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[junn-ahn]

Forbidden Waltz | Kang Yeosang

SYNOPSIS. Your university is quite well renowned for its creative and abstract programs, so it was no surprise that the majority of the students were pursuing a profession in arts. There was a focus in art, film, dance, drama, music, you could go on. These departments, however, enforced an unspoken, exclusive clique social norm. You never understood it. Thus, the student body was quite split based on their major.

PAIRING. Dance Major! Yeosang x Art Major! Reader (afab)

GENRE. enemies to lovers, mutual pining, edgy Yeosang, smut, Dom! Yeosang

WARNINGS. Profanity, NSFW, bullying themes, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy!), penetrative sex, fingering, oral (giving) semi public sex (?)

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Ever since freshman orientation, you remembered that one man’s stupid fucking face

Kang Yeosang

He was one of the most talented dancers to enter the university's program, being consistently scouted and recruited from various labels and companies

Despite this, he never paid attention to any of the offers he received

He would always gloat about how he valued the college experience more than putting himself out there for fame

You couldn't stand him. He was so full of himself.

Sure, you would admit that he was good-looking. Maybe more like exceptionally good-looking, but you would never admit that aloud

He already had the entire student body whipped for him. Not only was he phenomenal at dance but he had a charismatic personality as well

He was a magnet for people, that was for sure

quickly climbing the social hierarchy at the school, and of course, being in a completely different field of study had the two of you barely seeing one another

which was a good thing, you thought

You didn't know what it was, but something about him really bothered you

He always presented himself as a model student, he wouldn’t take anything less than perfect

In addition, he seemed to have no qualms with anyone, including departments outside of dance

He was odd, that was for sure

You swore this kid was some sort of machine from what you heard about him, it seemed too good to be true

And you were right

You have to walk past the dance department to reach your section of the art building

A practice room door is cracked open and you hear someone… punching a wall?

You poked your head in and saw none other than Yeosang slumped against the mirror, head held in his hands

“I fucking hate this goddamn school I hate all these annoying ass dickheads I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.”

Holy shit.

Mr. Perfect wasn't so perfect anymore

You were lost in your own wave of thoughts until you noticed Yeosang looking directly at you, eyes narrowed to points

“What the fuck do you want?”

He is not having it.

Who does this art nerd think they are? invading his practice room like it's some kind of open house.

“Get the fuck out,” he pulled himself upward and took a few steps toward the door where you stood

Your lips flatten into a tight line. “Sorry, sorry I’m going—,” You pulled yourself away from the door and slammed it shut

Fuck.

He was not happy.

You knew the power he held on campus too

Anxiety hit you like a bus.

What if he told people that you were a creep?? What if he got the art department to turn on you??

You vigorously shook your head, praying that nothing would come from that interaction

boy were you wrong

You swore you never saw this man on campus and now suddenly you see him everywhere??

Wherever you go— the library, dining hall, and in the unfortunately shared building between art and dance — he is always right behind you

It got to a point where you would purposefully show up early or late to places to avoid spotting the all-too-familiar brunette.

That was until he had you cornered in your art room.

“What are you doing here?” You spun around, dropping the brush in your hands and nearly kicking your easel over

“You don’t belong here—“

Yeosang slammed the studio door behind him, rattling your art supplies on the table.

You nearly jumped a foot into the air

“What the fuck!”

He simply folded his arms over his chest and leaned his body against the doorframe.

“I thought it’d do you well to have a taste of your own actions,” He yawned, his gaze followed your movements in an almost predatory manner.

“Are you serious— it was a mistake! I never meant to go into your dumbass dance studio,” you scoffed, returning your focus to the painting in front of you.

As you swiped your brush across the textured canvas, doing your best to avoid the pair of eyes burning into the back of your head, you failed to notice a shadow looming over your figure.

“Hmm, maybe you are talented after all.” Yeosang’s breath fanned across the nape of your neck, tickling your skin softly.

You leaped out of your seat, tripping and nearly knocking everything over in front of you had you not saved yourself on a nearby counter.

“Seriously Yeosang, get out.” You hissed with disdain. “I can’t focus on getting anything done when you’re—“

He advanced toward you, step by step.

You hadn’t realized how close he had gotten to you until your back hit the edge of the counter.

shit

His hands caged you against the table and you felt him tilt his head down toward you

"Hm?" His eyes raked down your body as his head leaned to the side

“Whats wrong artsy?” He wore a shit eating grin displayed across his lips.

“Yeosang Im not playing around right now I need to—!”

You were cut short as his lips crashed against yours. His hands moved from the counter to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You found yourself frozen, before you melted into his touch.

What has gotten into you?

He pulled away for a split second to take a breath, his gaze resting on your lips.

“I didn’t take you as a rule breaker,” He chuckled lowly, his hand traveling to the side of your waist.

You hated to admit it, but something inside of you was actually enjoying this.

A dance and art student?? getting together?? never heard of.

Let alone in the middle of an art studio.

“Yeo—“

His hands gripped your sides and he lifted you onto the counter, boxing you in with his arms.

“Hmm?” He looked up at you, his eyes flashing with mischief.

“We’re in an art atudio,” you hesitated, shifting your weight around.

“And?” He leaned forward, causing you to lean backward on your hands.

“I— Isn’t this a little much?” Your eyes darted around the room, inspecting the entrances and windows.

“Not if we make this quick,” Yeosang grins up at you.

His hands make their way down to the waistband of your bottoms. His eyes meet yours, waiting for any hesitation or uncertainty.

“Y—You can.” You managed to sputter out, turning away from his gaze.

Despite looking away you could practically feel him smirking.

His fingers dipped up under your shirt, the tips of his fingers grazing over your waist before dipping down and hooking onto your waistband.

You lift yourself up slightly, allowing him to better remove the article of clothing.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed, slipping your bottoms off your ankles before tossing it aside.

“Yeo,” you whispered in a hushed tone, squeezing your fists beside you.

What a tease.

His fingers travel down your stomach to the innermost part of your thighs, tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

You whined in response, tensing your legs together as if to create some sort of friction.

His hands continue kneading your thighs until you feel a finger graze your slit.

You let out a soft moan in response, eliciting a pleased hum from Yeosang.

He teases your entrance, spreading your arousal around before plunging a finger inside of you.

You let out a soft moan, “Yeo—“

Your voice catches in your throat when he starts pumping in and out of you, curling his finger upward with his movements.

Your hands fly to grip the table beneath you and you stifled the sounds that threatened to escape past your lips.

He slips a second finger inside you, his movements quickening with each stroke.

He grins up toward you, a seemingly sweet face in contrast to what his hands were doing to you.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught,” he leaned over you before sliding his fingers out of you and guiding you off the counter.

His hand caressed the side of your face before he began to lower the waist band of his pants.

You slowly sunk to your knees, your hands over taking his to lower his pants down beneath his hips.

All that was left was his boxers, and you could practically see the outline of his hard on

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers before sliding them down his thighs

Holy fuck

You wrap your fingers around his length, stroking him a few times before you engulf him with your lips

He lets out a low groan of satisfaction, his hand traveling down to cup your cheek

You began bobbing your head down his length, and Yeosang’s head lulled back

“You’re doing so well for me,” he whispered, looking down at you to meet your gaze.

Your eyes met his as you kept up with your pace

Yeosang fisted your hair, guiding your head down his length when a sharp knock to the door alerted you both

You pulled away from him immediately, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you

The door handle jiggled, and to your relief it had been locked

Yeosang chuckled silently, his gaze shifting from the door back to your form on the floor

“What, did you think I’d be so careless?”

“Now, let’s get back to where we left off.”

[junn-ahn]

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[ 11:24 ]

Yeosang pulls you into his lap, planting kisses down your neck onto your collarbone.

"Yeo stop- it tickles!" You giggled into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"No," he muffles into your skin, his soft lips grazing up your neck until his lips meet yours. His lips are soft and move gently against yours. He's always soft with you, he loves taking his time to worship you and take you in at his own pace. He basks in your scent, pulling away momentarily just to take a breath. His eyes bore into yours, gleaming with joy. His eyes trailed across your features before gently holding the sides of your face, tilting your head down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"I adore you, my love."

[junn-ahn]

[13:55]

Yeonjun pulls you into his lap, shoving his face into the nape of your neck, peppering your skin with kisses. The two of you are snuggled up on your couch, a movie playing softly in the background. It wasn’t often the two of you got to share this kind of mundane moment, as your scheduled often collided. You leaned back into his touch, relishing the feeling.

“I love you, Yeonjun.”

You turned your head back to face your boyfriend. He smiled back at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you more, (Y/N).”

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[18:19]

Baekhyun's hands grip your waist, pulling you back closer into his chest. The two of you were snuggled up watching a winter movie, the air emitting an aroma of hot chocolate and mint. You giggled quietly to yourself. "I don't think we can get any closer than this," you joked, turning your head to peck the side of his rosy cheek. "Yes we can," Baekhyun mumbled into the nape of your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin before settling back in the crook of your neck to watch the film. It was days like these where you wished time would freeze.

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[20:34]

San looks down at your resting form, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he notices your closed eyes. His slender fingers find the back of your head, stroking your hair gently. In less than 5 minutes both of you are asleep soundlessly on your couch, San’s hand still tangled in your hair.

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[ 18:19 ]

Baekhyun's hands grip your waist, pulling you back closer into his chest. The two of you were snuggled up watching a winter movie, the air emitting an aroma of hot chocolate and mint. You giggled quietly to yourself. "I don't think we can get any closer than this," you joked, turning your head to peck the side of his rosy cheek. "Yes we can," Baekhyun mumbled into the nape of your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin before settling back in the crook of your neck to watch the film. It was days like these where you wished time would freeze.

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Sweet Venom | Heesung

Fallen Angel! Heesung x Reader | Oneshot

SYNOPSIS. Unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow classmates happens to be your guardian angel. He watches over you silently, as he is to never interfere with your life’s path. He was sent to protect you. Alas, Heesung seems to have tabled his duties after your classmate Jay starts getting too close for comfort.

PAIRING. Fallen Angel Heesung x Reader

GENRE. slight angst, possessive Heesung, strangers to friends to lovers

WARNINGS. Violence, Profanity, Implied/NSFW, Death, Religious Aspects (not really but)

WORD COUNT. 4.5k

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“I would give up heaven if I had to, just to get another taste of your sweet venom.”

"I really don't wanna go to this lecture," you whined, taking sloppy steps as your friend Gaeul pulled you behind her.

"We have an exam in this class soon! I don't wanna be responsible for helping you cram a day before." She shook her head, drawing her lips into a thin line.

The two of you hurried to your seats and set down your belongings. The professor hadn't arrived yet, so you both had time to take a breather.

"I hate this fucking class." you groaned, slumping back into your chair while holding your head in your hands. Gaeul nods in agreement, "Literally no one cares about statistics, but we need this class to graduate."

You exchanged a blunt look with Gaeul. She was right, but that didn't make you want to be here any more than you already did. As the professor made his way toward the front of the classroom, you noted a presence settling beside you.

"Oh! Hey Jay." Gaeul gave him a little smile, waving her hand in his direction.

“Ready to be bored to death for an hour?” Jay snickers, elbowing you softly. The class began and the three of you did your best to at least try to understand the professor. He might as well have been a broken record from how much information he repeated, you weren’t complaining though. Less to study, less to remember. The clock hit 11:00 and the students arose from their seats. You stretched out your arms above you, a small yawn escaping through your lips.

“Lunch?” Gaeul pointed toward you and Jay, motioning in the direction of the dining hall.

“Down,” You replied, settling your backpack strap onto your shoulder. Jay nodded along, following after you and Gaeul. 

Most of the students had cleared the lecture hall at this point, however, Heesung remained seated. His eyes trailed toward where you exited, and he let out a long sigh. His duty was quite simple. As your guardian angel, he must protect you. Granted, he cannot save you from the petty day-to-day interactions however, he does his best to try and steer you away from trouble. He’s already been reprimanded for interjecting himself a little too much in your life, but Heesung ignored his superiors' comments. He had not broken the golden rule of all guardians: You shall not directly place yourself into your human’s life. Heesung would never be able to talk to you, sit next to you, interact with you, or anything. He was bitter. As much as he loved being your angel, he wanted to be more to you. He had such a burning passion for you, and he doubted anyone else could match his efforts. You were perfect, in his eyes. 

Heesung decided to get up, trudging toward your dining area. His expression was anything but pleased. He couldn’t stand sitting afar, watching as you and Jay shared a conversation. Even from a distance, he could still see how your eyes twinkled with playful mischief. How you smiled so brightly, full of pure joy. The way the corners of your lips would curve upward before you laughed at something Gaeul said. 

This was his life. Doomed to watch over you for the rest of his life, without being able to admire you for himself. He hated it. He hated to admit that he was jealous of some worthless human. A long sigh escaped his lungs as his fingers scrunched his hair into a messy fistful. He shook his head, eliminating these thoughts from his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. He shouldn’t be thinking about you. He was your angel, and that was all he would ever be to you. 

The day went on and you attended the rest of your usual classes. Luckily, a professor had cancelled your afternoon class due to roadwork. You silently pumped your fist beside you, thanking the universe that you could leave early. 

Heesung eyes crinkled into tiny crescents and chuckled to himself, you were just too cute. 

You snacked on some food you brought on your way to the dorms, humming to yourself. Fortunately for you, your campus was on the smaller side. The walk was manageable, and you honestly enjoyed it. It was nice to get a breath of fresh air after being holed up in classrooms for hours. 

You made it to the main campus crosswalk, impatiently waiting for the traffic light to change. When it finally did, you began to briskly walk. You just wanted to be in your bed doing nothing. You were halfway across the road when a car comes racing down the street. The putrid smell of gas floods your senses before you can even think to move. 

I’m gonna fucking die. 

It almost felt like slow motion. You saw the car coming toward you and yet, you couldn’t find strength in your legs to move. Even if you had attempted to dodge, you were simply not fast enough to compete with a speeding vehicle. Your eyes screwed shut, turning your back to the car as if to shield you from the damage it would inflict. When the car had passed and the roaring engine died down, you hesitantly opened your eyes. You were across the crosswalk, untouched. Safe. You stood there for a second, taking in your environment. This was impossible. You definitely did not imagine that car, nor did you believe you made it across the crosswalk in time. 

“Are you okay? That was close," a voice questioned. You lifted your gaze up to meet the boy standing before you. He had fluffy blonde hair that framed his features. His gaze was soft, and a warmth seemed to radiate off of him. He looks like he walked out of a magazine, he’s gorgeous. You stop yourself from gawking and straighten your posture. 

“Hi,” you looked him up and down. Where had he come from? “Uh, yeah I think I’m alright?” You pat down your clothes, as if checking to see that you’re in one piece. 

“If you hadn’t ran last second that car would have seriously hit you! Watch where you’re going,” he scolded with a light and airy tone. 

“I thought–” You paused. You definitely were not even close to the other side of the road, let alone outrun that car. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” you bowed your head awkwardly. “I don’t recognize you, what’s your name?” 

He can’t help but feel a little giddy inside. Had he broken the rule that he swore to never break? Yes. Did he care? Not at all. His lips quirked up into a little smirk. “Heesung. You’re (Y/N) right?”

Your eyes widened suspiciously. “How do you know my name?” Your brows knit together, looking at the boy with a stern gaze. 

“We have a class together I’m pretty sure. I sit in the back so it makes sense why you wouldn’t have seen me around.” He explained.

“Ah, I guess you’re right.” You nodded, checking your phone for the time. “Well, I should get back to my dorm. It was nice meeting you Heesung! I’ll see you in class.” You waved at him before you trekked your way to the dorms. 

He returned your wave with a smile, hesitating to walk away to make sure you were alright. Heesung was more worried about your well-being than the fact that he broke his oath to the Arch Angels. Surely they wouldn’t find out so quickly, right? There were millions of guardian angels occupying Earth with the same duties. He sucked in a breath, holding it in his lungs before exhaling. It was time to go ‘home’. He frowned, drawing what looked like a star in the air before vanishing.

“What were you thinking?” The Arch Angel gazed down upon Heesung, her voice strained with concern. “You made an oath, Heesung.” Another chimed in. Heesung knelt before the Arch Council, his head hanging low. 

“I couldn’t watch them die. You have to understand–!” He cried out. 

“Silence.” The Arch Angels hushed the crowd. 

“Heesung,” she began. “You broke your oath to us, your brothers, and your assigned heavenly duties.” She paused, a look of disappointment flashing across her soft features. 

“Come forward.” She gestured Heesung to stand and come forth.

He stood from his knees, his hands folded in front of him. 

“You will not return here. Ever” She declared. “You are to be stripped of your angelic features and sent to earth as a mortal.”

Heesung nearly choked on air. “What do you mean–?” 

She silenced him again, beginning to make her way down to where he stood. When she arrived, Heesung was trembling. What was she going to do? She came face to face with Heesung, pressing her thumb to his forehead. A searing pain ripped through his body and he nearly doubled over. He felt like his soul was being torn away from him. 

“I’m sorry, Heesung.” She embraced the quivering boy who now gargled sounds of pain. He had never felt physical pain before. Her hands made their way to his back, running down his shoulder blades before his face contorted in agony. She was stripping him of his wings. He couldn’t begin to process the burning sensation that erupted from his back. He couldn’t even speak. He dropped to his knees, barely catching himself with his hands. He couldn’t breathe. His entire body was trembling and burning. Is this really just punishment for offending the oath?

The Arch Angel stepped back from Heesung. “Goodbye, Heesung.”

Heesung awoke in a daze. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know where he was. He was mutilated. He shut his eyes, rallying the strength to pull himself up and off the ground. His head was throbbing, not to mention his arms that were going numb from the pain. He appeared to be in some sort of school building. Doors lined the hallway with various name tags and decorations. What was this place? He stumbled around, doing his best to act as normal as he could. He wandered around until discovering a room with his name on it. He paused. After abusing him in heaven they were ‘gracious’ enough to give him someplace to stay? He scoffed to himself, rolling his eyes before he gripped the door handle and slowly swung it open. It was very bare, but he wasn’t complaining. Better than being left on the streets. He sprawled out onto the twin sized bed, sucking in a sharp breath. 

“Fuck.” His eyes fluttered shut in frustration. He would explore his surroundings later. For now, he opted to lay on the dingy little mattress. Anything to slightly relieve him of the pain he had endured. Resting his body, Heesung drifted off into a slumber. Tomorrow, he hoped it would be better. He silently wished that this was some sort of sick prank his superiors were playing on him. To get him to abide by the rules. Despite knowing in the back of his mind that it was not the case, he entertained the thought. 

The sun dripped over his features, a gentle reminder that the next day had come. He pulled himself up, wincing slightly but felt his arms regaining some of their strength. He only had one pair of clothes, and near zero essentials that humans typically have. He sighed. He had a bank account on earth just because, however, he never thought he’d actually have to use it. Money was a funny concept to him. He had never had to exchange paper for an item. He found it odd. Regardless, he gathered up his things and set out to explore.

It was a surprise to him when he exited the building to find himself on your campus. He was back here? He knit his brows together in confusion, then suddenly he was elated. He was on your campus. He didn’t have to abide by those stupid rules set for him. He could talk to you freely without consequence! He felt a sense of excitement rise in his chest. He had to find you somehow. He knew where your classes were, so maybe he could catch you in an afternoon class you had. He silently prayed he would get an opportunity to talk with you today.

The afternoon rolled around and you had just sat down at your afternoon lecture. You haphazardly yanked the notebook out from your back and smacked it onto your desk. This week had been too long. You needed this class to be over and done with. The door handle twists and a familiar face appears. 

His eyes meet yours and he shoots you a grin, “mind if I sit with you?”

“Yeah that's fine with me,” you nodded your head, scooting over so that Heesung would have a comfortable amount of space. “So this is the class where you sit all the way in the back, hmm?” You quirked an eyebrow toward the boy.

“Ah, yeah. I sat in the back row.” Heesung sheepishly admitted, running a hand through his hair. 

“Well, at least now we can sit together!” You beamed.

