice commented and Haechan turned his head to see Selene with the most disgusted face ever.

Doyoung rolled his eyes with a smile. “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“Ignore him, please. I’m Selene, the Ravenclaw Prefect. Nice to meet you and welcome to our University.”

Doyoung scoffed. “He came here with the attitude in the first place, you know?”

Haechan smiled politely and shook her hand. “Thank you. I’m Haechan.”

“Jeno is a great Prefect so you won’t need my help but please feel free to look for me if you need anything,” she told Haechan first. “And if someone comes at you with an attitude then I respect them,” she told Doyoung.

“Alright, we got it. Thank you for the ‘how to be a role model prefect’ lecture,” Doyoung got up and dusted his pants.

“You know what, Kim? Must be difficult for your small mind to grasp, but not everything is about you,” she replied.

Haechan made himself tiny and took a few small steps behind. Those people were crazy.

Doyoung chuckled once and crossed his arms on his chest. “You make every single second of your life about me, though. Must be hard to wake up every morning and the first person you can think of is me.”

“I don’t know,” a sudden whisper made Haechan jolt. You were sitting on the benches near the Campus entrance and looking at the bickering couple while absentmindedly munching on a carrot. “They look like they want to kill each other but also kiss each other. It’s very confusing.”

Haechan stared at the way you took another crunchy bite. “Are you talking in my mind right now?” he sent you the mental whisper back.

Your hand stopped in mid-air.

“How can you do it back? It took me a whole day to master."

Haechan smiled.

“Hey!”

He frowned at the sound inside his brain. “I shut your mouth because I don’t want to hear your voice anymore. Not for you to develop new magic skills.”

“Well, that’s too bad bec-” but you exhaled instead of continuing.

Haechan blocked your telepathic connection with him.

That motherfucker.

“That’s right. Forgot to tell you that I can do that too,” his voice though was still crystal clear inside your head.

You got up in a second and walked the distance separating you from him.

Haechan patiently waited for you with a peaceful smile, arms clasped behind his back like an old man looking at a construction site.

You grabbed his hand and Haechan widened his eyes at the sudden touch before realizing you were magically writing on his palm.

“Are you going to explain why you told me Doyoung is your friend, yet you tried to introduce yourself to him?” he read slowly from his palm then he locked eyes with you.

His theory was right. Doyoung was a mere human in this Universe. A human who didn’t remember that in another time he travelled to the Underworld and asked a Demon to act like a cute Cupid for him and his lover. A lover that now he hated.

Haechan’s lips stretched in a small smile. “Why are you always around me? Do you perhaps need help with that?” he didn't reply and indicated your mouth instead.

You tapped his palm with an angry pout. Focus on the question! it meant.

He sighed. “Ugh, fine. We were pretending to not know each other to attract Selene. Also, I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

He tried to move sideways but you pulled him back by the hand.

“Oh my God, stop or people are going to think you’re into me,” he giggled teasingly. You let his hand suddenly fall and looked around scandalized.

“This magic you keep using on me is some dark stuff,” Haechan read the letters as they appeared on his skin firstly before locking eyes with you. “Shouldn’t you Slytherins be into dark stuff? You learned how to mind talk and write on skin and shit, yet you don’t know how to free yourself?”

His eyes in that shade were like the obsidians you used to practice on during class.

“None of the normal spells work to undo this. I’m very close to reporting you for it,” appeared on his forearm. Haechan pulled his shirt up to his elbow to be able to read it all. You briefly looked at the single vein running up on it, then away.

“And why don’t you do it?” he smiled, unbothered. You lifted one eyebrow.

The golden letters appeared on his other hand. “You free me, I don’t report you.”

Haechan pretended to think about it.

“Also, I think you and Doyoung need some real advice from a girl because by the looks of it you have no idea what you’re doing.”

_____

When Hachan asked you to find a place on Campus where no one could see you, you were imagining he didn’t want people to find out he practices dark magic, not for him to place his hands on your shoulders and lean into a kiss against the cold Castle wall.

“Ouch,” he mumbled, his closing eyes going back to being wide open after you hit him in the pecks to push him away.

Your face was asking him what the fuck he was trying to do.

“This is the procedure to get your voice back,” he had the guts to explain.

You tapped your temple with a grimace and Haechan wasn’t sure if you were calling him crazy or if you were asking him to let you back into his head so you could communicate.

Perhaps both.

“You’re out of your fucking mind!” you yelled into his brain when he finally let you in. Haechan winced and placed one hand to his ear as if he heard that in real life.

“I’m not playing you,” he unfurrowed his eyebrows. “I swear.”

“I don’t believe it.”

Haechan scoffed and turned around as if to leave. “Okay, then, whatever.”

You grabbed his arm.

“Fix this in a way that doesn’t involve us exchanging bodily fluids.”

Haechan groaned. “Do you really have to describe it so disgustingly?” His hand slid into yours for a second as he turned back around. You let it go.

“You did this knowing we’d have to kiss later!”

“It’s just a kiss! It’s not a big deal. Have you not kissed random strangers at parties before? I swear my breath doesn’t stink.”

You stepped back and crossed your arms on your chest.

Haechan analyzed your expression. “Okay, I gather you don’t kiss strangers. I’m going to be the first you kiss. It’s still not a big deal. It’s not like you haven’t kissed before.”

The way you gulped and looked away, eyebrows furrowed and lower lip moulded in a secret pout made Haechan exhale in realization.

Then he laughed out loud.

“Now now, you know you can’t share such dangerous information with an evil person like me, can you?” he smiled teasingly, eyelids dropped in a cunning expression. “Now I feel like it’s a moral obligation to tease you about it. Our little Slytherin never kissed someone before?”

“Say it louder for everyone to hear,” you scolded him.

“Sorry. I had no idea I’d be stealing your first kiss.”

You felt dizzy. If only he stepped back a bit you’d be able to breathe better.

“You’re not going to steal it because you’re not going to kiss me. Find another way to fix this.”

Your gaze was incendiary.

“Okay, okay,” Haechan put his hands on his hips to think. “Uhm,” he rubbed his chin. You didn’t know what to look at – the short stubble or his lower lip as he absentmindedly sucked on for a second.

“If you’re so smart, how come you can’t find another way?” you said just to fill in the silence.

“Listen, everyone accepted a kiss after this spell. You’re the first one to not want to kiss me.”

“I’m going to ask for help from our Principal, then,” you uncrossed your arms and took a few steps to the side.

“I am-” Haechan extended one arm in front of you, pressing it into the stone wall behind you, “-going to be expelled if you do that.”

You gulped, staring at that exposed forearm of his. His silver wristwatch was shining under the sun. Then you slowly faced him, pressing your back into the building behind you. “Serves you well.”

As much as Haechan hated being an Angel, or in his case, a fallen one, he couldn’t lie and say that role didn’t have its perks. Meaning flying, being handsome and having a great ass. Oh, and also hearing heartbeats at a very long distance while also differentiating them

“Are you nervous?” he asked genuinely, gaze dropping to your chest as if he could actually see your heart through your flesh.

You inhaled scandalized and covered your breasts with your arms.

Haechan took a step back. “I was not-”

“I am mad!”

“Your heart beats differently when you’re mad. This type of beat is-”

“And how do you know?”

Haechan let you run away before he could find an excuse for that skill.

_____

You were shaking so much that your teeth were almost clattering as if you were cold.

Walking fast, you ignored everyone trying to talk to you because you weren’t in the mood but also because you also didn’t have an actual fucking voice.

Head down trying to get to your room as fast a possible, you didn’t see the incoming shadow.

“My bad,” the person you bumped into said. “Are you okay?”

Looking up, your eyes focused on the face of that person. Jeno Lee, the Gryffindor Prefect. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the sight of so many Gryffindors and nodded as a reply.

“Are you sure? You look very shaken right now.”

“Mind your own business,” you thought and Jeno visibly widened his eyes.

“Fuck,” you thought again. “Sorry. I didn’t realize the flow was open and you could hear me.”

“Why are you talking to me telepathically?"

You sighed, staring him up and down. He did seem like a man you could trust if there were any.

“I’m under a spell that doesn’t make me use my voice.”

Jeno winced. “That’s illegal on Campus.”

“Not only. It’s not the usual spell we’d use. It’s something different. Darker. I can’t undo it myself.”

“Who did this?” he asked even though by the way his lips tightened he looked as if he knew and just wanted confirmation.

“I did,” Haechan turned the corner, making Jeno look behind his shoulder.

“Aw, come on, don’t look at me as if you want to fight. You know you’d lose,” Haechan added, seeing Jeno’s frown.

“Why did you do it?” the latter simply asked. “For how much I dislike you, I know you don’t need such spells to be able to kiss a girl.”

“You flatter me,” Haechan patted his shoulder. “I do have moves, yes.”

“You also know about this? Can you help me?” you infiltrated Jeno's mind again.

He inhaled and exhaled.

“Come on, Jeno. Tell this pretty girl that the only way to undo this is by kissing because she doesn’t believe me.”

“It's the truth,” the other man murmured.

You rested your head in your palm.

“Listen,” Haechan changed tone. “It’s going to be very brief. Just touching lips quickly. It will feel like kissing my cheek. No big deal at all. Don’t even consider it a kiss.”

You felt your whole face and body on fire at the situation.

“I am genuinely sorry for this.” You exchanged a quick look with Haechan and you hated to admit he did look quite honest.

“Okay, but this is not going to be a real kiss," you told him.

Haechan nodded. “Right.”

“And no one is going to know about it.”

Haechan confirmed again.

“Uhm,” Jeno scratched his eyebrow, unable to tell what you were saying to each other in your minds. “Are you guys about to-”

You inhaled and took a step towards Haechan.

“Okay, I am going to go-” Jeno walked backwards until meeting the corner.

Haechan didn’t even acknowledge him. “Ready?”

You gulped once and nodded, closing your eyes. “Fuck it.”

The peck was indeed quick. You just felt his lips on yours. They were soft and delicate as a feather. Then you didn’t feel them anymore.

You breathed in and out a few times before opening your eyes and seeing his face. He lifted both of his eyebrows in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I-” you thought, “I don’t think it worked.”

Haechan hummed. “Maybe it has to be a little longer.”

“Lets– try again,” you encouraged him with a gulp.

The young man swallowed once as well, and gently touched your jaw with his fingertips. You closed your eyes when you felt it slide towards your ear. He got closer so slowly that your whole body got goosebumps. The kiss felt more real this time. He was pressing more firmly and you opened your mouth just enough to feel his bottom lip between yours. Your heart was beating in a way you'd never experienced before. It wasn't unpleasant like anxiety or fear. It was quite the opposite. Like running down a hill and tasting freedom.

It ended too quickly.

“What about now?” his whisper was tiny.

You cleared your voice. “Yeah, I’m good now,” you tried to talk.

Haechan exhaled, relieved, and retrieved his hand from your cheek. “Good.”

“Good,” you nodded, unable to look at him in the face.

“Now you can forget about it and have your real actual kiss later, okay?” he patted your shoulder.

“Yeah.”

Looking at his back turning the corner after bidding you goodbye, you already knew you wouldn’t be able to forget that any time soon.

_____

From outside they looked like two old friends having a pleasant chat, talking about the weather.

“Basically, I killed that Angel, right?” Haechan asked.

Jeno had a sip of his beer and nodded. “And you ran away.”

It was almost evening and the sun was setting. You told Haechan to meet you near the small kiosk on campus to give him advice about Doyoung and Selene. He didn’t deserve any help after what he did to you but you promised it and you weren’t someone who broke promises. Also, you had to admit you treated him like shit for no apparent reason.

“And Mark had to catch me,” Haechan commented.

“And he did.”

The other lifted one finger. “Well, actually, we had a very long intense fight and I was about to-”

Jeno had one chip. “I saw his memories. You were crying in his arms asking for forgiveness,” he interrupted.

“You did what- I will kill him for sharing that.”

“He still put your ass in prison.”

Haechan sighed. “That man has no heart,” he leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and enjoying the last remnants of sun rays.

“I know this part of the story. Just tell me how you escaped prison and what you are doing here wandering Universes.”

The other waited a moment before starting his tale.

“I was minding my business like every respectable Demon imprisoned in Hell by an Archangel would. Then this- this thing appeared in front of me.”

Jeno scratched his temple. “What kind of thing?”

“This figure. It was someone not alive and not dead either.”

“In Hell? In front of you? Not dead?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Who was it?”

“Kim Doyoung.”

Jeno coughed his beer. “Kim Doyoung?”

Haechan rolled his eyes. “I hate repeating myself.”

“Kim Doyoung the Slytherin Prefect came to you in Hell?”

“Lee Jeno, are you perhaps dumb? Yes. He wasn’t the Slytherin Prefect though. His soul was out of his body when I saw him but he wasn’t dead. He was asleep. Cursed. By the Fates, because he messed with Selene,” Haechan explained with his hands.

“Selene the Ravenclaw Prefect?” Jeno widened his eyes.

Haechan groaned and leaned back into the chair. “You’re the worst person to tell a story to. Yes. But she wasn’t the Ravenclaw Prefect, was she? She was Selene, the Goddess of the Moon.”

“Right. Of course. Who’s stupid to mess with her and expect to live.”

“You guessed it. Kim Doyoung.”

“How bizarre. Not dead yet not alive either.”

The voice startled Doyoung in the silence of the prison. It was warm and pleasant. Almost childish.

“Who talked?”

Doyoung walked the dark corridor slowly, eyebrows furrowed and eyes scanning every cell.

“I did.”

The voice sounded clearer with each step he took until he was sure it came from the farthest away room. It was darker and bigger than the others.

“Don’t be afraid. Come closer.” The voice was amused.

Doyoung stopped in front of it and blinked hard to see.

The creature inside of it giggled once and suddenly leaned forwards into the feeble light of Doyoung’s torch.

The latter flinched and took a step backwards.

Two round eyes looked at Doyoung from underneath fluffy hair. His lips were plush just like his cheeks. Yet Doyoung could tell he was not a child. The eyebrow scratch and sharp jawline that flinched as he smirked communicated infinite amounts of years. The prisoner was on the floor, comfortably resting on his side. The cell had no iron bars, but Doyoung could tell there was something he couldn’t see keeping him inside that cubicle.

“Donghyuck the demon?”

The demon rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“I’ve been terrorizing whole villages in their dreams, asking them to call me Haechan and no one is passing the message around? Donghyuck is such an old fashioned name now. I’ve always hated it.”

Doyoung blinked at him, unable to crack a single word.

The demon snickered. “What did you expect to see, human? A wobbly indistinguishable mass with four voices talking all at once?”

“Yes,” Doyoung replied honestly.

“Those are the angels. Have you seen an actual angel? They have like seven arms and twelve eyes. Like, you’re an angel, right? With all those great powers. And what do you do? You appear to people with disgusting eyes around the belly button?”

Haechan leaned to the side and imitated puking sounds.

“I had an unpleasant encounter with an Archangel,” Doyoung recounted.

Haechan smiled at the other’s words and got up from the floor. Doyoung expected chains around his limbs but nothing was holding the demon back.

He walked slowly towards the edge of the cell and Doyoung noticed his bare feet and ankles. They looked like the ones of a prince not having worked one single day in his life.

“Archangels are smarter. They don’t look as good as me but they at least don’t scare away young girls. Who did you discuss with to leave you so desperate to come here?”

Haechan was mere centimetres away from Doyoung but the latter didn’t step back.

“Mark.”

The other hummed. “Archangel Mark. He’s still on that bullshit? Fate and all?”

“You’re a demon. You know everything. I don’t have to tell you”

Haechan laughed. “Yeah, I do. I know all the gossip.” He walked along the edge of the cell with hands behind his back before turning his face towards Doyoung again. “So he’s the reason why you chose me? Siding with the evil faction after the good one didn’t help you?”

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

“You think we’re going to be friends?"

"Business partners.”

Haechan licked his lower lip amused.

“What do you want?"

"Love.”

Haechan snorted. “Okay, loser. And what are you offering me?” He lifted one eyebrow.

“Freedom."

“So now you have to travel all Universes possible and make them fall in love with each other forever?” Jeno asked.

Haechan nodded, having a sip of his beer.

“In exchange for liberating you. How ironic. You ran away because you didn’t want to play Cupid yet here you are. Maybe Fate exists after all.”

Haechan snorted. “Please. The crucial difference here is that they both chose that. Normal humans don’t choose soulmates, do they?”

Jeno didn’t reply to those questions. “Universes are infinite. How long do you have to do it?” he asked instead.

The other hummed. “That’s why I need another plan for myself. I need to free myself of Mark and now I need to free myself of Doyoung too.”

“Who’s Mark?” your voice made both young men jolt. “Are you Mark?” you asked Jeno. You just arrived and placed your things on the table.

The latter looked like someone slapped him.

“I’m Jeno Lee? The Gryffindor Prefect? We talked before.”

You took out your notepad from the bag and sat down at the small wooden table. “Oh sorry, you obviously expected me to remember.”

“What’s she doing here?” Jeno asked the other man.

“She said she can help us with Doyoung and Selene.”

“That’s right. I can’t let two men, Gryffindor men, deal with a love issue,” you grabbed a pen and looked at them both commanding their attention.

_____

When you got to your room after meeting Haechan something felt different about it. As if someone came in and took away something that you were used to subconsciously seeing every day.

And then you realized.

The walls were brushed a light pink colour instead of the usual boring light grey.

You furrowed your eyebrows and got closer, touching the cold wall with one finger.

You were aware Slytherin rooms were designed to change appearance based on the owner’s feelings but you were always confused as to why you were the House with such rooms. Slytherins were famous for being the best at not dealing with feelings ever and you prided yourself for being a classic Slytherin.

During your first year of University, your room barely changed at all, although you heard stories of rooms getting destroyed or flooded. The changes in your room were usually subtle - fresh flowers in the vase on days you felt hopeful, little small fireworks around your bed when you finished your assignments, drops in temperatures when you felt angry. But you’ve never seen your walls change colour before.

You tried to think of what kind of feeling that was reflecting but you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Could pink walls mean excitement for the new year? Nah, you weren’t excited to start memorizing tomes upon tomes of magical spells.

Could it just be that suddenly your favourite colour became pink and the room knew it before you could realize yourself? Or maybe was it a reflection of something new in your life?

Could it be-

You hadn’t even finished thinking about it, that the walls turned a deep fuchsia, so obnoxious that you had to take a step back with a gasp.

You looked quickly around the room as if not knowing what to do and your eyes found your phone.

“Doyoung? I need your help,” you spoke into it after a lazy voice answered.

_____

“Listen, I know I’m the Slytherin Prefect and all that but I legit don’t know anything about our rooms.”

The young man was standing in the middle of your room, one hand to support his chin and disgusted eyes taking in your walls. “It’s just a reflection of your emotions. It will go away, don’t worry.”

You sighed. “It was light pink when I first entered and then while I was trying to think of the reason why they changed colour in the first place, they turned to this.”

“What did you think about then?”

Doyoung’s question made your mouth dry. “Excuse me?”

“If they turned bright magenta from light pink while you were here, it means a thought generated an emotion which generated the change. What was it?” The man calmly asked as if giving you a therapy session.

“Uhm,” you gulped. It was probably a mistake to ask him to come. “I don’t know. Isn’t there a colour book that tells you which colour is what?”

Doyoung thought about it. “I think they wanted to do one but each person had different colours describing different emotions so they gave up. The consensus was on red only.”

“What does red mean?”

“Being horny.”

Your eyes widened and your room turned bright purple.

Doyoung looked around and chuckled. “Okay, I guess purple for you is being embarrassed.”

“I am not embarrassed!”

As you denied it, the floors started to heat up as well and you yelped, jumping on the bed while Doyoung laughed.

“This is normal, don’t worry about it. Maybe you have a crush? My colour for crush is not pink but it could be for you.”

The room started to shake ever so slightly. “I do not have a crush!”

Doyoung sighed amusedly. “Just enjoy it. The room can’t hurt you, not really.”

“Are you going? Don’t go. I need help!”

The young man turned around before opening the door. “I’m busy. Is this your first crush?”

“I do not have a crush! I don’t even know him and I barely know his name. We just talked once for 10 minutes and exchanged a peck!”

His languid eyes smiled.

You put one hand to your mouth realizing what you’ve just admitted.

_____

“So you’re saying forcing them to sit together in the study room will make them grow closer? Don’t you think they’ll fight even more that way?” Jeno was scratching his head, looking at your scribbles.

You huffed. Walking down the hill to reach the kiosk you really expected to have an impromptu little date with the stranger you had a little crush on just to see the Gryffindor Prefect third-wheeling. Not that Haechan was even looking at you in the first place. He looked so cool and unbothered by that kiss while you had to live with bright pink walls for days now, that it infuriated you.

“Trust me! Forced closeness! That’s literally the best book trope ever.”

“What’s a book trope?” Jeno asked.

You ignored him. “Listen, at first they might fight a bit but they love that shit. It’s like crack to them,” you tried to convince Haechan.

