#nct medical au

[neopuppy]

Pretzel (M)

pairing. alpha jeno x female omega reader

genre. non-traditional a/b/o AU, and they were roommates, pw-barely any-p, M/F, one shot

warnings. profanity, gamer Jeno, mild e2l, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 8k+

now playing. pretzel//nct dream

smut warnings. unprotected sex, heat sex, masturbation, oral, possessiveness, choking, biting, degradation/praise, knotting, wet messy slicked up filth

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Today is going to be a good day, because today you woke up with renewed motivation despite another restless night.

Your apartment is the perfect walking distance from work. Utilities are included in the rent, there’s an adorable bakery across the street that serves the best almond croissants, and the balcony has an amazing view of the mountains.

Not to mention rent was more than within your budget.

Nothing can ever actually be perfect though, your roommate reminds you as he steps out of his bedroom reeking of pungent Alpha scent, shooting you a wink on the way to the bathroom.

“Morning, Omega.”

Your apartment is perfect, other than one insufferable factor.

Jeno Lee moved in last week after your landlord had promised you ‘no issue’ of housing you with another Omega. No issue until it became an issue, that is.

‘You said Alphas aren’t permitted on this floor!’

Mr. Huang shrugs, blaming his son's lack of diligence. ‘Ah, I give him one task! You kids never listen.’

‘I don’t care! I can’t live with an Alpha!’

‘It will be temporary, okay? Technically he paid the first month’s rent in full along with the entire deposit before you. So unless you want to be out on the street by the end of the day, I suggest you learn to live with it. Besides, it’s not the 1900s anymore, what Omega doesn’t use heat suppressants these days?’

You, of course.

Not that you had reason to divulge your medical history to nothing more than a stranger.

‘How soon can you relocate me?’

‘As soon as another tenant moves out, it’s all yours! I’ll make a note of it right now!’

Mr. Huang, of course, failed to mention the fact that none of his current leases had less than 6 months left to go.

‘Us Alphas get a bad reputation for no reason! Anywho! Jeno seems like a really nice young man!”

“Temporary my ass.” You mutter, picking burnt bits off your breakfast. A really nice young man, or the bane of your existence.

Jeno, your new roommate who makes zero effort to shut the bathroom door before dropping his towel, leaving every inch of skin visible for your puffy half-awake eyes to take in.

Jeno, your new roommate who smirks without breaking his gaze while shutting the door enough for the latch to somehow never lock.

Jeno, your new roommate who has no qualms about how loud his moans bounce off the tile shower walls.

Jeno, your new roommate who strolls through the living room still dripping wet, scrubbing his hair dry aimlessly on his way to the kitchen to sit across from you and take a bite of your uneaten toast while scrolling through his phone, occasionally nudging into your shoulder to point out something he finds hilarious.

Jeno, your new roommate who manages to disrupt your peaceful perfection any chance he gets.

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“You don’t get it.”

“What’s not to get? You live with a sexy Alpha, and you’re terminally single. Of course I get it!” Your best friend says, clicking her tongue snarkily. 

“Me being single has nothing to do with this!” You snap back, pacing back and forth through your living room. Occasionally bending to pick up the various scattered belongings your roommate never seems to put away, from different remotes for his numerous consoles to empty snack wrappers. 

“Wait, these are my chips!” You snicker, turning on your heel to storm into the kitchen. “This guy has no respect for me, he thinks I’m an idiot!”

“Oh come on, don’t be ridiculous! He seemed really nice the other day when I dropped you off.”

“You met him for 2 seconds and asked me if he has a girlfriend, you have no right to an opinion.” Shifting your phone between your shoulder and ear, you begin to inspect your cabinet, noticing different items missing.

“I knew it!” You exclaim, glaring before quickly explaining that you need to hang up.

“Jeno! did you eat my ramen again?!?”

Another day of living with an Alpha, and another day full of frustration.

From your toothpaste spilling out because someone continues to lie about using it and never properly closing the tube, to your roommate carrying the faint scent of your favorite body wash combined with his overbearing zesty bergamot Alpha musk. Not to mention the amount of times you’ve noticed your groceries diminishing before you could even touch them.

Jeno has more than just an affinity for your belongings, he either had to be doing this on purpose, to annoy you, or he truly did not comprehend the meaning of ‘invasion of privacy’.

“Jeno!” 

It’s Sunday, the day you both coincidentally always end up staying home. Not that you do go out for much other than for work and to complete errands— something your roommate never fails to mention when taunting you for being a stay-at-home ‘hermit’.

The beginning of your tantrum goes unnoticed, of course, because while every little thing he does manages to itch through your limbs in the most irritating of ways, Jeno could care less. Your presence never fazed him, if anything you only brought amusement to his day the more you’d stomp and reprimand him over minuscule happenings.

“Jeno!” Another shout of his name is the only warning you give before breaking into his bedroom. The crinkled empty packet of ramen gripped tightly in your hold; because why bother throwing out the evidence after eating the last pack? That would mean he gave a shit.

“Jeno! what the fuck is your prob—“

The scent of crushed up lemon hits you first before the familiar bergamot; dripping sticky bitter fruity juice between, staining everything surrounding along the way with acid. It’s more than overwhelming, locking your knees together, melting your feet to the floor, ferociously curling through your gut. 

It’s not Jeno’s usual scent, it’s arousal. His usually annoying scent that clings to every inch of this apartment clouded by raw, depraved, hungry, unmated feral Alpha arousal.

The headphones attached to his head block out the sound of your shrill annoyance, computer screen in front of him displaying a video of a desperate Omega clawing at bed sheets; hurled closer to the camera filming them. Rough thrusts and a fist secured in her hair rip her neck into a painful arch, making the shot of her breasts clapping together much too clear. Tear stained cheeks glow ahead, lifted up by a smile and what you can only assume from reading her lips is ‘More! PLEASE more!’

Jeno grunts from his chest, a loud thwack of skin meeting skin blends with the thick buzz of pleasure filling the four walls you stand awestruck in the middle of, unable to convince yourself to leave and pretend this never happened.

The empty package of ramen drops from your fingers, clutching at your stomach to calm the heat that’s begun to spring, pushing lower the more seconds pass stuck in place; lost to the humid scent of your roommate’s sweat trickling down the side of his face.

Too engulfed with his need to get off, the Alpha has yet to notice you; his profile illuminated by the screen radiating the most light in his dimly lit bedroom. Hems focused, gnawing on his bottom lip with skin folded between his eyebrows, releasing short staggered breaths the faster his forearm jerks. Floppy strands of dark blue hair bounce above his sharp eyebrows, muscular arm rippling beautifully under the shadowed light the more power he exerts.

The deafening obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh draws your gaze lower, choking on a dry inhale at the sight of the tip of his glistening length.  

‘This is an invasion of privacy’ you think, convincing yourself to step back without caution. 

“Ughh, fuck!” Jeno’s voice rings out deep, gravelly and strained as if he’s been edging himself for hours, and maybe he has..

The realization that you’d last seen him this morning on his way to the kitchen flashes across the back of your mind. 

Jeno had paused in his tracks upon spotting you stretched in a split on a yoga mat. Skin tight shorts riding up your bottom, bunched up between your cheeks catching him off guard with his foot stuck mid-air.

‘Uhh..’

Peering over your shoulder, you see his jaws half hung open, his pink lips parted with a lost gaze. ‘What?’

He didn’t respond, continuing to eye from the curve in your stretched foot up to your waist dipping in, unable to neglect a throbbing sensation starting to form inside of his sweats.

‘Jeno!’ You called out annoyed, twisting into another stretch that only arches your back deeper. ‘Do you need something?’

The Alpha straightened up, clearing his throat with a shake of his head before continuing to the kitchen, his hands mindlessly reaching for your half of the cabinet in search of something to munch on; he hadn’t had time to go to the store this week yet, and maybe your food just tastes better than his.

Fuck.

Jeno couldn’t stop himself from sneaking looks over his shoulder, struck by the way you’d gently blot your face free of sweat. The rise and fall of your chest only spurting more thoughts he knows better than to allow himself to have.

It’s been almost a month of this now, of struggling to keep himself collected each time he leaves his room to find you either glaring at him from the kitchen table over a steaming cup of coffee or bent over in some suggestive position. Whether it be with your head buried in a cabinet searching for your favorite ramen bowl that he may or may not have purposely hidden, or your stupid pilates stretches. Those stupid stupid positions you put yourself in, some he had no idea one could even contort themself into.

It wasn’t much at first, Jeno thought sure, yeah, you’re cute. Maybe you’re really cute, especially when you huff and puff around your shared living quarters complaining about your toothpaste again.

It really was a mistake the first time he used it, but the way you bursted into his room screaming about how you pay extra to maintain a pearly white smile tickled him more than it should have. 

Creamy wash dangled from the dispenser of your favorite body wash, the one that blended beautifully with your natural scent and clung to the shower walls even hours after you’d already finished washing up. He swiped it off, dragging the sugary sweet white soap down the center of his chest. A spark of excitement heightened the lower he dragged, easy to imagine you there, taking your time to scrub and rub the bubbly foam over your skin until it felt silky smooth; as silky smooth as your bare arm felt against his bumping into each other in the hallway. Soft enough for an apology to get lost on his lips..

‘Sor—‘ Jeno drifted off, the area you grazed prickling on his arm. A tingle shot up his limb from the slight contact, curling his sock covered toes into the carpet while you glared and cursed him under your breath back on your way inside of your bedroom as if you felt nothing at all.

He tried to stay subtle about it, knowing you threw a fit about getting paired with an Alpha to live with, but it became more difficult with each passing day.

Maybe snatching a pair of your underwear had been a mistake, but as he saw them fall from your freshly dried hamper of laundry he couldn’t deny this must be fate. Not with how soft the cotton material felt against his nose, not with the fresh and airy scent of your wash sticking to his palms. 

Maybe jerking off with a handful of your body wash hadn’t been the best idea, but he couldn’t deny how much easier picturing you on your knees under the showerhead had become, even after cumming on the wall with his face smashed against the foggy tile; sadly watching his need for you swirl it’s way down the drain.

That’s how Jeno found himself once again searching up Omega’s submitting for their Alpha on the heat hub.

Maybe he returned to the search page for roommates fucking during heats and ruts more than once, maybe he never clicked out. Especially from one particular video featuring an Omega with similar features as yours, an added bonus that she too hated her roommate much like you.

“UGH!” Another whined groan snaps you back to reality, stumbling back as Jeno’s hips jump forward, fucking into his fist faster to climax in time with the video playing.

The bend in his neck accompanied with a string of moans shatters your resilience, stepping on your own foot with the other too distracted as you step back. The small shelf near his door meets your elbow and crashes down, pouring out a pile of video games and DVDs noisily; cursing under your breath at your failed attempt to sneak away without notice.

“Shitshitshit!”

“What the fuck?!” Jeno twists fast, too fast, lunging his head back with the headphones still plugged into his computer. He scatters, speedily shoving his length back inside of his sweats with one hand as his other works to shut off the screen. “What the fuck are you doing in here!”

“I—I—“ dropping to your knees, you try to speak. Tongue heavy in your mouth causing you to stutter, aimlessly patting for the door frame to get out. A familiar pang of heat quickly surfaces, screaming for an Alpha to take advantage of you any way they please.

Jeno fumbles to stand, stopping dead in his tracks when it hits him. Stronger than his own scent, the undeniable waft of Omega slick punches through his chest, choking on a deep inhale of your body's release practically begging to be claimed.

“Heat?” He says quietly to himself, jaw slowly falling open watching you try to move away. Crawling backward with your palms on the floor into the hallway. With the little bit of strength you still have, you turn to run on your knees through the hall, coughing against the urge to stay put and let the Alpha in your presence strip you down to nothing. 

Your bedroom door clicks shut just in time to catch sight of Jeno rushing out of his, stampeding over to crash against the door slamming shut in his face.

“You’re in heat??” He asks, sounding it utter awe. Licking across his lips to remoisten them, he’s still too shocked to process everything, groaning with his groin shoved flat to the door to stave off his hunger. The idea that you fell into heat because of him doing more than enough to get him off.

“Aw come on,” Jeno presses closer to the outside of your bedroom door. A smirk evident in his voice as his warm cheek drags against the chilled wood to speak near the small crevice between the frame. “All of this arguing about lack of privacy for weeks and here you are, triggered your heat because you were being a pervert? Naughty naughty.”

“Go away!” You clamber to barricade yourself in even though the doors locked, stuffing a pillow over your face to minimize the pained shriek you let out.

Jeno sighs, softly knocking his forehead against the door. “Promise I’ll be nice if you let me in, it must hurt..” 

“Not in heat.” You croak in anguish, dropping your head back to suppress a cramp spiking between your thighs. 

“Sure baby..” Jeno’s lips tighten, wondering how long it’s been since you last went into heat with an Alpha around; your scent’s dizzying, churning his already aroused brain to nothing but a pile of mush. “Bet it’s been so long since anyone touched you, hmm? you know you can’t get through this alone.”

“I said go away Jeno!” 

The mix of your scents tastes like a drug poured onto your tongue with each struggled breath you take, burying your nose into your pillow harder to keep the Alpha’s more powerful one subdued. It’s impossible with him so close, practically seeping through your walls with each taunting word and delighted laugh he lets out.

“Liked what you saw that much, Omega?” He’s brazen now, fully digesting what this means after weeks of pining for you in secret. Jeno can barely contain a smile, momentarily grateful for the door keeping you divided. “How much did you see, baby?”

He sighs through the door, dragging his knuckles up and down, the sound of it looming above where you crouch and listen. “Did you know I was thinking about you? I always do now. Always think about your soft pretty scent, your tight ass bent over on my bed, teasing me until I stop gaming and fuck the life out of you.”

A gasp collects in your pillow, tightening your legs closer together to stop yourself from squealing as another dollop of slick pours out. The shorts you still had on after finishing your morning workout completely wrecked now. “I know you saw it, you saw everything, didn’t you? Is that what did it for you, baby? Watching me jerk off to another Omega? Did you know I had you on my mind?”

Jeno waits, chewing his bottom lip while picturing your stunned face again; silently absorbing the heavy aroma of slick you left between the hallway walls. “Come on baby, did you know I was thinking about you? Pretending my pretty roommate cried and begged me to go harder, fuck you faster and deeper like some needy Omega bitch in heat..”

Breath lodges in your throat upon his admission, caring less whether it be true or false, he knew exactly what to say to turn your insides upside down. 

“Come on, open the door for Alpha.” 

A minute of silence passes, and you think about it. 

Jeno could help you through your heat, this living situation is temporary anyway. It’s too late to find a clinic to suffer it out at, and your heat wasn’t supposed to hit until next month. You had no time left to prepare, and if your memory serves you right— you need new batteries too.

As much as you try to deny an attraction to your roommate after daily complaints, it’s not as if you have been able to ignore how nervous his presence alone makes you.

Jeno annoys you because you like him, and that’s upset you ever since the day you met.

The tips of your fingers brush around your doorknob, pushing onto your knees with a sniffle into your pillowcase. 

“Go away Jeno,” you say finally, shoving back to curl into a ball as your Omega screams to let him in.

“Fine, suit yourself and suffer in there alone all you want.” He chuckles, tapping up and down your door to create a drum that accompanies his sweet vocals. “I’ll be in my room where you found me, waiting for when you’re ready. Come out, come out whenever you want, Omega.”

Footsteps rain heavily through the corridor, beating against your ear. You sigh defeatedly, returning to press up and listen for the familiar sound of his bedroom door shutting. It takes more than a minute, the Alpha lingering down the hall in wait, expecting you to succumb and claw your way out with your hands positioned ready for prayer and beg for his help.

He sighs quietly, but loud enough to your alert senses, shuffling back to his bedroom with the door shutting but not clicking to lock.

You know he means it, it’s an invitation, precisely as he said to recreate what you caught him watching.

The better part of your conscience commends your ability to stay put and control your natural instinct that craves every inch of the Alphas skin under your tongue, but the devil you ignore clawing at your shoulder chants otherwise.

“Fuck me.” You hiss between grinding teeth, pushing your underwear down for a pinch of relief. The first touch of air-conditioned breeze rustling between your hips aches more than usual. In fact, everything aches more than usual, never once had any heat hit you this hard and left you this aroused before.

This had to be Jeno’s fault. Stupid Alpha leaving his enticing scent everywhere. Stupid Alpha pushing your buttons for weeks until you ended up here on your knees contemplating how much more of this you can take.

Delirium takes over your brain before you can even sweep your fingers between your thighs. Slick aggressively pours down the inside of your legs, sticky and wet down to the pits of your knees making everything all the more uncomfortable. 

Heats had been bearable for the most part, mostly able to handle it yourself, even still showing up to work on your last couple of days with how well you managed to control your Omegas desires and stayed on top of using suppressants.

Jeno just had to show up and fuck up everything for you, with his stupid dark shiny eyes, his stupid attractive smile, and his extra stupid ripped stature that ignited a hint of fear in your gut every time he stood near you, every time his solid flesh so much as rubbed against yours.

As if your Omega could predict your next move, the devil on your shoulder cheered, encouraging you to hurry before ‘our Alpha’ grows more agitated with us.

“Useless.” Banging your head against the wall, you smear a slick painted on your hand across your shirt, shuddering as another pained moan slips out of you.

Silently pleading for forgiveness to no one other than yourself, your last shred of self-restraint evaporates, twisting the knob to collapse out onto the hallway floor. Jeno’s room seems further than ever now as your knees burn to carry you across the expanse of space separating the two of you. The journey down the hall pricks through your bones, cracking and hurting until you finally barge into his bedroom.

The Alphas exactly as you’d found him earlier seated at his computer chair, another video playing on the screen, headphones back on. 

“Alpha..”

A smirk creeps onto his face before looking over to watch you miserably trudge through his room, pathetic with drool already dripping from the corners of your lips.

“Jeno..” Your knees burn and bruise against the floor, slowly crawling deeper in without strength to open the door properly. He fully expected for you to lose control of yourself and find your way back to him, on your knees again as you’d left earlier.

Shifting with his feet paddling against the floor, he swivels side to side waiting until you near close enough to clutch onto his calves, burying your digits along his sweats to hoist yourself higher. “Alpha..”

“You think you deserve anything from me? After I offered you my help so nicely?” Jeno tsks, maintaining an icy expression. Eyes narrowed and jaw locked tight to keep up his cold unforgiving composure even as you pull harder on his sweats to lift yourself between his thighs; even while you drag your face against his upper thigh panting like a thirsty pup. 

“I think you owe me..” he says, sucking in a breath between his teeth, leaning his neck to one side. “How can you expect Alpha to willingly help you after treating me like this?” 

Jeno continues on, pouting when you scratch at his chest. The collar of his shirt dragged down by your grip on the material to pull yourself closer to him. 

“Please, please Alpha, n—need.” You whisper, pressing a wet kiss to his navel that sets a chill of heat down to his groin. The combination of your fierce grip on him and the heat radiating from your fingertips has him fighting to keep calm, slowly allowing his eyelashes to flutter shut as the scent of your prominent thick slick crashes like high-tide waves against his skull.

“What do you need?” Jeno says, lowering his gaze to pan over the distress that’s taken over your beautiful features. 

“Alpha please, please don’t make me..”

The dark glints lining his iris flicker with shards of gold and reds from listening to your groveling, but not enough to break his defiance. “Why should I still be nice? Have you been very nice to me, baby?”

With a clear head you’d probably snicker, bite back and mock him in return, but with heat completely engulfing your body you couldn’t find a care to argue. A coughed wail runs from your throat, stradling the small space left on his lap to wrap around the Alphas broad shoulders and soothe your raging heart with his usual bitter scent that’s ripened, sweet as a bowl of freshly cut fruit; staining your tongue with traces of acidity on a hot summer day. 

Gripping your waist, suckinghe sucks in a breath as he admires the amount of space his large hands are able to cover. Squeezing you tight as the idea of bruises and marks created by his hands showing up on your hips and thighs manifests beyond fantasy. “There there, you know Alpha will take care of you.”

Jeno pinches your chin, having to bite back his lower lip at the way your mouth wobbles; glossy gaze staring back at him pleading to be ruined. “Good Omegas know how to ask for what they need.”

“Jeno!” You whine, sniffling before a tear slips feeling more desperate and humiliated as he grasps your hip with one firm hand to stop you from grinding. “Please! I need you!”

The magic words pour from your lips, returning the Alphas hold to wrap around your waist to drag you closer; rolling his hips up simultaneously to press your bare core against his sweats forming a darkened puddle of slick upon his groin. “Smell so good for me baby, that’s all for me, right?” 

There’s something akin to desperation in the way Jeno’s stares at you while saying your name, pressing the pads of his fingers in your cheeks as he waits for you to speak, to reaffirm that you need him, not just any Alpha but him.

Pawing at his chest, you slowly nod, dipping closer to inhale every bit of him. For a small sliver of his taste to meet your lips. The scent you’ve begun to grow accustomed to feels even more overpowering now, aromatic and lucid inducing; hypnotizing your hips to roll faster for any type of friction against your center. 

Jeno forces your lips into a pout, allowing three breaths to pass between you before closing the small distance with his soft pink pout swallowing yours.

He kisses with equal hunger, nestled between your lips to suck and rub. The end of his tongue finding space inside of your mouth as you let out a gasp of surprise. Jeno’s big hands run down your back, kneading your ass over your shirt on the way to grip your thighs. 

The Alpha effortlessly moves to stand, lifting you with a secured hold around your thighs to set you on an empty space on his desk. Warm hands roam over your body, pushing beneath your shirt to clutch onto your waist again, this time with his digits sinking directly into your flesh. 

“You feel so good, so soft.” Jeno says between breaths, mesmerized by how smooth you feel. His hips rut up between yours, further smearing around the mess of slick coating his sweats. 

Bending lower, Jeno lays you back on his desk, licking the spit that's ended on your chin, rubbing his nose against yours before returning to your parted lips to plunge deep inside of your mouth; tongue gliding along yours. 

“Al-alpha..” moans continuously spew between strokes of his tongue, losing comprehension with another piston of his hips. The Alphas growing bulge presses stiff against your center, rubbing impatiently on your clit. “please, need you, n—need you now”

Jeno grunts, chewing your lips with his hands exploring, from squeezing your thighs and ass to tracing your shape up to your chest. He’s everywhere, mauling your mouth as he grinds harder, massaging your breasts with a strong hold, fingers tweaking your hardened buds. If not for his unrelenting will to not immediately fuck into you, you’d be sure he’s in rut.

“Need you too.” Jeno whimpers, winding the fabric of your t-shirt around your waist as a handle to grip and jam against you harder. “Need to taste you, feel every part of you.”

“Please, y-yes, Alpha please.”

Jeno nods rapidly, breaking into a sweat still fully clothed above you, large and powerful with his demanding empty thrusts that spiral up your chest, craving for more, more of the Alpha to consume you, more more more.

“Can you cum like this?” He asks breathlessly, a hint of whine singing from his throat as he bends to lick up your jaw, trailing up your ear to suck on. “Cum for me baby, wanna taste you.”

“Alpha, n-no—” his pace is unforgiving now, pushing your shirt up to stuff into your mouth muffling your moans. Jeno grunts listening to the nasty wetness between you, slick dripping down between his thighs leaving his sweats soaked. The table under you a complete mess of arousal smearing its way up to your lower back.

“Oh fuck!” With gritted teeth he pulls away to watch your chest heave, hips lifting up in desperate need. A stream of slick pulses out, squirting onto his shirt and the space under you, landing with a loud obscene splash. “Fuckfuckfuck.”

He can’t wait any longer, dropping to his knees quickly, his mouth attaches to your entrance before you can finish. Swallowing and sucking the last spurts of slick, the shock of his tongue dipping in shooting your spine rigid; bowing up into an arch with your feet scrambling to settle on the desk. “Alpha!”

Jeno groans from deep within his chest, his tongue working in and out of your convulsing heat instantly unable to get enough of the slick pouring down his throat. “Do you even know how good you taste?” 

The Alpha growls between slurping slick and licking between your folds, his nose covered with a layer of wetness from dragging up and down your exposed center. The tip of it rolling your clit into a mind-numbing circle as he takes a deep breath, slick filling his nostrils leaving him with hardly any space to breathe.

“Fuckfuck.” Jeno feels out of his mind, days of jerking off to the thought of you all leading to this moment. Ravenous with hunger to swallow you whole, he sucks on your labia folds, alternating the velvety flesh with light nips and pointed licks. Fat stripes of his tongue drag from your rim to your clit, lips pursed around the bundle of nerves to make you shriek.

A repeated chant of ‘so fucking good’ between deep intakes of wet breath sounds between your moans, heated palms squeeze your hips pushing onto the backs of your thighs to lift your lower back from the desk. Jeno stays bent over driving in deeper at this new angle, his tongue pushing in and out stretching your walls purposefully. 

Heat licks through your stomach when the Alpha pushes two digits in alongside his tongue, the stretch torturous as he falls into a fast-paced pump. Long thin fingers scissor way inside of you against the strain his tongue works up to, wiggling in deeper until his jaw hinges and locks. The tension in his muscle eliciting a grunt that fills your insides with toe curling vibrations.

Jeno imagines he could die with his face buried between your thighs, wondering how he went this long without your slick lathered on his tongue. His nose rubs back and forth against your clit the more he attempts to push in, slipping another finger into you. 

“Jeno! I’m—fuck!” You keen, wrinkling between your eyebrows as a shout and another wave of pleasure crashes over you. White heat filled with lust blacks out your senses as climax fully hits, having to reach for chunks of the Alphas hair to yank at between wailing for him to stop.

The Alphas ears feel foggy, clouded with fuzzy cotton and the screams of your pleased moans. He works past your orgasm, tongue gliding out to only focus on your clit, striking it in repeated motion with lick after lick; long fingers gaining momentum as he buries a fourth in and jackhammers another orgasm out of you. 

Your next release hits faster, his arm stiffening to push the tips of his digits against a spongy spot deep inside of you, splaying his other hand under your bellybutton with a harsh suck around your bundle of nerves. 

“Jeno!” 

Screams sound around the room, eyes rolling to the back of your skull with the assault from the Alphas merciless fingers and mouth. Slick rushes out viscously bursting past the digits lodged deep inside of you, coming to a still as he enjoys the stream smacking him across the face. 

“Holy fuck.” Jeno sighs, licking the mess off his lips before dragging out and kissing from over your slit to your entrance, hips twitching up with a whine from the oversensitivity.

“So perfect..” the Alpha mumbles quietly, not loud enough for you to hear over your euphoric daze; still lost in heat and addictive gratification.

He’s quick to strip himself, kicking off the sweats you’ve ruined and coming to stand up straight above you, looming large and broad.