“Cute,” Heesung whispers under his breath, his lips curling into a smile at your sentiment. “You better watch out and hope I don’t distract you during lecture,” he nudged her elbow.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind. This class bores me to death anyways.” You stretched your arms out in front of you, folding them into a pretzel and resting your head on them. “At least this is the last class for the day, or, at least for me.” You chirped. 

Heesung nodded. “Do you have any plans after class?” He wrung his hands together under the desk, praying you didn’t have any obligations.

“Yeah I do! I’m going to a really cute cafe with my friends Gaeul and Jay. Do you know them?”

Heesung held himself back from cringing at the mention of Jay’s name. He shook his head, “No I don’t think I recognize those names, are they our year?”

You nodded, pulling out your phone to bring up the many pictures you had of the three of you. “I think you’d get along with them, they’re super fun and sweet. Actually, did you wanna come with us?” You looked at him expectantly.

Heesung never said yes faster in his life. He coughed, catching his breath calming himself to avoid future embarrassment. “Yeah, I’d love to,” he grinned, meeting your gaze with a look of giddiness. 

“Yay I’m glad! I’ll let them know you’re coming,” you began tapping on your phone, opening the group chat you had with Gaeul and Jay. 

(Y/N): Hey!! I invited my friend Heesung to come with us today after class, is that alright with you guys?? He doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends and I think you guys would really like him :)

Gaeul <;3: Yes omg!!! Please bring him we need more energy in this group,,

Jay: What’s that supposed to mean… 

Gaeul <;3: Anyways, I’ll see you both later ! <3

Jay: Okay,, ╥ ╥

(Y/N): Love you both, see ya <3 !!

You slid your phone back into your pocket, looking back at Heesung. “Ah, lecture’s gonna start now,” you pouted, fixing you’re posture and opening your notebook.

“At least we have something to look forward to after class,” Heesung reminded you, which seemed to lift your spirits. The lecture went on as normal, the professor talking for a straight hour of bullshit. You really couldn’t comprehend how he managed to waste an hour of your day every time this class was scheduled. The time eventually hit where students began to prematurely pack their bags and put away their things so they could bolt out of this godforsaken room. You couldn’t blame them, you were the same.

“Heesung,” you loosely grabbed his sleeve. It took Heesung by surprise, he flinched before his eyes landed on your hand. 

“Uh. yeah what’s up?” He smiled, trying to suppress the large grin his face threatened to display. 

“We’re gonna meet Gaeul and Jay at the main parking lot, lets walk together!”

The two of you walked side by side across the campus. He learned a bit more about you, granted, he saw you everyday of his life. You just didn’t know he existed until a day ago. He didn’t mind though. Being able to talk to you was more than enough to satisfy him.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Gaeul yell, her body jumping up and down while she waved her arms in the air. You giggled to yourself, beginning to quicken your pace toward your friend. “You excited? I can’t wait to try all the yummy pastries!” Gaeul pumped her arms next to her, a fire blazing in her eyes. She had a very bubbly persona at school, but when it came to food she was so serious. There was nothing more she enjoyed than a good sweet treat. 

“Me too, I was looking at the menu earlier and I saw they have a lot of crepe flavors.” You licked your lips, imaging the sweet sugary dessert already.

“Alright alright, let’s get moving then shall we?” Jay interjected. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was really excited to try their cute drinks and little treats. Heesung stood beside you, hands resting in his pockets. He really didn’t care about Gaeul or Jay. They didn’t concern him right now, at least. He tolerated them though, only because they were your friends.

Jay and Gaeul sat in the front while you and Heesung sat next to one another in the back. The car ride was short, but the moments where your knees would accidentally touch made Heesung crazy. He still couldn’t believe this was his reality. It was absolutely horrid that he was denounced as an angel, but he would give up heaven for you. 

The four of you sat down at a circular table in the center of the cafe. A white table cloth was neatly draped over the wooden platform and gold rimmed plates and saucers decorated the table. Even the silverware was painted with dainty gold detailing. 

Gaeul was absolutely going wild, taking pictures of literally anything and everything in this room. She was so in love. “If the place looks this good, I bet the food will be even better,” she squealed excitedly. 

“Don’t eat the whole cafe, Gaeul.” Jay jokingly nudged her, shooting her a smug look.

“Hey, don’t yuck my yum.” She huffed, crossing her arms and turning away from Jay.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Being with them always made you feel safe. The three of you always shared such a carefree attitude that made your school days go by much quicker. 

“So, what are you thinking about ordering?” You leaned over to see what Heesung was investigating on the menu. 

“I don’t know, do you have any recommendations? I haven’t really had many of these desserts before.” He spoke sheepishly, reading down the list of pastries and confectioneries. 

“I really like crepes! I think they're sooo fluffy and sweet and–” You took in a breath, shutting your eyes. “They’re just so good you have to try them,” you placed your hand on Heesungs. “Like, you have to try a crepe while we’re here.”

Heesung grinned at your antics, he of course, ended up ordering a crepe like you suggested. The time at the cafe went well without a hitch. Although Heesung didn’t really talk much, you sensed that he felt comfortable.

“Hey (Y/N), what kind of crepe did you get?” Jay tilted his head, eye-ing your dish from beside you. 

“Oh! I got the honey mixed nut banana one. It’s honestly better than I thought,” your fork poked your crepe softly. “Did you wanna try some?” You began slicing at a small portion of your dessert.

“I mean, if you don’t mind,” Jay looked to the side, a small smile painting his lips. 

“Yeah I don’t mind!” You beamed, setting the piece on Jay’s plate. 

“Can I try it too?” Heesung leaned toward you, almost to the point where you could feel his breath fanning across your face. 

“A-ah yeah! Of course,” you shook your head to get yourself out of that trance. You were probably imagining things. 

When you cut off the crepe piece, you were about to set it on his plate when he tilted his head. He looked up at you expectantly, touching his lips to your fork. You flushed, he wanted you to feed it to him? It felt more intimate than it should have when his lips nibbled at the fork, cleaning the utensil of any stray crumbs. You watched his expression change into a euphoric expression.

“Wow, that is really good.” He looked back toward you, his tongue swiping any honey tidbits that stuck to his lips. His gaze lingered on yours just for a moment longer before he pulled away from you, straightening himself and returning to lounging in his chair. 

The entire time this scene is playing out Gaeul is watching Jay. He did not look pleased at all. She had a suspicion that Jay had liked you for some time, but this confirmed it for her. After all, what man would NOT be upset watching the girl feed another man. When she stole a glance toward Heesung she could’ve swore he glared at Jay. Awkward. She knew they hadn’t met before, but the tension between them felt vicious already. Regardless, you didn’t seem to pick up on it so she opted to ignore her suspicions for now.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You waved toward Gaeul and Jay. They lived in a different dorm complex than you, so you parted ways in the parking lot. 

“Can I walk you home?” Heesung offered, it almost came out as a whisper. Was he nervous?

“Y-yeah thats fine,” you nodded your head vigorously, unsure of what to say next. 

The walk back to your dorm was quiet. Heesung strode next to you comfortably. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but instead a mutually agreed upon atmosphere. The two of you would occasionally bump arms and mutter a string of apologies to one another before laughing. Despite not knowing Heesung for long, you could already tell you felt safe in his presence. It wasn’t something you could put into words, but whenever you were around him you just felt as if you were weightless. 

“Well, this is my dorm building,” you stopped in front of a long stone building. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Heesung smiled, his eyes twinkling. 

“Yeah for sure!” You nodded eagerly. You began to take a step back toward your dorm when you felt Heesung loosely wrap his fingers around your forearm. Spinning around, you looked him up and down. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you swore you could hear the blood rushing through your ears. 

“Sorry if I startled you,” Heesung released his grasp and hugged his arm back to his own chest. “I was just wondering if I could get your number? So we can maybe exchange notes or hang out if you want?” He internally cringed, hoping he wasn’t coming off as weird.

“Yeah!” You almost exclaimed a bit too loudly. “Um, yeah here’s my phone if you want to put in your contact info,” you fished your device out from your pocket and handed it to Heesung. The tips of your fingers tingled as his hand brushed against yours in that moment. After he was done inputting his info, he handed your phone back to you. 

You couldn’t help but grin when you saw he named his contact ‘Heesungie <3’

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Heesung smiled softly, lingering before walking further down the street. 

Today couldn’t have been better. His head replayed the moment in the cafe with you on loop. He could tell Jay was furious with his actions, but he didn’t care. He was just ahead of the game compared to Jay. He didn’t stand a chance. And even if he did, Heesung wouldn’t let Jay get any further.

“Oh my god (Y/N), is that what I think it is?” Gaeul’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she eyed the small purple blotch sitting on your collarbone.

“Gaeul!” You hissed playfully, pulling your shirt collar up to try and hide the mark. 

“No way…” She gaped at you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N) that has never even held hands with a man? Is this the real (Y/N)??” Gaeul kept asking questions, disbelief washed across her features.

“Okay Shh SHhh,” You shook Gaeul’s shoulders gently. Your lips curved into a sly smile before sucking in a deep breath. “Yes it is what you think it is,” the words spilled out of your mouth quickly.

“(Y/N) what the fuck! You didn’t tell me anything about this, I thought we were besties. Who was it?” Gaeul frowned dramatically, drawing a fake tear down her cheek. 

“I just– I wasn’t planning on anything happening! But then y’know it just,” you flailed your hands in the air. “Please don’t tell anyone,” you clasped your hands together. “I don’t want rumors to start or have people get the wrong idea about me,” you pleaded.

“Who would I tell? You know I don’t really talk to anyone else except you guys. So, who was it!” Gaeul stated, referring to the group.

“Okay okay fine it was–” you stammered.

“Morning Gaeul, (Y/N).” Jay appeared from the turn in the hall. You both turned your heads to acknowledge his appearance and greet him. 

“Hey Jay,” Gaeul shot him a sympathetic look, her lips tightening into a thin line. She had talked with Jay the night before about how he felt, and was actually planning on asking you out today; had it not been for the peculiar bruise on your chest. Your weight shifted uncomfortably from side to side. You had picked up that Jay wasn’t in the best mood, and looked between Gaeul and Jay. 

“You guys wanna do anything after class? We could grab dinner at that new restaurant down the street,” you proposed.

“Yeah! That sounds yum,” Gaeul excitedly clapped her hands together. Jay opened his mouth to respond but was quickly gagged when a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders lazily. 

“Morning,” Heesung pressed a kiss to your temple, settling his head atop your shoulder. “So, dinner tonight?”

“I’m good.” Jay remarked, hiking his backpack further up his shoulder. “Anyways, I’m gonna get to class early. Bye.” 

The three of you watched Jay walk off, disappearing into the halls. Meanwhile, Gaeul was stupified.

”Oh my god, (Y/N).” She punched you in the arm.

“What??” You laughed, wrapping your hands around Heesung’s arms. 

“Ah, I guess I got them in trouble,” Heesung looked to the side, a smirk toying with the edge of his lips. “Sorry baby,” he mumbled into the nape of your neck.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. You should be glad I’m not mad at you,” you lightly tapped him on the head.

He grinned, simply cuddling into you and savoring your scent. Although he hadn’t succeeded in the heavenly duties he was assigned, it no longer mattered to him. In his eyes, he would give up heaven for you anytime. Always.

[junn-ahn]

vampire!Baekhyun x Reader: sweet bloody talk. [+18]

Word count: 7 479

Date of release: 5th November 2023

Warnings: s*xual content, mentions of blood.

Author's notes: @synthetickitsune I swear I had the entire draft ready before you posted yours, but I feel like we have one shared brain cell for some things LOL

The first thing you took note of upon entering the club was that the music was better than you expected from the mediocre and obscure premise. This type of music was not something you usually heard in dancing places – it was more on the heavy side, and it gave off the vibe of 80’s goths and black platform heels adorned with spikes. Not your regular music choice, but you couldn’t say that you were disappointed.

It was supposed to be just a few hours of relax. You felt a bit distraught recently, with books and other home entertainments feeling like you’re starting to drown in a routine. You needed a variety, even though your friends group consisted mostly of people who didn’t care for parties, and you yourself had no idea as to what people are supposed to do at one. Even the club was something you found online and not through a recommendation. You were shamelessly aware that you chose it just because the menu appeared cheaper than in others, and they would let ladies in for free if they wore heels. A bit sexist in your opinion, but free entry was free entry after all.

The place wasn’t too crowded, but the spots by the bar were all busy, and with the customers gathered around – a lot of them for such an early hour – you quickly came to a conclusion that you’d rather sit down somewhere else and look around to see if there’s anything for you to do.

You hated dancing.

It’s not that it was impossible to sway from one side to the other on repeat. But you were awfully aware how lame it must have looked while done by someone who didn’t represent excess of physical appeal, and so, since it didn’t bring you any joy either, you avoided it at all costs. For the same reason, the dancing floor was definitely not an interesting place to look at. And besides, everyone was still too sober for their dancing skills to become entertaining.

The spot you found, a bar chair by a tall, round table with the top made of glass, was a good lookout point. A row of tables like such was on a not so tall podium along the wall, so the heads of the people were a bit below and you could see the entire ground floor of the club very well. Guests were still coming in.

There was a part of the club, though, that, although in the range of your sight, didn’t appear reachable at all – the upper floor. A balcony with glass balustrade shined above the heads of all people gathered in the dancing floor. The VIP zone.

Your eyes, bored of looking down, traveled up automatically, trying to have a look at anyone there. You suspected that the VIP zone of such an average place was occupied by college students and corporates going at party nights. In fact, the only person that was looking out the balustrade at the moment, with his eyes fixated somewhere by the bar, was a tall and well-built boy who could as well be a basketball player, dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. You snorted quietly, realizing that in any of the books you read, he would be a multimillionaire, spotting an average girl in the crowd below, falling in love at the first sight…

“Whatcha looking at?”

You jumped and almost fell off your chair at the voice that sounded out next to you.

Your eyes shot to the person who was currently sitting in the chair next to yours, watching you with a polite, non-intrusive smile. Although the fact you didn’t notice him join in freaked you out, he didn’t appear ill-intended. Yet, you didn’t miss a small smirk in the corner of his lip at the sudden reaction that you graced his question with.

“Oh… Nothing, really, just people” you answered, composing yourself. A small part of you wanted to carry on some sort of conversation just to not stay completely alienated for the rest of the night. But the remaining part of you had no idea, how. “How’s your evening?” you asked out of no better choice.

The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and smiled widely, acknowledging that you’re not against the interaction.

“A bit boring, to be honest. I came here with some friends, but they all already busied themselves with stuff. What about you? Who did you come with?”

His voice was tender and careful, and his face looked very soft. You took a moment to acknowledge a simple baseball cap on his head, pulled on a bit too low so that he had to tilt his head backwards to see what’s on his eye level. He also wore a black, plain bomber jacket that made you think he’s a part of some college team – but there were no logos or other signs anywhere that would hint to his affiliation. In fact, you quickly came to the conclusion that it’s just his fashion choice.

“I actually came here alone” you blabbered without a second thought. “I’m not really a party person, to be honest…”

“Oh. I can tell.”

“Huh?”

Should you feel offended? Your face must have betrayed the uncertainty, because the man’s eyes widened and he visibly panicked at the social mistake.

“No, wait, sorry. It’s just that… if a stranger asks you about who you came with, even if you come alone, you should lie. It’s dangerous to let people know that.” he elaborated.

That actually made sense, you realized. Heck, you must have really had no self-preservation skills if you didn’t think of that before.

“Oh… I, um, thank you? For letting me know?” You scratched your head awkwardly.

He pressed his lips together – you took note of how his cheeks looked sort of cute and squishable when he did that – and smoothly hopped off the seat.

“I think it’s the time for me. Thank you for the talk.” He nodded his head politely and turned around, disappearing in the crowd before you could react appropriately.

You let out a defeated sigh. You came to this party to have a relaxing evening, but you must have messed up your possibly only chance to have a conversation with someone sober and not a creep. People were starting to slowly get drunk and you had a feeling that anytime soon, the only people coming up for a talk would be drunk college boys that the club was at this time of the year full of.

You glanced hopefully up at the glass balustrade of the VIP zone, but this time there was no one in sight.

It must have been around midnight when you looked at yourself in the club’s bathroom mirror, taking note of the tiredness heaving down your features. You were bored out of your mind, the music was echoing in your skull way too loud at this point, and the little alcohol you had in the meantime only made you a bit distraught rather than relaxed. Those were signs that it was definitely the time to go home.

You wrapped your trench coat around yourself as you left the building and went into the dark street. Cold wind hit your ankles, clad in nothing but a thin layer of stockings that you wore underneath the dress.

You stood nearby the main entrance, reaching out to your phone. You still contemplated whether to order a ride or to seek a cheaper alternative, seeing as the travel by feet must have not been too far from there, and maybe even you could even catch the night bus?

“Hi, are you alone?”

You whipped your head to where the voice was coming from, way too close for your liking.

A man was approaching you at a pace you weren’t sure if you should be comfortable with. His eyes were shining from the amount of alcohol consumed. He swayed to the sides ever so slightly as he walked.

It took you a solid moment to realize you’ve seen him once before – on the balustrade. He must have been on his way home as well.

“Um… I’m going home” you replied a bit shakily when he approached you. With how much taller than you he was, he didn’t have to try hard to hover above you in a hopefully unwittingly threatening posture.

“Will you be okay? I can get you a ride” he spoke sluggishly.

You couldn’t tell just how wary of him you should be; although he didn’t seem ingenuine and it was just the alcohol that made him appear creepy, you reminded yourself that it’s still a stranger. You glanced towards the club – the entry was a bit too far for your liking, but unless he became physical, you should be able to get back and ask for someone to help you out, was he to become too pushy.

“Please let me get you home” he suddenly spoke, sensing your unease. “I won’t bite you, I promise” he added. “I’ve already had enough for today, they don’t taste any good when I’m this drunk” he kept on blabbering and you lifted your eyebrow at the peculiarity of his statement.

“Chanyeol? What the hell are you doing here?”

The two of you turned around to look at the man coming from the club. The silhouette was too dark with the lights in the background, so you couldn’t make out his features well.

“Nothing” the man answered, shaking his head. “I just met this girl and she’s alone and I told her I won’t bite her but I think she’s scared of me” he whined.

Only when the newcomer came close enough, you realized that he also is not an unfamiliar face. The baseball cap betrayed him even before his squishy cheeks did. He spared you a glance and tilted his head to the side, apparently also acknowledging that you’re not a complete stranger. His eyes fell on his friend again.

“Aish, how would you get her home when you’re this drunk? Come and join the rest, we’ll be going home soon.”

“Then you take her home. She’s alone, Baekhyun, girls shouldn’t be alone. What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”

You frowned deeply, having no idea about what was all this weird conversation about. The man – Baekhyun – glanced at you once every few seconds, as though checking your reactions, and he was clearly displeased with the way things were going. He finally sighed.

“You talk too much, Yeol. Come on, let’s go.”

The man named Chanyeol huffed, but finally gave up and started moving back towards the entrance.

Baekhyun stayed behind, only making sure that his friend has gone in the right direction, and then looked at you with his face unreadable.

“Sorry for that. He didn’t mean anything bad, he just doesn’t control his tongue when he’s drunk.”

“Yeah… I could tell… Sorry.”

He lifted his eyebrow.

“Don’t say sorry when you haven’t done anything bad.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you sure it’s just parties that you’re not into? It looks like you don’t have much human interaction at all” he commented with a smirk. You laughed awkwardly.

“I usually handle it better, really. Not like, very good, but I swear I’m not an alien.”

He laughed warmly.

“Thank God, I was starting to consider giving you a ride too, but what if I had to get you back on another planet? Don’t have enough gas for that” he joked. It was quite lame of a joke, but you couldn’t help but utter a small laugh. After a bit of alcohol and at this hour, it was hard not to go alone with the lame sense of humor.

“Was it your way of offering a ride?” you dared to ask.

Baekhyun grinned.

“Maybe. Would you like?”

“I…” You bit on your lip, suddenly realizing that the offer had probably more to it than a mere act of kindness. “…don’t want to give you hope for something I can’t give” you stated carefully.

The man’s smile fell.

“Don’t ever worry about things like that. It’s not your problem if someone gets hope for something you never offered yourself. I just felt like giving you a ride, you don’t need to think of ways to return a favor or anything.” He appeared satisfied with his speech, and hid hands in the pockets of his jacket, soft and reassuring smile returning to his face.

