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skyechild · 1 year ago

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Swear to it

𖤐 pairing: Vampire!Minghao x reader (M/F) 𖤐 genre: smut, some fluff, angst 𖤐 kinks: Blood and cum play 𖤐 warnings: blood, hao is very vocal through it. 𖤐wc: ??? 𖤐trope/au: est. r/s, vampire au, forbidden love 𖤐 summary: He was your one true love, and youll be DAMNED if he wouldnt change you... Maybe you could convince him somehow?. 𖤐A/N: JUST THE IDEA AND THOUGHT OF MINGHAO AS A VAMPIRE SENDS SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE AND HAS MY KNEES SHAKING 𖤐 tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @stravvberrymilksan / @kwanisms

Your frown, eyes watching your lover pace at the edge of your bed. "Hao please?" You huff, watching him carefully as he stops to stare at you, eyes narrowing. "It will hurt me more then you think." He walks closer before his eyes soften. "My love...people already dont like me, why must i take one of the things they love and take it as my own?" He whispers, sitting on the bed beside you, free had resting over you and on the bed by your hip, leaning over you.

"But you've been alone, and i love you so much. Why should i care what they think? What my parents think?" You protest, hand coming up to rest against his cheek, heart squeezing in your chest when he leans into it. Being a born vampire his skin is warm but he has no heartbeat. Your fingers stroke his skin, almost jealous of the perfect skin.

You pulled him down to you, making him rest his head on your chest, one hand resting on his upper back, the other sliding through his hair. You could feel him relax and you smile faintly, kissing the top of his head and closing your eyes. "I love you Hao." You whisper to him in his mother tongue, holding him back to your chest when he moves to sit up. "How did you-?" You slid your hand through his hair, smiling.

"Jun taught me." You soothe, chuckling at the way he almost leans into the feeling of your nails against his scalp. He sighs at the mention of his oldest friend. "Of course he did." Its muffled as he turns his head, nuzzling deep into the valley of your chest, sighing against your sternum. "Dont stop." You can barely hear it but you giggle before continuing to stroke his hair, making sure your nails scratch his scalp every so often.

"Think about it though?" He sighs reluctantly before he nods. He could lay like this for eternity. pressed against your warm body with your nails brushing against his scalp as he rests. He will have to talk to Seungcheol, the oldest vampire he knows to see if its possible for your body heat to stay if a born pureblood changes you. He knows its a bit selfish, he thinks he deserves it after all this years. He thinks your his soulmate. Minghao never really believed in that human myth until he met you.

You didnt run, didnt freeze in fear or freak out and try and stab him. No, you just smiled at him, like you hadnt ran almost face first into his chest. "You must be the scary vampire mentioned." He remembers you saying before his attention is pulled back by the feeling of your hands stopping their motion. Hr grunts as he leans into the hand, wanting you to continue. You giggle, pulling him closer and up more on the bed the best you could.

"Drink." You whisper, feeling the red head tense before he relaxed. "I wish to try somewhere else this time." He starts and he almost mourns the feeling of your hands leaving his hair so you could let him move. Your cheeks flush as soon as his hands touch your thighs, nudging them apart so he could sit between them. "Good?" You nod, a jerk of your head.

You quietly thanked yourself that you didnt put back on pants or underwear after last night, choosing to wear only Minghao's button up.

"Ive heard its sweeter the closer to the sweetest thing ive ever had." He mutters, almost vaguely as he leans down to kiss your inner thigh. "Should be even better if i drink when you cum. But what do i want more. The taste of you coming on my tongue or the taste of your blood." You almost want to close your eyes, your eyes must say it before his narrow, grip tightening on your thigh. "Dont close your legs."

You huff quietly, eyes focused on his mouth was he licked along the skin. When they tug up into a smirk your gaze returns to his, a pout on your lips. "Your lips feel so good on my Hao, please? Keep going." For being alive for so long and living through multiple eras, his type of speaking was always unbelievably dirty, very different from the usual, almost noble way of speaking. You squirm, watching him lay on his stomach, nipping at the skin of your thigh teasingly, earning a small gasp. He chuckles, breath fanning across your thigh.

"Always so sensitive for me, my love. Its like you want wait for my fangs to pierce your pretty skin. Leave you marked up in places no one but we can see." He smirks softly as your hips jerk away. "Oh no no, my angel. Dont move. You always love it when i get you unraveled on my tongue." He purrs quietly, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep them spread as he licks the skin of your thigh, letting the faint venom on his tongue to activate, numbing it a bit. He knew you liked a bit of pain.

He kisses the skin before his teeth dig in, a hum leaving his throat. You always tasted sweet. But this was unreal, it was the closest he could be to your pussy without biting that skin. He pulled back, groaning at the sight of your blood slowly dripping onto his sheets. "I want to see you covered in blood. Paint you in it." He murmurs softly. "Turn over onto your stomach, remove the shirt." He sits back enough to let you move, a low growl in his throat as his eyes land on your ass.

Its still a soft pink from last night when he had rewarded you, giving you what you want. His hand slides over the skin of your ass as you remove the shirt, a sigh leaving you at the feeling of his hands. "Hao." His nickname is a breathless whisper. "I love your hands..." He isnt sure if you meant to say it out loud but he grins, trapping your legs between his after he kicks off his sweats. "Im going to paint you ok?" You nod, humming as your eyes closed, his hand moving your hair to the side and dropping a kiss on the back of your neck.

"Words, my love." He spoke, smiling as you replied back. "Im going to use both our blood." You didnt know how he was going to do that, but it was answered quickly as you felt sharp nails against the skin of your back. "Youre gorgeous, my love." He praises, digging a nail into the skin on your back and sliding it. You almost cringe into yourself before it morphs into pleasure. "Fuck Hao." Your voice pitches as you feel droplets from above and you just know its his own blood, dripping onto your back. He makes a few more scratches on your back before he paints.

You can feel him getting hard were his cock lays on your ass. "Put it in. Please." You barely remember to put in the please. "Good girl, using your manners. Are you still stretched?" He pulls his hands back, blood following the trail as he slides his hands down your back to your ass, leaving light trails in their wake. He lifts your hips up a bit, rubbing the blood against your pussy as he checks.

"Always so good." He murmurs before he licks his lips. "I could just slip right in." He murmurs and you sway your hips, hoping to entice him more. He chuckles, hand coming down against your ass again gently, watching the skin jiggle. "Im gong to try something different." He murmurs, stroking his cock a few times with the wetness your already had. "You're so easy to rile up." He coos as he presses his cock into your hole, groaning at the tighter then usual fit. He wont last long enough for him to continue paining.

He wants to paint you in white. See you coverent in his blood with his cum mixed in?

He groans at the thought, snapping his hips forward, hissing at your high pitched whine. "Why are you still so fucking tight." He snaps and you can only answer in a moan. "Fuck, please Hao, you feel so good, im so full." He hisses at the words. Its almost animalistic, the hiss that is. But so is the way his hips are now snapping against yours, one of his arms keeping your hips up just enough for him to not slip out.

He licks his lip, thumb pressing against your asshole a bit, stroking the puckered skin. "Oh god." He murmurs as he gives a harsh thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside you as you clench around him. Your moans and whimpers, the quiet gasps and keens. Are like music in his ears. "Imagine once i fuck you here." When you clench he smirks. "Oh? Would you like that?" He hums in amusement as your moan pitches higher at the question and once he pushes one of your knees up near your side. "Look at you." He whispers. "I wish i could take a picture."

You groan at the words, tightening around his cock. "Ill fuck you here at some point." He states, fingers dipping into your ass slightly. "Youd be so tight right here. I dont know if i would fit." He leans down, shifting his hips as he presses himself against your back. "Should i paint you with my cum too? LEave some inside your hungry pussy and finish the rest on your back with our mixed blood?" You whine, hips trying to jerk, but with his weight against your back you cant move. You whimper, hips trying to move.

"Cum in me please. Please..." You beg and he groans lightly, a harsh thrust leaving you breathless and jolting up as he cums inside you, the first few ropes covering your walls before he pulling out and finish the rest in your back. "Fuck...you look so good like this." He frowns as he notices some of his cum leaking out of you. "No no, my love. Keep that inside you. Its precious."

He snickers quietly as he scoops come up and shoves it back inside you, grinning at the tired whine of overstimulation. He watched you cum, body still trembling under him. "Making my sheets all wet..."

He really wanted to ask Seungcheol but the temptation is so hard to resist this time. His hand rakes through the mix, cum and both of your blood, the scratches already having healed as he brushed his hands over them. "If only you could see yourself." He hums wistfully. He swipes some up on his finger before he holds them to your mouth. "Open my love. Tell me how we taste together." Once your mouth closest around his fingers you whimpered, pussy clenching again. "That good?" At your nod he hums.

Youre still coming down from your high, sucking on Minghaos fingers as you feel his fangs dip into your neck, drinking from you and your hips twitch. Its almost painful coming again so soon. He pulls back in shock, then amusement. "Did you just cum untouched? By just me biting you and with my fingers keeping you quiet?" You nod and he groans, pulling his fingers out and grabbing the napkins beside the bed, cleaning you up.

"Ill do it."

Its all he says and it takes your foggy brain a moment to register his words then understand them. Your gasp as he picks you up and walks towards the bathroom. "It wont be as painful if i get it while you're still on cloud nine." He teases, getting a blissful sigh from you. He starts the bath quickly, watching it fill up before he sets you inside, climbing in and sitting behind you. "Usually i would...have to drain you....kill you then feed you my blood. But i like a better way." He bites his wrists, sighing at the feeling before he presses his wrist against your mouth, tilting your head back so the blood slides down your throat.

Your eyebrows furrow in almost confusion before your holding his arm firmly against your mouth. Once he pulls his wrist away is when you feel the pain. Its shooting down your spine and making you seize up. Its like your paralyzed but you can feel everything. You cant move but you can hear Minghao humming quietly against you. Your coming down from the pleasure cloud quickly. It feels weird, hearing your heart slow down significantly. Its only a slow beat but you can barely feel it. Minghao figures out this is probably how born purebloods change their lovers.

He feels your body relax against his smoothly. He will still have to contact Seungcheol, maybe once he gets you dressed he will call for him. Your body is still warm and he can barely feel your heart beat. Maybe he didnt do it right? Yeah he would need to contact Seungcheol. He sees the mirror in front of the tub, watching as your eyes flicker from red, gold then back to your original colour before settling on gold. "Hello my love." He whispers against your neck. "Are you hungry?" You have finally fully relaxed against him and he holds you tighter. "Im sorry its so painful my love." He whispers, nuzzling your neck.

"But now, we have eternity with each other."

