#winwin horror
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Bloody Valentine
Pairing: jaehyun x reader, winwin x reader
Genre: horror, angst, fluff
Warnings: horror themes, gore, character death, swearing, mention of suicide, food mention, alcohol consumption
Words: 16,406
Valentine's Day. The day that you hated with a passion. You hated seeing people in love, being all affectionate and lovey dovey in public. Why can’t people just do that in private? Whenever you saw people being in love, you felt sick. You don’t know why, maybe it’s because you didn’t have a great relationship with your parents, so you became this sort of affectionless person.
You didn’t have many friends in school, always staying by yourself. You were known as the ‘loner’, a nickname which stuck with you. You just didn’t really like people, always preferring to stay by yourself, avoiding all sorts of conflict with others.
Every year when it was Valentines, you would see people throughout school giving love letters to their admirer, or sneakily hiding letters in someone’s locker for them to find. People never understood why you hated Valentine's Day so much, but you never told them why. Honestly, even you didn’t understand why, you just thought it was because you didn’t know how to love someone.
It was a few days before Valentines and, yet again, you were dreading it. You were sitting at the back of your class, doodling in your notebook while the teacher talked about something relating to society. Suddenly, the door opened and in came a boy that you don’t recognise, panting. It looked like he had run a marathon.
You had to do a double take because, who was this boy? A feeling inside your stomach that you don’t recognise bubbled up inside you. “Mr. Jung, why are you late?”, the teacher asked. “Sorry miss, I uhh missed the bus and had to run here”, the boy said, trying to catch his breath.
“Just, don’t do that again please. There’s an empty seat at the back there next to y/n”, the teacher said as she continued on with the lesson, the boy sitting next to you. You took sneaky glances at him every now and then, wanting to get a good look at him. How have you never seen this boy in school before?
Here you were, at 18 sitting in the back of a classroom, admiring a guy that you’ve never met before. This was a new feeling for you and honestly, you were confused. Hell, you don’t even know the guy's name, only his last name. You felt stupid for feeling like this.
The guy next to you was looking through his bag, trying to find his pencil case, only to find out he forgot to put it in his bag. The only option he had was to ask you for one, but he felt nervous to talk to you. He always saw you by yourself and sorta felt… sorry for you? He didn’t know why. He wanted to talk to you but didn’t want to be rejected by you, so he opted not to. Only now, he had to talk to you.
“Uhm, y/n? Sorry to bother you but, do you have a pen? I forgot my pencil case at home”, he said, interrupting you from your doodling. You slowly lifted your head and looked at him, seeing him looking at you. “Uhhh, yeah, here you go”, you got a pen out of your pencil case and handed it to him, before going back to doodling.
You suddenly remembered that you didn’t know his name so you stopped doodling in your notebook and turned to the boy next to you. You tapped his shoulder and he stopped writing, looking at you. As he looked at you, you noticed a sparkle in his eye, his orbs a chocolate brown. His lips twitched up into a small smile as you continued to look at him, not saying anything for a few minutes. A chuckle broke you out of your trance, shaking your head and looking at him with wide eyes.
“You ok there? You were staring”, he started smiling and you noticed he had dimples, which you just wanted to poke. Stop y/n, why are you thinking like that about someone you just met?
“Oh uhh yeah. I forgot to ask you. What’s your name?”, you asked after clearing your throat. “I’m Jaehyun. Nice to meet you, y/n”, and he put his hand out for you to shake, which you did. You shook his hand, which lasted for a few seconds. Everyone around you looked at the both of you, shocked by the fact you were actually interacting with someone.
You wanted to have a full conversation with him but you were scared, so you didn't talk to him for the rest of the lesson. The sound of the bell ringing alerted you, making you pack your things into your bag and dash out of the classroom, avoiding Jaehyun. You didn’t like the feeling bubbling up inside you and you wanted it to go away, so you avoided him, hoping that would work.
You continued on with your day as normal, sitting alone in the library when it was your break, and pretended as if Jaehyun didn’t exist. Jaehyun, however, continued to look at you from afar, feeling kinda hurt that you’re avoiding him. Yeah, he knows you’ve only just met and that you weren’t used to hanging out with people, but he still felt hurt.
The last bell of the day rang, telling you school has finally finished for the day. You dashed out of the front doors and ignored the shouts of your name, putting your headphones in and listened to music loudly.
Cars drove past you as you walked home, music playing loudly in your ears. You were minding your own business, watching your feet as they step on the cracks in the pavement. You suddenly started thinking about Jaehyun again, his smile and dimples imprinted into your mind, butterflies forming in your stomach. You tried shaking the feeling away, but nothing worked.
10 minutes later, you finally got home, unlocking the door and closing it once you were inside. You took your shoes off and placed them on the shoe rack, taking your headphones out of your ears and walked further into the house.
You saw your mother in the kitchen, cutting up some vegetables. Your father was nowhere to be seen, which didn’t surprise you. Your father was always working, so you never saw him. You didn’t know much of the company your father works for, but you do know that it’s something important, hence why you hardly see him.
Your mother felt a presence behind her, and saw you standing in the doorway, your backpack still on your back. “Hey, love. How was school?”, she asked as she continued focusing on chopping up some vegetables. “It was ok. Same old, same old”, you replied, not bothering to mention the boy who you met, wanting to forget about the new sudden feeling that still isn’t going away.
Your mother just hummed at your response, not bothering to turn around to look at you. You’re not surprised at this point, turning back around and heading towards the stairs. Before you took one step, your mother called your name. “Dinner will be ready in about an hour”, she said, making you hum in response and heading up the stairs to your room.
The only time you and your mother talk to each other are when you’re sitting at the dinner table, eating, whether it’d be breakfast or dinner. Other than that, you’re locked up in your room, listening to music or scrolling through social media, or sleeping.
You headed into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You put your bag on your chair and jumped on top of your bed, sinking into the softness of your duvet.you laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You suddenly felt yourself smiling, thinking about Jaehyun. His cute smile and his dimples, his eyes filled with stars and his cheeks that look squishy.
No, y/n, stop it. You literally only just met him. He might be a creep for all you know.
After lying down for a few minutes, you thought it would be a good idea to get changed, so that’s what you did. You got up off your bed and went to your wardrobe, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. You stripped your current clothes off your body, threw them in the laundry basket and slipped on your sweats and t-shirt.
You continued to lie on your bed, scrolling through social media. You scrolled through twitter, some kind of drama happening but, what’s new? It’s goddamn twitter, there’s always some sort of drama happening. You’re not sure how long you were scrolling through, but the distant sound of your mothers voice could be heard through your closed door, telling you that dinner was ready.
You got off your bed and left your bedroom, opening the door and patting your feet against the floor, you wandered downstairs and headed into the kitchen, seeing your mother putting two bowls onto the table. You sat down at the table, the aromas of chicken and vegetables hitting your nose. You grabbed a spoon and ate a spoonful of the soup, noises of content leaving your mouth.
You both ate in silence, the silence deafening, but you liked the quiet. The only noises that were heard were the sounds of slurping as you happily ate the soup. Though you enjoyed the quiet, you felt the need to tell your mother the truth about what happened in school.
“Mum? I need to tell you something about what happened in school today. I met a boy and I don’t know, I keep getting this feeling in my stomach whenever I think about him and I don’t know what to do about it”, you said to her, your mother looking at you. Your mother only chuckled at that, the first time you heard her chuckle in a while, which made you confused.
“That feeling that you’re experiencing? If I’m correct, I think you’ve developed a crush”, your mother said as she put her now empty bowl and spoon in the sink, washing them both before putting them away. She then walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone at the kitchen table. You just sat there, your empty bowl just sitting there in front of you. You thought about what your mother said, and honestly? You were scared. You’ve never experienced having a crush on someone, so this is all new to you.
You tidied up and went back to your room, lying face down on the bed. You shoved your face into your pillow, and screamed into it. Luckily it was muffled so your mother wouldn’t hear it. You suddenly felt really tired and wanted to sleep, so you closed your eyes and drifted off.
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It was finally Valentine's Day and for the first time in your 18 years of living, you were sort of looking forward to it? Maybe it’s because of this new feeling you were experiencing. You did your usual morning routine and went downstairs. You didn’t bother getting any breakfast and rushed to put your shoes on, going out the door with your back hanging off of your shoulder.
You managed to reach the school, seeing a couple of people walking through the doors as you followed them inside. You didn’t see a certain boy anywhere, and headed towards your locker. You put the things you didn’t need inside your locker, making sure nothing fell out. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you turned around.
There stood the person who has been occupying your mind the past few days: Mr Jung Jaehyun.
You just stood there, frozen. He had a small smile on his face, and his dimples were showing. “Sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to”, Jaehyun chuckled at your expression. You cleared your throat and stood up straight, fixing your bag on your shoulder.
“No, you didn’t, it’s fine. What’s up?”, you awkwardly asked, not used to talking to someone, let alone a boy. “I was wondering if you wanted to be friends? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand that you like to be by yourself”, Jaehyun said, not wanting to be too forceful with his words.
You thought about his question for a moment. On one hand you wanted to agree. Like, yeah, you love being by yourself but at times, you do get lonely. On the other hand, you don't want any conflict if you do become his friend, since you’ve seen a lot of people around you have arguments with their friends. You opted for the first one, cause he seemed really sweet.
“Sure. I mean, I do get lonely at times so it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Besides, having a friend might bring me out of my shell and I’ll learn how to, you know, not act so cold”, you said, laughing lightly at the end of your sentence.
The bell suddenly rang, indicating that you should be in your first class of the day. “You have English first, right?”, Jaehyun asked as you both walked together. You nodded in response to his question, and saw him smile in the corner of your eye. “I do too. Let’s go”, Jaehyun said and lightly grabbed your arm, speed walking towards your class, nearly tripping in the process.
You entered the classroom, sitting in the back. The both of you sat down, getting your things out of your bag. “You remembered your pencil case today, right?”, you asked cheekily, remembering that he forgot his pencil case last time. And that he forgot to give you back your pen. Jaehyun chuckled at you, lightly kicking your leg so it didn’t hurt you.
Throughout the lesson, instead of doodling in your notebook, you spoke to Jaehyun and interacted with the class, surprising everyone. They weren’t used to seeing you so talkative, but they weren’t complaining. Even the teacher was happy to see that. You don’t know how you changed from this quiet, cold person to a happy, talkative person in a matter of minutes of becoming Jaehyun’s friend, but you’re glad.
As the day progressed, you felt yourself becoming more and more happier with yourself, and made you forget about why you hated Valentine's Day. You ate with Jaehyun, hung out outside instead of the library, opting for a change in scenery and environment. You can’t remember the last time you laughed so much. You didn’t realise how much you needed someone to talk to, and someone to be friends with. Luckily you managed to find that person.
The end of the day finally came, and you and Jaehyun were walking out the doors together. You were walking side by side, laughing at something he had said. You walked out the school gates and before you parted ways, Jaehyun stopped you. “Hey uhm I was wondering if you’re free on Saturday?”, he asked while shifting nervously on the spot. “I think so, why?”, you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.
“Is it alright if I take you out on a date? Just to get some coffee or something, it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be”, he scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for your answer. You thought about it for a moment, wanting to tease him. “That sounds nice, I’d like to”, you answered with a smile, looking forward to the weekend.
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Saturday came around quickly, and you were sitting on your bed, wondering what the hell you were going to wear. You were only going for a coffee so you didn’t want to dress fancy, but you also wanted to make an effort. You end up choosing a pair of jeans, a simple blouse and a jacket, just in case it gets cold. You decided to put on a little bit of makeup, something that you don’t usually do. You wanted to at least look decent. Just some concealer, eyeliner and mascara, and some lip gloss.
You went downstairs, a slight spring in your step. You put your boots on and grabbed everything you needed, like your phone, purse and keys. You went to head out the door but your mothers voice stopped you.
“Where are you going?”, your mother asked. You never went out of the house unless it was for school, so she was confused. “You know that boy I told you about? Well, we’re going to get some coffee”, you said as you scratched the back of your neck. Your mother smiled slightly and told you to have fun, and at that, you left the house, closing the door behind you.
Before you parted ways after Jaehyun asked you out (as friends or lovers? We’ll never know), you exchanged phone numbers and Jaehyun texted you the coffee shop you’ll be meeting at. Luckily it was within walking distance so you didn’t have to get the bus, which made you happy.
You arrived at the coffee shop in a span of 5 minutes, heading inside. The bell chimed as you opened the door, seeing no sign of Jaehyun. You decided to order your coffee while waiting for him. You ordered your usual coffee, which was a salted caramel latte, loving the combination of bitter and sweet. You also ordered a slice of chocolate cake to go with it, the sudden urge to eat something sweet. You sat down at a table near the window, waiting for your order to be ready, and for Jaehyun.
A few minutes had passed, and your order was ready, but still no sign of Jaehyun. You sat there, eating your slice of chocolate cake, humming happily at the sweetness. The sound of the bell chiming caught your attention, a certain brown haired boy walking in. Well, more like, running in. You called his name, his head turning to find you, sitting by the window. He smiled as he waved with a smile, going to order himself a drink.
After he ordered, he sat down opposite you. “Sorry I’m a bit late, I received a present this morning and I couldn’t wait until later to open it so I did it this morning before I left”, he explained, making you confused. Present? Jaehyun could sense your confusion as he chuckled at your expression.
“It was my birthday a few days ago. More specifically on Valentine’s Day”, he said, making your eyes go wide. “You’re literally a Valentine’s boy”, you said out loud, not expecting Jaehyun to hear it. But he indeed did hear it, as he laughed. Suddenly, the barista called Jaehyun, and he collected his drink, which was a standard coffee.
During your time inside the coffee shop, it was filled with laughter and smiles, getting to know each other better. You found out he loves sports, and he loves singing. You also found out he lived in America for 4 years, so he’s fluent in English, which you found interesting. You’ve always wanted to learn another language, you just never found the time.
You spent a couple of hours inside the coffee shop, just talking. After the third hour, you both decided to leave the coffee shop and go for a walk in the park. The park only had a few people in: children and their parents, as well as an elderly couple sitting on a bench. You walked in silence, hands slightly brushing against each other. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was rather comfortable.
You saw little kids playing together, giggling as they chased one another. You chuckled at the sight, though it was more of a sad chuckle since you didn’t experience that as a child. Jaehyun could sense the change in your mood as he stopped.
“Hey, you ok?”, he asked as he held your hand gently, squeezing it. The sudden gesture made you want to hug him, but you didn’t want to scare him. Also because you were afraid. You’ve never actually hugged someone before so you don’t know how to do it. “Sorry, I just saw the little kids playing over there and felt sorta sad since I didn’t experience that as a child”, you said sadly, Jaehyun nodding at your words as he hummed.
“It’s not too late, you know?”, he said as he suddenly walked away from you, making you confused for a moment. You then caught on to what he was on about as he ran away, giggling. “Jung Jaehyun, you little shit”, you laughed as you ran after him, people in the park looking at the two of you. You laughed as you chased after him, your laughter being heard throughout the whole park.
You finally caught him as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. The gesture made him jump as he stumbled, falling to the ground, bringing you with him. You both fell into a fit of laughter, lying on the ground, looking at each other. The people who didn’t know you would think that you’ve known each other for a long time when, in reality, you’ve only known each other for less than a week.
“How do you feel now?”, Jaehyun asked, lying on his side while looking at you. You were looking up at the sky, calming down from your laughter. “I feel good. Great, actually”, you said with a smile, now looking at Jaehyun. His smile appeared, his dimples showing.
Jaehyun got up off the ground, helping you up. You dusted yourself off and started walking out of the park, Jaehyun walking behind you. He caught up with you, walking beside you now. You gently took your hand, hoping you would allow him to hold it. You looked down and up at him, closing your hand around his palm, a small smile on your face. You were slowly opening up to affection, it made Jaehyun really happy.
Jaehyun, like a gentleman, walked you home and didn’t let go of your hand the entirety of the walk. You reached your house, standing in front of your door. The both of you shuffled awkwardly on your feet, not sure what to do next.
“So uhhh I guess I’ll see you then”, you said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear while looking down. “Yeah, I’ll see you in school”, Jaehyun replied and was about to turn around until a question popped into his head.
“Is it ok if I hug you?”, he asked nervously, hoping you would agree. Fortunately, you did agree and you awkwardly opened up your arms for him to hug you. He wrapped his arms around you and you froze, not sure what to do next. “You wrap your arms around my neck, or waist if that makes you more comfortable”, Jaehyun said gently, you doing as he said. You opted for his torso, resting your head on his shoulder.
This is the first time you’re actually hugging someone and you’re enjoying it. Jaehyun felt really warm, and he smelt like vanilla. You couldn’t stop smiling, not wanting to let go of the hug.
The hug lasted for a few minutes, neither of you wanting to let go of each other. Though you had to let go of each other some time since you needed to head inside, so you were the first one to let go. Without thinking, Jaehyun kissed your cheek, making you let out a squeak. Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when he realised what he did, apologising profusely. You held the cheek that Jaehyun kissed, and started smiling.
“It’s ok, I-i liked that”, you said, suddenly feeling shy after admitting it. After reassuring Jaehyun that you liked it, the guilt left him and he now felt happy. He kissed your cheek again before saying his goodbyes, making sure you were inside before leaving.
For the rest of the day, and night, you couldn’t stop smiling. Your mother isn’t used to seeing you smile so much, but she wasn’t complaining. It was nice to see you smile, especially after everything. She didn’t want to ruin this for you. Not now.
She couldn’t tell you why your father isn’t coming home. Not yet.
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It’s been a week since your ‘date’ with Jaehyun, and you’ve gotten closer. You’re on the line between friends and lovers, confusing everyone about your relationship with each other.
You were in the middle of class, when someone knocked on the door. The teacher allowed the person to enter, and everyone, including you, turned to look. It was the head teacher, which made you worried for some reason. “Sorry to disturb your lesson but, can Lee y/n come to the front office please”, she said as everyone turned to look at you. You got up out of your seat and left the classroom, following the head teacher.
When you reached the front office, you saw your mother there. It looked like she had been crying, which worried you even more. “Mom? What’s going on?”, you asked, the worry evident in your voice. “y/n, can we both go outside for a moment? I need to talk to you about something. It’s about your father”, she said as she took you outside. You leaned against the wall while your mother thought of the right words to say.
“Do you want to know why your father hasn’t been around the past week? I know I said it’s because he’s been working a lot and he comes home when you’re in school and works all day and night on the weekends. But that’s not the truth. The truth is…”, your mother choked up on her words and you had tears in your eyes seeing your mother so upset.
“Mom, what happened?”, you asked softly, already having an idea about what happened but not wanting to believe it. “Your father died in a car accident. I got a phone call about a week ago, saying that he had been hit by a drunk driver and he died immediately. I didn’t want to tell you because you looked so happy, I didn't want to ruin that for you”, your mother crouched down to the floor, not able to say anything else as she broke down in tears.
You on the other hand, you were frozen. You couldn’t believe it. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. You wanted to feel upset, but you couldn’t. You just felt numb, empty. While your mother was crouched on the floor, still crying her eyes out, you walked back into the school, your face expressionless.
You walked down the empty hallway, going back to your class. You entered the classroom, everyone’s eyes looking at you. The teacher thought you were just going back to your seat so they carried on with the lesson, but when you reached your desk and started packing your stuff away, they got confused.
You ignored the chants of your name as you left the classroom, dragging your feet against the floor as you headed towards the front doors. You didn’t bother looking back as you left the school, the cold air hitting your face again. Your mother was in the distance, walking out of the school gates. You assumed she was walking back home so you didn’t run after her, not having the energy.
You walked away from the school, heading out the metal gates as you just kept going, not knowing where you were going but at this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted to be alone, away from people, just you and your thoughts.
You went wherever your feet took you, and you ended up at the park. Luckily the park was empty so you could be left alone with your thoughts. You know you shouldn’t since being left alone with your thoughts could potentially make you do something stupid, but you didn’t care at this point. You were tired, numb, empty. You didn’t know what emotion to feel. You might not have seen your father a lot since he worked most of the time but, you still missed him.
You missed seeing the smile on his face whenever he saw something he liked on the TV, or when he enjoyed the food your mother cooked. It was rare, the three of you eating together but when you did, it was sometimes special. There would be laughter, the occasional joke from your father. You can’t remember the last time you spent time together, all three of you having an actual conversation.
You sat on a swing, putting your school bag on the floor. You looked up at the sky as you swung slowly, the sky suddenly getting cloudy, the once white clouds turning grey. You continued swinging, the swing squeaking with every movement. You sighed, your voice shaky. You had the sudden urge to scream, so you stood up and looked up at the sky, and screamed. You tugged your hair, messing it up. Your throat hurts from screaming at the top of your lungs.
Suddenly, you felt a drop of rain on you, then another and another. It then started pouring down with rain, drenching you. The sky turned dark as the rain got heavier, your clothes now sticking to your skin. The sudden sound of people alerted you, making you turn around and seeing people walking from school.
It’s the end of the school day already?
You continued to just stand there, not knowing what to do. You didn’t want to go home yet, but you also don’t want to be alone anymore. You suddenly heard the shout of your name, not bothering to turn around as Jaehyun ran towards you.
“y/n! Where were you? You weren’t there at lunch? Wait, are you ok?”Jaehyun asked question after question, noticing the gloomy look on your face. You went to talk, but your words got trapped in your throat, causing you to make a noise that sounded like a sob. Jaehyun pulled you into him for a hug, holding the back of your head as you buried your face into his neck.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, Jaehyun continuing to stroke your hair. You finally pulled away, looking at Jaehyun. He looked worried as you looked at your expression. “You wanna tell me what happened?”, he asked softly as he stroked your cheek gently before cupping it. “M-my father passed away. He was in a car accident and d-died on impact”, you said, stuttering due to the cold. You suddenly started crying, the tears falling down your cheeks one after another. You finally broke down after a while of not being able to, Jaehyun watching you as you crumbled.
Your sobs got louder as you hugged him again, burying your face in his neck, trying to hide your face. You’ve never cried in front of anyone before so you were sort of embarrassed. He rubbed his hand up and down your back, trying to calm you down. Jaehyun felt your pain, having lost a family member in a car accident before, so he understood the way you were currently feeling.
You’re not sure how long you were in that position but it felt like hours. You pulled away from the hug and Jaehyun cupped your face between his hands. “You ok now, sweet?”, the sudden pet name made you smile a bit as you nodded. You kissed his palm and put your hand over his hand.
“Why don’t we get you home, yeah? Get you where it’s nice and warm”, Jaehyun said and you nodded. You grabbed your bag and held his hand, and walked out of the park. The rain had subsided, the rain now lighter.
You finally reached your house, unlocking the door. Before you opened the door, you turned around to Jaehyun. “Do you want to come in?”, you asked softly, hoping to get him out of the rain too. Hopefully your mother wouldn’t mind. Jaehyun accepted your offer and went in after you, closing the door behind you.
You took your shoes off, replacing them with your slippers. Jaehyun took his shoes off too, walking in with just his socks on. “Mom, we’re home”, you said, saying ‘we’ instead of ‘you’ without thinking.
You continued to call your mother, but to no avail, there was still no sign of her. You went upstairs while Jaehyun stayed in the hall, waiting for you to find her. You checked in all the rooms, seeing no sign of her, making you worried. The last room you had left to look in was the bathroom. You slowly made your way to the bathroom, seeing the door closed. You opened the door, not expecting to see the sight inside, making you scream.
Jaehyun suddenly heard you scream, running up the stairs to see what happened. He looked around to see where you were, and noticed you standing at the end of the hallway. He ran over to you and looked in the bathroom to see your mother on the floor, her wrists bloody as they continued to gush. There was a knife lying on the floor, the blade covered in blood.
“Call an ambulance”, you ordered, Jaehyun getting his mobile out of his pocket. You dropped to your knees in front of your mother, grabbing hold of her arm. She was cold, like she’s been lying there for hours.
“The ambulance will be here soon”, Jaehyun said as he sat next to you. “It’s all my fault”, you sobbed as you felt the guilt eating you up inside. “What do you mean? You didn’t do this, did you?”, Jaehyun asked, wondering why you said it was your fault. “I know but, if only I came home straight away instead of going to the park, I would have prevented this. If I came home straight away, I would have stopped my mother from killing herself. Now both of my parents are gone”, you shouted, your breathing getting heavier, making it hard to breathe properly.
Jaehyun noticed immediately and brought your body closer to him, no space in between the two of you. He tried calming you down, rubbing his hand up and down your back and whispering comforting words to you. After a couple of minutes, you managed to calm down as your breathing became normal again.
Suddenly, the door went, telling you that the ambulance had arrived. Jaehyun went downstairs to let them in while you stayed in the bathroom, holding your mothers hand. Two paramedics came up the stairs and stood behind where you were sitting. “What happened?”, one of the paramedics asked as they put your mother in a body bag, zipping it up once she was in.
“We came home and I just found her like this. I-i wouldn’t have suspected she would do something like this. She seemed fine. Unless she was really good at hiding her emotions”, you said to the paramedics. “First my dad, and now my mom. Could this day get any worse?”, you started crying again, hugging Jaehyun.
“I’m so sorry for your loss. Hey, if you need to talk, don’t keep it all bottled up, ok? It’s better letting your emotions out than keeping them in”, the paramedic said before taking your mothers lifeless body away, heading down the stairs and out the house, Jaehyun closing the door after they left.
As soon as you two were alone, Jaehyun went over to you and gently grabbed your hand, leading you towards the living room. He sat down and made you sit on his lap (not before asking you of course, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable). You sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around him. You buried your face in his neck, getting comfortable. He kissed the shell of your ear, making you smile slightly.
You stayed like that for a long time, just sitting in a comfortable silence, neither of you wanting to say anything. That was before Jaehyun broke the silence. “Hey, y/n?”, he asked, hoping you didn’t fall asleep. “Yeah?”, you replied.
“W-what’s going to happen now?”he asked cautiously, not wanting to say anything that will trigger you. “I’m not sure. I know I’m 18 but I’m not sure I’ll be able to live on my own yet”, you said before sighing, not looking forward to the whole ‘looking for a place to stay’ situation. That worry went away when Jaehyun asked a certain question.
“Hey, how does coming to live with me sound? I mean, only if you’re comfortable, since we have known each other for, like, almost 2 weeks”, he continued to ramble on as you just sat there, smiling. You suddenly placed a hand on his cheek, stopping his rambling. “That sounds like a nice idea. What would your parents think though?”, you asked, slightly worried his parents would be against the idea. “Hopefully I can convince them”, he said, making you laugh slightly.
The atmosphere around you changed slightly as you both just looked at each other. You could still see the sparkle in his eyes, his pink lips suddenly look so kissable, but you didn’t want to cross any boundaries, just in case it could ruin something between you. It was when Jaehyun asked a question when you knew he felt the same.
“Can I kiss you?”
And at that, you leaned in and placed your lips on his. His lips were soft and pillowy, his lips moving against yours. The kiss was only short, but it was sweet. It was your first ever kiss, and it was something you’d remember for the rest of your life.
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It has been a year since both of your parents passed, and a year since you moved in to live with Jaehyun and his parents. Jaehyun’s parents were so supportive, immediately taking you into their home after what happened. A year later and you’ve grown closer to them. They attended the funeral with you, comforting you and making sure you weren’t alone.
You were currently in your bedroom (which used to be a guest room, but Jaehyun’s parents converted it into your bedroom), lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. You suddenly felt lonely and bored in your room, so you left your bedroom and headed downstairs.
You saw Jaehyun’s parents in the living room, watching some TV. It was some drama you’ve never seen before, but you still sat on the other sofa, wanting to have some company.
