#I really like succubus tae ok?

[kiestrokes]

If you were a member of the Men in Black, who would be your partner? Who would be the 5 aliens (idols) you would be determined to catch?

This might seem a little out of left field, but my partner is Bang Chan. I need a goofy lovable (and strong) human to balance out my stoic dry humor.

ALIENS:

Xu Minghao - technically I don't catch him, he's like my inside man like that alien guy that runs the diner.

Lee Taemin - a succubus type alien that's draining humans to keep his ethereal beauty.

Kim Taehyung - this alien eats the hearts of men.

Lee “Dino” Chan - he’s chaos, out here entrancing every being with a sway of his hips and stealing their jewels.

Lim Jaebeom - his vocals can entrance entire planets, he had to be stopped.

[curiosity-1234]

BST: Part two

parts: 1 2  (due to tumblr being messed up just message me ill give you something to part 1)

Description: The BST is the world’s most notorious mafia. Their initiation process known by many a soul. Beat to a pulp, or drugged. Pushed into the middle of nowhere with a red ribbon over the eyes and wrists. You must survive the night. Many have died corpses covered in red ribbons fill the morgues of seoul. What happens when a cold dreary night leads Hae-In to the field behind a playground. A spot of red ribbon is all it takes to make her know what is happening.  But she can’t just leave this man to die. Two shadows turn to three as Hae-ins live begins to take a turn for better or for worse. Her once, boring, unloved life has now changed. Welcome to BST dear Hae, do you think you can handle it? Or will you die at the hands of the true enemy.

Au: mafia au

trigger warning: blood, drugs, mafia content? (do i need to make that a warning?)

                                               Part two: Curiosity killed the cat

Third person's pov

It was another boring night for Taehyung and Jungkook. Watching the latest of their mafia members as they went through their journey to enter. THough this one was not normal. No, he was trying to enter bangtan. As of right now there were only 6 of them. But he would be the 7th.  Jungkook sat in a tree high above the branches as not to be seen by anyone coming by. Taehyung in another tree off a bit of ways.

“Perhaps they had gone to far.”  Jungkook thought looking down at his older friend. They had grown up together, yes, but when jungkook suggested that Jimin join. He did not think they would take the initiation this far. Alcohol, drugs, beating, drowning and then left here in the middle of a park. He was afraid he was watching his friend die. But he did not want to admit it. He knew it was more of a test for him then a test for Jimin. A sound like that of an angel singing filled his ears. His head snapped to the direction. A girl with Light brown hair and doe like eyes. Wearing glasses was walking down the wooded area of the park. Almost as if she was in a daze. The music she was singing. Could even catch himself in a daze. The stared at her as she walked by singing.

“You are my penicillin, you save me. My Angel, My world.” for some reason to him it was as if those words she was singing where true to him. Just the mear bit of song from her and he felt all the pain wash away from him. How curious it was? “I am your calico cat, here to meet you. Love me now, touch me now.” He smirked at her taking his attention off of his friend and turning it to her instead. “Just let me love you.” She sang without a care in the world. “Just let me love you” A smile formed on his face as he leaned a bit closer towards her direction watching as she swayed to the music she was singing. As if no one in the world was around to hear her. Though as she sung, it seemed to Jungkook that the two of them, were the only ones in the universe. “Ever since the universe was first formed. Everything has been planned. Just let me love you.” For some reason her voice made him happy. He shook his head trying to get out of her spell before it was to late. She was about to stumble upon Jimin.

Taehyung sat staring at his friend jungkook watching the worry coat his face. He looked down at the new recruit. He was close to tae’s age. Though Tae did not know him he was great friends with Jungkook. So when Jungkook told him how amazing Jimin was. He instantly became friends with Jimin. So to see his new friend like this now, terrorfied him. Had they gone to far? Was all of this really needed to make sure he was worthy of entering. Tae did not even have this hard of an initiation process. But Namjoon feared that adding another member into bangtan instead of just BST would be dangerous. Especially if the members of BST realized that Bangtan did not get initiation processes only BST members did.  They had to play it safe Jimin just so happened to be who they had to play safe with. He turned his attention back to jungkook for a moment as his face contorted into that of confusion. Jungkooks entire being was no longer focused on his close friend. But somewhere else. Past the trees. A face of awe replacing his face of worry. Taehyung turned to look where he was looking to see a girl with light brown hair and doe-like eyes. Large glasses that filled her entire face walking through the park. Her entire visage like she was living in that of euphoria. Of course Jungkook would be lost by a girl. But he never really tended to get lost during missions over a girl. COuld he not just let it wait till the morning? Taehyung looked closer at the girl before her voice began to hit his ears. “I’ll be your calico cat, here to meet you. Love me now, touch me now” Instantly he froze. A chill running down his spine as if she was right behind him sitting on the tree with him. He shook his head trying to break the spell. “Just let me love you”  He let out a silenced cough. Nothing like this had ever happened to the assassin before.  But with just a few words it was as if the ice he cased around his lonely heart had melted. A spell like trance falling over him. “Just let me love you  ever since the universe  was first formed. Everything has been planned. Just let me love you.” All of his hurt and pain seemed to slip away. How was it possible that some random girl. Could make time itself stop. He shook his head trying his hardest to get out of the spell. The girl was reaching Jimin. He flicked his knives into his fingers. But something inside begged that the girl did not see.

The girl froze making both of them freeze as well. She had seen it. She had seen Jimin.

“Fuck” Was the only thought rushing through both of their heads at the same time. She stared up at the sky for a few minutes before speaking more to herself than anyone else.