The young man shrugged. “Literally what can go wrong?”

Jeno lifted his eyebrows. “So many things.”

“Take Doyoung’s seat. He usually sits in front of me. This University’s rules are stupid as fuck and, basically, you need to keep your own seat all semester. The new semester is starting now. The seat Doyoung will be forced to have is going to be the one he’ll have to keep for months.”

“In front of Selene,” Jeno nodded.

“Wow, so you’re not a himbo athlete after all,” you commented.

Jeno’s gaze was incendiary. “Minus 100 points to Slytherin.”

You smiled. “You wish we were at Hogwarts, don’t you?”

“That’s right. I’d strip your House off all of your points.”

“Guys!” Haechan clapped his hands. “Concentrate. Why is Selene’s seat going to be empty for Doyoung to take? Somebody else might sit there.”

You patted one of Haechan’s cheeks. “You have to make sure everyone will know you’d be sitting there so no one can occupy it.” The young man made a confused face. You retrieved your hand and casually placed it in your lap, making sure they couldn’t see how tight your fist got after feeling his skin. The butterflies in your stomach made you feel nauseous.

Jeno got up and stretched himself. “Sounds like a plan.”

You hit the table with the palms and got up as well. You had to get away from Haechan.

“Hey, hey, guys. What? How am I supposed to make everyone believe I’m going to sit there?”

“Figure that out,” Jeno finished his beer. You gathered your things and you both headed towards the main University building.

“Hey! Where are you going? Hello?”

_____

There were less than a few days before the start of the new semester and the campus was slowly filling with students, old faces and new ones. It wasn’t something you’d usually notice, people that is, but Haechan’s face was both new and old and you couldn’t figure it out. That’s why you approached him in the first place. Your toxic trait was that you had the lowest self-esteem in the world but also a God complex so when you saw that dude walking the University stairs and almost missing the last step, you thought he’d fall in love with you just by exchanging one look.

Needless to say, it didn’t happen. Not even after kissing. He ignored you and acted as if nothing happened.

“Lee Haechan,” you mumbled to yourself during lunch as if tasting how it would sound on your tongue. You’d usually sit with the others, but that morning for some reason you felt like hanging out alone.

“So you finally learned my name properly.”

Your head snapped upwards to see the dude sit down in front of you with his food. He clicked his tongue delightedly and grabbed the spoon to dig into the soup when he noticed you looking at him.

“What?”

“Why are you here?”

Haechan blinked at you a few times then looked around as if wondering if he were in the wrong place.

“It’s lunchtime.”

“No, I mean, sitting here with me.”

“Are we supposed to sit with our Houses?” he lifted one eyebrow, almost disgusted. He let his spoon fall. “God I hate rules so much. Those men either don’t wash at all or perfume themselves so much you can’t physically stand near them.” With those men, he meant Gryffindors.

“No, I mean- nothing. You can sit here,” you assured him.

He simply smiled as a thank you.

The lunch went on silently and you hoped he didn't notice the way you'd steal glances. For some reason you expected things to get awkward with him, yet you were probably the only one feeling that way.

"Is it possible to have met before?" you suddenly asked. “I’ve been thinking about it since we first met.”

Haechan lifted his gaze while lazily eating his food.

"That's why you've been staring so intently?" he chuckled.

You felt a hot wave wash over your whole body.

"I was looking because you look familiar," you explained quickly and sipped on your water.

It wasn't a lie. Although that wasn't the reason you have been staring that day.

"That's impossible. I don't have a face you'd forget."

You rolled your eyes at his confidence but you couldn't hide the small smile on your lips.

"Okay, then. I won't forget your face in the future."

Haechan suddenly straightened his back and stared at you with a serious expression.

You glanced him up and down. His eyes were round and big and his lips slightly open as if he remembered something all of a sudden.

"You okay?"

"Are you sure you won't forget me?"

You blinked at him. “What?”

The dining hall got quieter as if you got inside the eye of a storm. Silence, and only Haechan and you inside of it.

"I don't think I will, no."

Then the storm came back and you looked around, sitting better in your seat and wondering if others saw that weird exchange.

"That's great," Haechan smiled to himself and bit into his food again.

_____

Apparently, making friends with Selene was easy as long as you took classes with her and didn’t start a fight. And if you were in the same debating team as her destroying the Slytherins? It was guaranteed she’d want you to become her best friend.

“Haechan, I’m glad our Houses were teamed up for today's lecture. I feel a bit sad that we were against Hufflepuffs too but seeing Kim Doyoung’s face when you told him he was wrong was definitely worth it.”

Selene was walking the corridor, rambling by herself as Haechan followed.

“I’m always happy to destroy a Slytherin,” the young man politely added.

“I know right? It’s so fun! Especially if that Slytherin is Kim Doyoung.”

“You talk an awful lot about him although you say you hate him-”

Selene stopped in her tracks and Haechan gulped. “And what do you mean by that? You don’t want to be on my bad side Lee Haechan. Be careful.”

Her gaze was piercing but Haechan didn’t budge.

“Or what?” he asked slowly.

Selen’s expression brightened up in a second and she hit his shoulder. “God, finally! I like people who can fight me!”

Okay, so new rules. She might be your friend especially if you fight her. She was surely crazy, Haechan thought as Selene started to walk again.

“I’ve heard there’s this place called the study room, right?” he sprinted to catch up.

Selene nodded.

“Who do you sit with usually?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I never plan it with anyone.”

“So what about we sit together then? You know, I’m new and I’d feel awkward to sit in front of some stranger my first semester here.”

The young woman shrugged. “Sounds good. I’ll use your brains all semester to defeat Doyoung.”

_____

“Why are you here?” Haechan heard Selene’s voice echoing in the study room, even if it was soft. She threw her bag on the desk in front of Doyoung, making a few of his papers fly on the floor.

Doyoung sighed seeing his stuff gently falling around and raised his eyes with the most venomous smile he could pull off.

“The Gryffindor gentleman over there-” he indicated towards his previous semester desk, “took my seat so I had to find another one.”

Selene followed his pointed finger and spotted Haechan sitting there in the midst of popping a chewing gum bubble.

He winked.

Selene rolled her eyes.

Haechan made an obscene gesture revolving a tongue in the cheek and hand motions.

She returned the favour with her middle finger.

“And you had to sit here of all places. You let a Gryffindor snatch your place,” she turned to Doyoung.

“Well, I guess the plan was a success,” you made Haechan turn his head from the two Prefects shenanigans to you.

For some reason, Haechan’s brain didn’t register that after those two were going to sit together, you two would sit together as well.

You were busily taking your stuff out. Haechan stared at your face, then at your body.

“Did you put on makeup today?”

You jolted. “What? No.”

He smiled. “Yes, you did. You think I’m stupid?”

“Shut the fuck up, Lee,” a familiar deep voice behind you made Haechan roll his eyes. “I can only hear your annoying voice in the whole room.”

“You’re awfully brave today, Jeno.”

“And what? Are you going to kill me?”

Haechan smirked. “Definitely.”

You huffed. “Guys, back to your studies.”

You couldn’t believe you were sitting in front of Haechan looking the most pretty you’ve ever felt in your life and he was having bro talks with his dudes.

Again.

Now that he noticed you put any effort into your appearance that day you felt even more stupid for your sudden crush.

It came crashing on you and you despised it. And the most stupid part of it all was that you couldn’t care less about Doyoung and Selene - you made that plan just so you could sit in front of Haechan for the whole semester in the first place.

You groaned.

“Are you okay?” Haechan looked up from his old book at the sound.

You didn’t look back at him. “Yes.”

“The colour of your lipstick suits you a lot,” he added, whispering.

Haechan was staring at your lips before he slowly locked eyes with you. Then with a little smile, he went back to reading his boring book as if nothing happened while you were left to stare into nothingness and couldn’t concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.

_____

“So do you want to choke him with his tie or do you want him to choke you with his tie?”

Haechan liked how things were going. He was living his free life in a fun Universe and doing his good Demon duties. The only variant he hasn't planned was you. But he lived so long it was easy for him to detach from any feelings.

“I want to choke you,” Selene looked mad but Haechan could see how she enjoyed the new situation. You must be completely blind to not see the way she and Doyoung looked at each other.

“I’m not sure I’m into that stuff but we can try it out.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me.”

“Ah come on. Everyone is having fun. He’s having fun. I am having fun. You’re the only one taking it too seriously.”

You watched Selene playfully hit Haechan’s arm and his laugh illuminated the whole study room.

"You’re always getting hit, Lee,” Doyoung approached them.

Selene rolled her eyes. Haechan lifted one finger with a little smile. “Hit on, by girls,” he specified.

You got up from your desk and walked the few stairs towards the main corridor.

“I be damned. I understand now why Doyoung is the right person to both hate and low-key be attracted to. I might be attracted to him too,” Haechan joked, sprinting to catch up.

You tried to go away unnoticed but he somehow noticed anyway.

Haechan leaned forward to see your face better since you didn’t comment. “Are you okay? Are you in a bad mood today?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay then-”

“Do you often get hit on by girls?” you interrupted him, stopping all of a sudden to face him. Haechan stopped too, eyes wide at your question. He blinked.

“What?”

You hesitated. “You said you were often hit on by girls. And you also said you kissed many people too.”

Haechan thought about it as if he actually forgot he just said it. “Sometimes, yeah. I mean, it hasn’t happened in this Universe- I mean in this University yet.”

“You must be popular,” you started to walk again.

Haechan chuckled to himself smugly, unable to read the room. “Well, you could say that, yes.”

“How did you and Doyoung meet? You don’t seem close at all and you always avoid the question.”

“Okay. He helped me get out of prison so I owe him one. That’s it.”

That wasn’t a lie. It was just not the whole truth.

You stopped in your tracks again to look at him up from head to toe. “You were in prison?”

Haechan smiled as if it was something to be proud of. “I’m a pretty dangerous man. Are you afraid of me now?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please. As if. What did you get into prison for? Fashion crimes?"

Haechan looked down at his style. "This is a good look! I got in prison for being a Demon."

You scoffed. "Of course. You are a Demon."

The young man smiled to himself. He could tell you all of his secrets and you'd think he's joking.

“So are you into demons? That’s why you’re into me?” His eyelids dropped and a feline smile adorned his lip.

You took a small step back at his change in tone and demeanour. You had no idea what colour your room was at that moment and you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

The chuckle that you emitted was meant to clear the air of the sudden energy but it didn’t work. His eyes were so intense and dark that they almost looked black.

“I am into demons actually, and I would be into you too if you were one.”

Haechan smiled at your pathetic way to bicker with him.

“We’re not so different from Doyoung and Selene, are we? Fighting with me is like crack to you too?”

You rolled your eyes and started to walk again. “Don’t make me laugh.”

"I like to make you laugh."

He was more than you could handle.

The corridor crossed another one and you took the left without thinking.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

The little sign at the end of the corridor gave you an excuse for your erratic walk. You had no idea yourself.

“I am going to the library. I don’t know where you’re going.”

“I’m following you.”

“Why are you following me?”

“I like you,” he said casually. It was definitely a friendly remark but it warmed up your guts anyway.

You stopped and he looked at you. “If you’re actually a demon, shouldn’t I stay away from you?”

Haechan’s face relaxed and the juvenile expression he usually had on dropped. Your fingertips tingled and you felt like looking away from his eyes but couldn’t.

“That’s right,” he replied. He took a step forward. “Will you do that?”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

The empty corridor felt huge and the echo of it made you shiver. Haechan turned his head to the side like a little crow and smiled.

“Like doing what? Stealing your soul?”

“Stealing my heart.”

Haechan’s smile died. You watched his lips open as he struggled to say something. “And if I burned all of your memories of me when I’d eventually leave with it?”

You had no idea what he was talking about but he looked so sad all of a sudden that you didn’t question it. “Even if I’ll forget you, my heart won't be with me anymore, will it?”

He cleared his voice, looking down. “You’re right.” The little smile on his lips didn’t exude any joy as he tilted his head as a farewell and turned around, walking the corridor until you could only sense the scent he left behind.

_____

Haechan didn’t sit at your table anymore during lunch and even if you shared a few classes he never looked in your direction.

You couldn’t clearly wrap your head around that sudden change and you spent sleepless nights thinking about that weird conversation in front of the library door. It was meant to be a joke on your part, a stupid banter session.

“Do you think Demons exist?” you mumbled once, eyes closed while lying down on the soft grass behind the main university building. One of your friends chuckled and the other let out a questioning sound.

“All of a sudden?”

You opened your eyes staring at the blue sky. A few fluffy clouds were passing.

“I mean, why wouldn’t they exist?” the chuckling friend commented.

“My grandma used to tell me tales about these creatures that would make the girls fall in love with them as a way to separate a couple,” the second friend added.

“If someone stole my girl I’d also call him a Demon.” They both laughed.

You sat up and rested your face in your palms.

“And if he’s not trying to separate anyone but is trying to put two people together?”

“Then that’s an Angel. A Cupid.”

You thought about it for a moment.

“Did you meet an angel, Y/N?” the second friend elbowed you. You lightly pushed her away with a smile.

_____

The ball was happening all of a sudden. Perhaps you have been too deep into your thoughts the past days or maybe since you didn’t have to participate in the preparations it slipped out of sight.

The hall was nicely decorated and all the Prefects did their best to win over the other. You ignored your fellow Slytherins offering you liquor and walked towards the pizza buffet the Ravenclaws prepared.

“You don’t mind if we spend the night with our boyfriends, do you?” your friends asked before entering the ball hall. You looked at their pitying expressions and sighed. “Of course, I don’t.”

It’s not like you were going to be the only alone person at that stupid ball.

Yet, as you looked around, a slice of pizza in one hand and soda in the other, you have never felt more single in your whole life.

“Great party.”

You jolted internally at the voice and looked to your right. Haechan wasn’t looking at you but at the dancing mass in the middle of the room.

You followed his gaze before quickly taking in the view of his outfit. His vest looked tight on his torso and it drew your eyes to his waist.

“Yeah,” you had a sip of your drink.

Haechan imitated you, taking a sip out of his own cup, and you smelled the alcohol on his breath when he leaned towards you until reaching your ear. “I need your help.”

_____

Haechan and Jeno were walking quickly in front of you, their shoes and your heels clicking on the shiny tiles.

“Sorry, I don’t think I understood it completely,” you sprinted once, trying to catch up to them and their long-ass legs.

“Why do we need to convince the Headmistress to make the Prefects clean the hall tonight?”

“It’s needed for my plan,” Haechan replied.

“He had a vision,” Jeno commented sarcastically. He didn’t sound happy to be forced to clean up after that ball.

“It’s as you said. Forced closeness,” Haechan continued. “This is the night.”

You thought about it and stared at Haechan’s concentrated side profile.

“This whole thing means a lot to you.”

It wasn’t a question so Haechan didn’t reply but the little line between his eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed to you.

The stars were very bright outside the huge windows and as you passed in front of them you noticed there was no moon.

“And what do you need me for?”

“You’ll help me convince the old lady,” Jeno explained.

“He’s a Prefect and you’re the smartest person in Slytherin,” Haechan added, stopping all of a sudden in front of an old wooden door. You stopped right behind him and you couldn’t tell if you felt out of breath from the run or his compliment.

“I’ll wait for you back in the hall,” Haechan said, looking at you. “Also, please can you bring this to your room before coming back? It needs to be somewhere safe for a bit.”

You looked down at his hands and saw the huge book he’d always study off of.

“It’s really important,” he added.

This serious side of him was too new for you to digest. You nodded.

_____

Convincing an old tyrant Professor to make more students clean than the ones she initially instructed wasn’t hard at all.

“So instead of making the Slytherin and Gryffindor Prefects clean, you say to make the Prefects of all Houses take care of that?” The Headmistress looked at you and Jeno from behind her huge glasses.

“Precisely,” you nodded.

She looked at you from head to toe. “Are you allowed to wear-”

“It is all. We’ll be going, ma’am,” Jeno interrupted her remark.

“Where’s Kim Doyoung? Where are the others?”

“He’s busy taking care of the ball, ma’am,” you explained. “I came here to represent the Slytherin house.”

She sighed suddenly bored. “Alright. I’ll come to check on you all later.”

The walk back towards the hall after the Headmistress dismissed you both with a move of the wrist was definitely less urgent.

“Thank you for– before,” you said.

Jeno didn’t look at you. “There’s no need to thank me.”

You sighed. The clouds started to obstruct the stars outside the tall windows.

“Why is Haechan so obsessed with them?” you asked after a moment of silence.

Jeno didn’t look like he wanted to reply.

“And why do you help him? Why do you care?” you continued. For sure, two grown men couldn’t care that much about their friend to hook him up like that with a woman this way. They both seemed on edge as if it was a bigger and more dangerous thing than it looked like. You couldn’t understand it.

“Ask Haechan that.”

“Oh, we– don’t talk much. And when he talks I don’t know if he’s ever serious or not.”

Jeno looked at you with the corner of his eyes. “Why is that?”

You shrugged. Then you shivered. Apparently, having nude shoulders wasn’t only offensive for the Headmistress but also inconvenient for the autumn cold.

“He stopped talking to me all of sudden.”

“Maybe it’s for the better,” he simply considered.

You looked at Jeno’s chiselled jaw. “Why do you say that?”

“Haechan,” he started, “is not a great man. You should avoid him.”

“Because he’s a Demon?” you mumbled, expecting to finally see Jeno laugh or something.

But he stopped in place so suddenly that the air almost changed around him. He faced you.

“What did you say?”

You gulped. “A Demon?”

“Did he say that to you?”

Jeno’s expression was scaring you but you didn’t want to take a step backwards.

“It’s obviously a joke,” you chuckled a bit, unsurely.

Jeno exhaled and passed a hand through his hair. “Yeah.”

He turned around and started to walk but you grabbed his arm. Jeno stopped and looked at your hand on his black tuxedo then on your face.

“It’s a joke, right?” you asked again in a whisper.

“Joke or not, stay away from him. For your own good.”

You let him go.

“Don’t forget to put that book away,” he added.

You watched him walk away then you sighed, feeling the cover of the book. It had a poem on it, something about soulmates and fighting Fate. On the back, it had another.

The pages were old and consumed and you wondered how old it must be. Your fingers moved on their own in opening it and you furrowed your eyebrows to see it was completely empty. Just a book full of white pages. In the middle, there was a single written page.

Magic school, written in Doyoung’s handwriting.

_____

The ball hall was still full of people. You felt your breath shorten as you tried to walk through the crowd, trying to find Haechan.

Jeno’s words were roaming your head in an uncomfortable way. Stay away, stay away, stay away. You kept saying that to yourself already for weeks now, and Haechan indirectly did too, and now Jeno decided to join the club. It was driving you insane. Especially since you couldn’t fully wrap your head around everything that was happening.

You’ll try to stay away, yet, when you felt his fingertips gently touch your lower back, your eyelids fluttered and you couldn’t phantom the idea of actually staying away from those feelings.

Haechan turned you around and sliding his hands up your arms he put them around his neck.

“Is it done?” he asked.

Your eyes darted from his styled hair to his face moles then on his eyes. “Yes.”

“That’s great,” he looked around as if trying to find someone and he relaxed when he located Doyoung and Selene, each with their own dancing partner.

So caught up in your stupid head, you didn’t notice the slow song and the myriad of couples dancing.

“The plan now is-” Haechan started and looked at you again before interrupting himself. He took in your face for a moment in silence.

You blinked, your fingers slowly intertwining on his nape. “Yeah?” you prompted him.

Haechan’s fluid movement lulled you and it didn’t feel awkward to look at each other for more than a few seconds as it usually would.

“You know, when Doyoung asked me this favour, I laughed in his face and called him a loser,” he said instead.

Haechan’s hand moved a bit higher on your spine until meeting the bare skin of your open dress on the back. His thumb circled the spot for a second before stopping.

“And now?”

“Now I can understand a bit.”

Your chest started to expand faster and you looked away. Haechan’s shoulders felt stiffer under your hands but before he could say whatever he wanted to say you interrupted.

“Haechan.”

“Yes?”

“Are you really a Demon?” you whispered. “Is that why I should stay away from you?”

He didn’t reply.

“I think you’re an Angel,” you added. Haechan’s eyes widened.

“Demons are ugly and evil. You’re-,” you gulped, “-very good looking and good-hearted. You’re helping your friend. That’s what angels do.”

Haechan’s eyes sparkled in the dark hall. Then he smiled once and let his head rest on your shoulder as if suddenly exhausted. His breath on your skin brought shivers all across your body and for the first time that night you weren’t feeling cold.

“Thank you,” you heard him whisper.

_____

As the hall was slowly getting more and more empty, you and Haechan were standing near the entrance of it, monitoring the situation. Jeno was probably somewhere inside complaining about the cleaning.

Haechan said he had to see, whatever that meant, even though you said it was probably alright to let Doyoung and Selene deal with it themselves by now.