You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a relief washing over you and a smile appearing on your own face as well.

“That’s… nice” you only answered. “In this case, I’d love to get home with you. I… I mean-” you realized your words were a bit ambiguous. “…You know what I mean.”

Baekhyun only laughed warmly.

“I know, I know. Come on, I parked nearby.” He pulled car keys out of his pocket and swung them in the air. “But, by the way, don’t just accept rides from strangers. It’s dangerous.”

Baekhyun’s car was more comfortable than the public transport you were used to, and also sitting in the front felt way nicer than the backseats of a taxi. The music was calmer and quieter than in the club, and although it also wasn’t the genre you were used to, it almost lulled you to sleep as the two of you sat in a pleasant silence for about half of the ride.

“Won’t your friends get worried that you didn’t come back to them?” you eventually spoke, trying to start a conversation. Your time together appeared to be limited, and you didn’t want to waste a chance to get to know the man better.

“I shot them a message” Baekhyun replied with his gaze fixated on the changing lights and the cars in the intersection. “I wasn’t drinking because I was supposed to be their ride but they also met some people at the party, so they’ll be fine” he elaborated.

“Ah, I see. Well. I’m lucky that you were supposed to be the ride anyway” you shrugged. Baekhyun smiled at that but didn’t continue the conversation.

You were still a few minutes away from your apartment and you really, really didn’t want the ride to end so quickly. Even silence in Baekhyun’s presence was just too comfortable. How was it possible that you felt so much ease with a man you barely met? Maybe it was because his comments regarding your safety seemed to be genuine, and you appreciated them. Maybe they were just his way of getting your trust, but you just didn’t seem to mind.

There were still other questions you could use to get him to talk to you.

“I just recalled, what were those things your friend was talking about? I know he was drunk, but he mentioned biting like two or three times. What’s up with that?”

Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed slightly. Slight tension in his jaw didn’t pass your attention either.

“Uh…” He shrugged after a moment of thought. “Consider it an inside joke in our group of friends.”

“An inside joke?” You genuinely laughed. “Maybe you’re the aliens? What if your car gets me on the Moon instead of home?”

The man laughed awkwardly.

“Well, we’re peculiar in our own ways. But I promise the car is earthly” he assured with a grin.

You knew the area pretty well and it didn’t take long before you arrived at your address, Baekhyun’s car coming to a stop almost opposite of the building entry. The man turned the engine off and got up, opening the door for you before you even prepared yourself to leave the vehicle. You got out hurriedly and quickly straightened your clothes.

“You good? You got everything?” he asked, glancing at the seat to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything. You nodded.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You’re welcome.” His voice was tender and calm, but you had a feeling that the unspoken question is there.

You cleared your throat.

“Um… Would you… like to come upstairs?”

“Hm?”

Because of what he said before, you were certain he did not want to make any assumptions or take things for granted. Yet, you didn’t want to leave him in the dark, and you were positive that for his honesty, he deserved some transparency from your side as well.

“Just…”

Yet, were you ready to offer more than you initially planned? What was there to lose, after all?

But how would you feel if he rejected you, or if you didn’t meet the expectations – that was so not like you to offer such a thing, and you never wanted to have short-term partners to begin with.

But Baekhyun clearly was a gentleman, and if he was to reject you, it would have to be out of care and not because you disappointed him. Or at least you desperately wanted to believe so.

And besides, why would he reject you if he went out of his way to give you a ride home? Even if he was mature enough not to expect anything, it’s not like he would offer it to someone who didn’t spike at least an ounce of his interest.

“[F/n]?”

You jumped at the sound of your name; you must have drowned in your thoughts instead of answering the question.

“Oh. Sorry. I um… It’s not a situation I’m usually in. But I just… don’t want this evening to end this fast.”

“You know you don’t owe me anything, right?” He announced calmly, but there was some shade of threat in the way he said it, as if there was something urging him to give you the last chance to take it back and part your ways.

“I know. That’s why I don’t promise anything. But I want to try. You’re… fun to be around.”

At that, his face instantly lightened, and he chuckled softly.

“Thank you. You’re fun to be around, too.”

The night was chilly, and so you welcomed with gratitude the warmth that surrounded you the moment you entered your apartment. The place was rather decent as for one person inhabiting it, and you rented it at a rather cheap price from an elderly lady who at some age decided to move in with her family. Although you were allowed to refurnish it, you actually enjoyed the old style of creaking floor and black-and-white pictures on the walls covered in an old wallpaper. Even the old TV remained in its place, although it wasn’t catching the signal anymore. Baekhyun looked around curiously.

“You live here alone?” he asked.

“Yeah. But it’s not mine, I’m renting for another few years” you elaborated while taking off your coat and shoes, motioning for Baekhyun to do the same. “I’d like to buy my own but it’s still a while before I can even afford a mortgage.” The man nodded slowly in acknowledgment, following you cautiously as you soon entered the kitchen, turning on all the small lights on the way, making sure that the whole apartment was at least partially lit. “Bathroom is over there if you need” you briefly waved in the right doors’ direction. “You want something to eat?”

Baekhyun’s metaphorical ears perked up. He saw you point at the fridge.

“Oh. Maybe later, thank you.”

“Later?” you grinned. “Just how long are you planning to stay in here?” you teased.

“Hm.” He smiled shyly. “As long as you let me” he purred. You were focused on checking the cabinet’s contents for some quick snack when you heard him shift right behind you, hands hovering around your waist, although not touching just yet.

Your breath hitched. A pack of chocolate chip cookies slipped out of your grasp and fell on the counter below.

“Dammit” you mumbled, reaching to pick it up.

When you turned around, Baekhyun was sitting at your small table, elbow resting on the tabletop and chin on his hand in a fairly confident, although charming – in a way – pose.

“You want some?” You asked mindlessly, putting the cookies on the table and sitting on the second chair awkwardly.

“Later, thank you” he repeated; you internally cringed, realizing it made it seem that you didn’t listen to him earlier.

“Want something to drink then? I imagine you must be at least a bit tired after the party” you offered, feeling a bit awkward about eating the cookies all alone and not providing him with any sort of entertainment in the meantime.

“Don’t worry. It’s nice to just rest in the quiet after all that loud music” Baekhyun said with a gentle smile.

“Is that really so? Or do you just avoid midnight snacking?” you teased, trying to at least carry on with a small-talk.

You caught him stare straight in your eyes, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at his unreadable face.

“I actually believe that a good snack is a good snack regardless of the time” he announced in a tone that made you wonder.

He stood up right as you finished your cookie and came up to you. You observed him curiously as he knelt down, slowly finding himself between your parted knees.

His eyes never left yours, watching out for any signs of discomfort or disagreement.

You felt taken aback by his boldness, feeling your face heat up at the unusual closeness, but you definitely weren’t about to refuse.

His hands finally touched your knees, leaning on them for stability. Your dress was riding up a bit, but not enough to show anything yet.

“May I?” His lips hovered over the skin of your thigh where it was already exposed.

You almost caught yourself nodding mindlessly, but the loud pounding of your heart brought you back to reality.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“Kiss your leg” he specified with a small, warm laugh that both calmed you and embarrassed you even more at once. “May I?”

“Yes” you answered quickly before you could lose control over your voice again.

More serious again, Baekhyun leaned down and pressed a slow, chaste kiss into your heated skin. Then another, a bit higher, but still as if the edge of your dress was a border he wasn’t going to cross. His both hands massaged the outer sides of your knees.

“You’re so nervous” the man noted, at which your face got even redder.

“Well, uh…”

“Do I make you shy?” he teased. You stuttered incoherently in response.

Baekhyun let out a soft laughter, pushing himself up and extending his hand to help you up as well. You followed and fixed your dress in hurry.

“U-uh.”

You awkwardly wavered your hand towards the bedroom’s door, hoping the man gets the hint, knowing that your voice would betray you completely, were you to utter such a bold request.

But he didn’t even look in that direction, his hand reaching to your chin instead and he lifted your face up, placing a small kiss on your cheek.

“Oh. Thank you.”

At that, he laughed even louder.

“Thank you? Really?”

“What else was I supposed to answer…?” you huffed, not sure if he was trying to insult you with the mockery.

“No, no, don’t worry, it was actually quite a cute thing to say” he explained.

“Oh, well…”

His fingers gently brushed your lips, and all the thoughts left your mind as you let him maneuver your face towards his. Warm breath hit your nose as he looked down at you from up close, all small details of his face so sharp and clear, and his glistening eyes fixated on the way your face subtly changed in reaction to his doings.

He tilted his head to the side, smirk present on his soft-looking lips, and you felt as though at that exact moment, he had you right in his grasp – up to the heart of yours beating exactly as he conducted, you thought.

With another peck to your other cheek, he suddenly pulled away.

You swayed, feeling like you’re going to collapse the moment his fingers no longer kept your face in place. You were lightheaded. Baekhyun was proud of himself.

He stepped towards the corridor that led to your bedroom, and this time, it was you who followed.

He crossed the door, glancing over his shoulder as if to make sure you’re not lost on your way.

And right when you thought that at least this small part of your way will be peaceful and almost boring, this one, small thing came to your vision, turning everything upside down.

Right ahead of yourself, behind Baekhyun’s silhouette, on the wall. A mirror, adorned with an antique, golden frame, one you used every day to get ready, one that had been there ever since you remembered, and one that was the last thing in the world you’d expect to surprise you.

You looked closely; your eyes couldn’t be possibly playing tricks. It was just you with all the walls and furnishings that you knew.

But Baekhyun, standing there and glancing at you, did not reflect in that mirror.

You froze in place, staring in your own eyes of the reflection. The man’s smile fell, noting the sudden change of mood. Catching your gaze, he followed it, turning his back to you. His own eyes finally fell on the mirror and he gawked.

“Oh. Oh, wow.”

Without waiting for you to speak any of the thoughts currently hurling in your mind, he slowly walked over to the mirror as if just about as surprised as you were, but with genuine curiosity as well. His hand reached but stopped right before touching the smooth surface, and instead grazed the mirror’s frame, admiring the piece of fine furniture.

You stood in your place, still uncertain how to react. But he did not seem as confused, you realized – as if, although not expecting the phenomenon, he knew exactly what it was caused by.

“Fascinating…” he finally spoke in a soft voice. “Really, I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen one like this” he talked with childlike thrill. “It’s old, isn’t it?” He looked back at you, but his smile fell once again, noting you were nowhere close to sharing his excitement.

He let go of the mirror’s frame and took a step towards you, face tense and determined.

Something in you screamed, some sort of self-preservation instinct reminded you of its presence, calling out to you: this is a threat! This isn’t normal! It’s a sign, run!

Can’t move.

You stood there, completely stunned, as Baekhyun finally closed the proximity, finding himself right in front of you.

Was it some sort of manipulation, or was it just you – that the fear in your guts somehow mixed with arousal?

“What… is that?” you dared to ask in a tone as tough as you could make it.

He stepped that one step too close, making you stumble backwards. One step more, one more, and he had you leaning against the wall by the bedroom’s door, somewhat cornered, yet with enough room to flee if you so wished.

“If…” Hearing his voice this close made you flinch slightly, and he turned his tone down a bit. “If you tell me to leave, I’ll leave. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The last words made the heart thump in your chest.

“But… you could.”

“I could.”

“Were you going to?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, breathing in deeply.

“Not… much.”

You stared at him, still uncertain and confused.

“Who are you?”

He stepped back again. Your eyes moved between his silhouette and the mirror behind when he stood right next to it, giving you the best picture of his non-reflecting self.

“I’ll give you a fun fact instead” he announced, lips curling into a grin again. “Your mirror is very old. I actually don’t remember the last time I’ve had this happen to me. Because mirrors nowadays don’t do that. Do you know why?”

You had no clue what he was going at – you shook your head.

“Because mirrors nowadays are usually made of glass and aluminum. Or stuff like that, I’m not so sure, really” he shrugged, unbothered. You still weren’t able to finish the thought off, a small piece still lacking for you to understand it. Baekhyun sensed that, and he patiently continued – speaking the last few words to put all of the puzzle together for you. “What they used to be made of in the past?”

You gawked at him.

“…” The breath got caught in your throat. “Silver. They… They used to be made of silver.”

“Voila.” Baekhyun spread his arms, as if presenting himself to you. “And before you try to think of all the possible creatures that have silver allergy written into their lore, just know I’m not the only one you had a chance to meet tonight.”

You recalled the stranger you met at the bar, Baekhyun’s friend whose words had spiked your curiosity the moment they echoed in the dark street.

I won’t bite you, I promise.

What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”

His eyes sparkled as he watched all the small bits come together in your head. Slow enlightenment displayed within your facial expressions with hundreds of subtle emotions, and piece by piece, the deduction snowballed, becoming more and more apparent, bared for him to drink the sadistic satisfaction from.

That was when you recalled his own words.

A good snack is a good snack regardless of the time.

“You… were going to bite me?” you finally uttered, voice breaking with every syllable.

He let his arms fall to his sides, smile softening, head tilted slightly backwards – your eyes spotted his fangs, sharper and whiter than human teeth, exposed by him for you to admire.

“If you tell me to leave now, I’ll leave” he repeated, but his tone made it clear that he already knew you weren’t going to do that.

In fact, even you knew from a while ago that your curiosity was too strong to let him off the hook – you felt like you caught a sort of urban legend, and you’d hate yourself for letting him flee without getting a hold of all his secrets.

Ultimately, though, it was the sensation of getting preyed on by him that – you realized – lit a fire inside of your body, and made your insides burn with want.

“Stay, please” you uttered in a small voice, as if too shy to request something this impure. “I want to know… more” you whispered, convincing yourself to look back at him. Your eyes fell on his fangs again, so unnaturally sharp despite not appearing that much longer than in a human. You recalled when he kissed your thigh earlier, and shivered, realizing how close it was, how easily he could have…

“You’re thinking too much” he suddenly interrupted, noting that you were so endorsed in the chaotic train of thoughts that you were just hyping yourself into anxiety at this point.

He lifted his hand towards your face, slowly and carefully, as if to test the waters. You weren’t sure if you should let him. Maybe, in some twisted way, it would be easier if he didn’t ask – if he just grabbed you and forcefully bit into your neck, so you could experience that mysterious sensation of falling a prey to possibly the only creature on the earth that could realistically impose threat to the mankind. You felt a nervous, but exciting sensation in your gut.

You didn’t even manage to react before his fingers gently brushed your cheek. You were already a goner, leaning into his hand on instinct. The fear became thrill instead.

“Here you go, good girl” he whispered with content.

Not waiting any further, he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a small whimper when his lips touched your heated up skin. You felt his fangs graze the sensitive surface, but no pain followed, only the sweet feeling of a chaste, open-mouthed kiss.

“Oh…”

He kissed slowly down your cleavage, hands running down your silhouette along with his lips. He breathed into the space where the hem of your dress ended, not daring to go further. You were still stunned, still too shaken to invite him in, but you didn’t oppose even one bit when he put his hands below your thighs and lifted you up, your arms automatically anchoring around his neck.

He was so gentle with you when he carried you over to your bed and placed you down on your back with utmost care. The bed sheets were cold below your body, your dress doing close to nothing to soothe the sudden sensation. But Baekhyun’s – against what you would think – was impossibly warm against yours when he hovered above you for a few moments, your legs wrapped around his waist just a bit longer. He placed another kiss on your cheek.

“May I?” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“Kiss your lips.” You cupped his face with your hands. “May I?”

“Go ahead.”

It seemed like he did it on purpose, not leaning in to make it any easier for you, and you had to strain yourself to reach him. Your lips touched, the sensation – absolutely breathtaking. His fingers gently wrapped around your neck, pushing you down into the mattress, but following the motion with his own mouth, deepening the kiss with a sense of roughness, overpowering you in a way. He nibbled at your lower lip, letting you feel the sharp edge of his fangs.

“Will you bite me?

“I think I will.”

“Why haven’t you yet?”

He broke the kiss and smirked down at you.

“Are you impatient?”

“Do you want me to beg for it?” you uttered, trying to sound irritated, although at heart knowing that you were close to doing so anyway. You were, in fact, impatient.

“Maybe later. Will you?”

“I…”

He didn’t let you finish, his grip on your thighs suddenly strengthening and you yelped, feeling his nails dig hard into your flesh. Your breath instantly quickened, sensation quickly becoming unbearable.

Taking all the time in the world, he finally released the hold, stroking your abused skin in comfort instead.

“Easy, love. See?  It’s just my fingers. You wouldn’t take my fangs just yet.”

He knelt back between your legs. Your dress’ lower hem was almost at your underwear from being carried by him earlier, and Baekhyun’s hands traced up your bare thighs, once again taking note of any sign of discomfort or displeasure.

You felt nervous, more than ever. Not only because you weren’t used to such casual endeavors. Something in you felt stressed about disappointing such a superior creature, still feeling like it’s a one-in-the-lifetime chance that you got.

Baekhyun seemed to sense your worry perfectly, and he leaned down to ground you with a kiss to your knee.

“You’re beautiful” he spoke with no ounce of hesitation or doubt. “And you smell delicious” he added. Such a peculiar thing to hear, you thought, yet your face heated up, as if the second compliment was much more meaningful than the first. “May I… taste you down here?” His hand slid down your inner thigh, stopping at your dress.

You opened your mouth, but, quickly realizing your voice won’t align with your intentions, you instead nodded – a bit too eagerly, involuntarily holding your breath.

He took all the time in the world, allowing you to get accustomed to his touch as he slowly lifted your dress, finally displaying your underwear, at which you let out a small, shy whimper. He pushed the fabric even higher, and you took the hint to sit up and take it off fully, now left in nothing but a black lingerie – a set you almost only wore to parties when you wanted to feel especially well put-together, and now you silently thanked yourself for this habit.

He now moved up and kissed the skin between your breasts, smoothly tracing his lips down to your stomach and stopping briefly above the hem of your panties, fingers hooking around the edge. With one last glance at your burning up face, Baekhyun slowly pulled your underwear down, taking his sweet time and enjoying the way you only squirmed quietly, held right at the edge of sanity with such a simple interaction.

“Breathe” he reminded you, discarding the fabric to the side, his own exhale hitting your private parts, now exposed for him to see.

He placed yet another comforting kiss on your mound.

“You’re okay, you’re safe” he whispered.

Although his words comforted you, he didn’t wait for you to calm down; quite the opposite, in fact, when he finally put his mouth around your pearl, overwhelming you with just the proximity. His eyes were fixated on yours in a predator-like way, drinking in your reactions and gaining sadistic pleasure from the way you could no longer control your body.

The room filled with wet noises that mixed with your own voice. Your moans slowly became more and more obscene as Baekhyun’s mouth worked shamelessly around your private parts with care, yet ease, as if he knew all bits of your body and didn’t even need to think twice, getting all the sensations, all the pressure, all the pace – perfectly right, pulling you further and further into the immense pleasure.

You were ready to relax and fall deep into the sensations, when he suddenly dug his nails into your thighs again, forcing you awake.

You yelped and tried to squirm away, but his hold only strengthened. Your breath hitched when you took the cue to stay still until the grasp once again dissipated.

“Don’t you feel too good?” he mocked. You glanced back at him – his eyes were shining red, face darker than just moments ago, threatening.

“B-Baekhyun…”

Should you feel scared at that moment? Should you understand that this man was a monster? Maybe. But it felt just too good to be in his hands, to be toyed with and hurt so sweetly. It was like a reward to know that out of all people, he chose you as his prey. There was some primal pleasure in being this little, naive girl that fell right into his trap, that allowed him to sweet-talk her into giving up her will of survival.

In a surge of confidence, you put your hand on top of his head, pushing him to resume what he was doing so well just moments ago. Baekhyun didn’t object, only letting out an amused huff when his lips wrapped around your clit once again, sucking on it gently and letting you once again melt in the sweet sensation. Your fingers clutched his hair, letting you release some of the tension, and when he hummed into your skin, you held it so tightly you for a second worried about causing him pain.

But he didn’t say a word and you quickly realized, it must have not bothered him in the slightest. His eyes slipped closed, now fully fixated on devouring you, hands holding your hips down to prevent you from squirming, hold just a bit too strong, just to cause you the slightest amount of pain, just to remind you what he was capable of.

