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justkpopstuffinmyhead · 6 years

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Jongup - Safely hidden [Part 3] ♥

Member: B.A.P’s Moon Jongup

Pairing:MafiaSpy!Jongup & You

Genre: Angst-ish

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Shooting and other Mafia stuff. Mentiones of Sexual abuse & trauma

Words: 1,236

A/N: IM A FREAKING PEOPLE PLEASER SO I’M NOW WRITING SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS IDOL PRODUCER RELATED - SORRY TO THE ZELO PERSONI’LL PUT YOURS ON THE LIST ♥

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

That night you wake up in a cold sweat – again. The memories of those few weeks haunt you and you don’t know how to shake them off. Yongguks fiancée told you to go look for her if something happens but you don’t think that it’s a good idea to enter their room at this time of the night as they are probably sleeping or doing other . . . more important things.

Your body feels hot – too hot in fact – and you push the covers off in a hurry and make your way to your door. Your naked feet are the only noise you hear in the hallway as you make your way down to Jongups room. On your way there, you suddenly find yourself standing in front of a tall figure; the young man that was with Jongup when they got you out of there – you just can’t remember his name. “Um . . .” You start and he just laughs at your confused face. “It’s Daehyun. Are you on your way to Jongup?” You look up at him in surprise and feel your cheeks and ears heat up. “Yeah.” You admit quietly. You now take time to study his face more thoroughly and notice that he really is beautiful. But in a different way than Jongup is. Daehyuns face is softer, gentler than Jongups sharp features. “In that case I won’t stop you from doing so any longer.” He steps aside and gestures for you to walk past him and towards Jongups room. “Thank you” Your voice is only a whisper and you quickly walk down the hallway, the surprising encounter calmed your running mind down a little bit, since you now feel safe as there are guards walking the corridors of the building. “He said it was peace.” You whisper to yourself as you face the panel and start counting the numbers until you reach the letters – 16,5,1,3,5. The door opens and reveals a dark room. “What do you want Yongguk? It’s 2 in the morning.” You hesitate in the doorway. “I can leave again if you want to.” Your voice is soft and uncertain and as soon as he recognizes it’s you, he jumps out of bed and walks over to you. “I’m sorry, I forgot that I gave the code to you. The only other person that knows of it is Yongguk.” He takes your face in his hands and raises your eyes to meet his. “Why are you here? It’s late at night.” He takes your hand and guides you to his bed where he makes you sit down next to him. He’s wearing only a part of sweatpants and you blush a deep red that even colors your ears in. “I had a nightmare and just. . I didn’t want to be alone.” He smiles at you and keeps your hand in his lap. “What was it about?” You hesitate but start telling him about everything as he holds you in his arms, his naked chest pressed into the side of your body. “He’s dead now. He won’t hurt you anymore. Let’s go to bed” Jongups jaw is tense and his eyes are closed as he takes deep breaths. “I will sleep on the couch. You take the bed.” He stands up and walks over to the couch where he takes one of the blankets and pulls it over him, not saying anything to you. “Good night.” You lay down on his bed and pull the covers over you, his smell engulfing you. “Good night.” You whisper into the darkness but he doesn’t say anything; even his breath is not audible. You toss and turn for a good hour until you are able to fall asleep. This time, however, your dreams are not filled by dark rooms and painful memories but by warm hugs and Jongups soft voice.