“Hey Mr and Mrs. Jung”, you said as you sat down. “Hey, there, kiddo”, Mr. Jung said, taking his eyes off the screen to look at you. Ever since you moved in with them, he always called you kiddo for some reason, not that you minded. “Where’s Jaehyun? I haven’t seen him since this morning”, you said, noticing his presence is nowhere to be seen.
“He went out somewhere, though he didn’t say where, he just said he’ll be back later”, Mrs. Jung said, the screen now paused as both of their attention is on you. You nodded at their words as you suddenly got up and left the living room. You headed into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, feeling thirsty all of a sudden.
You grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it up with water, downing the water. You put the empty glass in the sink and left the kitchen, heading upstairs towards your bedroom. You closed the door behind you and laid down on your bed, sleepiness starting to take over you. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.
While you were asleep, Jaehyun came back home about half an hour later, holding a few bags and smelling of perfume. His parents saw him and greeted him, but stopped. “Why do you smell of women’s perfume?”, his father asked, suspiciously. Jaehyun froze, not sure what to say. Should he tell the truth or make up a little white lie? He didn’t want to spoil anything so he chose the second option.
“I like wearing women’s perfume?”Jaehyun said, his voice not sounding convincing, but luckily his parents didn’t say anything else. He made his way up the stairs, heading towards his room. Before he opened his door, he heard a door open and the sound of your voice, making him stop in his tracks.
“Jaehyun? You’re back. I haven’t seen you all day, I missed you”, you said sleepily, only being asleep for half an hour until you heard the sound of the front door closing, waking you up. You sleepily walked over to him, going to give him a hug. That was until you smelled the scent of a woman’s perfume, stopping you.
“Is that women’s perfume on you?”, you asked, taking a step back. Jaehyun went to say something but you were already back in your room, closing the door. You laid back down on your bed, just thinking about how Jaehyun was wearing women’s perfume, which wasn’t yours. You felt silly for feeling hurt cause, yeah you weren’t in a proper relationship but the feelings were still there. You ended up going back to sleep, pretending like nothing happened.
Over the next few days, you avoided Jaehyun, which you knew was a silly thing to do, but you didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t just confront him about it, because what if you ended up getting even more hurt? So you just decided to avoid him. Which was kind of difficult since you lived together.
Whenever Jaehyun entered a room, you left the room and went into a different room. Jaehyun was confused about why you were avoiding him, making him frustrated. That was until he did something about it.
On the fifth day of you avoiding him, he knocked on your door. You, thinking it was one of his parents, you told the person to come in. When you saw it was Jaehyun, you went to leave your room when he stopped you.
“Can you please stop avoiding me?”, he asked sternly, narrowing his eyes at you. You just stood there, not looking at him. He sighed, gently holding your hand, hoping you wouldn’t push it away. Luckily you didn’t, missing his touch. “Get dressed into something nice and meet me downstairs”, he said before walking away, heading to his room.
You were confused but listened to what he said anyway. You went to your wardrobe and looked through it to find something to wear. You chose a simple black dress, which reached your knees. You changed from your comfy clothes into your dress, choosing a black leather jacket to go over it. You chose to wear some light makeup: foundation and concealer, some eyeliner and mascara, and nude lipstick.
You chose a pair of black heels, slipping them on your feet. You checked yourself in the mirror, feeling happy with how you looked, and grabbed your purse and phone, before leaving your bedroom. You headed downstairs and saw Jaehyun leaning against the wall. He was wearing a simple black button up shirt, along with black jeans that fitted his legs. The both of you ended up wearing all black, not even realising it.
Jaehyun looked up from his phone and looked at you, before looking down again. He did a double take and ended up staring at you. “Wow, you look beautiful. I mean, not that you’re not already beautiful because you are”, Jaehyun continued to ramble on, which made you giggle.”You look very handsome, Mr. Jung”, you said teasingly, giving him a wink. You completely forgot about how you were supposed to be avoiding him.
Jaehyun’s parents walked out of the living room, seeing the two of you dressed up. “Well, what’s going on here? You two look very fancy”, Mr. Jung said as Mrs. Jung stood beside you. “My dear, you look beautiful”, she said, making you blush. “I assume you two kids are going on a date so, have fun. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do”, Mr. Jung said as he winked, making Jaehyun roll his eyes, making you laugh.
Jaehyun grabbed your hand and headed towards the front door, grabbing his keys from the basket before opening the door. You headed towards his car, him opening the door for you. “Wow, such a gentleman”, you said as you kissed his cheek, which shocked the both of you, since you’ve never done that on your own before.
You got in the car, Jaehyun closed the door once you were inside and buckled up. Jaehyun went to the driver's side and got in, closing the door. He put the key in the ignition, starting the car. He drove off, going to the secret destination that Jaehyun won’t tell you about, saying ‘it’s a secret, now hush’.
Jaehyun drove for about 20 minutes, you looking out the window, admiring the scenery that went past. Suddenly, the car stopped and you noticed you were near an entrance to a little garden, flowers surrounding the area. You were amazed that Jaehyun found this.
Jaehyun got out of the car and went to your side, opening the door for you. He held his hand out, you taking it as you got out of the car, Jaehyun closing the door behind you. “Oh my god Jae, where did you find this? It’s beautiful”, you said, your voice full of admiration. “Oh, you know, I am a man of many talents. And that includes finding places like these. Nah I’m kidding, a friend of mine told me about this as he took his girlfriend on a date here”, he said, taking your hand again and walking you towards the entrance.
You both walked through the garden, admiring the flowers as you walked through it. Jaehyun picked out a rose and put it behind your ear, smiling at the image in front of him. You looked like a work of art, wanting to admire you for the rest of his life.
Suddenly, a pergola came into view, decorated with fairy lights. The sight was beautiful, making you cover your mouth. There was a table under it, along with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. “You did all this?”, you asked him as you tried taking it all in. “I did. I wanted it to be special”, Jaehyun replied, kissing your cheek. “Oh and that perfume you smelled on me the other day? The reason why I smelled like that was because I was trying to find a perfume that I think you would like but uhh I don’t know what kind of perfume you wear”, Jaehyun added, playing with his fingers.
So that’s why he smelled of women’s perfume. You thought he was secretly hooking up with someone.
Jaehyun led you towards the table, moving the chair for you to sit on it. He sat down opposite you, opening the bottle of wine. He poured the wine into both wine glasses, you taking a sip. The fruity taste hits your taste buds, you make a noise of content. Jaehyun suddenly grabbed some bags from on the floor near the table, putting them in front of you. “I didn’t know what you liked so I got a couple of things”, he said nervously, scratching the nape of his neck.
The first bag contained a little box, tied with some silver ribbon. You opened it gently, revealing a beautiful necklace with your name on it, coated in silver. The second bag contained a bottle of perfume, which had the same scent as the one Jaehyun had one a few days ago. The last bag, and the biggest out of the three, contained a couple of books, ranging from romance novels to thrillers. You loved reading so you felt really touched that Jaehyun did this for you.
“I-i can’t believe you did this for me. Thank you, Jae”, you said, feeling yourself tear up as you stood up and went over to him, hugging him and kissing his cheek. You sat back down in your seat and took another sip of your wine, when Jaehyun got up and stood behind you. “Do you want me to put your necklace on for you?”, he asked sweetly and you nodded, giving him the necklace he got you. He put it round your neck, clasping the necklace together.
Once the necklace was on, he went towards a bush, making you confused. That confusion soon went away when he grabbed a basket. “How many more surprises do you have?”, you jokingly asked, making him chuckle. “I know it’s nothing fancy but, I hope you enjoy the food”, Jaehyun said as he opened the basket, taking out some sandwiches, cheese and crackers, some cupcakes and strawberries.
He sat back down in his seat, grabbing a strawberry. He went to eat it, but he offered it to you instead. You opened your mouth, Jaehyun putting the strawberry on your tongue. You ate the strawberry, the juices hitting your taste buds. You smiled in content as you swallowed the sweetness, giggling happily. Jaehyun looked at you in admiration, thinking that you’re the cutest person in the world.
You ate the food in front of you, the both of you just talking while drinking wine. Your laughter was music to Jaehyun’s ears, his dimples showing whenever you laughed. You never felt so free in your life.
You finished eating the food that was on the table, feeling satisfied as you sat back in your seat, patting your belly. Jaehyun thought that was adorable as he continued to chuckle at you. “Yah, why are you laughing at me, Mr. Jung Jaehyun?”, you said teasingly, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re really cute, you know that?”, Jaehyun said, shocking you. You felt your cheeks heating up, blushing from the sudden compliment.
About 2 hours later and the sun had gone down, replaced with the moon. Stars painted the sky, you admired them while Jaehyun admired you. You both had 2 glasses of wine, the now empty wine bottle in the basket along with the empty wine glasses.
Suddenly music could be heard, the soft sound of classical music being played from god knows where. That was until you saw Jaehyun holding a remote, realising he was the one who played the music. He got up out of his seat for the nth time, going over to you. “May I have this dance, m'lady?”, he asked as he bowed, making you giggle as you took his hand. You got up and walked further away from the table, standing in the middle of the garden.
You took off your heels since your feet started to hurt, but also because you didn’t want to hurt Jaehyun’s foot if you stood on it, so you went barefoot. Jaehyun placed a hand on your waist and held your hand with the other, whilst you placed your free hand on his shoulder. You started slow dancing, looking into each other’s eyes.
Jaehyun twirled you around, the both of you laughing. Thankfully you didn’t step on his feet, which you were happy about. The song came to an end and you both stood there, just staring into each other's eyes. “Can I ask you something?”Jaehyun suddenly asked after a few minutes of silence, making you nod.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but I just couldn’t find the right time to ask. I think now is the right time. Will you do the honour of becoming my girlfriend?”, he asked nervously, patiently waiting for your answer. Instead of answering, you smiled widely and leaned in close to Jaehyun, pressing your lips on his. You could taste the mixture of wine and strawberries, your lips moving in sync.
The kiss got more passionate, Jaehyun pulling your body closer to him. He placed his hands on either side of your waist, gripping it slightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the little hairs at the nape of his neck. The kiss was passionate and sweet, neither of you letting the kiss get heated, just enjoying the moment.
Jaehyun was the first to pull away, trying to catch his breath from the sudden passionate kiss. “That was… amazing”, Jaehyun said with a smile, adjusting the rose that was behind your ear, stopping it from falling. “So, did that kiss mean yes to my question? Or are my lips just so kissable that you couldn’t resist?”, Jaehyun asked teasingly, making you roll your eyes.
“Well, it was a yes but if you keep teasing me, mister, I’m going to change my answer”, you said, pretending to be angry, as you turned around to put your shoes back on. But Jaehyun stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He placed a few kisses along your neck, making you sigh. “Ok, ok, I accept your offer of becoming your girlfriend”, you said, stopping Jaehyun from kissing your neck, the feeling in the pit of your stomach making you nervous.
“Yes! I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time”, he said, picking you up and spinning you around, making you squeal. He put you down, your feet hitting the floor. He placed a kiss on your nose, causing your nose to scrunch up. You parted from Jaehyun to put your shoes back on, slipping them on your feet.
“So, what did you think of this evening? I hope you enjoyed yourself cause I sure enjoyed it”, Jaehyun said softly but loud enough for you to hear, packing up everything ready to head back to the car. “I enjoyed tonight, thank you for everything”, you replied, kissing his cheek. Jaehyun held the basket in one hand (along with the empty bags that had your gifts in), and with the other hand, he held yours.
You both left the garden, heading back towards Jaehyun’s car. Once you reached the car, Jaehyun opened the door for you, letting you inside. He closed the door as soon as you buckled yourself in. He opened the trunk, put the basket inside and closed it, and got inside the car himself. He put his keys in the ignition, starting the car and drove away, going back home.
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On the drive home, Jaehyun noticed you had fallen asleep, the sight beside him making him smile. He turned the radio down, loud enough that he could still hear the music but quiet enough so it wouldn’t wake you from your slumber.
He arrived back home, parking the car. He stopped the car and got out, closing the door gently. Before you got you out of the car, he took the basket out from the boot, taking it inside. He knocked on the door, which opened a few seconds later, revealing his mother. “Where’s y/n?”she asked, seeing no sign of you. Jaehyun explained that you were fast asleep in the car and wanted to bring the basket in first, wanting to make sure that he didn’t disrupt your sleep as soon as you arrived.
Mrs. Jung took the basket off him, taking it inside as Jaehyun went to get you. He opened the door, gently taking your seatbelt off and carried you bridal style, closing the door behind him. He brought you inside and closed the door behind him, accidentally slamming the door. Luckily you were a heavy sleeper so the loud noise didn’t wake you up, which made Jaehyun sigh in relief.
He headed towards the stairs, walking up them carefully. He managed to reach the top, going towards your room. He walked into your room, carefully placing you on your bed. He took your shoes off, placing them in your wardrobe. He then left your room and went towards the bathroom, grabbing some makeup wipes and moisturiser. Walking out of the bathroom, he entered your bedroom again, seeing you in the same position that he left you in.
Being careful not to wake you, he gently used the makeup wipes to wipe off your makeup, making sure it was all off. Grabbing the moisturiser, he put some on his hands and applied it to your face, being gentle and careful. Heading back to your wardrobe, he grabbed some comfy clothes for you, taking your current clothes off, putting them back in your wardrobe.
Once you were in your comfy clothes and barefaced, he put you under the covers and kissed your forehead. As he was about to turn around to leave, he felt a hand grab his wrist. He turned to look at you, seeing your eyes still closed. “Please stay”, you said sleepily, not letting go of Jaehyun’s wrist. “Baby, I need to get changed myself”, Jaehyun said, moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Don’t be too long please”, you said before letting go of his wrist, snuggling further under the duvet.
Jaehyun made sure he wasn’t too long, going to his room to get changed into comfy clothes, which consisted of his favourite sweats and a plain black oversized t-shirt. He entered your room again, closing the door behind him and walked over towards your bed. He got under the covers, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled up to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The sudden gesture made him smile as he got comfy. The sound of your snores made him giggle, the adorable noise coming from you is something he could get used to. He soon felt himself drifting off to sleep, closing his eyes, and entered dreamland.
While the two of you were asleep, Mr. and Mrs. Jung both went upstairs, checking on the two of you. Mrs. Jung opened your bedroom door and saw the two of you asleep, cuddling up to each other in bed, the only sound coming from the room were your snores. They smiled at the sight in front of them, closing the door gently as they headed back down the stairs.
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The sunrays shone through your curtain, hitting your face. Your eyes fluttered open as you adjusted to the brightness. You realised that you fell asleep cuddling up to JAehyun, making your heart skip a beat. You looked at Jaehyun, noticing he is still asleep, which gave you time to admire his face properly. The sun hitting his skin made him look more ethereal, his honey skin glowing. His long lashes fluttering against his skin, his nose begging to be kissed as you looked at it, and that’s what you did. You lightly kissed his nose, seeing it scrunch up, making you panic as you thought you woke him up. Luckily he didn’t as he continued snoring lightly.
You continued to admire his face, leaning on your hand as you moved some hair out of his face. You were like that for a few more minutes until Jaehyun woke up, noticing you looking at him. He smiled as he saw you, bringing your body into him, burying his face in your neck.
“Good morning, love”, you said, playing with his hair. He hummed in response, still feeling tired. He placed kisses on your neck, tickling you, making you squeal. “Ok mister, let's get up”, you said as you went to get up, but got pulled back down on the bed. “No, let’s stay like this for a few more minutes, please”, Jaehyun said, his voice hoarse from sleep. You knew he wasn’t going to let you get away that easily, so you laid back down with him for a few more minutes, hoping you weren’t going to fall back asleep.
Luckily for you, you didn’t fall back asleep but the sleepy boy next to you did. Instead of leaving him there, you decided to climb on top of him, straddling his waist. You leaned down, pressing kisses all over his face, trying to wake him up. You felt him stir underneath you, but didn’t wake up. You pouted, opting for a different solution.
You remembered at one point, he told you that he was ticklish, and you smirked at the memory. You moved your hands to his waist, digging your fingers into it before tickling him. Jaehyun suddenly woke up, his body thrashing around as he started laughing. You didn’t stop, enjoying the sound of his laughter.
“Ok, I surrender, p-please stop”, Jaehyun said through laughter. You stopped the tickling session and got off him. “I’m hungry, can we get some breakfast now”, you pouted, earning an eye roll from him. “Let’s get some food in that cute tummy of yours, shall we?”, he said as he patted your stomach, making you chuckle.
You both went downstairs and headed into the kitchen. You sat down on the counter while Jaehyun prepared everything to make some breakfast. He started frying some bacon in a frying pan, putting some bread in the toaster while the bacon was frying.
Once everything was prepared, Jaehyun plated up breakfast. He placed 4 plates on the table, which had bacon, toast, eggs and sausages. Mr. and Mrs. Jung suddenly walked into the kitchen, the smell of food waking them up.
“That smells nice”, Mr. Jung said as he looked at the breakfast on the table. The four of you sat down at the table, digging into your breakfast. Small conversations between the four of you happened round the table, the atmosphere peaceful. “I could get used to this”, Jaehyun said, looking at you with a smile. “Waking up with my lover, cooking breakfast for the both of us”, his words made you smile as you continued eating your breakfast.
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Almost five years later, and you’re still together. You moved into an apartment together, you got yourself an office job. Yeah, you didn’t like it but it was good pay. Everything in your life was going well and it was perfect. Well, it was until recently.
It’s a week or so before Valentine’s Day, and you and Jaehyun had gotten rather distant. You argued a lot, the arguments mainly about not spending enough time together due to your job. You worked long hours, making it hard for the two of you to spend time together. Whilst you worked in an office, Jaehyun worked at a small coffee shop close to your apartment, so he didn’t have to walk far.
You both worked 9 to 5 jobs, but Jaehyun only worked 3 days a week, whilst you worked 5. You sometimes worked the weekends, but that was rare. Because of that, you only spent time together on the weekends, but you were too tired to do anything so you just spent time inside.
Also recently, you’ve noticed that you’ve slowly started falling out of love with Jaehyun, and honestly? It scared the shit out of you. You were worried this was going to happen to you eventually, and now it has, and you’re terrified.
The both of you were currently in the middle of another argument, Jaehyun yelling something along the lines of you not taking care of yourself and working extra hours. You were sick of it, all you wanted to do was rest but the moment you came home, he started yelling at you out of nowhere.
“Jaehyun, please, I’m tired. Can we do this another time?”, you asked nicely, not wanting to anger him even more. “You always say, ‘can we do this another time, ‘I’m tired’. Of course you’re fucking tired, you’re overworking yourself. I’m worried about you”, Jaehyun yelled, making you hold your head.
“You don’t need to worry about me, I am perfectly fine. Now can you please shut up, you’re annoying me with your constant shouting”, you said through gritted teeth. Jaehyun didn’t like the tone of your voice as he held the bridge of his nose. “You know, I hate us arguing all the time. It seems like the only thing we have been doing recently. I miss the old us where we used to go on cute dates and have fun”, Jaehyun said as he walked over to you slowly, putting his hands out to hold your hands, but the sudden gesture made you flinch slightly. You hoped Jaehyun didn’t notice it, but he did.
“Woah, what’s wrong?”, he asked, rather concerned. You took in a deep breath before clearing your throat. “Do you really want the truth?”, you said, not ready to tell him, but you had to. He nodded his head for you to carry on and you felt yourself welling up.
“The truth is… I feel like I’m falling out of love with you and I’m terrified. I’m terrified of losing you and losing myself”, you managed to say as a single tear trickled down your cheek. You saw the change in Jaehyun’s facial expression. From anger, to worried, to sadness.
Before Jaehyun could say anything, you ran towards the front door, grabbed your purse and keys, and opened the door, slamming it behind you. You walked towards the elevator, pressing the button. You waited for it to open, impatiently moving on the spot. You heard the sound of your name being called as the elevator opened, not bothering to turn around as you entered it.
You pressed the ground button, the doors closing. The elevator music was the only thing you could hear, the music annoying you. You reached the ground floor, the doors opening. You left the elevator, heading towards the front doors of the apartment building. It was then you noticed you’re still wearing your work clothes, but you didn’t care. The sound of your heels clicked against the pavement as you headed towards the nearest bar, wanting to drink to forget about your problems.
You reached the bar, opening the door and going inside. Luckily it only had a few people inside. You made your way to the bar, sitting on a stool. “Just a double vodka and coke please”, you asked the bartender, not taking a proper look at him as he made your drink.
You looked around the bar while waiting for your drink, noticing a few couples sitting at tables. The sight of the couples being all lovey dovey made you scowl, turning back around. “Here’s your drink, ma’am”, the bartender said, and that was when you looked at him. You grabbed your drink and just stared at him. He looks like an angel, one of his ears pointed, which you thought was cute. You didn’t realise you were staring until he cleared his throat.
“You ok, there? You uhh were staring”, the bartender awkwardly smiled at you. You apologised and downed your drink in one go, putting the glass back on the bar. “Another one please”, you asked, the bartender getting straight to it.
Another few double vodka and cokes later, you were starting to feel the effects of it. “You ok? You look rather stressed”, the bartender asked, looking rather worried for you. “Not really. Me and my boyfriend have been arguing recently and we had another argument before, and I admitted to him that I think I’m falling out of love with him and I’m scared”, you rambled on, the bartender listening to you.
“I’m sorry about that. Hey, this might sound strange since we’ve literally only just met but, how about I give you my number and you can call me if you ever need someone to talk to, ok?”, he said as he gave you a piece of paper, which had his phone number and his name.
Dong Sicheng
You may have had a few drinks, but you’re sober enough to know that his name sounded… different. “I hope this doesn’t come off as rude but, you’re not from Korea, are you?”, you asked as you tilted your head to the side. Sicheng laughed. “No, I’m actually from China, but I moved here a couple of years ago. Most people actually call me Winwin”, Winwin said as he smiled at you. God, that smile gave you butterflies in your stomach.
“Well, Winwin, I am y/n. And I’ll gladly take your phone number. I’ll give you mine, one sec”, you realised you didn’t have a pen on you, until Winwin gave you one. You grabbed his hand (with his permission of course), and wrote your phone number on it with a smiley face, making him chuckle.
You spent a couple of hours in the bar, just chatting to Winwin. The way he didn’t even try making you laugh, but you were laughing at everything he said. Maybe it was because you were drunk, which everyone around you could see, since you were laughing loudly.
“Ok y/n, I think you’ve had enough to drink, don’t you think? I don’t want you feeling the effects in the morning”, Winwin said rather worriedly, caring about your health. He may have only just met you, but it feels like he’s known you for ages. You were about to protest when you saw the look on his face, pouting. “Ok, I won’t have any more”, you said, huffing. Winwin snorted at your behaviour.
You went to get up to leave, but you ended up stumbling over, grabbing onto the stool. “Ok, you’ve definitely had enough to drink. Hey Kun, would you be able to look after the bar for a while, so I can make sure this young lady here gets home safe?”, Winwin said to his coworker, to which he agreed. Winwin came out from behind the bar and held you, making sure you didn’t fall over. He helped you leave the bar, an arm slung around your waist while your arm was slung over his shoulder.
He asked you where you lived, which you replied with your address, and he walked you home. You managed to reach your apartment building in a couple of minutes, mumbling out random words that Winwin can’t make out. The both of you went through the doors and headed towards the elevator, Winwin pressing the button for the doors to open.
You both got inside, Winwin pressing the button for the floor that you live on, the doors closing. The elevator started going up, the both of you waiting to reach your floor. “Are you going to be ok once you reach your apartment?”, Winwin asked you, hoping you were listening. “Yeahhhh, I’ll be fine. I just hope Jaehyun doesn’t give me shit for drinking”, you said, Winwin nodding along.
The elevator reached your floor with a ding, the doors opening. You both left, heading towards your apartment. You reached your door, Winwin knocking on it. You waited for a few minutes, the door opening to reveal a shirtless Jaehyun, his hair wet.
“y/n? Where the hell have you been? Why do you smell of alcohol? And who the fuck are you?”, Jaehyun asked, not intending to sound harsh, but he was worried when you randomly stormed out the apartment a few hours ago. “I’m Winwin and I was the bartender that gave y/n her drinks. Don’t worry, she’s not too wasted, she only had a few drinks before I stopped her. I wanted to make sure she got home safely so I came with her”, Winwin explained to the man in front of him, Jaehyun thanking him before taking you off him.
“Thanks again, man. I was worried sick for the last few hours”, Jaehyun said, Winwin nodding as he left, heading back towards the elevator. Jaehyun closed the door behind him and took you to the bathroom, cleaning your makeup off you since you were too tipsy to do it yourself. “I was worried sick when you randomly ran off like that. Just don’t do that again, ok?”, Jaehyun said, making you look at him.
“Yes dad”, you said with a laugh, Jaehyun rolling his eyes, kissing your now bare face. “Let’s get you changed and then get you a glass of water”, Jaehyun said softly, taking you towards your shared bedroom. He got a pair of comfy clothes, undressed you from your work clothes, threw them in the laundry basket, and put your comfy clothes on you. While you were sitting on the edge of your bed, Jaehyun went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and some painkillers, so you didn’t have a major headache in the morning.
He went back to your shared bedroom, finding you now lying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He went over to you with a glass of water and painkillers, asking you to sit up so you can take it, which you did. You took the painkillers and drank the glass of water, accidentally spilling some down yourself. You put the empty glass on your bedside table and lied back down again.
“Do you want me to lie down next to you? Or will you feel more comfortable if I laid down on the couch?”, Jaehyun asked, remembering what you said before you stormed out of the apartment. You didn’t respond as you were already fast asleep, little snores escaping you. He wanted to respect you so he took a blanket and a pillow and went to the living room, lying down on the couch.
He just laid there, looking up at the ceiling. All he could think about was your words. I feel like I’m falling out of love with you and I’m terrified. I’m terrified of losing you and losing myself. While you were fast asleep in the bedroom, Jaehyun couldn’t fall asleep for hours, his mind not shutting off.
He managed to fall asleep during the early hours of the morning, the clock striking 3am. The both of you slept until the afternoon, you waking up with a headache. It was bearable, but it was still annoying.
“Ow, my head. Why did I drink so much last night?”, you said as you stumbled out of bed, heading towards the kitchen, not even bothering to notice the body still asleep on the couch. You grabbed a glass and filled it with water, downing the whole glass. You put the glass in the sink and headed back towards your room, not even taking a glance in the living room.
While you were in your room, scrolling through your phone, you got a random message.
From unknown: hello there :D you probably don’t remember me but I’m the bartender that helped you last night, Winwin hehe. I hope the hangover isn’t too much for you
You vaguely remembered someone helping you last night, but it was still a blur. Still , you replied anyway.
From y/n: hello :D i remember you vaguely but since I had a bit to drink, everything is still a blur lmao. Thank you for helping me last night ^^
You replied back instantly, feeling yourself smiling as you waited for him to reply. The sound of your phone pinging indicates that he replied back, making butterflies form in your stomach. You texted back and forth for god knows how long, your focus on your phone as you block everything out. Well, that was interrupted when the bedroom door opened.
“What are you giggling at?”, Jaehyun said as he rubbed his eyes. You didn’t even realise you were giggling before he told you. “Oh, the guy that helped me last night? Well, he texted me asking me if I’m ok and he’s really sweet”, you said as he told Jaehyun about him (well, at least everything you remember).
You talking about another boy in front of him made Jaehyun feel annoyed. You’re still his girlfriend, why are you talking about someone else that isn’t him? You continued to talk about this ‘Winwin’ guy until he had enough.
