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hyunjinners · 8 months

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.ᨘ۫.ꪶ ❄️ ۪→ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦 - Ahn Jun-ho

( 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ) Although Jun-ho was in danger of defecting, he couldn't help but visit his lover, whom he was afraid he wouldn't be able to see for a long time.

( 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ) Ahn Jun-ho x Fem!reader

( 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 ) fluff, angst (?)

( 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ) some blood, mention of death, maybe some bruises from my baby Jun-ho 🥺🤏 (takes place in season 2)

( 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ) 2,157k (approx)

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─┈ ✦️️ʾ First chapter of the profile! I was a little insecure about posting because English is not my first language, but with the help of a translator, I hope my writing doesn't get so old-fashioned lol ^°^

─┈ ✦️️ʾ I finished watching D✰P a while ago and I couldn't help but fall in love with Jun-ho (although I started watching because of another actor, who plays the 'villain')

─┈ ✦️️ʾ I tried to leave the chapter with a more Jun-ho perspective, I hope it turned out well.

─┈ ✦️️ʾI hope you like the chapter and don't forget to share and say what you think of the chapter. Stick with the chapter and have a good read! 💙🌊

IT'S been a few days since Jun-ho deserted the army for a greater cause. From the beginning he was aware of the danger he was putting himself in but his head still throbbed every time he…its first and also fails. It cost him his life. A life that could have been saved if not for his carelessness. He thinks about it every day and once he had a thin thread of hope, hoping that he could at least reveal the truth even if he couldn't bring that life back, he couldn't help but grasp the thin, dangerous thread.

He was tired but he wouldn't confess. In addition to working on a plan to reveal the flash drive's catastrophic contents, he was also exhausted from running away whenever he had any chance of getting hold of it. Jun-ho wasn't stupid, he knew how things work and that's why he was cautious and smart in every detail of what he did so as not to be tracked.

However, more than physically tired, he was emotionally and mentally exhausted. He's been through a lot of hard things since he gave you one last hug keeping his promise that he'd be back soon - which was to be expected as they were both aware that not everything is smooth sailing - but he wasn't expecting such a weight to be placed on his shoulders.

He missed you. Every single day. He thought about calling you all the time but his pride got the better of him, thinking he might sound desperate - or maybe the faint feeling that maybe you cared about him too much to the point of making your heart ache. He cared more about you than himself.

And it was this very thought that made him have a slight hesitation at the thought of visiting you. Jun-ho was aware that you knew everything and that you had certainly received a visit from your superiors only to upset you even more. But he needs to see you, feel you. He needed your hug, your words of comfort, your kiss, your way of being. But at the same time that he looked forward to it, he understood that it was risky. But everything good is worth the risk, isn't it?

You were sitting on your apartment floor staring at - or at least trying to - your laptop screen finishing a college essay. It wasn't really working for you, as everything you did, every key you clicked was a thought going through your mind leading you to think of Jun-ho.

You had received a visit from the superiors of Jun-ho, your boyfriend, just over three days ago. You initially wanted to appear strong, not just in front of men, for herself maybe. You really tried, but you couldn't hold back the tears. What if he got hurt? What if I unintentionally hurt other people? What if I can never see him again? These were some of the thoughts that came to mind.

Jun-ho was more than just a childhood sweetheart, more than your boyfriend, he was your soul mate, the perfect being that was specially predestined for you. You didn't believe much in legends or reincarnation, but you knew they were meant to be connected, perhaps by fate, or the red thread that believed to unite you. He was different, unique, perfect. You couldn't live without him and he was aware of that. So what's the point of him doing this to you?

You felt that if he made a misstep you probably wouldn't see each other any time soon. It's been almost two years apart, imagine years being separated by simple and useless bars? Pieces of metal that could destroy relationships for the simple fact of arresting a person who only wanted to reveal the truth that many so-called "superior" feared.

You didn't know about the pen-drive's contents, in fact, almost nobody did. But, if they're not measuring efforts to take power for themselves, even if it might cost Jun-ho's life, so you knew it wasn't anything too nice or light. Definitely a problem. A problem that Jun-ho-your Jun-ho got into because he couldn't stand still when he saw an injustice.

He's always been like that. From childhood, from when you grew up and your father didn't approve of your relationship with him, but he still didn't give up. Because he was stubborn and kind and above all he had a good heart. You love him for small but significant things like that that shape his personality and character. You've always seen it, since when you were just two little beings running around the neighborhood, at the same time, whenever there was a chance, Jun-ho would protect you, even if it sometimes cost him scolding. Always when they did something stupid, he took over, because he wanted to protect you from all the evil in the world. Because he always loved you.

Only now the roles were reversed. And this situation wasn't like when you were a kid, it's just riskier. You wanted to protect him from all harm, from all these evil people who only thought about their own noses and reputation. His heart ached whenever he imagined everything he had gone through so far because of people like that, for all the times - even if hesitantly - he called you because he wasn't feeling well with all the pressure and nagging from his seniors.

Your soul felt that he would look for you just like the nights he called you. And you've just been waiting, be it the doorbell sound or even the phone ringing.

And like a cue to fate, your doorbell rings. A slight fright invades you, but you don't let go, just getting up towards the door. When she opened it, a tall man had his back turned while wearing a navy blue sweatshirt that covered his head with a hood, preventing anyone from seeing him. He looks frantically up and down the building's hallway, as if expecting someone to suddenly grab him.

"May I help you?" He turns when he hears her voice. It was him. Jun-ho, who had been missing for days. He stares at you for a while, until he raises his finger towards his mouth, asking for silence. He deftly pushes you aside, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. You still stare at him in bewilderment. Not just finally seeing him, of course that was part of it, but he was different.

His hair had grown out a little since I last saw him - he'd shaved it off for the army - he was more robust, his arms were strong and steady, his face had some fresh bruises. You put your hands over your mouth in shock. Her eyes water at the sight of him hurt and tired. He holds out his arms, cradling you in a tight hug.

You reciprocate by squeezing him as if you can no longer see him. She didn't want it to be his last hug, so she held him tight. He didn't seem bothered, on the contrary, he deepened the hug, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. You felt your uneven breathing tickle your neck, but it didn't bother you. I knew he needed this. You needed this, you needed him.

He pushed you away when he felt your jacket wet, not out of annoyance but concern. I didn't want to see you cry, you didn't deserve this. None of that. No one really deserved it. He felt in his skin how much the greed of people who identify themselves as superiors just because of a position or a social position, it can harm people who just want to survive in this difficult world where they fight by their own arm, not stepping on other people to ascend.

He gently runs his fingers - now not as soft as before - pass over her soft skin and now wet from the tears that flowed down through the mixture of feelings that squeezed her chest like longing, anxiety, maybe a little fear. "Don't cry, my love…I'm sorry. I didn't want you to go through this." "Where are you Jun-ho? Do you- do you know how worried I was? I was so, so scared that I would never see you again." You didn't want to sound so desperate, but your voice gave it away. Your face that was now covered by your own hands, rested on his firm chest, which just hugged you again while stroking your hair.

"I'm sorry. Really. I…I'm here now, okay?" He kisses her forehead. He missed her smell, her embrace. The way you cried together and for him.

"Oh Jesus! Look at you, oppa!" Now calmer, you caress Jun-ho's face that was stained with blood in some small cuts, in addition to the slight mixture of green, yellow and purple tones that painted almost imperceptibly in the region of his eye. "Who was the idiot that did this to you? Argh! Come here" you take him to the couch in the living room, running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and coming back as fast as you can. You disinfect your wounds as carefully as you can, as if your skin is incredibly sensitive. He lets out a low chuckle, watching you in his concentration.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?" You look scared. He cups the right side of his face with his hand, taking advantage of the closeness to place a tender kiss on her lips. "I think it's cute that you're worried about hurting me even though I'm all torn up like that, that's all." You smile toothlessly upon hearing his statement. It was obvious that the situation was concerning but you could still see how hard he was trying to make you comfortable and calm, even though it was a mess outside.

"You'll be fine, won't you?" Her expression changes as she whispers to him, fear apparent in her voice. "I will. I promise you, I will come back to you safe and sound." The ghost of a smile is exposed on her face. "I don't want to ask what's on that flash drive but I'm sure you're doing it for a good reason. I want you to know that you are strong and that you will get through this. I believe and trust you and I know you will do the right thing with the power you have in your hands. Just don't, please leave me. Do what you have to do but…come back to me. I need you." You intertwine your hand in his. Tears form in Jun-ho's eyes causing his voice to crack a little when speaking.

"Thank you for trusting me. I don't deserve your love. I will never leave you, I love you. It's complicated, I don't want you to get involved. Just wait for me." He gets up towards the door, but stops as soon as he hears her announcement.

"...your boss visited me. He asked me to call if you showed up. What should I do?" He turns. A few seconds pass as he just stares back at you.

"Call him."

"What?"

"You can call. I need to talk to him."

"What if you get caught?"

"I won't, I know what to do." He had a plan, you could feel it. You obey, picking up your cell phone and after dialing the number passing it to him. You didn't know what was coming, and you hated more than anyone else just to watch and not be able to do anything, but everything in your power you would do. By Jun-ho.

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trashlord-007 · 2 years

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The one and only Lee Dong Wook

(For your ask game)

heyheyhey, I’m pretty sure I know who sent this and Ily <3 [1.1k wc]

Lee Dong Wook x Fem!Reader

Auction + Mafia AU || His for the night

“One million.” Sealing your fate, the man you've grown to hate cuts through the crowd, his voice authoritative and unyielding. “I bid one million.”

Silence falls over the room as everyone turns to look at him. Their stares don’t faze him. Cold eyes linger on you as he drinks in your visage. A shiver crawls down your spine. It’s a look you know all too well. He hasn’t come to play and he won’t back down no matter the cost. In his mind you're already his regardless of the result of some charity auction sham.

“Sold! To Number 114! If you’ll both please proceed to the back to finalise the transaction. Now, onto the next, we have a star in the making, Ms. Kim…”

The announcer fades into the background as you brush aside the curtain and enter the dim backroom. Inside are several tables with some of the prior ‘purchases’ setting terms for the date they’re being forced onto. Some seem happy, perhaps riding on the high of philanthropy, while others seem bored. Spending time with fans is a hassle and anyone that has been in the biz long enough knows that.

