#doyoung soulmates au

[aemoonie]

i can't decide if i should finish my txt headcanon first or the longer fic i started for doyoung

#soulmate!au with doyoung guys #it's almost done #but i also started a cute little silly headcanon for the boys and now idk what to finish first #( 💭 ) !

[sleeping-sirens]

lips ღ lee jeno

pairing : jeno x fem reader (reader is called sweetheart but could also be gn)

genre : soulmate!au (telepathy + matching tattoos + healing bond + mind reading), established relationship, fluff, romance, a bit of angst if you squint.

summary : jeno had come yet again from another one of his underground fights, all bruised and scratched up and reader is so worried about him.

word count : 1944 words.

warnings : mentions of blood, injuries, wounds, kisses, slightly suggestive towards the end.

a/n : i wrote this oneshot back in 2021 :0 so not that proud of it :(

i’m publishing it here mainly for 🍬 anon! thank you for your sweet words and encouragement, hope you like it 😔

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Heart racing inside your chest, you're pacing around the room while nervously fiddling with your fingers. A deep sigh leaves your clogged throat, wanting nothing more than to crumble and succumb to your sobs.

Your lips are bruised by now from how much you've been biting on them for the past hour. Your eyes roam around the room feeling lost in a world of your own, fear and worrisome bubbling from the pit of your stomach and crawling up your throat, lining your eyes with tears. You don't want to let your weakness take over you. At least not until he comes back.

The black screen of the TV is matching the sky outside, dark and lonely with only you in the middle, not knowing what to do and how to react. The broadcast has ended long ago, and you're now just waiting impatiently for Jeno to return home.

The clock hanging on the wall behind you seems to tick more slowly than ever, the sound of it resonating in the eerily silent living room, conducting an irregular melody with your staggering breaths accompanied by your crazy heartbeats.

Without noticing, your teeth take your fingers hostage, your nerves weighing down on you and tugging on your heartstrings like it's their last lap in a competitive race with nobody but you. Anxiety clouds your mind with thoughts that refrain you from thinking straight. On top of being worried about him, you're furious at yourself for being in this state while he needs you the most right now.

Taking your head in between your hands, you clasp the sides of your face and shut your eyes, completely messed up and failing at concentrating on what you should do. With many attempts at activating your telepathy connection with Jeno, you fall victim to the trap made only by you.

When you hear faint knocks on the door, you stumble around to open it. Your eyes meet two pairs of eyes already looking at you with pain swirling inside them, anticipating your reaction. In the middle of your frenzied state, you notice the slumped body squished between Doyoung and Jaemin, shoulders dropping as if he has no bones to hold his muscles up and head looking down feebly.

Your arms fly to your soulmate, and you hug him tightly, forgetting about his bruised body, and he lets out a pained wince, causing you to take a step back and open the door wider for his friends to get him inside the house. Pressing your lips together to conceal the sob that wants to leave your body, you heavy-heartedly look at him struggling to walk on his feet.

They gently put him down on the couch, tucking his shivering body under the fuzzy blanket that you had already prepared for him. You saunter to the kitchen and pull a bottle of water from the fridge, returning quickly to the living room before you crouch down in front of him, handing the bottle to him.

Unable to make a move, Jeno only lifts his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding lights assaulting his blurry vision. Concern filling you to the brim, you sigh, lowering your head on the couch, reaching over to hold his hand.

Doyoung nudges Jaemin and they both exchange knowing gazes, silently getting out of the apartment and leaving you two alone.

"My precious boy..." You whisper, getting closer to Jeno's burning body and brushing the blue strands of hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

"Can you please turn off the lights?" He croaks out gruffly, voice hoarse and weak from the lack of energy in his body.

You immediately oblige and run back to him, only having the side lamp as a source of light. You hesitantly push his arm away from his eyes so that you can see his face. His eyes gently open to focus on you, but in vain, your face still looks blurry to him. Jeno throws his head back with a groan, doubling his efforts to sit up straight on the couch.

"Come here," He welcomes you to his stretched arms and you carefully join him, cocooning yourself in his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep you company on your way back," You shyly admit. "I couldn't bring myself to concentrate."

"It's okay, sweetheart." Jeno winces in pain when he wraps his arms around you and you worriedly look up at him.

You can clearly see his face now. Bloody scratches are littering his entire face, some cuts too deep with dried blood circling them, and some still fresh and glistening with crimson. The corner of his left eye is turning blue as your eyes travel all over his face, and when your vision settles down, you see the corner of his lips bruised and damaged badly than the other parts of his face.

Sensing you looking at him, Jeno glances down at you and tries his hardest to smile at you without triggering his wounds, but he fails badly, which causes him to groan and hiss at how painful his injuries are. Your fingers hesitantly fly up to his lips, gently skimming over the dried blood, and he closes his eyes, concentrating on your healing touch.

Your senses perk up and you close your eyes to activate the healing bond between you and your soulmate, scooting your body as close to his as possible, uniting your emotions and thoughts and making your souls feel like one.

Jeno hums in contentment, feeling the bond gradually getting to every injury and bruise in his body, sucking in the warmth you're spreading all over him and healing him in more ways than one. He's feeling grateful to have you by his side when he needs you the most, and he wants you to know just that.

"I'm sorry," He suddenly says, leaning his head on top of yours that's resting on his shoulders, and caressing your side with the gentle tips of his fingers.

You heavily sigh, not wanting to break weak in front of him again. Not because he hates it or because you feel ashamed, but this isn't the first time he's come home all scratched up and you have to heal him.

You're always worrying about him during and after each fight.

You have made your opinion about him doing underground fighting clearer than the gleaming linings of the moon that you both have as a soulmate symbol on your wrists, glowing upon your skins and defining you, and bonding you in the universe until the end of times.

The last thing you both want is to upset the other and as much as he knows how much you don't like what he's doing, he can't stop it, and you can't force him to. At first, it was hard to accept it and you guys have had countless fights over this, but as your bond grew strong, your love grew unconditional that you just couldn't let anything separate you.

You're not ready for such heartbreak.

"You don't have to apologize every time you come home after a fight."

"Yes, but-"

"No buts please," you silence him gently. "I'm not mad at you and I will never get mad at you, baby."

"But you're worried now." He insists.

"I'm not." You avoid his eyes.

Jeno bites his lower lips before gliding his tongue across the surface, placing his index and middle finger under your chin to lift your head up. He anchors his piercingly soft gaze on you and you can't help but maintain the eye contact with him, heat slowly bubbling inside your tummy and traveling up your body to reach your face, tinting your cheeks with a rosy blush.

"Don't lie to me," He whispers, leaning his face closer to yours until you're a breath away from each other. You unconsciously part your lips and close your eyes, enjoying his heavy and warm closeness. “I can read your mind."

"I know," you breathe out. "But I also want you to know that I'm not mad and I will never be mad at you for choosing to do something you love. Yes, I get worried, sometimes I feel like my heart will burst out of my chest when I'm watching your fights broadcasts, but I will never force you to stop."

Jeno keeps looking at you with glistening eyes, admiring your supportive words of encouragement and falling deeper and more in love with you than he has ever been. The feelings thumping through his heart with every beat strengthen the soulmate bond, making your own heart speed up its race and causing your breath to hitch inside your throat.

The fingers caressing your chin travel up your face, delivering feather-like touches that leave your skin burning with a new fiery glaze that naturally pulls your body closer to him.

His thumb runs down the side of your face before settling down on your bottom lip, anticipation building up inside of you with every passing second and as Jeno grazes the pad of his finger over your bottom lip, you let out a hitched breath before gaining control over the situation and pulling away from him.

"I really want to kiss you right now," Jeno admits, looking deeply into your eyes and not planning to look anywhere else but at you.

"Your lip is bruised," you reply with a concern-filled voice, and Jeno shakes his head at that.

"Kiss me to make it better." He brushes his nose with yours and slides his arm up from your waist to secure it on the back of your neck. "It'll speed up the healing process."

Before you get the chance to refuse, Jeno's lips softly lay on top of yours. At this moment, nothing matters as you let yourself free fall in love with the softness of his cushion-like lips.

At first, he starts slowly, making sure not to get ahead of himself and feel the pain of the cuts lining his lips. He delivers small kisses, guiding you slowly until you fall into a rhythmic momentum and you both relish in the melodious harmony blooming from within your bond.

Little by little, you both start to feel greedy. It's like your lips have a mind of their own, guiding your bodies even closer together. You place your palms on his chest, the crazy beats of his heart speaking to you from under his skin-tight black shirt.

His staccato breaths send your mind into overdrive and you mindlessly let out a satisfied hum, igniting a fire inside of him he doesn't think he can control. Having you under his arms, with your lips molding against his and your heated body clinging onto his is only encouraging him to push you back on the sofa, landing gently on top of you.

The closeness between you two is helping his body heal faster than he expected. With gentle yet deep kisses, Jeno gets all the energy he needs and you're there to give it all to him.

"I love you." He whispers in between kisses. "So, so much."

Nobody says that love is easy, but when it's with the right person, it exceeds all the boundaries and restrictions and conquers it all.

And as Jeno pulls away from your lips, eyes closed, chest heaving and face heated, you glance up at him with astonishment and appreciation because if he weren't your soulmate, you'd break all the rules just to find him and love him again and again.

"Now that I've secured yet another win," he starts, smiling gently yet sinfully. "Let's celebrate, our own way."

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[loudstan]

Some filler/ponder questions while you study/work on things if you care to entertain... of the boys in the soulmate aus you've written, who is the MTL to win in a "I know my mate the most" like newlywed game/dating game questionnaire? I know they've all got wild bonds with their mates but I've always thought dating games were so fun and I think doyoung would be very upset if he didn't win

uuuff that's a hard one because all of them would swEAR they know their mate the most but hear me out: JENO

he spent months just observing her and getting to know her without allowing himself to make a move. All my boy could do was watch, so he WATCHED. He would notice the smallest things and even correct Jaemin on what he thought he knew about their mate

Similar to Jeno, Jisung had plenty of time to look at you and learn about you. But he didn't speak that much to you because he's shy so he had to fill in the gaps by asking third parties, or just observing you extra hard. He feels very insecure whenever he doesn't get a question right

Next comes Doyoung because after such a messy start he put a lot of effort on making things better and getting to know his mate. Will 100% get very drunk and pouty and start numbering all the things he does know about you and how important you are and omgiosjaffkrioeidsji

Jaemin is another one whose initial interactions with his mate weren't smooth. She was keeping her distance and drinking that potion so he only started discovering things about her once they got together, and then he started the internship,so he wishes he had more time to spend with you

Mark hasn't been in a relationship for long, but he asks so many questions and he just wants to know all the things he didn't get to know because he straight up got a blow job from you before he could ask you out

Haechan is bitter about it but he just keeps making dumb mistakes because he assumes the wildest things out of small details. He saw you looking at a red dress once? Then your favorite color is red and he will get everything red for you. He could just ask?? but he thinks he got it so he doesn't need to???