“OK! Please shut up about him, you’re annoying me”, Jaehyun said, sounding more harsh than intended. You frowned at the sudden outburst. “Sorry, I guess I just got carried away”, you said softly, rubbing the back of your neck. Jaehyun felt guilty for lashing out at you, sighing. “Sorry for lashing out at you, I’m just tired”, he said, which wasn’t exactly wrong. He was annoyed at you, at himself, at the world. Maybe your words were the cause of it all. He just doesn’t want to lose you, but it seems like he already is.
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Over the next few days, you got more and more distant from Jaehyun as you talked more to Winwin. You actually ended up spending more time with him than you did in your own apartment. After work everyday, you went to the bar to have a drink, but mainly to talk to Winwin. You found yourself falling for him. The more you talk and hang out with him, the more you realise how sweet and kind he is. There’s only one thing you have to do though in order to be free.
You have to break up with Jaehyun.
After you left the bar (thankfully you were sober this time), you headed back to your apartment, thinking about the right words to say to Jaehyun. You entered the elevator, your heart beating faster as you got closer to your apartment.
The elevator dinged, alerting you that you’ve reached your floor. You left the elevator, walking towards your apartment. You opened the door, taking a deep breath as you went to find Jaehyun.
“Jaehyun?”, your voice sounded shaky, like you were about to start crying any minute. He walked out of the bathroom, sweaty and his tank top sticking to his body, his abs showing through. His muscular arms were on show, making your mouth water. It looks like he’s not long come back from the gym. That didn’t distract you from the main issue though.
“I-i need to tell you something”, you said, making Jaehyun furrow his brows. “What’s up love?”Jaehyun let the pet name slip, not realising it until you flinched. “I’m sorry that I have to tell you this but uh… we need to break up”, you said as you closed your eyes, not wanting to see the look on Jaehyun’s face.
“I knew the time was going to come eventually but, a few days before Valentine’s Day? That shit sucks”, Jaehyun said, chuckling bitterly, which shocked you. You were expecting him to be upset, but he was far from that.
“You’re not even upset? What the fuck?”, you asked confused. Surely he feels a bit upset over the breakup. “y/n, you’ve literally fucked me off and gone off with another guy. I’m more annoyed than anything else”, Jaehyun rolled his eyes at you, making you scoff.
“Ok mister, I have NOT fucked off with another guy. I literally told you that I’ve fallen out with you, unless that slipped your mind”, you said, your voice lower than usual. Jaehyun just laughed at that, which sounded rather sad. “Oh I remember that perfectly clear”, he said, walking towards the kitchen.
“Look, it’s not my fault I’ve fallen out with you. It just happened. That happens to a lot of people and honestly? Just be fucking glad I actually told you instead of cheating on you”, you huffed, making Jaehyun turn around to look at you.
“What is that supposed to mean?”Jaehyun asked as he narrowed his eyes. “I was at the bar today, the one that Winwin works at? Yeah, I was going to kiss him, but decided not to because even though I have fallen out of love with you, we’re still in a relationship and I didn’t want to cheat, because that’s fucking wrong”, you explained, making Jaehyun sigh.
“So, what are we going to do then? We still live together, you know? It’s going to be awkward for us since there’s only one bed”, Jaehyun said, of which he has a point. You thought about it and an idea popped into your head. “We have the spare room, right? One of us can sleep in there”, you said as Jaehyun thought about it.
“Tell you what. Before either of us finds somewhere else to live, why don’t I sleep in the spare room. Unless you want to kick me out”, you said, the last sentence rather bitter.
“As much as I would love to kick you out, you can sleep in the spare room”, Jaehyun said as he walked away, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You sighed, feeling slightly glad that you managed to do it, but also feeling guilty. I mean, it was for the best, right? You didn’t want to lead him on, so you had to break up with him.
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It was now Valentine’s Day, and Jaehyun’s birthday, and to say you were excited was an understatement. It was your day off and you were going on a date with Winwin. You also remembered the gift that you got for Jaehyun, which was under your bed.
“Happy birthday Jae, I hope you like your present”, you said as you gave him a small bag, waiting impatiently to open it. He opened the bag slowly, finding a velvet box. He opened it to reveal a silver watch, his eyes widening. “You got me a watch? Thank you y/n”, he said as he smiled. “Ok, I gotta go get ready now”, you said as you squealed in excitement.
“Get ready? For what?”, Jaehyun asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “I have a date with Winwin. He’s taking me to a fancy restaurant and I’m excited. I’ve never been to a restaurant before”, you said, your voice filled with happiness as you got yourself ready. Jaehyun felt jealousy bubble up inside him, seeing you happy about going on a date with someone, a few days after the both of you broke up. He suddenly felt angry, but decided not to show it as he put on a fake smile.
“That’s great. I hope the date goes well”, he said as he entered the spare room, slamming the door. The sudden loud noise made you jump, your body froze. You didn’t know that you going on a date would make him angry, but you didn’t blame him. Maybe he was still getting over the break up.
You looked through your wardrobe, wondering what to wear. Since it’s Valentine’s Day, you wanted to choose something red. You found a red dress, which you haven’t worn before, and took it out. It was an above the knee dress with a v-neck. You put the dress on the bed, getting everything you need to get a shower.
You headed into the bathroom, making sure the door was locked before un stripped your clothes off, putting them inside the laundry basket. You turned the shower on, making sure it was the right temperature before getting in.
You stepped under the water, the warm water running down your back, relaxing you. You grabbed your fruity shampoo and squirted some in your hand, and lathered it into your hair. You washed it out, and proceeded to do the same with the conditioner.
You finished washing yourself in the shower, and then got out, wrapping a towel around your body. You left the bathroom, heading towards the bedroom quickly, not wanting Jaehyun to see you like that. Yeah, he’s seen you naked before but you're not in a relationship anymore.
You sat in front of the vanity table, drying your hair, brushing through it. Once your hair was dry, you proceeded to get yourself ready. You slipped on your red dress over your underwear, zipping up the back. Unfortunately, your arms aren't long enough so you couldn’t zip it all the way up. That means asking Jaehyun for help.
You left the room and knocked on the door to the spare room, waiting for the signal for you to go in. “Sorry to bother you but, could you please help me with my dress?”, you asked as you turned around, moving your hair so the zipper was easier to get to. The sight in front of him made him gasp. He tried to keep his hormones in check as he helped you with the zipper, trailing his fingers up your back in the process.
Once the zipper was up, he put his hands either side of your neck, squeezing the skin. You suddenly felt uncomfortable as you flinched. “Ok, thank you Jaehyun, I’ll leave you alone now”, you said quickly as you left the room, closing the door behind you. Jaehyun smirked at the way you reacted, sitting back down on the bed.
You entered the bedroom again, sitting back down at the vanity table to do your hair and makeup. You did a simple brown smokey eye, applying the eyeliner and mascara on. You then did your foundation and concealer, and contour your cheekbones and jawline. You then did a bold red lip to finish the look.
You curled your hair and added accessories to your outfit, like a necklace and earrings. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a moment, holding the necklace that you were wearing. It was the necklace that Jaehyun gave you the night he asked you to be his girlfriend, and you were contemplating whether to wear it, or take it off. You loved the necklace, but it also brought back memories. You weren’t together anymore, so was it worth keeping it?
You took it off and replaced it with a simple chain, putting it on. You took another look at yourself in the mirror before standing up, going to put your shoes on. You chose a pair of black heels, and grabbed your black leather jacket (the jacket was sort of your signature look). Your phone pinged, receiving a message. You checked your phone and saw a message from Winwin.
From Winwin: I’m outside :D I’ll see you in a bit xx
You find it adorable how he always used emojis whenever he texted you. You grabbed your phone, purse and keys, and put your jacket on. “I’m leaving”, you shouted to Jaehyun, seeing him come out of the spare room. He took a glance at you, and his eyes shifted to your chest. He saw your cleavage, and he suddenly got jealous that someone else was going to see you like this. He didn’t like that, but he didn’t want to cause a scene.
You noticed he was staring at you for a bit too long, and you cleared your throat. “My eyes are up here, you know?”, you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Jaehyun finally looked at your face and a fake smile was plastered on it. Well, you didn’t need to know that it was fake.
“Bye! Enjoy your date with lover boy”, Jaehyun said rather sarcastically, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. You left the apartment, slamming the door behind you, the loud noise making Jaehyun jump. His anger started to show as his eyebrows furrowed and his breathing got heavier. He punched the wall beside him, making a hole in the wall. He let out a scream of frustration, hurt and anger.
You were too far ahead to hear the scream as you entered the elevator, pressing the button to the ground floor. The doors closed and started going down, the elevator music, once again, annoying you. You really wished they changed the damn music.
You reached the ground floor as the doors opened, leaving the elevator. You made your way to the front doors, seeing Winwin standing in front of his car. You didn’t realise that he was rich as standing before you was a red Ferrari, a very handsome and dressed up Winwin leaning against it. Your jaw dropped, making Winwin chuckle. “I didn’t want you riding in a pickup truck to a fancy restaurant, so I thought it’d be nice if we rode inside a ferrari”, Winwin said as he took a good look at you.
“You look beautiful, m’lady”, Winwin said as he bowed, making you giggle. “You look very handsome”, you said to him, making him blush. You’ve never made a boy blush before so you felt happy. During your relationship with Jaehyun, he was the one who always made you blush, so making someone blush made you feel powerful in a way.
Winwin let you in the car, opening the door for you. He closed the door when he saw you were buckled up, and got in the drivers side. He started the car, the engine roaring as it came to life. He drove off, heading for the restaurant.
Whilst you two were having fun at the restaurant, Jaehyun was in the apartment getting all worked up, the feeling of anger and jealousy getting stronger. He was sitting in the living room, balling his hands into fists. The glass coffee table in front of him just annoyed him for some reason, so he tipped it up, the table shattering into tiny pieces, some of the shards hitting his arms and face, grazing the skin.
That was what turned a switch on inside of him, making him destroy the entire apartment. Broken picture frames, glass shards all over the floor, furniture flipped upside down and the entire apartment was a mess. He let out a scream, not caring if he disturbs his neighbours. He was beyond caring at this point, his anger and jealousy taking over him.
You and Winwin were happily eating a meal together, drinking wine. The night was going well. You were sitting on a balcony, overlooking the city of Seoul as the sun got replaced with the moon, stars shining in the sky. The food was amazing, the staff were really sweet and the whole atmosphere in the restaurant made you feel comfortable.
The date was unfortunately coming to an end as Winwin paid for the meal, thanking the waiters as you left the restaurant. You walked hand in hand, going for a walk before Winwin took you home.
“I don’t want this night to end, I’ve enjoyed spending time with you. I hope I get to see you more”, Winwin said, smiling at you. The way his hand fits in your perfectly, the warmth and softness of his palm making you not want to let go.
“I really hope I get to see more of you too”, you said shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Winwin placed a kiss on your cheek, his lips warm against your skin. They lingered on your cheek for a moment, Winwin contemplating whether or not he should give you a proper kiss. That was when you decided to be bold and moved your face, his lips pressing against yours in a short but sweet kiss.
The sudden gesture made the both of you shy as you both giggled, heading back towards Winwin’s car. You both got in, and Winwin drove off once you were both buckled up. The radio was playing, some rock band playing on it. The windows were open, the breeze hitting you in the face as Winwin drove along the road.
You reached your apartment as you were laughing at something Winwin had said, and the car stopped. You both got out, hand in hand as you entered the apartment building. You entered the elevator and went up to your floor.
The elevator reached your floor as it dinged, the doors opening. You left the elevator, walking hand in hand towards your apartment. You grabbed your keys, put them in the keyhole and unlocked the door. The door opened and all you saw was black. Everything was dark since all the lights were off, confusing both you and Winwin.
“Jae?”, your voice wavered as you called out to him, entering the apartment, Winwin following behind you. As you walked further into the apartment, trying to find the lightswitch, you felt something break under your feet.
“Ah, I see you’re back. And you’ve brought lover boy with you”, the sound of his voice was close, but you couldn’t find him. “You know, I was going to enjoy my time with you after you came back after your date, but since you brought your lover boy, I’m going to have even more fun with you”, Jaehyun’s voice sounded different. He sounded more sinister and his voice deeper than usual.
“Jae, where are you?”, you asked, still trying to find the light, but it was too dark so you couldn’t. Plus, you have had a bit to drink, so your coordination wasn’t the best. Thankfully Winwin was still behind you as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it.
Suddenly, the lights turned on and your eyes adjusted to the brightness. That was when you noticed the mess of the apartment: glass on the floor, broken picture frames, furniture tipped over, a hole in the wall.
“Hello sweetheart”, was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
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When you came to, you found yourself strapped to a chair in your bedroom, Winwin nowhere to be seen. “Winwin!”, you shouted out, hoping he would answer you. He didn’t answer you, but he was thrown into the bedroom with you, Jaehyun pushing him to the ground.
“Now, you two be good and stay there for me, ok?”Jaehyun said as he left the bedroom, heading somewhere inside the apartment, which you were too scared to find out. You heard banging coming from the kitchen, wondering what he was up to.
He soon came back with a few sharp knives, a scalpel (you don’t even know why you have that) and some duct tape. That made you fucking terrified. What the hell is he planning? All different types of scenarios ran through your head, making you panic even more. You’re not ready to die yet.
Jaehyun could sense the fear in your face as he chuckled. “Oh don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to touch you. At least, not yet”, he smirked at you as you whimpered. He put the tools on the bed and then went over to Winwin, dragging his body over towards the bed, letting out a scream.
“If you stop screaming, this will be easier for me”, Jaehyun said, Winwin still screaming. “Get off me, you fucking psychopath”, Winwin kicked him in the face, making him fall backwards. As Winwin was about to leave the room, Jaehyun grabbed him and threw him on the bed. He then grabbed the duct tape and taped Winwin’s mouth, his screams now muffled.
“Jaehyun! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?”, you asked, voice laced with anger, fear and disbelief. “Oh baby, don’t act all dumb. You know you’re the reason I’m like this. Now shut up”, Jaehyun snarled at you, shutting you up.
After he finished taping up Winwin’s legs, and tied his hands together, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his toned chest. He then grabbed the scalpel, gliding it across the skin, making Winwin whimper. “JAEHYUN, STOP! PLEASE!”, you cried out, not wanting him to kill Winwin. “I-i’ll do anything. Hell, I’ll even go back to you, as long as you don’t kill Winwin, please”, your makeup now ruined from crying, you pleaded for him to stop.
“Aww darling, you really think I’m going to believe that?”Jaehyun said, digging the scalpel deeper into Winwin’s chest, earning a muffled scream from him, you struggling against the restraints.
A trail of blood appeared on Winwin’s chest as the scalpel cut him open, making him feel faint. He passed out within a few minutes, making Jaehyun disappointed. “The poor boy passed out on me! I was hoping he would stay awake to see the fear on your face, but guess we can’t get what we want all the time”, Jaehyun said as he chuckled darkly, earning a scream from you.
As time went on, the scene in front of you got messier. Blood splattered on you and Jaehyun, covering your clothes. The Jaehyun in front of you was unrecognisable, you didn’t even know who he was anymore. You kept screaming, hoping your neighbours would hear you and do something.
Suddenly, Jaehyun ripped Winwin’s heart out from his chest, making you scream out of terror. “You can’t date lover boy if he doesn’t have a heart, can you?”, Jaehyun said as he got up, walking over to you as you were shaking in fear.
“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day, baby”, Jaehyun said as you were whimpering, tears still streaming down your face. The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, hoping that one of your neighbours had called the police.
Your gut feeling was right as, not even a few minutes later, the door was busted down, a police officer tackling Jaehyun to the ground, handcuffing him. A female officer untied you from the chair, helping you up. “You ok, ma’am? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”, she asked you, to which you shook your head no.
“We only broke up a few days ago. I went out on a date today and everything was going great, until we came here. My ex boyfriend murdered my date. I didn’t even get to say bye to him”, you were a crying mess, the female officer comforting you.
Winwin’s dead body was taken away in a body bag, you watching them as you continued to shake. You literally have no one to turn to now, feeling all alone. Your father died in a car accident, your mother killed herself, your ex boyfriend got arrested for murdering your date.
The only thing you can do now is start a new life by moving somewhere that nobody knows you. You don’t think you’re going to be in another relationship for a long time. Or ever. Because of what happened, Jaehyun has ruined the experience for you, and ruined your life.
It took you a long time to recover from the traumatic experience, and you were left with nightmares and panic attacks. You had to see a therapist because of it, and luckily, your therapist was really patient with you and made you feel comfortable. Your therapist's name was Johnny, and he was only 2 years older than you. You found him rather attractive, and whenever you were around him, you felt safe, the safest you’ve been since that day.
Little did you know, he was secretly a murderer, and you were his next victim.
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{21} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Wooyoung & Jongho)
Words: 9,260
Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyerism, Oral (Fem. receiving), a shit ton of praise. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: This is my first time writing a smut like this, so please bear with me. I really hope you all enjoy it, I didn’t actually end the chapter how I thought it would end, but I'll just end the next one how I originally planned this chapter to end. That being said, I don’t think the next chapter will be extremely long then, but I will warn you, shit is about to go down. For now, enjoy this fluffy smut! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
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A low hum escapes your lips as you bury yourself deeper into the comfort of your warm blankets. It’s been about two weeks since you made up with Seonghwa, and currently, you’re taking things one day at a time. Now, they seem to have a council meeting every few days to see if any news has appeared regarding Miyeon and her two dangerous male partners. You don’t know why, but you have this ominous feeling that she’s going to act soon.
Just as you feel your subconscious fading once more into the land of dreams, you are reminded of what woke you in the first place.
The sound of buzzing coming from right beside your head has you groggily reaching towards your phone. Blinking a few times, you register faintly who’s calling you before you’re answering on the third ring.
“Reina?” Your voice is somewhat strained as you press your phone to your ear. “What’s wrong?”
A moment of silence before you hear her sniffling on the other end.
Immediately, your eyes are flinging open as you sit up in bed. Worry pulls at your features as you hear her crying over the phone.
“What happened?” You move the covers off of yourself, standing to your feet in an instant as you shove your slippers on.
“I-“ she sobs, “I-“
“Reina-“
“NCT!” She sobs into your ear, and you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.
“For fuck’s sake, Reina!” You playfully scold her. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“WayV’s comeback!” She continues. “It’s… it’s… immaculate!”
“And here I was thinking your ex tried contacting you again.” You huff, shaking your head.
“Have you seen the Phantom music video, yet?” She asks, completely ignoring your statement.
“No, I’ve been sleeping.” You retort, sitting back onto the edge of the bed. “You know, like I usual do at this time.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s already noon.” The way she rolls her eyes at you is clear in her tone. “You need to go and watch this music video right now.”
“Babes, I-“
“Winwin has lines,” she cuts you off.
A moment of silence passes over you once more as you blink.
“The fuck! Why didn’t you lead with that?” You’re back on your feet in an instant, speeding to the cinema room down the hallway.
“Now, do you understand why I called you in tears?” She hums, and you can just tell she’s quirking a brow at you as she sniffs through the line again. “Actually, hold that thought. I’ll ask you again once you’ve watched it.”
“Okay, okay, hold your horses,” you trap your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you begin to set everything up. “I’m just pulling up YouTube now.”
“Oh, I can’t fucking wait for you to watch this,” she cackles maniacally. “Just wait until you see your biases.”
“Oh, no,” you chuckle.
“Oh, yes,” she cackles again. “Put me on speaker, I want to listen to the song again, too.”
“Okay, okay,” you say, doing just that. Taking a deep breath, you select the video. “Here we go.”
The opening sound of the drums fills your ears, and immediately you’re greeted by Ten appearing on screen. You blink.
“Okay, he looks mighty fine,” you comment.
“Oh, just wait,” she replies, and you can hear the grin in her voice.
Little do you notice the three males who have now appeared in the room, watching the screen along with you as the scene unfolds before their very eyes. Only Jongho dares to get close to you for the moment. A fact which you take every advantage of as soon as you hear one of the males on screen start singing.
“Winwin has lines.” Your mouth falls open in shock, turning to grab Jongho’s shirt as you begin to shake him frantically. “Winwin has more lines!”
Who the fuck is Winwin? Seonghwa grumbles as he steps into the room, Hongjoong following in his wake to see you continuing to cling onto the front of Jongho’s shirt while both San and Yunho stand off to the side of the room.
I’m assuming the one that just sung with the low voice. Yunho replies, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Reina, you bitch!” You turn on your phone in the next second, hearing her laughing on the other end. “You didn’t tell me Kun is living his gothic vampire fantasy in this!”
“I knew you’d appreciate it!” She replies giddily.
Your eyes go wide just as the second verse starts, hand coming up to be placed directly over your heart in shock, “Yangyang?”
“He looks good, doesn’t he?”
“Have you seen my son?” You blink, quite a few times. “What happened to my son?”
“Your son has become a man, Miss Girl,” Reina teases. “Ah! Winwin!”
“It is too early for this shit!” The hand over your heart grips desperately at your shirt. “I woke up, only to be attacked.”
“WayV always delivers,” she agrees.
“The theatre kid in me is screaming,” you comment.
“And the throne of swords? Bitch, I will gladly sit in any one of their laps in that throne,” her voice comes through loud and clear, and you cackle. “You know I would.”
“I know you would,” you grin, shifting your position so you’re holding your one elbow in your hand for support as you continue to grasp your phone in your opposite one. “I’m just mesmerized by the metal claws.”
“Oh, yeah, you did have a thing for that, even with Lion by G-Idle,” she says. “I’m just surprised you haven’t commented on the eyes yet.”
“I was getting there,” you sit on the edge of the couch just as the bridge hits. “Oh, we stan Xiaojun’s high notes once more.”
“You’re honestly acting much calmer than I thought you would be right now,” Reina notes.
“Well, to be fair, I just woke up,” you tell her. “Still, doesn’t mean I’m okay.”
More maniacal laughter can be heard from the other end as the song comes to an end.
Taking a brief glance around the room, you notice all eight of them standing around with pouts on their faces. Some, like Wooyoung, San, Yunho, and Hongjoong all stand with their arms crossed, too.
“Now do you understand why I called you in tears?” Reina repeats her question from earlier, a knowing tone to her voice.
“Yes, yes,” you reply, waving her off slightly. “You still scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh, believe me, if it was my ex I wouldn’t have been in tears,” she jokes.
“I would hope not, but you never know,” you reply.
“So,” she continues, “tell me your thoughts.”
At her words, you notice eight pointed looks sent your way. You quirk a brow.
“WayV never disappoints,” you begin, sitting yourself further back on the couch for the moment. “Though I will say, completely missed opportunity with not putting them in corsets.”
A loud cackle is heard on the other end as you watch both Seonghwa and San practically stumble over in their spots.
“You and I both know they would have been too powerful in corsets.” Reina’s voice rings out.
“Still, fucking SM strikes again,” you tut, shaking your head. “The chorus reminds me of Seulgi’s solo.”
“Oh god, this better not be another ‘Sticker sounds like a revamped Don’t Call Me’ thing.” She teases.
“It did!” You argue. “The beat was just sped up!”
“Don’t talk to me about the recorder trill song.”
“Says the ‘Two Bitches’ apologist.”
“At least that song was good!”
“In what fucking universe is ‘Two bitches’ better than ‘Sticker’?” You reply, eyes wide despite the fact she cannot see you right now.
“Um, in every universe, bitch,” she scoffs, clearly rolling her eyes at you. “Anyways, as much as I’d love to hear more about what is sure to be your hour long rant on men in corsets, I have to go to work.”
“Reina!” You sigh, exasperatedly. “You phoned me!”
“Yeah, because you needed to be aware of the absolute masterpiece that is Phantom.” She replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“And it seriously could not have been sent in a text?” You huff.
“Clearly not!” She sasses back. “I may not be able to see you, but I know for a fact you’re sitting down right now.”
“Well, yeah, but-“
“Which part was it? Was it the flashing eyes? Ten? Kun’s gothic look? The metal claws? All of the above?” She giggles.
“Sounds like someone is projecting,” you mutter, leaning forward to hide your head in your hands.
“Guilty!” She laughs once more. “Anyways, I really have to go cause I may or may not have actually called you on my break. Talk to you later! Ciao!”
“Reina-“
However, before another word of protest can leave your lips, she ends the call.
Little does she realize the storm she left you sitting in as eight males continue to stare you down in the cinema room. You let out a long sigh.
“Um, good afternoon?” You attempt a greeting.
“Winwin, huh?” Yeosang is surprisingly the first one to break the silence, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looks at you expectantly.
You shrug in your own defence, “he got fucking lines, finally.”
“Yes, I’m well aware,” Jongho grumbles, pouting as he sits beside you on the couch.
“Whoops,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously. “Sorry about that, bubs.”
Reaching over, you pat his arm comfortingly, noticing how he immediately seems to relax the slightest bit beneath your touch.
“Is this a common occurrence?” Yunho quirks a brow, leaning against the wall.
“With WayV and Reina? Oh, yeah,” you nod. “I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to call. Last time she called me ten minutes after the music video dropped because she ‘needed time to watch it again first.’”
“You seem much calmer than she is, though,” Wooyoung observes.
“I am still processing in my semi-awake state,” you reply honestly, touching the tips of your fingers together as you lean forward, resting your elbows onto your knees. “Then again, it’d be a lot worse if it were a VIXX comeback, or SHINee. Still, oof.”
“Oof?” Mingi repeats, eyebrows raised.
“It’s a good song!” You shrug, defending yourself. “The concept is great, and it’s been a while since the last WayV release, so…” Then, more to yourself, “I wonder what the b-side release will be…”
“B-side?” Hongjoong quirks a brow.
“It’s usually also a banger,” you nod to yourself as if remembering something. “Mmmh, Action Figure.”
Taking a look around the room, you let out a sigh.
“Look, if you’re going to be jealous about it, can you go and do it somewhere else?” You spare a glance at all of them and notice how Jongho, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang seem to relax the slightest. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this excited over an NCT comeback.”
The way you see both San’s and Wooyoung’s pouts deepen causes you to let out another sigh.
“Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean I don’t like them,” you remind them all.
“We know, Darling,” Jongho replies, leaning further back into the couch. “It’s just difficult to watch you practically drooling over other men.”
“Do you honestly all think I’ve never thought about any of you in such ways before?” Your question has an immediate silence settling over the room. “Why would I want people who don’t even know I exist over eight highly powerful, extremely attractive Kings?”
Eight pleased growls echo around the room.
“Look,” you exhale a long sigh, standing back to your feet, “if there’s one thing I need you all to understand, it’s that despite wherever it may seem that we are in our individual relationships, I am committed to you, not anyone else. Yes, I joke, and yes I tease, but I would never act on such things. Loyalty is something I value above anything else, and you’ve all had mine since I started falling for all of you.”
“You’ve had ours since before you came to us,” Seonghwa voices the thought on all of their minds.
You turn to face him, a soft upturn to your lips. “I know. That’s why I don’t get jealous. I mean, I usually don’t, anyways, but you don’t think I’ve realized that you all probably have your own little fan clubs of demons pining for your affection?” You chuckle, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Just because I have interests, doesn’t mean I’m going to up and leave you all at the drop of a hat.”
They remain silent for the moment.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change, and then I’m going to come back and spend the day either binging anime or music videos because it’s been a while since I’ve done either.” You say, already moving towards the door. “You’re all welcome to join me-“ at the way Wooyoung’s eyes gleam, you’re quick to add, “not while I’m changing.” Your narrowed eyes zero in on the way his pout is immediately back on his face. “As I was saying,” you continue, “you’re all welcome to join me when I get back. I would be more than happy to finally share some of my favourite things with you.”
Before you give any of them a chance to respond, you’ve left the room.
Not even fifteen minutes later you walk back into the cinema room to see all eight of them sitting in different spots, seemingly waiting patiently for your return. You smile, a fact which immediately brightens the room.