And yet you'd give everything to be in their shoes.

A stout man with round glasses and a pink nose beckons you. While you can’t see him, your attention focused on the looming pile of paperwork ahead, you can sense your suitor hot on your tail. His cologne surrounds you, engulfing you in the memory of him, reminding you of the fateful mistake you made.

As you slow, your fingers brushing against the metal of the chair’s back, his arm wraps around your side. Jolting away from the sudden contact, you instead bump into his chest. He’s firm and toned and isn’t at all what you might expect of a man in his position.

When you first met, his charm disarmed you. You like to think you know him better now, that you're privy to his tricks, but there’s something dangerous in his gaze as he stares down upon you, staring right through you.

Pulling out your chair, he gestures for you to sit. Ever the gentleman, always putting up pretences. He’s a scourge on this Earth.

“Thank you,” you force out through gritted teeth.

“Of course, darling.”

Bile rises in your throat from the harmless pet name.

Oblivious to the situation, the paralegal begins shuffling through the documents, pulling out the contract he had pre-drafted. “Shall we get started?”

Blood red. That’s the colour painted on your lips. It matches the dark aesthetic of your outfit and complements the eyeshadow your assistant chose for you. It’s a publicity stunt more than a real date and you’re determined to treat it as such. You won’t give him the satisfaction of treating it any other way.

Slipping on your red heels, you sigh. The contract says you only need to spend two hours with him. That’s two hours too many. Mr. Lee isn’t a man to trifle with, even for just a few hours. If you aren’t careful, you’ll find yourself embroiled within something much deeper, much darker.

Steadfast in your desire to disappoint, you stand tall and spin once in front of the three-panel floor mirror. You frown. Visually you’ll always turn heads. As such, you don’t bother to dress down. The Chanel black dress hugs you in all the right places. It’s a bold choice, but so is your lipstick, your heels, your clutch – all red as cherries.

Bringing a manicured nail to your neck, you tap while deep in thought. It needs a little more spice, something to proclaim your elite status. Turning from the large mirrors with an elegant twirl, you sit at your dresser. Makeup products clutter the space, and off to the side is a small lockbox.

Punching in the code, you grab the first necklace you see. Diamonds and rubies combine to create a centrepiece most will never have the honour of gazing upon in person. You know it’s overkill but you have a sneaking suspicion that your ‘date’ will try to make a show of presenting you a gift. If you wear your best then his own will pale in comparison. Yours is, after all, a luxury piece. It’s the kind of extravagance that leads to a revolution and a royal beheading.

Donning the sparkling jewellery, you position it over the peekaboo window, letting it nestle between your breasts. You know the paparazzi will capture it on camera before you even have a chance to enter the establishment. They have an unnatural knack for photographing your body before your face, saving the headshots for when you’re almost out of range and settling for unnatural angles of the side or back of your head. If it’ll benefit you now, however, you’ll forgive them their prior trespasses.

The last thing you want is for anyone to think Mr. Lee had a hand in getting you your most treasured valuable.

Your phone buzzes on the bedside table. Glancing at the clock beside it, the time reads ten minutes to eight o’clock. The dinner is at nine. At least officially. It’s for charity, though, and you know you’ll be expected to make a show of it: run into an interviewer along the way, give a small speech on how excited you are and how happy you are to support whatever the fundraiser was, spend some time chatting with Mr. Lee before you even reach the table. You’ll need to head out early if you want to leave anytime before midnight.

With a final, quick touchup and some adjustments to the dress, you grab your phone and slip it inside your clutch. Everything you need for the night is inside: your credit card and ID, a miniature packet of mints, and a small vial of roll-on parfum. It’s the bare essentials. Any less and you’d feel vulnerable… though considering who you’re meeting, it might be better to ditch it all and bring a knife instead.

Headlights shine through your bedroom window. He’s here. Shoving your uneasiness back down into your gut, you straighten your posture. With your head held high, you descend the stairs one by one, the click of your heels against the marble resounding through the foyer. Once you reach the ground level, the doorbell rings. It’s thunderous. Despite knowing it was coming, it still sends a tremble down your spine.

It’s just a few hours.

You can handle him for a few hours.

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suhxin · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

(As soon as I write something for someone they will appear on this list, look at my WHO I WRITE FOR list to see everyone I write for)

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NCT

Chenle Career (Angst, m!reader)

Enhypen

Sunoo Photoshoot (A bit suggestive?, m!reader)

Niki Who do you like more? (Romance, Fluff, m!reader)

&Audition

Minhyung Practice room (kinda Romance?, Fluff, m!reader)

Matching (kinda Romance?, Fluff, m!reader?

Boys Planet

Yuki Worry (angst, a bit fluffy?, implied romance?, m!reader)

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blowingcookies · 2 months

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moody - cha eunwoo x reader - day 4

'What's wrong?'

Cha eunwoo looked up and sighed.

"Come here."

You were confused because normally your boyfriend was in a better mood. But you did as he asked, crossing the room under his heavy lidded gaze. You stood almost toe to toe with him, with his back to the wall.

"Kiss me."

Again, you were confused because he always initiated your intimate moments. And yet again, you did as you were told. You nervously went up onto your tiptoes, closed your eyes, and your soft lips met his.

Suddenly, you felt one large hand banding around underneath your butt and a second one grabbing your waist, pulling you up.

You opened your eyes, only to find that Eunwoo's eyes were staring at you all along. You saw the outer corners of his eyes crinkle up, and felt the ice melt away from them.

"Much better," he said, smiling.

He nipped at your plump upper then lower lip, and went on kissing you. You wound your arms around his neck, never letting go.

#eunwoo #cha eunwoo x reader #lee dongmin #eunwoo fanfic #cha eunwoo #cha eun woo #kactor #astro #aroha #astro aroha #kpop #kdrama #light angst #moody #one shot

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sanctuary1988 · 3 months

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~Handsome Stranger | 1 | Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers? fluff, angst, minor injury, blood, this is a light chapter tbh. Mentions of marriage, talks about arranged marriage, age gap (huge), historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.3k words

A/N: Guys, I have fallen in love. In honour of my new obsession called Lee Soo Hyuk I'll write this story and hopefully many more! I'll warn you, this story will get darker as it progresses and will follow canon although it is settled before the series so the characters from The Scholar Who Walks The Night will not appear in this fic (apart from Gwi, obviously). This is some sort of a prequel so I hope you will enjoy it!

I'll update when I have time, dears. I just started my business and I'm also working part-time while also going to college at night so, yeah. I'll do my best so please let me know your thoughts! Happy reading everyone :)

Gwi looked at her with an intriguing gaze, eyes sharp under the candles' light.

"I would not hesitate to let someone as clever as you take the throne. You remind me of a woman I used to know. That woman was clever and ambitious like you."

Hye-Ryeong swallowed, testing the waters with her next question.

"Did you care for her?"

Gwi looked at the distance, as if his mind was transported back to his memories from centuries ago.

"I had feelings for her. I had never cared for a mortal woman before."

Some tension filled the cave, the flickering candles allowing soft light to illuminate the place.

"What happened to that woman?"

Asked Hye-Ryeong once more, wanting to know if there was only another small crumb of the vampire's past who sat in front of her.

"I killed her."

Was his answer, the words came tumbling from his lips without resistance at all but there was a heaviness in his voice that made a tremble travel down her spine. Gwi looked up at her, his eyes swarming with the memory of his distant love.

"I could not help it. She had my child without my knowledge."

Hye-Ryeong looked at the man before her, with almost sympathy in her gaze. Almost. The idea of him killing someone he loved made her stomach twist with emotions she wasn't quick enough to grasp.

"A child between a vampire and a human being is said to kill vampires."

His voice sounded deeper than usual, dripping with the disgrace of his actions.

"What happened to the child?"

She asked in an almost shy way, for a moment fearing what his reaction to such an inquiry would be.

"The child likely died since it occurred over 200 years ago."

Gwi looked down at the drawing he was making, the image of his love made memories he had long since buried in his mind resurface, opening scars and bleeding with poisonous remorse for what he had done to the only woman he had loved in his long life and who also loved him back.

200 years ago.

Darkness fell over the village, clouds covered the moon, not allowing any kind of light to illuminate the dark city. The royal palace was silent, as if it were desolate. No soul walked through the gardens, no oil was being burned. Everything was still. Everything swam in a dark sea.

Except for one soul who walked the royal grounds as if he owned it. In a way, he did. Gwi, was his name. A name that few knew but all to whose existence lived in their minds feared to no tremor.

He walked among the night. Watched over the village. His domain. His kingdom. For he had ruled over the most powerful man in Goryeo for years. Through generation over generation of royal princes. He ruled it all. He owned it all. He had it all to his reach, everything a human would ever want in their miserably short life he had conquered it.

He paraded through the still gardens, a soft yet cold breeze made his silky dark hair fly softly. A sigh escaped his lips, the full moon was approaching and that only meant he'd have to go hunt once more. Like every month.

Gwi halted in his steps when he smelled the sweetest aroma he had ever felt in his astonishingly long life. His feet walked with a mind of their own, going toward such sweetness he smelled through the air and made his eyes cloud with crimson desire.

Blood.

That was what he smelled. The substance that he needed, craved to live. Blood was life to humans, and it also meant life to vampires like himself. The smell got stronger, he felt his heart beat in his chest wildly in anticipation.

However, he had to stop himself before approaching the source of such an electable aroma. Gwi hid behind some bushes, his curiosity and intrigue getting the best of him as he watched a young woman crouched down on the ground, a finger between her lips as she sucked her own blood from her small injury.

You had left your room late at night in order to find some peace among the darkness. Your mind was troubled, so was your heart. You've had little time for yourself the last few months, leaving the night as your only free time of your day. As ironic as it sounded.

While walking the large palace grounds, you encountered a small hidden garden filled with beautiful roses. In the midst of your curiosity, you bent down and picked one, then another and another. Already thinking that you could put it in a nice vase back in your room when you returned. But a hiss escaped your lips as a thorn teared at your flesh and blood oozed out of the small wound.

You placed the rustic bouquet on the ground and sucked on the injury, trying to stop the bleeding. However, a sudden noise made you halt in your actions. You looked around, the little lamp you had brought with yourself did little to illuminate your surroundings.