“Alright, alright, everyone to bed,” the voice of the Headmistress made you both turn your heads towards her. She was walking down the corridor sending many groaning students to their rooms.

“If you want to stay, we should hide,” you quickly said and grabbed Haechan’s hand.

He let himself be dragged down the adjacent corridor while intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s going to take you only half an hour, my children,” the headmistress chuckled brightly. “You’re prefects for a reason. Other children don’t have your advanced magical power and would end up cleaning for a whole day. Responsibilities. Am I right?”

You let the professor’s voice, bothering the Prefects, behind you, and pushed Haechan in the first alcove in the wall you could find. It should have been the home for a statue but it got broken years ago and now only the base remained intact. The dark, your high heels and the rush made you stumble against Haechan’s chest. He didn’t seem to be hurt but you almost fell against each other so you hit your knees on the base of that missing statue. Haechan took a few woobly steps back until sitting on it. There wasn’t anything to do than to sit right on his legs.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, apologizing for the sudden fall and pressing your hands on the sides of the alcove to not squish him.

“Shh-” he pulled you towards you as the headmistress’s heels clicked on the tiles. His arms were snaked around you, trying to make you disappear from the dim corridor lights.

“Do you know some invisibility spell-?” you whispered and Haechan pressed his hand on your mouth.

“Go and kiss in your own rooms, children!” The headmistress's voice startled you both but she wasn’t talking to you. Passing in front of the dark alcove she went on followed by another shameful couple who was still lingering around.

Haechan’s palm remained on your lips until the professor turned the corner. Then he let you go.

You inhaled and exhaled.

“Okay, then. All clear. Let’s move,” you tried to get up but Haechan’s hands on your waist kept you down.

“Just a moment.”

You looked back to see his partially hidden face as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Haechan, come on.”

“I need a moment,” he repeated.

You huffed. “There’s no time. What do you need a moment for? Come on!”

“I said,” he stopped, “that I need a fucking moment.” His fingers dug deeper in your flesh and pulled you on his thighs towards him until your back was snug against his chest.

And that’s how you understood.

“Oh,” you said with a tiny wavering voice.

“Yeah. Oh.”

You looked in front of you trying to compose your suddenly increasing breathing.

“How,” you cleared your throat, “how long will it take?”

Haechan exhaled as if annoyed. “If you don’t stop moving, it won't take long.”

“You’re talking as if it’s my fault!”

Looking behind your shoulder again you locked eyes with his black and blown out pupils and your spine got shivers. You looked quickly in front of you.

“And whose fault is it?”

“Yours. It’s your body,” you crossed your arms on your chest.

“And who had the brilliant idea to sit on my cock all of a sudden?”

He was whispering as to not be heard and his breath was so close that it tickled your nape.

“Don’t! do that,” you put one hand to your neck to brush away the goosebumps. “I had no idea it would get-” you interrupted yourself to gulp.

“Hard. The word you’re looking for is hard.”

“Haechan!” you scolded him as if he said the worst curse word you could imagine.

His chuckle made you forget for a moment how warm his hands were on your hips. “Forgot you Slytherins were so pudic.”

“Who else than a shameless Gryffindor to remind us.”

“I think the most shameless thing here is actually your crazy pulse on my thigh-” he added with a lower voice.

You got up in an instant. “You-!”

Haechan let you go and you looked at him just for a moment, enough to see his glossy eyes and open, amused lips before running away.

“Where’s Haechan?” Jeno looked behind you as he saw you alone.

You furrowed your eyebrows as if looking mad would somehow conceal the actual feelings burning you inside.

“I have no clue.”

The young man sighed. “Anyway, I think they kissed. I didn’t want to actually look, you know? Then they went somewhere. Probably his room. I guess we’re done. I feel it's very weird to investigate further.”

You listened to his quick report, understanding only half of it as your mind was spinning around.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Thank you, Jeno.” That languid voice made you shiver.

Haechan stopped in place right behind you and patted Jeno’s shoulder as the latter rolled his eyes.

“Why that face? Your military training feels wasted on such futile tasks?” the first asked amusedly.

Your ears perked, suddenly forgetting that Haechan literally felt you pulsing on his thigh just moments ago. “Jeno, you have military training?”

The Prefect opened his lips to talk but Haechan interrupted him. “Of course. How do you think this bad boy got his guns?”

Jeno let Haechan comically squeeze his biceps for a moment before grabbing his wrists and bended them. Haechan let out a pained whine while chuckling.

“And you’re going to pursue that?” you asked again.

“No.” Jeno was firm.

“Who knows. Maybe you will join another new faction if yours sucked ass,” Haechan smiled innocently.

The two men exchanged a long look before Jeno let his hands go.

“Whatever. I’m going to sleep now.”

You nodded back at his small greeting and looked at his shoes clicking on the shiny corridor pavement before realizing you were alone with Haechan again.

“I will also-” you tried to walk the opposite way but he was right there, obstructing the way.

“I will accompany you to your room. I need to grab my book.”

“No need. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”

You took a step on the left. He took one too. “I really need that book tonight.”

You exhaled, irritated. “It can wait.”

“I’m not trying to do anything, trust me. I will wait outside if you don’t want me in your room. But it’s vital that I get my book tonight.”

Maybe his tone of voice, or his sincere expression, or maybe the fact it was a very long day and you were exhausted, made you shrug. “Alright.”

The walk towards the Slytherin rooms was silent and you wondered why evil Haechan wasn’t mentioning anything about what happened earlier.

You also wondered if his problem was resolved but you weren’t about to look down at his pants to check.

The Slytherin common room was empty and you thought it was a better idea to bring Haechan in and let him wait in front of your bedroom instead of leaving him creepily standing in the main corridor for someone to see.

“Wait here,” you put your hand on the wooden door of your room, unlocking it.

“That’s how you unlock doors? With magic?”

You looked at him as if he were stupid. Sometimes that man looked as if coming from a different Universe.

“I mean, we Gryffindors have keys,” he was quick to explain.

You rolled your eyes, unable to concentrate. You had to open the door and close it quickly before he could see the state of it.

Because it was messy and you were embarrassed?

No.

Because it was just all bright fucking intense red.

Closing your eyes, you cursed the Slytherin that had the bright idea to create rooms that changed colours and moods based on the owner’s feelings. And you cursed them even more for choosing obnoxious red to describe horny.

As the door opened by one centimetre and a line of red light hit Haechan’s arm you slammed it closed again.

“What’s wrong?” he wondered.

You exhaled hoping he never heard of Slytherin rooms before.

“I think you left the lights on in your room the whole time you were away,” he added.

“They’re automatic,” you said, coming up with a plan on the spot. “Yeah. Our lights just turn on when the owner is home and I like to keep mine on red. It’s pretty relaxing.”

Haechan nodded, probably wondering why you were keeping him in the dark corridor and giving him an impromptu architectural lecture instead of going in and getting his book.

“Okay, now. I’ll get your book.”

You gulped and opened the door to the brightest red room you’ve ever seen. It has been red the past days too but it was dark or pale. It has been mostly grey since Haechan stopped talking to you. Nothing like the colour vomit in front of you at that moment.

Eyes frantic, looking for his damned book he couldn’t wait to get until tomorrow, you didn’t notice Haechan stepping in and looking around as well.

“I said to wait outside!”

Something from the bed lifted and flew with the maximum speed towards Haechan who quickly stopped it from hitting his face by lifting one arm.

“Why are you attacking me-,” he looked down to see what he was holding, “-with bras?”

You put a hand to your mouth.

“It wasn’t me.”

“And who?”

You took a few steps towards him and snatched the bra from his hands, hiding it behind your back.

“The room.”

“The room attacked me with your bra?”

You lifted one palm as if to communicate you had no time to talk about that and looked around for his fucking book.

“I can’t see a damn thing,” you mumbled, searching under the pile of clothes on the floor. You had no idea where you put that earlier.

“Change the lights to neutral,” he tried to see as well.

“I can’t,” you replied with a tiny voice.

“What?” he got closer and crouched on the floor to help you out.

“I said I can’t!” you huffed exasperatedly. The room’s lights flickered at the sound of your voice. “Do you really need your stupid book now? I’ll find it and give it to you tomorrow.”

“Why can’t you change the room colours? Isn’t there a computer somewhere? Is it broken?”

“God, Haechan, you’re the dumbest smart person I know! It’s magic.”

He chuckled. “So you think I’m smart?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Wait, if it’s magic I think I can change the colours. This magic should be easy for me,” he got up and closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” The fact he could hack into your room and discover Slytherin rooms change colour based on the owner's feelings and the feeling at that moment being horny because of him was about to make you have a panic attack.

“I’m just going to-” he started to speak but suddenly stopped.

You waited for a few seconds in silence.

“Haechan?”

His face was a mask of concentration. You stared at his lashes and nose, then at his lips right when they opened to smile.

“God, Y/N, this is even better than feeling your pulse on me.”

The cushion you threw to his face muffled his sudden chuckle.

“Is this what you were trying to hide? That Slytherin rooms change based on feelings?”

You couldn’t speak or move and you wondered what expression you had. “How- how did you understand that? What magic did you just use? I don’t think we’ve studied that before.”

“You’re really interested in academia right now?” his languid smile made your shaking body feel worse.

“You’re right. Let’s find that damn book and get you out of here.” You started to walk around the room, glad to have something to do instead of standing there and letting Haechan clown you.

“That can be easier if the colours changed, not gonna lie.”

“Well, they’re not going to change anytime soon if you don’t go away!” you spurted.

Haechan didn’t say anything and somehow not being able to see him made it worse - you had no idea what reaction he had.

And when he kneeled near you as you were looking through the stuff under the window to help you out, the room’s lights flickered again.

“Now, this is very fun, you have to admit it. I’m not even doing anything, not even touching you,” he casually commented. You saw his amused face with the corner of your eyes and fought the urge to smack him.

“There’s no book here, Haechan-” you turned a box around the moment he tried to do the same. The contact between your hands made a fake plant pot fall to the ground. You jolted but he didn’t move.

Haechan analyzed your face and gently moved his fingertips up on your knuckles.

“Haechan,” you tried to warn him.

“Why? What can happen?” his voice got low.

You gulped. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

You shook your head.

“What happens if you go further? Like, kissing or maybe having sex? Does it get destroyed? Asking for pure academic curiosity, of course.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

He leaned in and you backed away until feeling the hard wood of your nighttime table on your blades.

“You were my first kiss. Don’t act like it’s news.”

“Yeah, but a fair amount of time passed after that. I’ve seen you around with so many boys.”

You gulped.

“I’m not going to kiss you, don’t worry,” he explained. “I just want to know how far all of this can go-”

His words got swallowed by your lips, swiftly pressed on his plump mouth. A little surprised sound escaped Haechan’s throat before it could turn into a low hum, as his hands slid into your hair and pulled you towards him even more.

Your brain started to buzz loudly and the blood in your veins felt so hot that your fingertips started to sting as you lightly touched his chest. Previously crouching, he fully sat on the floor, extending his long legs and it was a matter of seconds before you found yourself on top of his thighs, wrapping his neck with your arms. The kiss felt hot and soft and his scent made you dizzy and unable to open your eyes. It was not until you felt a cold mist on your skin that you broke off the kiss, panting and shaking.

“I be damned,” Haechan whispered and you had no idea if it was a comment about the impromptu making out session or the fact you were floating in the middle of a stormy ocean, the patch of carpet under Haechan’s body the only thing remaining of your room.

You looked around scared, then yelled, as a rumble of thunder made your whole body jolt. “What the actual fuck is going on?!” You pressed your body on Haechan even more.

Haechan looked up at you, arms tightly around your torso. “It’s okay. We’re still in your room. Nothing is going to happen. Right?”

You looked down at his fringe getting slightly wavy because of the wetness. “I hope so.”

Haechan blinked at you. “What do you mean you think so?”

“I don’t know!” you mewled. “I don’t know what can happen in a Slytherin room!”

“You’re a Slytherin!”

“No one gives a ‘Slytherin Rooms 101: Can you die when making out?’ lecture to us!”

“They should!”

“Why are you getting panicked?! It’s making me more panicked now!”

“I’m a Demon! I don’t do well near water!”

“It’s not the time to crack your usual Demon jokes Haechan!”

Haechan inhaled. “Okay, okay. Let’s calm down and think. Breathe with me.”

You fought the urge to smack him in the head and inhaled with him.

He nodded as you exhaled and then you both repeated the process another time.

“So, let’s be rational. Are you horny right now?” he asked.

“Very much, yes,” you replied honestly with dewy eyes.

“Fuck-” Haechan let his head down and rested his head on your shoulder that was starting to get wet. “Okay, then- if we can’t get you to stop feeling like that, what if we try to make you change the scenery?” he tried looking up at you again and his rosy cheeks made you bite your lips.

“You’re- you’re embarrassed right now?”

Haechan tsked. “I’m not. What are you talking about?”

“You are!” you accused him.

“Does it matter?” he barked but then his eyes quickly darted around as instead of dark water, thousands and thousands of rose petals started to gently float.

“Great, don’t stop!” he chuckled. “Thank God. This is much better.”

You looked around as well with a relieved sigh. The room was a cubicle of red satin and silk instead of the chaotic ocean engulfing you. Suddenly exhausted you plopped lower on Haechan’s thighs.

“I need you out of this room if we want all of this to stop.”

Haechan’s hands were absentmindedly palming your legs as he attentively kept an eye on the surroundings. You inhaled shakily trying to not think about how warm that felt.

“I’d go but-,” he locked eyes with you, “-where’s the door?”

You puffed your cheeks irritated. “Let me see if I can think of the door.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine your own door in the middle of the wall it was supposed to be instead of flying rose petals. What a dumb situation and what a stupid room and what stupid feelings were inside your body. You were supposed to stay away from him, weren’t you?

You corrugated your forehead in concentration.

“Uhm, Y/N-.”

“Haechan, shut up. I’m working.”

The young man went quiet for a second but then you heard his voice again.

“Y/N-”

“What do you want?” you opened your eyes but he didn’t have to reply. Your pupils dilated at the sight of his vest slowly getting unbuttoned on its own in front of you.

“What’s going on??”

“I’m not doing it,” Haechan chuckled.

“I’m not doing it either!”

You both looked down at his torso as another button popped off. Then his bow tie jumped to the side, opening his shirt. You groaned, passing one hand through your hair and Haechan threw his head back to laugh.

“I think your room knows you better than you know yourself.”

Puzzled and unable to do anything to salvage the situation, you could only stare at his exposed collarbones and pecs as they slowly peeked under his white shirt.

“You know there’s only one way to end this, right?” he added and you locked eyes, the heaviness of his words just adding to the whole room's euphoria. The red petals burst around you as his crystalline laugh filled the air. The last of his buttons popped open and with trembling hands you slowly touched his chest, sliding your fingers underneath it until feeling his shoulders and pushing the material off of them.

“You forgot the sleeves,” he whispered and when the buttons opened, Haechan bit his lower lip as it probably stung his skin a bit.

You desperately wanted to bite that plump lower lip as well and when he pulled you towards him by the waist, you did just that, loving the way his throat emitted a low and rough sound.

The second time around, or better, third, Haechan didn’t shy away from letting his tongue participate in the kiss and you mewled, feeling it slowly slide inside your mouth. Hands buried in his soft hair and bodies pressing on each other, the room became long forgotten.

Your spine shivered as he caressed your sides, nudging at the hem of your dress, pulling it up to your thighs. And when he reached the hot skin of your body, you moaned into the kiss.

This time, it was actually Haechan with his own hands who gently undressed you, hands light as a feather while dragging your sleeves down your arms. His soft lips slowly travelled down your jaw and neck, peppering hot and wet kisses on it. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, unable to keep quiet. And when you felt those warm hands cup your breasts, squeezing them together you looked down to stare at the mind-blowing scene of his tongue wetting a soft spot on the swell of them before biting down. He looked up as he sucked, one hand dragging down the bra and exposing one of your nipples as well.

“Haechan-” you whimpered as he took one in, his other hand caressing your spine upwards until reaching the clasp and undoing it.

You had no idea what your room looked like, the only thing you could see was that man flicking your hard nipples with the tip of his amused tongue.

“God, you made a mess on my dress pants,” his husky voice buzzed on your skin and you gulped, realizing how wet he got you. “Always so ready to pick a fight, yet look at you now,” he licked his lower lip before giving you another languid kiss. You got lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours again and you barely noticed how one of his hands palmed your inner thigh in the meantime.

“Is it okay if I go there?” he stared you down under heavy eyelids.

You nodded. “Please.”

He inhaled at your forwardness. “You have no idea how pretty you look right now, how pretty you looked the whole night. To think that a few weeks back you refused to kiss me.”

The praise got to your head and you moaned even before you could feel his fingertips on your wet panties.

He swore under his breath, feeling the outline of your pussy before sliding the material to the side. You lifted your body ever so slightly to hover on his thighs at the feeling, wrapping his neck with your arms and trying to find a place to hide your burning face.

“Haechan-”

“Shh, I know,” he murmured, gently coating his fingers with your wetness before circling your clit with one thumb.

You gasped for air and you heard him chuckle when as if bewitched you started to move your hips to meet his fingers.

“Look at me,” he ordered and with great effort, you lifted your head from the crook of his neck. But you couldn’t look him in the eyes as he increased the pace of his hand movement. “Can I try to go in?”

You inhaled sharply. “Yes.”

Haechan smiled and kissed your lips but you couldn’t reciprocate. Instead, you breathed out millimetres away from his mouth as you felt his middle finger slowly sliding inside of you.

Your lower stomach muscles contracted at the invasion and your fingers dug into his shoulder’s skin. “Wait-”

Haechan stopped and gently peppered kisses on your face. “Tell me when.”

You inhaled and exhaled, unable to tell him that it wasn’t painful, you were just afraid.

“Go on, just- please be gentle.”

The young man nodded and you felt his hand move again, slowly pumping in and out of you. You whined at the feeling and when he curled his finger you fell forwards with a moan.

“Yeah, alright,” he commented with an amused tone, “I’ll make sure to remember this spot.”

You thought you were seeing stars and being in your room you probably were actually surrounded by them but when he started to circle your clit with his thumb again you were pretty sure you were seeing fireworks instead.

“Shitshit-”

“Such filthy words coming from that pretty mouth. Almost as filthy as this wet sound,” he rubbed his face on yours, messily kissing your cheek and jaw.

“Haechan, Haechan, wait!” you mewled. “I don’t know what will happen when I-”

“When you cum?” he smiled, forehead resting on yours. “Shall we find out?”

You bit your lower lip.

“Don’t be scared. I’m holding you,” he whispered before kissing your lips, his ring finger sliding in as well, his hand moving faster as your moans increased.

You felt your toes curl and body tense, the sloppy fingering you did on yourself in the past not going nearly as close as the way Haechan was fingerfucking you at that moment.

The room started to shake as you felt the edge approaching and when with one last pump Haechan threw you over the edge, your whole body spasmed in his arms. You called his name, lacing it with filthy swearing and he never let you go even when the rooms felt as if about to swallow you both alive. You remained like that afterwards, your walls pulsating around his finger rhythmically, the only sounds being your short breaths.

Head on his shoulder, you blinked slowly and saw your room reappearing through a dark red fog. You made sense of the furniture’s outline and when you could see the door as well, you finally lifted yourself.

Haechan slowly slid his fingers out of you and you inhaled through the teeth.

“It was amazing,” he murmured. The look you exchanged made your guts twirl on themselves - no wonder your room was still bright red.

“You were amazing,” you replied.

The young man smirked. “Of course I was. You’re welcome. I took care of the room. Now I can finally leave-”

“We’re not done,” you interrupted him and Haechan gasped, his lips opening in a small O at the feeling of your hand on his hard cock.

You had no idea what you were doing but moving your palm up and down on his length seemed like a good idea.

“Ah fuck-,” his eyelids fluttered and you enjoyed looking at him, folding in front of you. The red of the walls got brighter in intensity, making the shadows on Haechan’s pretty facial features even sexier.

His breath grew heavier and heavier before he stopped your hand. You blinked, afraid you did something wrong just to see him open the button of his dress pants. The sound of his zip opening sounded even dirtier than your wet pussy and when he took his cock out, slowly pumping it with his fist, you found yourself choking on your breath.

Haechan’s eyes were on your face as you stared at the way his still wet hand easily slid around it making him inhale through his teeth.

“Do you want to do it?” he asked quietly.

You gulped. “Yes, but-”

Haechan took your hand and slowly wrapped it around himself, placing his own fingers on top of it. You kept your hand loose and you let him guide you, staring at the way his tip poked out of it.

“Don’t be scared, you can go harder on it.”

You followed his instruction and tightened your fingers around the girth. Haechan groaned and threw his head back, letting your hand go to support himself with both arms.

“Like this?” you whispered against his neck, leaning in to bite on the pristine skin of it.