Yuta makes as many mistakes as Haechan, but he laughs it off and enjoys being corrected because he gets to learn something new about you. Some would think it's unfair you can read his mind but he can't read yours, but he thinks it's fun to discover you the hard way

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[yangtaros]

soulmate au

the part of your body your soulmate touches glows

jaehyun x female reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

gifs by @chenleyah

You walked into the doors of SM. It was day two of practice.

You start to hear people coming in, “y/n!”

Jaehyun runs up to give you a high five but Johnny beats him to it. You laugh and prepare yourself.

“Okay y’all ready for today?”

“Yes maam” Jaehyun said to you.

“Don’t call me ma’am I’m younger than you!”

“Yeah Jaehyun you gotta say Yes ma’lady” Johnny said.

You laugh, “no”

“What should we call you actually?” Mark asked.

“Just my name, Y/n”

He nodded his head.

“Y/n” Doyoung repeated to himself.

“Yup”

You and the guys started to practice. You came up with an idea to have each person do the dance by themselves after to make sure everyone was doing it correctly. While the others went one by one Jaehyun stood close to you whispering little comments.

“I bet I could do this part better”, Jaehyun said as Haechan was dancing.

“I’d like to see you try”

After Haechan was done Jaehyun went up and did the dance to a T.

“Great job Jaehyun, I think you two were neck and neck”

“Neck and neck?”

You nodded and laughed

“I guess I’ll have to impress you some other way” he says faintly.

You blushed, moving on to the next person. Wanting to not think so much into what he just said.

***********************************

“Great job today guys!”

The boys were getting tired. They drank water and gathered their things.

“Thank you” Taeil said, giving you a high five.

“You’re welcome, you did amazing”

He smiled and waved you goodbye.

Soon you heard someone running up to you, you turned around and it was Mark.

“Y/n!”

“Mark!”

“What’s your number?” He handed his phone to you and you grabbed it to put it in.

Jaehyun watched you two chat

“Are you a movie fan?” Mark asked you.

“Yes”

“Do you want to see the new spider-man movie that just came out?”

“I’ve been meaning to see that!”

Mark smiled, “Great!”

Jaehyun felt a little weird about the encounter he was watching.

“Um, I’ve been wanting to see that movie too!”

“Same!” Johnny yelled from the other side of the dance studio.

Jaehyun smiled, “I guess we’ll all go”.

You turned to Jaehyun, “Isn’t it risky for you guys to go to a movie?”

“We usually do the night showings” Johnny responded.

You decided to agree to the inquiry, little did you know the moments that would happen that night.

***********************************

Jaehyun was waiting with Johnny and Mark at the theatre. They all were sitting in the back and walked in the theatre with their hood up and a mask so they wouldn’t be recognized. Jaehyun saved a seat at the end of the row for you so you could sit next to him.

“I might have to use the bathroom so I’ll sit on the end.”

Johnny got up and moved to sit in the spot saved for you.

Well at least she can sit on the other side of me.

He turned to see you walking up the stairs, “Hi guys”

“Hi y/n” They all said together.

You saw an empty spot between mark and jaehyun and assumed it was for you.

“No y/n I’ll sit there. It’s probably easier for you to see towards the middle”

He got up and sat next to Jaehyun, leaving you to sit next to mark.

Jaehyun sighed, which Johnny noticed.

Throughout the movie Jaehyun glanced at the both of you, laughing together at funny moments and sulking together at sad parts. At one point you even leaned on him.

At some points Jaehyun didn’t focus on movie. He focused on you.

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[mochidoie]

in another reality.

kim doyoung x reader wc - 3.6k genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, mentions of alternate realities, slight soulmates?au warnings - making out, implication of sex

people say that dreams are visions from your other realities. in this reality, you and doyoung remain mutuals with the eagerness to get to know each other but without the courage to do so. in another reality, you two are hopelessly in love.

In the darkest of nights, Doyoung shoots up in bed with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and a chill that brushes his wet skin. He is gasping for air, hoping to fill his lungs with a breath he was searching for. He can barely comprehend the dream he had just abruptly woken up from. 

You held his hand as if he resembled the world, as if he could break any minute. Eyes locked, lips were curled beautifully up your cheeks, and an inaudible voice are all detailed before him.

The sea breeze caused goosebumps to arise on your skin, but you were too mesmerized to care. His heart raced out of his chest as your fingertips danced softly across his open palm. 

From what Doyoung can gather, you two were happily in love. 

While the dream was everything he could hope for, he sits in his cold sweat wide awake to the reality where you barely even look his way. Doyoung curses at himself, knocking his knuckles against his temples and groans for having such a vivid hopeless imagination.

“Get it together.” He whispers into the night. 

He falls back against his limp pillow and blinks up at the blank ceiling above him. His arms are spread out behind him with his chest puffed out and a breath held in, “not in this reality.” He exhales and shuts his eyes closed in defeat.

Doyoung sheepishly looks your way, noting the gleaming smile that finally makes an entrance on your face. When he thought he could get away with staring longer, your eyes meet briefly.

He quickly draws his attention elsewhere, as if there was anything else in this world as beautiful as you to admire. The melting ice cubes in his drink clink his glass, creating a separation between water and alcohol. 

“Hey,” Doyoung freezes at the sound of your voice. “Doyoung, right?” Your friendly smile looks so inviting, but he is seriously losing his mind at your sudden presence. 

He nods, gulping at the collected spit in the back of his throat. Your perfume is delicate, as if a scent could match someone so perfectly. Doyoung is suffocated, wrapped up in your trance. 

“I remember you from his housewarming party a while back. I’m –”

“I know who you are.” Doyoung blurts out before he could stop himself. The grip on his glass tightens as he watches your eyebrow raise and lips part slightly open. “I mean, Taeyong talks about you quite often. You are significant to him.” He can barely cover his tracks and he hopes you can’t tell the light blush that has developed on his cheeks. 

Your chuckle reassures him, “I am happy to hear that. Quite frankly, I don’t know anyone else here at this party.” You pause briefly, holding an oddly intense eye contact with Doyoung. “Except you.”

Doyoung swallows hard this time, as he breaks the stare and his eyes wander to his shoes. He clears his tight throat and feels the pressure of silence closing in on him. His heart shouldn’t beat as fast as does right now, but your words have such an influence on him.

“Right. I think we are the only two here that are not from his job.” Doyoung rests his hand on his heavy chest. “Taeyong has always been bad at merging his friend groups.” He laughs dryly.

“Is that why we have never really had the chance to know one another?” He can feel the floor sinking beneath him. Something about your persistence feels new, but too unpredictable for Doyoung to catch on.

Doyoung peers up at you with a hooded stare, sending an exciting shiver down your spine. Kim Doyoung. Taeyong’s best bud from his hometown. A tall, neatly distinguished man with a sharp gaze and a mysterious aura oozing out from around him.

Doyoung has always been a subject of interest, but Taeyong makes it very difficult for the two of you to ever collide. Taeyong talked about his good friend endlessly during university and has often made comments on how Doyoung is caring, trustworthy, and friendly. 

Nonetheless, meeting him at the housewarming party came to be very different from what you had been expecting. Doyoung kept to himself, mostly speaking with other hometown friends. He was reserved, well-spoken, and difficult to read. It was almost as if he didn’t want to meet anyone new. 

Taeyong had brushed off that day as one of Doyoung’s moods, “it’s nothing personal.” However, that day bothered you every time Taeyong would mention his good friend. You’ve always been someone outgoing and easy to get along with, so the silent treatment from someone so close to your best friend felt odd and off putting. 

Nonetheless, Taeyong is a very special person in your heart. You met him on an uncanny night out with a group of your housemates, at the local bar that was spilling with young college prospects that were fighting to have fun on a Friday night. If it wasn’t for Taeyong’s roommate, Johnny, trying to strike up a flirtatious conversation with you, you don’t think you’d ever cross paths with the kind hearted soul. 

He has always been someone that put others before himself, possessing a smile that promised good days ahead for whoever got the chance to meet him. Taeyong feels safe, the stars align perfectly in his presence. You never thought you’d feel this way for someone; Taeyong showed you what it truly meant to be a good friend and to love unconditionally. 

“It’s strange. I feel as though we already know each other from how much Taeyong talks about you.” Doyoung chuckles, and suddenly the world stops spinning. Under the dim lights, Kim Doyoung glows with an inexplicably shining aura. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him smile and Taeyong was right, Doyoung’s smile is contagious. 

“Right, despite this being our first conversation.” Before Doyoung can speak, Taeyong drunkenly wraps his arms around your shoulders. His hair is a mess and his drowsy eyes indicate how intoxicated he has gotten. 

Taeyong slurs his words, “my best friends are getting along! What a sight to see.”

“Yeah, thanks to the help of you.” Doyoung sarcastically teases him, knowing very well how Doyoung has asked him several times to introduce him to you.

“I was hosting! Plus, this is my party.” Taeyong taps your nose and you can smell the alcohol in his breath. Doyoung rolls his eyes at his drunk best friend, who sloppily pulls you into a tight hug. “I am so glad we met, (y/n). You’re such a great friend to me.”  

For some odd reason, his words tug a heavy weight on your heart. Friend, that’s all you’ll ever be to him. Confusion ridden feelings surround the connection you have with Taeyong, constantly stuck in a strange limbo of platonic and romantic. While Taeyong treats you well and is everything you’ve imagined a good significant other would be, you can’t see him as your boyfriend. 

Not to say that you and Tae aren’t compatible, but you two may be too similar to be each other’s partners. You two work in close proximities, but never too close. There is no complementary element in your friendship, you’re two peas in a pod that agree about everything. You two work out too well. 

Doyoung shares a brief glance, nodding at your sheepish expression and understanding right away at your nuance. “C’mon, Tae. Let’s get you to bed.” He slightly lifts Taeyong off of you, the warmth of his body escaping you quickly. 

“Is the party over?” He mumbles, obediently follows Doyoung’s lead. Taeyong keeps his eyes closed, looking quite similar to a koala falling asleep on a branch. Doyoung remains sturdy and solid for him, keeping the tired boy safe and sound. 

“Oh yeah! I’ll go ahead and let everyone know to head home.” Lightly rubbing his back, Doyoung softly smiles at you. Without another word, he carries Taeyong up the stairs to his room. 

Red cups scatter the hardwood floors and half full bottles of cheap alcohol line the kitchen counter. This is the most you have seen Taeyong’s house so messy. As you throw a few pieces of soiled napkins into a trash bag, Doyoung suddenly calls your name in the emptiness. 

“Tae has been put to bed.” Doyoung comes walking toward you with the most accomplished grin and hands at his hips. He had to gain every ounce of confidence to approach you; everything about tonight made him ecstatic, yet entirely blindsided. He had been waiting for the chance to talk to you since the day Taeyong pointed you out in the crowd.

“Everyone is gone.” A relieved sigh escapes your lips. 

“We make a good team.” Doyoung takes a look around at the quiet and vacant home. He marvels at the sticky spills, the rancid smell of alcohol lingering, and the litter that scatters across furniture. 