You knew you shouldn't be out of your room alone, especially at night. The warning of your father was still fresh on your memory from the first time he caught you leaving the safety of your bedroom. With quick movements you grabbed your lamp and walked hastily back to your room, leaving the roses behind. Completely unaware of the vampire watching over your retreating figure as his eyes held curiosity for that beautiful woman with a delighting scent.

Days passed and he was still mesmerised by that woman he saw in the gardens the other night. Gwi sat on his throne, daytime illuminated the city yet he was forced to remain in his underground palace. A beautiful construction between the darkness. His own paradise.

The chief counselor was suddenly in his presence. The old man bowed down slowly at the vampire before greeting him with irony dripping from his words.

"My Lord, thank you for allowing me this audience with you. I am truly honoured to be in your presence."

Gwi sighed, already bored with this interview as he signalled him to start saying what he wanted to say.

"My Lord, you know everything that occurs in these palace walls. Every gossip and truth is delivered to you first."

"Get on with it."

The Chief Counselor gulped, his hands tangling in front of him to stop them from fidgeting before he spoke once more.

"As you may know, my daughter has been ready for marriage for years now but I would like your wise opinion, My Lord. She possesses an extraordinary beauty and I know her marriage would be beneficial to the council."

Now that picked Gwi's interest. He leaned forward on his throne, his eyes piercing as he looked directly to the Chief Counselor's intimidated eyes.

"Who do you have in mind, Counselor Lee?"

The old man lifted his head in an almost challenging way that Gwi didn't like at all.

"Kang Ju Won, My Lord."

Gwi hummed to himself, as if he were genuinely interested in this marriage. Perhaps a part of him was as Jun Won had been rebellious against Gwi's orders. Not enough to get him killed yet... but still something that the vampire despised with all his being for loyalty is the most important thing in the world, even more so than love.

"Your beautiful daughter shouldn't go to waste with an old man like him but I will not deny how advantageous that marriage will be for me. You can start the preparations for the wedding, Counselor Lee."

The latter bowed down, not being able to suppress the smile that stretched over his aged features.

"I will, My Lord. Thank you for giving your consent, your opinion is the only thing that matters to me."

Gwi looked at him with an emotionless gaze, his sharp features looking even sharper as the candles around him flickered ever so softly. He gestured for the counselor to leave and he did so silently. Leaving the vampire alone with his thoughts once more in his enormous underground palace.

He didn't know why he had left his palace that night. The full moon was tomorrow, his senses and instincts were sharper than ever but Gwi found himself walking through the gardens like a couple of days ago when he saw the mysterious woman of the roses and sweet scent.

A scent he hadn't been able to forget, in fact it had impregnated into his memories and something within him prompted him to search for her once more.

He halted in his steps when he heard a soft sound coming from around some bushes. Gwi turned around, curious as ever so as to know the source of the sniff-like sound. He rounded a corner and was met with the same woman from the other night. He looked at the way she was crouched in front of the same roses, her elegant dress puffing around her yet this time she was crying.

"A rose never cries, let alone at night."

You gasped at the sudden voice that spoke next to you. It startled you, causing you to fall from your crouching position directly into the ground. You looked up only to spot a tall and handsome man dressed in dark robes with pale skin and long, dark hair. His voice, deep as the ocean, made you shiver as you found yourself under his intense gaze.

"Who are you?"

The man before you tilted his head to the right ever so slightly, the motion made you gulp for some strange reason. He was astonishingly beautiful with a mysterious aura around him that told you to get away but at the same time pulled you to not take a step back and leave his presence.

"Why are you crying?"

He completely disregarded your question, not that you noticed as you were enthralled into his amazing looks and that voice of his... it made you tingle all over your body. It almost seemed as if he had hypnotised you. Perhaps he did. At the lack of your response he crouched down, taking in your features with his sharp and dark eyes that looked like he held a starless galaxy in his irises.

You sniffled, wiping the remaining tears from your cheek with the back of your hand as you broke eye contact with the handsome stranger, eyes setting on your lap as you spoke once more.

"My father is going to marry me off."

Gwi sat down, he didn't know why he did it. He didn't know why he was there, let alone why he engaged in conversation with the beautiful woman of the magnificent natural perfume.

"What a lucky man for he'll get a beautiful wife."

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at him, nearly gasping at the proximity.

"I don't want to get married. Not yet at least."

He lifted an eyebrow at your open statement, at your honesty despite you both being strangers. But something about that honesty stirred a part of him he didn't want to admit he had in the first place.

"Who is your father, petal?"

The rumbling of his voice was as deep as thunder. It made you swallow as you looked into his eyes.

"Lee Beom Seok."

Gwi had to hide the surprise from his face at the name that left your lips. So you were the counselor's daughter. Now it kind of made sense for your father to want to marry you off for you were, indeed, rather beautiful. No other mortal woman has ever been that mesmerising to the vampire before in his long life. That is until you came.

"Do you really wish for the marriage to be cancelled?"

He said in that thunderous voice of his you couldn't help but nod to answer him, not finding words to speak your own desire. Gwi sighed before he stood up while you watched his movements, elegant on its own.

"I can make that happen, petal."

You sniffled at his words. Your hands fidgeted with the ornament on your dress as you looked up at the handsome stranger who offered you a way out of the nightmare you were going to be forced to live in.

"I can stop your marriage from happening, that is if you come with me."

He extended his hand toward you, a silent invitation to take it. Take it and free yourself from this unwanted marriage but, what other chain going with him will put around your neck? You had learned the hard way that nothing is free in this cruel world and right now, you don't have much of a choice but to accept the last straw of hope given to you.

Your hand found home in his and Gwi pulled you up to your feet with a soft yet delicate motion. He wasn't going to admit it, let alone speak it out loud but... in a very deep part of his dead heart, he liked the feeling of your smaller hand in his large palm.

"You made the right choice, petal. Now tell me, what is your name?"

You felt how your heart quickened in your chest at the intensity in his dark eyes. You looked up and spoke in that voice he was starting to really like.

"Lee (y/n), My Lord."

Gwi smirked, pulling you to his side as he began walking back to his underground palace with your hand still clasped in his.

"From now on, you serve me, sweet petal. You are mine now."

January/28/2024

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saidrabbles · 1 year

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soo-drabble ♡

"ah my lips feel dry" he says as he looks at you, putting some lip balm on your full pink lips. "give that to me when you're done". you look at him, with a teasing grin slowly creeping on your face.

"why're you looking at me like tha-" he couldn't finish the sentence as your lips was on his. you slowly moved your lips, sucking on his lower lip. he sighed into the kiss, feeling your warmth and moving closer to you.

after a few minutes you backed away, and smiled in victory. "perfect. your lips are now fully moisturized" you giggled. he feels himself laughing along, his heart beating too loudly for his own good.

your laugh was suddenly muffled due to his lips devouring yours. he kissed you feverishly, and you felt light headed. he backed away slightly and sighed as he looks at you. "i don't think my lips are soft enough just yet." he smirks at your dumbfounded state and kissed you again, deeper this time.

[a/n]: sorry i've been ia for so long, but here's a little smth for you. thank you for giving love to my writing !

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nyctophilevamp · 11 months

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Beauty And The Vampire

Genre : Supernatural Au!, Angst, Smut, Blood, Death Pairing : Lee So Hyuk × Black Reader

Summary: Y/N Might Be Civilization's Best Hope

When It Comes To Killing The Creatures That Feed On Humans. Yet They Treat Her As An Outsider. What Happens When Y/N Gets A Big Job Kill The Most Dangerous Vampire Of Them All?

Switches P.O.V Between Reader And LSH

Standing up, I took a sip of water. I just finished sharpening my blade. I'm getting ready to prepare for my biggest mission yet. The one my parents failed to complete.

Kill the Vampire of all vampires, or in other words the King. The king of the creatures humans live in fear because of.

My parents failed to do this when I was 14. 10 years later, I have the chance to avenge them. Even if it gives my life.

I took the job from the wealthiest folk around here. The King supposedly killed their son when he went out in the woods and they want to retaliate. If I'm being completely honest, I don't give a shit. About their son, them, or this town. This town treats me as if I am nothing more than a rodent on the street after my parents died. They just act nice when they need a job done.

"The girl who kills vampires" That's what they call me. They don't know my name and they don't care to know, I'm merely an asset in their lives and they are liabilities in mine. I provide them with the benefit of being safe and then I take money out of their pockets.

To be honest, I'm not avenging my parents either. Hell, I barely know them. They were never around, more focused on the vampire than they were focused on me. I'm doing it to prove to myself that I'm better than them. Better than everyone In this town.

I got the job a week ago and after collecting information for a week today would be the day I move out. Drinking the rest of my water I slip inside my boots and grab my weapons. Strapping them against my body. I walk into the night. The town is empty and silent. Every one scared, something might kill them. They keep garlic above their doors. But that doesn't keep them away not at all. They can't enter your home without permission though. But of course, close-minded humans who refuse to study what's unknown to them wouldn't know that.

Cracking my neck I ran into the forest of trees. Once I reach the river I will be in their territory. Waking over the rocks that act as a pathway in the river I cross over and now I'm in their forest. Their territory.

Hearing some rustling behind me I place my hand on my knife. I don't wanna use all my energy. Need to save it for the big guy. The hair on my left arm raised, indicating the leech was on the left side of me. Before it could grab me I quickly ducked and kneed it in the stomach. Now they might be strong but a human can still fight it and have a possibility of winning. Of course, you would need training, and well I've been training for my whole life.

While the thing was bent over I grabbed him by his hair and kick his knee forward so we both fell to the ground. Seeing his face, ironic it's the family's son. So he wasn't killed but turned and he's still a newborn. Cute.

"Your family misses you, Michael. I'll let them know you love them very much. Rest easy," I said as I put the blade right in the lower area of his neck. He choked on his blood quietly.

Standing up, I wiped my knife on his shirt and continued my journey. Halfway to my destination, 5 vampires stood in my way. Fuck this isn't good. This isn't good at all. But I won't die here not by a long shot.

"The King said he heard a ruckus in the forest. Wasn't expecting someone as sweet-smelling as you," One said looking my body up and down like I was going to be his meal for tonight. I'll be dammed if I let a vampire who looks like he eats cigarettes for breakfast take a drop of blood out of me. Moving quickly I threw my blade straight for his eye. Bullseye. It won't kill him but I don't care.

