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i will not vanish | two

I will not vanish [MASTERLIST] is a companion series/backstory to the ‘soulmates collection’ [doyoung]

demon haechan x fem reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst!!, comedic and fluff elements, tarot reader haechan

warnings and content: +18, explicit sexual content, oral f, body worshipping, titty sucking, first time penetrative sex for reader, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected and pulling out then protected (?), cum play, dirty talk, biting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, sexual tension, mutual pining, slow burn, tarot readings, fight scenes and use of swords/knives, magic snakes, wounds, swearing

other characters: demon jeno, immortal jaemin, doyoung, selene (oc), archangel mark

words: 17k

soulmates universe equivalent: my soulmate loves wine

note: the terminology used [demon, angel, archangel] has no correlation to the usual religious connotations

Mark was a peculiar man, you thought.

His eyes were dark as carbon just like his hair. They would pierce into yours as if they could read your mind. Perhaps, he could. He was an Archangel after all.

But he didn't feel frightening when he approached you that day, gently sitting on the dying grass near you.

“Are you my guardian Angel?” you finally spoke after his short monologue, explaining who he was.

Mark chuckled, closing his eyes, and showing white shiny teeth.

“No, I am not. And Haechan is not your guardian Demon either.”

He didn’t bother to explain how he knew you were thinking precisely that.

You swallowed.

“But you can come with me and ask him that yourself.”

When Mark said he knew where Haechan had run to, you had no idea that convincing the University Rector to suddenly let you take a gap year was going to be the most difficult thing to do.

“What if I promise you that I will get a sick as fuck dissertation on this travel? You’ll get so much fame and so many people will want to come and study here.”

The woman was slightly swinging back and forth in her huge chair as if unsure.

“Well, if you write it the same way you speak, I’m not sold.”

You fought the urge to sigh. “I am the smartest person in Slytherin.”

“That’s not true. It is, in fact, Kim Doyoun-”

“Okay, I’m the second smartest person in Slytherin.” You felt your eyebrow twitch.

“What’s even the topic?” she looked bored.

“Parallel universes,” you were firm.

The Rector had to hide a patronizing smile. “Research on parallel universes.”

Your fist tightened. “I think it’s absurd how we have all sorts of magic, and we can fly and stuff, and we don’t believe in parallel universes and people - no, beings - travelling to them through portals.”

“What would these beings be?”

You were unsure. Angels? Demons? Could that actually be the case or were Haechan and his weird friend group pulling the biggest prank in history?

“That would be my my research question, ma’am.”

You were so convincing that you convinced yourself as well. Or at least, you tried to not think too deeply about it.

But when you reached the city Mark gave you an appointment in, you fought the urge to run back home.

What were you doing? Were you that stupid and gullible to believe a stranger and follow him around?

Maybe.

But Haechan has always looked very strange to you as well. His magic wasn’t of your world, and the way both he and Jeno disappeared all of sudden wasn’t normal. You had to find out what the hell was going on.

“You actually came,” Mark commented, raising his eyes from the phone he was holding.

The man was sitting at a small round table, in front of a café, a steamy coffee to blur his face.

You sat down as well and looked around.

People were walking by and not giving both of you a single glance.

Of course, you just looked like two normal people having a conversation at a café. You had no idea why you felt like an undercover spy instead.

“So, where is he?”

You meant Haechan.

Mark leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms on his chest. He looked so confident that it was making you feel anxious as if you somehow fell into his trap.

“He’s right here,” he tilted his head towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

You looked at it, snapping your head. Some employees were inside but none of them looked like Haechan.

“Not here here. In the Universe he is right now this place is not a café but a tarot shop. That’s where you’ll go.”

“A tarot shop?”

Mark nodded.

“And he’s there.”

He nodded again.

“How do I reach him?”

Mark extended one hand on the table. You looked at his fingers. The palm was facing up and he had one faint scar in the middle of it.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

You had no idea what you expected to happen as you leaned forward and slowly brushed your fingertips with his. But you expected it to be something.

Yet nothing happened.

No electricity, no headache, no vision, no portal transportation. Just you and that strange man holding hands.

For a second you thought he was some type of creep, and you gathered all the magic you could feel ready to blow him the fuck away. But then his eyes became completely white, no iris and no pupils, and you gasped.

In a second his eyes came back to their usual very dark brown and he smiled.

“Tomorrow, come back here. Have a good night's sleep, that’s crucial. You’ll find him inside.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked quickly before he could get up.

“I thought you wanted to know where he is.”

You cleared your throat. “I’m just generally curious about him and you and this situation. From an Academic point of view. I’ll write a paper.”

Mark nodded as if not believing one single word. “You’re useful to me.”

“How?”

“You’ll bother him a lot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to ask more questions but just like the first time he spoke to you, you blinked and he was gone.

That morning you woke up after a good night's sleep, completely unaware you were in a different Universe with the task of finding a man called Haechan.

Haechan, Jaemin and Jeno were in silence at the round table. The first had a concentrated face as if he were completely in his head. The second looked bored and the third was simply waiting.

“I know,” the Demon finally broke the silence. “Kimchi jjigae.”

Jaemin’s mouth opened while his eyes closed. “Unbelievable.”

Jeno looked like about to attack at any time. “Were you thinking about what to have for dinner this whole damn time? I thought we were on a mission.”

Haechan eyed the other’s veiny fists. “Chill out. I figured out the plan in the first three seconds and then I wondered about food for the rest of the time. Who do you think I am? I thought by now you would have known I am a genius. Olay, you-” he indicated to Jeno, “Selene. And you-” he said to Jaemin, “Doyoung.”

“I have to pretend to be Doyoung and romance Jeno, who's pretending to be Selene?” Jaemin asked, confused.

“I regret every waking hour that I helped you survive,” Jeno didn’t look amused.

Haechan sighed. “Jaemin, I did say you don’t have to think when I am around, but I didn’t mean you don’t have to use your brain at all.”

Jaemin leaned back in his chair with a smirk as if acting dumb has been his plan all along.

“I have to take care of Selene and Jaemin will take care of Doyoung. To push them together,” Jeno guessed.

Haechan nodded.

“And what will you do?” Jaemin asked.

“I’ll be the glue,” Haechan answered. “Selene is gullible as hell in this Universe. I was thinking something like giving her a Tarot reading. Telling her a man is coming and describing him exactly like Doyoung.”

He chuckled as if he was about to prank someone and the other two sighed.

“It’s going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

Haechan watched Jeno trip on his own feet and scratched his eyebrow. “Okay, maybe it’s going to be more so difficult difficult lemon difficult.”

“I don’t know why I have to pretend to be a girl. I can be her friend even if I’m a man,” Jeno was mad, hands on his hips and long black hair in his face.

“Stressy depressy lemon zesty,” Jaemin commented from his chair after having a good laugh.

“I need you to be her only friend, my dude. Every single person in her life it’s going to be just you.”

“That’s fucking crazy. I feel sorry for Selene,” Jaemin sighed.

Jeno, or the woman who looked like someone related to Jeno, sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. “This is going to take a long time.”

“Consider this a vacation. Let’s take it easy. Where are we rushing? We have eternity. My book-” Haechan patted an old tome resting on his desk, “says wine business. There’s no way in hell she’s into the alcohol business right now. I stalked. She’s in her last year of university.”

“You’re a stalker?”

“I’m a Demon. That's basically the same thing."

"I am a Demon, and I am not a stalker," Woman-Jeno lifted one eyebrow.

Haechan felt weird seeing him like that. "Did you really have to make yourself this sexy? What if Doyoung falls in love with you instead of Selene? No. What if one of us falls in love with y-"

Woman-Jeno disappeared to show a very angry Man-Jeno about to whoop Haechan's ass.

The day felt quite cold and you shivered after opening the front door.

Was it already sweater weather? The song played in your head as you turned around to run the stairs and grab something warmer from your closet. It would be nice for someone to hold both of your hands in the holes of their sweater, you thought with a melancholic smile.

But there was no one.

After wearing a clean hoodie you noticed the corner of a red and gold scarf, hidden under piles of hats and gloves. You’ve never seen it before and you wondered if your grandma put it there when she announced she was cleaning her closet. Perhaps a nice scarf was needed that morning, you realized. You grabbed it and felt it between your fingertips. It was very good quality and almost pristine.

Why did your grandma give it away? Then you shrugged and put it on.

Running the stairs again your fingers brushed over the “HC” embroidered on the bottom and you made a mental note to search the brand online.

It was the first day of work after graduating from university and the only company that accepted your CV has been this shady wine company. They barely had any information online but the contract seemed legit. Your task was managing the social media accounts so it made sense for them to not have anything prior if they hired you. Ideally, you wanted to do something more artistic. Like doing art for some weird brand or-

you stopped in place. A tarot shop?

You looked around as if checking if others were curious about the place as you suddenly got too but there was no one around.

Weird, you thought. It was a Monday morning after all.

Your eyes darted towards the shop’s glass windows again. It was closed and the lights were turned off. Your reflection looked spectral and you blinked seeing how your lipstick was a little bit smudged on your chin.

Haechan inhaled suddenly, eyes on the outside of their fake Tarot shop. Behind the glass, you were trying to look inside. It was closed so you thought no one could see you while you were touching up on your makeup in the reflection.

Jeno and Jaemin looked at Haechan first then in the direction he was staring at since they felt him freeze up.

Jeno’s eyes widened at the sight.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows confused. “What’s up with you guys? Do you know her?”

Haechan stood up in a second, knocking down the crystal ball from the desk with a shattering sound but Jeno’s iron fist stopped him by grabbing his forearm.

“Don’t.”

Haechan’s eyes were incendiary. “Let go.”

“No.”

“I said-”

“What are you going to do huh? Talk to her? Say what? You’re a Demon and you just talked in another universe a few days ago which felt like years? She doesn’t remember you.” Jeno scolded him but his expression relaxed as Haechan looked up, exchanging a look with him. He looked devastated.

“Haechan…”

Haechan shook his head with a tired chuckle. “No, you’re right.” He sat back down and rested his head in his palm, pretending to be busy looking in his book. The crystal ball turned intact on his desk as if it never fell.

“Haechan?”

“Jeno, it’s okay. I said you’re right. I’m not going to do anything stupid-”

“No, dumbass. Look!” Jeno lightly hit his shoulder.

You adjusted the big red and yellow scarf around your neck in the window's reflection. Haechan could see the bright “HC” letters on the bottom of it as you walked away.

Haechan had to fight the urge to search for you. The Y/N you were in this universe wasn’t like the Slytherin he grew to-

To what?

Love?

Haechan wasn’t in love. He couldn’t be.

He was a Demon.

Whatever he felt in that Universe almost disappeared during the travel, proof that it was the human flesh he wore to be attracted to you and not his real self.

But you were wearing the scarf he left behind. That was impossible unless that version of you was the Slytherin.

But humans can’t travel.

Haechan shook his head. He opened his book and sighed. In a few months, he’d give a tarot reading to both Doyoung and Selene.

Time flies when you’re pretending to be human.

The cards were neatly piled up and he smiled. Just a simple tool and it makes people lose their minds. He grabbed them and shuffled, pulling a card for himself.

The Tower.

He furrowed his eyebrows and suddenly exhaled like a dog sensing danger, eyes trained on the entrance. He turned all of the candles off while turning invisible.

“Is anyone there?” your voice could be heard before Haechan could see your face peeking through the crack of the door. He could feel you coming.

“Hello? I saw the lights on and thought it was open. Are you already closing?” you asked again.

You stepped in cautiously and looked around with tight eyes, unable to see much.

Haechan turned on one candle on the desk. “Who are you?” he asked.

You muffled a scream with your palms. Your wide eyes looked around again but Haechan was still invisible.

“I-” you tried to speak. “I am Y/N. I was interested in getting a reading.”

Haechan chuckled silently. You didn’t look like you wanted the reading anymore.

He turned on the rest of the candles and the room warmed up while he appeared from the shadows, this time gently to not scare you any further.

“Welcome. You can sit down here,” he indicated in front of himself.

You exhaled and blinked, eying him from head to toe.

When you decided to finally enter that Tarot shop after walking in front of it for weeks you didn’t expect to be met by a very handsome young man.

The place has been creepy for a moment but then it became so cosy that you felt at ease on the chair, staring at the way the man’s fingers were expertly shuffling the cards. It almost put you to sleep.

His hands were delicate but manly, with a single ring adorning them, and a silver watch on his wrist.

You thought he looked too modern for being in a Tarot Shop.

“Can you please blow on these?” he asked.

“Huh?” you lifted your head to look him in the eyes. They were very warm but with a piercing darkness you didn’t like, as if something bad would happen if you stared too much into them.

“Oh, sure,” you did as you were told, hoping you didn’t have bad breath.

The man shuffled again and spread them in front of you.

“I’ll let you choose,” he said.

His voice was melodic like a snake playing with its prey.

You looked at the back of the dark red cards then exchanged a look again. “I didn’t say what my question is.”

“I know without you telling me.”

That amused you and the seed of wanting to prove him wrong got the best of you. “Really?”

The man nodded with a little cunning smile.

“What is it then?”

He leaned back in the chair and pushed back his hair. He definitely didn’t look like he knew what he was doing. Was his grandma - the actual tarot reader - in the toilet?

“Will I ever find someone to hold my hands in the holes of their sweater?” he whispered.

Your heart dropped.

“How do you know that?”

The man’s eyes twinkled. “It’s my job.”

You suddenly didn’t feel safe anymore but not in a bad way. You looked down at the cards and you chose one, turning it.

It was the Page of Swords, or at least that was written on it. The image was of a young boy holding, well, a sword.

You looked up at the man for an explanation.

“You’re asking a good question. It also means that you might find a lover in some kind of mentor or a studying field.”

“I’m done studying. I’m working now.”

“We’re never done learning.”

That sounded like something an old grandpa would say and the mixed signals that the young man was giving, both young and millennials years old, were throwing you off.

“So, I’ll find a lover in a teacher?” you were weirded out.

“Maybe. Or you’ll find a lover while you research something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Is there something on your mind that you want to research?”

“I wanted to research this place,” you started then ended with a lower voice, realizing how that could sound to him.

You weren’t trying to hit on him, although he looked- well he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life. If you could have a lover to hold your hands in the holes of his sweater you’d definitely imagine him like the young tarot reader in front of you.

“Well, maybe you’ll find your lover like this.”

His expression didn’t give you any information on what he was thinking.

You looked back down at the card and pulled another one. It was Strength.

You couldn’t tell what that could mean regarding everything else. On it, a woman was grabbing a lion with the symbol of infinity on her head. She didn’t look afraid or tired. She looked at peace.

“Is that my lover?”

“The Lion?”

You nodded.

“That’s an enemy,” he explained.

“What? I don’t have enemies.”

The Tarot man’s eyes were flickering like the candles in front of him. “You have a task,” he whispered.

He looked like he was in a trance and for a moment it spooked you. The young man looked surprised. But then he looked at you. “Give me your hand.”

His tone was calm but intense and you didn’t even think of not doing as he said.

You noticed your fingers were trembling a little as you put your palm on top of his. His skin felt soft but firm, just like what you imagined a man’s touch would be like.

Nothing happened for a second but then the man screamed and got on his feet, holding his wrist with the other hand.

You got up as well, the incriminating palm to your mouth, watching in horror the way his fingers were turning charcoal black.

“What the fuck is going on? This is not a funny trick!” you accused him.

The young man didn’t pay any attention to you, his soft brown curls becoming jet black and straight in his eyes, the veins on his back popping as his mouth was open in a silent scream.

“I will- I will write a complaint!” you added, sure it was some kind of elaborate joke. “It is not okay to bring it this far!”

But then the man fell to his knees and on his side with a thud.

You ran around the table and crouched down, the sweat suddenly accumulated on your forehead making your eyes burn. Or maybe they were tears?

“Hey?” you whimpered, afraid to touch him a second time. “This is not funny, please stop,” you tried again and the drops that fell on his arm were tears, this time you were sure. They burned his shirt and blackened his skin. You put your palm on your mouth and slid back until hitting the desk with your blades.

With a loud thud the front door opened and a tall man appeared in front of you with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen on a human.

“What have you done?”

“I think you should sit down and have a cup of tea,” the young man you learned was called Jaemin addressed the tall and scary young man who interrogated you for what felt like while years while the Tarot man was lying unconscious on the couch. You were occupying the other one, right in the front with Jaemin, who kept pouring you tea although you didn’t want any anymore. The scary man never stopped pacing the room and you wondered when the floor would cave in.

“Don’t piss me off,” Jeno replied.

Jaemin rolled his eyes and although you were feeling sick to your stomach at the situation, his energy was very calming and healing, so you let the corner of your mouth turn up for a moment when he locked eyes with you.

“Maybe if you sit down, you can think better. I don’t think you’re able to do two things at the same time.”

“You think this is a time to joke.”

“I just got possessed by Haechan’s spirit while it left his body, I don’t know what to tell you.”

That was the first time they said the Tarot man’s name and you understood they were talking about him because they both stared at his unconscious face - Jaemin with actual worry that he was trying to hide with jokes and Jeno with love that he was trying to hide with anger.

You didn’t like the way Jaemin said that his spirit left his body.

They also said going to a hospital is not going to help so you stopped insisting. And when you asked who or what they were they didn’t reply.

Finally, when you asked what happened to Haechan, Jaemin made sure to assure you that you didn’t do anything wrong while Jeno was firm on the fact that Haechan would be awake if you never placed a foot in that shop in the first place.

You also regretted coming.

“Do you have any- adulterer adult to resolve this? Like a parent or a teacher?” you tried again with a timid voice. Jeno sighed as if annoyed to hear your voice while Jaemin poured some tea for himself and faced you like some sort of kindergarten teacher.

“That’s him.”

You took a few seconds to process.

“He-,” for some reason you felt too shy to pronounce his name, “is your parent?”

Jeno groaned again as if that would be his biggest nightmare and Jaemin laughed. “Not like that, but yes. For how weird it might seem, Haechan is the chaotic parental figure. If there’s something someone should know it’s usually him. If he didn’t foresee this happening, then we’re against-”

“Another parental figure,” Jeno interrupted.

Jaemin’s jovial expression dropped. The gaze he exchanged with Jeno was so intense and full of information that your intestines twirled on themselves.

“Why attack now?” Jaemin asked. You had no idea what was going on.

“He found a weakness,” Jeno replied and looked at you. His eyes weren’t kind.

“I am a weakness? For whom?” you were starting to get mad yourself.

That Tarot dude scared you to death, the other dudes interrogated you, keeping you there, blaming you for whatever happened, without wanting to explain anything, and now they accused you of something else too?

“Don’t answer that,” Haechan cawed.

Jeno moved so fast near the couch that for a moment you thought he teleported.

Maybe he did.

“Fuck man, I thought you were gone for good.”

“You would have liked to see me gone,” Haechan tried to cackle but groaned in pain instead.

Jaemin moved just as quickly and brought Haechan a glass of water. “Can you lift yourself? How are you feeling?”

“Oh,” his eyes were still closed, and he chuckled, “I feel like I’ve been to hell.”

The other men didn’t laugh with him and from their expression, it was as if Haechan literally descended into Hell in the past hour.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils were fixed on you, and you noticed how black they were. His burned hands were still black fading towards the middle of his forearms. You thought he’d leave prints on the glass, but he didn’t.

“Well, I didn’t expect that to happen,” he commented after finishing it. He let the others help him to sit up and when he extended his head back as if the movement caused him great pain you saw the lettering of a silver tattoo on his neck. You had no idea if he had it before. You slowly turned your head to the side to be able to see what was written but Haechan put a palm on it.