You laugh gently at his statement, “I agree. If only we had met sooner.” The atmosphere is tight around your necks. The tension rises above your heads, as you’re both trying to gasp for air. You’re noticing how handsome Doyoung’s features are, like a painting that stands out all on his own. Nonetheless, he is doing the exact same and hoping that you don’t see how his eyes wander across your whole canvas.

Doyoung clears his throat in the stiffness and his heart is pounding again, “in another reality, huh? One where Taeyong actually introduced us.” He meant it to be friendly. His tone is light and playful, full of air and without a care in the whole universe.

However, when you respond with a serious edge to your voice, Doyoung ceases at your words. “What if I wanted to know you in this reality? Maybe we just had to work a little harder in this one.”

His hands clam up at your suggestion. Endless thoughts circle around in his aching head, pinching himself to make sure this isn’t one of his hopeless dreams. This is his reality.

“But what if we aren’t meant to meet in this reality?” 

“You’re standing before me, Doyoung.” Taking a step closer, Doyoung doesn’t flinch from his place. His feet are planted in the ground, unmoving and sinking into the floor. “You know how people say that your dreams are just visions from another reality?” 

He gulps the pooling saliva. Doyoung knows exactly what you’re trying to say. Nevertheless, his body fails him at creating a verbal response. His fingertips are slick with sweat and his ears are plugged with the loud drumming of his sporadic heart. A swirling sensation forms at the pit of his stomach and his chest rises and falls irregularly. 

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but…” your eyes trail off and strands of your hair cover over your face. He wishes he could reach over and charismatically brush it out of the way, but he can’t move. In this reality, Doyoung isn’t charming, he isn’t cool and slick, he isn’t alluring. In this reality, Doyoung is a coward.

“I dream of you.” Those very words cause his knees to go weak and realization slaps him right in the face. Doyoung can already feel his throat closing at the thought that you see the same dreams as he does. 

Hand in hand. Eyes locked. The sea breeze against your soft skin, causing goosebumps to arise. A wondrous smile across your face all because of him. 

Doyoung can see it all, feel it all. The intimate scene before him had only ever occurred to him and the possibility that you saw the same thing may have caused him to feel embarrassed.

He swore upon every waking moment that those were only his delusions, that they were his greatest and deepest desires that led to his intrusive hopeless dreams. 

But they weren’t only exclusive to him. You see the same dream almost every night. You wake up with sweat lining your forehead and absolutely breathless, trying to understand the strange dream of your best friend’s friend. 

In another reality, you two were happily in love. 

“I dream of you too.”

Doyoung isn’t sure how you two ended up like this. One moment you two were downstairs wrapped up in a thick tension and eye to eye. The next moment is you two wrapped in each other’s arms and smacking lips in the guest room. 

Doyoung’s body is hot underneath your own, his touch setting a blaze across your skin. He makes the perfect seat, molding so well to your every curve. His lips feel too familiar, as if this was not the first time you two had kissed. 

Knots form in his stomach as he ponders the possibility of exploring more of you, touching more of you, seeing more of you. His imagination has never let him wander that far, as he could never dare think of you that way before even speaking to you. However, his hands hold your waist so naturally as you sit on his lap so comfortably. And, you kiss him so sweetly that he craves more of you. 

Doyoung is not a greedy person, but something about the way you’re gripping the back of his neck and the taste of your lips causes him to react otherwise. He wonders if the desire to be yours transcends through the realities. The intensity of want is stronger than anything he has ever felt, like a cosmic pull toward your every being. 

“Doyoung, do you feel that?” You break the kiss and Doyoung blinks at your swollen lips. You’re reading his mind, like you’ve found your way inside of his thoughts and speaking them aloud. 

“Feel what exactly?” He didn’t want to be wrong. In any chance that he could mess up this perfect moment, he doesn’t want to risk it. 

Leaning closer to him, your lips tickle the shell of his ear. “That feeling of desire.”

The stunned boy has fallen speechless at the chills that run down his spine from your delicacy. A soft moan escapes his lips. “I feel it, so intensely.” He bashfully admits. Searching your lustful eyes, Doyoung holds his breath at what you might say next. 

“Did you still want to get to know me better?” Your hand lightly pushes him down onto the bed and his back lands gently on the plush covers. He blinks up at you, mouth dry and words jumbling all up in his thoughts. You hover over him, and there is only admiration in his stare.

“Only if you let me. I would absolutely love to.” Doyoung mindlessly answers, consumed by the arousal in the air. 

A devious smile curves upward on your face, as you remove your shirt to reveal your bra. “I would love to as well.” Grabbing his hand, you guide him over your chest. “Touch me, Doyoung.” 

Doyoung lays next to you with his chest heaving and lost in a daze. While he has only exchanged a few words with you, he feels something in his heart that causes it to spin in random directions. Could it be sudden guilt he feels for getting to know you the wrong way? How did his other realities do it? 

He isn’t sure why there is a bubbling in his throat, as he lays tracing your features with his gaze. Doyoung wanted to give you a proper love. A love that transcends. A love that knows no boundaries. He begins second guessing your intentions and doubting all the ways he knows about love. Doyoung should’ve waited for you. 

He didn’t want to rush, but your clothes were falling faster than he could stop himself. Doyoung swallows the heavy sigh that almost falls from his lips. 

“What’s wrong, Doyoung?” You keep reading his mind, so effortlessly. Possibly the hesitation in the air causes your mind to spin into a million questions. 

“I just have this guilty feeling in my stomach.” Doyoung starts, turning over to face you. 

“You regret it, don’t you?” You’re quick to sit up and to change back into your clothes. It all happened so fast and he’s holding onto you as much as he can. Nonetheless, you’re slipping away and Doyoung can’t catch you fast enough.

“Wait, please.” Doyoung runs down the stairs after you in his underwear, a whole mess under the fluorescent lights of the living room. “Please, don’t go. I don’t regret you.” 

“Then what do you regret?” Your hand is on the door handle, ready to jump ship at any moment.

This scene feels too oddly familiar. As if deja vu hit you like a mountain of bricks, you swear on your life that this has played before. It may have been in your dreams, you can’t recall precisely. And if you could, you’d fast forward to the ending to see if you end up back in Doyoung’s arms. 

Perhaps you reacted rashly, but it has caused you too much grief to hear those words fall from the supposed person you love in every other reality. 

“I regret…” Doyoung blinks at the ground, searching to find the right words. “I regret not pursuing you long ago and loving you the way you deserve.” 

He carefully takes his steps toward you. His fingertips linger over your wrist and the silence eats him up alive. “I want you to be more than a one night stand. Intimacy is more than seeing the naked parts of each other, it’s so much more.”

Doyoung spins you boldly and you’re face to face with truth. From the depths of your dreams, Doyoung remained the only constant and proved himself time after time how much he loved you.

Somewhere in your reality has caused you to be suspicious and hesitant. And you toss and turn in your bed, wondering for answers from your other realities about how you two ended up together. 

Nonetheless, there was no guidance. There was no handbook. You were left to approach Doyoung alone, and who knew you would have to deal with the shyest of them all? 

“What is more intimate than seeing each other’s naked bodies?” Your question is rather harsh, biting slightly at Doyoung’s skin. He drops his hand from your shoulder and your wrist. Your dreams do not help you while you’re awake, so it feels as if you had said something that may have pushed him back.

“It’s more than seeing. It's a feeling–” Doyoung’s gaze falls to the ground, dancing at the floor and searching for another way to explain this frazzled thought that has lodged itself in his chest.

“ – feeling each other’s emotions. Intimacy is about feeling the other’s emotions and soaking in the medley of mutual feelings. I want to know how you love, how you hurt, and how you thrive.” 

You’re completely speechless. Heart is pouncing at your throat, leaping out of your chest. Out of all the realities, this Doyoung truly knows what to say to have you free falling into oblivion. He may have been shy, he may have been aloof, but he stands before you with a confession so grand that it leaves you without a reply. 

“I suppose I understand.” You barely croak out. The air is thick, as if Doyoung is waiting patiently for you to say something else. “I want to know your intimacy too, Doyoung.” 

And just like that, the wickedly beautiful smile rests on his timid expression so wonderfully. Doyoung still blinks at the ground, knowing that making eye contact with you will cause him to faint. You simply are that powerful.

Doyoung clears his throat, “let me try this again. Hello, I’m Doyoung, Taeyong’s best friend from home. I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

You sheepishly extend your hand out for him to shake, “trust me, Tae talks endlessly about you as well. I’ve been waiting to get to know you.”

Doyoung peers up and matches the sweetness on your face. He takes your hand with a firm grip, thumb rubbing the soft skin between your thumb and pointer finger. “I’ve been waiting too.”

Doyoung had surprised you with a trip to your favorite city. A coastal city that stretches along the beach with warmth of the sun that kisses skin and oceans that fill the air with a salty gentle breeze. 

Today marks your third anniversary. The past three years with Doyoung have been full of love and happiness. It is everything you wished upon a star. Doyoung is the partner for the rest of your life. Deep down, you know he is everything that is meant to be.

In this lifetime, you love him with every ounce of your waking soul. It’s beautiful. The way he looks at you, the touch of his skin against your own, the smile that erupts from his presence, the way he loves you is the most beautiful love you have ever experienced. 

Sitting on white sand beach, Doyoung gazes out at the horizon at the setting sun. The array of pink pigments blast across the sky. The waves crash quietly against the high rocks, eroding away at its textures. Doyoung feels his heart swell up with an inexplicable intimacy. 

You hold his hand as if he resembled the world, as if he could break any minute. Eyes are locked, lips are curled beautifully up your cheeks, and an inaudible voice is all detailed before him.

The sea breeze causes goosebumps to arise on your skin, but you are too mesmerized to care. His heart races out of his chest as your fingertips dance softly across his open palm. 

“Would you come and find me?” Your voice is small, the sounds of birds chirping flood over your question.

“I’d look everywhere for you.” He can’t even begin to pinpoint all the feelings he feels. “Because I love you in every reality.” That is the greatest confession of love anyone could ever give you.

#nct scenarios #nct #nct 127 #kim doyoung #doyoung scenarios #doyoung scenario #nct doyoung #doyoung imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct fluff #doyoung x reader

[crystalls]

Ithaca

pairing: doyoung/taeyong

words: 35k+ (complete!)

summary: With the house overrun with suitors and a mark refusing to fade, Taeyong almost misses the time he was incapable of speaking with his soulmate.

notes: soulmates historical fantasy rolled into a penelope/odysseus au (???)

ao3 / image sources

#nct #nct fics #dotae #kpop fic #my fic #there_was_an_attempt.png #also pretend the plants in ty's panel are ~aesthetic overlay~ #bc i don't have enough energy to carve them out

[mint-yooxgi]

WIP Tag

Tagged by @biaswreckingfics @fullsunrenyoung and @thesafecafeso thank you lovelies!!!

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles that most intrigue them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

I have way too many for my own good honestly, but here's my list of ideas...

OLD

The Forbidden Pool 

Spring Day (Jujutsu Kaisen fic)

Cat & Mouse - Yan!Chrollo

Truth* - Yan!Idol!Taemin

Yan!Volleyball Player!Doyoung (Kageyama!!!)