"You bitch," he started taking the knife out of his eye. Bitch? Funny coming from the thing who eats people.

"The King said don't kill her. He wants to meet with her first," another one spoke while gripping the thing who has blood spilling from his eye.

"Just because we can't kill her doesn't mean we can't beat her ass some," Another one said behind me grabbing my braids and wrapping them around his hand. He yanked my head back and sniffed my neck.

"Fuck she does smell sweet," He said. I'll kill this bastard before he has the chance to ever taste me. Before I knew all five creatures were sending hit after hit towards me. Fighting the best I could until my body gave out. Well, at least I'm not dying. I thought before I passed out.

( The Kings P.O.V)

I heard a commotion in the forest all the way from my throne room. I thought it was a lackey until something sweet hit my nose. Smelled like a fresh set of chocolate chip cookies. Whatever it was I wanted to taste it, and it was coming from the forest. So I sent five randoms to catch it.

(Lackey= Newborn)

To my surprise, they dragged in a beat up brown skin girl. She was still alive. I know that for a fact because I can hear her heart pumping. But I'm sure I said to bring her in unharmed. This is what happens when you send idiots to do a job meant for higher-ups. Looking up at the five men I see most of them with wounds on them and one with a runny eye. Looked like a medium cooked sunny side egg with yolk running out.

"I thought I said bring her in unharmed," I spoke, waiting for an answer. The five dumbasses looked at me as of they lost the ability to use their tongues. They will soon. Looking over at my guards I nodded my head before the one with the running eye body fell down the floor. Watching his head roll away the other five started to bolt for the doors as more guards came for them.

Getting off the throne I walked over to the beauty laying to rest on the ground. I picked her up and headed over to the Chambers. Looking at one of the guards I signaled him to follow me. As we are walking I told him to get the best nurse in the castle and tell them to come to this room. He exited the room as I laid the woman down. She was beautiful, even bloodied and bruised she look breathtaking. She reminded me of my lover a few hundred years ago.

Amoura was her name. She was beautiful and gave me life in my very dead one. She could make anyone laugh and her smile could light up towns. Unfortunately, humans took her away and deemed her a demon for loving me. They kidnapped her and tortured her until she was dead and I couldn't do anything. I've never forgiven myself for that and I never will. I'll never forgive the humans either.

Seeing the nurse walk in I stepped away from the bed and in the dark corner of the room.

"Tend to her wounds if you may. Use magic or go about it the regular way. Please see to it that she can wake the next day," I spoke rhythmically. Ever since the day Amoura passed, I wore a mask and spoke in a way where no one could understand me. Just because I felt as though she would be the only one to see me and understand me. Only a select few of my closest guards have seen my face. I'd like to keep it that way.

"Yes Sire," The nurse spoke in a hurried tone. Her thoughts were loud, she was trying to refrain herself from draining the blood of the woman that lay.

"Try to taste a drop of her blood and your head will be served to your family as their next meal," I threatened hearing her thoughts get louder and louder. I'll rip her head off myself before I let anyone hurt what's mine again. Mine? Yes, she's my prisoner now so she belongs to me.

(Y/N P.O.V)

Opening my eyes, I was met with a white ceiling. I guess I'm in the castle, at least I'm not dead. Sitting up I search for my knife. My plan is to get to the King and go home. I don't have time to be worried about my wounds or the fact that I have no idea where the hell King is. Also, my knife is gone. In fact, all my weapons are, those little bitches.

“I trust you might be looking for this,” A deep voice spoke from the corner of the room, tossing something up and down. Looking over to the corner I saw glowing red eyes. Okay, what the hell. A Vampire with glowing red eyes? The first time I've ever seen that. Should I be scared? No, I can't and I won't be.

“Who are you?” I said standing up. A second later a man with a rose gold mask covering the top half of his face came out of the shadows. He had my knife In his hand. And his presence screamed dark. This must be the King himself.

“My name is Lee Soo Hyuk, but you can refer to me as the King,” he spoke walking closer to me. He was the man I needed to kill. I see why no one ever saw his face because he kept it covered. Looking down I see his hand outstretched. He's handing me my knife. Quickly taking it from him I hold it against his neck. He just gave me the opportunity to kill him and I will. Pushing him back until his back hit the wall he smiled. His fangs on display, hate to admit but they're beautiful.

“Should I be the one having you pinned against the wall? Not that I mind this position though,” he spoke with amusement laced in his tone. It took me a minute to realize what he meant. Taking the blade I pushed it into his neck and he watched the blade go in inch by inch. He put his hand over mine before pulling the blade out. Not even a drop of blood was spilled from his neck.

“This little blade might be able to hurt lackeys and the lower class but it can't hurt me, darling,” he whispered in my ear. Shocked I stepped back, I wasn't prepared for this. If my blade can't kill or even make him bleed. What the hell could? I have to leave here or ill end up dying. Sitting back on the bed in defeat. I gripped the sheets I wanted to cry. I'm worse than my parents, not only did I fail I was also taken by the king. I guess the town was right I'm worthless and good for nothing after all. I felt a hand under my chin and fingers wiping my cheeks. Looking up at the man above me, I realized that even though he was wearing a mask he looked beautiful.

“Don’t cry, darling I'm not going to kill you and no one can hurt you unless I tell them to,” he spoke his voice deep but soothing. I nodded my head almost as if I was in a trance by his words. “Tell me what is your name?” he spoke asking for my name.

“My name is Y/N L/N,” when he heard my name he stepped back and analyzed my face before leaving the room in a hurry. Not knowing what just happen I lay down on the bed to get some sleep. Letting my thoughts drift me to sleep.

(1 Week Later)

It's been a week since I've been in this castle and I've refused every offer that was made to me. I've refused to eat, leave this room or let the maids dress me. I don't trust anyone here, why the hell should I? If it wasn't for their King's orders they would trying to see how I taste. And just because the king ordered them to doesn't mean they won't snap at any moment.

The only thing I've done in this place is take a bath and sleep. The only thing I've taken from them is clothes. Sitting on the bed staring out the window I hear a knock on the door. Before I could say anything a male's voice yelled from outside the door.

“The King is requesting your presence at the dinner table tonight,” he said.

“Tell your King I wouldn't sit with him to eat anything in this wretched place. Even if it kills me,” I said as my head was pounding and my stomach growling from the lack of food. Just suck up your damn pride and sit down with him for a meal. It will not kill you. Or it might, what if he's just trying to fatten me up so I can be juicier? My thoughts were colliding with each other not helping my headache. I decided to just lie down to make the aching go away.

(King P.O.V)

“Sire she deemed she would rather die than sit and eat with you,” the guard I sent out to get Y/N spoke in a scared tone. My jaw clenched upon hearing this. A human can't survive without food and to my understanding, she hasn't eaten in a week. Yet she still refuses my meals. The glass cup in my hand shattered as I stood up and headed over to her chambers with a plate of food in my hand. If she refused to eat I would have to simply force her. Knocking on the room door before stepping in. Her backside was turned to me.

“I thought I told you to tell your King I'm not going to eat,” She said as she turned around her mouth closed at the end of her statement after she saw I was standing there.

“Oh darling you hurt my heart, why are you refusing to eat?” I said as I walked closer to her. She didn't say anything but instead turned around once again. Clenching my jaw I walked in front of her. I hate being ignored and I hate being disobeyed. I grabbed her jaw making her eyes go wide in shock.

“I don't give a shit if you don't wanna eat with me but I will not have you dying in this castle. So open your mouth and eat the food Y/N,” I told her as I shoved a spoon of whatever the hell it is the chef made. Watching her chew and then swallow made me smile.

“Eat the rest, I'm not leaving until it's finished and you've drunk all your water,” I handed her the bowl as I sat down on the couch next to her. Once she was done with half of the bowl and all of the water she slid it over to me. I stood taking the items from her before caressing her face.

“Good girl,” I smiled at her before walking out. She was just going to have to get used to me and this castle because she wasn't leaving. Not after what I discovered. A week ago that night when she first came I took a drop of her blood in a sample tube and sent it to some witches far out west. I had a theory that she was my past lover somehow brought to me again and I knew only the witches could confirm it. This morning they sent a letter back to me. The letter told me that my suspicions were confirmed. She was the lover I lost all those years ago and I would be dammed if I left her run or if I let her get hurt. Not again, not this time. Going back to the dining room I sat at the table and ate my food. Happy that she ate as well. I'll make sure she eats every day if I have to.

(Three Days Later)

I watched her eat every meal prepared for the past few days. Going to her room in the morning. I didn't see her, she wasn't in her bed, bathroom, or closet. I grew concerned and angry, I have strict orders set in place that she isn't to leave this room without my permission. And if she is hurt all the guards in this hall will be fed to demon dogs. I decided to get her food and place it in the room before I go and find her. I walked into the dining room and to my surprise she sat there at the table with a bowl of food in front of her. Shocked and disappointed were the only two things I was feeling. Shocked because she actually sat in the dining room to eat and disappointed because I couldn't sit in the room with her as she ate. Also because I couldn't feed anyone to my pets.

“I see you joined me for breakfast, my love,” I said as I sat on the other side of the table. She just nodded her head and continued to eat. I haven't broken the barrier of her speaking to me but I will soon. Love takes time, I mean I already love her but I'm sure it will take time for her. As we are in silence I looked up to see how vast our distance was 10 chairs on either side separated us but if she felt comfortable with being that far I was fine with it.

(4 Days Later)

(Y/N P.O.V)

Surprisingly I started doing more stuff around the castle. I don't think the King was ever going to let me leave and I don't know what his intentions are. So I might as well have fun in this place while still alive. Here I am sitting in the library reading a book about god knows what. I could never find books entertaining I would rather paint or train. Signing I stood up to return the book to its original place only to drop the book out of my hands. The King sat on the other couch reading a book, when the hell did he get here?

“Are you not enjoying your book?” He asked while still reading his book. Startled I shook my head no.

“I don't exactly enjoy reading. When did you get here?” I questioned him trying to reach the spot I took the book from. Damn it where's the little stool that was here. The hair on the back of my neck raised and I felt him behind me. His hand went above mine grabbing the book and placing it back in its spot.