“Nosy,” he simply said.

You straightened your back, embarrassed.

“I think she needs to know,” Jaemin said suddenly.

They were talking about you as if you weren’t there. “What do I need to know?”

They ignored you. “I just need to stay away from her,” Haechan opened his eyes and stared at his burned hands with disgust.

“And will you?” Jeno wasn’t impressed.

“Are you joking? After the literal Hell I’ve been through? Of course, I will.”

You didn’t understand anything of what was being said but you somehow felt hurt.

“Okay, I am going home.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” Haechan stopped you in your tracks.

“Haechan,” Jeno’s voice was a low warning.

“I can’t let her roam around. Who knows what’s going to happen?” he explained extending his thin fingers.

“You can’t keep her near you. You’re Superman and she’s Kryptonite!” Jaemin added.

“I am a person, and I can hear you talk!” you raised your voice, and all the candles went off.

Jeno’s eyebrows were furrowed when he turned them on in the same instant.

“Was that you?” Haechan asked after a moment of silence. His tone was grave.

You gulped and stepped back. “No.”

They all exchanged a look as if to check if some of them did that instead, and then they looked at you again like some sort of Fates about to decide on your destiny.

“Get her,” Haechan spoke and in the same instant Jeno’s hands were on your arms, materializing in front of you.

Panic washed over you as you tried to escape but he was too strong. “Let me go! What are you doing? Back off!” you screamed.

Jeno’s body flew across the room, landing on the desk and crashing it. Jaemin stepped towards you, but you raised one arm and he got hung against the wall as if an invisible snake kept him in the air by the throat.

You turned around, trying to find a way to run towards the door by avoiding Jeno who was already on his feet and, if possible, even angrier than before. But someone’s shadow obscured your face and you realized you were mere centimetres from Haechan. You didn’t bother to understand how he moved so quickly to be there, but one thing you knew, your touch for him was deadly so just one little-

your body was frozen. You tried to speak but you couldn’t move, not even the tip of your tongue.

“Now,” Haechan sounded exhausted. “There’s no need to be this aggressive. We don’t want to hurt you. Although I see you have no issues hurting us.”

His eyes were even darker than before, accentuated by the black eye circles. He looked like someone who actually just returned from Hell.

“You’re going to get all the information you want but you need to be a good girl and stay here. Is this clear?”

As if he was giving you a choice.

“I’ll take it as a yes although you can’t move. Nice to see you again, miss Slytherin.”

You couldn’t remember when or how you fell asleep, if you did at all, or if they knocked you out instead.

But you woke up in a big white bed and you realized you were wearing soft orange pyjamas with sunflowers on. The shame and anger washed over you at the thought of any of those disgusting men undressing you while you were forcefully unconscious last night.

“I can sense you’re awake,” a voice you grew to find annoying could be heard behind the door. The room was spacious and airy. It was probably some guest room because it didn’t fit any of the dudes’ personalities.

“Can I come in? I have breakfast.”

“As if I have any choices to make,” you mumbled.

The door opened and Haechan walked in with a tray. “You can choose what to eat for breakfast.”

“Kidnapping, assault and battery, psychological abuse, conspiracy-”

“But I also have flaws.”

“Sexual-”

“Hey hey hey, no one did anything sexual,” he interrupted drawing the line at that.

“You changed me of my clothes into this!” you indicated your body. “While I was unconscious! Hell knows what you did to me!”

Haechan sighed and put the tray on the nightstand. Then he snapped his fingers, and you were back in your clothes.

They were dusty and sweaty.

“No one undressed you and no one did anything to you.”

You were still looking down at your body as if not believing you were awake.

Haechan snapped his fingers again and you were wearing a different set of clothes. Then another one.

Then a dress with heels.

Then a fur suit.

“Okay okay okay! I get it!”

Haechan snapped them again and you were back in your fuzzy pyjamas.

“Also, there was no assault, no psychological abuse, no conspiracy.”

“You did kidnap me though.”

Haechan thought about it for a moment turning his head to the side. “I did yes. It’s either kidnapping or me letting you go, but becoming your stalker. Choose.”

“I don’t understand why this is necessary.”

“Listen, I don’t want you here either, but I don’t trust you after what you did to me and-”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You sent me to Hell.”

“You went there on your own!”

“How do I know you’re conspiring with Mark or not?”

“Who the fuck is Mark? You’re so worked up over a dude named Mark?”

Haechan closed his mouth and after a moment his whole body started to shake. You realized he was laughing.

“I’ve never realized how simple his name was. Doesn’t sound like a villain at all.”

“Well, because maybe he’s the good one and you’re the villain.”

Haechan’s smile disappeared and with it all the warmth in the room.

When he walked in he looked like a normal young man, a boy even. His hair was back to his soft brown curls and his hands weren’t burned up to the elbows anymore.

For a second you forgot what he was capable of or what he did the previous night.

Now he was showing you a little piece of that and you felt your spine shake.

“You’re right. Maybe I am. That’s what everyone says anyway.” Haechan turned around and left the room without adding anything else.

You stared at the breakfast tray feeling a weird sensation of guilt.

The bedroom door was unlocked, you discovered, after taking a shower and debating whether you should trust the food Haechan brought you. But your growling stomach didn’t care so you had to trust that he still needed you alive, and if he had to kill you, he’d do it more interestingly.

You walked towards the corridor slowly, following the string of groans coming from what seemed like some sort of living room. It was almost identical to the room in the shop, and you realized you were probably on the second floor of the same building.

The groans kept going and when you peeked from the corner you were met with Jeno’s bloodshot eyes.

“I will kill you.”

You jumped in place.

“Now now, let’s calm down. It’s not her fault,” Jaemin talked with his kindergarten teacher’s voice and you noticed he was medicating wounds that made Jeno groan like that.

Then you noticed that Jeno was shirtless.

“What happened?”

“I went to see your grandma to make sure she’s not worried about you.”

You were surprised they’d do that.

“But the little grandma was a fucking wolf in disguise,” he added.

Jaemin chuckled. “Literally.”

You walked around to see wolf bites on Jeno’s back. “Oh my god.”

“Yep, a hellhound,” Jaemin explained.

“My grandma is a hellhound?” you felt your head pulsate.

“Of course, she’s not your grandma. You have no grandma because you’re not from this Universe,” Haechan appeared on the stairs.

He was addressing you but he didn’t look at your face once. “It was one of Mark’s henchmen tasked to make you believe you’ve been living a normal life here since birth.”

Haechan walked around Jeno as well and winced. “Why are they not healing?”

“Well, he’s a fucking dog from fucking underground and I’m an angel. My powers are limited.”

“You’re a Demon now. Stop using that word,” Haechan sat on the couch and exhaled as if exhausted. You wondered what he has been up to.

You felt just as exhausted, as if you started to watch a tv show in the middle of the season and you lost very important information. “What the hell are you all talking about? At this point, I think I’m due an explanation.”

Jaemin finished taking care of Jeno’s wide shoulders by the time Haechan finished his tale. You were sitting on the couch, the cup of coffee you were offered still intact and cold on the small table in front of you. Your muscles were stiff and your body paralyzed. This time, it wasn’t because of any of the dark powers those individuals possessed, it was just horror keeping you in place.

Haechan started from the beginning, recounting the time when he was an Angel (no, not the way you imagine, he scolded you when you asked about wings and halos), then he mentioned his departure from the City (that’s a story for another time, he cut it short when you asked what exactly happened), then he casually mentioned how he lived in this Hell Prison for millennials (time doesn’t exist, he rolled his eyes at the way you eyed him like he was some prehistoric grandpa), and finally, he recounted the way this dude, Kim Doyoung, came to his rescue and they signed a contract (contract with the Devil, you commented, and Haechan ignored you) to make him fall in love with his woman, Selene, in all lives possible.

“Well, and what does that have to do with me?” you asked.

“We met in another Universe while I was doing my little task and you’re from there.”

“How is that possible? I have no memory of it.”

“That’s what we’re trying to understand as well,” Jeno got up from his chair and grabbed a silky button-down, groaning a little when he lifted one arm to wear it.

“Do you have any proof of this?” you lifted your chin, surprised you still had a voice to ask questions.

Haechan’s eyes analyzed your features and your courage went missing.

“Your scarf,” he simply said.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked towards the entrance where your coat and scarf were neatly hanging.

Then you understood.

“HC,” you exhaled and got on your feet to go and grab it. The letters were there on the edge of the red and gold woven material. “This is yours?”

Haechan didn’t confirm nor denied.

“Why do I have it?” you looked at him then at the others. Jaemin and Jeno avoided your gaze. “Were we close friends?”

Jeno cleared his throat and mumbled something about work, heading towards the entrance. Jaemin scratched his forehead and just backed away into the kitchen.

“Haechan?” you hesitated. For some reason, you felt like you had to use “sir” or “mister” when addressing him although you looked roughly the same age.

The young man bit his lower lip then finally let his gaze fall on the scarf and then your face. “We were acquaintances. Same University. We talked before, that’s it.”

Your voice was a whisper but Haechan’s demonic ears were very sensitive. “Then why am I your weakness?”

He got up and passed his hands on the dark jeans.

“Never said you were,” he tried to walk past you but you took a step to the side and blocked him. Your hands, holding the scarf, almost touched his arm and he winced, putting distance between you two.

“Sorry,” you realized.

The fact your touch was deadly to him was making you feel upset.

His story had many holes and you still had too many questions.

Maybe the reading was right. Maybe you did have a task, some research to do.

But was Haechan the lover holding the cup with you, or was he the enemy, the lion, in that story?

“Is this Mark person my lover then?”

Haechan’s eyes became black. He seemed irritated. “How would I know that?”

“Well, I clearly have no memories so you’re my only source of information.”

“Since you’re here to kill me and I can smell his magic all over you, then yes, I guess you two fuck. And maybe you’ve been fucking the whole time and I had no idea,” he replied in a low voice before heading down the stairs. “If you have any more questions don’t ask them.”

“Then what about you?” you raised your voice so he could hear you from downstairs. “Are you my lover?”

Haechan stopped and you watched his back.

“Whatever happened in that Universe doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” he answered then disappeared from your sight.

The place was quiet, safe for a low metallic noise coming from the kitchen. You walked towards the noise expecting someone cooking but instead you were met with Jeno’s dark eyes, shining only when the reflection of the knife he was sharpening would hit his irises. They shifted towards you to give you a single glance. He looked like a butcher.

“Are your wounds better?” you tried to be friendly with that grumpy man.

Jeno sighed. “Yes, thank you.”

You adjusted your posture. He was being an okay person?

You remained both quiet for a few moments, safe from the knife sound.

“If you need to say something, just say it,” he lifted one perfect eyebrow.

In the mess of it all, you’ve never realized how good looking everyone was.

Truly angels.

Or demons.

You inhaled and shifted the weight from one foot to the other.

“Has there been something between me and-” you hesitated, “Haechan?”

The man listened and remained quiet for a moment. He got a sense of deja-vu.

“Oh, we– don’t talk much.”

Jeno looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Why is that?”

You shrugged. Then you shivered. Apparently, having nude shoulders wasn’t only offensive for the Headmistress but also inconvenient for the autumn cold.

“He stopped talking to me all of sudden.”

“Maybe it’s for the better.”

You looked at Jeno’s chiselled jaw. “Why do you say that?”

“Haechan,” he started, “is not a great man. You should avoid him.”

“Because he’s a Demon?” you mumbled.

“I don’t know,” Jeno simply said. “It’s not important.”

“It is important to me. I have no memories. If you want me to stay here, you need to trust me.”

“Thing is-” Jeno threw the knife across the room. Its blade hit the poster and hung on the other wall exactly in the middle. The man walked towards it and grabbed it, feeling it with his thumb as if not completely satisfied. “-we don’t,” he finished.

“It is not my fault I have a deadly touch.”

“Maybe you’re a spy,” he commented, lifting one leg and putting the foot on the table. His combat boots were huge and the knife slid perfectly inside.

“I am not a spy! I don’t have any memories.”

“If you want to prove yourself, be quiet, and stay away from Haechan. That’s it.”

You hated him.

You hated everyone.

Maybe that Mark dude was right. Maybe he was the hero and everyone here was the enemy.

Maybe you were conspiring against them.

Maybe Mark was your lover.

Maybe you were the spy.

Maybe maybe maybe.

Deep in thought, you didn’t notice Haechan behind your back checking whether Jeno was ready.

“We’re going in five,” his low but melodic voice announced, and you jumped in place.

He was dressed for some kind of hunt too, you noticed - or assassination.

Haechan wasn’t carrying any swords or knives but the shadows curling around his legs told you he didn’t need any physical weapon to kill someone.

“Where are you going?”

“To catch a little bird,” Haechan replied, his back muscles flexing as he warmed up his wrists. Jeno was jacked, but you’ve never noticed how to fit Haechan was as well.

“I’m coming with you,” you crossed your arms on your chest, faking confidence. If they were going to meet Mark, you needed to be there as well. Maybe seeing him would make you gain your memories back or make you understand something about that crazy situation.

If what they were saying was true, you weren’t of that universe, you didn’t have a home or a sweet grandma.

You had nothing to lose.

“No, you’re not.”

“I have magical powers,” you reminded them, the thing still surreal to you. You had no clear idea of how to use them.

Haechan chuckled.

“Mark would probably want to see me,” you tried again.

Haechan’s jaw clenched. His eyes were as sharp as Jeno’s knives when he looked at you, like two dark cuts in that perfectly spectral face.

“This could be a trap,” Jeno’s voice was grave.

“What kind of trap can this be if I don’t even know where you’re going?” you scoffed.

“She has a point,” Haechan shrugged.

You hated how they always talked about you as if you weren’t there.

“Listen, you’re a Demon,” you suddenly said to him. It sounded like an accusation although you didn’t mean it to be. “The Demon. Lucifer Demon.” you added.

“What’s your point? Don’t waste our time.”

“Are you really not capable of– I don’t know, entering my mind and seeing if I am actually conspiring with this Mark dude or not?”

“You’d have a mental block anyway. Mark came in contact with you and sent you here. That is for sure, even if you don’t remember it. The reason why you’d accept to do that-” he interrupted himself, “that’s what we don’t know. And that’s why we don’t trust you.”

“What if I was just trying to find you?” you tried.

Haechan’s eyes shone but he shook his head. “Impossible.”

“Why? If I understood everything correctly, you guys suddenly left my home Universe. Maybe I wanted to find you again.”

Haechan’s mind went back to the last words you told him.

“It’s all your fault. If you knew all of this from the start, you should have just let me go.”

“I don’t think you’d do that,” he simply said and turned around.

You felt powerless.

“Haechan, please. Let me come with you,” you whispered.

The Demon stopped in his tracks and exhaled as if annoyed. Then with a snap of his fingers, you got covered in firm black combat clothes. They were so heavy that you almost fell backwards.

“Just keep up with us if you don’t want to be left behind,” he mumbled, descending the stairs.

Jeno grunted and followed him.

“So, she is a weakness after all, deadly touch or not,” you could hear Jeno comment.

“Shut up.”

Holding Jeno’s hand to travel the space-time wasn’t as unpleasant as you initially thought. No falling and no head spinning. Just close your eyes and open them to a different place.

The unpleasant thing was his reaction though.

Jeno let go of your hand as soon as he could. You could almost see the way he had to force himself to not clean it on his pants.

You wondered if given other circumstances Haechan would have been the one holding it for you.

Your eyes darted to his fingers wrapped in something that reminded you of a sword but it was made of pure shadow instead. Then your pupils focused on the surroundings. It looked like an abandoned warehouse, nothing majestic and Archangel-like.

What if they couldn’t find Mark there?

“But you did find me,” a melodious voice whispered behind you. You screamed and turned around. Haechan tried to move between you two, but Mark was quicker.

One palm cupped your face and the other one slid on your waist. His lips felt warm and soft on yours, slightly ajar to make them fit almost perfectly together.

“Hello, my love. Thank you for bringing them to me,” he smiled.

You didn’t have time to process anything.

Mark - or whomever the person in front of you was - disappeared from your sight, harshly knocked down by Haechan’s thighs, tightly pressing on his throat.

“If you fucking dare to touch her again I will kill you.”

The view was impressionable, and you realized you were shaking.

On the surface they were just two young men, one on his back and Haechan knee on his throat, eyes hidden by the black straight hair you understood by now was his real appearance, and the tattoo on his neck finally fully visible - Donghyuck.

But it was their energy that you could feel, like two black holes about to meet and merge in the most explosive event in history.

“Unleashing your full powers on me, Haechannie? I haven’t seen you like that in so long.” Mark’s clear and calm voice echoed in the warehouse.

Jeno took a step, and you felt his hand lightly push you behind him.

He looked tense.

“And who do we have here? Commander Jeno Lee went to the dark side?”

Mark’s carbon eyes moved from Haechan to the other man. Jeno’s expression didn’t change but you saw the way his forearm’s veins looked more prominent.

Haechan groaned, pushing his knee further into Mark’s throat. “Enough talking. You sent her to kill me, yes or no?”

Mark didn’t look bothered although a choking sound came from his mouth, as if he was letting Haechan do that.

In fact, he grinned, with perfect white teeth, and appeared in a different spot of the warehouse, at a good distance.

Jeno’s arm snaked around you as if he was afraid Mark would take you with him and Haechan just slowly got up on his feet, as if he also let Mark do that.

“Y/N, darling, did I send you to kill Haechan?” Mark looked at you and you eyed his lips, moving slowly around the letters of your name, the same lips that kissed you just moments ago.

Haechan’s gaze was heavy, staring at every glance you and Mark exchanged as if he could read into that.

“I didn’t. You chose to come here and kill him yourself, right?” Mark answered for you.

And what you saw next made you gulp and want to lean on someone, but Jeno took a step away, as if he saw that fragment of memory too and didn’t want to be close to you anymore.

“A tarot shop?”

Mark nodded.

“And he’s there.”

He nodded again.

“How do I reach him?”

Mark extended one hand on the table. You looked at his fingers. The palm was facing up and he had one faint scar in the middle of it.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

“Enough,” Haechan’s voice was loud and deep.

You looked at him and his eyes were bloodshot with hidden rage.

“Unfortunately, I can’t get your memories back because you were the one erasing them but I can show you mine,” Mark spoke to you. “If you don’t remember me at least I hope you can sense what we,” he stopped as if a bit embarrassed, “shared together in the past, my love.”

You felt your throat close. Mark was standing there, chiselled face and perfect posture, his wide eyes looking angelic and the light shining from his essence as he extended his hand towards you calling to you.

Then you looked at Haechan, shadows slowly creeping around his feet and his eyes, sending shivers down your spine.

“You tricked us the whole time,” Jeno growled but Haechan stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Stop it. Don’t humiliate yourself.”

“You pretended all of that time. You make me sick,” Jeno didn’t stop.

His rage was burning so you took a step back. You had no idea what to think.

Mark appeared near you, but you didn’t know if you should feel any safer.

If what Mark was saying was true, he was your lover and for some reason you forgot, you decided to find Haechan and kill him, thus explaining your killing touch. A

nd from Jeno and Haechan’s reaction you must have become their friend while working in incognito and now they felt betrayed.

It all made sense. It all clicked together.

But for some reason you felt sick.

“Mark,” you whispered, slowly turning towards the Archangel. The tattoo of a pair of wings was shining on his arms in the same ink as the name on his neck.

“Yes?” he grabbed your hands with both of his and you let him do that, staring at the perfect nails for a moment.

“If you’re a good angel, why do you collaborate with hellhounds?” you simply asked, your fingers grabbing his palms tightly and making him wince in pain.