Haechan’s quick breaths were becoming whimpers. “Close the space at the top,” he instructed again and you put your thumb there, not letting the tip show anymore.

The young man moaned, eyebrows furrowed, alternating staring at your hand on him and at your face.

“Fuck, if I had a room like yours it would be all destroyed by know, I swear to God-” he spoke through gritted teeth.

Your own room wasn’t looking better as your hand increased the speed to a rhythm your arm could handle. He looked like the most wicked angel in front of you and you felt like cumming again just by that view.

“Ah don’t stop, please-” he begged with a choked voice, “-please, ‘m cumming-”

You whined as he moaned and when he let his head back again, his fringe exposing his forehead, his whole body went limp and a few seconds after that you felt his hot cum on your hand. It sprouted a few times, firstly on his lower stomach that was frantically moving up and down, then on your own skin, and slowly sliding off his tip.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “shit. My God.”

You looked in awe and blinked, no idea what to do with yourself anymore.

Haechan licked his dry lips and chuckled. “Do you have something I can take care of this with?”

His breathing was still irregular and when he cupped your face you noticed his hands were trembling. “You’re amazing.”

You kissed him gently and smiled. “Let me take care of it. I’m a virgin but I’m still a grown adult. I know what to do.”

Haechan kept looking at your loving face as you came back with a warm wet towel.

_____

“Do you think Doyoung and Selene became a couple?” you murmured.

Haechan’s lazy hand in your hair stopped for a moment. You were both half-naked under the covers even if nothing else happened afterwards. Spent and exhausted, you just cuddled for a while, each other’s presence calming but still too electrifying for you both to fall asleep.

You lifted your head from his chest to look at him in the face as Haechan didn’t reply straight away. Convinced to find him in a sleepy slumber, you were surprised to see his bright open and awake eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Maybe.”

You smiled, lifting one hand to nudge at his cheek. “Why are you down? Wasn’t that your plan all along?”

Haechan locked eyes with you and for a moment you thought he would start crying.

“Yeah. I’m glad the plan worked out.”

Haechan should have been glad. One universe down. Time to move to another. And another. In an infinity of adventures while he was free. Finally free. It has been everything he has ever wanted.

Yet he never felt more miserable.

He pulled you towards him, holding you tight against his chest as if it were the last time he could do it.

You chuckled surprised at the sudden burst of affection.

“Haechan, are you okay?” your voice was muffled by his skin.

“I’m just realizing that I’m very lonely,” he whispered so quietly that he thought you wouldn’t hear him. But you did.

“But-” you forced his arms apart to be able to look up at him. “-you have me.”

Haechan’s glossy eyes curved in a smile. “Yeah. I have you.”

In the morning, Haechan wasn’t in your bed anymore.

_____

Jeno groaned loudly. “For fuck’s sake! I didn’t stay behind to clean just for them to still hate each other after fucking.”

You sighed, arms crossed on your chest, stealing glances at Haechan who was sitting on the low rock wall near the entrance of the Campus.

“There’s still time,” he commented.

You had no idea what actually happened but when you came out that morning you could make sense only of the fact that the plan failed: Doyoung and Selene weren’t talking to each other.

“You look very calm when just yesterday you were freaking out saying it was the only night available to do it,” Jeno jumped on the wall. He had perfect balance.

That’s exactly what you wanted to say too but were afraid. When you saw Haechan, you wanted to talk to him, ask him why he didn’t stay with you last night, ask him to finally tell you everything about himself and that stupid and annoying plan.

“I think it didn’t work because of me,” Haechan let his head back and closed his eyes.

Jeno glanced at you quickly before looking back at the other man. Then he sat down near him.

“Can you explain?” Can you explain it even if Y/N is here, he meant. You weren’t stupid.

“I don’t want to go, Jeno.” Haechan opened his eyes. The look they exchanged was so heavy and deep that you had doubts they were comunicating telepatically.

You still didn’t have a chance to talk to him about, well, everything. All of what happened and what was about to come. And now you were hearing him talking about leaving?

“Where are you going?” you placed yourself in front of him, finally talking.

Haechan didn’t look at you.

“Away,” he only murmured.

“After they get together, you have to leave?”

Haechan nodded.

Jeno got up and patted his ass to clean it off dust. You both didn’t look at him as he walked away, giving you two privacy.

Haechan grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him until you could wrap his head with your arms. You let him nuzzle his face against your chest for a bit before talking.

“And if they don’t get together you don’t have to leave?”

He shook his head.

You had no idea what was happening and it was so frustrating that you were going insane. But being around him you learned something. There were always consequences no matter what.

“What happens if they don’t get together, Haechan?”

The young man slowly lifted his head to look at you.

“I might eventually vanish,” he whispered.

You looked away, feeling a sting in your eyes. Then you chuckled very unamusedly.

“So you disappear, either way, that’s what you’re saying?”

“Y/N-”

You took a few steps back. “No.” The tears on your cheeks felt hot and you wiped them with a brusque movement.

“You tease me. Then you don’t talk to me. Then you look at me as if you love me. Then you kiss me like that-” your voice broke.

Haechan looked devastated in front of you.

“You don’t tell me anything. Anything at all. I don’t know what’s a joke and what’s not. I don’t know when you’re serious and when you’re not. And now you’re leaving? You disappear from my life either way? Jeno was right. I should have stayed away from you. No. It’s on you.”

The young man looked at the tip of your index finger as you indicated him. “It’s all your fault. If you knew all of this from the start, you should have just let me go.”

Haechan didn’t stop you as you walked away even though you desperately wanted him to.

“I tried,” he whispered to no one.

_____

The book felt heavy under Haechan’s arm. He skimmed it again and again for the past few days as if he could see something new in it, a loophole, a life jacket. There was only a new thing in it. Sincerity, written right under the words that lead him in that place, magic school.

“You knew you’d come to this.”

“Funny to hear you lecture me about choices around love, Jeno. After the shit that went down in The City because of you falling in love with that mortal woman.”

Jeno sighed, hands in his pockets and a toothpick rolling on the tip of his tongue.

“You might meet her again. In another universe.”

Haechan didn’t reply.

“She wouldn’t know who you are though, of course. You’d need to meet her again and again in all the universes you’ll travel to. Like two strangers. Except you’d remember everything and she wouldn’t.”

The tall and dark Slytherin door was open when Haechan and Jeno arrived.

“I have no time to think about that. I need to make these two idiots be honest with each other,” Haechan murmured.

He wasn’t sure if he was talking about Doyoung and Selene or himself and you.

_____

“Holy shit, are you that depressed?”

Doyoung raised his eyes from the book he was reading before rolling them so far up that Haechan thought they wouldn’t come back anymore. His Slytherin room was looking like shit.

“What do you want?” Doyoung didn’t ask how Haechan opened the locked door.

The Gryffindor took a step inside the room with hands behind his back and took a lazy stroll to where Doyoung’s dresser was crying.

“Your flowers are all dead. Throw them away.”

“They keep appearing every time,” Doyoung started to read again, the little line between his eyebrows showing how hard he tried to understand whatever the pages were trying to say but failing.

“I’m here because it’s boring to not have you yell at Selene in the study room as always,” Haechan spoke again nonchalantly, fingers rubbing against each other, to get rid of the imaginary dust they collected from Doyoung’s furniture. Given the situation, the room probably made up piles of mud as well.

"Who’s the guy?” Doyoung suddenly asked.

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows. “What guy?"

"The one she’s fucking.”

The other blinked at him, surprised.

“You mean, Kim Doyoung?"

The Slytherin’s eyes widened and Haechan saw how he looked with flushed cheeks for the first time in his life.

"Aw, come on. Of course, I know everything.”

“If you know everything, then tell me who the fuck this guy she’s been fucking beside me is!” Doyoung got up from the bed.

Haechan’s human head was hurting. He missed his whole Demon body and brain. But finally he could make sense of the reason those two weren’t together.

Miscommunication. Such idiots.

“There’s no other guy. What are you talking about?"

"Fuck, I felt it how he touched her and it drives me crazy!”

Haechan opened his mouth to talk but jolted, eyes staring at Doyoung’s arm extended to hit the wall behind his head expecting to see a dent in the hard brick from how much force he put into that.

“Is it you?” Doyoung asked.

“What the fuck?” Haechan had to fight the urge to kill him in that instant. Doyoung brought him only bad things.

“Answer me.”

“Okay, first of all, take a step back.”

Doyoung leaned in even more and Haechan had to pretend to be afraid.

“Okay! Okay, gosh. No. There’s no guy fucking her as far as I know.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know.”

“What kind of friend are you if you don’t know it?"

Haechan crossed his arms on his chest. "Am I seriously getting scolded on friendship values by Kim Doyoung right now? You that made her cry in the common room? You that made her rest her weapons in front of you just to see you treat her like scum? After using her? We don’t have mood rooms but we have things like hearts and mouths which we use to, you know, ask other people how they feel-”

“I don’t have enough patience and you know that.”

Haechan breathed in and out before finally opening his lips again. “She’s in the dorms. Obviously. Where the fuck would she be-”

Doyoung turned around on his heels like a tornado and walked towards the towers.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you!” Haechan told the other man’s back but he wasn’t sure he heard him.

He wasn’t sure if he told all that to Doyoung or himself either.

_____

The night was cold but Haechan couldn’t feel it. Not really. His human feelings were slowly waning as if that Universe was urging him to exit it. He wasn’t welcome there anymore. His task was done.

As soon as it happened, Haechan felt his book warm up under his arm. He looked around Doyoung’s room where flowers were blossoming and he exited with a little smile even if he wasn’t happy at all.

Walking down the corridors he felt less like Gryffindor Haechan and more like Demon Haechan. He missed it.

“Is it done?” Jeno asked. He was standing in the frame of his room’s door after he felt Haechan’s presence right behind it.

“I’m here to ask you to come with me,” Haechan simply said. His eyes were black and his skin didn’t shine as usual.

Jeno didn’t reply.

“You’re looking for your mortal lover. I need to travel to as many Universes as possible. You can help me and I can help you,” Haechan continued.

Jeno didn’t ask how the other knew so many details about his private life.

“I’d come, but there’s something here that-,” he started but couldn’t continue. “I made a friend. A dear friend.”

Haechan’s face was a stone mask.

“He’s dying. Everywhere,” Jeno added. “Everywhere I’ve been, in all Universes, he’s dying.”

“Like every human. Get over it.”

“No. It’s different. He’s sick. Can we do something about it?”

Haechan sighed and looked behind Jeno with empty eyes. The last leaves were falling off the trees in the night.

“Help him and I’ll help you. We’ll both help you. Please, you’re a good man, Haechan.”

Haechan looked briefly at the hand that Jeno rested on his shoulder and he thought of you. You thought he was a good man as well.

“Alright. But this Universe is too close to the Centre. Mark might see it. We need to travel to one on the outskirts.”

_____

When you woke up that morning, you felt cold and looked out the window to see the naked trees. A shiver like a bad omen travelled down your spine. Then you looked down to your lap where on top of the covers you saw a yellow and red scarf. You brought it to your face and inhaled his scent.

Running down the corridors, shoulders hitting everyone, you grabbed the first familiar person you could find by the shoulders. “Haechan? Where is he?”

But those people had no idea who you were talking about.

“Selene? Selene!” you barged into the study room. Dozens of faces turned towards you. Selene looked at you as if you were crazy. “Something happened?” she sounded worried.

Sitting in front of her, Doyoung looked as worried as her.

You gulped, feeling like crying. Or maybe you already were because she handed you a napkin. You ignored it.

“Haechan,” you simply said.

Selene and Doyoung exchanged a single look before looking back at you.

“Lee Haechan. From Gryffindor?” you explained. “Do you remember him?”

Doyoung got up, slowly, as if having in front of him a scared animal.

“Don’t look at me like I am crazy! This is his scarf!” you shook it in front of them.

Selene took one of your hands. “Let’s take a walk so you can tell me about him.”

“He was your friend-” your voice broke, “how could you all forget about him?”

_____

Doyoung and Selene left you to sit on the grass outside even if they insisted it was too cold. After telling them the story again and again and hearing their messed up version of it, you just stopped talking. Maybe you were crazy. Maybe you actually imagined it all.

The breeze was indeed cold but it numbed your limbs enough for it to be pleasant as opposed to what you felt inside.

“It’s a beautiful day today, isn’t it?” a voice behind your back said.

You didn’t bother to reply or turn around. You had no idea when he approached you and you didn’t care.

The man sighed and sat near you. With the corner of your eyes, you could tell he had black hair and wasn’t wearing the uniform.

“I am Mark. And I know where Haechan is.”

Your head snapped towards him. The man smiled brightly like a young boy, delighted by your sudden attention.

“Do you want me to tell you?”

_____________________

TEASER PART 2

Haechan inhaled suddenly, eyes on the outside of their fake Tarot shop. Behind the glass, a girl was trying to look inside. It was closed so the girl thought no one could see her while she was adjusting her makeup in the reflection.

Jeno and Jaemin looked at Haechan firstly then in the direction he was staring at.

Jeno’s eyes widened.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s up with you guys? Do you know her?”

Haechan stood up in a second, knocking down the crystal ball from the desk but Jeno’s iron fist stopped him by grabbing his forearm.

Haechan’s eyes were incendiary. “Let go.”

“No.”

“I said-”

“What are you going to do huh? Talk to her? Say what? You’re a Demon and you just talked in another Universe a few days ago? She doesn’t remember you. That’s a different version of her.” Jeno scolded him but his expression relaxed as Haechan looked up, exchanging a look with him.

He looked devastated.

“Haechan…”

Haechan shook his head with a tired chuckle. “No, you’re right.”

He sat back down and rested his head in his palm, pretending to be busy looking in his book.

The crystal ball turned intact on his desk as if it never fell.

“Haechan?”

“Jeno, it’s okay. I said you’re right. I’m not going to do anything stupid-”

“No, dumbass. Look!” Jeno lightly hit his shoulder.

You adjusted the big red and yellow scarf you had around your neck in the reflection of the window.

Haechan could see the bright “HC” letters on the bottom of it as you walked away.

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dilf (and love) | knj | m

pairing: kim namjoon x oc

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, smut, established relationship, marriage and kids lol

warnings: light dom/sub themes, pregnancy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), DILF JOON

words: 6, 702

summary: it's been too long since you and namjoon had time to yourselves

“God take that thing away from me!” You whine as you smother your face with your hands.

Jin pins you with a dry look as he catches a glimpse of ‘that thing’ who is looking up at you with big eyes and a toothless grin.

“That thing is your child …” Jin says blandly.

“That thing is ruining my sex life.” You narrow your eyes at Chanmi as she babbles some incoherent words with her ten-month-old vocabulary. You’d think as the daughter and apple of Kim Namjoon’s eye that she’d be able to read, write and speak sixteen languages at the age of one.

You still allow Chanmi to wrap her chubby fingers around your thinner ones and you can’t help but coo at your daughter. While she may have been the one thing that disrupted any intimate moment between you and Namjoon, you would fight anyone that would ever dare to mess with her. Your own husband included.

“Please, spare the details,” Jin mutters under his breath as he watches Chanmi fondly as she attempts to tug at your sleeve in hopes of getting your attention. You squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up in your arms and hold her close to your chest. You whine because she smells so … fresh. Just like a little bread baby that was all yours.

God, you loved her.

“My old sex life brought me this angel.” You grin up at your daughter who just smiles at you, unknowing of the context of your words.

“Can you stop using such vulgar words in front of your child?” Jin scolds you but doesn’t do anything much to take Chanmi out of your grasp.

You roll your eyes.

“She’s like 300 days old. She doesn’t even know how to shit at a decent hour let alone understand what sex is. Penis in vagina. Destroying pussy. A hole in one. Railing—”

Jin slaps his hand over your mouth to get you to stop talking as he glares at you.

“Why did my brother marry a heathen like you.” Jin seethes.

You shrug nonchalantly as you turn your head to see your dumbhead yet smart-ass husband that was attempting to glue back the shards of glass from the wine glass he broke earlier in hopes of you not realising.

“He needed to put his 148 IQ to good use and I’m the best investment his finance major ever got him.”

“The only good thing that came out of your marriage is this cutie.” Jin coos at his niece and you have half the mind to withdraw his Chanmi visiting card because whenever he was over all he did was berate you and your … unique ways of parenting.

But Jin would still say he cared for you as far as a brother-in-law would but with the added benefit of the fact that he was your best friend before he became your brother-in-law. You were an interesting character, to say the least, and the only reason you managed to befriend Jin was due to the fact that you didn’t know what boundaries meant and had invaded his personal space on the first day of lectures when you leaned over him to throw something at a know-it-all. Jin had been annoyed, but then an unlikely friendship bloomed out of the mutual distaste for ‘Howard from Accounting’.

He introduced you to Namjoon just because he thought that it was hilarious that you and his brother were polar opposites. Jin didn’t even expect the two of you to get along with each other let alone fall in love, but life had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you and your expectations’ to Jin when he least expected it.

The only thing that he regrets is the fact that now he had to listen to both you and his brother whine about your sex life, or lack thereof after the two of you became parents. Being a mother was hard because there was no manual to tell you what was right or wrong when it came to your baby but the experience itself. When you first fed Chanmi softened shrimp in her meals and caused an allergic reaction; you cried for hours straight because you felt like you should’ve just known.

Namjoon was a good partner and an even better father because he was understanding. The first few months postpartum he respected the fact that you weren’t ready to show your body to him because of the way it changed after giving birth to Chanmi, and he never told you that you were in your head for feeling that way. He validated all your feelings through all the rough edges that you gave him when you were going through your own things.

You finally felt comfortable to get naked around Namjoon at the five-month mark where your sex drive returned to that of when you were in your early twenties and just begun knowing how to truly enjoy sexual intimacies with a partner, but a five-month-old baby didn’t allow for much intimacy with your hot ass husband either.

It sucked because Namjoon had always been broad and very dad-like, and after he officially became a father to Chanmi you just felt like salivating over him every waking second you got because … God … Namjoon was a gift from the God’s themselves. Whenever you saw the way he handled Chanmi with absolute gentleness and care you felt like dropping to your knees and sucking the soul out of him. It didn’t help that he wore his glasses every night when he tucked her into bed and read her Shakespeare because it would ‘help with development’. You loved your husband but he was a little excessive.

“Oh God stop drooling over my brother!” Jin grimaces when he sees the bedroom eyes you were shooting Namjoon from where the two of you were with Chanmi.

You sigh dreamily and lean against your palm as you check out Namjoon’s ass.

“I can’t help that your brother and my husband has an ass like that.” You click your tongue.

Chanmi giggles again and it’s like a bell chiming at your favourite cafe when you cuddle her closer, feeling comfort in her scent. She smelt just like home and bubbles.

“How about I give you a sibling, huh?” You whisper to Chanmi who just opens her mouth to babble. Jin on the other hand facepalms himself and sighs.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m horny.” You shrug.

“Correction: you’re insufferable on a daily basis but absolutely horrifying to deal with when you’re horny.” He sneers.

“I just need to bed him and I’ll be fine.” You drawl, as your husband who spent the better half of your conversation fixing the wine glass grins to himself with his dimples when he finally placed the last piece of glass back into place. He was so meticulous and cute for the wrong reasons.

“Jesus, stop …” Jin groans.

“Jesus would definitely tell me to go get that dick because I deserve it.” You pat yourself on the back and wince slightly when you smell the telltale signs of Chanmi’s poop permeating the air.

“Say … would Yoongi mind having Chanmi over your place for the weekend?” Jin recognizes the devious expression you have on your face and knows that there’s no way out of it.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” Jin sighs.

You shake your head.

“Nope. Cause’ I texted Yoongi yesterday and said he totally wants to see his niece. The baby bag is all ready to go and it’s in the nursery.” You cock your thumb to the room down the hallway and Jin thinks to himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t have introduced you to his brother at all seven years back.

“It’s weird without her …” Namjoon frowns as the two of you stand in the nursery as if you were mourning the loss of your child. It felt a lot like it, though.

The two of you never spent more than a few hours away from Chanmi ever since she was born and it felt weird to not smell her vomit from the kitchen or hear her giggles as you cooked dinner. You missed Namjoon and the spark you had in the first years of your relationship but you also felt a little empty without Chanmi’s presence with you.

“I miss her.” You whine into Namjoon’s chest and he clutches you tightly as if to say that he mirrored your sentiment.

“Should we call them?” You look up at him with wide eyes and he smoothes the frown lines on your forehead and chuckles, offering a gentle kiss to your temples.

“We called fifteen minutes ago, remember?” He chides you gently.

You huff, “I just … it’s so quiet. Where are my baby babbles?” You pout.

Namjoon sighs and rubs his thumb comfortingly on your arm when you look around at the purple nursery with reminders of your daughter that wasn’t currently with you.

“Let’s enjoy what we have, okay love?” Namjoon offers, “I miss Chanmi too but I miss this too.”

You smile at him the way he first fell in love with you years ago and leans down to place a peck onto your lips.