Kill This Love* - Yan!Artemis!Jisoo

Criminal* - Yan!Taemin 

Yan!Taeil & Yan!Jaehyun

Yan!Fae!Haechan

Yan!Boxer!Namjoon

Scales of Fate

Yan!Grim Reaper!Seonghwa

Yan!Jennie

Yan!Witch!RV Member (Either Seulgi or Irene, maybe both)

Shotaro fic (Maybe Yandere?)

Yandere!Winwin

Yandere!Vampire!Seungcheol (Royal au?)

Yandere!Renjun

Yandere!Jaehyun (Jujutsu Kaisen AU)

Yandere!Jungwoo

Yandere!Vampire!Taemin

Yandere!Mark

Yandere!Villain!Jeno

NEW

Paradise Gardens

To Tempt Fate

Morning Mist

Written in the Stars

The Feral Drabbles

Warmth - Yan!Siren!Seonghwa

Preconceived Notion* - Yan!Soulmate!San

Middle of the Night* - Yan!Creature!Mingi

Network Collab 1

The Library of Illusion ;)

Yan!Demon!Yeosang X Chubby!Reader

Yan!Prince!Yeosang X Chubby!Princess!Reader

Lethal Protectors

Crack!Yan!Vampire!Ateez X Vampire!Reader

Ateez Dead By Daylight AU

Yan!Trickster!Hwa X Chubby!Reader X Yan!Trickster!Joong

Yan!Trickster!Joong X Chubby!Reader

EDIT: I forgot to include Ambrosia: Nectar of the Gods - Yan!God!Jaehyun X Chubby!Reader X Yan!God!Seonghwa miniseries I have planned!

EDIT 2: I also forgot about my Ateez One Piece au lmaooo

There are probably more I'm forgetting, but here's the list for now!! Also, please note an * designates a title in progress

#tagged #mutuals #tag game #wip tag #wip #current wip #coming soon #my writing

[goldinthemtharhills]

Intro & List

Hello hello! I’m TheSunshineDragon on Ao3! I also occasionally write non-kpop works under WoodElfJedi and post High & Low fics under YukensHairtie. 

List of Works:

Stray Kids

Series:

Domestic Doses (Perpetually Incomplete, Platonic Fluff, Slice of Life, General Shenanigans)

The Wind Under Your Wings (Complete, Danceracha with Wings, Platonic, Wingfics, Sickfics, Hurt/Comfort)

I’ve Got An AU For That (Incomplete, AUs, Platonic Relationships, Little Bit of Everything)

Tell The Wolves I’m Home (Complete, Werewolf/Wolves AU, Platonic Pack Dynamics, Wolf!Minho, Angst, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort)

Ash & Oak & Thorn (Incomplete, Magic AU, Platonic Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Let Be What Is, And Be What Isn’t (Incomplete, AUs, Platonic HyunLix)

Yours & Mine (Incomplete, Platonic Soulmate AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection)

Chan the Zookeeper (Incomplete, Shifter AU, Humour/Crack, Hurt/Comfort, Wholesome Vibes Coming Your Way)

The Saga of Chan & His Dragon Menaces (Incomplete, Dragons, Humour/Crack, Magic, Fluff)

The Heart of a Summer Child Born in Spring (Complete, MCD, Terminal Illnesses, Magic AU, Hyunjin-centric, Two versions)

Non-seried Fics:

Threads (One-shot, Based on the I’ll Be Your Man Kingdom Stage, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Magic, Brotherhood)

Let’s All Die Naturally In A Healthy Way (One-shot, MinChan Fic Fest, Platonic Relationships, Androids, Post-Apocalyptic, Hurt/Comfort)

Broken Glass, Pieced Back (One-shot, Rated M, Platonic MinSung, Vampires, Heavy Angst, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Whump)

The Itsy-Bitsy Spider (Incomplete, Spiderverse AU, Hurt/Comfort, Angst)

Summer Breeze Makes Me Feel Fine (One-shot, Jisung-centric, Sea Monsters, Burn Out, Introspection)

You’re Not A Bet I Care To Take (But I’m Going To Anyways) (One-shot, Platonic ChanLix, Assassins & Hitmen AU, Angst, Found Family)

Attachments Have Consequences (One-shot, Spies & Secret Agents, Inspired by District Nine MV, Light Angst, Found Family)

Stabby Stabby (One-shot, Angst, Jeongin Being an Idiot, Hurt/Comfort) 

Ficlet Collection (2023) (Incomplete)

You May Be Idiots, But You’re My Idiots (Complete, Sickfic, Assassins & Hitmen AU, Minho is a Good Hyung)

The 100-Point Children (Complete, Based on a Tumblr Post, Adoption, Found Family, Hyung-line as Single Parents, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

An Objective Reply To A Subjective Question (One-shot, Minho & Seungmin-centric, Canon Compliant, Platonic Relationships, Character Study, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)

I’ll Stand Until I Can’t (One-shot, Gang AU, Minho-centric, Miscommunications, Bang Chan Being an Idiot, Heavy Angst)

Into The Thick Of It (One-shot, Magic AU, Toddler!Jilix, Witch Minho, Fluff, Slight Crack)

Blooming Death In These Lungs (One-shot, Platonic Hanahaki, Angst, Minho-centric, Angst With A Happy Ending)

Drowning Without Water (Deadpool AU, MinChan, Platonic Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD)

SKZITZY

The Ferryman (One-shot, Vague Allegory for Death, AU, Grim Reapers, Kid Fic, Angst, Magic, Non-Linear Narrative)

To The Wind I Go (Incomplete, Magic AU, Wendigos, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Winter VibesTM)

Money Can’t Buy Class (One-shot, Hyunjin/Yeji, College/University AU, Complicated Relationships, Ambiguous/Open Ending) 

NCT

Affectionate (One-shot, Doyoung & Taeyong are Best Friends, College/University AU, Emotional Support Best Friends)

Lord of the Rings

Tiny Legolas Causing Chaos ft. Thranduil The Tired Single Dad (Incomplete series, Family Fluff, Kid!Legolas)

Another Pillow Fight (One-shot, Slight Crack, Aragorn and Legolas being idiots)

The 68 Rules of Middle-earth (List-fic, Crack Treated Seriously)

Quit Snoring Already (Slight crack, Dwarves Causing Sleep Problems)

Transformers: Prime

Transformers Prime: Communications (Complete, Crack, slight OOC-ness)

The Field Medic & The Doctor (Complete, Grief/Mourning, PTSD)

Star Wars: Rebels

The Rebels Prank War (Incomplete, Prank Wars, Slight Crack, Humour)

Merlin

A Nice Thing To Have (One-shot, Fluff, Merlin Gets A Hug)

HTTYD

Cotton Candy Spun Clouds (One-shot, PTSD, Light Angst)

High & Low

We’re All A Little Fragile (One-shot, PTSD, Fluff, Light Angst)

Fireworks (One-shot, Fluff, Injuries, Light Angst)

Crashing Down (One-shot, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

Brother Bear (Little Bear Cub) (One-shot, Modern AU, Angst, Accidental Baby Acquisition) 

Crossovers

Don’t Shoot The Messenger [SVT x High & Low] (Gang AU, Child Abandonment, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

[wooahaeproductions]

what's your fave fic that you wish everyone read? 👀🎤

So one of my fics?

For sfw-Your Eyes Tell (SVT Joshua) I really had a fun time writing a soulmate au and it was just so sweet.

For nsfw-Freeze Frame (NCT Doyoung) Again, I had so much fun writing this and I met so many amazing people while being in this collab (many of which I am in the ever amazing MTG discord server with)

If you meant something I’ve read, please send another ask! 💕

#maren’s asks

[aemoonie]

𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 - 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀​​​​​ ✰

synopsis: as doyoung spotted a tiny birthmark on the back of your arm that seemed to be identical to his own, he panicked. of course it was you of all people – the person that he learned to loathe around campus. always a step ahead of him, always the better grades, and always the prettier smile. how could he not have noticed before?

a/n: lowercase intended. soulmate/college!au, fem!reader. mlist g: angst/fluff wc: 5,1k cw: mentions of food and alcohol, anxiety.

doyoung felt his eyes prickle with dryness as he tried to blink for the first time in a few moments. it seemed impossible for him to pry his gaze off the tiny mark right above your elbow. as if he feared it disappearing in the same way it seemingly had materialized out of nowhere today. or did it? he had known you for a while now and he never noticed it before? it was a dark maroon color, almost shaped like a crescent, laughing at him from across the room. it sent shivers down his spine. it was identical to his own.

panic tightened his chest as he blindly stumbled in the aisle behind him, a group of students passing him as they gave him curious looks. he felt as if his world was turning upside down. this moment was supposed to be something good, something pure, something full of love and light. at least that was what he had been told from the moment he was born. but as he peeked through the bookshelves at you, still sitting at one of the desks in the study hall, all he could feel was his dry throat and flat breathing. you of all people really had turned out to be the one.

it wasn’t that you were inherently a bad person – that was if you were to ask anyone but doyoung. you were smart, a diligent student, you worked hard and tried even harder to be kind to the people you met throughout your life. but for doyoung, you were something similar to the bane of his existence. ever since he started college, you’ve always been better than him. he could take whatever class he wanted, if you were enrolled as well, he could bid his goodbyes to the hundred percent for his grades. because you were always just a bit better than him, you always wrote just a tiny bit more, you always had the best arguments against his and it was driving him mad at best.

even his friends liked to tease and joke about his supposed “one-sided” rivalry between you two. because, to be completely honest, doyoung had only spoken to you not more than two or three times outside of class. though he had never exactly been mad about this, quite the opposite. he had always been more than happy for you two to be parting your ways wordlessly after you had completely humiliated him during class discussion. you even had him question why he was still studying law at the best of times. but doyoung was just as much of a diligent student as you were. you were just a little bit better.

and so, the last thing he expected to see on this thursday afternoon, on his way to study for the upcoming exam (the one you were probably also studying for in this exact moment), was his birthmark on your bare arm, while you were unconscious of anything out of the ordinary happening. at this point, he felt this was all a cruel joke from the universe, putting him with the person he learned to hate before he even had a chance to learn to love. how would he ever manage to get you on his good side, if all you knew of him was spiteful looks and petty remarks?

his thoughts were harshly interrupted as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze.

“what’s gotten into you? you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” johnny joked, one of the few people doyoung still knew from high school. he was also one of the people that could never leave him in peace with his teasing. still, doyoung managed to rip his eyes off your figure, giving johnny a bewildered look. maybe he could play this off. or maybe johnny already saw him standing there between the biology encyclopaedias, creeping on you like some sort of stalker.

“i just talked to mr. choi,” he began, ignoring the burning on his cheeks to get through his lie, “and we’re fucked. the exam is gonna be fifty pages long, at least”

johnny let out a dry chuckle and motioned his head to get doyoung to walk towards the exit with him, his arm still tightly wrapped around the younger’s shoulder. who couldn’t really tell if this unamused laughter meant johnny had not a single care in the world for exams, or that he didn’t believe his lie at all. so, he let himself be pulled out of the library, risking a last short glance over his free shoulder to see you still sitting in your seat, hunched over your books, with the same mark on your elbow. nothing much had changed for you this afternoon, you were still focused on being the good student you always had been.