“I’m glad you all stayed,” you say, nothing but honesty dripping from your words as you make your way back over to the one couch to sit between Jongho and Yeosang, much to the other’s disappointment.
“We are always happy to learn more about you, Dearest,” Yeosang replies as he watches you sit beside him.
“Then, I think it’s time to show you all of my favourite songs,” you grin, already cuing up the next video on screen. “Warning: not all of them are happy.”
“We would love that,” Yunho smiles at you from across the room.
“Good,” you return the look, “because my favourite songs reveal more about me than I ever could.”
Little do you realize how each male straightens the slightest bit at your words. The significance and meaning of you opening yourself up in such a way washes over each and every one of them, hearts swelling in their chests. Attentively, they watch the screen.
For the next two and a half hours, you show them your favourite songs and music videos. Sure, a few of them, like Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong all still get jealous when you praise certain people on screen, but you notice it’s nowhere near as bad as it was before. Looks like your words truly did reassure them more than you’ll ever know.
“You seem to have a thing for dancers,” Yunho quirks a brow at you from across the way, and you notice how Wooyoung perks up immediately.
“Do I?” You hum knowingly. “I thought I mentioned how I appreciate good dancing before.”
“Once or twice,” Mingi grins, shooting a look towards San, whom then both turn towards Wooyoung in the next moment.
“I’d be more than happy to dance for you sometime, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung meets your gaze, and you notice how he rests his head on his one arm as he turns his whole body to look at you from across the room.
“I’d love that,” you smile back, and instantly Wooyoung can feel his heart absolutely pounding in his chest.
Just then, your phone pings, and you notice it’s a message from Reina. Only, when you open it, your eyes nearly bug right out of your head. That is, until the corner of your lips are quirking upwards.
Subtly, you shift your phone to show Yeosang the picture that is now displayed on your screen, seeing as you’ve taken the liberty to lean against him as more time had passed.
His reaction is immediate, and you can feel the way his breath hitches in his throat as his whole body tenses beneath you. His grip around your waist tightens ever so slightly, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that his eyes are glued to your screen.
Fucking hell, she’s trying to kill me. With each second that passes by, Yeosang finds it harder and harder to control himself around you, his gaze still never leaving your phone.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho glancing towards you with a curious gleam in his own. So, of course, you turn your phone to show him now, too.
This time, his reaction is instantly verbalized as a low curse escapes his lips.
All heads turn to look at you. You quirk a brow, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips.
“Here,” you shift slightly, choosing your next target carefully, “catch.”
In an instant, you’ve tossed your phone at San, noticing how both Yunho and Wooyoung surround him on either side. Wooyoung’s eyes nearly bug right out of his head as he sees the photo onscreen, practically snatching the phone from San’s grip as he stares at the picture presented to him.
“What? What’s going on?” Mingi, oh so innocently, asks, sitting forward in his spot.
“See for yourself,” Yunho clears his throat, snatching the phone from an overly eager Wooyoung who whines as soon as the picture disappears from sight.
You notice San still sits frozen in his spot, hand still in front of his body as if he’s still holding onto your phone. You giggle.
I think the correct term is she’s trying to kill us. Mingi has to stop himself from physically panting once he sees the image appear onscreen in front of himself.
If one of you don’t tell us what’s going on right now- Hongjoong begins before being cut off by Mingi in the next second.
See for yourself, Mingi tosses your phone at his Captain, who catches it with ease.
Again, his reaction is immediate. Hongjoong’s breathing deepens, and you notice his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness as he glances up at you. Even the eldest fairs no better, a low growl escaping his lips as he leans over to see what his brothers have had the pleasure of observing before him. No wonder they’re all reacting this way.
There, shining on the phone’s screen rests your figure, posing for the camera in the most intricate corset they’ve ever seen in their lives. The way a sultry grin pulls at your painted lips only adds to the image, captivating them at every glance.
“You can swipe right, you know,” you chuckle.
“There’s more?” Seonghwa practically moans out, grip deadly on the cushion beneath his hand.
Your nod is all the confirmation they need.
Instantly, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung are all on their feet, practically stumbling over each other as they race to see the other photos in the set. Jongho and Yunho are more subtle about it, but you can tell there’s an eagerness to their steps as they surround the two eldest still sitting on the couch. Hongjoong still holds your phone in his hand, grip trembling the slightest bit as he begins to swipe through the photos onscreen.
Turning your head slightly, you notice how Yeosang hasn’t moved a single inch yet. You can tell how badly he wants to go look, though, for his entire body is the most ridged its ever been beneath your touch.
Catching his eye, you simply quirk a brow at him, shifting your weight so he can move. Instantly, he’s stood from the couch, shoving his way through his brothers to see the images on your phone.
“Now, who are the one’s drooling?” You chuckle once more, shifting yourself so that you’re laying on your side on the couch.
“My Love, you cannot blame us,” Hongjoong meets your gaze, his eyes flashing black for the briefest of moments.
“I never said I did,” you grin, supporting your head in your one hand as you prop yourself up by your elbow. “Gives me a huge confidence boost knowing I can affect you all in such a way.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Mingi breathes out, both him and Jongho looking towards you out of the corner of their eyes.
“We’ve never-“ Seonghwa clears his throat. “We’ve never seen you like this before.”
“And you’re the only ones that have,” you reply, a devious grin to your lips. “Well, other than Reina, of course. She’s the one that took the photos.”
“You mean…?” Yeosang turns to look at you next.
“I’ve never shown those photos to anybody,” you confirm with a slight nod to your head. “Granted, I almost forgot they existed until she sent them to me again just now.”
“How…?” Wooyoung trails off, glancing between you and your phone, as if he cannot decide where he wants to keep his gaze. He swallows thickly.
“She dragged my ass to a renaissance fair, demanded we try on corsets, and then begged me to take photos for her portfolio,” you explain. At the questioning looks they continue to send you, you chuckle once more. “Reina is a photographer.”
“You mean there’s more photos of you like this?” San sounds a little too eager as he says this.
“Perhaps,” you smirk.
“Where?” Hongjoong’s eyes are near wild as he shifts his gaze to yours once more. “When?”
“Woah,” you giggle, and it does nothing to help the way each male feels in this very moment, “you’re all acting like I showed you my nudes or something.”
“You have nudes?” Mingi’s mouth goes dry, lips parting as he attempts to control his breathing for the moment.
Your eyes widen dramatically, raising your one hand in front of you in your defence as they all turn to look at you eagerly. “No, I do not have nudes. Don’t go snooping through my phone trying to find them, either. You will be severely disappointed.”
The way their shoulders all visibly seem to droop has your eyebrows raising even further.
“I show you several photos of me in a corset and you all decide to start asking for nudes,” you tut teasingly. “And here I thought I was the needy one.”
“You know,” Yunho clears his throat, “if you need any help sorting out those needs, we are more than happy to assist you.”
If your eyes go any wider, and you think that your eyeballs will fall right out of your head.
Then, a teasing grin is pulling at your lips as you quirk a brow. “All of you?”
“All of us.” San replies, breathlessly.
“At the same time?”
An air of stillness settles over all of them as you watch them stiffen.
“At the same time.” Seonghwa confirms, voice barely above a whisper as he meets your gaze.
“So, you would be okay with that?” You inquire, nothing but curiosity reflected in your tone. “If I wanted more than one of you at a time?”
“If that is what you so desire,” Hongjoong confirms, chest rising and falling dramatically as he meets your gaze. “As long as it was us, and only us."
“We only want to please you, Dearest,” Yeosang breathes, voice low and airy.
You nod, the corner of your lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “So, if I said only one of you could touch me while the others watched, you’d all be okay with that?”
Eight low growls reach your ears as their eyes flash.
“If that is what you wanted, Baby, we’d be more than happy to oblige,” San’s voice is but a low drawl on his lips, nothing but desire shining within his eyes as he trails his gaze over your figure laying on the couch. Of course, he’s hoping that he’ll be the only one able to touch you right now while the others watch, if that’s truly what you’re implying is about to happen.
“Seeing you experiencing pleasure would be enough for any one of us, as long as we got to experience it with you.” Seonghwa breathes, eyes locked on your figure as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
You cannot help it, your breath hitches in your throat, and you find yourself immediately sitting up. Crossing your legs over one another, you take the time to meet each one of their gazes, seeing nothing but sincerity and desire for you shining within their orbs. You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat.
“Whatever you want,” Mingi rumbles out.
“Whenever you need it,” Yunho adds, just as lowly.
Cautiously, Wooyoung takes a small step towards you. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them as he trails his gaze shamelessly over your body, locking in on the way your legs shift subconsciously the closer he gets to you.
“Please, won’t you let us experience you like this, Angel?” His voice is low, desperate as he comes to stand directly in front of your sitting form on the couch. Slowly, he begins to lower himself onto his knees in front of you, shaking hands reaching out to place them gently on your crossed legs. “I promise we’ll make this worth your while.”
“All we want is to please you,” San’s chest heaves with every breath he takes, dark eyes watching your every movement carefully.
“Say the word, Darling,” Jongho cannot tear his eyes away from yours as he slowly begins stalking towards you. “Say the word, and we’ll do everything in our power to please you.”
You lips part the slightest as you find yourself uncrossing your legs. The whole time, Wooyoung’s hands never leave your body, fingers subtly pressing into the skin of your lower thighs as his palms rest over your knees. His chest rises and falls dramatically as he can hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, along with the way your scent spikes with arousal. His eyes flash once more, and he knows for a fact that he isn’t the only one this affected by you right now.
“Please,” the word is a near whimper on his lips as he looks up into your eyes, “won’t you let us?”
You blink, swallowing thickly as you are surrounded by their lustful stares. You cannot deny the way your entire body heats beneath their gazes, a fire lighting in your veins as they continue to stare at you with nothing but desire in their eyes. This is just as intense for them right now as it is for you, and you cannot help the way need courses through you.
“Okay,” your response is but a whisper on your lips as you stand to your feet.
Collectively, their breaths all catch in their throat as they watch you shift your hand to undo the button on the front of your jeans.
“You mean…?” Seonghwa’s mouth goes dry, eyes flashing as he watches you meet his gaze.
“Yes,” you confirm, your own eyes flashing. “Two of you may touch me while the others watch.”
Wooyoung’s grip on you tightens, and he can feel his whole body tense. None of his brothers have to hear his thoughts to know that he’s just daring them to try and move him from his spot kneeling before you right now.
“Who-“ Wooyoung can barely get the words out to ask you which two of them you want to touch you. His whole body begins to tremble at the thought of being so close to you, yet you choosing someone else.
The grin that pulls onto your features says it all, “whoever else can get to me first.”
The way their gazes all flash black is instantaneous, growls resonating throughout the room as they spare glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes. You have half a mind to quirk a brow at them all until you feel a warmth standing at your back, pressing himself further into you as his arms wrap around your waist.
You notice Wooyoung smirk.
“Like hell I’m letting you have all the fun,” Jongho’s voice is low, right beside your ear as he leans into you. “If we do something you don’t like, you let us know right away, Darling.”
Your heart warms as a soft smile paints your features, “I will.”
Jongho’s hands begin to toy with the hem of your shirt as you feel Wooyoung slide his own up your thighs. Slowly, the elder of the two begins to drag the zipper of your jeans down, eyes locked on your own and searching for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. He finds none.
“May we?” Wooyoung’s voice is low, and you can feel the way his fingers shake against your skin as he barely hooks the tips beneath the waistline of your jeans.
Six pairs of eager eyes watch you closely from around the room, each male settling into a spot where they can see you clearly. They will savour this moment for eternity, for as long as you will allow them to indulge.
“You may,” you confirm. However, your hand on top of Jongho’s pauses his movements of stripping you of your shirt. “But, my shirt stays on. I’m not being the only one naked in a room full of eight men. Sorry boys, that’s one power dynamic I do not like.”
“As you wish, My Queen,” Jongho’s voice is low, nothing but a drawl on his lips as he releases the material of your shirt from his grip.
“Whatever makes you most comfortable, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles softly at you from across the room, and you notice all of them staring at you with such fond looks in their eyes.
“We are just happy to be sharing such a moment with you,” Yunho says, lips parting as he watches Wooyoung drag the material of your jeans down your legs.
“Our Queen,” San’s voice rumbles out, eyes flashing as he trails his gaze over your body.
Eight pleased growls reach your ears, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A fact of which both males holding onto you feel, making them smirk.
Jongho’s hands settle on your waist, thumbs gently stroking over your skin as Wooyoung helps you step out of your jeans. In the next moment, he hooks his fingers through the waistline of your panties, eyes shining as he meets your gaze once more. As soon as he sees you give him a nod of confirmation, he slowly begins to drag the offending material down your legs.
Again, a shiver caresses your spine at the feeling of his fingers trailing over your skin.
The full scent of your arousal begins to fill the room, echoed only by the low growls you can hear as they all take a deep breath. You can practically feel Jongho’s chest humming against your back as he pulls you the slightest bit closer into him for the moment.
“Fuck, you smell so good, Darling,” Jongho begins to nip at the skin of your ear, his voice but a low rumble. Several growls of agreement echo throughout the room. “Makes me desperate for a taste.”
The way your breath hitches is music to all of their ears.
“You’re not the only desperate one here, brother,” Seonghwa practically growls at the youngest, dark eyes trained in on the apex of your thighs.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Yunho smirk, licking his lips knowingly.
“What I wouldn’t give for a taste right now,” San pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he clings onto the couch he’s sitting on for dear life.
Never would you have expected the effect of feeling all of their hungry gazes on you like this. The desire alone you can see swimming beneath the blackness of their eyes sets your heart racing, feeling yourself clench around nothing the more comments that keep slipping passed their lips.
Glancing down once more, you see Wooyoung bring your panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply as a low groan escapes his lips. His whole body shudders as his eyes flash open, instantly captivating you at the darkness swirling within.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “just as perfect as I remember.”
You cannot deny the way your stomach twists in pleasure.
Slowly, you reach a hand out to cup the side of Wooyoung’s face in your palm, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch. You smirk.
“How about we let someone else enjoy these for now, hmm?” You hum, shifting your grip slightly to snatch your panties out of his one hand.
As soon as you right yourself, you see six pairs of eyes locked intently on your figure. Stepping out of the two youngest’s hold, you begin walking towards one male in particular who straightens in his seat.
Hongjoong can feel his heart absolutely pounding beneath his chest as you come to stand in front of him with those hooded eyes of yours. He swallows thickly, watching you with dark eyes of his own as you gracefully drop your panties into his lap.
You flick a brow at him teasingly, that damned smirk pulling at your lips as you drawl out an, “enjoy, Captain.”
Hongjoong has half the mind to pull you into his lap right this very second, and claim you in front of the others like he’s always desired. Oh, so badly does he want to grab you by the hips, and kiss you until you’re breathless, pleasing you until he is the only thing on your mind.
Alas, Hongjoong is a patient man, and he is more than content with this turn of events. Besides, he knows that when the time finally comes where he can finally make you his in every meaning of the way, it will be that much more sweeter.
Reaching down, he’s quick to grasp your panties in his one hand, feeling the jealous stares of his brothers on him as he shamelessly raises the material to his nose and inhales deeply.
A shuddering moan escapes him as your scent fully surrounds him, his fingers tightening subtly on the material in his hand. Hongjoong can feel his already semi-hard cock twitching beneath his slacks, dark eyes locked on your figure as you situate yourself between the two youngest once more.
As soon as Jongho’s hands are back on your waist, you feel him pulling you down onto the couch behind you. His chin rests on your shoulder, back pressed against his chest as he holds you in his lap. He smirks, hearing you let out a small gasp as you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung shift the slightest bit forward.
In the next second, Wooyoung’s hands are back on your knees, his thumb gently stroking over your exposed skin. You notice how your legs seem to be hooked around Jongho’s for the moment, and you have to swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel them both beginning to spread you open for all to see.
The feeling of Wooyoung’s hands running up your inner thighs has another shiver caressing your spine, lips parting in a silent moan. The way Jongho’s thighs tense beneath you has you practically keening against him as you look down to see Wooyoung staring, completely transfixed, at your weeping entrance.
“Fuck, what a pretty pussy you have, Angel,” Wooyoung moans, fingers pressing that much firmer into your skin as he spreads you even further apart.
You cannot help the way you clench at his words, hearing several other low moans echo throughout the room.
“So fucking beautiful,” Mingi growls out, chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath he takes.
“So fucking perfect,” Yeosang groans, eyes fluttering shut as he absolutely revels in this moment right here, right now, with you.
“And all ours,” San practically snarls, eyes flashing black along with all of his brothers’.
“Our Queen,” Hongjoong’s voice is but a low growl as he continues gripping onto your panties for dear life, black eyes locked on the way your dripping entrance clenches around nothing once more.
An unabashed moan tumbles from your lips as your eyes flutter closed, leaning your head back to rest against Jongho’s shoulder.
“My Kings,” your voice is breathless as you practically whimper out those two simple words, but the effect is still immediate.
Eight pleased snarls fill your ears, hearing their breathing all deepen in the next moment. You even feel Jongho twitch beneath you, a fact which makes you smile.
This is everything they could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that you trust them enough to indulge in such fantasies with them, that you are allowing them to even see you in such a state, means more to them than you’ll ever know.
“Fucking hell, she looks so good like this,” Mingi pants, his whole body visibly shaking. “All spread out for us to see.”
“Look at her,” Seonghwa moans, fingers digging harshly into the couch beneath him as he attempts to maintain some form of control over his body for the time being. “She’s practically dripping, and we haven’t even touched her yet.”
“Just how wet is she?” Hongjoong asks the question on all of their minds, gaze focussing in on that pretty pussy of yours on full display for every single one of them.
Wooyoung meets your gaze for the briefest of moments, noting how you nod ever so subtly as he leans even further into you. As soon as he has your consent, he’s shifting his one hand, running a tender thumb over your dripping entrance and feeling just how wet you are.
Shamelessly, a moan tumbles from his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his hands begin to shake. The way your own chest rises and falls dramatically does nothing to help any of them right now.
“She’s soaked,” Wooyoung groans, eyes flashing once more as they settle on your weeping entrance.
“Pretty Baby,” San hums, drawing your attention to him to see him practically devouring you already with his eyes. “Are you enjoying this as much as we are right now?”
“Yes,” your answer is immediate, nothing more than a moan on your lips.
They all groan in response, and you feel Jongho twitch once again beneath you.
“Tell us, Petal,” Yunho’s voice rumbles out, low and seductive, as he draws your attention to him next. “Have you thought about this before? Have you fantasized about one of us touching you? About one of us pleasing you while the others watched?”
Your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow thickly. “Yes.”
Eight pleased snarls sound around the room.
Wooyoung licks his lips, inhaling your scent deeply once more as he slowly begins to lean into you. His hands shamelessly trail up your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as his eyes dart to your own briefly.
“Then, let me make all your dreams come true, Angel.” The warmth of his breath ghosts along the skin of your entrance, causing your whole body to tremble in anticipation. Yet still, he waits for your nod of confirmation.
The feeling of Jongho trailing his hands up your sides and beneath the material of your shirt makes it increasingly harder to think. Still, you manage to nod your head, a breathless ‘please’ falling from your lips in the next second.
The word has barely finished falling from your lips when Wooyoung’s are on you, tongue darting out to finally taste you after so long of simply fantasizing about it. At the same time, Jongho takes this opportunity to cup your breasts over your bra, giving them an appreciative squeeze.
Your reaction is immediate. Your eyes flutter shut as a low moan escapes your parted lips, head being tossed back onto Jongho’s shoulder. Your one hand instantly moves to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair, fingers tugging at his roots as he lets out an appreciative groan.
The second swipe of his tongue between your folds is synonymous with the way Jongho practically tears your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room in the next moment. Your protest practically dies in your throat as you feel Wooyoung beginning to suck your clit into his mouth at the same time Jongho’s hands return to your breasts, kneading the tender flesh beneath his grip. In the next moment, his fingers move to pinch at your hardening nipples, eliciting another of the sweetest moans from your lips as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger.
Your breathing comes in jagged pants, a low curse escaping you in the next moment as you feel Wooyoung laving his mouth over your entire pussy. He pulls you closer, moaning shamelessly into you as his eyes flutter shut.
“Is she as sweet as she looks?” Seonghwa licks his lips, eyes darting between the way Wooyoung devours your dripping entrance, and every beautiful expression you’re giving them right now.
“Sweeter,” Wooyoung moans, feeling you clench around his tongue in response.
“Fuck- look at you,” Jongho groans lowly in your ear, his teeth finding purchase on the skin of your neck in the next second. “Look at you getting lost in the pleasure only we can provide for you.”
Another whimper escapes your lips, fingers tightening their hold in Wooyoung’s hair as you pull him closer into you. A fact which he is more than happy to oblige.
“So fucking beautiful, Starlight,” Mingi growls out once more.
“No idea what you do to us,” Hongjoong snarls, gaze never leaving your figure for one second as he indulges in this moment right alongside his brothers.
“Our perfect Queen,” Yeosang’s voice rumbles out, low and sultry as you just manage to meet his gaze.
Wooyoung moans against you, feeling you clench once more around his tongue at his brother’s words. Greedily, he continues to lave his mouth over your wet cunt, tongue delving between your folds before coming up to flick at your clit. He can feel your sweet nectar flooding his every sense, absolutely loving the way you begin to drip down his chin as he sucks your clit into his mouth yet again. This is everything he could have ever wanted, and so much more.
Nothing could have prepared them for the next word that falls from your lips.
“Yours.”
The eight snarls that greet your ears are unlike anything you’ve ever heard before.
“I don’t think I will ever grow tired of hearing you say that, Petal,” Yunho groans, his entire body visibly shaking as he continues to watch your face contort in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck- Wooyoung-“ your breath hitches as you toss your head back, thighs twitching slightly as both your hands now bury themselves in his hair. “Just like that.”
A pride unlike any other fills his chest as his eyes flash black, a pleased rumble reverberating against your core as he feels you pull him in closer. Wooyoung has to see you fall apart because of him. He just has to. So, he does what he does best. He pulls you even closer, redoubling his efforts as his tongue delves between your folds once more.
You find you can barely keep your eyes open, the pleasure thrumming through your veins drowning you in an ecstasy unlike anything you’ve felt before. The added fact that you can feel their heated gazes on you, noticing how most of them begin to stroke themselves over their pants in time with your breaths has your stomach twisting in pleasure. Never have you ever felt so desired before in your entire life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
What makes this moment all the more intense is the love you can see dripping within their eyes as they continue to stare at you. You can feel it in your bones: they don’t view you as some object to them, but as their equal. Always, and forever, you are theirs, just as much as they are yours.
So, you decide to remind them.
“My Kings,” your voice is low, airy as you can feel your release building within you. You know you have their complete and utter attention as that coil continues to tighten within your lower abdomen, seconds away from snapping. “You’re mine.”
The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel your release washing over you like a wave upon the shore. Your eyes squeeze shut, a loud whine escaping you as your whole body trembles within both Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s hold.
The grip you have on Wooyoung’s hair is deadly as he continues to ride you through your high, tongue greedily devouring every last drop you have to offer him of your sweet nectar. Even Jongho finds it difficult to catch his breath, chest rising and falling right alongside your own as he gently strokes his hands over your sides for the moment.
All that can be heard throughout the room is the sound of heavy breathing and your muted whimpers as Wooyoung laves his tongue lazily over your folds.
Slowly, Jongho begins to trail his lips over the side of your neck, placing tender kisses against your skin and muttering subtle praises into your ear.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, fingers digging into your hips. “So perfect.”
“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung hums, slowly trailing kisses over the skin of your inner thighs as he helps to calm you further, grounding you back to reality with every press of his lips against you. “For me.”
“Our Queen,” Seonghwa hums, looking towards you through hooded eyes. “Thank you, for letting us indulge,”
You smile faintly, still attempting to catch your breath as you are more than content to rest in Jongho’s arms for the moment.
“I didn’t realize that would be so intense,” you manage to get out, resting your one hand over your stomach. Briefly, you spare a glance around the room as a heat blooms on your cheeks. “Did you all, uh-“ you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel all eight pairs of eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “Did you all enjoy it?”
You can feel the way Jongho smiles against your skin as you see the others all glancing at you with nothing but a tender fondness in their eyes.
“More than you’ll ever know, My Love,” Hongjoong is the one who answers, speaking the thoughts on all of their minds. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, some of us need to change.”
Your lips part in mild shock, heart fluttering in your chest as you realize the implications behind his words. Now that you think about it, you do feel a small wet patch against your ass right where you had previously felt the press of Jongho’s hard cock.
“Oh,” you giggle, and again, the sound is like music to their ears.
In the blink of an eye, all of them except for both Wooyoung and Jongho disappear from your sight.
“Are you okay, Darling?” Jongho keeps his voice low as he leans into your ear for the nth time this afternoon.
“We didn’t push you too far, too fast, did we?” Nothing but concern is reflected in Wooyoung’s eyes as he lovingly runs his hand over the skin of your one thigh.
“Not at all,” you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “I rather enjoyed that.”
The brilliant smile that paints Wooyoung’s features sets your heart racing in your chest. A look you’re sure is mirrored on Jongho’s face as he tightens his arms around your waist, hugging you to him as he buried his nose into the side of your neck.
“Next time, don’t tear my bra, though,” you poke Jongho’s one thigh, feeling the way he chuckles beneath you as he slowly closes your legs.
“I can just buy you a new one, Darling,” his voice playfully rumbles out.
“Or I can just make one for you,” Seonghwa reappears instantly, drawing your attention across the room. “I have quite a few ideas after today, anyways.”
“Let me guess,” you grin knowingly, “there’s a corset in there somewhere, isn’t there?”
“Guilty,” he chuckles, just as Mingi appears with a glass of water held in his hand for you.
Taking the glass, you thank him lightly. “Then, there better be one for each of you in that order of yours.”
Immediately, all of their eyes are on you.
“What?” You grin. “I’m not wearing one unless all of you wear one. Make them matching for all I care, but I’m serious about absolutely loving men in corsets.”
You notice all of them swallowing thickly.
“But of course,” Seonghwa breathes, just as the rest of his brothers reappear in the room.
“Anything for you, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles as he hands you a fresh pair of pants and underwear.
“Hehe,” you giggle as you take the clothes from Yeosang’s outstretched hands, “yay!”
A moment of silence settles over the nine of you as you move off of Jongho to slip your fresh pair of panties on.
“Oh, so you don’t want these back?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, your other pair held in his one hand.
You meet his gaze, blinking a few times at him in response. That is, until a devious grin is tugging onto your lips. “I told you to enjoy, didn’t I?”
The way you quirk a brow knowingly at him has him disappearing instantly, hiding your panties somewhere safe in his room before he reappears in the next second.
“No fair!” San whines just as both Wooyoung and Jongho reappear in the room with a fresh set of clothes on. “I want a pair, too.”
A laugh escapes you just as you slip your new pants on, noticing how he’s not the only one who wears a large pout on his face.
“Oh, relax, will you,” you tut teasingly at Mingi, San, and Wooyoung. “I have more panties, you know.”
At your words, all three of them instantly perk up, and you notice Jongho attempting not to look too eager out of the corner of your eyes. You laugh once more as you sit back on the couch, muttering about your damn horny Kings all the while. A fact which makes pleased growls build in their chests yet again.
“Speaking of, you all really do owe a lot to Reina,” you chuckle. “How many times now has she instigated something between us without knowing?”
“So, she’s a photographer, huh?” San inquires, a grin tugging at his lips.
“How many more shoots have you done for her portfolio?” Yeosang asks, oh, so innocently.