“Never seen a prettier Omega.” He flatters, holding onto your knees to keep you spread open. Another embarrassing wad of slick leaks at the visual of the Alphas built frame hovering above you, his chest defined and abdomen etched in solid muscle, inching closer to your core. “With the prettiest pussy too.”

“Alpha, fuck me already, please!” You preen, squirming in his hold. His praise only does more to heighten your impatience and despair, squirming against the desk impatiently.

“Want me that much hmm? You going to cum that hard on my cock for me too?” Jeno clicks his tongue, sucking a breath between his teeth to lessen his Alphas rage to take you right now. The thought of fucking you for the first time anywhere other than his bed not sitting right with him. Leaning over, he kisses you softly, savoring the pilant moans you share between licks across the seam of your lips. Trailing his tongue inside to twist against yours and pull, drawing your neck and waist to arch up and allow his arms belt around you. 

Surprising you with his strength, he squats to haul you off the table, his bed not far off to lay you flat even with his legs shaking after staying hard for this long. Jeno can feel his last semblance of power disappear as he helps you out of your shirt, fully exposed beneath him with your face hidden and ducked against your shoulder as you flush. Suddenly shy with the Alphas dark glossy gaze taking his sweet time to scan your figure and caress your delicate curves.

“So pretty for your Alpha..” Jeno whispers, completely enraptured. Sleek eyes glazed over as they pass across every inch of skin, tickling down your sides to grab onto your hips again. The hiss you let out lets him know it hurts, bruises surely forming in the shapes of his fingers, an image to revel in until he can properly claim you.

“Alpha, fuck me.. please fuck me.” You whine more feverishly now, reaching to scratch and pinch his waist and meld your bodies closer, his thighs forming more space between your hips to settle his length against your core.

“Do you even understand what you’re begging me to do baby?” Jeno questions, lapping his mouth clean as his palm flattening around your throat. “Begging for Alpha to ruin you.”

“Wa—want you, want you to ruin me.” His grip tightens, snaking your throat with a chokehold when you plead for him to make it hurt, make it hurt good enough to remember. “Pl—please..”

“What if I need everything, what if I need every part of you?” He breathes harshly, hips rolling forward to drag his size between your gushing folds. “Will you give me that? Give me everything.”

“Everything,” tears spring free as your hands reach to wrap around his forearm, trembling head to toe with each pass of the Alphas cock from your navel to your clit, the stimulation pushing your mind deeper into an abyss of heat and desire. “I’m yours.”

Jeno’s throat jumps, cursing under his breath as he litters a path of kisses down your jaw, nipping your chin on his way to your chest. Perfectly straight pearly teeth bury into the pert mound of your breast with a growl, shaking his head to sink deeper into the fleshy meat and leave a mark. “So good, so fucking good.”

Loosening his hold on your neck, he traces upward, nestling the end of his nose along the column of your throat in search of your scent gland. His lungs lock dry and tight as he takes a deep long inhale of the sweet fragrance he’s become infatuated with; nipping at your warm skin, teasing you with the threat of marking you to be his. Threat of taking a chance to easily claim you as his mate. Sharp canines dig in enough to break the skin and leave indentations, staying still for seconds to let your scent flow down and fill his lungs.

Thrill races through your spine, having the Alpha this close to your scent gland. Arching for more movement between your bodies, your nails dig into his sculpted sides scratching down leaving viscous red lines in their wake, encouraging him to leave a mark.

Jeno sucks using more strength, raising blood to the surface on your neck in the pattern of a necklace, one for his hand to latch onto and deepen later.  

“Jeno, c—can’t—” ragged breath lodges between your lungs with his palm returning to constrict your throat, fingers digging into the sides congesting your next inhale. He growls roughly, like shards of glass have ruined his vocal chords. 

“You like that baby?” 

Barely able to nod, your body speaks for you as another glob of slick runs down the Alphas length leaving his balls dripping wet onto the bedding. “Get so wet for me, you get wet like this for anyone else?” 

“You, you Alpha.” You cry, desperately horny enough to say anything he wants at this point. Brought down to nothing but a pile of putty in his ruthless rough hands, willing to hand over your world for him to destroy.

He hums pleased, licking at the sweat blanketing his upper lip and using your throat to push his shoulders up, gawking in awe at the area you’ve drenched between your lower halves. Slick coats his thighs, abdomen shining under soft light reflecting off of him, the bed topper beneath you ruined. “You like me that much?”

He kisses at the backs of his teeth, rutting between your folds without control, losing his breath as he watches the tip of his size reach past your twitching navel with each swipe up. “Fuck, you gonna be good for me? Be a good Omega for Alpha and take it all?”

“Yesyesyes! Be so good, anything—” you blubber, coughing with your thighs clenched around his hips to lure him in. Hands scrabble on his wrist and forearm to loosen his hold on your neck, wheezing for air. “So good for you Alpha, a—anything.”

Jeno grabs a hold of his length, gripping snuggly around the base to calm himself, leisurely dragging his tip between your folds. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

The thick aroused scent emitting off of you only grows heavier with his murmured flattery, a fresh dollop of slick bubbling out and drenching Jeno’s heavy sack. Tears cling to your eyelashes, a watery plead to be fucked echoes out, blurring past the Alphas ears when another waft of your scent spins his head into an alternate universe; mindlessly dipping the tip of his cock past your tight entrance.

“W—want you inside,” you say, fluttering your eyes shut nervously. “Want all of you inside Alpha, wanna be full of your pups.”

Jeno’s chest tightens, grinding his teeth as he inches deeper into your heat. The wet warmth makes the room spin, compressing his lungs in a way that brings him closer to what can only be described as death, and he knows he’s fucked. He’ll never be able to get enough of you after this.

“Feel you s—so deep,” you stammer, sliding a palm down to your navel to rest against the skin that’s begun to distend as the Alpha stills, head drooping between his shoulders to lower his uncontrollable moans. “Wanna feel your cum.. drip out of me.”

Jeno can’t stop himself from shouting, cursing under his breath while throwing back his head. Wet walls clamp around his size, the pressure shooting through his balls to fuck you with a renewed feral urgency. 

Shifting back, the Alpha gazes down between your bodies where you connect, jaw hung loose mesmerized by your cunt refusing to release him. Your walls squeezing, milking his length to your content until he finally sees the tip only to ram forward and fall into a brutal pace.

Hunching forward he bounces you deeper against the bed, exactly where he’d always planned to have his way with you. Fuck you until you cry and beg exactly as you are now. The nonsense and pleasured sounds dripping off your tongue playing like a tune to the rapid volume of flesh meeting flesh. Sharp hips barrel against your thighs, meeting fierce enough to leave bruises in their aftermath. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” Jeno whimpers, pushing his mouth against yours, melting into a messy kiss that’s more drool than lips meeting. Teeth clink together, swallowing shared breaths between failed attempts of locking lips. “How are you this perfect for me?”

The Alphas hands cup under your ass, groping to lift your bottom up and meet his furious speed. Tingles explode throughout your limbs from his praises, searching for refuge in his shoulder to hide the undeniable burn racing across your cheeks.

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” Jeno commands, pressing his nose against your cheek. “My pretty Omega.”

Raspy sweet vocals sing everything you need to hear right now, the constant mine mine mine twisting up your gut. The Alphas thick length works fast, thrusting into you at a spine-breaking pace, lifting your waist up to arch.

“Pl—please, please,” you croak, biting down on Jeno’s shoulder as a blood curdling scream tears through your chest. His cock catches on your entrance with each pull out, wrapping your legs tighter to lock your ankles around his lower back.

“What are you begging for?” the Alpha mouths at your jaw, nipping and licking sweat off your cheek. 

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” 

Jeno can’t believe what a slut his roommate is, already fucked stupid and still demanding more. Moving to slide his arms under your back, he sets a violent pace. The scream you let out scratching your vocal chords up, urging him to fuck you faster. Fuck you until your heat breaks.

“Yesyesyes! Alpha!”

“God,” he gasps, disoriented. Disbelief of how well you take it rocking his brain side to side. Taking it like you belong to him already. “Made for me, aren’t you baby?” 

He’s fucking into you even faster, harder, every inch meticulously dragging inside of you. The room humid and hot with a combined heat building off your bodies, skin beating against yours all sweaty, sticky, covered in slick.

“Fuck baby, how are you still so f-fucking tight.” Jeno preens, his voice cracking the more you clench around. “Feel too good, feel too damn good..”

Planting you with another sloppy kiss, he straightens back to push your thighs against to chest. Weighing more on your air passage as his hips drop faster, knees bracketed around your distraught face adding to how delirious and lost you feel.

“Al—alpha.. br—..” with a lifeless sigh, you crumble. Angled perfectly to watch his length bury in and out of you. The thick size of his girth spreading your cunt open more than you’ve ever seen, breaking you to never need anyone else. No one would ever come close. “Breed me.”

Jeno’s eyes snap open, his hands squeezing roughly along the backs of your legs. He can’t stop now, not with how you gaze up at him like he’s a God. The hazy stare you focus on him, admiring the man above you so full of list, sending him toppling over the edge. 

Tears, drool, and sweat spill past your lips, huffing empty breathless cries. The Alphas cock burying into you to the brim protruding your stomach out again. His massive size rearranging your insides, erasing the last shred of sanity you had with another roll of his hips.

Incoherent noises break from your parched throat, the most painful and satisfying orgasm ripping through your body, strong enough to leave you feeling brainless. Eyes rolled back as your lower half jerks, squirting aggressively enough for Jeno to nearly break into tears as he stays rooted inside of you against the pressure trying to rip past his length and push him out of the way.

“God damn..”

He fucks you through it, dragging your limp body higher up the bed as he races to completion. A gutted growl slices through the thick air around you, his knot expanding as hot white ropes painting your insides. Teeth gritted as he leans down and lays a pathway of kisses up your chest, licking over your scent gland again, more desperate to bite and have you as his mate.

The Alphas knot continues to stretch you open and grown, instinctively lulling another weak orgasm out of you the more your tight muscle pulls around him. Locked together with half-lidded eyes lazily taking in the afterglow painted over your expressions, the heat subdues enough to at least feel half-awake and process reality for the moment.

“Thank you..”

Jeno smiles, adjusting his arms to loop around your waist and position you both more comfortably on your sides until his knot deflates. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because..” you mumble, tucking in your chin to hide as warmth rushes to your cheeks. “..I wanna be good for you..”

His cock pulsates watching your expression shift to a demure innocent one, stifling a groan by biting on his lip. He nudges your forehead with his nose, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You are the best for me.”

Jeno’s affirmations reach deep with your heat feeding off the Alphas energy, the ache between your thighs stinging again, punching through your gut. Tightening around his length as he slims down to a normal size.

“Alpha..”

“My baby needs more already?” He smiles softly, pecking away the pout you give him as he maneuvers to slowly pull out of you.

“Come on, present yourself, show me how much you want it. Show me how good you can be for your Alpha.” Jeno says with a hint of cockiness laced through his tone. Slapping your hip enough to sting and have you lazily turning over, hissing as your knees drag on the wet bedding; lowering your chest to shove your ass out with a defined arch in your spine. 

He can’t believe how wrecked your cunt looks already, swollen and coated in his seed. His fingers smear the mess of your mixture up to push more inside of your hole, drawing sad little whines out. “Perfect Omega for me. Mine.”

Sniffling, you nod, swaying your hips for more even if you feel ready to pass out. “Yours.”

The Alpha sits up on his knees, slapping the underside of his length against your rim and slit creating filthy sounds of wetness around you. His cock coats in the remnants of his release and slick that won’t stop flowing out of you. “Fill you up with my pups, like my good Omega deserves.” 

Sheathing back in, he lets out a guttural groan, eyes rolling back as blunt nails dig into your sides. His cock throbs against your swelled walls, wasting no time to fuck and breed you full of cum again and again. The reminder that you belong to him now never failing to sing from his lips release after release with his hands tangled in yours. 

“Mine, meant to be mine.”

The Alphas aroma shifts the air around you before he can settle back into bed, humming as he plops back onto the space next to you.

“You’re not going to believe this but..” Jeno laughs bitterly, nuzzled against your side with his phone in hand. “Mr. Huang emailed about an eviction on the Alpha floor..”

“Hmm? Eviction?” You question lazily. Still drowsy with your nose buried in Jeno’s pillow to quell your heat for a moment.

“Yeah.. looks like I can move out by next week..” he trails off mournfully, clearing his throat as he locks his phone.

“Move out?? What?” those words are enough to have you shooting up to sit, hissing from the way your entire body stings. “Wht?!”

“Uhm, because you want me to move out?” Sitting up on his elbows, he cocks an eyebrow, the one he recently put a slit in that you absolutely hate(love). “Weren’t you just ranting to your friend about how insufferable and disrespectful I am?”

“See, eavesdropping is disrespectful,” rolling your eyes, you lightly smack his tight stomach, returning to cuddle into the Alphas pillow. An instant blanket of calm wraps around your limbs with one inhale as his trademark scent consumes your senses. “Do you want to move?”

“Not really..” Jeno admits, laying back down to meet you at eve-level. “I doubt a new roommate would buy the same great snacks and ramen you always manage to find.”

“Do you see how you’re insufferable?” You tut, rolling your eyes playfully. 

“As long as you’re willing to live with me.. I’d like to stay.” He smiles genuinely, draping an arm around your waist to press closer. “..and maybe see where this goes..”

“This?”

“Us.”

“..when’s your next rut?” 

Jeno cracks into a wide smile at that, tickling up your back to make you curl into yourself and expose your throat for him to kiss and lick.

He may or may not have made all of that up, who knows really. It’s not as if he doesn’t proudly carry the title of being your insufferable Alpha roommate without good reason.

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[jaelvr]

Jackass

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Requested : yes ( by @poporoozzz )

Prompts ; 95.  “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!”  + 98.  “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you.”

Pairing : racer! mark x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 580

Warnings : mutual feelings, friends to lovers, racer au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

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Pain. All you felt was pain as you sat up, a groan escaping your lips as you sat up, rubbing your head. "Don't just stand there!" you heard a distant voice yell, the person getting closer as he pushed through the crowd, the urgency clear. He crouched down next to you, eyes full of concern as he saw the haziness behind them. "Hey..." he murmured, gently cupping your face while you blinked, trying to sort out your blurry vision. Mark let out a soft curse as he noticed the blood in your hair, your head injured somewhere due to the crash. One of the other teams had purposely sabotaged your race, the cowards instantly fleeing the scene once they saw the severity of the crash.

Mark wasted no time in pulling the jacket from across his waist, gently pressing it to your head to try and stop the bleeding before he picked you up bridal style. The pair of you had your arguments and disagreements, but he would never just stand by and watch like your teammates who were too afraid to step in and help despite your condition. “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!” He murmured, trying to assure not only you but himself as he carefully manoeuvred through the crowd, trying to get you to medics as soon as he could. There was a new vulnerability in his voice - something you'd never heard before. He was mostly cold, occasionally soft - but never this vulnerable with anyone, let alone you.

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Stretching, you sat up, looking around as you took in the hospital room. A gentle smile settled on your face as you looked to your side, seeing the familiar tuft of red hair, his head in his arms, resting as he slept on the bedside table. "Lee." you whispered softly, waiting for a reaction. Nothing. "Mark.." you called, getting slight movement from him. He let out a groan before nuzzling into his arms, a soft wince escaping him as he moved his stiff back. "Hey.." you called, chuckling softly as he looked up, his hair slightly messy and his sleepy expression. He blinked a few times, battling the smile that was desperately trying to make its way onto his face as he registered it was you. "Glad to see you're okay. It was a nasty crash you had." he murmured, letting out a yawn, accepting your invitation and sitting next to you on the bed, a lot comfier than the wooden chair he'd been sitting in for the past couple of hours.

"Thank you for helping, even though we..don't exactly get along." you hummed, earning a grin and a raised eyebrow from him. "We don't get along?" he asked, looking at you in amusement and chuckling. "...You hate me, don't you? That's like your whole thing? That I'm a jackass?" you asked, slightly confused. Mark chuckled, smirking as he noticed your pink cheeks when he'd put his arm around you. “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you.” he winked, smugly looking at your flustered face. "..besides, you're more tolerable now." he teased, grinning as he earned a laugh from you, gently kissing the top of his head. "I know you love me." he whispered, a playful glint in his eye as you didn't deny it, simply nuzzling into him.

"What do you say about me and you on a date once you're healed?"

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[tonicandjins]

find your way back home | lee donghyuck — teaser

pairing: lee donghyuck | haechan x reader

word count: approximately 25-28k

genre: fluff, some smut, ANGST and nostalgia lots of it, basically a hannah montana the movie AU

warnings: smut, drinking, will talk about insomnia and depression

synopsis: nct’s haechan gets into a scandal after a night of drinking his ass off in hongdae, which prompts the management to put him in an indefinite hiatus. and it’s not like it’s the first time, because over the past months, haechan’s drinking problem had gone worse. hence, his parents send him back to jeju island for some healing time because his therapist thinks that maybe some time home would help. haechan laughs at the thought. if medication can’t, what can jeju island do? besides, he hasn’t been there in literal years.

excerpt:

“Please tell me this isn’t real.”

Mark Lee is only twenty-three, but with how his forehead’s skin is wrinkling, he might as well invest in several sessions of botox shots. He’s holding his phone up to Haechan’s face, as if bringing the device closer to the younger’s eyes would deny the article that Dispatch uploaded at five in the fucking morning.

“I didn’t sleep with her,” Haechan denies, voice bored, tired. A shot of vodka would help now. Mark is making his head hurt, worse than the stupid hangover from drinking his ass off in Hongdae last night. “We might have done other things, but I didn’t sleep with her.”

Mark lets out a groan of frustration, throwing his phone towards Haechan, the device barely missing his face and landing on the carpeted floor. Haechan doesn’t even flinch even though it almost hit him.

“Haechan, what the fuck is going on, man?” Mark asks, demands to know what really is going on with his best friend, or whoever he’s speaking with now. “You know SM is going to kill you, right?”

Haechan shrugs. “What are they gonna do? Fire me?”

“You know they can!” Mark shouts, walking back and forth while Haechan remains seated on the couch, unbothered. “You’ve seen it happen! To many groups and many idols in the agency. You think you’re big time, huh? That just because you’re essential in both units, they wouldn’t send you to some dungeon?”

Haechan laughs bitterly. He reckons being placed in a dungeon would be much better than the hell he’s living in now. “Now that,” he mocks. “Would be the ultimate dream.”

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” Mark says, pointing a finger to Haechan, enunciating each syllable so it goes through his skull.

But nothing can really make Lee Haechan budge anymore—not an expensive, hard device laterally thrown to his face, and not even his best friend (if he could still call him that) blatantly showing how disgusted he is with him—and he can’t really blame anyone. It used to be frightening to see Mark angry at something he did. Used to.

Haechan doesn’t really know what to say, so he chuckles bitterly and leans his head back so that it’s against the backrest, pondering whether it’s a good time to drink the bottle of vodka kept he’s been keeping under his bed.

“It’s funny because I don’t even know what having a nightmare feels like.”

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author’s note: as usual, please let me know if you want to be on the taglist! :) this will be posted this coming weekend as long as i complete it. thank you!

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[anothershorthuman]

Stay Alive Pt. 8

pairings: nct dream x platonic!reader, afab!reader (you wear a skirt, but they/them pronouns are used), ??? x reader x ???

genre: zombie apocalypse au, high school au, angst, fluff, humor, not really horror but it's zombies ya'know

word count: 3.0k

series warnings: blood, injuries & fighting, suicide, character death, swearing, again... zombies.

chpt warnings: medical malpractice, mentions of dead parents, swearing

summary: nobody was ready for a zombie apocalypse. you were definitely not ready for a zombie apocalypse. while contemplating just giving up and accepting your fate, you meet a group of boys. life may seem pointless now, but at the very least, you now have a reason to stay alive.

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The camp isn’t as full as Jaemin thought it would be. Sure, there are several hundred people, but there are plenty of empty beds. The camp is broken up into several buildings: 4 housing lodges, 3 bathroom lodges, 1 cafeteria, the 2 medical buildings near the entrance, the staff entrance building, and a giant courtyard in the middle. 

The boys were given a tour after all of their medical examinations and given color coded wristbands in order to place them in a lodging house. Mark and Chenle were put into the green house, Renjun, Haechan, and Jisung in the yellow house. The remaining two houses were blue and red, but the wristbands given to Jeno and Jaemin were orange. 

“What the fuck is orange?” Jaemin asks the guard giving them a tour. 

“The two of you were uncooperative when you were found. Think of it as your first warning.” 

They were instructed to stay in the red lodging house. Apparently, that is where all of the uncooperative residents stayed, as well as off-guard security and military. Jeno assumed that this is similar to what being in prison was like. Uncooperative residents were only allowed in the red lodge and other communal spaces. People placed in other housing lodges were free to enter any building except the staff building. There was a curfew, everyone was to be in their housing lodge at midnight.

The boys sat together at the outskirts of the courtyard. Jeno was glaring at anyone that stared a little too hard. They had tried looking for you, assuming that your medical examination must have gone by quicker than theirs considering you were by yourself and yet, you were nowhere to be found.

“What if something was wrong with them?” Chenle asked. The implication was understood by everyone, what if you had been infected?

“Don’t say that.” Renjun is quick to shoot him down. “We asked the guards if they were fine and they said they are so… they’re fine.”

Jaemin is picking at the skin around his nails, “Fine my ass. We should find them and get out of here.”

“Maybe we should leave without them.” Everyone's heads whip to look at Jeno in surprise. He shrugs a bit, “Don’t look at me like that. If the government wants to keep them for whatever reason, maybe we should let them. I mean, it's the government! What the hell are we supposed to do against the government?”

Haechan is the first to defend you, “We’re not supposed to abandon our friends.”

Jeno shakes his head, “I’m glad you could find comfort in them after what happened with your mom, but they aren’t the only ones wanting to help you through that. We need to be realistic, okay?” When an uncomfortable silence follows his statement he continues, “This isn’t me not wanting to be their friend. This is me prioritizing the friends I have in front of me right now.”

Jeno’s a bit out of breath after his outburst and his eyes flicker between all of the boys trying to gauge their reaction. 

“Maybe he’s right.” Jisung says softly. He’s ripping up the blades of grass in front of him as he talks, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. “If something were to happen to them, or anyone of us, they wouldn’t want the rest of us to be hung up on it, right? We can’t just sit around and do nothing. If something happens to me, I want you guys to make a run for it. Keep living.”

Chenle stands up and speaks as he dusts off his pants, “I don’t give a shit what you guys say. Leave for all I care, but I’m not leaving without knowing why they’re being so secretive about keeping my friend isolated and away from us.” And with that he left towards the green lodge. Mark is quick to run off after him, assuring the others that he’ll be back after making sure that he’s okay. Jisung follows.

Renjun sighs, this really wasn’t how he thought this conversation would go. Jeno has been nothing but candid with his distaste for you, even if he’s unwilling to explain where these feelings originated. He’s also noticed the complete opposite with Jaemin. All of the second years know that Jaemin is a flirt, often taking people out on dates. There were rumors about how he would sneak his arm around his dates shoulders, his other hand maybe wandering. But Renjun knows that despite Jaemin’s flirtatious persona, those rumors were only rumors. Jaemin hadn’t been interested in anyone for years, but he wonders if maybe he’s interested in you now. Renjun glances at him, only to realize that Jaemin is already looking at him intently.

“What?” Renjun asks.

Jaemin shrugs, “You didn’t say anything earlier, I was just wondering what you’re thinking.”

“I’m worried about them too. But if everyone else wants to leave, then I’m okay with that too.”

Jaemin lets out a dry laugh, “So you don’t actually have an opinion?”

Renjun can feel his eyebrows rising, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re taking the easy way out. Would it kill you to be divisive?”

“I’m divisive when I need to be,” Renjun is quick to retaliate, “I care about the entire group and I understand that not everyone will agree with me, something that you don’t seem to understand.”

“Oh, I understand. I really just don’t care. If I’m right, I’m not gonna go along with everyone else because they agree. They’re still wrong.”

Renjun leans forward, challenging him, “So you’re never wrong?”

Jaemin sends him a lazy smile, “I’m never wrong.”

Sure, Renjun is annoyed with Jaemin’s answer, but it’s Jeno that scoffs in disagreement.

“I can name 5 different times you were wrong right now.” Jeno says.

“Do it.” Jaemin challenges.

“The time you told Haechan that Chaeyoung was into him and he should confess to her.”

“I knew she would reject him. But he had been doing unnecessary favors for her and Haechan was being used. She needed to straight up reject him so he could move on.”

“What?” Haechan exhaled in surprise, “You couldn’t have just told me she wasn’t into me!” He shoves Jaemin and Jaemin shoves him back and snickers.

“The time you stole Yangyangs money.”

“I saw him take it from a freshman. I gave it back to them.”

“When you skipped Chemistry for an entire semester.”

“That was the semester Yuna would not leave Renjun alone unless he had people around, I’d skip class so he wouldn’t be alone during lunch.”

“That’s why you’d eat lunch with me?” Renjun interrupts. 

Jaemin nods his head. “That girl was so fucking clingy, I figured you would like having a guard dog around for one period.”

Jeno laughs, “You did not just call yourself a guard dog.” Haechan starts to jokingly bark at Jaemin.

“I am one.” Jaemin smiles. “But see, I’m always right. So, we shouldn’t leave until all of us can leave together, okay?”

“Fine by me.” Renjun sighs.

“Jeno?”

Jeno is looking at his hands in his lap, smoothing out the wrinkles in his pants. “I don’t know, man.”

Jaemin scooches closer to Jeno, putting a hand on his knee. “Please, dude. For me?”

The breeze picks up, and Renjun can feel the hairs in the back of his neck sticking up. The wind rustles the trees surrounding the camp and the leaves fall into the camp. 

“Okay.” Jeno says.

Haechan interrupts the moment with his loud voice, “No one’s gonna ask me what I think?”

…

Mark watches Chenle pout and whine to Jisung about how unfair everything is. If the circumstances had been different, Mark would probably have even thought that Chenle looked cute. He would have leaned over and squeezed his cheeks affectionately, teased him about his complaining. Sadly, they were still in the middle of the first zombie apocalypse known to man, so the temper tantrum was more annoying than cute.

“Can you chill out, man?” Mark asks.

Chenle’s mouth opens in an “O,” seemingly shocked by Mark's statement. “I can’t believe you just said that to me!” he complains.

Jisung is trying his hardest not to laugh. Really, he is. He knows that there isn’t anything funny about Mark reprimanding Chenle or having an argument about potentially leaving someone behind to die, and yet he can’t stop the giggles that leave his mouth. This, in turn, prompts Chenle to start giggling too. Soon, they are both cackling, leaning onto each other for support. Chenle is doubling over in laughter and Jisung is hitting him on the back as he starts to wheeze. 