Your whole body trembled, approaching the sweet release. Baekhyun’s mouth was relentless, and he read your reactions perfectly, his pace and movements perfectly designed to drive you insane.

With your thighs pressing together, you clutched his hair even harder. You were starting to convulse, letting out incoherent whimpers. Baekhyun’s fingers, dug into your thighs so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if they drew blood, no longer hurt – it was all mixing together, the proximity of his existence alone already overwhelming your senses, but the passion, the warmth, the textures, the sounds – it all sucked you in further and further, riding you off any remains of sanity that you may have had left.

Suddenly, right as you were about to reach the peak, everything stopped for less than a second; a void so sudden you didn’t even manage to register it.

And then, like a thunder through your body, Baekhyun’s fangs pierced the soft skin around your clit. He sucked hard on both your blood and your pearl, and you instantly came undone, crying out in pleasure and agony.

Your vision went white for what felt like ages and you felt like you were floating in the outer space; for those heavenly moments, you were not even sure if you’re still alive, but your thoughts mingled and dissipated too fast to formulate a coherent sentence. Whether Baekhyun was still there or not, you would not be able to tell; your mind was blank, and he could as well have left you moments ago – except the pain that was slowly starting to materialize again was an excellent proof that he was still present, and when your body finally came down from its high, you managed to register him down there, still between your thighs, with his arms wrapped around them in an almost loving-like manner.

You had absolutely no idea when did he bit into your thigh instead, letting your most fragile bits calm down from the overstimulation, but it looked like he was so endorsed in tasting your sweet blood that it took you a few long moments before he finally acknowledged you’re watching him. Your lower body was limp, small shivers running here and there, but any pain no longer present, your flesh too worn out to take note of it.

Sensing your gaze, Baekhyun slowly pulled his fangs out of your skin, carefully as to not damage it further, and then sent you a smug, bloody smile, hand caressing your hip.

“Welcome back” he spoke. “Took you a while.”

You tried to push yourself into the sitting position, but even your arms wouldn’t listen, and you fell back down in exhaustion.

Maybe it was merciful of him to climb up and hover above you, letting you look at his full figure even when you could no longer move to watch him yourself. A drop of your blood slipped from the corner of his lip, landing on your own. You curiously reached to it with your tongue, and Baekhyun didn’t wait a second, pressing his lips into your own, taking that sweet droplet back but giving you a taste of the metallic flavor in its full glory. A short, but rough nib to your lip made you let out a small, helpless whimper, tears emerging in the corners of your eyes – with the amount of overstimulation, even that much was already too much, and you were so worn out, so weak, so overdone.

“Just a bit more, love.”

His lips once again found themselves on your neck, kissing so tenderly that you barely felt it.

The prickling pain that followed no longer caused you to recoil; your body was growing weak, too weak to handle it anymore. You were getting drained beyond the stage of quick recovery, and you could tell, there was nothing you could do at this point to stop it.

Just a bit more, just a few more sips.

“You taste so good.”

Biting into the top of your breast now, closer to your heart. You didn’t feel it anymore, only phantom sensations somewhere far away.

You were at the brink of unconsciousness when he finally pulled away. A bit carelessly, he knelt up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dark burgundy-shining eyes fixated on your fading ones.

Although you still had it in yourself to look back at him, the world around you was gradually collapsing, and it was only those burgundy eyes that kept you right above the surface, but so about to drown.

“My… I may have overdone it. Are you still there?”

He sounded marginally worried, as if coming across a small incident, and not a human life that was on the line.

You blinked and moved your fingers ever so slightly, just to let him know you’re still conscious, although barely.

The man smiled at that softly, clear relief washing over his face.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of that.”

He reached to your cheek, patting it gently. It felt a bit grotesque; his skin was so warm as opposed to yours, chill from the lack of blood and paler than ever.

But his touch felt nice, and, although you knew that the slumber you’d fall into would not be natural and the next hours would possibly decide your fate, it felt like you were falling into a dream instead; you were growing addicted to his presence, and you could do nothing to stop it. You were a goner.

“I’ll make sure of that, because I cannot possibly waste a fine snack like you. It’s just the beginning, love. Better recover fast.”

Ahh, I'm actually proud of this one, hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing! Also don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts, and hopefully, more vampire content will be coming in the future!

[junn-ahn]

Demon! Felix x Reader

Yandere! Demon! Lee Felix x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Summary: You come from a family of demon hunters, born to carry out your parent’s legacy. When a simple mission escalates rapidly, how will you be able to this demon?

Warning(s): Obsessive Themes, Violence, Gore, Death, Emotional Trauma, Profanity, etc

< In no ways do I condone this type of behavior!! This is purely meant to be a fictional representation of said person/character :) >

Word Count: 14.1k

You were paralyzed, frozen in place. You just stared at the empty couch, unable to register what just happened. This couldn’t be…right? “Felix?” You asked into the quiet. Slowly, you stumbled towards the couch, kneeling beside it. “Felix?” You asked again. 

“I told you he wouldn’t be happy,” Jisung leaned in the doorway, his eyes narrowing on you. “Seems as though he wasn’t as hurt as we thought either, hmm?” He continued. You silently looked at Jisung. You had no idea what to do now. You were paralyzed. That’s when you realized. There should be weapons here. The least you could do is drive away Jisung. You immediately made your way over to your weapons stash. Jisung just stood in his place, amused by your sudden searching. 

“Darling you might’ve been able to wound Felix but I’m much stronger than him,” He chuckled lightly. You firmly gripped a knife and a flask of holy water in your hands. “And yet I’m still going to try.” You were surprisingly calm about it all. Even as helplessness swirled inside of you. You faced Jisung, splashing the holy water and then immediately charging at him with the knife. Jisung merely ducked beneath the water, an umbrella simply appearing in his hand to block most if not all of the deadly substance. While running you could’ve swore you saw Felix flash in Jisung’s spot and replace him. You hesitated. Damn Jisung and his illusions. But you couldn’t raise your knife willingly against Felix either. You stood there silently, knife in hand, not knowing what would happen now. 

“You’re weak,” He hissed, his eyes glittering that rosy color he always possessed. He took a few steps toward you until he stopped a reasonable distance where he was close yet still far enough to dodge damage if needed. His face contorted to a more lovesick expression and a smile wiped itself across his lips before he seized both your wrists and shoved you into the wall behind. You shrieked, your back connecting with the harsh wall. The knife you were holding clattered to the floor once again, but not without leaving a scrape on his arm. Your body shook, looking into his face when he wore such an expression. You tried struggling against his hold, but he was obviously stronger, and you still hadn’t regained all of your strength, potentially from your soul having been in Hell until recently. 

“I’ll kill him, and then I’ll kill you.” His fingers dug into your wrists at a sickeningly slow pace until blood began to bubble and slowly drip down your arms. “How does it feel?” You had looked back up only to find Minho staring back at you now. “Knowing that I’m dead?” He cocked his head to the side. You grit your teeth, body trembling. You had to hold back a whimper from the pain. “Honestly?” You sucked in a breath, “ I’m glad.” You said quietly. “I’m glad you don’t have to see just how much of a bastard this little demon called Jisung really is.” Brave words in a helpless situation. “Awfully bold of you to think you could say something like that,” his facade dropped and he morphed back into his own skin. “We’ll see if you still feel the same way after—“ A whiplike cord emerged from the ground, whirling around Jisung’s throat and within a split second, yanked the demon downward into the ground with a loud crash. Jisung’s grasp on your wrists released as his whole body was thrown down onto the hardwood. 

You gasped in surprise, stumbling a little as Jisung’s hold on you ceased. “Felix?” You asked into nothingness. It had to be him. You felt so relieved he was here. But also guilty. After all, this was your fault in the end. You had been the one who trusted the fake Minho, blinded by your own wishes. You bent down to grab the knife again, wincing when you saw your wrists still bleeding. “Fuck—“ The tendril didn’t cease to coil around Jisung’s neck, effectively suffocating him while keeping him pinned to the ground. His hands were attempting to rip off the cord from his throat, his attention now off of you. You could feel fury welling up in you again. All that Jisung had done, he had toyed with you and your feelings, he betrayed Minho, and he hurt Felix. You felt no mercy for him anymore. Grabbing the knife tightly, you walked over to where Jisung was straining on the ground. You could end it quickly now. Just as you were about to swing the knife down a bright spark ignited from the ceiling. This passage zipped open from a thin line, and none other than Changkyun stepped through.

“I see someone’s been misbehaving.” He shook his head, his foot nudging Jisung’s face. “And I see you haven’t been telling the truth.” He eyed you. You turned to Changkyun, knife still raised. “I didn’t lie to you.” You had told half truths, but you hadn’t outright lied. “What are you doing here?” You cocked an eyebrow towards him. This was bad. This was very bad. Your knife may work against demons like Felix and Jisung, but you had no idea if it would be effective against a sin if push came to shove. “Jisung was in danger,” he made quotes with his fingers. “It’s a teacher to student bond thing,” he waved his hand, looking down at Jisung. “Dumbass,” he glowered. “What exactly is happening around here?” Changkyun leaned his shoulder against the wall. 

“Nothing,” a deep voice cut in. Who had just appeared sitting beside Jisung? Felix. His face was still a bit cut up from scratching at the blisters but he still wore a stoic expression, his grip on Jisung still holding strong. You raised your eyebrows. “Didn’t peg you to be the caring type. Or is it curiosity?” You were so relieved at seeing Felix, you almost let your guard down to go and hug him, but stopped yourself. Jisung was still in stabbing distance and a part of you still wanted to do it, but that might actually set Changkyun off. He was just too unpredictable. “Of course not,” Changkyun laughed. “He’s not my responsibility. He did this to himself,” he shrugged. “I just came to watch, but I found something much more interesting,” he proceeded. You instinctively stepped a little closer to Felix, fiddling with the knife in your hand. “And that would be?” Felix’s words echoed in your head that sins tended to be more powerful in the real world. Hopefully he would leave without trying to mess with you. 

“I mean it’s not everyday that you stumble upon a situation like this,” Changkyun chuckled. “You find your student suffocating on the floor, a famous hunter, and of course another prince.” His eyes settled on Felix. “I assume Jisung did that to you,” Felix merely scoffed, his eyes going back to Jisung, giving his neck an extra hard squeeze. You looked at Changkyun again. “Famous hunter?” You asked incredulously. There was no way you were known to demons like this, right? He was just exaggerating. You looked to Felix again. He appeared to be badly injured, though it seemed as though he was healing already. You spun the knife around again, nervous energy bubbling up inside of you. “I mean, you’re not just any hunter are you?” Changkyun popped himself off the wall and brushed past Felix. “You wouldn’t happen to have a special history?” His eyes glinted with a spark of violet. You frowned, “I’m not exactly sure what you’re trying to hint at.” Your eyes warily followed Changkyun as you stepped closer to Felix. A part of you really wanted to hold him, but considering his injuries and your current guests, that seemed like a bad idea. 

Changkyun’s eyes seemed to drift in the direction of your room. Maybe it was by chance or coincidence? He had never been here before. “I can see it dear, you can’t hide it from me.” His hands slid into his pockets. You followed his gaze. What could he be seeing that he was talking like this? Or was he bluffing? “What exactly am I supposed to be hiding from you?” You did a mental tally of objects that could potentially be of interest to him. Your parents and their studies of Felix? The weapons? Otherwise you couldn’t think of anything else that could be in your room. You only had some books and decorations there, including that tacky golden comb you once received from your parents. But why would that interest him? “Seems as though you have a tendency to lie then,” Changkyun stepped past both of you and headed toward your room. 

Felix shot you a perplexed look, standing up and already beginning to follow Changkyun. You followed Felix, looking at him and shrugging. You were just as clueless. The moment all three of you, including Jisung who had been dragged there by Felix, arrived in your room, you turned to Changkyun. “Okay, care to explain what exactly I’m supposed to be hiding from you now?” You knit your brows together. “This? Perhaps?” Changkyun’s hand dug through one of your drawers to pull out the comb you had received from your parents. “You really don’t have any idea what this is?” Changkyun’s shoulders slumped in complete confusion. You looked at Changkyun incredulously. “That.. is a comb?” You shrugged. “It’s just a comb I got from my parents, what else could it be?” You looked at Felix before looking at Changkyun again. “Or are you just trying to stall time?” Your eyes narrowed toward the sin. 

“Why the fuck would I use a comb to stall time,” Changkyun squinted at you. “I could easily kill both of you but that’s not— This isn’t just any stupid comb!” 

“How should I know what kind of things you’re planning this time?” You looked at the comb again. “Do not know anything about your mother—?” he stopped himself abruptly. It was kind of an odd comb, but you had assumed it was simply old. “What was that about my mother?” You pressed. Did Changkyun know your mother? Had he done something to her? And what in the world did that have to do with a comb? “I—“ Changkyun carded his hand through his hair furiously. “I can’t even believe this,” he rubbed his hands down his face. “I gave this to your mother,” he didn’t meet your gaze when speaking. Upon further inspection he seemed to be embarrassed? You blinked. You looked to Changkyun, then to Felix, and then to Changkyun again. “Wait just a minute. You–” You pointed at him with your knife, “You gave MY mother THIS comb?” You were in pure disbelief. Your mother would never associate herself with a demon, let alone a deadly sin. “Why?” You took some steps toward Changkyun. You were totally dumbfounded. None of this made any sense. Changkyun only let out incomprehensible sounds regaining his posture and standing up straight. “She–” he lifted his head to meet your gaze before letting out a long sigh. “She was my daughter,” he said quickly. “Devil’s grace this is more awkward than having THE TALK with your child.” 

You let out a disbelieving laugh. That’s when you realized how genuine, and embarrassed he seemed. “W-wait. So you’re trying to tell me,” you sucked in a breath. “My Mother is YOUR daughter? That… that would mean you’re my,” you choked. “Grandfather?” This was so far from what you had expected. You looked at Felix again, almost hoping he would tell you Changkyun was lying. You weren’t actually related to a demon. Right? “By Hell I—“ Changkyun walked out from the room. “This isn’t what I came here for either,” he shook his head. Felix just stood there with a dumbfounded expression. What had just happened? You’re part demon now? “So, does that mean—“ Felix couldn’t even ask the question himself. It seemed so preposterous. “I… uh.” You were dumbfounded. Just like Felix and Changkyun apparently. You had known your mother was kind of secretive about her family, but you would have never expected something like that. You and Felix exited your room shortly after Changkyun. Right. Jisung was still there. 

A thought popped into your head. “If I’m part demon, wouldn’t that manifest itself somehow?” You already knew holy water didn’t affect you, but was there anything else demonic about you? Something that could maybe prove this mess? “Maybe it's different for you?” Felix shrugged, looking down at the exasperated Jisung. “Now who’s weak, bitch.” Felix kicked Jisung’s arm. Changkyun was attempting to process what he’d just discovered. He shouldn’t have come. He most definitely shouldn’t have come. He always had a weird feeling about you but he never knew it’d be like this. You helplessly shrugged. Your gaze fell on the marks Jisung left on your forearms. Seemed like your healing was also human, the marks had just stopped bleeding. You still couldn’t believe any of this. There had to be some kind of mixup or something. There was no way Changkyun was actually your mother’s father. A loud thunderclap startled you. Looking through the window you saw it had begun to storm. There was a lot of lightning. It was really distracting. “Can you not?” You huffed jokingly looking toward the storm. Almost as if the weather was at your command, the thundering skies ceased and the clouds rolled back to reveal the sun. Felix gave you a look beyond disbelief. “Alright. If this is some sort of fuckass illusion I’m snapping your neck,” Felix wound the tendril tighter to the point where you could see Jisung turning blue. You looked, baffled between the now blue sky, Felix and the choking Jisung. You wouldn’t put it past him to pull such a joke, but your gut feeling was telling you something different. You looked at Changkyun. Wouldn’t he be able to tell who did that maybe? But then again, you, controlling the weather somehow? It was such a ridiculous thought, there was no way that could be true, right? Though today had already been full of ridiculous reveals When Jisung didn’t retort Felix relaxed his grasp on him, though, he was sure to keep an eye on him. Jisung gasped for air, his body sinking after holding so much tension from quite literally being suffocated. 

“Did you?” Felix turned toward you. “I.. I’m not sure? Maybe?” Your voice rose in pitch at the end, a little bit of helplessness in your voice. “What if I’m really part demon?” You asked Felix. “What does that mean?” Your brows knit together in thought, twirling a finger around your hair. You looked at Changkyun again. How much had he even known about his daughter? “I mean, if we really are related then yes, you are part demon.” Changkyun stepped toward you, his previous embarassment washed away and was replaced with a stern look. “I should’ve kept better track of her,” he rubbed a hand down his face. “I’m a horrible father.” Somehow Changkyuns words made you laugh. It was a slightly hysterical laugh, the whole situation so utterly ridiculous. “Well.. she did marry a hunter, makes it seem like she wasn’t so happy about her dad” You commented wryly. You were still trying to wrap your mind around the whole situation. This demon right there, currently freaking out. The literal embodiment of the deadly sin Envy - Was your grandfather? 

“Just kill Jisung so I can leave,” Changkyun waved his hands around frantically. He seemed awfully embarassed about the whole situation and with you bringing up his daughter’s— your mother’s marrige he didn’t exactly know what to think now. It was almost as if you could see the gears turning in Felix’s head. He wore a flat expression until an imaginary lightbulb went on in his brain. “If you’re a half demon AND you’re a hunter what does that mean now?” It was a little amusing seeing Changkyun squirm like that. Turning to Felix you giggled, upping the dramatics. “Oh, wretched creature that I am, fated to hunt the evils in the dark, only to succumb to their evil myself. I will have to end this miserable life.”With a dramatic gesture you ended your speech. Your expression turned neutral again. “Actually, I don’t have the slightest idea. Does the one responsible for all of this know?’ You asked, turning to face Changkyun. “I’m not responsible for your mother’s poor choice in men,” Changkyun curtly shrugged. “Speaking of,” he almost seemed adamant about asking. “Where is she? Do you know?” You scoffed at Changkyun’s answer. You had to think, when did you talk to your parents the last time? Right. When you thought you were going to die because of Felix, Chan and the Reaper. You winced. “Well… the last time we talked they were planning to go on holiday I think?” It made you wonder. When did Changkyun see your mother the last time? 

“Hmm.” Changkyun drew his lips into a thin line. “Well,” he took in a breath. “Felix seems to have Jisung under control,” he looked down at his student who was still on the floor, his fists balled beside him and eyes glowering dangerously. “Yeah yeah grandpa you can leave.” Felix waved at Changkyun, giving Jisung a slap across the face to which he growled at. Changkyun shrugged, simply slinking back into the ground as if he hadn’t been there at all. You touched your forearms again at the mention of Jisung. They were still bleeding, but it wouldn’t be the worst you’ve endured. “So.. what now?” 

“Let’s kill him,” Felix’s eyes glinted with malice and excitement? As the shadow wound tighter and tighter around Jisung’s neck and a sickeningly slow pace. You looked at Felix with concern. Jisung really should die, but you could practically feel the bloodlust radiating from Felix. “We should make it fast” You murmured, grabbing the knife again. You looked at Felix and then back at the writhing Jisung. “Any last wishes?” You asked quietly. 