“What other types of pictures has she taken of you?” Mingi inquires, an eager look shining in his eyes.
You quirk a brow, noticing how they all stare at you intently.
“Where’s my phone?” You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “I’ll just get her to send me all of the photos when she has a chance.”
Instantly, Hongjoong has your phone in his hand, tossing it to you in the next second. A moment later, and you’ve sent the message off to Reina, telling her to send you all of your past photoshoots with her when she gets a chance.
The excitement you can feel radiating off of them alone has a smile tugging at your features.
“Now, we wait,” you hum, tucking your phone beneath your one thigh as you lean back on the couch.
“Well, hopefully she doesn’t call you crying about WayV again,” Wooyoung jokes, plopping down on the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“She might,” you tease back, a playful quirk to your brow as you lean into him.
Little do you see the brilliant smile that takes over his features as you do so.
“You mentioned something about her ex making her cry?” Mingi’s brow furrows as he recalls your words from earlier.
Immediately, your expression is darkening. “That good for nothing bastard cheated on her. Twice. And then, had the audacity to both blame her for it, and then beg for her back in the next breath.”
“He still contacts her?” Seonghwa’s brow furrows in confusion.
“Sometimes, he tries to,” you reply. “But then he is, oh, so kindly reminded about what I would do to him if I ever saw his face again.”
“More of those delightful violent thoughts of yours, My Love?” Hongjoong grins, knowingly.
“The bloodiest,” you smile, not so innocently back. Then, more to yourself, “serves him right after what he did to her.”
At the few looks you see them sending you, you let out a small sigh.
“I have no sympathy for people like that. People who fall under the categories of the three worst things I believe you could do to another person.” You explain.
“Which are?” Yunho inquires.
“Cheating, for one.” You begin, holding up your finger in the air for emphasis. Then, you’re raising another finger as you list the second, “any form of sexual assault, or rape. I absolutely despise people who feel entitled to another person in any way, shape, or form.”
They nod, waiting patiently for you to continue.
“And the third thing?” Yeosang voices softly, swallowing the sudden dryness in his throat.
You meet his gaze, “making someone believe you have feelings for them, or are in love with them when you couldn’t care less about them.”
A silence settles over the room as the eight males all share a worried glance. They can tell from your body language alone that something happened which made you believe this. Something bad.
“Not even murder?” San jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.
You grin, “nope. Different circumstances. Sometimes, it’s in self defence. I would never despise someone for killing their abuser, or their rapist. Though, on the scale of things, it’d be close fourth, but again, depends on the circumstances.”
“Literally, you could not be more perfect,” Wooyoung sighs dreamily as he rests against your side.
“That being said,” you add, and you notice how you have all of their attention on you once again. You just want to know something, and your curiosity is getting the better of you for the moment. “If I ever wanted you guys to kill someone for me-“
“Done.” Hongjoong replies, a little too eagerly.
“Say the word, and its yours,” Seonghwa breathes.
“Woah,” you raise your hands as much as you can while being held by Wooyoung. “I was just curious, is all.”
“You know we would do anything for you,” Yeosang reminds you. “That includes disposing of or protecting anyone you tell us to.”
You blink, clearly caught off guard for the moment. “Duly noted.”
San takes this opportunity to sit on your opposite side, sliding his arm around your waist where Wooyoung’s hold is scarce.
“Whatever you want, whenever you need it,” he whispers lowly into your ear, successfully causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” You reach over and pat his knee, a smile tugging at your features all the while as you shift your attention back to the screen in front of you “Now, if you don’t mind, a certain red-haired emperor of the sea is calling my name.”
#yandere ateez#yandere kpop#ateez imagines#ateez scenario#ateez smut#yandere jongho#yandere wooyoung#yandere san#yandere seonghwa#yandere yunho#yandere mingi#yandere hongjoong#yandere yeosang#san scenario#wooyoung smut#yeosang scenarios#wooyoung scenario#jongho scenario#jongho smut#yunho scenario#seonghwa scenario#hongjoong scenario#mingi scenario#kpop au#kpop scenario#kpop smut#demon au
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Where NCT would hook up.
Taeil: In the woods on a blanket in broad daylight
Johnny: The bed of a pick up truck under the stars by a river with lighting bugs everywhere.
Taeyong: In his bedroom with all of his stuffed animals turned away facing the wall.
Yuta: Near the woods next to a church behind a storage trailer with a picture of Jesus spray painted on it as there's ominous growling coming from the woods and it feels like a horror movie but he at least brought a blanket (please do not ask why it is so specific like it's an actual lived experience of mine)
Kun: An apartment on the upper east side after a beautiful dinner with champagne waiting in the bedroom.
Doyoung: a deluxe suite at the Ritz Carlton with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries awaiting in the room.
Ten: On the rooftop of his apartment building with fairy lights, a blanket and pillows scattered everywhere.
Jaehyun: On his unmade bed with Johnny in the room passing him a joint once in a while during sex.
Winwin: In his contemporary loft apartment that smells like Dior cologne and is always really cold for some reason.
Jungwoo: On his bedroom floor filled with candy wrappers and socks as Barbie life in the dream house plays in the background
Mark: In a hotel in a different country that he used an alias for because as he said "You can never be too careful"
Xiaojun: In a mall dressing room and he gets paranoid every time things get too quiet or someone walks by.
Hendery: Behind a taco bell at three in the morning and when you call the attention to raccoons he says "let them watch"
Renjun: In his bedroom with the door locked, window covered, and vents stuffed with foam. He does not trust his roommates. Half way through gets a simple hotel room across town because he thought he heard a laugh.
Jeno: The front seat of a semi truck. He honks the horn when he finishes.
Haechan: A motel room with a vibrating bed, pink lighting, mirror on the ceiling and a pole.
Jaemin: On the beach at night on a large picnic blanket, with a bottle of wine and whip cream and an extra blanket to cover with afterwards.
Yangyang: Kun's bed, especially if he knows when Kun will be walking in the door any second.
Chenle: He doesn't hook up.
Jisung: He's in a quaint little motel room but he's acting like someone is going to walk in any second and he'll be in trouble.
#nct#nct 127#taeyong#johnny suh#nct dream#taeil#kun#doyoung#ten lee#Jaehyun#Winwin#Jungwoo#mark lee#Hendery#Xiaojun#renjun#jeno#Haechan#Yangyang#Chenle#Jisung#park jisung#wayv#nct scenarios#wayv scenarios#nct dream scenarios
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Masterlist
Seventeen
Joshua
Cuddling with Joshua
NCT (all units)
Dates with nct
Most likey to: make you flustered
Wayv
Kun
Kun as a Husband
[7:45 am]
Ten
Ten as a Husband
Sleepy
Winwin
Winwin as a Husband
Xiaojun
Xiaojun as a husband
Hendery
Cozy Mornings
Hendery as a Husband
Yangyang
I’ll Be Here to Take Care of You
Yangyang as a Husband
NCT Dream (mark and haechan in 127 section)
Winter Dates with NCT Dream
Renjun
Renjun as a Husband
[2:34 am]
Jeno
Homebody
Jeno as a Husband
Stay the Night
Jaemin
Fake Dating
Jaemin as a Husband
Eavesdropping and Confessions
Chenle
Hidden Feelings
Chenle as a Husband
Jisung
Jisung as a Husband
Sharing Headphones
NCT 127
Things that remind me of NCT 127
NCT 127 as Book Tropes
NCT 127 as Valentines Dates
127 Nicknames they would call you
127 When you’re Sick
127 Words of Affirmation
127 Comforting You
Traveling with 127
127 as Wedding Dates
127 Supporting their Model S/O
Summer Nights with 127
127 as Little Acts of Love
127 During a Horror Movie
127 Trick-or-Treating with Their Kids
Christmas with 127
127 as My Favorite Movie Characters
Soft thoughts about the members
#1 (Mark, Yuta, Taeyong)
#2 (Yuta, Mark, Jaehyun, Doyoung)
#3 (Mark, Taeyong, Doyoung)
#4 (Yuta, Taeyong, Johnny)
#5 (Mark, Haechan, Taeyong, Johnny)
#6 (Haechan, Johnny, Taeil)
#7 (Mark, Yuta, Taeyong)
#8 (All 127)
#9 (Taeyong)
#10 (All 127)
#11 (Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta)
#12 (Mark, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Doyoung)
#13 (Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, Doyoung, Mark, Haechan)
#15 (Taeyong, Jungwoo, Mark)
Taeil
Hugs
Whims
Taeil as a Husband
soft thoughts: #6 ✰ #8 ✰ #10
Johnny
Spending Time with Johnny on his Birthday
Johnny as a Boyfriend
[7:37 pm]
Washing Johnny’s Hair
Flustered
Johnny as a Husband
Bucket List
soft thoughts: #4 ✰ #5 ✰ #6 ✰ #8 ✰ #10 ✰ #11 ✰ #13 ✰ #14
Taeyong
Taeyong as a Boyfriend
Taeyong Daydreaming about the Future
Beach Picnic
Taeyong as a Husband
soft thoughts: #1 ✰ #3 ✰ #4 ✰ #5 ✰ #7 ✰ #8 ✰ #9 ✰ #10 ✰ #11 ✰ #12 ✰ #13 ✰ #15
Yuta
Yuta being Sweet after you had a Long Day
Yuta as a Boyfriend
[1:58 am]
Comfort
Café
My Rockstar
Yuta as a Husband
soft thoughts: #1 ✰ #2 ✰ #4 ✰ #7 ✰ #8 ✰ #10 ✰ #11 ✰ #13 ✰ #14
Doyoung
A Rainy Day with Doyoung
Expensive
Bad Dream
Doyoung as a Husband
Book Club
soft thoughts: #2 ✰ #3 ✰ #8 ✰ #10 ✰ #12 ✰ #13
Jaehyun
Jaehyun Finally Admits his Feelings
Strawberry Sunday
Getting ready with Jaehyun (part one)
Getting Unready with Jaehyun (part two)
Jealous
Surprising Jaehyun after a Work Trip
Jaehyun putting you as his Phone Background
Peaches
[10:34 am]
Blind Date
Mornings
Necklace
Clingy
My Girl
Jaehyun as a Husband
[8:31 am]
Lullaby
Love Song
Finesse
soft thoughts: #2 ✰ #8 ✰ #10 ✰ #12 ✰ #14
Jungwoo
Jungwoo Tries to Impress You
Jungwoo as a Boyfriend
Jungwoo as a Husband
Tea Party
soft thoughts: #8 ✰ #10 ✰ #15
Mark
Mark as a Boyfriend
Self-Care Day with Mark
Croissants & Roses
[9:14 pm]
Glue Song
Flowers
SFW Alphabet
Unrequited Love
Question
[1:47 am]
Innocent Touches
The Flower Shop Owner (part one)
The Flower Shop Owner (part two)
[1:12 pm]
Reading with Mark
[8:31 pm]
Sticky Note
[11:46 pm]
[8:02 pm]
Hold Me?
Good Morning, Baby
Don’t Wanna Say Goodnight
Baking Christmas Cookies
Mark as a Husband
Bittersweet
Sweet Kisses
First Snow
Can I Sit?
[10:12 PM]
soft thoughts: #1 ✰ #2 ✰ #3 ✰ #5 ✰ #7 ✰ #8 ✰ #10 ✰ #12 ✰ #13 ✰ #15
Haechan
Haechan Defends You
[9:53 pm]
Taking a break with Haechan
Journal
Listen to Me
[4:14 pm]
Distraction
Haechan as a Husband
Teddy Bear
Sweetheart
soft thoughts: #5 ✰ #6 ✰ #8 ✰ #10 ✰ #13 ✰ #14
Moodboards
happy mark day!
jungwoo Barbie
kitty taeyong
200 Followers Prompt Event (closed)
Prompts
Flustered | Johnny Suh
Listen to Me | Haechan
300 Followers Prompt Event (closed)
Prompts
Fake Dating | Jaemin
Hidden Feelings | Chenle
400 Followers Event
NCT as Husbands Masterlist
#nct#nct127#nct fluff#nct127 fluff#yuta#yuta fluff#taeyong#taeyong fluff#johnny suh#johnny suh fluff#jaehyun#jaehyun fluff#jungwoo#jungwoo fluff#mark lee#mark lee fluff#haechan#haechan fluff#taeil#taeil fluff#doyoung#doyoung fluff#nct dream#nct dream fluff#seventeen#joshua#joshua hong#svt
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What type of Yandere's WayV(OT7) would be?
(Yes I am doing ot7 cuz I love Lucas too much to let him go)
(Also this is Male Reader, so ladies, please find something else, and if you're sapphic ladies, check out some of my other works)
Kun - The Protective Yandere
He's probably the most lenient(apart from Lucas and Yangyang), only wanting to protect you. Kun would feel like the only punishment he could give you was no candy and no junk food for a week. Yeah, he's more of an annoying parent than a Yandere.
"Honey! No! We're not getting Animal Crossing New Horizons yet! I know you're bored, but we can still play New Leaf. Deal?"
Ten - The Petty Yandere(yes, petty)
He's a bitch, lets be real. If yoy looked at someone for too long, he'd accuse you of cheating. You'd get sick at it, and so everytime he does something petty, you'd have a resting bitch face.
Ten: "I don't care if you like Louis!(1D) You're mine! Mine!"
You: "Ffs...he's just my favorite member!"
Yeah, you're basically an old married couple.
Winwin - The Sadistic Yandere
This motherfucker is a psychopath! He's degrading you, and he punishes you REALLY SEVERELY. He's making fun of you, and basically being a total asshole.
"You're just a pathetic little slut for me to fuck with. You're MY fucking slut. MINE."
Lucas ‐ The Tsundere Yandere
He'd always try to make you think he didn't like you to put you off the scent - even though you liked him back. Lucas can be a bit harsh, but just know that he's actually a soft boi inside.
Tsundere Lucas: "W-what do you mean you wanna watch Friday the 13th with me? T-that's a horror film, you imbicile."
You: "But I can't watch it without you! You'll keep me safe! If you actually cared..." *you start crying*
Yandere Lucas: Oh I'm so sorry! I'll watch anything to protect my love!"
Xiaojun - The Quiet Yandere
I can barely say anything about this guy. He wants you. Thats all that matters. His marks on you tell people everything. You're. His.
"Mine..."
Hendery - The Awkward Yandere
I know, this is a Yandere headcannon. But - I gotta stay true to Hendery's character.
He wouldn't know what to do.
So in the end, you'd be tied up, and he's sheepishly smiling at you.
"I can explain my actions..."
Yangyang - The Sweet Yandere
Okay, you can't stay mad at Yangyang!
He knows that you'd wanna start things slow before starting the relationship, so thats what he does. Soon, he gains your trust. Not wanting to break it, he doesn't say anything about kidnappings and stuff.
Also, if you don't wanna be in a relationship with him - either due to you finding out his weird side or you finding someone else - he'll understand. He'll support you no matter what. He'd gladly watch from the sidelines.
And if your new partner mistreats you...well. Good luck explaining that to him.
(If you end up with someone else)
"You're not in a good relationship! They are taking advantage of your trust and then cheating on you! You deserve someone better!"
(If you end up with him)
*loves wrapping his arms around you* "I oove you, M/N..." *sleepy baby, you can't help but smile*
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𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎.
These are random things you'd do in a relationship with the members of NCT 127!
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TAEIL
Probably listen to random music, like you suggest some of your music to him and y'all just start vibing to it. Lowkey wake up the whole entire house bc for some reason y'all do it in the morning rather than the afternoon or the night😭(This is probably motivated by Taeil's relay cam where he dances to that hype music with Yuta💀). Shhh he's a The Weeknd fan now🤞🏾
JOHNNY
He gives the vibe of someone that just gets up and wants to go somewhere (Yuta as well) he'll just be like "Yo, you wanna go to that new restaurant that opened last week?" And it kinda doesn't matter if you say no or yes, you're going bc he persuades you anyway. Who knows? You might be featured on a ep of JCC🤭
TAEYONG
The Original plan was to watch mean girls but now y'all watching 365 days🚪🚶🏾♀️.... Then y'all watching Sleep away Camp#1. The point is that y'all never follow the original plan to dates(?) Or nights where you wanna relax together. BACK TO 365 DAYS😭 Y'all don't finish it bc Johnny walks in on y'all watching and he doesn't even really pay attention to it but taeyong is too embarrassed so y'all end up watching a horror movie👏🏾
YUTA
(THERE'S SO MUCH I CAN SAY ABT HIM—)
Y'all have deep conversations, LIKE DEEP. It can be about you guys, the world, friendships,social media, politics, etc. It always starts at 11:00pm way after everyone is already asleep and lasts for a good 5 hours..7 if you're lucky😋🤞🏾. Very touchy during the convos, that's probably bc Yuta is a very affectionate person. Then y'all end up being the last ones awake in the morning 🙇🏾♀️
DOYOUNG
Shopping is probably something y'all do alot, it could be grocery or clothing. He looks like someone that spends hours in a boutique FOR YOU😭 you're just like "no it's ok I like this one" and he's like "nooo but look at this one it's a nice shade of purple" like babe we said the first necklace was okay no need to get us 10 more🧐. Sugar daddy frfr🤞🏾 IM SORRY FHSJDVHSWVKD—
JAEHYUN
(Small small small angst but overload of fluff🤞🏾)
When he's mad at you, he's just dead silent AND THE DRYNESS OF HIS ANSWERS TO YOU IS ANGER INDUCING— But then he can't help but smile at your little sulking bc he's like "why was I mad at them in the first place🧐" but then he smiles even more when you try to get his attention by playing his favorite songs. THEN YOU START SINGING ALONG?? HE'S DONE FOR. Yeah by the end of the night y'all kinda forget why y'all were mad each other in the first place, WIN FOR EVERYONE👏🏾👏🏾 (or should I say winwin?? I'm sorry..)
JUNGWOO
Board games is must in this household!!! He's so humble about his very good techniques in games that it worries you a bit, you know he's the angel of the relationship bc if you were as good as him you'd be the most cocky person ever. THE THING IS sometimes he tries to make errors and try to suck so you can win. It's the sad truth bc you don't even realize until he tells you later on and THAT smirk appears on his face😭
MARK
Y'all look up 5 minute craft videos and watch them for hours while clowning it but somehow Mark is like "Dude, we should totally try this!" First, he just address you as the same thing he calls his bestie johnny and other members💀 Second, HE WANTS TO TRY A CRAFT THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE😭 and for some reason you agree bc you can't say no to his cuteness and his excitement. Y'all also watch 7 second riddles, and you turn it into a game where if one gets more right than the other; the Loser has to take table spoons of mayo,ketchup, mustard,sour cream, and ranch (I couldn't think of anything else) also Mark loses so...yeah!
HAECHAN
(Maybe suggestive)
Y'all occasionally go on Omegle 😭 idk y this strikes me as a haechan thing it just does, it's always 50/50. One time y'all pretended to have sex but it was of course off camera and someone literally started Jacking off to it, when the person finished they were like "good job guys, you should become adult content creators!" YALL LEFT THE CHAT TRAUMATIZED💀 that's why y'all go on there very occasionally it's always when y'all are drunk tho😭😭
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Wow would you look at that, me being not as chaotic for headcanons 🤭 Love that for me!❤️❤️😘😘
Anyways, This is the end of the black girl kpop Stan chronicles [BGKSC] for short..No? Okay. give me some suggestions (nothing weird plz🙂🙏🏾) BYE BESTIE BOOS 😋🤞🏾❤️
#nct imagines#nct 127#nct scenarios#nct drabbles#mark lee#taeil x reader#johnny suh#taeyong#haechan#kim jungwoo#jung jaehyun#doyoung#nakamoto yuta#not as chaotic as usual
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NCT x Hunger Games: Tributes and Training
This AU marble has been rolling around in my brain since I rewatched all the movies, the obsession slowly creeping its way back into my subconscious. This is a very niche crossover so I'm not expecting the Venn diagram intersection to be that large, but for those of you who live for things like this...CZENNIE THIS IS FOR YOUU
I've taken creative liberties in order to flesh out each of their backgrounds. Likewise, I've adjusted their ages into eligibility for the games while maintaining their age gaps. Any alliance/friendship talk is strictly platonic.
This particular Games is a Quarter Quell in which two boys and two girls are selected from each District to compete in separate arenas.
WARNING: naturally, this is a Hunger Games AU, which can be heavy subject matter for some people. The AU deals with things like death and weapons and fighting. Likewise, this is a work of fiction. This is not meant to reflect at all on the real-life members of NCT. I don't believe any of them are capable of the horrors of a fictional Hunger Games. I focus more on the Arena/survival element of the Games and the challenges created by the Gamemakers. Please proceed with caution.
Dong Sicheng (Winwin)
17 yrs old
Hailing from a prestigious family, Winwin has had many years to hone his skills for the Hunger Games. He would not consider himself a Career as his focus drifted to other skills growing up, but he is well-loved by the District and the most likely candidate for doting sponsors.
Quiet, mild-mannered, swift—Winwin is a capitol favorite for a reason. He knows how to conduct himself in front of a crowd and has the wisdom of age on his side. Although he is the inheritor to immense wealth, he appears humble.
His chosen skill is hand-to-hand combat in the form of tae kwon do, disarming his opponents before they can attack. Winwin is agile and quick in the heat of the moment.
He forms an official alliance with Chenle (District 1) and an unofficial alliance with Ten Lee (District 8).
Winwin receives an evaluation score of 9
Zhong Chenle
14 yrs old
Son of one of the oldest legacies in the Capitol. He’s not much interested in fighting and wishes he could study instead, but there is an honor owed to his family who has won in the Hunger Games for generations. At 18, he would be required to volunteer, but it is considered a stroke of fortune that his name was chosen while he was still so young.
Chenle is polite, but he can be brash and impulsive, especially when he feels as though he’s been insulted. His youth is at his detriment, he is prone to complaining and moping rather than problem-solving.
His chosen skill is sword-wielding due to his experience in fencing. His survivalist skills, however, are low, and he grows weary quickly.
He forms an alliance with Winwin (District 1).
Chenle receives an evaluation score of 5
Jeong Jaehyun
17 yrs old
A Career Tribute from District 2, Jaehyun is the betting chip on everyone’s mind. Having grown up in gladiator rings and training facilities, he is prepared for the viciousness of the Arena. The District has been talking about his year in the Games since he was a young boy, so he volunteered in hopes to win before his father passes away from his illness.
Stern, stubborn, and realistic, Jaehyun is the face of a District in the business of war. But he has a sensitive side and tends to see much of himself in younger Tributes, a dangerous underbelly to have in the Arena.
Jaehyun does not form any official alliances, but he seems to get along well with Johnny Suh (District 7) and has sympathy for Park Jisung (District 10)
His chosen skill is combat by swords as a result of his gladiator training. He is well-versed in other forms of combat as well, especially close-combat.
Jaehyun receives an evaluation score of 11
Na Jaemin
15 yrs old
Another Career Tribute from District 2, Jaemin volunteered after Jaehyun did. Though he has been training just like Jaehyun, he is significantly younger and seemingly too eager to get out to the Arena. He craves the glory of winning it all and scoffs at the work that it takes to get there. His District is divided in their feelings about him: some commend his fighting spirit in volunteering so young while others believe he took the chance from older, more deserving Careers.
Voracious, greedy, and quick-witted, Jaemin is nothing short of a wild card in the coming Games. No one knows whether he’ll tap into his formal training or fly off the handle in a desperate attempt to win. However, the consensus remains that there is no way he will be able to beat Jaehyun if it comes down to the two of them.
Jaemin does not form any alliances.
His chosen skill is knife-throwing, a form of distance combat that can easily turn to close combat.
Jaemin receives an evaluation score of 8
Lee Taeyong
18 yrs old
Taeyong is the son of the president of District 3. As a showing of solidarity with the people of the District, his name was inserted into the drawing one hundred times. Thus, he anticipated the Games and began to study. He is neither beloved nor despised by his people, but his father hoped his son’s sacrifice in the Games would spur public support. Whether it has or not might determine his success.
Taeyong is intelligent, but he is also timid and hesitant, untrusting of his own decisions. Likewise, he is sensitive to extreme temperatures and dehydration which could prove deadly if he is not careful.
Taeyong forms an alliance with Doyoung (District 3) and Kun (District 6)
His chosen skill is survivalism. His intelligence can help him, but he must live long enough to put it into effect.
Taeyong receives an evaluation score of 6
Kim Doyoung
17 yrs old
The son of a wealthy and successful family in District 3, Doyoung is another strong contender. What he lacks in brute strength he makes up for in unprecedented genius. Doyoung’s family is well-known for their contributions to the District and the Capitol, which meant his name was only inserted once this year, but the odds were not in his favor. Even so, there are high hopes for his success.
Rational, brilliant, and thorough, Doyoung is a likely contender for the Game. Yet, his brusque nature and high odds make him a target for more inexperienced players. If they let him out of their sight, it could spell trouble for everyone.
Doyoung forms an alliance with Taeyong (District 3) and Kun (District 6)
His chosen skill is primitive trapping and rigging technology as well as plant/animal identification. He is learning as much as he can about all the possible terrains so that he might have the highest chance of success in each.
Doyoung receives an evaluation score of 9
Moon Taeil
18 yrs old
In his last year of eligibility, Taeil was reaped from his forty-three entries. He is from a widely-known family in the district, notable for their many children and need for tesserae each year. Although he is not a strong fighter, he is a beloved icon of the simplicity of District 4, the residents of which support him enthusiastically.
Taeil has age on his side, imbuing him with a strong responsibility and loyalty. But his skills are lacking and he may not have what it takes to even compete in the games. He is strong in the upper part of his body from helping with the fishing nets, and he has nimble fingers from the various repairs that needed to be made. His District loves him, but they are not hopeful for his return. He is far too self-sacrificial.
Taeil does not form any alliances.
His chosen skill is wound care and herbal remedy brewing. He may not be able to fight, but he can tend to wounds inflicted by other Tributes. His fingers are skillful and his recovery time is quick.
Taeil receives an evaluation score of 6
Huan Guanheng (Hendery)
16 yrs old
Hendery volunteered in place of his ill, feeble younger brother who would stand no chance in the Arena. His District and the Capitol commended his bravery, but he is tight-lipped in interviews and hesitant to speak too highly of himself. He has a sort of whimsical mysteriousness that keeps people intrigued, but he suffers on the front of gaining sponsors.
However, Hendery is crafty and resourceful. He would do well in a hot tropical climate with bodies of water. His senses are heightened; he can hear and feel what others cannot. However, he is extremely trusting which could cause him trouble with the other Tributes.
Hendery forms an alliance with Xiao Dejun (District 11) and Huang Renjun (District 11)
His chosen skill is spear-throwing, hoping to extrapolate his knowledge of spearfishing into combat. He does best at a distance. He has incredible stamina when running.
Hendery receives an evaluation score of 7
Lee Haechan
15 yrs old
Haechan was reaped for District 5, the youngest of his family and last to still be eligible for the Games. He promised his District that he would win during one of his historic Capitol interviews which has garnered a good bit of sponsorship buzz for him in the preparatory period. He has a mischievous and playful air, even knowing his fate.
He is somewhat petulant in training which makes him an instant target of some of the more skilled tributes. He doesn’t seem all that interested in preparing for the games and much prefers to joke around. His lack of preparation could prove fatal even in the face of his raw stamina. However, he never doubts himself and is quick in deciding what to do.
Haechan forms an alliance with Mark Lee (District 5).
His chosen skill is trapping. He focuses in training on creating primitive trip wires and explosives to hopefully stay in the trees while his opponents fall for his games. He can go many days without food, making his plan a promising one.
