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reap what you sow (M) | youngjo

— Positioned as the lead detective in a case of over fifty missing citizens, you’re gifted notes from someone named Ravn. With death all around and people’s lives in your hands, you’re forced to pair up with the world’s most deadly myth: the Grim Reaper, in order to solve the case.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 7k ] PAIRING — reaper! youngjo x detective! gender-neutral! reader GENRES — grim reaper! au, strangers to lovers! au, crime, horror, romance, angst, supernatural WARNINGS — death, murder (serial killings), blood, autopsies, weapons (knives), dangerous situations, swearing, talk of life after death, corrupt corporations and authorities, manipulation, & dimension shifting. NOTICE: this story has very graphic details and dark themes. while being made as story-building, they are still heavy topics. please read at your own risk.

prologue.

Over fifty missing bodies. People had been issued missing, one after another over months at a time, and yet not a single sign of them had come up in the search parties. Not a fingerprint, not a discarded piece of fabric, and much less common but still possible, not even a note.

How do so many people fall off the face of the earth without a single sign, you might ask? Well, for one, they don't.

The chief had clicked your office door shut, the blank walls only condescending as you sat with an equally blank mind. Staring down at the array of files on your desk, glaring over at the cork board covered in photographs of all the victims; from an insider's perspective, you could tell there was no common link. Each person stood different. Identical victims were more common in serial cases. Some type of link, string, figure of similarity that could be caught by the naked eye, or at least a professional's.

Yet there was nothing. Their lives were different, some rich, some poor, some old, some young. Every arrow pointed in a different direction, which rendered you clueless to a motive. But it assured one thing: this was a serial killer—one on a rampage through the city, and that was most dangerous.

Fingers pressed to your temple, you were truly out of your element. Not new to the world of crime or kills, this case brought your knowledge to a dead end. No start, no evidence, no clues, no task, and zero directions. What were you to do here?

Palms brushing against the vanilla folders opened thrice in one session with the chief of the department, you were on your last limb. You had nothing to tell the families struggling with pain and loss, no words for those locking their doors with added bolts at night from the fear that they were next. It was human nature to be scared, but what could bring someone to cause such chaos?

The white letter hidden beneath the piles of folders held all the answers seering your mind. Plastic gloves pulled over the skin of your hands in order to not tamper with evidence, the printed name on the back of the envelope stumped you.

Ravn, the name written in black ink dried to the enclosed letter as you ripped open the lid and pulled out the single, folded printer paper. You could see the same ink littering the inside, could make out single letters within the words, but nothing could have prepared you for what was written inside.

"The bodies have been in my safe keeping. They drop like flies in a window, their cuts and bruises fresh. But there are too many, too fast. I cannot keep up with them under these conditions. Something must be done, someone must be stopped. Come alone." Written in calligraphy, the alias named Ravn cut their words sharp until the letter read straight to the point.

Here was what you had been wishing for. Bodies of the victims, lacerations that can be transcribed as signatures, links that could bring the killer forth in a matter of time. All from one donor, the strange one called Ravn.

An abandoned mill's address read at the bottom of the page, one long shut down. Possibly a place harboring the so-called Ravn holding onto the bodies. Nothing like this had ever been registered in a case before. With everything on the line, you couldn't hold back the weightlessness of your body rising from the desk to escape to the destination.

So much death, and not a single red flag in your mind. Anyone would have seen what was ahead of them long before they stepped into that old, wooden building. Black ink written from a feather, harbored bodies held onto for a reason, words written in such a way. He was right before your face: death, but you were too far gone to realize.

one.

The moonlight emitted shadows as you walked. You couldn't ignore the matching frame to your motions, limbs swing in tandem with your own. But it was fluttering, almost translucent, and encased in small flame-like patterns. Fetched and followed, it was what brought you within the abandoned building.

Creaky metal beams, decaying wood, and shattered windows. Had you been with a partner, they would be advising you to leave right this moment. But the clatter in the distance, one room brighter than the rest: it kept your feet from moving in the opposite direction.

His back was to you, huddled over the cold body of a victim. Almost stiff, the lace on the trims of his shirt were your last concern as you noticed the sharp knife in his hand poking around a gash from a blunt object.

He didn't need to see you, it was clear he sensed you coming into the building from long before you made an appearance behind him. "I don't usually ask for help from the authorities." He claimed as if he was embarrassed, but his hands didn't shake like that of a nervous person.

It was only when your eyes met your full surroundings that a gasp left between your lips and the man spun on his heels. The deceased were all around, displayed on operating tables and rolling carts in the same way a morgue is set up. It was obvious they had been here for a long while, the smell slipping up your nostrils nearly making you faint.

"Sorry!" He moved fast on his feet, running his index finger through an open jar of vapor rub. In an instant, his gentle hand was cupping your cheek as the opposite swiped the gel at the edge of your nose. The smell subsided, your eyes watering from the minty scent now stronger to your senses. "Takes a while to get used to."

"You're used to the scent of death?"

His eyes shifted from your face, smile fading as his sight caught the floor. A gentle brush of a towel to his finger, and he was headed back towards the victim that originally had his attention.

"Please excuse this. All of it, in fact." His voice was shallow, hidden in the howls of the city floating through the cracks in the windows. "Usually I work alone."

"Are you Ravn?" The question seemed stupid slipping off your tongue now. The man had accompinated you as if you were non-threatening, even made physical contact with you, and now you questioned that he was the right person.

"In your line of work—" his sentence sounded condescending. "—don't you usually ask questions right off the bat?"

"I was a little more concerned with the scent of the multiple bodies around us right now." Admittedly, you were already in over your head.

His head tilted, eyesight watching your frame move around from where he stood to the other side of the victim. They were cold, pale, and lifeless: and yet you wished they would speak of what truly happened. Ravn was knee deep in the wrong side of the situation, and appeared as the blank space in a detailed painting.

"I am Ravn," he nodded, but kept his sight on the body before him. "And this looks bad." Aside from his lips forming a short-timed pout, his face stood still. "These people—" he sighed within his words, but even he couldn't explain this much." "—I found them like this."

His position got darker by the second.

"Every laceration, the death sites, and these victims: they're all at random." His cold, black eyes found yours, your nod making his lips run thin.

"This is what I've been working with this whole time now." You sighed. "It's all out of rage. Wrong place, wrong time. Makes me ill just thinking about it, and more standing in the middle."

The man nodded, eyes filling with remorse. Ravn, riddled with insight on the case and set dead in the middle without your recognition, seemed to understand your position on a personal level.

"You and I both." Another short smile, and the silver tools left the body of the victim.

They were recent, name floating into the precinct not long before the letter sat on your desk. It was odd timing, and even worse seeing the poor person in reality other than their name alone.

"My job requires me to work fast, you see?" Head aimed equally with your face as his arms opened straight, palms on the cold counter below the body, he spoke slowly. "Snapping fingers, fast."

Again, you knew this all too well. Lives depend on time, and your entire job revolves around working on a timer.

"This serial killer, it's backed me up so much I can no longer keep up. It's costing me my position." His job, something you should have questioned the moment he mentioned it, appeared far more important than yours by the mention of it.

"Then, what are you doing with these bodies?" Peering around the room, a shiver snuck up your spine. It was fuller than a hospital at its busiest hour, and still had room for more. "Why are you holding onto them? And why are you the one taking them?"

For the duration of the case, no bodies had been stored in your own morgue at the police station. Night by night, people would vanish from the city only to never be seen again. Almost like the killer was right under your nose the entire time, and could go invisible.

"They're here where the killer would last check." Ravn's voice wavered more now than ever, the vibrations seeping into your own nerves. "They're safe with me."

An explanation, why they went missing twice in a row: once alive and another dead, was finally given.

"And who are you, exactly?"

The man pressed his hands down so hard on the metal table that his knuckles turned white from loss of proper circulation, his eyes scanning your serious face. He seemed to not believe in your question, and was answering only to entertain himself over your response.

"A colleague." He said plainly, hands regaining blood flow as he rose them in the air and rubbed at his wrists. "A necessity."

"Then why do you work alone?"

Your question made him still, brows creasing. "You and I are the same, remember?"

"I had the choice of joining a team, or turning over the case." Your mouth moved smoothly, but he was straightforward.

"My occupation is purely solo." His eyes gleamed in the moonlight, allowing you to see the small, brown specks fluttering within his irises. "As I said, we're on the same case. Only we're in separate jurisdictions. I've had run of my side, but you seem to have stuttered."

It was a dig, but you stood your ground.

"I am a last resort to your operation?"

"Plan, more so."

Your fists balled tightly, recreating the whites of his knuckles on your own. Sensing your anger, his throat cleared and his eyes grew soft. "I am letting you in now. Trust me, this is far past my rules and regulations. My job is truly on the line now, as I assume yours is too considering I am your first lead in so long."

Your growl was so under your breath that even you hardly caught it, but he still smiled lightly. His hands stretched, index finger pointing down at the victim below. It was there, and you had missed it. Something unseen by eyes before being claimed by Ravn, an "X" was marked on the wrist of the victim.

Your eyes blinked out of fear and recollection, fingers fiddling the notebook out of your bag's pocket to re-read your own notes. Something new, and a second break to the case in one night with the help of your eclectic partner.

"A link—" you whispered, bewildered.

"They're on all of them. It's only when I touched them that I noticed it. Is it in your notes?" A single shake of your head was all the response he needed. "Write it down." He quietly advised, the watch on his wrist moving from his peripheral to the front of his face.