“you need to go out into the sun more, meet some people,” johnny said, munching away on his lunch. after he had dragged doyoung out of the library, he drove the two of them to the nearest restaurant, whining for something better to eat than whatever the university’s cafeteria had to offer.

“i meet plenty of people,” doyoung grumbled as he shifted in his seat. he poked his fries with the one he held in his hand, though if he was honest, he had lost all appetite for the day.

“the people in your classes don’t count. you probably don’t even talk to them unless it’s to say they suck” the older continued. he had a teasing smile on his face, taking a big bite out of his burger. doyoung scoffed at this, sending a salty glare to his friend.

“so who do i always go out with on the weekends?” he shot back, but johnny was quick to shut him down just as easily.

“my friends. that i made,” his smile grew. “by myself.”

doyoung could only reciprocate an emotionless smile at this, it was pointless to keep arguing against him because he knew johnny was right. this whole semester he had been so focused on being the best in his year (to be better than you) that he completely neglected his social life. if it weren’t for johnny, he probably would’ve never left his dorm on his own. let alone make any friends.

“and besides,” johnny spoke up again, “i don’t think there is anybody else in this world that would get so invested like this made-up rivalry of yours.”

the week of doyoung’s discovery had been flying by for you, barely having enough time to catch up with classes while preparing for the upcoming exams. sometimes you really loathed being a law student, though it sort of was the only thing you knew to be. you had spent nearly every minute of your spare time in the library, revising as many cases as possible and scattering through book after book until you felt your eyes burn and your blood no longer rushing through your legs.

the only strange thing you found was doyoung, the boy you had nearly every class with and who despised you for reasons beyond your best guesses, suddenly disappearing over the weekend. he had been at the library almost as much as you, sometimes you felt as if he was rushing to be the first to arrive. he definitely had the unfortunate habit of hogging all the books you also needed, so needless to say, you weren’t exactly mad when he was nowhere to be found after thursday afternoon.

but there was a curious feeling in the depths of your stomach when he didn’t show for the friday class he had with you. it was the first time you had ever noticed him being absent in a class ever, and it definitely got noticed by the other students as well. some suggested he got finally sick of the endless class discussions, others mentioned rumours of him secretly going crazy, locked away in his dorm room.

you, however, couldn’t help but feel the curious feeling grow into concern when he also didn’t show up to your monday class in civil law. it was hard to tell which confused you more; his sudden absence or your sudden interest in his whereabouts. it wasn’t that he was overly fond of you, to be fair. his attitude towards you made it incredibly clear that he did not like you one bit. and yet, you couldn’t shake your thoughts of him. he was a model student, he was surely smarter than you, and doing brilliantly at college, so why would he suddenly miss classes so late before the final exams?

you barely noticed how harshly you had been biting your bottom lip until your friend shook you out of your thoughts with a nudge. “your lips are bleeding, y/n” she said, her brows furrowed though she tries to force a sympathetic smile on her face.

“i’m sure everyone’s just exaggerating. mr. choi would never make us do fifty pages of cases, he’s way too nice for that,” she continued, spinning her pen between her fingers. if it wasn’t for that nervous habit of hers, you almost would’ve fallen for her encouraging words, but both of you knew better. you could never trust anybody when it came to studying law. it truly brought out the worst in people.

her defeated sigh told you that she noticed the unconvinced grimace on your face, yet she kept her eyes wandering through the room, as if to look for something else to talk about. you had a dim sense of foreboding of which topic she was going to choose next, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a split second as you heard her pronounce his name. it almost sent shivers down your spine, the way you didn’t even dare to say his name out loud. you really had no reason as to why his name suddenly felt so precious to form out loud, it was as if you were scared of summoning him suddenly, or rather, of him never returning again. as if his name was a curse and you were desperate for a last little glimpse of him. of the boy who never spared you more than a snide glance when he passed you in the hallways? of the boy who now seemed more like a dream to you than a real person.

“hello?” you felt your friend kicking your shin under the table slightly. not enough to hurt, but not exactly gentle either. “earth to y/n?”

with a short blink, you trained your eyes back on your friend’s face. she looked displeased, her thoroughly kempt brows furrowing at the sight of your absent-minded stare. “what if he really did… you know?” she said then, as if expecting you to have listened to what she said at all.

“did what?” you blurted out, confusion evident as you were the one furrowing your brows now. “who?”

“you know who! gosh, have i been talking to a wall this entire time?”

she threw the pen that was still trained in her hand over to your side of the table, her motions again just gentle enough that it landed safely between your crossed arms. blush burned deep under your skin now, if she only knew what was going through your mind while she was talking him. what thoughts clouded your mind.

“do i need to call someone professional for you too?” her voice lowered playfully as she continued to tease you, “maybe we need to give the psychology department another visit?”

you tossed the pen back at her, barely missing her chin as she leaned back and giggled. as you were fighting a smile, you still felt bashful, your cheeks were surely still tainted red judging by the way they felt so hot to the touch. but your friend was far from giving up on the topic as she explained that doyoung’s disappearance had been the hottest talk on the campus that week.

“i really don’t know what you want me to say,” you finally said, trying to stay truthful. because if you were being honest, you didn’t know doyoung at all. it felt wrong to admit this, but it was reality. you barely exchanged more than a few words with him, you realized. you wouldn’t even know what to talk about if he sat right next to you in this moment. just picturing it had you drifting off in thoughts again, but your friend quickly caught on this time and continued talking.

“aren’t you at least a tiny bit interested in all of this? remember how you said he was kind of cute at the beginning of the semester?” your cheeks burned even redder at this. you surely did forget that you had mentioned that, as you frantically tried to recall this supposed conversation.

“i thought he was like your archenemy or something,” she added, raising her brows at your fidgeting figure. you wanted to protest as your eyes caught something moving, or rather, someone appearing behind the big shelves shielding your table from the entrance view and making their way towards you. as soon as you took in the figure you felt that curious pit in your stomach again, and soon enough, your eyes locked with doyoung’s. confused by your sudden silence, your friend turned to follow your surprised gaze, not failing to shoot you a last expressive look as doyoung finally reached and stopped at your table, shifting nervously as his shoulders were only turned to you, ignoring your friend completely.

“are you free tomorrow after mr. choi’s class?”, doyoung breathed, he seemed as if he was already exasperated by it all, you couldn’t really tell if this conversation was already too much for his thin patience. he had dark rims under his eyes and a frantic look in them, his demeanour was weirdly nothing like you had memorized. and for a moment you wondered if you had ever remembered him looking this pretty, the way he stood there right this moment, but as he raised his brows expectant of an answer, you cleared your throat and tore your eyes from his frame.

“i – sure, i am,” you finally rushed to say, sneaking a worried look towards your friend, who was eyeing doyoung as if she had never seen him before. “i’d be here anyways, if you –“

“no, i really need to talk to you in private,” he interrupted, and both you and your friend couldn’t help but shoot each other a surprised look. and doyoung surely noticed as he shifted on his heels, cautiously darting his eyes back and forth between you two until he settled on your puzzled expression again. “if you don’t mind of course,” he added quickly and bit his lips before his voice fizzled out in an almost raspy whisper, “it’s just really important.”

it was as if all your nerves were tugging at you at once when doyoung didn’t even bother to show up for class. you kept staring at the empty seat two rows in front of you, and you found yourself missing the moments when you could still stare daggers into the back of his head when he was challenging you in class discussions again.

you mentally cursed him for making you feel so on edge, when you repeatedly had to remind yourself that you didn’t even know him at all. if someone had asked you two weeks ago if you felt anything for the boy, you would only have been able to answer with a nauseating feeling of annoyance. but ever since the day he so suddenly disappeared, you caught yourself staring at random doors, wondering when they’d magically open and have him walk in as casually as ever, seemingly as if he never vanished into thin air in the first place.

the professor’s voice was ringing through your ears as you watched your hands scribble on the paper. you hadn’t managed to write down a single coherent word, instead you drew the same three question marks again, and again, and again. it was not until the people around you started gathering their things and stood up that you noticed that class had ended. it was finally time for your dreaded meeting with doyoung.

you slowly made your way through the halls, merging yourself with the steady stream of students going back and forth between their classes. he had wanted to meet you in front of the library, but insisted on everything being a private matter. your hands felt clammy as you wiped them against your sleeves, but even the most oblivious person could see that you were more on edge than as if you were going to take the dreaded final exam right then and there.

and you tried to ignore the little warm feeling blooming in your stomach as you spotted his figure indeed waiting in front of the library’s stairs, impatiently pacing back and forth, eyeing almost every student that passed him. as if he was looking for someone in particular, and that someone was you. you again tried ignoring the way his eyes lit up when they met your own, and the way his small smile sent a rush of warmth into your cheeks. since when had you been acting like this around him? you had been sure the guy had hated you not too many moons ago and now here you were, almost melting on the spot when all he did was greet you.

“i’m sorry if i sounded so,” he paused, raised his hands as if he was reaching out, but then lowered them again as he continued, “- so cryptic. i hope i didn’t scare you or anything.”

his response almost had you reconsider if you were maybe dreaming this whole encounter, as the kim doyoung was audibly apologizing to you. not only was he apologizing to you, but he looked so sincere about it as well. as if he had beaten himself up about it, would have changed his wording in the past if he could, but he didn’t and here you were, gawking at him as if he said the strangest thing you had ever heard.

“you – you’re sorry?” you heard yourself say, your voice sounded as much in disbelief as he had expected you to be. instead of justifying anything, he silently nodded ahead, motioning you to walk along with him. it was silent between the two of you for a couple moments, up until you left the dense grouping of university building behind you and entered the park area of the campus.

spring was slowly making itself known here, as you noticed the trees growing greener than the last time you had seen them. some even had a few blossoms here and there, and it made you wonder how long it would take until the whole ground would be covered in petals again.

“i should’ve been honest with you,” doyoung suddenly said, keeping his eyes trained on the ground before him, watching his feet as they took step after step, ignoring your confused glances. he surely didn’t waste time when it came to matters of the heart, you thought, he just barged right in. or maybe he didn’t know how to sugar coat. not that he ever did in the past.

“but to be honest, i myself didn’t know until last week,” he continued. “last thursday, i just came to the library to study like always. but then something felt strange,” his eyes shifted to you for a split second, but he was desperate to escape your boring gaze as quickly as he could.

“and when i came to the study hall, i saw you sitting there, but –“ he took in a shaky breath, “i saw your mark for the first time.”

your brows furrowed in confusion as you finally trained your eyes on the ground as well, much to his relief. initially, you were unaware of what mark he was even talking about, almost completely forgotten about the birthmark you had on your left elbow. since it was out of your line of sight, you must’ve not had a proper look at it for months.

“do you know why some people have those marks?” he then asked, cautiously mustering your profile as you still had your thoughts running away from you. your mind was starting to become an intangible web of dots and points in time, eagerly trying to connect as to what all this had to do with his disappearance over the weekend. from this point on, doyoung knew you were smart enough to figure all of it out by yourself, but he wanted to have this conversation, or so he reassured himself. he needed to hear that you understood. he needed to know your reaction.