“Fuck you,” Jisung spat before he abruptly lifted himself up from the ground, Felix’s hold on him faltered. Jisung took this opportunity to shift into none other than Felix. It was a blur as the two identicals wrangled eachother, shadows yanking at limbs while they both threw punches and curses at eachother. “Kill him!” One screamed as he was pushed to the floor. You stood there, paralyzed, looking between the two demons. Of course it had to come to this. Now you needed some way to who who was who. You tried to discern anything while they were fighting, but they were both so fast. Now one was on the floor, the same fury and hatred their eyes. You hesitated. If only there was something you could do. You were feeling helpless, and you hated it. Eventually one Felix slammed the other into the floor, practically sewing the other into the ground with shadows. “Please,” the one on the floor croaked, his hands balled beside him. “I swear I’m not—“ 

“He’s lying,” the other growled, his eyes portraying a blistering red color. You looked back and forth between the two Felixs. They looked practically identical. And you had been fooled by Jisungs illusions before. Maybe there was a way to discern who was the real one. You knelt beside the pinned ‘Felix’, whispering so the other wouldn’t hear. “What happened the first time we met?” But you couldn’t let your guard down. If that was the real Felix you were unguarded against Jisung. You just hoped that this would work;  that the real Felix would remember. “I— Is this really a question you’re asking right now?” The Felix jerked his arm upward, attempting to release himself. “I don’t remember— I was feeding?” He cocked an eyebrow at you. While he did somewhat get the answer right he didn’t seem very sure. You couldn’t tell. You frowned. This wasn’t very telling. You paced back and forth. What to do, what to do? You looked at the two Felixs again. There had to be something you could do, right? You were at your wits end. You felt so alone in that moment, caught in things you couldn’t handle. You could feel a tear running down your cheek. The Felix on the ground found a sudden burst in strength, ripping the shadows off from his limbs and jumping up to tackle the opposing Felix. “Faker!” He spat, “Stop with the stupid circus tricks.” 

“Man you’re really getting into this,” Felix rolled his eyes, a small smile beginning to pull at his lips. “I still don’t believe it.” 

“Why can’t the both of you just stop?” In a lapse of self destructive decision you stepped towards the two fighting demons, trying to get in between them. You were tired of all this fighting, and so frustrated. Almost immediately Felix reeled backward, his hands pulling off of the opposing Felix. Felix scoffed and pulled himself off of the ground. “Brat.” 

“Says you, gremlin.” He snickered under his breath. “Are you done with the mind games now?” You asked tiredly. Your mind was at a breaking point, and with all that had happened in the past days, you were a second away from falling onto the next bed to cry for days. You could barely think straight. All that drama, the mind games and the fighting wearing you down to the bone. You were swaying, struggling to even stand at this point. “At this point I’m just about ready to say shoot me even if I am the real one.” Felix coughed, his eyes burning into the opposing Felix. 

“Jisung I know you’re heartless but at least fight me without getting someone else involved,” He folded his arms. You looked to the one Felix, then to the other. You were so tired of this. You were starting to think you knew who the real Felix was, but all the possibilities were hurting your head. You could feel your vision swim, getting blurry. You knew you were about to faint. “Catch me” You mumbled, before blacking out. Felix lurched forward, shoving the other aside with a shadow while simultaneously lunging to catch you in his arms. “Screw you,” Felix spat before plunging himself down into a portal. It was a risky move and he didn’t know if you’d travel with him or not. It was a short distance, just 3 miles away from your house at a small open area in the forest. When he rose up from the ground and found you in his arms he exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I’m sorry,” his head hung low, looking down at your resting face. His fingers swiped at stray hairs that clung to your face. It took some time, but after a while you came to again. Slowly opening your eyes, you flinched seeing Felix. Looking around more, you saw that it was just one Felix, and that this was not your house anymore. 

“Please tell me you’re the real Felix? Can you prove it somehow?” You were sounding incredibly tired, wearily blinking your eyes into focus. “I— Do you think Jisung would really catch you from falling and not kill you when you passed out?” Felix cocked his head at you in a questioning manner. “How do I prove this—? Ugh.” Felix racked his brain for something only he’d know. “I used to enter through your window? I popped down from the ceiling once, I got a scar from the time you knicked me with your knife/holy water— shall I go on?” 

“I’ve just been fooled to many times already in this short time” You sighed. “But thanks for doing that.” You smiled at Felix. “I’m so so sorry for everything that happened.” You trailed off, averting your gaze from Felix. “I feel like everything’s my fault…” You leaned your face into your hands.

“It’s not your fault, it’s Jisungs.” Felix rubbed your back hesitantly. “I should be sorry, I’m the one who lost control of myself.” He scratched at his scalp. “If I was just a little more in control this wouldn’t have happened. But we’ll find Jisung okay? I’ll make sure he won’t bother us— you again.” You leaned into Felix’s touch. “Thank you… for being on my side.” You smiled at Felix, gently touching your forehead against his. “I hope…we’ll get through this.” You began thinking. Was there any way to counter, or maybe suppress Jisungs ability? You had never wanted to kill a demon as much as Jisung. 

“I’m sure he’ll eventually show up again. And as much as I hate to say this, we should probably go back to your house. It’s the best shot we have at getting him in a confined space and also having him appear again,” Felix chewed at his bottom lip. “It’ll be dangerous though.” You hummed in agreement. “I guess you’re right, but…” You stifled a yawn. “Could we rest a little first? I’m at my limit” You leaned against Felix for support. It really felt like he was the only thing that grounded you recently. 

“Yeah, I was going to suggest we should wait a day or two.” Felix wrung his hands together. “As much as I’ve been here I’m not actually familiar with the area. Are there nearby hotels or someplace where we could stay?” You tilted your head in thought. “Since I don’t think it would be wise to go home and get my stuff, a hotel would probably be difficult…” You thought for another moment. “But I have a friend nearby. A non hunter friend… who could maybe let us crash for a day or two.” You looked at Felix expectantly. “Oh thank Satan,” Felix sighed. “If it was another one of your hunting friends I swear,” he stopped his sentence. “It probably wouldn’t have ended well, with my luck.” He laughed, almost a little forced, his mind going to Minho. You grimaced, knowing exactly what Felix was referencing. 

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t have been good. But he’s a sweet kid, if a little oblivious. And he lives not far from here too.” You slowly got up, stumbling a little still. You were tired, hungry and worn out. Felix instinctively took hold of your arm, helping you stabilize yourself. “Lead the way, I’ll be here.” It felt so good to be with him in uninterrupted peace. It wasn’t a long walk, and soon you stood in front of a simple, cozy looking house in the suburbs. You looked Felix up and down. He was… well, as normal as he could. You were greeted by a smiling face and messy brown hair. “Hey there Jeongin. Can we come in?” 

“A-ah yeah! Come in,” he looked up at Felix and then switched his gaze to you warily before opening his door and taking a step backward. “What brings you here so late? N-not that I mind I’m just a bit curious,” he gave a shy smile. “Thanks sweetie.” You smiled gently at Jeongin, politely stepping into his home. “Well, the thing is…” You hesitated for a moment. What should you say? You didn’t really want to lie, but you couldn’t tell Jeongin the truth either. ‘T- there was this.. accident at my house, and now me and my friend Felix” You pointed at the figure beside you. “Can’t sleep there for a new days. I know this is incredibly sudden and all but… would it maybe be possible to crash at your house for a day or two?” 

“Yeah of course! I have room,” Jeongin flailed his hands out of nervousness? You couldn’t tell. His eyes were still fixed on Felix. “Is he your—? Nevermind,” Jeongin shook his head violently. “I’m really sorry to hear about your house. Hopefully whatever happened will get better?” You beamed, “Thank you so much! I’ll pay you back somehow, okay? And yeah, hopefully we’ll be able to go back and fix the problem soon.” You were still smiling brightly at Jeongin. He had always seemed like a sweet younger brother to you. You had tutored him to earn some money on the side, and you developed a friendship out of it. You took off your shoes and followed Jeongin further into his house. “The rooms are sort of small but they’re functional, is that okay?” Jeongin opened two doors that sat across from eachother, revealing identical rooms. They each had a small bed that rested in the corner of the room along with a small dresser and lamp. It was a cute part of the house, and knowing Felix wouldn’t be too far provided some comfort. ‘Theyre great! Again, thank you so so much for this, Jeonginnie,” You stepped closer, opening your arms to envelop Jeongin in a hug. “You’re such a sweetheart.” Were you coddling him a bit maybe? Yes, but you just felt the need. Sometimes you wondered how this little ball of sunshine managed to live alone. His face instantly brightened and he returned the hug sweetly. “Ah, don’t worry about it. You’ve helped me so much, it’s the least I can do. If you need anything let me know okay? I gotta go finish up some dumb report,” he whined before hopping off into his room. You smiled, watching Jeongin scamper off. 

“Isn’t he cute?” You cooed, turning to Felix. “And he even easily lets us stay here.” You looked at Felix again. He seemed tired too. “Well, I guess we should actually go and get the rest we need then, right–?” 

“He’s an angel.” Felix interrupted, his nose wrinkling. “I don’t know whether to be disgusted or in awe,” He released a long yawn. “See you in the morning?” 

You laughed at Felix’s comment, not really taking into account the statement he had just made. “Rest well!” You entered one of the rooms, exhaustedly plopping down onto the bed. You really hadn’t slept through in a while. It made you think of Felix again. Your thoughts were spinning and there was quite a bit of tossing and turning despite your exhaustion, before you sunk into a deep sleep. The next morning you awoke to the sunlight that cascaded down and into your room from the small window above the bed. It was soundless, and it seemed as though the whole house was frozen and still. It was nice to wake up with peace for once. Felix was in the other room awake, staring off into space. He had shut the blinds on the window, plunging himself into near darkness, if not for the light that snaked under his door. He missed spending his mornings like this. You stayed in bed a while longer, simply basking in the peace and quiet. You stretched out your limbs and released a long sigh, you actually felt well rested. Upon opening your door you saw that Felix’s was slightly cracked open, but inside the room it looked completely pitch black. You took just a peak to see inside, only to be met with the sight of a shirtless Felix staring right back at you. 

“Good morning,” he laughed, his eyes falling from the crimson color to his regular pseudo brown. You squeaked in surprise, your face burning as you averted your eyes from the shirtless demon. But not before noting that he was extremely toned and there were scars running along his chest. “G-good morning” You stammered, looking at the floor. “You should put on some clothes. I’ll talk to Jeongin and see if I can help him with breakfast.” You turned away, making your way to Jeongins room and gently knocking on the door. 

“Kay,” Felix laughed to himself, giving a small wave before shutting his door. He opted to just wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts. Jeongin didn’t seem to be awake yet, as you could hear him softly snoring through the door. You swore you heard a rustling sound in his room, though, maybe he was just waking up now? “Jeonginnie? I’m coming in” You said, slowly opening the door to give him a chance to protest. You froze upon entering when you’re met with the sight of Jeongin. Wrapped around him were pure feathery white wings. Your first thought was that this was one of Jisungs illusions, and you gasped, backing away in fear. But why would he do that? 

The creaking of the door must’ve set something off inside Jeongin, for when you entered he almost instantly shot up from the bed. “A-ah cRAp! I can explain—“ Jeongin bolted up and folded his wings behind his back. His eyes were wide as he just stayed put for a second, debating on what to tell you. “It’s a– costume. From Halloween. But I wanted to use it as a blanket.” 

“Are you Jeongin?” You tried to keep the fear out of your voice, but it didn’t quite work. Yoou couldn’t wrap my head around this. This had to be an illusion, right? What else could it be? You thought back to Felix’s comment about Jeongin being an angel. Funny joke. Right? You was so busy panicking you forgot about the flabbergasted male in front of you. 

“Yeah its a costume,” Jeongin blinked and suddenly turned his back around to reveal nothing but his bare shoulder blades. Did they disappear out of existance or what? “See? Gone. Costume. Not wings. What wings?” He gave an awkward smile and you could practically see him nervously sweating. “Th-that’s not what i meant.” Your voice was quiet. “I swear to God if this is another one of your illusions Jisung–” You barely held yourself back. You didn’t want to drag Jeongin into this, but what if he already was? What if Jisung has gotten to him? You were panicking, wringing your hands together. Those wings had obviously been no costume. 

“Jisung?” Jeongin cocked his head to the side. “Who’s that—?” Jeongin stood up from his bed, walking over toward you in the doorway. “What Jisung are you talking about,” He seemed to have abandoned his embarassed persona and replaced it with a more concerned and serious one. You stepped away from him cautiously, not quite convinced that this wasn’t an illusion. He had fooled you with Minho before. 

“I.. Jeongin. Please. Tell me something only the two of us know, okay? Then I can explain things” You wearily watched his every move. Why did he seem so serious now? “You used to tutor me?” Jeongin gave a confused look. “Uh, we’ve known each other for like, a million years now. At 3am we used to talk crap about this one drama everyone liked— Is something wrong?” He looked more confused than ever. I slowly relaxed. Jisung would’nt have known that. 

“Thank goodness,” You breathed, wrapping Jeongin in a sudden hug again before letting go. You sighed. “Jisung… is dangerous. He’s the reason I can’t go home right now. And he can very convincingly assume anyone’s appearance and create illusions.” You looked at Jeongin closely again. “So if those wings weren’t his doing… what were they? We both know that’s not a costume.”

“O-oh yeah. These?” His wings poked out from his back again, some feathers drifting off and fluttering toward the ground. “They’re pretty real,” he laughed a bit awkwardly, extending out his right wing to you. “I guess you’re in on the whole ‘Wow! Heaven and Hell are real’ sort of thing?” Jeongin tilted his head at you. You laughed awkwardly. “I could say I’ve got a hell of a lot experience with it.” Your eyes were glued to Jeongin’s wings. They looked so pure and soft, and there was almost a gentle glow to them. ‘They’re so pretty” You hummed. Meanwhile your mind was reeling. So Jeongin really knew? Or rather, he seemed to be actually part of it? 

“So,” Jeongin coughed, folding his wings back behind him. “You do know what Felix is, right?” He knit his eyebrows together. “I didn’t want to say anything about it unless you knew but,” he bit his lip nervously. “I think he knows I’m not exactly the average human,” “I… yes, I am aware. I know what– who he is.” You said quietly, your eyes switching toward Jeongin again. “Are you really an angel?” You asked carefully, still in disbelief. 

“Oh! Yeah, I am.” Jeongin perked up, a smile crossing his face. “I guess you could say I was sent here to help rid the world of demons— B-but if Felix is nice then, I guess I won’t, you know,” Jeongin laughed awkwardly. “I don’t think he likes me, I think he knows I’m an angel already, hah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Please tell him not to kill me?” Part of you wondered for a moment. Did he know your grandfather was a demon? 

You smiled softly at him. “I really hope you and Felix will get along.” The smile faded. “There’s been far too much fighting already.” 

“Don’t worry I won’t kill you squirt,” Felix arose from Jeongin’s shadow, dodging his wings and making his way toward you. Jeongin, who was unaware of Felix’s abilities and the fact that he’d been here he whole time, let out some sort of dolphin like screech of surprise. You knew it. Still, you flinched in surprise at Jeongins scream. “Shh, it’s okay. Felix is just a little shit and likes to lurk sometimes.” Looking back between the angel and the demon, you crossed my arms. “Well… should we get breakfast then?”

“Breakfast sounds good!” Jeonging chirped, already beginning to head down stairs. His wings were folded behind him, his feathers trailing down the stairs as he hopped down. Should you tell jeongin about all that had happened with Jisung? Would he still trust Felix then? And did you really want to involve sweet, innocent angel Jeongin in this? You had no idea about his powers. Or if he had any. You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize you’d been staring at your plate. “You must be really hungry,” Jeongin slid two eggs onto your plate along with a few slices of bacon. Felix snickered at his comment, scrunching up his nose. “I like him already.” You snapped out of your daze at Felix’s snickers. 

“So when are you gonna tell them that you’re their guardia—“ Jeongin shoved an uncooked slice of bacon into Felix’s mouth. “Finish that sentence and I will slap the shit out of you.” He hissed quietly, turning toward you as if nothing had been said. “So! How do you like it?” The two of them were whispering again. Well, you were glad they seemed to get along at least. “It’s great!” You smiled at Jeongin. 

“So,” you began. “What are we going to do now?” 

“That’s up to you,” Felix shrugged. “If you’re ready to go back then I’ll follow. But if you want another day I don’t see why we couldn’t do that too.”Jeongin shrugged. “I don’t mind having company, I like having you guys here.” He smiled sweetly. “Well…” You thought for a moment. “I guess it would be best to… get it over soon?” You proposed. “We can still come back afterwards– hopefully.” You added quietly. You fidgeted a bit in your chair. There was some kind of weird air between the two of them. 

“Well, if you need anything I’d be glad to help.” Jeonging pulled a chair beside you, beginning to dig into his own breakfast. “And you’re always welcome to come back!”

You looked at Jeongin with adoration. Even with the realization that he was actually a literal angel, you were still incredibly fond of the boy. Being in a soft mood for once, you snatched a small piece of bacon from Felix’s plate, only to hold it in front of Jeongin. 

“Say ahh” You chirped. “W-whaT?” Jeongin’s face flushed to a deep red color. As he was about to, as embarassing as it was, take the bacon from you, a shadow snaked around your arm, aiming your fork toward Felix. His eyes bore into yours sharply as he pulled your hand closer to him, snatching the bacon from you in his mouth. “Mine.” He said, his mouth full. Your own face was burning red now. You could barely comprehend what just happened. You had just been lightheartedly teasing Jeongin, and now your heart was threatening to combust. You spluttered, pulling your hand away from Felix and burying your head in it. You were embarrassed, but a part of you was also extremely giddy. After all that had happened, your dependence on Felix had only grown stronger, and with it, your love for him. Jeongin, meanwhile, had watched the whole thing unfold before his very eyes. “I— okay,” He shrugged, getting up and putting his plate in the sink. Felix only shot you a sly smirk, happily chewing on the bacon. “Rule 1: Never steal a demons food. Even if we technically don’t need to eat,” he laughed. “Noted,” You said as you followed Jeongin toward the sink. “So… how’s life been for you, Jeonginnie?” You started talking with Jeongin, trying for a bit of normalcy and distraction from what had just occured. You couldn’t help but watch Felix happily eat his breakfast from the corner of your eye. He was just so cute. 

“Oh! It’s good. My job hasn’t really interfered with my normal life persay so It’s been pretty peaceful. I miss having you around though, obviously,” he gave you a bashful smile. “It’s also nice being able to have my wings out without having to hide them constantly,” he chirped happily, fluttering them a bit behind him. “They get kinda sore if I don’t stretch them out for long.” 

“That’s good! Aww, I’ll be sure to try and visit as often as i can then. I’ve missed you too,” you grinned, looking at Jeongins wings. “Never thought I’d see something like this, but they suit you. Hopefully our lives will become peaceful once again soon.” You sighed. Felix finished his breakfast and lazily put his plate in the sink. “Okay!” He clapped his hands together, shadows enveloping his whole before revealing his normal black out attire. “Ready to kill princey boy?” He cracked his knuckles. Jeongin couldn’t help but revel at Felix. “Seriously though what are you—“ he clamped his mouth shut. “Forget it I don’t wanna know. It’ll probably be against some law in Heaven,” Jeongin waved his hand. “Anyways! It’s all up to you,” He turned toward you. “Ready when you are!” 

“Well I guess there’s no point in trying to stall.” You just hoped you’d have time to grab a weapon of some sort before Jisung appeared. “Guys. Maybe each of us should have a specific code word or something we can use when Jisung tries to assume the shape of one of us.”

“Smart. How about…” Felix tapped a finger to his chin. “Banana–” 

“I-Its a general word and It’d probably surprise him?”Jeongin interrupted Felix. He lowered his voice from the previous scream. “I was thinking something more, I don’t know, sensible? But I guess that’d work too.” 

Felix shrugged. “Okay then,” You giggled. Jeongin was so cute. “Sounds good in my opinion. Let’s go then.” The way to your house was a silent one. There was a serious air around you all, and after a while you stood at your doorstep. “Well then, shall we go in?” You asked. “What if he’s not even here?” Jeongin cocked his head to the side. “I guess we’ll wait then…?” Felix shrugged, opening the door and sauntering inside. There goes any element of surprise. The house was silent and empty. Blood stained the floor where Jisung had last been, yet the whole house seemed untouched. You could still remember the whole ordeal that occured with Changkyun here. You shuddered at the memory and hurried over to your weapons stash. Luckily it seemed as though this was also untouched. You grabbed a pair of small knives to at least be armed. You turned to Jeongin and Felix. “I guess now we wait?” 

“Yeah I suppose,” Felix took the liberty of flopping down onto the couch, craning his neck back while his eyes glued themselves to the ceiling. “Jisung we’re here to murder you,” he yawned aloud. Jeongin gave a look of horror toward Felix. “You can’t just— why?” He shook his head at the demon. You were already used to Felix’s way of talking, so you paid his macabre comment no mind. You simply sat down next to him. You fiddled with the knives, not yet ready to break the silence. It was some time later when you heard a soft noise. Could that be Jisung? You perked up. 