Mark can’t do anything else but watch. His face expression is contorted into one of confusion, his eyebrows pulled together and his mouth slightly open as if to ask a question. His face only makes the other two boys laugh harder. Mark sighs deeply and leaned back on his two hands. 

“Okay, okay,” Jisung says, wheezing between laughs, “We’re done.”

Chenles laughing lessens when he sees that Mark didn’t seem amused by their outburst. He didn’t mean to be annoying, but it felt like all his repressed emotions were starting to catch up to him. 

“This is serious,” Mark said.

Chenle scoffed, “You think I don’t know that? Tell me why I’m the only person that gives a fuck as to if one of our friends is okay?”

“Are they really our friend?” Jisung asks.

“Are you seriously asking me that right now?” Chenle says with eyebrows raised.

One of Mark's hands came up to rub his face, he really was struggling to keep his frustrations at bay. “We met them a couple days ago, Chenle. And they held a knife to my neck!”

“Maybe you only met them a couple days ago. But they’re in Jisung and my homeroom, they’re my friend.”

“Friend is a stretch, don’t you think?” Jisung says, “I mean, they sat all the way in the back and barely talked to anyone.”

“They’re my friend, okay?” Chenle was clearly becoming more irritated by their line of questioning, “Just because you didn’t talk to them doesn’t mean that I never did.”

…

Chenle was on his own. Usually, he and Jisung would sit outside their homeroom before class started, talking about basketball or the latest anime episode they had watched. But, Jisung was sick and wouldn’t be at school today and Chenle didn’t feel like talking to anyone else. So he figured he would walk into class early that day and just wait in his seat for the day to start. He figured that he could use some peace and quiet and he hoped to spend some time alone.

Except, he wasn’t alone. When he walked into the classroom, you were already in your seat. You barely acknowledged him as he walked to his seat in front of you, but he noticed the way your lips twitched up when he greeted you. 

The two of you coexisted for a while. Chenle had even pulled out some homework to do. He was erasing something when his arm bumped into his pencil and it fell onto the floor. When he bent over to pick it up, he noticed your own paper. Instead of working on homework, you had been drawing. There were swirls and geometric shapes intricately drawn across your paper. In the center there was a jellyfish.

“I, uh, like your drawing.”

Your head snaps up, not having realized that he had turned around and was watching you. You put your pencil down and rest your hand on your desk, covering up the majority of your drawing.

“It’s nothing.” You mutter.

Chenle shakes his head, “It’s not nothing. I think it’s cool. Do you like jellyfish?”

“It’s not a jellyfish,” you say rather dryly, “It’s a man-o-war.”

His head tilts to the side, wanting to get a better look at the drawing, “A man-o-what?” He’s still trying to look at the drawing when he hears a small laugh. His eyes drift upward towards your face, and he catches a glimpse of amusement on your face before it disappears again. A small smile spread on his own face, he was starting to like talking to you, even if you thought he was sort of dumb.

“A Portuguese man-o-war. Don’t worry, I’m not good at drawing and it gets confused for jellyfish all the time.”

… 

Renjun, Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin are now laying side by side on the grass. They assumed that the other boys would join them when they finished having their own discussion but they had been laying there for a while. They were getting some looks from the people that would walk past them, but they don't mind. 

“Our lives are ruined, aren’t they? Renjun asks softly. The other boys don’t have an answer for his question but when he peeks at them from his spot on the ground, he can tell they’re thinking about what he said. It really did seem like their lives were over. All of their dreams and aspirations were thrown out the window. Renjun would never get to have a display of his art in a museum and his parents would never see why he was so sure about moving to Korea to work on his craft. In fact, he might not see his parents ever again. 

He blinked away tears before the boys could see them well up in his eyes.

…

You wake up feeling incredibly sluggish, fighting to keep your eyes from falling shut once again. You instinctively try to rub away the tiredness from your eyes but find that your wrists have been secured to the hospital-like bed that you are lying in. 

Memories start coming back to you: arriving at the camp after being attacked, being separated from the boys, and weird doctors and nurses. There is a faint beeping to the left of you, presumably some sort of machine that takes your vitals and an iv that is attached to your left arm. Your arm feels tired and sore and you begin to wonder if they have something else dripping into your bloodstream. 

Now, feeling more aware of your surroundings, you realize that you are no longer in the same room you were last in with the nurse. Although this room is similar, with the general feeling of being in a clinic or hospital, it is bigger. There is a curtain that blocks your view of half the room and you wonder if there is anyone in the room that isn’t visible to you. The room is devoid of any furniture, with the exception of your bed. There's a cabinet against the wall and a manila folder on top of it. Your fingers twitch, maybe you could figure out what these people wanted with you if you could just read that file that they had made about you. 

Your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of a door suddenly opening. The door is behind the curtain, so you aren’t able to see who has walked into the room, but you can see their feet from below the curtain. They are presumably a man wearing dress shoes, some sort of loafers. They are polished and squeak against the floor as he walks across the floor. A big hand reaches around the side of the curtain and pulls it back. You are faced with a middle aged man, wearing a white lab coat over a navy blue sweater and beige dress pants. He’s got glasses on and his hair is the only part of him that doesn’t look put together, like he’s been running his fingers through it too many times. 

He smiles when you make eye contact, an attempt to be polite, you presume, but do not give him the courtesy of smiling back or speaking with him. You stare at each other rather blankly for a second before he starts speaking. 

“I’m sure you must be very confused right now. My name is Lee Changsub, I'm the camp's main doctor.”

You continue to stare blankly at him. If he’s the main doctor, it’s likely that it’s his fault that you’re in this position to begin with. If he’s in control, there’s no use in trying to communicate with him, he’s only speaking with you because he wants something and the camp had made it very clear that they were willing to take whatever it is they wanted without consent, it was the government, of course.

He looks away for a second, wiping his palms on his coat and then awkwardly putting them into his coat pockets. How funny, a doctor made uncomfortable by a teen. 

“Do you, uh, wanna know why you’re here?” 

He fidgets as he waits for a response from you. He looks at you expectantly, but only receives a nod from you.

“Will you not speak to me? I’ve been told that you’re a bit abrasive.”

“Who told you that?” You ask sharply, ��Miss Kang?”

His eyes widen a bit and his mouth opens and closes a couple times.

“Do you mean Dr. Kang?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, Dr Kang.”

Changsub is clearly floored by your mockery, but it leaves you feeling confused. Are you the first person that they have strapped down against their will? Had he expected you to be in a good mood after what happened?

“What time is it?” you ask.

“I'm not sure,” Changsub says as he walks over to the cabinet, looking through the file. He seems to only skim the pages, glancing at you every once in a while. You revert back to silence. 

He leans a bit on the cabinet, suddenly becoming very comfortable. He puts his weight onto his arm that's on top of the counter and crosses his feet casually. You’re pretty sure you even see his lips twitch into a brief smile.

“This camp has been tasked with finding a cure to this spreading disease and you’re going to help me find it.”

…

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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 20: clinical

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [19: burial]

wc: 6k

chapter warnings:  gross misuse of medical terminology (don't correct me, taeil is just tired) and some smut under the pretense of medical care (pelvic massage), mentions of vomiting

recommended listening: love is a beauty - nct 127

Moon Taeil [Nyctereutes procyonoides α] - magna cum lauda Imperial Academy of Medicine Physician, 2nd rank

>>> patient 1 recovering, expected rate for non-developed hybrid form Felid. sustained fx, inj. are as follows: >>>> gross injury to levator scapulae, supraspinatus, teres major and minor >>>> humerus luxation treated with closed reduction w/o sx intervention, possible crush injury to humeral head, imaging negative  >>>> clavicle and scapula injuries healing w/o sx fixation, blood flow to right arm inhibited by subclavian artery and thyrocervical branch closure, recommend amputation if unable to restore bloodflow to lower extremities >>>> wounds to scalp from forcible claw damage, penetrating, inc. possible puncture of sphenoid bone. temporal skull fissures healing without leakage, no artificial grafts available for outer ear, treated with amputation of dead tissue and cauterization >>>> platelet levels depleted, multiple donations made including from known genetic rejection variants >>>> sx intervention to insure subclavian artery reformation, rapidity of healing within 2-3 hours. may be grafts, or donated plasma. a full genetic spectrum analysis is rendering, delayed by recombination, captured >>>> abn variant detected on scan, will need confirm by biopsy if deep tissue or contam. suspect contam, due to multiple sx performed under non-sterile non-quarantine procedures. patient 0 is recovering from sternum, mult. rib fx from chest compressions, deep tissue calcaneal tendon refixture, performed with local anesthetics only, report to follow

To say Taeil is exhausted is an understatement. Spiritually, emotionally, and especially physically–he feels much older than his age.

When he's caught a break to shower he's scrubbed blood off that’s no longer there, still smelling and feeling it's tacky, flaking texture on his skin. The last time he's truly slept was when he’d shoved your dose of ketamine into his cephalic vein, woken up to a nightmare that hopefully, mostly, has come to an end.

Performing surgeries better suited to specialists with one amateur combat medic and a decades-old TraumaTeam surgical bot wasn’t easy, but he's managed it. It was the only solution while in lockdown. Yuta had clapped him on the shoulder with his forearm after they’d performed the first round of Mark's intervention, blood smeared on the Felid's face from wiping sweat and hair from his forehead.

"Just like the old days," he'd said, smiling ruefully. Battlefield humor never ceased in Nyctos, not for the old guard.

It hadn't been as funny when they'd been tasked with treating Jaehyun, or you. 

Now that he could feel you, knew you, he understood how much you'd kept locked away. It penetrated past every defense he'd trained into as a war medic, as a physician treating young and old, alike.

For the first time in a decade of being a physician he'd heaved up the non-existent contents of his stomach. If it weren't for an IV after that, and maybe a careful injection of sedation and caffeine, he wouldn't still be standing.

But he had to be, for his most important patient.

Mark's recovery had begun without the accelerated genetics of a fully designated hybrid. From what Taeil knew of Mark’s childhood he’d received twice as much anti-shift therapy as someone like Jaehyun–treatment for an accident on base when he was a teen had almost ended his life. It had delayed his development so long everyone had assumed he’d never present, not as he neared his 25th year without the markers.

But all that had changed overnight. Mark’s ancestral genetics had returned with a vengeance. If human healing was a problem, so was rapid cell reconstruction without a stable network for tissue to form or the biological materials to build it out of.

Johnny, Jungwoo, and Haechan had managed the night mission to obtain grafts, replacement cartilage and bone scaffolding while the other Felids donated plasma. It had taken another 4 hours in surgery to make sure there was no long term damage, this time with surprisingly efficient results–Taeil had watched as muscle tissue and skin reconnected, the only visible sign of injury in the shiny, faint scars on Mark's neck and torso and claw marks on the shaved side of his head. 

The little cat would be fine, given enough time. 

He's sure nothing can prepare Mark for the burden of healing from what he'd been through, emotionally, but he has hope for that, too. Jaehyun had stayed most of the night under the guise of wanting to donate more blood if needed, but he'd recognized the same impulse in him that had kept you holding Mark's hand the first day: survivor's guilt. All three of you seemed to be connected by it.

From an outside observation, it felt almost intrusive to see the two Felids together. The older Alpha slept folded over Mark's legs as if he could keep him fixed to this plane of existence. Perhaps it was the deep rumble of Jaehyun's breathing, or the way Mark's hands occasionally dug into the sheets with the delicate, white claws he'd begun expressing after the first twelve hours. More than that, their scents had combined in a tell-tale way, a little like meadowgrass warmed under the sun.

He doesn't want to chase down the possibility of a claim caused by injury–he still has never heard of any made that way that didn't involve you–but he's also a scientist. Phenomena observed once are an anomaly, multiple times a basis for a hypothesis.

Whatever occurred, Taeyong and Doyoung had agreed to keep the reports of Mark's condition as quiet as possible. They didn't need Third Princess Lee Eunchae finding out about her son's brush with death by any means, especially second-hand.

Taeil knows he'd be the first to suffer her wrath, Taeyong and Doyoung would follow. The Princesses' late-life vows as an Allfaiths nun did not preclude her from rending him or the former Crown Prince to pieces. He's sure once she sees Mark's scars she'll do it with words, alone.

Thankfully Mark would be able to relay the news, personally, now that he was conscious. The would-be Prince of Goryeo is currently experiencing his first real painkiller and sedative cocktail, his forkful of melon dripping into the sheets as he attempts to referee Yuta and Haechan's card game.

"Is it poker? Man. You can't play poker with two people. Where's the pot?" he laughs, feet kicking beneath the sheets. “Deal me in.”

"Go fish," Haechan says, throwing a Jack of Hearts on the pile that's begun to slide off the overbed table.

"Koi koi," Yuta answers, picking up another card to add to his hand from the stack.

A goofy smile appears on Mark's face as he tries to parse the rules Taeil knows they're making up on the fly just to fuck with him. It's good his friends are here for him. Johnny would join them once he was back from the lower levels–Taeil had messaged the prime the moment his ward came to. 

He busies himself checking the supplies in his field kit, unable to escape the scrutiny of the three others in the room.

"Doctor, are you going somewhere special looking that good?" Mark slurs. The other two share a laugh, but not at Mark.

"He's got a date," Yuta says, picking up the discards to shuffle. Haechan snorts, laying down his hand. 

"Dinner with the queen," Haechan says, eyes darting up full of spite. 

Taeil ignores it, checking himself in the mirror over the handwashing station. 

"Just a housecall," he says. He adjusts the slim tie he's knotted over his dress shirt, the tightness on his neck reminding him of a noose. Black on black: for his own funeral, he supposes.

"____ really made it, huh." Mark has already heard a few words to relay the current situation but it's never broached past a general sense of your condition–as if the details would be too much for him. 

"She's fine," Haechan says, lightly. "I saw her this morning. Looked good as new. Maybe a little . . . peckish."

"Princess has an appetite," Yuta says. Haechan snickers at it, folding back in his chair, as Mark takes small bites of his fruit salad contemplatively. Taeil watches him for a bit, unable to anticipate the younger man's response to the news or the lewd jokes the twin devils at his bedside are exchanging in a tone they know he can hear.

"She’s doing surprisingly well," Taeil says, voice level. "For being dead for a minute and a half."

The hum of equipment is the only sound in the wake of his statement. He expects Yuta or Haechan to say something glib, but they just look at him expecting him to continue–their faces masked.

"It felt a lot longer." Taeil adds, palm spreading over his shirtfront. His chest still aches with the memory of the broken breastbone and ribs you'd sustained during chest compressions. “I hope you never have to feel what that’s like.”

Taeil feels badly that Mark looks deathly ill, again, but at least so do the others.  

He waves his hand over the door control. "I'll be back before midnight. If there's another emergency, I want to be the last to know."

Being off-duty after a double shift has always made him giddy (he's joking with himself, in a way–he hasn't been off-duty in his entire adult life) but it does feel like he’s back in the early days of his training doing days-long shifts, looking forward to the long break.

Even if it's with you, in your . . . state. Your perfume has saturated the entirety of the executive floor, perceivable at the lower levels.

Based on the interesting nature of his dreams when he’d managed a brief nap last night, as well as the scent on Johnny that morning when he’d checked in on Mark, you weren’t adhering to the appropriate schedule for rehab. 

He doesn't blame you for breaking your fast with what you need, but he's also riddled with anxiety over how soon you've begun your descent into the next dip in your cycle. You're back on bio-monitoring and the expected hormonal spikes are, just as he imagined, off the charts.

Back when he'd been in the Imperial College a favorite pastime of his dorm mates had involved a contraband bottle of ginseng wine and dramatic readings from the private journals of the old Imperatrix's personal doctor (and rumored lover). Not one to indulge, they'd been burnt into his memory ever since.

Subject appears to be in a constant state of estrus. Diestrus is non-existent in this particular line of vulpes vulpes forma amicus. Breeding her has surpassed the abilities of a mere mortal. She is described as having the stamina of a dozen of her kind wrapped up in one. During the second ceremonial mating ritual a team was quietly dispatched to resuscitate the Imperator and administer numerous fluid IVs, as well as a recommended reprieve from additional intercourse. The Imperial palace was almost burnt down for the first time since it was last sacked in the 16th century. Perhaps we have made a mistake in our calculations of Vulpine appetite.

You're at least burning nothing but candles, and certainly not the meal you'd prepared for him, when he enters the suite. Your shoulders are relaxed as you work in Taeyong's kitchen, listening to what he thinks might be 20th century music, tail keeping time with the fits and starts of a piano recorded a few centuries ago. 

You look over your shoulder at him, coquettishly, adding green onions to a clay pot of samgyetang.

"I asked Doyoung your preference of foods, if you don't mind," you say, looking up at him with a hint of slyness on your lips. "Samgyeoupsal?"

It could just be white rice served a grain at a time for all he cares but Taeil nods, smiling a little in return. 

"I was surprised when I got your message about dinner. I thought I was just checking your ankle," he says. "How does it feel?" 

He doesn't have to ask, distant throbbing in his heel, but he knows your language now better than anyone, sees the way your black-and-orange ears fold back with a touch of shyness and delight. You do love being cared for, but even more, listened to.

"Much better, thanks to you," you reply, half-curtseying so your robe pools on the floor. He thinks it must be one of Taeyong's many embroidered silk luxuries, so long it almost trips you. What’s more notable is the way you've wrapped the sleeves back, tie criss-crossed over your torso in an ancient fashion. 

"How about your dreams?" he asks. He feels like a fool the moment the words slip from his mouth, moreso when you look at him with concern. 

"I mean, did you sleep well?" He course-corrects. 

"Very well," you say. "Most of the day, actually. When I wasn't learning how to make kimchi." 

Your eyes do look irritated, but he thinks it might not be from onion or garlic. He drops his bag to help you bring dishes to the table, mouth watering not just for the spread on the ancient wood table. 

After he catches himself staring for the hundredth time he realizes now he's never seen you with your hair drawn back from your face. You've always made an effort to hide your scars.

He's never once entertained the thought of running his finger down them without your permission but he can't stop his hand from raising unconscious, wanting to touch them.

"Do I have something on my face?" you ask, rubbing at your cheek with your sleeve.

Damn his rut, and damn his awkwardness as he flounders. You're looking at him with amusement, intuiting his emotions easily.

"Oh, no." he says. "Sorry. It's been a long day." Days.

"Of course," you say, dipping your head. "Please, eat. I have a selection of drinks for you, as well."

He refuses your offering of alcohol with the excuse of being on duty, too sure he'll stumble again. He regrets it immediately, watching the artful way you pour your own glass of soju.

"Don't worry, I won't poison you," you say wryly, expression going sad as you sit down beside him. He understands where your emotions are taking you, stopping it firmly with a hand on your head, stroking your ear absentmindedly until the movements of your tail warn him off. 

"Thank you for treating me to such a nice meal. It's a very nice gesture," he says.

It's strange being on the receiving end of a home-cooked dinner, after all the ones he's prepared for the pack. He has to stop himself from over-indulging after days of convenience store fare, picking choice bites of spring chicken from the samgyetang and letting the broth and sweet rice heal his queasy stomach. 

You continue to serve him, taking charge of the electric grill like you're in one of the old pop-ups he's used to frequenting, conversing while your eyes dart up to him. You talk about the weather, ask about the news. It feels comfortable in a way he's completely unused to–to the point that he can barely hear what you're saying until you ask about Mark. 

"Oh," he says, choking on too much lettuce and ssamjang in his last mouthful of velvety pork belly. "He's doing well. Awake. He might still need a few more transfusions but he’s recovering much more quickly than we expected."

"He needs blood?" you ask, drawing up. "Could I–?" 

"No. No," he says a little too forcefully. "He'll survive. The other Felids are more suitable donors, anyway."

Too close of a genetic match, too likely a rejection of the grafts he's received, he thinks, but it's better left unsaid. Your scent has changed, mournful chrysanthemum as present as when you'd lain beside Mark the day before–the same he thinks Jaehyun smells like, now. 

“You should go visit him once you’re feeling up to it,” he says. “Although . . . I think we’ll have time tomorrow.”

Another message had been fed through the internal network, pushed to all parties–well, not the recruits, but they'd enjoy the leftovers, if there were any. You'd crafted a beautiful invitation in the style of Old Seoul's etiquette, individual messages written in brush strokes of digital ink. 

Dearest Doctor . . . 

He'd barely registered the words after that, just that you'd planned a formal dinner, early, to recognize the pack's tribunal. And, he thinks, your likely departure. 

“Yes,” you nod, poking at a piece of garlic skittering on the hot plate. “I asked Taeyong if I could prepare another meal. For the whole pack. As a way to give thanks, I suppose. My mother taught me that when one doesn't have much to offer they can at least find a means to ease another's burden." 

"That reminds me," he says, "I think this might be the first time we've eaten together. Unless you count cup ramen." 

You nod, laughing a little dourly at the memory. "One of the many benefits to having Doyoung and Taeyong back is that the grocery deliveries are more suited for an Imperial palette."

You look up at him, smiling. It's the first time he's realized you're wearing cosmetics–nothing immediately discernible but your lips are shaded rouge, your eyes circled in black making the orange in them that much brighter. 

"Could I ask you something personal?" 

You wait for him to respond, fingering your untouched glass.

"It depends," he says. "Shoot."

"Are you still . . . ?" Your voice drifts off, husky.

He feels his ears burn at the implied question. He must be addled from lack of sleep if he's letting a simple matter of biology embarrass him, but then you'd put a damper on his professional facade the moment you'd put teeth in his wrist. 

"It doesn't matter." Taeil waves you off, stealing your drink to take half of it in one quaff. The liquor is sweet on his tongue, tasting a little like you. 

"Why do you ask?"

You play with the ties on your robe, black-tipped claws tugging the satin.

"I need your help," you say, beginning to ramble. "I know that you'll probably say no–not that I don't think you like me enough just that–it's a great deak to ask. I hope I can convince you of the urgency of the situation–" 

He's been wondering if this dinner was a gambit again, a way to make him comfortable. But a good physician is always prepared.

"You don't need my permission to have intercourse with Johnny," he says, at a much slower cadence. "While I can advise against it, especially so quickly after your injuries, your body is your own."

You look disturbed for only an instant before gasping out a curse under your breath, your uncomfortable laughter growing into peals as you fold over your knees.

"I was going to ask you if you–" you say, wiping away tears, laughing again when you see his droll expression. "–if you could help me cook. Tomorrow."

You pour yourself another glass of soju, pushing it towards him after a moment.

"I hope you don't think I'm laughing at you," you say, hiccuping a bit. "Just at the absurdity of this situation. Thank you for the approval."

"Of course I'll help you," he says, loosening his tie, reaching to turn off the grill. "What are you planning?"

"You'll find out," you muse. "Let's not focus on plans right now. I think you should relax."

Relax? 

Taeil measures the way your hand reaches out to him but doesn't respond as your fingers encircle his tie and tug on it, softly. If his body follows, it's just to save himself from being strangled.

"Now that I have one favor do you think you can grant me another?" you ask, the fall of your lashes dark in the light from the chandelier. He can see you fight the smirk of knowing whatever response he gives he'll be completely at your disposal.

"I value my life enough not to fuck you," he says, words distant. "Anything but that."

"You really are an old dog," you tease, claws pricking through his shirt when you drop the tie to run your hand down the line of buttons. 

"The favor isn't related to that. Although we can kill two birds with one stone here if you'd like to give me the blessing to consummate with Taeyong. No one's told me what that will entail and I'm a bit tired of feeling foolish–"

"Oh," Taeil says, backing up quickly. "I would just need to do another exam. I admit, I didn't bring anything for that–"

"We can start with the exam. But like I asked before . . . it would be nice to have some instruction. Just a physical demonstration, of course."

You're having so much fun at his expense, flustering him, but worse is the crackling heat of your arousal, as if having a cold metal instrument shoved inside you would be something to look forward to. 

"Why don't I send you a few papers on omega male physiology, and come back tomorrow once you've had a bit more time to recover. And read."

Once I have enough time to remind myself why I played anesthesiologist on my own vein rather than spend another moment alone with you, he thinks.

"Do I scare you?" you ask. Your hands move lazily as you begin to undress in front of him. There's not much to remove, though thankfully you're wearing something under the robe, just a blur as he focuses on your face to keep from running for the door.

"No," he says. Yes, he thinks. 

You're not a patient anymore, not off-duty. But you are his prime's mate. Johnny hadn't even bothered to get his agreement in the farce of his pack order, confident as an elder and a healer he'd follow the correct and righteous path in the face of an omega in heat. 

"Truth be told," Taeil begins, "Suh hasn't been himself lately. I would like to avoid getting on his bad side."

"Noted," you say. "I'll be honest as well. I'm actively trying to get on it." 

There's that Vulpine deviousness and playfulness again–which any sane person would run at the sight of. You do look different when your eyes are narrowed and your fangs are bared. It's enough to make him dizzy, feeling you preen a little at the thought of malice towards your mate. 

"Have you considered another target than the one person who can treat mortal injuries in this pack," he says. 

"Of course," you demur, leaving your robe open as you climb on to the table from your chair. "But what excuse would he have for mistreating you if you were simply performing your duty as a physician?" 

Taeil's breath hitches in his throat, paralyzed at the sight of you pulling your underwear off, kicking it from your foot into his lap. You don't remove your robe but you lean back against the table, legs opening so the dim light catches on the shimmer of your slick. 

"Where are you going?" you ask, when he immediately gets up and turns away.

"I need–"

"Instruments? Gloves?" you ask. 

"To wash my hands."

He feels himself crumbling like a sun-crisped leaf, maintaining a facade that neither of you are fooled by as he puts his glasses back on, rolls up his sleeves, and spends more time than necessary scrubbing under his fingernails with the soap at the sink. Knowing Doyoung, it's antibacterial.

"Before I do this I'd like you to swear you won't play around. I would like you to take this seriously," he says from a safe distance. 

You smooth the crimp in your mouth, eyes dancing. "Of course, doctor. No orders, no games. No biting." 

All your rules seem to be a joke, your tail swishing. "Well, I won't. You're welcome to. It's only fair." 

He gives you an exasperated sigh as he attempts to clear the table with his forearms, preoccupied with the thought of you ending up sloshed in cold broth. "Hands and teeth to yourself, this time."

"Shh," you say, pulling on his tie again until his hips cage yours. "I'll be a good patient."

"Then why don't you be a good patient and get into position," he says, leveling your attempt at dominance with as much seriousness as he can muster. 

You scoot to a clear part of the table, feet placed flat once you've kicked them free of the silk beneath you. You know the drill, have probably been forced into this position from the time you came into breedable age, expected to continue to live permanently in it when you bore pups.

He's performed and watched thousands of exams, but it's remarkably different when it's with you. You're spread before him, physically unremarkable, nothing he hasn't seen before. It's only the first time again for the way you look at him now, hair pooled against the rings of dark wood as your head rolls against the table, your ears folded back with curiosity.

