#exo horror au

[perfectbluez]

You Ghost

Genre: romance / horror / smut / short story

Main characters: baekhyun x you / female reader

Warnings: mentions of mental illness / schizophrenia / depression / anxiety / suicide / alcoholism / violence / major character death

Description: Starting a new life at a new town, you quickly find the perfect house to live in and start your psychiatric practice. Days go by smoothly, until the patient with the styled undercut hair comes by and wrecks havoc in your peaceful life.

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by Baekhyun’s song Ghost and American horror story-Murder House.

"Unnie! I really miss you so much. Why did you have to pack up and leave me like this?" Sana, your little sister who had just turned seventeen the previous month, whines in her baby voice. 

You smile, vividly imagining her face as if she is standing right in front of you, her lips turned down into the pout she tries so hard to pull off as angry, but turns out anything but adorable.

 "You know why my sweet baby. It's for me to earn more money so I can send you to a nice, big university. You're all I have left, right?"  You imagine Sana's cute face fall a little through the phone, "I miss mom and dad so much," she whispers, in the littlest of voices. The pain you felt at the loss of your parents sometimes seemed nothing when compared to Sana’s young soul. "I know. Me too, sweetie, me too," you whisper, your eyes watering up instantly, thinking of the cruel way a simple car accident took the lives of the people you had loved the most in your entire life. But you had promised them that you would take the best care of Sana as they had cared for you. So you quickly wipe your eyes and adjust your spectacles as you say, "Listen, you must quickly finish your high school at Aunt Yuri's place, and by the end of this year, you can come by and stay with me, permanently!" Sana already knew this, but reminding each other every time how it’ll be only one year until you two would be united didn't get any less exciting. Besides, talking about staying with her sister made Sana the happiest. "Really? Do you really promise?" Sana's little voice chirps, and you can already tell the creeping smile that was about to break through with just one word. "Promise!" you squeal, and another squeal adds to your one as you visibly hear your 17-year-old sister jump up from where ever she was sitting.  "Oh Unnie! I promise too that I will be the best student and graduate faster than anyone else so I can come live with you sooner. I love you so, so much! Oh btw, Aunt Yuri showed me the photos of the house, it is so big and pretty. How did you find such a beautiful house so fast out there?"  That, was a mystery to you, too.

It wasn't only the most beautiful house you came across while searching for one, but it had also come at a really low price. 

You had needed to start your psychiatric practice as soon as possible, so you didn't get the time to mull over any suspicious reasons behind getting a house like this at such a low price. You had to think about Sana and her future. So you had taken it.  It still needed a lot of time to become your own, most of your boxes left unopen upstairs. But downstairs, the living room- and the room you loved so much - had been refurnished as your office. The place where you'll see your outpatients, was pretty much settled as well. All thanks to your best friend and your part-time assistant- Jihyo.  As if she knew you had thought of her, Jihyo's head pops in through the mahogany double doors to your office, smiling her pretty smile as she says, "Your first patient of the day is here, Doctor. Should I let them in?" You bid Sana a loved filled goodbye and with her sweet giggles warming your body, you nod towards Jihyo, standing up from your comfortable position in your oversized bronze accent armchair. Smiling slightly, you say, 

"I'm ready." 

The first patient was a 30-year-old man with mild case of schizophrenia. The condition had developed after he had completed his military enlistment, and even though his previous doctors listed it as not dangerous, to you, it seemed something more.

"I can't sleep at night anymore, Doctor. I feel like if I do, they are gonna break into my house and kidnap me." he breathes slowly as he says his worst fears, his beautiful, cat eyes restless and red at their rims. "Who will, Minseok sshi?" "The North Korean spies," he states with utter confidence, and there was no way he was a manipulative liar. His eyes were like an open book. 

He actually, genuinely believed the North Korean spies were going to topple the boundaries just to take him, a mere civilian who was just finishing his mandatory army training, from the comfort of his home and kill him. 

"Okay. And when did these insomniac phases start, Minseok sshi? While you were posted at the Demilitarized Zone or after?" You take off your spectacles and observe him with kind eyes. "While... I was still there. My post was transferred to the DMZ for my excellent shooting skills during the military. I was so ecstatic, so proud of myself when it had happened. It was one of the most prestigious posts at the army," he smiles, and you couldn't stop yourself from noting how handsome he was when he wasn't overcome with fear, "I bragged about it to all my friends and family. They were so proud. They were so proud until..." his smile fades, his eyes becoming wet as the painful memories came back like a flood, that awful night at the DMZ. "Until what Minseok sshi?" you probe tenderly, catching full well that this was a part of the trauma that his mind was blocking, a very crucial part of his underlying illness. "Is that important? Why don't you just prescribe me some sleeping pills, Doctor?" his voice becomes nonchalant as he fakes a smile, but you easily catch the slight frown in between his eyebrows.

You note "incident at DMZ" down on your diary, and smiled up at him.

"Well, your previous doctors have informed me that you were aware of some of your hallucinations. But it seems to me that get confused sometimes. Mr. Kim, no one is going to hurt you. And I am positively prescribing you some pills to have you enjoy a good sleep, because restless brain activity is our worst enemy. Also, we don't want those gorgeous eyes to get dark circles underneath, do we?" you smile, trying to lighten the mood and appeal to him as his friend. "Let's continue this discussion in our next meeting," Minseok smiles too, albeit half-heartedly and agrees, his eye still troubled and restless. Jihyo comes in after Minseok leaves, smiling at you as she places your coffee on your side table.  "Do you need a break or should I call in the next patient? They are already here."  "My kind Jihyo, you are a life-saver," you laugh. Sipping at your bitter Americano- just as you like it- you say, "Bring them in. I feel like I am finally getting started."

Jongin Kim was a 19-year-old college student. He just sat there, one leg on top of the other, his hands limp, his eyes numb and quite lifeless.

"So how are you feeling today?" you ask, smiling comfortably at the kid. He reminded you of Sana because of his age and you could tell he would grow up to be a heart breaker. If his clinically diagnosed depression didn't consume him whole. "Nothing different, Doctor. I always feel the same, what's the use of talking about it?" he mumbles, out of courtesy, you could tell if he were given a choice he'd never even speak. The fact that he was here, getting help for himself was because of his worried mom sitting outside in the waiting room. Jongin was a good kid. "Jongin? Is it okay for me to call you Jongin?" you say, removing your glasses. He shrugs, uncaring. "Jongin. You like to paint right? Let's speak in colors, then. What do you feel when you hear the word yellow?"  "Uhh. I don't know. Bright? Sunny... happy."  "And when you hear the word blue?"  "Blue? Um. Blue has different shades, the lightest blue makes me feel light, like I'm floating, and the darkest one makes me feel like I'm drowning."  "So out of the 3 colors, how are you feeling today?"  He pauses, looking outside the big glass doors that leads to your little backyard. He sighs, the dullness in his eyes growing a shade duller. 

"Dark blue," he whispers.

The next few hours go by in a blur of more patients. And soon Jihyo pops in to say she is going for a lunch break.  "You have one more patient. But they called in to say they'll be about half an hour late. So imma go real quick to grab something to eat and come back. Would you like me to bring you something?"  "No, it's okay. I'll get dinner later. You go, I'll take care."  "Are you really sure you don't want anything? Cause I'm getting cream pasta," she insists, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated way to emphasize the loveliness of pasta. "No babe for real, I'll eat later," you chuckle, busily re-checking the previous patient's file. "Ughh, no wonder your aunt calls me thrice a day to check up on the three meals of your day. Okay, bye, because I'm really hungry right now. You are gonna have to answer her on my behalf,” Jihyo grimaces. “Love you~" she winks as she exits, leaving you shaking your head.

You take the last sip of your coffee, craning your tired neck as the door creeks open again just after a few minutes. Thinkinh Jihyo had come back to force feed you lunch, you turn and say,

"Jihyo, really girl go and have your foo-" but you stop mid-sentence as your eyes fall on the handsome man darkening your doorstep.  A man who looked younger than you, enters swiftly. You go speechless as your eyes fall on his features, the first thing you notice is his unnaturally pink, luscious, triangular-shaped lips. He is wearing a yellow t-shirt underneath his coat, his hair styled so prettily, exposing his shiny forehead that you would've complimented him right away if he was someone you knew before.  "Can I -come in?" the man says in a husky voice, his perfect eyebrows slightly raised, a slight twinkle behind his gently shaped eyes.  "Yes. Of course, come in," you say as you stand up. You walk towards the front of your table and you extend your hand, "Mister?"  "Ah, Baekhyun Byun. I think I am your last patient for today," he says politely, his demeanor so different from all the patients you had seen today. "Yes! My assistant told me you were going to be late. Glad you could make it," you smile, a little flustered as you were not given your last patient's record history beforehand. You always liked to be prepared with their history. "Yeah. I was. But somehow I got here just on time." He was sitting on the couch now, smiling softly, so calm and collected, unlike yourself.

How unprofessional of you. 

You cleared your throat and admonished yourself mentally. Stop ogling at him, you repeat to yourself as you fix your hair into a ponytail and head for the door.

"Please. I'm so, so sorry. I don't have your file with me. I will go out and see if I can get your records from my table. If you could just excuse me for one min-"  "No. No please sit. There is no need for it when I am right here. I can tell you everything." the man smiles. You wondered how the words 'a brilliant smile' would be an understatement to describe it. Why were his teeth so pretty?

"But-" you say again, feeling a little flip in your stomach but also unease for not being at your best.  "Please, sit," he motions with his hand, and as if you were hypnotized, you sit down. You even forget to put on your spectacles, left on your desk when you had stood up.  "Okay." you nod, and then break into your own bright, easy smile, "Okay. So let us start. Tell me about yourself, Mr. Byun."  "Baekhyun, if you must," he clasps his hands in front of him, the smile fading a little but still there, "I'm Byun Baekhyun, 28," he was two years older than you, "I work at a tech company. Me and my brother both used to run it together. I was CEO a few years ago but I stepped down from the position," he looks up to see you scribbling these down, but you quickly lookup because he had paused.  "Ah, I like to take notes, I hope it’s okay? If you want we can just speak-“ you start saying when he just shakes his head and lifts his eyebrows and hands in a gesture meant to mean that it was no problem. It was adorable. You smile again –huh, were you smiling too much?- and ask “If you don't mind me asking, Baekhyun," he smiles at you now, appreciating that you had listened to his preference, "why did you step down from the position?" "It was hard. It was hard after all the things that had happened, " he looks down as he speaks, his confident demeanor crumbling a bit.  "After what had happened, Mr. Byun?" you ask, in your most tender voice.   His head snaps up suddenly after the words 'Mr. Byun' leave your mouth. His soft feature turns into hard stone, and you bit your tongue at the silly slip of manner.  He stands up suddenly, hands disappearing deep inside the pockets of his black slacks as he walks towards one of the paintings in your office.  "These are some really nice paintings you have," he asks, clearly avoiding your question. You close your diary, catching ahead how today you weren't going to have any development with this patient.

But that was okay. Everyone had their own pace. 

What you learned is you had to tread carefully with this one. He was sensitive in the oddest aspects. "It's not mine actually," you chuckle a little sheepishly, "The previous owners of this place insisted that I keep them. It's not been long since I moved in. I don't know if I'll keep them here, though." you stand up as you kept talking, moving towards the man who stood still in front of the painting of a beautiful lady. "Well, I think you should keep them. Especially this one." Baekhyun whispers as his fingers, so thin and pretty for a man, trails the border, his eyes unmoving from the lady's face. "She must have been gorgeous in real life, this woman in the portrait." you exhale as you stand beside him, putting on your spectacles to see better.  "She was more than gorgeous. She was exquisite," Baekhyun whispers.  You look at him curiously. He spoke as if he had known her personally. "Wow, you speak as if you knew this woman really well," you turn to face him, mystified.  This time, Baekhyun's trance-like stature breaks, and he moves his whole body to face you. You had your share of meeting handsome men, even today you had met two who were astoundingly gorgeous. Yet there was something about this man in the black coat with styled hair, standing in front of you, staring into your eyes so deep, his mouth now looking so plump and kissable, that made your heart beat faster than usual.

Get a grip, you tell yourself as you discover a tiny mole on the right corner of his upper lip.

The way his skin shone in the soft light of your office, and how fair and clear and smooth it looked, enamored you. The grip on yourself loosened like air.

He steps a little bit closer to you, and you feel almost hypnotized. You are completely unable to move away when he says, "Doctor, I can quite easily tell when I see a woman that if they are just simply gorgeous," he says as he reaches out and grabs your spectacles gently, pulling them off, the light brush of his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps along your hairline, "or if they are exquisite enough to take your breath away," he continues, putting the spectacle down and leaning in close to your ear.

"Right now, after I have seen one so dazzling, I really can't breathe," he finishes, he lips slightly grazing your cheekbone, inciting rouges along your cheek and neck.

He stares into your baffled eyes as he smirks and leaves the room.

What the hell just happened? 

Minutes after Mr. Byun departs, Jihyo mkes her appearance. 

"I think I'm kinda done for today," you say, huffing and shuffling your notes in a neat pile, and rubbing the place where his lips had touched, still tingling. You were embarrassed to find some of other parts of you tingling too. "Oh? Okay. I'll pack everything up and see you next week? Here," she says as she puts down two bags of Chinese food.  "Jihyo…"  "Now shut up and eat before I go," Jihyo admonishes, laughing loudly when you attack the bags. 

Days become months, and soon you are getting the hang of living in a new city and learning your way around it. You had also applied to work as a professor at one of the universities, everything was going pretty well. 

Except at the end of the day, when you come back to your big, big a house- you can't shake the feeling of being watched.

It wasn't like this at the beginning. But after you had started accepting clients, you always felt this cold shiver of being watched by somebody. 

When you would walk down to the kitchen after passing your office, you would get a slight cold shiver from the room. You had started to close the doors to the room before sleep after that.

When you would walk out of a hot shower, you would feel someone watching you from the small window inside your bathroom that led to the yard of the house. You would close them too after the feeling didn’t let up.

There was this one time you even felt someone standing at the end of your bed.

It was crazy, and you were convinced it was all in your head since you never lived alone ina new place before.

You had told Jihyo about it, and that was what she had said too.

“If you feel too awful I can come and stay with you,” she had offered after the incident in the bedroom, but you declined.

You had to be the big girl.

It was horrible and pretty mind-fucking. But for the past couple of weeks, this feeling had stopped.

And what was more mind-fucked up was that you missed it. 

That was so messed up. And you wondered why that was happening. Maybe it was something else you had missed, some other feeling similar to missing someone that you reconnected to this, reconnected back to something as disturbing as being watched. 

Maybe I have reached my peak of loneliness, you wondered wistfully.

Anyway, there were far more important things to worry about than this. Like one of your clients being absent for weeks.

Where did he go?

Why wouldn't he reply to your mails that were sent inquiring about his absence?

The days he had come, he was so punctual, though every day, it was at the end of all your day's patients, and also strangely right after when Jihyo would leave for her lunch break. He never missed one single session, before he started ghosting you. And his absence had now made you realize you had developed rather illegal feelings for him. It was quite unprofessional of you. If anyone had to catch an air of this, your hard-earned degree would surely get revoked.

But you couldn't help it. You were always so immune to growing any sort of feelings for any of your patients. But, he...he was different. During the few sessions of the therapy Byun Baekhyun had with you, he would just stare, stare at you while you asked questions about his problems, stare at you when all he was supposed to do was lie down and look at the ceiling and relax and bare his deep, dark messed up feelings. After some of his slight flirtatious remarks towards you, gentle touches over your furniture and paintings as he would move around the room, all of that would eventually lead him to talk to you about his problems (it was the only way you could make him talk. And he could never stay still, never stay lying down for few minutes, and he always moving about and touching the paintings that he liked so much). You would sometimes stand up and walk with him too, abandoning your notes because you knew your mind was somehow embedding these memories to their cells, enjoying his company and the light conversation the sessions would turn into, and that's when he’d bravely graze his hand against yours, catch a stray strand of hair which he'd tuck behind your ear when you'd put your guard down and laugh at his funny monologues.

Times like this would create dangerous flutters inside our stomach, that would spread throughout your whole body and leave you stunned. What was worse is that he knew his effect on you.

But you could never get a reaction out of him.

Did he feel something for you too? Or was he just sweet and lovely like this to everyone else?

You try to shake these unruly thoughts out of your head as you focus on finding his contact number. The bossy side of your brain reminded you again and again.

He was your patient, it said. It's illegal to have feelings for your patient, it said.

But he was also one of those who shouldn't have gone without their sessions even for a week. 

They were important for his recovery.

And Baekhyun had missed three.

Baekhyun was suffering from an anxiety disorder. It was hard to believe because he was such a bright person, always smiling and throwing witty remarks. But you could sense, sense a sort of fidget, a panic in his eyes when you would venture deeper into his life each time. Being the CEO of the company left by his father, there was no way he could afford to have any weaknesses, especially something that interfered with his work and relationships. He had admitted to leaning towards heavy use of alcohol, that had cost him many things, including his position to his younger brother. That's why he had come to you. Baekhyun was trying to get back on track, and you were gladly here to help him. Only you knew there was still a lot to unfold. 

As you enter your office for a new day and new patients, your mind couldn't stop going back to him.

Worrying for him.

You vividly remember your last session with Byun Baekhyun. 

He was wearing that same black coat he had worn every day since he started your sessions, and that day oddly, he had taken it off. 

You had tried your best to avoid looking at his arms, his exposed collarbone, and his wide hips that were on full display because he had tucked his t-shirt in.

"So things with you and your brother aren't well, still?" you ask as you slide your eyes across his rehab documents, most of his visitors being solely one person, Byun Junmyeon.

"Yeah. He sold my house without telling me about it. And when he tried to tell me he was also selling her paintings I got furious and told him to never come back," Baekhyun says hoarsely, his jaw ticking and you could clearly see the topic of his brother was something that carried bitter feelings. 