“A couple minutes after you came in,” he whispered against my neck. I closed my eyes preparing to be bit in the neck. Well, this is it, this is how it ends. I thought before my eyes shot open as he kissed behind my ear down to my shoulder blade. Losing my balance I fell back against him and we both landed on the floor. Before he could say anything I got up and ran over to my room. God that was so embarrassing. Soon as I lay down I heard a knock on the door. Before I could say come in, he walked in and sat on the bed.

“What do you like to do? I can set up some stuff for you so you aren't bored,” he said. Looking over at him I wanted to take the mask right off and see how he looked. The only thing I knew was that his eyes were red and his lips were red. I cleared my throat and look into his eyes.

“I like to paint and kill vampires,” I told him with a smile on my face. He nodded his head before standing and walking out. He does that a lot. Sighing I covered myself and closed my eyes.

It's been two weeks since we've spoken to each other. We've eaten together and sat in the library together. Enjoying the silence together. After I got out of the shower and got dressed there was a knock at the door figuring it was the King I didn't say anything. I was right as he walked in.

“Good Corning darling, if you don't mind would you follow me please,” he spoke to me putting out his hand. I grabbed his hand and we ventured out to the hallway. Walking hand in hand around the castle we came to a stop at a room. I looked at him and he only smiled before pushing the door open.

In the room were multiple canvases and paints with a high stool. The room was beautiful, perfectly set up for someone who liked to paint. I let go of his hand and inspected all the paint with excitement. Looking back over at him, I smiled and walked over to hug him. I don't know why I hugged him. The man I'm supposed to despise, the man who brought horror upon my time. The man who killed my parents. Yet I couldn't help but show my gratitude to him. He's done better and more for me than anyone has in my whole lifetime.

“Thank you, It's beautiful,” I told him letting go of the hug. He smiled at me before leaving the room. Weird.

(Kings P.O.V)

She has been here for almost two months now and I can say she has finally warmed up to me. Instead of me reading in the library she insists that I read in her art room while she paints. She stopped talking about wanting to kill me and hopefully, she stopped thinking about it too. With her, I couldn't read her thoughts like I did with everyone else. It was like she had some sort of mind blocker on. But I don't mind because Amoura was just the same. She stood up and walked over to me. She grabbed the book out of my hand before telling me to stand up. Standing up I followed her and was astonished. In two days she painted me laying against the couch reading. It looked beautiful even if you couldn't see my face it still was.

“You're an amazing painter, my love,” I told her still admiring the piece of art she painted. Smiling at her I took her hand and walked into the hallway.

“It's getting late and a storm is coming. You should get some rest,” I watched as her eyes went wide.

“A storm?” she spoke quietly almost as if she was scared.

“If you're too scared to sleep alone tonight you can always accompany me to my chambers,” I said gently not wanting to sound like I was suggesting anything. Maybe I was but she didn't have to know. To my surprise, she nodded her head. Taking her hand again I walked over to my chambers.

It stormed for 7 nights meaning she slept in the same bed as me for seven nights. When she couldn't sleep we would stay up and have long conversations with each other. Just exchanging information about each other. Through our conversations, she learned the reason I hate humans and I learned the reason she hates vampires. I can't relatively say I felt bad about killing her parents but they killed a school full of children. Yes, they may have been vampires but they were still children and well I had no choice but to murder them. Of course, I told her that her parents were evil.

(Y/N P.O.V)

On the eighth night of the storm, I sat in the Kings bed with him next to me. Looking over at his sleeping frame I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for him. I didn't know if it was love or not but it felt right to put that title behind it. I loved the King and I've never seen his face. Reaching my hands over to his face, I put my hands on each side of the mask and started to lift it. Before it could completely come off his eyes opened and he grabbed my wrist tight enough to break it. When he saw it was me he quickly let my wrist go and sat up.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to take it off,” I said rubbing my wrist, hoping he wasn't too mad.

“It's fine, did I hurt you?” he asked concern laced in his tone. I smiled at him before shaking my head no. I don't think he realized but the mask slipped off of his face. Coming closer to him I put my hand on his cheek as he stared into my eyes.

“You look very young. How old are you?” I asked still caressing his face.

“I am 28 years old,” he told me leaning into my touch. I know that's the age he's been stuck in but I wonder for how long.

“How long have you been 28?”

“For 457 years darling,” He smiled at me. He's so beautiful, I wonder why he hid his face from the world. Slowly I leaned into him before placing my lips on his. His lips felt soft and plush, like a pillow. It felt so right just to kiss him. He gripped my waist pulling me into his lap. I ground my hips down on him, I don't know what came over me but I wanted him now. Pulling away from the kiss I start kissing his neck while moving my hips back and forth slowly against him. After kissing his neck I was about to suck on it until he pulled me off of him.

“Your cute my love but we can't,” he said. We can't? Why the hell not?

“Oh, may I ask why?” I said not trying to sound too desperate but the truth is I'm desperate as fuck.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he said standing up and grabbing his mask. Hurt me? He couldn't hurt me and even if he did I'm the one asking for it. Before he could reach the door I grabbed his wrist.

“I want you to hurt me,” I told him as he looked me up and down before swallowing. “Please” I let out hoping at least that would convince him. He threw his mask to the chair and started to unbutton his shirt. Taking off his shirt he pulled my jaw up for a kiss.

“Don't be mad at me if I'm too rough. Please,” he told me in between kisses. I smiled at him before laying back on the bed feeling him climb on top of me.

“Grip the headboard for support,” he said before moving my panties to the side and sticking two fingers in me. Throwing my head back as his long fingers curled inside of me hitting a certain spot. When he realized he hit a good spot he kept going curling his fingers while moving them at a fast pace. He came up to my fave before kissing me and moving down to lick my neck. He sucked my neck leaving a bruise. When he kissed me again my legs shook around his hand and I let out a loud moan. He took his fingers out before leaving them in my mouth, making me suck them clean.

He pulled his pants down and let his dick spring free before lining it up with my entrance. Goodness I hope this doesn't hurt, I thought to myself.

He laced his fingers with mine before pushing all the way in. He stayed there while he kissed my neck.

“Bite me,” I said and he looked at me like I was insane. “Please just do it,” I continued, I know he won't hurt me. I trust him. He nodded his head before he started to move in at a slow but rough place. A piercing pain shot through my neck as he started to drink from me. It hurt at first but with the mix of him fucking into me hard it turned into pleasure and all I could do was take it.

“Soo-hyuk,” I moaned out. He stopped for a second pulling away from my neck and smiling. I called him by his first name for once. He kissed my cheek before his hand gripped the bed while the other wrapped my thigh around his waist. He went harder and faster making the headboard hit the wall. I pulled his face down kissing his bloody lips.

“You feel so good baby,” he said moaning in my ear. Just hearing him moan made me cum. When he finally came I had just finished coming for the third time. He pulled himself out of me and laid against my chest. Sighing in contentment I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.

In the morning I stayed in the garden while he slept. This is the longest I've ever seen him sleep. While picking out flowers an unsettling feeling happened in my stomach. Something bad was going to happen today. I just knew it deciding it was best to go inside I went to my art room and painted. I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and then kiss my neck. Laughing I turned around and kissed him back.

“Hi,” he smiled at me his fangs showing.

“Hi,” I said back before a guard came barging into the room. He quickly turned his face before speaking.

“You didn't have permission to come in here. So it better be an emergency,” he said anger evident in his tone. The guard look scared but he stood his ground.

“I'm sorry for the intrusion Sire, but we're under attack. The whole town is being lit on fire by humans,” he said making my heart drop. The humans are trying to kill everyone in this town. Fire can be used to harm them.

“I can talk to them. I can calm them down and stop this.” I told making him turn his face towards me. He shook his head no before turning towards the guard.

“Get the best man and kill them all. I don't care about a fire kill them and feed.” He spoke starting at the guard. The guard stared at his face before nodding and running off. He looked back at me and smiled.

“Go to my chambers and stay there. Don't come out until I get you,” he said pulling away from me and walking off. Standing up I look down the halls to see it empty of any guards. I went over to his room and into his closet and grabbed my best knives before going straight for the window. I jumped out and followed where I heard the most ruckus. Seeing at least twenty townspeople. They look over at me in shock.

“She's alive,” one said beaming with joy. They were happy to see me? Did they do this for me? There was no way and even if it wasn't right so I need to stop them.

“Yes I'm alive but what are you doing? You're setting a town on fire,” I said getting closer to them. One yelled back at me.

“This isn't a town this is a monster's paradise and we're here to burn down to the ground,” I shook my head no.

“No this is a place where beings live. There are children here,” I said trying to convince them to stop. They weren't listening only spewing hateful words about this place and the vampires. Before one pointed something out.

“What is that on your neck girl?” the man spoke realizing it was the man who hired me to kill the king I stepped back. Another one yelled

“She is sleeping with a vampire. KILL HER,” she shouted. When they started coming towards me I pulled out my knives ready to defend myself and this town. They all came charging at me with spears and pitchforks. I was able to kill at least three before I was tackled to the ground and attacked by the remaining 17. After seven minutes the group ran away from me. I lay there in my blood with a sphere in my stomach and blood pooling out of me. This is how it ends for me, I thought as I closed my eyes.

(Soo-Hyuks P.O.V)

I smelled the scent of baked cookies again as I drained this human of its blood. The only person with that scent would be my love. Y/N. Looking at my men I tell them to handle the rest of the humans while I tracked her scent. A group of humans ran past me some bloody and some just with blood on them. When the last one ran past me I smelt the chocolatey scent on her and gripped her shoulder so tight that it broke. She screamed causing the group ahead of her to stop and turn around. Before they could get to me I ran with her. Dragging her by her broken shoulder.

“Where is she?” I said venom laced in my tone. Knowing she had some idea where Y/N was.

“She's dead. Laying in her own blood for loving a vampire,” she said throwing her back and laughing. Before she could laugh anymore I ripped her jaw apart. All I saw was red and every human was going to feel my pain if my lover had died again. Quickly running over to the scent I saw her with a sphere in her stomach. Rushing to her side I shook her. Her eyes slowly lulled open and she smiled at me. How can she be smiling right now?

“Hi,” she said her voice hoarse.

“Baby please don't talk. Okay? You're going to be okay. I'll save you this time,” I cried out to her. Tears falling down my face, I removed the mask. She gently put her bloody hand to my face before speaking again.