“Now!” you yelled.

Haechan appeared behind his back and grabbing his throat they disappeared together from your sight.

Your knees felt wobble and you sunk on them. Whatever magic trick you’ve done to Mark it took all energy from your body.

“Where are they?” you wondered. “You need to follow.”

Jeno took a few steps forward, eyes staring away as if ready to see them appear back anytime soon. “Haechan would kill me if I leave you alone and vulnerable. He can handle it alone.”

A cold sensation wrapped you. “They’re going to kill each other.”

“That’s the goal, yes.”

“Why? Why do they hate each other that much?”

“That’s a tale Haechan has to tell. I’m not sure of the reasoning myself,” he replied then turned to face you, eyeing you sitting down on the freezing and dusty warehouse floor. “Why did you help us?”

“I didn’t help you.”

“You didn’t go with Mark.”

“I don’t trust him. And no, I don’t trust you two either. I don’t trust anyone. I will not trust any of you. I helped myself.”

Jeno’s inquisitory gaze danced on you and his jaw flinched as if thinking whether that was another trick of yours or not.

“I got involved in something that has nothing to do with me,” you continued, a burning rage finally warming your body. “And that dude Mark is lying.”

“How do you know?”

You gulped, staring at your shaking hands, resting on your knees. “I don’t know. I can feel it.”

“You’re a Slytherin,” Haechan’s rough voice made you jump in place. “You people can sense lies.”

He appeared a few steps away from where he disappeared.

“Are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask, swiftly getting on your feet.

Haechan walked the distance and grabbed Jeno’s hand. The latter’s eyes unfocused as if he was downloading information then he nodded and disappeared.

“Don’t ask me questions as if you care,” his breath was heavy, and he unclasped the hard outwear to reveal the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

He lifted it.

Silver shadows were tangled around his torso, on his skin, and he groaned as if they were painful.

You didn’t notice when Jaemin came around, his hands on your back making you yelp.

“Take her home. I can’t touch her,” was the last thing Haechan said before you saw the darkness.

When you opened your eyes you were on the couch of that same apartment, familiar voices discussing in the background.

For a moment you wondered if everything you’ve been through has been a dream and if those voices were your family you couldn’t exactly remember because of the hazy of the dream.

But when you opened your eyes, reality crashed back on you.

“...lost him after that. Sent a few of them to Hell,” Jeno was narrating, sitting tall on a chair with crossed arms on his chest.

Haechan was mirroring him, sitting backwards on another chair, a tired Jaemin working on something on the Demon’s back.

The silver strips.

“Thank you, man,” Haechan murmured and Jaemin winked at him.

“What were they?” you asked, sitting up and feeling your head heavy.

Jaemin grabbed the strips he presumably took from Haechan’s body and sighed. “Angelic snakes or some weird stuff like that.”

You grimaced as Jaemin went outside to probably get rid of them.

“Why that face? You’re a Slytherin. Snakes are your thing,” Jeno commented.

You understood by now that everything they said made no sense to you.

“Where is Mark?” you asked instead.

The two men exchanged a look. “He escaped,” Haechan was the one to reply.

You took in the information.

“I guess you’re delighted I didn’t kill your lover,” he added.

“He is not my lover,” you replied back, still unsure of the dynamics. Haechan’s gaze was grave, and you felt unable to look away. Jeno sensed you two would get into a serious talk and wisely decided to walk outside the room in silence. The air felt thick and heavy afterwards.

“Can you just-,” you started, “can you do what Mark did? Show me some of your memories?”

Haechan looked away and grabbed his t-shirt, wearing it quickly. “What memories?” he asked.

“Of us.”

“None of them are exciting,” he replied as if wanting to end the conversation there.

You stood on your feet and walked the distance towards the chair Jeno abandoned.

“You said we were acquaintances. Mere colleagues in University. Yet you reacted like my betrayal, or whatever the hell I supposedly did to you, could almost kill you.” Haechan scoffed. “I didn’t react that dramatically.”

You didn’t say anything else, your gaze connected with his in a silent order as you sat down in front of him.

The young man sighed and you didn’t see him anymore.

You saw yourself in a uniform, a loose green tie around your neck. You were in Haechan’s body, staring at his memories from his point of view. Haechan jolted at the sudden foot hitting his ankle.

“If you don’t stop being so fucking creepy to women I’ll make you stop with my own hands,” you said.

Then the scene changed. Haechan swiftly put one hand on your nape and the other on your mouth in a mortal clasp. "That’s not something the whole campus needs to know, now, what do you think?" His whisper was so close that you smelled the sweet chewing gum on his tongue.

Then another day, you were writing in his hand because he took away your voice. “Oh my God, stop or people are going to think you’re into me,” he giggled teasingly. You let his hand suddenly fall and looked around scandalized. You could see the way you were flustered.

Then another. You were leaning on a wall, with Haechan in front of you. “Are you nervous?” he asked genuinely, gaze dropping to your chest as if he could actually see your heart through your flesh. You inhaled scandalized and covered your breasts with your arms.

Then other scenes, going quickly.

A peck in a corridor, then a full-blown kiss.

The feeling of his lips.

His hands on you.

His deep voice.

“So are you into demons? That’s why you’re into me?”

His thumb circling your back.

You sitting in his lap. His body pressed against you. A room filled with water, both wet, making out, his mouth on your bare breasts, your moans, his fingers inside of you, you palm swiftly around his-

“Okay enough!” you got on your feet.

You were panting and you could feel your body on fire. You brought a hand to your throat as if it could help you swallow the sudden lump.

You walked away from him, taking a few steps, but then you stopped, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“It’s okay. Don’t panic,” Haechan’s low voice was surprisingly sweet.

You eyed him for a moment. He didn’t look bothered like you, safe for the shining eyes and the nervous fingers pulling at a single thread of his shirt.

“How do I know this is the truth?” your voice was a whisper.

When you asked him to show you his memories you somehow didn’t expect you two to have been that… intimate.

“You said you know when people lie. What do you think? You think I’m lying?”

Your rational side was screaming at you to say yes, to run away from Haechan and his shadows, but your gut was pushing you towards him instead.

You didn’t know whom to trust.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know if you’re lying either,” he replied. “I don’t trust you. And now you know why your betrayal,” he paused as if unsure of what words to use, “was so surprising.”

“I don’t trust myself either,” you sat on the couch, away from him. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m a spy or not. I don’t know if I originally decided to kill you or not. I don’t know if I’ve always lied to you even when we-” you interrupted yourself and gulped, the flashes of his mouth on you making you dizzy. “So you’re doing well. Don’t trust me. Because I don’t know anything.”

The silence felt heavy and you could see the same inner fight inside of Haechan as well.

“Why did you stay with us?” Haechan looked young and vulnerable in his chair.

He looked the most human you’ve ever seen him.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You could have gone with him.”

“I don’t even know him.”

“Do you know me?”

You bit your lip. “Somehow I think I do.”

Haechan’s eyes felt almost warm and the setting sun made his skin lit up like honey.

How could Demons look like that?

You had no idea how you were looking at him but he suddenly sat up and turned around, one hand in his fluffy - and now back to brown - curls. “Ah, you’re fucking with my brain,” he mumbled.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “I am not.”

Haechan chuckled dryly. “For being a hag of a dark entity you’d think I would be more capable of not being manipulated. The human world always messes up with me,” he added the last phrase quietly, almost to himself only.

“I am not manipulating you. Since I’ve met you, in this world,” you precised, “I’ve done nothing but be truthful with you. I have no memories so of course I have no idea of my previous intentions and I don’t know if I am here now to look for you because I love you and you abandoned me or to kill you. Maybe both.”

Haechan’s eyes lit up at your words and he looked at you over his shoulder first.

Then he walked the distance so quickly that you inhaled and took small steps behind until hitting the couch with your calves.

“I will be delusional for a moment and believe Mark looked for you after I,” he gulped, “left, and you were angry at me enough to start working with him and come and kill me.” His voice was an intimidating whisper and you couldn’t help but feel the tension in all of your muscles. He has never been this close.

You could feel his warm breath on your face and the scent of his cologne. Your thigh muscles started to shake and you didn’t know if it was because of the effort of staying away from him, fear, anger, or-

“Would that make sense?” he continued. If he noticed your reaction his face didn’t communicate it.

“Why not?”

“Would your love turn into hate this quickly? Or maybe there wasn’t any love there in the first place and all of this time you’ve just been fucking that son of a bitch while playing me. Which one makes more sense?”

“You want me to hate you so badly,” you lifted your chin. Your thigh muscle stopped shaking and you leaned in.

Haechan flinched but he didn’t move away.

“You want me to look you in the eyes and scream that I hate you and I want you dead because it would make things for you easier, right? Why aren’t you honest with yourself?”

Haechan inhaled then scoffed. “You want honesty? What do you want me to say? That I’m happy to see you? That I hoped you actually came to find me? That it kills me to not be able to touch you because I might go to hell while that jerk can kiss you? That I might go insane anytime soon and actually touch you even if that means I’d go to the damned hell and take this whole shitty world with me? Fuck,” he turned around and you could only stare at his back getting farther away as he walked towards his chair, his shoulder blades moving up and down following his heavy breath.

You put a hand to your chest, feeling your own breath just as quickly.

“You already know about my touch. What else would have I prepared for your downfall? Nothing. I have nothing on you. You can trust me now.”

“You destabilize me. I am on a mission. I have a task and you’re here and all I think about is you. This is what you have on me.”

“This is also why you left, right? Your grand mission. Much more important than anything else. Much more important than me.”

Haechan didn’t say anything.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

“You can’t go anywhere,” he turned around.

“I’m not welcome here.”

“He’ll get to you.”

“Let him come.”

“Y/N.”

“Haechan.”

His name took you both by surprise.

“What do you want me to do then? Lock myself in a room forever so I don’t bother you and your task? I can’t be here, I can’t go away. What do you want me to do?”

“Just stay here. I’m not a piss boy. I can handle your presence,” he finally murmured. “And you can come in now,” he said louder.

Jeno and Jaemin awkwardly entered the living room.

“Thank God, I was starving and the fridge is on the other side of this fucking house.”

You didn’t sleep much at night.

The conversation you had with Haechan kept replying in your head.

His words, his feelings, his eyes, the scenes he played out for you.

You felt exhausted.

So much happened in the past couple of days that you felt like a brand new person.

You learned a lot but you didn’t gain any memories. They were tales told to you but you couldn’t find them in your brain or heart.

Was Haechan truly the one he said he was? Was Mark setting you up? Why did he pretend he was your lover then? Why did he kiss you? So many questions and infinite possibilities.

What if Haechan was right? What if you’ve always been on Mark’s side and you tricked him? But what if you actually fell in love? Or what if you were just looking for him? What if Mark was tricking you all?

You huffed and rolled on one side. Why didn’t Haechan bring you with him? Why did he leave you? You exhaled. You rolled on the other side.

“Stop huffing and moving. I can’t fall asleep.”

You opened your eyes in shock.

“What?” you thought.

“I said-”

You sat up. “Why are you in my brain?”

Haechan’s roll of eyes could be almost heard through the walls. “We’ve done this before. It’s called talking telepathically.”

“How is this possible?”

“I’m a Demon.”

“And me?”

“I don’t know. Technically you shouldn’t be able to reply back. Mark must have given you some sick powers while you two were fucking.”

You let yourself fall down on the pillows and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Again with this story. We’re not fucking.”

“You wouldn’t know that.”

“I’m not a cheater,” you were growing irritated.

“We have never dated. I wouldn’t blame you for it.”

“The thought pisses me off.”

Haechan didn’t reply but you could sense he was amused and pleased. You didn’t like that he infiltrated your head but a heaviness in your chest disappeared after seeing him in a good mood.

“How did you get into my head?” you asked again.

“You don’t have any blocks. Thought you did.”

“Does it mean you can look and see if I am lying or not?”

“I’d need to touch you for that.”

Right.

“Can Jeno do it?”

“No.”

“I thought he was also a Demon with your same powers.”

“He’s capable of doing it. But I will not allow it.”

“Why not?”

Haechan hesitated. “It’s very invasive.”

“Is it dangerous for me?”

“I’m not letting Jeno Lee see the depths of you.”

Oh.

“Alright,” you thought. “I will try to fall asleep so your demonic ass and your superhuman hearing can also rest.”

You expected Haechan to chuckle or at least reply with a grunt but whatever mind connection there was it disappeared.

You sighed and turned around again, fluffing the pillow with one hand. But the moment you closed your eyes you heard his voice in your head, low and warm but clear.

“I am sorry for abandoning you.”

You opened your eyes.

Haechan continued. “I thought I was making the right choice. You said you didn’t want to do anything with me anymore. I thought we were over.”

You didn’t know what to reply to.

“If I don’t complete this fucking important mission as you call it, I will vanish.”

“Why can’t both things coexist?” you asked.

“You’re human,” he simply said. “I thought you’d live a good life without me. I erased your memories. I don’t understand-” he interrupted himself and you didn’t know why. You felt a sudden lump in your throat and you didn’t know if it were you or you were just sensing his emotions. “-I don’t understand how you got here. This is why I don’t believe you came to look for me. Because you couldn’t have remembered me in the first place.”

You felt tears prickle your eyes.

“This is the moment to tell me the truth, please, Y/N. Maybe you enjoy torturing me but it’s too late to keep playing. Just tell me the truth.”

“I swear-” you started, “I have no idea. I wish I could tell you.”

No thought came from Haechan for a moment then he said a single “Alright.”

“Haechan?”

“Yes.”

“In the warehouse,” you started. “Right before Mark appeared, I had a thought.”

Haechan waited.

“I thought what if we can’t find him there. And the first thing he said-”

“But you found me,” Haechan completed the thought for you. “I don’t know if he can read your mind or whatever Archangels ended up being able to master all of this time I’ve been away. But it could also mean you might have a connection with him.”

“What kind of connection?”

“The spell you have on yourself. Your deadly touch. He obviously put that on you. I don’t know if by force or if you accepted it willingly. But it might explain things.”

“Do you think he can- listen now?”

“Maybe.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

“He can listen either way. And if you keep thinking about me maybe it will piss him off.”

You lifted one eyebrow, the flirty reply to your serious concern making you scoff.

Haechan didn’t say anything else but you could still sense his presence. It was weirdly comforting and it lulled you to sleep.

In the morning you discovered Jeno and Jaemin were on their missions to bring the famous Doyoung and Selene together. You didn’t even know them, but they were kind of pissing you off. The fact they needed a Demon to bring them together instead of actually working on it themselves was also ridiculous.

Haechan was downstairs, sitting down at his Tarot desk and staring into a glass globe.

“Are you actually spying on them? Like a stalker?”

The young man chuckled as you walked behind his back.

“That can’t be legal,” you added and sat down on the other chair in front of him.

Haechan lifted his eyes under his soft fringe and a mischievous twinkle sparkled in them.

“I am an evil Demon,” he reminded you.

You took a sip out of your coffee and sighed. “Well, I guess this is the least evil thing you’ve done off of your list of crimes.”

Haechan passed one hand on the ball and the images disappeared.

“Does that thing really work or is it your demonic power?”

“Just my demonic power,” he smiled.

“The tarots too?”

Haechan looked at the pile of cards with fondness. “Yeah. They’re just paper.”

“So did you choose the cards on purpose for me to pick?” you felt amused but betrayed.

“Actually,” he was still staring at the cards, “I didn’t.”

You looked at them too. “May I?” you asked and Haechan gave you a single nod.

The cards were luscious in your hands and felt expensive. You stared at the images on them.

“You said I had a task.”

Haechan’s eyes were on your fingers, unsuccessfully trying to shuffle them.

“I could feel that. Everything I said during the reading is true. You have a task and I wanted to see what it was about in your head, but-”

Your mind went back to his scream and the way he plopped on the floor as he touched your hand.

“Do you still think I am here to kill you and that I work with Mark?”

Haechan shrugged. “At this point I don’t know if I care.”

That stung your heart.

“What happens when you’re done with this Universe?”

“I move to another. And another. And another.”

You took a card from the pile and turned it towards you. Two of cups.

Haechan’s eyes fell on it too.

“And what about me? Are you going to take me with you so you’re not living in fear of me randomly attacking you or will you bring me back to my old Universe and erase my memories the way you did it once?”

The card had two people on it, both with a cup in their hands. Above them was a lion with angel wings. Below it was a caduceus - the medical symbol with two snakes.

“I still don’t know,” was Haechan’s answer.

“What does this card mean?” you lifted your gaze to realize Haechan was already looking at you, chin resting on his fingers. The sun was shining brightly, the last rays of the sun for that year, and his eyes looked like fudge. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was about to lean in and kiss you.

“Union,” he started. “Attraction. Love.”

You gulped and broke eye contact to stare at the card again.

“Longing for someone,” he continued. “Healing broken ties. Being drawn to someone.”

You felt difficulty breathing.

“Discovering a feeling is mutual,” he finished in a whisper.

You dared to look up again and regretted it. The sensation of him caressing you with his mind crept into your body.

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he replied.

“You’re doing something right now. My body feels-” you interrupted yourself feeling very ashamed.

Haechan smiled. “That’s called being turned on.”

“Well, stop turning me on with your demonic powers then.”

“That’s just human,” he explained.

You wanted to get up and run away but your knees felt weak. But if you stayed there you were afraid you would end up touching him. His hand was on the desk, mere centimetres away from you.

“I am dangerous for you. Please go away,” you almost mewled.

“Mark really has a hidden sense of humour,” Haechan exhaled, stretching his arms back and sliding his chair away from the table. It looked as if it took him a huge amount of effort to do that.

“He doesn’t want me dead. He wants to torture me,” he added, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Can I ask what he is for you?” You felt better to have Haechan at a healthy distance and the air started to flow normally in your lungs.

“I don’t even know,” the Demon murmured. “We used to be friends. Then he betrayed me. In his perspective, I betrayed him, so I am not sure of the current dynamics.”

You remained quiet.

Haechan’s adam’s apple moved up and down in his throat and you realized you were staring at his silky skin when his gaze connected with yours instead.

“I don’t think I could ever have any desire to kill you,” you found yourself murmuring.

The young man’s lips stretched in a little smile. His dark and lazy expression felt like burning your face and at that point you had no idea if it was his demon powers or just human emotion as he said.

“I am glad,” he replied.

“I really wish you could trust me. I can help you.”

Haechan got up, the tarot cards still spread in front of him. He dragged his fingers on top of them when a card flipped out. It was the Knight of Swords.

“How?” he asked although his furrowed eyebrows gave him the air of already knowing the answer.

You got up as well. “I can spy for you.”

He shook his head before you could finish.

“Haechan-”

“No. I can’t bear the thought of you with him.”

You closed your mouth. His silver tattoo was slowly appearing on his neck and the way his hair darkened all of a sudden gave you the impression that he was losing control.

You really wished you could touch him.

“Aren’t you curious as to why I am here? How I got here? In another universe? Why I am still me and not my counterpart?”

“Yes, but you will not do anything about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Haechan,” you took a few steps towards him. The man turned around.

“Stop saying my name like that,” he sounded pained.

His back was right in front of you, wide in his black t-shirt. You didn’t notice the tattoo he had on it, peeking a bit from under his collar to his nape. You wondered how the design looked like and why he concealed it before - what that meant for him.

“I can almost feel your gaze on me,” he whispered.

“What happened when I touched you? Was it painful? Was it really hell?”

Haechan didn’t reply for a few moments, and you bit your lower lips. Perhaps you shouldn’t have asked.