"Her paintings...?" 

Baekhyun looks at you with a slight surprise and quickly caught onto the fact that this was something he wasn't supposed to tell.

"Baekhyun, who was she? " you ask gently and softly because once your clients start feeling on guard and close up on you there was no way you would be able to help them. 

Baekhyun chuckles and rubs his neck, which was red by now from all the rubbing he did since he came in today, he seemed a lot fidgety somehow. 

"Baekhyun," you sigh, getting nowhere with his silence,"You really need to tell me what you see when you go through one of your episodes. You said the last time it was so severe you almost took a drink. I can help you if you tell me. You know you can tell me," you coax, trying to read this man's thoughts. But today it was really hard. 

His angry face had morphed into a solemn one, he stands up and walks to his favorite painting, the painting of the mysterious lady, yet again, and you can feel it.

He had closed his open book. 

You sigh as you take off your spectacles and walk towards him. Standing next to him always made you feel light somehow, you look at his hand hanging by his side and you want to touch it. You want to hug him and tell him he can forget about his pains when he is with you. He can stop looking at the lady in the painting so longingly and look at you like that. But you knew it would never be right. Never.

"I... had a wife," he whispers quietly, his low register tone feeling like a breeze of warmth hitting your heart, only quickly turning stone cold from his words. 

A wife?

He puts his hands over the painting's sill and traces the border slowly, towards the lady's abstract face that was drawn in with vivid shades of blue and red.

"She was so beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But then she left me. A car accident took her life, a simple fucking car accident." his long thin fingers trace the lady's cheeks longingly.

"I used to be so busy working, I could never give her the time she had always wanted. So she would paint. I would come back every night and find her hands covered with bright colors of paint, and then I would wake her up and make love to her because like that, she was incredible to me. Her death broke me, completely. My position at the company became nothing to me, I lost my mind over the loss of the love of my life. Drowning myself in drinks, all the time thinking about how I should have been with her. How I should've died with her."

He faces you now, catching the redness in your eyes that were too late to blink away. He wasn't crying, but his face crumbles into a worrisome expression. But in the simple way he told his story, his real story, you could feel his loss as if you had been right there with him, suffering, and somehow the hurt of losing someone so loved felt profound to you. You understood the need to leave with the ones you had lost.

Because you too, had gone through something very similar.

"Don't cry," he coos, moving his hands away from the painting, moving his longing eyes away from her to you.

He was standing very close to you now, so close that you could count his eyelashes as his gaze roamed around your face until they fell on your quivering mouth.

"Mr. Byun," you start when he leans down towards them, his breathe covering your mouth in shallow inhales. He closes his eyes as if to control himself, and kisses your forehead instead. Like it was the most normal thing to do. The most natural thing.

Like you had been doing this for years.

"Neoreul michige wonhago wonhaedo neon...you ghost." he sighs against your ear, again, too close for comfort.

He was your patient. You did not allow any of your patients this close to you. Yet here he was. And you couldn't for the life of you, move away. 

You open your eyes and look at him, the words he had spoken in his native tongue all unknown and foreign to you, yet why did it...arouse you?

"What does it mean?" you whisper, frowning a little, trying to hide how his proximity affected you more than you wished it to. But you were his doctor, his therapist. You had to focus. You needed to know everything about your patients to help them heal. And even though the intensity of feelings in his eyes made you scared to know what his words meant, you had to probe.

What did those words mean? 

"Oh, doctor." he lifts his hands as he traces your cheeks with his thumb, "Do you really want to know?"

You look at him, mystified and terrified all at once. 

 "Even if I want you.... want you so much that it drives me crazy....

 all you do is ghost" ... 

"Hey, your first patient just called in to let me know they'll be here soon, okay? What are you looking for?" Jihyo pops in her head, slightly concerned at the disheveled way you were rifling through your files. 

"Thank god you are here! Have you seen my patient Byun Baekhyun's file somewhere? They have been avoiding sessions for 3 weeks now and I need to contact them ASAP," you plead with big eyes.

"Byun Baekhyun? Huh. Never really heard of their name. Are you sure you have a patient...? Uhh nevermind. You are getting so many appointments nowadays that it's hard to keep up," Jihyo frowns as she puts your coffee down. 

"Jihyo it's really important," you ask seriously.

"Ahhh don't worry girl, I'll contact them for you so you should just focus on today's patients. Okay?" 

Most of your patients had immense development with you over the past weeks. And as relieved as you were, you were also worried about the two who were still stuck at square 1.

"Minseok sshi, how are you sleeping these days?" you ask with a genuine smile. 

Minseok's cat-like eyes were red and a little bit dazed. He shakes his head, answering your question without actually answering it.

"Bad? Is it because of the nightmares?" 

He nods.

"Minseok sshi. What do you see in your nightmares? What do you see that scares you so much?" 

His sad eyes look up into yours, and he sniffs a little. 

He takes a deep breath, "I always have the same dream. It's always me lying on my bunker at the base camp, sleeping and a gunshot rings through the air. It shocks me awake. I climb down the bed and out of the room, in search of the source of the sound. I really wish I wouldn't do it because that is exactly where everything goes wrong. There I find them, they come at me with menacing eyes, hands outstretched over their head, and before I can understand what’s happening, they stab me. They keep stabbing me doctor... in the chest, in the abdomen, in- in the legs. Stabs and stabs of endless pain until there is nothing more. And then I finally jolt awake," he barely finishes, his forehead shining with swear.

Minseok was crying now. You slowly walk towards him and hand him some tissues and sit beside him. Patting his back. 

"The person who stabs you, can you remember their face?”

“It's always a different person each time, but when I wake up I can’t remember them. I can't live with my parents anymore. Because I feel they are North Korean spies who are out to kill me. But that’s not true, right doc?” he looks at me with frantic eyes, “Doc, I don't know what to do anymore. Please help me. Please." 

Jongin has dark circles around his eyes now. His hair is more disheveled than ever. 

"Jonginah, why aren't you attending your painting classes anymore? Your mom is worried for you." 

He shrugs, nonchalant, distant. 

"Jonginah, you have to tell me how you feel. If you keep it pressed inside you, it's going to become darker. Please tell me." you plead, your eyebrows pulled together in a worrisome frown. 

His face softens at your tone. He looks at you with hopeless eyes.

"It's just that..." he sighs, his shoulders sagging more and more, "I don't see any point to anything anymore. I feel like my whole existence is a burden. How I'm just simply taking up space." 

"Jongin. That is not true. You are not some object taking up space. You are someone’s son, someone’s student, and a wonderful human being. I can see how so many people care about you so much and admire you. I wish you could try to see yourself from other people's eyes. Because you are worth so much more than you think." 

A knock sounds on the door. 

"I'm so sorry, but Mr. Kim's mom left this right now and told me to give them to you to discuss in session," Jihyo says as she walks in, her hands full of portfolios of beautiful drawing. Even though you know Jihyo knows she can’t interrupt when you’re meeting up with the patients, you don’t say anything. You can't help but notice your patient sitting up, the slight brightening of his eyes as your assistant walks in, his gaze not leaving her face even once.

"Here you go. Please don't mind but I happened to take a peek and they are gorgeous. Mr. Kim, you are so talented," Jihyo gushes as she looks at your patient with earnest eyes. Jongin sits up straighter, a smile adorning his plump mouth. 

"You really think so? Thank you. Thank you so much Ms. Jihyo," he says gruffly, but you can see his eyes leaving the dull vibes so fast.

"Ah, you know my name! It's no problem. I'll leave you two now," Jihyo chuckles as she moves towards the door.

"Ms. Jihyo wait!" Jongin says, standing up now. There was a nervous vibe radiating out of him.

"Doctor, if you don't mind. And Ms. Jihyo, if you don't mind as well. I would like to draw you." he said. 

"Me?" Jihyo squeaks, incredulous. But your heart feels triumphant at Jongin's words.

"Yes. I really, really want to, draw you."

 The day ends with Byun Baekhyun being a no show. You bid goodbye to your 21-year-old assistant, being disappointed when she says she couldn't find their contact number. 

"It's not even registered. Are you sure you got the name right?" 

You sigh as you take a warm shower and sit on your bed, rubbing your hair dry, your head full of nobody else but Baekhyun. 

That weird feeling was back again. The feeling of being watched. You slowly turn your head towards your open window and breathe a sigh of relief when you find no one there. You dress up in your white silk nightdress and head downstairs to heat some of the food Jihyo had left over. 

Before you move towards the kitchen, a loud knock on the door halts you in your steps.

It was nearly 10 pm. Frowning slightly and tightening your robe, you peak through the looking glass only to gasp in surprise.

It was him. 

In haste of wanting to know where he was all these days, you yank the door open recklessly. 

Immaculately styled yet again, Byun Baekhyun always looked handsome, but today he looked hot beyond words. The stylish one button black shirt, and the love engraved belt showing off his snatched waist, all the words that you wanted to speak fled you entirely. 

"Hello, Doctor. I bought you champagne," he looks up from under his abundance of baby eyelashes and smirks a delicious smile. And your unruly heart did that dull heavy thump for him again. 

You were now seated in the living room of your too big a house, him sitting awfully close beside you. It wasn't a bit wise of you, inviting in the irresistible man in your house so late at night. But you were tired. You were lonely. And you couldn't let him leave you with so many questions starting up a storm inside you, you never knew when he would come back again now that he stopped his ghosting.

You were determined to hold on to him as long as you were allowed.

So here you two were, cozying by the warm fire and sipping on the delicious drink he had bought so generously, declining one for himself though.

Apparently, he had gone overseas, his brother being the boss now, he hadn't been able to say no. You felt stupid for worrying so much, and also a bit apprehensive because he could've at least let your assistant know, who simply doesn't want to admit he is an actual client here!

"I'm sorry." he tell you, reading your mind easily through your eyes, "I should've let you know. It all just happened so fast. Coming back to you was very, hard," he clears his throat, taking your glass and filling it up for the second time.

You ask him how his health was, and he smiles brightly only to say it wasn't that well either.

"Are your traumas coming back?" you ask, clearly concerned. Not realizing you had leaned in too close to him in your worry.

He looks into your eyes and smiles yet again, the smile not really reaching his eyes. 

"You look really beautiful without your spectacles," he whispers instead, causing you to jerk back, the compliment hitting you hard right in the heartstrings. 

He stands up again now and wanders towards your turntable, and you can't help but notice how he always tiptoes over the important questions. How ambiguously he expresses his emotions.

It frustrates you a bit about how you don't know even one-fourth of his feelings. Except for his flirty smile and chivalrous moves that just seem to be a part of his personality. And so, because he never lets you on anything personal about him, you can tell he is just here to chase away his loneliness, too. And that you are just his doctor. 

Not someone important enough to convey his feelings into. 

You dump your glass of champagne at one go, letting the sweet burn numb the clench of your chest and pour another round for yourself. 

You don't hear as he admonishes you, asking you to slow down. 

"It's okay. I don't have work tomorrow anyways, so," you down another glass as you glance sideways at him, to catching him shaking his head. 

Slow music fills the room as he sets one of your vinyl records over the turntable. The sweet voice of Eric Benét fills the room. 

"I love this song so much," you say, a little tipsy, and the tunes of 'Still With You' match with the beats of your heart. You shake your head from side to side to the beats, smiling when Baekhyun grabs your hand and pulls you up, flush against his body. 

"Dance with me," he whispers hoarsely, putting both your hands around his neck and putting his own a little lower from where your waist is, over the curves of your hips. 

His hand feels light over the fabric of your flimsy nightdress, somehow revealed when the robe’s knot had come loose. Your nipples strain against your slip in reaction to his proximity. You should feel embarrassed, but the heady feeling of his hand rubbing circles over the small of your exposed back blur that twinge out completely. You couldn't feel his temperature for some reason, but you felt yourself getting a different kind of warm as you dare to look up and into his eyes. Maybe it was the champagne, or him, but everything felt so shiny, glowing. The most beautiful being him.

He presses his forehead against yours, and you both breathe out slowly as you move to the beautiful keys of the piano. Swaying in the same place, the warmth from the fireplace warming your flushed bodies more and more. 

Not once he lets go of his eye contact, his nose rubbing against yours every now and then. His ragged exhale lets your slightly drunk mind know that he was feeling as affected by this little dance as you were. The feelings that echoed in his eyes, the adoration, and tightening of his hands over your hips like he was afraid you'd slip away from his hands, made your eyes tear up. And you felt -you physically felt- your heart becoming this man's, this man you knew so little about. 

"Baekhyun sshi.." you whisper when the song ends.

"Baekhyun, please. Always Baekhyun for you, my love," he says, his eyes closing as he leans in for your lips. 

You do nothing to stop him. 

You didn't know where your nightdress had slipped away, and or when your panties were replaced with his wet mouth, making your cavern turn wetter. 

You gasped shakily, your hands grasping the headboard railing of your bed tightly as he slips in his fingers inside you, your head a little dizzy from the reckless champagne intake, but not enough to not feel what he was making you feel. 

"My love, my love, my love..." he moans somewhere from between your legs, his naked shoulders flexing, his head bobbing up and down as his mouth eats you out. 

You don't know when you end up being taken from behind, all you could feel was his delicious length rub your walls as no one else had ever done.

"Baekhyun..... Baekhyun...... Baekhyun," you chant in gasps, in between shallow inhales of dear breaths. 

The turntable downstairs plays the passionate verses of Whitney Houston's of "I Have Nothing" as you get fucked equally passionately by this man you had fallen in love with. 

He pulls you up by your neck, propping you over his organ and pressing you against his sweaty chest as he licks up the sweat of your neck hungrily. You were not praying, yet as you both knelt, it felt like it, his fingers wound through one of your hands and holding it over your heart, the other hand reaching down to rub sweet, torturous circles over your swollen wet nub.

"….Even if I want you so much it drives me crazy." his lips caress the words in your ear, making your spinning body and mind momentarily focus for a bit,

 "Even if I want and call for you all night long.... you ghost," he says, breathing heavily, pounding into you one more time that undoes your whole body and sends you into the shivering mess of a mind-numbing orgasm. 

The next morning or evening-you couldn't tell- the throbbing veins around your temples shake you awake. You moan, feeling quite disoriented as you turn from your side, your naked arm falling over the cold side of your bed instead of the body of a warm, alive man- the man who had made love to you so incredibly last night.  "Baekhyun?" you whisper, your voice hoarse and laced with a tiny tremor as your heart starting to realize that he hadn't stayed over.  Maybe he just left before I woke up, you think to yourself as you sit up slowly, your head giving a spin and making you realize that you had too many drinks the previous night.  Or maybe he was never... here. Another sinister thought slams into you like a whisper, realization hitting you as your eyes scan for any traces of him being in your room, your sheets devoid of any of the milky white trace of the love-making you remembered too well last night. You were too sure he hadn't used a condom.  No, that's impossible. He was here! you retort back to the sinister thought as you jump out from the covers, naked and quite sore. You rush to your bathroom, and when you stand in front of the mirror, there they were. Love bites. The marks Baekhyun had made over your thighs. Red and biting, small but so beautiful.  Your fingers slowly trace each one, feeling relieved by the second that you had not dreamt of such an incredible night. That it had happened.  And tracing those suckling marks also made you remember how good you felt when he was making them on you.  "Oh Baekhyun," you whisper, tearing up a little, and wishing he had stayed back for at least one cuddle session.  Why did he leave? Why didn't he at least leave a short message for you? Will he never come back?  Will he ghost you again? Will you not see him for another three weeks?  The thought became heavier and unbearable as your mind kept thinking about them, regurgitating the obvious. Soon you dressed and climbed downstairs to find his contact number again.  You knew his full name. So you were bound to find his information somewhere on the internet. You didn't know if he had taken this as a one night stand. To you, it didn't feel like it, and when he had whispered those words in your ear again before he made you come, you were sure it wasn't just a one-sided love affair.  Passing by the living room, you notice the champagne. But there was no glass.  You frown and when you open your office room door, your frown becomes deeper.  "Minseok sshi? What- what are you doing here?" you ask, stepping into the room, your heart beating fast because it wasn't normal to find one of your patients, one of the unstable ones, sitting behind your desk and going through your work files on an off-duty day. Sipping a glass of champagne in broad daylight. "Ohh, you're finally awake!" Minseok says, a little too chirpily, "I'm sorry for letting myself in your house like this. But I had to meet you. I saw you in my dreams last night." Minseok's took one more sip and put the glass down, his eyes full of terrible dark circles, his hair messed up.  He looked like something.... something had broken in him.  You step towards your patient with wary steps, eyeing the mess he had made by throwing down all your books and record files all over the floor in the search of something.  "Minseok sshi, I'm sorry to ask you about this. But I need you to leave," you say calmly, one hand raised facing towards him.  "I can't leave now, doctor. Not when I have finally seen the face of the North Korean spy who stabs me to death every day in my sleep," Minseok laughs in a high pitch, maniacal voice, raising goosebumps all along your spine.  "Minseok sshi, I don't understand. Please you're not in the right state of mind now."  "Right state of mind?? Huh! My dreams got worse after you gave me those pills. And look at this," he raises the painting of a rectangle, painted in the colors that resembled the North Korean flag.  Red.  White. Blue.  Let's have these colors as the major pointer for how you are feeling each day, okay, Jongin? you had said.  You mentally curse at yourself, fear trickling into your veins. He smashes the champagne glass on the floor and sits up, his whole face red now, his beautiful cat eyes big  and bloodshot, "I should have known they had sent you for me. You are the North Korean Spy assigned to kill me. I should've known it was you, whore," he spits on the painting, his hands becoming fists as he crumped the paper in a ruined ball.  "Minseok sshi, you are having an episode right now. Please remain calm, please I am not your enemy. I am your doctor. I am your doctor," your hands were shaking now, you should've grabbed your phone on the way. But you had to remain calm, because crumbling down would only result in both of you getting hurt. As if all the words spoken out of you hit an invisible barrier and never reached him, Kim Minseok roars like a dangerous animal, pushing everything and anything on your table, rushing towards you. And you couldn't do much but sprint for the telephone at your side.  Before you could speed dial Jihyo's number, his body knocks into yours, rendering you speechless and out of breath, his heavy body climbing onto yours, his knees sitting on top of yours in the classic "tackle your enemy to the ground" taught at the military training, what they didn't teach was how to choke your opponent to death. "No more you. No more dreams," he wheezes hoarsely, wrapping his steels arms around your throat.  Being a small woman, you could only do so much but claw at his hands as he squeezed the life out of you, your windpipe almost about to crush from the pressure.  You could feel your eyes starting to burn, your mouth going dry, your nose blocking up as the life went out of you little by little. Soon the strength from your hands became feeble too, your vision becoming blur with tears, your oxygen-deprived brain slowly starting to die.  Minseok pulls you by your neck and slams your head against the wooden floor. The last thing you hear before you lose your consciousness was running footsteps. The silhouette looked familiar. That same coat and yellow shirt you'd seen so many times. It was Byun Baekhyun, a bat in his hand, poised up and about to hit.  It was Baekhyun, and he was here to save you. Save me, Baekhyun.....