#cultofdionysusnet #skyechilds work #seventeen imagine #xu minghao imagine

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lovelyhan · 2 years ago

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asking this purely for research purposes, would u mind sharing the johnny content in ur bookmarks please? thank you 🥴

OF COURSE! everything's under the cut <3

P.S. i'm sorry i just got to this now TT i wanted to sit down and take the time to curate the stuff i've read so far + write down my useless opinions abt my favorites HEEHEHE

𖤐 Strange Love by missnoona

I will start this list with the Johnny fic that I have NOT STOPPED TJINKING ABOUT since I read it, but it's on ao3 ueueue TT reader is curious about bdsm play and Johnny is more than willing to healthily guide her through the process. It's such an amazing fic, and I usually steer clear of bdsm fics bcs the pain aspect wasn't for me, but THIS!!! it was honestly so informative n I got to see the trope in a different light :^)

𖤐 Set-Up and Marks by @smileysuh

I will never stop singing praises about Nova's fics, EVER! Every single one of their Johnny fics is a banger, but if I had to choose favorites, it would be these two!

Set-Up is a frat au where you're besties with a bunch of guys from NCT, but for some reason you could just never see eye-to-eye with Johnny, aka the friendliest guy in the world, apparently. Lots of fun bickering and banter, I laughed way too much while I was reading this.

Marks is a pretty interesting spin on the soulmate AU bc your soulmate, Haechan sells your soul to two devils Johnny and Jae in exchange for fame. It isn't as daunting as it sounds bc ur two new devil soulmates actually let you adjust to the drastic change in your life until you come to them on your own volition <3

𖤐 I Hit It Like It's All Mine by @neopuppy

Besties Johnny and Jae go to [somewhere in America] to catch some waves, and Jaehyun warns Johnny about his hot stepmom and basically tells him to keep his distance. Ofc Johnny does not do that at all <3

That's it for now! I'll make sure to update this every now and again if I ever find more Johnny fics that'll ruin my life <3

OR: you could just make a better, more comprehensive recs list, kai you silly goose

#🍵 tea time #💌 anon #📁 kai's fic recs #recs: nct 127 💚#recs: johnny 🐱

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mimisterie · 2 years ago

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❄️ ։ㅤ baby let’s get lost · ᘞ ˚ ㅤmasterlist

completed works 𖤐

ghost of the eight star — hongjoong x gn!reader — “horror/thriller “. angst.

❝ hongjoong wants to move into a larger apartment to accommodate for his art studio but almost every place he comes across is way out of his budget. then he finds the perfect place at the perfect price. he will soon find out why the place was so cheap ❞

reflection — seonghwa x afab!reader — smut.

❝ you always left seonghwa little notes to brighten his day but one day you wanted to see what would happen if you left an explicit note for him before an important meeting ❞

3:07am — wooyoung x gn!reader — fluff.

❝ nothing was out of the ordinary between you two. until he decided to ask an odd question ❞

step by step — yunho x gn!reader — yandere.

❝ yunho never wanted to hurt you. he just wanted to have you ❞

4:37am — hongjoong x gn!reader — fluff.

❝ you just loved your boyfriends new hair so much. ❞

roller coaster — seonghwa x gn!reader — fluff. slice of life. crack. soulmate au.

❝ in a universe where you feel everything your soulmate feels and you just can’t. stop. itching. ❞

soulmates amongst friends — hongjoong x gn!reader — angst. soulmate au.

❝ in a universe where you feel everything your soulmate feels and he finds out his soulmate just so happens to be you ❞

the backrooms masterlist — ateez crack/thriller series

the project is discontinued.

a few things to know

(1) i am not a dedicated fanfic writer. i write for shits and giggles.

(2) i don’t take requests

✰ mimisterie, 2023 likes and reblogs appreciated! do not repost

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wickedloving · 3 years ago

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127

D34R D14RY... I DR34MT OF S0M3TH1NG N30

[ LEGEND ] 𖤐 – personal favorites

𐂴 – female reader ∣ ຊ – afab ∣ ୫ – gender neutral ∣ ২ – not specified ∣ &: mxm ∣ - : mxr

૪ – slow burn ∣ જ – slice of life ∣ Ծ – hurt and comfort

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eternallyhyucks · 3 years ago

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wonderwall | park sunghoon

-this is part 3! part 1 ! , part 2 !

pairing: ice skater! soulmate! sunghoon x fem! soulmate! reader + mentions of a bsf! heeseung :)

word count: 593

genre/warnings: soulmate au/strangers to lovers, swearing, mentions of cuts & bruises

summary: in which you keep finding random cuts on your skin

𖤐 ྀ

recap from the end of pt 2 ↓

[once you & heeseung sat down, waiting for sunghoon to walk in, you couldnt help but feel anxious. you didnt know if you wanted to meet him anymore, but as soon as you were about to turn and tell heeseung, the café door opened]

you tugged at heeseung’s sleeve “i really dont wanna do this anymore”

“y/n he just walked in, i dont think you can back out now” he says calmly. “and besides, i promise you he’s a nice person... to strangers at least”

you sigh as you see sunghoon make eye contact with heeseung and begin to walk towards the two of you.

“hi im sunghoon” he says

“hi im y/n” you say back

after a long and awkward pause, heeseung cleared his throat. “okay you know what, i really dont have time for you two to be awkwardly staring at each other like this, so im gonna make this a lot easier on the two of you.”

he paused and looked at sunghoon, “are you gonna sit down or what”

“oh uh yeah i will” sunghoon said sitting down

“okay anyways, sunghoon. do you remember yesterday afternoon when you got that huge random mark on your arm?”

“yeah it was enormous and still hasnt gone away how could i forget?” he said sounding irritated

irked by hearing the irritation in his voice you look at him and say “you have no right to be irritated at me for giving you one mark on your arm when you have given ME a countless number of them. literally what the fuck do you do?? slap yourself for fun ?”

“i ice skate. im an ice skater. thats what i do. and whats your excuse for leaving this huge ass mark on me huh ?” he said trying to sound smart

“my friend hit me so we could see if anyone else had the same mark” you say showing him your arm

“what”

“do you want me to call her up or”

heeseung, now stifling back laughter because the soulmates’ banter, spoke up once again and said “so what now ? you know that you guys are each others soulmates, what are you gonna do now?”

“what are we supposed to do” sunghoon says

“i dont know, maybe date ??” heeseung says as if it was the obvious answer

“im not gonna date someone i dont have feelings for. im down to get to know him, but im not dating this bitch until i actually like him” you say

“i am not a bitch wtf”

“yes you are..... bitch”

“i feel like this is gonna be the start of an amazing relationship” heeseung says smiling

6 months later

“sunghoon what the fuck is this” you say pointing to your arm

“you ate my cookie yesterday so i decided to slap my arm so you would have a huge ass mark on yours” he said not looking up from his phone

“you do know i could do the same to you”

“yeah but you love me too much”

“it’s a sin to lie, sunghoon” you say putting your shoes on

changing the topic, he says “are you hanging out with heeseung again?”

“yup, do you want anything from the grocery store?”

“smh it seems like you like him more than you like me, but yes bring back some ramen!!”

laughing you say, “ill always bring back ramen and you’re right, its because i do like him better than you !!”

“then why dont you date him🙄🙄”

“who said i wasnt🤔🤔”

“Y/N”

“I WAS JOKING”

©eternallyhyucks

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#last part heheh #i hope i ended it well #enhypen #park sunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #soulmate au #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #eternallyhyucks

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herstarburststories · 5 years ago

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SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST

Dean Winchester;

𖤐 Brutal

𖤐 Old Belongings

𖤐 Dean's Big Prize (demon!dean/smut)

𖤐 Maybe You Are Happy, Dean

𖤐 Heavenly (alpha!Michael!Dean)

𖤐 P and C

𖤐 Treacherous (smut/demon!dean)

𖤐 Freckles Like Stars (au!dean)

𖤐 Knives & Calls

𖤐 Pure Witch (smut)

𖤐 Something About Pride

𖤐 Sensitive There (smut)

𖤐 illicit love

𖤐 Merry... Birthday?

𖤐 It's Time To Go (smut)

𖤐 tolerate it (smut)

𖤐 Home in a Motel Pool (smut)

𖤐 Calamitous Love

𖤐 you and me and the devil makes three.

𖤐 He didn’t make it to 42

𖤐 Marry Me In The Battlefield

Kinktober masterlist (all smut)

Series;

✾ Beautiful Ghosts

Headcanons;

⁂ Sexual Preferences (smut)

⁂ Being Dean’s soulmate

⁂ Dean Winchester with Size Kink (smut)

⁂ Being Dean's Best Friend

⁂ Being Dean’s twin sister (Winchester!Reader)

⁂ Dating Dean

Drabbles;

▣ Looking for Them

▣ Threesome

▣ Blind Faith (michael!dean)

▣ Between angels and demons (demon!dean x reader x michael!dean)

▣ It was a good home... For years

Sam Winchester;

𖤐 You Have A Home

Headcanons;

⁂ Being Sam’s twin sister (Winchester!Reader)

⁂ Sexual Preferences (smut)

Drabble;

▣ Looking for Them

Incorrect Supernatural Quotes:

#001 (demon!dean)

#002

#003 (demon!dean)

#004

#005

#006

#007

#008

#009

#010

#011

#012

1541 Celebration Masterlist!

Kinktober Masterlist

*marvelous banners by @talesmaniac89! thank you. Check their blog, they have more beautiful edits and great fics as well. ♡

updated: 08/01

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cvpitvno · 2 years ago

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PRINCE CHARMING (part one)

𖤐 — 1.7k

𖤐 — fem!pronouns, soulmate au, angst no comfort (in this part at least), popular!ateez, nerd!reader, one line mentioning suicide, yeosang is horrible in this

soulmates were a well-known yet foreign concept to many people.

it was plastered all over the news, magazines, or websites; finding your soulmate 101, how to tell if someone is your soulmate, what happens when you find the one? countless (read : pointless) half-assed written columns that misguided the gullible into believing everyone had a happy ending waiting for them down the road.

one of those gullible fools happened to be her.

growing up in a household full of love, kindness, and happiness, she was no stranger to the concept of soulmates. with her parents being high school sweethearts who had the ultimate soulmate meeting, and her brother finding his true love in college, soulmates had been a big part of her life from a young age.

she remembers sleepovers with friends dreaming about the day all of them would find prince charming, and get their own sparkly carriage and pair of glass slippers to which they’d wear to their perfect wedding. it was a fairytale in her eyes at that time, but the dreams and hopefulness lived with her into high school.

every day she woke up and got ready with the mindset that ‘today could be the day that i meet him’, as she looked at the words written delicately on her wrist.

the font was pretty, cursive and fine, as it looped and swirled to make a beautiful sight to anyone that saw it. however, she knew the minute they would read the actual words inked on her wrist, they would pout in pity at her destiny.

for how were they supposed to be happy for someone whose soulmate would ridicule and put them down with the first words they speak to them.

it was disappointing looking back on the hopeful day of her sixteenth birthday – her family and she were all waiting and watching the clock tick down to midnight on the eve of her sixteenth birthday; eyes darting between the ticking hands of the clock and the blank space on her wrist. at that point in time, untainted with her future sorrows.

her mother and father held each other close, ready to get a minute look into who their baby girl would be destined to be with in life, just as her brother and his then-fiancee sat with baited breaths to see the ink fade onto her skin.