“Dont look dont look dont look Hae-in don't do it. If you do it you'll be caught into the mess. You know they always watch their initiates. Don't look just keep walking. Wait… maybe it was just a red bird. Yeah a red bird not a red ribbon.”  Taehyung smirked tilting his head a bit. A red bird? She looked more like a bird to him than a predator. Yet here she was talking to herself. The girl looked over at the ribbon and snapped her head back into the sky. Fear clear on her face. “Shit shit shit shit shit…. Ok ok it is an initiate. Just keep walking. Don't look at him. No one will know your here just keep walking.” Her eyes betrayed her once more as they followed the ribbon to Jimin's wet cold form.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” Jungkook thought cocking his silencing gun. Though he really did love the pretty face of the girl. She was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Shit!” she shouted. Taehyung tried to hide his laughter. For such a pretty girl, she certainly had a dirty mouth. “Now you've done it. Don't go over there. There has to be someone looking someone watching don't go over there.” Jungkook side eyed his friend both of them trying to hide their laughter. The girl they had both been caught in a spell by was now loudly talking to herself and clearly not listening to herself either. Her feet moved on their own accord heading straight towards Jimin. “No no no no no no you fucking idiot what are you doing. Your going to get yourself killed Hae-in.”  So her name was Hae-in? That's a nice name. To bad it would end up on the news tomorrow as someone who was killed after trying to interfere with BST work.  “Don’t do it Hae.” She whispered to herself but she seemed to not listen as she brought her hand to Jimin's through checking his pulse.  “Shit shit shit.. He’s going to die if no one helps him.” This caused the two of them to freeze. He was going to die? How could she tell that by a simple feel of the pulse. By just looking at him. To them, they thought he was fine. Namjoon even told them to save Jimin if he looked like he was going to die. But this…. How was it possible to see. Both of them looked at each other than back at the girl and Jimin. The woman began looking around trying to find someone anyone that could help her. No one would be around at this time of night. To mention it… why was she around at this time of night. It was almost 2 am? She leaned over and slapped his face lightly. “Hello sir? Sir” she whispered.  

“I don’t consent” Jimin stuttered burping a bit. Both taehyung and Jungkook facepalmed. You have to be kidding me. Was this man really thinking about consent at a time like this. Yes consent was important but like. Seriously jimin.

““Y-y-ou didn't consent to this bullshit? What kind of …. What the hell?” the girl scoffed in shock making jungkook smirk to keep his laughter at bay.

“I don't consent to your sexual advances.” Jimin stated. At least he could get a full sentence out. That was a good thing right. The two of them looked at each other relief clear in their eyes.

““You think i'm trying to rape you? Your dieing i'm trying to help you are you ok?”She stated leaning closer to him.

“Ok.” Was all jimin could answer. That was definitely not like him.

“No your not.” The girl clearly hae-in proclaimed her head shot up as she scanned around searching for anyone and in any place that could be hiding. Taehyung slunk close to the tree branch shock clear in his eyes. He turned to jungkook who hid behind the trunk leaning his head in close. How could it be? Just by glancing at her he could see it. She was using decipher. An ability only thought to be able to be used by Succubus of BST. As everyone knew bagtan in BST had special abilities to make them almost like superpowered human beings. Yet here she was scanning every exit. Every way, deciphering how many ways  there was that she could get out of something as fast as possible. The only issue. She never once looked up. She picked up Jimin and began to carry him away. Interest instantly hit with Jungkook or perhaps more of his… succubus side. She had it. She had decipher but it was raw, unnurtured. It could be trained though. It could be molded into becoming as great as himself.  He jumped down from the tree. Taehyung following shortly after him slowly going into the shadows to follow the girl. That was his ability after all. He was V of bangtan. His ability many knew as  chameleon he could blend into any surface, any shadow, and not be seen. That was why he was BST’s assassin after all. Plus if you met him outside of doing mafia work. You would never assume he would have anything to do with killing. The two of them followed the girl and Jimin closely but not close enough to warrant her figuring out they were following. Her ability to decipher was brilliant so they really had to work at being careful. As she entered the apartment complex that they guessed was hers they could hear her voice. ““Are you asking if it's morning? No it’s not morning?” She stated pushing the buttons on the elevator as the two of them casually walked past the guard and into the mail area acting as if they were checking the mail. The elevator opened and she brought jimin inside. Both of them ran as the doors closed. Taehyung watching for the number while Jungkook closed his eyes and listened closely.

““Are you an angel? Am I dead.” Jimin's voice was heard. Jungkook let out a chuckle.

“She’s heading to the 4th floor. We can get there by the stairs… what's so funny?” Taehyung asked.

“Apariently our new recruit is delirious.. He thinks that girl is an angel.” Jungkook laughed turning towards the stairs.  Taehyung smirked following behind him. As they reached the fourth floor the girl was pulling Jimin out of the elevator

“So your a demon and i'm alive?” Jimin slurred.

“No.” She sighed leaning him against the wall. The two of them stared at each other from behind the stairs doors waiting for her to open her apartment door before walking down the hall.

“Then your a siren and i'm a sailor.” he grumbled. The both of them stopped. Looking at each other in solid agreement. Siren…. Sirens were dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and singing voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island. A siren's song was enchanting it would make you fall in love. Make you feel like you would never be alone. For a human to process such a sound. It would be like having a super power… Like having an ability.  But was it possible to have more than one?

“Just shut up.” The girl scoffed slamming the door of her apartment and locking it. Jungkook rolled his eyes. Like it was hard to pick a lock. He fell to his knees and got to work. Opening it and walking into the apartment like he owned the place. It was quaint and small. A shoe closet, a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a bedroom. Plus a balcony looking out across seoul. though …. More of a fire escape turned into a balcony. Just by looking around he could know more about her. She liked books, The large bookshelf filling the wall around the window showed that. Somewhere on cooking, so she liked cooking as well. She had a hard time sleeping. As a bunch of the books where on, sleep deprivation and how to sleep when you can not. She liked to play video games, and worked as a preschool teacher as her latest preschool classes where laid out on the table with an empty glass of wine. The door to the bathroom flung open making both of them jump into a hiding place. Jungkook dived under the couch and Taehyung climbed up on top of the roof trying his hardest to blend in. The girl ran out holding dirty clothes in one hand and a wallet and phone in the other. SHe placed the wallet and phone on the counter not bothering to even look at them. The clothes in the washing machine. But what made the two of them confused. Was the sock wrapped clearly around her head like a bandana… or a… blindfold. Did she… did she blindfold herself to undress jimin.  Was she being sensitive to him. Or was she really just that innocent.