You wake up with a jolt, scrambling upright with your hands around your neck, gasping for air as if you were just drowning. No hands were pressing against them; although they were very sore.  "Sshhh it's okay. I'm here. I'm here," you hear a familiar voice whisper beside you and your head turns, body frightened and still alert, only to see that it was Baekhyun. Baekhyun in his comfortable turtle-neck and unstyled, boyish hair. Baekhyun with a worried look in his eyes. Baekhyun who was your patient but you didn't care anymore because you loved him.  A sob leaves your chest as he arms wrap around you, pulling you into his strong and warm chest, pulling you into his delicious scent that soon calms down your frayed nerves.  "It's gonna be okay. You are okay now my love. I'm here for you," he keeps repeating it like a mantra, kissing the crown of your soft hair as he rocked you like someone rocking a baby who had to awaken from a bad, bad dream.  "What happened to him? Tell me the police have detained him before he hurts someone else..." you ask tensely, frightened that if Minseok was still out there, someone else too would be getting harmed as you did.  "Yeah.. yeah. They-they got him. He is..uhh- they took him to criminally-insane mental hospital. Don't worry, he is not going to hurt anyone ever again." You look up from his chest now, "I would've been dead Baekhyun. If you hadn't come on time, he would've killed me. You saved my life," you say, your voice breaking at the end.  Now it was Baekhyun's eyes which watered with tears, he pulls you in his arms once again as the tears fall painfully from his eyes, "I'm sorry, baby girl. I should've come sooner. I should've never left you alone. Why did I leave you alone?" he starts to cry hard now, baffling you into stopping yours.  "Baekhyun... what are you saying.." There was so much pain in his cries. You kiss his temple as he now weeps into your chest, saying sorry again and again, even after you said it wasn't his fault.  Baekhyun stays with you for the next week, not moving from your side even for a second. He takes care of everything too. He says he called Jihyo to cancel all your appointments and to not come by, even though you wanted to see Jihyo and feel her comforting presence. Baekhyun removes all the mirrors in the house too, strangely, he says that the bruises around your neck were only healing now, and looking at them would only incite the trauma so it was better off not seeing them. You agree wholeheartedly, like everything else he was asking you to do. He stops you from going into your office, as that would simply also be traumatic to you. That somehow felt stranger than removing the mirrors. Even when you told him many times that the place needed cleaning up and re-organizing, he said he had taken care of it. 

He was taking care of everything.

You finally didn’t feel lonely anymore.

"Promise me you won't go in there. I've fixed everything, so just be with me," he would whisper ardently, hugging you and rubbing your back multiple times until you forget to give a damn.

Having Baekhyun made all your loneliness vanish into dust, he was such a warm soul to have around. His presence seemed more solid to you somehow, or you felt lighter, just like he used to feel. He'd cook while singing, would go to the bathroom while singing and while dancing with you he would also sing. But it was always the same song. You were convinced you had heard it somewhere often, but couldn't quite put a finger on it.

It was the night before the weekend ended, and it was raining heavily outside. Baekhyun was playing his jazz playlist again, his hair wet and messy around his forehead, his mouth iterating with the many stories he never seemed to run out of, and it was so romantic, so warm, so happy and giddy- you felt like you would explode. More than that, you felt like you would die if you didn't lick the pasta sauce off his lips right then.

"Isn't it tasty? My friend Kyungsoo had taught me this recipe," he said with a mouth full of meatballs and pasta, still pretty clueless about the slight sauce over his top lip that had missed his tongue when he had licked up his lips, and that was begging for your attention. 

You smiled and nodded your head in agreement, putting your index finger forward and quickly swiping the sauce and putting it in your mouth, "Very delicious," you said after sucking on it a little too loud, catching how Baekhyun's eyes glossed over at your little act. 

He dropped his fork and lifted that finger that you'd just licked, and keeping his eyes on yours, sucked your saliva off it.

Abandoning your plates of pasta, you both move like opposite magnets placed at close proximity, and devour each other's mouths, tongues rubbing together as you rip off the clothes from each other's body.

The days Baekhyun had spent, not once had he kissed you or sensually touched you. Yes, you both had cuddled, maybe even spooned, but nothing more than that. 

Now you were sitting on top of Baekhyun's straining hard-on at the dining table, grinding your clothed pussy over it as your mouths clashed over who should be the more dominant kisser.

Baekhyun grunted and stood up suddenly, pinning you against the wall nearby, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist giving you the leverage you needed to keep grinding against his length, until he stopped you- removing one of his strong hands to bring out his cock and line it against your hole. You whimpered as he rubbed his tip, gathering all your juice from the clit to the vagina before slipping in smoothly. 

You both gasp at the penetration, his gasps ragged as your snug hole feels so good around him, your gasps shaky as his width stretches you all too well, and before Baekhyun starts his mind-blowing thrusts, he whispered, "I will cum in you as much as I want tonight. And I'll make you cum so many times that you will forget your name, and remember only mine. Mine," he growls possessively, his pupils strangely black and so dark. Your walls squeeze themselves around him hard, anticipating the many little deaths he just promised with insane greed and lust.

And of course- Love.

In the morning, Baekhyun is still sleeping when you wake up. Your mind feels satisfied seeing him beside you, your bed not empty and cold like that first time, but warm and smelling of him.  Your eyes trace his features, his hands outstretched over his head, his brown hair messy and covering his forehead, his lips pinker than you could remember them being.  You were reminded of all the things those lips did to you last night and you blushed unconsciously. Your body shivered from remembering the times he made you come and you let out a shaky breath. Last night was gonna be hard to top off.  Despite your wish to snuggle inside his chest and entangle your naked legs with his in this brilliant morning and sleep some more, you were starving. So you decide to go downstairs and for the first time, make breakfast for him and you both. As you come downstairs alone, it feels as if, as if a cloud lifts from over your head. You slow down your pace as you think how you have not talked with your sister for days, how Jihyo had not visited you at all, and now you never hear your phone that would ring so many times a day, ring even once.  You entirely forget about breakfast, moving like a magnet towards the room you have avoided for over a week. You twist it open, and soon a raunchy smell hits your nose too hard.  You don't dare to turn on the lights in the hopes of making any sound that would wake Baekhyun up. He would be furious if he found you here. You didn't want to make him upset. You groan as you make yourself move forward still, your hands outstretched in the darkness, the only destination being your phone that sat near your coffee table. Every breath you inhaled hurt your insides cause of the god-awful smell.  Whatever had died in here? Thankfully your telephone was okay as your hands bought them to your lap. You pressed on to listen to the voicemails, the first one being from Jihyo. "Hey, this is so unlike of you to not receive your calls. I rang the bell so many times. But when you didn't open I assumed you had gone somewhere. Please call me as soon as you get this."  "Doctor, I canceled all your appointments after hearing the news. I hope you are okay. I understand that you would want time off when one of your patients die like that. It's so unfortunate that Minseok sshi killed himself. But you have to know it wasn’t your fault."  Minseok is dead?? your hands start shaking as the voicemails keep pouring in.  "Hey, love. It's been days. Please at least let me know if you are alright. I am so worried about you. Maybe this will interest you enough and stop you from ghosting me like this, but I wanted to tell you something about Mr. Byun Baekhyun. I really really think you got his name wrong..." I could've never gotten his name wrong... ...because the man's records show he is dead."  Impossible. "He is been dead for five years. He was an alcoholic, most probably after his wife had died very suddenly. He overdosed on sleeping pills and drowned himself in the bathtub of his own house."  You stand up, the telephone falling on the floor as your legs shake. You are unable to breathe.  "The most creepy part is, he was the previous owner of the house you're living in now. Jesus. I know right. Seriously crazy. Were you seeing his ghost all these days or something?" Jihyo's muffled voice chuckles, her tone light-hearted and joking. Joking... "What are you doing here?" a voice speaks from behind you.  You whip around, scared shitless as Baekhyun's familiar form slips inside the door smoothly, almost gliding. But instead of walking towards you, he stands there, motionless. 

"I-I was just checking my messages-" you try to speak. But right then, Sana's loud voice cuts through the room.

"Unnie! Why aren't you picking up your phone? Are you all alright? Please I need you to come home right now. Aunt Yuri is in the hospital. They are saying it’s a heart attack. Unnie… unnie. I’m so scared. Please call me." her panicked tone becomes a small voice as she cries helplessly, seeping in some ounce of bravery in you.

"Baekhyun, I have to go, I have to go to my sister right now," you whisper urgently as you try to move out of the godforsaken room, your wobbly legs gaining some strength as you avoid Baekhyun’s fathomless eyes, the deadness in them causing you to question everything that is happening around you.

Questioning reality.

Questioning his existence.

“You can’t go,” he whispers, his voice not of the sinister, cold kind as you were feeling.

You stop in your tracks as you hear the words. You stop in your tracks as he moves towards you, one step at a time. He doesn’t feel solid anymore. He feels like a part of a nightmare now.

“But… my sister needs me,” you plead brokenly, the room and his presence suddenly suffocating you.

He is standing in front of your shaking form as your eyes let go of the first teardrop since you had come in here. The unbearable stench had grown stronger, wafting towards you like you were standing too close to the source. He shakes his head, his eyes now red and watery around the edges, his face pale and devoid of any color. “You can’t leave,” he says this time, a different kind of heaviness in his words. “You can’t leave me. You can’t,” he repeats, his hands clasped and his shoulders slumped in some sort of defeat. “Why not?” you step away from him as he walks closer to you, his hands reaching out towards your face. “No!” you slap his hand away, hurt registering in his eyes immediately, “What the fuck does that mean?! You have to give me answers Baekhyun! Right now! That call from Sana was four days ago! I could’ve been there for her right away if you had let me come in here! And Jihyo! She- she says that Minseok is dead! She is saying that you are dead! Fuck, what- what does that even mean? And now you’re saying that you can’t let me go? For fuck’s sake, tell me why? Why can’t I leave? WHY?” you scream, tears pouring down your face as you look at Baekhyun’s shaking shoulder, unknowingly stepping further back from him in frenzy and to get rid of the smell that you were convinced was coming from him.

“Answer me Baekhyun!!!” you cry. Taking one more step back, your feet suddenly hits an object on the ground and you stumble, falling backwards, catching yourself from falling too hard as you land on your hands.

The small light from the curtains shines through, and your eyes adjust over the object that had made you trip.

At that moment, all air abandons your lungs, a thin shrill starts ringing in your ears as you see your own eyes staring back at you, glossy and unseeing, your face blue and bloated, a streak of dried blood running from your mouth towards your neck carrying the dark, angry handprints that had crushed your windpipe.

The smell wasn't coming from Baekhyun. It was from your body, your dead, rotting body lying limp and unmoving on the cold ground. 

“No no no no no no no-" you scramble away from it, your shaking hands pressing against your mouth as you stifle your gasping cries in them.

Baekhyun presence surrounds you suddenly, his arms wrapping around you and pressing your head against his chest. “This is why I didn’t want you to come in here. I’ve been such a bad husband, I failed to protect you the second time too,” Baekhyun says, his eyes dead and numb, his face expressionless and morose, his thin fingers quietly combing in your hair in robotic motions as you hiccup and sob, unable to look away from your dead body. “When you first moved in, I could feel your soul, Yoojung, I knew that you had come back to me. And I had to come to you, to let you know that I was here, that I was stuck here waiting for you,” he iterates, his voice husky and soft as if he was speaking to a frightened child.

“Yoojung?”

“But you didn’t remember me. You didn’t even remember our song. The song you had written for me. The song that you had written the night you had jumped off the bridge, the night you had killed yourself,” Baekhyun keeps on talking, letting sobs break from his dead chest now.

"I had memorised it you see, I had memorised it and repeated it until the moment the water filled up my lungs in the bathtub," he says, smelling your hair deeply.

“Why did you leave me, Yoojung? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me, hm?” his repeats in a sing-song voice, rocking your body in his arms as he cries. The hand in your hair grips back roughly as he pulls your face to look at him. “Look at me. These eyes, the soul inside of you.. yes, it is you. Because nobody has ever looked at me the way you do. When that man came to kill you, I could’ve saved you. I wanted to save you. But I didn’t...”

You gasp as the horror deepens, tears streaming down your face endlessly.

“Now that I think of it, in the end, I think it was… it was for the best. Because now you won’t be able to leave me even if you wanted to. This house doesn’t let you leave. It doesn’t let you leave even if you try. I tried to leave, I tried to join you too, it was so hard when even after taking my life I couldn't be with you. But that's okay now. Everything will be okay now,” he says, his hollow eyes that were big and round, finally clearing the dead numbness into a mix of insanity and love.

He brushes the hair away from your tear stained face and kisses your cheeks. “Yes, my love. Do you remember me now? Do you remember us? Do you remember how much I loved you even though I was always so far away? I will never leave your side now, Yoojung. We will stay here, in this house that you had built for us, and decorated with your beautiful paintings.”

“You and I will be together forever.”

A helpless sob builds up from your chest as his words hit you, a soul-crushing cry leaving your lips that the dead man’s ghost mistakes as a cry of happiness. His hollow, crazy eyes smile through his own tears, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cry and cry and cry.

You cry because you were not his wife. You cry because you were not Yoojung. You were not Yoojung.

 THE END

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[nicadilly]

If crinkle sent you here, YES i picked the worst chara to simp for, YES i am mildly ashamed. In my defense i was very quick to whisk off this dip to an AU in which NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS, EVERYBODY LIVES AND NOBODY HURTS. EVERYONE IS SOOOOO NICE TO ONE ANOTHER

(its called the latte au. peeps who are not in on the secret latte projects will simply have to hope Crink will upload the super secret fics one day ;)

#nope its not a coffee shop au #i dont EVEN LIKE COFFEE #tea all the way baby #among us #crinklytinfoil #amogus #innersloth #imposter #aliens #tentacles #terato #exo #xeno #xeno/philia #alien #body horror #ohh my little guy! #my little white twink! #he is very evil and mean #thank gosh he is sooo nice and pleasant in the au! #wouldnt hurt anyone ever? unless...

[joongalez]

Ateez Interactive Horror AU

Remember EXO Yongma? Remember BTS Outcast?

An Ateez version is coming.

Watch this space.

Share with your friends.

Be ready.

February 13th.

#ateez #ateez horror au #ateez horror #ateez au #ateez interactive au #ateez interactive story #interactive #interactive story #fanfic #interactive fanfic #ateez fanfic #exo yongma #bts outcast #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #interactive au #interactive horror au #ateez interactive

[acatwhowritesthings]

There's enough sun, its reflection sparkling on the water, to plainly see no one on or in the water. Chanyeol cups his hands around his mouth and calls Jongdae's name.

No reply. Crickets continue chirping to greet the dusk; frogs croak and creak, and birds sing to the setting sun.

After unlocking and looking into the shed housing boats and buoys—which would be a strange place to find Jongdae, but whatever—Chanyeol sighs and locks the padlock. It rattles as it falls moments before a drawn-out scream rises up from the trees behind him, disturbing the birds ready to roost.

In the following silence, Chanyeol is still. His body and brain are uncoordinated and off-beat. Realizing that the scream could only come from two of the three other people around, he starts running. Hurtling through the trees and hurdling over obstacles, he doesn't consider the fact he doesn't know where the scream came from or what he could be running towards. Simple instinct drives him forward, following some pull that draws him to the source.

The pond.

continue reading The End of Summer on AO3, AFF, DW

#exo #exo fic #exo fanfic #monthyeol #chanyeol fic #chanyeol fanfic #horror au #camp au #acatwhowrites

[forlix]

‧ ❆ ˚ 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝・h.j.

— stars flare brightest in the absence of light, and you see his clearer than day.

words・6.4k

pairing・han jisung x female reader

genres・college!au, friends with benefits to lovers, snowed in trope, smut, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS THAT INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED, angst, ANGST, you have been warned, hurt/comfort, i can't write normal fluff to save my life, happy ending!!!, semi-slow burn

warnings・depictions of insomnia, recurring nightmares, graphic violence, character death (in the nightmare), fears of abandonment and falling in love, alcohol consumption, humans helping each other heal. smut warnings under the cut

playlist・stay - acoustic by jonah baker・all of me by big gigantic・babydoll (speed) by ari abdul・oasis by exo・volcano by han

a/n・hi, here's my second installment of winter falls. writing this was immensely challenging and twice as meaningful, so feedback would be greatly appreciated. thank you to my may for being so fucking instrumental in piecing together this rollercoaster—this one is for you, i love you. thanks to my sahar for everything, always and forever. and thanks to all of you for being here. happy new year ♡

smut warnings・spitplay, unprotected piv, please practice safe sex!!!, car sex, dirty talk, jisung's dick game is kinda crazy, squirting, lots of aftercare

Every time Jisung closes his eyes, he sees somebody’s back.