“You don’t have to know,” he turned around slowly. His scent engulfed you in the movement and you felt your throat close.

Maybe you looked at each other for too long. Or maybe you were imperceptibly getting too close, but he inhaled.

“We can’t,” he added with the same tone. You didn’t know what expression you had on to make him say that, but you knew what he was talking about.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know,” you repeated, rubbing your knuckles on one temple. But you couldn’t move away. “Fuck.”

You turned back your seat and exhaled.

Haechan was motionless in the same spot.

“What does the Knight of Swords mean?” you asked, eyeing the flipped card. You desperately needed to think about something else.

The young man turned around the chair and sat on it with his chin resting on his folded arms.

“Action,” he simply replied.

You smiled. “That’s it?”

Haechan’s expression relaxed. He hummed. “Do I look like an actual Tarot Reader to you?”

You chuckled. “To be honest, not at all. When I first arrived here I was expecting some old lady or something.”

Before you could add something else an older lady was sitting in Haechan’s place and you suppressed a little scream.

“Oh my God. Can you actually do that?” you put one hand to your mouth.

The lady chuckled slowly. “Cool, huh?”

“Okay okay, go back, please. This is creeping me out.”

Haechan’s features appeared back on the woman’s face, and he was there again. You looked at each other for a longer moment and you forced yourself too look away.

“Is there any fun reading I can get? I’m sick of future and predictions.”

Haechan hummed. “There is one.”

You stared at his ring then at his wristwatch, not wanting to risk looking him in the eyes again.

“What is it?”

“Would you be interested in knowing your sexual energy?”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “You’re going to make it all up on the spot, aren’t you?”

Haechan’s little smirk was daring. “Try it out and don’t blame me if it’s too accurate.”

You exhaled and stared down at the spread.

You grabbed a random card and turned it around.

“Chariot is self-restraint. Quiet alone time. Might indicate edging or masturbation.”

You gulped. “You can’t possibly know all that from a card, can you?”

Haechan chuckled and shrugged.

“Do you want another card?”

You inhaled and bit your lower lip. You wanted to prove him wrong. With a decisive movement you flipped another card and watched the way Haechan stared at it. It was the Devil. You lifted your chin.

“Now don’t tell me I’m into chains and stuff because it’s drawn on it.”

Haechan’s eyes shone under his eyelashes. “No. This is Temptation. You want something very badly although you know it’s bad for you. It’s about wants, desires, lust, carnality, senses, pleasure and all things erotic-”

“Alright!” you stopped him.

Haechan licked his lower lip as if enjoying himself way too much. “The object of desire can be some kind of forbidden love, or-” he stopped.

You waited.

“It’s the Devil card. Maybe you really desire, I don’t know, some kind of Demon,” he concluded and you huffed when you realized where he was going with that. You grabbed the card and threw it at him. He caught it with his perfect teeth and laughed.

“You’re playing with me right now.”

“I am being truthful. Pick another card.”

You inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm your nerves. The last card was the Queen of Wands. It looked innocuous and you wondered what story Haechan will make about it.

“Mmm,” he hummed pleased. He grabbed it and turned it towards you, keeping it in front of his face. “Making me blush,” he murmured.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What does it mean?”

“This is someone who is shy.”

“I am not shy,” you tried to argue although your knees were starting to shake.

“Then,” he thought about it for a moment, “modest. Takes a while to relax.”

You gulped. His eyes looked feline and his voice sounded lower and smoother.

“The virginity card,” he continued.

You opened your mouth to speak but you stopped. Haechan waited.

“I have-,” you started then stopped again. “I don’t know if-”

Your eyes searched for his as if he could have any information. Haechan’s cheeks bloomed with a very faint shade of red that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t that close to him.

“Last time I personally checked you were still a virgin, if that’s what you wanted to know,” he gave you the answer. “It doesn’t matter though. This card talks about wanting something pure, not necessarily the literal meaning. The sensation of doing it for the first time. Being taken care of,” he added.

“Have we never-” you tried to speak again but couldn’t finish.

“Virginity is a construct, it doesn’t exist.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. “I know I know. Just- I just want to know what-”

“We never had penetrative sex, no,” he concluded.

You wanted to hide at the choice of words. He chuckled.

“Next card?” he offered.

“I don’t think I want to do this anymore,” you rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand to cool them down. But the little smile on his face and the intimate moment made you enjoy his company and you didn’t want it to end. So you flipped yet another one.

Nine of wands.

Your gazes met again after staring at the piece of paper.

His lips looked plump when they moved to speak. The sun setting made the room dark and the few candles just accentuated Haechan’s jaw and the shadows on his chiselled face.

“It means - keep going,” he murmured, “don’t stop, again, I can’t take this anymore, please.”

The air felt heavy and you desperately wanted to walk away and get a breath of fresh air, but for some reason your brain was telling you the only way to breathe properly was by kissing Haechan’s lips.

The sound that escaped his mouth was almost a plea, as you got up and placed both of your palms on the desk right in front of him. He lifted his face to see you. His eyes were begging and you didn’t know what for.

“Tell me to stop,” you whispered. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you leaned down and Haechan’s soft fringe moved gently under your shaky breath.

He gulped and the view of his desperate expression made you almost whine. “I don’t think I can take this anymore, please just-”

You couldn’t finish the phrase. Haechan’s lips on yours felt better than you could have ever imagined and his hands grabbing at each side of your face, pulling you towards him made you melt in his touch. For a moment or many, you couldn’t think. You weren’t brain anymore or conscience. You were just lips and skin, just lungs to breathe in his scent.

But then he wasn’t there anymore. The abrupt separation made you exhale and you opened your eyes.

But Haechan didn’t disappear. He was in front of you, eyes wide open and shining, surprised as you.

You were probably mirroring his expression. “Are you okay?” you tried to speak.

You lifted one hand to place it on his face as if not believing he was there, and he closed his eyes, letting his head rest better in it. “I am okay,” he whispered. Then he placed his own hand on top of yours, sliding his face to kiss your palm. Then he kissed it again. And again. Then he pulled you closer, getting up so fast you didn’t make sense of how he made you sit on the desk getting so close that the only thing you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and let him guide the kiss the way he wished. It was only when he started to adventure on your jaw instead, going around it to reach the soft spot under your ear that you managed to breathe out.

“What about-” your fingers dug into his shirt, gathering the material underneath them, “the curse? The touch?”

Haechan ignored you, peppering wet kisses all over your throat, making your breath quiver and your legs tighten around his hips.

Your hands moved from his hard shoulders to his hair, finally sliding your fingers into the thickness of it, feeling how soft it was. Every touch on your skin felt like burning and you didn’t know if it was good or bad but it felt so nice you didn’t want him to stop.

“Haechan,” you moaned when he slid his thumbs on top of your bust, pulling down your shirt for a moment and the bra with it. His hands went to your spine, supporting you and pushing his face against your breasts, making you throw your head back. The view made him grunt and he came back to the base of your throat, sucking on the tender skin until it stung, and wetting the spots with his tongue. That tongue then slid into your mouth again, both whining into each other’s mouths, too hungry for touch to let yourselves breathe properly.

“You look like you’re in pain. Are you sure you’re okay?” you managed to talk again as he rested his forehead on yours for a moment.

“I am in pain because I feel like I’m going to cum in my fucking pants any moment now,” his eyes twinkled and your thighs twitched under his fingertips, gently going up and down on top of your jeans. “I don’t know why I am still here and not getting tortured somewhere underground right now but I want to make the most of it if perhaps I need to go soon.”

The implication of that made your skin shiver. You didn’t know if you wanted to know what the most of it meant.

“Are you scared?” he murmured against your ear. “You can tell me to stop and I will,” he repeated the same thing you told him. But just like him, you remained quiet.

“Please take care of me,” you only whispered and Haechan’s eyes never got that dark, not even when he saw Mark.

He could have snapped his fingers and gotten rid of your clothes, but instead he took his time, slowly sliding his fingers underneath your soft sweater, feeling the warm skin of your stomach, fondling your body until getting it off completely, all while his tongue never stopped swirling with yours.

The circles he drew on your back going to unclasp your bra could have been some ancient language that only expressed love because you couldn’t have imagined that kind of touch to mean anything else.

And when the fabric of the clothes touched the ground and you were naked in his arms he finally let your lips go, breathing heavily against them, and slid his t-shirt off by the collar, piling the indument on top of yours. His chest against you made you whine and grab at his toned body.

He was hot at the touch and his scent made you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck to get more, while his quick but delicate hands reached the button of your jeans.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmured against the crown of your head and you did as he asked, supporting yourself on his shoulders.

He pulled at your bottoms, sliding them down your thighs, his gaze never leaving yours for a moment.

Your chest brushed against his nose and he reached down, peppering kisses all over your cleavage. You mewled when he let go to get rid of your jeans and you inhaled deeply, holding tight on the edge of the desk when he dropped on his knees to free your ankles off the fabric and started to gently kiss them. He came up your legs, accompanying his soft trails with his hands, feeling your body until reaching the softness of your thighs.

You imperceptibly tightened them and his eyes darted towards you. It was a silent command and you felt like covering your face with your hands as you opened wider for him.

“Good girl,” his breath was hot and the sound of his voice vibrated along your skin getting you goosebumps. Your body was flinching at every touch and the closer he got the faster your chest rose and fell, until you couldn’t take it anymore and just moaned his name, pushing your hips against his face. You heard him chuckle and he didn’t waste any time. The feeling of his tongue on your clothed clit made you gasp and you pushed his hair off his forehead.

“Can I mess up your hair?” you murmured.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he replied, his husky voice travelling down your core and making your spine curve.

You got it now. Everything Haechan showed you from his memories was true. The heaviness of his feelings, the desire, the fear, the passion, it was all real.

You couldn’t imagine not being his lover. While you were there, spread for him and at his mercy, you couldn’t imagine not being on his side, not falling in love with him.

The little tug at your panties made you focus your thoughts back on him.

“Are you perhaps getting bored, gorgeous?” he clicked his tongue.

You felt like laughing and shaking your head.

“I’m just thinking-” you started but the way your panties were slowly descending down your thighs and knees while Haechan wasn’t touching them made you interrupt yourself.

“Yeah?” he kissed the inner thigh and you shivered, the thought of him seeing every centimetre of you from his position making you unable to focus anymore.

“I was thinking that I am sure of it,” you repeated.

Haechan’s soft and plump lips made their way further between your legs and you closed your eyes for a moment all breathy.

“Sure of what, darling?”

“That you’re my lover and I am definitely not here to kill you,” you explained with a certain difficulty.

Haechan stopped right above your sweet spot and you had to bite your lower lip, the anticipation making you lose your mind.

“A little kiss made you sure of it?” his eyes were dark but amused.

He looked breathtaking.

“You know it’s not just because of a little kiss.”

Haechan’s breath was hot and tingly on your sensitivity. “I know,” he replied and didn’t give you any time to adjust as he gave you a slow and deep lick on your clit making you gasp loudly.

He hummed pleased at the reaction and he repeated it, again and again until he was satisfied with the sounds you were making. Then he went lower, dipping his tongue inside of you, making you grab at his hair.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered and you heard the buzz of his laugh at your word choice.

Your thighs got closer as he increased the speed and you noticed the red tint of his ears pressed against your skin.

It made your chest bloom with affection and it just increased the shivers on your spine as he kitty licked and sucked on you, the hums against you sounding more and more hungry.

His hands felt wide on your ass as he pulled you even closer to his mouth and you had to support yourself on his shoulders.

“Please,” you started to chant at the way he flicked his tongue.

His jaw flinched and the moment he directed his gaze on you, two deep cuts under his messy hair, your whole body trembled in his arms.

He lifted his hands and you intertwined your fingers with his as with a last suck you came against his tongue. His name was on your lips like a mantra, laced with swears that to Haechan’s ears sounded like the most divine compliments. His warm mouth was still on you when your breath started to slow down and the little licks he’d give your pulsating pussy made your whole body jolt in spasms.

“Enough, please,” you mewled at the overstimulation and Haechan listened, peppering kisses on your stomach instead, going up to gently bite the underside of your breasts, sucking on the spot, before giving your hard nipples a cheeky lick.

You hummed, brain still mush from the high, but body already reacting to Haechan’s touch. He didn’t stop this time, letting you feel his wet and hot tongue, sucking on one bud then another, diligently.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and you let him slowly push you on the desk until your back was resting on top of the Tarot spread. With the corner of your eyes you saw the Devil card and you wondered if it was alright for you to get fucked on it.

As if reading your mind Haechan murmured against your neck. “As much as I’d love to take you on this same desk you need to be loved properly on my bed instead.”

His voice was so husky and deep that you felt yourself getting wet again and the way the stubble on his chin felt rubbing against your throat just stirred you even more.

“I am not against you taking me on this desk,” you slid your palms on his face and brought it to yours, kissing him slowly.

“That’s going to be for the next time, when I can bend you over it,” he replied against your lips and before you could realize it, your back hit a mattress instead and Haechan’s weight on top of you felt overwhelmingly good. His scent was all around you, his pillows, his room, the sheets you had to grab onto as you felt his delicate fingers dipping inside of you.

The wet sound felt even dirtier in the dim lights of his bedroom, the deep silence interrupted only by the slow pumping and his mouth on your chest.

His name came back on your lips and you found yourself spread even more for him to reach deeper inside of you. Like a switch, he found your sweetest spot and your body seized up, curling your toes in the air.

“There it is. I didn’t forget it,” his amused whisper lingered on your lips, mixed with his moaned name. He curled his fingers so deliciously, hitting the same spot repeatedly as fast as your quick breath.

“I am going to cum, I am going to-” your quickening voice announces and Haechan hummed deeply.

“Yeah? Cum for me again, baby, let go.”

“Fuck,” you dug your nails into his body and the last thing you saw was his veiny forearm stilling between your legs as you pushed your head into the pillows.

“Good good girl,” Haechan’s voice brought you back from the radio silence your brain threw you in. “You need to relax a bit so I can get my hand back,” he added with a light chuckle and you realized his fingers were still buried deep inside of you as you clenched around them.

You tried to catch your breath and focus your gaze on him. Not once in your life you’ve felt that inebriated.

And when you felt his wet fingers on your lips you just opened your mouth and sucked on them slowly with a hum, letting your tongue on the underside of them.

Haechan inhaled. “I know you’re so fucking dirty. I just want to discover it little by little,” he leaned against your ear, sliding his fingers off your mouth. You let them go with a plop and gulped as he dragged that wet hand on his lower stomach, putting a little show for you as he reached his cock and lazily stroked it. He groaned softly and the small fuck that escaped your mouth at the view made him lean back down, resting his wide hand near your pillow and making you watch the way he aligned himself to your needy pussy and softly pushed inside.

You pressed your face against his forearm at the sensation, grabbing at his bicep and he exhaled.

“God,” he murmured, “you’re perfect.”

You whined again, feeling stretched and full and he searched for your eyes after stopping moving. “Are you okay?”

He rubbed your face with one hand and kissed your cheek, then your temple. You let out a faint yes and wrapped his neck with your arms, pulling him into a deep kiss. You felt him growing inside of you a bit more and the thought of feeling him all made you clench.

“You can move,” you whispered against his lips and he gave you another small kiss before gently pushing his hips forward. The first thrust was smooth and it made you open your mouth to breathe better, the second made you curl your toes and the third, deeper, made you roll your eyes back.

“Demon or not you’re going to make me nut so fucking quickly,” Haechan’s voice was breathy.

“You can cum wherever you want to,” you entangled your fingers in his hair. The man rubbed his face in the crook of your neck.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me or I’ll break you,” he replied and as a demonstration his hips snapped and you gasped at the way he managed to bottom out.

“Does it hurt?” he murmured and you shook your head unable to speak. “Does it feel good?” he tried with a little smirk and you nodded, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips.

“Fuck, baby,” Haechan thrust once, then twice, until the wet sound got drowned by the skin-slapping sound of his hips against your ass.

Haechan’s bed started to creak and he pushed one hand on the headboard above your head, giving you a better view of his body moving inside of you.

“Shit shit shit,” you grabbed at the sheets, pulling and twirling. Haechan grabbed them and held them on each side of your head, intertwining his fingers with you to let you squeeze as hard as you wanted to. His mouth was so close to yours but you were both unable to kiss. You’ve never thought of how hot a whining man could sound and the thought of you being responsible for those sounds made your head even dizzier.

“I want you to cum inside of me, please,” you begged and Haechan moaned harshly against your neck.

“Ah shit I can’t-” he choked on his breath and rose to his knees, pulling out frantically and releasing on your stomach.

The view knocked the breath out of your lungs. His messy hair partially hiding his lustful eyes, his chest, his veiny hand still stroking his cock, his plump abused lips still letting small groans escape.

His cum was hot on your skin and you desperately wanted it inside of you.

“Give me a second if you don’t want my child,” he exhaled, a lingering amusement on his now relaxed expression.

“What are you trying to do?” you asked, the thought stirring something in you.

“Contraception,” he lifted one eyebrow.

“And if I want the child?” you smiled.

“Don’t mess with me,” he leaned down, giving you a quick peck. Whatever demonic magic he did was done already because he didn’t miss any more time. His cock felt heavy on your lower stomach, and when he started to rub it between your folds, his tip pushing against your clit, your arms flew back around his neck. The slick made him slide back in so easily that you could just gasp.

“Hmm, yeah, you’re taking me so well.”

The praise went to your fucked up head and you could just throw your head back and moan his name again.

The pace was so fast and his thrust so deep that you could feel him inside your gut. Haechan messily kissed your lips and face, murmuring low shhs and nothingness in your ears, laced with curses with his husky needy voice.

His body was hot, caging you underneath him and you felt so full and so safe, you felt loved and desired.

The emotion that bloomed in your chest imitated the feeling nesting in your stomach, about to burst.

You wanted to tell him many things but you couldn’t find any good words, so you just pulled him tightly and brushed your lips together, chanting his name.

“Cum for me again, baby,” he grunted and you spasmed in his arms as he pushed you into the mattress again and again until your shaky moans and eyes rolled back in your head making him still inside of you, feeling you rhythmically pulsating around him.

The sounds he made as he released inside of you were the most erotic thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

You jolted in your sleep, feeling around you and finding the bed empty but warm.

“I’m still here,” Haechan murmured, his shadow getting closer. The bed dipped as he laid down and you inhaled his scent as he slid under the covers to pull you to his chest.

“I thought-” you started but then stopped, the image of Haechan screaming on the ground after your touch still haunting you.

“I didn’t go anywhere. I am fine,” he added. His arms felt strong around your shoulders and his gentle hands slowly rubbing your head and back were lulling you back to sleep.

“Jeno said it’s possible that the curse lifted after we touched the first time. Single usage.”

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest. You couldn’t clearly see his features but his eyes were shining in the dark.

“You’re saying that we could have touched all of this time and we just didn’t?”

Haechan’s soft chuckle warmed your face. “Mark humour I guess.”

You rested your head back on him, listening to his calming heartbeat.

“Are the guys back?”

Haechan hummed. “It’s Christmas. Selene will arrive soon. I expect Doyoung to come by in the night of the New Year.”

You nuzzled your head further into him and Haechan turned to the side, resting his face on top of your head. The little peck he left warmed you all up.

“I want to come with you wherever you go,” you whispered.

Haechan didn’t comment.

“Promise me,” you tried to lift your head to see his eyes again but a sudden light invaded your irises.

You wanted to scream and ask what was going on, but Haechan was on his feet already with you behind his back. You put your hands on his back to balance yourself.

“Oh fuck,” he exhaled and turned around. “Hold onto me tight! Never let go!” was the last thing you heard him say as the floor opened and swallowed you both.