"I must take my leave." He sighed, looking at you through the long, deep locks of his hair.

"L-Leave?"

"It's my work shift. I still have common-day work." He nodded with his own words, taking short steps backwards towards the door. "Please, stay as long as you need to. Don't turn them in or else all will be lost."

"I-I, uhm." Your stuttering was cut short, the frame of the tall man exiting the room with a small smirk on his lips.

"Take your time." His voice echoed longer in your mind as he left, hands pulling the bag from your back and setting the case files on the desk opposite his.

The room was cold, your coat doing nothing to calm the neverending shivers quaking through your form. How could Ravn stand this for so long? You didn't understand.

"Found bodies. Matching X's on wrists. Common links coming abroad. Ravn?" Your notes seemed slimmer than what you had before. So out of context, and painful to read such short descriptions of such a deep case. "A forensics team would be delightful right now." You chimed to yourself.

The man was more eccentric than anyone you had ever met. Usually, people within the case were there all along. They wouldn't show up a quarter of the way in, and they most definitely wouldn't be so vague about their positions or knowledge.

Ravn, the man made you shiver again. His desk sat empty-seated, and way too easy. Closing in on it with the wheels of the chair under you guiding you, your fingers caught the first handle of the top drawer. Breathing unsteady, hands shaking, it was just what you hoped for.

A letter titled "Notice of Grim Corporations." followed by a list of reasonings and ending with a final sentence explaining his soon-to-be resignation. "Failed to show up on time. Inserted self into cases higher than his position. Went against words of superiors. Involved in an altercation with a representative."

Ravn had racked up more indications of worry for you, and he wasn't even in the room.

The page slipped back where you found it, not an inch off, and your brows didn't unfurrow on the short ride back over to your desk. The wheels of the chair squeaked, but your mind raced a thousand miles an hour.

Ravn, the victims, talk of the serial killer, a corporation, a resignation from a list of reasons, and a representative. It was all too much to take in at once. Thoughts speeding to a stand-still, it was one mere image going through your frontal cortex that halted your world.

Your feet slid across the floor with dread, the name scribbled onto the tag at the end of the empty cart being lifted by your fingertips. It was new. Certification, the name not on your missing victim list, and a sudden realization of where all the arrows had been pointing this entire time.

The man, the being more-like-it, was farther than you could comprehend. And he knows who's going to die next.

two.

Notes jumbled, mind scrambled, and cold tiles beneath your shoes: his voice brought your back to straighten out. Ravn, almost a shadow in your peripheral vision, walked into the room with blood dripping from his fingertips.

“Ravn?” Almost tossed up from your seat by your own strength, your shivering form before the man didn’t make a single difference to him. Once aligned, like he had everything in his mind to figure about this case—he walked with a hunch until his back pressed into the torn leather chair of his desk with a huff.

A deep purple bruise formed on his cheek, appearing painful but ignored by him as you moved in closer. His dark hair fell over his forehead, covering his eyes and making him seem more of a cloud than he already was.

“What in the hell is any of this?” Your voice was shattered, anxiety in your lungs as your bones shook. Almost over the edge, your mind. “Blood. Why is there blood?” Questioning his appearance seemed to overlap the racing accusations in the front of your mind before they slipped out of your mouth. “Am I working with the killer?”

His smile was forbidden, seen only for a glance, and his eyes held as colder than before.

“What a backwards question.” His mouth shuttered at the sight of his own hands, palms to the ceiling and a stricken expression worn on his face. “Don’t get the wrong idea so early into our partnership.”

A scoff at the back of your throat meshed into your speech. “Am I meant to ignore the fact that you know who is next to go? To die, their name meaningless and just another on the list?”

“You finally looked around.” The tone in his voice was bored, but his eyes glistened in light of the sky turning dawn outside.

“How do you know these things?”

“Take a look for yourself.” His voice was gritty, making you spin slowly on your heels. Pivoted, shivering, and more afraid of him than ever.

The new victim’s body laid just as still as the others. Drained of color already, cold and filled with seams of the evil doings towards them. Your hand couldn’t muffle the scream leaving you, Ravn’s sudden appearance behind you and his hand at your lower back making you shift away from the scene and out into the dark hallway.

“Disheveled clothing ripped and bloodied, just as always. It’s like a continuum, this horrid work.”

Zoned out, your legs carried you back inside, but the dreadful scene was no easier to deal with. Ravn was so calm, his notebook now in his large hands being written into with the similar tactics done to the poor victim.

An ‘X’ on the wrist, another body, the strange man scribbling the forensics into his notebook, and the sun rising above. Clueless, once more, wasn’t the correct word to pinpoint where your mind was at. This was a three-ring-circus, and you were just the audience.

“The killer always wears so many clothes. I’ve never seen their face, only watching them do the last of their work and make an escape. Strength is an understatement, but they don’t seem so threatening as they leave. How is that?” Pen against his bottom lip, he thought aloud.

Ravn now letting you into his head was almost as confusing as your notes. Messy, baffling, and insane-sounding.

Pacing back to your seat and falling down like a heavy rock descending a mountain, you wanted it all to pause. A recap of what you know and don’t know would be helpful, but with a rushed case like this—impossibility was the top lead.

Head in your hands and sight trying to block out the dim lamp on the desk, you felt the puff of air before you smelled his deep cologne. Ravn, positioned on the peak of your desk with his feet still solely on the ground, spoke from his gut. “Been a while since you got a good night’s rest, huh?” He watched you with dark eyes as you tried to not leer out from exhaustion, the adrenaline abating in your veins from the chain of events.

“How can I sleep when more people die in one week than I can count on both hands? What do I even do?”

Sorrowful, his eyes beady and attentive on your form. It was almost like a mirage you awaited to see, his speckling sight staring into your own eyes. It almost meshed the sound of your phone ringing in your pocket, the green button sliding to answer only to be blared with the shrieking sound of your chief’s voice. Your location was asked for, but you didn’t even know how to form a single word in response before he clicked the call away. “Stat”, his voice claimed.

Ravn’s arm caught you by surprise, the tight hold on your wobbling form giving you the idea that you rose to leave too quickly. His face so odd, strange and gloating, broken at the sound of your voice. “What is it?”

“I can take you to the killer.” Tongue twisted, voice caught and silenced in your throat, and a scarred expression on your face made him continue. “But this is going to be difficult.”

“What part hasn’t been difficult so far?” You huffed, his head slightly nodding in agreement.

“You’re going to have to watch and not make a move. Can you do that?”

Sheer perplexity, he was asking you to not do your job. Like the matter at hand was smaller if you just played nice, and things would all work out in the end. His choice of words was sickening, but made sense in hindsight.

“You have to let me work. You have to let them work.”

“You want me to watch this serial killer take someone’s life?” Your voice was pained, his calming face making it narrow out into disbelief. “You want me to w-watch someone die? I can’t.”

“I-I’m sorry.” His stutter caught you off guard more than the tears appearing to fill his eyes. “But they’ll already be dead.”

three.

The cork board was filled with the same faces you had seen lying on rolling cards and operation tables, relentless and restless in your bones. White board filled with new bullet-points, all too confusing to consider but too important to erase and rewrite. Red string connected so few things taken notice of. The alluring man’s name written in calligraphy—larger than others, the Grim Corporation in a smaller font beneath, and the serial killer framed in a boxed further down. It was like a roadmap to a place you had never, and would never, travel to. So many confusing trails, dead-end cul de sacs, and places not often gone.

The aggressive turn of the door handle startled you, the black dry-erase marker in your hand flying forward and leaving a thick line through Ravn’s name on the board. He cleared his throat, your chief at your back stunned into stillness and a quick silence.

“Chief?” Your voice was small, but enough to get into his ears. The grimace on his face was so horrid like he was seeing the face of an old enemy and didn’t know how to truly react. His hand rose upwards, flat-palm in your sight as a tell to give him a second. His eyes shifted over the board in high speed, pupils dilating directly at the visual of Ravn’s name written and added into the case.

“This is—” he begins, voice so groggy. “—is y-you are in way over your head, dear. So far. Like home-run ball fleeting from the field into oncoming traffic, far over.”

You were unable to mention your confusion at his reaction before he spoke again, cutting away at your voice as he always does.

“This is so much larger than just you. Please—and I beg you for this, give the case over to a team. Before you lose your head, or more importantly—your life.”

“Trust me, I am neck deep now, sir.”

His head turned at your calm response, brows furrowed and eyes blood-shot. The man that had overseen the entire case since the first body hit the cement and lost its soul; he, too, had been in too deep throughout this entire process.

“I am on the right track now. So close, I can feel them breathing on the back of my neck.” Your off-putting metaphor was too on point, the chief shaking his head in worry but not able to speak his reasonings. “I have a chance. To put these people and their families to rest, that's all I am working for now.”

“In over your head.” Was his last words, your body returning to your desk only for sleep to finally pull you in.

In nightmares, your control is so little. Even lucid dreaming has no real hold on the horrors of the mind when the body rests. That is how being the authority when a killer is on the loose feels. Watching, waiting, finding every little puzzle piece to get the big picture. You were originally working from such a small bit of the image until Ravn leapt in and gave you all four corners. Each piece was something new, riveting and keeping you on the edge of your seat; but still you had such large middle parts to configure. Only this time, the pieces alongside the picture look nothing like the image being made.