Hae-in walked over to the couch and sat down putting her head in her hands. Jungkook made a face of shock before laying as still as possible to make sure he did not make a single sound below her. “Its ok Hae-in, it’s ok. You were just being a good samaritan and helping your fellow man. Your fine. You are fine. There is just a naked man in your bathroom. But it's fine. Its fine. No its not theres a naked man in your bathroom!!!” This conversation went on forever and jungkook was getting tired and unable to hold his breath. He was certain Jimin’s clothes where sent through the drying cycle already even.  “You change preschoolers all the time what's the difference. There's a major difference!!!! He's a man. Not only that he's trying to enter the mafia you could be killed. You couldn't just leave him there though hae-in. He would have died. Yeah well he could be drowning in my bathtub right now…. HE COULD BE DROWNING IN MY BATHTUB RIGHT NOW!!!” Quickly she jumped up running back to the bathroom covering her eyes again. Jungkook let out a breath he definitely knew he was holding and crawled out from under the couch.

“You looked comfortable succubus.” Taehyung whisper laughed.

“Shut it v” Jungkook silently growled. The door of the bathroom opened again causing the two of them to jump into the bedroom as the girl took a toweled jimin and flopped him onto the couch. Jungkook took a moment to look around the bedroom. It was clean as if she had just cleaned it, not able to sleep making her decide she needed something to do. A picture of her and a boy was on her bedside table. It seemed to hold bad memories as by touching it you could almost feel the sadness around it. Was it a break up? A family member? A friend she lost touch with. Perhaps they would never know. “She’s leaving.” Taehyung stated going back into the living room.

“Should you follow her?” Jungkook questioned.

“I think jimin’s safe for now. Ill figure out who she is.” Taehyung stated pulling out his phone to dial Namjoon. “Sir… there were, some minor complications.” Jungkook continued to look around. There was a picture book with pictures of all the kids she taught and some of their awards and letters as they grew older. A small usb which when put into the computer played a song of her singing the korean alphabet to the kids. He put everything back where it belonged and began to make his decent out of the apartment when the door began to open. Quickly he jumped into the closet closest to him. The girl walked in and froze. Grabbing a knife she stored in her shoe drawer she opened the closet and slashed the knife at it. Jungkook grabbing the vent and climbing up into it fast enough so her knife just barely cut the tip of his shoe. Her ability to decipher was uncanny. He jumped down as she walked over to the window.  Only Jungkook could see it but he was quite interested. Taehyung jumped out the window climbing above the window as her knife sliced through behind the curtain. She quickly closed the window and began to search the house. Taehyung climbing down and making signals to tell jungkook he was going to Jimin. Jungkook nodded going back to hide in the closet. He heard the water of the shower turn on and came back out seeing a glass of water and nightquil now on the counter. He reached into his pocket pulling out a small vile and dropping three puffs of clear powder into the drink. Stirring it lightly before putting the spoon into his pocket and walking back into the closet. The girl drank her nightquil and her water and walked back into her bedroom. He waited till he was sure she was fast asleep before walking in to see her laying on the bed unconscious. He tilted his head licking his lips a bit before smirking. He walked over taking off her glasses and setting them on the table.

“That should help you sleep.” He laughed. Before heading out only to stop and look down at her wallet she had carelessly thrown to the floor before her shower. He pulled out his phone. “Suga, mind looking up Wang Hae-in for me?” He stated.

“Is that the girl who seemed to stop and help the new recruit?” Suga’s voice echoed from his phone.

“Yes.” He smirked looking at the girl once more.

“V stated you seemed to be interested. Is it in a call girl way or something else?” Suga questioned.

“Something else.” Jungkook stated walking over to her books his black gloved hand going over each spine.

“How so?” Suga asked.

“At first it was her voice. It was as if I was entranced, not just by her beauty… but the voice itself drew me in. BUt that wasn't fully it. Her eyes….. When she was trying to help Jimin. They searched every corner within seconds. Placed every destination of where she thought a person could be. Scanned every possible way that she could be in danger and how she could get out of it. Before deciding that even if she was in danger she had to help the new recruit.” Jungkook answered pulling out a random book to look at it.

“So, you think she has your ability?” Suga questioned.

“I'M not sure…. But i wish to know more about her. Besides… I found a perfect nickname for our new recruit based off her song.” Jungkook laughed.

“Oh and what is that?” Suga questioned.

“Calico cat.” he chuckled placing the book back but putting it in a completely different spot to see if she would notice. It would be a fun game to play. Would it not?

[onyxmin]

Spell of a Succubus

Today is the day of the annual Halloween party at the university I go to. My best friend was able to score us some invites and I am beyond excited. Sure I have been invited to plenty of parties, but last year I had to miss this particular party because I had the flu. Nothing is going to stop me now and ruin my night! Until now.

We got to the party and after about fifteen minutes of dancing, my best friend leaves me for her boyfriend. Typical. So now here I am stuck by the food table trying to act natural. I was really hoping to hook up with someone but no one has approached me. Should I just call it quits, go home and binge watch Supernatural or something?

‘No, you came here to have a good time so go be social or something already Y/N, you got this!’ I said to myself. I probably look totally weird just standing by the food table and not talking with anyone. Time to have some fun!

After two meals tonight I like I am fully satisfied, at least for the time being so I can have some more fun. I grab myself a drink to sip on while I watch the new partygoers file in. It’s a habit I picked up being an incubus and all, I like to pick and choose my meal. If you are wondering I don’t literally feed on a person like a vampire or ghoul would. I feed off a person’s pleasure.