“I miss having you all to myself.” He whispers against your lips and you shiver at the way his broadness is clouding all your senses.

“You always have me Joon.” You tell him in a tone as soft as his.

His chest rumbles when he laughs and you feel so warm in the comfort of your husband's arms and you felt it too. Besides the physical aspect of having sex with him, you missed holding him like this without a care in the world. Most of your cuddle sessions were left to the nights you slept next to each other in bed because the two of you were either exhausted with work or trying to care for Chanmi. It’s been a long time since you could just feel Namjoon’s presence with you.

“Besides … we can finally, you know …” He mumbles shyly into your hair and the devil horns that you hide most of the time reappear.

“What, Joon?” You smirk up at him, hands trailing slowly down his chest.

Your husband was so big that every room he walked into he basically commanded the attention of every single person that would come across him. That’s what happens when you’re six foot and broad like him. But you loved the fact that you were the only one that got to see the much softer side to him that he didn’t just show anyone. The fact that he was the CEO of his own company made his persona ever more intimidating than he actually was but you knew he was a huge softie on the inside.

The two of you were very different in many senses. From your personalities to the way you approached conflict. Namjoon was very diplomatic but you were anything but. He was truly the most empathetic and understanding person you’ve met in your entire life and you’ve seen a total of ten therapists in your teenage years. Namjoon was the balance that levelled your temper and uninhibited tendencies to always be the loudest person in every room. With every time you snarked at someone who pushed your buttons came Namjoon that placed a gentle hand on your back with a soft whisper of comfort.

In fact, most people thought the two of you would have never lasted. You heard those mean girls in college that made petty bets on the fact that you’d probably end up leaving him because you were too much of a bitch to deal with someone as kind as Namjoon. You remembered most of your fights being about your insecurities and how you always thought that Namjoon deserved better and with him telling you that you were the one for him.

Looking back, you laugh because the two of you were theoretically horrible for each other but exactly what the other needed. Namjoon needed someone free-spirited enough to manage his meticulous tendencies and you needed someone willing to see you for more than your erratic behaviour.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Namjoon hums when he realises you’re not paying attention to him anymore. He clasps your hands together to bring back your attention to him as you look up at him with eyes so full of love.

“Just reminiscing on the old days.” You tell him and he snorts.

“You say that as if we’re ancient.”

“You’re not fooling anyone. I heard your joints cracking when you bent down to pick up the strands of hair on the floor.” You tease.

“And who’s fault is it that I’m constantly bending over to pick up strands of hair because she sheds like a cat?” He retorts playfully.

“We’re both old.” You pout, playing with his fingers and admiring the glimmer of his wedding ring. You can’t believe you bagged a man like Namjoon.

“I still got it, though.” He adds thoughtfully and you raise an eye at his comment.

“Got what?”

“My game.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you burst out laughing because it was so on-brand for Namjoon to make a comment like that but blush when you got a little more touchy-feely with him when he least expected it.

“How about you show me then?” You whisper as you turn around to press yourself against his chest, ensuring that your cleavage was on full show to his line of vision when he looks down at you.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits after the pregnancy?” He tells you breathily and you snort.

“So you didn’t like my tits before I gave birth to your child?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his hands below your thighs to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The way he could effortlessly carry you and lift you up always made your heart and nether regions flutter because he was so big that he basically towered over you. Especially when he became a dad it was like his hot factor exploded exponentially. He basically became the epitome of a dilf.

“You and your mouth,” He tsks as he carries you out of the nursery and into your bedroom, “I just may need to shut you up.”

You whine into his chest before he tosses you down onto your mattress as he towers over you, looking over your body like you were the finest piece of art he’s ever seen. Namjoon always had ways to make you feel like a million bucks even though you were in an old camisole and your old college varsity sweatpants.

“Why don’t you do it then?” You tease back.

You were different from the women that Namjoon has been with prior to your seven-year-long relationship as most of them were pliant and quiet, and took whatever he gave to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loved playing the dominant character in bed but he also needed a brat to push his buttons and it was exactly what you were. Even if the two of you were so fundamentally different in personalities, the two of you were definitely sexually compatible.

“Flip over.” He demands and you whine before reluctantly turning over.

“I want to see you.” You whine petulantly.

You feel him rather than have him verbally respond to you because he delivers a tight slap to your ass as you gasp at the impact. He rubs his hands soothingly over your butt cheeks and squeezes them as he leans over your body, crowding your back with his body heat.

“Don’t be a brat ___.” He sneers into your ear and the moan is stuck on your throat when you feel him drag his hands all over your body until it reaches under your body to reach for your tits.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He groans.

Namjoon’s hands immediately trail down your body until they reach the hem of your shorts and you wiggle your ass back at him teasingly. You hear him growl and you always knew that Namjoon was an ass man and your ass made him weak.

“Need I remind you that you’re in no position to tease, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ear and you feel the goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin.

“Fuck. Please—Joon, touch me.” You gasp as you feel him pull down your shorts to be greeted with a cheeky pair of panties that left little to imagine of what hides underneath. Your husband had the talent of getting you obscenely wet without doing much and it’s proven again when you feel the uncomfortable ache between your legs as he flips your body over once again to get a good glimpse of your heaving body, as well as the stain on your panties.

His knuckles trace the inner side of your thigh carefully as he avoids the place you need him the most while you feel more wetness pool at your entrance. You’ve been deprived of his touch for way too long and that caused your sensitive reactions to anything that he did. You missed his fingers so much and having him so close yet so far away from your pussy was destroying your restraint.

“Namjoon p-please!” You cry when he finally cups your mound with his large palm.

He digs the heel of his palm straight into your clit as you arch your back and let out a low moan.

“So wet baby and I’ve barely done anything.” He taunts you with the low baritone of his voice.

“You make me so wet Joonie.” You pant when you feel him grind his palm into your clit some more, providing the satisfying friction that you’ve been craving.

The feeling doesn’t last long because he’s hastily removing your panties from your legs and tosses them somewhere over his shoulder. His face is directly in front of your pussy and you can’t help but feel flustered at the proximity of his breath to your hole. You’ve done this a million times before but the familiarity is slightly lost due to the time between the last and the present.

“Where’s the brat that couldn’t shut her mouth before, hm?” He mumbles and you feel every breath against your pussy. You squirm and feel his large hands wrap around your thighs, locking you into position so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“It’s just been so—ah—long,” You tell him breathily.

“Too long. Missed this pussy.” He says as a parting gift before he dives straight into your clit and begins to lap rounds over the hardened bud. You let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure he was providing you with just his tongue alone, and the way that he knew just where to focus on your clit with tense figure-eights.

“Ah—ah, fuck—Joon!” You groan as your hands wrap around his hair to tug at it. You feel him moan against your pussy, which sends vibrations up to your core and causes more wetness to pool at your centre.

Namjoon is relentless when he digs his hands harder into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from moving too much as he continues to suction on your clit, focusing his attention on it as much as he could. After years of being together, he just knew what you loved and this was it.

You liked it messy. Wet and fast, and Namjoon always gave it to you good. He pulls away momentarily so he could look up at you with a hooded gaze and you let out a high pitched whine when you see the glistening of his chin all the way up to his nose with the signs of your wetness staining him. His fingers run up your thighs teasingly and you shift under his ministrations only for him to smack your right thigh harshly.

“If you move you don’t get to cum.” He threatens you and you immediately still your body with the impossible threat.

You feel his fingers run up and down on your slit as he gathers all your wetness into one place, hovering slightly over your clit. You have to keep your whine to a minimum because Namjoon got real mean when he wanted to. But he was a good lover—so good.

Your hole is throbbing with a need to be filled, and your husband picks up on that immediately as he prods your entrance with the tip of his index finger. You attempt to grind down on him as you make eye contact with the dark eyes that threaten to take away your orgasm.

“I said. Don’t. Move.” He reminds you.

You whimper in silence as he teases your hole a little more before he decides to return home into the warmth of your walls. The moment that barrier was broken, you feel him go straight for the hook as he reaches his index finger all the way up until his knuckles. You hear Namjoon hiss under his breath as he begins prodding your walls until he finds—

“Fuck—there, Joon—ah!” You gasp, head tilting backwards when your husband finds your g-spot.

Namjoon smirks to himself and slides another finger in to hook them upwards into your g-spot, unmoving as he stills himself against the area; causing pure, unaltered pleasured to run through your veins. You’re vibrating and twitching all at once because you can’t control the involuntary response that comes with your husband's demon fingers that are causing every possible pleasurable feeling to run through your system.

You can’t keep the moan to yourself either as Namjoon looks at you with awe, but you miss it because your eyes are too busy being rolled to the back of your head at the way Namjoon skilfully thrusts into your pussy.

“H-Harder, p-please Joon—wanna cum so bad.” You moan and run your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to your mound.

He lowly chuckles and shakes his head at your sex drive. And the next thing he does next nearly makes you cum on the spot.

The way he gathers his spit at the back of his throat was borderline pornographic as you see the way his throat revs up. He drops the glob of spit directly onto your clit and uses the hand that wasn’t in your pussy to spread the lubricant all over your slit. He purposefully grazes your clit but doesn’t apply enough pressure to make your head spin, but just enough for you to whine in want.

“Your pussy is so pretty love.” He coos, leaning into your mound to deliver kitten-licks to your clit, and the warmth of his tongue with the added addition of his fingers feels all too much.

“J-Joon!” You gasp when you feel him thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy that your body hitched up the surface of the bed. Every thrust was accompanied by the direct assault of his tongue on your clit as he presses down on the hardened bud with the purpose to drive you closer to your orgasm.

You were painfully close, and the precision of his fingers at your g-spot allows you to revel in the way the coil in your body is ready to snap, so close to release. Namjoon leans down so that his head is where you love him the most, between your thighs as he scores the final goal and presses his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god Joon—fuck—s-so good—I’m gonna cum!” Your back arches off the bed uselessly because of the way that Namjoon uses his other hand to pin you down, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He coos against your clit and the vibrations is what sends you over the edge.

He fucks his fingers into you as you orgasm, kitten licking your clit with just enough pressure for you to whine as you buck your hips up into his mouth involuntarily.

“Fuck. Baby—hurts.” You whine, pushing his head away from your pussy when the overstimulation gets to you.

Namjoon places one last teasing peck on your clit, which causes you to twitch and pinch his neck as he chuckles, dragging his hand up your body to bring you closer to him.

“Still got it, hm?” He whispers against the column of your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me you fool.” You pull him in for a kiss, and your tongue immediately finds its place home in Namjoon’s mouth.

It’s probably because it’s been so long since the two of you could feel each other like this, without any rush to get it over with but with the freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as you’d like. Namjoon’s hands were the truth of that as he trails his arms down the sides of your waist and tugs you closer to him by your hips until he reaches for the hem of your camisole to tug it off your body.

He grabs the mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezes them hard enough to cause another gush of wetness to drip down the side of your thighs and onto his sweatpants. Besides the fact that he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to you, the stained wetness of his sweatpants from his pre-cum and your slick is enough for you to push him down onto the bed.

“I’m gonna suck your cock.” You kiss him on the lips one last time before you’re leaning down to palm him over his sweatpants.

He hisses above you and grabs the back of your neck lovingly that it has you snorting.

“You know if you’re laughing at my dick my feelings are going to be very hurt,” Namjoon says from above you.

“It’s just …” You shake your head and giggle as you clench your fist around the outline of Namjoon’s cock as he lets out a low breath of approval at your action.

“You used to shove my head onto your cock the moment I reached your pants and now you’re so soft.” You tease.

You hear his breath hitch and the grip on your neck tighten at your taunting words. The excitement already pooling in your stomach at the roughness that would ensue from your husband.

“Me? Soft? Is that what you want baby?” His tone is warning and you know he’s serious.

You shake your head as you look up at him with innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the hand that continues to fondle his balls over his sweatpants.

“Don’t be a bitch and take my cock out.” He sneers, and you smile to yourself cheekily—knowing you hit a sore spot.

You happily oblige as you pull Namjoon’s sweats down to be greeted with your husbands cock. The visual itself has your pussy throbbing, and every time you’re faced with it, you always burn with the prospect of his thick cock pounding into your pussy.

“Now suck it like a good girl.” He guides your head towards his dick but you’re proactive enough to fully start licking at his tip, tongue teasing his slit as you hear him let out a low groan.

Your eyes are locked on his figure, as his head is thrown back. You want to grind on the sheets but you know that would delay him fucking you so you decide against it. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the visual that your husband was giving you from where you were.

Namjoon had always been handsome. But there’s something about seeing him throw his head back in pleasure because of you that has your stomach churning with pride. You’d shamelessly admit that you were more on the possessive side, purely because you knew there were many men and women out there who desired Namjoon in more ways than one; and you didn’t like sharing one bit.

You spit onto his dick as your hands worked the rest of the length that you didn’t engulf in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks to create a suction. Your tongue begins to tease the underside of his shaft, the way he likes the most and you know he’s enjoying your focus there because the hand that grips your neck is now tightly clutching your hair in a fist.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” He groans.

Motivated by the praise, you sink deeper, hands resting on his thick thighs as you push yourself until your nose reaches his pelvis. You’ve taken his cock like a champion on many occasions, and you can only thank him for that like the numerous times he had to guide you down on his cock were probably the only reason why your tiny throat could welcome his thick girth.

The sounds of you chocking on his dick was a lot for Namjoon, mainly because he couldn’t get enough of his wife but also because he’s been waiting out to bust a nut down your throat—actually your pussy—so long that he can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure your mouth brings him.

“Baby—baby,” He tugs you off his cock and the redness around your cheeks with the tears that pool at your waterline is enough to make his heart soar. Even though you were nasty in bed, he loved every single part of your forwardness.

“Your mouth is amazing but I need to cum in your pussy.” He tells you.

You whine at his declaration and allow him to manhandle you until you were face down ass up, ass pressed tightly against his pelvis as you grind your wet cunt over the hardness of his dick.

“Fuck—you’re so wet, baby. You like sucking my cock?” He growls, arms reaching around your stomach to pull your body flush against his chest.

When you reach your hand to wrap around his head to balance yourself, you see a view of your bodies together in your mirror. Courtesy of when you first moved in and due to you and Namjoon’s egocentric tendencies of wanting to see you guys fucking each other.

“S-So much Joon.” You garble.

His hand reach down to cup your mound and digs his palm into your clit as you grind down against his hand. You feel him loosely trace over your clit to gather your wetness into his hand to lather it over his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispers in your ear when he lines his cock against your entrance.

You whine, excitement erupting inside of you—until he finally slides it.

It definitely takes you by surprise because your husband was big. And the fact that you haven’t had his dick in you for months made it much more of a pleasant surprise when he bottoms out completely in one swift thrust of his hips, which causes your body to fall forward as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck. This tight pussy’s mine, right?” He growls.

You nod your head into the sheets as he begins with a few experimental thrusts as you adjust to the slight, yet pleasurable, sting in your lower half.

Until you squeeze his hand on your hip to give him the go, Namjoon settles for slow thrusts into your pussy, but it’s enough to prod at your pleasurable spot because not only is Namjoon smart, kind, funny, handsome and ridiculously a great father—he is phenomenal at sex. Probably why he knocked you up on the night of your honeymoon with your bundle of joy.

Namjoon begins snapping his hips into yours relentlessly like a man starved, and starved he was. He’s missed the wet heat of your pussy; and God did he love your daughter—but he missed this—your pussy.

“F-Fuuuuu—” You’re heaving.

Namjoon continues to thrust into your pussy, angling his hips upwards so that he’d reach places deeper than ever as your eyes roll to the back of your heart in pleasure.

“Fuck—this—tight—pussy—” His words follow the sharpness of his thrusts and you don’t even know where to grab because all your sensations are heightened, especially when Namjoon reaches a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing it vigorously.

“Nam—Joon!”

You’re so wet that the squelch of his thrusts is echoed in your bedroom, and the only thing you hear besides that is your loud moans and the heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

It’s only when he plants his knees firmly into the mattress and brings your hips to meet his thrusts is when you feel your pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock as you wail out his name.

“Fuck, baby—you’re clenching—so—hard.” He groans, pushing his hips deeper into your pussy.

“Love your cock,” You moan, “Fuck—Joon, please—fuck your cum into me.”

“Yeah?” He grits his teeth and flips your over effortlessly, dragging your leg over his shoulder as he begins pounding into you even harder as he admires the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Yeah.” You nod your head like a sex-crazed maniac because your husband was just too good with his hips.

“Gonna give you another baby.” He whispers when he leans down into your face as your eyes widen at his declaration. Your pussy reacts too, gushing out even more wetness as it becomes tighter around Namjoon’s cock.

“Fuck. You like that idea? A sibling for Chan’?” He grinds his pelvis into your clit as his words spur your second orgasm for the night on.

“No shit?” You gasp when he revs up his spit in the back of his throat, looking at your mouth invitingly.

“Yeah,” He says breathlessly, and you open your mouth to welcome his tongue when he drops the glob of spit down your throat.

You whine, feeling your orgasm coming so closely.

“Fuck Joon—I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter and you know he’s coming soon too.

“Me too baby.” He tells you while giving you the set of most adoring eyes ever. Even as he’s fucking you into the next dimension, Namjoon makes you feel so utterly loved and whole that you can’t imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.

He snaps his hips the hardest he’s ever done throughout the entire night, and you feel your pussy throb so much; signalling to you and Namjoon that your release was right there.

“Baby—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c-cum,” You grab onto his shoulder to pull him closer to you.

He welcomes it and leaves open mouth kisses onto your mouth as he fucks into you like a mad man.

“Cum.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach an explosive orgasm, one that quite literally causes you to blank out for a second because while Namjoon’s hot cum spurts into your pussy short after you came, he feels your body go limp in his embrace; causing his eyes to widen.

Only until you’re blinking up at him dazedly is when he holds you to his chest, as you feel his chest rumble when he chuckles.

“Baby … I thought you died.” He cards a hand through your hair and you smile at him, stupidly in love.

“If I die because of your dick I’d be happy.” You grin at him cutely. And he scoffs at the way you look so cute after you’ve been fucked to hell and back.

“My horny little monster,” He flicks your forehead as you bring him close to your chest, his dick still settled inside of you. But there was a sort of intimacy that you couldn’t quite put words to, but welcomed the gesture nevertheless.

“Were you serious?” You ask after a while of sharing a few intimate pecks to each others’ lips.

He finally pulls out to roll on his side as he reaches over to pull your close to his chest. He raises an eyebrow at your expression when you feel his cum leak out of you.

“God you really didn’t jack off recently, did you?” You ask.

He pecks you on the nose as he quickly tugs clean boxers over his legs and disappears into your on-suite. You sigh to yourself dreamily, thinking of how lucky you were to be with someone as loving and compassionate as Namjoon was.

You weren’t necessarily unlucky when it came to your relationships prior to him, but there would always be dealbreakers that caused splits to be more bitter than neutral. Namjoon was the only man in your life that you could speak to without fearing any judgement from because he wasn’t like that. He knew how to make you feel wanted and also how to want yourself, all while being your best friend and partner.

When he returns, he returns with a damp cloth and immediately begins cleaning up the mess between your thighs, even as he cheekily mentions how there was more from where that came from as you slap him on the shoulder.

Once he ensures he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and grabs a big t-shirt of his to slip it over your body. You hum in satisfaction as his scent overwhelms you, even more so when he tugs you close to his body and he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“You asked if I was serious earlier?” He repeats your question and you nod your head looking up at him.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy smile when he leans down to pull your face towards his own as you admire all the freckles and pores on his skin, fingers tracing loosely over the wrinkles that come with age.

“I know it’s sudden but … I’ve been thinking about our family and—I want our family to become bigger.” He tells you like it’s a secret. You know he’s been mulling over it for quite a while because he looks a little unsure of himself, but all you can do is smile widely at him.

“Really?” You ask, playing with the hair on the back of his neck when you feel his fingers trace over the skin on your back.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Chanmi. I’ve always wanted kids and you brought the best gift in my life to me and … I can’t explain how happy I am when I’m with the two of you.” He smiles at you gently.

You don’t know if it’s because he just fucked you so good, or was it because you were lovesick, but your eyes water because Namjoon was Namjoon.

“But—if you’re not ready then I understand and we can—”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

His eyes widen as you see the excitement begin to pour into his irises.

“Wait—really?” He asks innocently.

You nod your head and kiss him on the lips softly, no rush as he returns the gesture, holding you close onto his chest where you feel the best in his arms.

“Yes really. I want what you want. And I think it’s about time Chanmi gets a sibling, no?” You tease.

He groans like you’re unreal as he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you caress him gently. Namjoon was really just like an oversized baby and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When?” He asks.

You tease your fingertips down to his chest and offer him a knowing look.

“Now?” You feign indifference but you can see the wide grin he sports on his face.

“Fuck. Don’t say that. I think my dick is going to fall off at how hard I fucked you just now,” He whined.