Haechan receives an evaluation score of 8
Mark Lee
16 yrs old
Mark hails from a modest District 5 upbringing. His mother and father work in the factories. His older brother died as a Tribute in the previous Hunger Games. His story is compelling to Capitol-dwellers as he seeks to ‘avenge’ his brother’s death. However, Mark is not what they expect him to be, much more soft-spoken and amiable. This disappointment costs him a few precious sponsors.
Mark is good-natured. He wants to live, but he is haunted by the thought of witnessing the death of any of the other Tributes. Haechan tries to encourage him to get into it, but he’s far too nervous. His temperament dampens his odds of winning.
Mark forms an alliance with Haechan (District 5).
His chosen skill is survivalism and climbing. He has significant experience in scaling battery towers in his district. He plans to stay in the trees with Haechan as long as he can.
Mark receives an evaluation score of 6
Qian Kun
17 yrs old
Kun is reaped as the one boy rather than two to be sent to the Quarter Quell because of the District's contributions to the Capitol in the past year. He comes from a dependable family and is the grandson of a former victor. He hasn’t had much training, but he has traveled around the districts and experienced a variety of terrains. He camps and hunts and fishes occasionally. His kind face makes him an attractive option for sponsors.
It is not just Kun’s face that is kind. He, too, is soft-edged while still being determined and calculating. He takes on a leadership role with some of the younger tributes but reminds them that he is not their protector in the Arena, as much as the idea hurts him. Kun’s comfort in the great outdoors is his greatest asset.
Kun does not form any official alliances, but he is well-liked by most of the tributes.
His chosen skill is combat with a sharp sickle. He trains with other weaponry too, showing little partisanship.
Kun receives an evaluation score of 9
Johnny Suh
18 yrs old
In his last year of eligibility, Johnny Suh is reaped for the Games. Though he is not an official Career Tribute, his skill is similar to that of one and he becomes one of the top bets for victory. His aunt was a victor some years back. His older sister competed but was the second to last Tribute to be killed. He and his family are well-known in the District. He is strikingly handsome as well, garnering him some adoring sponsors.
While Johnny is the recipient of such adoration, he is rather serious and grave when it comes to the games. He has an assuredness about him, but it didn’t come easily. He trusts his own skill and strength. He is a bit of a lone wolf, however, despite getting along with the other tributes.
Johnny does not form any official alliances, but he gets along well with Jaehyun (District 2).
His chosen skill is combat with dual axes. He can engage both in close combat and climb trees and cliffs with the tools.
Johnny receives an evaluation score of 10
Lee Jeno
15 yrs old
While younger than Johnny, Jeno seems far more eager to be a Tribute in the Games. He is an only child and has never had his name in more than five times. Even though his odds of entering the Arena were slim, he continued to prepare by studying the performance of other victors and committing the various traps, landscapes, and dangers to memory. He is just as handsome and appealing as Johnny, but his sometimes abrasive personality drives sponsors away.
Jeno is not as level-headed as Johnny. He is ambitious and bold but likewise brash and unfeeling. He wants to succeed after having trained for so long, but the pressures of representing his District begin to weigh on him as he trains. He wants to be in alliances, but has a hard time getting to know people without remembering what he will have to do to them. He develops a fleeting friendship with Jaemin (District 2), but they part ways officially the night before the Games begin.
Jeno does not form any alliances.
His chosen skill is axe-wielding. He is not as experienced as Johnny, but he is strong and capable.
Jeno receives an evaluation score of 9
Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)
17 yrs old
Nearly to the end of his eligibility, Ten is reaped from his handful of entries into the Games. There is nothing particularly interesting about his upbringing. His parents are like many others, factory workers in textiles. His has an older sister who successfully avoided the Games.
Captivating, elegant, and verbally venomous, Ten receives a good bit of attention from the Capitol thanks to his television appearances as a child. He knows the games to play to put people in suspense and keep them coming back for more. He becomes a conditional favorite, always teetering between pandering jabber and cutthroat critiques of the Capitol.
Ten forms an alliance with Winwin (District 1).
His chosen skill is stealth and sleight of hand. He practices hiding in different terrains as well as pickpocketing other Tributes.
Ten receives an evaluation score of 8
Nakamoto Yuta
18 yrs old
Yuta is happy to have helped thousands of other children evade Reaping, or so he’s said as much in his interviews. His parents died in a factory fire when he was young, and he has no siblings to care for or return to. He is essentially the Game’s perfect candidate—a perfect sacrifice.
Yuta loves to perform for the people. He is charming in conversation and always impeccably dressed, thanks to his stylists from District 8. He seems unaffected by the reality of the Games and wants to lift everyone’s spirits, even the Tributes. He gains a small following of sponsors, but they are wary to support him since he has seemingly no reason to make it out alive.
Yuta does not form any alliances.
His chosen skill is survivalism, particularly shelter-building and knot-tying. He has a bit of training in hand-to-hand combat, but not much. However, due to growing up in a landlocked District, Yuta cannot swim.
Yuta receives an evaluation score of 8
Yangyang
15 yrs old
Because the previous victor of the Games was from District 9, the Quarter Quell only requested one boy from the District to compete, still chosen by the Reaping. Although he is young, he has been living away from home learning herbal recipes and remedies from a mentor in the mountains, so he has skills that would otherwise be undeveloped in his region.
Yangyang is immature on the surface but tireless and perceptive when it comes to healing. His affinity for plant identification makes him an interesting Tribute for the Capitol to follow, especially after allegations that the Gamemakers rate this sort of skill unfairly in the evaluations. In interviews, however, Yangyang can be somewhat oblivious, missing smaller social cues from the interviewer and answering questions in a dizzyingly straightforward manner.
Yangyang forms an alliance with Shotaro (District 12) and Sungchan (District 12)
His chosen skill is flora/fauna identification as well as herbal healing remedies.
Yangyang receives an evaluation score of 7
Kim Jungwoo
16 yrs old
Reaped right after Jisung, Jungwoo finds himself at least psychologically tasked with his protection. He doesn’t know Jisung or his family, but it hurts him too much to go into the Arena without at least keeping an eye on the boy. However, he is counting on his own survival so that he may return to his ailing parents and care for them.
Jungwoo is principled, he doesn’t like to do what is against his personal values. He is sweet, earning him positive attention from many sponsors. However, he comes off as weak-willed, bringing a wave of disapproval from both his District who expect him to protect Jisung and those in the Capitol who are betting on him.
Jungwoo forms an alliance with Jisung (District 10).
His chosen skill is survivalism, especially killing and cooking his own food thanks to his vast knowledge in livestock rearing. He is not very skilled in combat, but he can stay alive if he is not found by other Tributes.
Jungwoo receives an evaluation score of 6
Park Jisung
13 yrs old
This year’s youngest Tribute, Jisung is chosen from just three entries in his second year of eligibility. He has a younger sister who needed food for the year, thus his extra entry. His mother is despondent, claiming that the entry for the tesserae was the one that got him Reaped. Many sponsors feel bad for the young boy and want to at least see him make it past the first day.
Jisung is quiet and shy. He is young, small, and fast which gives him advantage in distance combat, but he cannot defend himself in any other way. As he was walking up to the stage, his mother grabbed him and told him to hide and never come out. He is expected to do just that.
Jisung forms an alliance with Jungwoo (District 10) and an unlikely friendship with Jaehyun (District 2).
His chosen skill is camouflage and hiding. He is practicing his climbing and running stamina. His survivalist skills are low, but he knows his way around animal temperaments.
Jisung receives an evaluation score of 4
Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun)
16 yrs old
Xiaojun was born to a well-off family in District 11, strictly in comparison to others in the area. His mother died when he was very young, so he and his father didn’t need as many tesserae with just the two of them. Thus, Xiaojun was raised on a family farm, usually hiding in the reeds with a crossbow to shoot off crows from the crops.
Xiaojun is strikingly beautiful. He almost has a Capitol-like face which makes him an instant favorite. However, he is shy and nervous, especially in interviews. He takes his family and his home very seriously, growing visibly irritated whenever someone speaks poorly of them. He doesn’t like the fancy clothes he has to wear for televised appearances; he finds them uncomfortable.
Xiaojun forms an alliance with Renjun (District 11) and Hendery (District 4).
His chosen skill is archery/crossbow because of his experience in the crop fields. He is highly skilled and good at sneaking up on his prey.
Xiaojun receives an evaluation score of 7
Huang Renjun
15 yrs old
Renjun comes from a very poor family with many mouths to feed, hence his heightened odds in the reaping. He is very close to his family and dependent on them, so he takes on a rather sorrowful disposition once he is in the Capitol, unable to enjoy any of the preceding festivities. In an interesting twist, his unusual air gains him a good following from those in the Capitol. They suspect he will be a dark horse in the Games.
Prudent, uncomplaining, Renjun has a leg up on other Tributes his age simply because of his wisdom and maturity. He knows when to keep quiet and when to speak his mind. He is straightforward in all of his interviews and in his evaluations. He assures people that his size will not impede him in the end. He will do everything he can to live.
Renjun forms an alliance with Xiaojun (District 11) and Hendery (District 4).
His chosen skill is hiding and attacking from a distance with poison blow darts. He’s been practicing his aim and accuracy during his sessions as well as the best way to hide after he’s been spotted.
Renjun receives an evaluation score of 6
Osaki Shotaro
15 yrs old
It is widely uncommon for two chosen Tributes to know one another, much less to be childhood friends. But for Shotaro and Sungchan, this is exactly the case. Though they weren’t standing side-by-side in the crowd due to their age difference, they were doing so on stage once the Tributes had been announced.
Shotaro has a soft and understanding personality. He becomes known in the Capitol for his encouraging smile and sweetness towards the other Tributes in training, but some believe that his vulnerability will hurt him in the Arena, thus costing him a good bit of sponsors. But it might just be his high spirits that help him endure the hardest moments of the Games.
Shotaro forms an alliance with Sungchan (District 12) and Yangyang (District 9).
His chosen skill is machete-wielding for survivalism and self-defense.
Shotaro receives an evaluation score of 7
Jung Sungchan
14 yrs old
Because of their friendship, Sungchan and Shotaro tend to keep to themselves in training and interview preparation. Their partnership is appealing to Capitol-dwellers, most of them curious about what will be done if they are the remaining two Tributes where only one victor can emerge. Their mentor advises them to play up their friendship for the crowds.
Sungchan is more outgoing than Shotaro and gains the most attention during his television appearances. He tells well-times jokes and knows when to step back and reassess. His skills tend to extend to training, but he is still young and sensitive to the intensity of the whole ordeal. Shotaro is protective over him, especially around other Tributes.
Sungchan forms an alliance with Shotaro (District 12) and Yangyang (District 9)
He does not choose a skill. During training, Sungchan practices a little bit of everything, and during his evaluation, he simply creates an altar of rocks dedicated to his father who was killed in the mines when he was young.
Sungchan receives an evaluation score of 2
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♡ ₊ ˚ 🦢 ‧ ₊ ✧ NCT MASTERLIST ♡ ₊ ˚ 🦢 ‧
☆ taeyong
• n/a
☆ taeil
• n/a
★ johnny
• coffee | fluff, 1.0k
• gym bro | fluff, 1.3k
• late night dinner | fluff, drabble, 0.6k
• happy birthday | smut, 18+, 1.5k (ft. jaehyun)
• seoul storm | fluff, 0.6k
☆ yuta
• n/a
☆ kun
• n/a
☆ doyoung
• n/a
☆ ten
• n/a
★ jaehyun
• polaroid kisses | fluff, 1.0k
• happy birthday | smut, 18+, 1.5k (ft. johnny)
☆ winwin
• n/a
☆ jungwoo
• n/a
★ mark
• missing person | horror / thriller preview, 0.7k
• missing person | horror / thriller, 7k
☆ xiaojun
• n/a
☆ hendery
• n/a
★ renjun
• pint | fluff, 0.7k
★ jeno
• glitter | domestic / fluff, 2.2k
☆ haechan
• n/a
★ jaemin
• customer service | angst with a happy ending, 1.1k
• photographer | smut, 1.4k
★ yangyang
• parties | fluff, 1.2k
★ chenle
• target run | angst + fluff, 1.2k
• midnight breeze | smut, 0.8k
• koala | fluff + domestic, 1k
☆ jisung
• n/a
♡ ₊ ˚ 🦢 ‧ ₊ ✧ ♡ ₊ ˚ 🦢 ‧ ₊ ✧ ♡ ₊ ˚ 🦢 ‧ ₊ ✧ ♡ ₊ ˚ 🦢 ‧ ₊ ✧ ♡ ₊ ˚
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⊹ ˚‧ ✩ DOC 001: INTRO ✩ ‧˚ ⊹
⋆ ┆ Rivi is my name on here ^^ but honestly any nicknames are welcome just remember to stop using it if i express any discomfort . I go by she/her pronouns so please respect that!
⋆ ┆ '04 liner➡ so anyone younger than 15 please don't message and I may reblog nsfw works so minors please block the #nsfw tag
⋆ ┆ MBTI - infj-t this really tells about like 60% of my personality & my birthday - December 24th so I'm a Capricorn <3 and this is the other 40%
⋆ ┆ desi➡ I'm from India and I go by IST (Indian standard time) if it helps you !!!
⋆ ┆ work➡ I'm currently pursuing my degree in college so if I don't respond to messages or am late please respect that !!
⋆ ┆ DNI➡ Blank Blogs | Porn bots | Ped0philes | Anyone against the LGBTQ+ community | Fet!shizers (of any kind) | Rac!sts | Disrespectful towards others’ gender, beliefs, religions | Hater of kpop | Krp accounts | Plagiarizer | Other basic criteria.. !!
⋆ ┆ pls interact➡ literally anyone who isn't in the dni criteria but special mentions to animal blogs | kpop writers | fanfic nets | oc creators | moodboard creators | poetry blogs | positivity blogs. etc
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⊹ ˚‧ ✩ DOC 002: LIKES ✩ ‧˚ ⊹
⋆ ┆big yess ➡ CATS !!!! and other animals too but mainly cats, psychology, music no specific genre and ofcourse recs are always appreciated, reading any genre but especially thriller and fantasy, i love food and drinks, poetry and quotes, the scenery and cosmic elements, watching movies and anime and reading mangas, cooking asmr not eating, the rain and snow, plushies, and taking candid pictures ! don't think twice to drop me pictures or recommendations on any of these topics !!!
⊹ ˚‧ ✩ DOC 003: DISLIKES ✩ ‧˚ ⊹
⋆ ┆ major pass ➡ everything in the 'DNI' criteria, peas, overly slow walkers, people who can't take the same energy that they give, unnecessarily rude people, people who shame others based on their lifestyles, people with superiority complexes, partiality, biased judgement, horror movies and stories, insects.
⊹ ˚‧ ✩ DOC 004: AT THE MOMENT ✩ ‧˚ ⊹
⋆ ┆reading ➡ One of us is lying
⋆ ┆ watching ➡ marry my husband
⋆ ┆ listening ➡ the grudge, olivia rodrigo
⋆ ┆ status ➡ trying to be active
⊹ ˚‧ ✩ DOC 005: LOVELIST ✩ ‧˚ ⊹
⋆ ┆ ultimate groups ➡ stray kids, nct, the boyz, seventeen
⋆ ┆ ultimate biases ➡ Seo Changbin, Lee Taeyong, Na Jaemin, Kim Sunwoo, Xu Minghao (The8), Hwang Yeji, Ha Sooyoung (yves), Lee Yubin (dami).
⋆ ┆ other groups ➡ day6, enhypen, ive, newjeans, txt, dreamcatcher, itzy, one pact, loona, ateez, blackpink, twice, lesserafim, p1harmony, stayc, aespa, gidle, astro, the rose, riize
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UNHOLY - Chapter Fifteen
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summary: the night and into the morning before the trial that will determine the fates of Yuta and Ten, it’s all you can think about, dream about, have nightmares about. But when you wake, you find yourself plunged into a new dawn of horror
length: 14,467 words
tags: smut, threesome, double penetration, creampie, etc.
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You’re not sure how long it takes before you truly and deeply fall asleep that night before the trial. For a while, it feels like you’ll never sink into the true state of peace that sleep should bring you. Once you’ve cried until you feel worn out, your eyes raw and puffy, you slowly drift out of consciousness.
Yet still.
Every time either Mark or WinWin moves, you wake. Each time that the lights you created on the ceiling flare a little too brightly, you wake. Your night consists of restless sleep, twisted dreams, Mark comfortingly telling you to go back to sleep.
Your first nightmare of the night begins a little too realistically.
Your dream opens in the dark bedroom. You can hear WinWin breathing beside you, and you can feel Mark’s cool arm against yours.
At first, you think you’ve actually woken, and you can’t tell what woke you up until the door of the room bursts open. Watchers flood into the room in a flurry of noise and light and activity, tearing you away from the bed before any of you get the chance to react. It feels real as you’re dragged from the bed, across the floor, out the door.
You only wake when Mark presses his cool hands to your cheeks, repeating your name as you thrash around. When you properly wake up, in the same room and with arms around you, you freak out a bit until you realize that WinWin has his arms around you, his lips against your shoulder, Mark’s hands on your cheeks.
They hold you until you drift calmly back to sleep, and immediately you’re swept into deeper and darker dreams of the same scenario with slight variations. Over and over again: you pass through nightmares of you being taken away, of Mark being torn from the bed while you’re forced to watch him being torn apart, of WinWin being leashed and dragged from the room kicking and snarling, bloodied and bruised.
There is an intense night terror of angels breaking through the windows of the green bedroom. Glass shatters over the bed, glittering like snowfall in the moonlight as incredible angels – beautiful and terrifying – fill the bedroom with light and awe-inspired fear. They scoop all three of you into their arms and fly out into the night with you, speaking in a language that you know you should understand although you can’t, and they drop you when you’re high above the ground. Your stomach does that horrible plummeting thing that jolts you awake again, your heart pounding, limbs tense, and you curl yourself against Mark’s side, hiding your face in his shoulder.
“Quiet,” Mark whispers, lifting a hand to stroke your hair. “It’s just a dream.”
It’s not like it ends there.
You wish it did. You wish that you wouldn’t fall asleep again, but you’re tired. Mentally and physically drained from the activities of the day, so you tumble once more into sleep, into twisted nightmares. Now it’s not you being stolen away that you’re presented with, but instead nightmares of the trial commencing; unspeakable things plague those dreams, leaving you waking in terror, choking on your own sobs, the sickening images of your boyfriends’ destructions replaying on your eyelids. Even as you tell yourself that it was just a dream, the bile rises in your throat, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.
It’s only when Mark lays his cool lips against the side of your head, places his chilled fingertips against your temple on the other side of your head, that you even begin to relax. The feeling of his skin on yours relaxes you, relieving the throbbing headache you weren’t even truly aware of until this moment.
“I promised myself I would never play mind games with you again,” he admits softly, “But I think tonight is the exception. Sleep, babe. Dream good dreams.”
And just like that, you’re gone again.
It’s almost cruel when your dream swells into existence around you, unfolding in the hazy orange light of Hell City. You’re in your apartment, you can tell that before the dream is even fully-fledged. It’s all so familiar – the light, the air, the feel of the sheets on your skin, the heat of the bodies in bed with you. It feels real: the way that you’re on your belly, your head pillowed on a shoulder, the heat of light laying over your bare skin from the gap in the curtains, a teasing breeze sneaking in through the gap as well. You can feel the cool prickle of it over your cheeks in sharp contrast to the way your boyfriends are touching you.
Ten’s lips paint fiery kisses over your bare shoulders and your upper back, his tongue tasting the ridges of your spine, still slightly covered in the edible body glitter he’d painted you with hours and hours ago before you went out to one of Mark’s clubs. Yuta’s shoulder is the one you’re resting your head on, and he’s got his smile pressed against your hairline, his fingertips tracing whorls over the top of your shoulders, the back of your neck, toying with your hair.
Is this a memory? Some small part of you wonders, or is this a dream?
Ten’s lips move lower and lower, and you hum pleasantly when his body sinks between your legs. His hands are gentle as he moves them apart.
“Enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” Yuta asks, his voice low and teasing. “Already all worked up, and Ten’s barely even touched you.”
Ten nips lightly at your ass.
“I missed you,” your words slip from your lips without a thought.
“And where have we been?” Yuta laughs, kissing high on your cheek.
You don’t know why you said that, not right now. Not when you’re here with them, in bed with them, in Hell City and everything is fine. It’s more than fine, you realize, relaxing even more into the bed as Ten kisses his way back up your spine, his fingers sliding between your legs. He’s all slow strokes and teases, the flicker of teeth and tongue on your back, tickling breath over your ribs, until you’re turning on your side, baring your front to him.
Ten gets you to roll onto your back, your hair splayed across Yuta’s shoulder and chest as Ten snags your right leg to hook it over his hip. His fingers keep busy between your legs. And between one moment and the next, suddenly it’s Yuta between your legs, his fingers filling you, his lips kissing your clit while he grins up at you with his eyes. His hand spreads up over your belly to your chest, and you arch into his touch, rolling your hips down into the sweet pleasure of his mouth and his fingers.
Things flicker again, and it’s Ten again between your legs. He’s on his knees, in a dark valley of the underground of Hell City. His fingers dig into your thighs and hips and ass, pulling you forward to grind your pussy against his lips. You want to relive this moment again and again, to settle into this, to have both of them on their knees for you like this, treating you like a feast for them to devour.
This time you tumble back into reality with a different sort of cry, followed immediately by a groan of frustration.
“Shh,” Mark automatically shushes you, stroking his cold fingers through your hair again, and you feel yourself being pulled back under into dreams.
There are dreams of happier times. Memories more than dreams, ones with Yuta and Ten and Mark, and sometimes WinWin is there. They seem to be memories of Mark’s. They are happy projections of his memories to keep you from falling once more into nightmares. It’s nice at first, but then you suppose that out there in the real world Mark’s attention slips. Memories twist into fantasies – times that he’d watched you with Yuta and Ten, his heart burning with jealousy as he watched them touch you in the clubs and at his bar, in your apartment when you all thought no one would notice. His memories and thoughts take a turn towards his jealous moments, his moments of longing, all those times he wishes he would’ve just kissed you.
You swear you can almost see yourself right now. Your sleeping face painted in moonlight. You can feel a knot in your belly, insistent and hungry, an ache in your throat as the view in your dreams shrinks to just your chest, your pounding heart. Mark’s mind delves fully into fantasy – a scene in which he wakes you up right now with a bite, or maybe just a kiss, maybe with his lips on your tits.
After that, it’s like you’re in freefall.
Your dreams flood in. Sexy dreams of different scenarios with Mark, with WinWin, with Yuta and Ten. There’s a dream set in black-and-white, with the classic vampire tropes and imagery, you draped over Mark’s lap while he drinks from your throat, but his hands are busy beneath your skirt. There’s a dream featuring Ten that takes you by surprise, with you chained up, your arms and legs bound apart as he teases and touches and takes from you. A dream involving WinWin makes your entire body erupt with heat, involving you waking to find him humping your thigh and whining, telling you that his rut has just struck again.
And then there’s the dream that forms around you, set right in the green bedroom. Moonlight fills the room, painting your body in silver light just as it had in Mark’s fantasy about waking you. You can feel WinWin beside you, one of his hands curved over your bare thigh. Your pussy throbs already in the dream as his fingers twitch towards your hot core, but he doesn’t touch you with any intention. He’s asleep, and Mark’s gone, but two figures stand beside the bed.
Yuta. Ten.
Ten’s eyes are alight, switching back and forth between staring at WinWin’s hand on your thigh and your breasts, nipples peaked in the cool air and the moonlight. He climbs into the bed without hesitation. His fingers dive into your hair, pulling you up from the pillow until your mouths crush together. He’s rabid, starving, kissing you breathless, his fingers slick between your thighs, and it’s a wonder you haven’t cum untouched yet with all of these sex dreams one after the other.
They always end too early, before you can get to the good part, but this time you won’t let it happen. You’re going to hold onto this dream and bend it to your will.
“Ten,” you sigh, and then again and again, “Ten, Ten, Ten.”
He laughs into the kiss as you clutch at his shoulder with one hand, your other reaching down to press your fingers over his between your legs. “Is WinWin not enough for you?” Ten teases, and you gasp softly as he fills you with his fingers. “Nobody makes you cum like we do, darling, isn’t that right?”
All you can do is moan.
Ten kisses along your jaw and your throat. His fingers stroke inside you. Your heart thunders in your chest, your body hot and throbbing with need. His eyes glitter in the moonlight when he breaks away from kissing your throat, looking down at you with a smile, his gaze intent as he looks you over. His gaze catches on the bruises and the bite marks, and you know he wants to say something, but Ten keeps his thoughts to himself, instead diving back down to paint his jealousies on your skin with his mouth, making his own marks to cover those already on you.
Ten chooses to leave a hickey on your shoulder, right over a very sensitive spot that your brain reminds you Mark kept favoring hours ago before you fell asleep. (You’re dreaming, remember?, your brain also supplies, and again you reassert your will to not let control of this dream slip away. You want to hold and be held by Ten and Yuta, to finally cum after the past series of horny dreams. You don’t want this dream to end.) your body arches, your pussy contracting around Ten’s fingers, and your fingernails dig into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
“Shit,” Ten hisses, lifting his mouth from your shoulder. He grinds the heel of his palm against your clit, moving his fingers inside you rapidly. Your thighs draw together around his wrist, and as you open your mouth to cry out, Yuta swoops in at last.
You’d nearly forgotten him there, standing as a frozen shadow in the corner of your eye. Everything had been all about Ten, but the moment that Yuta kisses you, your world bursts. Your orgasm brings flames flickering along your fingers even as you rake one hand through Yuta’s hair, the other still digging sharp nails into Ten’s shoulder. Neither of them seem to mind the flames at all. Ten even pulls your hand from his shoulder to his lips, kissing your fiery fingertips first before he sucks first one and then a second finger into his mouth.
Yuta’s hands are warm, familiar. He touches you, a hand on your belly rising up over your ribs to your chest. You whimper into his kiss as he cups one of your tits, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
You’re so caught up in Yuta — the overwhelming feeling of him touching you now, his scent which smells like coming home, the intoxicating tangle of his tongue with yours — that you don’t pay any attention to the way that Ten pulls your fingers from his lips, guiding your hand down to touch him. You register the weight of him in your hand, his fingers curled around yours to get your hand moving, but you lose yourself in kissing Yuta, in the movement of his hand back down your belly, taking over tracing teasing circles on your clit now that Ten is more focused on himself.
You dare not pull away from Yuta’s lips, not even to draw breath to say his name, you just moan it into the kiss, the syllables of his name no more than a deep hum in your chest. He moans in reply, something that sounds like your name.
Whether Yuta shifts Ten out of the way or your dream just rearranges things and removes Ten from the equation, suddenly Yuta is the one hovering over you, his knees touching the insides of your spread thighs. Yuta sinks down and you have missed the wicked shot of pleasure it gives you to see Yuta between your thighs, the feel of him ducking his head to kiss your pussy, opening you up with his tongue, licking you out like you’re giving him the sweetest nectar.
One of his hands snakes up your body covering your mouth as you struggle to not moan loudly for him. Your eyes roll, your hips lifting off the bed to grind against Yuta’s lips, and he cradles an arm beneath your tailbone, holding you against him as he fucks you on his tongue.
“Yuta,” you manage to moan aloud, quickly followed up with a pleading, “Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
His lips are damp as he kisses across your inner thigh. His mouth glistens as he lifts his head to look up at you. His hair is a mess, longer and a little shaggier than you remember it being that last day in Hell City, but his hair is gorgeous nonetheless, and you long to rake your fingers through the inky black softness of it.
Yuta moans softly, biting gently at your belly as you tug at a fistful of his hair. “Careful, my love,” his voice is low with a warning. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?”