“I Love You Soo-Hyuk,” she spoke again before her arm fell against the ground. I shook her again and again but I got no response. I failed again. She died again because of me and these humans. Why do I keep failing? Taking the sphere out of her body I kissed her neck and bit down on her neck making sure my venom went inside her. It was too late but it would never hurt to try. I pulled away still not getting a response, I stood up and picked her body up before walking over to the commotion. I looked between my guards and the humans. Stop I said too quietly.

“STOP,” I yelled as my body shook with anger. Everyone stopped to look at me, they started at me as if I was a golden item on display. I smiled at them tears still flowing down my face. I place one last kiss on Y/N's mouth before looking back at my guards.

“Don't kill them, just capture them and lock them up in a cell,” I turned away from them walking back to the castle. Once inside the castle, I went up to the top floor. There is one single room on the top floor. It has a clear glass coffin in it that I kept after Amoura died. Placing Y/Ns body in the casket I called two maids to change her into a black dress and to clean up the blood on her dead body. Letting them enter the room I walked away with my head down in shame.

I've failed my lover, I've failed my people, I've failed myself. I don't have the right to even call myself a king or let alone be glorified as one.

(Two Months Later)

The town was restored and expanded through the other side of the forest. There were still some humans on the other side but they were all turned. As for the human that raided the town two months ago. They have been getting tortured for one day each week. I didn't plan to kill them fast. They didn't deserve that satisfaction and I didn't plan to feed off them. Their blood smells like acid I’d rather not.

Here I am sitting in my throne room going through the same cycle I've been going through my entire life. Closing my eyes I slumped against the chair. Before my eyes shot open.

The throne room doors flew open and the guards that were standing there flew against the wall bones breaking upon impact. Waiting for someone to come through the doors I stood up as five of my men stood in front of me.

We all heard laughing as all the candles and lights went off in the room. I felt a hand grab my mask and before I could react they cracked it into two pieces. Who the hell was this and how are they faster than me? I felt my body being thrown back with much force and I'm thrown all the way back onto my throne seat. Then someone placed themselves on my lap and that's when I saw her.

Eyes glowing red and curly black hair up into an afro.

“Y/N?” I spoke unsure of the woman that sat on me. Her red eyes glowed as she smiled showing her fangs.

“You never said you loved me back,” she spoke against my ear. And I smiled, I saved her. I didn't fail. Gripping her hair I pull her into a long-awaited kiss.

“I Love You Y/N,” I told her as she smiled at me.

The End

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producerguk · 10 months

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hiii. i used to post some of my writing here, but i had to take a long break for study related reasons. now, i finally have the chance to come back as a writer and i couldn’t be more excited.

i'm currently working on a the rose fanfic, with the main pairing being woosung and dojoon. I'll drop some spoiler soon, hopefully.

i just want to say that requests are currently open. i'll write for any k-idols or k-actors/k-actresses you may like. khh too (i have a long list of dpr plot bunnies, beware). self insert reader or pairing, feel free to contact me if you have any request <3

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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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1.All I Want For Christmas Is You(Minjae) (Xikers)

2.Christmas Tree Hunting(Yeonjun - TxT)

3.Decorate With Me!(8Turn)

4.Elf undercover (Seungheon - 8Turn)

5.Secret Santa (Sunho - BoyNextDoor)

6.Last Christmas (Yechan) (Xikers)

7.Cookie baking (Niki - Enhypen)

9.Nightmare Before Christmas Debate (Mingi - ATEEZ)

10.Gift Giving (Kyungmin - 8Turn)

11.Slow Dancin' & Romancin' (Bang Chan - Skz)

12.My Favorite Ordainment (Taesan - BoyNextDoor)

14.Gingerbread Competition (Jaehyun - BoyNextDoor)

15.Cinnamon Treats (Yungyu) (8Turn)

16.Counting Down X-Mas (Lee Han - BoyNextDoor)

18.Tree Topper (Beomgyu -TxT)

19.Best Present Ever (Yungyu) (8Turn)

21.Christmas Songs(Sunwoo) (The Boyz)

23.Home...(Seungheon) (8Turn)

24.24 to 25 baby stay with me(JJ - Trainee A)

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horanghaejamjam · 1 year

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Emergency Commissions

Hi loves, I promise that Horanghae and my Hao vampire spinoff will be posted sometime within the next week! However due to outside circumstances I am really struggling financially and am offering emergency commissions to hopefully help pay off some of my bills!

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suhxin · 1 year

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INTRODUCTION

My name is Jake, I go by he/him and i'll post male reader (sometimes also gn reader) reactions & drabbles :)

I also reblog lots of male reader fics

I gladly appreciate requests (when they're open) cause I have little to no idea what I should write (read my rules for requests first tho)

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blowingcookies · 20 days

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you're mine noona - pt 2 - cha eunwoo x reader - day 15

[For reading my past entries, I recommend searching the following tag: #cha eunwoo x reader ; enjoy!]

[Pt 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blowingcookies/746785037098385408/youre-mine-noona-pt-1-cha-eunwoo-x-reader?source=share ]

You closed the windows to your cottage. With all the rain and humidity, your curly hair needed a break from all of the moisture, just as you needed a break from the main house. That's why you decided it was time to move into the little cottage in the far backyard; with how the funeral went, a little distance couldn't hurt

You set up your laptop on the countertop, intent on watching some kdramas while cooking and cleaning, when someone knocked at your door. 'Who could that be?' you thought to yourself.

Before you could make it to the door, it opened.

'Hi Noona.' Dark eyes bore into yours, and you gasped.

Big, solemn, and wet, the uninvited guest moved into your kitchen and personal space . Cha Eunwoo's thick, corded arm reached around to shut off the stove behind you, and he bent down to whisper roughly into your ear.

'Careful. We wouldn't want another accident.'

A cry left your lips, and you tried moving past him, but he was like a steel wall. His hands went into your hair, then one grasped the back of your neck to pull your head back.

'This is how things are going to go...'

'No, Eunwoo, leave me alone!' You felt desperate to leave, knowing if you stayed you would give into him and be humiliated once more. Again, you struggled against his hold, but to no avail.

'Noona...' He drew out the dreaded word, mouthing the vowels against your dark cheek.

Suddenly, you had an idea. Talking back, struggling, and being passive weren't working, so you had to change tactics. You subtly palmed the keys in your jean pocket while stroking his cheeck with your other hand. He shuddered, and loosened his hold.

'Interesting,' you thought to yourself.

You then caressed the sides of his torso, letting your fingertips dig into his slightly fleshy sides. He was startled, and moved slightly back.

This was your chance. Feinting left initially, you went to the right side towards the door. You miraculously made it to your little Volkswagen Beetle car, but before you could open it, Eunwoo's golden hand slammed against the blue paint next to the handle.

You looked back in horror at him.

'You know you're just adding to your punishment, right?' He smirked, and your heart sank.

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I was able to get through some more questions; if I finish the set tomorrow, I'll write a (hopefully) good sm*t chapter next!

Thank you so much for reading, and for being part of my study journey ❤️

#cha eunwoo #cha eun woo #eunwoo #lee dongmin #cha eunwoo x reader #eunwoo fanfic #astro #kactor #astro aroha #astro cha eunwoo #eunwoo imagines #poc reader #poc writer

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sanctuary1988 · 1 month

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Les Petals D'Amour | Gwi | Mastepost

Pairing: Gwi (the scholar who walks the night) x fem! noble! Reader

General Warnings: fluff, angst, blood, biting, general vampire stuff, secrets, obsession, twisted retail of beauty and the beast, death, character death, typical period misogyny, DARK ROMANCE, spiciness, love?, (specific warnings will be given in each chapter)

Total Word Count: in process

A/N: Welcome to my first fic on this new blog, darling! I finished watching TSWWTN like a month ago and I have officially fallen in love. I took one of the scenes to start this story that could serve as a prequel of the drama from Gwi's perspective. Like a backstory for him that we were denied on the show.

I really hope you will like it, loves. Please share your thoughts with me and feel free to ask me anything! From extra scenes for this story to what's the last thing I ate, I'd love to interact with you all!

*A/N: This story will be updated when I have the time to write, darlings. I'll do my best to keep it alive and ongoing but I have a lot on my plate right now. I'm doing this mostly for myself as I need some space to vent and create without pressure. This blog is a safe space for anyone and that obviously includes me. So please be patient when it comes to updates! I'm giving my all trying to balance my life with all the responsibilities I, myself, put over my already busy life. But be for sure that this story will be finished... someday.

**A/N: Darling, please mind the warnings on this post and on each chapter. I'm still pondering on whether I should include smut here or not as I personally think there should be a solid reason why there must be a spicy scene in a story but aside from that, this story will have some pretty dark contents and behaviours. Disturbing scenes may appear throughout the story and I am not responsible for your media consumption. Please, be careful, love.

~ Main Work

Chapter 1 | Handsome Stranger |2.3k words|

Chapter 2 | Owned Flower |2.4k words|

Chapter 3 | Caged Petal |2k words|

Chapter 4 | Silver Innocence |2.5k words|

Chapter 5 | Subtle Conscience |2.5k words|

Chapter 6

Chapter ???

~ Side Content...

Started: January/28/2024 Finished: ???

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saidrabbles · 2 years

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exhibition

pairing: lee soo hyuk x reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

it was a sunny day, the sunlight urged you to leave the house. you decided to take this opportunity to go out, since you're always at home or the studio, working. you decided to go the newest exhibition, showcasing one of your favorite artists' work.

"(y/n) !!!" you heard someone screaming your name. you look to the side, and see a tiny figure running towards you with open arms. as he comes closer, his face becomes clear. it was soon-young, a member of the k-pop group seventeen, but to you, he's a close friend.

"youngii !!" you gasped in surprise as he engulfs you in a warm hug. you pull away, both smiling at each other. "what brings you here?" he asks you excitedly. "alone, at that" he ponders.