“You’re getting old,” You massage his shoulders as he sighs.

“I am …” He acknowledges, “But we’ll grow old together, right?”

The prospect of a future of unknowns with Namjoon only makes your heart bloom. You nod your head, not another word need to be uttered as he holds you in his arms, excited for what’s to come.

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aishadream · 3 years

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The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Fanfiction

always & forever | serendipity

Summary: Nicolette never thought that she will be pulled in the TVD universe. But here we are.

Warnings: violence, bad language, sexual themes, smut, polyamorous relationships and characters,

Pairing: Polyamorous relationship between OC/Kol/Klaus/Elijah (no incest)

A/N: please be kind and if you like it please reblog

chapter 1.

I'm having a bad day, no scratch that. I'm having a terribly horrible day.

Yeah, that sounds better. I thought with the grimace and continued to twirl my finger up and down the cool side of my glass while trying to ignore the people of the bar and their annoyingly loud voices. Unfortunately, Mystic Grill was a really popular place in the town.

"Jesus," I murmured and rubbed my temple as if that would prevent the budding headache from developing into a lovely migraine. Because that's what I exactly need right now.

I looked down at the drink I ordered a bit earlier and frowned trying to decide if maybe something alcoholic would be a better idea than just a simple cola with ice. But alas, I wasn't that kind of person who would drown their sorrow in the glass of something stronger.

So I was left with my loneliness and half full or half empty glass - depending on your point of view - of cold brown sugary liquid.

I sighed.

Only a few things were clear to me.

Firstly, I'm now in Mystic Grill, the bar in Mystic Falls, Virginia.

Secondly, it wasn't a dream because the slash on my hand still throbbed with every move even if the bleeding stopped.

Thirdly? Well, I was ready to self-commit myself to the mental asylum. You would ask why?

I will tell you, but let me ask you a question first.

Did you ever dream of appearing in one of your favourite TV shows?

Because that's what happened to me.

I, Nicolette Jackie Green, somehow managed to get myself transported into The Vampire Diaries universe.

Cheers to fucking that.

I took a sip of my drink and tried to make at least some sense of my situation without delving deep into my emotions and other things.

Fortunately, I always was good at compartmentalization. While I knew that all the emotions and the real realizations of what happened will come back it was neither time nor place for that.

It was time to plan and not panic.

First of all, I needed to know in what season I appeared, without putting any more unnecessary attention on myself.

And that was easier said than done.

I silently groaned and burrowed my head into my arms. All that thinking didn't help with my headache.

I was so concentrated that I didn't hear a person coming until that someone took a seat on the chair next to me. I turned to face the person who decided to sit next to me while there was plenty of spots far away from me and I wasn't in the mood to be super polite to anyone.

I instantly knew who he was. He was a male who looked to be in his 20s even if the wide and almost goofy grin on his face mixed with a mischievous glint in his eyes added his look some boyish charm.

Nathaniel Buzolic was a handsome man, there were no objections. but the man in front of me? While he had brown hair and eyes and those aristocratic features there was something else about this man,

Maye it was the aura and the way he held himself. I could feel his powerful and dangerous aura, it was like a beacon warning everyone that he wasn't a man to be trifled.

But what surprised me the most was the also calmness and peace I could feel from him from the moment our eyes met. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe, I felt as if nobody can ever harm me when he was near.

"My darling' mate. I've been waiting for you for a very long time" he exclaimed . "Kol Mikealson, at your service" the youngest living Mikealson brother added.

Oh God have mercy on my poor soul.

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procrastinatingnerd · 3 years

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Hi everyone! So this was my first time taking part in the @osemanversebigbang but I had so much fun!! I can't wait to read everyone's entries! 💜

Title: Angel Rahimi And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Lunch Break

Characters: Angel, Juliet, Rowan, Jimmy, Lister, Bliss, two of Angel’s future uni friends (OCs).

Spoilers? Minor spoilers of important events in “I Was Born For This”.

Word Count: 3.6k

Ships: Bicci, one joke about Juliet/Rowan.

~Joan of Arc (Probably)

“I am so fucking tired”

“Right, time’s up, put your pens down.” The exam officer says from the front of the room. I scribble one last sentence before my hand gives out, and I all but throw my pen onto the desk, sighing as dramatically as I can. This week is a fucking nightmare. Exams and assignments are the piss. Fuck uni, I’m ready to drop out. Or drop dead. Either works, honestly.

As I leave the exam hall, I walk past some people from the students’ union. They’re handing out flyers for the Christmas ball next week. My housemates are all planning on going, but my friends and I planned our present swap for that night, so we’re going to spend it eating a fuck ton of snacks and watching the cheesiest Christmas films we can find. I can’t wait, I bought them each a bag of their favourite sweets from the American candy shop, it's going to be so much fun!

But that’s next week. Right now, all I want is to sit at a table that doesn’t have an exam paper on it, and eat something very greasy and very unhealthy. There’s a pizza place just on the edge of campus, run by some of the culinary arts students, and they make the best sauce ever. It’s pretty cheap too, which makes it a favourite for most people, especially at the end of a semester, when everyone’s bank accounts are running low.

I have about an hour until I need to be back in the exam hall, so I take full advantage of the outdoor seating and collapse into a chair after ordering. My pizza is brought out to me not long after, and I breathe in the smell. Nothing has smelt more gorgeous than the slices sitting in front of me. It’s a surprisingly warm day, for December at least, and for a moment, everything feels calm. I can hear a bird singing in a tree somewhere, other students are hanging around campus, most with their noses in their phones or in textbooks, and I actually let myself relax for a bit. I’ve done all the revision I can for this next exam, and I’m in desperate need of a break. I deserve this.

I pick up my first slice of pizza, and bring it up to my mouth. As I’m about to take a bite, however, my phone rings. I put the pizza down with a sigh and answer the phone without looking at who’s calling. Mum probably sensed I wasn’t doing any work, and is calling to check up on me.

“Hello?” I say tiredly.

“Angel, hi! Is this a good time??” I grin at the sound of Juliet’s voice.

“Hell yeah, it’s a perfect time! What’s up?”

“Wait, you don’t know why I’m calling?” Juliet says hesitantly. Shit. What have I forgotten now? I know it’s not her birthday. Wait, is it mine?? I swear exams rot your brain, have I actually forgotten my own birthday?

“No…?” I ask after internally monologuing for way too long.

“Oh my god, you don’t know??” Juliet screeches in my ear, “Angel go look at your phone, it’s urgent!”

Now very concerned, I put Juliet on speaker and, for the first time all morning, actually read the notifications filling my lock screen. I open the Twitter news one, and my mouth drops open in shock.

“Holy shit.”

On my screen is a news article with a headline that reads, “THE ARK’S JIMMY KAGA-RICCI AND LISTER BIRD’S SECRET RELATIONSHIP EXPOSED”, and just below it sits a large photo of Jimmy and Lister, standing outside a pub, kissing. I don’t believe it.

“Holy fu- Hold on a second. Mate, isn’t that the pub by Piero’s house?!” I say, bringing my phone as close to my face as I can, as if that’ll help me see better. There’s a loud shuffling noise on the other end of the line, and then I hear a gasp.

“Oh my god, you’re right!” Juliet says. “Rowan said they were going on holiday, but I thought he meant abroad or something.” I smile at that. Ever since our little jaunt to Kent last summer, Juliet and I have kept in touch with the boys. We even have a group chat now; us and them and even Bliss is in it. I’m so glad we stayed friends.

At first, Rowan was really quiet, and if he did speak he and Juliet would almost always end up arguing, but they’ve been getting along quite well lately. I’m not saying I ship it or anything, I’ve learnt my lesson there, but I have to say, fangirl-to enemies-to lovers would make a wicked fanfiction trope.

“Did you see any of this coming?” Juliet continues. “Surely Jimmy would have said something to you?”

“He said he was dating someone, but didn’t want to give details because they were taking things slow. Well, that and that celebrity phone hacking scandal freaked him right the fuck out, remember?” I say.

"That's

right, he stopped talking on the group chat for like two weeks, didn’t he?” Juliet giggles back. “Well, nevertheless, I’m happy for them. They’re cute together.”

“Yeah, they are.” I grin again. “Oh my god, poor Rowan though! I’d hate to live with a couple, especially a new one! It’d be nauseating.”

“Oh I know, right? And imagine what’ll happen when they have their first fight!” Juliet gasps again. I shudder at the thought.

“I’m muting the group chat when that happens.” I joke.

“Not a bad idea.” Juliet laughs back, then pauses. “Oh, Angel, I’m sorry I’ve got the get going, but do you want to skype later?”

“Yeah, no problem! I’ve got a revision session at 6, but I should be free by 9ish?”

“Sounds perfect! See you then!” Juliet says, and with that, she’s gone, and I’m back to sitting alone with my pizza.

Jimmy and Lister. Holy shit. I don’t think anyone in the fandom saw this coming. Everything has been about Jowan, since the fandom started growing it’s the only ship that ever existed. No one bothered writing fics about any other pairings. The only Jimmy/Lister fics I ever came across were platonic ones, and even they made sure to mention Jimmy’s boyfriend Rowan.

Oh god, I hope they’re okay. The fans got so crazy when Bliss and Rowan’s relationship was exposed. Jimmy/Lister is the final nail in the Jowan coffin. Jimmy must be having the panic attack of his life! I’ve got to-

My phone rings again.

I look down at the screen, and see Jimmy’s name. I take a deep breath, and answer.

“Jimmy, hi! How are-”

“Have you seen it??”

“Yes.”

“Oh god. This isn’t how we wanted to tell you guys.”

“You sure? Because getting caught by the national press worked so well for you last time.” I tease. Silence. Oops, probably not the best thing to remind him of right now.

“Jimmy, you still there?” I say carefully. There’s a slight rustle on his end, which means he probably just nodded. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise. The fans will move on. They already did with Jowan, right?”

“But what if something happens again? Something like-”

“It won’t. You guys have better security now, and you’re doing less public events. You’re going to be fine.” I hope and pray that I’m saying the right things. Jimmy and I have gotten close lately, but I’m nowhere near as good at helping him deal with his anxiety as Rowan and Lister are. There’s more silence, until finally, Jimmy speaks again.

“Okay. Yeah. Yeah I think you’re right. Thanks, Angel.”

“Course I’m right! If there’s one thing I know, it’s fandom drama.” Jimmy laughs, and I grin back. “And don’t forget, you’re not alone in this. This is happening to Lister too, and no doubt Rowan and Bliss will be there to help you. Just talk to them.”

“Thank you Angel, I’ll go do that now.”

“Perfect! Love you Jim, I’ll text you later.” I say, and the call ends.

He’ll be okay. He’s got too many people who love him not to be. I take another breath and put my phone down on the table. As soon as I do, however, it buzzes again, and I see Jimmy is trying to facetime me. Now very concerned, I answer it and hold the phone up so he can see my face properly.

“Jimmy, are you okay, what’s happened??” I ask anxiously, but he looks fine. He looks at me with a confused expression.

“Nothing, I’m just talking to the others, like you said.” He says. It’s only me and him on the call. I stare at him in silence for a moment.

“Jimmy, mate… I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not any of them” I say slowly, and to my surprise, Jimmy laughs.

“Yeah I know, but I was kind of hoping to have you here, too, if that’s okay?” He says sheepishly. “It’s okay if you’re busy, it’s just that… I don’t know, you’re good with this stuff and you make me feel calm? Sorry, I know that’s a lot to just dump on you.” Jimmy doesn’t look at me directly, and I start to feel tears in my eyes.

“Well damn, Jim, I guess if you truly love me that much, I can stick around for a bit.” I laugh, and quickly glance at the time. “My lunch break is only halfway over, anyway, so I have plenty of time to hang out while you talk to the others.”

Jimmy seems to let out a breath, like he’d been holding it, and grins.

Just as I’m about to start talking again, I hear a ping, and Lister’s face appears on screen, followed by Rowan and Bliss.

“Hey Jimjam, you okay?” Rowan asks, looking as calm as ever. “Oh hey Angel.” He adds. I give him an awkward smile.

“Wait, Angel's here?” Bliss interrupts before Jimmy can answer. “Nice, how’s the week from hell going? Didn’t think we’d hear from you until you’d made it through.”

“Yeah it’s rough, but I’m getting there. This is a welcome distraction though.” I grin at her.

“So you’ve seen the pictures then. They look good, right?” Lister chimes in, before correcting himself. “I mean, it’s horrible they found us, fucking pricks, but you’ve got to admit we look good.”

“You can be so self-centred sometimes.” Bliss laughs.

“Come on Lister, this isn’t a joke.” Rowan chides him.

“Well, I guess he isn’t wrong..” Jimmy mumbles nervously and I see him smile a bit.

“See, Jimmy agrees with me!” Lister argues back at Rowan, who rolls his eyes.

“It’s still not something to laugh about.” Rowan says firmly. “Cecily’s already on damage control, cancelling some events, beefing up the security at others, and giving the tabloids hell. She’s also let your grandad know, Jimmy.”

“Wait, aren’t you guys all down there already?” I ask, confused.

“Nah we got back last night. That picture was taken when we went out for lunch the other day. Took their time printing it.” Lister says.

“Probably needed time to pad out their articles. Seriously, how can they write so many pages about two people dating?” Bliss adds.

“Probably whining about how Jowan is now well and truly dead.” Rowan rolls his eyes again. “Although I have to say, I’m pretty happy about that part.” I cringe slightly as he says that. I will never not regret being one of the Jowan fangirls.

“So Cecily’s already got a plan? That’s good, that’s a bit of a relief.” Jimmy speaks up, looking visibly more relaxed than he had sounded over the phone earlier.

“Yeah she’s got it sorted, so we can start planning our Christmas party!” Lister says, making the others groan.

“Lister what the hell makes you think we should be throwing a massive fucking party right now?!” Rowan says, his voice growing louder. Lister goes quiet, looking like he wants to shrink into his seat, before eventually speaking up again.

“Look, it doesn’t have to be anything big, I just mean… Angel, you’re gonna be in London with Juliet, right? Come over, drag Bliss with you, Jimmy can invite his grandad, Rowan you can bring Jade, and there you go, that’s our party!”

“That’s...actually a good idea.” Rowan says, surprised.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun!” Jimmy adds.

“I’m up for it, Angel, do you think Juliet will wanna come?” Bliss says.

“Hell yeah she would, let’s do it!” I reply with a massive smile on my face. Partying with Bliss and the boys sounds like the best way to spend my Christmas London trip. I’ll make sure to tell Juliet about it when I talk to her later. As I start planning all the food I’m going to bring over, and wondering what the boys’ flat will look like at Christmas, the conversation starts up again.

“You sure you’re doing alright, Jimmy? I can come back home if you need me to.” Rowan says, focusing things on the issue at hand again.

“No no, don’t worry, stay with your family. They’d kill me if I made you miss out on spending time with them.” Jimmy jokes. “I’ve got Lister here, and Cecily’s number if I need it. My head isn’t giving me too much grief right now, anyway.”

“Wait, Lister, you’re there with him?” Bliss asks.

“Yeah, check it out!” Lister says, before picking up his phone and moving. He takes us out of what I think was his room, through a hallway and comes out into a large living room, where we can see Jimmy on a sofa looking at his phone. “Say hi to the chat, Jim!”

Everyone laughs as Jimmy gives an awkward wave to Lister’s phone. Lister then hangs up and launches himself into view of Jimmy’s screen, and the two shuffle about until they’re practically sitting on top of each other, faces

squished together so the tiny phone camera captures them both. I hate how cute they look together.

“Alright, if you’re sure, Jimmy,” Rowan says, smiling for probably the first time this whole call.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Jimmy smiles back. “This whole situation is terrifying, and I’m more than ready to hide in my room and not see another mad fangirl for the rest of my life, but... if I did that we’d never get to hang out with Angel again.” He finishes, biting his lip as if unsure of whether or not the joke will hit.

“Uh..ouch!” I clap my hand on top of my heart dramatically and laugh, while the others join in. “I’ll have you know I’ve abandoned my fangirl ways. Mostly. Sort of. Okay, not completely but I’m not shipping real people anymore, so that’s something, right?!”

Lister is giving Jimmy a look of what I can only assume is pride for making a decent joke during a time of peak anxiety, Rowan has his head in his hands, probably contemplating his life choices now that Lister seems to be rubbing off on Jimmy, and Bliss still looks shocked that such a joke came out of Jimmy’s mouth, not Lister’s. When things calm down again, I check the time and speak up again.

“Well this has been fun Jim, but I’m afraid I have mad fangirl duties to be getting back to. Shrines to build, fanfiction to write, you know how it is.” I say sarcastically.

“Thanks again, Angel, for being here, and listening. And you’d better be right about that fandom drama.” Jimmy laughs again, although this time I see his smile falter a bit.

“Hey, look at me,” I say, moving as close to the screen as I can without squishing my face on it. “Things will settle down before you know it, in the meantime, we’re all here for you. You’re not alone in this.” Rowan and Bliss nod in agreement, and I see Lister hug Jimmy closer. Jimmy takes a breath and nods as well.

“Thanks Angel. And good luck with your exam. We’ll see you over the holidays.” He smiles.

“Yeah you got this Angel, go smash it!” Bliss chimes in, giving me a thumbs up and a grin. I say one last goodbye to them all, and hang up.

I look back down at my pizza, still uneaten. I need to stop letting myself get distracted during phone calls. I can eat and talk to my friends at the same time. I’m usually a master at it.

“Fereshteh!” I look up again. Either I’m going loony, or someone just said-

“FERESHTEH!” I turn around and see Mollie and Christina barrelling towards me, with the most excitement I’ve ever seen on a students’ face during exam season. They crash into my table and both start talking at once.

“Have you seen??”

“Did you know??”

“How long have they been together?!”

“Oh my god is this why you won’t tell us about what happened in Kent?!”

“Woah, easy on the interrogation! Seriously, you guys need to work on your interview skills.” I put my hands up in surrender and laugh. Mollie rolls her eyes at me.

“So? Did they tell you or what?” She asks again. I roll my eyes back at her.

“You know I don’t want to tell you guys anything about the boys. They trust me, and I’m not going to fuck that up because of some shit a tabloid prints.”

“How dare you appeal to our morality and ethics, we want gossip dammit!” Christina giggles, lightly banging her fist down on the table.

“Then stick to the Twitter pages.” I stick my tongue out at her. Mollie and Christina are two of my housemates, and are part of the Ark fandom. I never planned on telling them about Kent, but they figured out who I was thanks to the pictures of me and Jimmy on the train. I didn’t think you could tell it was me, but fangirls are like master detectives. They figured it out in less than a week. They haven’t told anyone though, they’re good mates.

“So how are you feeling about all of this? Whether you knew or not, having it out in the press like this is a lot to handle, especially after last time.” Mollie says, now in serious mode.

“It is a lot, definitely, but they’ll be fine. They’ve had this happen before and they know what to expect from the fans. I just wish I could be there for them.” I say, sitting back in my chair.

“I get

that, it must suck that you guys are so far apart now.” Christina chimes in.

“I mean it’s not like we ever lived close to each other before. The only reason we even crossed paths over the summer was because I was staying with a friend. But yeah, being away from them all is kind of hard sometimes.” I sigh dramatically, making Mollie and Christina grin.

“Are you going to visit them over Christmas?” Christina asks.

“I’m definitely going to visit my friend in London again, for a day or two, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to see the boys.” I quickly lie. “They cut back on public events but they’re still really busy most of the time. And this,” I gesture to my phone “definitely won’t help.”

“We’ll keep an eye on fandom updates for you, and try to shut any mentions of Jowan down,” Mollie says, reaching across the table and giving my hand a gentle squeeze. I squeeze hers back and give her a grateful smile. I mostly stopped interacting with the fandom after meeting the boys, reading fanfiction, and discussing theories with other fans just feels weird and creepy to do when the people you’re talking about are your friends. So it’s nice that I have Mollie and Christina looking out for them, and doing what I can’t. Christina has a pretty big following on Tumblr, and Mollie’s a Twitter ace, so I trust them to hold their ground with the fandom.

“Okay, you don’t have to give us any details, but genuinely, what do you think of Lister and Jimmy as a couple? Because I don’t think the fandom could handle a breakup.” Christina says after a while, making me laugh.

“Pfft, yeah I don’t think the boys could handle a breakup, either.” I smile. “But honestly? I think they’ll be good for each other. Lister is good at helping Jimmy relax and step out of his anxiety bubble, and Jimmy can help reign in Lister’s chaotic energy. Plus they’re freaking cute together, I mean just look at this picture!” I finish, gesturing dramatically to my phone again.

“They are so cute!” Mollie nods in agreement. “I’m actually shocked no one thought to ship them together before.”

“That’s the Jowan storm, for you,” Christina adds. “Can’t believe we ever shipped that.”

“So gross.” I shudder at the thought. Suddenly the alarm I’d set this morning went off, making us all jump.