Eyes peeling open to be met with darkness, it was your basic survival skills to stand up straight and feel the brick wall at your back. An alleyway cascaded with nothing but moonlight just as the abandoned building had been the night before, you shivered from the cold air of midnight. The office you fell asleep in had faded away and left you standing in a new place: a new puzzle piece.

Ravn stood, dark and tall, in a way that was so ominous. Like seeing a ghost for the first time after years of non-belief, a shadow crept in on him. Moving slower one second and faster the next, your heart thumped in your ears and mouth couldn’t form the words fast enough.

“Ravn!”

Faint, diminishing with the same wind that carried it, he heard you. A solid, seamless voice in his ears he had grown fond of brought him to duck and miss the assailant. But it wasn’t enough to protect him, the otherworldly bits seeping inside of your own surroundings. A solid fist to his gut, and Ravn was breathless. Small sounds, grunts of pain and eyes narrowing in on the figure before him; this was where things turned.

“Working with the cops now, are you?” Only in horror movies could you hear something so disturbing, yet intriguing enough to continue and absorb it all no matter how scared you were. “Have you sunk that low, dead one?”

“I’m not dead yet.” Response tired but there, Ravn shook in his shoes and stood up straight.

“Oh—but you will be. Your magic is nothing compared to the world I have creat—” A sudden halt in the killer’s voice made you blink rapidly, a single touch of Ravn’s hand to their shoulder silencing them. Your body felt faint watching them sink to their knees, an ill appearance in the visual alone.

His form turned, Ravn’s eyes finding you behind them. No matter how shallow you felt within the case, what little you brought to the table: Ravn gave you something to work with. His palm floated over the killer, their body visibly heavier until the final sight of them was too obvious. Face like stone, eyes open and staring at the sky, and chest still: death was finally upon the bringer of chaos, but at a cost.

Ravn’s long legs bent at the knee, his lips just outside the shell of the killer’s ears as he whispered something to them. Eyes so sad, world so still, the fluttering black specks and dark cloud surrounding them took him away in an instant and left you standing alone with the one you had been searching for.

Finally able to feel your limbs, you maneuvered to the carcass in a fast motion. Cuffs on your belt pulled and latched onto them out of precaution, it was too eerie of a surrounding to not believe in their death. Even the call over your radio didn’t sound real until others showed up at the scene and witnessed the serial killer at your feet.

Still in time, black marks covered their every vein and a painful expression lied on their face. So ill-looking, everyone hesitated to lift them onto a backboard and begin to take them in. A mattress was no comfort, no words leaving their lips in the duration of their holding for questioning. And no matter how much you pried, requested for any sign of remorse, the only true sight of what they were was when a smirk rose on their lips and their eyes went dead.

Unknown causes. That was the label on their page of the case. You wanted to walk outside into the dead of the night, pull at your hair and scream your lungs out, but even you couldn’t wrap your head around the situation. Drained, overseen and underseen all at once, your attempts to bring them back went unheard. No adrenaline shot could revive someone so evil, and no words spoken by them could erase what had been done.

The lonesome feeling of the world growing colder made the sight of the smoke enwrapping your form seem normal now. Same as Ravn had gone, you found your vision clouded until he sat before you. Good as new, fine and ripe; but you, sick and distorted.

Eyes closing and peeling back open to find him smiling, the first thing you saw was the name tag clipped into his black shirt. It read “Youngjo.” as if he had a name within a name, your startled response seemingly rehearsed in his head.

“No one ever gets used to this.” He claimed, the sound of his voice calming you at once.

You felt your body grow sore the more you sat up in the chair, Ravn staring at you in concern before pulling at your hand to help you sit all the way up.

“That was a nasty fall. I’m glad you didn’t hit your head.” Your brows furrowing made him nod, recollection of the sudden exhaustion making you pass out just as the cloud took over now refilling your mind. You were so cold before, now wrapped with his blazer and warming up by the minute. “I’m only used to taking out bad humans, so please excuse my physicality.”

“B-Bad humans?” Your palm felt the knot growing on your head. The displeased look in Ravn’s eyes clearly was for himself as he went on, but you couldn’t help but notice how his hands ran along his legs like he was holding back from reaching for you.

Your sense of reasoning had been dismissed for the case, overtaken by the need to find one person and end all the terror around you. It didn’t hit you until now, how much you had learned but ignored.

There are limits to humanity. Those who trespass on the edge of insanity are considered lunatics, but they play a part within the circle of life. Someone loses their meaning of the world, goes out on a limb to create madness, and sanctifies all that matters. They make people hold their children closer, marry the one they love, and turn the volume up higher on the TV when watching the news.

The ones who bring fear into the hearts of the innocent, and leave everyone wondering what would drive someone so mad: where exactly do they come from?

"If I told you I don't fear those I work for, I would be lying." Youngjo began, his teeth almost chattering with every word. "Corruption, chaos, and limitless communications have always been a part of your world, but they're too outlandish to understand—aren't they?"

What he was saying confused you, nonetheless.

"That's because their doing is otherworldly—our world." His teeth clenched together and hit tone got deeper as he went on, but you could see the worry in his eyes. "This is their doing. The killer on the street. The representative of their business."

Representative. It has come up a few times now.

"Their hire is to bring in numbers. But this killer, more serial now than most, has gone way out of the league meant for jurisdiction." You wanted him to bite into the true fuel that had him running, but the truth itself scared you to your core.

"So I was brought in. Severe backup, I guess." He seemed almost disappointed in himself. "And for once, I couldn't do my job alone."

And now, you.

"It was our job to stop this serial killer. But it was my job to make sure they got their penance. That is our only difference."

“Y-you mean to tell me, I really was in over my head.”

“And out of your element. As you are here, now.” He chuckled at your disposition, but kept his eyes warm as they looked over you.

“And where am I, exactly?”

His office had sucked you in, looking almost more alive than the man himself. It took all your might to understand that you were both just two people in the position of work, doing the job you’re meant to do, but getting caught in the crossfire. His world inhabited the same as yours, and fate of the worst brought your paths to cross.

“Welcome to Grim Corporations.”

four.

“What are you?”

“Do I really need to explain?” Ravn, now Youngjo, had been sat on the edge of his desk staring at your disturbed looking form for a matter of minutes now. Processing, worrying, feeling betrayed and used, all of it was in your eyes now.

“You’re It, aren’t you?” You asked in a slow tone, his brow rising in an obvious way and paired with the same smirk he flashed before. “The grim reaper.”

“There are many of us, actually. This entire corporation was created to give life to the dead.”

Perspective, it makes up everything. You were simply a pawn, a small speck in the large image of the puzzle. For once you understood: you had never been the one putting it together.

“I was a ‘rushed death’, as they call it.” He began, mouth moving like he was ready to pull back his own curtains and reveal his real world. “As a service for my good deeds, I was gifted a position here.”

“Life after death exists.” Hushed and meant to be in your own head, he nodded.

“My downside was that I was never truly good in life, either. I stole to survive, worked my way up the food chain of my corrupt job to make ends meet, and never thought of what was outside of my own eyes. But I never harmed anyone, and that seemed to open the door for me in the afterlife.”

You listened like this was a novel, the personal diary of the man you had come to know but not understand. Ravn, a mirage, became a full blown figure as he showed you Youngjo.

“Even though I never brought anyone any dismay, it truly felt like I did when I took this job. It was a second chance I believed didn’t exist, and I was stupid to take it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because the cost was more than moving on. I didn’t know how I obtained the job, let alone the truth behind it. Death was around me all the time, it was all I grew to know.” Youngjo, tortured by life even after death, found solace in seeing you exist. “You were the first real soul I had come across in so long. I was so grateful to find you and make you a partner for my last case.”

“But you gave me everything.” You halted him in place, confusion sending you back into the seat in wonder. “The bodies, the forensics, the locations—even the killer.”

“Truth be told—you gave me them. I saw them all while working through you. The human range of emotions are a powerful thing. Every gut feeling, worry, sense of losing humanity while human: it guided me to finding the killer long before he got the true kill. But sadly, my job doesn’t allow me to get between a representative and the dead.”

There was that word again. His anthology pulled at your brain and made you think: just what were they to this operation? Crazy people given a task to go along with? Create the chaos necessary to cause death and hysterics?

And then it hit you. His specifics on getting “between” had been there before. The resignation letter wrote it in a proper way, you just didn’t have the correct example to connect the dots.

“You have gotten between them before. The killer, they were sent out by the corporation?”

“Do you really think an innocent human is capable of going so mad so easily? You said it yourself, you couldn’t believe someone would cause such chaos.” His point was made more than once, and he even reclaimed your own to help you understand. They were the cracks between the pieces, the ones overlooked but needed to fit the puzzle together.

“But t-this is so messed up.”

“It’s the way of the universe. People have died since the beginning of time, we’ve just been there to collect their souls and guide them into the next life.”

“They don’t always make it to that new life.”

“The mind of a detective.” He chuckled, crossing his legs and holding up his chin with his palm in focus. “No, some are forced to join the corporation as reapers. Simple transaction. Some just can’t go through, can they? If they all did, how full would the other side truly be?”

He didn’t have to say it, but it was on the tip of his tongue. That forcefulness was immorally done, Youngjo’s quick death a symbol from one of the released serial killers sent out by the same business that recruited him. They needed new reapers to fill in old positions, so they used death at their expense. A horrible cycle, and one ever-turning.