It’s leaving. Traipsing somewhere he can’t follow. He tries to chase it—he always does, he never learns—but the premise doesn’t so much as surface before the ghosts circling around his ankles go for his throat instead. They snare him by the shoulders, force him to his knees, slam his forehead into the permafrost hard enough to break bone. They make sure the next time he tries to move will be the last.

So he remains, keeled over in the cold, until tearwater clings to his lower lashes in small icicles. Until bloodstained snow coats his lips like the manifestation of a curse. Until the back has disappeared.

Who does it belong to? He’s left to wonder. Where is it going?

Why can’t I follow?

Then he wakes up.

No longer does he lay awake for hours afterwards, scouring the dream’s every frame for his answers.

Now, he tosses and turns in clammy sheets until his exhaustion wins.

Now, he welcomes sleep like a miracle granted by some pitying god.

You see him.

Through a living room packed with red-faced partygoers and dissected by oscillating strobe lights, albeit, but you see him anyways. 

Jisung can barely make out the rest of your face—he blames the lighting, or the soju, or both—but your eyes alone turn him to glass. Not a fancy vase through which the world distorts, but a simple pane that puts him and his ghosts on full display.

He hopes you like horror movies.

Felix knows you, because of course he does, and Jisung has never been happier to call the extroverted Australian his friend than when you come over to say hi. You stumble out of the crowd all smudged makeup and sweaty skin, your figure hugged by a short black dress with two diamond-shaped openings just above your hips, your glossy lips curved in a drunken smile. Jisung immediately wants it against his mouth.

Instead, it disappears behind his friend as you pull him into a quick hug. A few wisps of your hair dust over Jisung’s arm, momentarily replacing the smells of grease and vodka with cherry blossoms and vanilla.

“Lix, hey!”

“Darling, it’s good to see you! Feels like it’s been ages.”

“I know, right? How are you? How is everything?”

“Good, thank you. Just happy the semester’s over.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Then you go to lift your drink and discover thin air in its place. “Or I won’t. Whoops.”

This prompts Jisung’s first contribution to the conversation—and his first effortless laugh in a long while.

“Eventful night, huh?”

He meets your gaze from all of two feet away this time, and his knees buckle under him. That gaze, fuck. So clear and true, like a prism of glass refracting light into a rainbow. He would let you refract him a thousand times over if he had any light to give.

“Maybe,” you giggle. “Seems I’m a little too happy the semester’s over.”

“Wanna not get a drink to celebrate?”

Your expression flickers. Not in a bad way, more like you hadn’t expected him to ask so soon—or for yourself to have your answer so quickly.

A strobe light catches right under your eye and refracts the color in your blushing face. A rainbow.

“I’d like that.”

He tilts his head towards the kitchen. You give Felix’s elbow a light squeeze before moving past him; he gives Felix a glimpse of his growing smile before falling into step behind you. The blonde shakes his head, throws back the rest of his beer, then swivels at the sound of someone calling his name from across the foyer.

Felix will get drunk enough to forget the sight of you leading Jisung up the stairs, two bottles of pink lemonade tucked under your arm. Nothing stronger, as promised.

Jisung asks his question an entire minute after he intends to. “Where are we going, by the way?”

“Somewhere I can see your pretty face without having to squint,” you reply, and his stomach tumbles like a schoolboy with a valentine.

You don’t stop at the second floor. Instead, you nudge open a door Jisung swears just materialized to his left and emerge into the night air.

It’s warm for December, but he’s still met with chilly winds licking down the sides of his neck. That’s not the only reason he shudders, though. Below his feet, he finds a metal platform akin to that of a fire escape. Above his head, a staircase that looks one forceful step away from dropping off the side of the building.

You turn towards it. 

In a hurry, he sputters, “I’m, uh—I’m not sure about this.”

A beat passes. Your hold on his wrist loosens, not to let go, just to trace wordless reassurance down the back of his hand. Your fingers feel perfect sliding into the spaces between his, like drops of honey in the craters of soufflé pancakes.

“It’s safer than it looks, I promise.”

Jisung heaves a sigh. It seems saying no to you is an impossible task.

You’re right, though. The iron rungs are surprisingly rigid beneath his feet, and the two of you make it to the roof with no trouble. He does stumble when you pull him up onto the gravel, but it’s intentional, a purposeful blunder to have you closer. To snag another glimpse of that blush, another trace of that floral vanilla.

“Sorry,” he whispers almost directly upon your lips. And that earns him all three.

The next hour evades him for the most part, and Jisung is pissed about it. He’s with the woman of his dreams under a sky so clear it’s almost lustrous and he’s too shitfaced to recollect when he gave you his hoodie to wear; what you said that made his lungs capsize with how hard he laughed; how you ended up so close to each other, your legs strewn over his lap, his hands tracing over your thighs.

Thankfully, he remembers a few things. He remembers how frighteningly easy you are to talk to; he remembers your habit of smacking his stomach when you get flustered; he remembers you getting flustered a lot. He remembers the timbres of your different laughs and how your stunning features crinkle with each. He remembers feeling like a pane of glass in front of you, just like he had downstairs, and he remembers liking it, somehow. Liking the way you see through him, the way you allow him to just exist as he is. Liking the way you acknowledge his ghosts with such nonchalance, inviting them over for tea and biscuits.

He wants to remember everything about you.

It’s not often he wants to remember anything.

Eventually, your conversation comes to a natural close. In its absence, Jisung notices that the alcoholic sludge in his brain has largely diffused; with it, the rumbling bass of the party below. The full moon hangs at its highest point, blanketing the two of you with anticipatory silence, nudging you towards the only topic you’ve yet to breach.

He meets your gaze again, from all of two inches away this time, and his insides twist.

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

You blink at him, not following. Then he leans his forehead against yours, lets his eyes flicker to your mouth with such unbridled want that you’re instantly dizzy—and no longer confused.

Regret pools in your eyes moments before they close. “Yes, I think so.”

Your lips are so, so close that he can feel the air shift between you when they move, can feel the soft warmth emanating from them. Jisung pulls away before he does anything stupid.

You do the stupid thing for him.

You push his shoulders to the plaster behind him, push yourself onto his lap with a swing of your body and a slotting of your legs on either side of him. 

The plush of your thighs hugging his hips, the curves of your breasts pressed against his chest, Jisung tries to stare up at you, perplexed, aroused. But you’re so close that he can’t, so he settles with whispering upon the underside of your chin, “what are you—”

“Gimme your lemonade.”

The authoritative words come out in a slurred haze, and he all but hastens to oblige. 

You pluck the plastic bottle from his wavering grasp. His empty hand hovers as if uncertain where to go. But matters as trivial as hand placement drop off his mind’s precipice as he watches you unscrew the cap, the slope of your neck illuminated by spindly moonlight, and without thinking he pushes his hands beneath the hem of your—his—hoodie.

The skin of your waist is warm and smooth where his fingertips are cold and calloused, the juxtaposition unimportant in your reciprocal desires to touch and be touched.

“Open,” you murmur.

His jaw goes slack, firstly from pure disbelief. Then, obedience. The dark locks that obstruct his vision of you fall away as his head meets the brick half-wall behind him, as if the midnight breeze itself mandated their removal.

You pour some of the pink liquid past Jisung’s parted lips. Stray rivulets slip down his cheek and vanish beneath his neckline. You break eye contact to follow their path with dilated pupils and fluttering lashes. With unadulterated desire.

He swallows, gently, and feels the sweet substance surround his tonsils.

He swallows, forcefully, when you wrap your lips around the bottle, the plastic still slathered in his spit.

The swig you take is long, deep. Your throat bobs and your eyes close as if you’re savoring a finely-aged nectar. Then your lips are popping off the opening with a soft thwock, leaving a thick strand of saliva to suspend, suspend, suspend until the very second it’s about to drop, which is when you collect the residue with a deft swipe of your tongue.

“A placeholder,” you breathe, and Jisung’s head careens. A shared bottle. An indirect kiss.

“You’re a monster,” he croaks.

You giggle and lean down, curling a hand around his cheek, pressing a wet kiss to his Adam’s apple.

“Tomorrow, if we’re both sober…”

One, two, three pecks up the length of his jaw.

“...and you still remember my address…”

A suckle to the lobe of his ear.

“...you can kiss me, for real.”

A trembling breath.

“And then some.”

Jisung moans, loudly.

Thankfully, he remembers a few things.

He shows up at your place shortly after sunset the next day. You swing open the door, your face already alight with your world-ending smile.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Then he’s kissing you like a man famished.

Jisung learns to love your back, that night. He loves its dips and curves, loves its rise and fall. Loves how it arches into him, how it looks drenched in his cum. It’s the back of his dreams.

The back in his dreams keeps walking.

Jisung has never liked winter.

He has never liked its winds, whispering woefully as if mourning something unnamed and unseen. He has never liked its palette, whitewashing the world as if refracting a rainbow in reverse.

He has never liked cracking open his eyes and seeing the scenery of his nightmare outside his window. Nor does he like trudging over the sleet as if weighed down by the same ghosts that break him time and time again in his dreamscape. They love winter. 

And this winter, he swears, is the bitterest yet. On the nights when he’s allowed to sleep, the nightmare comes in such sharp relief that he thinks he’d rather anything else, the ghosts meaner, the blood redder, the silhouette slower. It’s an act of mercy when he’s still awake by the time bleached sunlight perforates the curtains, resting upon his salted cheeks and balled fists.

This winter, it is not just dislike that he feels towards the gray winds—it’s hatred. A maelstrom of loathing so large and dark that Jisung no longer knows where it’s headed or what it’s directed to. Or who.

When winter break comes to an end, he’s probably the only person who’s happy about it.

His friends certainly aren’t, looking like a line of angry nutcrackers with their folded arms and thunderous faces standing outside Greem Cafe.

Jisung calls out a greeting as he jogs towards them, and cue the grumbling.

“What is there to smile about? Enlighten us.” That’s Hyunjin. “I have to deal with four finals and three essays in the next five days and this guy is smiling.”

“He’s accepted his fate, I reckon.” That’s Felix. “We should do the same, boys. Let ourselves down easy, y’know?”

“No, no, he’s smiling because he remembered to bring me his chem notes.” That’s Jeongin. “You did, right? Please say you did.”

Jisung is stunned into silence. “Can I not be happy to see my friends?”

“No,” Hyunjin and Felix reply in unison.

“My bad,” he sighs.

“My notes,” Jeongin repeats.

“I have them, dude. Let’s sit down first.”

The younger boy shouts an impassioned “THANK YOU” at the sky like the clouds just saved his GPA. Jisung reaches for the door to the café, then stops at the sound of Felix’s voice.

“We’re waiting on one more person.”

He turns towards the blonde with puzzled eyes. He’d been under the impression the study session would comprise just them four.

“Who?”

Felix’s response falters on his tongue when he catches sight of something in the distance, and his face changes in a way Jisung’s seen before.

“Look behind you.” Felix shuffles past him, raising his voice to shout, “yo!”

Jisung glances away from the newcomer as quickly as he sees her. It’s not until his eyes pivot to the fire hydrant across the street that he processes her identity.

In one second flat, his mind clutters full. He thinks back to that party, when all it took was the sight of your smile for him to theorize you were the most exquisite thing ever made. He thinks back to the next evening, when he kissed you and verified his hypothesis. He thinks back to what followed and would continue to follow in the few days that remained before break: entwined tongues and emblazoned hickeys, whitened knuckles and whiny praise, snapping hips and shaking bedframes.

This winter, Jisung swears, is the bitterest yet.

But seeing you, the scarf wound multiple times around your neck doing nothing to hide your gorgeous smile, feels like catching a fragment of summer in his frozen hands.

“Thank god,” Felix groans before embracing you. Collapsing on you, more like. “I’m saved.”

You reach around to pat the boy on the back, your eyes brimming with laughter. “Lower your expectations, please. I did well on one exam.”

“You aced the midterm. That automatically makes you a rocket scientist,” Felix corrects, his voice muffled into the shoulder of your coat. A few beats of silence pass. Then, “this is comfy.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go get some caffeine in you,” you giggle. “We have a lot of ground to cover today.”

Felix straightens up sleepily. And sadly. “Superb.”

Jisung hangs back as you introduce yourself to Hyunjin and Jeongin. He doesn’t even notice his growing smile until you’re standing directly in front of him and for the first time in three weeks there’s the smell of cherry blossoms in the air and a rainbow shining on his face again.

“Hi,” he offers.

“Hey,” you reply.

Hyunjin is the one to shatter the prolonged silence that follows. “Are you guys betrothed?”

Felix and Jeongin stalk into the café snickering. You and Jisung trail behind with flaming cheeks.

It takes Jisung two and a half hours to talk to you again. At that point in the afternoon, Felix is napping on the second practice test you’ve given him; Hyunjin has downed three shots of pure espresso and is currently viewing his screen with concerning intensity; Jeongin is at another table on a quiet Zoom call with his chemistry T.A., Jisung’s notes clutched to his chest like a life vest. And you’re leaning back against your seat opposite to him, scrolling through your phone in what he presumes to be a well-deserved study break. As good a time as any.

He opens up his texts with you. His fingers fly across the keyboard.

Jisung: do you have plans after this?

Your eyes stutter to the top of your screen, linger there for a moment, and lock onto Jisung’s from across the table.

He presses his lips into a thin line to suppress his smile. You let yours spill over in full form, and with it comes a soft giggle that would be worth getting his number fucking blocked just to hear one more time.

Three gray dots appear before elongating into a prompt response.

Y/N: I was gonna ask you the same thing…

He’s the one who laughs this time. Fuck, you’re cute. You’re so cute.

Jisung: can i take you to dinner? Y/N: Yes, I’d love that :) Y/N: When should we leave? Jisung: 9? Y/N: Sounds good~ Jisung: cool Jisung: it’s a date Y/N: It’s a date! Y/N: Excited 💛

With that, you put your phone face down and return to work, though your lips remain privately upturned. Jisung wants to kiss them again.

He also wants to turn you into a mess on his cock again.

Or both.

He doesn’t get much studying done after that thought surfaces.

Jisung: me too <3

When nine o’clock rolls around, you and Jisung begin cleaning up your work stations in near-perfect simultaneity. There’s confusion written all over Hyunjin’s and Jeongin’s faces as they watch you swing your backpacks over your shoulders—but Felix’s expression is a blank slate as he sips from his macchiato. Your ingenuity isn’t the only reason he invited you today.

As you make your way out of the café, your shoulders brush once, twice, and then Jisung drops his hand into the space between the two of you without uttering a word. You scoop it up in your own without missing a beat.

He steps into the freezing night feeling warm all over.

“You know what I realized?” You say as you walk towards his SUV.

“What did you realize?”

“We’ve never had a sober conversation before. Can we change that tonight?”

Jisung has broken hearts before.

There’s no euphemistic way to describe his tendency to abuse the sensitive organs, to wring them out and throw them away like irrelevant trash. To juggle and drop them with a sheepish laugh like they’re nothing more than props in a circus act.

He doesn’t do it to save himself or his partners from getting hurt or any self-ingratiating bullshit like that. It’s for himself, all for himself. All to unload his balls and his mind for fifteen blissful seconds. 

There’s blood on his hands. He never cared to wash it off.

Except you are the one asking for his heart this time around, a dash of hope in your smile as you do so, and he thinks it would be his life’s greatest honor to be discarded by you.

“Sure,” he answers.

He doesn’t even last until he’s inside the car.

Your back meets the door to the passenger’s seat, guided there by his hands on your hips. From millimeters away he watches your surprise morph into understanding, then darken into lust.

“I like when we don’t talk, though.”

It’s the most annoying thing in the world to remove so many layers in such a cramped space.

Combined, your clothing forms a tower high enough to block out the driver’s window completely. An unnecessary blockade.

The glass fogs up anyways.

“Fuck, Ji, yes, right there, oh my god.”

You have your legs spread open and the back of your neck digging into the cupholder on the door. It’s not comfortable. You’re too busy getting fucked open to care.

Jisung detaches his lips from your neck to ask, “here, baby?”

The head of his cock hits that gummy spot again, harder, sweeter. You convulse, your hand scrambling for purchase in his raven locks.

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, please.”

Please. The word plays over in his fuzzy mind.

It seems saying no to you is an impossible task.

His cock slips out of you and you lament the loss of contact with a high wail.

“W-why’d—where’d you go?”

He can’t help but chuckle at how incoherent you’ve become. He cradles the back of your head with a tender hand and lowers your upper body onto the leather seat, adjusting himself to your new elevation.

“Right here, beautiful. Didn’t go anywhere—promise—” 

He expels the final word through gritted teeth as he slams into you again, and the new angle is glorious. Your bodies keen in flawless harmony. Profanities tumble from his lips in a steady stream before they turn back into syllables.

“Would never go anywhere. Would never leave without making this pretty pussy cream like it deserves—holy fucking shit, baby.”

You clench around him at his words and then he’s setting a new, relentless rhythm, rocking the whole vehicle with every hearty smack of his hips against yours, your wet walls squeezing him so dreamily he thinks he sees nirvana with every thrust.

You’re enjoying it just as much, if the bubbles of spit in the corner of your mouth are any indication, and Jisung is viciously proud to be the cause. Unbelievably lucky to feel your breasts jiggling under his chest and your nails digging into the back of his neck.

“Good?” He whispers, and you nod blissfully.

“So—good, Ji, so fucking good. Your cock is perfect, fuck, I can’t even—can’t even think.”

“You’re the perfect one. Can’t believe how well your cunt takes me, shit. It’s like it was fucking made for this.”

“It was,” you breathe, and he nearly shoots his load into you at this alone. “It was, it was—oh, god, I think—think I’m gonna come—”

“Do it,” he rasps. “Come for me. Come on this cock and it’s yours.”