He digs in his bag for sanitizer, gloves. He hadn't even thought to bring a speculum, but he thinks it's not right to involve a device, considering the last time he'd subjected you to it. He finds gloves, at least. He doesn't need that scent under his fingernails.

"All the doctors I knew from the Palace treated me like just another test subject. But you never have, have you?" 

"No," Taeil says, pulling you by the legs, helping you slide to the edge of the table with your knees relaxed, fabric falling beneath. "I've never seen you that way." 

"How do you see me?" you ask, tail moving more inquisitively now that it's between your legs.

"You're going to feel a little pressure. Just relax." 

His left hand rests on your twitching belly as his right hand gently pushes in. He's never done this without the safety of a clinic setting. He doesn't have to tell you to breathe after that initial inhale, your next breaths transmitted through your belly as you focus on relaxing for him.

The rough patches of scab tissue are no longer present, but you gasp all the same when he palpates your walls to check for any remaining soreness, slick oozing warm around his fingers the longer he stays embedded inside of you.

"Everything check out?" you ask, breath hitching when he presses firmly on the dip below your navel, fingers curling up inside. He is trying to perform the examination with as much efficacy as possible and you seem to be trying to hold it together as well, muffling each spontaneous cry out into your shoulder.

This angle affords him a view of your ecstasy, smelling it so deeply that he knows it will linger regardless of his efforts to wash it away.

"Any pain?" he asks, voice a croak.

Your answer is inaudible as well, face towards the ceiling as you swallow whatever else you have to say.

There's no way that Johnny mated you; the only lubrication is the copious amounts of slick you're producing. You'll need another IV, he thinks. He gently curls his fingers into the rough patch of your silky insides, well below his other hand and feels a wisp of delight in the back of his mind as your hips rise up from the table. 

"You know–you know where it hurts," you shoot back between caged breaths. "Is there anything else wrong with me?"

"Nothing, unless you count being an incorrigible little vixen," he mutters.

He sees your indignation disappear the moment you realize he's horrified at his own words.

"I'm sorry, that–it really has been a long day." He breathes shallowly through his nose at the first squeeze of your laughter around his fingers. In another strike against his professionalism he's as hard as a rock, trying to keep from crushing himself against the table.

"Doctor, I didn't know you had it in you," you say. 

You're so accepting that he forgets the context of his penetrating you, his collar much too tight, exhales sharp as he stays buried. You sit up a little, elbows bent back and just as out-of-breath.

"Are you alright?" you ask. Your mouth is agape, expression lit from within with unchecked arousal. From the look on your face you're about to dare him to continue.

He's not going to be able to maintain that distance. Not when you can read him like a book, making micromovements to bring him deeper inside.

You're a furnace radiating warmth on a winter's night, opening up for him, as he finds himself pushing into you in soft strokes that have absolutely nothing to do with medical care and everything to do with observing you come undone.

"This–" you gasp, moaning a bit. "This isn't standard protoc–fuck."

"What was that about being a good patient?" He keeps his voice steady, his own erection throbbing in sync with the little spasms inside you as you're stimulated exactly right. "Want me to stop?"

You throw your head back, shaking it.

"Consider this a part of your treatment," he says.

It's not unprecedented–some of the best passages in those old notes had to do with the various ways to cure omega hysteria, although he knows there's no cure for yours. Not one he can provide, at least.

He digs in a little more, hand spreading over your core, thumb lowering to the dip of your folds. Clinically, of course.

"Thank you, thank you," you mumble, biting your lip. "Please don't stop, please keep going." 

"Open up your legs for me, relax," he says, decisively. When you've stopped fighting him he adds a third finger to better stretch you, the impact of it felt palpably in his hand pressed over your pubic bone. Your cervix is right there against his fingertips, body adjusting to take him. 

Wouldn't that be nice? He knows it would be easy. If he let himself he'd be knotted in you until this expensive dinner table would need to be burnt from how much slick you spilled on it.

"Don't stop, please, please don't stop," you beg, taking his hand so well. "Please." 

He leans forward to curl his hand around your nape, holding you by the scruff like they'd been trained to keep your kind from squirming. You're arms brace behind you to hold yourself up, unsure of your position until he pulls you forward to rest your head against his shoulder, making you watch his fingers disappear inside of you. 

You're a whimpering, desperate mess, robe hanging off your shoulder, hair coming loose. It's even more lovely inside of you, walls tensing around him with each spasm of your pelvic floor muscles, a light brush of his thumb against your clit with each thrust propelling you forward into your climax. 

He's not much better, rocking against your limp leg and the sharp table's edge. He can hold it together even as you lose yourself. You come on his hand with a sharp little sound, music to his Alpha's ears as he closes his eyes to ride the same tremor ghosting through his groin.

"Good girl," he murmurs, movements easing in time with the lengthening period between each contraction.

His hand is cramping by the time he releases you, webs of slick between his flexed fingers wiped on your robe, as saturated as it already is. He removes his gloves, discarding them without much concern for where they land, not when you're still pressed into his chest. 

"You'll probably want to get one of those every few hours, until you decide to break your heat," he says, back to himself. "You have options."

You lean against him, breathing hard.

"Please don't leave me," you say in a tiny voice, legs wrapping around his hips. He lets you hold him for a little while longer–there's no reason not to enjoy being immersed in the satisfaction he's given you, or to provide you with the comfort you both crave. 

"You can just say it's treating me. It doesn't have to be anything else if you don't like me that way."

Anger trickles down his neck, sullying the glow he's feeling having you against him. He's never thought of himself as a jealous or dominating person, content to be the one others came to for help or guidance even if he wasn't prime, but the thought of you underestimating his feelings and your own worth, again, has him livid.

You feel it, eyes widening as you peer up at him. 

"Did I say something wrong?"

"What ever gave you the impression that I would use you?" he asks. "Or that you're not important to me?" 

"I marked you against your will–"

"You have a bad habit of giving into your animal urges. But you're also fully capable of defending yourself when you need to," he says, brushing a sweat-pinned strand of hair from your forehead. "I was . . . angry. I still should be. I just don't blame you for it."

Something Doyoung had said a few days ago had stuck with him, unneeded advice offered as he drank bitterly strong coffee and indulged in a vaporizer pen for the first time since residency. 

"It's not any consolation, I know, but if she chose you, it means she trusts you." 

"I knew you were a good choice." You look up at him, eyes glazed over with something impenetrable. He catches himself before he can lean in to kiss you. 

"I think that's as far as we go before we cross a threshold I'm not sure you can come back from," he says. 

It's too early to feel anything real with you but there's a tiny corner of his mind that can't help but be occupied by the hope you'd look at him as fondly as the others. That you wouldn't take for granted his feelings when you were overwhelmed by your own or of the more vocal members of the pack.

You nuzzle into his chest, scent-marking him even more with the side of your mouth, nipping slightly at the pocket of his shirt. 

"I know you think I'm compromised because of the heat but I don't feel that way with you. I want to take care of you, like you take care of me."

You look up at him, blinking wetly. "You deserve to be treated well. It's the least I can do."

Physician, heal thyself.

"As sweet as your offer is–" he begins to laugh, changing tack when he sees that you're serious. "I would prefer it not be under the obligation of us both needing physical relief." 

You don't seem to understand what he means in his rambling, a twinge of embarrassment passing through him. He lets his guard down for a bit, petting the back of your neck and shoulders to make himself more comfortable, closing his eyes and imagining what he wants in a way more easily communicated than with words. If his dog growls a little, at least you don't laugh at him for it. 

"You're worried I don't like you for who are," you state, voice breaking. "That you're not someone I would have chosen." 

"I . . . I think we have a long time and different circumstances before you reasonably could care about any of us."

"Because I might have to leave?" you sigh.

"Because you're not just a convenient remedy for an Alpha's needs. And some of us . . . well, I don't want to have a purely physical relationship with you," he says. "I could have that with anyone."

"Anyone?" you ask. You look intrigued, lips curling in an amused smile. 

"Poor choice of words. I've had my share of beta companions. Not every relationship we have is communal here, you know."

"Is that a backhanded way of calling me shared property?" you flirt, not helped by your core dripping against his pants. "Or are you calling me a whore?"

You drop into bliss again when he adjusts so you can press into his thigh. Johnny is going to kill him if he doesn't find a way to extract himself from your clutches.

"You're neither of those things," he corrects. "I just mean I don't think your biology would allow you to be satisfied with one of us."

"No," you admit. "But I have a choice in who I want to mate. I chose you."

Somehow that admission feels more genuine than he can allow himself to accept. "I'm flattered. But you're far too important for me to take advantage of."

"And you're much too polite for your own good." You lean up to nose his jaw, lips pressing to his throat. "You should accept that this is a perfectly reasonable way to start to get to know each other." 

"You don't know what my rut is like." He swallows, keeping still as your tongue darts out to taste him. Everything about being held by you feels indecent, overstepping. Which is ridiculous considering he'd just finger-fucked you.

"Who better to teach me how to take care of Taeyong than someone I trust?" you ask. "Someone I already know can treat me well . . . with experience . . ."

You angle his head with a tug on his hair, kissing his neck with a little more tongue and teeth than he expects. This close to the gland has him reeling–the Alpha inside of him waking up from its slumber as starved as he knows he's felt for the past few days. 

"A favor for a favor, then," he says, pulse thundering in his ears. If he's damned either way, he may as well enjoy it.

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[theuniversein-you]

you as the 8th nct dream member

✧ ˚ nct dream react to: you falling off the stage

✧ ˚ genre: oneshot, idol!au, amab!reader, angst, fluff

✧ ˚ warning: injury

✧ ˚ disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. the characters do not reflect the personality of the actual artists themselves, and should be treated as separate beings.

✧ ˚ author notes: rushed bc i have personal things, and ive been thinking of posting drabbles as often as possible. very sorry if i wasn’t able to update as frequent as i could :(

✧ ˚ word count: 1.4k words

You didn’t know what transpired before the incident. You’ve been so focused on the performance that you didn’t notice how near you were at the end of the stage, and worst of all, you were at the back so it’s not like your members would notice immediately.

The moment you crashed to the ground was when the staff rushed after you. The pain that came from crashing from your side made you cry in pain. You were being escorted off the ground, being careful not to put pressure to the pain. You gripped your arm, gritting your teeth as the sharp feeling of knives ran through the arm.

But it wasn’t the pain that caused your eyes to tear up, but the guilt that’s creeping up inside you. One of the worst feelings that an idol could feel is being responsible for a performance being disrupted, and you hated that feeling. You felt bad to your members who continued to perform as you were whisked away to the back, to be tended by the medics.

At the backstage, your legs wouldn’t stop fidgeting, and your hands started to sweat. You await anxiously for your members, and preparing yourself to be scolded by one of the managers for what happened.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

ミ★  Mark. Unaware of the incident, Mark was confused when you were missing from the stage. He tried asking the members discreetly about your whereabouts, but it wasn’t until Chenle approached him, terrified. He was about to ask the younger what was wrong until he told him what happened to you. Mark wanted to run backstage to see you, but he knows he has to stay and thank the fans first, even with his legs feeling like jelly after hearing the incident. As a leader, he needs to make sure that no member is unsafe, and it’s agonizing for him that he couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening. Backstage, Mark finds you huddled at a chair, a cast wrapped on your arm. He doesn’t know if he’s going to crowd you any further, since both Jaemin and Renjun already rushed to you faster than anything. He stayed next to you, though, making sure to comfort you when you felt as if you ruined everything. “No, (Y/N), I’m just glad that you’re safe now.” Mark would reassure you that you didn’t ruin everything and tells you that what’s important is your well-being. And maybe, talk to the managers and staff to make sure this never happens again.

ミ★ Renjun. He didn’t hesitate to be the first one to fuss over you. Renjun is most sensitive when it comes to your feelings, and he would almost cry seeing the cast around your arm. He made it easier for you to open up to him about how angry and stupid you feel, the guilt that you were feeling when you let them down, and how scared you were at the thought of disappointing your fans for your mistake. He would listen to you, but he isn’t going to let you feel that way. Renjun was relieved that you were able to open up to him about your feelings, but it still pains him that he couldn’t do anything to easen your mind about what happened. It would mark a horrible experience in your life. But with the immense support you have with your members, you would find yourself to be okay in the future. Renjun would make sure of it. Side note: Haechan would make a comment about how Renjun is your local therapist, but he wouldn’t say that with the latter in the room with him.

ミ★ Jeno.  Panic and immense worry is the only thing in his mind when Chenle broke the news about your well-being. Jeno couldn't imagine how you devasted you would be, and he hopes that the injury isn't threatening enough to cost you your career. When he asked you about your condition, you told him that your broke your arm from the fall, but the medics told you that it's not bad enough that'll put you into a long hiatus. He felt himself ease in relief, but is still worried about you. “You should rest, let us handle the rest.” Jeno thinks that you are going to have to rely on them, and that’s okay. He’s not going to let any of his team suffer, whether it is mentally or physically. You would need a lot of convincing though, but eventually you will have to, since you have every members’ support for your recovery no matter what.

ミ★ Haechan. Getting injured is one of the worst feelings an idol could ever imagine. Haechan knows that pretty well, since he's seen his hyungs who had to go on a hiatus because of their health. He cares about your health, but he also doesn't want you to go to a hiatus for an indefinite period of time. You expressed to him before that you hated it if you're going to miss out on any activities Dream has, so you've made sure to keep yourself healthy at all times. So to see you feel so frustrated, angry at your mistake, he felt the need to cheer you up. "It's okay, (Y/N), you're going to be up in no time. You're damn strong to let anything injure you badly." whether you think he was joking or not doesn't matter, because he knows it to himself that he's right, and even slightly, you're able to crack a smile after that.

ミ★ Jaemin. He was the one that didn’t hesitate to run backstage as fast as he could to find you. Just like Renjun, he would fuss over you the moment he sees you. He would almost scold you, but after seeing your dejected expresion, he held his tongue. It was not the best time to make your mood any worst when you’re already beating yourself up for injuring yourself. He would become your helper if you needed something, since your other arm is out of commission for a while. Out of all the members, he can truly relate because of his injury at the past, so he understands how you would be worried about what’s going to come next. But he doesn’t mind taking care of you, if it meant for you speedy recovery and having you back in performances again.

ミ★ Chenle.  He was next to you at the back when you fell. Chenle could’ve sworn that you were just next to him, until you were not. He saw your misstep that leads you into falling, which caused him to stop dancing, not knowing what to do. Should he go to you or should he continue performing to remain professional? It wasn’t until he sees Jisung looking at him with confusion that he had to remain professional despite what he witnessed. He has a frazzled expression during the performance, praying for it to be over. When the performance finished, he was the one that told the group what happened. The moment the group returned backstage and reunited with your injured form, he kept his distance from you to not crowd you. Although, another reason is that he was guilty that he couldn’t do anything to help you especially since he saw the incident in the first place. You and his hyungs reassured him for being professional despite being terrified for you. "It was my stupidness that led me to this," you would sheepishly say, but Chenle is going to argue with you if that comes out of your mouth. But at least the both of you are able to be at ease since he knows that you are now okay.

ミ★ Jisung. He was confused when you were missing at the performance and how frazzled Chenle is, who is looking back and forth at the back of the stage and the audience. He would go to his best friend, only for him to shut down any kind of thought when he was told about your unfortunate incident and your unknown condition as of the moment. He could only feel his arm being pulled backstage. Jisung was brought back to the time when he injured his knee and how he couldn’t participate in shows and performances, and he doesn’t want to imagine you being missing, too. While he wouldn’t fuss over you as much as Renjun and Jaemin will, he would keep out a look out for you, although subtlely. He doesn’t want you to tease him when he takes care of you. 

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[neonacity]

ARCANE | CH.6 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5

Chapter Song:

Panic Room > Au/Ra | Revolution > The Score

The harsh glare of the night lamp made your father's shadows even more pronounced as you watched him pace around his dimmed bedroom. You were standing by his door, a book tucked to your side, in your favorite animal printed pajamas that he bought you last Christmas. Your fingers gently tightened around the hard ridges of the storybook, noting with silent disappointment that your wish for him to read it to you tonight would be impossible. Again.

Your father finally took notice of you just as he zipped his suitcase closed. For a few seconds, he simply stared at your face before his gaze finally dropped to the book in your hand. You noticed, and you quickly hid it behind your back just as a look of slight guilt took over him.

"Hey honey. How long have you been there?" He asked softly as he finally picked himself up from his bed to come over to where you are. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before kneeling to get to your eye level. You, on the other hand, tried to avoid his gaze.

"A while…"

"Shouldn't you be in bed now?"

You shifted your weight between your feet in hesitation. The feel of the book now hidden behind your back felt more pronounced than ever and you unconsciously dug your nails into its leather cover in the hopes of it disappearing under your touch.

"I… thought we could read a story together."

The smile bled from your father's face again as you said those words. You've always hated seeing him like this—how he looks at you with a mixture of pity and guilt. You were on the verge of taking a step back so you could disappear into your room again, but you felt him drop his hand on your shoulder to give it a squeeze.

"Did you get it from our library?" He tried to ask with a smile. You simply nodded, your eyes set on your bare feet.

"What did you choose, sweetheart? May I see?"

You hesitated before finally pulling the book out to show it to him. He took one look at its cover before gently taking it from your hand, a small smile on his face.

"The Snow Queen… Very interesting. Why this, princess?"

"I wanted to know why the Snow Queen is a bad person," you mumbled.

"Hm. You think she is a bad person?"

"She kidnapped the young boy. And put ice in his heart."

Your father didn't say anything for a bit after that, his eyes simply set on the book in his hand. It looked a little bit worn out, with some spots on its edges chipped off and faded. He ran his finger carefully down its spine, a thoughtful look in his face as he did so. He seemed to be revisiting something… memories only he has privy to.

"This was your mother's favorite book."

You glanced at him when he said that. To be honest, you've barely had any memories of your mother, so it's not like you feel particularly sad whenever she is brought up to the conversation. However, you've always seen the way your father's heart always drops at the slightest mention of her for as far as you can remember. You can't say you could entirely relate to him when he is the only parent you've ever known, but you've also always tried your best to give him the compassionate ear he needs every time he would remember her.

"I'm sorry if I can't read it to you tonight. Papa has to go on an important trip."

You didn't say anything for a while. There was no point in doing so, to be honest, since this isn't really anything new for you anymore. Silently, your father offered the book back to you.

"I already talked to your baby sitter. She'll drop by here to watch over you during the day and walk you to school. Everything you need, you can ask her, but I also left you money in case you need some. It's in the small purse under your mattress."

"When will you come back?"

He stood up again and started pulling out some files from his desk.

"I… am not sure yet, sweetie. But don't worry. I will always make sure to call or send you a postcard, okay? You like those that come from art museums, right? There might be a few close by to where I am go—"

"Can't I come with you, Papa?"

He stopped in the middle of stashing a bunch of folders into a separate bag at your question. The moment the words were out of your mouth, you were regretting them. You hated how you just blurted them out loud when you already perfectly knew the answer you would hear. It made you feel stupid and childish. Your fingers tightened around the edges of the book in your hands again, its corners digging against the pads of your hands.

Your father, on the other hand, took his time to actually give you a reply. He closed his bag with a resounding snap and hoisted it in his hand, his suitcase on the other, before going over to where you are again. You weren't looking at him, still disappointed at what you just did, when he knelt in front of you once more. Gently, he guided your face up so you could meet his gaze.

"Honey… You know we can't do that. At least, not right now… right?"

You didn't answer. He squeezed your hand with his free one in a comforting gesture.

"If I could, you know I would. But it isn't safe… Papa needs to do it alone. For you."

You hated having this conversation, loathed it with your whole being, so you simply gave a nod just to end it. Your father shot you a grateful smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I promise I'll make it up to you, okay? When I come back, we’ll read The Snow Queen together. Will you wait for me until then?"

"Okay, Papa."

You felt him give you a pat on the head before he leaned over to press a kiss on your cheek. After a hushed goodbye and one final hug, he hauled his luggages past you to make his way out the door. You remained standing in the same spot, not even watching him leave, even after you heard him turn the lock.

You didn't really know how many minutes passed before you moved. The silence of the house pressed against your ears almost painfully, and you slowly lifted the book in your hand to stare at it again.

The clock downstairs struck twelve and gave a haunting ding. Looking up, you went towards your father's bed and curled by its foot, settling on the rug.

You carefully opened the hardbound to its first page and read the rest under the ghastly light of the night lamp.

*******

"It's beautiful, don't you think? The painting's title is The Snow Queen."

A gentle voice to your side broke off your concentration. For a moment there you actually forgot where you are, which is almost a shame given the breathtaking beauty of the art gallery you are currently in. Sicheng walked over to you now, looking handsome in his full black outfit which made him stand out in perfect contrast against the all white greco-roman design of the place. He handed you the extra flute of champagne he was holding and gestured towards the painting you have been staring at since he left to fetch your drinks earlier.

"You like it?"

You gave him a smile before turning back towards the artwork you've been admiring. Compared to the others on display, the picture wasn't particularly majestic or grand in execution, but it was also the only one that managed to capture your attention the moment you strolled into the room.

It was an oil creation by an anonymous artist showing the back of a girl in a simple white nightgown staring at an open window. Stretched out in front of her is a winter landscape painted in vibrant blues and pale yellows. A sliver of a forest can be seen in the horizon she was gazing at.

At first glance, anyone would assume she was watching over her lands, her kingdom even, if one is to consider the literal title of the picture. However, the way she held herself while gazing at the barren beauty in front of her sent you a different impression altogether. For some reason, you can't help but think that she was waiting for something, or someone, with the way she was longingly staring into the distance despite her face not being in view.

"Yes… I like the use of colors. It's a winter scene but the paints are still full of life. Too bad the artist did not leave their name."

Sicheng stepped a little bit closer to you now so he could get a better look. His shoulders brushed against your bare arms, and you mentally noted how you didn't feel the urge to move away when the distance between the two of you became intimate. Instead you surreptitiously glanced at him, wondering to yourself silently how someone can look so striking in just their side profile alone. Out of his usual boring uniform, he looked like someone straight out of a classic movie.

Saying that he surprised you tonight would be a humble understatement. For one, when he invited you to go out for drinks, you weren't expecting said drinks to be flutes of expensive champagne being offered in an exclusive art exhibition. Just like what he promised, he did message you—probably after fishing for your contact details from Cypher's employee database—with the event details along with the generous offer to pick you up in the evening. It seemed too good to be true for you, like a perfect scene taken from a cheesy sequence in a romantic movie, but it was also exactly what you needed, especially after the latest turn of events that had taken most of your concentration at work.

"I can try and ask my friend if he personally knows the artist, but I doubt the information was even disclosed to him. It's quite normal for art galleries to get anonymous pieces like this."

"You seem to know a lot about how things work here," you observed simply without taking your eyes off the painting. You felt him glance at you briefly.

"I just happened to have gotten close to this client after working on several projects with him. I'm the one who created the security of this gallery. I guess he wanted to thank me for keeping millions of his property safe."

You took a sip of your drink now and looked over to him curiously. "So all the tech at Cypher… that's also all you?"

He slightly leaned his head to the side in thought. "Not just me. I work with a team, but yes, I kinda had a hand on all of them. The security and access systems, the databases as well."

You nodded thoughtfully. You know next to nothing about tech stuff, but you have to admit; from your personal experience alone, you're pretty sure the Institute is one of the most advanced and well-secured corporations in the country.

"Thank you for inviting me here though. I really needed it," you murmured as you took another sip of your drink. Sicheng turned to look at you again, but didn't say anything for the next few seconds. You have to thank the slight buzz the alcohol gave you now, because otherwise, you would have surely blushed from the way he was staring at you.

"I'm glad you like it. I thought you would find this boring."

You laughed. "I love art galleries and museums. My father used to travel a lot and he would make sure to send me a postcard from them if there's a place close to where he is staying."

"That's sweet. Where is he now?"

Your hand stilled just as you were about to tip your glass to your lips again.

"He left for a long-term trip," you finally managed to reply.

"I see," he gave you a smile that washed down the slight tinge of bitterness in your mouth. "I have to say though, I can't really promise to always bring you to fancy dates like this one. I find them quite restrictive."

That made the corners of your lips tip upwards in amusement.

"Oh… So you're already thinking of the next one then?"

You peered at him just in time to catch the blush that crept to his cheeks. Your voice sounded casual, but you know he isn't dense enough not to catch the subtle playful lilt in your tone. He slightly cleared his throat and took a drink out of his own glass.

"Is that what I said?"

"Mm-hm. You also used the word 'date.'"

Sicheng gave a slight sigh before finally meeting your gaze.

"Well… do you want to?" He asked, his gaze innocent… hopeful.

Your heart skipped a bit at his question. To be honest, when you decided to give this a try, you really weren’t planning for a follow through of the night. He's cute and seems to be an overall nice person from what you've seen so far, but you still only have one foot in the door when it comes to the idea of dating someone from work. However, you would also be a hypocrite if you deny the growing part of you that's slowly being convinced to break your personal rule. Your best friend was right. As much as you didn't want to admit it, your work is slowly taking over your life—and not in a good way. It's not even the type of laser-focus that you usually get when you are hyper fixated on something. It almost feels like an addiction… an urge that you know you should be taking control over instead of the other way around. You wanted to know more about Project Dream and its patients. So much that it sometimes feels like a borderline obsession.

"Sicheng… I like the name."

The wayward silent thought almost felt like a punch in your gut as it intrusively floated through your mind again. You've never really seen the boys after that confusing test drill you witnessed, but you can't help but feel chills every time you remember Jaemin's last words to you. A silly part of you even felt slightly scared for Sicheng for a quick moment, though you've checked off the idea as a slight case of paranoia for now. After all, there's no way they can touch him. They have no reason to…. right?

You pushed the usual worry and focused instead on meeting the eyes of the boy in front of you. You genuinely like him, there is no doubt about that, so maybe what you are about to do now is not such a bad idea after all.

You smiled.

"I'd love to. But only if you let me choose where we should go next."

The smile Sicheng gave you in reply made his whole face light up. Your stomach did a flip, the good one that felt like a burst of butterflies this time.

"Under one condition."

"Hm?"

"Try to call me by my nickname. Sicheng sounds too formal sometimes since it’s a work name."

You laughed. "How do you want me to call you then?"

He reached out slowly for your free hand and turned it gently in his.

"Winwin. Winwin will sound cute from you."

*******

Maybe you should have skipped work today.

You knew it was too late of a thought for you to consider now as you stared at the double doors of the greenhouse in front of you with a sullen expression. To give yourself credit, the professionnal side of you did berate yourself for even entertaining the childish idea, though even that still didn’t give you enough of a push to actually take a step inside the room.