After a few minutes pass of eyeing the crowd of people, a partygoer catches my eye. She looks absolutely stunning and I would have thought my natural instincts would have kicked in by now. I am taken aback that I feel something different while looking at her. I don’t feel the usual pang of hunger, instead I feel a steady burning of true want. No lust, just want. I want to study her like a piece of art and treasure her. Why am I feeling this way? This is not normal.

I’m brought back to earth when I notice she is now all alone and looks quite sad. I think about walking up to her but I totally chicken out which is so not me. I decide to step outside really quick to help bring me back to my senses, I really want to talk to her.

As I walk back inside, I quickly notice her standing by the food table. She looks like she’s debating to leave, I can’t let that happen. Next thing I know she’s walking into the crowd of dancing bodies, so I decide to meet her halfway. She stops a few feet away from me so I stop as well waiting for her to make her next move. It looks like she’s trying to find someone, but I decide to make the next move before she leaves.

“What’re you supposed to be, Catwoman?” I asked. She just stares at me and it takes a moment for her to answer.

“For your information, I’m supposed to be a succubus, but I don’t think this costume was a good idea.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, succubi are able to entice men to get what they want right? No one has really looked at me, let alone come up to me. Except for you.” She says with a smile. I really want to see this smile of hers more.

“Ah, I see. Well, consider yourself lucky that you have been graced with my presence.” I smile and subtly wink. She laughs and it sounds like heaven.  

“My name is Taehyung by the way, but you can call me Tae if you’d like.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N. What a beautiful name.” Everything about her just amazes me and I don’t know what to do. I just have to remain calm and act cool.

“So Y/N, were you planning on staying awhile longer or leaving?” I asked.

“Well I came here with my best friend, but she ditched me for her boyfriend. I was trying to find her before possibly leaving, but I don’t want to leave anymore.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

“Someone changed my mind.” She says with a smirk. Oh god, I think I’m done for. I keep my thoughts from wandering and wait for her to speak again.

“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to dance with me?” Y/N asks with a laugh. Right as I open my mouth to speak, she grabs my hand and pulls me further into the never-ending sea of dancing bodies. I notice how warm her hand is, how much smaller her hand is compared to mine, and how she holds it like she doesn’t want to ever let me go. I like this so much I don’t want her to let go of my hand either.

I am usually not the clingy type with my prey but I don’t plan to use her to get what I want so I suppose she is my only exception. I don’t even know if she wants to be friends with me but I really like her already and there is nothing I can do about it. If she does want to be friends with me, what will she think of me when she finds out what I truly am? Could we ever become more? My thoughts keep wandering and I keep asking myself more and more questions until I am brought out of my trance-like state.

“Taehyung?” Y/N asks with worry laced in her voice. I realize we are just casually swaying together, my hands on her hips and her arms slung around my neck.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, sorry. I started to overthink some stuff, but I’m fine now.”

“What were you thinking about if you don’t mind me asking? I can help if you need it.” All of a sudden I feel like I am being compelled to spill every single thought I have had about her and what is troubling me. I have to bite my tongue so I don’t say anything that I might regret or cross the line in any way.

“First off, do you want to be friends with me? I know we just met and all but you seem to be a really cool person and-”

“Of course I would!” She shouts happily.

“What else were you thinking about Tae? You looked very troubled. I’m here to listen and I am honestly really curious about what you desperately want to say.”

I don’t bother to answer, but I hold up a finger to signal her to wait a moment and I quickly grasp her hand in mine. I lightly tug on her hand and she follows closely behind as we maneuver our way out of the crowded room. If she really wants to know everything, it has to be done in a secluded area.

After a few minutes of searching in silence for an empty and unlocked room, we finally find one. I make sure the door is locked, and no one can see into the classroom.

“Are you really sure you want to be my friend and want to know what I was thinking about?” I ask. Y/N grabs onto my hands and nods with a reassuring smile.

“Well before I explain anything, I have to show you something first. It’s nothing to worry about, but if it bothers you, you don’t have to be my friend and you can just leave this room ok? I won’t hold it against you. I highly doubt you’ll want anything to do with me afterward..” After I finish speaking, I quickly cut to the chase.

I clutch onto her hands to help keep me calm and I shut my eyes to will the enchantment over me away. I don’t have to open my eyes to know Y/N has noticed my fiery red hair and my dark dragon-like wings. I haven’t heard her feet move on the floor, so she’s probably glued to the floor and will come to her senses soon and bolt out of the room. I am surprised to feel her hand lightly touching my left wing so I decide it’s safe to open my eyes. When I open them, I see her staring at me and notice her eyes widen a bit now that she’s seen my lilac colored eyes. I am happy to see that her smile doesn’t falter, but becomes wider.

“Wow, you’re even more beautiful like this Taehyung.” She whispers. Hearing her say that makes me so happy, that I laugh and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear you say that wholeheartedly and without any hesitation.” Her mouth starts to open but I beat her to it.

“So you think I’m beautiful?” I ask with a smirk plastered on my face.

Her cheeks start to turn pink but she holds eye contact with me and says, “I’d be crazy if I didn’t. I swear almost everyone here at this party would agree with me. I don’t think an average looking girl like me should be seen hanging around with someone as hot as you.” My eyes widen in surprise at her statement and I clutch at my heart dramatically.

“Ouch, that hurt. Why would you say that? I don’t think that at all. I think you are the most gorgeous succubus I’ve ever seen.” I say seriously. She looks at me and I can tell she’s struggling to find the words she wants to say.

“Don’t worry about replying babe, I already know what you’re thinking. So should I just ask you out or should we get back to dancing?”

“Both.” She whispers. Thank god.

Now it’s my duty to make sure she has the time of her life at this party. Maybe in more ways than one.

[prolapsingintothemaelstrom]

Renegade (pt. 3)

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 5039 words

Warning: None!