“What’s that?” Mollie asks. I check the screen and practically leap out of my seat.

“Oh shit, my exam starts in 10 minutes!” I say, gathering my stuff up as quickly as I can. I say my goodbyes to Mollie and Christina and start running back across campus to the exam hall.

I make it just in time, much to the invigilator’s chagrin, check my bag in at the desk at the back of the hall, and collapse into my assigned seat. The exam starts, and it’s only when it does that my stomach reminds me that I never actually ate lunch. Shit.

I start to silently scold myself for being so stupid, when my mind starts drifting to the video chat with Jimmy and the others. He and Lister looked so comfortable with each other. Makes sense, they've known each other for so long. But even still, Jimmy looked so much happier once Lister sat down with him, and Lister himself practically seemed at home with Jimmy’s arms wrapped around him. I smile at my exam paper.

I’m so happy for them.

#osemanverse #i was born for this #iwbft #bicci #angel rahimi #jimmy kaga ricci #lister bird #juliet schwartz #bliss lai

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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 5

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 8.7k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

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Seohyun woke up to her phone buzzing. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, checking who was calling. It was San. She declined the call to read the several text messages he had sent. It was something about how they were all going out for lunch and she was joining (funny how they'd stop asking now, just said it) and that she was... to go on a date with him later.

She texted back a simple OK and checked the time. It was already almost afternoon- she had slept in. After showering, she was brushing her teeth when she paused.

It was gonna be her first date with San.

"Ayyy~" she waved at her reflection, resuming. She wasn't one to make a big deal out of stuff, but she had to admit it was... a little bit exciting. And she couldn't say the same about San. He seemed like the type to take these things serious, like first dates. So she decided that she did not want to disappoint him and would put in a little bit effort.

Seohyun checked her wardrobe. She didn't have much 'cute' stuff. Her first priority was always comfort when she picked her clothes. And they were usually monochrome or dark colours. She didn't like wearing bright stuff. Her only mildly cute outfit was the green dress she'd worn the last time with Jiwoo.

She moved on way too early, Seohyun thought. There was no one to help her dress up now. Her mom...

Seohyun realized there was something. Her mother had given her some sort of a top for her birthday last year. She had buried it in the back of her closet because she had deemed it too 'fashionable' for her. Seohyun threw her clothes out to find it. Indeed, it was still there.

It was a purple blouse with lace around the neck and tiny pearls. She shrugged. She'd pair it with pants and ankle boots.

After dressing up and tying her hair in half a ponytail, she stood in front of the mirror. She looked presentable, if one ignored her still-puffy-from-sleeping face. She sighed and put on the only lip gloss she had. That could do. She smiled at her reflection once before grabbing her phone and leaving the house.

They were meeting at a new café that Yunho and Yeosang had been wanting to try on forever. Yeosang had assured them it had good reviews for their desserts too. They were all already there by the time Seohyun reached. She had spent a good minute admiring the exterior of the café while the boys laughed at her unaware self, watching her through the window.

Mingi waved at her once she was inside and they made space for her. After exchanging greetings, they decided they would order food first. They decided on ordering two of everything and sharing, and once they gave the order, they all looked at Seohyun.

"You look... like you actually made effort today," Hongjoong commented.

"What do you mean?" Seohyun asked, forgetting for a second.

"Hey, don't say that, or she'll never dress up again," San pouted, and Seohyun realized, looking down at her dress.

"Is it too much?" she asked, "I've actually, honestly, never made effort. So I need honest reviews."

"It's not too much, it's perfect," Seonghwa assured, "In fact, you could have done more, but since this is you, it's perfect."

"That sounds.... like a compliment and insult at the same time, thank you Seonghwa."

They laughed and Yeosang said, "Hongjoong's the fashionista. You should only ask him."

"Yes, yes, Seonghwa's right. You look good!"

"That's the only top I had," Seohyun sighed, looking at San who was staring at her with an adorable expression on his face. "The rest of my wardrobe, you've seen."

"I guess we're going shopping then after this. I hope you have the card on you that you liked to flex about so much," Hongjoong smirked.

"I do-"

"But we're going on our first date today-"

"WHAT?!"

Seohyun face-palmed. San had done it.

San looked at Seohyun for help and she sighed. "Well, no need to over-react, Wooyoung. As you all know, San and I are... sort of, uh... dating?"

Yunho snickered first before everyone started laughing at how awkward Seohyun suddenly got, and it was her turn to look at San for help. It wasn't everyday she lost her demeanor. Falling in love did make one a different person, she realized.

"Yeah, so you're sort of dating?" Jongho wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yes, Jongho, we're DATING." Seohyun said, "And San was planning to take me on our first date after this."

"You haven't been on your first date yet?" Wooyoung asked, "But it's been days now that you've been together! Sannie, you disappoint me!"

Before San could choke Wooyoung, Seohyun interrupted, "It was me. I was busy dealing with ghosts. It turns out Jiwoo had actually been a saint. Did anyone of you know that she used to do half my jobs?"

Everyone fell silent as they listened, "She was never 'bored' of coming to school with me. She just had so much time to kill that she'd help ghosts instead of me. I kind of miss her more now."

"That's sweet," Mingi said, "She really was a great friend."

"I know right! Anyways, this is the reason we haven't had our first date yet."

Other than San, the boys shared looks, and Seohyun saw with dread the devilish smirks appear on their faces as they announced: "Too bad! We're crashing your first date!"

San groaned and dramatically fell back in his chair while Seohyun gaped at them. "I-I'm speechless for once." Laughter filled the room as she said, "If that's what friends are for, I think I'm gonna change my mind..."

Before anyone could protest, food came and they started discussing Hongjoong's love for fashion and the various items he had reformed. Hongjoong assured her if she had a clothing item or something she would like to reform, he was the man.

"I do have this denim jacket that I'm too attached to," Seohyun thought about it, "Can you write something cool on the back of it?"

"Yes, just give me the jacket whenever you can. It'll take no more than two days, unless we have exams."

Seohyun looked at Seonghwa for confirmation and he nodded. "He also makes custom bracelets for us."

"Nice," Seohyun said, "I'd like some too," she wiggled her brows at Hongjoong, who laughed and nodded.

"So what were you gonna do on your first date?" Wooyoung and Jongho leaned in and asked Seohyun.

"San was the one in charge, ask him," she said.

"I was thinking we'd just walk aimlessly around the city..."

They both tsk-ed at San, muttering something about how he was an 'amateur' and would probably bore me to death.

"Hey, that's a nice idea actually. I don't mind."

"You're just saying that to be nice," Jongho said and Seohyun folded her arms.

"I don't say things to be nice, Choi Jongho."

Everyone hooted at that, having heard her, and Seohyun stared at her drink intensely, contemplating if she should 'accidentally' spill it on everyone.

"But she's right, actually," Yeosang said, "She doesn't say things to be nice. If she didn't like that idea, I'm sure she would have said to San with a hidden insult in between. I'm right, aren't I?"

"Thank you, Yeosang," Seohyun said, "I love you."

Yeosang saluted and San pouted, "Hey! You haven't even said that to me yet!"

Everyone was silent for a good minute before they burst out laughing, including Seohyun. San's pout went bigger and Seohyun poked him.

"Ayyy. I say that everyday, just not in words."

"OHHHH!" Everyone hooted and San actually smiled, trying to hide a blush but failing.

"How do you say it then?" Mingi asked, wiggling his brows, and Yunho made kissing sounds in the air, earning a smack from Wooyoung who was right beside him.

"Next time I encounter a dangerous ghost, I'm actually gonna befriend them," Seohyun said, smashing her now empty glass on the table as she glared at them, "I have a few ideas of how to make you all suffer."

Yunho snickered and Mingi immediately bowed, muttering praises about how Seohyun was the most kind girl he'd ever met. It was Seohyun's turn to smirk.

After they were done eating, everyone got up and they decided to go to the mall. It seemed like Hongjoong was bent on getting her good dresses, and he whispered to her that she should wear them on her dates, which actually made Seohyun flush for a good second.

"Hi," San said, holding her hand in his. He was walking with her now, both at the end while the others were ahead.

"Hey," Seohyun smiled, squeezing his hand subconsciously as she continued walking forward.

"Did you know purple is my favourite colour? I love this on you," San said, and Seohyun smiled.

"I did not. You'll have to thank my mom for this," Seohyun said, "She got me this for my birthday last year,"

"Oh, when's your birthday?"

"21st December."

"Right. So we have about two months. Is there something you want?"

"I wish my mom would be home actually," Seohyun said, "The last birthday I had with her was my 14th. I actually had fun then. Mom's friends had come, there's one that I'm close with. We had a banger then."

"That sounds fun," San smiled.

"It was," Seohyun smiled wistfully, "Now she's always busy during that time. So she just sends me a gift and a cake. And I spend my birthday alone."

San felt quite sad to hear that. "You won't be alone this year, I promise."

Seohyun looked at him. He had said that with such clarity that she believed him.

"I have a feeling that won't be the case," she suddenly said, and San almost stopped.

"What do you mean?"

"It's my gut. It's always right. I suppose it comes with the ghost thing. I just suddenly felt that wasn't going to be the case when you said that."

San put his arm around her, "You probably felt that because you've spent most of your birthdays alone. But now you have us, and there's always a chance your mom could come too. I can assure you, you won't be alone this year."

"Maybe," Seohyun let herself hope, pushing the feeling of dread back.

They reached the mall and Seohyun watched as Hongjoong and Wooyoung took the lead, discussing what would go well with her hair and skin colour, stuff that Seohyun didn't quite understand. She was too busy rejecting the ones Yunho, Mingi and Jongho were picking for her, making sure they got bright yellows and neon shades just to annoy her. They were having quite a laugh.

Seonghwa, Yeosang and San had disappeared to another shop it seemed. Wooyoung threw a top at her, ordering her to hold on herself so they could check.

"This has too many beads," Seohyun muttered.

"There are literally only 6 beads on it, stop being a child," Wooyoung said, snatching the top back from her and she pouted as they put it in the cart.

Hongjoong held another top, checking its size.

"Isn't that too short?" Seohyun asked.

"It's a crop top, Seohyun, of course it is short."

"That's basically the size of a bra! How am I supposed to wear it?!"

Hongjoong and Wooyoung tsk-ed at her. "It's not, it comes to your waist. Wear it with high waisted pants and a jacket if you can," Hongjoong threw it in the cart.

Seohyun threw her hands in the air as she looked back, the trio laughing at her misery. They were clearly enjoying. A thought struck Seohyun. She went to the three of them and asked if she should buy something for San.

"I guess he could use a new jacket," Yunho looked at Jongho and he nodded, "He's been using the same two jackets since forever."

"Help me pick," she said and dragged them to the men's section, and they picked a black denim jacket, putting it with her clothes so San wouldn't be suspicious.

After about 15 minutes, they were all done, and San, Yeosang and Seonghwa joined them as well.

"Where were you all?" Seohyun eyes them suspiciously.

"Just looking around," Seonghwa nodded, and San scratched his neck.

After they all got ice cream as refreshment, they decided to part ways, and Seohyun thanked Hongjoong and Wooyoung sincerely, saying she'd use them well.

"I'll get you both something too. Tell me what you want."

"You don't have to, just wear them, that'd be a gift," Wooyoung laughed.

"No, I can't! You guys put so much effort. I'll get you both something, just you wait," Seohyun promised.

San and her decided to walk back home, carrying the shopping bags with them.

"This is not how I had imagined our first date would go," San admitted.

"I had fun still," Seohyun smiled, "And anyway, the day is not over yet."

"It is! It's 7pm already!"

"Well, what do you say I take you on an adventure after we drop these at home?" Seohyun wiggled her eyebrows, saying, "Unless you have to go home."

"Well, no one's home today so..." San smiled, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Alright, I'll follow you."

Seohyun smiled, skipping as she walked, making San laugh out loud.

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San and Seohyun reached home, dumping the several shopping bags in the living room. They decided to eat dinner and rest a bit, and Seohyun said she'd take him somewhere, but it had to be a surprise.

After they got fresh, they had ramyeon and Seohyun fished out a jacket from her wardrobe. It was gonna be chilly. She went to the living room, searching for San's jacket and went to San.

"Try this on," she said, and San got up from the sofa, trying the black jacket on. "Where we're going, it's gonna be a bit chilly."

"Wow, it fits perfectly," Seohyun stood back to check. "It's a gift."

"Really?" San looked down at the jacket. "Did you get this today?" Seohyun nodded. San smiled, thanking her with a hug.

They locked the house, grabbing only a bag with water bottle and chocolates. They took a taxi, a 30 minute drive to a hill. Seohyun told San she knew a shortcut to get to the top, and indeed, after a short hike, they reached the top.

"The view is amazing," San said, admiring how the full moon lit the night sky, the stars in the sky bright too. The city lights down seemed like stars too.

"A few months ago, a ghost teleported me here. He had died of an accident somewhere around here, and wanted help finding his sister, who had passed away with him. Jiwoo was with me, thankfully. It took us the whole day but we found her."

"Wow, I'm glad Jiwoo was with you," San said, and they both sat on the grass, facing the moon. "Imagine if you were alone and had to go back."

"Oh, I'm not sure if they even moved on. They said they wanted to spend some time together before they moved on, since they weren't sure what life ahead had for them. They might still be enjoying the ghost life."

"Really? Isn't that... dangerous?"

"They did promise. I said I'd come back after a year, and if they hadn't moved on by then, I'd personally exorcise them."

San laughed. "That's kind of you."

Seohyun winked at him. San was looking at the stars, and she took that time to admire his side-profile. He really was a work of art.

"Byeol," San said.

"What?"

"I'm naming our cat Byeol. Now that's an acceptable name, isn't it?"

Seohyun stared at him. "I mean, I was okay with Shiber too..."

"HEY!" San tackled her, tickling her everywhere and Seohyun laughed loudly, "Do you know how much time I spent thinking of a name for the cat!"

"Stop!" Seohyun laughed, and San stopped tickling to hear her out. "I love it. Byeol. Shiber. Whatever you wanna call her."

San shook his head at her. Seohyun realized he was still on top of her. San was staring at her, rather intensely.

San touched her hair. It was a habit of his now, playing with her hair. The grey in her hair was shining thanks to the moonlight. Her eyes shone just as brightly. Her mouth was slightly parted, and San ran his thumb across her lips.

"You're beautiful," he finally said.

Seohyun wanted to tell him that she was not, but she was too flustered to say anything. His broad shoulders blocked the moonlight, making his figure shine instead. He leaned in and kissed her softly, taking his dear time, making sure every peck was slow and good.

Seohyun's internal state was a mess at this time; her heart was beating too loudly, her stomach rolling too furiously, and her mind- oh it was an absolute mess. So she just let him kiss her senseless, her hands going through his hair and back to cup his face as they kissed.

San drew apart and Seohyun held onto his neck, making them sit, and San joined her forehead with his as they caught their breath. He rested her hands on her waist, and Seohyun gulped as she took his hands and put them on her waist under her shirt this time.

San inhaled sharply at the touch, looking at her for confirmation. He was always so patient with her, which she loved about him. Seohyun cupped his face and kissed him, more forcefully now. San followed along, his hands staying at her waist only, his thumb caressing her skin there. She kissed his neck, earning a satisfying moan from him.

"You're being naughty today," San whispered.

"You're being too good today," Seohyun retorted.

"Don't challenge me, Lee Seohyun," San warned, grinning.

"What you're gonna do, Choi San?"

San shook his head once, taking his hands away from her. Seohyun was going to protest but he took off his jacket and kissed Seohyun so hard that she found herself curving back and back until she was lying on the grass. He kissed her face, her neck, her collarbone, one hand on her waist, one roaming around, and Seohyun was a mess.

"What do you say? Do you regret this now?" San asked, smirking.

"Can't say I regret it," Seohyun answered, out of breath.

San laughed, kissing her one last time before lying down with her, holding her close.

Seohyun smiled. "This reminds me of the time when we first kissed," she said, "You were so sleepy."

"I was wide awake internally," San said, making her laugh a little. Seohyun traced his face with her fingers.

"I love you, San."

San's eyes went a little wide in surprise. Seohyun continued, "I know I haven't said it before. I don't know what I waited for. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," San brought her closer as if hugging her, "You didn't have to. I see it everyday."

Seohyun smiled, "Still. I have to say it out loud. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. If I knew love would make me feel pain like this, this weird satisfying sort of pain in the heart, this ache, I would've run away. But I still love you."

"I feel the same," San said, sighing, "I feel scared for you, I'm afraid that you'll get hurt. You do such a dangerous job. I hope I could have been more help. I love you so much that I wish I'd have to do all this instead of you."

"You don't have to," Seohyun said, "This is enough. You, like this, is more than enough."

San couldn't help it; he kissed her again, and it felt like he could cry.

After a few moments, they finally got up. San wore his jacket, and said, "Oh, I almost forgot."

He took out a box from his pocket and handed it to Seohyun. Seohyun opened it to see a locket with a silver star, a single diamante shining in the middle of it.

"It's beautiful," Seohyun smiled, "Is that what you shopped for today?"

"Yep. Come here," San took the necklace from her and helped her wear it.

"Thank you. I'm never gonna take it off," Seohyun said and San laughed.

"Are you saying I should never take this jacket off too?"

"Well," Seohyun shrugged, "If you can manage."

They were laughing when Seohyun's smile suddenly fell from her face.

"There's someone behind me San," she whispered, not taking her eyes off him. "Don't look."

San almost looked away on impulse but Seohyun took his hand, grabbing his attention. "I said don't look. Smile like you were before, quick. Laugh."

San laughed awkwardly, making sure he was smiling. "Look from the corner of your eyes, can you see something?"

San did, and whispered, "I think I see something moving to your left, but it's a bit far I think."

"It's not good," Seohyun whispered, and San understood. "We're gonna have to make a run for it. On the count of three?"

San nodded, squeezing her hand.

"One. Two. Three."

San took her hand and made a dash, realizing that they couldn't go to the trail they'd come for since it was in the opposite direction. Seohyun took the lead, dragging San with her, trying to remember the other way. She looked back once and saw a sickly old woman almost caught up now. A little scream left her and they both ran, Seohyun stopping to grab a rock and aim at the woman. It narrowly missed her but distracted her long enough that they gained speed.

"Where's the other trail?" San shouted and Seohyun went through path after path, not bothering to reply. They were probably lost now.

Seohyun was about to give up and face the woman when a pair of hands grabbed her and she felt herself teleporting a few feet away from where they were, gaining more distance. She heard San gasp and looked to make sure he was okay, but hands grabbed her and she was running again.

"You!" Seohyun exclaimed. The boy and the girl- the brother and sister that had died here. She could not believe it.

"There's a cave here, we're teleporting again, grab on tight!"

Seohyun squeezed San's hand and shut her eyes. One moment she was running and the other she had jumped through time and space and was in the said cave.

"You call this a cave?" Seohyun asked. The boy ignored her, peeking out of the 'cave' as he covered the entrance with more tree branches.

San still held her hand, out of breath, taking out the bottles from Seohyun's bag and handing one to her while he drank some too.

"She lost us," The boy looked back and smiled proudly, high fiving his sister.

The boy must have been 16- he was a tall, lean kid. His short hair were spiky and his eyes were the same as his sister's- who must have been a year older. She looked at Seohyun and said, "Didn't expect to meet you like this, Seohyun."

Seohyun wiped her mouth. "Hi, Gayoung." She looked at the boy then, "Thanks, Youngjae."

"We owed you one," he said, motioning them to sit and take a breather. "We've been living here, so we kind of knew about the woman. She's an old soul, that one. I don't think you can do anything about her, best if you avoid her."

"Well, she should avoid me! Next time I'm gonna kill her-"

"I see you haven't changed," Gayoung grinned. "Who's that with you? And why is he not freaking out?"

"He's my boyfriend," Seohyun said, and Gayoung and Youngjae ooh-ed. "He knows. There was some accident, so he can see ghosts now too. Can't touch them."

"Interesting," Youngjae scanned San. "I didn't know we could teleport others too."

"Only because I was holding him. I guess because it was the two of you, it didn't require me to properly hold him. Remember Jiwoo? She tried it once. Took me to the ghost realm accidentally, with him!"

"With him!" Gayoung gasped, "Is that why he can...?"

"Yes!" Seohyun answered, "I almost died making that trip."

San elbowed Seohyun. "You call that dying?"

"Shut up. So you live here still?"

"Yes, we'll actually move on before the year completes," Youngjae said, "We're just waiting for our parent's wedding anniversary. We used to celebrate it, so we just wanna see them happy before we move on."

"Ah, that's good."

"Where's Jiwoo anyway?" Gayoung asked.

"She moved on," Seohyun sighed.

"So she finally remembered? Good for her!" Youngjae said and they nodded.

After catching up a few minutes, they decided it was safe to go back. Seohyun thanked them earnestly, saying she owed them one more now because this was too big a favour. They just dismissed it, telling her to stay safe. They guided them to another shortcut and soon the two of them were on the way home.