they, like her, were left in shock at the harsh words that painted themselves on her skin at the stroke of midnight.

the girl who grew up wishing, hoping, praying, and waiting for her happily ever after and prince charming, had been let down before she had even met the man; but the child, the small and hopeful girl, was still alive deep down no matter how hard she tried to pretend she didn’t know her fate.

perhaps the words were just an ugly start to a beautiful thing.

or perhaps the man of her dreams has problems in his life that she was dying to help him through, hoping that the venom-laced words would fade into soft kisses and whispers of love.

so while she expected disappointment, she still awaited her happy ending with a slowly breaking heart, and a newfound impatience yet dread for the day she would finally meet the man she grew up calling her ‘prince charming’.

high school was hell on earth.

especially considering the kids she went to school with.

self-obsessed, headstrong, over-the-top, and just downright rude kids – kids that made her life a living hell the moment her teacher announced that she had the highest grade in a class all those years ago.

rich, popular, and pretty people didn’t take kindly to those who were smart – it didn’t matter their looks, social status, or situation; if you presented yourself as an academic threat, they sought out to make coming to school dreadful.

she did better than some other so-called nerds at her school – while they dealt with spilled milk, scrapes and bruises, or the confined spaces of lockers, she had been able to escape without much harm.

keeping her head down and blending in with the crowd was the ultimate way to remain unscathed, unbothered, and undetected.

what also made going unnoticed easier, was the extensive focus on the it boys of the school; upper classman park seonghwa and kim hongjoong, boys in her grade jeong yunho, kang yeosang, and choi san, and the lower classman song mingi, jung wooyoung, and choi jongho.

while her peers fawned, entertained, and followed the boys around, she had been able to keep on top of her studies, slip by the popular girls without being touched, and shimmied her way through the crowds of boys so she could start her trek home.

that at least would have been the case had she not been body checked by a certain black-haired beauty with the mark of an angle beside his eye.

be it the shock of hitting the ground harshly or the disturbance in her bubble of ease and quietness, she had realized that her time of peace was likely to end after this run-in with the one and only kang yeosang.

a beautifully handsome boy who held the hearts of many had a knack for music and spoke words laced so richly with ice and blades, that even a compliment coming from his mouth felt like it cut deep.

“jesus, why do you snobby little nobodies not pay attention to where you walk?” yeosang looked down his nose at the girl who looked up at him with wide eyes. “you made me spill my drink,” yeosang growled, turning on his heel and kicking dust towards the girl who’s jaw had long since dropped after her mind processed his words.

she knew eyes were on her, both from the growing crowd who gossiped at the sight of the ice prince, kang yeosang, snap on the clumsy girl, and the group of boys who sneered at her from their position near the picnic table in the school courtyard.

with bambi like legs, a skirt full of dust from the pavement, and red palms and knees, she had stood up and looked at the back of yeosang,

“it’s you! you’re my soulmate!” her words made her cringe as she let it sink in who exactly she was yelling out for. the same man that acted as if him stepping back into her path and knocking her to the ground was her doing.

silence washed over the courtyard as the crowd watched yeosang's back grow taught, steps faltering as he let your words ring in his head a few times.

god, she wished she could have just run away, but she was sure the people who gathered around would laugh and push her back towards the boy, desperate to see a showing of yet another embarrassed girl facing the harsh words of yeosang.

yeosang turned on his heel slowly, a half-assed smirk lining his lips, and while she might have imagined it, she could have sworn she’d seen something else in his eyes; something she couldn’t put her finger on.

“soulmate?” yeosang laughed at the word. “god, for a nerd like you, i’m surprised you're that dumb,” yeosang sneered at the look of gloss growing in her eyes. he stepped closer, keeping his voice loud so everyone could hear. “sorry to tell you, but someone else is gonna say the exact same thing i said to you one day – someone else in life is gonna see you for the nobody that you are and tell it like it is,” he huffed, looking at her shaking frame with disgust. “if i was your soulmate, i’d kill myself before i lowered my standards for someone like you.”

‘oh’s’ and ‘ah’s’ echoed through the courtyard; that paired with the whoops and hollers from the boys behind yeosang taunted her even more.

kang yeosang was a cruel boy, but never had he been as cruel as he’d been at that moment.

everything after that had been a blur; fleeting footsteps, the wind blowing harshly on her wet cheeks, and the blurriness of the sidewalk she fled on were all she remembered of her journey home. now, the darkness of her room, soaked pillowcase, and shaking hands were all she knew.

she hadn’t known how long she had laid in bed and cried, but she knew a considerable amount of time had passed since she had collapsed on her bed when she heard the voice of her mother echo from downstairs.

“y/n, darling, do you wanna run to the grocery store with me?” her voice grew louder and the sound of footsteps and the creaking of the staircase faded into the scene. “i need to grab some things for dinner-” her mother's voice halted as she opened her daughter's door and found the girl with bloodshot eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and lips bitten raw.

it was a far cry from the happy, composed, and sweet girl she had come to know.

“oh baby, what’s going on?” her mom hurried into the dark room, sitting on the edge of her bed as she laid a hand on what she presumed to be her daughter's thigh.

it was hard to speak; after all, she had sobbed and borderline screamed at the pain and sadness she had felt. voice raw from exertion. it took her several minutes to even compose herself enough to tell her mother what had conspired mere hours prior.

the boy she had hoped to be different, the words she had hoped were a misunderstanding, and the happily ever after the girl had dreamed about since a young age, had slipped through her fingertips and shattered in front of the entire school.

everything was torture – her chest hurt, her head pounded ferociously, and she felt as if she had no control over the shaking in her body. rejection was always a scary thing, but this was nightmare fuel. something she was sure would play on repeat in her mind every night and keep her up for hours. something she was sure could never be topped.

she wanted everything to disappear.

including that damned tattoo that burned her skin.

her mother held her as she choked on her sobs, fingers gripping the arms of her mother as she pulled her daughter in close and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

in that moment, the burning fondness she had for soulmates had been put out.

her hope, belief, and love for the idea of the universe putting two people together who would love, cherish, and care for each other had finally dimmed and turned to smoke.

all because of a boy named kang yeosang.

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PRINCE CHARMING (part two)

𖤐 — 6k

𖤐 — fem!pronouns, soulmate au, angst, fluff, open ending (but happy), mean!mingi, mentions of a troubled home life for yeosang, unhealthy relationship examples, yeosang is pushy but he means well

they were far from friends and could hardly be considered acquaintances either. blame it on her avoiding all things fun or cool in the eyes of the crowd, or be it his insatiable need for popularity, their paths were just never meant to cross.

to him, saving a little face, remaining untouchable, and being someone other boys looked up to and who girls drooled over, meant much more than any of that soulmate bullshit the world shoved down the youth’s throats the minute they turned sixteen.

you see, yeosang never understood the want or desire for an eternal pairing against his will. to wake up one day, freshly sixteen and still sporting a baby face, and have words written delicately on his wrist determine the rest of his life.

the sight was beautiful he could admit, but for a boy whose own parents were a walking disastrous pair of soulmates who fought and who raised their son to believe that romance, feelings, and all things that followed, were signs of weakness – the disgraceful femininity that some men embrace.

they taught him in their own twisted way without meaning to, that soulmates were a load of shit. people didn’t just magically fall into place with their counterparts because of some writing on their wrists. no, people were cruel, sick and twisted individuals who only used love as a way of personal gain and pleasure.

it was all phony.

and while yeosang didn’t listen to many of the things his parents told him due to the lack of care for their words, he always remembered one thing his father had told him when he was just a boy.

to be in love is to be weak.

she hadn't attended school for the rest of the week.

her parents had been beyond understanding of her feelings and had brought up the idea of spending some time by herself to promote healing. it was difficult the first two days – yeosang’s words playing on a loop like a broken record in her head, the phantom feeling of her classmate's eyes burning into her from all directions, and the stinging feeling in her palms from the pavement only worsened when she thought about showing her face at school again.

while the days still hurt, she, with time, had improved.

however, moving forward, she had changed her wishful and loving feelings towards soulmates.

some people in the world were lucky enough to be soulfully destined to be with someone kind, loving, and selfless. they were paired with someone who would give to them without expecting an ounce of anything back.

she acknowledged that love wasn’t dead for most people and that there were examples of soulmates all around the world who had found or were set to find someone who could love them with their entire being and be able to return that love ten-fold.

but her thoughts about her own pre-written love life had turned sour.

she didn’t go to bed and dream about her future wedding, those dates that everyone envied, dinners on the town or in the comfort of her shared bedroom with her soulmate, or those blurry, never fully pieced-together dreams of a family. it was tragic, really. to lose the one thing she dreamed of since her youth in such an embarrassing, heartwrenching, and unforgettable way is something she had feared since the ink had appeared one day.

school was inevitable, this she knew, but it still shook her to the core to think about the sneering faces or the laughs that would echo as she walked by. all that paired with the chance of seeing yeosang made everything resurface.

but while her parents were understanding for the first week, they too, had their own limits.

her brother had driven her to school that day, windows rolled down and aux handed over to her (read : against his will), he had gone above and beyond to make her no doubt stress-filled day to come at least a little more bearable.

“listen,” he spoke as he pulled to a stop in front of the gates of the school. “you call me or mom if anything happens and we’ll both come running in a heartbeat,” he held his pinky out for the girl to take. “while i can’t promise today is gonna be easy, i can promise that people who love you will be there for you when things get rough.”

she was glad to have someone like her brother in her life.

and hey, even though romantic soulmates didn’t work out for her, she knew she didn’t have to have a soul mark on her body to know her other half was sitting beside her.