New to the series? Start your adventure here: Prologue (Don’t skip it, it contains info you’ll need in a small part of this chapter) The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 3

The light that shone through the open windows, brightened the whitely painted parquet floor and wheat brown walls of Chanyeol’s bedroom. Whereas last night, the artificial lightening from his simple pendant Scandinavian ceiling light gave the feel of a cosy bedroom, the atmosphere in the room was now more heavenly. The sound of whistling birds filled the room and small details such as the tree stump nightstands, his carefully located acoustic guitar and the present house plants even made one overlook the small mess on his desk.

Chanyeol felt very comfortable. Despite his legs being tangled up with (y/n)’s under the sheets, the feeling of his arms holding her close and her perfume, now perfected in his presence, satisfied his inner wolf immensely and he wanted time to stop so he could stay like that forever.

He opened his eyes, curious to (y/n)’s sleeping figure. As her head was nestled snugly in his neck, he carefully tried to lower himself without waking her to be at eye-height with her.

He had never studied someone’s aspects up close with that much interest. She had spider’s-leg, succubus-black eyelashes that fluttered over her grape shaped eyes, sliver-of-moon eyebrows, a pert nose and velvety soft lips that made him want to kiss her. As he studied her, he could not withhold the urge to touch her. Gently, he removed his palm from her waist and combed her hair behind her seashell-shaped ears, stroking the same smooth skin several times with feather light pressure.

It was nice, being sane around her without having to take any wolfsbane-oil. Last night calmed him down, and he knew he was safe for at least the rest of the day, safe for the last day of mating season. He was in love; In love with her peacefully sleeping figure, in love with the individual that was her. He gently placed the palm of his hand on her waist again, hoping she’d continue to sleep for another while.

Now is not the time to revel in her presence, Chanyeol thought. Last night had been a reckless move on his part, a move to which he now had to figure a solution should he not want either of them to suffer the consequences. The first sexual intercourse with one’s mate, the first mating, strengthened the link between mates and absence sickness became a real threat. Chanyeol had to find a way to keep her close from now on.

I’m in love with you. Is that how you say it? He wondered. He imagined himself softly whispering it in her ear as she woke up, but figured it was too straightforward to use it as a morning-greeting. He thought of different scenarios in which he would greet her good morning, but a large variety of possible answers from her part came to mind; Good morning, Hey, Oh shit I’ve got to go, Oh my god what did I do, Hey there handsome, … It was fascinating how he could come up with such a range of possibilities that even included some that didn’t seem realistic; You raped me, You took my precious flower asshole, I hope your parents don’t mind me being your student, Who are you, What have you done to me, Get out, I hope I’m pregnant, ...

He had to confess to her. Today. Or at the very least, get her to go out with him regularly. It was only now, that he was able to understand how all the girls that had confessed to him back in the past, must have felt even when he rejected them gently. You can’t reject someone without breaking a heart. He thought about how (y/n) could remind him that he was her lecturer, and how he would answer her. He would stop being a lecturer for her and tell his thesis to go to hell.

Another ten minutes of deep thinking further, he was starting to lose faith. He needed help. He cautiously untangled his limbs from (y/n)’s and got up from the bed, looking down as he felt that he was standing on fabrics that weren’t his. He was standing on her clothes. Apparently they didn’t get as far as he had believed them to go. He made no sound as he put on new boxers, black sweats and a grey tank top, stealing some glances back at (y/n) from time to time, until he left the room.

“Noona”, he called for his older sister, standing in the hallway in front of her door and he knocked a few times. As expected, she was awake and opened the door cheerfully, being a morning-person.

“Good morning. Come on in”, she said and she immediately turned around towards her desk to pick up the second earring that paired with the one she was putting in as she navigated through her room.

“You have to leave for work?” Chanyeol asked. His sister was a news anchor at CBS, and he never knew her schedule. Sometimes she worked on weekends as well.

“No, I’m going out with Tae Song this afternoon and I thought it’d be easier to get ready since I was in my morning routine anyways”, she explained, plugging in the other earring and turning around to face Chanyeol again. “You remember? Tae Song? The cute guy that now works as our director of photography?”.

“Why do that?” Chanyeol questioned, leaning against the doorframe. “You know he’s not your mate. Why waste time on him?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Because it is becoming really embarrassing at my age to not have dated”, she exclaimed. “Talking about mates”, she changed the subject and grasped her hair brush from her desk, “There’s a female in your room, I can smell it. The boys told me you met (y/n) at the festival last night. I guess she slept in?” She brushed through her hair for the fifth time that morning and checked with her hands whether it was still soft enough.

“Yeah about that”, Chanyeol closed the door behind him and walked inside. “We had sex”.

“You what?” His older sister immediately stopped in her tracks and eyed Chanyeol as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.

“I know”, Chanyeol sighed and walked over to her bed, seating himself on the edge with his head down.

“That was tremendously irresponsible of you”, his sister pointed out, following him with her eyes.

“I know”. The poor male raised his feet onto the bed, leaning his chin on his knees and holding onto his legs.

"Chanyeol, your bodies have gotten to know each other. They'll want to be close to each other and if you don't obey, you'll get absence sickness. Seeing each other in lectures and recitations is not going to cut it anymore. Your body is going to retaliate".

"I know".

"Stop saying that you know. If you know then why did you do it?"

"I couldn't help myself", Chanyeol defended himself. He thought back of last night, how he was already struggling to stay gentle with (y/n). He remembered how he managed to keep his actions in check using a lot of willpower but glitched once, when he asked her if she was ready for the real deal. That sounded way out of place. Luckily, he had managed to redeem himself.

“Pabo! You know you have to be patient with human mates, take it slow".

"I've known her for three weeks already. Sehun and his mate-"

"They saw each other every day for two weeks. They dated for two weeks since the moment they met. Two weeks. That’s fourteen dates. How many did you have?” his older sister asked and she witnessed Chanyeol burying his head in his knees. “Right. I thought so".

“What do I do?”. It was barely impossible to hear him, the sound muffled by the position he was in.