A few more long, painful seconds passed before you finally decided to actually do something. Your mood is all over the place—for good reason—but still you tried to steady yourself by taking a deep breath. You know full well that no amount of breathing exercises can do good to your mounting irritation at the moment, so you simply went ahead and tapped open the gates anyway before you could even change your mind. Besides, it's not like the boy waiting for you on the other side of them can complain any way. He kinda deserves your sour mood—by a lot, actually.

You found him seated in the middle of the greenhouse, in the space where a garden table and some benches were set up as a kind of miniature resting space in the room. He didn't turn to look at you when you approached, his eyes set on the small koi pond across from him, but you knew he heard your soft steps when he ever so slightly angled his face to the side. You stopped on the fringes of the clearing, not really saying anything.

"I read an article saying that plants can help improve someone's mood," he said, despite keeping his focus on the fishes he had been feeding from his seat. You frowned lightly at him but didn't give a reply.

"I guess it's not working?"

You pursed your lips.

"Not even a whole forest can probably make my mood better right now."

You saw the way his cheeks pulled up slightly into an amused smile from the little of his side profile that you could see. Finally, he turned to look at you from his seat.

"You're pissed at me…"

"Did you pick that up by getting in my head again, Renjun?"

This time there was a slight look of guilt that crossed his features. He sighed and finally gave you an apologetic smile.

"Can you at least sit beside me so I can apologize properly?"

You hesitated. It was obvious that he noticed your reservations from the way he stared at you guiltily.

"Believe me. I hadn't tried to look into you from the second you came in. Not even a peek. I don't think anyone needs to read minds just to see how on edge you are right now," he tapped the spot next to him then. "Please? Let me make it right."

The way he sounded so soft and soothing almost made you curse at yourself. Damn it. What is it about Renjun that makes you so confusingly at ease with him all the time? You’re pretty sure that you’re irritated at him at the moment, and yet there is something in the way that he just is that is telling you to trust him and just go.  You sighed. Whatever it is, you’re obviously not going to figure it out right now, not if you don’t give him a chance. 

His pale face lit up when you finally crossed the distance to him. You made sure to leave a respectable distance between the two of you, but even that space couldn't spare you from the way his gaze thoughtfully skimmed over your features when you finally settled on your spot. You kept your eyes on the pond in front of you, making a pointed effort to avoid his gaze. 

"Well?"

"I'm sorry… I was wrong. I shouldn't have said what I said back in the arena."

You frowned. You're expecting that, but you need to hear something else.

"And?"

Renjun took a bit to answer. You didn't need to look at him to know that he was searching for the best way to say what he was going to say next. What you didn't expect, however, was the warm feeling of gentle fingers going over your hand resting on the bench. You've barely realized what was happening when he interlocked your fingers together.

Your attention was torn between your instinct to pull away from him and zone in on what he just said. His touch was not offensive at all—he was holding you lightly so that you could easily move away if you wanted to—but there was also an odd sense of comfort that wrapped you now as his skin touched yours. What’s even more strange is that you knew it isn’t induced by anything supernatural at all. It was simply you being comfortable with him... Something that admittedly doesn't happen much with you and other people.

"I apologize for getting in your head. I didn't mean to. But I also couldn't help it."

"What do you mean you couldn't help it?"

Renjun sighed and leaned back against the bench while never breaking his hold on you.

"Lee Haechan. That boy gets on my nerves so much. Admittedly, I partly did it because I was trying to look for something to use against him. I'm sure you've noticed how interested he is in you?"

You swallowed and chose not to answer that for now. Instead, you decided to deflect the topic by opening a new one.

"You seem to be easily triggered by him. Do you often fight?"

Renjun laughed softly and shook his head. "I wouldn't call it fighting… We're friends. We grew up together. But sometimes, he overwhelms me. Partly, it is because our Arcanas are designed to oppose each other."

"Or work together… If you want to, you can complement each other," you said carefully. You saw a ghost of a smile touch his lips.

"You knew right? The other reason why I did it?"

Your gaze shifted slightly from his. You did, but it was something you haven’t really opened up to anyone, not even with Kun. Partly, it’s because you wanted to make sure you just weren’t drawing assumptions from thin air.

"You wanted to stop the test drill,” you finally said in a quiet voice. You have confirmed before walking in here that this session will be unmoderated and unwatched, but you still can’t help but be careful about your every word and move. That’s exactly how you have been feeling lately every time at work—on edge, as if a sniper’s crosshairs is always set at the back of your head.

Renjun didn't confirm it, but you did feel his fingers close just a little bit tighter on yours.

"You've figured him out… Of course."

You both went silent for a while. That was another odd thing about you and him. You barely know the boy, but in moments like this, you feel like you have an almost telepathic connection with him. You two can talk in riddles and still understand each other by reading between the lines.

"Somebody needed to step in, otherwise that drill might have ended in a disaster. Everyone just got so competitive that day. Unfortunately, self control isn’t really our strongest suit—I could even feel mine cracking—so something needed to happen to ground us back."

"Jaemin," you mumbled under your breath. Renjun smiled.

"It was a dirty trick to pull, but it worked."

You felt your breath slightly hitch at his indirect confirmation. That’s exactly what you couldn’t understand though. Haechan’s little ‘crush’ makes little sense to you already, but the boy has also made it obvious from day one that he is, in a way, openly interested in you. Jaemin, however, was different. You couldn’t understand why anything remotely related to you could set him off, especially when he made it obvious to everyone that he had zero intentions to show a peep about what he could do that day. Renjun using you as a trigger for him doesn’t make sense, no matter how much you try to understand it. 

"She knew what she was doing when she put you there as bait," Renjun said so softly that you barely caught it. You immediately got who he was referring to,  a sinking feeling setting in your stomach as you did. 

"And I don't understand why. Why me?"

"Maybe because we're interested in you."

"None of you even know me."

"That's debatable."

You frowned. There was an unexplainable glint playing in Renjun’s eyes that just opened up a thousand more questions in your head, though he didn’t give you a chance to ask them with what he did next. Slowly, he raised your hand that he was holding to his lips and pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

“So, do you forgive me? I promise not to get into your head again… ever.”

You froze. At first you couldn’t understand what he was doing, but then you felt his nails slightly dig against the palm of your hand as if he was sending you a secret code. Your eyes widened when you realized what was happening. He was pressing something into your hand—something small and thin. He smiled and gave you the slightest nod ever.

It took you everything to reign yourself in. From somewhere on the other side of the room, you heard a door open followed by a couple of footsteps. The guards have come to fetch him back.

“Alright. I trust you,” you finally said, your throat tight.

Renjun’s face lit up again. He gently let go of you and stood up the same time two men appeared from a corner. You quickly closed your fist and drew it back to yourself.

“It’s time to go,” one of the guards called out from the side. The boy turned and gave them a slight nod.

“I’ll see you again soon. Thank you for forgiving me,” he said before turning to make his way out. He was already a few steps away when he stopped and looked at you again.

“Hey, want to know a secret? There’s another reason why I did that asshole move.”

You only stared at him, half your mind still occupied by what you were holding in your fist. His smile widened at the look you gave him.

“I was a little jealous too.”

*******

The reverberating sound of the bathroom stall clicking shut sounded louder than usual in your ears. Your throat felt dry and there was a slight shake in your hands that you tried to calm as you pressed your back against the closed door to ground yourself. After taking a few quick breaths, you pulled down the toilet seat cover and settled on it before getting something from the pocket of your coat.

The piece of paper Renjun secretly handed you was already crumpled but you tried to smoothen it out as carefully as you can with your shaking fingers. When you finally unfolded it, you eyes immediately zoned in on its contents. Printed there in beautiful handwriting is a sequence of what seemed like random numbers and letters. You blinked, trying to exactly figure out what you were looking at.

Coordinates?

Not wasting another second, you pulled up your phone and quickly typed in the string of code in a map application, but not before making sure that you’ve switched to your personal data. There is definitely a reason why Renjun passed this to you in secret and the least you could do is to leave digital trails that can be followed by whoever he is keeping it from. You tried to swallow back the thundering sound of your heartbeat as you nervously waited for the application to bring back results.

It pinged back after what seemed like forever. Clutching your phone hard, you frowned as you quickly tried to digest the result on the screen. You were right. The code was a coordinate for a location, but the red pin you were seeing now seems to be set in a forest in the middle of nowhere. You frowned and tried to click on it to see more of its details. From the looks of the map alone, the spot is a few hours of drive away from the city, and at least half an hour drive from the closest housing in the area. No other details were shown on the page other than a name.

Rosewood Academy and Orphanage.

Your heart stopped. You didn’t know how long you stared at your screen, your concentration only broken when you felt something vibrate in your pocket. Pulling out your work phone numbly, you quickly held it up to your ear when you realized who was calling.

“Hey, where are you? I was about to send the report to—,” Kun’s voice came on the line the moment you answered it. You didn’t let him finish.

“Kun. Can I ask you a question?”

The man stopped, obviously a little confused by the tone of your voice.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Do you want to have drinks with me later?”

*******

You were doing such a bad job trying to stay calm as you waited for your partner to slip on the booth seat across from you. It was seven in the evening, and even though the diner you chose didn’t have as much people than others in the same area, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking around furtively to check your surroundings.

“Okay, can you at least talk to me about it now?”

You almost jumped in your seat as Kun's voice suddenly came from behind you. You waited for him to get to his seat, muttering a soft thank you as he passed you a cold bottle of beer he was adamant of getting the moment you entered the bar. You can’t really blame him for being on edge though. The poor guy had to suffer through your tensed silence for the rest of the work day despite the many times he tried to make you talk.

Now that you’re here though, you didn’t exactly know where to start. You have to thank the gods for giving Kun the patience to put up with you as you grabbed your beer and took a swig of it first in an effort to calm yourself. The moment that you put it down, you asked him the first question that popped into your head.

“Can I trust you?”

The look he gave you was a mixture of confusion and worry. You didn’t wait for him to speak, choosing instead to lean towards the table so you could drop your voice.

“Chenle. You care for him, right?”

This time, Kun’s eyes widened a little. He frowned.

“What’s going on?”

“I didn’t know who I could share this with but I want to trust you,” you said as you pulled the piece of paper Renjun gave you and passed it over to him. He immediately took it, looking confused still. “Renjun. He passed this over to me secretly earlier while we’re having our session. They’re coordinates.”

“Of what?”

You flipped over your phone to show him the map location you pulled earlier. “Have you ever heard of Rosewood Academy and Orphanage?”

Kun squinted at your phone screen and shook his head.

“No? Well you’re not the only one. I tried looking up more information about it, but apparently it has very limited footprint in the internet. A few outdated articles mentioned it, saying that it was an exclusive privately-funded school and orphanage for kids and adolescents. It doesn’t even have a website.”

“That’s strange. Homes like this advertise themselves at least minimally to the public. Is it still under operation?”

You shook your head. “I have no idea. There was no number I could call. The closest district to it is about half an hour away. I tried reaching out to its public office to ask about the place but they couldn’t give me any proper information because the building is in private, protected lands. It’s out of their watch. But they did mention something that happened there around eight months ago.”

“What is it?”

It took you a while to physically bring yourself to answer. “They said they sent the fire department there because the place was in flames and they were the closest district who could help. By the time they arrived, the building was mostly done for. They said they couldn’t find any victims, or anyone at all."

You saw the way Kun paled under the harsh overhead light of the booth. You knew he was trying to follow your train of thought, the color draining from his features as he tried to fit the pieces together in his head.

“And Renjun gave you this… why…?”

The way he asked that told you that it was simply a rhetorical question from him at this point. Still, you decided to give him an answer.

“You’ve been working for Project Dream longer. Have you ever checked the history of the boys?”

He shook his head and swallowed. “No. I haven’t bothered. There was no reason for me to. I don’t even know if I have access to it.”

“Which means, none of us even know if they joined Cypher voluntarily in the first place.”

Kun’s gaze snapped upwards to lock with yours. At that moment, you knew. You did the right thing by sharing this with him.

“Kun, what if they’re forced to be there? You told it so yourself. The tests can be rigorous. There’s a reason why Renjun gave me this address. What if they’re taken from Rosewood?”

“But why?”

You took a while to answer. “That’s the question. Have you ever tried asking yourself what Cypher really wants from them? Why are they so desperate if this is just a regular research experiment? I think the boys are passing me this message, showing me what they can do, because they’re asking for help.”

Kun didn’t react for what almost felt like a full minute. He simply stared at you before finally looking away. “I don’t know. Now that you’ve told me this, what are you—”

You reached out to grab his hand before he could even finish. You know Kun. In the short span of time that you’ve been working with him, you’ve gotten a pretty good read of his character already. He’s one who stands for facts, but he also has very strong morals. His particular closeness with Chenle and his general concern for the boys are proof enough of that. If you want to get to the bottom of this, he’s the only one you would be willing to trust the most.

“Help me,” you said now, looking deep into his eyes. “I still don’t know what’s going on here, but we have to try and dig it up. They might need our help.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, just simply stared at you as if he was weighing his choices. Finally, he sighed.

“Where do we even start?”

The wave of relief that washed over you was immeasurable. You squeezed his hand before drawing yours away.

“First, we have to find out who these boys really are. Let’s see if we can take a look at their files. Second, we need to know what Cypher wants from them. Last,” you paused, Kun giving you a look that said he already knows what you’re going to say next.

“We have to make Cypher believe that we’re still on their team.”

*******

The sound of the soles of your shoes bounced against the empty corridors of the building in an almost foreboding staccato. It was late in the evening and the lights in the sprawling hallways of the Institute had been dimmed a little, signaling the end of shift of many. You have already gotten home yourself after the talk with Kun when you realized late that you’ve forgotten to bring home an important file with you no thanks to your distracted state earlier. Any normal day and you would have let it go since you will be going to work tomorrow anyway, but you have every plan on pulling an all-nighter, simply because you already know that your brain wouldn’t be giving you peace tonight after everything that has happened. 

You ducked a little now over your purse to rummage for the keycard you need to open the door to your office. You didn't even bother to get dressed properly for the quick drive to work this time, just opting instead to throw a light jacket over your sweater since you only need to grab some files. The moment the entrance parted for you, you went straight to your desk without paying attention to anything else.

"Fancy office you have here. The home entertainment system is my favorite."

The sudden voice that came from somewhere in the darkness tore a suppressed scream from you. Your hands flew to cover your lips as you whipped around, eyes wide, towards the source of the sound.

The room was dark except for a few lamps open over the control center side of the room, but you could clearly see his outline now as he lounged casually over one of the swivel chairs there. Most of him was still covered by shadows, but you were still able to catch the way his lips parted into a smile before he picked himself up from his seat. He took a step closer to where you are, into a better lit spot in the room, looking relaxed with his hands in his pockets.

You pressed yourself closer against the edge of your desk unconsciously. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest, and for a quick second you were convinced that he could hear it from the way his lips curved into a smirk as he watched you. 

"Wha-What are you doing here, Jaemin?"

You wished your voice could have come out steadier, but something about the air in the room was making you fight for your breath. Jaemin simply shrugged in answer and angled his head slightly to the side.

"I sometimes go here when I'm bored. Nothing screams 'fuck them' more than going to places the coats think they've restricted us from. I can go to any room I want in this building…" he said, his voice as sweet as it was dangerous. His gaze sharpened a little as he smiled at you.

"...But you already know that, don't you, darling?"

You couldn't answer. You even actually felt a little unstable, so you subtly leaned your hand against the corner of your table to keep yourself steady. Jaemin took another step closer to you again at a painfully slow pace. You felt like a cornered prey, with your predator enjoying every second of the thrill of the hunt before jumping in for the kill.

"You know… I was kinda disappointed that you didn't come looking for me after that day at the arena. I know you have questions, but instead you... blatantly avoided me. I have to admit, it hurt my feelings a bit."

You swallowed. He took another step forward but stopped just as he was a few feet from where you were standing. The tension in the air was almost making you choke.

"But then again, maybe you were just busy. Are you having fun with your new boyfriend? I looked him up. Handsome fella."

That finally made something in you snap. Your eyes darted to meet his as fear—mixed with anger—flooded your veins. You glared at him openly and he met it with a playful smile.

"Leave Sicheng out of this."

"Oh? You're feeling protective over him now, too? Very interesting."

"If you touch him—"

"What makes you think I will?"

His question made the words fade in your throat. You know exactly what he is doing. He is framing you to give him the exact answer he wants to hear. You swallowed.

"Because that's what you do," you said in a voice so quiet you doubt he even heard it. He did, of course, judging from the way he took a step closer to you again the moment the words left your lips. This time though, he didn't stop until he was close enough for you to touch. You couldn't have moved away even if you wanted to, not with your desk pinning you exactly where he wants you.

"And what is it that I can do?" He asked in an equally soft voice that made you feel like you were being ripped from the inside and put together again at the same time. The last thing you wanted was to give him the satisfaction he wants, but you can't help it. Not when he is this close.

You tried to push back the blockage in your throat. Your eyes met his, and you noticed how his gaze dropped momentarily to your lips as you did so. 

"Temptation. Compulsion. You control people."

Your voice lacked any passionate emotions behind them—other than concealed fear—but your words still made him smile as if you whispered to him the sweetest words of love. At that moment, it felt like time slowed as he lifted his hand to gently reach out for a loose tendril of your hair. He caressed the strand between his thumb and pointer finger, his eyes never leaving your face.

"What do they call me then? Come on… I want to hear you say it."

The world stopped turning at that moment. You locked gazes with him, and he smiled at you so beautifully, he looked like heaven's favorite angel.

"The Devil."

His eyes danced. Under the dimmed lighting of the room, your mind was almost tricked into thinking that the shadows around the two of you moved to kiss and worship him.

"Smart girl. Now the question is, what are you going to do about that… Angel?"

*******

CHAPTER 7

Card Drawn: 

The Devil | 15 | IL Diavolo

A/N: Did I just put in more easter eggs here? Yes, yes I did. As usual, enjoy! ♥️

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When it all started

Author's notes:

Hi, my name is Sophie and I used to be an author on AO3, however due to come issues on there, I have decided to post everything that I deem to be worthy on here.

This is my Parenthood AU that has children for members of NCT and ATEEZ, so Jisung from Dream has three children, Bora born in 2020, Taemin in 2022 and Seongong in 2023.

Trigger warnings for the whole series: overarching mistreatment, however those will be specified throughout. For this chapter, it's just some illusions towards what is going to happen moving forwards- also my period cramps are really period cramping and my shoulder is now hurting to really add to the mix. love that for me.

“Jisungie?”

Renjun opened the door to the youngests room as Jisung ran a hand through Taemin’s curly hair. The youngest member had to leave rehearsals early on Renjun’s first day back as Taemin’s day care phoned up to tell him that Taemin had started to run a nasty fever while there and using paracetamol only brought it down a little bit.

“Hey Renjunnie.” Jisung smiled warmly, moving his hand down onto Taemin’s back as the poorly toddler started to cough weakly.

“How’s Minnie doing?” Renjun asked, sitting down on Jisung’s desk chair. 

“Well, we just got back from the doctors and Minnie has the flu, don’t you, you poorly poppet.” Jisung gently cooed as Taemin lift his head up weakly, blinking sluggishly at the elder. 

“Renren-hyungie.” Taemin mumbled, making grabby hands towards the elder in an attempt to get to Renjun. He didn’t have to try too hard as Renjun wheeled himself closer to the bed.

“Chae’s just gone to get some fever medication that’s suitable for children and then take him back home for lots of rest and relaxation.” Jisung said, watching his son and friend cuddle up together.

“Yeah, you can feel he’s got a nasty temperature.” Renjun said softly, running his hand through the small child’s hair. Taemin’s chest sounded really awful with all of the nasty gunk on it, clogging the poor boy up.

“Once we get him home and medicated, sleeping, he’ll start to feel much better.” Jisung nodded. He knew his hyungs very well, knowing that Renjun wasn’t one to check up on the children he had all to often, so Renjun must be here to talk to him. “Taeminnie?” His youngest child weakly turned from sitting comfortably, his head cradled in the crook of the elder male's neck. “Uncle Lele is just in the next room, do you want to go sit with him while me and Uncle Renren have a little chat.”

Taemin nodded, hoping down from Renjun’s leg with a soft huff and made his way slowly towards Chenle’s room, the door softly shutting behind the younger, which Jisung took as his cue to cast a look to the elder, rather curious.

“You’re probably wondering why I am here.” Renjun hummed with a sigh, stretching out his leg in front of him.

“I mean, I did just chuck my own, sick, son out of the room so that you could feel comfortable with talking, so yeah. I’m a little curious.” Jisung chuckled. “So, Hyung, what seems to be bothering you.”

“You-you didn’t have to do that on my account, Sungie. It's- it’s nothing, really.” Something in Renjun’s chest felt different. It felt more wrong that Jisung had kicked his own son out of the room when Taemin was under the weather.

“Okay.” Jisung smiled, letting the conversation stall as Renjun seemingly got even more worried looking, until, the elder finally snapped.

“What did you feel when Chaeyeon first told you that she was pregnant.”

“Ah.” Jisung hummed. “Are you two thinking about starting a family?”

“Yeah.” Renjun nodded, sighing against the chair. It was finally out in the open, he didn’t have to hide it anymore.

“Well, I was in a much different position when Chaeyeon became pregnant with Bora. We were just really getting a foothold and I fought with myself every single day about what it was that I should do about it. I didn’t know whether I should renounce and just not be a part of the child’s life and just be like my parents, or if I should be in it as best as I could. I never talked about it, because I knew how much you guys would offer your help, but I needed to make a choice for me and my life in that moment with the knowledge that I had at the time.”

Renjun knew about some of the challenges that the younger had to go through with his children, but it was more after they were born. Like with Bora’s behavioural problems, he knew about those things. However, while Chaeyeon was pregnant and Jisung was just doing his thing, it never occurred to Renjun that the maknae might well have been struggling with what to do. Jisung was adopted very early on, so the only family he knew was the one who took him on when he was only 9 months old. He was even kept when the family found out that they were having a son of their own and all through that child’s health issues. 

“I initially told Chaeyeon that I wanted nothing to do with the child’s life, but when it came to her being in labour and getting the message from her mother, I dropped everything and ran. I’m not sure why, but I think it was because I didn’t want my children to suffer the way that I had trying to find my identity in the world. My parents gave me up because they didn’t want to be hindered by a child, so I wanted to at least be a little bit better than them.”

“So, if Chaeyon texted you to tell you that she was pregnant for the first time, you would do the exact thing again?”

Jisung shook his head. “No, I would do everything different.” He looked at the pictures he hung up recently of the four of them on a day out with Chaeyeon’s parents. “The amount of flack the two of us got from having a child at 16 and 18 was too much for us to go through that again. She told me very early on that she wanted to get rid of the baby and we booked the appointment and everything and it was only when she found out that I was adopted that she decided to keep it. She told me it was because she thought about all of the lost children that I could have been a part of. If the child was born, we could give it up to someone who really wants a child and not have to struggle through bringing up the child when someone who would be able to do it much better could do it instead. Once Bora was here and we asked for parental help, we realised how easy it was for us to fit into roles in those first few weeks and how we should just try and try.”

“So, if you went back and did it again, you would support everything and not let Chaeyeon find out?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Jisung agreed. “Chaeyeon needed to make the choice for her, not me. It was nice to be involved, don’t get me wrong, but Chaeyeon became the person to always look after the two of them, so I would try to take a very neutral stance and allow her to make that choice on her own.”

“So, do you think, with everything you know about parenting and me, would I be a good parent?”

Jisung softly smiled, taking the elder’s hands in his own. “You would be the best parents to however many children you decide to have together.”

#kpop #nct #nct dream #sickfic #parenthood #kpop parenthood

[fumikomiyasaki]

Idol Au- [Monstroc!ty]

[Monstroc!ty] is a very Rap and Rock focused group of the NRC Corp. they are known for exciting performances and stunning visuals

Henry, its leader, however often does collabs with [ Ocean M4fia ]

Most of their songs are rebelling against the views society pushes onto you and just to be yourself

they have 3 high selling Albums that currently go well in the charts

Their Glowsticks are a Chameleon, a Crab and a Mushroom seperated but their Logo is a triangle

Their group Color is Grey, Violet is purple, Marine is Blue and Vermillion is Red

Have a deep Rivalry with [Hearts and Roses]

Inspirations for the three were Leroy as Taeyong from NCT, Henry as Taemin from Shinee and Mellow as Mark lee from NCT

Leroy is the Main Rapper and Main Dancer of the group. Would also sing normally in between the rapping.

He started the Idea of the group and is the most talented when it comes to draw the audience in

If asked why he wanted to be a Singer, he often says its to raise enough money to pay the medical bills of his mother

some rumors are that he has connections to the underworld but nobody has found solid prove

His second account is called MagicalPurPur which he does Anime covers and review on

Secretly also a huge fan of @twsted-princess​ Quartz and follows her streams in secret

Verde and Violet know each other and often support one another

Is the Local Fanservice of the group

When not on stage he often wears glasses and shows his freckels... but not when fans are around

Henry is Vocalist and Visual of the group, He is the groups Leader and keeps order in it

formerly he was a rich guy and mainly financed this group untill it had actual sucess

He is in charge of choosing the aesthetics and concepts a lot

Him and Violet are in the fans eyes often shipped cause they always bicker so much

Many are drawn to Marine cause of his serious yet kinda hot aura

Nobody knows how awkward he can be in every days situations

His goal with this group is to show his father he is more than just his family name and stand up on his own

the member that gets the most fashion collabs and deals

stated to admire Co-connects Verde... which led to a lot of rumors

many fans fight for getting photos of him after his training.... and he really works with pleasing his fans while not seeming too much of a whore compared to Leroy

Mellow Is the Maknea of the group but also a Rapper. He also Sometimes puts Remixes of the groups Songs out that are well received

Mainly the one that writes and produces the songs

Joined the group to counter his shyness and stagefright

him and Violet are childhood friends so he begged him to join.

On stage it seems like Vermillion is a different person, cause his rapping gets you hooked quickly

Does from Co-connect really find Ellis and Juvia stunning

he can’t talk to female fans... like at all... he always blushes and hides his face in autograph sessions

is also much more at peace when left alone

Wears glasses outside of the stage

Tagging: @rosietrace​ @starry-night-rose​ @nem0-nee​ @windbornearchon​ @authoruio​ @sakuramidnight15​

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland original character #twistedwonderland #monsville #Idol au

[lillotus17]

NCT MARVEL AU

okay so like a couple months ago I posted that I really wanted to write an NCT MARVEL AU FF... I might have deleted it I honestly cant remember I also added other SM ARTIST as side/extra/antagonist characters in the plot and right now im currently debating if i wanna find more Marvel characters that I think fit Shohei, Eunseok, and Seunghan.. idk lmk. im still working on the first few chapters and the moodboards of all the characters but it's going to take a while and i've been working very slowly since i am currently in school and have a part time job because in this economy... oof a girl's really struggling. anyways here is a small draft (with no mood board sorry im still woking on it :( ) of which MARVEL Characters the NCT members are going to be portraying

Playlist: Villian by Key ft. JENO | Hero by Martin Garrix and JVKE | Wish you were here by SUPERM | more to be added!