"i gave myself a day-off, and i wanted to spend it by myself, gathering my thoughts" you laughed at his attentive expression. but then you realize a tall, built yet slim figure, standing beside him. you hadn't noticed him when soon-young was causing a commotion running towards you.

soon-young turns to look at what youre looking, and he remembers his friend that he came with. you knew well who he was, but you were surprised to see him with soon-young. "a-ahh !! i got carried away and forgot to introduce you to one another" he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

you smiled awkwardly, feeling embarrassed that you had been blabbering away together to notice him. but what you didn't know, was that he had his eyes on you the moment he saw you. he was in awe, too immersed in his thoughts to bring attention to his existence.

he knew who you were, as you were a famous artist in the music industry, taking the nation's hearts and love. he had heard about your beauty but he had to admit, the photos don't do you justice. you were absolutely breathtaking in real life, with a very charming aura surrounding you.

"hello, im lee soo-hyuk" he extended his hand first. "im a fan of your music." you were taken aback. you had no idea that he liked your music, let alone listen to it. you felt your heart flutter at his compliment. "(y/n)" you put your hands in his slowly, feeling his soft yet rough hands. "i'm a fan of your works as well." you smiled at him.

he felt his heart warm up when he knew that you were aware of who he is, and even seen his work. he gently squeezed your hand, making your heart flutter yet again. he was smiling tenderly at you. your hands seemed to linger, holding one another. you had to let go, before it got weird.

soon-young was eyeing the pair, a knowing look on his face. he smiled deviously. you both slowly pulled your hands away from one another, feeling the cold air hit your warmed hands. "im going to take a look at that piece over there, there's quite the walk so the both of you can wait here !" soon-young broke the silence. "im going to take a few pics though, so it'll be quite the wait... you can wait for me at a nearby cafe"

you looked at him, panic visible in your eyes. he's leaving you alone with soohyuk??? you felt like you were going to explode. "i saw a quiet café at the other side of the street" you laughed as you caught on his plan. "you don't happen to know the location as well, do you?" you teased. "actually, i do" you burst into laughter. he was truly unbelievable. soohyuk found himself laughing at soon-young's plan as well, he had to admit, he's so precious.

you and soohyuk gave up and made your way to the café. you both knew how stubborn soon-young can be, and you weren't complaining. you both felt attracted to one another, you wanted to know more. you found a more private table in the café, to avoid fans and paparazzi. soohyuk ordered tea, while you ordered an iced latte.

you were thankful that soohyuk was patient with you. being shy in nature, you took time to open up to others and he understood. you eventually started talking more, and you were surprised to know how many things you had in common. soohyuk found himself wanting more of you. he loved your way of thinking, how you viewed the world, and how well of a listener you were.

he found himself falling helplessly in love with the person sitting across of him, silently wishing that you'd feel the same. you spent hours with one another. the sun had set down, and the nightlife shined on the both of you. it got late, and as much as you disliked it, you decided it's time to go home.

"is it okay with you if i drove you back home?" soohyuk looked at you as you left the café. you gazed into his deep dark brown eyes. "it's quite late, and dangerous to go alone." he insisted. "well, if you don't mind" you smiled at him, and he cheered inside his head. he got to spend more time with you.

it was a fairly silent ride, and you liked the silence, it was a comfortable silence. but you decided to play some music from your playlist. "hey, can i connect my phone to your car?" you turned to him. his side profile is out of this world, you almost gasped. he smiled as he told you on how to connect it.

you played one of your favorite artists, "the weekend" newest album. soohyuk's eyes widened as he immediately recognized the song. "you like him too?" he briefly looked at you, happy that he found one more thing that you both share. "yeah ! this album might be my favorite...it's truly a masterpiece" you continued talking about why you liked his music and this album, and he found his heart melting at your cuteness as you spoke with excitement.

you reach your apartment, and you both feel sad to separate. "thank you, soohyuk-ssi. you truly made my day." you smiled at him. "i could say the same thing, i really enjoyed my time with you." he returned your smile. you hesitantly left the car, because you've been meaning to ask for his number. but you were hesitant.

what if he's just normally nice like this to everyone? then it'll be just embarrassing...how would I know if he's actually interested in me...

you were lost in your thoughts as you walked up the stairs of your building entrance, when you heard your name. "(y/n) !!" you looked back, knowing it was soohyuk. he ran up to you, and stood just a few feet away from you. he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "i was wondering...would you give me your number? i would love to meet up with you again sometime." he nervously looked at you. you stood there dumbfounded. "i thought you'd never ask" you breathed.

he looked at you, clearly feeling happy. you exchanged numbers and he was leaving, for real this time. before he turned to walk away, you stood on your tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek. he felt his cheek embrace a rosy color, feeling his heart beat quicker than it normally would. you smiled at him, feeling nervous yourself, and ran to your apartment.

he stood there, baffled as he put his hand on his cheek. it was warm, where you kissed him. he knew that you're becoming someone special to him, and he loved everything about you. he looked at your figure as it got smaller, and smiled.

"i think i owe that jerk alot, probably alot more than i can imagine."

a/n: i've been missing soohyuk so much after tomorrow ended, and when he posted today, i felt breathless when i saw his blurry selfie <3 i was having a writers block but he just inspired me to write this so i think im back ! <33

(haven't proofread)

#drabbles #imagines #scenarios #writing #fanfic #oneshots #tomorrowkdrama #lee soo hyuk #lee soo hyuk x reader #parkjonggil #kactorimagine #kactorscenarios #kactor

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writeformesinpie · 3 years

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The Lift

Seo Moon Jo x Fem!Reader

Lee Dong Wook x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 3.3k

Genre - Yandere

Summary -

You're stuck in the elevator with a stranger. You don’t like tight spaces. You don’t like the dark. Vulnerable and scared, you find comfort in his words and his embrace, but you soon realise that it’s not the dark you should fear but those that lurk within it.

Warnings -

18+ and PLEASE heed these warnings:

Implied dubcon / sexual content. Choking, claustrophobia.

A/N -

Respect yourself enough to want better in life - it’s just a fantasy :)

Drama Masterlist

The stilettos are a mistake. They were meant to make you feel sexy and confident instead they make you feel unsure and watched. Like a doll on display. A doll that’s very likely to tumble and fall at any moment. What a stupid invention.

Tapping your foot, you press the small button again, waiting for the triangle pointing down to light up. There are two men to the right giving you a side glance. They must not realize how loud they are - or they just don’t care - as you overhear their entire conversation about the difference between a whore and a slut in antiquated terms.

“Finally,” you mutter as two doors open. The door closest to the obnoxious men has three additional men waiting within while the one to your left is occupied with just one. The two men walk into the elevator directly in front of them. Taking a moment to look at them both, you're not really sure why the two elevators opened at the same time, especially since no one is exiting. You decide to take your chances with the other, less occupied one.

Nodding at the man, you step inside before turning. Your fingers hover over the button for the basement car park before dropping back to your side. It's already lit. Basement lift for two then.

While the silence is expected, the pit of your gut falling with each floor you travel down is not. You don’t consider yourself superstitious, but the way your hair is poised as if it's ready to pounce and abandon ship has you a little on edge.

It’s your turn to make a side glance. He’s tall, but that’s not why you're drawn to him. It’s his presence. His aura. He’s otherworldly. He feels like nothing you have ever experienced or seen before. His mere presence has you biting the cuticle of your index finger as you wait impatiently for this ride to end.

He notices you staring, a small smile forming on his lips, before you look away, your eyes now staring up at the numbers counting down at a leisurely pace. He’s attractive, but something about him screams dangerous and you really do wish the elevator would hurry up so you can be done with this strange basement jaunt. Closing your eyes you imagine walking to your car and driving to the toll gate before the feeling of fresh air hits your face and you are free.

Instead you open your eyes to find the elevator's electronic screen reads '17' and you could have sworn it was less than that before. You sigh, risking a glance back over your left shoulder. Your eyes widen before you look back to the front of the lift.

He’s still staring at you with that small smile on his face, as if he hasn’t moved the entire time since you last looked. You’re not sure if you should be worried. The reasonable explanation is that he saw your head starting to turn and he smiled in preparation of your eyes meeting.

Yes, that must be it.

Although how could that be it when you didn’t move your head? He somehow sensed your eye movement?

Right as you are about to turn to look at him, your body jerks forward. The elevator lurches to a stop, the number above the buttons frozen on 13. Terrific. Because of course the hellevator will stop on the 13th floor.

“Is it stuck?” You say out loud while pushing the open and close buttons repeatedly with your middle and index fingers before spinning around.

“We should use the call button and let them know.”

His words, although soft spoken, are clear and firm as he motions towards the control panel. You look at it, scanning desperately over the buttons. There is no button that says call. What is he talking about? Where is the escape button? The help button? The 'I’m fucked down here, can anyone hear me' button?

He points to the button with the telephone image. “That one.”

“Thanks,” you mumble and hold the button down, embarrassed at how long it took you to find such an obvious thing. Stupid button should be bigger. It should be at the top. It should be more accessible.

“Yes, hello, we are stuck." You explain the situation to the disinterested lady on the other end.

“Stuck, huh?”

“Yeah.” You shake your head and, turning back, he gives you a slight shrug.

“Are you alone?”

“There’s two of us here.”

“Do you both live in the building?”

“I don’t know, we don’t-”

“I live here.” A faint aroma of cedar and ginger drift over as he leans closer to you to be heard by the attendant across the static-filled connection. “Seo Moon Jo.”

“Oh. Mr. Seo. I’ll alert the maintenance team. It shouldn’t take long.”

“Thank you,” he says, nodding at you before withdrawing from your space, leaving behind a hint of musk in his wake.

“Can they not see us?” You ask after a few moments of silence. “I thought for sure a place like this would have cameras in the elevator.”

“They do. Pretty sure they mostly just keep the recordings for emergencies.”

“Emergencies?”

“You know,” he says, this time his teeth peek out as he smiles. “If someone was attacked, or something.”

“Something,” you whisper. “I hope it doesn’t take long. I don’t like being in confined, closed-off places. Tiny little spaces with nowhere to run. Tight spaces in creepy places with no escape.”

“That’s unfortunate.” He leans back against the wall with a leisurely smile. “We could be here awhile.”

Shuffling back and forth on the tips of your toes in an attempt to avoid pressure on your aching heels, you ask, “So you live here?”

“You could say that,” he says, running a hand through his shoulder length black locks. “It’s one of my buildings. But I like to consider myself as a creator of sorts. I assemble, disassemble and recreate.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Why are you here?”

“Oh.” Trying to ignore the heat fanning across your cheeks you mumble, “I was visiting a friend.”