Days pass and you get the chance to talk to a therapist who shows you different kinds of techniques to calm yourself down whenever a nightmare hits you. She suggested different things but didn’t want to immediately diagnose you. She suggests you see her often in her office in town, even if you no longer stay at the mansion, since Yongguk will take over all costs for your therapy – a wish of his fiancée. You haven’t seen her in a while when you bump into her in the hallway on the way to get dinner. “I have a question.” You ask as you bite your lip. “What’s wrong?” She has a smile on her face - as always. You have never seen her unhappy and cannot imagine that this person has gone through a similar situation as you did. “I would like to go home.” You admit quietly and she stands still and looks at you with worry. “Do you not like it here?” Her smile turns into a slight frown and you immediately regret bringing it up. “I love it. I just. . I want to go home. I want to sleep in my bed I want to see my friends.” Her brows furrow and you walk up to her. “You won’t be able to meet any of us. Not me, not Himchan, not even Jongup.” You bite your lower lip- this is something you did not think about. “Why?” Your voice is a whisper. “We are dangerous. As long as you are here, we can keep you safe, but if you leave this mansion, it will be hard for us to do so – and being associated with us will make you a target.” She looks at the floor. “This is how I got kidnapped back then. I was mad and stupid and left – Not even 24 hours later they got me.” You swallow. “I just miss everyone. C-Can I meet them and stay here?” Your voice quivers because it is hard to imagine for you to be separated from Jongup. He is with you almost every night and visits you at least once every day. “It will turn them into targets.” She admits and you look at the floor. “I feel selfish for wanting both.” You admit and she hugs you softly. “I know. I wanted both, too, but I decided to let go of my family and friends. I love them a lot and would not want them to get hurt. But I also loved Yongguk a lot. It’s a decision you have to make. I can’t help you with it.” She looks at you with pity and turns to walk to the kitchen. “You want to leave?” It is disappointment that’s lacing his voice and making your heart hurt. “I-” You start. “No. Save your excuses. It’s better for you to leave. Being associated with us is not safe.” He tells you, his voice cold and distant. “Jongup. . . I just miss my life.” He turns away. “I understand.” But you feel like he doesn’t.

The next day you pack your bags and leave. You say goodbye to everyone and they tell that they’ll miss you and that you’re always welcome back, but you doubt that one person wants you back Jongup didn’t show up for bedtime. He left you alone in the darkness, so you decide to leave him. To leave him and heal and hopefully come back another day. Stronger, healthier and better.

Jongup POV

She left. I didn’t say goodbye. My heart hurts.

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notformyirls · 3 years

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just a lil drabble about techno and wilbur smp lore i wrote because my brain needed to and im supposed to be doing hw rn. oops

It was very rare that Wilbur and Techno would ever be left alone in the castle, during the year that they both lived there. Back when Techno was busy every day training in the grounds and building up the muscle mass to become a warrior. Back when Wilbur was still freshly adopted and roamed the halls at odd hours to steal things like bread and chocolate from the royal kitchens.

It was even more rare, however, that Wilbur and Techno were not only left alone, but ran into each other. They may have been brothers, legally, and they may have both loved their father—but the king never forced them to spend time together, and they were content not to. Techno was far too distracted with trying to become independent, and Wilbur was not yet used to palace life.

But Tuesday the day of the summer festival happened to be one of these days. King Phil was off overseeing the festivities, and both princes were far too anti-social to consider going with.

Techno was taking a break from his sword studies to focus on his English studies (and he snagged an apple on the way to a library, good eats). He swung his practice blade around himself in unconscious flairs, letting his mind wander as he opened the large wooden doors. He froze in his tracks, the sword abruptly cutting off its move, as he spotted Wilbur in one of the armchairs.

Wilbur Wilbur Wilbur Wilbur Talk to him

The younger boys’ knees were pulled to his chest and a very large book was propped on top of them, so that his eyes could barely peek over the top to stare at Techno in surprise. He was scrawny, still, despite all the food stealing; his princely outfit didn’t look fit to be on him at all. His hair was curly and brown and definitely a mess, which bothered Techno (a very clean creature). He closed the geography book with an audible thump and then wrapped his arms around it, staring at his apparent brother warily. He looked utterly small and human.

Techno, on the other end, looked inhuman, which he was. He was a piglin, which are widely known as creatures from the Hell’s Nether. Luckily for him he was also King Phil’s adopted son. Nothing bad could happen to him.

“What’cha readin’?” Techno asked politely, although his deep voice drawled, as pigs often do. His pink hair was braided today, framed nicely around his soft ears. Techno thought well-done hair made your royal outfit look better.

Wilbur looked at him, suspicious. Wilbur wasn’t much younger than Techno at all, he was almost seventeen—but he seemed younger as he slid the book beside him onto the armchair and opened it again.