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry”, his Noona plopped down next to him and caressed his back. Chanyeol had been blessed with an older sister like her. She was always there for him. She would scold him, but then she would do everything she could to help him. “So… Let me get this straight. You two had sex. She’s now in your room. Did she mention anything to you about loving you or liking you? Is she still sleeping or have you two spoken already?”

“She’s still sleeping. Neither of us confessed anything last night”, Chanyeol summarized the facts.

“Ok…” His sister nodded. “Let me think” and she got up to pace around the room whilst Chanyeol raised his head towards her, feeling hopeless. “If I were her…” She thought. “Hmmm… Ah!”

“What?”

“I know!” She exclaimed. “What we’re going to do is… We’re going to make her feel at home and make sure she feels she’s welcome here despite being your student. That’s very important. And you, you’re going to tell her you like her”

“Ya! I could’ve come up with such a plan myself. Telling her I like her isn’t easy”, Chanyeol got up, slightly irritated. “Do you know how hard it is to mentally prepare yourself for the thousand ways she can reject me? I’m too nervous to do this. Besides, I don’t even know if I can get myself to say those words”.

“That’s why girls write love letters”.

“I’m not a girl, I’m not writing a love letter and perfuming it with roses”, Chanyeol crossed his arms stubborn.

“Then find another way”, his sister urged him. “Think, Chanyeol. You're aiming for a PhD; how hard can it be to use your brains for something else than Neuroscience?”

Chanyeol kept pacing around his sister’s room. With his guitar, he had been working on a song for (y/n) in his free time, but the song wasn’t finished yet and he did not trust he could sing clearly without a twenty-minute warm-up. He first wanted to perfect it before singing it to her.

It felt like the Gods were helping him when his eyes caught sight of a small object on his sister’s desk. It was the perfect plan. “Hey, do you mind if I lend your voice recorder?”

   Chanyeol snuck into his room again, holding onto some clothes he had lend from his older sister. He tip-toed towards the bathroom that was shared between his and Kyungsoo’s room and left them there, suddenly hearing (y/n)’s cries.

“Dad”, he heard her twist and turn her head in the bed and he ran towards her, finding her having a nightmare. She was pinching her closed eyes and sweat began to appear on her forehead.

Chanyeol climbed on to the bed and held her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand to soothe her. It worked miraculously. After a few seconds, (y/n)’s complexion relaxed and she smiled in her sleep. Soon after, she opened her eyes.

“I – uh. Sorry. You were having a bad dream”, Chanyeol quickly let go of (y/n)’s hand and pushed himself back as to not seem like he invaded her private space.

“No, thank you. It helped”, (y/n) pushed herself up against the headboard, her palms flat on the matrass.

“You were calling for your dad. Had a dream about him?”, Chanyeol was worried. She had been sleeping peacefully until he had left her.

“When I get nightmares I always call for my dad. It’s a habit. Whenever I’m scared or nervous I always call for him in my mind… but he never shows. My dad raised me, but left when I was twelve. My parents weren’t on the same page when it came to parenting. They’re opposites. My dad was always there for me and he was sweet and kind and loving, while my mom is very strict with a large variety of rules and she prefers for me to suffer so I can become a strong and independent woman. She’s the one who made my dad leave.”

“I’m sorry”, Chanyeol felt sorry for her, but somewhere he was happy that she shared that with him. They were getting closer.

“It’s not your fault. He sends me letters. And gifts”, (y/n) smiled. “Every birthday, every important event in my life such as high school graduation, start of college. He doesn’t even miss Christmas. Last year he got me-”, she stopped midsentence and scratched the back of her head. “Wow, I’m not sure what’s with me today. I never told anybody about any of this” and let her head drop, only to discover she was still naked and her boobs were out in the open for Chanyeol to watch. “Oh my god and especially not naked”, she grabbed the sheets and pulled it over her, her head included.

“I swear I wasn’t watching”, Chanyeol laughed. He hadn’t even given them attention; he had been too focused on what she was saying for him to notice that they were on display. “I left some of my sister’s clothes in the bathroom. You can take a shower and change there”. He rubbed his hand on the blob in the sheets, knowing her head was there. “I’ll get you some water in the meanwhile. Your body has slept for an entire night and needs to hydrate”, he smiled at her shyly hidden posture under the sheets and got off the bed, leaving the room. Nevertheless, he turned around once more to catch a glimpse of her cuteness.

   “I’m here”, Chanyeol’s sister walked in to the bedroom, her hands stuffed with several facial products.

“She just got out of the shower”, Chanyeol said, putting his guitar down. He had been trying to practice a little but was distracted by the scent of (y/n). She had used his male shower gel and it was a surprisingly attractive combination with her fragrance.

“Ah, perfect. I got Suho to help you out with that one thing, so don’t worry about that”, his sister walked towards the bathroom door.

“Noona”, Chanyeol called after her, wanting to say something but decided to hold his tongue.

“Don’t worry. I can sell the news, sure I can sell my little brother too”, she winked and knocked on the bathroom door. “(y/n)”, she called. “I’m Park Yoora. Chanyeol’s older sister. Mind if I come in?”

“Make-up remover, thought you might need it”, Yoora shook the bottle as she opened the door to the bathroom and witnessed (y/n) trying to clean her face with whatever she found in the bathroom that was used solely by males.

“You’re an angel”, (y/n) said and bowed to introduce herself. “I’m Jang (y/n)”. Yoora slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but that didn’t mean Chanyeol couldn’t hear their conversation anymore. “You’re the news anchor?”

“Yes. That’s me. Look, I’ve got you completely covered. I’ve brought makeup removal, facial cleansing oil or, should you have oily skin, I also have milk based cleanser, tonic, essence, moisturizer”, Chanyeol heard all the bottles being thrown in the sink. So that’s how she was going to make (y/n) feel at home. “Overkill for your usual routine?”

“Only slightly. I don’t use essences or ampoules or masks or serums”.