It was only when the familiar scent of coffee in your nostrils startled you back into your reality later that day that you really grasped it all. Your chief busting inside your office and barking an explanation of the bodies being found at the old mill meshed into your deep breath of reality. The case was in closing, and all those lost were moving in the circle to move along or gain a new position.

Relief rushed through you despite how terrible things are in reality. Out of your control, your world returns to a small circle, and your body leaning back against your chair to cradle your head and bring you rest.

And rest finally came. Weeks of sleeping so hard you woke with energy, worked at a good pace, and found tranquility in reminding yourself that the outside world remains just as fucked up as your own.

The dip in the mattress made your heart skip, his scent floating back into your nose with a deep breath. Happiness in your mind, his frown swallowed your excitement. His term finished, he was finally out, but not all stories have happy endings.

“When a reaper is resigned, they are free to rest peacefully.” He spoke lowly, taking his time to explain.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

For the first time, real tears dripped down. Warm against your thumb as you held his face, his voice was so small that it almost didn’t sound like his own. “That means I can’t see you again until you die.”

epilogue.

The eyes staring back at you were so beady and filled with love. Youngjo had seen the ins and outs of life time and time again, yet he was so stunned by you. Someone so brave in a cruel universe only catering to pain and chaos. He could only smile as he cried from his attachment to you.

His own hand rose to your face, thumb now mimicking the circles you made on his cheek. He could touch you without any real harm, not send you to sleep or make you worry. He can’t kill you just by thinking about it, and that to him was most freeing. Lips closing in on your own in a deep kiss, feeling him pull away from you was most dreadful.

But again, the world works in a circle. You watched his eyes grow estranged, a scroll appearing from thin air as he skimmed over the words written. “Something was written smaller than anything else in my contract.” He begins. “I was tailored in so fast I didn’t think it was important, so I just signed so I wouldn’t leave yet.”

“What was written?” You whispered, watching him contort into pure bliss as he reread the small font.

In the smallest letters drawn in calligraphy just as he writes, he read: “In addition to the option of rest, another life will be stored for the soul’s use after their term if another good deed has been met.” His words stopped, a sob breaking through his voice. “A good deed?”

He sighed, well knowing that his first life was nothing but mundane and spite of survival. The tasks done were resourceful to him now, but they were never defined as a good deed. It was clear, so clear, that he sees himself as evil.

“You brought people to rest, souls in the afterlife and families living alike.” Your eyes watered in tandem with his, faces mere inches from one another. “And you saved my job. This case was all I had, my last chance. That’s why I was so adamant to solve it. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have the chance to help anyone again. And you helped me.”

The scroll turned golden right before your two sets of eyes, the man before you shining bright. The thick lace of darkness that had been above him for so long lifted, healed right under your sight. Life was replenished to him as if he had never gone in the first place. “I’m not evil?”

“You never were to begin with, Ravn.”

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appleteez · 3 years

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Hello! Could I request 05:55am - Hwanwoong - 17 please? Love your writing! 🥰💖

«05:55»

17. “Be quiet for me~”

Genre: Smut

A/N: It is absolutely embarrassing how long it took me to get to this but here you go sweetie. I'm so sorry for the long wait, especially when you wrote such a cute message with it. Thank you so so much and I hope you like this one too 🥺💐

I don’t know whether it was because of the situation, or because I had not seen him in a while, but he felt too good inside of me. I clench my teeth as hard as I can as he slowly thrust inside of me. The room was silent, except for the occasional sounds the sleeping boys would make around us. Hwanwoong’s hips stutter lightly, hitting one of my sensitive spots. I directly clench harder around him and let out a small whine.

“Y/N.. Ah..” He moans lightly in my ear, his torso flushed against my back as his arms are tight around my chest and waist. “You feel so good, fuck..”

“Mhh~” I whine in response, as I knew that if I tried talking a louder moan would come out. His bed creaks lightly and I clench around him again.

“God..” He thrust up deeper and stays still for a bit making me feel him deep inside of me.

“Ahh, Hwanwoong~” Suddenly, I feel his hand come up to my mouth pulling me closer to him. His lips kissing down my neck as he moans faintly right by my ear.

“Be quiet for me~” Is the last thing he says before coming deep inside, making my arch back and a clear moan almost slip out of my lips if it wasn’t for his hand.

I ear him huff heavily right by my ear making me clench harder around him. He sounded so good and I wish I could have seen him coming. He slowly lowers his hand to rest it on my lower stomach.

“I needed that..” He sighs before slipping out of me slowly.

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byeongqueen · 3 years

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ravn with virgin reader and a size kink im like super short so 😩😩

There you go luv !

Pairing : Kim Youngjo | Ravn x Reader

Genre : Smut

Word count : 464

The atmosphere was hot, just as much as both of your bodies were. You were trapped against the wall, Youngjo’s tall frame pressed up against you, his lips attached to your neck. Your hands went under his shirt, and clawed very softly at his back.

“Youngjo, please more ..” You whined. “I think I’m ready.”

He lifted his head up to look at you in the eyes. He seemed to be making sure you said that because you mean it, and not because of what he was doing to you.”

“Yes I’m sure, don’t look at me like that!” You seemed to have read trough his mind, and a grin appeared on your face when you saw him all startled because of it. “Come on, we’ve been dating for months, I know I can trust you on that.”

He only responded with a smile and lifted you up to then throw you on the bed, directly crawling up on top of you. He had been dreaming of that moment but never wanted to push you to do anything you’d be uncomfortable with, so he just waited. But now that you gave him the green light, he was going to show you all he could do. He skill fully opened your button up shirt, his large hands retracing all of your torso.

“You feel so tiny under me, under my hands, I love it so much.”

He proceeded to discard both of your clothes completely, leaving you both in just your undies. He couldn’t keep his hands of off you, making comment about your pretty skin, calling you baby every once in a while.

“I’m going to need you to be completely honest with me in your feeling right? I don’t wanna hurt my baby in any way.”

You could only nod, and he started preparing you with his fingers, his hands seeming even more gigantic now. He fingered you, at different paces, different intensities, to make sure you were ready to receive him. Youngjo was not long, but he definitely was thick, and even though he wouldn’t admit it, that was scaring him a little. He really wanted to experience to be enjoyable for the two of you. After asking you almost 6 times if you were really okay, and really sure, he finally pushed into you, slowly, inch by inch, only moving when you gave him the signal to do so. He had to refrain from thrusting harder, your small body, whining and squirming under him was driving him completely crazy. You looked just like a doll, and it was really endearing to him. Once he saw that little spark in your eye, he started to smile.

“F-faster Youngjo, p-please”.

He complied to that demand with all of the pleasure in the world.

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kazooms · 3 years

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Oneus Ravn x gn reader ▪︎ fluff ▪︎ cw: mentions of food ▪︎ wc: 247

[02:03am]

Youngjo was still watching random YouTube videos in your shared living room while you were asleep. It wasn't a rare occurrence for your boyfriend to be up later than you.

He was a bit hungry, so he decided to warm up some remains of the kimchi he had left from yesterday.

He prepared a bowl and put it into the microwave for three minutes and sat back down in the living room in the meantime. Time passed quickly as he continued watching a video, and soon the microwave's loud obnoxious beeping jolted him out of his thoughts, taking a second to progress what's going on.

He jumped over the couch and bolted into the kitchen to turn off the microwave, but at the same time you appeared by the doorway.

You were rubbing your face sleepily and muttering, "Why are you being so loud..?"

Youngjo came up to you and pulled your face into his chest, his cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. "S-Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you"

You were still half asleep, so you slung your arms around his middle and leaned more into him. He realized you were about to fall asleep again, so he picked you up by the thighs. "Let's get you back to bed"

Instinctively, your legs went around him and your arms held onto him for support. He carefully put you back into bed and tucked you in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Sleep well baby"

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sayonara-taemin · 3 years

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[19:24]

"What are you dreaming of?"

Keonhee smiled at you before placing a soft kiss on your cheeks.

"Nothing. I'm just day dreaming of kissing you."

#oneuswewriters #kpopscape #ficscafe #kwritersworldnet #wkcnet #oneus #oneus x reader #keonhee #lee keonhee #knet-bakery #keonhee x reader #lee keonhee x reader

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yeongwvnhi · 3 years

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Them as your college boyfriend

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Pairing - Oneus x genderneutral reader

Genre - fluff, angst, suggestive (yet again the whole package)

Warnings - bullying, language, nosebleed, two vague mentions of sex (for the jokes) but of course nothing explicit

Taglist - @twancingyunhoe

Word count - idk,, sth between 1k-2k words

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Youngjo

Most likely your seat mate or classmate first of all

Since he's such a sweetheart everyone loves him

A lot of girls in your class probably have a crush on him

He befriended you at the start of the first semester because he just immediately liked you (platonically at first)

Guess that didn't sit right with some of your fellow classmates

Let's assume you're not his seat mate for this

The jealous girls who sit behind you are talking shit about you and laughing

Some might even throw balls of paper at you with insults written on them

Of course Youngjo notices that something isn't right because you're acting weird

He's going to ask you repeatedly what's wrong

But you won't tell him because you think it's silly and that they will just stop

Of course it sadly doesn't work like that

The girls go even further,, purposely hitting your shoulder when passing by

Or tripping you

They even go as far as to spread rumors

And when they finally reach Youngjo he's going to be FURIOUS

First of all he's going to look for you to comfort you

But when he sees the girls in your class cornering you he gets mad again, yelling at them to back the fuck off

They try to pretend like they don't know what's going on, but quickly run away when he looks like he's gonna explode