“I’ll go check it out.” Felix stood up, beginning to walk down the hallway. “Jeongin, watch the front door till I’m back, okay?” With that, Felix disappeared into the unlit house. It was unusual to see Jeongin so serious, but he immediately nodded and took position. You were beginning to feel anxious. You stood up and followed in pursuit of Felix, your weapons readied at your sides. Although the sun was out, the house seemed to be dim and cloudy. Light barely traversed through the windows, almost as if some sort of screen was put over them. You could still see though, luckily, as you tried to catch up to Felix. When you turned the corner, assuming Felix had gone into this side room, you were met with nothing. Where had he gone? You slowed down. What was happening? Why was everything so dark? You silently cursed myself, backtracking a little to see if you could spot him somewhere else. Your house wasn’t all that big, but in that moment it almost felt like a labyrinth. Something was very, very wrong. 

“(Y/N)?” Felix’s voice bounced through the hallways. It sounded as if he was right beside you, but how could that be? You darted out from the sideroom and back into the hallway. You still saw no trace of him. Growing a bit on edge you turned to return back to Jeongin, only to scream as a dark figure loomed in the center of the hall. “Calm down calm down it’s me,” Felix sighed in relief. “It’s so dark in here I almost got lost,” Your heart was still beating fast in shock, but you were relieved you were seeing him again. You had almost let your guard down when it dawned upon you that this may not be Felix. You hesitated for a moment, looking around before leaning towards Felix. 

“What’s the word?” You whispered quietly. “W-what?” Felix raised his eyebrows, laughing a bit awkwardly, before it dawned upon him. His expression fell into a much darker one. “I hate you hunters,” he spat before seizing your arm, hurdling you toward the sideroom. Unsuspecting, you found yourself being propelled into the sideroom. Not a second later he was in the doorway, a psychotic smile painted on his face as he shut the door behind him. When he did, the door seemed to phase into nothing but a solid wall. No exit. Not anymore, at least. You screamed, part in frustration, part in fear. Of course it had been Jisung. Of course. You gripped your knives tight against your palms. You raised your knives in defense. There wasn’t anything else you could do anyway, with him blocking the exit. Time seemed to slow as Jisung approached you. You did the first thing you thought of: Plunging your knife down into his shoulder. Part of you celebrated at the fact that you’d already been a bit successful, until you realized that he wasn’t moving. When you tried to rip your knife away from whatever you had just stabbed it wouldn’t budge. 

“Hm. Funny how you just charge in,” Jisung hissed behind you, his breath fanning across the nape of your neck. You let go of the stuck knife, switching the other one into your dominant hand.You slashed at the air towards where he had had left goosebumps on your skin. Jisung ducked right below the blade, his smile never leaving his face as he kicked your legs out from under you. He always seemed to be two steps ahead of you. “You didn’t think it'd be that easy, right?” He cocked his eyebrow and let out a sympathetic chuckle. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” A frantic and real muffled voice of Felix echoed through the wall. Jisung’s head snapped up, his expression turning into a scowl. “He always has to interfere doesn’t he,” Jisung clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I’m in the side room on the left with Jisung!” You called out desperately. “We’re all just sick of your games jisung.” You swung your knife again, hoping to keep him busy. It didn’t seem like you would make a hit unless Jisung made some kind of mistake, however. 

“Sick of my games—?” Jisung gloated, only to get a shallow knife slash to the cheek. He stumbled back in disbelief, raising a hand to smudge the blood beneath his eye. “Darling, this is no game,” his eyes darkened and the whole mood of the room seemed to drop. It was suffocating. You were triumphant you had gotten him, but the atmosphere made it hard to breathe. You tried to calm yourself, keeping your gaze locked onto Jisung. “What is this then?” You asked, sounding a lot less put together thad you had hoped. What were Felix and Jeongin doing? You weren’t sure how much longeryou’d be able to hold against Jisung. 

He seemed to notice your eyes traveling back to the spot where the door was, and a look of sweet sympathy painted his features. “They can’t hear you.” His eyes dropped into a half-lidded expression of pity. “It’s simple.” Jisung stood up, squaring his shoulders. “Felix took away the one thing I loved in my life, so why can’t I do the same?” Your mind was reeling. You had no way out, and if the others had no way in you needed to stall Jisung. 

“Wha- what are you talking about? What did Felix do?” You took a step away from Jisung, observing him. He actually seemed hurt. “Felix is a lying, psychotic excuse of a prince. He never deserved that title at all,” Jisung remarked harshly. “All he does is take, learn that now—“ Jisung stopped his ramble suddenly. “Don’t try and stall me with your pathetic questions!” His finger nails dug deep within his palms, and the whole room seemed to quake at his outburst. “It doesn’t matter anymore, you can’t bring them back.” Jisung caught himself from choking up, biting his lower lip. “Why do you think you are any better?” You bit back, flinching at his outburst. “Felix.. killed... someone? Someone who was very dear to you?” You carefully asked. You almost wanted to comfort him but then realized this could be a distraction. Jisung seemed taken aback by your first comment. He always thought of himself higher than Felix, but he never actually dwelled upon the thought. 

“I never killed for sport,” Jisung emphasized the word ‘sport’, his words rolling off of his tongue like poison. “He killed her for no reason, other than the fact that she was a hunter.” His voice wavered. His words made you stop. Felix has killed someone very dear to Jisung. And that someone had been a hunter? You were quiet for a moment, just watching Jisung be caught in his emotions. “So.. who– Who did he kill?” You could only remember one person Felix killed. One hunter, which was Minho’s mother. That would be too much of a coincidence, right? But, on the other hand, It would all add up. Why Jisung hung around Minho. 

“Surely you know who I’m talking about,” Jisung wiped his hand down his face.m “Minho’s mother, she was like nothing I’d ever seen before,” he sighed, almost as if in some lovesick trance. “He had to ruin that!” Jisung wailed. You couldn’t force yourself to strike him down with your knife now either. You concluded reasoning may be your best option. “Well what do you think Minho’s mother would say if she knew you were trying to kill me–’ 

“Don’t.” Jisung shook his head violently. “Don’t you dare bring her into this,” He grit his teeth together. “You never knew her the way I did. So don’t try and reason with me.” He spat, his eyes burning into yours like hot coals. “You do know she partnered with my parents a long time. I was at her funeral. I remember her well. Don’t try to tell me I don’t know her because I do.” Your voice was quiet. You knew you had to kill him if you wanted to get out of here alive, but still. Something was holding you back. 

“This doesn’t change anything, you can’t bring her back.” Jisung paused, his expression of complete depression uptwisting into some sort of toxic elated one. “Felix won’t be able to bring you back either,” a sullen laugh escaped his dry throat. 

“Youre right. Killing me won’t bring her back either. All you’re going to do is create more suffering for yourself, trying to fool yourself into thinking hurting someone else will make you hurt any less.” Your face was pained. You had killed many demons before, why was this so hard?

“Just die already,” Jisung’s voice was hoarse and low, his eyes blazing as the room began to rumble. The ceiling fell through and the walls turned to vices, narrowing agonizingly toward you. In a few minutes you’d be crushed between debris or the enclosing walls. You began to panic, but then stopped. None of this was real, probably. One of Jisung’s illusions, you hoped. Still, you weren’t too keen on testing how real they would feel. You flinched, but took a deep breath. It was now or never. 

With a new found determination, you raised your knife up. It dawned upon Jisung that you no longer believed in his trick. He cursed loudly, attempting to run from the situation only to take your knife to his chest. Fuck. He’s never really dealt with this much pain before. Sure, he’s been burned by holy water and choked my Felix but this? Blessed knife skin deep? Not really doing well for him. His hands shook as he looked down at the wound, and then back to you in disbelief. You shaking. The moment the knife sank deep into his skin it was as if a shock ran through you. 

“I hope you will find peace Jisung. Rest well.” You mumbled, unable to look at the demon, or the blood on your hands. You twisted the knife, wanting him to die quickly and not suffer for too much longer. “I hate you,” he seethed, the knife plunged deeper into his chest. In a few moments he would take his last breath, his eyes like glass and completely black. Everything seemed to return to normal after then, the door reappeared, the walls no longer crumbled and you could see a disheveled Felix staring straight at you from the reappeared doorway. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, even though you knew he couldn’t hear you anymore. You stopped completely, kneeling over Jisungs corpse, blood on your hands. You had killed again. Only slowly, very slowly did you realize your surroundings, turning towards Felix. He took a hesitant step toward you before full blown running into you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into an embrace. He didn’t say anything, still a bit in shock at the fact that Jisung had managed to fool you both. But it was okay right? His eyes lay on the prince’s body, with his lifeless black eyes. 

“Its okay,” Felix spoke into the shell of your ear, his hand crading the back of your head. You sank down into Felix’s arms like a marionette with its strings cut. All that stress gone within a second. All your emotions that had been neatly held back by all the fear were now coming back with a vengeance. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He repeated like a mantra. Jeongin soon found the two of you, beginning to decompose Jisung’s body. He hummed softly into your ear, slowly sinking to the ground with you in his arms. The two of you sat like this for a while until you eventually calmed down. 

“D-did you know he had been in love with Minho’s mother?” Was the first thing that left your lips when you had somewhat calmed down. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt more or less safe again. “I had a hunch,” Felix almost winced at his words, his memories being flooded back to the moment he had killed her. “I didn’t think they were— Minho’s father obviously wasn’t Jisung.” Felix ended his statement in a curt tone. “Not to interrupt the moment,” Jeongin piped up. “excusemylanguage but how badass is it to say that you single handedly just killed a prince of hell, huh?” Jeongin shot you a look of pure proudness. “That’s definitely a ticket to heaven— unless you don’t want to go there but,” he looked back toward Felix who scowled at the mention of the holy place. “I’m gonna stop talking,” Jeongin returned back to blessing Jisung’s corpse. You squirmed uncomfortably under Jeongins praise. “I got lucky.” You giggled at Felix’s face at the mention of heaven. “I.. I’m not sure if it would actually work for me to go to heaven.” You muttered, remembering Jeongin knew nothing of your grandfather. Suddenly, Jeongin whipped around to face the two of you. 

“Felix,” he inhaled. “What did you do?” 

“I didn’t do anything I swear—“ Jeongin, in seconds, had his hands wrapped around Felix’s neck. Yes, it didn’t hurt Felix, but it was a bit offsetting to see the sweet boy become violent so suddenly. “Wait wait wait, what?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Jeongin what are you doing?” You worriedly turned to the boys, trying to gently pry Jeongins fingers from Felix. 

“A-Ah I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” Jeongin’s head hung low. “I just— I thought,” 

“You really don’t know?” Felix only cocked an eyebrow at the angel, his neck unbothered by what had just occurred.

“You’re their guardian, what have you been doing for your job—“ Jeongin, yet again, slaps a hand over Felix’s mouth. “Jeongin, speak for yourself.” You got a little quieter, embarrassed at the end. Guardian? He wasn’t actually implying Jeongin was a guardian angel. YOUR guardian angel. That would be ridiculous. 

“I thought Felix— you know,” Jeongin hesitated. “I thought he did some demon thing that would make you go to hell or something,” a rosy tint entered his cheeks. “He also wasn’t supposed to say that SO let’s pretend you never heard it,” Jeongin shot you an awkward thumbs up as Felix cackled in the background. Realizing what Jeongin was probably implying, your own cheeks turned a slight pink. “O-oh well, I see…” You scratched your head awkwardly. 

“So. Could we maybe get something to eat now?” You proposed. 

“That sounds lovely after worrying my ass off about you,” Felix slapped his arm over your shoulder. “You know for an angel I didn’t realize you thought—“ 

“pLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF–” Jeongin waved his arms around, covering himself with his wings like shields. “Let’s say that conversation never happened. Sound good? Okay! Let’s go eat then,” 

“You talk like it was all my fault.” You quipped, leading Jeongin and Felix to the kitchen. “Pasta sound alright?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. The moment Jeongin left the room, you turned to Felix. 

“You think Changkyuns gonna make an appearance?’ 

“Oh dear Satan. Jeongin would have a heart attack,” Felix frowned. “You don’t think Changkyun would kill him right?” Felix almost asked nervously. “Sins definitely do not get along well with angels,” he shook his head. “Also, he’ll sooner or later find out you’re related to a deadly sin.” 

“I really hope that won’t happen. And I really don’t want to tell Jeongin either. Like, how would he even react?” 

“React to what?” You startled and turned toward a confused Jeongin. “A-ah, nothing important.” A snap of electricity whisked through the air, emitting a supernatural violet. Speak of the sin and he shall appear or what? 

“It’s Grandp—“ Changkyun popped up from the ground, only to immediately whip around and face Jeongin. “The fuck is this pest doing here,” Changkyun shot electricity straight toward Jeongin. He yelped in surprise, managing to dive bomb out of it’s way, although not without a few of his feather’s being singed off. 

“Stop it!” You yelled, the electricity fizzling out right before destroying your wall. It was momentarily silent until Jeongin screams. He is completely petrified. Why is there a deadly sin in your house? Why is he referring to himself grandpa? Why did he have to be an angel? ”Hey, Jeongin, it’s okay. It’s okay.” You clung to him, gently patting his head. 

“I don’t wanna go near him,” Jeongin fluffed up his feathers, wrapping his wings around his body creating a sphere. “He can’t touch me like this,” his voice was muffled inside the sea of feathers. “He won’t go near you okay? I promise. Changkyun isn’t actually that bad, he’s just annoying.” You gently patted Jeongins wing cocoon. Were you imagining it or did you feel a slight burn from touching them?You frowned, pulling your hand away. 

“Hey,” Jeongins voice piped up. “Are you gonna explain why he’s here or..?” He let his wings droop to the ground, sitting cross legged now. While his wings were rather large he appeared to be somewhat small. “This cannot be real. Are you kidding?” Changkyun turned toward you. “A demon having a guardian?” You raised your hands defensively. “Hey, I’m a quarter demon at most.” You lowered yourself down next to Jeongin. 

“S-so let me get this straight,” Jeongin began. “He’s your grandfather,” He pointed an accusatory finger toward Changkyun. “SIN,” he emphasized. “HE has some wild crush on you,” Jeongin’s hand moved toward Felix. “PRINCE OF HELL,” He practically screamed. “I’m a terrible guardian,” he dropped his head into his hands.

“That last point isn’t true, you’re not a terrible guardian,” you reassured him. You decided that you probably shouldn’t tell him about Chan or Seungmin. You leaned over to give Jeongin a tight hug again, only to flinch away at the undeniable burning sensation 

“Are you okay?” Jeongin quickly folded his wings behind him, grabbing your arms and inspecting them. “Ah, you can’t even touch my wings.” He frowned and shook his head in disappointment. “I never thought I’d be roped into something like this,” Jeongin let his head hang in his hands. 

“This is all quite a bit of a mess, I know.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. 

“I need to talk to you, actually.” Jeongin hopped up, lacing your hand in his and pulling you toward another room. “I’m sure you demons can converse or whatever, right?” Jeongin shot the two a sly look before continuing the walk. “O-oh, okay?” Baffled, you followed the angel. What could he possibly want to talk about? And that badly enough that he would just leave to demons alone like that. 

“So… what did you want to talk about?” You was just a little bit nervous. Once the two of you were alone, Jeongin grabbed you by the shoulders. “I—“ Jeongin paused, biting his lip a bit. “Can we go outside?” His eyes were still nervously attached to the doorway, as if expecting one of them to appear any second. You furrowed your brows, but agreed. “Sweetheart what’s wrong? You seem really anxious?” You frowned at him. “Please, tell me what’s going on?” You nervously rubbed your arms, wincing at the slightly reddened skin from my contact with Jeongins wings. 

“I—“ He looked as if he was trying to practically force words out from his mouth. “I don’t know how you feel about Felix right now, but just remember who he is.” Jeongin warns. “This isn’t really him. This isn’t how he acts. Don’t you remember?” He wore a heavily concerned gaze. “He’s highly manipulative. I don’t trust him one bit.” You couldn’t meet Jeongins gaze. It was the truth you had been trying to forget. Trying to forget the fact that it had been Felix who killed Minho. You wanted things to be easy, ignoring the fact that they weren’t. Felix seemed so sweet, and you wanted him to hold you. You wanted him to love you. Even though you should be aware of his true nature. You kept silent, unable to meet Jeongin’s gaze.

“I know it’s hard,” Jeongin hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder. “But you really need to get away.” His face darkened a bit. “He thinks he’s got it all figured out. Why else would he be so casual?” Jeongin’s head quickly turned toward the nearby door. “I swear I can feel someone,” he hissed under his breath. You sighed deeply. I knew Jeongin was right. But you also knew that you were in too deep. You followed Jeongins gaze in concern. “I think we should go back now.” Your voice was quiet. “Please,” Jeongin stepped in front of you, blocking the entrance. “You need to trust me on this one,” His eyes were pleading. “I can’t let this happen,” his hands were clenched at his sides. 

“Jeongin, sweetheart. I know you’re concerned, and probably rightfully so.” You sighed deeply. “But what am I supposed to do? You know I can’t just… go.” With another sigh you entered the house. He was right, and maybe that’s why you werebeing so defensive. He frowned, his wings drooping as he followed behind you. The two of you returned to the two demons who stayed seated in the main room. When you entered, Felix seemed to brighten up. 

“So, was there some Guardian to Demon talk or?” Changkyun raised his eyebrow. “Would you stop calling me demon already? I don’t think i qualify.” 

Jeongin silently scowled, his eyes never leaving Felix. “If you’re related to me you’re a demon. Don’t argue.” Changkyun waved his hand in the air. 

“He has a point,” Felix shrugged, giving you a sly side smile. You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the animosity between Felix and Jeongin. ‘I’m still only a quarter demon. I don’t think that counts. Also neither of us even knew we were related until very recently.” You raised a brow at Changkyun before continuing your sentiment. “Did you visit mom?” You leaned your head up against Felix. You didn’t want to rub it into Jeongins face, but it just happened automatically. 

“Ah, no not yet actually.” Changkyun turned bashful, heat rising to his cheeks. “I didn’t want to impose, and I didn’t know if she would want to see me after all this time.” Felix leaned into you, his hand going to intertwine with yours. “Well, I can’t tell you that either. You might just have to try it yoursel– and try not to get shot then.” Yoi couldn’t help but to add that little quip. 

 “Well,” Changkyun hopped up from his seat. “I should probably go inform the others of this,” he groaned, dragginga hand down his face. “So much drama is going to go down, I can already feel it.” He grumbled. “Now we need another prince,” Felix let out a small chuckle at Changkyun’s behavior. “You don’t need another prince, you have me,” Felix shrugged, you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. 

“Okay Cocky I’ll see you in Hell whenever you return,” Changkyun rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers to open a portal. “Anything I need to know before I go?” You awkwardly scratched your head. “I don’t think so,” you watched Changkyun vanish, the tension leaving with him. 

A bit after Changkyun left you noticed Jeongin had gone quite silent. He sat on the floor quietly, observing. “Hey… you know, you can always go home if you want to?” Maybe that had been the wrong thing to say. Jeongin looked slightly taken aback before standing up in a huff, fidgeting his wings so they’d lay comfortably on his back before they disappeared. 

“Yeah, I think that’s best. I was getting a little tired anyways, I’ll see you soon hopefully?” His eyes met yours sharply. This was your choice. You knew the consequences. You’d deal with it. You knew it was immature but you didn’t want to deal with anything negative right now. 

“I hope you’ll get some well deserved rest then. See you around Jeonginnie!” Jeongin gave a sullen smile before turning toward the door. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. With that he opened the door, giving you one last warning glance, before disappearing out of sight. “Angel boy is finally gone,” Felix semi-groaned, flopping back into the chair. You winced slightly, you did feel sorry for Jeongin. 

“I kind of feel like sleeping for about a week now. I’m so glad this is finally over.” You sighed deeply. You really hoped your words were true, but deep inside you knew they weren’t. Whatever this was, it wasn’t over. 