“i do,” you said, sounding careful, almost frightened. at this point, he didn’t know what feeling was tightening his throat more; the relief of not having to explain it all to you, or the hanging dread of one of you having to say it out loud regardless, and whatever may come after. for you, the puzzle was still coming together. this seemed to be why he suddenly vanished from the face of the earth, he was avoiding you. and why you suddenly felt so different towards him, and even still felt it now. you couldn’t spare him one glance without noticing how the light danced on his skin from between the trees, or how his voice never sounded this soft and melodic before, and how he seemed to have gotten even prettier since he last talked to you, or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

what doyoung had indicated was nothing that happened all to seldom, you had heard plenty of stories of people meeting their soulmates throughout your life, you just never thought you could have been part of that. let alone be an actual soulmate of someone. of doyoung, of all people. your simple words seemed to entail so many things none of you dared to say out loud, and whatever was to be said next could only feel bittersweet on both of your tongues, none of you were ready to face what was inevitable.

it was hard to tell for you to pinpoint the moment doyoung had stopped walking, slowly turned towards you, and finally took in your features. the way his eyes danced on your skin made you feel almost shy, it was as if all previous spite had left him and was replaced it with only warmth. the universe had really gifted you something inexplicable in this moment, as you watched him glance to his feet again, seemingly preparing himself for what he wanted to say next.

“so you also know what it means when i show you,” he lifted his arm slowly, pulling the sleeve of his sweater up as it exposed more and more skin to the march sun. “that mine looks exactly like yours.”

as his sleeve finally revealed the dark spot just above his elbow, you couldn’t help but take in a sharp breath. your eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the sunbeams dancing around you two, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t staring right back on your own birthmark, on doyoung’s skin, as he carefully watched your expression. it felt as if the sight of it finally put the final piece of the puzzle where it belonged, it felt as if the spring sun herself settled in your chest as you slowly raised your hand to let your fingertips brush over his skin. in the beaming sun you could even see goosebumps forming just where your touch had lingered only seconds prior.

none of you dared to let out the breaths each of you were holding, and it suddenly dawned you what you were dealing with. everything he had told you meant that he was the one the universe had chosen for you. he was the one fate had decided to be with you, and to not be able to be without you.

“but why did i never feel anything before?” you said, and if he hadn’t been standing so close, the wind could’ve whisked your words away. but he gave you a gentle smile, almost an apologetic one, as he slightly shrugged his shoulders. “for some reason we had to see it for ourselves.”

and you finally wondered what he had been doing for the past few days when he was avoiding you, you wondered if he felt as scared of this as you were starting to feel, a cold shiver spreading through your veins as you eye his features for the hundredth time this hour. and he seemed to recognize the panic in your eyes, as he took both of your hands in his, his warmth immediately spreading over your fingertips.

it was a strange feeling, you thought, standing here with doyoung holding your hands in his, pulling at them to get you closer, probably as unable to pry himself away as you were in this moment. because as much as you wanted to let the panic take over your hazy thoughts, as much did you only have his warmth in mind, his hands in yours, and his eyes mirroring your own curious expression.

“how do you do that?” you finally said, and your eyes fell to your held hands, maybe searching if you could see the kind of spell he was putting on you. but his hands were just as human as they were before, and the way his brows were furrowed when you looked back up told you that he was equally as lost for words. perhaps the warmth you felt wasn’t one-sided after all. maybe he felt as warm as you, judging from it radiating off him as if he was the sun himself.

“i don’t know” he replied, sounding breathless. his cheeks looked as rosy as yours, and it felt like an eternity of just standing there, letting the moment have it’s space, none of you ready to speak out the lingering questions that were eating away in each of your minds. the one thing that had your thoughts spinning still, was the absurdity of it all. you had heard of soulmates before, you had heard stories of how magical it was, though in the same breath you had been told how rare it was, over and over again. and because of this rarity, you never thought you would experience having a soulmate yourself.

the birthmark you had never was something that kept you up at night, it felt like a part of you, something that just happened to be on your body. but now you could feel it tingling the longer you looked at doyoung and it felt strangely exposing to be looked at in the same way from him. after moments of stillness, you finally broke the intense eye-contact, lowered your intertwined hands and trained your gaze on the pebble stone beneath your shoes. but doyoung could intervene before you had a chance to pronounce your worries.

“i did a lot of research about this while i was gone, you know,” he began, and he sounded hurried now, as if your sudden change in demeanour had caused him to panic. “and this doesn’t happen, like ever. I bet your parents also told you about it growing up, but i’m telling you, it doesn’t happen as often as they made us believe. it only happens every few years,” he continued. his eyes widened as he went on, and he even stepped closer, making you take half a step back in order to not bump into him. you let out a shaky breath when your shoulders touched, but through the whole ordeal he didn’t once let go of your intertwined hands between you.

“so what are you saying?”, you replied, it was your turn to sound breathless. you were lying if you didn’t admit that this all scared you to death. the guy who would have had you rather gone in order to be the best in class was now pouring his heart out in front of you, claiming that you two were soulmates. if you had told this to any bystander right now, they’d laugh in your face.

“i’m saying maybe give it a shot,” doyoung said with a mellow voice, he seemed almost timid now, with a sentimental smile playing on his lips and his shoulders slightly raising in a shrug. the soft look in his eyes threw you completely off your previous track of thoughts, and brought back the warmth in your chest. the effect he had on you so suddenly felt ridiculous, and it felt completely foreign and familiar at the same time.

it was a strange thing overall, you thought. this whole ordeal made your head spin, but you had a hard time denying him when he was standing so close to you. additionally, you still had a suspicion that a spell was involved somehow, since there was no way that you’d feel like this just because. perhaps this strange feeling was proving his point? maybe everything he said was true, you definitely saw his birthmark, and you knew something bigger was pulling at your heartstrings at this moment.

doyoung was still eagerly scanning your face, awaiting an answer from you. he felt like an idiot if he was honest, because he had planned to be way slower with his approach, way more gentle. but as soon as he saw your uncertainty he had the need to pull you back to him, not only physically, but now he wanted to persuade your mind as well. because he could tell the gears were turning in overdrive behind your eyes, and your furrowed brows gave away how worried you were. he knew this was a scary thing to be a part of, and he also knew that he had no right to pressure you into anything either. he was the one who almost had a panic attack and ran away for days to come to terms with this, after all. he was the bigger coward between you two, and he had always known that.

“i understand if you need some time to … process this all”, he said carefully, meeting your eyes as you finally looked back up from the ground. “this is a lot to take in, isn’t it?” he flashed that small smile again from earlier, and you could feel the blood rushing into your cheeks. no matter how many times you had considered all options and played the events over and over again, the feeling in your stomach made your preferences very clear. you couldn’t deny that you felt yourself losing to the pull he had on you, even after this short amount of time.

“i think it’s about time we stop arguing over everything” you said finally, shooting a familiar small smile towards his questioning gaze, swallowed the last of your pride, and pulled him towards you, finally crashing your lips onto his own.

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5. Revenge Must Be Served Cold

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

Stepping out of his jeep black car, Johnny narrowed his eyes at the destroyed house. It was as if a hurricane passed by and damaged only their house. standing by the doorframe, his super hearing caught low grunts and whimpers. a gasp slipped past his lips at the scene and the splattered blood. "oh my god..."

following the source of the sound, he found Yuta in the hall with his arms and hands, thighs, and abdomen punctured with five sharp pickets; pinned to the wall, while bloodied three wooden plates were on the floor. with his free hand, Yuta was struggling to reach for the ones that were punctured into his left hand.

"I got you, I got you. I got you." Johnny kept chanting as he pulled the pickets out carefully, taking the last one, the red-haired vampire fell to the ground with a groan. "Doyoung, he's upstairs. hurry,"

whooshing upstairs, Johnny prays silently for his friend to be alive. The view of the dark-haired vampire struggling to reach the picket that was dug in the middle of his back had him stumbling. doyoung let out a pained cry when he couldn't move— as Samantha had pinned him to the ground with a picket too, "goddamn it, get out," he cussed, desperately. 

hearing footsteps nearing him, Doyoung turned around, alarmed, "It's me relax. Don't move. I'll pull it off." sucking at a breath, Doyoung clenched his jaw, "Johnny... I think there's a splinter inside and I can feel it scratch my heart," he cried out. Johnny pressed his lips and knelt behind his friend, "Don't worry. you're not dying, not like this."

Yuta stood up with a groan after stretching his sore body, hearing some of his bones crack, he sighed deeply as he rubbed his shoulder" That original bitch," he hissed under his breath. hearing a muffled buzzing, he looked around the messy room and caught the lit screen of a cell phone twinkling under the mess of the broken furniture; picking it up, he pulled it away from his ear at the loud sound.

"Johnny, where the hell are you?! go warn Taeil, hurry, he's in danger! I called five times, why didn't you pick up? hello? hello?!"  Taeyong's irritated voice for receiving no word from the other line boomed in Yuta's ears. 

"It's Yuta, Ty. Johnny is helping Doyoung right now....she already took him, Ty, she took him..." Yuta said in a dull voice and a gasp boomed from the other line. sucking at a breath, he felt the room close with tension, "We're on the way, hold on." 

heading upstairs, he saw Johnny's hand deep inside Doyoung's back, the latter keep cussing and hissing every time the American missed the wooden shred. "Okay, all done. get up now and stop acting like a bitch," Johnny fell back with a long sigh.

looking up, he catches his phone that yuta threw. "so, mind telling me what exactly happened?" leaning his head at the wall, Doyoung took a deep breath and closed his eyes. 

"Black-haired, blue-eyed, angry ex-girlfriend happened. To sum it up, Samantha Mikaelson happened."

...

hearing the brown-haired man grunt, Samantha drowned her drink and stood up. "rise and shine, my moon," snapping his neck her way, Taeil widened his eyes and stood up — well tried to stand up.

when he couldn't move, he took a second to realize what was stopping his movement. looking down at his feet, he saw them chained up to an iron table he was on. looking up, he saw his wrists also chained up above his head firmly. trashing his body in every direction, he growled.

"you won Samantha Mikaelson. you got me, would killing me now make up for the two centuries I took from you?" he taunted her with a smirk. her loud laugh sent chills down his spine, "I see," she shook her head, dark locks swaying over her shoulder, "you've gone cockier since the last time I saw you Moon Taeil." she smirked.

"let me remind you who you are and who I am, Moon Taeil," pressing her hands on his temple harshly, she entered his mind forcefully and purposely. hearing him grunt, she smiled.

few moments, she opened her eyes. "that what you were before me, sweety, a peasant, a servant at the Italian palace. a musician the king felt pity for so he took you in. Do you remember how the nobles were treating you or do you need me to remind you?" she gripped his chin harshly, making him face her.

"The insults, the mistreatment, the beating and humiliation that you endured for ten years till I found you. till I made you what you are. till I made you a man." she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him up, making the chains tighten around his wrists leaving a red mark on them.