“thank you, really,” she intertwined her pinky with his. “and i’ll probably end up texting you about every little thing that happens, so i hope you don’t have any important meetings today.”

he laughed at her words, shaking his head. “i don’t, but even if i did, i’d ditch them without a second thought if you needed to rant about all the bitches at school.”

before she could reply, the sound of a loud stereo playing interrupted her.

what shortly followed the sound is what truly made her quiet.

a car packed with a few of yeosang’s friends and the man himself pulled into the parking space beside her brother and her – the boys singing loudly to the music in the back of the car.

without so much as a goodbye to her brother, she grabbed her bag and almost sprinted away from the scene, legs trembling while carrying her toward the building she had fled a mere week prior.

perhaps it was the fact that the boy she wanted to avoid like the plague was meters behind her with the boys who had laughed and snickered at her distraught self a week before, or if she had realized the time it was, she had run with so much power behind each step that she thought she’d collapse when she stopped.

one thing was for sure though.

she was officially late to class.

first period was beyond brutal.

after being openly criticized for being late and being a disturbance to the already commenced class alongside the obvious stares and whispers that followed her as she walked to her seat, it had certainly set the pace for the day she was to face.

the second period wasn’t any better.

nor was lunch.

and neither was third.

but fourth was the one thing she dreaded the most out of her day since she knew the angle kissed boy sat a mere two seats from her in her last period.

she had arrived early, rushing from one class to another without heading to her locker as most students did. she didn’t want to have to drag herself into a classroom that he was already sitting in, and instead, she wanted to sit down and try and blend in before anyone could point and laugh in her direction – something she has had enough of already.

however, her plan would have been flawless if the boy she wished to avoid hadn’t beat her to the classroom first.

yeosang sat in his seat staring blankly at the chalkboard at the front of the classroom. he hadn’t noticed her arrival, or if he did, he didn’t show it, much to her appreciation.

while she was grateful for the boy making her life easier by pretending she didn’t exist, her heart twisted at the sight of him.

the thought of how ruthless he had been a week prior and how he had blatantly thrown her soulmate realization to the ground and stomped on it without care resurfaced. she had thought that the boy would taunt, tease, and make a show out of tearing her heart out again the minute he saw her face. but instead, he ignore her, and acted like she was just another face in the crowd- no, she seemed less than that to him. a gust of wind that he faced as he walked through the halls.

and the ignorance hurt more than she expected.

time rolled by quickly after that.

keeping her head down and focusing on her work had proven to be beneficial. getting lost in the notes she took and the planning she did for an upcoming project had kept her distracted throughout the whole period, and before she knew it, the dismissal of bells had interrupted her thoughts.

collecting her things quickly and fitting into the rush of students as they fled from their teachers yelling reminders at their backs, she thought everything would be smooth sailing from there. yeosang had surely shown his disinterest in her during class, so why would he bother her moving forward, it was one less person, the main person really, that she had to worry about.

the halls were a blur the minute the final bell rang. any quarrels that people had with one another were forgotten since everyone had one common goal : to get home quickly so they could relax.

she had avoided the cruel remarks, snickers, and staredowns in the hall, and for once in her life, she truly appreciated that everyone was so in line once school let out.

it was smooth sailing from there on out. she collected her things from her locker, packed her bag full of school work she had missed from last week and changed out of her school shoes, leaving the slightly heeled uniform shoes behind without a second thought.

she could blame it on the faux hope distilled in her from the ease she experienced during the last period of the day, but she had let her guard down as she walked through the front courtyard like she had done countless times before.

that was her first mistake of the day.

“oh my god, it’s my soulmate!” the shrill voice of song mingi rang out from the group's designated bench in the school courtyard. turning her head to see the boy with dyed hair grip his friend's uniform lapels and pull him close, shaking the boy slightly. “look yunho, it’s my soulmate!” his words trailed off into a laugh, yunho, joining him shortly after.

taking in the scene, she noticed the lack of boys on the bench.

song mingi, jeong yunho, kim hongjoong, and choi san sat on the bench, but the other four were missing.

she lowered her head again, and continued on her walk, ignoring the shouts and footsteps that followed her until she no longer could.

mingi had caught up to her quickly thanks to his long legs, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he steered them back towards the bench. “c’mon now, you shouldn’t ignore people like that,” mingi pouted, bringing the girl down to sit between yunho and him once they reached the bench. “i was just joking, you don’t have to get so riled up over something so small.”

the boys drowned on, taunting the girl to speak, but she kept her mouth sealed, hoping that her lack of response would cause him to grow bored and let her go on her merry way.

but mingi was a patient boy, and he lived for the chase.

she couldn’t find a way out of the situation, and the boys who gathered around weren’t helping her cause either. they talked amongst themselves, pulling her into the conversation when they saw fit even when they knew they wouldn’t get a response.

with her head still faced down, she hadn’t noticed the group of four that approached the table.

while the other three idly took their spots on the bench and fell into the scene easily, yeosang slowed to a stop as he took in the extra body at the table.

his eyes wandered over her tense frame stuck beneath mingi's arm and squished between the two large boys. it was evident to anyone who cared to look that she was uncomfortable. she was shaking like a leaf, her eyes avoiding everyone and everything, and her hands gripped so tight that her knuckles turned white.

“why is she here?” yeosang grunted, not moving from his spot a few paces from the bench.

mingi looked up at the boy's words and grinned. “just getting accounted with your soulmate here,” he pulled her frame further into his side. “thought we should get to know her, y’know?”

yeosang knew mingi wanted to start drama.

the boy wanted to dig the hole you were already in deeper, even though there was no reason to. after all, yeosang had already caused enough trouble as it is, even he himself could admit that.

“why should we?” yeosang grunted with a shrug. “it’s not like it matters anyways – already made it clear i wanted nothing to do with her.”

his words evidently stirred something within her as her shoulders tensed.

mingi noticed this, and despite knowing yeosang wanted nothing more than for the girl to leave, he decided to continue his little game.

“awe did you hear that?” mingi brought his face closer to her own to whisper. “little sangie over there doesn’t want a damn thing to do with you–”

she got up quickly, nearly bashing the boy learning in towards her in the face, and taking a few steps away from the now wide-eyed group.

yeosang was sure the girl was going to yell, scream even, at the boy who sat stupidly with his mouth hung open – the words he was ready to speak dying on his tongue the moment the typically silent girl stood her ground and put space between them.

but she was silent.

just like she had always been.

quite frankly, yeosang hadn’t heard the girl speak before she had to him that week prior.

then again, yeosang couldn’t say he remembers even seeing the girl in his life, something that twisted his gut in an odd way.

without a word, she turned on her heel and walked away from the scene, her eyes burning at the unleashed tears from embarrassment and anger at the same time. she hated how affected she was at the mention of yeosang, even more so at the teasing she underwent from his friends.

the entire week she had spent reflecting, preparing, and calming her nerves were all for nothing.

she knew it would come to pass with time, but she truly didn’t know how much she could take with seeing her soulmate who evidently wanted nothing to do with her stand by and watch his friends torment her.

surely deep down somewhere he cared enough to spare her.

but yeosang didn’t chase, nor did he yell – hell, he hadn’t tried to contact her in any way to apologize for his friend's behaviours.

just another reason to hate the boy she used to call prince charming.

the rest of the week was silent for the most part.

her walks down the hall were slightly easier – fewer stares followed her, whispers weren’t as loud as they were before, and she hadn’t heard as many snickers behind her back as she had grown used to yesterday – but it was unnerving.

drama as public as hers never got swept under the rug as fast as it did.

she had seen her classmates force kids to transfer schools because of the harassment they received for things less than what she went through, so to be able to walk down the halls, sit through her classes, and eat lunch in peace… was odd, to say the least.

yeosang hadn’t said anything to her during the last period, and while one part of her wanted him two, she also didn’t expect much from the boy. she had gotten her hopes up one time too many already.

she avoided the courtyard once the bell rang.

it was the fastest route home for her to take since it saved her from having to walk around the block, but she was playing it safe for once. the last thing she wanted was to have a run-in with mingi or the other boys – but when she thought of it, none of them had even looked her way in the slightest during the day.

again, it was odd.

the walk was quiet for the most part. a few groups of students who were also stuck walking in the rain occupied the sidewalk with her. many students were able to bypass walking at all seeing as their parents would pick them up or they’d catch a ride with a classmate. the roads were quiet as well – minimal traffic due to the weather, but enough to provide background noise.

it was peaceful compared to some other places she could be.

school was never quiet, nor did she expect it to be. students packed each and every corner of the school, so even the quietest of conversations added to the noise.

home wasn’t entirely calm either with how her parents loved to play their shows loudly during the night, or the sound of her dad working in the garage.

her walks home were a slice of quietness that she adored.

no one bothered her, she walked alone for the most part, and people kept their distance – it was perfect.

until it wasn’t.

the sound of tires on gravel was hard to ignore – paired with its proximity, was worrisome as well.

she wasn’t one to jump to conclusions at any given moment, but it was a given that the minute you hear a car slow down next to you, the chances of abduction were high, so who could blame her for tensing the way she did, or the way she started to walk faster.

the sound followed her – whoever was driving it made no move to park or call out for her. she was too anxious to look back anyways, so she kept her eyes trained forward, but kept an ear open, waiting for the signal of an upcoming attack.

“jesus, you’re gonna make me talk aren’t you?” a voice called from what she presumed to be the following car.

at the familiarity of the voice, her head snapped toward the car.

a scowling yeosang greeted her, his window rolled down, allowing the rain to drip into his treasured car. she couldn’t see any of the other seats occupied, meaning his friend group wasn’t able to poke fun at her drenched form.

“what?” she tilted her head in confusion, not quite knowing what to say in response to the boy's words.

he rolled his eyes, nodding towards the passenger seat. “just get in the damn car,” yeosang focused his eyes on the steering wheel, not bothering to look at her any longer.

perhaps it was his attitude, or perhaps it was the fact that the last place she wanted to be stuck in was yeosang’s passenger seat ( read : maybe a mix of both ) but she found herself scoffing at his words and continuing to walk away from him.

she walked several more paces before she heard the sound of his car switching gears, and the sound of his car's tires speeding to pull up beside her again.

yeosang kept his pace with the girl, halfway leaning out of his car as he tried to reason with her.

“listen, just get in the car,” he sighed. “i’m trying to be nice and you can’t even accept the offer?”

she continued to ignore him.

he sighed, leaning back into his car before speeding off.

her shoulders sank in relief, watching his car drive away, only to stop in her tracks once again as she saw his car pull into a driveway only a few meters up, successfully blocking her walkway.

“will you stop being a brat and get into the car?” yeosang gave his best attempt at a puppy dog look, internally cringing at the thought of going through the trouble for a girl.

then again, she wasn’t just a girl.

while she looked down her nose at the boy, she knew she had no other options.

he was going to keep annoying her until she agreed anyways.

sighing, she shrugged her bag off of her shoulders and shoved it into the hand of the boy who had it held out of his window in waiting, before hurrying around his car and sliding into the passenger seat.

if she had thought she liked silence before, she was dead wrong currently.

upon getting into yeosang’s car, she thought she would be forced into a conversation with the boy, but she was dead wrong. his insistence and bugging had turned into ignorance. he hadn’t said a word to her since she had sat down in the passenger seat – and in all honesty, she thinks she would have rathered listened to the boy throw insults her way than sit in silence.

she had said her address when they had pulled out of the driveway, but other than that had let the silence drown on, only the faint sound of the radio playing in the background filling the space.

yeosang hadn’t spared the street he was supposed to turn on a single glance, instead, passing by it quickly – his mind giving him the directions to the place he had actually intended on going to.

she had noticed this as well, and while she didn’t want to make a scene, she found herself turning to the boy in question, the words of complaint dying on her tongue as he gave her a look out of the corner of his eye – a look that read ‘don’t ask.’

the silence continued to engulf the two as they drove – the scenery around the two still familiar, which brought a sense of comfort to her.

the sound of his signal light blinking snapped her out of her thoughts and drew her eyes to the building to which they had pulled up.

yeosang was up and out of the car quickly, not waiting for the girl as he walked ahead towards the entrance of the building.

she hesitated in getting out of the car – the sight of the diner in front of her making her heart speed up just a notch more than she would’ve liked to admit.

he stopped at the door, looking back with a drawn look as he signalled for her to follow.

why he had brought her there was something she wondered all the way to the corner booth of the diner.

the silence followed them within the small restaurant as well, but yeosang seemed adamant about trying to start a conversation without actually creating it himself. he was more awkward than she had initially thought he was.

yeosang fidgeted with the menu, tapped his fingers on the underside of the table along to the music playing from the jukebox in the background, and made eye contact every few seconds – every action of his seemingly trying to urge her to say something.

but the two were both dead set on making the other talk first.

so, the silence had continued, and continued, and continued, until the server walked up to the table, successfully popping the little bubble of challenge the two of you had formed.