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Feral

Part Four (M)

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: You’ve come to figure out that being the center of everyone’s attention is both a blessing and a terrible, supernatural curse.

•••> Pairing(s): Seokjin / Reader / Taehyung

•••> Word Count: 17.6k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: smut, blood thirst, aggressive yearning, multiple orgasms, fangs and venom, werewolf knot, knotting, cum bloating, cum stuffing, obsessive sex, feral werewolf, insecure werewolf, murder (Greek Mythology), character death, oral (f receiving), tongue fucking by a six-inch tongue, mention of murder/vampire hunting, mention of war, mention of cancer, mention of slavery, uncontrollable lust, angst, perceived mate rejection, addiction to venom, withdrawal from venom, and a lot of other stuff. You know the drill. If you don’t want to read, don’t. If you’re under 18, don’t.

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PART THREE (M), PART FIVE (M) -> MASTERLIST

Right before sleep took you, a thought crossed your mind and a weak pulse beat on your clit. It wasn’t strong enough to keep you from going under, but it was concerning nonetheless.

Where is Sir Kim?

“Apollo.” You whispered. “You came.”

The god smiled at you, yet the smile did not seem to wipe the sadness from his eyes, as he materialized from the light of the setting sun. You knew why he was here. You knew why he finally answered your prayer.

His voice was warmth and joy. It was honey and it was the sun on your skin. “Of course, Selene. How could I ignore you now, my moon?”

Your arm was weak to reach for him and you were practically blind to the blood that covered your fingers. The need to touch him was too much to bear. He came to your side elegantly, quickly, and also disregarded the crimson fluid of your body and laced his fingers into your own.

The smile on your lips was weak yet filled with happiness all the same as you felt his light flood your veins. It had been a very long time since you felt the joys of the day as you had felt the pleasures of the night.

Your long night was coming to an end- how else to conclude it than with the True Sun himself bringing you into the beaming rays of his embrace?

“I’d always hoped I would see you once more.” Your lips cracked as you said the words. Your new Lifeblood coursing through your limbs to restore the damage was fruitless; your newfound magic from Ambrogio’s attempt to save you was depleting quickly with the unbridled loss your life had become.

He let out a dry laugh. Forced. Pained. “I am more than delighted to fulfill your wish, my love.”

You coughed again and winced as the wound, cut down the middle of your chest and stomach, pulsed your life into the ground, flowing thick and red.

Ambrogio lay to your side, lifeless fingers threaded into your other hand. His eyes were open, the final, eternal stare fixed on the sky. You mourned his death as you mourned your impending one, the fate of his soul tied with your own after so many years spent with your shared Divinity keeping him alive. His heart beat for you and yours for him- a bond that would sync the stopping of his heart with yours.

Your heart no longer beat, yet the remaining dark magic of Tartarus given by Ambrogio in your last mortal moments left you with a few minutes to bathe in the glow of Apollo on the surface of earth.

“I missed you. For years, I Called for you.” You whimpered as tears managed to fill your eyes, the pain of a mortal lifetime tearing your heart in two. One half still wept in sorrow for the death of your divinity, but the other half grieved for the life you spent without your Sun.

The god frowned, his golden eyes reflecting bits of light through his own tears into that of a rainbow against your skin. “You know the decree, Selene; therefore, you know why it would not be.”

“I know.” You warbled in pain. “But I still prayed for you. Every night, I would give you my prayers.”

“I heard every one.” His eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled, forcing the pool of tears to spill over his eyelashes and fall down his cheeks. Your soul wept at the sight. “I always listened.”

Your smile dropped as the emotional and physical agony took its toll on you. “Then you know what has become of us.”

“Man.”

So much blame and anger was placed into the word that came from between his clenched teeth. You felt the blame all the way down to where you loved the creation of Zeus. It was a heavy blow to your care for humanity.

“They called him an abomination. My son- he-” You hiccuped. “They called him a monster.”

“Your son was many things.” He reached a hand out to cradle your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “A monster? No.”

You squeezed your fingers around Ambrogio’s cooling ones and babbled in sadness. “He was ours. He didn’t belong to this world. I loved Ambrogio as I love you and Musaeus was born from that. He loves the world as we love him.”

Apollo shifted to pull your head into his lap and you cried weakly at the feeling of finally being held by the other of your love. Your love for Ambrogio was worldly, physical, and real, but your love for Apollo was spiritual, beautiful, and right. Your heart encompassed both loves as one.

“He will live a full, mortal life, Selene. He will be amazing.” Apollo stroked your hair from your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead while he gave you the assurances you needed to rest. “Musaeus will never crave blood. He will carry on and he will be strong. He will have children- human children- and he will be happy. He will live a fulfilling life and he will die a peaceful death. I can give your son the world and I will take his call to Tartarus.”

“Good.” You smiled in relief and whispered your emotion into your breath. “Good.”

“He will be missing half of him- the half that calls for Tartarus- as will all of his children and his children’s children. Are you content with that?”

“Yes.” You felt the draw as the dark magic tugged the rest of you down into the fiery cradle of Hades. “Keep him away from these horrors. They are not fit for Man.”

“It is done.” He said. “And I’m afraid your time is almost upon you.”

You chuckled spitefully and gestured to where the sword of silver that killed you and your mate lay. “Who knew Man would be the ones to exact the definition of abominations?”

“There will be more like Ambrogio but there will no longer be any ‘abominations’ for Man to kill over. They will kill over each other and no more.”

“Very well.” You looked up at Apollo again. “Then, may I ask one more thing of you?”

“Anything, my moon. It is yours.”

You felt the tingle of your lost ardor even as you lay dying in his lap. The desire to finally become whole and full with life despite your loss of it. You had your mortality with Apollo’s gift. You had your dark Night with Ambrogio. All that you were missing was your sunlit Day.

“Kiss me.” You whimpered.

There was no reminder of the forbidden this time. No grimace in submission under the decree of Zeus nor words of displeasure with your wish. You had finally spoken your wish to him after years upon years of praying it and were met with the eyes of Apollo’s indulgence.

The god leaned down with only love stretching outwards to caress your body, filling you with the last bits of light that you craved in your soul. With your final ounces of strength and your endmost seconds of life, you lifted your head to finally meet his lips while you squeezed Ambrogio’s hand into yours.

And in your death, you had everything you would ever want in your first- your last- kiss with Apollo, your True Sun.

A tongue dug into your folds.

It laved against your clit, violating and hot with each stroke. You were so out of it that it was hard to process the friction of it against your sensitive skin at first.

Lips sealed over your opening to enclose your cunt from the cold of the room and blanketed it in the wet heat of a mouth. As you perceived your surroundings- including the sounds of slickness being slurped and low groans of approval in a throat- you came to realize that your legs lay spread out and hooked over shoulders. Hands pressed softly into your waist and squeezed.

Your moan was broken and hoarse with sleep, but a moan nonetheless. You opened your eyes to darkness and blinked while the tongue continued to lazily lap against your nub.

The curtains of your window were drawn over it, blocking out the sun with their thickness, and it made your room almost as dark as when the moonlight barely streamed in the night prior. Still, you could see the edges of the curtains where the sun attempted to grapple into the darkness and failed.

You looked down at the mass of hair between your legs as a particular flick of his tongue sent your toes curling and you whining lowly.

“Seokjin,” Your voice cracked as you called his name. He tightened his hands on your waist, digging his fingers in your flesh, and proceeded to eat at you more persistently in acknowledgment of his name.

Your skin still radiated with numbness to the pain and your fingertips, toes, and belly still pulsed with an incredible need for more. With each pass of his tongue from your cunt to your clit, a hot spark of pleasure sent your body into a craze.

A groan reverberated deep in Seokjin’s chest, shaking you to your core when it vibrated his flattened tongue over your entire pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your hands reached blindly for his hair while your joints stiffened from your lack of stretching after just waking up.

A tug on your tether cooled you to the point of mental relaxation, transitioning you from your state of confusion to acceptance of anything to come. You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling from the tether and, hesitantly, you imagined touching it in thanks as you would touch Seokjin.

Fuck, you taste absolutely piquant.

You snapped your head up to look at Seokjin again, only to find his white eyes already on yours and a small smile every time he detached his mouth to take another lick. Your thighs trembled and a deep whine built up in your throat as you began to feel pleasure from his end of the tether.

Can you hear me, little dove?

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to process the physical pleasure of Seokjin digging his lips and tongue into you whilst undergoing another sense of pleasure, alien and not yours.

You moved a hand from his head to one of his arms that held you to him, holding him physically as you held him mentally, and tried to bring him closer between your thighs.

Tell me you can hear me, Y/N.

Your breath was stolen as his tongue, long as ever, began to shallowly fuck into your cunt.

“I can hear you.” You whimpered.

Tell me like this.

His tongue shot back further into your wetness, crowding against your cervix as it had done only hours before. You gurgled another moan as you tried to keep your eyes focused on the vampire and adjust to the sensation.

The mental task was heavy and difficult, not what you thought it to be, and you tried to give him your words past the hectic chaos of lust-ridden thoughts that crowded your mind.

Hear you.

Seokjin was happy with your effort. You could feel his happiness alight in your blood, a joy that was colder, older, and much different from your own. You relished in his emotions as his tongue bulled against the opening to your womb again.

You’re so tight. So deep. So fucking beautiful.

You cried out a sob as Seokjin began swirling his tongue around your walls. With the muscle much thinner and more agile than his dick, it became a sensation that was impiously sacrilegious. You laid splayed out and mindless atop your already-ruined sheets while his tongue began to fuck into you with your womb as it’s destination and your legs spread and bound by his arms over his broad shoulders.

You canted your hips toward his face on instinct, your body’s way of hoping that he could tongue fuck you deeper, yet you instantly regretted it when his tongue finally began to breach through and all you felt was mind-numbing bliss- a dangerous sensation when you were hesitant about accepting his bite and full bond.

You scrambled away from him to regain a sense of control but all you succeeded in doing was trapping yourself against the headboard as he followed to return his tongue to its depth. With strong hands, he held your thighs against his shoulders to keep you from moving anymore.

Like a drug, the ecstasy overflowed you when he began a rough rhythm into your most sacred place. It wasn’t human- wasn’t right- yet it was all you could feel as you threaded your fingers into his hair and tugged him into the apex of your thighs even harder to try bringing him deeper. Your body was quickly succumbing to his filthy desire, making it your own.

Sweat dripped down your forehead and temples and your lips went dry as you panted under the weight of the sin taking place. Your womb was not made to be explored; nevertheless, it was becoming his playground to obliterate.

Fuck, I love you. His voice was not audible, yet it was in the form of whispers as your own thought that you looked at him and caught his eyes again.

His tongue poked in and out of your womb with a slow pace to allow you the time you needed to get used to it, but by the time you were accepting the movement in full force- with his venom preventing you from feeling anything but complete love- you were already approaching your orgasm.

Gonna cum, you managed to tell him.

His speed picked up again and you felt his fangs slightly press into your skin while the tip of his tongue pressed through your cervix. You mouth was agape, dry from your heavy breathing, yet no sound escaped in the face of your unbridled pleasure.

Seokjin pulled away suddenly, slipping his tongue out of you, and sat up on his knees. Only then, in the darkness, did you realize he was beautifully naked.

His chest was flushed red and his lips were swollen from the amount of time he spent suctioned on you, however, it was the sight of your cum dripping down his chin and down his chest to his dick that had you crying out for his attention.

“Cum on my dick, baby.”

Eagerly, you shot your hands out to hook onto his shoulders and bring his body into yours. With a hiss, he grabbed his dick, positioned it, and slid into your eager pussy to continue your crescendo into your climax without missing a beat. He dropped his chest to yours once he was molded into your walls.

The vampire only had to pump twice more and rub a circle into your clit before you were cumming around him, sobbing his name and smashing your lips onto his in a hectic fervor.

He came as you did, seemingly releasing after waiting for you, and spurted a solid jet of hot cum into your body. Your stomach warmed again from the heat and your legs tightened around his waist to lock him inside. Unreservedly full with his seed and confident that it would never take root in your current state, you relaxed and accepted all that he gave you far in your body.

After a few breaths, he pulled out and grinned.

“Good morning.” You breathed.

“Good morning, little dove.”

Seokjin smiled down at you affectionately, eyes crinkling at the corners, as he removed himself from inside you. Then, he lowered your legs to the mattress and moved to lay next to you.

You licked your lips to wet them. “Sleep well?”

“No.”

You cocked your head to look at him, caught off guard by the straightforwardness of his answer. “No?”

“Vampires do not sleep, Y/N.”

“Oh…” You winced. “Sorry.”

He chuckled, wrapping a long arm around your waist to pull you into his cocoon of love. “It is my fault and my fault alone. I should’ve been here to tell you everything you wanted to know. It seems that you had a peacefully dreamless sleep?”

“Something like that.” You winced, wondering if you should tell him about your peculiar visions that told of ancient deities and bloody deaths. You brushed off the thought and decided to distract yourself from it, ignoring your strangely active imagination.

Hesitantly, you placed your hand on his sternum and spread out your fingers to touch as much of his skin as you could.

For a few seconds, his heart beat under your palm and you marveled at the simple sensation of it bumping against your touch. What made you look up to him in panic was his heart completely stopping. Seokjin only returned his expression of entertained adoration.

“My heart beats when I feed and when I have sex.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”

He brought a hand up to cradle your jaw and delicately thumb over your cheekbone. “It helps me process the blood I consume. It also fills me with blood in the… place that requires it.”

You knew what he meant. Only moments ago did you see the head of his dick, red and engorged with blood, to know that the organ was what he referred to.

“I see.”

In the silence and darkness that surrounded your naked bodies, you were left staring into Seokjin’s eyes with a million questions on the tip of your tongue. You just weren’t sure which to ask first.

Your stomach growled lowly, an indicator of an interruption in your conversation, and Seokjin let his hand trail down from your face until he palmed the side of your rib. “Sounds like it’s your turn to be fed.”

You brought your hand to cover your eyes in embarrassment, giggling softly at the simplicity of the situation between the two of you. Seokjin was getting off the bed before you could uncover your eyes.

You sat up and watched him walk over to where his torn clothes lay strewn over the floor. You watched, enraptured, as his legs flexed with each step and his back gave way to the wide muscles of his shoulders. Shit, even his butt was gorgeous.

Seokjin picked up his phone gently and padded back over to you without the inherent need to shield any of himself from your eyes. Quickly typing into his phone as he came to sit back on the bed, you watched him tap away.

“What are you doing?”

He didn’t look away from the cracked screen. “Texting Bolanle.”

“Where is she?”

“The kitchen.”

You chuckled at the surprising laziness of Lord Kim Seokjin. “Nice.”

He tossed his phone onto the nightstand and turned to face you with a suggestive smirk. “What? Texting is convenient. Especially when I have my mate in bed with me.”

Seokjin leaned into you and playfully nipped at the skin of your shoulder, only to trail the small bites toward your neck where you knew to be a hickey- or four.

Your body shuddered as he covered it with his own and you eagerly accepted him between your legs again. Even as he peppered your skin with kisses and smiled into the action, you felt the irresistibly drawing need for him to be inside you.

You also felt an odd hollowness in your chest, preventing you from completely relishing in the perfect moment with the vampire. Despite all of the fulfilling perfection that seemed to happen in the span of the last twelve hours, you still felt strangely incomplete.

Where is Sir Kim?

The issue with the question that had been nagging at you for the past few weeks seemed to push you just enough to say the query aloud. Seokjin immediately got up with a low ‘shit’ muttered between his lips.

“What’s wrong? Is he okay?” You asked worriedly and watched as he took a sheet from your bed to wrap around his waist like a skirt.

“He’s fine.” He leaned down to place a kiss upon your lips. “I just need to go find him.”

You leaned into him to elongate the kiss, desperate for more contact, but he pulled away before you could get back into the mood of wanting his tongue in your guts again. “He’s lost?”

“Not particularly.” Seokjin began walking towards the door. “I’ll be back in a few days, my love. We can take care of everything and then I can put my tongue right back into your guts.”

You blanched with embarrassment. In your relaxed state, it was easy to forget that your otherworldly bond with the lord somehow allowed him access to your thoughts. He smirked back at you as he twisted the knob and swung the door open.

Although you became frazzled and caught off guard, you trusted his word. You had faith that he would remain true to it despite his lengthy disappearance that sent you into a sick craze.

“Come back safely.” You whispered.

The vampire smiled. “Always.”

Bolanle looked as tired as ever as she cleaned the dishes you used. You kind of felt bad. She woke up just to make you food at nine o’clock in the morning when she was usually asleep by six.

“I’m sorry for waking you.” You winced. “I could’ve just made my food for myself.”

She sighed. “As long as you are fed, I am happy. If our Lord wants me to make you food then I shall make you food.”

The statement made you think. In the days following Bolanle’s revelation of her history to you, you became curious about how a designed human and a vampire came to meet.

“Bolanle,” You started. “I know that you told me Dr. Bergenov was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but you never told me about you; how did you come to be in Seokjin’s service?”

“He rescued me.” She shrugged. “Some people heard of my… heritage, so they did the typical pitchfork and torch scheme and came after me, claiming I was the work of Eshu- our version of what you may call the devil. They thought he was trying to trick humans into worshipping something other than Olodumare. Lord Kim just so happened to have caught wind of them plotting to kill me and rescued me instead.”

The woman flicked her locks out of her face to look at you. “I come from the Yoruba people in Nigeria. The religion worships the Orishas of Olodumare, so when a few people in my village began worshipping my mother and I, they hated it. A few rumors and a public execution of my human family led me to try and sail the western seas in hopes of recovering the rest of my human family who were taken by Ile-Ife for the slave trade. I really hoped to earn my way back into their good graces. What was I to do?” She raised her hand in the air expectantly. “I was so young and inexperienced and naive back then.”

The two of you moved to the lounge while she talked and you listened intently. Gingerly, she sat on the couch and you quickly took the loveseat. “I’d only heard about the United States from the few messengers who came by our village every few months after they visited Ile-Ife. My mother didn’t know much either. When she was taken back to Haphaestus’ house for his eternal service, she was forced to leave me behind because, although I was designed perfectly by her, I was human. No human could walk the Halls of Olympus.”

“When did she leave?” You asked, enraptured by her history.

“In 1789. When I was forty-two. Right when people began to realize that I was no longer aging normally.”

“When did you realize you’d stopped aging?”

Bolanle looked up for a moment and placed her fingers on her chin in thought. “I think I was around twenty-five when I noticed. I never thought to ask my mother when I would slow down. Come to think of it, she probably wouldn’t have known either. I was among the first of my sisters to be designed so we had no reference.”

You tilted your head. “Where are the rest of your sisters?”

“Many of them were prosecuted, the same as me, although…” She winced. “They weren’t as lucky as I was in finding someone to defend them. As perfect as we were, we were still human; fighting off angry mobs of people is no easy task.”

The meaning of her words was heavy and awful. “I am so sorry, Bolanle.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. Those that still live are very happy women nowadays.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” You leaned your chin onto your fist. “How many are left?”

Bolanle sighed and leaned back in her seat, staring up at the ceiling.

“There are twenty-three of us left.”

You were shocked. Of the ninety-nine humans created by the automatons of the Divine Smith, seventy-six were killed.

“And you…” You trailed off. “You still keep in touch with them?”

“A few.” Bolanle said. “I reconnected with four of them when I came to the United States. Lord Kim protected me from those who would hunt or enslave me and took me back here after he helped me return the stolen children to Ile-Ife.”

You cocked your head in wonder. “What did Seokjin do once you returned with him?”