"I know you did not bring me here for chatting, kill me, and let's get this over with," he said in a dull voice making her bit the inner of her cheek. shaking her head, she sighed and pushed his head back.

"you are mistaken, Moon Taeil. mistaken at many points." she looked down at him. her eyes dancing with lust for hearing his helpless screams and desire for putting him in unbearable agonization pain.

" A: it was only a century, with a couple of years, more or less. B: you're going to beg for me to kill you and put you out of the exquisite pain I have prepared for you." looking at her with an expressionless face, he everted his gaze to the door that flung open.

seeing Taemin barging in, he started trashing his body in all directions, "Taemin!... you're on her side...? I thought you were our friend!" Taeil exclaimed, disappointment lingering in his voice. Taemin scoffed and handed his master a red box.

"she's and will forever be my sole ally, friend," the blond drawled, "recognize this?" Samantha held the bone blade in front of her face with a wide smile. Taeil looked at it horrified and shook his arms aggressively. 

"Stabbing me was the last thing I expected from you, Taeil," her voice dropped by an octave, hurt, and betrayal lingering in it. even her eyes color changed into a midnight-deep blue as if pain and disappointment were swimming in them.

"at some point, I start seeing you as a family, someone I could trust. I even start caring about you, I used to like you, you were a needed fresh air in my suffocating life. I told you that before, haven't I, Moon Taeil?" She sighed and held the blade above his chest. "I think saving you that day at Tuscany was a wrong idea." his breath caught in his throat watching the deadly dark magic object that was about to pierce through his heart. "Why?" he breathed out. 

tilting her head at him, she pulled her hair off her face, "Why did you keep me around?" placing the blade down, she looked at him. "that's a wrong question but I will answer it for you. I kept you around cause your purity and positivity about life reminded me, of someone, I used to love. I needed some light in my darkness. I need life in my death. I needed someone to trust. You claimed that you loved me...but that was a lie, no one backstabs someone they love."

Taeil felt his heart sink because, despite her hardened facade, he saw a glimpse of pain and betrayal in her stormy blue eyes. at least for a second, he saw a real feeling in them, a feeling other than bloodlust and power thirst.

"hope that answers your question; however, the right one should be 'why I saved you in the first place' ". she shook her head with a smirked, "Surely, you know why, do you?" she laughed, "Tell me, Moon Taeil...." she said taking in the startled expression that decorated his pretty face, "Do you know what happened to your parents?"

Widening his eyes, a brim of tears twinkled in his doe eyes as she had made him see a memory she kept in her mind, "You....you...it was you..." He choked on his words and started coughing, catching his breath after she threw his head harshly. "yes, it was me." She grinned proudly.

"I killed them. and wanted to kill you too but I decided to reserve you for later so I'd have more fun" she laughed softly, "you know my penchant for Shakespearean vengeance. To put it simply, I hold a grudge against your family. Nothing was personal against you though." she pursed her lips.

"Later on, I saw how handsome you had become, and fair to say I have a thing for handsome faces. They're so fun to toy with, so full of their thin arrogance, thinking they have every woman wrapped up around their pretty, thin fingers. I enjoy them. you know, because of all the fun I get when I use them for my own pleasures. and you, my moon, were no exception" She shook her head, grinning smugly.

seeing a stray tear cascade down his cheek, she bite her lower lip to suppress a grin, "Aw, I made a three hundred years vampire cry. What would be my prize?" she hummed tapping her chin with the pointy sharp edge of the blade, "I guess I'll take a few centuries of torture then!" 

"I hope you rot in hell, you sadistic bitch—" his words were cut and a loud gasp echoed in the big dim room. a pained scream resonated from him, blessing Samantha's ears. Taeil gasped loudly from the excruciating pain when stabbed with Papa Tunde's blade, in the eye blink, with the power that was imbued within it, it started to dig inside his chest on its own.

in the last seconds before the dark magic that was in the blade spread into his body and renders him unconscious in a state of constant and extreme agony. Taeil took a breath and closed his eyes. he was about to turn his humanity off as his final solution to not feel the pain. he focused on his unconscious mind then he found it—his humanity's switch. flipping it off, he opened his eyes again and looked her dead in the eyes, his body no more moving.

"Oh, no no no, no turning your humanity off," she hissed and pulled him by the neck, locking her eyes on his, "Turn it On!" She screamed angrily at him, "Turn it on and never turn it off! no running away from the pain cause you're going to feel every ounce of it."

"see you in five centuries, love. that if you stayed alive for the next three days," she stayed to have one more look at his dead-like state before leaving and closing the door behind her.

"a sealing spell would suffice and everything is done." Taemin flashed a grin, "Great, You did well, Tae." taemin beamed at her praise before casting the needed spell. walking down the narrow corridor, she suddenly halted and turned back, "You know what? I'm in a great mood today. How about you join me for a drink?" the blond smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "why not?"

...

under the starry night, Samantha had her walk around the city and enjoyed the fresh air on her skin, Samantha threw her head back, letting the wind play with her hair, eyes closed as she was walking barefoot in the middle of the road. Taemin chuckled at her before pulling her back to the sidewalk; "careful, you nearly got hit by a car." he shook his head at her.

"Not like a car can kill me," she said dismissively. running a hand through her hair, she grinned "I had an amazing day today. I found werewolves—an original werewolf at that. daggered my sweet, handsome ex-boyfriend and met Lee Jeno's brother. can it get any better?" 

meow. 

halting in her tracks, Samantha looked up. Taemin followed where she looked and released a throaty laugh, "Is it me or that cat look like you?" Rolling her eyes, Samantha walked to the tree and looked up.

meow. meow. meow.

"Do you think I should save it?" Taemin shrugged. pursing her lips, she tilted her head at the trapped cat that was at the highest branch of a lone tree. throwing her hair back, she pressed her weight on her feet' soles before launching up and catching the cat.

landing down, she held the black cat in her arms securely, "Oh, he's so cute. He does look like me, blue eyes and black fur," Samantha's laugh echoed in the empty neighborhood. " a 'he'? huh," Taemin walked next to her with her heels in his other hand. "I will name it Wes," the cat meowed and licked her finger and Samantha cooed, "Hehe, cute."

Taemin watched her with a small smile before catching up to her, "I'm kinda hungry." he blurted.

"you just ate." she side-eyed him with an arched brow. Taemin rolled his eyes, "And? your point?"

shaking her head, a smile stretched on her lips"Okay, fine." 

....

"I'm home," Samantha announced once she stepped into the grand room, "Matilda, kindly prepare me a cold shower." Matilda nodded and left. throwing her heels to the side, she walked to the couch with the cat in her hand. 

"Stay here and I'll see if there's something for you to eat" She patted it head and left for the kitchen. Two minutes later, Jeno came down to see Samantha kneeling in front of the cat watching her eat. He gasped loudly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh my god," he exclaimed.

"oh, evening, Lee Jeno," rolling his eyes mentally at her calling him by his full name, he sat on the couch watching them attentively. "uh. Evening. Long day, huh?" looking down at the cat, she grinned.

before leaving with Taemin, Samantha took off her jewelry and changed her garments into comfier ones; a light purple crop top with a white tennis skirt and let her hair down. "I thought you went to the founders' party?"

"Oh, I did. it's just that this day was so eventful. One thing led to another. then I found this cute thing on a tree," Seeing her excitement about the cat made his heart flutter. she looked cute and innocent. "I named it Wes, by the way. wanna pat it?"

nodding eagerly, Jeno sat next to the cat and patted its head and back, when the cat meowed, jeno chuckled. "I think he likes you," Jeno smiled, a genuine smile, his eyes turning a crescent moon when the cat climbed his shirt. 

"Oh wow..." Samantha let out under her breath.

lifting his head, he looked at her with knitted brows, "What—"

"—Do that again." she ushered her finger at his face, "With your eyes, do it again. It was adorable." clearing his throat, he felt his face heat up at the blunt confession. 

"it doesn't work like that— ah! shit, ow!" the cat bit his finger and when he tried pulling his arm back, it scratched his arm playfully. seeing and smelling his blood, Samantha's breathing faltered. 

today, she was too busy she didn't feed. her throat suddenly went dry. standing abruptly, Jeno looked up at her only to see her veins keep protruding under her eyes which were shifting from blue to red constantly.

"I think...you should leave to your room and clean yourself and patch up," her voice was low, and jeno got the hint. smirking, he squeezed his arm, making more blood ooze out.

"taunting me isn't a smart move, love," she warned before wetting her dry lips. the black-haired went as far as taking the cat and making her cut his neck. now drops of blood are running slowly down his neck. "...stop or I will dry you out. Leave!"

"Maybe I don't want to? plus, seeing you fighting not to feed on me is really heartwarming. makes me think you care about me someway," chuckling under her breath, in an eye blink, she pinned him to the couch and straddled his lap. sucking at a breath, he placed his hands on her bare waist. 

" not so brave now, aren't you?" Samantha said, ghosting her mouth over his bleeding neck. inhaling the blood's intoxicating scent, she let out a hum that vibrated against jeno's neck. feeling her hot breaths on his skin, he shivered and tightened his grip on her waist. drinking into his scared expression, she smirked when an idea popped into her head in order to distract herself from feeding on him; she ground her body on his.

Jeno's eyes shot wide open at the reflex his body made, "hm, someone is horny." she chuckled softly before lowering her head and licking the blood, sending goosebumps down his spine, "...god," he breathed out.

feeling his hard member, she looked down at him with a smug grin before clicking her tongue. pushing herself up, ready to leave him be, jeno's hand was fast to grab her soft thighs, pulling her back.

"Oh?" she looked down at him with a cocked-up brow. "you are enjoying this, aren't you?" he let a low grunt when Samantha lowered her bottom more, "Yes, you're so soft... I love it," he said, cheeks and ears red as he couldn't look anywhere else but at the playful grin she supported.

feeling him kneading her thighs when her skirt rode up a bit, she pursed her lips "You keeping me like this make me believe you don't mind me having a taste, say, am I wrong?" 

when he felt the sharp edges of her fangs running on his skin, he closed his eyes and start trembling, ready for the stinging pain. he was scared. Samantha smiled and looked back at him, "open your eyes," she demanded.

fluttering his eyes open, heat rushed into his face at the close proximity. her lips were ghosting over his, and her hands were behind his nape, smoothing his hair. 

"you're afraid of me." it came out as a statement more than a question, "You see me as a monster. You think I'm going to kill you." she clicked her tongue and shook her head. gulping nervously, jeno realized she entered his head and figured out his point of view about her. 

pulling him closer, she pushed his bangs off his dark brown eyes and made him look her in the eyes. "You're not afraid of me. you feel comfortable and safe around me. you're certain that I won't hurt you." placing the flat of her palm over his chest, a moment later, his racing heart slowed down. "I won't hurt you, eye-smile Lee Jeno. you have my word. Now go patch up your arm and put a bandage over your neck. stay in your room till tomorrow morning." standing up, she saw him leave. a minute later, Matilda appeared, "Your shower is ready, My Lady." running a hand through her hair, she stood up and left.