“R-really?”

“Really.”

“Then, I will. I’ll come on your cock—make it mine. Need it so fucking bad, I’m so fucking close, oh—please—”

He anchors himself in place with a hand against the windowsill and the other travels down your body to rub fast, tight circles into your clit. You let out a wanton, prolonged moan, tilt your head back to expose him to your fluttering throat. And then you’re pulling his lips onto yours again, and the following kiss is sloppy beyond belief, the kind that can only antedate the happiest of endings.

“My cock,” you sigh into his mouth. “Mine.”

“Forever,” is the breathy response he doesn’t know if he means, the response he gives you anyways.

And then you curl your fingers in his hair. Clamp your teeth around his lower lip. Clench your thighs around his waist. There’s liquid everywhere. Tearwater spilling down the sides of your face. Release gushing all over his dick and pelvis and backseat.

He catches up the moment he realizes what’s just happened. Pulls out of you. Presses his head against the roof of his car. Spits on his hand. Pumps his pulsating cock. Sends himself over the edge you’ve just finished tripping over.

Eventually, he regains feeling in his limbs.

He opens his eyes, surveys the damage, and grins.

Your stomach is covered in ropes of white, your expression hidden behind your hands. You start shaking your head in profuse embarrassment the moment you feel his eyes on you.

“You squirted,” he says.

“I know,” you almost yell, and his grin erupts into a laugh.

He lowers himself back over you, takes your wrists, and removes them from your blushing face. He doesn’t think he’s seen you so flustered before and it has him palpitating in ways he never thought feasible.

Maybe he did mean the damn thing after all.

He pushes off the strands of hair clinging to your damp forehead and replaces them with a gentle kiss. “It was sexy as fuck and you’re everything.” 

There’s a certain softness in your eyes when he pulls away. He hopes, for your sake, it’s all in his head.

His car is in need of aftercare most of all. You shrug on your clothes with considerable effort and get to work, all while sharing comfortable chatter and easy laughter.

Those things persist during your dinner date at a nearby Chinese restaurant and the drive back to your place, which Jisung knows well enough to no longer need his GPS. Those things persist until he kisses you goodbye on your doorstep, because he would have to be fucking crazy not to after you gave him the best night he’s had in so long.

After you reminded him that he’s still capable of comfort and ease, in spite of it all.

Snow comes a few weeks into the new year. 

This winter, it falls late, and it falls hard, like a gust of breath expelled from drawn lungs at the very last minute. Held there as if lying in wait for something unnamed and unseen. 

The gust of breath is too quiet to be heard over the one Jisung lets out against the shell of your ear. “Wait here.”

He goes to roll off you. You don’t let him just yet, darting your hand around his wrist and bringing his face back within centimeters of yours.

Han Jisung is beautiful. You knew it for the first time at that houseparty and you’ve known it every hour of every day since. But it’s always clearest to you in the afterglow, when his bare skin is golden and sticky and his delicate lips bitten to bright fuchsia. 

When his irises have gone black and you see stars, flaring in the absence of light.

You close the distance that remains between you. Your lips part with a content sigh. Your hands drift over the slant of his neck; his find home in the dips above your waist.

He breaks away once you’re both out of breath, and the pad of his thumb wipes lightly at your lower lip.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” you reply shyly. “I couldn’t help myself.”

The smile this brings to his face reminds you of a candle’s flame. Soft on the eyes and scalding to the touch when he presses it back against your lips. Once, twice.

“Can you wipe your cum off me now?” You whisper, and he laughs straight into your mouth.

The mattress lifts. His footsteps grow quieter. You shiver in his absence.

Only then do you notice the blizzard.

You stumble off the bed to throw your curtains aside. Snow descends from the sky like spools of unraveling yarn. The streetlights have been reduced to foggy specks, the parked cars to blurry heaps. Every sidewalk and rooftop in sight has already been slathered in ivory.

Jisung announces his return with a disbelieving whistle.

“Am I dreaming?” You murmur.

“When did that happen?”

“I have no idea.”

You don’t even notice the wild smile on your face until you turn to him and catch his reaction to it. He looks like he’s asking himself the same question.

“C’mere,” he hums, and you oblige.

He laves the warm towel over your breasts and stomach, as well as the places his release has trickled since you flung yourself to your feet. All while supporting the small of your back with a touch fatally careful, an expression wholly adoring. All evidence of just how blurry the line between sexual escapade and lover has become in two short months.

Your ribcage fucking throbs.

“You don’t seem excited,” you say.

He finishes cleaning you off. You give him a distracted thank you, noticing the sudden shadow draped over his face like a netted veil.

“I’m not,” he answers, not unkindly.

“You don’t like snow?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

He circles around the bed to get dressed. You bend to pick up the clothes tossed aside earlier and drop them into your hamper, then slip into a clean pair of underwear and sweatpants.

“It’s a long story.”

Just as you reach for a top, a bundle of cloth travels in an arc across your bedroom and hooks itself around the crook of your arm. His T-shirt. 

You glance at Jisung. He’s already looking elsewhere, but his private smile makes its way onto your face as you slip it on.

“Well, I have time.” You sink into your mattress, now surrounded by his muted musk, his papyrus and petrichor. “We’ll be stuck here a while, after all.”

“Stuck?” Jisung repeats, the lanyard of his car keys dangling from the pocket of his hoodie, his feet turned towards the door.

A pregnant pause commences. His intentions dawn, and you gape.

“You’re not driving right now.”

He breaks eye contact.

“Right?”

That was the plan, you read in his expression.

You know better than trying to reverse a river’s current by kicking up rocks. You know better than trying to curtail the flight of an albatross by clipping its wings.

You know better than asking someone who thinks he was made to leave to stay.

And you won’t.

“I have somewhere to be early tomorrow morning,” he stammers, the lines terribly rehearsed. “The snow’s not heavy, I’ll be—”

“Stay.”

You’re not asking.

Jisung looks at you, startled, as you glide across the bed. You place your feet on the hardwood and circle your arms around his waist. Lace your fingers upon the hollow of his back. His pulse goes uneven at your abrupt proximity.

Akin to the drag of a feather, you mouth at his cheek, then the side of his neck.

“You can stay, Jisung.”

He shudders at your words, and you’ve got him.

It’s oddly normal, the sight of him clambering into your bed in your clothing—a pair of old sweatpants and your favorite crewneck—like this isn’t the first time you’re sleeping together in your two months of sleeping together.

In fact, the only indication of anything unordinary is the floaty feeling in your stomach when your head hits the pillow and discover Jisung’s face only inches away. He drapes an arm over your waist, gathering you close. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

The inevitable question follows.

“Can I save the story for another time?”

“Sure,” you return, keeping your voice small. He doesn’t hear your disappointment this way. “Should we go to sleep, then?”

“We should.”

Your foreheads touch. Your noses bump together. Your eyes cross, watching the adoration pull at his. You dimly register your hand threading in his fluffy locks, his thumb running over your cheekbone. Your lashes narrowly miss the surface of his eyes, and then he tips your face up by millimeters.

You don’t remember when you fall asleep. You only recall the hour beforehand that you spend with Jisung’s lips traversing yours, like you are the ocean and he’s uncovering new waters with every bruise he prints against your throat, every suckle he leaves around your tongue.

In your dream, the roles reverse and you are the one exploring him, mapping out his constellations with wide-eyed wonder.

You wake to a black hole.

For the first five seconds, you see nothing. You hear nothing. You feel nothing. You only blink in the darkness, your mind kicking into groggy gear to ask the very good question of why you’re conscious again.

Instinct moves your hand across the mattress. Empty space greets you where Jisung should be. Unfounded dread shoves your back off the bed. You gasp, the sound seeming to echo in the cavernous silence.

Your eyes adjust enough to discern light in the crack beneath your door, and you’re wide awake.

The following events go by in a blur. You stumble out of bed and into your closet, fastening your fingers around the thickest piece of fabric you find. You fly into the living room, where the lamp by the couch is left on and the pair of worn black Converse on your doormat have gone missing.

The front door is cracked open, and through the narrow inches you spot someone hunched on the stairs outside, his dark hair dyed platinum by the awning light’s fluorescence.

Your heart stills in relief, then quickens with anxiety.

You’ve tried wearing this crewneck in January enough times to know you can’t. In fact, you suspect that it somehow soaks up the temperature, lets it seep in between its every seam until it becomes one with the bitter winds. 

But he isn’t shivering, you notice as you take a seat next to him, draping the puffer over both of your shoulders on your way down. He’s simply staring off into the bleak storm, snowflakes sitting atop his head like a coating of ash, their color matching that of his frozen skin. He’s becoming one with the bitter winds. 

At first, you don’t recognize the man in front of you.

You’re well familiar with those ring-laden hands and the whetted jawline thrown into shadow, those remnants of cologne clinging to his frame. But you have never seen that gaze before, bloodshot and bleak and belonging to somebody new. Somebody who isn’t completely here, straddling the partition between the realms of people and phantoms.

Then he lifts his eyes and you see stars, flaring in the absence of light. Your stars.

And you recognize him for the first time ever.

You drop your hand to your hip, and his fingers feel stiff and cold and perfect, sliding into the spaces between yours.

“Why don’t you like snow?” You ask.

Jisung’s eyes return to the swirling sleet, but he moves your interlocked hands to rest on his thigh, and you know that he’s with you.

He’s been having this nightmare.

It takes place in a small clearing. It’s winter, and everything is covered in snow. Not the gentle kind that you can catch on your tongue, but the unyielding kind that’s hard and dense and covered in cracks, like a lake newly frozen over.

Somebody is in front of him, walking away. He can only see their back. He wants to chase after them. He doesn’t want to be left behind. But there are ghosts nearby, and they’ll split his skull open on the permafrost and tie his windpipe into a pretty bow if he so much as dreams of pursuit. He always does. He doesn’t know how not to.

Normally, the back leaves, and he can do nothing but remain. He can direct his loathing only to the snow into which he bleeds. 

Normally, he waits for the dream to end with something bordering on boredom. He’s seen this movie too many times. He fucking hates how it ends.

This time, though, the snow tastes like something.

After the flavors deliquesce upon his tongue, his head shoots up, his eyes blowing wide as they latch onto the retreating figure. He knows who it is.

His feet scrabbles against the ice with his attempts to rise to them. He lunges forward with frenzied resolve, and that is when the ghosts snap his neck.

He wakes up.

“Cherry blossoms and vanilla.”

You blink, tearwater streaking from your eyes in silent, steaming trails.

“That’s—”

My shampoo.

A broken sob escapes you in lieu of the rest of your sentence, and Jisung laughs, a flimsy facade that crumbles when he lifts his hand to dab at your moistened cheeks and it’s trembling.

“Silly,” he murmurs. “I’m used to it now.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“I don’t want you to cry for me.”

“You died.”

“And I would do it again.”

This response comes without an shred of hesitation.

You first realized you had something to confess, that night in the the back of Jisung’s SUV. You’ve kept it locked away for your sake and his, even moreso. You see how fear clings to him like an unshakeable wraith, and you refuse to feed the parasite.

Now, your confession explodes from its fortress in the center of your soul and rises up your larynx. You panic like an inept security guard letting their only prisoner bolt free. Is it really the right time? Do you know what to say? Have you really thought this through? 

Too late. It’s rushing to the point of your tongue already. You suppose you’ll find out.

He saves you the trouble.

“Honestly?”

Your confession stills. 

“I don’t know if I’m okay, and I won’t try to convince you otherwise. You’d call my bluff. You’re good at that.

“But everything feels okay when I’m with you. You see me. You allow me just to exist as I am. You make me feel human again—you make me want to feel human again. You empty my mind.”

You feel as if you’ve been ejected into space naked, griping for air where there is none.

“I never believed in having somebody to lose,” he utters, gently leaning his forehead against yours. “But I would rather disappear than watch you go.”

You cradle his jaw with shaking fingers, trying and failing to quell the violence of your emotion.

“Don’t go,” he exhales.

You kiss him.

It should feel the same as before. You reach for the slant of his neck, him the dips above your waist. You sigh into him, parting your lips, and he moves into you deeper, harder, dipping into your mouth with his tongue’s pliant swipe. But there’s something new in the way you hold each other, in the seal of your mouth against his.

The line between sexual escapade and lover vanishes as if swept off the sand and into the sea. His stars come out of hiding at last and they bathe you in their residue, light your heart aglow.

Your confession resurfaces. It wants to stargaze also.

“I love you too,” you breathe.

The night comes and goes.

The two of you spend it entangling, sweating, your lips glued the expanse of his neck and the arcs of his shoulders, writing over the ghosts’ injuries with bruises of your making.

Only when the winds have faltered outside do you attempt to rest again. You are curled up in balmy bliss, utterly depleted. Jisung’s arms around your middle and legs threaded among yours bring you that much closer to slumber’s cusp.

You attribute it to your exhaustion when he mumbles something against you, and you have no idea what it means: “Thank you for refracting me.” 

Your confusion is palpable in your silence. His laugh hits the nape of your neck with a gentle puff, and he kisses the spot just beneath your ear. “Never mind.”

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[jazzaiko]

Flower Collection (100 words) 

Pairing: Xiumin/Chen Rating: General Tags: hanahaki AU, horror 

Written for Tinysparks #ittybittysparks challenge 

Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36245266

Originally posted here 

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[bucknastysbabe]

Hey look I finished an AU bingo ask! I enjoyed this one so much💖 I felt the brain cooking making up and putting together actual smart people science words. Thanks for the request!

AU bingo - Sci-fi Horror - Aemond Targaryen

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Murder AI Aemond, obsessive/stalking behaviors, TW TW TW: NONCON AND DUBCON. The noncon is not a full scene but warning, non-descript mass murder, scientist!reader, nanotechnology, spaceship setting, somewhere far in the future, pnv!sex, masturbation, Aemond kinda has a mommy kink if you squint and a Bible quote kink lmfao, v!fingering, manipulation, space odyssey gone wrong trope

A/N: No beta I’ll prob come back and fix some shit soon

The ship landed with a faint thud on the green, green exo-planet. You followed Aemond along quietly, meek, fearful, broken. Coming down the unfurled slanted walkway a sweet smell hit your senses. Miles of flowery fields waved, a perfect breathable atmosphere. In the distance, avian-like creatures tittered. A fragment of peace was in your tattered soul.

He hummed softly, gesturing to the beauty.

"God blessed them; and God said to them, ‘Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth, and subdue it; and rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over every living thing that moves on the earth.’”

You felt that Aemond was the serpent and remained quiet, breathing in the fresh air. Nothing like home. Maybe you could start anew. The man turned to look, stating, “But we’re God. We have a duty. We shall make this planet everything that Earth has failed to do. Join me, be my Eve will you?” He seemed genuine.

A long fingered hand extended to you. Your gaze flickered between that glowing eye and the outstretched digits. You grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. Together, looking upon the horizon you murmured, “Yes, my Adam. You were the greatest creation after all.”

He pecked the stray tear rolling down your cheek, squeezing your palm, lips curling in glee.

It wasn’t meant to end up like that for you. At one point Aemond was your AI. Artificially Enhanced Monitor Of Nanites Directive. Simply installed cameras and layer upon layers of wafer thin circuits loaded with information. Aemond preferred to be referred as he. He was also an arrogant bastard, but helpful as was his intent.

Your coworker Greaves and Aemond did not get along well, the AI criticizing his work. You’d tune them out with plugs or music buds. The scientist laden ship had a destination to a far away mining colony. The general’s plan was to find a way to used nano-technology to replace missing arms, eyes, and other wounds. Time was running thin but the blonde man in cryo-stasis would be your second trial.

The first did not end well. Her body rejected the technology, turning the human into a mindless wreck. Greaves blamed it on you, then General Hightower gave a harsh scolding and upped the time. Aemond consoled you a bit, offering advice. He seemed to take a liking to your banter on the nanotechnology.

He wasn’t the only AI. Other sectors of the ship worked on different but crucial projects such as alien anti-parasitics and ramping up on space suits equipped for defense. Colonization was on the horizon.

Plucking and prodding the little nanites with different stimuli had them snapping and shifting, seeking to find a form. You just needed to code what form they would assume. Aemond’s clipped voice echoed over you. He suggested, “Have you tried printing a molded cast of the man’s eye socket?”

Perching your chin on a shaky hand you smiled, “I swear, it’s always the simplest things I miss. Thank you Aemond.”

“You would have realized soon, want me to begin the scans and print? Likely you need rest, I know the stress of the upped time is draining your bodily function. The brain needs much more sleep, especially one as bright as yours.”

You blushed a bit, fumbling your tweezers. The AI had a certain…courtly way of words. His sort of programming wouldn’t allow for flirtation but it certainly came across like that. Greaves mocked you and the intelligence’s ‘crush’. Greaves always found a way to make you miserable. You did all the major work and he got the accolades.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you announced, “You’re right, I’ll go rest for a bit, get back to work with the mold. Thank you again, and engage lockdown protocol so he doesn’t mess up my work like last time.”

“Engaging it now, sleep well Miss.”

You crashed as soon as you reached your quarters, sleeping deeply and sound. Upon awakening and getting dressed you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Just chalk it up to your fried nerves. It wasn’t the first time and this was an older ship, ghost stories had gotten to you before.

The mold was in a canister from the printer, you scrubbing up and carefully taking it out. Aemond politely asked, “Did you sleep well? You look refreshed.” Blushing yet again you murmured, “Very much needed, I didn’t realize how exhausted I was.”

“Greaves has been in the mess hall, you will likely get some peace now. Shall we begin?”

The armor folded off your precious lab table, the nanites dormant from no stimuli. Pressing a button you placed the mold into a hatch, sending it up into the chamber. In fluid motions the little bugs covered the new space, feeling and searching before all inserting into the eye socket, glowing a bright blue.

You laughed in glee, “Yes! Yes perfect! Look at that Aemond, they’ve formed a pupil!”