Bolanle tilted her head for a moment, her bronze skin becoming highlighted by the luminescence of the chandelier above. “I think he was hunting. The Portuguese were increasingly threatening and he wanted to even the playing field a bit.”

“Even the playing field?” You echoed. "How did he do that?"

"Well,” Bolanle began. "He thought that it was unfair for such a small village like mine to be sitting there like ducks while we waited for Ile-Ife to steal us away and trade us to the white men for weapons. We hadn’t done anything to take part in the slave trade but suddenly, we became the prime product.”

“I was surprised.” She laughed. “He knew our language so well. It was almost as if he had spoken it for years. When he came and made a deal with the chief to protect us if he provided sanctuary for me, the chief agreed so enthusiastically that it became a known fact to the entire district that no one could touch me. I was practically the chief when I came back to Yorubaland with him.”

"How did he act when you got back?” You asked.

"Increasingly protective." She replied. "Like I was his daughter."

With him being almost two centuries older than the woman, you understood his need to protect her. It was a given that he would tend to someone lifetimes younger than him.

Bolanle’s phone rang, breaking you out of story time and returning you back to the present moment with a shrill tone.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows as she answered it. “Sheriff? Lord Kim’s just left for town.”

After some silence, Bolanle's forehead filled with worry lines. “I’ll let him know. We’ll get right to it.”

“What happened?” You were quick to ask after she tapped on her screen to end the call.

"Sir Kim has moved to Whittier this time. He broke into another fish warehouse."

You giggled, trying to make light of the situation. "Why a fish warehouse?"

Bolanle laughed with you despite her continuous gaze on her phone while she tapped on it. "Sir Kim is a particularly hungry creature." You tilted your head with curiosity, wondering what Sir Kim was. His apparent diet of fish led you to a plethora of possibilities.

Bolanle sniffed once and put her phone away, making to grab her coat from the rack and head towards the newly repaired front door. "I'm afraid I must leave you with Dr. Bergenov. I have to contribute my assistance so that Sir Kim does not accidentally out himself to those poor people."

As she left out the door and you bid her farewell, you imagined just what would ensue should Sir Kim reveal himself. You didn’t even know what he was yet an inkling buried deep in the recesses of your mind told you that you knew exactly what he was.

You just refused to believe it.

Lord Kim Seokjin was careful as he entered the small streets of Cordova. He couldn’t get too close to the citizens for the fear of his skin burning away from his bones- and the fact that the townspeople hadn’t seen him in nearly twelve years.

The last time he was in town, a small child had taken to the streets and lost control of himself, killing family pets and attacking strangers who hoped to help him in his supposed tantrum. He tore his way through the streets and caused mayhem in his path.

Kim Seokjin was no stranger to the situation though.

The child was a born wolf, no more than eight months old at the time, and he had evolved to the likeness of a six year-old human due to his nature as a lycanthrope. Seokjin remembered his wild brown eyes staring up at him like it had just happened the day prior.

He was a feral child and it was obvious that he had not had any contact with his mother since his birth. He wore no clothes and he spoke no language. The only human expression that he seemed to present was the look of his disgust when he scented the vampire on the wind.

“It’s okay.” Seokjin had carefully spread his hands out in front of him, palms to the sky to show that he was not a threat to the Lycan, and approached him slowly. Despite the pup's lack of knowledge in speech, Seokjin still spoke to offer a volume of comfort. “I won’t hurt you.”

He managed to back the young wolf into the corner of a dock where he would fall in the water if he tried to go anywhere but at him. Wolves, with their thick coats of fur that weighed a lot when soaked, avoided the water like the plague due to the fear of drowning. The child had lost control and phased into his black and sand-colored coat during the pursuit.

“Just take it easy.” Seokjin said lowly. “You're fine.”

The pup snarled at him, revealing his teeth to attempt warding off the danger that he thought Seokjin to impose. With a wince, Seokjin slowly inched forward.

“Oh, by the Gods, Jin,” Taehyung spoke from behind the vampire, a hint of a scoff showcasing his obvious annoyance with the situation. “Of all the years you've handled my kind, you can't get this pup under control?”

“Shove it, mutt. It was hard enough to get him away from the people. This shit takes time.”

Taehyung smirked cockily. "Not if you're an alpha.”

The werewolf wiped the smile from his face as he made eye contact with the child. It lightly bowed its head under the mental pressure that Taehyung exhumed onto it, yet it still bared its teeth and licked them to try and fight the submission.

“Feisty one, aren't ya?” Taehyung chuckled heartily. “You purebreds sure are a pain to bend. I'll give you that.” The older wolf bent down to become eye-level with the small one and placed his hands on his knees. “But you're going to have to submit now.”

The young one whined in protest and dropped his head lower to the ground. Despite wanting to resist, the pressure would become far too painful on the child's mental. He wasn't nearly developed enough and would most likely never get the chance to be because of his separation from his mother. He had the most vital stage of his development stripped away.

After around two minutes of the pup's struggling, his tongue lolled out and he laid on the dock in relaxation. He knew who the alpha was.

“There you go.” Taehyung reached his hand out and placed it on top of the wolfs head. “That wasn't so hard, was it?”

The wolf child was no longer a child- Seokjin and Taehyung could tell that much by how the eyes did not reflect the typical vibrant blue that purebreds donned in their wolf state- yet neither man could find it in themselves to eliminate the child when it became docile.

“What should we do with him? We can't leave him here.” Seokjin looked down on the child in worry.

“Yeontan.” Taehyung said simply.

The vampire furrowed his eyebrows at the werewolf in confusion. “What?”

“I'm naming him Yeontan.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“He's not an animal, Taehyung.”

“Actually,” Taehyung turned to meet his brother's gaze at him. "He is now. There's nothing salvageable in him anymore. Nothing human to recover."

“So his name is Yeontan,” Taehyung turned back to meet the eyes of the wolf in front of him, looking down at him proudly. For some reason, he was feeling particularly fatherly today. "And he's mine."

Seokjin shook his head at the blasphemy.

“For fuck’s sake.”

Seokjin shook his head at the memory, curious of the pack Taehyung integrated Yeontan into.

The small pack was located several miles from Seokjin’s large estate. It was safer for Yeontan to stay away from any close settlement so that he didn't happen to run into the wrong people at the wrong time. Many humans didn't understand the quiet life of the wolf and Seokjin was completely sure that they would unnecessarily kill him. Instead of letting him roam freely as a lone wolf, which was incredibly dangerous, Taehyung placed Yeontan as the alpha of a group of Interior Alaskan wolves to keep him grounded.

The vampire made a beeline for the police station, keeping his hat low to conceal his face. It was necessary to conceal the fact that he hadn't aged a single day since the last time the locals saw him all those years ago.

"Ah, Lord Kim," The sheriff greeted Seokjin at the door with a nervous smile, green eyes seeming to tremble under Lord Kim's intimidation. "Glad to have your assistance on this again. These damned wolves can't seem to stay out of our business."

"The damned wolves are simply acting with the flow of nature.” Seokjin was quick to correct the human, mocking the word with the smallest amount of aggression. “It is you who cannot stay out of nature's business."

"Yes," The sheriff said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That's what I meant, sir."

Seokjin resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the human's pathetic behavior and, instead, focused on the matter at hand- Taehyung’s obvious episode that has caused some turmoil for the humans' precious money.

"So, he was last seen in Valdez?"

"Actually," The sheriff began. "I tried to reach you about that but Ms. Bolanle informed me that you had already left for town."

"What is it?" Seokjin tried not to show how annoyed he was with the man whilst he pulled out his phone.

The white-haired man looked away from the intensity of Sir Kim's eyes. He knew there to be something sinister- something unholy- about the Lord of the Bangenov estate. All he knew was that he signed legally binding paperwork that prevented him from asking questions and telling anyone else about him.

The sheriff was careful with his response. "He was spotted in Whittier this morning. At the boat harbor."

For fuck’s sake.

Seokjin closed his eyes and rose his hand to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose between his fingertips. He was all the way on the other side of the Orca and Eaglek bays.

"The security team over there got him cornered for a bit but then he kept running west. My guess is he's heading for the city. Ms. Bolanle has already begun to head that way."

Fuck.

Seokjin didn't like the idea of leaving you alone, but Anchorage would be terrible for Taehyung and Bolanle probably wouldn't make it there in time due to her human modes of transportation. Seokjin would need to travel on his own and instruct Bolanle to stay in the local area.

Anchorage would be incredibly dangerous for the wolf and he would be captured or killed within an hour- Seokjin wouldn't know how to handle losing his brother. Not only would the loss be a terrible ache in his heart, it would endanger the world as he knew it.

Sooner rather than later, the humans would discover the supernatural in Taehyung‘s biology, whether he was dead or alive, and it would open up an entire kaleidoscope of terrible possibilities for the future of werewolves. Consequentially, the entire supernatural world would be in danger. It’s the reason as to why lone wolves were so rare.

Seokjin needed to find Taehyung and he needed to find him fast.

“I’ll find him. Keep your deputies on high alert. Contact me or Bolanle if you see him."

Seokjin looked at his phone and shot a quick text to Bolanle in response to her text message that informed him of the situation.

I’m going to the city. Stay in the local area and be my POC for the sheriff.

Bolanle’s response was almost immediate.

Understood. Good luck, my Lord.

Seokjin needed to move quickly. There was no time to waste. He needed to swim- now.

“Sheriff, I’m going to be leaving my coat with you. If anything happens to it, know that it will set you back about five-thousand dollars.” Seokjin was shedding his coat and placing it on the coat rack in the man’s office before he could protest or exhibit his shock from the price.

“W-why?” He stuttered.

“It’s Valentino. I don’t want to get it dirty.”

The sheriff only stiffened and nodded in response.

Seokjin was out the door and diving into the bay before the sheriff could fully turn to look at the expensive article of clothing in his office.

What had he gotten himself into?

The pain in your body was returning.

It was ever present as you struggled to suppress the heat seeping into your skin with cool towels and cold drinks. Unsurprisingly, you'd broken into a sweat like you had right before Seokjin relieved you of it.

With Dr. Bergenov as crabby as ever, secluding himself to whatever he did in his free time, and Bolanle absent due to her contribution in trying to find Sir Kim, you were left by your lonesome in the giant manor of the Bangenov estate. Your need for exploration into the many vacant rooms only got you so far before you confined yourself to your room, the kitchen, and the library for your fear of encroaching on the lord's privacy.

The hours of waiting for Seokjin- along with Bolanle- were filled with emptiness and unease. The wake of their absence left a giant hole where the life of the manor used to be. Although you had only been around for a few weeks, the two people- okay, maybe Dr. Bergenov too- became the largest parts of your only real social life. It was difficult to ignore that, while they were gone, your loneliness came back at full force.

As the days went by, you found yourself in the library more and more. The collection of books that Seokjin studied held your curiosity as you struggled to understand them by typing the words into Google translate.

Your classes were easy enough- with all of them online, you could keep up with the due dates of your assignments on your own time. Without any actual meeting times, you were able to complete your work anywhere in the house that you pleased.

Spring began four days after Seokjin's departure and you were beginning to feel the effects of his blood in your body wearing off. You hadn't realized it before; his blood had you not only immune to pain, but hearing and seeing much better. Having to use your reading glasses after those few days to do your homework reminded you that, yes, you actually had to wear glasses sometimes.

Day five of waiting for Seokjin, something strange began happening.

A phantom touch began skating along your skin at the most random of times. A whisper and exhale dancing along your lips when you trailed your finger along the pages of one of Seokjin's books. A featherlight caress on your cheek when you chewed on your toast for breakfast in the evening. A soft kiss on your neck and a knee between your thighs as you rinsed your face off in the shower.

Someone had been with you like this.

You remembered it.

Your body was insistent on believing that it was Sir Kim. Had you felt his touch before? The touch was so familiar that you swore the energy was one you'd experienced, yet you knew that it wasn't Seokjin nor any other man you'd been with. How did you know this touch? The more you thought about it, the more you asked yourself;

Where is Sir Kim?

Before you knew it, the days without Seokjin turned into another week without him. It was beginning to weigh in on the factors of loneliness so that you felt so crazy that you believed Sir Kim connected with you somehow.

You knew no words were spoken, a frustrating sensation of communication that left you questioning more than before, and you began suffering the lack of answers as more time passed. Were these actual memories haunting you? Or was it something... supernatural?

You perused through the library during the time you spent focusing on the touch of the other. Your assignments didn't take you very long, so it allowed you the time to read, process, and understand the details of Seokjin's anthologies within his massive collection of material. Vampires, werewolves, oracles, sirens; where did it end? What was real? What was a myth that man created to describe the illogical things they had seen- likely products of the existing supernatural- so that they could attempt to identify the otherworldly?

"A Lycan is most vulnerable during a full moon due to instinct, when the tide is at its highest. High waters are the most dangerous factor to a wolf due to the fact that swimming with the heavy coat is practically impossible."

You tilted your head at the words, dumbfounded by the surprisingly logical perspective, and continued typing more of the Latin into the translator.

"Although the moon goddess of their lore, Selene, is said to be at her strongest during a full moon- this is the alluded reasoning to their weakness- there is no solid evidence proving nor disproving the accuracy of their religion. It is also rumored that-"

Selene.

The name glowed at you the further you got from it. The harder you tried to move on and read more into the transfixing information on your laptop, the more you lost focus and became distracted by the name.

As you did with the names of Lord Kim and Sir Kim, you gave into the urge to whisper the name aloud.

“Selene.”

Your vision went white.

A beast came skidding to a stop far in the woods and froze with its paws planted deep into the soil. In the pale light of the full moon and the crisp air of the early spring night, it became invigorated by the phantom touch of its goddess. Any prior thoughts of hunger were forgotten.

It was a touch that urged him back to the estate of the man's vampire companion. The man within the beast perked back into mild consciousness at the new interest, already having been resigned to giving the beast full control in its rut. The man could do nothing except let the beast change course back to his home with the hope that his vampiric brother would come to reel his control back in.

Faster than it had ever sprinted before, a speed that left plants and weeds uprooted in his wake, the beast of Kim Taehyung moved its legs with an urgency that felt similar to the need to survive.

The man understood this situation as life or death; he could feel the desperation to live as his own instinct, yet he did not know what prompted the beast to feel these things. The beast had never truly felt threatened like this. In the many years it spent on the earth, running into many dangerous creatures of his world, it never felt as if it would die like it did now. Something was strange about the sensation though.

The man could not delve too far into the beast's emotions for it was a simple creature and its emotions were simple to understand, however, the man was confused to find that fear, an emotion usually associated with the possibility of dying, was nowhere to be found.

The beast did not have to be human to feel fear- all animals felt a sense of fear when confronted with the potential of death- but the beast maintained a sense of knowing and urgency that utterly terrified him.

It ran for what seemed like an eternity. Kim Taehyung was surprised to find that he was still incredibly aroused yet not doing anything to relieve the pressure. What could be so important that not even his rut got in the way of it? He wasn't thinking clearly, so far back in the mind of the beast that any reasoning could only go so far before the beast pushed him back into simplicity.

Whatever drove the beast was instinctual. Carnal. Feral.

Taehyung just had to sit back for the ride and hope to be brought back to his humanity sooner rather than later.

"I'm here to see Mr. De Nas, ma’am.”

Seokjin leaned an arm against the counter and pulled his top hat further down his forehead with the other. The nurse was young, he could tell, yet her eyes had aged many years since the beginning of the war. He spoke to her softly and respectfully, hoping that she would feel a little more at ease in his presence with his chivalry.

She looked up at him stressfully, her brown eyes dull and lifeless due to the horrors she had seen in her few months working in the infirmary. "Are you his kin?”

Seokjin wasn't exactly lying to her when he said, “Yes.”

Quizzically, she looked up at him.

"I'm his second cousin-" Seokjin mended his previous answer. "- from America."

"What's his date of birth?" She asked as an obligation of protocol.

"October third, ma’am.”

She raised a thin eyebrow. “Year?”

Seokjin had to resist the urge to roll his eyes in front of a lady. He was a gentleman after all. “1888.”

“Very well.” The corner of her lips barely nudged upward as she attempted to smile. It looked more like a grimace. "I'll have someone bring you to him."

“No need, ma’am. I’ve been here before.” He smiled and put a hand up whilst leaning back to leave.

That was a lie.

Because he’d never been in that infirmary before. In fact, he’d never actually been to Belgium.

Seokjin still smiled and walked away from the counter because he didn’t need to have been in the hospital to find the person he was looking for. He had his nose and his ears for that.

The scent of Wim De Nas was strong amongst the dozens of others within the hall. Dried blood permeated the corridors and made Seokjin’s face more difficult to control, yet the blood wasn’t alluring enough to make him lose his composure. Instead, he focused on the familiar scent of his assistant’s cancer-laced blood.

The vampire strode down the hall quickly, knowing that the human’s time on earth was dwindling. He needed to see him before he passed.

Luckily enough, Seokjin’s connections were developed enough that he was able to get Wim his own room away from the busy group rooms like the other soldiers of his country. War had struck yet again and, at the conclusion of it, it seemed that Wim’s god did not will him to survive. His cancer had attacked his liver mere weeks after the conclusion of the second world war and a month before his fifty-seventh birthday.

Seokjin found his room before long. It came as no surprise that Wim was hooked up to a drip to maintain his hydration.

“You’ve definitely seen better days.” Seokjin took off his hat and pressed it to his chest as he regarded Wim’s state whilst speaking the Flemish of Wim’s people. The man’s skin stretched tightly over his cheekbones, a sign of malnutrition and sickness, and it contrasted starkly to the boy he saw graduate all those years ago. Seokjin couldn’t help the sad look that he made on his face to act out the normal human response.

Wim chuckled weakly, turning his head to look at the ancient one, and offered a soft smile.

“And yet, it seems that you’ve seen the same days since the last time I saw you.”

Seokjin quickly moved to pull up a chair at the bedside so that he could level with the dying human.

“It is all the same; the same as always.” The vampire still clutched his hat to his chest as if to shield his unbeating heart from the damage that this scene would cause it if it were human.

Wim turned his head back to the ceiling and closed his eyes from the exhaustion that riddled him. His lips were dry and his words were breathless. “That’s good. Very good.”

Seokjin let the statement sit in the silence for a moment, merely hoping that it would miraculously change his assistant’s mind. “I assume that you know why I’ve come here now.”

“I do,” Wim sighed. “and I’ll have you know that my position on the topic has gone unchanged even on my deathbed.”

The vampire let his head drop just slightly in disappointment before he spoke again. “I see. Would you please explain to me once more as to why you do not wish to accept my lifeblood?”

“I’m a man of science, Lord Kim; I’m a man of medicine. I took an oath when I became a doctor that promised the care and healing of all people. I cannot delay my inevitable end when the price of doing so endangers those I love.” Wim turned his head to look at his lord and held the stern reality of life as a beacon within his hazel eyes.

“I am immortal, Wim.” The vampire resisted the urge to puff his chest out. “There is no end for individuals like me.”

“Everything must come to an end. Everything. Although your end may not seem conceivable right now, God has ensured that all things capable of life are capable of death.”

For a moment, Seokjin weighed the words in his mind, tossing them back and forth between the logic of his condition and the potential of the existence of a higher power.

“How long do you have?” Seokjin decided to leave Wim’s statement where it was and move on.

“A month.”

There was a slight pain in Seokjin’s chest yet it was gone as soon as it appeared. He wished he could have come to visit Wim way before the war concluded, yet it was a risk for him to cross the sea at a time when it was constantly regulated by the world’s superpowers. He couldn’t take the route through the Canadian peninsula into eastern Russia either because it was heavily guarded by those who sought to protect it from American claim.