“what can i get you two today,” she talked with a smile, one that was sincere and rarely seen on someone who dealt with half of the shit they dealt with while working in the food business.

she hadn’t been there a lot, but she had been there enough to see the scenes students from both her school and other schools within the area cause with the staff of the establishment.

“can i just get the chicken tenders with a side of fries please?” yeosang spoke first.

while she wanted to poke fun at his order, she knew she would end up ordering the same thing.

“can i also get that please?” she spoke lightly, aware of yeosang’s sharp eyes on her as she ordered.

the waiter nodded with a smile, eyes examining the pair in great detail as her eyes wrinkled – the space was odd, but she could sense something between them. something that they didn’t seem to sense themselves.

“i’ll get right on that for you two darlings, if you need anything else, just shout for me and i’ll be here in a jiffy,” she sent a wink towards the skittish girl, her smile widening as she could tell the small action caused her to flush. before she fully left, she nodded toward the boy, hoping her message travelled to him successfully.

be nice to her, boy.

yeosang nodded his head back to the waitress and watched as she wandered to the back with their orders, silence returning yet again – yeosang, however, was set on trying to shift the mood to the best of his ability.

“so you're copying me now, huh?” yeosang poked fun at the girl's order, expecting to earn a laugh, but was sadly rewarded with a scowl sent his way. so much for lightening the mood.

he watched as she averted her eyes, no doubt wanting to look anywhere else but the boy's direction. he hadn’t meant to make her mad or uncomfortable, but perhaps it was just his own fault for not seeing how the nature of his words could be mistaken after what had happened that week prior.

the boy sighed, “look i didn’t mean it like that, i just meant- y’know…” he trailed off, eyes trying to catch the girl's eyes with the hope that she’d understand what he was trying to say, but she kept her eyes trained on the parking lot. “i just wanted to say that i thought it was funny that we ordered the same thing,” yeosang huffed, leaning back against his own seat and looking away.

he was trying and it was evident to her, but she couldn’t help but doubt his playfulness and kindness after everything he had said and done in the past to her.

yeosang was cruel, she was sure of it – but if that was the case, why’d he go out of his way to get her out of the rain and drive the two of them to the small yet cozy diner?

while she wanted to stick to her silent and broody personality in front of the boy, she felt bad for dampening his own mood since he was simply trying to make conversation – even though the conversation could have started off on a better note.

“y’know you’re the last person i wanted to see today?” she spoke, watching as yeosang’s eyes filtered back to hers. “after that day, i never wanted to come back to school – i didn’t want to see you at all and yet… here i am,” she let out a dry laugh. “sitting across from the person who broke my heart the minute after i found my soulmate.”

she hated how her voice cracked as she spoke, but the tears in her eyes never fell – she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction ever again.

“but despite how much i hate your face, your name, and the fact that i’m tied to you whether i like it or not… i still can’t help but be happy to be around you,” the boy listened without interrupting, his own eyes growing glossy at her words. “in some sick and twisted way, the universe is still telling me that no matter what, you’re the one,” she smiled at him. “and i hate you for that.”

yeosang felt like his throat would close at any moment.

that his final breath would be painful, and his lungs would burn as they tried to fight for just another ounce of air so he could live to make it up to her.

to make up for the pain he had put her through.

that he was still putting her through.

the waitress had made her way up to the table once again, setting down both plates and their drinks. she didn’t say much, respecting the fact that even if she had, the two teary-eyed teens would likely not be able to speak back without choking on their words.

she didn’t make a move to touch her food, and neither had he. the two of them sat in silence once again and just looked at one another – looked at one another as if it was the last time they’d see each other.

it had taken them over an hour to finish their food in silence – both too scared and worked up to say anything else to the other. despite this, she still got into the passenger seat of his car and allowed him to drive her home.

the ride was quiet like before, but held an air of sadness and desperation in it – both had so much to say to the other but were beyond too scared, and too tired to speak.

yeosang wanted to start over.

he wanted to tell her about the things he’d gone through, what role models of love he had growing up, and the way he had been raised to see love as nothing but a weakness. but he didn’t want pity – didn’t want her to think he was using his childhood as an excuse for his vile behaviour.

his childhood was rough, yes, but he didn’t have the right to treat anyone like that.

to treat anyone the way he had treated you.

she, on the other hand, wanted to tell him how much she hated him.

how she hated his existence, how she hated his friends, and how she hated how he ruined the one thing in life that she had looked forward to since she was a child.

yeosang had ruined the concept of love for her, and yet while she wanted to cuss him out for eternity and more about it, she also wanted to let him in and give him another chance.

love made people foolish – something she only started to comprehend now that she was experiencing it for herself.

loving yeosang was foolish.

his car rolled to a stop outside of the girl's house, the roar of the engine now calming to a quiet lull that complimented the sound of rain hitting the roof and windshield of his car.

grabbing her bag from the backseat, she pulled it into her lap, looking at the boy for one last moment as if to give him one more chance to speak his mind.

she wanted him to be like all of those boys in the movies that she had grown up watching. the boys who would confess their love, show their intense spiral of emotions, and the boys who would kiss the girl with soft lips, only pulling away to take a breath.

but he hadn’t.

yeosang couldn’t even bring himself to look at the girl who looked to him for a response.

she nodded at his lack of acknowledgment before getting out of the car and into the pouring rain, slamming his car door behind her.

her heart hurt, but she hadn’t expected anything less seeing as who she was in company with.

in a matter of seconds, she was soaked to the bone – hair clung to her face, uniform clung to her like a second skin, and papers in her bag no doubt ruined. she didn’t look back, knowing yeosang’s car was far off in the distance now, probably going to see his friends and tell them all about the new feat he had pulled off with the soulmate he could care less about.

yeosang watched as the girl turned her back to him, not bothering to look back to see if yeosang was going to make a move to say something, to stop her from walking away from him, or to chase after her like some lost puppy.

never in his life had he expected himself to fall so quickly into the role of a fool who chased after love.

and yet here he was,

his door slammed much as her own had, and he paid no mind to the dirty puddles that soaked his shoes to the point of ruin. he doubted he would regret the blotches of brown and specs of dirty that coated his pristine white shoes later on anyways.

“y/n,” yeosang didn’t yell, didn’t cry out like all those love-sick fools did in the movies, but he spoke quietly. loud enough to hear over the rain, but not loud enough to draw out attention from the neighbouring houses. “can we talk?”

she had half the mind to scoff at the boy and continue on towards her front door, but she also knew she sought out the conversation as well. she feared being hurt once again by the boy she once thought of as prince charming, but then again, what more harm could he do that he hasn’t already done?

all he needed was a minuscule nod for him to continue.

“i’m sorry,” he started. “for everything, truly, i am sorry,” yeosang took a deep breath, thinking of what he could possibly say to make her understand his brain, even though he couldn’t quite understand it himself. “nothing i say or do can change the things i did the day we both found out about the whole soulmate thing,” he looked to the side in thought. “and i know i’m far from the person you deserve – i’m not even in the same universe, let’s be honest,” he chuckled dryly. “but i want to start over – right from the beginning.”

yeosang expected nothing from the girl, but he had hoped for some sort of acceptance.

maybe another one of those small nods of acknowledgment that she gave him and her peers, something he had only noticed after she started to tune everything and everyone out.

or perhaps he wanted to hear her speak – lord knows he had long since heard her speak to him with anything but hesitance, fear, or anger.

and truthfully, yeosang would have taken a harsh slap to the cheek if it meant any sort of answer from her.

but she had done nothing – no nod, no words, and no slap. just blank eyes staring into his own hopeful ones.

yeosang had cut his losses moments later, accepting the fact that he– no, his father, who had brainwashed him into thinking love was a weakness, was the cause of his soulmate, the one person in the world who could truly understand him, to start pushing him away.

his shoulders drooped in shame and under the weight of his rain-soaked clothes and his chin fell into his chest as he tried to fathom the pain in his chest.

so this is what it feels like?

he laughed through his tears, bringing his eyes up to meet the girl's eyes for the last time and offering her a small, broken smile.

“i’m sorry.”

he turned his back to her as he walked back towards his car.

stupid, stupid, boy, his brain cursed himself. you have no right to pout and to whine, after all, it was you who pushed her away so roughly in the beginning.

“yeosang…” her voice was soft as it called out, fading out in hesitance at the end.

he halted his steps but didn’t turn on his heel to face her, knowing the wave of self-deprecating voices would flood in tenfold. but he had stopped and waited, giving the girl time to collect her thoughts – gather the strength to yell at him or come up with some silver-tongued insult.

the memories of the night flashed behind her eyelids, the boys who pulled over to pick her up despite it being out of the way, the sight of a vulnerable yeosang who tried his best to start a conversation in the small diner, and the boy who had paid for her food without complaint or annoyance.

he was trying the whole night, and she had ignored it, wanting to see how far the boy was truly willing to go to show his desperation for forgiveness – for a second chance.

“would you like to come in?” she twiddled with the buttons on her uniform. “y’know… get out of the rain until it settles?”

yeosang and herself knew he could simply drive himself back home if he was seeking out cover from the rain, but the offer was there for other reasons.

his mind translated her words without much hassle.

would you like to start over?

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skyechild · 1 year ago

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Tears covered in red

𖤐 pairing: Felix x reader (m/f)

𖤐 genre: soulmate, mafia au

𖤐 warnings: everything that goes along with mafia (ex. guns, blood, hospital setting in the first parts), language, one mention of human trafficking but just the word is said along with grooming. nothing in detail.

𖤐 wc: 7.3k

𖤐 notes: this has gotten really long for me so im thinking of making a part two. obviously it could go either way. i could make two endings.

𖤐 summary: tears covered in red can mean a lot of things, you just have to be able to decipher what it means when these intense pains and injuries appear.

𖤐 network and tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan /

"It hurts Hyun." You held your face in your hand, the other on your ribs, sitting on the floor of your bedroom, bent over as you sobbed. "Why does it hurt so much?" Hyunjin flailed his hands as he looked around. His soulmate mark wasnt like yours, its the only reason you were best friends, his was visible, yours wasnt. The amount of girls in school tried to pretend to have his mark made him highly trust cautious.

He ran to the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack and a hand towel to cover it before running back to you, gasping at the blood that was staining your side. "Uh, youre bleeding. I think your soulmate is injured..." You had the energy to give him a confused look. "What?"