They stopped by at Seohyun's first, and San went inside with her for a moment, hugging her, telling her she was so brave for keeping her calm in that situation, telling her he was proud. With a kiss to her forehead, he left for home.

Seohyun washed up and fell on her bed, beyond exhausted. She recalled the day in her mind; it was a day well spent, if you ignored the last part. She smiled as she played the moments in her head; San was such a sweetheart today. She was playing with her necklace as she fell asleep.

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The few days that followed their rather adventurous first date were as normal as they could get, keeping in mind the fact that it was Seohyun's life in question. She had a tremendous amount of school work to catch up to, and several ghosts to help move on.

Having friends actually helped, Seohyun realized one day as she was doing her homework. She was an average student; she'd do great if she tried, and if she didn't... well. So they'd help her with the subjects they were good at, they'd be her personal motivators, and she'd try to return the favours as well as she could.

She'd been thinking about how she could return the long due favour to Hongjoong and Wooyoung. They'd help her update her wardrobe, and the feedbacks she'd gotten were amazing. She supposed San was a softie and would compliment her even if she was in her worst hoodie, but when critics like Yeosang complimented her, she'd feel glad. She didn't really care about how she looked, but it felt good to dress up once in a while. Special occasions only.

Seohyun sighed as she shut her notebook close and got up, stretching. She found herself going to the music room. There were no drums anymore to relieve her of her stress, but she supposed she could do with something else. The violin reminded her of San as she picked it up, and she kind of missed him, so she put that down. She went to the piano, and inhaled. She'd be playing it for the first time now, after Joon Hyuk.

She tested the keys; it sounded out of tune. But she let her fingers naturally roll over them, found herself playing a familiar tune, the one Joon Hyuk had taught her. She smiled as she played. It had truly been a while.

After she was done, she nodded as she figured out what she'd get Hongjoong and Wooyoung. Something they really needed.

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"You're the best!" Wooyoung tackled Seohyun in a tight hug, making Seohyun yell as she tried to push him away.

"How did you come up with this idea?" Hongjoong asked as he admired the speakers in front of him.

"I noticed you could use speakers here without disturbing anyone. And with how loud you all are, you definitely needed it."

Seonghwa connected the speakers to his phone, blasting full volume as he checked them, his mouth turning into an O as he nodded in admiration. "They must have cost you quite a bit?"

"Oh, it's okay. Let's forget about that part," Seohyun waved him off, and Yunho ruffled her hair.

Mingi passed her a juice box and she sipped on it, checking the time. "I have to go now. Mom's coming home tonight."

"Do you want me to walk you home?" San asked.

"Oh, don't bother, enjoy these speakers," Seohyun said, giving him a fist bump as she left. She hummed along as she walked, but she had only taken one turn when she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

Another ghost? She had just dealt with one right after school, before joining the boys in the warehouse.

Something flashed right behind her and she whipped to her left, stumbling. She checked left and right but it seemed the ghost had disappeared. But something about its rotting scent was familiar-

Seohyun's breath left her as she was pushed, and she turned just in time so she'd hit the wall with the side of her body instead of face first. She winced in pain, pushing the hair out of her eyes. There was no one there.

But she didn't have to check who it was. The scent had been enough for her.

Seohyun contemplated running home or back to the warehouse. Ghosts couldn't enter property without the owner or mediator's permission, and since the warehouse was the closest, she decided she'd make a run for it.

She smelt it as she run, dodging one attack but getting scratched on the back near her shoulder with something sharp- she assumed it was nails. Seohyun ran faster; glad for all the running she'd done as a kid, wishing a good soul would appear and help her. But it was only her- a useless mediator with the power to only see and touch the ghosts, against a vengeful spirit.

Seohyun turned and she was in front of the warehouse. She could hear the music blast and she ran even faster if she could, until she came within what she assumed was the boundary of the property. She turned and indeed, she saw the woman, this time in the clear of the day. She wasn't sure if she could even call it a woman at this point; it was a tangle of overgrown hair, pale skin and dark eyes with purple lips. And long, long nails.

Seohyun shook her head as it disappeared and she stood in the middle of the road, contemplating once again if she should go home and risk encountering them again, or going to the warehouse, and encountering THEM.

She threw her hands in the air in frustration and went inside the warehouse.

"Oh, she's back-" Jongho paused mid-sentence as he saw the disheveled figure of Seohyun, with a bruise on her cheekbone.

Seohyun walked to them, looking at San whose eyes were wide. "It's her," she said, "the one from that hill."

San came to her, inspecting her face; the bruise was light, thankfully. "Are you hurt somewhere else?"

"On my back, I think," Seohyun turned her neck to see and indeed, her shirt was torn where those nails had scratched her. San took her to the sofa and Seonghwa brought a first aid kit, Seohyun eyeing it warily. "I should ask why you have a first aid kit."

"For a day like this, I suppose," Hongjoong said, handing her a glass of water. Seohyun looked at him once as she drank.

"How did she find you?" San asked, taking her hand and caressing it.

"It took her a while to find me, it's been more than two weeks."

"What happened?" Hongjoong asked and Seohyun explained, everyone sitting around her to hear her story.

"Why do ghosts start to look like that?" Yeosang asked.

"I don't exactly know, but time does that to them, I think."

"Don't they look scary?" Wooyoung asked.

"They look scary, but I think the fact that they were human once makes it less scarier to me?" Seohyun shrugged. She grabbed the ointment, applying it to the wound on her face. Then she looked at Seonghwa. "Is the wound on my back bad?"

Seonghwa peeked at what he could see from the torn part of her shirt, there were long cuts. "I think you should get them treated."

"Can you do something about it right now? I'll get them treated later," Seohyun said, biting her lip. Seonghwa nodded. He inspected her state, then said in a low voice, "You'll have to take off your shirt."

Seohyun groaned. At times like this, she really did miss Jiwoo.

"Or we can cut your shirt, since it's already torn," Seonghwa suggested, looking at her with a sad look in his eyes.

"I'll take it off," Seohyun said, "Let's not be awkward about this, okay? Which one of you is the best at first aid?"

"Seonghwa definitely," Mingi said.

"Should I do it?" San asked.

"You're the worst at it," Wooyoung muttered, making Seohyun scoff.

"It's just when it's someone I'm close to! I can't bear it!"

The two of them started to argue, and Seohyun decided to stop them. "I'd like you all to disappear to a corner while Seonghwa does his job. Give me some privacy. And San, you can stay if you want to."

The rest of the boys rushed away, and Seohyun bit her lip. "Not how you thought you'd see me without a shirt for the first time, eh San?"

Seonghwa went into a fit of coughs while San gaped at her statement, finally giving in after a few seconds and laughing, shaking his head. "You really pick the worst time for jokes."

"Alright, here goes," Seohyun turned her back to them and took off her shirt, San helping her hold her hair. She was left in a black bra. She wasn't flustered; not when the exposed wound left her skin stinging, and she sucked in her breath.

San helped her sit on the floor and she brought her arms to her chest, her hair covering the rest of her as Seonghwa carefully applied ointment on the three parallel scratches that ran from her shoulder all the way to the the middle of her back.

"She got you bad, Seohyun," San said worriedly, "what if she comes here?"

"She can't," Seohyun answered, "Can't enter property without owner or my permission."

"That's useful," Seonghwa muttered.

"That's actually handy, Seonghwa," Seohyun had noticed the sarcasm in his voice; she supposed he was angry at the whole situation. "I'm glad I was near when it happened." She rested her head on her knees, San watching Seonghwa apply bandages now, so careful with it. He was definitely being extra careful.

San went to get an extra shirt they had around for Seohyun, and Seonghwa finished up. Seohyun peeked at the bandages, impressed.

"Thanks, Seonghwa."

"Don't mention it," Seonghwa put the stuff back in the kit, "I wish you'd be more careful in the future."

"I can't help it, Seonghwa, believe me, I'm the most careful now," Seohyun said and Seonghwa locked his eyes with her.

"I just don't want to see you hurt, Seohyun-ah. It pains me."

"I know," Seohyun sighed, "I understand."

Seonghwa hesitated then patted her head. "I'm sure you did well back then," he smiled warmly.

"Finally. Thanks again," Seohyun laughed, and San was back. Seohyun took the shirt from him and wore it, standing up. "I'll take a taxi now."

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" San asked.

"Oh no, it's okay now. She can't follow me in a taxi."

"Okay, at least let me walk you out."

Seohyun said thanks and bye to them all, and they told her to be careful. San and her walked out of the warehouse, and San grabbed her hand, bringing her in for a hug. Seohyun hugged him back, her arms on his back, smiling.

"Were you scared back then?" San asked.

"A little," Seohyun admitted, "Just glad I was near."

San broke the hug, putting her hair behind her ears, touching her cheek below the bruise. "Does it hurt?"

"This? Nope. The one in the back, yes, a little."

"Do get proper treatment," San said, looking at her worriedly.

"I will," Seohyun laughed, "Don't worry too much?"

"How can I not?" San shook his head, leaning forward to kiss her. "Your taxi's here."

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Seohyun reached home, cleaning the mess around the house, until she heard the sound of the door opening. Her mother was home.

Seohyun said hello and smiled at her. She looked nothing like her mom; she was tall, had pointy features and narrow eyes, and she looked sharp and intelligent. Her dark hair reached her shoulders. She put her handbag on the table and came to gave her a hug.

"How have you been?"

"Just the usual," Seohyun said, "What about you?"

"Ugh, I've been so busy," she said, collapsing on the sofa. "What do we have for dinner?"

"I'll set the table," Seohyun said. She had prepared her favourite dishes with the help of their previous housemaid, who she was still on good terms with. The old woman would drop by every once in a while, and she'd exchange her kimchi and some traditional dishes for Seohyun's pastas and desserts that she loved.

The mother and daughter caught up on studies and work as they ate. She told Seohyun she would have a busy time in the following month, but she'd try to come for her birthday, or else it was gonna be Christmas.

"How's the ghost business?" Her mother asked, drinking water.

"Was going well, until today I encountered an evil one," Seohyun said, "You'd have to help me with a wound I got on my back."

Her mother stared at her. "Are you alright?"

"Oh I am," Seohyun nodded, "I'll deal with her, I was just caught off-guard. She got me for a second."

"I hope you do," her mother said, "Tell me if you need help."

Seohyun smirked at her, "Wrong thing to say."

Her mother laughed, "Yeah, you probably know way more people than I do. Come on, let me have a look."

Seohyun showed her, and her mother winced. She helped change her bandages and gave her a doctor's information so she could visit and get treated, make up a story about how it was a stray dog or something. Seohyun thanked her, and after chatting a while, she left her to sleep.

"When will you return to work?" Seohyun asked.

"Tomorrow evening. I'll see you off for school in the morning. We'll see each other next month then."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight," Seohyun said, coming to her room and lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She wished she had stayed longer. But it was okay.

This was enough.

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A week had passed without further incidents. Seohyun was careful; she'd take taxi if she could, or she'd keep the sibling duo with her. She called them in, saying she'd owe them one if they could teleport her when needed. So the duo happily stick with her, saying they were bored of living in the hills and would like to visit a school too.

The boys had become friendly with the duo; they'd either communicate through San (who had given up now; he was quite tired of being their voice) or through the old-fashioned way: notebooks. They'd pretend to be studying in class when in fact they'd be having a conversation with the ghosts.

"I have a question," Yeosang said to Seohyun in the middle of class. Seohyun, who had been staring at Mingi and Gayoung conversing, looked at Yeosang.

"How would you get rid of old ghosts like the one you encountered?"

"Good question," Seohyun said, "There are a few options. I could try to talk sense into them. If that doesn't work, I get help from the good ghosts and threaten them. Like, every ghost had some sort of faith, right? Usually works if you use their god against them."

"But what if they have no faith anymore?"

"Goodnight, then, I guess," Seohyun said and Yeosang gasped. "You take help from actual exorcists then too. I once did. Got quite rough, but it works."

"Sounds dangerous," he muttered.

"Kind of," Seohyun agreed.

Seohyun was walking home after school with her new ghost friends when she sensed something amiss. "Just when I thought it was over."

Gayoung and Youngjae covered her back and front defensively. The woman appeared out of nowhere, stopping when she saw the ghosts.

"Well, well," she said, and Seohyun winced. Her voice sounded creepy. "What do we have here?"

"What do you want?" Seohyun asked.

"Death of you," the woman laughed, "Don't try to talk me out of it. You can't."

"What good is that gonna do to you?" Seohyun asked, genuinely curious.

The woman laughed again, this time sarcastically. "Don't tell me you didn't know? When a mediator dies, there is a short time period during which there is no other mediator in the world. That's when ghosts can do whatever they want; trespass, interact with humans, and much more."

"How is that true? I mean, if it were really true, more people would be trying to kill me, won't they?"

"Oh dear," the woman smiled this time, all knowingly, which sent chills throughout her body, "That's why it's a secret, isn't it?"

Gayoung and Youngjae shared looks. If it was true, they could interact with their parents, which was all they wanted. But they wouldn't harm Seohyun for that. Not after all she had done for them.

"I'll be back, girl," the woman's voice was sure, "When you least expect it. And I'll make sure I hear you screaming before you die."

The three of them watched as she gave her a long final look before she disappeared. They were quite for a few seconds and Seohyun caught her breath. "Don't tell me you both want to kill me now too."

"Oh, we wouldn't," Gayoung said, "We really wouldn't."

"You sound very assuring, noona," Youngjae said sarcastically, earning a tsk as he looked at Seohyun. "Let's get you home. We'll look for someone else who can get rid of that old bitch."

Seohyun nodded and they walked home, the duo arguing while Seohyun just walked blankly. She couldn't get the look the ghost had given out of her head. She sounded so sure. As if she had something already planned for her.

Seohyun sat in front of the TV for hours, her mind blank. All she could think was how her gut had felt when she'd said that. As if that was something that was bound to happen. Was she really gonna die?

Seohyun had never been too afraid of dying; not like an average person. For her, it was a life full of danger. She had welcomed and played with aspect of death. But her life had changed drastically over the past months. She had found people to live for. And that meant she was more scared this time.

Her phone buzzed and she read the text. It was from San asking if she wanted him to come over. Seohyun bit her lips in thought. Then she texted 'come over with chocolate ice cream please'.

And San did so. They sat on the sofa, watching TV and eating ice cream as they talked about this and that. Seohyun somehow found it very easy to talk to him, and so did San. He told her all about how he used to live in the countryside when he was little (hence the slight accent), he had mostly grown up with his grandparents because his parents were busy people.

"Don't you miss your parents when they're away?" Seohyun asked. Her ice cream was finished.

"I do, of course. Don't you?"

"I miss my mom sometimes," Seohyun admitted. "She's not as bad as you all think."

San gave her a pointed look and she threw a pillow at him, which he caught. "Come on, you have to admit. She talks to me. She let's me do normal stuff. She doesn't think I'm crazy. And she remembers my birthday every year. That's more than I can ask for."

"Don't you wish she did more?"

"I used to, but then I just accepted it. It's just the way it is."

San looked at her and spread his arms for her. She just threw another pillow at him, rolling her eyes. "I'm serious."

"Okay, okay. What about the ghost?"

"Well," Seohyun sighed and told him what had happened. San listened intently.

"Is there something we can do about it?" he asked.

"I'll go to that exorcist I know, but San," Seohyun turned to face him, "Something's different this time. I can't shake the feeling that something bad is gonna happen."

"It's probably just you overthinking?"

"No, it's different this time," Seohyun sounded sure, and San was actually surprised, "Something is gonna happen and it's gonna be bad. God, I want to cry."

San watched as she put her head in her hands, sighing. She heard San scoot over and she scooted away. "If you hug me now, I'm afraid I'll really cry."

"It's okay to cry, Seohyun, come here," San grabbed her arm and brought her in for a hug, and Seohyun let herself cry. It had been so long since she'd last cry.

"I'm sorry," Seohyun said, sniffing, "I miss Jiwoo a lot, if she was here, she would have handled this so well. I can't help but feel scared for you."

"Do you think something's gonna happen to me?" San asked as he patted her head.

"No. I don't know. I don't know and it's making me so frustrated," Seohyun said and cried harder. San only patted her back, muttering comforting words.

Seohyun drew back and wiped her face. "Sorry for crying on you."

"Anytime," San laughed. "I can understand that you're scared Seohyun, tell me what I can do for you."

"Just- stay with me. That's enough."

San nodded, taking her hand. "Do you want me to play something for you?"

Seohyun raised her brow, "Can you?"

"I can play the piano a little bit, unless you want me to play the violin and scare the dead away."

Seohyun laughed, "Let's go."

They went to the room, and San showed her what he'd learnt from Hongjoong of the piano. Seohyun appreciated the gesture, and on his insistence, she played the violin for him again, and he watched her adoringly.

When she was done, she put the violin down. "I came here a few days ago. I wanted to play the violin but I couldn't because it reminded me of you and I missed you. I played today. It seems like now I only play for you."

Seohyun was packing the violin when San hugged her from the back, his arms around her waist as he rocked them back and forth. Seohyun smiled. He was such a romantic.

"I like that," he whispered in her ear, making her laugh because it tickled. He nibbled on her ear, making her laugh.

"It's like the music room does something to you, San, you become such a romantic."

"I can assure you I'm the same anywhere else too," he said, still hugging her.

Seohyun looked at the clock. It was already 10 pm and they had no school tomorrow. She broke the hug and looked at him, his hands on her waist now.

"I know it's too much to ask, San, and I need you to give an honest answer, okay? I won't mind. But, can you... stay here tonight?" Seohyun almost whispered, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I'm just- I can't be alone tonight. I feel it. Something's gonna happen."

San touched her face, nodding. "Of course. If you want me to. I'll leave early in the morning."

Seohyun sighed in relief, a tear escaping her eye, "Thank you, San. Thank you."

San wiped the tear from her face. He felt scared about how she was feeling too. It was so unusual. Seohyun was always so strong, and she felt so... human. He couldn't leave her like this. He bent down and kissed her lips slowly, her arms going around his neck and her hands in his hair, clearly glad for the distraction.

She broke apart and took his hand, taking him to her bedroom, only the dim lamp on. She pushed him on the bed, surprising him, as she shut the door and kicked off her shoes, climbing on the bed and sitting on his lap. His arms were holding him from lying down and Seohyun went to cup his face and kiss him, so deeply as if she was saying her thanks through this. San's stomach turned, his heart beating wildly and he took the chance, taking one arm to grab her, but fell flat on the bed.

Seohyun was now on top of him. She stared at him for the longest time, and it made San feel so many different things. He saw the necklace he had given her dangling off her neck, and his hand went to touch it as a smile made its way on his face.

Seohyun smiled too then gave him soft pecks on his lips, both of them smiling through it. She was taking her sweet time and San had enough. He flipped her down, now on top of her, making her gasp in surprise as he smirked. But his smirked wiped off as she leaned forward and took his shirt off, running her hands through his toned body.

"Damn, San, I didn't know you worked out," Seohyun smirked.

San only smiled as he kissed her, loving the feeling of her hands all over him. His hands went to her waist and she broke apart for a second, motioning him to unbutton her shirt. San looked at her to make sure it was okay and she nodded, rolling her eyes but smiling.

"Is your wound okay now?" San asked as he unbuttoned her shirt.

"Probably left a scar," Seohyun muttered and he made her sit so he could check.

She was right. 3 parallel scratches had left their scar. It would take time to fade. "You reminded me of that ghost again, San. Distract me."

San kissed her bare shoulder, making her gasp, and kissed and nibbled on her neck, playing with her necklace. Seohyun moaned and felt San smile. She slapped his shoulder, making him laugh. "You asked for it," he said.

"I'm gonna make you moan so loud, Choi San-"

"Sshh," he said, kissing her passionately. Seohyun took that chance to bite on his lower lip while her hands gripped his waist now, and that earned her a moan. It was her turn to smile. San kissed her some more, before lying down with her, pulling the covers over them.

"It's late," he said, bringing her closer, "Sleep now."

"I don't wanna..." Seohyun said, putting her arm around him and kissed his neck, earning a sigh.

"I'm not gonna be able to stop if you keep doing that," San sighed. Seohyun melted at his words.

"Glad to know that," she whispered, but just hugged him, kissing his shoulder innocently now.

"I love you, San. You know that, right?"

"I know," he whispered back.

"I should tell you that everyday. Hell, I should have told you that everyday. I'm sorry."

"Seohyun," San made her face him, "You don't have to. I know that. You don't even have to say it out loud."

"Still," Seohyun said, "I should have told you that everyday."

San stared at her. He kissed her forehead and hugged her. "I love you too. And you know that right? I say it everyday, goofily, jokingly, or sometimes serious. But you still know it, even when I say it as a joke. That's because you know, just like I do."

Seohyun nodded. She buried her face in his chest, going under the covers, his arms securely around him.

"Goodnight, love." San whispered.

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