“It will be a shame to see you go, Wim. Your service was greatly appreciated. You became an outstanding young man.”

“It is because of you that I have built this life for myself. I received an education and clothes on my back because of your faith in me." Wim's bottom lip trembled. "The least I could do was assist you in your extraordinary life- even if my time serving you was minuscule.” Somehow, Wim was well enough to produce a few tears in his eyes. “It’s been quite the journey with you, father.”

Seokjin clutched his hat just a tiny bit more in his grasp. He had brought this boy up since he found him on the streets, barely over three years old at the time. Now, he was outliving him. “I say the same to you. Helping you grow into who you were meant to be has been my greatest achievement of my entire existence, my son.”

The two men sat weeping- one shedding a few tears and clutching onto the fingers of his father while the other wished that he could find some way to exhibit the true emotion that struggled to manifest within him- until the one marked for death fell into a dreamless sleep.

"I require your services no longer, Wim." Seokjin's smile was bittersweet as he placed a hand onto his forehead, brushing some of the whitening hair out of the way while he spoke softly. "Enjoy the rest of your human life, my boy."

The vampire ensured that he had delightful dreams of open fields and sunny skies before he stood to leave. With hesitation, he let his fingers slip from the dying man’s grasp.

As Seokjin left his only son behind, he narrowly avoided the quick path of a human surgeon who was struggling to take a set of bloody gloves off of his fingers. In his distracted state, he lost the handle on his thirst. He felt the blood rush to his scleras and fill the veins around his eyes for just a fraction of a second before it was returning to his body.

"Pardon me, sir." The vampire eyed the man carefully as he listened intently to the pulse of his heart so that he could gauge if the man saw his face. His heart rate was already accelerated from his quick walk and obvious stress, but he didn't notice any further jump of surprise or shock. It was relieving because he didn't have to do anything to conceal his identity.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I should have been watching where I was going."

Seokjin smiled. "That's quite alright, sir. I could say the same about myself."

The man nodded once and turned to walk away, obviously in a hurry. "Good day."

The vampire nodded in return and began walking in the opposite direction.

The surgeon didn't let himself exhale a stuttered breath until he closed the door to his office behind him.

What was that?

Fear coursed through him as he remembered the sight of the demon. His hands trembled as he placed them on his desk to try calming his rapidly beating heart.

Despite the crippling fear, the man decided that he would find out just what the demon actually was. He needed to know so that he protect Mikhail from it.

“Dr. Bergenov?” A nurse came barging into his office. “The next patient is ready.”

The man quickly followed her out of the door.

Lord Kim Seokjin doubled back in confusion. Right on the outskirts of Anchorage, the scent of the Lycan stopped. A large indent of disturbed dirt conveyed that Taehyung had changed his mind less than two hours before the vampire got there.

Incredibly puzzled, Seokjin pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant's number.

"Did you find him, my lord?” Bolanle’s voice was laced with as much concern as Seokjin was feeling.

“No. I was going to ask if the sheriff had any leads.”

Seokjin heard the woman sigh over the phone.

“None yet. He’s as stumped as we are. There haven’t been any sightings.”

The vampire cursed lowly and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers- a habit he picked up to feel more human. “Damn it. His path has changed drastically. He’s gone back towards home I think.”

“Has he? I’ll be sure to inform the locals to keep an eye out then.”

“Very well.” Seokjin said. “I’ll check in later.”

“Understood, my lord.”

Seokjin hung up again and began tracking the mutt once more. If the wolf was going where he thought he was going, he needed to be even faster than a Lycan. The thought intimidated him.

Within the first twenty minutes of tracking, Seokjin noticed that Taehyung’s scent split to the northwest, in the direction of Ni’iinlii Njik. It seemed that the wolf still didn’t want to be near your nor the estate after all.

Although he sprinted for another hour to track the scent, he came to a sudden stop so that he could answer his ringing phone. He couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t have a spark of hope in his chest as the sun set on the horizon

“Bolanle?” He said her name expectantly.

“My lord,” She began. Seokjin could hear the conflict in her tone with the two, simple words. “I don’t want to concern you but-“

“What happened?” The vampire had to hold his hiss back as he cut her off.

“Y/N has gone missing.”

You woke in the cold.

You still had your lounge gown on but you had no shoes on your feet. Your mind was flayed into confusion the more you took in your surroundings.

The moon was full as it gazed down on you and lit the ground.

Leaves crunched under your body as you carefully moved to your feet. No matter how much you thought about it, you couldn’t remember how you got out of the mansion.

Where is Sir Kim?

You doubled over at the thought and winced as the ache between your legs returned at full force. It had gone forgotten in your wakeful daze but it seemed to multiply tenfold as it reminded you of its presence.

The urge to find him was instantaneous and you carried yourself further into the wilderness despite knowing in the back of your mind that it was unreasonable to continue. Why were you so driven to find him? There was a disconnect between your thoughts and your actions before but, as your mind continued its pondering over the mysterious man, your feet carried you faster and you became more goal-oriented.

“Sir Kim?” You were heaving as you called his name in the chill of the forest air. Your breath came out as puffs of steam while your voice echoed into the emptiness around you.

Your legs carried you deeper into the trees and further from where you knew the open field of the estate to be. In your head, your venturing out was right because you would find him- you would be the one to find Sir Kim Taehyung because you could feel that he wasn’t far.

The further you got, bare feet aching from the cold and cuts already beginning to scatter themselves across the bottoms, the more determined you became. Your search for Sir Kim went unhindered because you knew, deep- deep- down, that you would be the one to find him. You were meant to. He was the one you needed to be with and you felt his pull on your body getting stronger and stronger the more you enveloped yourself into the wilderness of Cordova.

You felt like you were in a determined daze because of how horny your thoughts made you since your awakening. Sir Kim had become the object of your daydreams and dirtiest fantasies in the wake of Seokjin’s absence like the presence of one brother made you also crave the other. The intrusive question you kept asking yourself- Where is Sir Kim?- drove you to the brink of insanity as you cupped a hand over your stomach and ran. You needed him.

Where is Sir Kim?

The thought made you stop and crouch over again so that you could process the increasing levels of your desire while your body pulsed and ached for the man. It only became harder to move as your pussy and stomach squeezed so painfully tight that it was difficult to move your legs apart.

A twig snapped, sharp and deafening in the silence it cut through, and you jerked your head in the direction it came from quickly. The pulse between your legs made your movements faster and hurried in your frustration.

Something within you told you to stay put- don’t run- and it kept you rooted to your spot while you shifted uncomfortably on one knee.

The inner voice that drove you whispered intentions to you, telling you that it was Taehyung without any words. Too much confusion threw your mind off and prevented you from being able to focus on anything for too long. Whatever came over you was ensuring that any common sense you hoped to retain went flying out the window.

Because he was near you; you felt the burning heat of his presence all the way down to your bones. How could you focus when you were moments away from finally reuniting with him?

It felt like countless lifetimes passed since the last time you looked into his golden eyes. You’d seen him mere weeks before, beautiful and warm and utterly forbidden as he stood in the doorway of Seokjin’s manor. It felt as if you’d built an entire foundation upon the man you’d only known the name of.

Why?

A low growl emanated from somewhere in the darkness and you found the remnants of Seokjin's blood blessing still improving your ability to see into the darkness better than you normally could. It allowed you to see the outline of the black, wolf-like creature with its golden eyes- along with its blown-out pupils- watching you.

The eyes of Apollo.

The intensity of his stare was divine and sacred as it tore through your soul, picking apart each piece to rearrange them into true completion once more. Your body pulsated and your blood roared with adrenaline in your veins while your heart galloped away in your chest. Something else roared in your mind and drove your body to its knees as you regarded Sir Kim in his true form.

There was a deep-sat knowledge within you, a calling that pushed your body to adhere to its instincts, and a fresh rush of wetness burst from your cunt to run down the expanse of your bare thighs while your mind submitted to Sir Kim Taehyung in the most unnatural of ways.

"Alpha." You breathed, the word feeling wholly alien yet nostalgic on your tongue.

Why did you call him that?

It seemed to incite the energy in the wolf to spring forward and phase mid-air into the man you were searching for.

Bare, caramel skin and dark hair flew towards you and you smiled all the same at the revelation of what Sir Kim was. With excitement forcing the moan from between your lips, you opened your arms and welcomed his naked, attacking form into your embrace.

He pulled back his lips while he let out a snarl so loud that it overwhelmed your ear drums when he pushed you to your back on the forest floor, yet you still smiled into his bared teeth at the feeling of his burning hot skin covering yours. You weren’t scared of him because you had no reason to be.

“Taehyung,” You finally whispered his true name to let him know that you meant no harm while you took in his scent of charred wood and ash. With you saying his name right in front of him, you could see from his shiver that the sound of his name affected him just as much as it affected you- if not more. “I’m here.”

“Pup.” He let his nose press into your cheek while he moaned lowly into your jaw. The sound shot straight to your toes and you curled them into the dirt below. Your fingers held onto his bare ribs as he dug his nails into the ground by your head and leaned down to press his nose into your skin.

“Oh, pup.” He repeated huskily, breath fanning against your neck. “My Luna.”

“Oh.” You breathed, both in understanding and pleasure, as he pressed his open mouth against the side of your neck with his tongue out.

He took one swipe, then two, and then maneuvered your body into his lap and your gown rode up your legs as they spread to welcome him between them.

Your blood pumped away in your flesh, something you had no doubt that he could hear, and you tried to breathe slowly to calm yourself. The effort only made him return his mouth to yours.

Instead of going for a kiss like you thought, he opened his mouth and inhaled your exhales. Perfectly in sync with your breathing pattern, he took every breath you gave him as you tried to relax. Every inhale you took, he let his own exhale wash over your palate.

“Good.” Taehyung mumbled. His eyelids fluttered. “So good.”

You stared down at his lidded golden eyes- it was hard see the yellowish color past the drastic dilation of his pupils- as you let him graze his lips on yours and slot his body carefully onto your stomach so that you could feel his pulsing cock resting against your hip. Taehyung seemed to hungrily gulp down every breath you took and crowded himself closer against you. You were thankful for the manmade furnace in the freezing weather.

For a moment, it was just the two of you breathing together and actualizing each other into reality again. It was peace and it was passion altogether in the moment that you knew to be the quiet before the storm. You knew that Taehyung believed you hadn’t wanted him and it was in this moment that he was figuring out you’d wanted him all along.

His tongue was gentle as he prodded it between your lips, licking onto your teeth as you’d seen wolves do on nature documentaries. Despite your desire to match his efforts, you knew that he still needed a few moments to fully return to a humanly conscious state of mind so that you could give him absolute control over the progression of the situation. What compelled you to give him this control?

Taehyung dipped the tip of his tongue onto the top of yours, gently testing the heat of your mouth and caressing your own hot muscle. With every curl of his tongue, your thighs squeezed against his waist harder and harder.

One particular flick had your pelvic floor painfully convulsing and sending out another dribble of your wetness. In turn, Taehyung responded to your biological reaction with a throaty growl and manhandling of your frame into his arms

“Rut.” He said into your mouth.

You pulled away from him with furrowed eyebrows to communicate your confusion. “What?”

He seemed to struggle for a moment, pulling away just enough so that he could speak yet keep your noses touching at their tips. His eyebrows were drawn downward in an obvious attempt to collect his thoughts.

“‘m in rut.”

You could tell that he struggled with speaking although you didn’t know why.

Did it have something to do with his animal state? What is a rut?

“Rut?” You voiced your question.

He hummed in affirmation. “Like heat.”

You thought for a moment on his nature- what being a wolf actually entailed. Of all of Seokjin’s books you read about werewolves- Lycans- you hadn’t run into anything about ruts. You figured you would’ve seen something about it had you continued reading.

You were left trying to figure it out on your own while he let the tip of his dick drag against your skin.

Wolves were related to dogs. You knew that. Surely they had to be similar, right?

The moment you made the connection between wolves and dogs, you made the connection between ruts and heats.

Kim Taehyung was a bitch in heat.

You winced at the sentiment, knowing the saying was particularly blunt in nature, yet it was your first thought as you figured out just was Taehyung was trying to tell you. Your body soared with lust at the thought.

“Y/N.”

His voice was low and cautious as he slowly let your back drop to the cold ground. It was an omen of the danger that would ensue in the following moments as your nipples peaked with the frigid contact.

You hummed in response to your name when he squeezed his arm behind your back to bring himself closer and kneaded his fingers into the flesh of your shoulder and waist.

“Mate.”

Your hold on his body tightened at the word. “You want to mate?”

He moaned, nodding in a way that made his nose brush against yours, and it is then that you felt his body begin a slow roll into you. Without any panties in the way, his thigh was muscled and rough as it pressed straight onto your pussy lips. The strangled sound emitted from your throat only made him press into you even more.

Sir Kim pulled away suddenly, eyes shining as he shifted them down your trembling body, and reached his hands out to grasp onto your gown. You felt the bite of the early-spring night’s air on your bare skin when he tore it down the middle to reveal you to him as if he was excitedly unwrapping a present. Your clothing tore like it was the most simple thing under his strength.

You were left speechless as he leaned away from you to survey the expanse of your naked body below him. You had no inclination to be insecure under his eyes and you presented yourself willingly to him by widening your legs even further for him to see.

Almost eagerly, he dove down.

Your fingers sunk into his hair just as you had envisioned the first time you saw him and it honestly felt like you had made a premonition back then.

Because he was snarling as he began lapping the fruitful juices of your connection with a tongue that was much wider and less muscly than a human’s- a werewolf’s tongue.

His fingers dug into your flesh possessively as he hunched over your keening body to better his access at your cunt while his nose scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed over his closed eyes. He treated your pussy as a long-awaited reward.

It wasn’t even a moment later that he was lifting your hips from the ground to mercilessly encase you in his arms to prevent your escape.

Your shoulders stayed on the ground whilst his arms wrapped around your waist to secure your ass to his chest. Like an axe splitting down the middle of a log, Taehyung’s head struck down between your thighs and ferociously attacked your folds. Your loud keen of satisfaction echoed off of the trees around you.

Suspended in the air, your legs flailed as his fat tongue laved over the opening to your cunt repeatedly, fast, rough, and slick with saliva, to snatch up all of the juices you had to offer him. His biceps flexed against your hips and his forearms morphed into iron belts across your belly as your body writhed against him in a wanton display of mild resistance to his obsession.

But you knew that Taehyung wasn’t having it. He would never let you go.

The werewolf’s dick pulsed against your spine, stickiness at his tip clinging to your skin and making you wish that you could taste it. The craving to have him between your lips was only momentary though, because then you felt your juices mixed with his spit beginning to drip over your pubic mound and down to where his arms tied against your stomach. You hadn’t realized that there was so much.

A coil quickly appeared in your pussy, sharp and hot, and it became tighter and warmer with each flick of his tongue over your clit. The slick slide of his tongue into your flesh produced the sound of your body making way for it, which elicited your shudder as the coil got closer to the brink of snapping.

“Taehyung,” Your teeth chattered as you called his name, letting him know just how good he was making you feel. He responded with a gruff moan that rumbled deep in his chest and then tightened his arms around you until you could barely breathe.

Your orgasm was instantaneous with the vibration of his throat against your body. You tied your legs around his head with a trembling breath and allowed yourself to lose care for if he could breathe or not- just for a moment. It was too much to not curl in and grip onto his hair for dear life as your pussy squeezed around his quick tongue.

You moaned to the moon, relishing in the feel of his hands holding you tightly while he groaned into the new flush of your juices on his mouth. Your legs pressing tightly against the sides of his head did not seem to hinder him in the slightest. Instead, he eagerly sucked in and gulped what you gave until your were licked clean once more.

“Tae,” You breathed, hoping to draw him away from your increasingly sensitive clit, however, it didn’t seem to phase him at all. His grip around your body and his fierceness against your sensitivity did not change at the sound of his name.

For the next few minutes, you laid in his grasp, partially suspended in the air with twitching legs as he got his fill through your orgasms. Each pass of the werewolf's tongue got more mind-boggling than the last until you knew for absolute fact that your pussy was becoming raw- it was becoming so raw that tears began building up in your eyes.

A particularly harsh orgasm born from your painpleasure is what drove you to begin pulling him by the hair away from your body and pushing against his forehead. You could hardly take another second of the onslaught. He didn't budge at all against your inferior strength.

"Sir Kim," Your teeth chattered as you tried to stop gritting your teeth. "I don't know if I can-"

The man cut you off with an animalistic growl, possessively digging his fingers into your waist to keep you firmly planted against his chest, and you swallowed thickly as you felt your blood rushing to your head even harder because of how your circulation was becoming pressurized by his grip on you. You scrambled against him, whimpering as you grabbed onto his arms to try and peel them from around you while your legs struggled to find a way to separate him from your sensitivity.

Your lips were dry as you gasped. “Taehyung, please. I-” You hiccuped and cut yourself off again as he leaned down to press his mouth even tighter into you. It resulted in your shoulders getting shoved into the dirt even harder and your back bowing even more drastically than before. “Oh.”

Your clit was weeping against the rough texture of Sir Kim’s tongue. It cried out to you and begged you to pull away from his feverish licking, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop because it felt so sinfully good. All you were missing was Seokjin’s impossible depth.

Where is Seokjin?

The thought broke you out of your stupor for a moment and, almost as if he heard your thought, Taehyung pulled away to growl angrily.

“No. My pup.”

With little care, the werewolf unwrapped his arms from your waist and let you drop to the ground. Fully ready to leave in order to save your body from the painfully blissful sensitivity, you began scrambling away. The leaves underneath your arms scratched uncomfortably against your skin as you turned around to get up and start running.

“No,” He repeated, accompanying the sound with a large hand wrapped around your ankle. It was too easy for him to pull you back to him and into the fires of his bond. “Mate.”

His body fell on top of yours and trapped you into the ground while his heart beat wildly against your back. Again, the heat of his skin was welcome to fight off the cold, but you didn’t know if you were prepared to take any more of his obvious need that sat upon your ass.

You whimpered then and the sound was not the same as your usual sex-driven sound. There was something unnatural about it. Odd. It almost sounded… animal.

“Mate.” The Lycan grunted again. It was a question. He was asking to continue.

For a moment, you considered the weight of his proposal again.

Taehyung was a blazing inferno of passion and fuck energy. His libido was impossible to gauge, however, you knew that he would fuck the living daylights out of you- you just didn’t know how long he would fuck you for. Could you handle it?

A soft brush of his lips over your shoulder seemed to take away any doubts you had as it stroke shivers up the length of your spine. You were breathing your confirmation before you could second-guess yourself.

“Mate.”

Taehyung was engorged and long as he rutted into one of your asscheeks. Each time his hips surged forward to gain the traction of your skin on his dick, he exhaled sharply into your ear. Your cheek was pressed into the ground and his forehead pressed into your temple to keep you from moving. Another rear back of his hips and a hand lifting you up by the belly and suddenly, his dick was pressed up against your folds without ceasing his back and forth motions.

Your body drooled for him, easily lathering his manhood with a few of his strokes, and you gasped as his soft skin massaged over your weeping clit. The will to mate with him was there, yet the fear of the pain also began seeping into your conscious the more you thought about how large he was.

Would you fit all of him?

Your ass was crushed each time his hips surged into your body and you had the fleeting thought that maybe he was so feverish that he couldn’t process placing himself where he intended to spear into you, however, it was merely fleeting.

Because he lined himself up and begin to split you open without any further pomp nor circumstance. Your unnatural amount of natural lube was welcome then.