Youngjo is going to hug you tightly and tell you that it's going to be okay and that he's there for you anyways

And even though this is a shitty timing, tells you that he really likes you

Of course you say that you like him back and he asks you out djjxjdg

After that he'd quickly make it a point that both of you are off-limits and he'll protect you

Will probably walk you to all your classes, even if you don't share them and give you a kiss in front of the classroom

Nobody messes with you anymore and you finally found nice friends

They always tease you for Youngjo being so protective, but they're not serious because they understand where he's coming from

And because he's a little shit you bet your ass he will always manage to give you at least one hickey

Because he's possessive but in a good way 💔

Seoho

You only share one class with him and that is chemistry

He immediately caught your eye from the first lesson you shared because he sits diagonally in front of you

Ironically he was kind of late on that day and clumsy him forgot his pencil case

So he turned around and went "pssst"

When you looked up at him, confused and all, he shyly smiles and asks if you've got a spare pen

Lucky for him, you never leave the house with less than two pens, so you lend it to him

"You can just give it back when we see us next time" you tell him and he thanks you a few times before going on to do his task

After that day you couldn't get that small encounter out of your head

Why? Because the two guys behind you gossip a lot,, saying Seoho is mean and cold etc

So next week when you have that class again Seoho sits down next to you instead of his original seat

He smiles at you and holds out your pen towards you "Thanks a lot for last week, you really saved my ass"

You tell him it's no big deal and introduce yourself to him finally

Turns out it's very fortunate for you that he decided to sit next to you now because you're not getting anything the professor is teaching

Seoho sees you struggling and kindly explains everything you don't understand

After that the two of you become really close and even hang out after classes to grab something something drink or to eat

This goes on for a few months before you finally just gain the courage to talk to him about your feelings

"What did you want to talk about?" He asks you after your classes for the day are over, the two of you met behind the building for more privacy

"I uhm... realized that I really like you... I just wanted you to know that" you tell him rather quietly, but he heard it all very clearly

"I really like you too, Y/N!" Seoho smiles brightly at you when you meet his gaze, and asks if you want to go out with him

Of course you say yes!! Jxjdnh

So since you knew he wasn't a big fan of PDA or skinship in general you never really initiated much of it unless he decided he wanted to hold hands or hug you

Of course that went differently when you weren't in college

Mostly he was chilling over at your apartment/house/dorm after classes were over for the two of you

He loves to give you random kisses out of nowhere or just grab your hand to play with your fingers

If you were over at his place, you'd just be chilling somewhere or you'd be laying in his lap and taking a nap after a stressful day while he was stroking your hair

But there were also days where he texted you in the middle of a lecture to meet him in the hallways of the toilets

When you got there he just pulled you behind the corner to make out with you for a good two or three minutes just to walk away shortly after, telling you that's all what he wanted

"Are you serious?! I hate you" you'd grumble and walk away, pissed off because he left you all riled up

Whenever he did that, you'd straight up ignore him until classes were over just to get him all whiny and clingy, begging for your attention and saying how he was sorry

Geonhak

You two befriended each other during the last year of high school and coincidentally enrolled into the same college, so you were glad to have someone you knew

Sadly you two didn't share a lot of classes, so you only saw each other during the breaks or after classes were over

But you had each other's number so it wasn't all too bad

He'd often text you during his free periods how he was so bored and that he hated the teacher he had for the next class

You'd jokingly tell him to stop being a baby and to toughen up

Of course he'd get cocky and say how he already was tough since he works out a lot, always getting you flustered when he (jokingly) offered to demonstrate it to you

Everyone knows the two of you as the bickering duo because you're always at each other's throats, but the second someone says something mean to one of you it's on sight

Geonhak always (again, jokingly) complains about how difficult or annoying you are, but he'd never let someone bad-mouth you on his watch

You also bet that he's always going to pick you up when you've got a shared class next or when classes are over

And he's going to walk you home (whether that be actually home or just the dorms)

Right from the beginning everyone just automatically assumed y'all are dating

But you aren't ✨surprise✨

Of course Geonhak soon realizes that he actually has feelings for you

And the second he's sure of it, he tells you

Like... in the middle of the walkway on your way from college

Of course you're perplexed and need a few seconds to comprehend what the hell he just said to you

When it finally clicks, you tell him that you feel the same

I swear the cutest, most wholesome smiles breaks out on his face and he hugs you

Catching you off guard yet again, but you hug him back

From then on the two of you stopped denying the questions about dating, and all your friends are like "we knew right away"

Even though Geonhak also isn't big on PDA or skinship, he doesn't mind holding your hand or giving you a quick peck here or there

But behind closed doors he's just a giant teddy bear, always wanting to cuddle

Or, well.... or he's gonna be pinning you against the next best wall the second you two are alone

Keonhee

He's your seat mate in all the classes you share

Which are... literally almost all wnjdjdjfh

You're just bound to become friends, so lucky for you that Keonhee is such a nice and cute guy, trying to help you out whenever he can

For example that one time when you forgot your P.E. bag in the last classroom and were just on your way back

There was Keonhee, meeting you halfway and handing you your bag with a chuckle and ruffling your hair "be careful with your stuff" He jokes and smiles before leaving

That's what made you fall in love with his unnecessarily tall ass in the first place

You decided to be subtle about your feelings and just opted for asking him about stuff concerning your curriculum or assignments more often than usual

But Keonhee isn't stupid, of course he noticed how you seem to be initiating more conversations with him

He didn't mind at all though, he thought you were cute and he already knew that he had a crush on you

Keonhee was also rather popular among the girls, so you decided to not get your hopes up just in case

Well lucky you because he decided he wanted to confess to you on a Friday to give you time with your answer

So he asked you to meet him behind the gym after your P.E. class, saying he's got something important to tell you

That phrase left you on your toes all day and you had a hard time concentrating in your P.E. class

Which led to you getting a volleyball right on your nose, causing it to bleed and someone had to take you into the gym's infirmary room so you could lie down

At least your nosebleed stopped after 5 minutes, so you washed up and checked if your nose was okay

Luckily your nose is fine and you can continue class with your mind now more focused on paying attention

After class is done, you wash up, get changed and then realize that Keonhee is waiting for you behind the gym, making your brain go haywire

When you meet him, his gaze instantly falls to your, still red tinted, nose

"What happened? Are you okay?" He immediately worries and gets in your face, flustering you unintentionally

"N-Nothing! Just a small accident!"

Keonhee pouts cutely and playfully scolds you for not being careful

Then you remind him that he wanted to tell you something

You watch him get nervous but that doesn't last long when he puts his big hands on your shoulders and meets your eyes

"I uhm I really like you, Y/N" He blurts out and you blink a few times, perplexed

Keonhee takes that as a sign to leave, but you stop him and also blurt out how you like him back

A huge smile breaks out on his face and he hugs you excitedly

After a few weeks everyone on campus knew you were dating and Keonhee wasn't shy on showing his love for you at any time or place

He'd always hold your hand, have his hand on your waist or give you back-hugs

Also loves to make out in empty classrooms during breaks, but you didn't hear that from me

Hwanwoong

Big surprise, but you've already been dating him before you entered college, so it was a huge bonus to hear you both made it into the same one

But sadly you don't share a lot of classes, so you always sit together during lunch and meet at who's locker is closer during breaks to talk

Word quickly went around and by the 2nd or 3rd week, pretty much everyone in the facility knew you two were dating and therefore off-limits

But of courseeeee it wouldn't be college without a little drama, right? So obviously there were girls who were hitting on Woong and guys/girls who were hitting on you

The two of have been dating for a long while though, obviously nothing would drive you apart

So the two of you had enough of the constant flirting that you just decided to be bold as fuck and made sure to make out whenever people were around who were hitting on you😳

Pretty soon everyone realized the two of you were happy together and FINALLY!! left you alone

But did that mean you two stopped being nasty in the hallways? Hell no

Your friends learned the hard way that it was better to not look for the two of you when you were gone during the breaks

Because one of your female friends had walked in on you two doing the dirty in an empty classroom at the end of a hallway 👁👄👁

Poor girl ran away for the sake of her eyes lmao

You two have no shame smh even the teachers make sure to leave you alone when you're not to be found at your lockers or in a hallway/the cafeteria

Surprisingly enough, you two were quite decent in your classes though

Your classmates would often come to you when they had problems with a topic

Woong and you even founded a study group for everyone in your year who needed help,, available every weekend aside from vacation

Everyone loves you guys even though you're nasties😭

At some point during the year there was a transfer student who didn't know you two are dating

So when he asked someone about your whereabouts, one of your friends deadass said that you're either eat each other's throats somewhere aka making out

Or that you were doing the deed

Poor guy thought they were joking and didn't listen to your friends' warnings and stupidly went looking for you

Instant regret is all I'm going to say here

So basically Woong is just your horny boyfriend who loves you to bits and pieces though and will fight anyone who dares to hit on you and vice versa

Dongju

Dongju is a transfer student and you got assigned to show him around and make him feel welcome

Of course you didn't mind and even though he looked really intimidating at first

He actually is really cute and a giant sweetheart 🥺

You became his first friend that day and you even exchanged numbers 👀

If he ever had a problem in finding a classroom or literally anything...