He pressed the ice against your rib and winced as you hissed. "Im sorry N/n." He whispered before pulling his phone out to call his soulmate, you found out his name was Minho. Hyunjin's mark was a necklace of a lock that he couldnt remove. Minho having the key on his wrist.

Once he had picked up Hyunjin was frantically talking into his phone. "Help! Minho its Y/n shes bleeding and i dont know what to do!" There was rustling on the other side of the phone before Minho was yelling. "Take her to the damn hospital!" When you rapidly shook your head Hyunjin hissed. "She doesnt want to." There was the slam of a car door. "I dont give sweet fuck if she wants to or not, if you dont ill carry her ass to the hospital." You coughed, red landing on Hyunjins pants and he shrieked.

"She just coughed up blood!" Hyunjin was hysterical at this point, free hand flailing around your body. "Hyunjin listen to me. If you dont take her to the hospital." Somehow Minho was always the calm one during stressful situations, it usually made you giggle at times but this seemed to have the opposite reaction, calming you down, still coughing. Hyunjin looked at you, hearing the thinly veiled fear and threat in Minhos voice.

"Sorry but im gonna pick you up." Hyunjin spoke as he picked you up , wincing at the groan of pain you admitted. "Ill meet you at the hospital." That was the end of the call as Hyunjin ran to the car. He most likely broke a few laws as he pulled into the emergency room parking lot and carrying you into the room. "Shes hurt!" You grunted at his loud yelling, clutching to him as they tried to transfer you to a nurse.

He cooed softly, wiping your tears as he saw Minho run in. "Baby you have to let go so they can help." You started to shake your head before Minho came into view and you nodded. Minho could be scarry at times. By the time he got to your side, they had managed to peel you off of Hyunjin, who had blood on his stomach a few questions. "Are you hurt? Is she hurt?" He was in a daze as Minho answered. "Hes not hurt, she gets her soulmates injuries and wounds."

Once They had finished they both turned at the sound of the reluctant and angry yelling. "I dont need to be here! Seungmin can fix it!" There was a blonde guy followed by a guy with blue hair and Minho narrowed his eyes. He was bleeding the same place you were but didnt seem to be in as much pain as you were. He was angry. That was known.

Hyunjin takes notice of his boyfriends gaze and looks at the blonde who is being almost carried in. Looking at Minho he nods at the unspoken words. This had to be your soulmate. This was the dick that was consistently getting injured. Upon closer look he looked dangerous. There was an obvious imprint of a gun in both of their pants, hidden decently well until they lifted their arms and they got a peek. Hyunjin paled.

What the fuck was this guy doing that he had a gun?

"Felix please." The other was speaking calmly although almost literally dragging him towards the door. So the blonde was Felix. Minho took a step forward before Hyunjin grabbed his wrist, shaking his head quickly. "Y/n is more important then that douche over there." He watched as the anger slowly slipped off his face as he remembered the reason.

"We need to call her sister." Hyunjin bit his lip. Your sister made him a bit nervous. "Uhm, ok give me a moment." Hyunjin had grabbed your phone and unlocked it, its time like these he appreciates your friendship, before he slides down the contacts and stopping on your sisters contact.

"Hey little sis! Its been a while whats up?" Hearing her voice caused the nerves to kick in ten fold, causing Minho to snatch the phone. "Hello, Its Minho, Y/n's friend. We are currently at the hospital, it looks like her soulmate got badly injured so she has the same injury..." There was silence on the other end and Minho glanced at the phone, double checking to make sure the call was still ongoing. "Hello?" That seemed to snap Siyeon back into the call. "Fuck, ok what happened, what hospital?"

Minho glanced at the still struggling blonde. "Inje." There was shuffling. "Ok im on the way." Minho bit his lip. "Her soulmate is here..." Siyeon had to pause in her place before she picked up speed. "Im going to kill them." They heard the call hang up and they glanced over at the blonde, Felix. "Christopher let me go! It isnt that bad." They could tell it was a lie, his face was contorted in pain and he was bleeding, the same place as Y/n.

"Felix please, shut the fuck up." 'Christopher' seemed to yell back. "We cant be here Chris, its dangerous." They watched as nurses noticed him just outside the door. "Seungmin can only do so much, he doesnt have all the equipment for this." Felix hissed as he looked down at his ribs. "Then we will have to buy him some, we cant be at big hospitals like this."

Siyeon had just arrived once they had gotten close enough for the doors to slide open, almost knocking them over in the process, earning an angry curse. "Where is my sister?! Her names Lee Y/n. I was called and told that she was brought in." She startled the administrator who quickly looked down the computer, searching for her name. "Shes currently in surgery. Whatever happened to her soulmate is really bad." They looked up to make eye contact as Chris had managed to bring Felix in the rest of the way, muttered curses in pain and at Chris spewing from his mouth."

"Shes getting stitches and a blood transfusion." Siyeon stopped, frozen. "What do you mean blood transfusion?" Her gaze landed on Hyunjin who she recognized, his shirt and arms covered in blood. "Oh my god is that her blood?!" He nodded and Siyeon bit her lip as she grabbed him and hugged him tightly, the not yet dried blood transferring over to her shirt.

"Can you tell us as soon as she gets a room?" The nurse nodded before giving them a sympathetic smile as Siyeon waddled to the seats, still hugging Hyunjin who had broken down again once in the elders arms. "Im so sorry! I couldnt do anything, she just started bleeding, then coughing, when i came back from getting her ice theres was just blood everywhere i didnt know what to do at first." He was starting to babble, words slurred.

"Shes going to be ok." Siyeon didnt know if she was saying it for herself or for him. She stroked his hair. "We cant do much and its not good to stay here and brew in the bad feelings, plus we need to get us new shirts, hm?" Hyunjin nodded, sobs turning into sniffles as she let go of him. Minho took the others hand, holding back his own tears as they walked towards a gift shop.

It was the wrong idea.

Despite trying to avoid Felix, Siyeon caught sight of him. "Is that what her injury looks like?" She whispered, eyes locked on the blonde male. "...yes." They whispered and her fists clenched, the itch to punch him close. "He better hope she lives. Soulmates get their other halves injuries but worse." She murmured. "If my baby sister dies....hes paying for it." She bit out before shoulder checking him on the way out, an angry curse and a loud 'watch it!' following her.

It seemed the be the last string for her as she spun around, fire in her eyes as she walked closer. "You better hope my sister lives because of your dumbass! If she doesnt im killing you." She snapped. "Your dumb fucking actions causes your soulmate to get the same injuries except worse. Thats a threat." Felix huffed out a cough. "Sucks for her." The nurses managed to get him to another room before she could do anything. Siyeon rounded on the nurse. "Dont put him anywhere near my sister."

She stormed out without saying anything else, grabbing both Hyunjin and her shirts to buy and putting them on quickly. "These dumb fucking shirts, dumb fucking soulmate bonds." She mumbled before looking up at the two males, eyes softening. "Im sorry you had to see everything."

They shook their heads. "Im sure itll be ok, plus she didnt specify how much blood she lost...it could be just enough to need a transfusion." Minho calmed her down. "Lets go back to the seating area and sit down. Im pretty sure they have taken back the other guy." Siyeon took a breath before nodding, taking them up and walking back to the seating for the emergency room.

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It had been a good few hours before they took notice of a nurse coming up to them. "Youre here for miss Y/n right?" Siyeon nodded and the nurse smiled. "The surger and transfusion was successful. But she will have to stay for a couple days for observation." There was a sigh of relief from Siyeon and Minho. Hyunjin had fallen asleep soon after they sat down. The adrenaline draining his energy once it had ended.

"If you would like, shes not conscious yet, but you can visit her." Siyeon nodded quickly as Minho woke up Hyunjin. All three following the nurse who led them out of the emergency room and towards a hall. They watched the doors before noticing your name on one of the doors. "Press the button on the remote if you need anything." Everyone nodded before filing into the room, your sister pulling up a seat to your side. "Hey baby." She whispered, hand brushing your hair back.

"Im so sorry you have a shitty soulmate." She choked out a laugh, tears starting to blur her vision. Hyunjin and Minho sat on the couch, turning on the tv to hopefully tune out, at least some, of the beeping and noises of the machines. "I wish i could fix it for you. He's here yknow? Your soulmate." She scoffed. "Hes a real dick." That brought out a snort from both boys who were listening quietly.

"His name is apparently Felix, thats what the guy he came with called him." Hyunjin spoke, moving to sit on your other side. Lowering his voice Hyunjin glanced at your sister. "They had guns Y/n. What if hes dangerous?" He bit his bottom lip, holding your hand. "I dont want you to be in danger." He whispered, holding your hand to his head and closing his eyes.

"This was the worst one so far." Minho mumbled. Usually he was the one able to patch up your wounds despite being a dance minor and majoring in being a vet. He moved to behind Hyunjin, hands on his shoulders. "Usually theyre just little cuts and scratches. Rarely on the edge of needing stitches." He sighed.

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The next night was when you had started gaining consciousness, hand twitching catching Minhos attention. "Y/n? Are you awake? Okay?" It caught the attention of Hyunjin who was sitting next to him. Siyeon had went to get them breakfast.

You groaned as your eyes fluttered open, hand moving to touch your side carefully before you gaze landed on Hyunjin, a dreamy smile on your face. "Its nice to know that even in the afterlife, we arent apart." Hyunjin remembered the doctor saying you might be a bit delirious from the meds.

He gave a watery smile. "You arent dead." Your gaze fell on Minho. "Hi." He whispered. "Even now, you dont leave Jinnies side." Minho chuckled softly. "Ill never leave his side. But im here for you too yknow? We are friends." You hummed quietly and Minho pressed the button to alert the doctor. "Im happy to have such pretty and loyal friends." You whispered and they smiled, giggling quietly.

There was a loud gasp and clatter as you turned to look at the door, Siyeon wide eyed and hands covering her mouth. "Oh my baby!" She cried, walking to your side and hugging you the best she could. "Shes a bit delirious from the meds like the doctors said she would be." Minho spoke.

"When did you turn your hair blue?" Siyeon smiled at your question. "Last week." You nodded, stroking her hair as she rested her head on your chest. "What happened?" Hyunjin bit his lip. "How much do you remember?" You hummed, threading your fingers through your sisters hair. "Not wanting to leave you." You furrowed your brows before nodding. "I think thats all..." Minho nodded. That was about when he saw you go limp in the nurses arms. "You dont remember me?" You shook your head slowly. "Once you let go of Jin you went unconscious." Your eyes widened.

How does Hyunjin feel?

Your gaze moved to Hyunjin who had taken Minhos spot, resting his head on the bed next to your hand. "Jinnie im so sorry." You whispered, threading your fingers in his hair as his eyes got watery. "Dont cry." You wiped his cheeks as he sniffled, letting a tear drop. "I was so scared. You needed surgery and a blood transfusion." You frowned, stroking his cheek. ""I'm ok now."

The doctor walked in, smiling when he saw the way all of them were around you. "May i take her vitals and check her over real quick?" It took a minute to pry Siyeon away from you. "Everythings looking good so far." He commented once finished. "Lets try to eat something small, how about pudding?" You nodded slightly. "We can grab you water as well."