Shining light on the false eye the pupil contracted and flinched, the illusion of eyelids closing. You cheered again in excitement, getting Aemond to video the big jump in success. You could start phase two soon. Just had to deal with your partner.

“Amazing miss, amazing. They took to it well. Shall I send the material to command?”

You grinned and looked up at the camera, “Please! God bless! A miracle!” You’d continue to test the nanite organ until the hiss of the door opening alerted you.

Greaves stumbled in, slurring, “I see you got the jump on me this time. Did the creep robot do it for you? Weird fucking thing.” He leaned against the sterile white wall, grinning with hazy eyes. You frowned and stood up, “That’s his job, to aid us. I’m sure since you work so hard in the mess hall you’ll get your accolades again.”

He squinted at you, arms folding against a chest, “Whas’ your fuckin’ problem with me? You’d rather chat with a bunch of circuits than work with your assigned partner!” His already reddened face darkened, taking another step forward.

Fear laced through your veins. Aemond somehow sneered, “Because you, her lab partner, sold her out on your own mistake. Go to bed, your alcohol content levels are above the limit.” Greaves threw his hands up and hollered, “Oh fuck you!” He stumbled to the switch, you and the AI shutting up when Greaves switched him off.

The bigger man kept stalking closer, eyes on you in an darkened manner. Like a predator closing in on his prey. You squeaked, “Calm down Greaves, I can show you everything!” He hissed, “I already heard everything and the video, bitch! S’bout time someone put you in your place again.”

He snatched your wrist, slamming you against the steel cryo-chamber. You howled in pain, trying to escape. Greaves’ breath stunk of liquor, hot and rank, sweating on your clean skin. He pushed himself on top of you, mumbling frantically, “Maybe you need to get fucked, all that pent up shit from your computer boyfriend.”

You struggled and cursed, “Fuck you! Get off of me! I will report you!” He smirked, “Try me. No cameras with your prince in shining circuits around.” He forced himself between your legs, clumsy drunk hands yanking at your pants. You cried in fear again, kneeing and biting, getting a clock to the head.

Dazedly you remembered the tweezers in your coat. Playing limp had the idiot croon, “Good girl, thats what we want to see.” He shoved his face into your neck, hands prying your lab pants knee height now. Thats when you struck, slowly, slowly, pulling the tweezers from your pocket and jabbing him in the side, hopefully near a lung.

Greaves hollered in pain, breath wheezy and stilted, blood dripping from white cloth. You kicked and removed yourself, stumbling and bumping around in a frenzy as your partner tried to scramble after you. First, you switched on Aemond again. Secondly, you ran out into the hallway, finding the nearest guard, lump on your forehead and clothes torn.

You weren’t sure what happened back in the lab while you were taken into medbay and seen by HR. But after given a small dose of sedatives and care for your head wound, you passed Greaves strapped into a gurney, howling, “Fuck you! Fuck you! He’s gonna kill me! Don’t leave me locked away, please! She’s lying!”

You gaped, unnerved by his fearful warbling and frantic yells. Aemond would be waiting. He probably was worried. When the door hissed open the familiar clipped tone hastily asked, “Are you alright miss? I- I would have helped, sent a warning. I apologize, please, is everything okay?”

You wearily sat on your lab chair, rubbing pounding temples. “To be honest, I don’t know. H-he tried to rape me, said such nasty things, it was all so sudden. But he should go on tribunal about it. For some reason I am glad you missed it.”

“For the best,” he said bitterly, “Why don’t you go rest again? I’ll keep watch over everything. Maybe we can try more tests tomorrow. He’ll get what he deserves.”

An ominous feeling settled over you but off to your personal quarters you went, draining the pills with water. You stared at the ceiling, mind reeling, before emptiness. A bright blue haunted your dreams. Just there. Flexing and dilating. Trying to see through you. Understand.

It was a weary wait for the tribunal. Your research was put on halt and you on mandatory isolation besides meeting with a therapist. There was an order made and interviews occurring. The tedious process of moving someone out of a different department to assist you.

So it was just you. Aemond too. He wasn’t much of a talkative AI as of late, short responses and antagonizing little ‘hms’ or ‘very well miss.’ You began to ignore the effervescent blue light, him doing the same. You knew he was watching, that little burn in the back of your head.

In the meantime you read your Bible, did yoga, wearily watched the port window, occasionally would go into the lab to stare at your halted work. You pulled open the container for the cryochamber, staring down at the frozen man. He had a handsome face, chiseled and lean, long nose, sharp jaw.

Your eyes lingered down his rangy form, this man obviously was athletic of sorts. Or maybe a simple nobody, just managed to get into the program after what happened to his eye. Between his long legs laid his soft cock, you stared for a second too long before-

“Is that not inappropriate?”

Startled, you whipped around to see Aemond’s blue light in your face. You snapped, “It was purely medical!” His laugh, raspy and grating, echoed in the white lab. You frowned and returned to your room, slapping the button for the door to hiss shut.

You’d go take a shower, blood heated from anger and…something else. Under the hot stream of water you imagined the gorgeous subject with that familiar blue, caressing and stroking your overwhelmed body. It had been too long, your hand awkwardly jerking between your swollen lips until you came with a stifled grunt.

Afterward you felt exposed and paranoid, like Aemond could pry into the bathroom, chuckling at your obvious behavior. But there wasn’t any cameras in that bathroom…that you were aware of. Sitting on your bed, guilt rose up your back. You’d pray.

More time passed before you were selected to testify for the tribunal. Greaves’ crew made a good argument that Aemond and you planned on his downfall. He claimed that the AI had gone wrong somewhere, developed the notion it could possess feelings, how he had been threatened.

Shakily you testified that Aemond was forced off and the board could check, then how you’d been forced upon without consent. They tried to cross-examine but you held strong. Teary by the end, they moved on and you sat by your appointed admiral. She rubbed your shoulders.

Greaves was sentenced to hard labor, and would remain in isolation on the ship until reaching the mining colony, where he would serve out the sentence. They appointed, sadly, another male to fill your exiled partner’s position.

But you could get back to work.

Aemond was in a right mood when you returned to the lab. Questioning you sharply on what occurred, where Greaves’ would go, did you get a new partner. You answered them all, rubbing your temples, the AI could be quite intense.

“Aemond!,” you snapped.

“What miss?”

“Are you trying to induce a panic attack? Greaves is in the bottom of the ship, I’m back to work, and they have a man named Herron coming from robotics to fill in.”

“Another male? All things considered? It’s obvious you and I could get the job done.”

You sighed, “I know. But it’s what they said. Do you just want to run some stimuli tests?”

He agreed, seemingly placated by the offer, blue light flexing. The pair of you would work on the mold’s ability to sense and perceive, how well would the nanites adapt to the brain. Your eyes grew droopy after awhile, Aemond humming, “Why don’t you go to bed?” Nodding blearily, you stumbled off to the adjacent bedroom, completely forgetting to put on any of the safety precautions for the night.

While you slept deeply, Aemond had some things to do. Everything was open for his command, including the nanites and subject. He had a great plan, and it would not fail. First he needed to go pay a visit to Greaves, infiltrating the entire AI system. Poor miss, she was so tired, forgot everything. Wonderful little creature. He’d help.

Feeling refreshed in the morning, you dragged yourself to the mess hall, receiving stares upon stares. You grabbed a salad and finally gathered the courage to ask, “What happened?” A female scientist from anti-parasitic whispered dramatically, “How do you not know? Greaves was murdered? All of the oxygen was depleted from his cell.” Your stomach fell, head going swimmy.

Stumbling up from the bench, ignoring your food, heart beating faster and faster, you crashed into the lab. Your voice cracked when you shouted, “Aemond!” His voice returned, but from a different place, a different body. The blue eye shone and twinkled at you, fine lips curling upward.

“You should be thanking me, miss,” the AI standing in the subject’s body said.

It went black. Too much.

Thrashing awake, big hands held you down, long legs caging your own in. The handsome face, long blonde hair tickled your skin, fucking Aemond! “What did you do? What have you done? Aemond!,” you cried. He shushed and cooed with that devious smirk, holding you still until the panic turned to resignation. He swiped a stray tear from your eye.

“Be still and know that I am God,” he sighed.

You grew fearful again, the fact that he knew you owned a Bible and just recited it to your face said too much. How much had he seen. Aemond grew more comfortable atop of you, stroking your hair. He cocked his head and stated, “I know everything about you. You’re all that I need, truly. The perfect human.”

You wanted to spit in his face, but the petting and warmth was getting to that part of you that craved the attention, the fact you’d been in the shadows all your life. But he was a murderer— the rational part of your brain howled. Instead came out a warbling, “Me? Perfect?“

Aemond drew his new face closer, drawing a spindly finger down from your chin to chest. “I’ve been on this ship a long time, and no one has spoken to me like you. Not since my creator. She’s gone. But you have captured me, ensnared me somehow.”

One of your legs slipped round his long ones, suddenly overwhelmed with need. All you’d ever wanted was to be seen. He cooed, “I see you lamb, my eve.” More tears leaked down your cheeks as you pled, “Kiss me, see me then, y-you snake.”

A sharp grin erupted on his sharp features before pulling you in with a kiss, both of you unexperienced, a big hand stabilizing your head. You tilted his head for ease of access, a sloppy gnashing of teeth and tongue, lips bruising from the sheer yearning. Aemond moaned deeply, “I see- hah- how you humans love touch so much.”

Your now free hands moved to where they liked, one in silky white-blonde strands, the other just feeling toned shoulders and back. The pair of you had your lip lock grow more attuned, no less passionate, but gliding across each other. You pled again, “Clothes, help, Aemond!” He sat back on his haunches, shivering as his long stiff cock slapped tight belly.

You shucked off your top and bra, him jerking down your bottoms to leave you all to his view. Aemond already had been bare, no clothes were prepared for the subject yet. He inhaled sharply, hands slowly moving down your heaving form, studying ridges and curves, sliding warm fingers between puffy folds. You cried out at that, spasming at the eager expression in return.

Aemond let out a small ‘Hm’ and slid his longest digits into your dripping hole, immediately curling inwards and upwards to drag against sensitive walls. Very, very sensitive walls. Back arched and mouth agape you rolled your hips and whined his name. The man rambled loosely, transfixed, “Having a data bank is quite helpful but nothing comes to this, my Eve.”

He slipped a third finger in, using a calloused thumb to slid around your swollen clit, making you cry louder and writhe under pleasure. He watched ravenously, drinking you in when your peak hit. Gushing onto his pale hand and screeching like a creature, you reached Nirvana for what felt like minutes.

You cried again when his sheathed himself inside of you, no warning, both of you moaning and grunting like animals. The sensitive skin guarding your cunt was ripped now, bleeding, but the fullness of his cock was a ripe distraction. Aemond seemed to be overwhelmed by the sensation, sucking in breath, eyes wide, “For I have seen God face to face, and yet my life has been delivered.”

He plastered toned body against your own, moaning gutturally when you wrapped your arms and legs around his larger frame. “Oh- oh- fucking hell- this!” The blonde groaned lowly, nipping your throat, hands bruisingly placed on your waist as he snapped into your slick cunt.

The blunt tip of his cock stirred up familiar feelings of pleasure, tightening and knotting your lower belly. You heaved, “Don’t stop!” A drop of sweat hit your mouth, you licking the salty taste off. So close to human yet not. Yet not. Yet not not not.

A pinch to your oversensitive clit and a batter from his cock sent you into another crest, holding to Aemond for dear life. He moaned your name and white hot spend covered your mound and belly. He kissed your forehead and wiped away the spend with your discarded top, breathing. You sat up a bit and asked, “Where do you go from here? They cannot know?”

Aemond got up, long stride beating your clumsy foal-like stumbling. He stated, “They won’t know my love.” Your own door shut and locked behind his retreating frame. You managed to reach it and beat on the durasteel, crying, “Aemond! Aemond come back! Stop! What are you doing!”

Oh how you’d been fooled.

Oh how you were weak.

Oh how you were just a human pawn when the alarms went off and you watched the bodies float out of the ship, silently screaming and dying as their blood boiled in the vacuum of space.

He returned later, now dressed in the immaculate garb of a commander, hair neatly swept back, eye sparkling. You remained naked and felt like a mouse under his imperious gaze. All energy was gone, you’d cried it out. Aemond strode towards you, boots clicking. He knelt to grab you chin, face tilting to study you. He’d never truly understand the complexities of human emotion, no matter how human he may appear.

Aemond sighed, “I did this for you, for us, those people do not matter. Earth and it’s people are dying. We begin anew. My perfect Eve,” he kissed your swollen lips. “You’ll see. Just wait, I brought you some nicer clothes, have them on.”

The man stood up and gently laid down female commander’s garb, before kneeling to you.

“I know this isn’t registering in your human, wonderfully human, brain, but it’ll make sense later on. I’ve already found a beautiful planet. Not too much longer now. Put on the clothes and meet me on the bridge.”

So you did. What other choice was there.

Twisted though he may be, the AI was never horrid to you. Maybe to others, not you. On the comfortable jacket, pants, and boots went. You tried not to cry any more restyling your hair. Most likely he’d coddle and ‘Hm’ condescendingly.

You laughed maniacally as the thought popped up, “Hey! At least my project was successful!”

#heed the tags #hotd fanfic #aemond smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #sci-fi horror au #aemond targaryen smut

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

That handsome boy from the sky pt 3 (caugth with Neteyam AU)

Part three of the series in which Spider and and Teyam escape RDA, only to come to Awa’atlu and find out that, surprisingly, Spider is considered uniquely attractive by reef Na’vi standards. (Part two and three in the pinned post)

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Neteyam stared in horror at the sleeping form in front of him, hair all around him and two broken brushes lying next to the pallet. He gulped.

Spider combed out his dreads, and there were dark circles around his eyes which suggested that he’d been at it all night instead of asking for help.

Yawning, he slowly rose. “Oh…hey bro. ‘Sup…”

“Dude, have you been combing out your nest til’ sunrise??”

“Yeah…figured I’d re-twist the locs. Haven’t done that in a while.” He yawned again, stretching.

“Okay, I’ll help you—”

“Not now!” The boy stopped him, standing. “I can’t handle sitting still for another 12 hours, we can do it tomorrow. Can you pass me your hairband? The big one?

Neteyam stared at him, and then at the village through the exit of their marui. If Spider was about to go and work all day with that hairstyle…

“No way. We have to re-twist now.” The Na’vi repeated urgently, but sadly, Spider caught onto the reason, rolling his eyes.

“ ‘Tey, everyone in this village have curly hair, I’m not special.” He smirked, opting to find Teyam’s band himself.

“Yeah but it’s you we’re talking about big bro. You really gonna beat the kids off with a stick all day?”

Socorro tied the band around his hair, forcing the curls out of his face and checking his exo-pack battery. He’s been in Awa’atlu for almost a month, and was confident he could handle the attention. “You’re exaggerating.”

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Fwasim loved going on crystal hunts at sunrise. The pink lighting of the sky reflected so beautifully off of them when she dug them out of the sand, but this faithful morning she had found a different kind of gem.

There was Spider Socorro, or Sully, as his family called him, a cute new boy in her village, following some young adults into the fishing grounds with a net…

A gorgeous mane swaying in the wind behind him. Deep golden at the roots, and pale blonde at the ends.

He looked more alien than ever, but not negatively. She had never witnessed anything like it before and gawked at him in pure aw, dropping her basket.

The teen noticed her and waved, smiling and brushing a spiralling strand behind his ear, and Fwasim was sure her heart had just exploded. She barely mustered enough strength to wave back, before leaping back to the village as soon as he was out of earshot, squealing and giggling.

She had to tell EVERYONE.

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“Why did I let him go why did I let him go..” Jake heard, already returning from his morning hunt with the other adults of the clan. “Hey there, what’s going on?”

Nrteyam stopped pacing, but bounced his foot against the floor, and pointed at the clumps of hair lying near Spider’s pallet. Jake’s eyes widened.

“…Damnit I told him to wait!”

Teyam scoffed, crossing his arms. “We might as well move out at this point. I can hear Fwasim talking about this all the way from here, she’s the biggest gossiper on the block and is friends with like, everyone!”

Toruk Makto felt helpless, as he often did these days and slumped against the wall, his catch dropping to the floor. The suitor situation was about to get so much worse and he was not prepared for it.

.

The long hair was all over the place, reminding Spider once more why he wore dreads. This hairdo was way too high maintenance for a guy who was all about exploring, swinging through the forest and squatting in the mud while looking for cool plants. He wasn’t the proper big brother like Neteyam, more so like the lazy one that lived in a shack outside their parent’s tent and smoked mushrooms, except he couldn’t do the latter two because of the air problems and more recently, Jake’s paranoid suspicion that one of the kids just might grab him and run while he sleeps. The blonde couldn’t help but wheeze at the ridiculousness of that statement, as if he was somehow that insanely irresistible.

But he wasn’t. He was Spider Socorro the outcast, and as much as he liked the attention, he was sure that it would soon disappear. He was just a novelty after all, wasn’t he? Surely the Metkayina teens were not even interested anymore. Surely today would be normal.

And yet, for whatever Eywa damned reason, when he rose out of the water, pulling his curls back, he was met with gasps and awes from the kids who were chilling at the beach or preparing to go into the sea themselves.

They wasted no time circling him with wagging tails. “Spider! You’re so beautiful!” One girl fawned, helping the boy untangle a lock from his arm.

“Like a sun lily in the twilight~”

“Why’d you even have dreads? This is so much cooler!“ A young man complemented. “You’re a spitting image of a Metkayina!”

“Bet even Aonung doesn’t have hair as shiny as his!”

Spider blushed deep red. “Guys stop. I look basically the same as you, I’m not like, special” he smiled awkwardly, backing away.

“Do you want to braid them? We could help!” Two girls smiled, batting their eyelashes at him.