He'd come to you

He wouldn't even consider asking a teacher or whoever was close by

No, you were always his first option and I- he's so cute pls😭

Anyways,, after a month or two he got the important bits of the building down

You bet he will walk you to your classes and meet you after they're over

Because he just really likes you

And you quickly realize you like him too~

So you two meet up after the day of exhausting classes to get a bite to eat or have something to drink somewhere and talk about everything and anything that comes to mind

And a month or two again after getting even closer, Dongju decides to ask you out

He does it when you two are sitting in your usual cafe and you're so happy and excited,, immediately telling him that you'd love to go out with him

No one is surprised when they see you guys entering campus while holding hands and giggling to each other like little middle schoolers

But they all support you and wish you luck

Your friends will tease you for it but of course not in a mean way

Knowing that Dongju is a little inexperienced, you two take everything nice and slow and not rush anything

You tell each other whenever something bothers you, because it's important to build a relationship on communication and trust

Since Dongju is really mature, he handles everything like a professional 😳👍🏻

Your classmates are surprised about how you two never argue and just have such nice chemistry

I think that a relationship with Dongju is just very... well mature, because he handles everything so good

No one ever caught you two kissing in college or outside because you're not too big on PDA

It was mutually decided that holding hands and hugging is more than enough when you're out in the open

Doesn't mean you don't come to classes with hickeys on your necks occasionally tho 👀

#yuki writes #kwritersworldnet #oneuswewriters #oneus #oneus fluff #oneus angst #oneus suggestive #oneus headcanons #oneus imagines #oneus scenarios #tw bullying #tw blood #yeongwvnhi.txt

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starlit-serenade · 3 years

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ONEUS When They Accidentally Say Something That Hurts Their S/O

Summary: How would ONEUS react when they realize they accidentally said something hurtful to their S/O?

Word Count: 1,800 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

Rated: E / Warnings: Very slight weight mention (Keonhee's) / Genre: Very slight angst; Fluff;

《 ONEUS Masterlist 》

Kim Youngjo (Ravn)

He would catch himself and apologize immediately. He would do everything in his power to keep you from leaving--he doesn't want you to be apart and leave an argument unresolved. And he'd beat himself up for hurting you.

You had entered the studio and spotted your boyfriend, Youngjo, hunched over the table with a headset over his ears, still hard at work. He was absolutely oblivious to the fact that it's almost midnight.

When you had asked him to come home with you, he had agreed. But you had mentioned that he hadn't been home all day, and said that he needed to take care of himself and that he's been neglecting himself, and he got upset.

"You wouldn't understand, you aren't an idol," he snaps. You freeze, and feel your shoulders sag and your heart drop.

Youngjo must see your face drop, because before you can turn back to the door to leave, he has his arms around you, hugging you, holding you tightly.

"I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have said that. That was unfair to say," he says. You don't respond, and he continues. "Please, don't go. That wasn't fair. I'm sorry, baby."

He pulls away and cups your face to look at you. "Baby, are you okay? Please say something."

You inhale. "That was mean," you say finally. He exhales, relieved that you've responded, and nods.

"Yes, it was. I'm a bad boyfriend," he says. "Let me apologize. I'll take a day off tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow, it's just me and you, okay?"

You sniff. "You don't have to. I just want you to take care of yourself."

"I want to," he says. "Let's go home, baby."

Lee Seoho (Seoho)

Seoho would have to be really tired or upset to say something hurtful to you, as he's usually very careful with his words. But he knows that whatever he said was not justified. The moment he realizes what he said, he'd apologize.

"Seoho," you call out when you arrive home. You kick off your shoes and head to the bedroom, where Seoho should be--his practice ends before your work. You two had planned to go out grocery shopping today.

"Seoho? Are you upstairs?" you ask as you climb up the stairs to the bedroom. There's no response, that came to my texts and didn't want me in my life I just wanted to be able and not just be you continue up. You note that the door is open, and peek into your bedroom to see Seoho on the bed, phone in hand. His eyes are trained on his phone, and he doesn't seem to even notice your presence.

"There you are," you murmur. He still doesn't respond, and you realize he has his earbuds in. You walk over in front of him and wave at him until he sees you and removes one earbud.

"Oh, Y/N," he says, blinking up at you. "You're home."

You nod. "Yup. I was calling for you. We should go grocery shopping before the sun's down, so we can have time to make dinner."

Seoho sighs, and mutters to himself, "Annoying."

You stare at him. "What? Excuse me? I'm annoying?"

He frowns at you, looking confused for a second before his eyes widen. "Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that. Let me explain."

He takes your hand and pulls you to sit next to him on the bed. You frown at him, but wait for him to explain.

"I was just. Exhausted from work. I meant that going out and being busy was annoying. God, Y/N, I'm sorry, that came out wrong," he says.

"No no, it's alright," you say, ruffling his hair, and he smiles sweetly at you. "Maybe I can go shopping for us?"

He shakes his head. "Stay with me."

"Mmkay. We can just order takeout today instead? And get groceries tomorrow?"

He nods, and you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Kim Geonhak (Leedo)

Right away, Geonhak would realize he went too far. He'd stop right away and apologize profusely. He'd know that he needs a bit of space or a short break to breathe, before apologizing and talking with you.

"Geonhak, you can't not respond to my texts or anything and expect me to have made dinner for two ready," you say. "You've been missing dinner for the past week and have been eating it at , and when I asked if you wanted me to make dinner for us both tonight

"You wouldn't get it," Geonhak says dismissively. "You aren't an idol, we have schedules and practice. I couldn't find the time. But of course you wouldn't get it. I just don't have the time."

You pause, absorbing his words. "You didn't have the time at all today to text me, is that it?" you ask, eyes tearing up. "Alright. Well, I'll make sure to make lunch again."

You can see Geonhak's face change. His eyes widen in shock, and he reaches out to grab your hands before you can turn away.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that," he says. "I just had a really stressful day. That was wrong of me to say, I'm so sorry Y/N. Let me just. Take a breath in the next room for a minute, okay? I'll be right back, I need a second."

You nod, and he exits the room. You're used to this. Not him accidentally saying something hurtful, but him often getting too worked up and having to take a breath. But after that, it always works out.

When he returns, he apologizes again for what he said. And then, he explains that he did lose track of time, due to a surprise interview and loads of practice. You two talk it over much calmer this time, and he apologizes again for what he said.

Lee Keonhee (Keonhee)

Keonhee would never say anything mean about you, but he might say something a little harsher than intended, or maybe with a bad tone. But the moment that he realizes what he said, he would instantly stop and apologize profusely. He'd beat himself up about hurting you like that.

You're curled up on your bed with your head on your boyfriend Keonhee's chest.

"Keonhee," you say, and he hums in acknowledgement. "Keonhee, I'm gonna go get some snacks, okay?"

He nods, and you push yourself up off of him, your hand pressed against his chest, and he lets out a loud groan.

"Ohhh gosh, you're heavy, Y/N," he says.

You feel a feeling of embarrassment wash over you and mumble a quick "Oh, sorry," as you remove your hands from his chest quickly.

"Ah, wait baby!" Keonhee grabs your hand quickly before you can go. He sits up and moves so he can sit in front of you. "I didn't mean your weight. You just, you pressed down on my chest really abruptly and it felt heavy."

You tilt your head, sort of understanding him. But not quite. Thankfully, he continues.

"I should have said 'ow, you pressed down on my chest really hard,'" he says, clutching at his chest to demonstrate what he should have done. You laugh a bit at his silliness, but resume your pouting. He takes your hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "I'm sorry, baby, I misspoke. Bad boyfriend, bad Keonhee. I'm so sorry, baby."

"It's okay, Keonhee," you say. "Only if you get snacks instead of me."

"Deal." He presses another kiss to your knuckles. "Love you baby."

Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong)

Hwanwoong doesn't always watch his words carefully, so feelings might get hurt on accident at times. But once he sees that something hurt you, he'd stop himself and apologize.

"Oh my gosh, there’s is a little harsher and I'm really looking for something that can help me get my own stuff done and then I can an audition for a small dance group!" you say, pausing your scrolling through your social media at the sight of an advertisement. You look at your boyfriend who sits on the other end of the couch. "Woong, should I audition."

"Oh no, Y/N," Hwayoung says, shaking his head. You pause, and nod slightly. You know he doesn't mean it in a hurtful way--you don't usually dance--but you've always been itnterested in it, even before you met him, and you'd hoped that joining a group would be a start.

"Yeah. Maybe you're right . . ." you say, and you see Hwanwoong look up in surprise.

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N, I'm so sorry it came out like that. I just meant you don't have the practice yet," he says, standing up. He walks over and takes your hands, kneeling in front of you. "When's the audition? I can help you practice before then. How does that sound?"

You nod, looking at him kneeling with his face inches from yours, and you feel the corners your lips lift. "Sounds great, Woong."

"Perfect, when is it?" he asks. You look at the date.

"Two weeks."

"Oh, that's plenty of time! I'm sure you could be better than me by then!" He pokes your nose and you laugh a bit.

"Thank you, Woong."

Son Dongju (Xion)

Dongju doesn't usually say mean things. but if a disagreement gets really bad, or if he gets really mad, he might get more easily caught up in his emotions or annoying and unintentionally raise his voice.

"Y/Nie," Dongju asks from the kitchen, and you look up from your spot on the couch.

"Yes DoongDoongie?" you ask.

"Did you see a bag of chips in the cupboard?"

"Oh yeah, I did," you say, worriedly. "Was that yours? I'm sorry," you say apologetically. "

He sighs. "Y/N," he grumbles to himself as he walks over and plops down on the other end of the couch from you. He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling, obviously fuming.