You held your breath as his dick divided your walls like an iniquitously hot poker. A shot of pain had you groaning in discomfort and hoping that, when he bottomed out, the pain would subside.

Your thighs quivered and your nails raked into the ground below you, crunching leaves into your grasp as the tip of him continued to sink deep- deeper- than you thought you could go. Never before had you felt such a depth become reached by someone’s dick- Seokjin’s tongue didn’t count.

When his hips met your ass again, you were all but lightheaded as he slumped further into you, completely trapping you against the ground. You felt his chest expand and contract against your back as he somehow gathered his thoughts enough to give you the time you needed to adjust to him.

Your breaths came harshly, small whimpers elicited from your lips with each movement he made. Almost as if he sensed your need for comfort, he leaned down to shush you gently.

“Mate here.” Taehyung whispered. He lightly pressed his lips to your shoulder. “Ma- I’m… here.”

You exhaled in relaxation almost automatically, a small instinct inside you finding the ability from the support of Taehyung. It was natural.

His cock jumped within you, pulsing as his exhales came out gruffly, and you twitched with the tiny nudges he gave you. Finally, your body was beginning to relax.

Taehyung rutted into you then, impossibly deep and pressing into your womb with a small push that knocked the air out of you so fast that you wheezed sharply. You were afraid to see how far your pussy lips were spread for him.

The man withdrew and when he returned his hips to your ass with a slight jerk at the end, you felt his body trembling fervently against you. Whatever mercy he had given you before was dwindling quickly.

Just get the worst part over with.

You clenched your teeth with the thought in mind, preparing to rock your hips back to take him in again, when he slipped himself back into you with a hand holding your waist steady. Again, you couldn’t hope to go anywhere.

“Alpha,” The title slipped past your lips again, whole and true and utterly winsome, without you giving it any prior thought.

He is your Alpha, you told yourself. The sensation only made you give in to his movements even more.

The wolf’s groan in satisfaction of his recognition must have driven him even further from reasoning because he drew back and surged forward again.

“My pup. Mine.”

Without your hesitation in the way and the pain of his cock diminishing from your walls, you began slipping back into the daze of your first mating with him.

Because you were an animal then, bare and wild and utterly devoted to your life mate that speared into you while he protected you from the freezing conditions of the mountain. It was undeniable that you were becoming reduced to something vicious and savage each time Taehyung pulled out to return faster than the last time.

The next time he drove forward, his cock head punched into your belly like a hammer, and he thrust so hard that you lost the air in your lungs once more. Still, you felt the need building into your mind like you were going into heat and his gradual increase of speed would kill you.

You needed him to obliterate you. Completely.

“Alpha, I need you.” You whimpered as you felt a rush of your juices escape from around his girth and spill down your legs. “Please.”

Instead of responding with words, Taehyung acknowledged your need with a new rhythm that rocked your body harshly into the ground. As breathless as you were, you still managed to release a broken cry to the woods as you stretched your arms above your head and let your chest get pressed into the ground.

Taehyung’s tip battered against your walls like it meant to permanently plant itself there if it could just manage to ensure its root in your womb. His hands ensured that you could not hinder him from achieving that.

His cock was thick, almost muscular, as it dragged in and out of your sensitivity. Out of pure, sexually aroused curiosity, you lowered your hand to your abdomen to press your palm into your skin.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

There was no way you imagined it. The werewolf's cock was so large that you didn't think it would surprise you to feel it literally bulging out of your skin, yet your eyes still rolled back in sexual mania when you felt it nudging against your palm through your belly. How was your body even handling it? He was literally rearranging your guts.

Taehyung emitted growl after growl with each of his thrusts, showcasing just how much effort he was putting into sending you to oblivion.

Your back ached from the force of his hips striking into your ass, and he seemed to notice this, so he reached a hand below your belly to slightly raise your lower half from the ground.

Sweat dripped down your forehead and neck due to your effort of accommodating your alpha’s thick cock, but he didn’t let any of it drop to the ground.

All too soon, the Lycan pulled out and flipped you over onto your back so that he could easily access your face with his searching mouth.

Even as he pressed his parted lips to your temple with a small flick of his tongue, his hips still sat themselves right back between your legs, and you felt your slick pussy throbbing desperately for his return to it.

He struggled to voice words and they were so unintelligible that you could mistake them for another growl if you didn’t know any better. The wolf had taken back over his mind and driven him back into the cradles of the wild.

With his hand feverishly guiding himself back into your body, you were free to survey him as he pushed himself to penetrate you again.

His skin glistened in the moonlight, steaming with heat in the cold weather, and his hands were just as hot as his body looked when he used them to grab ahold of your waist and cup your thigh.

Taehyung sat on his heels as he began a slower rhythm, the uncontrollable passion of first mating becoming bearable so that the two of you could enjoy it for the time being. Your mind flashed red and orange as you finally let the fires of his passion consume you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him into you as he kept his beat, and it is when you did so that he pulled away to look you in the eyes for the first time since he began fucking you.

His upper lip pulled back into a snarl every time he thrusted forward and his teeth were much sharper than you remembered when he smiled at you the first time you met him. His eyebrows remained furrowed as he struggled to decide where he wanted to look; his eyes almost vibrated as he looked between your cunt spreading apart to slurp him in, your breasts bouncing with each collision of his body into yours, or your teary eyes as you tried with all of your might to keep them open so as to not miss a single moment.

Glowing in the moonlight, Sir Kim Taehyung was a sight to behold as he fucked your brains out.

Your clit began pulsing torturously all at once. The curve of his dick dragged inside of you just right and his eyes all over you gave you a sense of pride that drove your confidence up into the sky. Of course, a wolf’s tendency to be proud and protective of its mate was becoming known through his gaze.

His golden eyes communicated so many emotions that you were blind to at first, but now that you were really looking at him, you could see everything he wanted to say floating within the dark abyss of his pupils and the scarce amount of his irises still visible.

Everything Taehyung felt was put in front of you as an offering as he leaned down to lick at your bottom lip.

He felt so lucky to have you.

He wanted you so badly.

He loved you.

His eyes told you everything, although you felt that there was something else at play with how specific each emotion became when you read them.

Because that was all you had to do to understand his intent- read him.

The way his left eyebrow twitched. The way he panted with you. The way his fingers trembled as they held your flesh tightly. Every little movement he made seemed to become a language you only needed to read to understand. How you were able to learn his language so quickly?

You let your lips part for another moan as he resumed his furious beat from earlier and your pussy seized his cock as if it was meant to always stay inside you. He held you tighter against his body, cupping your ass in his fingers and palms almost as if to say ‘I got you, pup.’

Your orgasm built quickly with the new revelation.

One moment, you were bathing in his attention and love, and the next, you were locking your ankles behind his back to brace yourself for the oncoming wash of forbidden bliss.

A rumble vibrated in your chest. It was low and it was wholly yours yet unknown. It was the beginning of the climax you sought and it was the absolute end of what you knew to be your normal state of being. Something within you changed in that moment and you began to exist solely for his love and pleasure.

The rumble was an inhuman growl that seemed to match Taehyung’s when he pressed himself into your cunt with such ferocity that you felt the thickness of what you knew to be the bulb at the base of his dick- his knot. It was the last bit of him you needed to tip over the edge.

“Mate.” He breathed roughly, pushing his knot into your folds more adamantly. “Mate.”

Please, let me knot you.

It wasn’t hard to read the words from his spoken words and movement. Your fear of taking his knot returned and his forehead pressed lovingly onto the top of yours.

Taehyung cupped the underside of your breast. Let me mate you.

He moved his hand down to press into your belly. Let me breed you.

He lowered his panting lips to skim over yours and breathe you in. Let me love you.

You had no more reason to fear him. With his intentions clear, you knew that he would take care of you. He would protect you from anything and everything you feared. In your tiny world of Cordova, Alaska, all that mattered was that he loved you and you were his mate.

With shaky legs, you widened them as your invitation.

The moment his knot successfully bulled into your pussy, you finally let your growl part your cracked lips. You were no longer a human in these moments; you were a Lycan.

At the shift of your humanly paradigm, Taehyung, along with everything around you, became clearer than ever before. The breeze of the mountain separating through the trees and scratching against the bark, the scent of mineral in the earth as it crystallized within the night frost, the light of the moon becoming unnecessary as the vision of your dark night became a midnight day; all of your senses increased to supernatural proportion as Taehyung’s inferno consumed you whole with his invading and swelling knot.

In an explosion that was your first orgasm with the werewolf, you screamed to the sky in a manner similar to that of a divine howl.

Taehyung threw his head back and moaned with you as your walls tightly closed up around his knot, locking him into place further than before. He wrapped his arms around your waist, bit into the flesh of your neck, and ceased his movement with a stutter of his hips to firmly mold his body into yours at every point of touchable skin.

In a scalding torrent of sinful heat, Taehyung’s cum unleashed into you like a hose on full blast, forcefully filling you out until you physically felt it forcing its way through your cervix and into your womb. It was hot and it was plentiful as a look of delirium spread across your face and the two of you rode out your highs.

Each pulse of his dick sent more cum spewing into you and his blockade of a knot kept all of the precious fluid from going anywhere except deeper into your body. The heat of it filling your insides sent a series of shivers along your skin- it didn’t help that every single one of your senses became heightened with your climax. Even with his knot ballooned inside you, you attempted to cant your hips towards him to take it all deeper.

Pressure built in your belly as Taehyung laid atop you for a few moments, yet when he leaned away and looked down at your stomach, you understood that he knew that you felt the pressure.

A strange feeling of mortification, lust, and satisfaction washed over your being when you realized that it was his cum pressuring your body into a slight stretch. Not only did you feel it, but when you followed his gaze to look down at yourself, you could see that there was a slightly distended paunch where you knew his cock to be deeply lodged inside. Somehow, he had plugged himself into you so tightly that your body was left no choice but to accommodate all that he gave no matter the stretch.

And yet, Taehyung still gave more. Bit by bit, ropes of cum added onto the pressure in your belly, little by little. The two of you sat and watched with labored breaths as your stomach, ever so slowly, grew.

“Y/N.” He murmured. You met his eyes after the call of your name and, as you did so, realized that it was the first word he said clearly. The concern in his voice brought you down from your high incredibly fast.

His eyes were back to a beautiful brown as you responded to him. “Taehyung?”

“You…” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought. “You mated with Seokjin?”

As shocked as you were that he knew, you quickly deducted that Taehyung, a werewolf, most likely had the same, uncannily extraordinary sense of smell that the vampire did. He probably could smell the vampire’s blood blessing in your veins.

“I… yes.” You could not lie to him. It felt wrong to lie now that the two of you finally mated.

“I see.” He said. His shoulders visibly sagged with what you figured was disappointment. “Then, why did you mate with me?”

A brief moment of silence passed as you struggled to organize your thoughts. The remnants of your new nature still screamed at you to please him, to love him, to prevent him from feeling upset. Before you could formulate an answer, his facial expression morphed into one of confusion.

“How did you mate with me?”

You mirrored his look with your own confused face. “What do you mean?”

“Y/N,” Ever so lightly, he placed a hand down to your belly. The span of his fingers almost stretched all the way across the enlarged area. “Once mated with one being, the mere thought of getting close to another being is revolting. It would be physically impossible to mate with another, yet…”

Taehyung didn’t finish his sentence. You knew the end of it because it was still very much obvious in the way his dick remained locked inside your body.

“Taehyung, I…” You struggled to find the words to say. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

Instead, he leaned down quickly and clasped your face in his hands. “You felt it, didn’t you? Our connection- you felt it.” His words were frantic as he brushed his thumb over your cheek and his cock surged with renewed vigor inside you. “You felt what we are. Maybe- nngh-” He groaned as the pressure from within your belly was suddenly released with the deflation of his knot. “Maybe he is not your true mate.”

The cum shoved inside your guts was released all at once, painting your thighs and ass in a flush of fluids. Your legs quaked with the sensation but part of you wished that it would stay inside. What part of you?

The Lycan’s cock pulsed anew and his hips began a slow rock into you again, prompting you to suck in a breath and wrap your arms around his neck in preparation. As tired and fatigued as your body was, you wanted more.

There was no other desire but to be with him and be his. Blearily, you jerked your head up to look at where your bodies began the dance of rejoining again and again and found the sticky residue of his release clinging to not only your thighs but his hips and lower abdomen. Every time he separated from your body, a webbing of his cum joined the two of you together, making the mess of your joining even sloppier.

“Tae,” You whispered, looking up at him.

Gold seeped back into his irises and you watched as his pupils dilated once more. He was still in his rut.

“I’ll make you mine.” He grit the sentence through his teeth as he grabbed onto your hips.

“You- you have to be mine.”

Kim Seokjin heard the two of you before he saw you.

The squelch of your pussy taking in a dick. The labored breathing of two people. The moans you attempted to release only came out as a shudder of an exhale. He couldn’t even imagine how long Taehyung had been fucking his cum into you.

The vampire stopped mere yards from where the two of you found each other and, in your mindless frenzy for each other, neither of you seemed to notice his presence. He scowled through the awestruck lust at the thought of all the trouble the hormonal wolf put him through to get here.

After Taehyung’s scent disappeared across the bay in the direction of the estate, Seokjin knew he had been played by the beast that controlled his brother. He knew that the beast was going after you.

Seokjin came upon the sight he had been wishing for since he first accepted his old friend as your mate.

Your naked bodies lay on the ground amongst the pine needles and leaves, your back to his chest, as Taehyung took you from behind. One of his hands held your neck, craning it upward so that he could mouth at the skin. The other held your leg out and open so that he could spread your pussy wide for his cock.

Seokjin stared, salivating at the vision of your pussy gaped so much that the man’s knot could slightly press into you with every hard, punishing stroke of his hips. Cum already dribbled out of it and messily covered the insides of your thighs, evidence of the fact that Taehyung had already had you over and over again since he lost the vampire on the wild goose chase.

Your eyes were glazed over and your mouth was devoid of any sound while you succumbed to the throes of ultimate, obsessive passion. Taehyung’s lips curled back and pressed against the skin behind your ear as he growled with the possessiveness of an in-rut wolf.

“More.” You had managed to whisper. “Give me more. I need… more.”

The werewolf’s mind was so far gone into the mindset of the beast that even the simplest of sentences was difficult to comprehend. The sounds he produced were guttural and raw, hardly intelligible. “More. Give… more. Mate… more.”

With a snarl, Taehyung picked up his rhythm almost violently. Seokjin watched as you lost your mind again with the pleasure blinding you from any other sensation. Naked body bathed in the moonlight with sweat coating every inch of your skin, you were completely helpless to becoming the perfect, bred bitch for Sir Kim Taehyung.

Seokjin stood as still as any vampire could stand while he watched, enraptured. You took in Taehyung greedily, body naturally adjusting to the cock it was made to take. He watched as Taehyung sunk his canines into the puncture wounds that already existed on your neck. If Taehyung hadn’t given you his venom before, he surely did now.

Seokjin was too late. You were about to become a Lycan and nothing could stop it. A vampire bite wasn’t enough to turn one into a vampire, but the humans were right when they spread werewolf-bite propaganda; just as one would contract rabies from the bite of a rabid dog, one would contract lycanthropy from the bite of a Lycan.

The vampire supposed he was okay with having a Lycan as a Fated One.

He watched as the werewolf pushed his knot into you right before it swelled and locked into place. He watched as your eyes rolled back into your head while the sound of Taehyung’s cum spurting into your womb filled his ears. He watched as your body shuddered and you came to firmly lock the shapeshifter’s knot in you.

He especially watched when your navel became slightly round due to the impossibly large rutting load that the beast shoved through your cervix.

Seokjin felt boneless as he watched the two of you pass out. He went numb as he dropped to his knees and felt all of his stored blood rush straight to the tip of his cock. For a brief few seconds, his mind truly blanked and he thought of nothing but pure bliss at the sight of you orgasming so strongly.

When he came to again, he was weakly leaning up against the tree with cum filling the inside of his trousers. Watching you become satisfied in the way you were was so rewarding to him that he came untouched, yet again.

Happiness filled him to the brim, both his Fated One and his longtime friend had finally found the bond they were searching for with each other. Your joy and passion became his, along with his relief that his brother no longer suffered the self-induced rejection.

Until you, Seokjin never imagined sharing his lovers. Through his few hundred years of sexual abstinence due to his withdrawn nature as a vampire, the idea of sharing his Fated One with another was one he never foresaw. Now that you, the missing part of his soul, came to him in a package that involved another mate, his heart was forced to accept the fact that he would have you in any way that he could- even if you were a Lycan.

Seokjin had all the time in the world to get himself together and brush off the dirt from his pants. The forest was quiet as he carefully approached you in your satiated slumber. Although the both of you had passed out, he knew that the werewolf would awaken at any moment after detecting a scent that did not belong.

Right on cue, the were stirred with an exhausted and defensive growl in his throat. He was still in his rut and very sensitive to movement in a place where there shouldn’t have been.

“Taehyung,” The vampire called as he took another step closer. “Are you in there?”

The werewolf’s gaze was golden as he tried to ward off the intruder with his warmongering eyes. The sound of his own name seemed to barely scratch through the surface of his haze.

The vampire knew the predicament well. “Taehyung, if we don’t take Y/N back to the house, she will get sick. It is too cold for her to stay out here.”

The utterance of your name drew the man from within and pushed the beast to the side easily; only the human side could care for you. The beast was incapable of tending to any needs past the desire for mating, food, and protection.

“Can’t move. Knot.” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows as his mind struggled to catch up with the fact that he was intelligent again. The sentence he thought he was going to produce went from complete to severely fractured during its journey from his head to his mouth.

“How long before it dispels?” Seokjin wanted to look anywhere but at where Taehyung’s body rooted snugly inside of you to allow his brother some privacy but his eyes were so drawn to the sight of your thoroughly fucked body that he couldn’t help it.

The werewolf grumbled. “Don’t know. Minutes. Many.”

You shifted in your position uncomfortably with a small whine of annoyance. The more canine side of Taehyung rushed to comfort you, loving how much you had begun to sound like one of his kind. He growled lowly in his throat to give you the reply of assurance you needed to fall back asleep.

Seokjin frowned at the plight, knowing very well that Taehyung was also attempting to figure out how to move you without disturbing you. It was particularly difficult for him to think at all, frankly, when his Fated One sounded like a werewolf.

“Did you give her your venom?” Seokjin could smell the sour odor of his brother’s potent saliva, yet your scent remained untainted aside from the fact that some of the were’s venom was circulating in your blood stream. None of it had actually taken into your true scent.

Although Taehyung was still catching his brain up to speed, he still understood Seokjin’s confusion. “Yes.”

Your body was warmer than average, but nothing more than a slight fever caused by the natural reaction to fight off a virus, and the vampire became stumped- by now, you’d be running more than ten degrees hotter and your canines would be manifesting within your jaws.

“She has not begun the transition yet.” Seokjin observed.

Taehyung felt guilty for giving you the bite, but his beast gained too much control at the last moment and gave in to the urge to turn you before he could stop it. Instead of addressing the matter of guilt, he contributed to Seokjin’s confusion.

“Would have taken her. Something not right.”

For a moment, Seokjin thought about the nature of their bond with you. He tossed several ideas over in his head but came to no solid conclusion.

Then, a line in a certain book, given to him by Jeon Jeongguk, flashed before his eyes. If he could just find the damned book, he could understand the inkling of what he suspected a little better.

“Or…” The vampire trailed off, deep in thought. “Or everything is right.”

The icy breeze slowed to a standstill around them.

Happy Birthday to our Werewolf Daddy, Kim Taehyung!

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