“You wouldn’t say? From what I can see you have perfect skin. Can I touch it? Oooh it’s soft. Blessed with good skin and good features. You could pose as a siren”, Chanyeol bit his tongue in horror and shook the moment he heard the word Siren. Why wasn’t his sister cautious with her words?

“Pose as a what?”

“Ah nothing. I just meant… In Greek mythology you’ve got these women who looked very attractive and could sing and they lured sailors over and then ate them… Sirens. Man-eaters… You look like you could get any guy… In my head it sounded a lot less offensive, sorry”. Truth to be told, Sirens were a real thing. There were very few of them, maybe ten alive at the same time. Sirens, like witches, were part of nature and some were born without having magical parents. Unlike witches however, Sirens usually ate their men before they could get to the actual deed of procreation, which explained why there weren’t so many of them. None of them had sexual intercourse.

In the real world, Siren’s didn’t eat sailors but young males to keep their beauty and their psychological powers. They could compel anyone. They were masters of the mind and were considered amongst the most dangerous of creatures. They could adapt anyone’s memories, make people forget things, make people do things against their will, they could control anyone. To his luck, Chanyeol had never encountered one before and his mate couldn’t be one of them, or he’d be dead by now.

“It’s ok. I get where you were coming from, but a little farfetched”, (y/n) replied. Chanyeol let out a sigh, his sister managed to save the situation.

“You know… my brother usually doesn’t bring girls home. I know you’re one of his students but considering your ages I can understand that things turn out differently than what seems right. If my brother brought you here, I believe he thinks you’re special and if that’s the case, I need you to know that nobody here will judge either of you, no matter what you decide to do”.

“News travels fast, doesn’t it?”

“As a news anchor I can only confirm that”.

His sister had only left a few minutes ago and Chanyeol was patiently waiting for (y/n) to come out of the bathroom, sitting on his bed. He looked up as he heard her touch the doorknob to come out.

“Hey”, Chanyeol held up (y/n)’s red high heels. “I’ve got your red heels…”, he imagined how those would match the classic outfit Yoora composed of a light blue jeans and a white shirt. He looked up at her, trying to project the image onto her and out of his own will, traced the lines of her necklace that disappeared into her cleavage. That goddamn necklace. Just remembering its blackness already made him shudder.

"High heels in the morning, I prefer not”, (y/n) shook her head as she smiled. “I want to walk around flat for a while".

"Of course. Do you need me to ask my sister-”

“I’m fine. I like walking around bare-footed. Even outside. My mom tells me to wear high heels the entire time, so I like walking around without them. I always do it when she’s not watching”. Chanyeol felt rejected, but nodded. “Would you know what the fastest way to the city is? I’ve slept in late and I’ve got one of those big Sunday family lunch dinners to attend to”. Every time (y/n) said she had to leave or wanted to leave, it left a cut on Chanyeol’s heart. He wanted her to stay with him and not leave anymore.

“I can drive you. It’s Sunday so there aren’t much busses to the city. Two today, I think”, he suggested instead.

   (y/n) was waiting outside while Chanyeol was watching her from a window in the grand hallway of the Main mansion. He had told her he forgot his car keys and would go grab them, but he was planning something else. He had already send Suho a text to inform him of (y/n)’s location and that he was waiting for action.

This was the only way he could do it. He was too scared to say it out loud in front of her. Despite his looks, Chanyeol was a very sensitive person and worried too much, especially when he had to overcome the problems he had caused himself from being too impulsive.

There she was. Chanyeol saw a little girl, one of his wolf-pack, arriving with three balloons. There was one green, one yellow and one red balloon. She walked steady towards (y/n) and called for her once she was almost there.

“Unnie”. (y/n) looked at the little girl and squatted through her legs to make it easier for her.

“Hey there, little girl. Some beautiful balloons you’ve got there”, she beamed as she glanced at them.

“They told me to give them to you”.

“To me?!” (y/n) pointed at herself, her mouth slightly agape out of surprise.

“Together with this”. In her small hands, the girl had a small device that looked like an old mp3 player. A chord of in-ear earbuds was wrapped around it. “They said to press play”.

“They? Who are they?” (y/n) asked but the girl had vowed not to say anything. Once (y/n) grabbed hold of the device and the balloons, the girl turned around and ran away on her cute pink sandals. She had done her job.

(y/n) stood up and unwrapped the in-ear earbuds cord from the device, which revealed to be a voice recorder, and placed them in her ears, looking at the balloons briefly before pressing the play button.

(y/n)

He did not have to introduce himself. His voice stuck out really well and he knew she recognized his voice by seeing her so pleased.

Before I take you home, I have one small mission for you. In your hand you have three balloons. A green one, a yellow one and a red one. I’m going to tell you something and ask you a question. Then you will respond to me by letting go of the balloon that pairs with the answer of your choice. Red stands for No. Yellow stands for Maybe and Green stands for Yes.

You might call me crazy but I’m going to say it anyways. I like you. From the first lecture when you sat in my lecture hall, I have not been able to keep my eyes off of you. You have the most beautiful smile, you’re very sweet and kind. By the few I have seen from you, I can tell you have a good heart.

I have wanted to approach you since day one. If it hadn’t been because I am your lecturer I would’ve been blunter and sat down for a chat with you, asked you out, dated you, but I had always been too scared because it’s not done that a lecturer dates his student. So I took a distance.

Last night when I saw you at that festival, you can’t imagine how ecstatic I was, seeing you out of the university. I could not withhold myself, I had to talk to you. I swear, I didn’t plan on what happened last night, but it got me to believe that this thing, this thing that feels so right but what we’ve been taught is wrong, is a mutual feeling. You make my heart go badum badum badum. Being around you makes me really happy. I want to make you feel the same. I want you to be the happiest girl on earth. I want to be given the chance to lift you on cloud nine, because I am convinced that, regardless we still have to learn a lot about each other, that I can definitely bring you there.