"Sorry, Dongju. Do you want me to go buy you some?"

"It's fine."

He shakes his head, "It's fine."

"Dongju--"

"Y/N, it's fine," he says. Not quite yelling, but his voice is definitely raised. You shrink into yourself.

"Alright," you say quietly.

"Y/N, sorry," he grabs your hand. "That was wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

You nod, not meeting his eyes. "It's okay. It's my fault."

"No, no. I shouldn't have raised my voice." He squeezes your hand. "Y/N, can you look at me?"

You look up at him, and see he's pouting at you.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I really am. Forgive me?"

You nod, humming gently. "I forgive you. Do you want me to buy you more chips?"

He thinks for a second. "Let's go together, okay baby?"

You smile. "Alright."

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tomoonine · 4 years

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♫ Ottoke Song | heartstrings

▶ Ottoke Song (From Weekly Idol) — Hyojung (OH MY GIRL) [son dongju] - ONEUS

I like you so much Oh, my Oh, my You’re so pretty Oh, my Oh, my Why don’t we date? What do you think? Just give me your answer Tell me that you like me

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“Can’t you look a little bit more enthusiastic, sunshine?” Dongju’s morose expression intensifies at your request, especially considering that this is your fourth time recording him. At the frown, the pout your lips form only increases in size.

“Believe me when I say I’ve done more than enough, (Y/N).” He deadpans as soon as you lower your phone down. “I’ve done this too many times than necessary.”

“To be fair,” you started. “The only reason why I’m taking so many videos is because you’re doing it so half-assed! You promised me you’d do this, so let’s keep going until I’m satisfied, okay?”

Well he didn’t exactly promise you he’d do it. Dongju is about to argue, but Dongmyeong, who was happily spectating his suffering, beats him to it. “Hey, they’re right though. You’ve been doing it so boringly, even Geonhak-hyung can do it better than you. I can probably do the Ottoke song better than you, even with my eyes closed!”

“No.” Dongju closes his eyes before he can see his brother do anything more embarrassing. “You don’t need to demonstrate for us. Wait, why are you even here?”

Dongmyeong ignores his question and stands up from the couch. “Listen, you’re not even trying for (Y/N). As your older brother, I need to show you the proper way to do aegyo. And the proper way to your significant other’s heart. Music please! One, two, three--”

It’s absolutely embarrassing. Dongmyeong is literally acting cute in front of Dongju, and he’s doing it with his eyes shut. Dongju couldn’t even coerce him to stop because Dongmyeong is singing so loud that Dongju can’t even hear himself. It doesn’t mean he can’t hear you laughing loudly however, so he’ll definitely get his revenge sooner or later.

In the meantime, Dongju has to gather his pride and get this over with. He can’t handle seeing Dongmyeong acting like this, and if Dongju hears one more “What do you think? Just give me your answer~” he might actually bite Dongmyeong as a response.

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 3 years

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Patience || Hwanwoong

So I did this entire prompt with ONEUS you can read that here. But my dumbass self forgot to write Hwanwoongs part. I hope you all enjoy and I'll add this as a link to read on the other post as well! Thank you to the person who told me I forgot Hwanwoong. It was not supposed to be a moment of neglect I had just been overworked from my job and schooling, now onto the Hwanwoong fic💖 btw The Hwanwoong not hugging Dongju much anymore is actually true 💔

Pairing: Hwanwoong x reader

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint

Prompt: avoiding their skin ship prank

Warnings: none just an annoyed Hwanwoong!

Gif credits to rightful owner ✨

Xion is the culprit of this evil plan, but you can't say you aren't interested to see what the outcome would be.

Ju🐻🍯: hear me out👀👀👀 prank Hwanwoong.

Y/n: why would I do that?

Ju🐻🍯: because it'd be funny. Avoid his skin ship as a prank and see what he does👀 get back at him for avoiding my hugs now of days saying I'm "too old for them"

Y/n: that's a valid reason and I'm a bit interested so fvck it

So the plan was set and stone after that point. He was coming over in an hour so why not? What could go wrong? It's the most harmless prank so sure.

Hwanwoong arrived and at the door was was ready to hug you but you moved to the side immediately.

1st strike. Weird usually you tackle him immediately at the doorway. But he brushed it off pretty quickly, and went in to leave a kiss on your cheek quickly after. You could see how baffled and confused he was when you dodged it to completely close the door.

2nd strike. Even weirder, does he mention it? Does he wait for you to hug or kiss him first? Does he try again. Boy had every thought running through his head. He was a bit stumped, he could be overthinking or thinking to little. Noting something could be wrong he decided to mention it just slightly.

“Is everything okay? How have you been?” Trying to be as subtle as he could be reaching his hand to play with your fingers. You squeezed his hand then unlaced your hands quickly after. The squeeze left him to think everything was more so okay but how you let go of his hand doesn't know if he should see it as a 3rd strike.

‘‘Everything's okay baby how are you? Want any snacks? I could grab some.” You noted walking to the kitchen. You both made small talk so he believed for everything to be okay. It wasn't until he went in for a kiss and you looked right at him then turned your back to grab a glass of water. He was completely lost, did you suddenly dislike physical affection?? You where talking like normal and everything was normal besides that. Maybe Hwanwoong was just overthinking but he decided the best thing was to be patient, knowing you he’d suspect you to tell him if something was up with physical affection for you.

The problem that sparks in the 10 minutes after is that he isn’t sure how long he can last without your physical affection. Something about your embrace is like subtle confirmation of romantic feeling. He put his head on your shoulder as you talked and you brushed his head off but continued your story. Hwanwoong tried to keep patience but at this point couldn't help to feel a little sad at the amount you brushed off his affection. The prank also wasn't only affecting him but you as well, you didn't know how long you could last. Finally Hwanwoong couldn’t help to bare it anymore, that was officially the 3rd strike that caused him to actually note it to you.

“Hey baby, sorry to interrupt but I’ve been patient the entire time over but my brain cant stop wrapping around the fact you’ve been actively avoiding all my affection? Are you just not much into affection anymore, is something up, did I do something wrong, what’s up?” He said with a bit of sadness in his voice even if you was him trying to stay positive. Your heart shattered at that moment.

“No baby nothings wrong. Dongju told me a prank idea to pull on you since you’ve been avoiding hugs is to avoid your affection and I was curious to see your reaction I’m sorry baby.” You quickly went to hold his hand and squeeze it lightly. Even though he was a little mad a feeling of relief washed over him. He will kill Dongju later but that doesn’t matter.

“Oh thank god, now can we cuddle? After being deprived I just want to hold you and watch something if that's alright” He said with a chuckle. You could happily oblige to his request.

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bearseokie · 3 years

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Insomniac (M) | yonghoon

Stuck in your apartment awake all night suffering from insomnia, you befriend your neighbor, Yonghoon, when you overhear him singing on his fire escape.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | fic | 2.7k ] PAIRING — neighbor! yonghoon x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — neighbor! au, romance, suggestive WARNINGS — mature themes, suggestive content, eavesdropping, falling in love with a stranger

one.

In the mischievous midnight, it was his voice that calmed your senses the most. The man a floor above you, your window opened, and his impeccable vocals seeping into your ears. A blow of the wind would carry his words into another direction, but they always came back around. For your ears only, the pleasant melody of a stranger.

You found yourself falling asleep easier at night, whistling the tunes of the repeated songs sung by the stranger at odd hours of the day, and even once caught yourself leaning against the windowsill of your apartment just to hear him clearer.

It was a continuous feeling in your gut that pulled you to him, whether or not he was singing. You’d hear him clear his throat just before starting up another song, or even hear him laughing at himself—but they always made your limbs shiver. He enjoyed his own talent, and you began to enjoy him.

But some nights fell silent, his apartment seemingly abandoned and leaving you alone to your own thoughts. What does he do? Is this his career? Is he in a band? With such a brilliant voice, it was too straightforward to consider the man an official performer. He could be anyone with this as his hobby, but your mind still wanted to imagine him giving these same feelings and chills to an entire crowd and not just you a floor down in your own living space.

Gut feelings, they’re seamless. Unquestionable, your instincts will always know better than your mind or heart; but you still listen to the trio in its entirety. Your mind creates scenarios you wish to play out, your heart beats harder from the imaginary feelings and reimbursing reality, but your gut always knows where you lead you that’s best.

Dark pavement beneath your shoes and a walk at a later hour than usual, it turned into what you had waited for. A small club being smoothed over by his voice, the band at his back giving each other smiles and laughs, and every single person in the crowd shivering with that same giddy emotion.

Yonghoon, the man now with a face on his body and his name on the chalkboard, had been performing for two hours before his eyes surfed over the packed club to find you. Weaseling your way past the man at the door just to peer inside and match with his dark brown eyes. You finally had the chance to see his smile light up the entire building and your heart all at once. Like when you make eye contact with an animal a long ways away and they deem you as not being a threat, keep moving along in their world—you felt comfort from seeing him in his own space.

His eyes shined like light hitting a raven’s feathers, glazed over with tears from the blazing lights over his head. Lips forming words, his voice was louder in your ears than anyone else’s. The use of the microphone at his mouth was almost unnecessary from his blaring pipes, each note capturing your feet in place like wet cement was at your ankles.

It was only when a hefty arm caught your shoulder and twisted around that you remembered you were a person in a body standing in the middle of the opening of the club. “In or out, please.” The guard at the door seemed tired of having to peel people away from the performance, but he only shook his head once at your appalled state.