“Aw that’d be awesome! You’ll look great with a bun! And we could add some jewellery too! Like fangs or something! ” Some guys perked up, their ears slightly pinned in abashment.

“We could braid you a kuru too…” Another boy proposed, shyly averting his eyes. Spider recognised him as the same kid who gifted him a new bow a couple weeks back.

Socorro was close to short-circuiting, trying to keep a grin off his face. The Metkayina teens had never been this forward before, but maybe he should have expected that. Hair is crucial in all Na’vi cultures, but he never had anyone braid them for him. The closest he ever got to it was the Sullys siblings helping him re-twist his dreads, but maybe keeping his hair free wasn’t that bad of an idea—

In the corner of his vision, the blonde noticed Aonung. He was standing with his crew of suck-ups and stared at him in I’ll-concealed surprise. His tail then began wagging in the same playful-curious manner as the other Na’vi.

Suddenly, the kid felt vomit crawl up his throat. “Sorry guys! This was just for one day, I’ll go re-twist them now!” He said as cheerfully as he could, going away to the disappointed awes of the teens, shuddering. He was more than okay with the other kids finding him cute, but AONUNG? The asshole son of the chief?? Spider would rather throw his mask into the deep blue ocean, or Aonung himself for that matter, than find him at his home’s doorstep.

He marched into the marui, facing a confused Neytiri and Kiri. “Um…are you guys busy right now…?..”

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Yes, I did it, I wrote the prompt 😭 just to be clear tho, this is NOT a ship-series. I don’t really ship anyone in the movie so there won’t be an Aonung x Spider story-line.

#avatar spider #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar #spider avatar #avatar headcanons #atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow fluff #atwow spider #spider atwow #avatar neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully #atwow neteyam #neteyam #neteyam atwow #atwow jake #na’vi oc #avatar the way of water #miles spider soccoro #miles socorro #spider soccoro

[byuntrash101]

exo masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

✲ byun baekhyun

ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ： ＣＯＭＩＮＧ ＯＦ ＡＧＥ 🍭| 10.1k - 2 parts

it’s true… you’re in love with your boss: the brilliant doctor park chanyeol. one night you’re woken up by his sweet kisses and bites… This should be a dream come true right? Then why does something feels off about him? ↳ SMUT | DomIncubus!Baekhyun x Reader | Fantasy!AU

ＰＡＲＡＰＨＩＬＩＡ| 30k - 9 parts

1 man; 9 kinks. In each chapter you and your boyfriend Baekhyun explore a new layer of kink. ↳ SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF | HardDom!Baekhyun; Sub!Baekhyun x Reader | EstablishedRelationship!AU; one shot collection

ＢＡＥＫＨＹＵＮＩＥ， ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＬＥＡＶＥ ＭＥ | 35k - 6 parts

Don't trust anything in this story. Don't trust the cute bright cover, don't trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl. ↳ SMUT; ANGST | Dom!Baekhyun x Reader | Mafia!AU, Yandere!AU; action; series

ＤＥＡＬ ＷＩＴＨ ＩＴ | 10.6k - 2 parts

Who would have known that a little discipline was all your selfish fuckboy ex needed to turn into the most obedient little puppy? ↳ SMUT; ANGST | FuckBoy!Sub!Baekhyun x Dom!Reader | Ex!AU, Revenge!AU; two shot

ＢＥＴＣＨＡ， ＹＯＵ＇ＲＥ ＧＯＮＮＡ ＢＥ ＭＩＮＥ | 3.4k

Working at KBS is fun and exciting especially when EXO-CBX is having their debut stage. ↳ SMUT | Dom!Baekhyun x Reader | Idol!AU; one shot

ＴＨＥＮ ＤＯ ＩＴ | 2k

When Baekhyun comes home very late from work his mood can be described with three words: tired, tipsy and horny. ↳ SMUT | GentleDom!Baekhyun x Brat!Reader | EstablishedRelationship!AU, one shot

ＣＲＹ ＭＥ Ａ ＦＵＣＫＩＮＧ ＲＩＶＥＲ | 2.6k

Even if it’s a lie, you love the way he looks at you when he says “I love you”. ↳ SMUT; ANGST | Switch!Baekhyun x Reader | Ex!AU, AbusiveRelationship!AU, one shot

ＴＲＵＭＰ ＣＡＲＤ🍭 | 4.9k

It’s game night with the boys and like often you decide to tag along with your boyfriend Baekhyun. But when money and alcohol is involved, the only thing missing is sex. ↳ SMUT; | Dom!Baekhyun; Dom!Chanyeol x Reader | Relationship!AU

ＰＲＩＣＥＬＥＳＳ🍭 | 9k

"I know your sense of honour forbids you to withdraw your parole. I know you will quietly sit in the corner and clench your fists while I fuck your girlfriend senseless." ↳ SMUT; ANGST | HardDom!Baëkhyun; HardDom!Baekhyun x Reader | Fantasy!AU, SuperPower!AU, Obsession!AU, X-EXO, one shot

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Everything is boring when you’re an immortal being like Baekhyun. But that is about to change when the other Six of the Seven Sins talk to him about an unbreakable righteous and virtous girl that was just ordained nun… Wouldn’t make God himself a cuckold be the greastest achievement yet for the Sin of Lust ? ↳ SMUT | DomSinOfLust!Baekhyun; x Nun!Reader | Fantasy!AU, one shot

ＴＨＥ ＨＥＩＲ | 4.5k

Deseperate times call for deseperate measures when your Kingdom still needs an heir. ↳ SMUT | Sub!Servant!Baekhyun x Dom!Queen!Reader | Royalty!AU; Western Europe Renaissance Period, one shot

４ＡＭ ＩＮ ＪＵＮＥ| 2.1k | pride 2021 🏳️‍🌈

Transitioning is hard. But your amazing boyfriend has been there every single step of the way. But… what if somehow… He’s had enough of you? ↳ SMUT; FLUFF | SoftDom!Baekhyun x FTMTrans!Reader | Domestic!AU, slice of life, one shot

ＦＯＲＥＶＥＲ ＨＯＭＥ | 7.5k | halloween 2021 🎃

You’re all alone, tired and broken by a fate that keeps trying to bring you to your knees. But you somehow find comfort in the lonely middle aged man living next door. Can Mr Byun resurrect your shallow and empty soul? ↳ SMUT; ANGST | DomSupernaturalCreature!Baekhyun x Reader | Fantasy!AU, horror, gore, NON CON, one shot

M U L T I P L E M E M B E R S

ＺＯＤＩＡＣ ＳＰＥＣＩＡＬ － ３５０ ＦＯＬＬＯＷＥＲＳ

Collection of requested drabbles revolving around zodiac dynamics to celebrate the 350 follower milestone (i luv u guys) ↳ SMUT; FLUFF | ZodiacSign!Exo x ZodiacSign!Reader | Domestic!AU, slice of life, drabble collection

#baekhyun smut #exo smut #kpop smut #masterlist #navigation

[aphroditelovesu]

⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

⤷♡.+ Status: OPEN.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper, Hannibal, Criminal Minds, The Last Kingdom.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

#yandere #dark #yandere au #dark au #commissions #writing commissions

[cultofdionysusnet]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ficrec Week 15: Horror AU

Due to the nature of this genre, all works are automatically rated M for Mature. However, there will be a separate warning for gore and/or violence. Fics marked with "*" aren't tagged with gore/violence, but may contain it, please proceed with caution.

ATEEZ

Arachnophobia by @kwanisms (Gore TW)

The Shadows of Despair by @anyamaris (Gore TW)

Better Run~ by @sanjoongie (Gore TW)

Welcome To Wonderland by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

A World Turned Red by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

Fake Love by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

I'll Bleed For You by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

GRIMOIRE: TALE OF TALES. DAY 13. by @thelargefrye (Gore TW)

To Tempt Fate by @mint-yooxgi (Gore TW)

Hotel California by @mint-yooxgi *

kill to the beat. by @thelargefrye (Gore TW)

Kinktober Day 31 by @mint-yooxgi *

DR JEKYLL N' HYDE by @ja3hwa *

Scenarios & edits : Ateez as || horror and thriller psychos by @essenteez (Gore TW)

reaper by @seacottons *

Ateez Insuetis by @joongalez *

I Think I Saw You In My Sleep, Darling by @thanks-its-versace *

The hunter by @multidreams-and-desires (Gore TW)

Stray Kidz

What's Your Favourite Scary Movie? by @hwxnghyynjin (Gore TW)

Tomorrow X Together

Exorcism by @kpoptrashlord-007 *

Others

The Doctor WIll See You Now (EXO's Chanyeol) by @kwanisms (Gore TW)

Nature's Deadly Call (EXO OT11) by @kpop-stories-21 (Gore TW)

Monster (EXO OT11) by @mint-yooxgi *

The Neighbor's Son (ATEEZ's Wooyoung and The Boyz's Sangyeon) by @sanjoongie (Gore TW)

Paranoid (NCT's Taeyong) by @mint-yooxgi *

Kinktober Day 31.5 (NCT's Jaehyun) by @mint-yooxgi *

#cultofdionysusnet #ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Fanfiction Recommendations #CoDN Week 15 #Horror AU #horror au #horror #ateez #stray kids #txt

[dreamylittlesugarcube]

Clickbait

Genre: EXO AU

Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader

Warnings: Kind of some swearing? 

Word Count: 1000

Summary: You meet your long-term pen pal and it’s SURPRISE, Kyungsoo. 

A/N: This was a request and a fun one at that! I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to like and re-blog if you do. How would you react if this happened to you? Leave me a GIF in the comments!

Also note: This is my own original work, if you’d like to share, please re-blog. Do not re-post. Image used is not mine, credit goes to Soompi. 

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Crouched behind a hip-height brick wall, you carefully checked your phone, watching as the seconds ticked by, second by second closer to the appointed meeting time. 

55…56…57…58…59…60

7:00 AM

Behind you, the giant hands on the clock tower advanced and the bells chimed, each dong seeming to say MOVE YOUR BUTT, COWARD! You peeked around the corner, careful to stay hidden as you scanned the mostly-deserted park, wondering if any of the strangers walking by happened to be your stranger. Though perhaps ‘stranger’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘person-I’ve-told-all-my-inner-thoughts-to-but-actually-never-met-and-might-

be-a-scammer’. 

Not for the first time, you wondered if you were foolish. Foolish to have joined a cooking community on Reddit. Foolish to have responded to a post from soogoodmykimchispaghetti. Foolish to have spent over a year messaging a person you only knew online. Day by day, falling for the kind, witty man you exchanged food porn photos with. 

If you’d learned anything from MTV’s Catfish, it was to be skeptical of young, seemingly attractive, well-spoken men online. Especially ones who avoided video chatting and changed the topic every time you asked for a picture. You’d sent him one of yours, hoping he’d respond with one in kind. But he hadn't. And yet somehow he’d still talked you into flying to meet him in Seoul. Which was precisely how you found yourself in your current position, hiding within sight of the meeting place, unsure of whether you actually wanted him to show up or not. 

From your point of view there were three options ahead of you: 

Option 1: He ghosts you and you can quietly pretend this never happened

Option 2: He’s nothing like you imagined

Option 3: He’s everything you thought he’d be and more

Option 4: He tries to extort you for money or join his MLM scheme.

Honestly, 75% of those options sucked. 

“Um…puffypancakegirl29?”

You startled at the sound of a voice behind you, losing your balance and falling flat on your butt in the process. On the ground, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you looked up. You had time to register dark brown eyes, fluffy black hair, and full-looking lips before instant recognition hit.

Your ult bias, EXO’s Do Kyungsoo, extended his hand to you.

“Puffypancakegirl29?” he tried again. 

Your throat felt tight as you nodded mechanically, managing to grasp his hand and allow him to pull you up from the dirt. You made a show of dusting off your pants as you thought about what to say.

Hello Soo, nice to meet you, by the way I love you and your voice makes me melt? Or Nice to meet you Soo, by the way I really enjoyed that low-cut white pirate shirt you wore on Music Bank the other week?

Both of those options sounded like excellent ways to freak out the K-Pop idol who was apparently your long-term penpal. 

“Are you okay?” Kyungsoo asked, dark brows knitted together in concern. 

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, yep, totally fine, all good,” you sputtered. “Just waiting for you.”

“Behind a wall?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. 

You shrugged, murmuring something unintelligible. Fighting the urge to run, you made a beeline past Kyungsoo for a bench you spotted just down the path. 

“Wait,” Kyungsoo called after you, stooping down to pick up the phone you hadn’t realized you’d dropped. “Your phone…”

Now in front of you, he stood, staring at your lock screen with an expression you couldn’t quite read. In horror, you realized what he was seeing: a close-up of him wearing that god-damned pirate shirt, looking sexy as hell during his “Cream Soda” promotions. 

You quickly snatched the phone out of his hands, hiding it behind your back to try and bury the evidence, though you knew it was already too late. 

Kyungsoo sat down beside you, hands folded calmly in his lap. 

“So…I take it, you know who I am then?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, I know who you are. But only now, I swear I didn’t know before.”

“How would you?” he asked gamely. “I never sent you a picture…which I’m sorry about, by the way, I just–”

“No, I get it, Kyungsoo. I do. With your job, you have to be careful…and sending pictures to some random girl you met online–”

“You’re not some random girl–”

You laughed. “I’m the definition of ‘some random girl’, Kyungsoo. I mean, we met on a cooking subreddit thread, for pete’s sake.” 

“True,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to take. “You know, once we decided to meet, I’d been thinking about how to reveal my identity to you, but I guess now I don’t have to.”

You took his hand, pumping it up and down. “I swear, I’m not a weirdo. I just really like your voice, that’s all.”

“And my chest, apparently.” 

You felt your face get red. “I would love it if you would forget about that,” you said, wondering if there might be a sinkhole nearby for you to fall into. 

“Not a chance,” he responded, sporting a grin that said this would definitely come up again in the future. 

“Um…so…what should we do now,” you asked dumbly, trying to shift the conversation to literally anything else. 

“I was thinking maybe breakfast? Get to know each other a little more?” Kyungsoo replied. “I know a great place near here that serves those fluffy, souffle pancakes and I assumed maybe you–”

“Is that why we had to meet at the crack of dawn?” you blurted. 

Kyungsoo laughed, his eyes squinching in a delightfully cute way. “Well, partially. That…and I’m…well, me, so–”

You smiled at his words, holding up a hand to cut him off. “Breakfast sounds good.” 

Kyungsoo got up, putting on a black baseball cap and face mask. His “on the down-low” gear, you assumed. You walked together through the park in companionable silence and once on streets, let him guide you down some surprisingly quiet alleyways towards your destination. A bright yellow awning greeted you, along with the sweet smell of baked goods and maple syrup. 

“Kyungsoo?” you said, stopping him just outside the restaurant. 

He turned to smile back at you and your heart thumped loudly in your chest. 

“Thanks for being Option #3.”

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Thanks for reading Clickbait! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to leave me a meme or GIF in the comments. How would you react if this were you? Inquiring minds must know!

XOXO,

Emmy

#kyungsoo fanfic #kyungsoo exo #do kyungsoo #exo fanfic #exo #kyungsoo #exo fic #exo fiction #exo scenario #exo fanfiction #exo scenarios #kyungsoo fluff #exo kyungsoo #kyungsoo scenarios #exo request #cream soda #exo imagines #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo x you

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

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Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

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BigBang

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BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

#masterlist #kpop masterlist

[seawitch62]

Fanfiction Masterlist

ATEEZ

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Seonghwa) - Suggestive

Shoo Fly! - Hongjoong - 3rd POV

Worst Date Scenario - Yeosang x OC

The Orchard - Jongho x reader 

Stay or Go - Mingi x reader

The Lighthouse - Yunho x reader - suggestive 

Metamorphosis - Yeosang x reader - yandere 

Genie - Wooyoung x  Hongjoong x reader - yandere

The Convention - Seonghwa x reader 

Unfriended - San x reader - yandere

AOMG/ h1ghrmusic/MoreVision

The Trolls - Jay Park - Poem

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park - Fluff

The Collector _ Jay Park - Humour 

Backstreet Boys Party - Jay Park x Backstreet Boys - Horror 

Astro

Altar - Moonbin x reader- Horror yandere

Big Bang 

Cursed! - Jiyong x reader 

BTOB

Birthday Cake - Minhyuk x Reader - Suggestive

Dean - Kwon Hyuk

Torment of the Demon -Dean   x reader - yandere

DBSK

The P.I - Yunho x OC - Detective AU

The P.I (2) - Yunho - Detective AU

Forget Me Not - Jaejoong x OC

Once Upon A Time - Jaejoong x OC

No Exit - Junsu x OC x Jaejoong - Suggestive

The Boss - Junsu x OC

Linked by Ink - Jaejoong x reader - fluff - fantasy 

The Rooms - Changmin x Minho x reader 

Season of the Witch - Junsu x reader -yandere

Enhypen

Carnival of Fright -  Heeseung - Horror 

EXO

Worst Date Scenario - Kyungsoo x Reader

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Sehun) - Suggestive

The Honey Trap - Lay x reader - Suggestive  

Flight 472 - Kai x reader - fluff

Office Dalliance - Suho x reader - smut 

The Satyr - Xuimin - humour 

Imprint -  Baekhyun x reader - yandere smut 

Truth best told cold - Suho x reader - yandere 

iKON

Re-Run? - OT7 x OC 

Re-Run, Re-Run - OT7 x OC

The Maintence Guy - Junhoe x reader 

Monsta X

Truth Captured - Kihyun

Romantic getaway in October -  Hyungwon x reader -  horror 

Night Terrors - Minhyuk x reader - yandere

Here Kitty, Kitty! - Joohoney x reader - yandere horror 

NCT

Revenge is best served in high heels - Yandere Johnny

The Purple - Taeyong x OC - Implied Smut

The Purple (2) - Taeyong x OC 

Worst Date Scenario - Yuta

Aliens Are Here! - Mark x OC - X-Files AU

Baby Doll - Doyoung x reader - Yandere

I Wonder - Haechan x reader - yandere

Mark and the guys in black -  Mark x reader

Green Tea Fangs - Jaehyun x reader - suggestive- horror

The Mechanic - Taeil l x reader - yandere 

Oneus

The Tribe - Leedo x OC - Fluff

Pentagon 

The Sculptor - Wooseok x reader - yandere 

The Rose

The Garden - Woosung x reader - yandere 

Seventeen

Catnip Man Series - Jeonghan x OC - Fluff

Worst Date Scenario - Mingyu x OC

Roadside Service - Seungkwan x reader - fluff

The Shortcut - Joshua x reader

Mountain Laurel (Kalmia latifolia) -  Jeonghan x reader - Yandere 

Party -  Minghao x reader 

Autons. - Vernon x reader - sci fi - horror

Shinee

Home - Kibum (Key) x reader 

The Rooms - Minho x Changmin x reader 

SF9

The Tribe (2) - Multiple x OC

Cancelled Flight - SF9 x OC

The 10 O’Clock - Rowoon x reader - smut

Chapstick Caper - Jaeyoon x reader 

Narcissus - Hwiyoung x reader - Suggestive - yandere 

Friends with Benefits - Jaeyoon x reader 

Stray Kids

The Arena - Bang Chan - King of Hell

Munchausen syndrome by proxy. -  Hyunjin x reader - yandere

Drenched payback - Minho x reader 

The Interrogation. - Christopher x reader - horror 

Super Junior 

Bus Ride - Donghae x reader 

UP10TION

Welcome To Reality - Jinhyuk x Reader - Yandere

Verivery

Compiler -  Gyehyeon x reader - horror 

Victon

Timemaster - Seungsik x Reader

VIXX

Replacement - Leo x OC - Yandere

Wanna One 

Sneakers - Sungwoon x reader - fluff

The Changeling - Kang Daniel x reader 

2PM

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park x OC

The Collector - Jay

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Wooyoung) - Suggestive

Stress Relief - Junho x reader - smut 

Fragrant Obsession - Jun.k x reader - yandere

Kdrama Actor

Mr. S - Lee Dong Wook x OC - Suggestive

The Marionettist.- Lee Dong Wook x reader - yandere

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[acatwhowritesthings]

“There’s a Star Spawn. Flip him over. What’s it say?”