“Ah, a call girl?”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, am I wrong?” His eyes glide over your body, the tight silky red fabric that covers your intimates but not much else. The quirk of his eyebrow is an assault. This rich bastard thinks he’s got you all figured out.

“Yes. You’re wrong.” The heat is spreading to your ears and the back of your neck. Trying to stay calm, you look back to the front of the elevator. The little 13 is blinking now, taunting, adding to your current torment. “I’m glad I don’t live here.”

“I doubt you could afford it. Not on a call girl's salary.”

“I’m not!” You spin on your heels to face him before flinching back, pain radiating up your body. Squatting down, your fingers dig into your right ankle as you wait for the pain to pass. These shoes are the literal devil.

The pain starts to elevate. Your hands rest on your knees as you dare to take a peek up at the pretentious prick who hasn’t uttered a word.

His eyes are on you, his head cocked to the side, making you feel like a lab rat on display. He doesn’t make a move to help you up, his body pressing against the cool mirrors crowding around you. He’s not doing anything. He doesn’t have to. You feel so small on the ground.

“What?” You ask while untying the straps of your heels, slipping them off to reveal a popped blister. Usually you would have a mini first aid kit in your bag, but the tiny handheld purse you brought instead just ‘popped’ with this outfit. You just had to wear it. You groan inwardly before pulling yourself up and looking over at Mr. Seo “You have something you want to say?”

“Not really.”

Is this guy for real?

Holding the red heels with two fingers you turn back to the front in an attempt to avoid having to deal with him, learning quickly that staying on the balls of your feet is the least painful way to stand. You really want to sit down, but with how tight your dress is you decide against it. You try to ignore the awkward silence building to a deafening height, crawling around you like a boa constrictor, leeching the very air from the room.

“Have you ever been stuck in an elevator before?” His voice invades the quiet area, vibrating off the walls as if you are both at the bottom of a deep well. It’s soft yet strong enough to pierce through your conflicting thoughts, the kind of voice that commands attention.

“When I was young. I don’t really remember it.”

“Probably blocked it out.”

“Why do you say that?” You turn to face him, your free hand on your hip while a frowns crawls across your face.

“You don’t like small spaces. It was probably pretty traumatic for a child.”

“I guess,” you say before sighing and pressing the open button a few more times. “How long do you think this will take?”

“I’m sure it won’t be long.”

A loud buzzing sound interrupts the conversation before the elevator is plunged into darkness causing a squeal of alarm to exit your quivering lips. The elevator makes another buzzing sound then the room turns a shade of red. The lights flicker a few more times before ascending into darkness once more. After several moments you realize the lights aren’t coming back on.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you say, loosening your grip on the heels, jumping at the sound of them thudding against the floor. “Are you still there?”

“Where else would I be?”

You don’t bother to respond, his voice bringing more comfort than you were expecting.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course,” you answer, placing your hands flush against the wall behind you. “Do you think the whole building lost power?”

“Unlikely. The building has backups. In fact, the elevator should too. I wonder if it has something to do with it being stuck. I’ll have to get a technician to look into it.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable. Wouldn’t want to upset the tenants.” It comes out callous. Maybe you mean it, maybe you’re just scared after a horrendous morning. Maybe you don’t really care about the people who live in this building when they are safe in their fancy apartments and you are stuck in the lift of doom.

“I’m sorry this is happening. It’s an error in the design.”

The words take a moment to sink in. He’s trying to calm you down. He’s being kind. “You can’t help it if the power goes out.”

You hear him hum before the elevator buzzes, lighting up red again, and you see his face. His eyes are on your own. The lift plunges into darkness once more. Right as you are about to laugh it off, you lurch forward, propelled by the sudden drop of the elevator.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim, hurtling across the room, you fling yourself against him, one hand on his arm, the other clawing at his side, both hands crumpling up the soft material of his suit. “Is it falling?!”

“It’s okay,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, his hand patting the back of your head. “They are just working on getting the elevator opened so we can get out.”

“We’re going to die in this elevator.”

“No, we won’t. Take a few deep breaths. You're okay.” He curls his other arm around your waist, his other still occupied with your hair, pulling you into his chest. He’s warm. You relax, melting into him, his breath whispering across your bare neck. “Take a moment. Breathe. In and out.”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I got you.”

“You won’t let anything bad happen to me?”

“Never.”

Peeking your head up, the darkness coupled with his strong embrace that surrounds you makes you feel brave and you reach up to touch his face. When he doesn’t halt your movement, you continue to trace your fingertips across his features, lingering on his mouth, on his full lips.

He captures your hand in a swift motion before pulling you up, his breath against your lips. He’s still. He’s waiting for you. Winding your free hand around his neck you run your tongue along his lips before kissing him, soft at first, savoring his taste. He releases your hand and you pull him closer, biting his bottom lip and then deepening the kiss. Your tongues greet one another, turning into an intricate dance for two until you feel dizzy, the shared breath not enough to sustain you.

Pulling back, you pant softly. Running a trail of kisses along his jaw that leads right up to his ear, you nibble on his lobe before pushing him back against the wall. Your hand finds his hard cock tight against his suit pants. He’s excited. So are you.

Running your hands over his body, you moan, desperate for comfort, for the distraction. You want to be distracted. You want to be touched. You want him.

“Is it wrong that I want you to fuck me right now?” You whisper the words against his collarbone as you lick the dips and curves, the salt from his skin on your lips.

“Is it wrong to listen to your desires? The compulsion from within? It’s a part of the flesh. It’s in our DNA, a part of our very flesh and bones,” he says, his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you back to his lips.

You suck on his tongue, only half listening, before pulling away to ask, “So you won’t stop me?”

“Why would I stop you? It’s our purpose - it’s like destiny.”

His hands roam over your body before slipping under your dress, one of his hands holds your head in place as his tongue entices your lips open. The other hand captures your entire attention as it snakes its way up your dress, his fingers gentle against your lips. Swirling back and forth, he takes his time to touch every inch of your flesh, the barrier of your panties making the moment intimate. The lack of skin to skin contact. The way he teases your clit as if he was the one who made the manual for your body. Every movement makes you pant for more.

Huh. Wait a second. Back it up. What did he say?

You try to recall his words but only a general sense of what he was saying comes to your mind, the intensity of his words lost as he hikes you up against him, your legs dangling as he pins you against the wall.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

“You can’t see me,” you murmur against his lips, your hips grinding against his cock.

“I remember what you looked like before the lights went out,” he says, a chuckle tickling his throat.

Slipping your hands under the soft jacket, you free him of the material, it now lost to the darkness. His fingers trail along the rim of your dress, the anticipation building, before bunching it up along your waist. Contorting your body, your hands find his belt. Releasing the buckle with a snap, you whip the leather free from the loops one by one.

“I’ve waited for this for so long.” His fingers curl around your throat as he whispers your name, his breath tickling your neck before he nibbles on the shell of your ear. The air slows. The beating of your heart pulses from the friction of his cock against your panties. You’re not sure how your pulse ended up there, throbbing against your pussy, but now it’s an itch that needs to be scratched.

Hitched breaths come out like sobs from your moist lips. With your eyes cemented on his, you trace your fingertips down his chest. Popping the button of his pants then the zipper, a grin on your lips before you fall back against the wall, legs, though slack, still around his waist as bright flashes light up your vision. Shallow breaths. Your life in his hands. Your pussy wet.

The lights flicker before illuminating the room. The reflective walls reveal your smudged makeup, the imperfections you pretend not to notice on display. His hands are still around your neck and he's wearing a wide grin on his face. It’s terrifying.

Slinking back, with what might be your last breath, you push your fists against his chest. He releases you, helping you pull your dress back into place. Gulping precious air, you’re about to thank him when you realize something.

“How do you know my name?”

“Sorry?” He quirks his brow, his disinterested eyes boring down on you, his soft pants matching your own. His eyes hold a mystery that you’re not sure you want to unleash. Yet how can you stop now?

“You said my name. I never told you my name.”

“You didn’t?” He asks, holding the innocent look for another moment before a smile lights up his face, spreading quickly until it reaches across from sparkling eyes to gleaming teeth. “Oops.”

Gulping, you reach for the call button but before you’re half way he picks you up. The limited air from your recovering lungs gushes out as you hit the wall. One of his hands holds you up by the throat, level to his face, the fingers of his other hand outline your lips. Flinging your legs uselessly, you dig your fingernails into the hand stifling your air flow but to no avail, his face an unmoving mask and his body a statue.

“Please,” you sputter out, the lack of air no longer a turn on.

“I didn’t want to meet like this. I wanted this to be special but you’re like a bitch in heat.”

He releases his grip, letting you almost crumble to the floor. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips before turning your body away, your distorted features captured perfectly in the mirror now warped from the weight of your body. Wild eyes stare back at you. As you realize they are your own, his hand tangles in your hair and pulls you back to look at him.

“Let me go.” The words gurgle over the bulge of your throat, hissing through your teeth.

“You didn’t want to stop before,” he says, his tongue exploring your neck. He loosens his grip, allowing you to breathe while digging his teeth into the crook of your neck, ignoring your cry of pain. “You coiled around me like a snake devouring its prey.”

“That was before I realized you’re a fucking creep,” you spit the words, struggling against him. “Let me go before the goddamn doors open.”

“Before the doors open?” He chuckles, pinning your hands behind your back with one hand and hitching your dress up with the other. “The doors aren’t going to open until I tell them to open.”

“What?”

“Such a pretty face,” he hums, tugging on your panties.

Bucking your body back and forth, you attempt to get out of his grasp, but just as you free yourself his hands twist around your neck. Tight. Too tight. His grip keeps fastening around your flesh until you begin to see spots.

“Why are you fighting? You want me just as much as I want you.” Releasing you before you pass out his hand instead slithers into your underwear brushing over your clit, entering your folds with ease. “Look how wet you are. You are practically dripping for me.”

“Get your hand off me, you fucking perv!”

“I’m going to have to wash that pretty mouth out with cum.” In one swift movement he pulls his hand back, spins you around and pushes you to the floor.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Pushing yourself back, you shake your head back and forth before you're pushed firm against the wall, your knees scratching against the unforgiving surface, as you try to prolong the inevitable.

“Be a good girl,” he says, caressing the side of your face. “You’ll suffer if you bite, beautiful.”

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