You lift your chin, catching his eye and holding his gaze. A challenge. “I belong to no one but myself.”
Your boyfriend grins. “Damn right. But are you telling me that your pussy doesn’t have my name on it, reserved for me?”
Tonight, of course. Right now, definitely.
“Just fuck me!” You whine, knotting your fingers in his hair again to give a yank.
Yuta swears, and then he’s moving, pressing your knees towards your chest, and you’re not exactly sure when all of his clothes disappeared, but he thrusts into you smoothly, all bare skin, bare cock, bare desire as he looks into your eyes while he hits home.
Ten’s hand — as well as the rest of him — makes a sudden reappearance. He covers your mouth with his hand, trapping your moan against his palm. His other hand is busy stroking himself, and just like Yuta, Ten’s clothes have also magically disappeared. Not that you have any complaints about that; in fact, you take the opportunity to admire Ten’s slim frame, his silhouette, the demon marks on his skin that you’re so familiar with yet they seem almost as if you’ve forgotten some of them and are only now rediscovering them.
Yuta leans down, stealing your attention back as he begins kissing your throat, tongue tracing around the bruises on your neck left by Mark’s fangs. Ten takes the opportunity to shift his weight over you, his knees pressing into the mattress beside your head. His gaze meets yours, the hesitation, seeking confirmation and consent which is honestly so hot in the moment. Your mouth falls open, you nod, and you hold your tongue out.
You still have a hand twisted in Yuta’s hair, the other drags your fingernails along the ridges of his spine as he smoothly rolls his hips forward, but as Ten taps the head of his cock against your lips, you abandon Yuta’s back to instead curl your fingernails against the meaty part of Ten’s thigh. You also yank on Yuta’s hair again, and both of your boyfriends moan. Both of them thrust forward – Yuta stroking right against the bundle of nerves inside you that sends a wave of heat to tighten in your core, and Ten slips his cock right over your tongue and into your waiting mouth.
All feels right, in the moment.
You feel complete to have them both inside you, to have WinWin there (even barely playing a role in this dream as he sleeps beside you), and even Mark’s presence isn’t forgotten in the subtle throb of pleasure that lingers from his bites every time that one of your boyfriends brushes over them.
You gag a little around Ten’s cock before you just completely relax, gazing into his eyes as you let him control the blowjob.
Yuta’s lips trail higher up your throat, touching the corner of your jaw, and then he’s whispering in your ear. “So good for us, our little angel. You’re going to look so pretty when Ten cums across your face.” You whine, pussy contracting around Yuta’s cock, and your eyes roll as you break gazes with Ten to attempt to make eye contact with Yuta. Frustratingly, you can’t do that as he keeps his lips against your ear. “Go on, my love, you’re taking our cocks so well. We’ve been without your touch for too long while you’ve been playing with WinWin and Mark.”
You moan around Ten, and a series of syllables in an unknown language pour from his lips. His cock pulses on your tongue.
“Did you think of us when they were touching you?” Yuta asks. His teeth graze your earlobe.
Again, you moan, your body arching, hips rolling in an attempt to get Yuta to move faster and deeper than the gentle rocking tease he’s maintaining right now. Your whole body is covered in goosebumps, a chill running along every inch of skin that he and Ten are not touching – which is far too much of it, as far as you’re concerned.
As if you spoke your thoughts aloud, Ten pulls away.
You gasp for breath, and before you can truly even fully draw in the first breath, Ten’s got his hands on your shoulders, moving you and Yuta, making you both sit up, pushing you up into Yuta’s lap so you’re sitting down on his cock. Ten slides in behind you, his hands on your hips as he moves closer.
“I can’t take this. I need to feel you properly.” Ten kisses between your shoulder blades, and then he’s sliding his fingers down your spine, over your tailbone, dipping down until his touch meets where Yuta fits inside you.
This is without a doubt your favorite dream of the night.
Eons better than those early nightmares, but also so much greater than the series of sex dreams that have led up to this one.
Yuta kisses you quiet as Ten spreads you open, as with each stroke of Ten’s fingers and Yuta’s cock, the heat inside of you burns a little hotter. Yuta draws circles against your clit, still rocking his hips up into you, and finally, Ten joins him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” you sigh, dropping your head forward against Yuta’s shoulder as Ten bottoms out.
As much as you really like WinWin and Mark, as wonderful as all the sex you’ve had with them has been, you know that they can’t ever compare to how you feel with Yuta and Ten. There’s just something so complete in your sexual encounters with the two demons that you don’t think you can ever truly find anywhere else. They fit you perfectly, wholly. If you had to put it into words, maybe you would declare them your soulmates, the perfect fit for you in every way.
With both of them inside you now, with the building tingle in your belly and toes and the feeling of being so full with them, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your climax. Your body shakes with the intensity of it, pinned between the hot press of your boyfriends’ bodies as they keep moving. Both of them try to kiss you, though Yuta certainly has the main advantage on that as he’s right in front of you, but Ten inserts himself too.
They both keep thrusting into you, bouncing you on their cocks even while they kiss you, muffling your moans and sighs, the way you chant, “Yuta, Yuta, Yuta,” as he keeps stimulating your clit even once tears have already sprung to your eyes and your limbs are trembling from the overstimulating pleasure.
Ten reaches around, tweaking your nipples between his fingers while you’ve got your head turned to the side to be able to kiss him. You roll your hips desperately back and forth on your two boyfriends’ cocks, aiming to never let this end. Even when you reach the point that you’re so sensitive it almost hurts, you don’t want it to end.
You just want them.
Never-ending.
Forever.
Yuta cums first. His flame wings unfurl for an instant, flashing bright white as the tips rise to brush against the ceiling before it’s just him before you again. The faintest scent of smoke lingers in the air. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you against his chest as he pumps you full with his cum even as Ten is still going.
Yuta slowly pulls away from you until he’s lying flat on his back, you supporting yourself on your hands above him, while Ten is still snapping his hips forward against your ass. You throw your head back, unable to help moaning when Ten trails one of his hands up from your chest to your throat, curling his hand lightly there while he brushes his lips along your jaw. He draws the thumb of his other hand over your bottom lip, then he whispers, “Did you want me to cum here, little saint? Paint your lovely face? Or do you want to feel me inside you? Carry a little bit of me with you, along with Yuta and Mark and WinWin?”
Ten flicks his tongue out, and for an instant you catch that tang of sulfur on the air as he does something. A warm feeling fills your belly, and Ten’s voice is right in your ear, ringing through your dream- and lust-hazed mind.
“Gonna make you feel so full, darling.” He humps forward, and you can feel him in your belly. Yuta curses quietly beneath you, his hand coming up to your abdomen. His skin is fire-hot against yours, and his half-soft cock still inside you begins to harden again. “Tell us which of us you missed more?” Ten asks, just loud enough for Yuta to hear, before he thrusts in and grinds in deeper.
The gasp of Ten’s name that falls from your lips is almost involuntary, but it’s exactly what he was hoping to hear.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” Ten combs his fingers through your hair drawing it back from where bits of it are falling into your face. You know he wants Yuta to be able to see your face, to see every little expression that tells Yuta how good Ten is making you feel. Nevermind that Yuta’s still inside you too, that he’s coming around for a second round. “Say my name again.”
“Ten!” Your moan pitches into a whine when he keeps going, rocking into you hard and rhythmically, chasing his high as you lose yourself. None of you are considering WinWin, but he’s just a background character in this dream anyway, and he just barely twitches when you let out the loudest moan yet as Yuta finally jumps back into action, thrusting up into you when Ten draws his hips back. They take turns now, pistoning into you alternately so there’s never a moment that you don’t feel absolutely full.
Of course, the heavy scent of sulfur in the air accompanies the little changes they’ve both made. Both of them swelling their cocks to give that little stretch more.
Your orgasm is an explosion — just a trickle of pleasure through a crack in the dam until suddenly the whole of you bursts apart. Flames lick over your skin, though your two boyfriends are quick to extinguish the fire with their lips and hands, smothering out the flames by covering every inch of you in their touches even while they both keep fucking you. Sparks dance between your fingertips as you press your hands into Yuta’s hair, drawing his mouth to yours. It’s a messy, violent, and hungry kiss. You bite at his bottom lip until you get a tiny taste of blood, and he grips your jaw tightly in his hand until you release his lip and open your mouth, wide enough for him to spit on your tongue before crashing your mouths back together.
Ten cums, watching this happen, feeling your pussy throb and hug so snuggly around his cock. He grinds forward, as deep inside you as he can get, cocking pumping you full. An endless amount of cum, it seems, still flooding your belly with warmth as he leans around, digging his hands into your hair and Yuta’s so he can pull you apart long enough for him to join in.
They both keep you moving on top of Yuta. Ten’s slowly rocking his hips as his orgasm begins to taper off, and Yuta’s got his hands on your hips, pulling you down on his cock even as he’s still thrusting smoothly up into you.
You don’t know if it’s simply the tight clutch of your pussy around him that pushes Yuta over the edge into his second orgasm, or if it’s the way that Ten leans back and draws you with him so you’re seated on Yuta’s thighs. Your knees are up, your feet planted on the bed on either side of Yuta’s torso, and you find the strength to start fucking yourself down on Yuta’s solid cock. Ten plays with your nipples, and he suctions his mouth to your throat while you take this one last joyride on Yuta’s cock.
Yuta cums at the same time as you do.
You squirt around his cock, making a mess of his abs and even a bit on his chest. That didn’t bother him a bit, he fucks into you, your pussy frothing around his cock from all the cum, dripping with their thick loads even as he adds even more to it.
Boneless, you collapse back against Ten. You press a hand down against Yuta’s belly, feeling the sticky, wet and slimy mess on his skin. “Fuck,” you sigh. “This has been too good.”
Ten draws you backwards, off of Yuta, and carefully you’re placed back against the pillows. You’re limp now, fucked properly boneless, without the strength to even reach for them as they both climb off the bed.
“Don’t go,” you beg, “Not yet.”
You’re not ready for this dream to end, though you can tell that the time is almost up. You can feel the dream slipping. Growing a little hazy as the blankness between sleep and wakefulness pulls at you.
“No,” you whine, clinging to the dream, clinging to the shapes of Yuta and Ten. “Don’t go.”
Already they’re moving away. They’ve left you in bed, the shadowy distance of the floor growing between you and them. You sit up as quickly as you can, and attempt to throw yourself across that space. For a moment, you experience that horrible slow-motion sense that sometimes happens in dreams, as if you’re reaching for your boyfriends through water, your body dragging through the movements while your brain screams at you to just reach. And then you’re there, off the edge of the bed, on your feet.
Yuta wraps his arms around you. Your chest aches with it – that need and that love, that feeling of never being able to have enough of this right here. You’re able to loosen an arm, to grab Ten around the waist and drag him closer until he crashes against your side, his arms around you too.
You hug them both tightly, like you can crush them into yourself. You want to be inseparable. You want this dream to never end. Waking means facing reality, and your reality is more of a nightmare than this. You don’t want to face the trial, the prospect of the Watchers finding your boyfriends guilty of a fucking stupid violation.
You don’t know when it started, but you quickly find that you’re crying.
Ten rests his chin against the top of your head. The tears fall faster when Ten curls his hand affectionately against the back of your neck, his arm fast around your waist. You clutch at his sides.
“I hate this,” you curse, your words half-muffled against whichever one of your boyfriends’ shoulders you’re pressed against. “I want to be with you. Not just in a dream.”
“Be with us then,” Ten’s lips meet your forehead, sparking over your skin. “You have the power to make dreams reality, darling.”
There’s more truth to that than you would have realized even just a day ago. You’re half-Watcher, half-demon. You don’t have a full understanding of what powers you do have, but your ability to manifest things is great. Maybe, somehow, you do have the ability to shape reality, to bend the course of fate.
Above your head, Yuta whispers something, garbled words that you can’t make out in the moment. Ten holds you even tighter, his lips against your ear when he says, “Come find us, darling. We’re always waiting for you.”
“If you lose the trial,” you say, lifting your head to look into Ten’s eyes, “I can’t follow where you’re going. There’s no finding you in the abyss.”
Ten smiles softly, looking over you to Yuta.
Yuta’s hand slides down the length of your spine. “We won’t lose, my love. Is that why you’ve been crying?” You turn your head when you feel Yuta’s hand on your cheek. “Stop crying for us,” Yuta teases, wiping at your cheeks. “It will all be okay, my love. Stop worrying, and maybe the rest of your sleep will be dreamless tonight.”
As if it’s so easy to stop worrying. Your brain should know better.
Yuta knocks his fingers lightly beneath your chin, dipping in quickly to kiss you. “Pretty girl, do you have no faith in us? Out of all the beings in the universe that wanted you, we’re the ones that found you. We’re the ones that fell in love with you.”
Ten wraps both of his arms around your waist. “Don’t you dare think it’s so easy to get rid of us. Just send us off to a little life or death trial, thinking we’re going to let the result be death. Think positive, little saint. Maybe say a prayer for us.” He kisses your cheek.
You hiccup a little sob. You haven’t prayed in a while, and from what Renjun has told you about the history of God and the Watchers, you’re not even sure if He would be listening to you if you did pray for the liberation of your demons.
“I know Mark and WinWin have been keeping you company, but they’re not replacements.” Yuta strokes your cheek. “We’ll come back to each other.”
Ten snorts. “There’s just a few hoops to jump through first.”
You don’t want to think about those hoops. You’re terrified that you’re going to wake up and it will be morning already, with only an hour or so before the trial’s start. But you’re also scared that you’re going to wake up and find it’s still the middle of the night and there are hours left to go.
“Oh, darling,” Ten coos affectionately, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “Sweet dreams.”
He brushes a light kiss against your lips before moving away to give Yuta the chance for a kiss as well. Yuta leaves his warm fingers on your cheek, his kiss lingering. You part your lips, opening up to deepen the kiss, and Yuta moves in closer, kissing you in the way you haven’t felt in weeks now, since before that night when they were both taken. It’s a desperate and loving kiss, like he doesn’t want to pull away either, that he doesn’t want you to leave he and Ten behind in this dream either.
Still mid-kiss, you hear a distant noise, like the slamming of a door, hard enough to rattle you and the walls of this dream.
You gasp, bolting upright in bed, torn from the dream.
“Another one?” Mark sighs, exasperated and concerned as he slides closer to you on the bed. His cool hand rests against your cheek where seconds ago Yuta’s warm touch had been in the dream. Mark’s other arm curls around your shoulders, and you lean against his chest. “Maybe you shouldn’t fall back asleep.”
You shake your head. If anything, you want to fall back asleep even more now. You want back into that dream, to get to see them and be with them again like you had in that one.
WinWin is still deep asleep on your other side. Sleeping like a rock, as he’s been for most of your series of nightmares and dreams.
Morning isn’t quite here yet, but the view of the garden outside the window is light enough that you can tell sunrise is almost upon you.
“You’ve been so restless,” Mark says, petting your hair. “When I got back from showering just a bit ago, you were right on the edge of the bed, looked like you were about to roll right off.” He noses against the side of your head. “And you’d been crying again.”
“I’m fine,” you tell him, brushing away his worries. “They’re just dreams.”
Mark scoffs. “I may not have dreamt in years, but I remember having some rough dreams when I was a human. Nightmares, like you’ve clearly been having tonight. Do you want to talk about it?”
No, you don’t. You change the subject instead. “What do you do all night since you don’t sleep or dream? Other than watch me sleep like a creep.” You’re teasing and Mark knows it; he laughs quietly, his head still resting against the side of yours.
“Mostly I just think. I can’t dream, but I can still daydream, so I do a lot of that. I can relax myself, kinda like meditation, which is a good substitute for sleep, so if I’m really bored I do that.” He squeezes his arm around your shoulders. “While we’ve been here, I’ve read a lot through the night, explored the House when that was allowed, or ran over our plans, each checking various outcomes of every scenario. I’ve looked out the window, studying the grounds. But back in Hell City I just listened to music or read or enjoyed the nightclubs, which I hope my team hasn’t run into the ground while we’ve been away.”
“It’s so weird to me that you’re like the badass vampire king of the underground scene that I met that first night, but you’re also you.” You tilt your head to get a look at his face, but Mark avoids eye contact, instead pulling you into an inescapable hug instead. You sigh, brushing your lips beneath his jaw. “You’re so kind, so easygoing with me. Like, if I met you like this before anything else, I would never believe that you were the kind of guy who created and runs a whole underground network of nightclubs, or that you’re the head of the biggest coven in Hell City.”
Sometimes you forget that Mark is an important person. He has a role in the society of Hell City. Not that Yuta, Ten, and WinWin aren’t important.
But Mark knows people. He runs in multiple circles.
“Don’t you think they’re wondering where you are?” You ask.
“Probably they think I’m holed up somewhere with you.” He tucks his head, nose brushing your neck as he breathes in. “Everyone close to me could smell you on me. You have a strong scent, babe. A really good one. Even before WinWin and I were guarding you in your apartment, your scent was all over me, and my coven and associates would razz me about it. They all wanted to know who you were; who had finally beguiled me out of my celibacy streak.”
You laugh aloud before remembering that WinWin is still sleeping on the other side of the bed. More quietly, you ask, “Beguiled you?”
Mark nods, his cool cheek pressed between your shoulder and your neck, and you have the feeling that if he were human, he’d be fully blushing right now. “From the first time I saw you. You looked like a treat in that pretty red dress. You still had the look of innocence on you, and you’ve only gotten more and more beautiful.”
Flattery.
It’s your turn to blush and you push at Mark’s shoulder, but he only turns his head, kissing along your collarbone. “I was beyond jealous when the three of you started fucking,” he admits, “When neither Ten or Yuta could keep their hands off of you even while we were out in public. But I get it. No one can ever get enough of you.”
You giggle and it turns into a moan when Mark kisses down your chest.
Mark pulls you up into his lap. His head is bowed, lips on your chest, kissing your breasts. You gasp his name, giggling as his hair tickles against your skin.
“Can’t you keep it down?” WinWin groans sleepily, rolling over and dragging the pillow over his face. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”
Your only response is to sigh Mark’s name again. It’s not your fault that WinWin has been sleeping like the dead up until this point, completely ignorant of the prior conversation, almost all of your rough wakings from dreams. He’d barely stirred since the first nightmare had jolted you awake. But now he’s awake, and fully aware of what you and Mark were getting started.
WinWin reaches over, loosely groping as if he can find the snooze button on the pair of you. Mark laughs when WinWin accidentally grabs onto his ear.
The sun isn’t even up yet, but the three of you are awake and laughing, Mark’s head pillowed against your tits as WinWin’s hand falls down to your thigh. This moment is good and happy, you think, memorizing the sound of Mark’s laugh and the crinkle of WinWin’s eyes as he peers out from beneath the pillow.
And then the happy moment shatters, splintering into a million slivers.
A door slams against the wall out in the common room. Footsteps race across the floor towards the green bedroom, and the door bursts open.
WinWin leaps off the bed, twisted among the sheets as he falls to all fours. His limbs shudder with the adrenaline of transformation. His teeth are already bared into fangs, a growl ripping from his throat.
“Oh my God!” Renjun cries from his spot in the doorway.
Neither his eyes nor his exclamation are meant for WinWin writhing on the floor. Instead, Renjun is looking right at your bare back, your position in Mark’s lap, and probably the bitemarks and bruises left on your back from the activities throughout the night. Renjun covers his eyes with his hand, spinning around so his back is to the room.
“Sorry to interrupt!” He says quickly. “But we have to go. Like, now.”
Mark nearly dumps you off of his lap onto the floor.
“Go? Go where?” Mark asks, but he’s already moving. He pulls on a shirt from a pile of discarded clothes on the settee in the corner of the room. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t have time to explain. Just get dressed.” Renjun half-turns, catching a slight glimpse of you pulling on an outfit you’ve just manifested from thin air, spotting WinWin struggling to free himself from the bedsheets on the floor. “Quickly.”
WinWin stands in the middle of the room naked. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell us what’s going on, Renjun.”
You’ve never seen Renjun angry really. Frustrated, yes. Annoyed, yes. But in this moment you get to see a combination of new emotions play out across his pretty features. His silver eyes nearly glow in the darkness, his face flushing, his shoulders tensing and he draws himself up to his full height, which truly seems to grow with his anger. “Just fucking listen to me! I don’t have time to explain!”
You and Mark are already dressed, driven on by the anger and the panic bleeding into Renjun’s voice. You toss a shirt and pair of pants at WinWin.
There aren’t many belongings that you have here in the House of the Watchers. You came here with essentially just the clothes on your back, but there are a few small items that you’ve manifested that you want to take with you scattered about, so you gather them up quickly as WinWin pulls on his clothes.
Renjun watches closely, and the moment that WinWin has slipped his feet into a pair of shoes, Renjun is spinning on his heel, marching across the common room.
“Are the guards going to let us out?” Mark asks, keeping close behind Renjun.
“No.” Renjun doesn’t even look around. He passes right by the door of the common room, heading right for the door of the blue bedroom. “I have a better idea.”
You haven’t stepped foot in the blue bedroom since the first night here. All the mirrors covering the walls had been thoroughly off-putting, and after Renjun’s warning to WinWin about the mirrors, the door to that bedroom had been firmly closed. Until now.
Now the door is slightly open, likely swung nearly shut again from where Renjun had slammed it open moments ago.
“Where are we going?” WinWin repeats, warily pausing in the doorway while you and Mark follow Renjun inside.
“We’re leaving,” is all that Renjun says before he faces a large, ornate mirror with gilt edges. “It’s not safe here for you any longer.”
You begin to ask, “But what about—“
“It’s not safe.” Renjun cuts you off sharply. “If we don’t leave now, I’m not sure when you’ll find the chance again. Are you coming?”
He reaches into the mirror, the reflection rippling outward from the point where his hand disappears up to the wrist. His other hand, he extends to you. You take it. Mark doesn’t hesitate, clutching your hand. It’s WinWin who hovers halfway between the doorway and where the three of you are lined up in front of the mirror.
You can see the distrust in his eyes. He’s always been a bit unsure of Renjun’s allegiance, and this whole situation paired with the pre-existing distrust could make Renjun’s intentions seem sketchy. But you trust Renjun entirely; he’s never shown you any reason to doubt him, and you’re all aware of the danger the Watchers pose.
“We’re just leaving?” WinWin asks. “What about Ten and Yuta?”
Your heart thuds heavily in your chest. The memory of them in your dream still lingers on your skin, the ghost of their lips and hands, a dull ache between your legs, though that’s really more likely to be due to the very real continuous fucking you’d done with the vampire and werewolf that flank you right now.
Renjun just glares at WinWin. “I said we have to leave now, didn’t you get that? I know that the three of you came here on a rescue mission, or whatever, but truly, if I don’t get you out of here right now, there’s no hope of any of you making it out. So come with me, or stay, but it’s your life on the line.”
You don’t like the idea of leaving Yuta and Ten alone here, down in the dungeon to face their trial later today all alone. But if what Renjun is saying, if the urgency in his tone is any indication, then you really can’t wait around to attempt a prisonbreak for your boyfriends. Not now.
There’s a sharp pain in your chest, the sting of tears in your eyes.
You remember that last goodbye in their cells. You know that God might not be listening, but you send up a desperate plea to Him. Please, don’t let that be the last time that you see them.
Mark squeezes your hand. Renjun makes a short sound of frustration, and WinWin growls from deep in his chest. You know he wants a proper explanation from Renjun about what is happening, and you know that he – like you and Mark too – doesn’t want to leave without Yuta and Ten, not without at least knowing their fates aren’t sealed with a stamp of doom. But you also know that your boyfriends would put your safety and the assuredness of you having a future over their own lives right now. You know, without a doubt, that they would urge you to take this escape Renjun is offering you.
“WinWin,” you say his name gently, shaking Mark’s hand out of yours to instead reach for WinWin. “I know you don’t trust him, but whether Renjun’s leading us to safety or into a trap, wouldn’t you rather be there?”
Renjun makes an insulted sound behind you, but you ignore him. Your eyes are only on WinWin.
“If you won’t trust him, trust me. Trust my judgment call.” You wiggle your fingers at him. Renjun sighs impatiently behind you, which earns him a sharp glare from WinWin before the werewolf slides his hand into yours.
You can’t hold both Mark and WinWin’s hands as well as Renjun’s, too.
Mark takes WinWin’s other hand, eyeing the tight hold you have now on WinWin.
“Perfect,” Renjun says, readjusting his hold on your hand. “Now, there are a few things before we do this. Clear your mind, hold your breath, just let me lead you. That means don’t let go of the hand in front of you. Don’t let go of the one behind you. Don’t try to follow anywhere other than where I lead, got it?”
Mark and WinWin grumble their acknowledgements.
You’re expecting it this time when Renjun leads you through the bitter cold of the mirror’s surface, but it is impossible to prepare yourself for how truly cold it is.
WinWin squeezes your hand harshly, grinding the bones of your hand together as he follows you into the mirror. You can only imagine Mark is doing the same to him.
The cold scrapes over your skin, and you keep your eyes shut tight because you hated doing this the first time, and this time is certainly no better. You just follow where Renjun leads, holding tight to both hands you hold to keep WinWin and Mark moving right behind you. Once again, you feel your chest growing tight with the need to breathe right as Renjun’s hand pulls away, but this time you just embrace the feeling. You don’t panic.
This time, you slip through the surface of the mirror like you’re stepping through a curtain. It parts around you, silken as it slides over your skin, and you step out into the warm and gentle air beside Renjun.
WinWin stumbles out behind you, immediately looping his arm around you, holding you tight back against his chest. Mark emerges from the mirror’s surface, waving it away like fog or wisps of cobwebs. His eyes touch on yours briefly before he’s looking around, glancing over Renjun then at the rest of the room.
You recognize this place.
The empty ballroom where Renjun had found you on your first morning here.
He’s just led you through the ornate mirror that takes up almost one entire wall of the ballroom. Ahead of you are the floor-to-ceiling windows set in the other three walls, and the view from here is still of a luscious garden swathed in the shadows of twilight before sunrise.
When Renjun sets out across the empty, glossy floor of the ballroom, you realize where he’s leading you.
“Outside?” You ask. Your voice echoes oddly around the space.
Renjun half-turns to look back at you. “Of course. Where did you think we were going? I told you we were leaving.”
“I thought you said it was dangerous out there?” You ask. “That if we step outside–”
“As long as we’re not planning to re-enter, it shouldn’t be a problem. And we’re not coming back in. Also, the sooner we leave, the better,” Renjun says, continuing on towards the doors that lead out to the garden. “As soon as that guard outside your rooms realizes that the three of you have vanished, they’re going to tear this house apart looking for you.”
WinWin propels you forward without another word. He keeps behind you, Mark beside him, both of them herding you towards Renjun. WinWin leaves a hand lightly on your back, not letting you slip away from him.
“A few things before we go,” Renjun says, “Once we step out there, the House will lock us out. And there are more reasons than just simply getting locked out for the Watchers to warn you off exploring outside the House. There are monsters. The primordial mindless beasts God placed in Purgatory with nowhere else to put them, which the Watchers have attempted to domesticate over the eons without much success. They kinda roam the gardens and the forest freely after dark, starving and mindless. You don’t want one of them to cross our path. So just a heads-up. If you see something big, dark, and monstrous hurtling towards us, run in the opposite direction.”
As if any of that makes you feel any better about leaving right now.
Danger lurks inside the House as well as outside.
“Maybe I should shift,” WinWin suggests quietly. His hand slides up to your shoulder. “I’m stronger when I’m a wolf. I can protect you better.”
“You’re reckless as a wolf,” Mark shoots back. “If there’s a monster out there, you’ll go chasing it down and get lost.”