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#cute lee jeno #nct #moon taeil #vampires #werewolves #smut #dom fem reader #nct dream #wayv #nct 127 #mark lee #new thangs #soulmates

[sungbeam]

𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 → CLOSED!

DISCLAIMER!** this is an event for reaching the 300 follower milestone! i do not take requests usually, unfortunately, so as soon as all slots are filled, requests will close again!

rules!

✶ i do NOT write smut; i DO write suggestive scenes like this jeno fic tho

✶ i'll write anything that i've written before, ie. kissing/making out, violence, descriptions of wounds, and the like!

✶ i do not write member x member; reader will default to either female/gender neutral

✶ please send a prompt (or multiple 😁)/a scenario/au + the desired idol(s) + whether you'd like angst/fluff/crack/etc

✶ CURRENTLY ONLY WRITING FOR THE FOLLOWING GROUPS (ones I have a masterlist for): nct (all units), stray kids, enhypen, txt, and seventeen

slots!

13/13 filled

1. park jisung/huang renjun: soulmate, mafia au + "touch them and ur dead"/"baby, we r the law" + gn reader + crack/angst/fluff — completed

2. mark lee: "i'm gonna need u to stay close to me" + fluff — completed

3. lee donghyuck: "many have tried to date me and failed", "they know we've been dating for years right?", "excuse me, i have to go make a scene" + fluff/crack — completed

4. lee jeno: 38, 31, 25 + enemies to lovers — completed

5. kim doyoung: 6, 15, 22 — completed

6. park jisung/lee haechan: 12 + 18, angst — completed

7. mark lee: fem!reader frenemies to lovers — completed

8. mark lee: teaching fem!reader how to kiss — completed

9. lee jeno: 24, 29, 45 + fluff/crack

10. lee donghyuck: 11 + 49, fluff

11. mark lee: dancing in the kitchen to taylor swift, lil suggestive

12. lee jeno: 21, 22, 43 + forbidden relationship

13. nakamoto yuta: 1, 9, 20 + bad boy!au

prompt ideas!

(for if you can't think of anything)

1. "touch them and you're dead."

2. "it doesn't matter what i want"

3. "baby, we are the law"

4. "do you trust me?"

5. "i'm gonna need you to stay close to me"

6. "for once, i'm not the bad guy here"

7. "many have tried to date me, and have failed"

8. "do i get bonus points if i act like i care?"

9. "excuse me, i have to go make a scene"

10. "how the fuck did you survive that?"

11. "you know, you're pretty comfy"

12. "i don't deserve you. i don't deserve any of this"

13. "is it that hard to ask for help"

14. "say that again"

15. "take another step, and i can't be held responsible for my actions"

16. "go buy a personality"

17. "everyone here can kill you, but i can do it the most efficiently"

18. "i never thought i'd be the one to hurt you"

19. "all that blood looks good on you. really brings out your eyes"

20. "i can save you"

21. "not everything's a joke"

22. "i am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten"

23. "just leave; you've done enough."

24. "are you... trying to seduce me?"

25. "christ, ____, i thought i lost you"

26. "don't you just hate journalists?"

27. "watch your six"

28. "always being burned, aren't you?"

29. "over my dead body."

30. "is this seat taken?"

31. "i remember kissing you. why do i remember kissing you?"

32. "you sure know how to make me feel like shit"

33. "you can't protect everyone"

34. "you say that, but when will you start to mean it?"

35. "you can try, but (insert noun/pronoun)'s mine"

36. "this is war."

37. "are you... bribing me?"

38. "oh my god, i'm stuck in here—with you?!"

39. "i am the backbone of this household"

40. "this really scrambles my eggs"

41. "i think that went well"

42. "shut up, i'm not gonna kill you. yet"

43. "act natural"

44. "can't you be stupid somewhere else?

45. "they know we've been dating for years right?"

46. "sing me to sleep?"

47. "just go to sleep"

48. "people who hug live longer, y'know"

49. "that's cute"

50. "i've been wanting to kick your ass all week"

permanent taglists (all tagged): @tayunji @im-a-big-mess @justanotherkpopstanlol @johlee @frickyratz @liamsholygrail @staysstrays @w3bqrl @y3jiishot @jodidann

#nct x reader #stray kids x reader #enhypen x reader #txt x reader #seventeen x reader #sungbeam strikes again #ty for 300!! <3 #requests now open! #pls dont flop lmao

[cinnajun]

tag game :0

(:0 my first tag game on this site...i feel like a real writer teehee)

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. 

tagged by: my favs @lebrookestore & @koisou !!

bc i don't have many writer mutuals/i haven't seen any of my writer mutuals (other than sou and brooke ofc) do this, i'm not going to tag anyone (this is a cry for help pls be my friend) ... however, if you'd like to do it and have not been tagged, i will be the person who tagged you lol

tips under cut bc lowkey they're long winded LOL ... also ignore the trend w/ criminals i am so deep into persona 5

atlas cried | ljn ... genre: soulmate! au, hs! au, angst

 they say your soulmate is your perfect other half—whatever you lack, they have, and whatever they lack, you have. when lee jeno, your academy’s golden boy, approaches you and says you’re his soulmate, you can’t begin to understand how he—rich, gorgeous, never had to work a day in his life—could be the perfect match for you—poor, exhausted, and barely hanging onto the scholarship covering what would be a 65 million won tuition.

that night in venice | undecided (pls any ideas ... im torn between taeyong, doyoung, or really any of the ilichils) ... genre: gang! au

it's no secret that seoul is being ravaged by a gang, one that the police have been struggling to destroy for six years now. with no choice, they follow an anonymous tip straight to you, and ask you—an innocent civilian—to be the bait for their high scale take-down mission. not before they squeeze every piece of information of you, though.

on and on | hrj ... genre: enemies? to lovers, non-idol! au, lowkey a quarantine au

thanks to the torrential downpour and rampant flooding, the entire city of seoul is put on lockdown, and everyone is trapped in their houses for the foreseeable future. you'd be fine with this if you weren't trapped in a one-bedroom apartment with huang renjun, your least favorite person in the world, and a few of your friends.

dragon fish | undecided (again pls any suggestions ... any of the neos) ... genre: modern royalty! au

being the valet for a highly respected nobleman is tough enough, but when the crown prince approaches you at a banquet and requests your help with investigating a duke, everything seems to get harder and harder by the minute. and then, as if things couldn't get any worse, you uncover a plot to kill the entire royal family in three weeks' time.

#cinna.txt #guys this is so exciting #i feel so official lol #tag game !!

[galoresficrecs]

ℕℂ𝕋 M.LIST

LAST UPDATED ON: May 26th, 2022

newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑

ratings:

not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞

❧ donghyuck x mark ☙

✪One of Us by sweetkpopfan [18,1k words | 6 ch] gangsters!au, college!au || teen and up

soulmate talk by hyuckios [3,7k words] party!au || teen and up

two night stand by starrytae [8,5k words] strangers to lovers || explicit🔞

❧ doyoung x jaehyun ☙

Hot Mama Troubles by sweetkpopfan [15,6k words | 2 ch] a/b/o!au, milf!doyoung, high school principal!jaehyun || explicit🔞

The Third Wheeler by sweetkpopfan [9,6k words] college!au, strangers to lovers || teen and up

Trial Run by sweetkpopfan [14,8k words] roommates!au quarantine || explicit🔞

❧ jaehyun x taeyong ☙

hi, hello by n_kei [56,7k words | 10 ch] coming of age, self-discovery, phone sex || explicit🔞

❧ jaemin x jeno ☙

✪ Lee Funeral Home by TheSwingbyJeanHonoreFragonard [3,9k words] supernatural!au, dark comedy, horror elements || teen and up

❧ winwin x yuta ☙

sakuras on your skin by dowoondays [1,9k words] flower shop x tattoo parlour!au || teen and up

❧ otn°/multi☙

quarantine chronicles by domjaehyun [28,5k words] jaehyun/johnny/jungwoo/jaemin x reader || roommates!au, friends to lovers, quarantine || explicit🔞

quarantine chronicles 2 by domjaehyun [55,2k words] jaehyun/johnny/jungwoo/jaemin/mark x reader || roommates!au, friends to lovers, quarantine || explicit🔞

quarantine chronicles 3 by domjaehyun [43k words] jaehyun/johnny/jungwoo/jaemin/mark/jeno/haechan x reader || roommates!au, friends to lovers, quarantine || explicit🔞

Art Lovers by varietyhour [2,9k words] kun x ten/johnny x ten || artists!au, cuckolding || explicit🔞

✪ [One of Us sequel] ✑ Now That You're One of Us, You Have to Deal With Us by sweetkpopfan [110,9k words | 12/? ch] multi-pairing || gangsters!au || teen and up

#ao3 nct #kpop ao3 #kpop fics #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct fanfic

[callmedanquixote]

❥ N A V I G A T I O N

❥ Hello! You can call me DanOh

❥ She / her | 26 | Spanish & English | Ace

❥ INFJ | Sagittarius 🏹 | Wiccan

❥ Who I stan?

SEVENTEEN, WAYV, SUPER JUNIOR, THE BOYZ, DPR, GOT7, SF9, MONSTA X, EXO, NU'EST, ATEEZ, NCT.

Maybe I don't write specifically about all those groups but you can find the members as characters in some of my fics.

❥ I'm a slooow writer because I have a work that leaves me drain a lot during weekdays and I also struggle with bipolar disorder on a daily basis so I ask for your patience pls 🙏💖

❥ I will finish all my current and future works. I'm kinda slow cause I write in spanish first and then in english. And sometimes when I don't feel like it's a perfect work I tend to rewrite it a couple more times.

❥ So, yeah. This blog is basically made for me to write all the shitty cliché stuff that I love with the people I like. If you like the stories I write, thank u so much. I hope I can give you a little time of entertainment. 🌸

Masterlist

Last work: Blooming even in the shadows - Chapter 2

Currently working in:

✧ A reverse harem with magic, royalty and our beautiful 96 line (Wonwoo, Kun, Doyoung, Changkyun and Sangyeon) - Completing plot ideas

✧ A creepy(?), sick and questionable story in a mental facility with DPR Ian, Wonwoo and Mingyu. - Writing. Maybe (I really hope so) out in november.

✧ A super cliché college au, friends to lovers, with the beautiful Editor in Chief of the newspaper Doyoung. - Making a list of situations for the plot

✧ A marriage of convenience au, with a lot of juicy drama with Kun and Doyoung. - Rewriting ideas to complete the plot so I can rewrite the chapters I already had.

✧ Rich people, chaebol life, kinda enemies to lovers, with Wonwoo, Mingyu and Jun. - Completing (rewriting) plot ideas.

✧ Soulmate au, lots of drama, angsty but I only write happy endings so don't worry too much, with Kun. - Finding time to write this story. I have the complete sketch but I need to give it shape.

✧ Blooming even in the shadows: My Hogwarts/The Boyz series that I absolutely will finish one day hehe. I just need to catch up with my old chapters and with my plot ideas so I can continue the story well. And I'm trying to reduce the chapters so I'll finish it faster.