“Yeah. It’s so nice to not feel like you’re going to die everyday.” Felix shut his eyes tightly before opening them. “It’s sort of a weird feeling to be honest, I never expected to be able to relax after all of this.” You hummed in agreement. “Yeah, it’s weird. So much happened in such a short time… who would have thought it all started just because of a Chance meeting?” 

“I can vividly remember the first time I met you,” Felix’s voice turned more smooth that held what you thought to be an underlying tone of coyness to it. The TV screen flickered, and for a moment you think it’s your electricity being wonky until it faded to a black screen. Confused, you went to stand up and check out the wires only to notice that the rest of the house had also been plunged into darkness. 

“You didn’t really think this was over did you?” 

“F-Felix? Cut that shit out okay? Come on, this is not funny.” You sighed, the fear returning. You tried looking around in the darkness, but your eyes were still adjusting. You could only feel your heart beating frantically in your chest. 

“I’m not joking,” something cool slid across the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. If it could get any darker it just did, for even when you swore your eyes adjusted you still could barely make out a faint outline of the couch. “Are you really that clueless?” The voice bounced violently around the room. You flinched, “What the hell do you want?” You hissed. Had you really let your guard down this much? Slowly trying to make my way through the darkness, you stepped around the couch. You were making your way around the room, pressing your back against the wall to feel some sense of safety. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” The laugh echoed darkly, the room plunging into complete silence. So much, that you swore you could hear ringing in your ears. “I want you,” Felix walked out from the darkness, appearing before you. Through the darkness you could make out his faint outline, but what stood out the most were his eyes. You blinked. “Felix, what? You’re not making any sense.” Still, you were focused on his eyes. Right in front of you, they seemed to hold a hypnotic quality. “Seriously Felix, stop messing with me.” Your voice was shaky again. 

“Ha,” He sighed. “I love when you get all scared like this,” he grasped your chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing your face milimeters away from his. His breathing fanned gently over your face, “I can practically taste your fear,” He wet his lips, his pupils narrowing similar to that of a cats. You were stunned to silence, staring at Felix. It felt like someone had pulled a rug from under you, and you were falling again. You had known Jeongin was right. And still, why didn’t you listen? You could feel your heart beating fast, and tears gathering in your eyes. Except, part of you felt disappointed.

”You’re crazy, huh?’ You let out a shallow laugh, still in disbelief.

“Only crazy for you,” he hummed in a sing song tone, his lips grazing over yours. “You shouldn’t be surprised, really.” He pulled away so he could focus on your features. You could practically see the corners of his lips upturning into some lopsided smile. “No one ever changes truly.”Your heart skipped a beat when you felt Felix’s lips. You knew you should be scared. You had no idea what Felix was trying to do. Or maybe you knew and were just ignoring the blazing red flags infront of you. A part of you just wanted to give up. A part of you whispered in your ear, “what’s the harm? Just give up, give in to him. You love him any way.” You bit your lip, trying to avoid Felix’s gaze. The shadows began to receed from the doors and windows. The light had barely reached the floor when the angel burst through the glass, barreling through the house and knocking straight into Felix. Jeongin was careful not to touch you, though, as he already had the demon pinned beneath his body in an instant. You shrieked in surprise, seeing the angel return. 

“J-jeongin?” You watched the angel and demon wrestle for a moment from where you stood. Jeongin shouldn’t have to do this alone. You should get at least your knife. Jeongin’s wings slammed down beside Felix, his feathers searing into Felix’s wrists. Felix laughed, his eyes meeting Jeongin’s with a crazed grin. He was apparently unaffected by the pain in his skin.

“I should’ve killed you when I had the Chance, angel.” He hissed, his eyes sparkling before launching an attempt to pull the boy off of him. His shadows tried to latch onto his wings, only to be repelled. The longer this went on the more horrified you became watching Felix. Had you really thought he would change? Had you really believed he wasn’t actually that bad? How naive could you have been? You hated yourself for loving him. 

“Do you enjoy this?” Felix tilted his head toward Jeongin, his smile faded while holding eye contact with the young angel. No matter what Felix had tried, his shadows seemed to be completely ineffective against Jeongin. “I hate you angels,” Felix thrashed beneath the boys grasp, the pain finally getting to his wrists. “I forgot how bothersome your kind could be,” Felix grit his teeth together. Felix eventually noticed your arrival back into the room, a shadow leaping up toward you almost like a wall. 

“Love, don’t you think two on one is a bit unfair now?” His eyes switched to you, intoxicated by your presence. You sighed, a bitter smile on your face. You couldn’t even look at Felix. 

“You know, you’re starting to sound just like Jisung…” You didn’t dare step closer. Felix’s expression fell. “Ah. you really think that?” His eyes flicked back to the angel ontop of him. “Everyone knows I’m worse than him,” a laugh bubbled up from his chest. “You never suspected it though, did you? Even when Jeongin warned you? Your Guardian angel?” His eyes switched back to meet yours, and you could no longer see the Felix you knew. Only a crazed animalistic look met your eyes. 

“Seems like I did make the mistake of believing people— demons could actually be good. Maybe I should just kill them on sight. You mused, stepping closer. You seemed almost calm, stepping closer to the two again. You were still averting your gaze. He knew damn well that you could not kill him. You had struggled with Jisung, and he was downright horrid. And you had believed you loved Felix. Or perhaps a part of you still did, despite everything. 

“You didn’t do that when you saw me for the first time,” Felix remarked. “What makes you think you’ll be able to do it now?” He tried to shove the angel off of him, this time, Jeongin had a bit of a hard time keeping him down. Yes, he was taller than Felix, but he was fairly light weight including his wings. You kept silent. He was right of course, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. You were in a dilemma. You needed to help Jeongin somehow. If you could at least injure Felix, maybe he’d relent. It was a foolish hope probably, but you clung to it. You just needed to raise the knife and– Felix’s soft, gentle face, him clinging to you, smiling at you flashed across your mind. You hesitated. 

“That’s what I thought,” Felix grinned triumphanty before his body seeped through the floor. Of course. The thought hadn’t even crossed Jeongin’s mind, and he cursed silently as he pulled himself off from the ground. Jeongin looked at you before folding his wings in a huff. 

“Not the time to say I told you so, but next time do stab him sooner.” 

‘That’s what I’ve been thinking the whole time now. I should’ve stabbed him when I first met him.” You sighed. “I’m so sorry to have dragged you into this mess.” You sank onto your sofa, exhausted. “Don’t worry about it,” Jeongin sat in front of you on the floor. “He’s gone for now, why don’t we take a breather and try to demon proof the house? I figured you need a good among of sleep and I myself wouldn’t mind napping for a few uninterrupted hours.” You nodded, “That is a very good idea actually.” You reluctantly stood up again. You had everything that you needed to effectively ward off demons, naturally. Jeongin and yourself spent time spreading salt and other means of protection, taking care to include any windows and even vents too. When you were finished you plopped down in your bed exhaustedly, eyes already closing. 

“I’ll be awake for a little longer okay?” Jeongin stopped by your door. “Get some rest now,” he shut your door just a bit, only allowing a small sliver of light into your room. His footsteps grew softer as he walked deeper into the house and away from your room. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled to Jeongin, turning over on your bed and cuddling deeper into the blankets again. Even though you were tired, you needed a moment of calming your breathing to stop your thoughts from running all over the place. After a while, you finally fell asleep. You dreamt of Felix. The soft one, the happy one. The innocent image that probably never existed outside of your imagination. You didn’t even realize you were crying in your sleep. You awoke to dried tears staining your cheeks, wiping them off with the back of your hand. You sat in the darkness for a few minutes, as it wasn’t exactly time for morning. You questioned why your body had woken up and cursed to yourself for not getting more sleep. You decided to try and go back to sleep, only to be startled by the sudden shrill scream of Jeongin. You immediately snapped awake and scrambled out of the bed, grabbing your knife and opening my bedroom door. Worry coursed through you and you hurried, only to come across the most gruesome scene. 

Felix, standing over a lifeless Jeongin. Your breath caught in your throat. Surely he couldn’t be dead. No. How did Felix get in? Did he ever even leave? Jeongin’s bare shoulder blades were mangled, his wings discarded on opposing sides of the room. Blood was splattered across the floor, walls and especially on Felix. You needed to end this now. Before Felix killed any more people. His eyes switched from the dead guardian up to you almost immediately he perked up. 

“Miss me while I was gone?” He kicked Jeongin behind him, taking a step toward you. It was so brutal. You had to fight with every fiber of your being not to break down and cry, seeing Jeongin like this. Through a haze of tears, you glared at Felix. How could you have ever loved him? 

“I’m never going to miss you again.” You hissed, raising your knife. The best time to have killed him was when you first met. The second best time was now. He needed to die. You lunged toward Felix. You needed to kill him. He shrugged, flicking his wrist and summoning forth his shadows. The long coils plucked up one of Jeongin’s now mutilated wings to thrust it in front of Felix, acting as a shield. “I think they’re much prettier red don’t you think?” He cocked his head to the side, though, you couldn’t see through the mess of matted and bloodied feathers in front of you. You stopped in your tracks. You were shaking, horrified of the sight of Jeongin’s lost bodypart. 

“How could you have done something like this?” You asked, your voice weak. You tried to step around the wing, keeping your distance from it. First Minho, now Jeongin. You had cared for both of them so much, and he just killed them both. “You’re going to die!” You yelled, the fury overflowing. A pale flash of electricity jumped toward Felix. The bolt hit him straight in the abdomen, causing him to let out a yelp of pain as his body crashed to the floor. He groaned as his limbs curled inward, his body convulsing onto the ground. His shadows had completely dropped out of existance, leaving a clean opening. There was no time to hesitate, no time for surprise that you manifested that lightning. Instead, you took out your knife, swooping down over Felix. It was almost serene how the knife sank smoothly into his chest. He wasn’t dead yet, so instead you just stared at him. You knew the regret would wash over you any second now. His eyes shut tightly as he registered how much pain he was in, his hands flying to grip the blade. He winced as his fingers burned against the blessed blade in an attempt to pull it out from his chest. 

“Of course. I forgot about that,” his eyes burned into yours. You couldn’t tell if it was of hatred or regret. You were shaking at this point, one hand still firmly pressing the handle of the blade down. Your mouth moved tonelessly at first. “I…” You tried to blink away the tears at first, there was no use crying about a murderer like this, but there was still a part of you that cared too much. “I’m sorry it had to end like this” You whispered. “You brought it upon yourself–” 

“Did you ever love me?” his eyes settled on yours, and for a second you swore you could see the old Felix in his eyes. He gave up on trying to remove the knife from his chest, his arms dropping to rest beside him instead. His teeth were grit together as his blood bubbled from the wound, now seeping through his clothing and beginning to settle on the floor beneath him. “Was I just a hopeful fool this whole time?” That question broke you. You begin to sob, your hands shaking but gently coming to rest on Felix’s cheek.

“I did Felix. I actually did” The words were difficult to force out. “Did you?” Your voice was barely a whisper. Had it really been something akin to love that had driven him? 

“I did.” He closed his eyes to rest them as a smile stretched across his bloodied face. “I do,” he corrected himself, his eyes fluttering back open to meet yours. His eyes no longer portrayed his natural red, bloodlust-filled irises. Rather, a softened warm brown. Almost as if he were somewhat human. You could only watch with wide eyes as the light in those soft brown eyes dimmed. Had you really done the right thing? Should you have let him live? But you owed it to Minho and Jeongin. There was just too much blood on your hands. Too much blood had been spilled in general. You gently touched your forehead to Felix’s one last time, his life slipping away. There was too much blood in this house. Maybe you should burn it all down and start anew somewhere else.

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Thats it!! I finished this series after like 4 years of not posting hahahaha :,D ! I hope you enjoy <3 thanks for reading

[junn-ahn]

[10:49]

The mornings are always sweet.

Hangyeom wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back toward him. His chest rises and falls, slow breaths fanning against the back of your neck. He rests his face in the crook of your neck, making himself comfortable against you.

"Mmm." He hums against your skin.

"Good morning my love."

[junn-ahn]

Crown’s Deceit

Pairing(s): Prince! Seonghwa x female! reader x Prince! San

Part 1 - ?

Summary: Seonghwa, prince of Lieyenn, will be crowned soon. After his father, the king, mysteriously passed away, Seonghwa releases a peace offering with the neighboring kingdom they've been at war with; your kingdom, Parrington.

Warning(s): None so far,, ?

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m gonna see where this series goes,, depending on the feedback I may or may not continue it lol. Maybe I’ll make a guide to everyone’s roles and kingdom names :0

Ah, another one. You grinned in a giddy fashion, your hand extended toward the partially opened window to pluck the fresh rose off of the windowsill. The morning dew glistened atop its silk leaves, the petals curling outward into an exquisite white blooming ecstasy. You brought the blossom to your nose, the petals brushing against your sun kissed skin while you inhaled the plant’s sweet scent.

This had marked the fourth day, consecutively, since you had received the first rose from your mysterious masquerade lover. The two of you had first met during your kingdom’s annual ball during the waltz dance, and ever since that evening he would appear during the late hours to deliver each flower delicately to your window.

You sank down onto the glossy wooden floor, your stomach flipping and chest tightening at the sight of each rose, giving the flower in your hand another soft sniff.

“Your ladyship,” A lone voice spoke from behind your door, a firm knock shook the metal hinges. “We must prepare you for the Lieyenn Masquerade. Please, call us in when you are ready.”

You took in a heavy breath, pressing down the squeamish feeling rising in your stomach. With a final push, you nodded to yourself.

“Yes, you may come in now.” You stepped toward the door, allowing your two maids to scurry in. One held a wooden box while the other held a multitude of silk and satin dresses folded over her arms.

The first set down the wooden box, gesturing for you to stand on top of it. You obliged, and stepped onto the flat surface, standing as still as possible. The other maid hung the dresses beside your wardrobe, pulling a lengthy lilac garment off of the rack. The maid began to strip your current clothing off, and afterward gently draped the delicate fabric against your bare skin.

It had a scoop neckline paired with a gray trim that flushed over your chest down to your waist. The sleeves were lightweight and flowed down your arms, almost as if she was wearing the wind. The gown flared out around your ankles and over the wooden box, trailing behind you. It was a beautiful dress, and looked absolutely stunning to be worn by you. You could see the look of envy, or maybe admiration in the servant’s round eyes.

“Thank you. This will certainly do for tonight.” You slipped the gown off your shoulders down to your knees, and shimmied it off, careful to avoid stepping on its precious fabric. “That will be all, thank you.” You hopped off of the wooden cube and clothed yourself back into your house garments. “Shall I expect to see you when the dusk arrives?” You opened your bedroom door.

“Yes, your ladyship.” They nodded in unison and scurried out of your room and into the long hallway. You thought that perhaps while enduring the banter with the nobleman and families, you may catch a glimpse of your admirer again. Although the ball was not a masquerade, you were certain that he would appear again and sweep you away into the dusk of night. The inky black sky emerged between the sunlight, bringing forth a dusky golden haze that swept over the kingdom’s grounds and bled through the windows and into the ballroom.

“May I introduce,” the royal guard paused, gathering the crowds’ eyes. You looked beyond the ocean of faces that turned toward you, searching every and any face that looked remotely familiar and frowned at yourself when you did not recognize any. “Duke Rouvve and Lady (Y/N) of Parrington.” He swept his arm toward the two of you that stood atop the balcony, each taking a bow and curtsey respectively, before descending down the velvet-covered stairs. Your chest tightened, your hands folded in front of your chest as you made your way to the glossy tiled floor. Each step filled you with more dread as you descended into the jungle of noblemen and noblewomen.

“Come now, (Y/N).” Your mother beckoned monotonously, gliding across the floor and beside a table concealed in a lush white cloth. Your mother led you toward the table of noblemen your mother always favored. Your mother swore that you would marry one of their sons, and laughed jovially about planning weddings and such. You scrunched up your nose in distaste, stealing a glance toward the rest of the ballroom. Meanwhile, the noblemen’s sons were huddled around a nearby pillar, their backs against the marble and arms crossed over their chests. You stood beside your mother cautiously, your hands ringing around the fabric of your dress.

You did not want to be here with your mother, or the men your she pretended to favor so dearly. You did not want to be here with the rich and snobby men here. You wanted to be with him, your secret admirer. You clamped a fist over your chest, yearning to finally meet with your masked admirer. Your eyes glazed over the ballroom floor, scanning every man. You could still remember his striking eyes, and how deeply they pierced your very soul. How you longed to see them again. Suddenly, a trumpet screamed through the crowd’s banter, causing a wave of utter silence as the royal advisor stepped out and onto the balcony.

“Ladies and gentleman,” the advisor’s voice constricted, his chest puffed out and arms folded behind his back. “I regret to inform you that our beloved king has passed away,” his head hung low. A collective gasp and shock burst from the crowd, women cried out and fell into their husbands arms. Men’s heads hung low as the wave of dread rolled over the multitude of noblemen. “Prince Seonghwa is to be coronated by tomorrow morning.” Prince Seonghwa, eminently known to be quite the silent and obedient child under his father’s rule. He could often be spotted directly beside his father during public events. He didn’t socialize with the guests, nor did he go out of his way to win the public’s hearts. He was unusual for a prince, but for the most part he remained under the public’s radar.

A dark figure walked out from behind the advisor. None other than the man of the hour, Prince Seonghwa. His arms were folded neatly behind his back, and he took long strides until he stood beside the advisor.

“You’re dismissed.” He spoke eloquently yet firm, stepping to the side to allow the advisor to exit. “I’m sure all of you are quite shocked,” he began, his eyes glossing over the crowd. “My father, the king, was a healthy and strong man.” When his eyes found you amidst the sea of people, he stopped for a second. You could feel his eyes burn into you for a minute before he averted his gaze, continuing his speech. “Unfortunately, this will be a loss our kingdom needs to recover from.” He stood up straighter, adjusting the suit jacket that adorned his shoulders. “I will be taking the throne by dawn as Lieyenn’s new king. We will continue to grow stronger as a kingdom, despite my father’s absence.” He waited for the crowd’s reaction, and gripped the edge of the balcony. A few attendees were still quite horrified at the thought of their beloved king’s passing. There was still no announcement as to how he died.

“In other news,” he cleared his throat, once again capturing the crowd’s attention. “Our kingdom will be looking for new alliances to guarantee us strength during these troubling times. I will do my best, as your new king, to ensure your safety.” With that said, he took a long bow, turning on his heel and exiting out of sight.

You drew your lips into a thin line, your eyes slowly trailing down toward your mother.

“Bring me your father,” she hurriedly waved you off, a sickly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. You let out a silent sigh, giving her a curt nod before turning toward the crowd.

You didn’t see any sign of your father nearby. He couldn’t have gone that far, right? You weaved through several people, repeating the phrase “pardon,” as many times as you can remember. After several minutes of searching, you finally caught a glimpse of your father talking amongst a few other dukes and marquises. You were so focused on reaching him, that you hadn’t noticed the gloved hand reaching out towards yours.

“You seem to be in a hurry.” A voice broke your concentration. You felt silk covered fingers take your hand into their own, and as you turned to face them, they brought the back of your palm to their lips.

“And you are?” You cocked an eyebrow at the stranger. You did not intend to come off as cold, yet your words betrayed you. He did not seem bothered by your tone, though.

“San,” he pressed a small kiss to your skin.

“My apologies, but I do not recognize you.” You slipped your hand out from his grasp, taking a tentative step in your father’s direction.

“You will.” He grinned at you.

You didn’t know whether his behavior was off putting or endearing, but you chose to politely force a smile, walking away from him. It was odd, though. Somehow, his touch felt familiar.

[junn-ahn]

Hey since your requests are open I’m wondering if you can write something with a fox hybrid/shifter I.N. Keep up the great work!

Pairing: Fox Hybrid/Shifter! I.N x Human Reader

Genre: animal shifter AU, fluff, slightly suggestive themes? (kisses ;))))

Words: 572

A/N: Hello Anon :) I hope you like it!! Im not too familiar with writing Hybrid/Shifter aus so I hope I did well enough :,)

Stray Kids and ATEEZ Requests are open!

Late Nights at Home

You had just arrived back at your apartment complex, a yawn bubbling up your throat as you pressed your floor’s button. You were promoted as an assistant to your boss a few days ago, which made work especially long and tiresome. Your body hadn’t adjusted to the extra hours, and you ran out of your morning coffee a while ago.