WinWin glares over at Mark. “I’ll smell anything coming. I’ll be able to run faster. I can rip out the throat of any threat.”
You don’t miss the way WinWin’s gaze slides over to Renjun when he says that.
“They’re weak to sunlight. The beasts out there.” Renjun lays his hand on the handle of the door. “The sun should be up soon, but we need to get out of here before then. Transform into a wolf if you want, but like Mark said, if you run off, we’re not waiting for you. Getting her to safety is my top priority.”
Renjun says it with such an official business tone, it throws you off for a second. You met the guy five days ago, and yes, he’s been helpful and friendly and honest with you, but right now it seems like he’s risking a lot for someone he met only a few days ago. But of course, Mark and WinWin can’t disagree with him as your safety is their top priority as well.
WinWin suddenly drags his shirt over his head, passing it off to you as you stand there in surprise at the man abruptly stripping in front of you.
Renjun swears under his breath, turning his back on the three of you, though you can still see his face reflecting in the panes of glass. Mark grumbles as well, saying something about how WinWin just can’t seem to ever keep his clothes on. WinWin doesn’t acknowledge either of the other men, instead he finishes pulling his clothes off and handing them to you.
“Keep them safe for me. Wherever he’s taking us, I doubt I want to be there naked.” WinWin smiles and dips in to kiss your cheek before he strides forward. “Are we going out there or what?”
Renjun swings the door open.
WinWin is the first one outside, stepping barefooted onto the stone patio. Pale pre-dawn light filters down over him, outlining and contouring him. Renjun brushes right by him, doing his best to avoid the other’s nudity. Mark, however, smacks WinWin’s hip as he passes by, saying, “Hurry up with the transformation. We’re in a rush.”
You bundle WinWin’s clothes up tightly against your chest and strike out after them. You like looking at WinWin — his tall, thin frame and wiry muscles, the small curve of his ass. Now isn’t the time for admiring him, but less than fifteen minutes ago you were midway through getting sensual with Mark, so it’s not like your mind is too far away from getting lost in lust.
“Let’s go,” Mark sighs, reaching over to grab your hand.
As he leads you away from where WinWin is standing just outside of the House, you can hear the beginnings of the transformation behind you. You hear WinWin gasp, his breathing growing ragged. There’s a groan and a crunching sound. Mark keeps you moving forward, walking along behind Renjun down a set of stone steps onto the garden path.
This garden is vastly different from the one that you passed through on your first day here in Purgatory. That one had been near death, but this garden thrives with life. Tall hedges are full of verdant leaves, trees line the path with branches adorned in flowers and fruit. Beds are overflowing with fragrant roses and violets, with small bush-like plants that have shiny green leaves, some other plants with leaves the size of your head, some that have vines trailing through the other flowerbeds.
There are so many plants, and you can’t even begin to hope to identify even half of them. The important and astounding thing is that they’re all alive.
A howl breaks through the air behind you, long and high, carried on the light breeze that flutters petals from the tree branches as you pass beneath them. Moonlight casts shadows through the leaves as the moon emerges from behind a cloud.
Renjun freezes when the shining light washes over him, his head tilted up to the moon. His skin seems to glow, soaking in the moonlight until his skin and his hair and his eyes all have the silvery sheen of the full moon. “My mother used to tell me elves are stronger beneath the light of the moon and the stars. It’s been so long since I was able to feel like this. The Watchers hardly ever allowed me outdoors, and never during the night.” The air shimmers around him, taking on a pearly, glittery sheen.
Behind you comes the heavy sound of feet hitting the ground, four feet treading very quickly towards you. WinWin, in full wolf form, leaps clear over the nearby hedge, his forepaws sliding a little in the dirt on the landing, but otherwise graceful. He lopes casually towards the three of you, his gaze constantly darting around, ears twitching. He butts his head gently against your shoulder when he reaches you, and you twist your fingers through his thick fur.
“Keep your heads up,” Renjun says, and his voice even sounds different, exposed to the moonlight right now. Lighter, airier, with a more bell-like tone. And when he starts walking away, even his steps are lighter, barely touching the dirt.
Renjun leads your strange party through the garden, down winding turning paths, through arches cut into the hedges, guiding the way turn after turn of this maze-like garden.
Mostly it’s quiet and peaceful, but as the plants begin to grow browner, the branches of the trees more bare, the air takes on a more eerie and ominous feeling. The shadows are deeper, the air takes on a chill, and although you appear to be alone, you swear you can feel eyes on you.
You jump, startled the first time you see a statue half-hidden in an overgrown hedge, its stony gray gaze staring without seeing.
Your party of four is moving quickly through the garden, though you’re beginning to realize that the luscious garden you’d first entered just a short while ago is the same that you’d entered through on that first day. Different sections, same garden. Everything around you is passing through the seasons of plantlife, and you’re passing through the fading season of autumnal browns, oranges, purples, reds, and yellows. Leaves crunch under foot. Mud clings to the soles of your shoes as you rush along a narrow path.
Renjun pauses when you reach an open plot. Just before you, the path sinks down a few steps into a sunken garden. Trellises draped with withered vines sit dry-rotting. The wind whistles eerily, rattling the branches of a nearly barren tree in the center of the sunken section. Paths lead off of this circular opening like the spokes of a wheel, and Renjun takes a moment to look around, as if he can’t quite remember which way to go from here.
The first sign you get that something might be wrong is the distant sound of cracking and breaking branches. Something moving rapidly closer.
“Shit,” Renjun curses quietly, and then he’s taking off.
Mark catches up with him easily, and you set off at a run as well. WinWin keeps pace beside you, though you’re sure that he could easily outdistance you too. He snaps and snarls as he runs beside you, and you wonder if he’s agitated because of Renjun or because of whatever was making the noise.
You decide you don’t care which it is when you skid to a halt behind Mark. He’s stopped at another forking path. Renjun is looking around at the two dark paths that lie ahead. Mark’s fangs are bared as he spins in a circle, scanning both of the paths ahead as well as the one behind.
An uncanny chattering, chittering sound approaches.
Your flames are drawn to the surface, the power zipping along that connection to that deep well you’ve felt before. Could you teleport yourself out of here now? If things take a bad turn, could you jump away from the danger? Something inside you sings, like a warning raking its nails down your spine. You hold your flames just beneath the surface of your skin, not wanting them to set you aglow, like a beacon in the dark to whatever menacing creature is stalking through the garden.
The distant horizon glows faintly orange, hinting at the impending sunrise.
“How much farther to wherever you’re taking us?” Mark asks.
WinWin’s head snaps around to the left, staring at something in the shadows that you can’t see. His ears flatten to his head, eyes burning hot as he bares his sharp teeth to growl. He moves around, his body knocking into you, accidentally or purposefully moving you backwards, moving you closer to Mark.
“We don’t have far,” Renjun says quietly, “Come quickly.”
He sets off again. The steady pace this walk had begun as quickly becomes a frantic lope and then it becomes a jog. Renjun quickly leads you in the opposite direction from the chattering sound of whatever beast lay hidden in the shadows behind you. Your head feels stuck on a swivel, scanning from side-to-side down the empty, dark stretches of off-shooting pathways Renjun takes you by.
“Through here,” he says, and then he vanishes into the hedge wall.
As you watch Mark ahead of you, you realize there’s a low tunnel cutting through a series of hedges, or perhaps running through a thick wall of hedge. A secret tunnel through which to navigate the gardens unseen. Branches, leaves, cobwebs whip by as you duck through the tunnel. One sharp branch catches you on the cheek, and you feel the sting of it breaking skin. In front of you, Mark gasps, turning his head as the fresh scent of your blood spikes his senses. Behind you, WinWin snarls, gnashing his teeth together in a way that seems to say, “Keep fucking moving!”
You push Mark forward. The scratch on your cheek is just that: a small blemish, just a tiny blossom of blood.
He stumbles forward, keeping his head turned around, looking behind you at WinWin’s wolf eyes or perhaps at something beyond him. You can hear it now, the chittering and clicking sound growing closer, the snapping sound of branches that you’d believed to be WinWin crashing through the brush. But it’s more than that. You can hear the whipping sound of something moving quickly outside the tunnel, and if you look straight ahead at Renjun’s faintly glowing figure cutting through the branches ahead of Mark, you can kind of even see the shadowy shape of something running alongside the tunnel, making the same disturbing sounds as whatever is behind you.
Up ahead, you can see the end of the tunnel, opening into a clear spot in this hideous, half-dead garden. Moonlight greets Renjun as he makes it through, standing straight and spinning around to gesture for Mark, you, and WinWin to follow. He looks so small, ethereal too, as he stands in the mouth of the hedge tunnel, his face alight with the magic the Watchers have been denying him for too long.
“It’s just over here, c’mon!” He calls.
Mark moves a little faster, as quick as he can while being hunched over in this low passage. You’re right behind him, your fingers on one hand knotted with his.
You can hear the creatures gaining on you. Both the one inside the tunnel and the one that you can see in your peripheral vision. The sky visible behind Renjun’s head still appears no closer to daylight than it had before. Dark navy with only the barest hint of orange sunrise at the horizon. There’s got to be some way to escape them before sunrise.
Mark all but drags you out of the tunnel, hauling you firmly onto your feet, already attempting to propel you in front of him, putting himself between you and the beast in the tunnel.
WinWin bursts from the tunnel, his hackles standing on end, muzzle pulled into a snarl.
A thick brown limb shoots from the mouth of the hedge tunnel, and you watch in horror as it grasps WinWin’s tail and both of his hind legs. With a yelp that sounds entirely too much like a human scream, WinWin vanishes backwards into the tunnel.
Not a second after WinWin vanishes, dragged by one of the monsters of Purgatory back into the tunnel, another beast comes bursting through the hedge to your left.
A brown blur of heavy fleshy body, it clips your shoulder before slamming full-force into Renjun.
The world spins, goes white, and then fades back into focus with a burst of pain in your head and your right shoulder. The sky wheels above you as you open your eyes. Clouds, the moon, a few faint stars, the tops of the hedges all spin together, blurring in an increasingly nauseating way.
“Fuck!” Mark cries, his voice muted in your ears, and you realize he’s leaning over you, his face filling your vision, his hands patting your cheeks. “Get up! Shit!”
He disappears.
Only a moment longer is all it takes for your senses to return to you.
You sit up, fighting down a wave of nausea that rises. The ground feels unsteady beneath your feet as you lift yourself up, your shoulder aches, head throbbing.
For the first time, you get a clear look at one of these beasts.
The thing has no face.
A round brown-black head of leathery loose skin and a wide mouth that cuts through most of its head. Rows of jagged teeth drip with saliva as the beast that knocked you down leers down at Renjun. He’s pinned to the ground beneath its heavy frame. The thick body shows only a ridge of a spine down the middle of its back, a whip-like tail. It has six legs, two of which are at present grappling with Renjun, another two attempt to ward off Mark’s attacks on it.
Turns out that your instincts haven’t changed yet. Given the chance for fight or flight (and flight isn’t really any option here), your body still chooses to freeze.
Watching the chaos around you, you’re not sure what to do.
Renjun and Mark fight one of the creatures. WinWin and the other are still crashing around inside the mouth of the tunnel. You can see blood and bits of fur, hear the snarling from WinWin and the chattering of the creatures. The monster fighting Mark and Renjun is the bigger of the two, easily handling both of them.
You know your strength isn’t enough. The hand-to-hand combat WinWin and Mark had trained you in won’t do you much good here. You need something better. You need the sunlight like Renjun said, but the sun is being slow to rise this morning, and you need it now.
Yuta’s voice appears in the back of your mind, hazy from an older memory. “You can manifest anything you want,” he’d told you, encouraging you to manifest the stars and moon since you missed seeing them in Hell City. You’d done exactly that, creating the little galaxy on your apartment ceiling, and that gives you an idea now. You think of the ball of fire you’d played with before the High Watcher and his court of Watchers.
If you can make stars and planets to fill your ceiling, if you can already make a bright ball of fire, surely you can make a Sun now?
Your fire still burns just beneath your skin, and it takes nothing to ignite yourself.
You go up like a matchstick doused in gasoline, which is to say, instantaneously.
The beast fighting against Mark and Renjun breaks away from them, turning its ugly head towards you. It clicks its many rows of teeth together, even licks its lips like it can’t wait to take a bite out of you. The hideous body contorts, convulsing as it rises onto its hind legs to take a step towards you.
You crank up the heat, and you can feel the connection to that deep well inside you straining to give all the power you can muster. You imagine manifesting a Sun as you had with the stars. You imagine imbibing it with the heat that you’ve drawn up, forming it into a sphere between your hands.
Another one of the beasts emerges from the tunnel. A long scratch stretches down its side, a strip of skin flayed off, but it doesn’t seem to mind. Your heart pounds, checking the mouth of the tunnel for any sign of WinWin, but the entrance remains empty and dark behind the monster. You try not to let that worry you too much. You need to focus on the fire, on the heat, on creating a Sun.
The chittering sound of the beasts grow closer, and with your eyes closed you luckily can’t see them leering at you with their featureless round heads, their wide mouths and many teeth. Through your eyelids you can see the growing glow of a white-orange light; you can feel the tingle of the heat against your palms.
A warm breeze picks up, blowing your hair away from your face, whipping around you like a desert storm while the heat between your hands grows warmer. You can feel the heat leaching out of you to feed this sun you’re growing, fingertips growing cold even as you feel the heat kissing against them. It blows dry air against your face, baking you in its radiant heat, forcing your eyes open when a particularly harsh gust of blazing air hits you full in the face.
Around the edge of the corona on the sun you’ve created, you see the blurry image of the monsters of Purgatory, muddled by the heat mirage. Renjun is on the ground, pale and limp amid a bed of dead flowers. WinWin is still nowhere to be seen. Mark is fighting with a third beast that has appeared from somewhere, and the scene is that of flashing claws and teeth, a spray of blood that catches in the light of your creation.
You need it brighter, stronger.
You’re at the glow of a large bonfire, which has only served to draw the attention of the two creatures. The large one that abandoned Renjun prowls back and forth only a few feet in front of you, head turned towards your light. The other just watches, leering at you with its dripping maw. They’re not afraid of the light yet, not like Renjun had said. You need to push yourself harder, you know you can do it.
You seek along that connection inside of you, following it to that deep, fathomless place inside you. You reach into the well of power, feeling it white-hot and deep, liquid energy like gasoline for your fire. It’s limitless and you dive yourself into it, pooling it fully around you until you feel the world burst apart around you.
An aurora of white fire, edged in blue and orange and red, tinged golden and even purple in some places fills the night sky, turning it from night to day in a split second.
The creatures shriek. The big one in front of you crumples up on the ground, limbs drawing in, one set of its legs rising to uselessly cover its face. You can see the disgusting shrinking and burning of its fleshy skin, the curl of smoke rising, the pitch of its clicking and chattering growing until it cuts out entirely. The other cringes, shifting its weight back and forth, watching you uncertainly until the heat of your manifested Sun reaches it. You can see smoke rising from its flesh, skin bubbling and blistering before it screeches and flees, bounding away into the night.
The beast fighting Mark lingers the longest, though when stray flares flick out into the night, whipping at the creature’s body, it disentangles itself quickly, fleeing after the other, back into the darkness where it had come from.
The heat and light swell around you, reaching new heights and power.
Mark sinks backwards, lifting his arms to cover his face. THe edges of his sleeves singe, turning black and smoking. His skin is turning pink then red, and he’s shouting something; you can see his lips moving, but you can’t hear him over the deafening roar of your Sun, over the immense pounding of your own heart like a drum.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot movement.
A new threat, a shadow figure emerging from the hedge.
You ready yourself to send solar flares in the direction of this newcomer, but then you see the wonder in his eyes.
WinWin, stubbornly still alive despite the fight the monster put up, pulls himself from the tunnel still in his wolf form. He looks unsteady, holding one paw off the ground, but he’s watching you. You can see the light of your sun reflected back in his eyes. The awe and terror shining through, making his wolf eyes almost human.
With a shiver, you let the sun fall.
The darkness of dawn rushes back in. The glowing sphere falls to the ground, bounces once on the soil, and bursts like a bubble filled with smoke, the last of the glowing light rolls across the ground like fog, vanishing before your eyes.
Your body follows the sun to the ground, your knees hit the earth with a jarring thump. Your head pounds, the world wavering in the colors of dawn and darkness as you gasp for breath, all of your strength leaving you. You close your eyes, shivering and barely able to hold yourself upright, hands to the cold and damp earth. The world sways unsteadily around you. All of your nausea rushes back in, your vision fills entirely with black, and you feel yourself slipping away, untethered.
A hand curling over the back of your neck brings you back. Hot and firm, the hand on your neck draws you to lift your head.
You hear your name from a distance. Again. A tap against your cheek.
Slowly, you open your eyes, though they feel leaden.
WinWin.
Human again.
“Are you okay?” He asks, crouching down in front of you. “That was incredible.”
Mark is hunched over Renjun in the flowerbed now, feeding him a little blood, and already you can see Renjun’s slight color returning to his face.
The crumpled body of the dead creature smolders a few feet away.
“We should go,” you say, and your voice sounds faint and muffled even to your ears. “I don’t have the energy to attempt that again if any more of them come this way.”
WinWin helps you to your feet, an arm tight around your waist. You notice his other hand holds his clothes that you’d dropped in the chaos. They’re slightly singed from the sunburst, but he doesn’t appear in any hurry to put them on.
Renjun is blinking up at the sky when you and WinWin reach him. A little blood hangs at the corner of his mouth. Mark has his fingers pressed to Renjun’s pulse, brows drawn together in concern.
“He’s fine,” Mark announces. “Recovering, but fine.”
“And you?” You ask, reaching for Mark, to the burns that you can see on his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t consider how the sunlight would affect you. I was only thinking about making them go away.”
“I’m fine,” Mark says quickly. “Really, I’m fine.”
You muster a little smile. “You keep saying that, but I don’t think you know what it means.” Repeating his words from just yesterday to him brings a flash of a smile to Mark’s lips. “But if you insist you’re fine, then we should definitely get moving.”
Renjun brushes Mark away as he offers a helping hand up, and instead Renjun pushes his elbows on the ground to be able to sit up by himself. “You’re right. We need to get out of here. Who knows who’s coming after that light show. Appreciate it though.”
There’s a long gash across his belly, the shirt torn, but the skin beneath is healing thanks to Mark. Smaller scratches and bruises are already nearly healed on his face, arms, and neck, but there is one wound that seems to be healing slower than the rest, a large bite mark still oozing blood at his shoulder.
“I’m fine,” Renjun repeats. You and Mark exchange a look and a small smile. “We just need to go.”
As Renjun stands, you look back over at WinWin. He’s redressed in his singed clothes now, plucking at burnt bits that still cling on, but your attention slides past his shoulder to the House rising out of the darkness in the distance. Lights fill the windows, shadowed figures line the rooftop, and you can tell the Watchers are searching.
You take WinWin’s hand. “We have to go now.”
Renjun can’t run as quickly as before, limping as he takes off around a curve in the hedge wall. You don’t ask WinWin why he hasn’t transformed back into a wolf, but he’s limping as well, his lips pressed in a grimace as he keeps pace with you, so you suspect he must be injured as well. Mark has his own injuries, nursing an arm against his chest, and you don’t miss the sneaky kick he leaves against the corpse of the defeated beast.
This new path that Renjun guides the way along is tight and winding, and you quickly realize he’s leading you through a maze. And it’s clearly not one that he knows incredibly well.
He pauses at intersections, head turning back and forth between the two paths. He leads you all down a dead-end and you have to retrace your footsteps. When he leads you down a second dead-end, Mark sighs.
“Are you trying to get us lost or are we heading for the center of the maze?” Mark asks. “Because I could see this maze from our window at the House, and I swear you’re taking all the wrong turns.”
That makes WinWin stiffen beside you, his doubts on Renjun reawakened.
Renjun spins to face the three of you.
WinWin steps forward, looking so much larger than Renjun as he comes closer. He’s still holding onto your hand, making sure you’re secure.
“The fountain!” Renjun blurts, cringing away as WinWin stalks towards him. “I’m taking you to the fountain! Can’t you hear it?”
You can hear it, actually.
A soft burbling that you now remember hearing the first night on your arrival. Back then you’d not seen a fountain, and right now you don’t see one either, but it’s certainly close by. You can hear the tinkling sound of water falling, the quiet rush of it moving over a lip in the fountain.
“We’re close, but I can’t remember where the turn is.” Renjun rakes his fingers through his hair in frustration. “All we have to do is get to this fountain. It’s like the one you used to come here. Once we’re through, we’ll be safe.”
You pull on WinWin’s hand, and he sinks backwards from Renjun. “Are we going back to Hell City?” You don’t think that seems like the safest option considering that’s where the Watchers found Ten and Yuta the last time, but you don’t know where else Renjun could find that would be safe from them. They’re the Watchers; it’s kind of their whole thing to be able to see everything, to have some idea where everyone is.
“Not there.” Renjun slips around WinWin, and he brushes his hand on your shoulder. “Somewhere safer, I promise. They won’t find us there.”
He doesn’t elaborate, though you think it would be better if he did. Now neither WinWin nor Mark seem to have much trust in the elfin man as he turns a new corner, his head held high and ears perked to catch any new hints for the fountain.
You start to follow, but WinWin pulls on your hand so you fall back to his side.
“Can we trust him?” WinWin asks for what feels to be the hundredth time. “Like, what the fuck is going on? He’s not explaining anything to us, he got us out of our warm, safe bed in the middle of the night just to lead us into danger, and now he’s leading us in circles and doesn’t seem to actually know where the fuck he’s going.”
Mark lowers his head, scuffing his toes over the ground. “I like him. I want to trust him, but I saw this maze from our window. I spent one whole night memorizing it when I was bored, and I can’t tell where he’s taking us.”
“He just said he’s taking us to a fountain!” You argue, pulling your hand free of WinWin’s. “Why do you both find him so difficult to trust?”
“Well why do you find him so easy to trust?” WinWin spits back.
“Maybe it’s one of my main character faults.” You slip away from him, stepping around Mark as well. “I trust too easily. Like the night I met you, WinWin. But that night you were just trying to fuck me. Renjun is trying to save us.”
WinWin at least has the decency to look slightly ashamed.
“He’s never shown me any reason to doubt him, and he’s done nothing but help us since we came here.” You look between the faces of your two lovers. “Maybe he couldn’t help us get Yuta and Ten out, but at least he’s helping us escape. I can’t imagine the pressure he must feel with you, WinWin, constantly breathing down his neck, ready to rip into him for the slightest mistake. He’s trying to help, show some gratitude.”
WinWin stands like a chastised puppy, tail between his legs, head bowed. He’s not so used to seeing you irritated with him. Mark’s wringing his hands together in front of him, watching you with an expression that reads as hoping you don’t turn on him next but also pretty in awe of you right now.
“What?” You ask.
Mark smiles. “You’re just kinda hot right now.”
WinWin groans. “Now isn’t the fucking time, Mark.”
The vampire’s grin grows wider, flashing his fangs at WinWin. “It’s always—“
Rapid footsteps fly along the pathway, a body throws itself around the corner of the maze. You swing on instinct at the shape of someone coming at you.
Renjun ducks, dodging your fist, but slipping on the ground and landing hard on his ass. He quickly scrambles to his feet. “I found it!” He rushes through his words, eyes bright with excitement. “I found the fountain, but I also heard Watchers. They’re closer than I expected they’d be.”
WinWin grumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear, but you have a good idea that it was probably an insult to Renjun’s navigational skills.
Renjun runs off again, light footed on the path, and you push yourself to follow behind him. Mark zips ahead of you, just as agile and quick as Renjun. WinWin curses the pair of them as he limps along beside you.
“Are you okay?” The question slips out when WinWin stumbles.
“Fine,” he growls. Maybe, if all four of you survive tonight, you’re going to ban the use of that word because none of you ever seem to use it when it’s actually true. “Let’s just get to the damn fountain.”
Each corner you turn, you see Mark and Renjun disappearing around the next until at last you round the corner and find a forking path. The left fork leads on through the maze, though the path grows denser and darker, with trees throwing out roots among the hedges. The right fork leads directly to a small round clearing.
A square-based fountain sits in the middle. Black water spouts from the top, pouring down into a second tier before falling into the base. It reminds you a lot of the other one in the square in Hell City.
Mark already has one foot in the water when you and WinWin reach them. The water comes up to mid-thigh on him already, and when he throws the second foot over the edge of the fountain, taking a step further in, the black water rises to his waist.
He looks over his shoulder, eyes locked on yours. “I’ll see you on the other side.”
Mark sinks below the surface, the black water closing over him, swallowing all signs of him.
“You next,” WinWin says to Renjun, gesturing at the water.
Renjun doesn’t hesitate, leaping over the side of the fountain, sending up a spray of the black water. The droplets glimmer like bits of obsidian against the sky as the sun finally breaks over the horizon, rays stretching out to catch the droplets. Renjun too vanishes beneath the surface.
You remember the last time you did this. It felt a little bit like drowning and you’re not terribly eager to try it again. And besides that, you’re still tired. The restless night, the expended energy in the sunburst, the constant running. You’re exhausted, and now it’s the last leg of this marathon, or at least you hope it is. You’ve got to swim down and down and down until down becomes up once more.
“We can go together,” WinWin suggests. “I’ll help you. I know you’re tired.” His hand slips into yours again, squeezing reassuringly as he says, “You can help me too. My leg is a little fucked, but we’ll deal with that on the other side.”
A shout carries through the air, a booming voice calling out through the hedge maze in a language you don’t understand. A second voice answers, then another and another, and you realize that each answering call sounds a little closer.
“Now.” You clasp WinWin’s hand. “Together.”
You don’t splash into the fountain, too worried that a Watcher might be close enough to hear. You slip your legs over the edge, sliding into the icy water. WinWin steps in just as silently.
The Watcher with the booming voice calls out again, and as you hear the chorus of answering voices in the morning air, you realize that one stands just on the other side of the curving hedge nearest to you.
You take a deep breath, and you make the dive, WinWin’s warm hand in yours as the cold water bursts against every inch of your skin. WinWin sinks down with you, the black water making everything pitch black but for the faint rippling image of Purgatory’s sky and the top edges of the maze above the surface.
Now the only way to go is down.
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a/n: Another sorta cliff-hanger! Where do you think Renjun is taking them? Do you think that she’s actually right to trust him, unlike WinWin (and to some degree) Mark? What does them leaving mean for the trial, and the resulting fates of Yuta and Ten after the trial’s verdict is delivered?
As usual, likes, comments, reblogs, just generally sharing this for more people to enjoy, are all always appreciated! Thank you so much for enjoying this story, and I can’t wait for you all to read the next update in a week! 💗
#nct smut#mark lee smut#ten smut#yuta smut#nct 127 smut#wayv smut#winwin smut#nct#nct 127#wayv#unholy
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NCT 127 ⋆ ★
⋆ JOHNNY oneshot [writing/editing/on hold]
⋆ MUSIC, DANCE - TAEYONG college au [writing/editing/on hold] 📌
⋆ YUTA strangers to lovers au [writing/editing/on hold]
NCT DREAM ⋆ ★
⋆ MARK coffee shop au [writing/editing/on hold]
⋆ 7 DAYS - HAECHAN college au [writing/editing/on hold]
⋆ JAEMIN friends to lovers au [writing/editing/on hold]
WayV ⋆ ★
⋆ WINWIN dance teammates to lovers au [writing/editing/on hold]
⋆ FALSIFY - XIAOJUN college au [writing/editing/on hold]
RIIZE ⋆ ★
nothing now!
Stray Kids ⋆ ★
⋆ OT8 horror au [writing/editing/on hold]
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