“Geography,” he said, much too haughtily for a teen in poorly fitting prince wear, but Techno couldn’t find it in him to care. Techno never exactly found it in him to care. His instincts usually told him that the Overworld was unnecessary (except for the obtainment of gold). He’d been living here since birth, but it’s still hard sometimes.

E E Wilba What’s this then Weird Kid lol E

Techno crossed the space from the door to the couches and collapsed very impolitely into the loveseat opposite from Wilbur. The human teenager raised and eyebrow at him, but didn’t do much else.

“Sounds real interestin’,” Techno mumbled, letting his head rest back on the cushions. His crown slid off a little bit, but that was okay. He was feeling a little weird about talking to Wilbur. Was this the second or third time they’d ever even spoken? They’re supposed to be brothers. Legally, at least. Both the princes of this kingdom.

In the armchair, Wilbur sniffed and rubbed his nose with his sleeve. “It is. I didn’t really know about this stuff when I was… you know, on the streets.”

Techno opened one eye to see Wilbur’s expression, but the human boy wasn’t even looking at him anymore. He was back engrossed in his book. Techno watched him for a moment, enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Quiet is nice. I wish things could be quiet like this all the time,” Techno said airily, despite being the one to interrupt the quiet. Wilbur, not really paying attention, made a small “mm” noise in agreement.

“The voices in my head get kind of annoying, you know,” Techno went on, running his fingers along the edge of his blade. He was going to get a real one when he turned eighteen in a few weeks. He couldn’t wait.

“Huh?”

Techno looked up to see Wilbur giving him an incredulous glance. Man, it was hard to take him seriously with that birds nest of hair.

“Nether voices? Like spirits from hell?” Techno tried, letting his eyes fall closed again,

What haha Tell Wilbur No What just hit him

“You know, Techno,” The piglin hears from the other. “You’re really weird.”

Techno just snorts and doesn’t say anything else. Wilbur goes back to his book, and then later, they go their separate ways.

They don’t speak again, before Techno leaves to make his own living as a warrior at eighteen.

He hears in a letter from Phil a year after that Wilbur has run away from home.

Phil is distraught, and Techno offers some fancy words of what might be comfort. And he thinks about the man that might’ve been his brother, once.

But they never knew each other. And they probably never would.

The blonde kid in front of Techno puffs up, his scraggly blonde hair making him look pitiful. He’s dirty, and the armor he’s wearing is pathetic.

Techno gazes at him unworried. He’s twice this child’s size. And he’s a seasoned warrior, has been for years.

Tommy is a sixteen year old, pained by the loss of someone close to him. Unused to war. Naïve.

Punch him Fight him Say sorry Help Kill Him Blood for the Blood God Blood for the Blood God Blood for the Blood God

In the ravine below them, Techno can hear Wilbur Soot moving blocks around and singing. Singing, but nothing like the tunes he used to hum in their shared castle.

He’s something else entirely.

It’d scared Techno, the look in his former brother’s eyes when they met again. Five years and all Wilbur had to show for it was an apocalypse bunker and a plan to blow up a nation.

Techno is all about destroying cities, of course. Anarchy is what he does. It’s what he trained for, despite still wearing the crown in his family’s colors.

Wilbur, however, has never looked like that before. So deranged. So untrusting. He didn’t trust Techno at all, and the piglin privately thought Wilbur might not even remember their year in the castle. He only trusted in Techno’s ability to create chaos.

And unfortunately, that’s all he could do.

“You know, Technoblade,” Tommy starts, and he rubs some of the dirt off his chin, still determined to stand up to the adult piglin before him. Techno’s almost impressed, but he can only see a kid angry beyond reason. Close to following Wilbur. “You’re really weird.”

He glares like it’s a power.

Techno snorts, a full, hearty one, and the pig noise makes Tommy flinch (and then pretend he hadn’t).

“Definitely haven’t heard that one before,” he drawls, and something flickers in Tommy’s blue eyes. Amusement.

Techno smiles a little, his tusks clenching against his lips, and then he turns away. Royal cloak billowing in the wind.

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