Lee Taeyong as Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers)

okay so i actually considered Iron Man, Falcon, Captain America, and gamora in mind for Taeyong but Iron Man matched johnny a bit more because of his personality and jaehyun suited captain america more imo

taeyong still fits a character with a strong leadership role, cus i mean cmon NCT tired dad/leader-nim

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel is just tryna fit in and find herself/remember who she is and she finds out that she's a super powerfull highkey baddie and HELLO? Taeyong is that

she has a strong and emotional sense of leadership, willingness to help and protect others and like come on is that not tayeong???

she's (one of) the first avengers and asdfghjkl;

so yeah

carol danvers is a baddie

taeyong is a baddie

pErIoDt

Moon Taeil as Moon Knight (Marc Spector)

okay so like

this kinda just clicked? lmaoo i feel bad- well more like a geek but like MOON Taeil and MOONknight

i finished watching the MoonKnight series on Disney+ a while ago and loikeeee

Marc Spector is a hot SOB

steven grant asdfghjkl; dont get me started

oki tho im like lowkey debating if I want to include Marc's multiple personality but like he's not Moonknight with out steven soooo

might add a little twist to it

but Taeil gives me more Steven Grant vibes than Marc Spector ngl

he's a lil nervous anxious dork yknow?

did consider falcon and war machine for taeil though..

like tony and rhode's relatinship screams johnny and taeil LMFAOO

idk might make some changes...

Seo Youngho/Johnny Suh as Iron Man (Tony Stark)

cocky lil shit and a sexy ass mf

like tell me it doesn't make sense?

homie just wants to spend money and build suits

smart, hot, and rich? yes please

his wit and smart mouth

like imagine johnny "Jae (Cap) you've got a potty mouth"

tony has a heart(?)- there's proof LMFAOO

his sense of humor just screams johnny

had star lord (peter quill) in mind for him too

Nakamoto Yuta as Winter Soldier (James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes)

one intimidating bitch

but a highkey softie

gonna kick ur ass if u fuck with him or anyone he cares about

highkey mysterious

did consider hawkeye, war machine, and falcon for him tho

also considering changes in characters lmk what yall think too!

Qian Kun as Dr. Strange (Stephen Strange)

man can fly a plane

lmaoo sorry that literally has nothing to do with him being a doctor but tell me why in every goddamn MAFIA AU i read, he's the medic

his relationship with yangyang and ten remind me of dr. strange and wong lmfaoooo

lowkey a perfectionist/perfect man asdfghjkl

Kim Dongyoung/Doyoung as Dare Devil (Matt Murdock)

had hawkeye, war machine, and falcon in mind for him

war machine cause of his sense of duty and seriousness- and his relationship with johnny also reminds me of tony and rhodes

also thought about making him nebula (and falcon) cus of his relationship with taeyong

anyways matt murdock is a hot mf

a lawyer? yes please

doyoung likes to argue cus cmon 127 is always on his ass for no reason headahhh lmfaooo

ngl thought there were a lot a members and i did put some thought into this and he matched daredevil best imo

Li Yongqin/Ten as Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)

bad bitch right here

assassin, bad bitch

have you seen the way he moves?

have you seen the way she moves?

no words, no explanation, it just is and it just makes sense

like fr let's argue

IM JP don't come at me

had hawkeye in mind for him too

Jung Yoonoh/Jaehyun as Captain America (Steve Rogers)

america's ass

like cmon manz representative emoji is a peach

can't really put my finger on it either

like maybe it the masculinity (not meant negatively tho!) and altruism in the both of them(?)

both hot as fuck for no reason

other characters that i think suited him were falcon, winter soldier, (kind of) hawkeye, and black panther

Dong Sicheng/Winwin as Hawkeye (Clint Barton)

oki so i did have black widow in mind for him

and if im being honest it was kind of hard to settle with hawkeye for him

winwin is someone is focused and serious much like clint barton

i mean cmon man was a dancer and that shit takes dedication and patience

like learning how to use a bow and arrow

also had vision in mind for him too

when i first started to get into NCT winwin kind of came off as a timid person, and he's not really affectionate so it kind of screamed vision vibes

Kim Jungwoo as Quick Silver (Pietro Maximoff)

his cute lil personality

"bet you didn't see that coming?" ackkkk

is a caring sweetheart

like pietro wants nothing but for his sister to be happy and protected

jungwoo makes his members happy

Wong Yukhei/Lucas as Thor

okay so like NCT 2018 Halloween special kind of took over

personality wise, lucas and thor are kind similar(?)

like their sense of humor

thor is lowkey the most laid back avenger despite being a prince

and most of the time i can't take lucas seriously

also another character i was kinda of iffy unsure about

idk maybe its just me but lucas seems like the type that would shy away from responsibilities and his asgard duties as king for something more chill

then again thor did do that soooo...

Lee Minhyung/Mark Lee as Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

do i even need to explain?

lmaoo oki so like i was reading a post about how some people don't like mark

which i lowkey found hard to believe but then it made sense

like no disrespect

anyways I do believe mark is a hard working person and he does try to be humble about it but like also its okay to bathe in the glory and be shameless- then again easier said than done, again no disrespect- i love mork

pure hearted and true to himself

much like peter parker

Xiao Dejun/Xiaojun as Shang Chi (Shaun)

lmaoo man is 1/3 of wayv's walking meme group

every time im on tiktok lmfaoooo

lmao i guess the way i picked theses characters to match the members is based on the relationship the members have soo

lmaoo shaun's relationship with katie reminds me of luxiaodery (is that the correct name for them?... wayv 99 liners)

again hot asf

like imagine xiaojun in the bus fighting scene

Wong Kunhang/Hendery as Ant Man (Scott Lang)

also 1/3 of wayv's walking meme group

man is fxcking hilarious

another "do i even need to explain?"

just makes sense

lmaooo well actually i did consider Star Lord for him

Huang Renjun as Yelena Belova

okay so hear me out

i though of gamora or nebula for him too

lmao he's a tiny lil agressive man

ready to bite at any moment

very deadly

snarky (<< affectionate) and witty like Yelena

"i don't get my period dip shit. i don't have a uterus" *said with a russian (chinese) accent and the fact the renjun doesn't have a uterus*

like that line screams renjun lmfao

Lee Jeno as Black Panther (T'Challa)

RIP to Chadwick Boseman

anyways

when mark graduated from dream *sad noises*

jeno gave me hard leadership vibes

like he filled the role so well without actually filling it

and i've noticed how popular he's become lately with all these stage collabs with other idols

prince king jeno

nice ring to it ;)

sense of what is feels right and does what he believes is right

wants to do well for himself and his members

did consider him for hawkeye and falcon

Lee Donhyuck/Haechan as Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff)

sassy lil birchhh

haechan is a very caring person and althoug sometimes it seems like he's acting a certain way to hide his feelings i do believe he is very emotionally inteliegent- however he is kind of impulsive (emotionally)

reminds me of wanda

powerful bitch, like hello vocals?

fight with so much effort and purpose

needs support and is his members number one supporter

Na Jaemin as Falcon (Sam Wilson)

oki so like

this was also a toughy

consider hawkeye, black panther, winter soldier, dare devil, war machine, and a bunch of other... also docor strange cus mans wanted to be a surgeon if he wasn't an idol lmaooo

but tbh no characters really ever stuck with me for jaemin

he's lowkey someone is doesn't gaf and doesn't want to be here but still knows how to have a good time or make up for time

serious and yet isn't

loyal and supportive to his members

Liu YangYang as Kate Bishop

lmaoo renyang and kate and yelena vibes

like "bro what if i killed you, (renjun/yelena)?"

but like he didn't soo???

lmaooo curious and nosy

liek sticks his nose into everyone's business

whether its for funsies or a mission

but he does well in getting whatever information he needs

gave me loki vibes tho

Osaki Shotaro as Vision

he's so cute ackkk

kind of came off as an awkward lil bean to be but i think that was just because of the language barrier with the other members

but it also a reason why i thought he was a good fit to portray vision

cus they're bother still learning

not afraid to ask questions

supportive and kind of goes along with things

a bit naive and questions his morals or rights and wrongs

fast learner imo

Jung Sungchan as War Machine (James Rhodes)

okai so like

idky but i though he would have been a good match for star lord

kind still iffy ish because is he young and although this is a ff i fell like he would have matched a younger role/character

also thought he would have been a good fit for shuri

can't really say much

i feel bad cus this is a bit more of a last pick

i really did want him to have a character that was more interactive with shotaro since that are really close

also thought of a cloak and dagger duo for sungtaro

again might make dome changes so lmk yall's opinion

like im tryna take this seriously and make it make sense but also im not cus again this is for funsies

Zhong Chenle as Loki

again, im sorry but another "do i even need to explain?"

boy is hella mischievous with that lil smirk he always has

when he messes around with his members, esp jisung

lmao poor jisung

like "oh yall need an illusionist you say? no problem lessgo fuck around with some bad guys"

i know he's supposed to be a lowkey two-faced, flippity floppity bad guy but idc im making him good

cus deep down loki does have a good heart

Park Jisung as Shuri

hear me out

i know he doesn't seem like the brightest but like he really is

and i know yall agree because hacker!jisung?

yeah, that's what i thought bro

considered vison for him too

and kate bishop

and groot- well like a modified hybrid version of him

big brother jeno and little brother jisung duo

yeah

just yeah

periodt

Shohei, Eunseok, and Seunghan

okay so like

im not really sure what marvel characters suit them best

im tryna stray from X-men charcters

but idk might have to make some changes

js that haechan might justbe switched to deadpool cus cmon

and as i was writing this i had a bunch of second thoughts about with members were portraying which characters

im a bit of a perfectionist as you can see

Anyways! thanks for reading this and please feedback is and will always be appreciated! again i apologized for my pace! i am currently on winter break but im working so i haven't had much time to write anything :(.

anyways comment and reblog if you wanna see what i have in mind for other SM Artist and who they'll be portraying!

-lotus

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #kpop #mcu #taeyong #taeil #johnny #yuta #kun #doyoung #ten #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #lucas #mark lee #xiaojun #hendery #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #yangyang #shotaro #sungchan #chenle #park jisung

[grungnr]

4 am vibezzzzzz

monsune - outta my mind

cecilia condit – possibly in michigan

billie eilish - idontwannabeyouanymore

crumb - locket

jack stauber - baby hotline

monsune - nothing in return

dayglow - can i call you tonight?

kane strang - my smile is extinct

rex orange county - sunflower

jack stauber - oh klahoma

billie eilish - you should see me in a crown

samm henshaw - broke

will joseph cook - girls like me

half-alive - still feel.

yungblud - parents

lauv/troye sivan - tired of love songs

troye sivan - talk me down

seventeen - change up

coin - talk too much

easy life - nightmares

phum viphurit - loverboy

missio - everybody gets high

alfie templeman - stop thinking

seventeen - good to me

will joseph cook - take me dancing

anarbor - 18

yungblud - medication

jeremy zucker - comethru

godford - downtown

the unlikely candidates - novacaine

will joseph cook - be around me

charli xcx - boys

lauv - i like me better

borns - electric love

exo - going crazy

billie eilish - copycat

ashnikko - diasy

yungblud - loner

fazerdaze - lucky girl

jawny - honeypie

seventeen - network love

circa waves - sad happy

japanese breakfast - boyish

exo - sweet lies

suggi - i'm always sad cause i'm ugly

mormor - heaven's only wishful

wayv - say it

between friends - affection

heartless bastards - only for you

mild orange - freak in me

tahiti 80 - hurts

maye - tu

wallows - these days

men i trust - show me how

hey violet - better by myself

tkay maidza - you sad

rina sawayama - xs

nct - lips

audrey nuna - damn right

rei ami - snow cone

beabadoobee - if you want to

yaeji - raingurl

princess nokia - tomboy

ateez - desire

eliot lee - pink (freak)

nct - love song

girli - hot mess

rico nasty - smack a bitch

cyn - i'll still have me

charlotte lawrence - why do you love me?

conan gray - generation why

taeyong - long flight

d.o - that's okay

clairo - pretty girl

benee - supalonely

ruel - painkiller

dean - instagram

zico - she's a baby

ricky montgomery - mr loverman

oliver tree - alien boy

cavetown - boys will be bugs right?

rex orange county - loving is easy

nct - love me now

lorn - acid rain

joji - in tongues (the whole thing idc)

andrew huang - stars

the academic - fake id

blackbear - idfc

gnash - ilusm

keshi - over u

james bay - hold back the river

rei brown - is it too late?

seventeen - trauma

samsa - tinder samurai

arctic monkeys - mardy bum

exo - stronger

sir chloe - michelle

kali uchis - dead to me

ama lou - northside

raveena - honey

tom oddel - another love

lay - honey

yeule - pixel affection

hey violet - guys my age

james bay - let it go

exo - universe

hozier - take me to church (+ the neon jungle cover)

neon jungle - brave heart

placebo - i feel you

ash - girl from mars

atlas - you are my world

fats'e - dissociate

blur - she's so high

david bowie - heroes

exo - heaven

fleetwood mac - little lies

jackson wang - oxygen

placebo - post blue

shinigami - shooting stars

sigrid - high fives

thin lizzy - dancing in the moonlight

caleb belkin - i fall in love too easily

burbank - sorry i like you

david bowie - life on mars

no vacation - lovefool

mia rodrigez - psycho

yezi - 미묘

tessa violet - crush

stoned jesus - i'm the mountain

omori - pure imagination

drenge - fuckabout

radiohead - no surprises

semisonic - secret smile

taeyong - long flight

still woozy - goodie bag

the regrettes - seashore

jordan suaste - body

deathbyromy - problems

au/ra - panic room

weathers - happy pills

hayley kyoko - girls like girls

yungblud - kill somebody

conan gray - maniac

5sos - teeth

brye - lemons

june - a little messed up

ic3peak - Плак-Плак

loren - empty trash

eaj - pacman

rich brian - history

rich brian and eaj - love in my pocket

eden - sex

wonho - open mind

jet - are you gonna be my girl

forrest - your soul

hope tala - cherries

bea miller - that bitch

kesha - woman

lola blanc - angry too

loveleo - boyfren

sakima - daddy

teddy hyde - sex with a ghost

mad tsai - boy bi

blackbear - do re mi

remi wolf - photo id

saint motel - my type

mike posner - cooler than me

p!nk - funhouse

bruno mars - that's what i like

sitcom – still life

the scary jokes – icicles

#ive found this in the notes app #it was the only thing there #please enjoy #idk what was going on or when was this compiled #music #playlist #4 am things

[rikiblues]

completely oblivious

featuring. nct mark lee x fem!oc contents. riordanverse!au, fluff, some mentions of war and violence, set during the last few chapters of blood of olympus

playlist. attention, kep1er word count: 2269

note. written for an event by decelis_acvdemy on wattpad.

Nora is pretty sure that Mark should have gotten the hint by now. Unfortunately, Mark's either too chicken or completely oblivious. The worst part is that she can't even decide what it is that makes him immune to the fact she very clearly likes him, because Mark Lee is just that good at either being oblivious or acting oblivious.

Maybe this would have been easier if she were a daughter of Aphrodite, but Nora's mom happens to be Hecate and though magic comes to her naturally, love magic isn't exactly a thing. Well, it is. It's in Aphrodite's area of expertise, and though trying to convince a kid from the love goddess's cabin to help is extremely tempting (perhaps getting one of them to charmspeak him?) she is also a girl of morals. Tricking her crush into this isn't something she thinks is exactly a good thing to do.

For a whole year, Nora's been pining after the Apollo camper like a lovesick schoolgirl, which she technically is. She only ever sees him during the summer since she lives right here in New York and Mark flies in from Canada every July, but she thinks about him all the time anyway. She suspects it will only get worse when Mark moves to New York for college like he says he will.

Because then, since they are actually good friends, they won't have a proper excuse to not see each other, especially because neither of them plan to stay at Camp Half-Blood as counsellors. Mark says that he would do it, but he wants to focus on university and anyway, they're with Will Solace; they're in good hands. Nora loves her siblings and all, but if she stayed on a counsellor she might just go mad. Lou Ellen will manage fine.

But for now, Nora is more focusing on the battlefield before her. Over the last few days and nights, they've managed to clear most of it with the help of the Romans, who were surprisingly efficient. She and the other Greek campers have been tasked with helping the Apollo kids, from both camps, attend to the casualties in pairs. As luck would have it, Nora and Mark are paired together. She makes a note to throttle Will for the smirk he gives them when he assigns them, even in the rush of the aftermath.

There weren't as bad as they feared, thankfully; but there were some pretty nasty sights. Like the one kid who showed up with a poisoned slash to the thigh from a stray arrow.

"I thought it would be fine!" the poor boy, barely nine, sobbed when Mark scolded him for not going to see one of the medics sooner. "I didn't know that it was poisoned!"

Thankfully, with the help of Nora's flashy magic displays of lights and sounds, the work was done. Though not without plenty of screaming and crying in intermittent fits. Nora hasn't been at camp for that much longer than some of the newbies, but she's already seen enough sights to last her a lifetime.

Currently, Mark is attending to a girl with a broken leg, trying to tell her that he's going to have it set it before he can do anything about. The girl doesn't seem to like that idea, though, fearing it more than the monsters that she fought not too long ago. How she managed to break her leg after the actual battle ended, Nora doesn't know, but she takes it upon herself to distract the girl with a game of 'got your nose,' a trick she learned very recently from Lou Ellen. While she's distracted by that, Mark grabs her shin and snaps the bone back into place in one fluid move.

The resultant scream is not pleasant in the slightest.

At least she hobbles off peacefully without getting mad at them with the help of friends. Nora really wants to count her blessings after all the insanity that she's witnessed this week. Mark has hardly had time to breathe for the last few days and it's only today that both he and Nora have noticed the flow of patients decreasing.

"I'm absolutely beat," Mark sighs, throwing himself perhaps irresponsibly on the white-sheeted bed. He does deserve a break, having worked nonstop right through breakfast and lunch today; at least Nora managed to get him to eat something. "This, kids, is why wars are not good for your health."

Nora snorts. "I doubt it's good for the world's health either," she says. "Not that it ever stopped anyone. That guy leading the Romans? He was probably the craziest crazy I've ever seen. They're glad he's gone, really."

"Be glad you weren't alive in the time of the Roman emperors, then," Mark flashes that smile at her. His big eyes make him look unfairly cute. "You'd be in a daily bloodbath, and I don't think the look would suit you."

"Neither would it suit you," Nora retaliates. "I am a warrior and you are, um...the cute healer slash singer." She pauses. "Not that it's all you are."

It's only after that she realizes exactly what she just said, but Mark either doesn't notice, or doesn't care. "Maybe it would suit me," he challenges. "Maybe the bloodthirsty grin and manic eyes look would make me hot or something."

"I can't see that happening with you," Nora shakes her head. "Absolutely not."

"Hey, are you saying I'm not a warrior?"

"Maybe," she waves a hand and concentrates. A second later, Mark's hair—a dyed, dark shade of blue—turns into a bloodred. "Look at your reflection, then."

Mark gets to his feet, makes his way to the window, the glass reflecting his appearance as it's dark outside and the infirmary is lit with bright lights, and surveys his new hair—by now, he's used to Nora pulling harmless tricks on him like that with her magic.

"Hm," he decides, "I don't think this is a look for me."

"Are you kidding? You're totally rocking that look," Nora says. "You look good in just about anything, I've told you before." Belatedly, her cheeks warm up at the words she's just spilling out as if Mark is—Mark is her boyfriend, or something. It's unfair how much she lets down her guard around him, but she supposes that says something for just how much she trusts him.

"You're biased," Mark giggles—actually giggles, what the hell. It's pure and adorable, just like Mark (minus the pure part. The boy is definitely not pure), and let Nora restate it: it's unfair. It's absolutely unfair that one boy can make her feel so many things at once.

"Of course, I am," she raises her eyebrow, acting as if the statement can't have double meanings. "A biased opinion is still one you should trust, y'know."

"Sure, sure," Mark rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Whatever you say. Get the color off, I actually want to go to the campfire tonight."

"You're exhausted."

"But in the mood for a little fun." He frowns. "Well? The color?"

"Oh, no. You're keeping the color," Nora grins evilly, and skips out of the door before he can lunge for her. It's all in good fun, of course, because what are friends for if not for making fun of each other? Just that she wishes it wasn't the label of friends.

***

Since the Romans are leaving camp tomorrow, the campfire is by far one of the greatest Nora has ever been at. There's plenty of fun to be had, Greek and Roman-style. It's too comical to watch some of the more straightlaced Romans jump around singing some of the usual campfire songs. Even their praetor, whom Nora has been told wasn't too eager at the idea of war, seemed to have a lot of fun—and the friendship she's extending to every single one of them makes her feel all warm and fuzzy.

"It's always nice to be wanted and appreciated," as Mark says.

When most of the campers retire to their cabin, and the Romans to the makeshift camp, Nora asks Mark to sit with her by the dying embers of the campfire. Their clothes are no doubt going to smell of woodsmoke, and the dull yet warm orange glow of the still-hot embers and coals aren't enough to properly see anything, but it's mostly secluded. And it's peaceful in a way nothing has been for a long time.

"So." Nora picks up a stray leaf from the ground and tosses it into the coals, where she watches it shrivel up. "How are you feeling? All fun-ed out?"

"That's not a real word," Mark notes in amusement.

"Yes, Professor," Nora tosses another leaf, but at him this time. "Answer me?"

"Completely exhausted, but happy," Mark answers, throwing it back at her. She doesn't throw it again, and lets it settle in the small space between them. "Remember how we were convinced we were going to die?"

"Hard not to."

"Well, we're alive and well, most of us," he says, "and things eventually worked out. I'm sure that at least for the time being, we're going to be fine."

"For the time being. That's what I mean." She draws circles in the soil. "Demigods never catch a break, Mark. I'm kind of tired already, just listening to the stories of the war the long-time campers had with Kronos. I don't want to think about what else we're going to get ourselves into."

"So don't," Mark shrugs. "That's a problem for the future, whether it's the near or far-off future. Why not just enjoy this moment? Just us being alive and together?"

Nora's heart thuds inside her chest. "That's an optimistic way of looking at things," she chooses to say instead of commenting on the last part of his response.

"I wouldn't have made it this far if not," he smiles. "It hasn't been easy trying to relocate my entire life over here, you know. Half my family is mad I'm not moving to Korea like they want me to."

"Why?"

"Something about how I'm too Americanized, or whatever. They said if I can get into a fancy New York university I can damn well get into one of the top Korean ones. Not that I'm paying them much attention. My mom just wants me to be happy, so."

"You're Canadian. How does—never mind, I know how relatives can be."

"Didn't you once say something about how you like my Canadian accent?" Mark teases. "Don't you like it anymore?"

"I like perfectly fine," Nora huffs. "I'm just used to it. It always fades a little by the end of the summer, did you know that? I guess it'll start going away for good when you do move here. I'll like having you here more often."

"I'm not too fussed about that," Mark says. "And I'll be glad to see you more, too."

There's a lull in the conversation, one in which they just watch the embers die down in slow surety. Nora doesn't know if it's awkward or comfortable. Definitely somewhere in between. Mark doesn't seem to notice, absently drawing patterns in the soil. Is Mark really that oblivious, or does he pretend he doesn't know?

"Hey, Mark," she says quietly. "Are you just pretending to be oblivious, like you're really not aware of this all?"

Mark looks at her, questioning. "Of what?"

Well, there's no going back now. "Everybody says it's obvious that we like each other," she mumbles. "And how you most definitely have at least an idea, and I think so, too."

"People don't really decide your feelings, Nora," Mark points out.

"No," she agrees. "Except, I..." her voice drops even further. "I really do like you and I've been a little obvious about it. I say these things and it's like you don't even notice."

Mark blinks. "I thought I was hearing the things you said in the way I wanted to hear it and not the way you actually meant them."

"What?"

His ears are tinged red. "If this is your way of confessing to me, I like you too," he says in a small voice, like he's afraid to get hit or reprimanded. "I keep ignoring those things you say because I don't think you can't possibly mean them in a platonic way."

"I don't mean them in a platonic way," Nora blurts. "Far from it."

"Oh," Mark says, blinking rapidly. Then, slowly, a slightly awkward smile creeps up his face and it seems so genuine that Nora is smiling stupidly, too. "Well..."

"What?" she asks, feeling extremely stupid and dumb.

"What does this mean?" he gestures between them, looking anywhere but her. "Like...I know we like each other, but. What does this make us?"

"I guess we're dating, then?" Nora tries.

"Dating," Mark echoes. He nods. Looks at her. "Okay. I like that."

"Okay," she repeats, and impulsively, she reaches over and takes his hand, blushing like mad. She blushes a lot easier than Mark because her skin is a lot lighter, and he doesn't make fun of her for it, the way some others do. "We're dating."

Silence falls between them again, but this time, it's laced with a quiet giddiness between them, and Mark shuffles closer. She doesn't fight it when he tentatively wraps an arm around her. Both are aware that they're going to be in trouble for staying out past lights-out, but neither of them can find it in themselves to move from their position.

It's just their own little pocket of peacefulness in the middle of chaotic world.

#mark lee #nct dream #nct 127 #fanfic #crossover #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #fluff #friends to lovers #confessions

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Covalence [Ch. 2]

University AU

TW/CW: Language, Mentions of a Previous Toxic Relationship (Lack of Trust), House Parties, Drinking/Drunk Behavior

Pairing: Qian Kun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

(Y/N) Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 5.7K

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Notes: This fic has been here for a while but I've decided to break this up into chapters since I had a couple of people say they prefer it as opposed to a full fic for pacing reasons, but just for y'all I'll include the link to the full fic! I hope you all enjoy! That and I also want to get some traction on the blog again hehe

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in or condone these actions. I would never wish any of these actions to occur to the Idol(s) mentioned in the writings of these stories, nor do I wish any harm on them.

II. Friends 

One drink soon became many, and even sooner you bought his coffee as well. It got to the point where you knew each other’s coffee orders. You took yours simply, light sugar, medium creamer, and in medium roast. His was a bit more complicated, no sugar, light creamer, two pumps of hazelnut, and dark roast. And both of your preferred sizes depended on how long you stayed up the night before, and as of late they’ve all been larges.

It was nice, whoever got to Coffee Bean first would buy the other’s drink, which soon became a little competition between the two of you. It would get especially amusing when you’d both walk out at the same time and sprint to the cafe, and it even got to a point that the baristas would run bets on who would make it first. Although it must have been strange to see two students bolting from a lecture hall and across campus but, certainly, somewhat entertaining regardless. The first time this happens, you’ll admit, the sudden realization of everyone in the cafe staring at you was embarrassing, but when Kun simply laughed it off it was like nothing else mattered.