The high pitched ding of the elevator alerted your senses to exit. The doors slowly slid back to reveal the empty hallway. Your footsteps echoed softly behind you as you approached your room. Just as you were about to grab your key the door swung open, revealing your loving roomate, also known as your loving semi-animal companion.

He wore an expression that some may mistake as pouty or cute, but to you, he was most certainly annoyed. His auburn ears were flattened against his hair, and twitched when his eyes met your form. You opened your mouth to give an excuse but nothing came out as his hand latched around your wrist, dragging you inside. He shut the door behind you, hand still connected to your arm.

“You’re late. Again.” I.N huffed, brows knit together as his eyes glanced over your face. You gnawed on your lower lip, guilt clawing up your spine.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You groaned, bending down to drop your work bag off your shoulder. When you looked back up his face was right in front of yours. So close, in fact, that you could feel his breath fan against your cheeks.

He squinted his eyes at you, shooting you one last irritated look before he shifted into his fox form. He ran around you in a few circles before scurrying off toward the couch in the apartment. He leapt up into the cushion and sat down, looking ar you expectantly.

Your lips curled into a soft smile, shaking your head softly at his antics before standing up straight. As soon as you sat down onto the couch next to him he snuggled himself in your lap, wrapping his tail around the side of your waist.

“You’re clingy, you know that?” You looked down at the red fox curled into your lap. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours mischeviously. He places his black tipped paws on the fronts of your shoulders, lifting his body upright and rubs his wet nose against yours.

You scrunch up your nose, attempting to lean away from him as your smile grew bigger. “You’re annoying,” you poke his side.

He doesn’t seem pleased with your comment, and quickly shifts back to his human form. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, taken aback by his sudden action. “I.N—!” You managed to choke out before he shoots you a grin, pushing your back down into the sofa cushions.

“Even though I’m annoying, you still love me.” He hums, looking down at you.

“Yeah yeah,” you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing at his proximity.

He leans down and presses a few kisses to your cheek, slowly making his way to your lips. His lips are soft against yours, and you find yourself melting into him, your hands traveling up his shoulders to wrap around his neck.

I.N hums softly, resting his hands beside your head. He pulls away to take a breath, a grin gracing his lips when his eyes fluttered open to meet yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[junn-ahn]

[7:40]

Chan runs up behind you, taking a sharp inhale as he begins to match your steps. “You could’ve waited a few more minutes,” he managed to say between breaths. “Yeah but that wouldn’t have been as exciting would it?” You elbowed him in the arm. “I hate you,” he grumbled beneath his breath. “I love you too,” you chirped back happily.

[junn-ahn]

Bang Chan x College Student! Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning(s): Swearing, My first fic?,

Genre: Enemies to Lovers! College AU!

Chapter 3 of 3

↳ Go read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Masterlist!

Summary: You just started your first year in college and now realize the struggle of dealing with dormitories. Your neighbor, Chris, was never a bother to you. Neither of you ever spoke to eachother, or interacted in any way.

That was, before his two friends moved in.

PREVIOUSLY: He tapped onto a song, and a more than familiar tune rushed into your ear.

This was a song by 3racha.

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Your head was swimming with questions. Is he actually part of 3racha? Did he somehow know they‘re your favorite now? Was he trying to prank you?

He must’ve noticed your shocked look, and knit his brows together. “Do you not like it?” He looked disheartened.

“No! No, I really really like it, which is why I’m kind of shocked—? Not shocked because it’s good! I’m just, wow are you really 3racha?” You babbled on, eventually blurting out the statement you were trying to convey.

“Yeah! My roommates and I are 3racha, I’m kind of surprised you recognized us?” His face lit up, his eyes crinkling into shining crescents.

“Holy crap dude I love 3racha—” The words tumbled out from your lips before you could think over your sentence. “O-oh really?” His cheeks flushed a rosy tint. “I’m glad, thank you,” his fingers grazed over your knee, before he pulled his hand over to rest on his own.

“I actually just discovered your music not too long ago, and I’ve been hooked ever since,” You tried to smother the growing smile on your face.

“Well,” Chris began, biting the edge of his lower lip. “If you’re not busy after tonight, would you wanna come meet everyone...?”

“Wait seriously? No shit?” You hopped off of the bench from the rush of excitement. He laughed at this gesture, your face flushing. “Yeah, I’m sure Jisung and Changbin wouldn’t mind. We were actually just going to finish up a new song. You’d get a sneak peak~” He raised his eyebrows, elbowing you playfully.

“Dude this sounds like a dream,” you hummed, a bright smile on your face as the two of you began to walk back toward the dorms. “So you weren’t kidding when you said you liked us, huh?” He tilted his head down, his dimples appearing like the sun at dawn. You noticed how his lips curved up into what you thought to be the perfect smile. How one side of his mouth quirked up a little higher than the other, and how his eyes would fold into sparkling little galaxies whenever he’d grin. You could still feel the burning sensation when his fingers grazed over your knee. You wanted to feel that again.

You were falling, and hard.

The two of you eventually made it back to your neighboring dorms, except this time, you went inside of his. When the door opened up you were expecting the stereotypical boys dorm. Messy, smelly, clothing thrown across the floor, dirty dishes in the sink, but it was quite the opposite. The room was extremely neat, clothes folded on top of drawers, clean dishes in the sink, and it smelled like... Chris?

“Chris did you bring back the—” His other roommate stopped in his tracks. You hadn’t seen him a lot before, besides when Chris went out with them all. He looked at you with a cold gaze. “Did he pay you to come here?” He asked nonchalantly. “Changbin shut up,” Chris punched his arm. “They’re an old friend of mine from highschool.” He avoided your gaze, almost in a bashful way. “Wait is this the person?” Changbin managed to get the full sentence out before Chris yanked him away by the collar.

“Ignore him,” he smiled almost in a sinister way, before hopping across the room. “Do you wanna see the studio?” He wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed and slipped off your shoes before following him. There was a little backroom that was, unironically, directly beside your dorm wall. It had 3 separate microphones lined up neatly in a row with a computer sitting behind in the center. It had dim lighting, but still offered enough to see, and was actually really professional. “Dude this is the coolest thing ever,” you shoved him playfully. He chuckled, watching you gawk at the room.

“You wanna hear a preview of our next song?” He sat down in front of the microphones and computer. “I’d love to,” you held your hand to your chest dramatically. He waved you over toward the seat beside him and began to login to the device.

Shortly after, a pressurized beat entered the room. It was so different in here conpared to hearing it from your room. It enveloped your body, you could feel the music literally and metaphorically. It was almost as if you’d been transported to some alternate reality.

Regardless, you enjoyed spending time with Chris. The two of you had fun in the studio, and you even got to talk to Jisung and Changbin.

“I swear, I always thought you were our scary next door neighbor but you’re really chill.” Jisung pat you on the head. Changbin scoffed, “You weren’t that scary—”

“Changbin you thought they were gonna throw hands and blocked the door with the sofa,” Chris cocked an eyebrow, which earned a laugh from you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Changbin shot Jisung a cold glare as if exposing his scared self to the world.

Jisung and Changbin continued to wrestle and you and Chris went to hang out in their kitchen. He brought out two bottles of soda and the two of you chatted for what seemed to be hours. You caught up from highschool, talking about teachers and past projects. He shared about his passion for music, and how he began to pursue it in the late years of highschool and now, college and his roommates.

“Oh shoot, it’s 11pm already.” You skid over toward the door, glancing down at the now sleeping forms of Jisung and Changbin on the floor. You slid on your shoes and spun around to meet Chris’ close gaze.

“Ah! I’m sorry,” you instinctively went to back up, only to feel your shoulders knock into the door with a loud slam! “Hey,” he gently took your hand into his, intertwining your fingers slowly. “I just wanted to say I’m really happy I found you again.” His eyes shifted from you to your hands. “I had a lot of fun tonight, and I was thinking,” he paused. “Maybe we could do it again sometime, yeah?” His voice became softer, and more breathy. He moved inch by inch closer, shortening the distance between the two of you. You nodded at his statement, your eyes no longer focusing on his, but rather, his lips which were drawing closer and closer. Time seemed to slow when he pressed them to yours. It was hesitant at first, but when you leaned into him he deepened it. His other hand rested against the door beside your head, and the moment lasted a little to short than you had wanted it to.

He pulled away, and a dreamy half lidded smile etched itself onto his face. “I’ve loved you for a long time,” Your eyes locked with his, and you had to rip your gaze away from him to look down at your shoes. “I,” you fumbled for words. “Thanks for tonight,” you squeezed his hand gently. His grin grew, and he lead you out from his dorm. “I’ll see you tomorrow, kay?” You decided to be bold and plant a kiss on his jaw. He melted at the contact, and held his hand to his face where your lips had met his skin. “Y-yeah! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved at you through the crack of the door, and for the first time since highschool, your heart was flipping with bliss.

[junn-ahn]

Bang Chan x College Student! Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning(s): Swearing, My first fic?, I didn’t proof read??

Genre: Enemies to Lovers! College AU!

CHAPTER 2 of 3

↳ Go read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Masterlist!

Summary: You just started your first year in college and now realize the struggle of dealing with dormitories. Your neighbor, Chris, was never a bother to you. Neither of you ever spoke to eachother, or interacted in any way.

That was, before his friends two moved in.

PREVIOUSLY: Maybe, he hoped, you’d give him a chance.

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You had barely made it on time to take your exam, arriving 12 minutes late into the classroom. Your teacher gave you a hard glare and slapped the exam on your desk. Luckily for you, it was your Music Studies exam, which you studied and knew like the back of your hand.

You still remember the agonizing 2 hours it had taken before you were free of that suffocating classroom.

Oh my god. You’re body was dying. After being sleep deprived you couldn’t process a word you had just read or written.

You were still thinking about what Chris had said to you earlier. What did he mean by make it up to you? Did he mean buy you food? Or maybe go out for coffee? Or maybe you were over thinking this and he’d probably just stop playing music. Either way, you’d be happy by the end of the day.

While walking, dare I say half asleep, throughout the college halls, you gently bump into a plush yet tough surface. You whip yourself backward, plunging your books out from your hands and onto the ground.

“Hey! What are you doing— Oh HI,” The familiar blonde boy flipped out. “Oh, buddy,” You quickly began. “You should really stop staying up before someone in your dorm loses an eye.” You gave a crude smile before beginning to pick up your discarded notebooks.

To your surprise, the now cowering boy knelt down and picked up one of your more hearty textbooks. “Hey since we’re going to the same place, could I help you out?” He managed to choke out. You grumbled, but obliged. “Yeah whatever just don’t do anything dumb.”

The two of you eventually made it to your neighboring dorms, and you scrambled to get your key out. “Thanks...?” You cocked an eyebrow. “You’re welcome?” The boy wore a now more confused look than before. “I’m asking for your name stupid,” your key clicked into the door handle. “O-oh right, yeah it’s Jisung.” He bowed his head in embarassment before giving you the book. You gave an awkward nod before stepping into your dorm.

“Wait!” Jisung yelled, his hand outstretched to prevent you from closing the door. You dropped your books onto a nearby table and slid toward the door. “Yes...?” You raised your brow defensively. “Uh, Chris asked me to give this to you,” He pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket. “Be ready at 6?” He smiled in an evil way before scampering quickly into his dorm. “What—” You stood there dumbfounded, paper in hand, staring at the blank wall in front of you.

Oh shit was this a date?

You scrambled back into your dorm, locking the door.

This was the first time since high school since you’ve been ‘out’ on a date. You didn’t know what to do. Do you over dress? Is it a hoodie occasion? You should probably read the paper first.

You, with somewhat quaking hands, carefully unfold the paper.

Hey!

I still feel bad for sleep depriving you,,

So would you mind meeting me at the campus’ park way? Thanks!!

- Chris :)

You inhaled sharply.

Oh god.

What did you get yourself into.

You raced to the bathroom and skid to a halt in front of your mirror, debating on trying to make yourself look half presentable. You decided to throw on a simple band t-shirt and jeans, not too over the top but not sweatpants. You nodded in approval before quickly checking your clock.

5:42pm.

You went through a list in your head silently, checking to make sure you had the paper, your phone and earbuds, and money. You still weren’t exactly sure on what Chris’ plan was, but you wanted to be prepared for anything.

It was around 5:57pm when you decided to head out, knowing that the park was a little more than two minutes away. You popped one earbud in, and slipped out from your dorm. You thought about possibly knocking for Chris, being that you were neighbors and all, but decided against it. What if he wasn’t there? What if you looked like a creep? The more you thought over the situation, the more you cranked the volume up.

You eventually made it to the entrance to the park, giving a few sideways glances at the passing students before returning to your gaze to your phone.

6:02pm.

If he made you come out here for nothing to stand around and look like an idiot you were going to take his eyes and hang them around his dorm—

“I’m really sorry about being late—!” He hurried beside you, two steaming beverages in hand. “Don’t worry about it, it was only a few minutes,” you threw your phone back into your pocket along side with your earbuds. “So, what’s up?” Your eyes traveled down to the drinks, but then rose back up toward his gaze.

“Well, I— Jisung, just happened to notice that your one notebook was labeled for Music Studies, and I just so happen to be taking that class too!” He looked from his left to right before spotting a nearby bench. “Let’s sit?” He motioned outward.

You nodded, and walked with him.

“How did the exam go?” He set down both the drinks on the bench between the two of you.

“Music studies isn’t really that hard, so I guess it was good?” You laced your fingers together.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then froze. “Before I forget, I got us drinks—!” He hurriedly handed you a small sized cup. You gave him a curt smile, before opening up the beverage. It smelled sweet, and held hints of chocolate mixed with caramel. White cream was swirled on top of the delicate brown mixture with chocolate syrup delicately drizzled on top of it.

Holy crap this was your favorite drink,, and all the little things you liked to add.

“How did you know I liked all this...?” You took a hesitant sip, the warmth met your lips and the sugary drink washed over your tastebuds.

“Well,” Chris turned his eyes away, a rosy pink dusting his cheeks, and it wasn’t from the cold. “I didn’t think you’d remember, but we were actually partners for our music class junior year in highschool.”

“No way,” you breathed. “You’re that Christopher?”

“Yeah...” He scratched at the back of his neck. “Surprise?” He grinned, drumming his fingers against the wooden bench.

“And you remembered all of this? Dude I think I mentioned this drink like, once.”

“I guess I remember things that are important to me,” He bashfully smiled.

“Oh my gosh,, what have you been up to? I really missed making music with you— Do you still make music?” The words spilled out of your mouth, running like water. Though, he didn’t seem to mind. “Yeah! I actually started a group with my roommates, we write raps. If you couldn’t already tell,” he teased.

“That’s really cool, honestly. I wish I had time to produce in my freetime instead of studying.” You sighed. “So, do you post your music anywhere? Could I hear some of it?” You scooted yourself closer toward him, your knee bumping into his.

“Yeah sure!” He drew his phone out and plugged in his earbuds. “Here,” he handed you the corresponding earbud. He tapped onto a song, and a more than familiar tune rushed into your ear.

This was a song by 3racha.

[junn-ahn]

Bang Chan x College student! Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): Swearing, My first fic?

Genre: Enemies to Lovers! College AU!

CHAPTER 1 of 3

↳ Go read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Masterlist!

Summary: You just started your first year in college and now realize the struggle of dealing with dormitories. Your neighbor, Chris, was never a bother to you. Neither of you ever spoke to eachother, or interacted in any way.

That was, before his two friends moved in.

———————————————————————

You were about to explode.

Being in college was not the easiest feat, obviously. But if you pair the responsibilty of school with three loud neighbors, that was crossing the line.

You heaved your exam study guide off of your desk, slammed a nearby pillow into your face, and screamed. “Please, please, p l e a s e,” you begged, shoulders hunching over. You couldn’t hold any train of thought for more than a few seconds without being interrupted by rap beats blasting through the walls.

You, as much as you didn’t want to admit now, had actually liked your neighbor, Chris. You and him had some sort of unspoken agreement of not bothering the other, which worked out up until his friends had moved in. Almost every night they’d blare rap songs and scream to them all. You, being the polite human being you are, hadn’t spoken up about the issue. You figured they’d eventually stop or maybe find their last braincell and realize they were being loud.

But boys can sometimes be dumb, and of course continued on with their fits of mayhem in the late hours. After two weeks of dealing with their antics, you snapped.

Whatever speakers they had were exceedingly thundering, and managed to shake your glass of water off of your desk and onto the floor. You groaned to yourself and yanked out a discarded hoodie from beneath your bed. You pulled it over yourself, and barged out of your dorm and into the hallway. With eyes burning, you knocked on their door, standing a mere foot away as it slowly cracked open.

“Can I— Oh shit its them,” the blonde boy who opened the door squeals, reeling back inside the dorm. “Is Chris here?” You snapped in the most unceremonious voice you could muster, pushing your arm through the door. “Uh, I think this is an invasion of property—” he stood in your path, arms extending out from his sides to block your view. “Just turn the damn music off!” You threw your hands up and pivoted on your heel. Without turning back, you raced out from their room and back into the safety of your own dorm. You shut the door with a little too much force than required. Not even seconds later, the music calmed. The volume was much lower, and to your content, they seemed to have cut their screaming.

You sunk back into your chair, letting your head fall back onto the backrest in pure relief. You were finally able to study for your exam tomorrow, and for the first time in two weeks, you caught a break.

You forgot though, that boys can sometimes be dumb.

Deep bass blasts into your room, rattling your bookshelf and vibrating your whole being. You shot out of bed, hand slamming down onto your clock. It’s blue light sears through the darkness, and meets your unwilling eyes reading a shocking 3:48am.

“For christ’s sake—” You flop back down onto your bed, grasping your pillow tightly over your head as the muffled music continued. You barely had gotten any sleep that night. They must’ve been up until 5am before stopping the nonsense. You’re surprised that no other neighbor of yours has reported them yet. And while it wasn’t the most mellow night, you found yourself enjoying the music that seeped through the thin wall. You were uncoincidentally a fan of rap, and while they did just rob you of your precious sleep, you hated to admit they had good taste for once. The songs reminded you of a group of rappers you had recently discovered under the name of 3racha. Needless to say, you were now hooked on their music.

It was finally time to wake up like a normal human being, you were waiting at Chris’ door. He, like any other student, had to leave for class soon and you weren’t going to let him get away that easy.

The door’s lock was undone, and out stepped a pristine looking Christopher Bang, to your dismay.

“Chris,” he jumped at the sound of your voice. “Oh! Hello...?” He kept his grasp on the handle of the door. “Did you need something?” His eyes shined nothing but innocence and suprisingly alertness, having been up at 3 am. “Ok cut the crap I know you were the one blasting that music last night— this morning.” You quickly corrected yourself.

His face contorted, guilt coarsing through his veins as a coy smile tugged at the corner of his lip. “Ah, yeah. I’m really really sorry about that,” he fiddled with his school bag sheepishly. “You probably don’t care, but I produce music with my roommates.” A bashful gleam entered his eyes, like all the stars had been swept up then and in his pupils. “Yes but why do have to produce music at fucking 3am, some college students are trying to get sleep and we can’t if someone is blasting music through the paper thin walls,” you groaned in your hands, rubbing your eyes.

“I’ll make it up to you,” the words spilled out of his mouth before he could even process what he was saying. “That’s not necessary Chris, really—”

“You remember me?” His tone was awestruck, as if he’d just witnessed the moon explode. “Chris, of course I remember you we went to the same highschool not too long ago. But this is getting off topic—”

“Do you wanna catch up with eachother?” He stepped out from his dorm, and for the first time you noticed how tall he’s gotten since senior year. His face has matured, but not too much. He has a chiseled jawline, and his dimples are still ever present. He has a soft glow to him, and the way his eyes smother themselves into crescents when he smiles is charming.

You violently push these thoughts out of your head. “I,” you pause. “As much as I would like to I— shIT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING AN EXAM.” You scramble away from his door, booking it down the hallway, clinging to your messanger bag.

In your hasty escape, you failed to see the sympathetic glint in Chris’ eyes as a lighthearted grin spread across his lips.

Maybe, he hoped, you’d give him a chance.