But your tongue moved faster, eyes blinking in tandem with the thumping bass shaking the floor. “Out.” Every muscle contracting and releasing to pull you from the club, the oxygen around you only slipped back into your lungs as the familiar feeling of your apartment surrounded you.

“What are the odds?” You whispered to yourself, an estranged feeling now in your gut. You finally witnessed the man in his own world, not in the comfort of his home where he could belt out any note without feeling watched, and yet he still sang beautifully. As if the world turned for him like a record on a needle, he had everything in the palm of his hand.

And once again, midnight creeped around the corner. His voice painted a picture above, body cradled on the windowsill staring up at the stars. Completely undisturbed, your voice caught him first.

“Nice to know I’m not the only one listening to this every night.” The honking of horns and chatter of people still on the streets below didn’t cover your voice like you thought it would, Yonghoon standing from his sitting position to peer around.

“You saw me tonight?” His brows were furrowed, but he still wore a smile on his face.

“Only for a little bit of time, but it was enough.”

“Why didn’t you stick around?” Intrigued, he dipped himself back down onto the windowsill and ignored the cold wind of the nightly air brushing against his face.

“Call me selfish, but I prefer hearing you when we’re all alone.” You laughed at yourself silently, the same out-of-body feeling in your chest as when you saw him performing earlier that night. It doesn’t seem to let up around him at all, in fact. “I can hear you clear as day when it’s just the two of us.”

“And yet, it is ironically past midnight.”

“I don’t sleep well these days.” Your sentence was nearly halted by his overlapping sound, a defiant sight creating a delightfully understanding word.

“Ahh—” he chuckled. “A fellow insomniac.”

“That would be the term, yes.” You laughed back, but knew the two of you bonding was already a step above whatever scenario you could have ever created in your own head. Just like all humans, the imaginary person you dream and conceive when you’re away from a person you enjoy is only a concept of them. But Yonghoon was filling in his own shoes, and riddling you astounded.

“So, my new friend—” All surroundings flourished so loud you could hardly make out his voice, but even you knew what he was asking. “—what song would you like to hear next?”

two.

One song turned into two, and two turned into three. Like getting a mixtape of your favorite songs sang by your favorite vocalist, you were in your own form of heaven. Nothing in the world could touch you, not even the things that scare you most. No stress, no worries, all of it covered by Yonghoon’s voice until the sky broke with purple and blue and the sun fought to rise.

“Already dawn.” He smiled, the cracks of the fire escape helping you see his cheeks rise and head shake. “I kept you up all night.”

“I would have been awake anyways. You just gave me company and music all at once.” You hated admitting it, but having him singing for you, directly to you, made each night that you listened to him in silence feel like they were a dream, themselves. As if you hadn’t actually been here, only a cloud in the sky listening to the humans below.

“I don’t suppose you’d still like to stick with me?” He asked, peering down to find your eyes through the same cracks that you gazed up at. His smile was sideways, hair greasy from the humidity of the morning, and clothes from the same stage he had been on that night.

“Depends on if you go shower first.” His laugh is better than his vocals, that’s for sure.

“Same for you?” He questioned through his own cackle. “I’ll come down in forty-five minutes and we’ll go get coffee, yeah?”

“It’s a date.”

And a date, as seen by movies and media, is always chalked up to so many things at once they can make someone dizzy. Walking hand-in-hand or side-by-side, staring at their lips as they talk, someone paying for the entire meal instead of just one, and the oh-so-classic kiss at their front door before parting.

But Yonghoon, swooning and bright-smiled, catered to it all so peacefully. Capturing your hand as you walked together down the sidewalk to the café on the corner, paying for your drink and breakfast, eyeing your mouth as you talked and told him all you could say in a short amount of time that wouldn’t leave him thinking you’re weird for speaking so much, watching you listen attentively to his own words and stories in the mix of yours, and the best part—the kiss.

“I’ve never spent so much time with a stranger.” Admittedly, you laughed along with him in the hopes he’d understand that you hadn’t, either. “But this was thrilling.”

His eyes admired your face with the same glistening twinkle in them as when he performs, palm now against the frame of your door. He was like an embodiment of the word charming, your eyes blinking at him like he’d fade away in a mirage.

“So,” his smile, so cherishing and warm. “What’s next?”

“What does your day consist of? Considering I’ve already taken over an entire night and morning, I’ll admit I'm not ready to part just yet.”

It was the word ‘part’ that brought his pearled teeth to shine between his lips, his back to lean him forward, his face to turn opposite of yours to find your mouth in a deep kiss. Like he was sucking the air from you, you pulled back in an abrupt way that made even him laugh.

“Another try?” You asked, eyes squinting from embarrassment before they relaxed. He didn’t miss a beat, pressing his lips to yours for a second kiss.

Small movement, softness, and a flutter of your heart. The man you had listened to sing into the night’s air, faceless and nameless, had swept you off your feet with his voice and made you find solace so simply. Yonghoon, an obvious enjoyer of life and your shaking limbs in his hold as you both smiled into the kiss, had become someone important to your little world.

“What is the extreme measure here?” You asked with a heaving voice, his eyebrow cocking in wonder.

“Such as me coming into your apartment with you after only knowing you for a little over ten hours now?”

Your smile made him nod, voice small from his warm glare. “Such as exactly that.”

“Why wonder what could be if you can act on it?”

Standing outside of your own apartment with shivers running up your spine from his words, he truly did make you think. You could have said nothing last night, listened to him contently like you did every night he was home—and yet you spoke up. You could have made the conversation small, let it wither away—but you let it continue on. It was a common factor - letting your control slip from your grasp - that gave you the confidence to befriend the stranger in the first place. So why not take control now and play this out for what it is?

“Come right in, then.”

three.

Nightfall, hours of spilling life to one another, and Yonghoon with his chin in his palm and his eyes following your pacing form. Oblivious to the tiredness in your bones, darkening eyes, and slowing pace: normally you’d be crashing from sleeplessness at a time like this. But the adrenaline in your veins couldn’t leave your form with Yonghoon here, so close.

Back and forth, his stories filling your mind and helping you piece the man together. All while yours gave him a better idea of who had been listening. You had gotten more out of today than the month of listening to his voice sing notes of love songs, pain, and happiness all together did—and the lingering feeling in your stomach never subsided.

“What makes you excited?” His question caught you off guard, the few seconds of silence finally letting your mind race with the reality of having him in your safe space as he truly is.

“Hmm?” The sound wasn’t just from your curiosity of what he meant, but what he was expecting the answer to be.

“What do you think about that makes your heart race from the thought alone? Or what do you do that makes your hands shake from the enthusiasm?” He asked questions that left you on the edge of your seat and made his mind seem like a huge puzzle for you to solve. You couldn’t configure what was next, and that’s what differentiated from him in your mind and the man sitting before you now.

“There are so many examples in life that make us giddy.” He began to explain. “Sex, love, romantic acts done to or around us; they make our heart beat faster. Stepping down one step and accidentally slipping down a second is another, but it’s less controlled. Do you enjoy control?” His words seemed nearly perverted, but he had a point. When you section life off as things that can and cannot be controlled, you’re left with two very different sides.

“Control is overrated.” Your response made him sit back, tap his index finger against his chin, and his eyes roll over your frame from head to toe. “If I had any, true, sense of control—we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Valid response.” He nodded, but a pout was worn on his face. “But—” His voice was evident of a lingering question, one that had been missed multiple times all day due to not being the right moment. “—how long have you been listening to me sing from above?”

“A little over a month.”

“And you said no words, just listened?” You nodded at his questions, but your gut only tightened. “I was like your little secret.” The smirk on his lips overtook the pout, his eyes glazed over with a filter of courage and libido. “Is that what makes you excited? The thought of me?”

His palm moved from his chin to his knee in tandem with his other hand, the sweat forming from his own excitement being pressed into the fabric of his jeans.

“If I say yes to any of this—” His face was centered with yours, your pacing form finally moving in his direction after hours of keeping a respectful distance. “—would you consider me a creep?”

“And if I say I knew this entire time that you were listening to me, would you consider me a coward for not calling out to you first?”

The long nights of his vocals filling the air, all other neighbors ignoring the sound and going on with their evenings, but you being the only one to listen. It was stupid of you to think it wasn’t obvious, the sound of your window sliding open when the first note left his throat until the last echoed into the darkness. He had known for weeks, but you were on the same page of keeping your distance.

It takes every human emotion and instinct to hold back from doing something simple, common, and natural. The fight is like war—mentally, emotionally, and physically. He held back just as you did, two strangers enjoying each other’s company in silence.

“I would consider you human.” You spoke up, face feeling the heat of his cheeks as you fell down at his side to stare at him evenly. “All this time, and neither of us did anything.”

“Separate worlds mixing for a mere few hours a night, huh?” He laughed like he was being spoiled by the universe, and you were his muse.

“One last question.” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Yonghoon, casually placing his hand over your knee to rub the pad of his thumb in a circle, hummed in response. “Do we keep learning about each other, or return to the pleasing abyss?”

You meet a stranger. Hear their voice, smell their scent, catch their sight—once or repeatedly. And yet they stay at the front of your brain, the image of them like mental polaroids. Why is it that we fall in love with strangers? Everyone you meet is a stranger until you get to know them, but how can you know you love them if you’ve never met them?

One answer resides, and you didn’t have to question it for a split second—that gut feeling.

“Your call, stranger.”

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