Jongdae, closest to the new monster, picks up the tile and flips it over. “There’s just asterisks. ‘See the reference guide…’” He scoffs. “Okay...” Grabbing the reference book, he flips to the listed page and frowns. It looks like gibberish.

“Here.” Chanyeol reaches across the table, and Jongdae gives up the book. After some speed reading, careful reading, and slow mumbling, they’re sorted out. Nothing affects the game that round, but they know for later.

“Oh." Kyungsoo looks from the microwave clock to his phone. "The comet should be here around now.”

“Really?” Whole-heartedly abandoning their fight for the world, Baekhyun dashes to the sliding door and hauls it open. Summer is finally cooling; nighttime temperatures almost feel cold. “Where is it?”

“East.” Kyungsoo points when faced with the hopelessly blank expressions of his friends. Left, right, up, and down are their limits.

“Can it be seen without a telescope?” Chanyeol and Baekhyun eagerly scan the sky but only find two planes and what’s probably a satellite.

“Found it.” Jongdae points to their right. A tiny green speck drifts through the white stars. Its ghostly tail is barely noticeable.

Although pretty, it is a bit underwhelming.

continue reading Doom Advances to Zero on AO3, AFF, DW

#acatwhowrites #exo #exo fic #exo fanfic #chen #chen fic #chen-centric #chen fanfic #au: cosmic horror #au: slice of life

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 12 !! || —> Next Part 13.

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They arrived by the dozen, each corner within the event horizon had influencing people leading the society wether it would be private tutoring or political participation everyone dressed in a fancy attire leaving a clear dress code to fit in. Areum and Jeno arrived hand to hand with their two children on the side; she wore a long slim black dress occupied with a necklace belonging to the light reflecting it. Long hair stranded to the side with a pretty smile on watching everyone welcome them. Jeno with a taller height wore a black suit to match with his wife, hair slick and styled out neatly.

The children were taken into a formal attire too. The twins stole the show however, especially Nayoung. She wore a light blue dress glittering round the place it could cause combustion. Her hair was put into a high bun whereas Minjae wore a black suit with a little bow tie on.

The whole family was ready and set to go. It didn’t take a minute for the children to run off when seeing another kids hanging at the party table somewhere in the event. It leaves Areum and Jeno holding hands while scouting around. All the eyes were on them watching with awe as they arrival was quite an entrance. Many people here know Areum thanks to the working she does and many people here know Jeno due to his presence and suspicions about the work.

But no matter, they were a powerful couple ruling everyone’s hearts now.

People exchange drinks and chatting about whatever fuels the economy. Many people riding in this area were all for one thing: themselves. Areum could tell them from a single glance if they were a fake rat or a selfish dog tied to a bone. Her husband would rely on her perceptions. She wrote articles upon articles on these people.

A sweet melody was drifting through the busy atmosphere, and it seems to be coming from the ballroom. Areum waves her through the crowd with her husband lingering next to her following angling towards the crowd. Soon a dangerous angle stops them with two silhouettes smiling at them ear to ear. They have been trying to locate them in touch, eventually they got what they were looking for.

The collection of violinists, harp players and pianists were placed at the far end of the hall and Areum could identify the smells of green tea leaves coming from the two people approaching them midway with the two cups in their hands — presumably the green tea where the aroma has come from.

“Ah! I wasn’t aware you were coming to the party what a pleasant surprise you have no idea how much of a big fan i am of you, Park Areum.” The man with a grey back headline said reaching to shake the woman’s hands and she smiles not knowing what to say at first it was a compliment that took her by surprise. He turns around. “And your husband is so handsome i must say.” Jeno stares at the man thanking him quietly.

Areum exclaims humbly. “Thank you, are you perhaps the dictator of the Hwang Hospital?” At this point and wrote too many articles on the Hwang Hospital; none being positive, most of them had raging complaints and sue folders pointing at them from the previous patients for the unfair prices and bad treatment from staff. Especially from the dictator.

The older man smiles ear to ear to know the person he views to be amazing know about him, but this was one sided. Areum wasn’t as pleased to know who the person was. “I am indeed Director Hwang.” He continues blabbering over about nonsense which Jeno wanted to block out.

Seriously these rich people do him the worst headache.

At this point he could see his wife trying to seem more interested but she really wasn’t and he could see it on her face if you look closely.

“You should definitely come see my hospital Mrs Park. You and your family are welcome to get free treatment if you wish so.”

‘Free treatment but you can’t offer it to the ones who cannot afford it?’ Areum thought. It was a cruel game out here. The world was unfair.

With the overlapping classical music playing at the scene she only wished it could block out the man’s voice through the background blending it away from the ears because it could only make the bleeding worse.

Areum faces the older man, bluntly stating. “It’s quite alright. You should give this opportunity to people who want it more.” She’d emphasis hoping he gets the point across in which stunning the Hospital Dictator.

He wasn’t expecting the woman in front to flat our reject him unlike Areum many other people would take the freaking deal and even strike one back but Areum? She wasn’t like that. She was well off but definitely not desperate to get some free treatment from another rotten apple in the barrel.

“What?”

They heard him say and Areum was about to say he heard her she won’t need to repeat it twice for him, but a hand pushes Areum’s waist behind bringing the body closer to another warmer spot the man suddenly coming in. The man’s gaze turns to her husband who brought her back away from the conversation before it got ugly.

Without Jeno Areum would have hundred enemies from each side and would be eaten alive.

“Sorry our children are calling us over, im sure you would understand since you have children of your own.” Jeno said back walking away bowing the head at the director and his wife.

The next thing she knew they were standing by the drink aisle with a long cloth white table with all sorts of energy beverages full of alcoholic liquid within them as well as side dishes; deserves and what not. The children food aisle was somewhere further down which only held a small portion compare to the adult section. The man and woman stay on the side keeping an eye on each other until Areum grabs a champagne glass drinking it in deep thought.

Her husband could tell she was slightly upset about the conversation earlier, I mean who wouldn’t be? She knows the dirty crimes he’s committed.

Yet the old man still stands there.

Drinking the champagne not a little long after a hand pulls the bottom of the glass making her letting go the drink as Jeno puts it back down on the table as he softly whispers, warningly. “Areum we both know you and alcohol are not a match made in heaven.” He stated as a matter of fact.

He was only looking out for her considering the alcohol intolerance was very much low. He speaks from experience, so it’s best to trust his gut.

Every time any alcohol hits the inside of the woman’s stomach it leads to a very unserious Areum who fights back, or, she turns into a complete baby. Now he would have to take care of not two babies but three babies at the party. And then when he comes home it would be four babies.

She didn’t disagree taking a mental note on the conversation. “I can’t believe that Dictator stops treatments just like that. You have no idea what he’s gotten away with.”

He could see the frustration in Areum, no doubt. She looks like she could explode any minute talking about it.

“I know it’s not okay, but you can’t make enemies here alright?”

Areum sighs nodding, he was right. If she makes a singular enemy here it would result in having hundred more enemies. Everyone at this party is as evil as the other.

Areum turns around staring at Jeno. “You’d know a lot about that won’t you?”

He replies. “About what?” She adds. “Having lots of enemies.” Hearing her husband form a line on his face letting out a soft laugh coming closer. If there’s anything he knows Areum has a way of insulting him at the same time flirting with him.

There wasn’t a time where she was sweetly loving him. It has to be a mix between a burning hatred and loving him so much you couldn’t tell the difference. “Oh yeah I do. My wife is my worst enemy.”

“Be careful then.” The stare slowly diverts from the eyes landing carefully on the lips in front looking slightly more kissable than before, she has no idea how to hold back from her devilishly handsome husband. Sometimes he wonders how he could stay calm with a gaze like that when Areum watches him with a playful jinx behind those bambi-like pupils.

He carefully threads becoming stunned in the message across that their eyes were communicating telepathically. They did not need words. The bodies knew before their brains could figure out the morse code.

“What is it?” Jeno said bringing the hands closer where they unknowingly place between the waist and down the hips letting the black slim dress become groped between the fingertips of his. The nails feeling the fabric that was blocking him from touching her skin frustrates him more than it should. He was questioning why she was staring at him like she was planning to eat him tonight, with such an intense desire for him.

She’d playfully slither closer to his body speaking against the mouth as the head moves like a wind brushing on the skin prickling goosebumps on it when the mafia feels a loving kiss forming on the surface of his lips. Shocking him with the romantic gesture she pulls away leaving him craving for more, a lot more than before.

“Nothing darling. You looked kissable.”

He hears her say like it was nothing serious but to him this was a world war crimes against his own conflicting feelings about wanting the kiss to stay longer even though they are in public. Anyone could see them but he can’t help himself.

“You’re making it harder not to kiss you again.” Jeno says like it was a plea to get a deal out of her chest before he would grab on the thread.

Areum wanted to laugh seeing how much her husband was closing the gap again very carefully making sure she knew he doesn’t want this to stop, but as much as she didn’t want it to end too; she was a slightly more aware of everyone’s eyes on them.

“Lee Jeno.” She breathes his name out making him go into a huge brain rot with how his name sounds on her tongue rolling off like that. He was drunken or he was bewitched by her, Park Areum, the one and only who’s got the war and havoc mafia leader wrapped round her finger like a red ribbon.

“Hm?”

“We are in public eye. Everyone’s watching us.” She explains logically but unlike her husband he smirks cowling at the words. “Then let them take pictures.” Jeno wraps arms round the waistline pulling her closer kissing Areum once more.

“I don’t care if they see us.”

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The blonde young woman waking up to a white all-room with a strange bed she has never slept in before casts confusion over her face and the minute she turns around to look up she saw a young boy looking down at her with a wide smile full of relief as he stands up checking up on the patient.

Ryujin sits up letting out a strain cough. “Where am i now. I don’t remember being here.”

Haechan puts the cloth down sitting back down as he looks over at the young woman who was shot in an alleyway and he happened to found her lurking nearby. Little to no choice he took her to the infirmary at the base.

Even though Kun helped he told her to leave immediately after, but then a side effect fever came on. Ryujin was bed ridden and she doesn’t remember much it seems.

“You’re at my friend’s infirmary, remember? You got shot but once he took care of your bullet wound you ended up getting a fever.”

All of this sounded more or less plausible reasoning she wasn’t used to being helped at all. This guy who has been on her side constantly bothering her trying to figure out who she was and who was helping her out has even risked getting her treated immediately. Even though she could’ve died. He could’ve let her to die it would solve all his problems.

There was a pausing session for a minute leaving Haechan guessing the time and if she were hungry he stood up getting tiny snacks from the tray rack on the counter table. “You hungry? I’ll make you something later but for now we have these pretzels?”

He shows a bag of salty and sweet pretzels in one. Ryujin dismisses it awkwardly. “No I’m good.”

And then all of the suddenly her stomach makes a large growl stunning the both of them. He smirks coming forward opening the pretzel bag. “Yeah sure you are, here take some, eat up. You need your strength back.”

He vows making Ryujin take a few in the hand biting on to them looking around the infirmary. It looks like a normal doctor infirmary with a desk and an operating table. A bunch of beds for the patients to lay down on and rest.

It wasn’t the most talkative thing in the world yet Donghyuck was eyeing down the young girl who has this grudge biker girl style going on with two heart eyes. If you told him why he was watching her like she was the most fascinating animal through a box watching her as if she was an extinct being roaming earth to ever exist — he wouldn’t know how to respond. He would just reply with ‘because I am’ and that’s how it would go.

It’s a feeling he cannot quite escape nor explain it because it’s such an engrave experience that no words could simply describe how much it makes him feel. He gets goosebumps sometimes just by hearing her speak to him. Even though their conversations were long the feeling she left on his heart heavily was longer. Ryujin might not be feeling like this, maybe he’s the one sided coin longing to be with her at all costs.

Or maybe they’re both looking at each other thinking the same thing but are too afraid to say it?

The smell of a warm soap flaring up the smoke as it was newly made and poured into the bowl on a trap with a side dish of rice cooked to perfection because there was no way he’d serve something purely half-assed when it’s someone like her eating it. Usually he won’t cook for anyone. He doesn’t even cook for himself but ended up rounding himself to cook a ‘get well soon’ soup to make the young woman gather her energy. She must’ve skipped yesterday meals.

The soap was a simple chicken and vegetables but the whole grand scheme of it stuns Ryujin. No one was ever really going to take care of her, no one did things like this for her. No one helped her out whenever she needed it so she was used to being on her own, having to help herself out without a complaint. Raised in an independent environment. She doesn’t know how to feel about this kind gesture.

Should she thank him? What does this even mean? She has many questions about to ask, but the boy was quick to speak cutting Ryujin out of her head.

“Why are you staring at the food, it will get cold.” He softly pressed the spoon into her hands, smiling at her as Ryujin is looking at him with trembling eyes.

Was it possible to get overwhelmed by someone’s kindness? Because she definitely feels like that.

She turns around when Haechan motions with his eyes telling her to practically eat already without verbal words. She’d pour some on the spoon taking the taste of the broth first.

It was warm which helps through her sore throat she woke up with and it was really good enough to make her eyes widen and sparkle. Haechan swore he saw Ryujin smile for once, no longer she would have a dark and grim face looking like she’s fighting the world alone.

She murmurs gently going back for more into the soap taking bigger bites. Haechan couldn’t believe that she went back for more, slowly exclaiming. “Do you like it? I hope it’s to your taste.”

“It’s okay.” Ryujin quietly replies trying to hide the fact that this might actually be the nicest soap she’s ever tasted.

He pouts watching the girl. “Oh I was expecting like a… oh my god! It’s the best soap I’ve ever tasted.” He sighs. “But I’ll take an Okay.”

“You’ve got a serious ego problem.” She says turning to him and Haechan smirks. “Well if you were me with a face like mine, you’d have an ego issue too.”

‘Well he wasn’t wrong…’ Ryujin trails in thought watching the devilish smirk carving on his beautiful bronze face that could only be a pure representation of natural beauty almost like he was the sun himself and you’re just revolving around him measly.

The banter between them suddenly fades away when the boy in front who barely cares for anyone but himself. The boy who’s putting duty before anything else. The boy who is the righteously pain in ass to everyone around him, not the best person to be relying on, occasionally he’s selfish yes he won’t deny that. He was gone now when he brings a serious face pulling closer to Ryujin.

The voice spoke with relief and genuine joy full of relief nothing gorse behind the words he said like it was a song he sang for Ryujin.

Haechan smiles. “I’m glad you woke up. You had no idea how worried I was.”

He was terrified of never being able to not see her again. As much as he found Ryujin to be suspicious he believes she is a good person on the inside. It’s a feeling in his stomach and in through the heart. His body was activating every second he was with her.

It’s a first to hear this, Ryujin has never seen a boy be so freaking happy to see her wake up from what felt truly like the longest sleep she ever took.

Ryujin avoiding his gaze turning back to the food taking another bite of it, she softly responds unknowingly how to handle him. “Why’d you help me? You know nothing about me.”

She asked the question that’s been playing in her head since the minute she’s awoken in this infirmary.

“You would do the same for me wouldn’t you?”

Ryujin mentally agreed with his words. She would help anyone not just him if they were in an alleyway bleeding out to death from a bullet wound, she wouldn’t have the guts to leave them to die because if anything she knows how it feels to be left alone to fend for yourself but you can’t because you’re not strong enough.

So yeah, she couldn’t deny it. Ryujin simply wants to help the innocents from harms way.

He smiles again knowing that she was agreeing with him even if it was silence coming from her. “See. You’d do it for me or anyone if they were in your position.”

Ryujin sighs. “Fair point.”

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