The world was looking a little brighter, you thought, but surely that was just because it was beginning to warm up again, nothing more. But how could that have been possible? It was nearing the winter season, if anything, it should’ve been the opposite. Then again, whenever you would look up all you’d see is clear skies and a bright sun despite the nearing end of the year.

You would also say that you were happy with how this friendship continued on, branching out past the original defining similarity of O-Chem and intertwining with other interests like music, cooking, television shows, video games, and so on. You both even started meeting in other places aside from the cafe, which originated when Coffee Bean was simply filled to the brim and forced the both of you to seek elsewhere for a functional electrical socket, a surprisingly rare occurrence in such a large campus, and a passable amount of shade. Sometimes, when you met up, you wouldn’t even be working on O-Chem, sometimes you’d both just sit together and enjoy each other’s company. Or work on another class, and oftentimes you would end up helping each other regardless.

He learned that you had big dreams for breaking through in the medical field, but under that, you had a secret desire to explore the world. But again, you knew that it wouldn’t pay the bills alone.

You learned that although he’s a neuroscience major, he truly found his passion with his minor in music, he was looking to become a producer, but he knew that it wouldn’t pay the bills alone.

You were his certified beta listener when it came to his assignments and he was your certified work-checker when it came to classes. It was a rather symbiotic relationship, each person benefitting from the other. You had to admit that your grades have been on a steady incline since your friendship with Kun started. It was something you were thankful for, and you had hoped that he could say the same, not that you’d ever ask. Your pride was a fragile characteristic of yours, and you weren’t ready to risk more embarrassment than you already had.

You never really noticed how long it’s been since the start of this friendship until you realized that finals were a mere two weeks away. With study groups suddenly getting serious and study guides being thrown left and right, you found yourself staying up later and later than usual to get caught up with all the work you had mistakenly left for the end of the quarter, something you promised yourself to never do again but here you were. Doing Biology homework that should’ve been done on Week 2. When you felt the table wobble slightly, you looked up and waved hello to your newfound friend.

“Ah, Kun! Funny running into you here,” you exaggerated in a friendly manner when Kun sat across from you.

“Come here often?” He easily matched the tone while he placed his laptop on the table.

“Ahh, you brought the chunky one today.”

“Sadly, yes, and my back certainly made that clear,” Kun laughs. He took the coffee next to yours and chugged it down.

“Long night?”

“You don’t even want to know,” he rolled his eyes. “God, I could pass out right now,” he shakes his head and opens his laptop.

Kun had two laptops, one specifically for music and another specifically for school, the “chunky one,” as you put it, was for music, he got it broken and second hand then had Yangyang, a mutual friend you both surprisingly had, repair it instead of investing into a completely new one. Though you found it as redundant, you understood it from a storage viewpoint. Also, although you’d love to think about the initial shock that was Yangyang running into both of you at this cafe and him getting excited that two of his friends knew each other, you were a bit busy at the moment with the mind boggling mix of phylogenies and punnet squares in the document in front of you.

“Here, listen to this,” he passes his headphones to you and you placed it over your ears without another word, taking a sip from your coffee while waiting for him to play the song. In a few moments, you heard a sweet tune start to play. It started with a simple piano and it soon grew to include more instruments as the melodic ballad played.

Now you didn’t know much about music, you were, at the very least, a casual listener. And despite making that clear to Kun, he only stressed why your input was more than necessary as a ‘casual listener.’ And he had a point, when people listen to music, who is the general audience? The great majority are people who casually listen, people who don’t exactly have a trained ear to piece together the sentiment behind a score. You had always applauded Kun for being able to perfectly capture and display the story of a piece with or without lyrics, and you had always been proud that you got the message every time.

But this piece was different, you were having a hard time reading it. It’s not that it wasn’t pleasing to the ear, it was quite the opposite actually. But you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it is that he’s going for, and yet at the same time you didn’t want it to end. He was preoccupied with texting someone, so you could probably sneakily rewind the track to the beginning. Slowly moving your hand up to the right side of the headphones, your fingers just barely grazed the replay button when Kun looked up at you and raised an eyebrow, wordlessly signaling that he is fully aware of what it was that you were planning, and you slowly moved your hand back down, listening to the rest of the track. As soon as it was finished, you took the headphones off and nodded.

“Sounds great,” you affirmed. Kun had slight suspicion in his eyes, but nodded regardless. “Great enough for me to want to play it again if you didn’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

“That look, Kun.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the amused smirk contradicted his words and your jaw dropped slightly. “But, aside from my apparently famous “look…” What do you think it’s about?”

“Hmm,” this was normal for him to ask. He always said that if someone who wasn’t in the music program could interpret the song then the score would be finished. “It’s a ballad.”

“It is.”

“No lyrics yet.”

“Not yet, Dejun’s been busy.”

“It feels kind of… nostalgic? Is that the right word for it?”

“Sure, we’ll go with it,” he drinks more of his coffee and scrolls through the score. “What else?”

“I feel like it’s a kind of song that would be addressed to…” you trailed off, trying to think of the right words to describe it. You pursed your lips slightly, going through a list of nouns in your head to finish the sentence, but regardless, none of them truly fit except for one that you just couldn’t feel confident in. You figured that more of the song fit the nostalgic element, leaving something you once loved behind. But what it was that was left behind is something that you just couldn’t understand.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” He instantly turned his attention to you.

“No! It’s embarrassing,” you laughed, realizing that it must’ve been easily read on your forehead how hard you were thinking about the meaning of the score.

“Are you sure about that?” He pries.

You wanted to say that it was about lost love, that’s the vibes that you got from it. But at the same time, you felt like it wasn’t exactly there. You couldn’t exactly feel that from the score, but you knew that was what he was going for. You couldn’t exactly explain it, well, you could, kind of. It felt like a song you would’ve listened to when you and your ex broke up, at least. But at the same time it was just missing something. Maybe it was because you just hated your ex, so you couldn’t really relate to a song that was a callback to the old days of a relationship, or maybe there was some aspect about it that was missing from the already beautiful score.

“I was going to say childhood lost,” you cooled yourself down and went back to your notes. You figured you’d go for the safer and less embarrassing interpretation.

“Is that so? I’m going to have to rework it then,” he bit the inside of his cheek and went to the beginning.

“How come?” You asked.

“The assignment was to make a breakup song, ironically,” Kun answered absently.

Well, turns out your initial thoughts were correct after all.

“Let me guess, you’ve never been in a relationship?” You teased.

“No, actually,” he admitted. You nearly choked on your coffee. Now you’ve known Kun long enough, you’d think, he was an attractive person with an equally attractive personality, you were surprised that he wasn’t taken, or ever taken at all, to be honest.

“Well, you’re not missing out on anything,” you scoffed thinking about your ex. Your phone buzzed on the table and Kun naturally looked at it, as most people do when a phone goes off, but you were quick to flip it over, and maybe too harshly at that. Perhaps it was some kind of reflex from your last relationship. “Oh, sorry,” you cleared your throat.

“No, no, it’s fine, I don’t know why I looked anyway,” Kun had on an awkward smile.

“No, really, I was a bit brash. I’m just, I don’t like it when people try to look… at my phone…” your voice faded off as you realized how ridiculous each word that came out of your mouth was. “Wow, that sounded ridiculous,” you snickered to yourself.

“Oh, no, not at all! I get it, I have a friend who’s the same way,” Kun explains. “If you don’t mind me asking, is that just a you thing or…?” You could tell that he meant well.

“My ex used to demand that he was allowed to go through my phone whenever he wanted, and after I denied him so many times he got impatient and just did it while I was asleep. So I guess my trust issues when it comes to my phone are some kind of residual effect of that,” you answered him easily, again, you’ve known each other long enough to be somewhat comfortable with things like this. “Oh, don’t worry about it, though! I’ve effectively cut him out of my life,” you reassured him.

“Oh, okay, I was about to say you should be more careful… people like that tend to try to stick around,” Kun says. “I’d know from a similar experience,” he mentions. You chose not to continue that conversation.

“Before I forget,” you reached into your bag and pulled out a small box, holding it out to him with an expectant look.

“What’s this for? My birthday isn’t for another month and a half, you know,” he takes the small box and shakes it gently.

“Just a thank you for that time in the convenience store,” you whistled. Embarrassingly enough, you never really remembered that it was him who paid for your friend’s latte until recently, when your friend was borderline blackout drunk and telling you how thankful she was for you buying her things while she was running late. The spiel she continuously rambled on about brought back the previously insignificant memory to you, and you had become horribly self-conscious at the thought that Kun most likely remembered it when you didn’t.

“Oh really? I thought you forgot about that,” he joked with you.

“Ugh, I knew you’d remember,” you pouted slightly and he laughed a bit louder, still aware of the other cafe goers.

“I just figured that you were in such a rush that you didn’t notice,” he opens the box and pulls out a small pin. It was a standard black music note, an eighth note if we’re getting technical, that had a thin gold border around it.

“I know, I know, it’s not much, and it’s kind of lame, but I never properly thanked you for helping me out that day. I figured that since you love music so much, and you have a tendency to kind of neglect your natural musical talent when you get stressed out, maybe you needed a reminder every now and then. I didn’t want to get you anything too flashy, so when I saw that simple one I thought, ‘Oh! Kun would love this!’ and I bought it right away.”

“I love it, thank you, (Y/N),” he pins it onto his backpack right away, and although you felt some strange feeling of exhilaration in your chest, you brushed it off to be that normal feeling of gratification when someone accepts your gift, especially when you’ve put much thought into it.

As you and Kun continued to have your weekly meetups, which quickly became more frequent than once a week, you could say that you were confident in the friendship that was blooming, it was one that you welcomed if anything. You both even started branching out to other areas aside from the cafe, just to shake things up a bit, you know? Soon, face to face conversations became texts, texts became phone calls, and phone calls became face times. The two of you got closer every day.

“Hey!” One morning, your friend stopped you. “I got invited to a party yesterday, and I can bring a plus one, wanna come?” She asks. You thought about it for a minute, you were never the type to go to things like these. But, then again, you also haven’t relaxed and let loose for a while. Your friend was kind enough to ask, so who were you to turn her down? She probably just wanted you to relax a little, and you couldn’t fault her for that.

“Sure. I’m down.”

It turned out to be one of those “end-of-the-quarter-but-before-finals” parties. You just wanted to have some fun for once without having to worry about anything else, really. You could always study for those exams when you got home and had time to clear your mind. Though you had to admit you were more of a wallflower when it came to these, you weren’t one to really get into the party, tended to stay away from the mosh pits and the clouds of smoke, but you also weren’t the kind to just watch what was going on. As long as you stuck by your friend, it would be fine, you figured. It’s not that you weren’t a social person, per se, it was just that the odds of ever seeing these people again were nearly zero to none, why waste the effort?

But you did keep your drinking to a minimum, you still had to walk home, and it’s dangerous at night. You’ll never forgive your parents for drilling into your head that you didn’t need a car since you lived so close to campus. Pepper spray can only get you so far if you weren’t careful. You checked the time on your phone, it had already gotten late, fifteen to midnight, aka there was a  90% chance of you getting kidnapped if you left alone right now.

“So, yeah, I’m not really sure how we should—” you looked up to your friend to ask her what she thought was the best option to get home, only to realize that your friend was missing. The empty spot where she once stood led to the noticeable red rising up your face, how long had she been gone? You must’ve looked insane talking to yourself. You leaned against the wall with a huff, looking around the room for where the drunk as fuck girl could have gone, but instead, your eyes caught a different familiar face.

“Kun?” You walked up to him and shook his shoulder. Another person approached you.

“Hey, do you know him?” He asks. You were fully ready to tell him to back off if he made a move on you, wouldn’t have been the first time someone tried to take you into a private room at this party.

“Yeah, we’re in O-Chem together,” you explained.

“Oh, hey, nice to meet you. I’m Sicheng,” he introduces. Something told you he wasn’t going to try to shoot his shot, which you greatly appreciated after having to tell six other guys to fuck off in the last hour alone. “I’m sorry to ask you this, but could you bring him back to his place? I’d do it myself, but I’ve got… other things to deal with…” He gestures towards the two drunk boys dancing on the countertop to whatever trashy beats the DJ was playing. Next to them you watched your friend walk into the hallway with her ex-boyfriend, and admittedly the two had a notorious on and off relationship, and you had to weigh your options. Next to you was a passed out Kun, probably drunk out of his mind if he fell asleep here, and across the room was your friend looking like she was having the time of her life.

Well, she’d probably tell you to go with the former option, actually has before in different contexts, you knew which one you had to do the most.

“Oh, yeah, I can do that. Good luck with whatever that is,” you said. He handed you the keys and airdropped you the address.

“Thanks, I owe you a ton,” he says. “Yangyang! Hendery! Get off the table!” He shouts, walking up to them. You sighed and held onto the keys tightly, shaking Kun’s shoulder to try to get him to wake up.

“Kun. Kun, let’s get you home. Come on, now,” you said softly. He stirred slightly, but remained passed out.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Sicheng comes back. You look over his shoulder and see that Yangyang and Hendery were back on the floor, still drunk, and still dancing, but at least safer.

“Yeah, thanks,” you both slung one of Kun’s arms over your shoulders and started to make your way through the party. Right as you turned a corner you ran straight into someone and, after stumbling slightly and with the help of Sicheng, you were luckily able to prevent Kun from falling at the expense of your now drenched shirt.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” the man in front of you was quick to react, stepping away from you and giving you your space.

“Don’t worry about it, I was just on my way out,” you waved your hand in front of you.

“Oh, shit, what happened to Kun?” The man turned his attention to the half-asleep man in between you and Sicheng.

“Drunk himself to sleep,” Sicheng rolled his eyes. “That’s Ten, by the way, (Y/N). Man of the hour,” Sicheng introduced the two of you.

“So this is (Y/N)? Kun talks about you a lot,” Ten had a drunken smile on his face, and you had no clue how to interpret that.

“All good things, I hope,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Only good things,” Sicheng reassures you.

“Too many good things,” Ten winks at you. “Though, if you’re looking for someone funner than Mr. Supposed-To-Be-Our-Designated-Driver-But-He-Accidentally-Drank-Hendery’s-Jungle-Juice here,” Ten poked Kun’s forehead but he remained semi-asleep.

“Hendery made that? It doesn’t even look drinkable,” Sicheng grimaces.

“Yes, I will admit I failed our younger friend in that sense, but nothing practice can’t fix,” Ten sighs and drapes himself along the wall.

“Right, (Y/N) here is going to drop Kun off at his place for me,” Sicheng explains.

“Oh yeah?” Ten raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, because if I left the other five of you here alone I’m pretty sure we’d have to run from the cops again.”

“Fair enough,” Ten nods.

“Right then,” Sicheng clears his throat.

“Why’d I know that Kun was going to be a lightweight?” Ten rolled his eyes. “Looks like you’ve got him handled, anyway, Dejun’s yelling at my house plants again so I should stop him before he does anything stupider. Be careful, it’s late out,” Ten walked past you and into the room next to you, muffled shouts came from within but you had more pressing matters to take care of. You both dragged him out of the house and out into the cold winter night.

“His car’s that one over there,” Sicheng nods his head in the direction of it and you both made it there. You unlocked his car and Sicheng pushed Kun into the passenger’s seat. “Thanks again, I had no clue that Kun wasn’t good a drinking. If I knew I wouldn’t have pressured him into coming with us. He just seemed so tense lately, so me and the guys figured he could take a break. Plus I’m afraid of what might happen if we just left him alone in there…”

“Oh, it’s all good, I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.”

“Sounds great, thanks,” Sicheng waves at you. “I’m going to get back before the others break something.”

“For sure, bye,” you watched him leave before entering the car yourself.

You pulled out of the house’s street and listened to the directions from your phone. You drove slowly, whether that was because you yourself had minimal alcohol in your system or if it was because Kun as asleep next to you, you had no clue. Well, it was more likely because of the sticky… whatever that was dripping down your black shirt, good thing you didn’t opt for white tonight, you couldn’t wait to get home and wash it off. Eventually, after what you felt like was double the expected time, you pulled up to the apartment and now came the harder part.

You ended up trying to wake him up again, and when he finally opened his eyes you didn’t ignore how they were slightly glossed over.

“Kun, we’re here at your apartment now, let’s get you to bed,” you explained to him.

“Ten?”

“(Y/N),” you corrected him.

“Oh, (Y/N), what are you doing here?” You helped him out of the car and slung his arm over your shoulder again, walking over to the elevator. “Oh… would you look at that,” his words were slightly slurred.

“Talk about luck,” you read through the ‘Out of Service’ sign again just in case you read it wrong the first time. “Is there another elevator we could take?” You asked, not really wanting to walk up the dauntingly steep stairs. He shook his head and you resigned yourself to your fate.

“Alright then, one step at a time,” you didn’t know if that motivation was for you or for him, but you began to slowly guide him up the concrete staircase. You both stumbled a few times, but not enough to fall down. You make it to the apartment unscathed, and he opens it himself. It was then, when you saw the clock inside, that you realized how late it had gotten, and how your apartment was on the whole other side of campus. It was dangerous right now, but you didn’t really have a choice.

You led him inside to make sure he doesn’t slip and hit his head anywhere, and you let him collapse on his bed while you looked around to see if he had any Advil and water to leave out for him tomorrow. If he was this drunk he was going to need it. You were surprised that you’ve never been here, actually, he’s been to your apartment a number of times already. You shook that thought out of your head when you finally found the medicine cabinet.

You finally found what you were looking for and placed it onto his nightstand. You were about to walk off when you noticed something attached to the lampshade, it really only caught your eye because of the way the moonlight reflected off of it, but you were surprised to see it. You grazed your finger over the small music note pin softly. Next to the lamp was another surprising keepsake of his, at first glance you would’ve thought it was trash, but when you flipped it over your messy handwriting was the first thing you saw, you didn’t expect him to keep this at all. But you found the gesture to be sweet, one thing you learned about Kun was that he always appreciated the smaller things.

You grabbed your bag, pulling your pepper spray out to have it ready, and you were about to leave when Kun reached out and grasped onto your wrist gently. You almost pepper sprayed him out of shock, but thankfully you had forgotten to unlock the darn thing before you brandished it.

Yeah, he doesn’t need to know about that any time soon.

“It’s late right now,” his words weren’t as slurred as earlier, but they had a rather lazy tone to them instead. “You should stay the night.”

He had a point.

“No, I couldn’t impose,” you insisted and tried to pull away, but Kun tugged you back slightly.

“I’d never forgive myself if anything happened on your way back. This area’s dangerous at night…” he continued. You immediately thought back to what you saw while driving over here, it was a known fact that, despite how prestigious your university was, the neighborhoods around it weren’t as… safe.

“Yeah, you’re right. Fine,” you conceded. You had to admit that part of you wanted to stay anyway, it was only your upbringing that held you back.

He pulls himself off of the bed, shaking his head slowly to regain his senses, and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a shirt and joggers then handing them to you.

“Sorry, they’re going to be big, but it’s better than wearing your clothes from earlier,” you could tell that he was slightly sobering up, but not enough to be fully aware of what was going on, you think. You didn’t think he was conscious when you ran into Ten but he was always one the surprise you.

“It’s good, I’ll take the couch.”

“No, no, I can’t let you do that. I’ll sleep there, you take the bed. It’s better for your back.”

“Alright, whatever you say, Kun,” you didn’t feel like arguing. You went to the bathroom and changed into the loose fitting clothes, you didn’t want to bother him about showering so you did the next best thing and used the basin instead, you could pay him back for all the paper towels you used later. Once you were finished, you walked back out only to find that he had ended up passed out on the bed anyway, and you definitely didn’t have the motivation to wake him up for a third time tonight, so you defaulted back to your previous plan. “And, to the couch I go.”

You didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, even though you’ve both known each other for quite some time now, you didn’t know where you stood with him. So you curled up on the surprisingly comfortable couch and knocked out.

When you had woken up yourself you had already noticed hushed sounds coming from the kitchen, alongside the unmistakable aroma of pancakes, you could tell that he was probably trying his best to stay quiet so as to not wake you up. You were surprised that Kun had woken up before you, considering how out of it he was last night, but at least you knew he was okay now. You combed your hand through your messy hair and walked into the bathroom, putting on the same clothes from yesterday and folding the ones you had borrowed. Then, you walked into the kitchen right as he plated the eggs and pancakes.

“Hey, good morning,” he greeted. There was something about him that early in the day that made your heart drum against your chest.

“Hi,” you waved your hand slowly. You took a seat at the table and he put two plates down. Maybe it was your slightly buzzed brain but you couldn’t stop glancing over at him, there was something about him that you didn’t notice before.

“Sorry, I don’t remember much last night, did something happen?” There was a bit of worry in his voice.

“Nope, you just passed out after drinking too much then your friend asked me to take you back here,” you explained.

“Which friend?”

“Sicheng, I think his name was.”

“Oh, that’s it?” He sat down and put a hand against his head, you could tell he was trying hard to remember what happened last night.

“Yeah, aside from the fact that the host Ten ran into me and spilled whatever concoction that jungle juice was all over me… But yeah, don’t worry about it, Kun, you’re lucky you have such good friends,” you said with a smile. “Honestly, my friends probably would’ve left me passed out,” you finished with a tired laugh.

“Some friends.”

“Right?” You both fell to silence while you finished up breakfast. “Well, I should probably get back to my place now,” you cleared your throat and grabbed your purse from the seat next to you.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Kun grabbed the plates and placed them in the sink before following you to the front.

“Thanks for the breakfast, Kun,” you didn’t know what else to say in this situation really. But, part of you wanted to cross that line, the point of no return. Maybe you should say something? Maybe you should try taking things one step further with Kun. You could comfortably say that, despite how awkward this morning has been, you’ve actually never felt more, well, comfortable.

“Wait,” he stopped you. You’d never say this aloud, let alone tell anyone this, but you were secretly hoping that he was thinking the same as you.

“Hmm?”

Neither of you knew this, but your thoughts were synced, you both thought of the same thing at this very moment, you both wanted the same thing, but you were both too scared to say anything.

“Do you want me to drive you home? I think you mentioned something about your apartment being on the other side of campus.”

You didn’t know what he was going to say but you really weren’t expecting that. You weren’t disappointed, no way, if anything you were grateful that he offered.

“I’d like that a lot, thanks,” you nodded your head.

You didn’t know why you psyched yourself up, expecting him to say something else. The two of you were only friends, after all, you couldn’t knock that out of the ballpark, there’s no way he’d reciprocate your feelings romantically, right? That’s not how things worked, it was never that easy.

You thought that you understood love, having gone through it before and having to reel yourself back in from losing it after. But you never really understood how simple and how easy it was to fall into it. And you were more afraid of how you were going to recover from it. Humans are, in their basic DNA, social creatures. Even the most introverted of people craved to at least speak to someone once in a while, maybe that was your explanation there.

To love and be loved, one can deny it all they want, but every person experiences it one way or another. The mentality could be applied to anything, to want friends, to want validation, to want familiarity, it’s a basic necessity. So basic to the point that no one truly acknowledges it until it’s lost, and it’s so necessary to the point that once it’s gone it could completely break down a person.

You shook your head, why were you even thinking about that? You looked at the clock on Kun’s dashboard, it read 8:00 am.

Oh, that’s why.

The ride was silent, save for when you’d tell him directions on how to get to your apartment, and once he pulled into the parking lot, you both exchanged quick goodbyes.

“Thanks,” you finally said.

“It’s no problem. Thank you for making sure that I didn’t make a fool out of myself at that party,” he says. You both stayed like that for a while, sitting still in his car, and with no words exchanged. You didn’t want to leave. And, truthfully, you hoped that he didn’t want you to leave either.

“I’ll go now,” you pointed towards the door and opened it, taking your seatbelt off and stepping out of the car.

“Bye.”

“Bye,” you closed the door and walked into your apartment’s gates.

The next day played out as you expected it to. You both had met up in the cafe as usual, but you had to admit that something felt different. It was very subtle, but you could feel the awkward undertones. It was like that first day the two of you had met and, how fitting, it was at the very same table too.

It was near the end of this time you usually spent together, right before you left for class, when he spoke up.

“Hey… do you want grab dinner tomorrow night?”

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[restlessmaknae]

yes!!! what are these wips??

Oh, I have a loooot!

Let's just stick to the ones that are kind of more put together in my head:

dystopian + clones au ft. Hoyoung (VERIVERY) - this is for my own collab

punk-rock band member + co-worker!Hwiyoung (SF9) - this is the last part of my kids in the dark series which revolves around two fictional instrumental bands

kinda bad boy!Hwiyoung (SF9)

spiderman au ft. Yuchan (A.C.E)

kind of classmates to strangers to lovers ft. Jay (ENHYPEN)

childhood best friends to lovers ft. medic's son!Jake (ENHYPEN) x princess!reader - it's a royalty au plus somewhat historical

another best friends to lovers ft. Jake (ENHYPEN), but it's set in the modern days, actually thinking of an Australian setting

rugby player!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x cheerleader!reader - this would be a spin-off to my Jake story 'how to cross the line?'

dancing on ice-inspired au ft. ice skater!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x actress!reader

small town au ft. fitness trainer!Jangjun (Golden Child)

step up au ft. Ten (NCT)

guardian angel!Xiaojun (NCT)

prince!Hwanwoong (ONEUS)

soulmate au ft. Seoho (ONEUS)

p1harmony beginning of the new world-inspired au ft. Intak (P1Harmony)

starstruck au ft. solo singer!Yeonjun (TXT)

soldier!Yeonjun (TXT) x princess!reader

barista!Yeonjun (TXT)

travel au ft. Jacob (THE BOYZ)

flame tamer!Hoyoung (VERIVERY)

gang member!Subin (VICTON) - spin-off to my Sejun story 'loving you is a losing game'

practice teacher!Yohan (WEi) - also middle school classmates to lovers, he would be a taekwondo practice teacher for reader's little sister

And I have many others for which I only have a specific au or a fleeting idea, but for these, at least I know where I would like to go with them, so there are already notes taken or some kind of a plot put together. :D

So yeah, feel free to ask if anything interests you (anyone!), and I'm willing to share some more details. 💖

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[hexonthepeach]

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 16: acceptance

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner] [11: gambit] [12: haze] [13: shock] [14: feral] [15: release]

wc: 4.4k

chapter warnings:  defcon 5 critical levels of angst, mentions of self-harm, recovery from trauma, suicidal ideation

recommended listening: this next arc in the story brought to you by sneaker pimp's squaring the circle (2021) but especially tranquility trap

They don't speak over you or for you, anymore. They speak at you now.