You smiled as you turned to the others. "Y/n..." You looked at Hyunjin. "Your soumate came in a little bit after they took you back..." Your eyes widened, trying to moveto sit up more. "No dont move!" You huffed but listened. "He is?" Siyeon shrugged. "Maybe, its been a day and yknow your soulmate gets what injury and pain they have but worse." You nodded, frowning. "I dont think hes a good guy Y/n..." You looked at Hyunjin and Minho's faces, both boys' eyes not meeting yours.

"How would you know?" You wanted them to look at you. Minho sighed. "They had guns hidden in their pants." You paused, looking down as you forced yourself to sit up. "Maybe its for protection? Sanie carries." You picked at your nails. "Baby, he was aggressively trying to not come in. He was complaining about how someone named Seungmin could patch him up." You sighed.

"Y/n...you always try to find the best in people but i dont think you can in this situation. Seonghwa cant help you...hes still just a med student. Hes fucking exhausted by himself." Minho spoke, sitting on the side of the bed, placing a hand on your knee.

"I know you want him to be safe...but i dont think he is. I'm worried that once you see him the bond will kick in and you wont be able to leave his side for 48 hours. I dont want you to be in danger like that." His voice was firm but sympathetic. "You have to avoid the feeling of buzzing and go the opposite way."

You understood where your friends and sister were coming from, but that was your soulmate, werent you supposed to be with him? Maybe make him a better person. You looked up at Minho then over at Hyunjin, then your sister. "But..." They shook your head.

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A couple days later you were released from the hospital. Hyunjin had never left your side, Minho bringing notes from your classes. You were never alone. You were both happy, and growing annoyed by it. You wanted freedom and as much as you loved Hyunjin and your sister, you were a bit tired of them breathing down your throat. Minho tried to drag Hyunjin away sometimes.

You were thankful that Seonghwa would stop by every few days, checking up on the wounds. "I think you should get some fresh air. Alone." He gave everyone a stern look. "Just be careful ok?" You nodded. You were tempted to start carrying like San did.

Nodding again you grinned. Finally freedom. You stood up and Hyunjin huffed, not wanting to leave your side. Maybe you'd go to the mall. You got dressed, being careful with your wound as you slipped on a jacket. "I promise ill call you if i need you Jinnie." He sighed and crossed his arms, but nodded reluctantly. "Fine. Be safe." You smiled widely, tip toeing to kiss his cheek as a thank you and a sorry. "Ill see you in a few hours Jinnie." He pouted but watched as you left out the door.

You held your phone tightly, deciding against putting in your headphones in this time. You hummed a long to a song yelping as you rolled your ankle over a small crack in the sidewalk. You bit your lip, hopping a bit as you limped to the closest bench. You took a breath and pulled up your pant leg to scan the injury. The feeling of your wrist buzzing, made you tense. Your gut feeling and Minhos voice telling you to leave but your head and curiosity prevented it.

You heard the muffled curse at the same time you had rolled your ankle. "Im going to fucking lose it. Why are they so clumsy, its been a few days and despite the twinges of pain which im not sure if theyre mine or theirs. Its been nice not to feel this." You listened to the voice. It was deep and almost soothing if it wasnt threatening words you might have been falling at his knees like a lost puppy.

Your gaze was brought up when the buzzing got more aggressive. You stood up, quickly trying to walk away from where the voice was coming from. He was getting so close, Minhos words in your mind again. He has a gun Y/n. stop drooling over his voice....but its so deep and- No y/n, pull it together. Just because you have a thing for voices doesnt mean anything. You tried to convince yourself.

It seemed to be in vain when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, the buzzing stopping at the touch. Your soulmate found you. You pulled away, hand holding the injury protectively, eyes scanning him to find the gun on his waist. They werent lying, he did have a gun. Your face paled.

"Youre lucky that i cant kill you." He hissed, pulling you into the alley. "Youre the reason i almost died? I needed a transfusion you dick." It seems that your words threw him off enough to where you could get his hand off. "Now that you touched me, if we get to far away we can slowly die." You snapped. "Im stuck being at the side of whatever the fuck you are." You reached for your phone to call Hyunjin. Why you didnt call the police first didnt pass your mind.

He snatched it from your hand, sliding it in his back pocket as he glared. "Shut the fuck up and let me talk." You went quiet, eyes wide and locked on him. Both your arms wrapped around your waist in protection. Backing up against the wall you bit your lip. "Im Felix." He spoke, body posture relaxed while yours was tense.

"I apologize that you get my wounds but worse." You glared. "What the fuck did-" He held his hand up, glaring. "Dont ask questions." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. What a prick. You think and he crosses his arms. "Do not roll your eyes at me."

"Why are you so fucking bossy?" He raises a brow. "Because i run a mafia? Why else?" You blink a few times. Its a habit you gained from Minho. Your free hand tugging at your ear lobe, fidgeting with the skin. "Mafia?" You whisper and he nods. "Does being a dick come with the job?" He paused, a smile curling his lips a bit.

"You got balls baby." You glared. "Dont call me that!" He snickered before he sighed. "Well, you might as well tell your friends or whoever that you wont be seeing them for 48 hours." You shake your head. "You can suffer for all i care. Im not staying by your side." He rose a brow. "You know youll suffer just as much." He states and your glare sharpens. "Im not going to be some eye candy or toy that you had at your disposal."

Felix nodded, understanding where you were coming from for once. "I can understand where you're coming from." He tries to sooth. Its then your head takes notice of his voice again. Its deep but smooth. It kind of makes your knees wobbly if you think about it too long. You have a fleeting thought of asking if he smokes.

Going by the proximity you toss away the thought, he doesnt smell of smoke. "I'll protect you." You frown. "What makes you think that i want your protection? I wouldnt need it if my soulmate wasnt some fucking mafia boss." A muscle in his jaw twitches, his patience running thin.

"I know this is less then ideal-" You snort, cutting him off, ignoring his glare. "Thats an understatement." He clenches his fists. "-but we have to sort this out." Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you ignore it for listening to him, staying silent. "So for now can we just, do the 48 hours then go on with our lives?"

Is he planning on just tossing you out after the time limit? You scoff. "Once these hours are over, im going back to Hyunjin and Minho." You huff. Once you find your soulmate its hard to do anything without them. You cant leave the country without them, you cant go a certain distance away. You use to love the idea of soulmates, growing up with excitement to find your soulmate and find love.

"Hyunjin and Minho?" His voice changes, taking on a slight possessive tone. "I havent even known you for an hour, you have no right to be jealous."

He broke everything you had dreamed of. Your soulmate was a criminal. A very dangerous man. And he ruined it all within an hour. Your hand rests against the injury. "Come with me, we can get coffee and talk about what to do." You rolled your eyes, deciding to comply. You followed after him as he walked towards a building, your phone now gripped tightly in your hand.

"Ill stay with you for the 48 hours. But then im leaving and i never want to see you again." You speak once you both sit down. "Ill see if theres anyway to break a bond without one of us dying." His eyes grow wide, panic and a slight tinge of hurt. "...you hate the idea of me so much that youd go that far?" His voice lowers into a whisper.

"Felix, if thats even your real name, what am i supposed to do? Live in danger if i end up loving you?" You were still on guard. "Have to be paranoid if im out alone? I just got freedom back and now im losing it once again..." You whispered, looking at him.

"You know what? I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. If you, within these 48 hours, manage to get me to somewhat care for you or something, i wont try and break the bond." He nods, listening quietly. It wasnt hard to gain your sympathy or even attention.

Felix places his hands in his lap, thinking for a moment. "I know you hate the idea of me but. I dont know you and you dont know me. How about we dont judge a book by its cover?" You tensed. Your mom always said that.

"Fine. We can try to restart." You sat up straight, a strained smile on your lips. "Hi, nice to finally meet you soulmate. You gave my quite an...injury...last week." You took a breath. "Im Y/n. I hope we can start as friends and see if anything happens."

Felix looks at you with shock before he scrambling a bit to gather himself. "Hello. Im Felix. Its nice to meet you and im sorry about that." He holds out a hand and you meet it in the middle, a soft smile pulling at your lips. His hand is smaller then you thought and surprisingly soft for someone who uses a gun often. (You assume that.)

If you didnt know about his line of work, you mightve fell in love. Hes pretty, almost pixie like. Blonde hair and what looks like freckles across his nose and cheeks, his features fit his face and his eyes are sharp. He was all hard lines and tensed muscles when you were outside, now he seems to have softened a bit, no mare hard lines at the moment.

You embrace the warmth his hand gives before taking your hand away. "So it seems like we will be stuck together for 48 hours. I hope you arent busy." You watch as Felix hesitates before shaking his head. "Not anymore." He hums after. "Would you like to come to my place? I have somewhere else we could stay."

He was planning on taking you to a safe house anyway. Away from enemy eyes. You nod and stand up, shooting a quick text to Hyunjin about whats going on, wincing at the flurry of texts that come quickly after. Theyre from everyone that you were with. Even a text from Seonghwa comes in, reminding you to be careful. You werent sure if he was talking about your injury or the person youre with.

You smile softly at your phone. You wouldve loved being Seonghwas soulmate, or even any of his friends. Looking up at Felix you find him watching you and you struggle to not twist your face into something horrible. He looks curious. "I told my friends and sister that i have to stay with you because some-" You take a breath. Treat him like a normal person, try to think of him as just a pretty man youve figured out is your soulmate. You got this.

"Because we had contact. Im excited to get to know you." You have to force the words out but them come anyway. Felix feels the smallest bit bad. Your reflex is obviously fight instead of flight. While he appreciates that, it might affect you in the future if you do end up by his side. He will have to get you into some self defence training with Chan.

He smiles, it looks natural and you hate how just a regular smile lights his whole face up. Makes him look so innocent and sweet. "We can go." You scan his face. "I hope its ok that i had my friend grab you some clothes...we only have hoodies and sweats that will probably be too big..." Your eyebrow twitches but you nod. "Thats ok!"

When he walks out with you theres a car that stops infront of you. the windows are almost blacked out so you cant see inside but Felix nudges you towards the door. "This is Chan. Hes gonna take us to my place." You nod. "Nice to meet you Chan." He nods back. "Im Y/n." He cracks a smile. He cant let you know he already knows everything about you. From your birth to the current day.

"Likewise." He returns. "Man of a few words? Thats probably nice sometimes." He chuckles lightly as he flicks a glance at you from the rearview mirror before taking off towards a safe house. "Jeongin is finished. Place is stocked." He says towards Felix who nods, relaxing back against the chair and closing his eyes.

It goes quiet and you can feel the medicine for your injury wearing off, it causes you to cringe. Chan's eyes flicking towards yours in the mirror before they glanced at Felix. Having a wordless conversation before Felix turned his gaze towards you. "Do you need pain meds?" You had to take breath, trying not to shoot him a glare but youre sure it a bit sharp deadpanned stare. "Yes." Your voice was curt but you can blame it on the pain this time.