So, what I would like to ask you. Will you be my girlfriend?

If nerves could kill, Chanyeol would’ve died by now. He could even hear his own recording and he knew it had finished. Which balloon was she going to let go?

(y/n) looked up at the balloons once again before fiddling in her purse to find a pen and a small notepad. She sank through her knees, using them to stable the notepad on it this time so she could write. This made Chanyeol even more nervous. How hard could it be to just let go of one?

And if he thought that was the most stressed one person could be, he had not anticipated seeing Buttercup on the scene.

“No no no no no. Not now. Please not now”, Chanyeol could see Buttercup holding a needle in her tiny hands to pop the balloons. “Throw a bucket of paint over my car instead but don’t do this, please”, he was begging, his hands clustered in his hair.

As if on cue to Chanyeol’s words, (y/n) turned her head around towards Buttercup who was nearing the green balloon. Of course she was going to pop the green one.

Chanyeol witnessed (y/n) watching in the direction of Buttercup, who was now so close to (y/n) and hidden behind her that he couldn’t even see the pixie anymore. What was happening? He had no idea but after ten seconds, (y/n) casually turned her head back to her notepad and continued writing whilst Buttercup was nowhere to be spotted. His Yes balloon was safe.

With her pen, (y/n) made a hole in the paper that she ripped off the notebook and fastened it onto the green balloon. She then stared only at that one and her lips finally lifted into a smile as she let go of it, tracing it with her eyes as the balloon carried her message into the sky.

  “Found your car keys?”, (y/n) asked when Chanyeol came outside, walking down the porch.

“Better. Found myself a girlfriend”, he replied with a smirk.

“Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?” (y/n) grinned as she asked and Chanyeol went along.

“Some pabo that always called me Professor Park until last night. I really liked it when she used my first name”.

“I should try that, Assistant Professor Park”

“Oh so now you’re finally getting it right?” Chanyeol gave her a kiss on her forehead and then looked up at the two other balloons she was still holding on to.

“I’m just kidding. I’ll call you Chanyeol from now on, unless we’re in class”.

“Say that again”, he asked almost seriously.

“I’ll call-”

“No no. My name. My name”.

“Chanyeol”, she said in the sweetest voice she could. It was almost silly how much Chanyeol liked it.

“Good. You wrote something down on paper? A message for me I’ll never get?” he asked. He had no idea where that balloon would land. If he had known before, he would’ve asked one of the pack’s witches to use a spell on it.

“Nothing important. Just that your perfect ears and neck belong to me now”, she chuckled.

“My ears and neck?”, Chanyeol cracked.

“Don’t laugh, they really are outstanding features of you I really like”.

“Go easy on them, they have a lot of sensitive spots”.

“I promise!” she stuck out her hand flat like a girl’s scout. “Hey, just one thing. Why do I have to let go of the option I choose for? It doesn’t make sense that I let that one float away and hold onto the others. I should hold onto the one of my choosing. It’s not logical”

“Are you questioning me and my creative ideas?” Chanyeol raised an eyebrow at her but kept smiling. “You’re still holding onto the other ones because the choice that you’ve made is not an obligation. You hold those as a sign that you are aware that anytime, should you change your mind, you can still tell me No or Maybe. This should be something we both want”.

“I never looked at it this way”.

“Let’s get you home before you’re too late for lunch”.

   As he got onto the highway towards the city’s centre, Chanyeol grasped hold of (y/n)’s hand. These were the little things he had always dreamed of doing with his mate. Holding hands whilst he drove was somewhere on top of that list. Her little palm fit perfectly in his large one. He was already dreaming about how, starting the same evening, he’d learn the pleasure of never-ending phone calls and texting now that he had entered his own number in her smartphone under the contact name Assistant Boyfriend Park.

They talked about a wide variety of subjects, including how Chanyeol’s mom and dad owned a pasta restaurant and a bar in the city respectively, covering the reasons they both went into neuroscience, which was the same fascination for the subject. (y/n) also elaborated on her dad that she talked about earlier that morning and before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination.

“I have five minutes left to get up there”, (y/n) pointed at the big hotel building, at one of the top floors. She had requested he drove her to the lunch venue, otherwise she was going to be late. “Important dinner it is, if it’s held in this hotel”, Chanyeol eyed the building and identified it as one of the most expensive hotels from the area.

“Yeah”, she put on her red heels.

“Text me when you’re home”, Chanyeol asked and (y/n) nodded.

“I will. You drive carefully”.

“Did I not drive carefully?”

“You did. But you had a girl with you. You pulled up suspiciously quick for someone who drives exactly the speed limit”, she beamed.

“I got caught, didn’t I?”

“You did”, (y/n) leaned in to Chanyeol and held her arm around his waist and so did Chanyeol, both of them puckering their lips onto each other, above the gear stick. Unlike the night before, their kiss was carefree loving and sweet. They both knew the other liked them, so they didn’t withhold their lips to tell the same.

Chanyeol immediately missed her when she got out of the car and disappeared into the hotel lobby. This was something he was never going to be able to fix. Missing her when she wasn’t with him. Having asked her to be his girlfriend, he could see her more often and avoid either of them having absence sickness. But it was still there, and it was a real threat.

“Kyungsoo-ah”, Chanyeol called for him in his car.

“Hyung”.

“I’ve seen three of them again, when I drove out of town”, Chanyeol pulled up and left back home. There was still a witch tomb to be cleaned today.

“The board is already investigating”, Kyungsoo assured him.

“It’s been five weeks now. They have been around our town for five weeks. What’s taking them so long? Why aren’t we informed?”

“Have you tried asking your parents? They’re on the board too”.

“Didn’t get the opportunity to. I’ll see if I can pay my home a visit tonight”

“Keep me up to date”.

“I will”.

-> Part 4

Author’s note: 40 minutes later than I promised + not my best writing. It has been a horrible week at work and I was too stressed out to even start writing when I came home from work.