When you are in a room they treat you as if you are its center, a point around which everything revolves. Perhaps they had always considered you this way, but this is a different kind of recognition. 

Meanwhile, you refuse to speak, or favor them with your recognition. You no longer have to.

You don't meet Jungwoo's eyes when his shaking hands disable the collar around your throat. You hold your lips tight against any sound when Taeil tentatively lifts your face to pluck a splinter of plastic or glass from your cheek.

You're no longer registering the pain, despite your refusal of medication. There's a roiling hot chamber inside of you that has no pressure relief, but it's nothing compared to the sewage of other people's emotions. You curl in on yourself, unseeing instead, letting your own will disappear.

This is the pack bond. Before it had just nagged at you: agitation and disgust and disinterest were always at the corner of your mind. You couldn't have expected anything better with Johnny's rejection. In a way it would have been easier if it just stayed that way, forever.

Now, you're a conduit for something else. 

Remorse. 

It suffocates you. 

Taeil had been the first to pry in, more patiently and carefully than you expected. You'd been forced to hold still as his steady hands faltered, as he left the room to regroup–the bitter chemical scent of nicotine clinging to his coat when he'd returned, finding you curled into Haechan's vacant bed, white sheet draped over you.

He'd made everyone leave the room so he could attend to the new scratches you'd made in your forearm, automatic movements recreating something you could feel in your left wrist. 

Not your wrist, you think.  

Then your ankle, which at this point has healed–wrongly. He can’t treat it until you give consent for sedation, too compromised by your shared pain to make the incisions necessary to reconnect the tendons snapped too far apart to rejoin naturally. 

You expect him to continue the examination, surely the reason you’d caught the redness of his eyes from crying was because of that other, deep pain inside. But he makes no move to broach your physical space outside of gently resting his hand on your shoulder, letting the pressure increase when you don’t jerk away. 

You realize after a few minutes of silence between you that it was just an excuse to finally get the shadow out from beside your hospital bed.

“I want you to take all the time you need,” he says. “Wherever you want to go, whatever you need, we'll support you.”  

If it’s tiring just to feel, listening to their false supplications wears you to dust. 

"I told Taeyong everything," Jungwoo says, quietly, working at the broken mechanism of your collar when he releases it from your sore neck. "We'll have a tribunal. You can decide what you want to do, then. I accept it. He accepts it. Just please . . . Have mercy for him."

His large eyes lift to you, watery in their sympathy. You meet them for an instant, and he flees like a frightened child.

Doyoung and Yuta had followed–both formal in their own way. 

"You can lodge a complaint with the Syndicate, of course," Doyoung says. "But the contract is annulled. We'll find a place for you to live outside of the Dome comfortably and make up an airtight story about your resignation. You'll be safe, and free. If you choose."

Safe, and free. If you chose. You could laugh. You knew better than to dabble in delusion.

Yuta is the only one you feel truth from when he approaches you–artifice nonexistent as he stands beside you, choosing the best words. He seems to understand reconciliation is impossible. 

"You didn't deserve this," he says. "I'm sorry."

You offer him nothing. 

"I already put in my resignation with Taeyong. Back to NSMP, if Johnny doesn't tear my throat out. Good luck, princess."

And then Taeyong. He'd only been able to manage a few words before he'd collapsed into quiet crying, taken away by Taeil and Doyoung before he could upset you even more. 

Haechan hasn’t entered the room at all, his ghost present in the pillow beneath you and the fleeting bright flickers of anger that race over you when you can catch fresher traces of his ozone-like scent through the opening and closing doors. 

You're grateful for the fact that he's not treating you like the others. If there's any comfort in all of this it's that he doesn't pity you at all. You can't stand the hypocrisy of it.

Mark–so deeply comatose you can hardly see him breathe–sleeps in the bed beside you. You spend a long time watching him breathe, eyes focusing and unfocusing on the new sharpness of his face in the dimmed fluorescent lighting. He's never looked less of a child than he does now, pulled back from death’s doorstep.

You think he's the best company you could ask for.

Especially since the worst offender of this newfound curse hasn't wanted to leave your side, no matter what you throw at him, objects and cold fury alike. Even the doctor’s order to leave the room was half-accomplished; he'd settled on going into Taeil’s quarters where he could keep you in sight. 

His pacing would make you go mad alone, but then there are his feelings. Naked and raw and so wholly exposed it’s as if they’re yours, if they weren’t so nauseatingly not. 

He's quaking in his skin, anger flitting between any target but you. No, when Johnny looks at you now you feel the sickly crawl of his concern, the hopeless self-loathing and the warm bloom of affection he can no longer hide. 

It's disgusting to you, worse even than the lust that he and the others so guiltily try to ignore. 

You're still in heat after all–it's just a biological imperative. Nothing real.

"We need both of you to help us take care of this," Yuta says, more serious and quiet than you've ever heard him when he returns to the room. "He's threatening to do it himself."

Your head snaps up, disrupting Taeil's work checking the burn marks on the back of your neck. 

"Where is he?" You finally speak, voice hollow. 

Yuta's mouth forms a thin line, eyes flicking to Johnny's back where he sits besides Taeil's bed. If Johnny has registered what he said, head in his hands, he doesn't show it.

"Leave it." Taeil says, softly. "You don't have to–" 

"Don't tell me what to do." You slip down from the hospital bed, yanking the IV from your arm. Taeil reaches for you but you duck away from him, letting your rage blaze across the new connection. 

Everyone in the room feels it.

"It's pack business," Yuta explains. "We'll take care of it."

You hobble towards him, enjoying the way he backs up, eyes widening.  

"Take me to him," you say.

"After–"

"Now," you order. "Don't look at him."

You maintain eye contact, swaying a little when you try to pull yourself to full height. It hurts to stand up, to breathe–ribs reknitting slowly inside your bruised chest. 

"Let her go," Taeil says. "We owe her that."

"No," Johnny interrupts, finally. You feel him unwind from where he's been hiding, hesitating when you snarl under your breath at him. 

You won't look at him, you can’t. 

"You will not speak to me or for me. You will not say one word to me until I tell you to," you say to the room. From the corner of your eye you see Johnny shrink, almost, back curled like he's been punched in the stomach. It feels like it, too. 

You don't wait for them to change their mind–you make your way out, slowly and with fresh jolts of pain, pushing past Taeil. 

You don't need them to tell you where he is--you can feel your newest bondmark like a black hole in your mind, his misery so thick it burns the edges of your vision.

They hadn't taken him back to his cell–no he was in the hangar. The room most fitting to clean up an execution, or something worse.

The two cats trail you at a distance, Yuta's hand snaking out to grab you when your bad leg gives out beneath you. Despite your impulse to pull away you let him support your side, heartbeat slowing a little with the tenderness. As distant as it is, you know he's just as emotionally attuned to you as the others–you feel his care when he finally decides to carry you with his arm around your neck. 

You make him put you down before the doors slide open. You want to face this on your own two feet.

The rest of the pack is here, and not one of them is prepared for the sight of you.

"You shouldn't–" Doyoung begins, words cut short by some gesture from Johnny. Taeyong lifts his head from where he's being supported by Haechan as he stands over Jaehyun, the younger Canid offering you nothing but contempt when he looks at you. 

There, huddled on the floor, bound and collared and muzzled, is the creature that raped you. 

No longer in jimseung, he's so much smaller and less threatening. Even beneath the synthetic mask you can see his face twist, eyes red and swollen from crying, fresh grief shaking his body as he stares at the floor. 

"Take that off of him," you say, flatly. Taeyong's eyes go wide, head shaking. He looks terrible–face drawn and sweaty, eyelids drooping from exhaustion as he puts himself between you.

"It's not safe," Doyoung says, hands raised as he approaches. You glare at him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Do whatever she says." Johnny's voice is barely audible. 

Jungwoo moves quickly to remove the muzzle from Jaehyun, his own eyes red-rimmed as they dart to you, watching you move forward–slowly–towards the captive feral. He’s a livewire of fear for his friend, you know. Why wouldn’t any of them be afraid of your wrath now after being on the receiving end of it for the past 12 hours?

"Wait."

Taeyong drops to his knees in front of you, gestures submissive as he holds himself on the floor in a deep prostration, tail and ears drooped. 

"Please, ____," he begins, as you step around him, ignoring his rushed lead-in to a formal apology.

You don't stop until your bandaged feet are in Jaehyun's view, until you're standing over him. He's just as unkempt as when you’d left him, smelling of blood and fried electronics, the knife wound in his side no longer bleeding but crusted brown with layers of healed and reopened scabs.

Only the mark you'd given him seems to be fresh, bleeding through a hasty attempt to bandage it. It will scar, eventually. If he lives that long.

He whispers something inaudible now that his muzzle has been removed. 

You place a hand on his scalp, gently, and lean down to hear it. It’s just a high-pitched whine, crackling with each breath, repeated like a mantra.

"I'msorryi'msorryi'msorry.” 

"I know," you soothe. “I am, too.”

You drop down and wrap your arms around him, holding him tight as he tries to escape–bound too well at his hands and ankles to avoid you. You knew they hadn’t tied him up for fear of him, but rather for his own safety. After a few seconds in your embrace he gives up, head heavy against your shoulder. He tastes like an old book left open in the sun, cypress trees waving in the wind.  

"Shhh," you say, hand soothing his back. You rest your head against the side of his, pressed into his human ear as you feel him weep into your clothing, trembling in waves. 

"Do you remember what I told you?" you ask. 

He nods, reluctantly, chin tucked in. 

The fragile link between you sings with the feelings you share with him. There's fear and mistrust there–of course. But they're not the primary color. Even when you'd first bitten him, the animal taking over to stop the pain, you'd given him this promise. 

Peace. Like light on the surface of a deep, calm sea. 

"Forget this," you said. "Forget what happened."

Even then you’d known it was the cruelest order you could give another person. It had seemed to work at the time, long enough at least for him to pass out from blood loss beside you, holding onto you in the dark and cold until you could finally free yourself. 

The confusion and regret is still there, but now you know the true depth of years of self-loathing, and fear.

"You didn't do anything wrong," you say, loud enough the others can still hear you, muffled in his hair. "I forgive you."

And then–as before, cruelty in your kindness–you ask him for one, last favor. 

Your command should have been inaudible to the other men in the room, as whispered as it was under the cage of your arms. 

"No–NO!" You don't know who speaks, hearing the commotion as everyone moves at once–just not quickly enough.

Jaehyun resists it but only for a fraction of a second–teeth breaking the skin of your neck in the most gentle bite possible, a final attempt to fight against the inevitable. Heat floods your chest and throat as you feel it in his, every last fiber of connection snapping into place as you've willed it, even as he chokes out an anguished cry at the forced claim. 

You're torn from him in a heartbeat, gun cocked and held to your head rather than aimed at the Alpha collapsing to the floor. Jaehyun gags and spits at that tiny bit of your flesh, retching horribly. 

You look up at Haechan, offering no resistance. Venom is in his gaze as he holds you by the scruff, sunk deeper by his certainty.

"She ordered him to do it," he says. "She ordered him to claim her."

"I did," you say. "It was my choice, alone. I forced him to."

"Did you mark him before he–" Haechan’s bitter words break as you grab his gun to press against the muzzle, daring him to make good on his threat. He tries to pull away but you stay locked on it, shuffling forward to meet it.

"He’s mine now,” you goad him. “Under my protection. A life for life.”

You wonder for a moment if he'll be the one to do what the rest of the pack should have done a long time ago, his finger tensing over the trigger.

You wouldn't mind this end–you can’t lie to yourself in accepting that it was the same one you'd chased when you’d found yourself alone in that room. It had seemed like the only relief for you, for the others. 

How can you live with what you'd done? had been your first thought, a repeated stanza going back so far, when you’d first realized what it meant to take a life by your teeth and words alone. Not that stupid man who’d tried to take your innocence, but the one who’d saved you from drowning only to be hunted for it. 

It was a contradiction too deeply at war with the omega inside you, the one who wanted to quietly and selflessly bow to the desires of your Alpha in return for protection, and pleasure. All that instinct and denial could only translate to the simplest solution: remove yourself from the equation. 

Instead like a parasite inside of you, you’d passed that desire from host to host, until you were surrounded by minds and hearts just as broken as yours.

Yes, you'd been abused. Treated unfairly. But those things were woven into the fabric of your existence in the same way the curse had hung over your head since returning to Neo Seoul. A lotus flowering in the muck, they'd called you. Queen of one thousand kingdoms. A treasure in the dirt, a diamond retrieved from war-blasted earth. 

Queen of nothing, you think. Just a void and a receptacle for everyone else’s pain, over and over again in endless cycles until you could finally free yourself from this cycle of karmic rehabilitation.

Live, you'd told the man beside you as he dreamed. Forget about this, and live. You're free now.

The irony being that you'd never be able to.

You can only mourn the fact that . . . for a minute made endless when you’d slipped beneath the surface into unconsciousness . . . you'd known true peace.

They're the ones who brought you back into this nightmare. Who taught you that there is nothing there, that you'll never truly be free.

Surely the younger feels that memory pass through you, knows that horror intimately as you look up in his unyielding eyes. 

Haechan's nostrils flare, gun lowering. 

"It's your fault," he repeats, wiping his face on his shoulder as he collects himself. "I know none of you give a shit about justice but you need to try her first. She isn't pack. She won’t be."

"She saved him," Jungwoo answers. "He's not in jimseung anymore–"

"If that's saving I'd rather die," Haechan yells back, bristling. "You don't know what it feels like–"

"Stop this. It's done," Doyoung breaks the standoff. "We need everyone present and in full comportment to make a decision."

"No."

It's Jaehyun who finally answers, surprising you all by how calm he sounds. "You know what to do." 

You don't realize who it's directed at until Johnny moves fluidly to lift the other man, hands wrapped around his throat. 

"No!" you scream, fighting Haechan. Johnny ignores you, the exposed muscles of his bare back rippling as his claws broach the other man's bruised skin over the glint of his collar, thumbs pressed into his trachea. Jaehyun offers no resistance, eyes closed tight.

"Kill him and you kill me," you cry out, hands jerking the gun beneath Haechan's grip to your breast. The Canid realizes your intention before you can speak, ripping his grasp away, throwing the weapon to slide across the floor.

For a moment you see the malicious satisfaction of having bested you, can feel the sympathetic sneer tugging on your own lips.

"Let go," you order, and Haechan drops you just as quickly. 

You scrabble over the grating to Johnny, mind racing to think of some solution–anything to stop the horrible, slow choke of your mate, the air captured in your lungs–

"Let him–"

Your scream is cut short by a hand snaking over your face, a body wrapped around yours. 

"Stop," Taeyong says. "Both of you. Now."

It's not an order but Johnny freezes, the silence that follows horrendous in the pinging of blood steadily dripping to the floor. It courses down Jaehyun's limp feet, his breaths rattling.

"____" Your name whispered in your ear rouses you from the haze of terror and agony and adrenaline. "Are you with me?" 

You nod, lips twisting under the other omega's knobby grasp. His scent burns through you, tempered by the heat and your own claim, alcohol-sharp and spiced.

"No orders," he says, exhaustedly. "Accept him."

You toss your head. You could break free but there's an overwhelming comfort in Taeyong's hold that slows you down, making you ease out of the panic attack. Your claws dig into the metal flooring, shriek loud in the unnatural silence.

"Accept," he repeats. His fingers slip free of your mouth, lingering on your shirt as he licks gently at your weeping neck wound. 

It should make you fight back more but your tension dissolves, legs sprawled beneath you as you sink to the floor. The unspoken promise in that gesture is clear to you–he'll accept you, too. Perhaps he has already, when he'd reached out for you on that rooftop.

Taeyong's mind is yours, his emotions overwhelming in their honesty. You see the field of battle as clearly as if you were standing on it, the white flag of surrender limp at your side. 

Only one person can end this madness. Only one person can make all of this misery disappear. It's no longer as simple as disappearing. No, you don't have that exit anymore.

"Alpha," you say, addressing him, finally. 

Johnny doesn't move except to lower his arms, mirroring your slow surrender.

"Alpha, please," you repeat.

You hear Jaehyun's body thud as he hits the floor when he finally let's him go.

Johnny is cringing again, folding inward with realization. You're struck by how far he's gone, irrationally fixated on the sight of another marking you in front of him. He's on the edge of a full shift, dark waves rippling over his skin and disappearing into the cant of his ears.

"You let him claim you," he says quietly.

That nonsensical animal, Alpha urge to dominate. To remind the other male that he's intruded on his possession. 

He would kill everyone in this room if it meant having you solely for himself–no matter what they've shared. He wants to punish everyone responsible, beginning with himself. It's eating him from the inside and dissolving everything good.

But the worst crime, you know, is how quickly you'd whispered those words. 

I forgive you.

He'd felt what you'd denied him–always–given so freely to a person you barely knew, who'd taken what he'd believed was his. Maybe he would have taken his time in pursuing you, when he felt it was right, but he'd let you be the one to decide if he was worth waiting for. Secretly, selfishly, he'd hoped you'd choose him. 

Forgive him.

That is the dagger in his heart only you can pull out.

You let the wall come down between you, a brick at a time. 

You send him an impression, first. The simplest one you have–the one you'd kept of him the first night you'd seen him human, unobserved, not knowing you were in the room yet. 

His easy smile, his deep laugh at something a stranger said. The way he'd carefully observed the room between attention–how his eyes had widened when he'd first caught your scent, hiding the exposure under a thick layer of fear at your discovery or bringing any danger to you.

But you had felt it then–had chased what it had meant to you–that golden flame of recognition in your chest flaring to life as it had in his. 

Even if it was a stupid dream he'd been the prince you sought, your knight in shining armor who could take you away from the solitude of your tower.

No–not just your hero. Your Alpha.

"I don't know who you are at all," you say. "You're more a stranger to me than anyone else in the world."

You feel something wet and warm on your face. "The only thing I understood after we bonded was you could never willingly accept me even if you wanted to. Even if I wanted you to."

"You were a child," he says, staring at his bloodied, barely human hand. 

"You were too," you say. Taeil's words had embedded in you, writ deep with how those words affected him. Nineteen years old was nothing, it still feels like yesterday the way thirteen does to you. 

"I waited a decade for you. I know it was stupid of me to hold on to but you were my safety. I would have just been nobody, a prize for someone else to take if I hadn't held onto the hope that one day, someday, you'd come back for me."

Your voice cracks as the things you've held in spill out. You're addressing your prime, now, but the words are for them all.

"I didn't know that I'd end up here when I ran away. I just made a decision, when I saw you again. That I wanted to be with you. Whatever the cost."

You let that penetrate, looking up to the Canid beside you. Haechan doesn't meet your eyes, hand unconsciously pressed to the bandage around his neck. You turn to take on the stares of the others in the room–Doyoung, Yuta, Jungwoo. 

"I'm not sorry for wanting to be with you. I can only apologize for hurting the people you love."

And you.

You suck in a breath, wincing at the push of your lungs against your tortured breastbone. "It will take me a long time to forget the way you've treated me. I didn't deserve it."

It wasn't his fault he was a monster. They all were. But so are you, under scrutiny.

You choke on a sob, pain pushed outward. "You don't deserve me. I'm not nothing. And even if I was . . . You should have been more kind."

You steady yourself, Taeyong pulling back to allow you the space needed to stay centered. In this moment, surrounded and overwhelmed as you are by the intricacies of their responses, you are alone. For the first time in a very long time, you are yourself–nothing hidden or influenced.

"But I want you to try." You say. "I want us to live, any way we can. I want to try."

You mimic Taeyong's obeisance, bowed so deep that your head touches the floor. Your tail curls at your side, neck offered in place of the man beside you.

"I accept you. The will of the pack is mine, including whatever punishment you decide. I am yours . . . If you will have me."

No one answers, not even Taeyong–his breath held in his chest as he looks up at the prime standing over you both, radiating a complex anger in his posture and scent. 

It takes a long time for him to answer.

"A life for a life," Johnny echoes, softly.

"A life for a life," you affirm, finally sobbing. The sound is muffled as you choke on it, hysterics making you frantically fight for air. 

Johnny hunches down and you can't keep from flinching away. It rings through you both as if a deep wound has been torn open once more. This time it's a bone broken with the intention of resetting it.

"I need time," you say between stuttering breaths. "Please, Alpha."

Any relief you feel in the room is swept up in the deluge of fury radiating from Johnny, unable to hold it any longer. It swirls through you, as sudden as he becomes the beast again, crates and equipment swept aside as he storms away, wrecking everything in his wake.

You don't watch him leave, reaching instead for an unconscious Jaehyun to pull him into your lap. You press a torn sleeve to his ravaged neck, his head lolling against your thigh.

"Take care of us," you plead, even if the man you're speaking to can no longer hear you–only the phantom of his presence in the room. "Be strong for us. All of us."

You feel the weight of the others' regard, knowing they won't approach you unless asked to, or speak to you unasked.

"I need you," you whisper.

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nct star trek au elaboration 👀 / these are just my thoughts and initial reasoning, and the whole thing is open to interpretation!

tl;dr don’t give anyone a phaser except yuta LMAO

COMMAND DIVISION (aka 127)

Taeyong as Captain: If he can lead a 20+ member kpop group, he can lead a giant research spaceship (probably). Also, one of Kirk’s biggest strengths as captain tends to be his compassion, which I reason TY could fulfill nicely!

Johnny as First Officer: In TOS, Spock takes on the role of both FO and Chief Science Officer, but uhhh Spock is a (half) Vulcan and Johnny is Johnny, so he just gets FO (with much respect to Johnny) 😆 Probably he just steps up as TY’s backup / picks up where TY is unable to and otherwise chills on the Bridge 😋✌️ and posts on space Instagram lol

Taeil as Navigator + Haechan as Helmsman (Pilot): Genuinely. I just think giving HC control over the entirety of a giant research spaceship would be very funny. And I think Taeil giving him directions off Google Maps (with extra math and physics) while he does so would be hilarious. I think many hijinks would ensue, which is only proper for ST. Also Sun & Moon inverse Sulu & Chekov... so true...

Yuta as Chief Tactical Officer: I would not hesitate to put a phaser in YT’s hands. Also he looks pretty epic in the new High&Low movie, so I  think that those skills would definitely translate into ST AU. Altho, I think most of what he’d be doing is like, fire lasers from the spaceship?? Still, pretty epic. He’d make it look cool.

Doyoung as Records Officer: 😭 Sorry m8 you’re doing the paperwork LOL 😭 but also I think he’d take this opportunity to come up to the bridge as often as possible and bother TY which, again, would probably be extremely hilarious 😆

Jaehyun as Materials Officer: 😢 okay I am a bit sorry for this one, but also I wasn’t sure where to put him... And I didn’t want to put too many “action” people, because at its core, ST is about respectful ‘discovery’/science and idealism, NOT action (*side-eyes Abrams*) :/ so he gets to do inventory LOL which I hope he would enjoy (also would YOU trust JH with a phaser?? much to consider...)

Jungwoo as Quartermaster: Idk I just feel like it’d suit him, he just gets to take care of everyone’s little outfits LOL important, low-stakes job with little action and a good amount of people interaction...! I think he’d be very good at it!

SCIENCE DIVISION (aka Dream)

Mark as Chief Science Officer: Okay I actually feel extremely strongly about this one 👁👁 I am positively CONVINCED that if Actual Markly was not a kpop idol, he’d be a CS major ??? or some sort of typical Asian Dude STEM major LOL I am not sure why it is just the extreme vibes that I feel deeply about. Anyway he’s got a lot of ambition, so I wouldn’t be surprised at him ending up CSO... plus he’s Dream’s leader so I felt obligated to put him there l m a o

Jaemin as Chief Medical Officer + Jeno as Physician: I was watching a recording behind for Dream and someone said ‘Jaemin’s rly regretting not going to med school now lol’ and somehow that stuck with me HAHA similar principle to Markly, he’s got an edge that I’m sure could actually carry him thru med school LOL and idk I’d probably trust Jeno if he were my physician. One time my friend had to get an IV and she hates needles but she didn’t panic bc the nurse was kinda hot lol

Renjun as Physicist: Idk he just looks like he’d study something nerdy like physics :P JUST KIDDING (sort of) he seems like a smart guy and has a pretty levelhead (lol... maybe...) overall... physics is just the vibe...

Chenle as Archaeologist: 😆 I just figured he would choose to study something mildly pretentious but also mildly exciting, but I also wanted it to somewhat match with JS’s so they could be a duo LMAO (but also, if you look at the ranks chart, he outranks JS just slightly which, again, is for peak comedy purposes)

Jisung as Geologist: Again, he’s got to match with CL, but be just slightly unexciting HAHA 😅 Rocks... very excellent... BUT since CL and JS’s fields are pretty hands-on, they’ll likely be on the “away team” pretty often, neatly putting them into unexpected alien hijinks LMAO (again, peak comedy)

OPERATIONS DIVISION (WayV + Sungtaro)*

*yes, i purposely assigned them redshirts 🥲 hahahaha.....

Kun as Chief Engineer: He just seems like he’d be an engineer :’-) plus leadership etc etc... Also, this is Scotty’s position, and just like Scotty, Kun knows everything there is to know about spaceship (real!)

Winwin as Security Chief: Ngl, I have no idea who outranks who btwn WW and YT, but I think YT is more like “shoots spaceship lasers” and WW is more like “shoots gun lasers” ?? Still, I hope their paths cross... WW 100% does unnecessary backflips 

Ten as Chief Communications Officer + Yangyang as Deputy Communications Officer: Couldn’t separate Tenyang!! They’re good with languages, therefore, they get to do language stuff 😋 not sure which of them would be more similar to Uhura’s role, but either Ten and YY struggling to communicate with aliens ... lolll

Xiaojun as Section Chief: Not 100% sure what this is HAHA 😭 me when my research is half-assed... but I think he has a security team under his command... Anyway... Just wanted XJ to see some action... I think it’d be a bit funny... “iron nuggets roll out” lolll so true... punch a hostile alien in the face hell yeah...

Hendery as Transporter Operator: Putting HD in charge of a mystical science portal that literally rearranges someone’s atoms from one place to another, usually hundreds of kilometers away or so?? COMEDY!!!

Sungchan as Engineer + Shotaro as Tactical Officer: I tried to give them ensign-level roles since they’re both the “newbies” :’) and as of rn... remain without fixed units... :( ANyway SC would get to work with Kun (whom he seems to be friendly with) but I suspect he shirks duties to go hang out with JW LOL, who wouldn’t be too busy... Shotaro would be working under YT and get to hang out on the Bridge, where he’d (possibly) be able get to know TY & YY 🤔

#chelle.txt #*stnct #can't decide if i overthought or underthought this LMAO #also i didn't want to overwhelm them all in leadership positions so i tried to spread them out and avoid main character syndrome idk #*too much main character syndrome lmao #😋👍