"I'll get our doctor to get something for you." You shook your head. "I can just text Seonghwa." He shook his head. "He cant know anything." You bit back a curse. "He doesnt. He just knows everything and would save you time." He huffed. "You dont trust my doctor?" You shook your head. "Felix, i dont even trust you, how can i trust any of your people?" He looked out the window.

You had a point and he didnt want to admit it. Hell, he didnt trust you so why would he trust your friends. "Can he send you the dosage and name?" You huffed. "Ill see if he can." You keep a hand on your rib while the silence felt like it got louder. "What were you even doing to get this bad of a wound." You mumbled, more to yourself as he pulled your hand away, making sure the warmth wasnt from blood and just from the temperature of your skin.

"I heard my sister gave you some threats." Did you want to apologize? Fuck no. "Careful she might make due." You spoke, turning to look at him, humming quietly as he met your eyes. "She did. I dont blame her, it seems you almost died because of me." You hummed silently. "I needed blood transfusions and Hyunjin was covered in my blood." You huffed before the car pulled into a garage. "I see..." He trailed off as Chan parked.

"Why did i have to be the one who got the bad side of the pain." You mumbled as Chan got out and opened your door. "Are you able to walk?" You hesitated before you took his help to get out and stand up. He kept you stable as Felix watched. He gave you a few steps to test. "My rib hurts but i think its possible to walk." He nodded, letting go of you slowly as Felix huffed to himself and walking off towards the elevator.

The elevator reminded you of the one in Willy Wonka's factory. As soon as you and Chan had joined him. The other walking behind you just incase. You leaved against the wall. It was nice and cold. The comfort only lasted before the elevator shot to the right, feeling like it was going by a few blocks before slamming to a stop.

You were going to get flung around if Chan had not caught you and held you to his side. How these two werent stumbling around like you was a bit confusing. The elevator shot up, leaving your stomach down at the bottom. You groaned in pain. "Was there a less painful way to get to this place?" You looked towards Chan who had a look of sympathy on his face.

Felix shook his head. "No." You frowned, glancing towards him before nodding, leaning against Chan's chest. Maybe you werent ready to walk by yourself. Chan kept you still as the elevator slowed to a stop, a soft ding ringing out as the doors open. As if it hadnt left you stomach back at the beginning. You walked out on wobbly stops, knees giving out onto soft carpet. "I feel like im going to vomit." You breathed.

Felix walked towards you, sighing as he placed a hand on your head. "Im sorry about the elevator." He sounded sincere even when you glared him. "Ill see if Jisung can do something about it. It is pretty aggressive." You rested your forehead against the ground. "I feel horrible. " Felix sighed lightly. "The place should be stocked, do you want to eat?" You glanced up at him as you laid on your back. "I can cook."

He frowned. "Why cant i cook for you?" Chan snickered softly as he helped you up. "You like to use too much butter one cooking. Stick to baking." You rose a brow. "You bake?" He nodded, standing up and walking with the both of you as he placed you in a chair, handing you your phone. "Can you text your friend to ask?" You nodded, quickly texting Seonghwa.

"Im too tired for this." You mumbled as your phone vibrated with the answer, relaying the information you smiled at the text that came in. A sad face from Hyunjin along with a 'i miss you.' and your gaze softened. Replying back with the same emoji and 'i miss you too.' You smiled at your phone, the fondness in your grin making Felix sneer slightly as he stormed into the kitchen.

Turning to Chan you tapped his hand. "Will i be able to talk to my friends? Like, on call and video calls?" You watched as he nodded. "Yeah, youre safe here. If anything is wrong, come find me yeah?" You nodded, smiling lightly.

Maybe if this man was your soulmate youd stay. But your actual soulmate and all but stormed to the kitchen. You frowned. "I have to make a call to our doctor for your meds, please excuse me. Feel free to wander." You nodded as he got up to leave.

Getting up you held your stomach. You couldnt decide if your stomach or rib hurt more. You wobbled into the kitchen to see Felix riffling through the fridge. "...are you hungry Felix?" You know he heard you coming. "...a bit. I havent eaten today." You nodded, nudging him out of the way as you grabbed a few items. "Go sit down, ill make kimchi jjigae for us." You watched as he nodded.

"Once Seungmin gets here hes going to give you a quick look over then give you the meds." You nodded at his words. "Hopefully today wasnt too straining on your wound." You turned to look at him before grabbing rice cakes out of the freezer when you found them.

"Last time i checked it wasnt bleeding but it hurts a lot." You admitted and Felix sat on a stool at the island, watching as you cooked. Once Chan came into the kitchen he smiled. "What are you making?" You smiled at him, not noticing Felix's glare. "Kimchi jjigae and im making tteokbokki on the side."

"You just met Chan, youve known him barely as much as me but you're already smiling at him?" Felix couldnt help the slight bitterness to his tone. His gaze fell on you then Chan. "Contrary to popular belief Felix. He gives warm vibes and seems like someone who would actually protect me and not dragging me places." Chan hummed. "Maybe dropping your dick like behavior in front of others, especially your soulmate..." He emphasized the word. "...you would get along better."

Felix narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth before closing his mouth as the elevator opened, a shorter boy with orange hair being revealed as the doors opened. "Seungmin." Felix greeted and you visibly perked up. Seungmin meant medicine, medicine meant dulled or no pain for a few hours.

"Seungmin, youre the doctor? You have medicine for me?" You smiled softly as he nodded. "I need to give you a check up first. I know your friend already did one, but im a different doctor, you know how that is." You nodded, stepping away from the food, turning the heat down so it wouldnt burn.

Turning you walked towards the other male, bowing slightly. "Hello, im Y/n." He nodded. "Seungmin, and i know who you are, youre our boss' soulmate." You poked your cheek with your tongue. "I'd rather not." He chuckled, nodding as he let you into a spare room. "So how has it been?"

You sigh, sitting down on the table as your head fell back. "Well this injury..." He motioned you to remove your shirt and you did so after a bit of hesitation. "Was his fault. I get the shorter end of the stick and whatever injury or pain he has, is doubled for me." Seungmin winced as he scooted closer on his chair.

"Im sorry, that sucks." His words are genuine and you rubbed your eyes. "Yeah, apparently i was in surgery for a few hours and had to get blood transfusions." His eyes flicked up to yours as he started to unwrap the bandage around your mid section. "Let me know if it hurts." You nod. While you had a high pain tolerance, it felt non existent at the moment. "I think the meds wore off because the pain and ache is back." He nods, checking the injury carefully.

He grabbed a few items and cleaned around it. "Til it gets a better we are going to have to keep it bandaged. I was thinking about second skin but not with stitches." You nod, understanding. "Man that is bad, what did he do?" He mumbled, more to himself. "Doesnt look like a bullet wound. Did he get fucking stabbed or something?" He sounded mad and you smiled softly. "Are you going to yell at him?" He looked at at you before chuckling as he wrapped gauzed around your mid section again.

"Maybe." You nodded. "He needs to be more careful since he knows you get it worse." You sighed. "Y/n, i promise hes not as bad as he seems." You shook your head, looking down at the floor. "He has 48 hours to try and make me change my mind before going to get the bond broken."

Seungmin's mouth drops, shock on his features. "Really?" You nodded. "Isnt that a bit much?" You shrugged as your eyes counted the tiles. "I use to want a soulmate since i was little. They sounded so cool, my parents bond was puzzle pieces." He smiled unconsciously. "My sisters is constellations. That one is incredible." The smile on your face slowly disappeared. "But then i got stuck with this one. You get your soulmates pain but times two." You bit your lip.

"Did you know, my friends and sister met him while i was in the hospital?" He listened carefully, sitting back on the chair. "She told me she threatened him." You giggled softly. "This was the first time ive ever thought about breaking my bond." You clenched your fist, digging your nails into your palms.

Felix felt the pain in his palm, frowning softly. The imprint of fingernails appearing as he sighed. While he got the dulled pain side, you got the worse side. He did feel the slightest bit bad.

"What if you cant break it?" Your gaze snapped up back to Seungmin. "What?" He crossed his arms. "Ive never thought about that. I've heard of a few people breaking their bonds but it never ended well. It ended up with one losing all feelings." You locked eyes with him. "You could see if you could possibly get a new one?" You looked down, taking in his words.

"I've never heard of that..." Seungmin shrugged. "It's a bit hush hush right now. The government is trying to see if the ones that break their bonds could possible be paired up with someone else who broke theirs." Your eyes widened. "Do you work with the government?!" He nodded. "But im more of a mole for Skz." You rose a brow. "Thats the name of our mafia." You nodded.

"I'll think about it. Especially if Felix doesnt succeed." He nodded before standing up and helping you down before letting you leave first after giving you some medicine. "Youre a life saver Seungmin." You whispered, exchanging a smile with him as he left. You walked back to the kitchen, the idea swirling in your head. They were seeing if it was possible to change soulmates? Does that mean changed marks? You sighed to yourself, starting back on cooking the food.

Once finished you served some to Felix and Chan, a weak smile at them both. "Where will i be sleeping?" Felix hummed, scanning your figure. "Theres a room thats next to mine, that will be yours." You nodded, sitting across and down from both males, going quiet, head swimming with thoughts. You started eating, not noticing the glances and whispered words between the two boys.

You sighed quietly, gaining the attention of them. "Have you heard of getting a new soulmate if you break your original one?" Felix held back his anger. "You cant let that go? Even for a moment?" You looked up at him, anger in your eyes. "Being your soulmate could kill me Felix. "I have friends i love, i have a sister and parents i love. Im not going to give that up for my soulmate." You stood up. "Im done." You spoke, placing your empty bowl and plate in the sink.

"Im not ok being the soulmate of someone who is so dangerous and obviously gets hurt often. My body can only take so much before it starts giving up." You spoke, looking at both males with watery eyes. "You might be ok with all of this. But im not. Youre not the one the short end of the stick." You turn to face them. "To make it even better, im stuck here for 48 hours with nothing to do, i cant see my friends, cant see my sister." Theyre quiet for a moment.

"Theres a tv in every room-." You cut off Chan. "That doesnt do anything Chan! Am i supposed to sit and watch tv for 48 hours?" He sighed. "Youre supposed to be getting to know each other." You wanted to reply, yell back and curse at them. But you knew Chan would do whatever to get you to at least talk to Felix.

"I know you dont have the best image of Felix right now, or any of us. But give him a chance?" You looked at Chan for a moment. "Theres so many restrictions if we dont break the bond. One of us cant leave the country, we can only be so many hours apart and more on top of that." You sighed, sitting back down right infront of Felix. "So talk. I said id give you 48 hours." Felix sighed before nodding.

He talked, for hours. His hobbies, his team and friends. Hoe he had siblings and how he missed them. He talked about some of his past and how he grew up, talked about how he got into this. You learned this group tried to prevent drug trades, stop human trafficking and grooming. You looked down at the table. He told you everything they did and stood for.

It aligned with what you stood for.

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